#decided. hm i should draw black hole today. and then did that

[wheucto]

i like this silly little death preventer :)

#wheucto #bfdi #bfb #tpot #bfdi black hole #bfb black hole #tpot black hole #decided. hm i should draw black hole today. and then did that #isn't that wonderful? i love drawing my silly little blorbos #art #how did i forget that i do this nearly every day

[astralkoo]

Mr. Slim Thick | Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: smut, fluff, high school au 

Warnings: sub!jungkook, dom!reader, language, reader has a major thigh kink oof, thigh riding, bondage, oral & fingering (m. receiving), unprotected sex, probably other stuff that I forget oops 

Summary: getting paired up with the kid with the thick thighs from your health class for a project is probably the best thing to happen to you in your high school career. 

Word Count: 7.4k 

A/N; if you’ve seen this before, its because its from my book Domination from my wattpad account Bangtanbbabies, I’ve decided to post my stories from there onto here as well just for the hell of it, enjoy my lovelies ;)

it was Monday.

and you were fucking tired.

but luckily, it was the last period of the day; health.

as usual, Jimin was talking your ear off about some guy he screwed around with at a party last weekend.

as usual, you hummed and nodded, throwing out mindless 'oh really?'s and  'that's wild's as your mind wandered to somewhere different entirely.

and as usual, your eyes were glued to the door, waiting impatiently for a certain someone to finally grace the room with their presence. and finally, he did.

your body went rigid, jaw slacking, eyes widening as Jeon Jungkook slipped into your health classroom.

his body was adorned by a complimenting pair of ripped skinny jeans that hugged his lower body in all the right places, a loose black t–shirt that was cleanly tucked into his pants, put on a teasing show of the lower part of his toned biceps, and a pair of his infamous timberlands.

"y/n."

you felt yourself falter as you took notice of the thick black belt wrapped around his waist, drawing attention to just how slim it was.

holy fucking hell.

no matter how many times you saw him, you were never able to get over just how fine he was.

when he walked past your desk, you had to remind yourself repeatedly that it would technically be conserved sexual assault if you just reached over and spanked his ass.

...unless he was into that... then you were fucking golden.

but no, you refrained from touching him inappropriately (to your own disappointment) and resorted to just watching him.

you watched as he strode gracefully through the classroom, weaving his way through the desks until he reached that of his best friend, Kim Taehyung.

you watched as he grinned at him, small, pink lips molding around the words of a greeting.

you watched as he pressed his large hands against the top of the desk, leaning his body over it slightly, putting the profile of his curvy backside on full display for your hungry eyes.

"y/n."

your tongue slid over your lips, eyes zeroing in on your personal favorite part of his gorgeous body: his thighs. those babies could crush watermelons. but you'd rather them be wrapped around your head.

"y/n!"

"jesus fuck what do you want?" you hissed, whipping around to face park jimin, your best friend of ten years. "can't you see I'm trying to enjoy the walking porn star?"

"you're drooling, perv," he rolled his eyes, "literally."

you raised your hand to your lips, "am not— oh fuck." you quickly used your sleeve to wipe off your damp chin as Jimin snorted loudly.

"do you know nothing of subtlety?"

"I'm subtle," you scowled at him defensively, hands dropping against your desk with a harsh thud that drew a few eyes in your direction.

"sure, that's the reason why the only person unaware about your little infatuation is Jungkook himself, and that's because straight dudes are stupid oblivious."

you pouted, arms crossing stubbornly over your chest, "I'm not infatuated, just interested."

"yeah, in his body."

"nuh–uh!"

"yuh–uh!"

you swatted at his arm harshly, making him gasp dramatically, before he childishly hit you back. soon enough, it turned into a full blow smack war.

"ms. l/n, mr. park. if you wouldn't mind postponing your flirting until after my class, I'd greatly appreciate it," your teacher smiled sarcastically at the two of you.

you rolled your eyes, about to lean back in your seat, when suddenly Jimin's arms were around you, tugging your body into an awkward position against the arm of your desk as he all but groped you. "but, miss, you don't understand, I just can't keep my hands off of her."

your teacher grimaced, "I implore you to try, mr. park."

Jimin pouted, gripping your chin, staring intensely into your eyes. "but she's just so sexy... I can hardly contain my raging testosterone. you know, miss, a man has his needs." you gasped exaggeratedly as his hand suddenly gripped your butt, squeezing.

"naughty boy~ we were just in the janitor’s closet during lunch," you 'whispered', biting your lip, both for the little show you two were putting on but also to contain the laugh threatening to burst out of you, "do you already need more, daddy?"

he moaned loudly, eyes fluttering shut. you slapped your hand over your mouth, head falling against his shoulder as your body shook with silent laughter.

that seemed to be the last straw for your teacher because she looked about ready to burst from the twenty shades of red her face was turning.

but, instead of throwing detentions in your faces (knowing she'd have to spend an extra hour after school with the two of you tormenting her), she brought her fingers to her temples, massaging roughly, muttering to herself several times in a row, "ten more years until retirement. jail time isn't worth it."

"I think we broke her," you cackled, Jimin nodding in agreement.

"alright," she shouted suddenly, slamming her hands down on the top of her desk, "enough time wasted. since I have no interest in so much as attempting to teach you hormonal reprobates, I'm going to give you a project."

Jimin and you side eyed each other hopefully, waiting for her to spit out those last words.

"and you will be working in groups of two or three,"

the class erupted into eager conversation, people turning to their friends and shooting looks across the room. you and Jimin performed your secret hand shake, cheering excitedly. until,

"that will be randomly assigned."

groans of protest and annoyance filled the room. she just rolled her eyes and pulled up a randomizer on her computer, spinning a wheel and waiting for the groups to be assigned. she turned to screen around to face the class, who quickly scrambled out of their seats to see who they'd be working with.

there were a few sighs of disappointment but no adamant protests. once you and Jimin reached the screen, seeing your names paired together, you high–fived, muttering out a, "hell yeah." but your excitement was cut short by your buzzkill of a health teacher, who quickly took notice of your eagerness.

"well that just won't work," she tsked, shaking her head disapprovingly, "for the love of all things holy and pure you two should definitely not be paired together. hold on just a moment."

"miss, you can't be serious, we were just—" you began.

"mr. jeon, please switch with mr. park and be ms. l/n's partner."

"see ya, bitch," you snorted, swiveling on your heels to face a confused looking Jungkook.

he glanced once at his irrelevant partner before shrugging and making his way over to you. you yelped as a sharp pinch was delivered to your arm.

"traitor," Jimin hissed as he stalked away from you. you simply shrugged, smirking to yourself.

for that fine piece of ass, you'd betray your bestie any day.

"hey, Jungkook," you grinned. he smiled lightly nodding in greeting as you both fell into nearby seats.

the entire rest of the class, ms. stickupherass was explaining what the project would consist of, you were completely zoned out. instead of listening, you were intensely focused on staring at the side of Jungkook's stupidly cute face.

your eyes traced the pronounced curve of his nose, fluttering over those little pink lips, following the strikingly sharp line of his jaw. this was the closest you've been to the boy since you accidentally ran into him in the hall, accidentally dropped your stuff, and accidentally let yourself admire his thighs and butt as he picked it all up like the gentleman he was.

so no, you were not about to waste this precious opportunity to listen to your teacher ramble on about some trivial project.

before you knew it, the bell was ringing.

with a disappointed pout, you began packing your belongings away.

"so... where should we work on the project?" his soft, breathy voice took you by surprise, sending shudders of delight down your spine just by the mere sound of it.

"hm?"

"when should we work on this?" he repeated with a soft giggle that had your heart doing all kinds of weird gymnastic tricks, "maybe in the library... we could stay after school if you want to?" he suggested softly

"and spend another hour of my life in this hell hole? no thanks," you scowled, nose scrunching at the suggestion. he nodded meekly in understanding, head lowering. you bit your lip lightly, resting your chin in the palm of your hand, "how about you come by my place after school today, and we can get some real work done there."

he seemed oblivious to the double meaning behind your statement. instead, he took on a somewhat worried expression, eyes drifting off somewhere else.

"would your boyfriend be okay with that?"

your face scrunched in confusion, "boyfriend, what boyfriend? I don't have a boyfriend. where the hell did you get that idea?"

he blinked at you, visibly bemused, "but, I thought you were with Jimin?"

you nearly choked on your own laughter as it came bursting from you lips, "please, he's about as straight as your ass looks in those jeans."

"what?"

lmao, exposed yourself bitch.

"he's gay, very gay."

"oh."

it was surprisingly easy to convince Jungkook to come to your house, despite his endearing refusals of not wanting to intrude, but you insisted. adamantly.

because intrusion was exactly what you were hoping for.

you even convinced him to let you drive him, seeing as he usually took the bus or got a ride from one of his older friends.

he looked cute as fuck sitting in your passenger seat, fiddling shyly with his fingers as his big eyes gazed out the window.

several times you had to stop your hand from reaching over the console and gripping those thick, luscious thighs. they were just fucking begging to be squeezed, and kissed, and bruised, and rode—

okay. so you might have a bit of an infatuation.

you knew it would be about fifteen million times harder to control the urge to grab him and fuck him in every position known to man once you actually had him in your house. especially with your parents at work...

it'd just be you, him, and the demon sitting on your shoulder with a massive thigh kink.

"welcome to mi casa," you sang, throwing yourself down on your living room couch, smiling cheekily up at a visibly uncertain Jungkook, "make yourself at home, babe."

you watched in amusement as his cheeks tinted a soft pink color as the nickname slid off your lips in a flirtatious purr. he faltered briefly, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth as his cheeks filled with air, eyes flickering noncommittally around the room.

"Come on, I don't bite," you grinned, patting the seat beside you, adding under your breath, "too hard."

he lowered himself onto the couch, and you pouted at the unreasonable (it was reasonable) amount of distance he put between you two, but decided to let it be. he pulled materials out of his backpack, setting them up on the table in front of you.

"do you think you can explain what exactly we're supposed to be doing, because I may or may not have completely zoned out while she was talking," you admitted.

he chuckled softly, "well, she said were supposed to make a poster showing or explaining the positive and the negative of engaging in sexual intercourse as teenagers, and it's supposed to show us how like, sex isn't worth the risk at a young age."

haha. yeah, okay.

"so, the pros and cons of fucking?" you reiterated, brows raising. his cheeks tinted a shade of pink at your blunt wording and he nodded slowly.

"y–yeah, I guess you could say it like that."

a wicked smirk twisted onto your face. wonderfully sinful ideas began to swirl to life in your mind. you were beginning to appreciate ms. stickupherass more and more every second.

until you actually started to do the project.

"one pro? really? that's all you can think of?" you scoffed in disbelief, staring at the t–chart he had compiled. the long list of negatives far outdid the single positive he had come up with.

"there is only one positive to sex: momentary pleasure. other than that there is literally nothing to gain besides std's and regret." he muttered, matter–of–fact.

"have you ever even had sex before?"

his deeply blushing face and skittering  eyes were all the answer you needed.

"you've never had sex before? are you crazy? then how the fuck can you sit here talking shit about it? that's like when people say pineapple pizza sucks before they've even tried it! It (insert opinion on pineapple pizza bc I'm not tryna start any wars ya feel), but I can say that because I've actually tried it before!"

"I know about all the risks and consequences that come with sex! it just doesn't seem worth it."

"but you're only exposing yourself to the negative. you gotta give yourself a chance to experience life and all its messy, beautiful qualities. you can't just make your mind about something you've never experienced before," you countered quickly, "sex can be... life changing."

"yeah, especially when you end up with a new addition nine months later."

"ever heard of protected sex, jackass?"

"no amount of protection is full proof."

you took a deep breath, closing your eyes. you will not hit Jeon Jungkook. you will not hit Jeon Jungkook. you will not hit Jeon Jungkook.

of course the first guy you've ever met to not want to have sex is the kid you've been obsessing over since the first day of high school. how fucked up is that.

"listen, Jungkook," you sighed, rubbing your temples, "sex is a whole lot more than you're giving it credit for."

"I know what—"

"hear me put, okay?" you interrupted quickly, giving him a pointed glare. he sealed his lips, nodding obediently. you continued, "sex isn't always just about pleasure. it's about intimacy, connection, trust, love. it's about forming a deeper relationships with someone. why do you think some people wait until after marriage? it's about putting faith in someone, and showing them trust."

he watched you intently as you spoke, lips faintly parted, eyes wide. every word that passed from your lips, he listened to devotedly.

"that's not to say sex can't be dirty or heartbreaking or wrong. believe me, I know it can be anything but good. but,  I've also seen how amazing it can be. if you do it right, with the right person, in the right place... shit, it can be—"

"life changing?" he finished for you, a thoughtful smile on his lips.

you chuckled, nodding. "exactly. and I'm not saying you should go out and fuck everything with a pulse. I'm just saying, sex isn't always this horrible, disgusting thing that you think it is. if it was, I doubt so many people would be having it."

all at once, his mouth was on yours. your eyes widened, body going rigid. well, you weren't expecting that.

just as quickly as he had kissed you, he pulled away. he looked horrified, mouth gaping, eyes practically popping out of their sockets. it seemed he was just as caught off guard as you were.

the kiss couldn't have lasted for more than three seconds. but in those quick seconds, you had gotten a taste of him.

and you wanted more.

he began to spit it a flustered mess of an apology, "holy shit, I'm so sorry, I don't know why I—"

"shut up," you growled, grabbing him by the back of the neck and drawing his lips back onto your own.

he emitted a sound of surprise, but didn't make a move to pull away. even so, his lips were puckered and stiff. it was obvious he had no idea what he was doing. chuckling, you leaned away just enough that your lips weren't touching.

"relax, Jungkook," you murmured, pecking his lips lightly.

"I'm sorry," he managed to choke out, face turning beat red for the umpteenth time that day, "I've just never... done this before."

"you've never kissed anyone before?" he shook his head weakly, features burning with embarrassment at his admission. you smiled, caressing your thumb over his warm cheek, "that's alright... I'll teach you."

"o–okay," he whimpered, dark eyes focusing in on your lips.

seeing the need that sparkled faintly within them, you decided not to make him wait any longer. you pressed your lips gently to his, moving slowly, but with purpose. his motions gradually grew from stiff and uncertain to relaxed and fluid. you let out a sound of approval, one of your hands sneaking down to squeeze his thigh.

god damn.

he gasped in your mouth, and you dipped your tongue skillfully between his lips. a loud moan escaped his chest, the sound sending chills down your spine. you couldn't help but to wonder what he would sound like moaning your name, begging for more...

that thought alone was enough to have you tugging him closer to you, pulling his leg over your lap until he was straddling your thighs. your hands wandered to his waist, thumbs rubbing small circles. he shuddered faintly, giggling into your mouth as you hit a ticklish spot.

"god, you're so cute," you chuckled, kissing over his jaw as his head tilted back, offering you more access. he mewled as you hit a weak place.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," he gasped, hands jumping up to grip your shoulders tightly.

"don't think too much, just enjoy," you purred, nipping at his collarbone playfully, "and follow my lead." the grip you had on his waist slipped down to his narrow hips, guiding them in slow grinding motions.

"o–oh," he swallowed, jaw slacking as his eyes dropped between you, watching himself grind against you. it didn't take long for a prominent bulge to form in his tight jeans, the restriction making him squirm. he let out a strangled whine, "y/n... it hurts."

you smirked, "why don't you strip for me, baby?"

his cheeks ignited in a hot crimson blush. "s–strip?" you hummed, unbuckling his belt and pulling it out from the loops, dropping it onto the floor. that may be useful later.

he nodded, "okay." you grinned, excitement boiling up inside of you, leaning back as Jungkook stood up before you. he bit his bottom lip, eyes fluttering shyly as he gripped the bottom of his black t–shirt.

"d–don't laugh."

your eyes widened, brows raising. "I would never laugh at you, I promise," there was steadfast certainty in your voice, your hand rubbing soothingly down the back of his leg, "it's okay if you don't want to do this—"

"no! no, I want to," he cut you off quickly, and you couldn't help the feeling of relief that washed over you.

"okay," you leaned back, "then take it off."

with an adorable look of determination, he began to strip; starting with his shirt. you had to bite your lip near the point of blood when he slowly peeled the fabric off of his body to keep from crying out 'glory, glory, hallelujah!'. hot was an understatement.

muscular shoulders that melted into sculpted biceps. a bulky chest that screamed push up fiend and formed into a set of six tight, toned abs.

"Jesus," your mouth watered.

you couldn't stop your hand from reaching out and caressing down his body, watching as his stomach flexed under your touch.

"work out much?" you smirked up at him.

he chuckled, shrugging faintly, "it’s a hobby of mine."

yeah, it fucking shows.

once again, your eyes slid down to see his erection still standing proud, straining hopelessly. you licked your lips lustfully. seeing what was above the belt, only made you want to see what was below it a hundred times worse.

"fuck, take your pants off," you impatience was beginning to show as your hands found the zipper of his jeans. but he suddenly grabbed your wrists. you looked up at him, concerned you'd gone too fast for his liking.

but his dark, desire filled eyes and the playful smirk on his lips told you otherwise. "please... let me," he murmured, you nodded in a slight daze from the look he was giving you. releasing your wrists, he slowly pushed his jeans over his hips, letting them slip teasingly down his thick thighs, before they finally pooled at his ankles, where he had earlier kicked off his timbers.

you groaned softly, nearly melting at the sight of his bare legs in front of you. shaved, they were fucking shaved. you could see the taunt muscles bulging underneath his soft skin. and holy fuck his thighs, his thighs, his fucking thighs. tan and big and bite–able.

shit, they were even hotter than you imagined.

"you... you can touch me... if you want..."

his soft, bashful voice broke you from the trance you'd put yourself in, and you quickly snapped your stare away from his thickness and up to his face. he looked shy again, bottom lip sucked into his mouth, cheeks rounded, raised, and tinted by a subtle pink, eyes big and shiny in the most endearing way imaginable.

how the holy fuck were you supposed to say no to that.

in less than a second your hands were back on his thighs, rubbing, squeezing, savoring. his skin was warm and tight under your greedy hands, tensing every time your fingers grazed a particularly sensitive area.

just touching suddenly wasn't enough. leaning forward, you grazed your lips over the hem of his tight boxers, biting gently at the flesh just below it. he trembled, moaning softly as you placed a flurry of kisses and light sucks on his legs.

thigh kink? confirmed.

you were so close, you could see his erection growing by the second. and shit was that a turn on. with a twinge of reluctance, you detached your mouth from his thighs, peering up at his slack jawed face with a smirk.

"you look good in black, Jeon," you teased, lightly tracing your index finger over his boner.

"please, y/n," he moaned, his knees beginning to grow weak underneath him. as much as you would have loved to have kept teasing the hell out of him, there were far more important matters to take into consideration.

pulling away from him, you shifted over to make room for his large body on the couch. "down," you demanded.

he all but launched himself onto the couch, before staring at you like an obedient puppy awaiting his next command. you were already power hungry enough as is, and now he was looking at you like that? the fuck was he trying to do to you?

he yelped in surprise as you planted your hands on his shoulders, shoving him back. he fell, head landing near the arm rest, torso propped up on his elbows, legs parted, one foot resting on the floor. he looked like a work of art laid out like that. you could just devour him.

you crawled on top of him, trapping his head between your hands. "do you know how long I've wanted you, Jungkook?" you muttered, brushing your nose over his. he shook his head, breathing heavily as you positioned one of your knees against his crotch. "do you know how long I've wanted to have your gorgeous body underneath mine? too fucking long."

he moaned out as you pressed into him, at the same time capturing his mouth in yours in a wet, sloppy, hungry kiss that had his mind reeling. his large hands gripped your jaw, one of his legs hooked over your hip, keeping you close to him. he loved feeling you.

"do you know how much of a tease you are?" you growled against his mouth, biting his bottom lip. "shit, you have to know. walking around in those tight jeans, showing off that tight little ass. you love it, don't you? having everyone's eyes all over you."

he was panting as his hips began to slowly grind against your leg, desperate for friction. "I– I never realized—"

you cut him off with a hand around his throat, tsking softly, "don't lie to me, baby. liars get punished." shit, y/n don't get too kinky on him, it's still his first time, you silently reminded yourself. but he seemed to enjoy it enough, because his grinding became rougher and faster, to the point where he was essentially dry humping your leg.

"f–fuck, punish me," he moaned out, clenching and unclenching his fists in your hair. you choked.

he was asking for it. literally asking for it. if it was any other guy, you would have already jumped his bones.

but this was Jeon Jungkook, your not so secret obsession since the beginning of high school. he was underneath you, horny, hard, and asking you to punish him. and yet, you still weren't sure.

on one hand; you wanted to fuck his shit up. you wanted to feel him writhing, hear him crying out, see him sweating. you wanted to wreck that boy. fuck him into oblivion, until he was seeing stars.

but on the other hand; he was still a virgin. he had no experience whatsoever, and had only just had his first kiss that day, with you. you didn't want to hurt him–hurt him his first time. you didn't know if he could take it.

Jungkook must have seen the conflicted expression on your face, because he made a soft noise to bring your attention back to him.

"please–," he whimpered, spreading his thighs with a needy moan, "please, be rough with me."

w—

was your life a joke to him?

"shit, Jeon," you huffed out a strained chuckle, "you're really fucking me up here."

he whimpered again, looking up at you pleadingly. "I can handle it, I promise. I want more. I want you."

was this the same guy that said the only things you can gain from sex are std's and regret?

it wasn't hard for him to shatter any tiny amount of resistance you offered with a single look. you nodded faintly, smiling as his face lit up. "don't be afraid to tell me to stop, okay? I don't want to get too carried away."

he hummed, head bobbing in acknowledgment.

"words, baby," you scolded.

"yes, I promise," he breathed, eyes honing in on your lips, "can you kiss me again?"

as much as you wanted to tell him this was serious, you still couldn't bring yourself to say no. you kissed him again, slowly this time. you chuckled at the feeling of his tongue prodding at your lips. "impatient thing, aren't you?"

he opened his mouth to respond, but could only manage a gasp as you began to trail your mouth down his body, until you were face to crotch with his throbbing arousal. you looked up at him with a cocked brow. "want them off?"

you had barely finished the question before he was rapidly nodding his head, biting his lip as he hummed desperately. chuckling at his eagerness, you slid your fingers under the waistband on his black Calvin Klein's, and tugged them down.

his erection swung out of it's confines like a god damn baseball bat, slapping against his stomach hard enough to make him flinch slightly. you don't remember ever seeing a guy that hard before. and you'd barely even touched him.

"impressive, baby," you purred, soothing your hands over the inside of his thighs. pressing a slow kiss to his hipbone, you murmured, "you're already so hard for me... it makes me wonder..."

your fingers glided closer and closer to where you knew he wanted you most, but never touching him. frustration blossomed on his face in the attractive shade of crimson.

"if I could make you come without even touching you."

he cried out, desperately shaking his head, "no, no please– I can't. please touch me. I need you, plea—" he cut himself off with a thunderous moan as your hand wrapped around his dick and began pumping quickly.

you smiled cheekily up at him, "since you said please."

he was already slick with his own pre cum, hot and throbbing in your palm. spluttering moans escaped his lips as his body tried to process the pleasure of your smooth, rapid strokes. little need be said that it was a lot for his virgin cock to handle in that moment.

his head jerked up when you suddenly pulled away, staring down at you with furrowed brows and hopeless eyes.

"you wanted me to kiss you, right?" it was more of a rhetorical question, and you didn't really give him the chance to reply anyways before your mouth was on his dick.

Jungkook cried loudly, throwing his head back as you french kissed his tip.

"f–fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," he whined between harsh onslaughts of gasps and moans, tightly grabbing the armrest above his head. you hummed in admiration as his chest broadened and his skin tightened with the stretch, putting his taut pectorals on full display.

every flick and twirl of your tongue sent tendrils of pleasure shooting through his body in hot, wet, glorious waves. his back arched off of the couch cushion every time you sucked, cheeks hollowing, tongue flattening.

you watched, ego practically bursting out of your head at how responsive he was. every thrust of his torso, every tremble of his legs, every gorgeous sound that thrust itself from his lips went straight to your core. he was undeniably intoxicating.

he suddenly threw his legs over your shoulders, ankles locking on the small of your back. you moaned around him as you realized the position he'd just put himself in. your hands crawled up his flexing thighs, gripping them tightly.

talk about a dream come true. literally.

you applied some vigor to your motions, bobbing your head eagerly and twisting your tongue around him. you felt him begin to twitch in your mouth, the fluid leaning from his swollen cock lathering your tongue. that combined with the sounds he was making, beautiful, high whines, signaled that he was close. but you weren't done yet.

all at once, you pulled away, panting slightly but smirking nonetheless.

"w–why did you... s–stop?" he gasped, brows furrowing as he looked down at you desperately.

"because I want to show you another trick I learned during one of my rendezvous," you purred, kissing down his thighs to soothe the orgasm you prevented him from experiencing, "if you're up for it?"

"if it feels anything like that, I'm down," he was quick to agree, pulling his legs off of you as you sat up.

"I'm happy to hear that..." your eyes wandered below his dick, and your eyes glistened with excitement. before he could put two and two together, your fingers were tracing his lips. "do you mind sucking?" you asked. he shook his head, and you chuckled at his big doe eyes, sending you silent pleas, "then suck, baby."

he obediently took your fingers into his mouth, small lips delicately wrapping around them. you hummed in appreciation, loving the way he looked with your fingers in his mouth.

"that's right baby, use your tongue, make them wet," you groaned, pushing them deeper. he silently complied, tongue shyly swirling around them, cheeks going concave and he sucked gently. all the while, his eyes, wide and glistening, looked into yours, hungry for approval.

Jesus Christ, have mercy.

"you'll make me come in my pants if you keep this up," you joked, biting at the inside of your cheek. that statement only seemed to add fuel to the fire, because before you could process what he was doing, he had you fingers knuckle deep in his mouth, sucking them like his life depended on it. now, it was your turn to go slack jawed.

when it got to the point where you could feel the arousal beginning to drip between your thighs, you drew your fingers from his mouth. you shuddered with glee at the sight of a string of his spit connecting the tip of your finger to his lips. hot. hot, really fucking hot.

"damn, baby. you're good with your mouth," you chuckled breathlessly, trying to ignore the sexy way his brows rose in suggestive arches at your statement.

"I can be even better if you give me something hot and wet to eat."

well fuck you too, Jeon. now my ovaries have exploded, thanks a whole fuckin' lot you little tongue slut.

"maybe if you behave yourself, yeah?" you all but growled, feeling the heat in your body increase tenfold. and then he had the nerve to smirk at you. as if you weren't turned on enough. now you had to show him who the fuck was in charge here. "you're asking for it, Jeon."

he chuckled shortly, biting his lip. "then give it to me."

welp. there goes taking it easy his first time.

in seconds, you had his hands pinned above his head and the belt you had discarded earlier wrapped tightly around his wrists. he groaned at the feeling of the taut leather pulling at his delicate skin, loving the sensation of being restrained more than he thought he would.

"such a spoiled little brat, aren't you?" you snarled, grabbing one of his legs and forcing it up over your shoulder, holding the other against his chest. he bit his lip, eagerly nodding in agreement. "making demands like that. shit, you want it so bad? then have it, baby."

he cried out as the tips of your wet fingers slowly penetrated his virgin hole. hot, salty tears pooled in his eyes at the foreign stretch. you placed soothing kisses down his neck, murmuring sweet, encouraging words against his skin.

"tell me to stop if it's too much," you uttered, feeling his body trembling and tensing beneath you.

he quickly shook his head at that, "I'm okay– I'm okay... keep going... please keep going."

you praised him quietly, continuing to ease your fingers into him. his back arched deeply, forcing your chest together so firmly not even a piece of paper could slip between you. his head rolled to the side, panting lips pressing to his bicep, prominent bunny teeth biting into the flesh as his brows scrunched.

beautiful didn't begin to describe him.

"you're taking my fingers so well, baby," you cooed, thrusting your fingers shallowly, slowly in and out of him at a consistent pace, allowing his body to adjust properly. you could tell he was still in some pain, but it was quickly melting from his feature, being replaced by something entirely different.

"y/n," he drawled out a low moan, hips steadily beginning to roll in time with your fingers.

oh, you knew what that meant.

"you want more?"

he nodded quickly, whining for emphasis. you only grinned and continued your now painfully slow motions. he groaned in frustration when he tried to grind his hips down, only for you to grab them and pin them down. this was becoming torturous. this shallow pleasure and weak stretches weren't enough to get him anywhere. you know that. and now so did he.

face blossoming in a deep red, he weakly squirmed against his restraints in order to lift his head. "y/n, I can handle it, please! I need— shit," he squeaked loudly, eyes popping open almost comically when your fingers suddenly pushed deeply into him. his entire body jolted and you felt him clench around you.

"relax. you said you could handle it right?" he could only nod, words evading him as you pulled out, only to plunge right back in. the motion sent his head into a fuzzy state of euphoria that he'd never had the pleasure of encountering before.

it wasn't long before you were pumping into him at an arm numbing pace. your bicep and wrist ached, but you really couldn't care less. not with how utterly, stupefyingly gorgeous he looked.

hands bound above his head, which was thrown back as his strained throat shot out whorish moans. sweat making his rippling skin shimmer like an ocean at sunset. every muscle in his upper body was flexed and on full display for your greedy eyes, bulging and trembling.

"you look like you're about to just burst, Jeon," you teased, biting your lip at the sound of your palm connecting with his toned backside with sharp smacks.

wet? nah bitch you were drenched.

"w–wa... wait–wai... wait!" he gasped and moaned as your skilled fingers brought him closer and closer to the edge. you immediately still, quickly drawing your hand away from him.

"did I hurt you?" you asked, concern shining in your eyes.

"no, no it felt good. really good, fuck. I just..." you furrowed your brows in confusion, waiting for him to continue, "I don't want to come from your hand."

your brows raised, "oh?"

"I want you to fuck me."

oh.

a massive smirk split your cheeks. "don't have to tell me twice," you swooped down, kissing him fiercely. you moved the undo his binds, letting the belt hit the floor with a soft thud. with his freed hands, he reached down and helped you tug off your pants. you were both far too eager even bother taking off your underwear. you moaned softly as his slender fingers pushed the fabric to the side, grazing your wet lips.

he gasped, looking up at you with wide eyes. "you're so wet."

chuckling, you ground against his lingering fingers, moaning soft at the sparks of pleasure that followed. "mm, all because of you, baby." he blushed deeply, biting his lip to contain a wide smile. he hadn't realized he was affecting you just as much as you were affecting him.

he took you off guard as he slid his fingers against you, lightly pressing against your core, applying pressure to your sensitive clit. you jerked, legs quivering beneath the weight of your body. "easy, I'm not trying to come before I even get to feel you inside of me. I've waited too long for this."

in one swift motion, you sunk down on his erect cock. you gasped as he moaned in shock, both of you taken off guard by just how good it felt. you hadn't expected that much of a stretch, his dick filling you flawlessly. he hadn't expected you to be that tight, squeezing and clenching around him. he thought he was overwhelmed before, but this was an entirely different ball game. hehe, literally.

"oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," Jungkook choked, hands searching hopelessly for something to grab onto but unable to decide what he wanted to hold onto.

you chuckled breathlessly between soft moans, rolling your hips in slow figure eights. "God's got nothing to do with this, baby." You gripped at his muscular shoulders for support as you rode his dick.

truth is, he felt a thousand times better than you thought he would. he wasn't massive, but he was the perfect size for you, just thick enough to stretch you out without causing any real pain and long enough to reach that perfect, sensitive little spot inside of you with ease.

"fuck you feel so good," you groaned, throwing you head back as you sped up your pace, bouncing with renewed stamina.

Jungkook keened, feeling already himself teetering on that edge. but he didn't want to finish, he didn't want it to end. the feelings, the sensations you were giving him were unlike anything he'd ever faced before.

"y/n— I think I might–" he began to warn you, but his words got lost in gasping moans and hopeless whines. you got the message though, especially at the feeling of him throbbing and twitching inside of you.

"then I'm going to need you to touch me, baby," you guided his wrist to your aching pussy, moaning loudly when his fingers made contact with your swollen clit, "f–fuck right the–there."

he whimpered, wanting to please you just as much as you were pleasing him. "how?" he asked desperately, hips reflexively jumping as you clenched around him.

with your hand laid over top of his, you were able to lead his long middle finger in drawing small circles, until he was doing it all on his own. "oh shit, yeah– yeah, just like that... just like that." he couldn't hide the smile that grew at the sight of your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your mouth gaping in silent moans as his touches worked you closer and closer to your undoing.

but you wiped that smile off his face when your hands landed back on his chest, brushing his nipples and making his back arch upwards. you tested it again, this time with gentle pinches that had him crying out in euphoria, bucking into you hard.

"oh? you like that? you like getting your nipples played with? how cute." you managed, tweaking his hardened buds with a sadistic smirk. he sobbed, tears of pleasure rushing from his eyes. it was getting harder and harder to hold himself back. but he refused to come before you.

forcing his mind out of the euphoric haze, he put his hands and hips to work, drilling into you with every ounce of strength he had.

he managed to hit your sweet spot with every powerful thrust. and before you knew it, you were coming faster than you'd ever come before, vision filling with blinding stars, body going rigid above his and trembling uncontrollably. your walls constructed around him as you came with the most mind numbing orgasm you'd ever experienced, and that was just enough encouragement to have him exploding inside of you with a loud cry.

"fuck– fuck, y/n, fuck," he moaned, riding out his high with hard, sloppy thrust. you could only manage a weak whimper from oversensitivity, slumping on top of him, completely and utterly spent.

you laid them for at least five minutes, both of you trying to catch your breath and collect the wits that had just seemed to implode.

unexpectedly, you let out a bellowing laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck as his lazily looped around your back. "shit, Jeon. didn't know you had it in you," you giggled airily, kissing his shoulders in a surprisingly tender gesture.

he smiled, giggling along with you. "you brought it out of me."

"oh, I'm flattered, gorgeous," you cooed playfully, plastering kisses across his cheeks. he lightly swatted you away, squirming as you tickled at his sides.

with a soft sigh, you pushed yourself off of him. he watched in confusion as you grabbed his clothes off the floor, handing them to him. you chuckled when you saw the worried look on his face, leaning down to press a reassuring kiss to his lips. "as much as I enjoy cuddling after a good fuck, you should probably ditch before my parents get home. they’re not always so welcoming to strangers."

his shoulders relaxed, realizing you weren't just going to kick him to the curb after giving him the best afternoon of his life.

"understandable," he swiftly tugged on his shirt, followed by his pants and messily stuffed book bag. he turned back to you with a hopeful glimmer in his dark eyes, and a shy blush coating his cheeks. it was amazing that he was still so bashful after having just fucked your brains out.

"you'll... you'll text me... right?"

you laughed softly, cupping his jaw and drawing him into one last kiss. "how could I not?"

he grinned giddily, pecking your lips in his excitement. "okay! okay, good!" He coughed quickly, trying to cap his happiness, "I mean— cool, cool. very cool. I'll see you tomorrow. have a good— uh, night!"

you shook your head with a soft smile as he darted out the front door, closing it gently behind him.

"I might just have to keep you around, Jeon."

#jungkook #sub!jungkook #sub!bts #bts smut #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook #bts jungkook #jungkook x reader #bts fanfiction #bts fic #bts reactions #bts scenarios #jungkook fanfic #bts imagines #jungkook imagine

[twisted-tales-of-all]

A Trip Through Memory Woods

human!reader x wolf-hybrid!Jaehyun ;; Kinktober Masterlist sub!female!reader

“Anon” Request

Summary: Your life-long friend and now boyfriend wants to celebrate your 3 year anniversary with a surprise. Remembering the old days, you decide to make new memories at the same time.

Word Count: 2371

Contains: long-term relationship!au, friends-to-lovers!au, outdoor sex, unprotected sex, mating, knotting, oral sex (female receiving), praise, lots of fluff

A/N: I am posting this one now because yesterday was the anniversary of me and the requester being mutuals for a year. Love you bby, enjoy ^^ also there’s one line that I hate because it’s lowkey meta but couldn’t bring myself to remove because it’s stupid funny to me

As a child, you lived in an area where the only neighbors you had were the creatures that lived in the woods behind your house. Whenever you'd get bored, you would roam the woods and try to make friends with the animals you'd find. One evening, you stay later than usual, humming a tune as you sit on a tree stump and enjoy the scenery. You hear some rustling that draws your attention to a nearby bush, where you see a silver tail resting on the side.

Without thinking, you get off the stump and kneel on the ground, hoping the animal would come out of hiding. More rustling accompanies its movements as it peeks out from behind the bush. You're shocked when you see a human face emerge.

"Hello? I haven't seen you here before. Where are you from?" You ask as you stand up and slowly walk towards the stranger.

Immediately, they flee. You go back to that same spot every day for the next few weeks. When he shows up, he gradually moves closer each day, so long as you don't move from the tree. After a while, he sits next to the stump and bumps his head against you lightly to let you know that he feels safe enough to talk with you.

"Hi! I'm Y/N. Don't worry, I'm nice. Do you have a name?"

He stares up at you for a bit, and you can almost see the mental debate he has with himself.

"Jaehyun... I'm Jaehyun."

"Nice to meet you. Why do you have a tail, Jaehyun?"

He doesn't quite know how to respond, so you brush it off, and the two of you talk until your mom yells at you to go back inside. Over time, you become very close to Jaehyun, telling him about school and your parents. He takes an interest in school, asking you numerous questions and asking you to teach him how to read and write. You teach him four days a week, and, by your 14th birthday, he can read and write as well as anyone your age. 

As the years go by, you continue teaching him everything you learn, including giving him college applications. He asks where you're applying, only applying to those same schools. When you both receive acceptances, he keeps track of which ones you both get, and he follows you to the school you end up choosing.

Rather than living in the dorms, your mom pays for you to have an apartment nearby. Jaehyun moves in with you, and the two of you adjust to college and city life together for the first year. In the summer following that year, Jaehyun asks you to be his girlfriend. You accept, teasing that you thought he friend-zoned you since he waited so long to ask. Now, nearly three years later, you two are happier than ever.

"Y/N, do you think you can take Saturday off from work? There's something I'd like to do for our anniversary."

"Hm? Sure, I can try. Do I get to know, or is this one of your wacky surprises again?"

"I'm planning a trip, baby. It'll be fun." His innocent smile lights up the room as he says just enough to pique your interest without giving anything away.

When Saturday rolls around, your boyfriend wakes you up earlier than usual. He already loaded the car with a picnic basket and some blankets, so he tells you to dress comfortably and come to the kitchen for a quick breakfast before leaving. While you groan and complain about being awake, his boundless energy never falters. Once you're on the road, Jaehyun puts on a playlist of songs that came out the year you met. You compliment him on going all out, but the sleepiness takes over again, so you sleep for the second half of the trip and miss a good majority of the playlist.

He wakes you gently when you reach your destination, and you open your eyes to countless trees.

"Where are we? Did you take me to a forest to murder me? I knew this day would come. Damn, I wasn't prepared."

He flicks your forehead, "Quit joking, you idiot. Look." He points to the left, towards a cabin, "Recognize where we are yet?"

At first, you don't. When you look at the building for a bit longer, however, you realize he brought you back to where you lived when the two of you first met.

You turn to him, wide-eyed, "Oh god, you brought us home!"

His proud smile beams at you as he nods, "I contacted the people who bought it after your family moved out, and they said we could come over today and visit the area. They're out vacationing this week, but they left me the key if you wanna look inside."

You're already halfway out of the car when he finishes talking, but you don't really care to explore the house at all. Even though you lived there most of your life, the surrounding woods hold much more significance than the building itself. So, to Jaehyun's surprise, you walk past the house, trying to find the small clearing you used to sit in. Jaehyun follows you wordlessly until you stop at one particular tree stump, slowly lowering yourself onto it.

"It's here, isn't it? This is the spot we met. I remember it clearly. I'm so glad I eventually stopped hiding and went up to you." He sits down on the floor next to you, just like that first time when you were kids.

You tease him for taking forever to approach, just like he took forever to finally ask you out, but then a comfortable silence falls over the two of you as you both embrace the familiar sights, sounds, and smells of these woods. Neither of you would admit it, but you both missed this feeling while in the bustling, never-sleeping city.

When you stand up to break the silence, you question your boyfriend, "You said the owners won't be home today, right?"

"Uh huh. Why?"

"There's something I had a dream about a while ago that I wanna try out. Do you think you'd be down?"

"What do you have in mind, babe?"

"Well, if nobody is around... We could have some fun here. Make more memories for this spot."

"Oh~ I see what you mean." He stands up and puts his hands on the stump on either side of you, leaning his face close to yours and forcing you back to a seated position out of shock, "How do you wanna do this?"

Seeing his tail swaying behind him, you realize that you've forced him to adapt fully to human life, so you want to experience at least one thing from the other side of him, "How do wolves have sex? They mate, right? Wouldn't it be super special if we mate here? Mating right where we first met attaches another special first to this spot."

He moves one hand up to cover the embarrassment written clearly on his face, "Y-You know wolves mate for life, right? Asking to mate with me is a stronger pact than marriage."

You reach up and ruffle his hair, "As if I'd want anyone else. You're so oblivious sometimes, Jaehyun. I waited years for you to ask me out. I'll gladly be linked with you for life."

His hand and jaw drop at the same time as he looks at with the widest eyes you've seen on him. You can't help but laugh at him for not even suspecting you felt this way despite you being so obvious about it. You leave a quick peck on his nose to bring him back to reality, which results in him pulling you to his chest, hugging tightly. You can feel his body sway as his tail swings wildly from joy.

As he pulls away, he verifies with a bright smile, closely watching your eyes, "Should we mate here, then?"

You simply nod, smiling just as brightly back at him. Without wasting more time, he pushes his lips against yours. The kiss is rough, but not forceful. He reaches one hand behind your neck, supporting your head as his tongue parts your lips and dances with your tongue. Clearly, your boyfriend planned this moment in his head, as he works through the process just as a writer would describe the perfect make-out session. As his free hand lightly pushes you down until you're laying on the stump, he positions his body in between your legs.

With one hand now holding himself up, he pulls away from you to bring his free hand to your stomach. He hooks his thumb under the edge of your shirt, slowly lifting it to reveal your simple, black bra. He lifts the shirt over your head, and you quickly unhook the bra to help him out. He piles the clothes on the ground, throwing his shirt there as well. The cool air hits your hot skin, but he keeps removing clothes despite the cold.

He removes his pants first, then reaches for yours. He looks at your face to verify your consent and begins removing them only after you give him a nod. Soon enough, you're both naked in the middle of the woods as the sun begins to set. Jaehyun drops to his knees, deciding to give you some attention before the sex.

He starts with one big lick, then adds soft licks to your clit. He adds two fingers into your hole, slowly moving them in and out as he alternates between licking and sucking your clit. Your soft moans encourage him to continue, so he keeps it up as your moans get louder. When he hits the right spot inside you, a hand flies to his hair, and you let him know to aim for that same spot.

You feel the tension in your muscles as you get closer to your high. He never once lets up, even when you scream that you're about to cum. You buck your hips against him as you cum, riding out your high as all the tension releases. He pulls his fingers out, sucking the juices off them as he stands up again. He leans over you, smiling at the look on your face.

"That feel good, baby?" He asks as he brushes a stray hair out of your face.

"It felt amazing, Jaehyun." You watch his eyes as they follow his hand's caring movements around your hairline and jawline.

"God, you're so gorgeous."

He continues tracing parts of your body as he waits for you to recover from the orgasm. When he notices your breathing returns to normal, he stands up straight once again, asking if you're ready. You mumble out an agreement, so he lines himself up with your entry. He pushes in slowly, both of you holding your breath until he's fully in. You both exhale and stay there quietly for a bit, adjusting to each other's bodies. When Jaehyun begins moving, he starts slow. You feel everything he does; every little movement feels amplified due to the speed. You beg him to go faster, hoping to feel him hit the right spots. He listens to your request without hesitation, his breathing getting heavier as he does every movement in an attempt to please you.

When he starts losing control, he pulls out, cursing under his breath. You look at him, confused and slightly upset by the emptiness, but he motions for you to turn around. You stand up and turn, bending over the stump and using both hands to keep yourself steady. He holds onto your hips tightly as he pushes back inside you. With the curve of his dick, he immediately brushes against your soft spot, making your legs quiver.

"You alright, babygirl?" He freezes, worried he hurt you.

"Yes, babe. Please, keep going. It feels amazing."

He starts moving again, faster than before. The grip on your hips tightens, sure to leave bruises. After a few minutes, you scream about being close to orgasming again. He replies in between grunts, stating that he's close, too.

"Cum with me, babe." His voice sounds huskier than usual, and it pushes you over the edge.

He lets himself release as he feels your walls clench around him. The warm liquid fills you as he knots, keeping it all inside. His nails dig into your skin as it happens, but you barely notice during the seconds of bliss you experience.

He slumps slightly, resting his forehead on your back as he catches his breath and calms himself down. After pulling out, he takes a seat on the tree stump and pulls you into his lap, hugging you close. You cuddle into his chest and listen to his heartbeat. Your beat syncs with his as you begin drifting asleep in his embrace.

"Don't fall asleep yet, baby. Let's get cleaned up inside and get dressed. You can sleep when I drive us back." He pats your head to keep your attention.

You grumble, not wanting to get up, and mumble out an excuse to sleep now, "But then I'll miss the playlist you made again. I wanna hear it."

He stands up, carrying you in his arms, "It's a playlist, Y/N. You can listen to it whenever you want. Now, let's go, lazy butt."

You wiggle around until he puts you down, accepting your defeat. You grab the pile of clothes and follow Jaehyun into the cabin.

From the looks of it, the new owners haven't changed much at all, so walking inside feels very nostalgic. You sigh, relieved, as some part of you expected it to be entirely remodeled. Jaehyun sees your relief and smiles to himself, proud that he planned this trip. At this point, you take the lead since you know the house layout. You quickly rinse off with Jaehyun before getting dressed and heading back to the car. The water woke you up fully, so you stay awake as you both eat the food he packed and head home, singing to old favorites at the top of your lungs as the beautiful sights fly past the window in the night.

#kpop #kpop boys #kpop boy scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop writing #kpop smut #nct #nct smut #nct writing #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct jaehyun #jung jaehyun #jaehyun smut #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun imagines #nct u #nct 127

[ktheist]

the ways to call you mine

[7:22]

the man that your father decided to bring home is of an unknown origin. or so he claims. based on his attire when he first stepped into your house, you know he’s at least a noble. though there’s no insignia engraved in on his collar or back, the way taehyung carries himself shows years of refine etiquette and manner.

“then, i’ll be off,” your father sets the teacup on its saucer, breaking your fixed stare on the man across from you and turn to the elder man with a smile sweeter than honey.

“have a good day, papa!” the arm you use to wave at the man shoots down as soon as the carriage is out of sight. and the smile you wear is contorted into a sneer.

clicking your tongue, you shoot a glare at the unwelcomed guest next to you. sure, he may have the perfect shade of tan, matched with unruly hair that easily allows him to hide his expressions with just a tilt of his head downwards. but those eyes - they remind you so much of yourself.

they’re induced with warmth and gentleness in front of your father, but as soon as the man is out of sight, that glare of his rivals your own.

“just wait till i find out which house you belong to and what secrets you hold to trick my poor old merchant father into taking you in.”

the corner of taehyung’s lips lift into an unpleasant scoff as he swats your finger away, “i’d like to see you try, peaches.”

did you say his superficiality rivaled yours? you take that back. even you aren’t as evil as the devil incarnate.

and he dares to call you by the nickname your father and late mother gives you. to insult your late mother’s memory so - he’s the opposite of what he displays himself to be in front of your father and the townspeople. 

because you’re from a rising merchant faction, you don’t have maids or butlers. so it’s only just the two of you at home and unfortunately so, allows you to bear witness to this man’s true, wicked nature.

“nobles are the same everywhere,” you huff, swiping the creme colored hat hanging off the hatstand and pulling it over your head, “they’re self-centered, arrogant and lack respect for others.”

he stands with his back on you and the handle of an axe clasped underneath his arm as he puts on the gloves before getting to chopping the woods at the back. when you’re only met with silence instead of one of his witless retorts, you trudge out with a, “don’t forget to lock the front door!”

x

your days are spent at the orphanage and helping out the old lady by the forest with her garden. though you want to quickly find out what taehyung’s hiding, you haven’t the slightest clue of who and where to look for.

“thinking about that young man again?” esmeralda’s fading green eyes captures yours. she always seems like the secrets of the world hover over her like dark clouds.

the glass ball sitting prettily on the table in front of her is filled with clouds today. when she uses it, the clouds disappear and are replaced by a blur of images that you can’t make out.

“it’s because your magic hasn’t awakened yet, young one,” she once told you when she saw your knitted eyes as you peered at the ever changing images trapped inside the ball.

“come here,” the woman gestures, her wrinkled hands sometimes appear taut and stretched over her bones like that of a young woman but most times, she appears the way you see her now - graying hair, smile lines and fading emerald eyes.

one of these days, you fear you’d walk into an empty forest and the ground where the house is built, filled with blades of grass.

a clueless smile makes its way to your lips as you place a hand on the one she has extended midair.

“i cannot give the answers you seek.” she smooths out your palm, eyes trained on the lines that slants across it, “only you can find them.”

“hm?” you cock your head to the side at the sudden images that appear within the ball after esmeralda guides your hand over it.

at first, it’s a blur of colors from black to brown to something lighter until you can finally make out the man sitting on a throne, his ice cold gaze sending chills down your spine.

“taehyung...” the name comes out as a soft whisper. as though you’re afraid that the image of the man would hear and see you through the glass.

but the images is disappears into the usual clouds as soon as the knock on the door reverberates across the room.

“why don’t you see who’s at the door, child?” she requests. understandably, her bones aren’t as strong and her feet doesn’t carry her as fast as whoever knocking on the door desires.

to your surprise, a familiar figure cringes at the sight of you. but you don’t have the time to let annoyance take over you like it usually does, “taehyung? why are you here?”

only women and male descendants of the royal family can see this house.

“what do you mean why i’m here? it’s almost sunset and you’re still not back yet. your father’s worried you might’ve gotten eaten by-” he grumbles before something past your shoulders catches his eyes.

“is that...”

as soon as he tries to take a step forward, you softly press your hand on his chest, stepping out and closing the door behind you.

“let’s go, it’s almost dark and your noble brain didn’t even think of bringing a lantern.” you point out, neck craning to hold his gaze but the insult is enough to pull his brows together in annoyance.

“if it weren’t for me, you would’ve had to walk back on your own - in. the. dark.” he emphasizes the last part, eyes burning holes inside your head as you blatantly ignore him.

“hey,” he says, clearly ticked off, “are you listening?”

that’s when you stop in your trek and he must notice the change of atmosphere when he falls quiet from next to you.

“taehyung,” you meet his startled gaze, “you’re the missing crown prince, aren’t you?”

those round eyes sharpen into the all-too-familiar glare, “i’m not. and you don’t have any proof.” the latter statement feels forced. as if added as an afterthought.

“so it’s true.” you surmise, clicking your tongue. “i was willing to put up with you even if you’re a noble - but you’re the crown prince... do you know your order to burn anyone suspected of magical use, caused my mother’s death?”

judging from how his eyes soften, he doesn’t seem to know.

“leave our home,” you twirl on your heels, continuing your path back to the estate, “you have no business leeching off a family whose mother and wife you killed.”

when morning comes, the seat across from you is empty and deserted. your father thought taehyung might have overslept and you promise to check up on him after he leaves for work.

but you already know he left in the dead of the night. you saw his lean built step  out of the gates but he stopped and looked straight at your window where you’d been standing. as if he knew.

the expression he made was indecipherable but you know the weight of knowledge when you see it. there was something he knew but couldn’t tell you.

the days go on like they would as if the guest bedroom had never been occupied since last year. as if the chopped firewood are miraculously stacked next to the fireplace. as if he never existed.

then, your father proposes moving to the capital because he wants to open a stationary shop for the children and teachers. there are more hard times than good ones. you see your father breakdown on his own in his office every night after three months and with little customers coming in. that’s when you met jimin - the wizard that taught you that a little incantation to draw attention to the store, can’t hurt.

“if the things you sell are as good as you claim them to be-”

“-they are!” 

“-then there’s no reason for the customers who got drawn in by magic, not to buy it with their own free will once they see the items themselves.”

ever since then, the business have been doing good and you’ve been attending classes to control your magic - in courtesy of jimin who then left to wander the world. it doesn’t occur to you that you’re not the only one lurking around alleyways and ducking into shadows, on your way to a destination - where your magic classes are held.

“what do we have here?” a burly man steps out of a shadow and blocks your path. “where are you heading to little lady? don’t you know there are wolves that come out to play at night?”

you know your demand for him to leave you alone will fall on deaf ears but you still try. when he advances and even grasps your left hand to tug you into a smaller alley, you’ve no choice but to flick your wand and let the purple light of your magic knock the man unconscious.

what you don’t expect is for a witness to be standing six feet away from where you just mutter an, “why can’t men mind their own business?”

you’re about to whip out your wand again - a memory erasure spell should suffice - when the figure steps into the light and you find yourself staring at a familiar deep brown eyes. they’re still as sharp as the last time you saw them but there’s something different about how he takes the bottom of his lip between his teeth. as if he wants to say something but can’t.

“so you’re learning magic.” he asserts, not ask.

still, you refute, “i’m not.” but you can’t accuse him of having no evidence like he did to you. back in that forest. back when you last talked to him.

“i’m sorry,” the shadow next to you stops and you’re forced to whirl around to face the man whose head is lowered by invisible weight, “th-the emperor was attacked by a wizard - i never thought my careless declaration to capture the wizard would be twisted until innocent people would be dragged out of their homes and burned at the stakes for being suspected of magic use.”

“i forgive you,” you say simply, and he must have been so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he nods right away, muttering, “that’s right, you shouldn’t for-”

those eyes that always directed you with hostility are staring at you with wide eyes. perhaps he’s not a devil incarnate after all.

perhaps, he’s just human.

“i understand how you feel,” casting your gaze over your shadows, you recall the times when something like just now happened. it wasn’t the first and it won’t be the last.

“i thought, why can’t men just disappear? the world would be so much better without them.” but you think of your father and taehyung and the townspeople’s husbands who sent you two away with teary eyed and promises to help in case you ever need it. “but to pass on judgement to an entire race...” you shake your head, “...that’ll make me just like them, if not worse.”

you talk about many other things. like how taehyung is supposed to succeed the throne but he couldn’t - not when his people are still suffering and the streets are unsafe for the women.

“i can’t completely eradicate the crimes,” his eyes are back to their sharp stare as he fixes his gaze on the pavement, elbows on each knee, “i don’t want to pass a law that can get twisted and cause innocent people to die either.”

you know he’s referring to the bill that was hurriedly pushed after the failed assassination of the emperor. 

“i never knew you had these thoughts,” you let out a wry sigh, “you always acted like you didn’t want to involve yourself with anything in case it becomes a big unnecessary mess.”

“your mother’s life and the rest of the people that were burned at the stakes weren’t ‘unnecessary mess’.” the voice that always retorted your every sentence now speaks like a responsible and rational man.

“even if she was a witch?” you don’t know how you could smile but you do and it genuinely reflects the weightlessness that fills your chest.

he has no response to that.

“i think it’s because i get to speak to you one more time - i got the closure that i never knew i needed,” your shadow stands up with you, its hands stretched over its head from having sit on the bench for too long.

“i hope you can find it in you to forgive yourself too, taehyung,” you intend to part without leaving any traces behind. of course, he’s the crown prince and he can find out where you live with a flick of his fingers but from the way his head is almost rolling off the ground - your mother would writhe in her grave if she knew her daughter grew up to be the kind of person that would leave a person to their demons and not even try to help.

so you leave him with an incantation. wherever he is, if he so wishes it, he’ll be able to find his way to the shop.

after months pass without a sign of him, you’re almost familiar with the idea that that night was truly your last goodbye. until one fine day, you’re arguing with the kids who demand why you can’t sell two pencils for the price of one but can sell three for the prince of two and a half.

“you little brats...” your facial muscles ache with every passing second you force the smile to stay.

the bell over the door chimes in notice of a new customer. you’re almost glad that you can finally shoo these kids away.

“welcome!”

until you notice the stern gaze that locks with yours and then travels to the little rascals that goes up just above your waist. almost as though they’ve seen a ghost, they hurriedly bid you farewell and march out of the shop.

he comes to stand in front of you. this time, the gold and crimson crest of the royal family is etched on the chest of his jacket.

“peaches, did the kids leave?” your father steps out of the office only to stop dead in his trek, blink once and then another time before a smile breaks across his face, “your highness, welcome back.”

the shock of your father knowing exactly what taehyung’s identity barely wears off before you’re hit with the fresh smell of your favorite cookies being served.

he doesn’t even let you have more than two and he’s serving a whole plate to this freeloader-turned-prince!

“it’s been awhile hasn’t it, your highness? how have you been?” the man hasn’t stopped smiling since - it’s even more irritating that you can see his aura change from teal to pink.

“wait a minute,” you finally say, an accusatory glare fixed on both of them, “i think i deserve an explanation!”

“oh,” your father lowers his head to the younger man sitting across from you, “apologies, your highness. ___’s usually a cheerful and outgoing person, you must know,” he chuckles, “you’ve lived with us for over a year. the shock must have not worn off yet.”

“don’t worry, sir,” taehyung shoots him a composed smile while glancing your way, bringing the tea you brewed to his mouth, murmuring, “i know exactly how ___ is,” before sipping the drink.

it’s a threat. he’s blackmailing you about telling your father of your night classes. you almost rip the hair out of his head in your fury but you make sure to put on your sweetest smile for your father after that.

“i’ll be dropping by some time,” he murmurs under his breath when you escort him out of the shop.

“yeah, well, make sure to buy something next time.” is all you say.

x

he drops by every week for a whole year. either it’s for a cup of tea, to help your dad with arranging the stationary according to their uses or just to wait for you until the shop closes so you could take a walk around town. nobody recognizes him as the crown prince thanks to your distortion magic.

there hasn’t been a spot where you haven’t visited in the city. and there hasn’t been a spell taehyung hasn’t seen you do.

“you’re going to class every night and waking up at the crack of dawn to run the shop, aren’t you tired?” the knit of his brows tells you he-

“oh, what’s this? are you worried about me?” you don’t bother hiding the snicker that sends your shoulder line jolting.

“whatever,” with that, he shoots to a side glance and throws his gaze to somewhere ahead, “if you get sick, don’t come calling me for help.”

it’s a moment later that you give a proper answer, “i got a late start because mother subdued my magic when she found out the humans are coming for us so i want to learn as many spells as i can quickly and beat jimin - you know that wizard that i told you about that helped us gain attention?”

you’re not sure if taehyung is still in that dark alley with a cloak over his head, hiding in the shadow.

but as you trace the gentle curve of his nose, to his stunning jawline and the shoulders that stand straight as he walks next to you, you think, perhaps, he’s found that closure too.

“what?” his eyebrows knit together as he stares back at you.

“hm,” the corners of your lips tuck upwards, “i don’t like you but my mother would have showered you with all the cara and affection in the world since she knows i’m the one who keeps picking fights, probably.”

instead of questioning your sanity, he comes to a sudden halt. eyes boring into you like a hurt puppy, “d-do you think so?”

“silly,” the laughter that trickles from your lips is one of the many you’ve shared with him and your father back in the shop’s lounge room, “i know so.”

taehyung falls to a squat in the middle of the street - if it weren’t for the sun setting and people retreating into their homes, he would have been cursed out for blocking the way.

“hey, even if you’re tired, you should at least say so we could find a bench to sit at or something.” you’re about to tap his shoulder when his hand wraps around your wrist.

he cranes his neck to meet your eyes. the naturally sharp gaze appears softer in the yellow-brown rays.

“i thought meeting you every week and making sure you’re fine was the least i could do for your late mother,” carefully, he begins to entangle your fingers together, “but i can’t - i- i love you.”

#bts smut #taehyung smut #bts scenarios #taehyung scenarios #taehyung fic #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #taehyung fanfic #taehyung fanfiction #taehyung imagines #bts imagines #bts x you #taehyung x you #excerpt from a fic i'll never write

[silverlambcaptain]

01 - Death came to me in a form of a man

Pairing: kylo ren x reader

Series: I told the stars about you

Summary: “the saddest thing about betrayal - it never comes from our enemies”

word count: 1.5k

Warnings: violence, character death, mentions of death, stabbing. This is not going to be a nice fic so....

Notes: So I finally decided to share what I’ve been working on with you. This is my first multi chapter fic so god save us all!!

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As you swipe through the holopad in your hand you try not to grimace. Your index finger hovers over the last chapter as you inspect the text before you and press save.

Kriffing Master Luke.

You glance up from your assignment over at the man across from you. He’s leaning on his side, his head perched up on his elbow deep in thought. You allow yourself a moment to let your eyes wonder; his robes are a little messy, wide shoulders more relaxed than usual. Even now in his not so put together state he looks so regal. As you follow the line of his jaw you shift in your seat; you’ve been caught - he’s looking up at you with those honey eyes and a smile that will earn him the world one day.

“Thanks Solo, I really do owe you one” you break the silence with a quick smile as you busy putting the holopad back into your bag.

“Don’t mention it, the only reason Master Luke has given you this assignment is because you spoke back to him in class today” he answers back with a hint of humour in his voice.

You frown tying the knot of your bag. He’s right - but you weren’t about to go ahead and admit it. Not out loud at least.

“You should stay”

As if against their will you feel your eyes drag back to meet his. He expression innocent, but you can see the promise of mischief in his eyes. He’s basically radiating it.

“Absolutely not, Solo” you inhale sharply, realising you were holding your breath “You know how Master Luke feels about this. We can’t” you whisper that last part.

His eyes study you and you see him decide to not push it.

Clearing your throat you grab your bag and turn for the door. As you feel the promise of safety the wooden handle offers, you hear his voice again.

“When I become a Jedi Master” he begins, “I’ll choose you as my Padawan, then you’ll have to do as I say, Y/N“

You try to ignore the shiver that runs down your spine at his words. Fingers gripping the handle harder as you turn back to look at him and he laughs at the incredulous expression on your face. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

Your mouth presses into a thin line. “Don’t get so cocky Ben, I’ve asked you for help once” You indicate with your finger. “One time. Now, good night, Ben”

“You’ll-“ you hear him continue but you don’t wait as you twist the handle and slip through the door into safety.

The cold night air hits you with a welcome relief. What were you thinking when you agreed to come over to his hut so he can help you with the assignment.

Sure, he excelled in the subject. But there’s obviously more to it. You were so intrigued by him ever since the day at the forest. Everything has changed since then and now you had so many questions you didn’t dare ever knowing answers to.

You repeat Master Luke’s teachings in your head - ‘attachment leads to jealousy’ as you exhale to yourself letting your back softly collide with the back of the door.

“I know you’re there Y/N, why don’t you come back in?” He practically purrs the offer from the other side of the door.

And just like that you’re plunged back into the lake of lava. Something in your stomach constricts at the thought of how close he is to you right now.

“In your dreams, Solo” you quip back as you push yourself off the door and move to make your way back to your hut. You feel a small traitorous part of you rage with disappointment. But you don’t have the strength to fight it right now. You have to go.

Just as you are about to reach your hut you see Master Luke walking towards you.

“Master” you gulped greeting him, trying to come up with an acceptable lie “I’m sorry, I couldn’t sleep”

“Please follow me, I need to discuss something with you” his face serious as he dismisses your excuse.

Damn, you’re in trouble now genius.

As you walk with him into the temple you stare into his back. There was something different about Master Skywalker tonight.

He walks out to a little courtyard at the back as you follow him silently.

The night is dark, but you see his face illuminated by the stars as he finally turns to face you. His expression is oddly severe and you’re not quite sure what to make of it.

“Master, I-“ you start, feeling that best you can do is profusely apologise. Hopefully, he won’t punish you too much.

He holds his hand up and you stop. You watch him take a step toward you.

“Y/N, you are one of my best students and I’m really proud of everything you have achieved “ he reaches out placing his hand rest on your shoulder “and and-“ he pauses. Your eyebrows knot at his uneasiness as a stone starts forming in your throat “and I-“ he continues as his grip intensifies.

There is a strange tension in the force in between you that sends you into panic. Something is very very wrong. You feel a sharp pang in your heart as you search for an answer in his eyes. You try to scream, but Master Luke stops you.

Your body frozen you stare at him with fearful eyes, but he doesn’t look at you. His head cast down in shame, eyes averted to the ground. You feel the conflict in the force, if he looks at you even for a moment he won’t be able to go through with it.

“-and I’m sorry” he finally chokes out. The familiar swoosh hits your ears as his lightsaber comes to life, but there is no time to react as you feel the searing burn in your gut.

You cry out but no noise leaves your mouth as you crumple to the ground. You insides are on fire as the hot plasma burns a hole through you.

As your world blurs, his hand gently strokes your cheek. The touch burns just the same as his saber. You want to turn to him. To ask him why he has done this. The wind rises as bitter gusts lash at your skin. You feel something wet on your nose and you’re not sure if he’s crying or if the black velvet sky has broken up in grief for a young life lost.

Ben’s offer haunts you as you think of maybe, just maybe you could have avoided your fate if you just listened to him and stayed.

Trying to draw a strained breath you realise that you are all alone. Nobody is coming to save you. And that hurts more than the wound ever could. The family that you saw in Master Luke and fellow padawans has just been ruthlessly ripped away from you and destroyed.

It was foolish for you to trust them, to trust him. Some sort of idiotic fantasy of having a family plagued you. But no more.

You wince as the noise of a lightsaber whirls through the air.

Luke’s strained voice hits your ears as two lightsabers clash “She had to die so that the dark side did not consume you”

You weren’t sure who was there with him and your body didn’t listen to you anymore. His words stung. You thought you couldn’t be in any more pain, but here you are. Your life so worthless it was sacrificed to save another.

Sadness graced Luke’s voice as he heard the words coming out of his own mouth he wasn’t sure he even believed in anymore. He could feel the anger radiating from the man standing opposite him, it was consuming the whole area like thick black smog. His lightsaber raised, ready to attack.

“Then why is it, dear uncle, that you were next to my bed a moment ago ready to end my life also, hm?”

“Ben, you don’t understand” Luke’s voice was shaking “I- I had a a vision....I couldn’t allow it to come true!” Luke tried to reason his actions.

“You betrayed her... you betrayed all of us!“ Ben screamed his chest rising up and down furiously.

“I know...” Luke sighed in defeat “and I’m the one who will have this guilt to bear.” For a moment it looks like Luke will say something else, but he stops himself.

You already haunted him. He could see your scared face illuminated by his saber every time he turned it on.

Luke killed many to save his life before, to save the Republic. But not like this.

He betrayed you.

He betrayed himself.

He was not fit to be a Master.

“Don’t make this about yourself, Skywalker” Ben sneered as he charged and swung his lightsaber at Luke “you will die because she has died”

As both of the Skywalker’s lightsabers clash once again it marks the beginning of an end.

Lightning shoots out from the sky as if to mark the moment and a massive explosion ripples through the temple.

#kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x you #kylo ren #ben solo x reader #ben solo x you #star wars fanfiction #kylo ren fanfiction

[kvhottie]

When Hinata comes across a shrine and is drawn in by the beautiful sound of Kageyama’s kyūdō, he learns what it means to fall in love at first sight.

Rating: General |Pairing: KageHina |Tags: Archery/Kyudo AU, University AU, Slow build fluff

[Ao3]

Every afternoon after kyūdō practice was quiet and never changing.   Hinata cheerfully waved goodbye to his teammates and went his separate way. He’d take a right from the campus exit closest to the kyūdō dojo, a left up the tree-shaded hill, another odd right at the third street, and eventually he’d reach his bus stop. He lived an awkward distance away that walking or biking would take too long and his house was far from a JR train station, so this hidden bus route happened to be the best option.   But today Hinata had been distracted by the new phone game Yamaguchi had introduced him to, and had wandered too far up that shaded road. Once it occurred to him to look up from his phone he was standing in front of the long stone steps leading up to a shrine.   “Sentago Shrine…” Hinata read from the wooden post beside the stairs.   Although he was told as a first year that this shrine was close by, he had never thought to visit it in the last year and a half he’d been attending his university. But remembering that a tournament was coming up, he decided to buy himself a good luck charm and began to climb the stairs with a smile.

  Midway up the stairs was a small landing and a paved pathway leading into the trees to the right. Hinata had planned to continue climbing, since from were he was he could spot the bright red shrine gates stretching over the horizon, but the whispers of a familiar sound stopped him in his tracks. His eyes darted to the small sign by the pathway and it read ‘kyūdō hall’. He immediately started following that path, ears perking up to catch that sound again.   The path led him to the sideline spectator area of the kyūdō hall and there, standing in the middle of the dojo was a black-haired man doused in the fleeting rose tones of the just-set sun. Dressed in a black uwagi and hakama with his arrow pulled taut against the large bamboo bow in his hands, he looked otherworldly. Just as the early moonlight shone upon him, he let the arrow go, creating that beautiful hum that had lured Hinata to him tonight. His tsurune, the sound made by his bowstring when the arrow was released, was enough to make Hinata shiver.   “You’re not supposed to be here.”   The man’s voice jerked Hinata from his trance and he tripped over himself, landing butt first on the ground. It was only then that he rediscovered his ability to breathe. But his knees felt weak, so he simply stared up from where he had landed at the man who was now towering over him, a low wood fence separating them two.   “Who are you?” he asked, face scrunching up in annoyance.   “Your draw…it’s love at first sight,” Hinata blurted, face immediately turning red. He waved his hands in front of him to try to hide it. “That is—your draw and form is extremely beautiful! I was walking up to the shrine when I heard your tsurune and couldn’t help but come look.”   The man silently took in Hinata, eyes pausing for a brief moment at the quiver on his back. “Hm,” he finally said and turned around, returning his focus to his practice.   Hinata hopped up on his feet again, gaze burning into the man. “What’s your name? You’re around my age, right? Where do you go to school?”   “My name’s Kageyama,” he replied with a sigh. He drew his bow, starting from above his head until the arrow was by his cheek, and released—graceful, calm, and incredibly precise. “I’m a 2nd year at Towaku Gakuin.”   “Really? So am I!” he beamed, “and my name’s Hinata.”   The second arrow pierced the middle of the target. “Hinata, don’t you have somewhere to be?” He bent down to pick up the two arrows lying by his feet on the wood floor.   “Am I distracting you?”   “Distracting, no, I can shoot regardless of what’s around me. Annoying, yes.”   Hinata pouted. “Well, sorry then... But, I have one last question.”   Kageyama drew his arrow again, eyes never looking anywhere but at the target hanging on the sandy hillock on the other side of the grassy area in front of him. A meticulous aim and release, and an arrow that always landed. It seemed easier than breathing for him. “What is it?”   “Why haven’t you joined our kyūdō team?”   Silence.   Kageyama closed his eyes once his last arrow was fully drawn and let the arrow cut through the air, his tsurune echoing in the moonlit night. He slowly lowered his bow and faced Hinata. “I’d rather do kyūdō alone.” He then turned sharply, disappearing through a door on the end of the dojo farthest from Hinata.   “You still need to come get your arrows, store away the target, and clean up!” Hinata pettily yelled after him. But of course there was no response.

One of Hinata’s most well known traits was his persistence.   For the next three weeks he stopped by every night on his way home. He’d sometimes be met with silence and would make do with carefully watching Kageyama’s nimble movements in the muted sounds of the night, and other times Kageyama would humor him, answering random questions with a slightly annoyed, but steadily-turning-warmer demeanor.   Hinata was eventually allowed to come in through the side door of the dojo and watch from inside. He’d burn holes into Kageyama’s back as he studied the movement of his arms at a much closer angle than he had before. Closing his eyes and holding his breath, Hinata would blissfully listen to how Kageyama made his arrow pierce through the air—how he made the wind sing. He patiently passed him arrows when he needed it and chatted him up like usual, all while balancing the itch to stand besides him to shoot and the feeling of content from simply being in Kageyama’s company.   “So…” Hinata began, twirling an arrow between his fingers while looking at the back of Kageyama’s head. “Would you get mad if I asked you why you decided you’d rather do kyūdō alone?”   “I won’t get mad,” Kageyama responded quietly. “At least, not anymore.” Having just shot his last arrow for the night, he pressed the farthest end of his bow against a groove in the wall, pushed, and unstrung it.   “Okay, then, what happened to make you only want to do it alone?”   Kageyama set his bow beside him as he sat down across from Hinata with his legs tucked under him. “I was the best one in my kyūdō club in high school,” he began, slowly unwrapping his three-fingered glove. “Everyone was excited about that, especially since I helped the boys team win countless times, but by the time we were seniors they relied on me too much and many weren’t taking practice seriously. I confronted them, and that didn’t go over well.”   Hinata furrowed his eyebrows and leaned forward. “But it wasn’t your fault, right? What do you mean it didn’t go over well?”   “They told me they were sick of how bossy and conceited I was, and that if I didn’t like how things were I should just leave the club. So I did.”   “That’s it? You just let them say that crap to you and left?” Hinata asked in disbelief.   Kageyama shrugged. “Yeah. Sure, I was pissed, but I didn’t need to do kyūdō with them. I was fine competing on my own.”   “I’m sure you’re perfectly fine on your own, but…” Hinata’s lips curled up into a smile and his gaze met Kageyama’s. “…Nothing beats the feeling of winning together with a team that wants it as much as you.”   Kageyama took pause at what Hinata had said, those mischievous golden eyes had found a way to slip past his resolve ever so briefly, and awkwardly stood up to set his bow in its place on the wall.   “Hey, Kageyama,” Hinata said softly.   Kageyama turned around, returning his attention to Hinata who was now standing. “Yeah?”   Hinata clasped his hands behind his back and approached each word with caution. “Can I come practice with you on Saturdays?”   “No.”   Hinata’s hopeful expression fell and he lowered his head, his lips gathering into a pout. “…Okay.”   Kageyama sighed and took a step towards him. “Why?”   “Forget it,” Hinata sulked, arms folding across his chest as he looked off to the side.   “Fine, you can come,” resigned Kageyama, a sly grin forming on his face. “You probably need the practice.”   “I do not!” Hinata exclaimed. “ I mean, I do, everyone needs practice, but I’m actually good you know!”   “We’ll see if that’s true. Kyūdō is more than just hitting the target.”   “I know that,” Hinata huffed. “That’s why I thought you could help me a bit with my form since yours is so beautiful…”   “I got it, I got it. You sound like a broken record talking about how ‘beautiful’ my form is.” Kageyama grabbed his phone from the small wooden table by the back wall and held it up in front of him. “Let’s say 10 am. Give me your phone number in case something comes up.”   Hinata pulled his phone from his back pocket with a tiny laugh and they switched phones, each making a new contact with their information. Once they were done they switched back and Hinata helped Kageyama gather the arrows and target, as well as clean up the sand hillock the target was resting on.   “I can’t come tomorrow because I’m going to karaoke with my team, “ Hinata said as he put on his shoes by the side exit. “So, I’ll see you on Saturday.”   “Finally, one night that you’re not here pestering me,” Kageyama replied light heartedly.   Hinata stuck out his tongue, yelling, “You’ll miss me!” as he walked through the door and closed it behind him.   It wasn’t until he was a while away from the shrine that Hinata made sure no one was around him and let out a quiet victory cheer. Come Saturday he would be standing in a hakama next to Kageyama, as an equal. What would it feel like to have Kageyama watching him as he took his shot, those steely blue eyes that were usually transfixed on the target instead mercilessly taking in Hinata’s form? It made Hinata grip the handle of his bag with a mix of excitement, nervousness, and…something else. Hinata had an inkling of what that unknown feeling was, having already felt it in the past, but for now he wanted to focus on what that feeling did, not exactly what it was. It was that “something else” that brought his feet to that shrine before his brain could catch up, and since that meant he could see Kageyama, he figured the “something else” must not be all that bad.

“Why are you smiling so hard?” Kageyama asked, eyeing the overjoyed Hinata suspiciously when he walked into the dojo on Saturday morning.

  “Because you’re letting me practice with you, duh.”   “You get happy over the weirdest things,” Kageyama said as he shook his head. “Come, you can switch into your practice clothes in our changing room.”   “Ah.” Hinata looked down at the floor sheepishly. “So… I might have… forgotten to bring my uwagi and hakama.”   Kageyama sighed and led them through a door on the other side of the dojo. It opened to a small, neat storage room with a bench, a few closets and clothes hooks, and about enough space for two or so people to change in. Kageyama opened a closet with practice clothing and signaled to it. “We can lend you some, though I doubt we have any kid sizes,” he scoffed.   Hinata opened his mouth to complain but quickly shut it, reminding himself that he was the one in the wrong here. He thumbed through the clothing, picked the smallest looking ones, and gave Kageyama a tiny head nod. “Thanks.”   Hinata set the clothes down on the bench and stepped out of his jeans. He first switched out his socks for the tabi he had picked out, and then slipped on the uwagi over his t-shirt, crossing the left side over the right and tying the two small strings above his right hip. Feeling eyes on him, Hinata looked up to catch Kageyama leaning against the closet, eyes trained on him with meticulous focus. His gaze was enough to make Hinata’s skin warm up.   “I know how to put on practice clothes, you know. You don't have to babysit me.” Hinata grumbled as he reached for the blue obi sash and started to carefully tie it around his waist.   “A good stance starts with a good foundation, that includes how well you tie your obi and hakama. If you’re messy with your foundation, then you’re just as messy with your form.”   “But that doesn’t mean that if you’re careful with your foundation, then automatically your form is good,” Hinata huffed. “Because then my form would be much better than it is.” He finished tying the obi to the front of him and shimmed it around so the knot sat in the center of his lower back.   “That’s true.” Kageyama took a few steps toward Hinata and ducked down a bit to get a closer look at how he tied his obi. “So far you’ve done a good job.”   “No need to sound so surprised,” Hinata whined and stepped into the black hakama, bringing the front half to rest right above where he tied his obi. He took the two strips of cloth connected to the front section and brought them to the back, crossing them over behind him, and bringing them to the front again. He repeated that once more, being painstakingly careful about where the ties sat on his hips and how they layered on top of each other. Hinata knew Kageyama must be thinking that he was being this thorough because he was being watched, but Hinata was always this careful—he took immense pride in having learned how to properly tie the obi and the hakama from his grandparents. It took a lot of practice, and at first he was awful at it, but by now he could do this in his sleep.   “Hm.” Kageyama said as his eyes followed Hinata’s hands.   Hinata bit back a grin and lifted the back of the hakama to rest above the obi on his lower back, pulling the ties of that half to the front. From the brief scan Hinata did of Kageyama’s face, he could tell he was impressed, or at least satisfied, by the job Hinata was doing so far. Sure he was quite slow, since there are others that could do just a good a job in half the time, but at least it was neat.   Hinata flashed Kageyama a grin, his fingers up in peace signs once he finished tying and tucking those final strings. “Victory.”   “You’re slow, but…” Kageyama gave Hinata’s hakama a slight tug with his index finger and nodded to himself. “That’s a solid foundation. Though the clothes are swallowing you somewhat,” he said with a sly smirk, yanking the collar of Hinata’s uwagi teasingly.   “I know I’m small. Get a new joke.” Hinata grumbled and pulled at Kageyama’s wrist. “Let’s go practice already.”   They promptly readied everything for practice, setting up two targets in the hillock across the dojo and stringing their bows with great efficiency. Hinata gathered his bow and arrows and took his stance in front of the target he had decided to use.   “Should I shoot?” he asked Kageyama who was hovering around him, expression already judgmental.   Kageyama stopped a few feet to Hinata’s right so he could see his drawing form from that angle. “Yeah, go ahead.”   Hinata took a deep breath and performed his shooting sequence: spacing his feet and grounding himself and his core, readying his bow and then raising it while keeping his eyes on the target, swiftly drawing the arrow while bringing the bow down by his cheek, and releasing the bow. He was able to pierce the target left-of-center and also make his usual tsurune—which to him sounded like wind hitting the chimes in his grandma’s house, not that any of his teammates agreed with that sentiment. Hinata turned to look at Kageyama and was able to catch the briefest moment of surprise before his face pulled back to his neutral, slightly displeased expression.   “Your quick shooting style is worrisome,” Kageyama said bluntly while pacing and gathering his thoughts. “It’s bold, which suits you I guess, and you go through each motion, so if it’s been working for you until now then we’ll let that be. Just be careful to not get any more rapid fire than this or it might develop into target panic…”   Hinata gave a firm nod. “My coach warned me of that and I’m being careful.”   “Then, let’s tweak that crappy form of yours without affecting your draw too much.” Kageyama stood to the left of Hinata, facing his back. “Slowly go through your shooting sequence again.”   “O-Okay.” Hinata took a deep breath as he measured the spacing of his feet and straightened his back. He was caught off guard by how nervous just having Kageyama stand this close to him was making him feel. “From here?”   “Your feet are a bit too turned out, bring them a bit more in. Yes, like that.” Kageyama used two fingers to gently trace down from the top of Hinata’s head to the center of his back. “Your center is also a bit off. Try to imagine a line from the top of your head to the center point between your feet.”   Hinata could feel his cheeks warming up. Kageyama’s touch was purposeful and sharp, but also kind. It was hard trying to think about adjusting his form when his mind could only focus on where Kageyama’s hands were resting. He took another deep breath to settle his nerves and find his center. “Is this better?”   “Almost.” Kageyama took a step back. “Shoot one more time.”   Hinata did as he said, but just a dash more rigid and hyperconscious than he usually was. Once he had made his shot, his right arm outstretched in the proper ending position, Kageyama touched the underside of Hinata’s leading arm and tilted it a bit upward.   “You’re letting your bow droop. Try to be mindful of keeping your center and adjusting your bow so it’s completely parallel to the ground.”   “Y-yes,” Hinata responded mechanically.   “For now, those are all my notes.” Kageyama moved away, grabbing his bow and arrows from where they were resting on the back wall. “…You’re not terrible,” he muttered.   Hinata laughed through his nose, taking in Kageyama’s strong, steady shoulders preparing his bow only a few inches away. He reached down to grab two more arrows from the small pile by his feet and tenderly replied, “You suck at giving compliments.”   They practiced in comfortable silence for a few hours, with Kageyama remembering to occasionally check in on Hinata’s form and offer some critique. It was half an hour past one when Kageyama and Hinata��s stomachs cried out in hunger, and after sharing knowing glances, they unstrung their bows and began to clean up.   “My mom always makes lunch so you’re welcome to come inside to eat if you want…” Kageyama muffled as he finished pulling out all the bows from his target.   “For real?” Hinata beamed.   “As long as you don't annoy me from now until we finish cleaning.”   “I won’t!” Hinata pouted and with newfound determination channeled his focus to the target.   After removing the targets and their pegs from the sand hillock, they carefully smoothed it out and returned the targets and tools to the storage space behind the hillock. They then dropped the arrows in their container and changed back to their regular clothing in the small storage room they had used before practice. Getting out of the hakama was much easier and faster than getting in it, and since Hinata had kept his pink tee on, all he had to do was slip back into his light wash jeans. Kageyama took his time getting out of his practice clothes, and so Hinata carefully folded the clothes that were lent to him as he stole peeks at Kageyama. The guy’s choice of weekend wear was a crisp denim short-sleeve button up and well-fitted dark jeans. Hinata looked down at the clothes folded on his lap to avoid staring at him too hard. The clothes really did suit Kageyama, but then again, he would look great in practically anything.   “What are you zoning out for?”   Hinata shot right up from the bench. “I’m not.”   Kageyama grabbed the clothes from Hinata’s hands and dropped it in the bin by the door. “This’ll just go into our next wash. Come on, I’m starving.”   Kageyama lead them through the door Hinata always saw him disappear into. Directly past the door was a small shelf to the right filled with house slippers. Kageyama grabbed a pair of navy ones and dropped smaller red ones in front of Hinata. After shuffling into them, they continued down the narrow hallway—house slippers smooth against the polished wood floors.   The inside smelled of spice and earth. It was a warm scent that hugged you tight while telling you ‘welcome home’ and it brought a tiny smile to Hinata’s lips to know that this was the kind of place Kageyama was raised in. They passed a few sliding doors lining the hallway but because of the traditional layout of the space, Hinata was unsure where exactly Kageyama was taking them. But soon after turning left at the end of the hallway they reached a big room made up of a beautiful modern kitchen and a contrasting tatami-matted living room area.   There, sitting in a glossy walnut 4-person table that divided the two areas was a woman Hinata could immediately tell was Kageyama’s mom. She had straight, shoulder-length black hair and deep blue eyes that were so intensely focused on the magazine she was reading, she didn’t notice them walk in.   “Mom.” Kageyama called out as they walked further into the room.   She lifted her head and gave them a soft smile. She was stunning. “Oh, Tobio. You and your friend are ready for lunch?”   “S-Sorry to intrude!” Hinata managed to get out a notch too loudly. “I’m Hinata.”   “You can call me Haruna,” she said with an airy laugh. She got up from the table with her magazine at hand and walked to the kitchen. “I made hamburger steak and fried rice. Sit down, I just need to heat it up so it’ll be ready in a minute.”   Hinata stiffly made his way to the dining table and took a seat, only to realize Kageyama had b-lined it to the kitchen. “Uh—“   “What do you want to drink?” Kageyama asked while looking in his fridge. “We have water, sparkling water, oolong, orange juice, and pomegranate juice.”   “Sparkling water, please.”   Half a minute later Kageyama set a glass of sparkling water and a pair of chopsticks in front of Hinata. He took the seat across from him at the dinner table and set down his own cup with milk. “What?” Kageyama asked once he caught Hinata staring at his cup. “Do you want some?”   “Uh, no.” Hinata shook his head, a bit bewildered.   “This boy drinks so much milk we have to keep three or four cartons in the fridge at once,” Haruna said teasingly as she set a plate of food in front of each of them. “We thought he’d outgrow it yet even in university he still drinks at least two glasses of milk each day.”   Hinata licked his lips and loudly clapped his hands, “Thank you for the food!” Halfway through a mouthful of hamburger and rice he muffled, “Why do you still drink so much milk? You’re already super tall.”   Kageyama quietly clapped his hands and shrugged, chopsticks first going for the small bowl of salad Haruna had just placed in front of him. “I like the taste. It’s not weird.”   Hinata chuckled and nodded. “Sure.”   “So, Hinata-kun,” Haruna began as she took the seat next to Kageyama. “Do you go to the same university as Tobio?”   Hinata drank a sip of his sparkling water before responding. “Yeah, but we never run into each other at school since I’m in the Education department and he’s in Business Administration.”   “So how did you two become friends?”   “Hinata spied on me while I practiced kyūdō one night.”   “Don’t make me sound like some weirdo!” Hinata whined. “It’s not like that, Haruna-san. I was distracted on my way home and came upon the shrine, and was drawn in by Kageyama’s tsurune.”   Haruna’s lips pulled up at the corners with pride. “It’s striking, is it not? I can sometimes catch it from here when he practices and there’s no lovelier sound.”   “Mom…” Kageyama sighed, hand covering his reddening face. “It’s almost narcissistic of you to say that since you were the one who first taught me,” he muttered through his hands.   “Your sound is your own, Tobio.”   “Wait—“ Hinata choked on his last bit of rice, “You’re his coach?!”   Haruna waved her hand in front of her face dismissively, “No, no. Not anymore. I taught him when he was younger since his father was too busy attending to the shrine, but he perfected his skills though his father’s teachings and his own hard work later on.”   “Still!” Hinata urged, “It’s so amazing that both of Kageyama’s parents are kyūdōka!”   Haruna laughed and tucked some hair behind her ear. “Who taught you, Hinata-kun?”   “My grandpa,” Hinata said in between the final bites of his salad. “Whenever my team makes it to finals, he’s come watch along with my grandma and the rest of my family.”   “That’s wonderful.” Haruna playfully pets Kageyama’s head. “We wish this boy would act more his age and participate in the university team, but he stubbornly refuses for some reason.”   Kageyama pulled Haruna’s hand off his head. “I told you already. I shoot better alone.”   “Yet you were just practicing happily with Hinata half an hour ago,” Haruna pointed out with a teasing smile, arms crossed.   “That’s different!” Kageyama stammered.   Hinata’s cheeks flushed a light pink yet he didn’t hide it, brandishing a wide smile. “No need to get so flustered, Kageyama.”   Kageyama stared daggers at him. “You, quiet.”   “Such an awkward boy…” Haruna murmured to herself as she shook her head and fondly smiled. She stood up, picking up Hinata and Kageyama’s larger plates and bringing them to the sink. “Can you bring the rest of the dishes here?”   “Thank you for the meal!” they said in unison, and brought their cups, chopsticks, and small plates to the kitchen.   “It was very delicious.” Hinata added as he passed his dishes to Haruna.   “Thank you, Hinata-kun.” Haruna turned her head toward Kageyama, arching an eyebrow. “You’re lucky I already know how you feel from that elated expression you wear every time I set food in front of you.”   Kageyama laughed through his nose and set his plates in the sink. “It was delicious.”   “If only you were this cute when Hinata wasn’t around…oh, talking about precious—“   Kageyama’s eyes widened in panic and he slapped his hands on the counter. “Mom, no.“   “—are you coming to our shrine’s spring festival tonight, Hinata-kun?”   Hinata blinked a few times, looking from Kageyama’s horrified expression to Haruna’s mischievous one. “You guys are having a spring festival?”   “Yes, around this time every spring we hold a spring festival to pray for a successful harvest. As well as to honor our shrine’s deity, Hachiman, the protective god of warriors, archery, and agriculture.” Now done with the dishes, Haruna dried her hands on a towel hanging beneath the sink. “I’m sure Tobio ‘forgot’ to invite you because he’s a bit embarrassed that he’s participating in the kagura, a traditional Shinto theatrical dance often done during festivals.”   “It’s not that I’m embarrassed,” Kageyama contested. “It’s that I doubt Hinata would be interested—“   “I’d love to go!” Hinata chimed, eyes glimmering.   Kageyama sighed, eyebrows furrowing. “…Great.”   “The precession starts at five and Kageyama’s performance is at six.” Haruna quickly glanced down at her slim black watch. “We have to go help out my husband with preparations now so unfortunately we can’t keep you company any longer, but if you don’t mind killing a few hours around town, I’m sure the festival will be worth your time.”   “Sure, I don’t mind. Sorry to have taken up so much of your time when you’re busy, Haruna-san.”   “It was my pleasure. I’m glad Tobio has such a cute kid as a friend.”   Hinata’s smile couldn’t get wider so he awkwardly gave them a half-bow and walked backwards toward the hallway. “I can let myself out! Kageyama, I’ll see you tonight.”   “You really don't have to—“   “Bye!” And Hinata was gone, practically speed walking to the dojo and nearly tripping over his sneakers by the side door. He slung his bag and bow quiver on his back and stepped out, closing the door behind him.   He descended the shrine stairs with a childish pep to his step, buzzing with excitement. Not only did he love any kind of festival, but tonight’s would also have the added bonus of letting him see another side of Kageyama. It was hard to imagine that rigid guy dancing around a stage, but Hinata was sure he’d look handsome and just as graceful as he did doing kyūdō. He mentally pasted Kageyama’s face onto the performers of the few kagura dances he had stored in his memory and hummed to himself as he walked to the station.   With the many stores located inside the station, it’d be easy to kill the two hours and a half he had until the festival. His first stop was bookstore where he took his time browsing the sports magazine and shounen manga sections. He left the store with a magazine that featured interviews with a few renowned physical trainers and news on recent breakthroughs in sports medicine. He went into the café a few feet away, ordered a matcha latte, and sat down to sip it while reading his magazine. He spent an hour there, and spent the last 45 minutes he had to kill aimlessly walking around the station and inspecting the dollar items in Daiso.   The procession began a few moments after Hinata crossed the red gates at the top of the stairs and cleansed his hands at the water ablution pavilion. The modest line of shrine staff was lead by the head priest who was dressed in an impressive silk ivory robe, deep blue trousers, and a peaked cap. He had short black hair and dark grey eyes, standing tall and elegant as he walked holding his ceremonial wand. Though Hinata already knew that the head priest of Kageyama’s father, the aura and looks alone would have made it easy to guess. Behind him followed two other priests in linen white robes and purple trousers, then two young shrine maidens in their white kimono jackets and red hakama, and four men in white robes and trousers carrying the divine palanquin used to transport their deity Hachiman. Finally, at the end of the procession, was Kageyama. Similar to the shrine maidens he wore a white kimono jacket but his hakama was light blue. He looked good. Really good.   Hinata stood to the side as he was supposed to. The townspeople observing the procession that wanted to follow along always walked at either side of it and at a distance. There were many other townspeople that preferred to briefly watch the procession once it approached an area close to their home, since the route was always predetermined to block out vehicles.   The head priest led the procession down through the red gates, down the shrine steps, and to the right in the direction of the top of the shaded road. The sky was light hues of pink and blues with the diffused golden rays of the setting sun illuminating their way. Once they climbed to the top they continued following the road down again, passing small rice fields and houses, picking up other townspeople along the way. With each street they walked they inched closer to the river that ran across the town and finally, probably thirty minutes into the procession, they stopped by the riverbank. There the head priest chanted a few words and the men carrying the divine palanquin dipped it into the river, to bless the water that their townspeople, land, and crops were nourished with. The procession ended with them walking back to the shrine from the same entrance they had left from and returning the divine palanquin to its resting place. The priest chanted a few more words as the last few slivers of the sun’s blue afterglow left them, and the procession came to an end, lanterns sprinkled around the grounds and the light of the food stands fending off the night’s darkness.   “Can I get three sticks of pork belly? With just salt and pepper,” Hinata said to the woman attending the grilled beef skewer stand.   He was already halfway through the savory pancake he had just gotten moments earlier, and by the time his meat was done he had completely devoured it. He usually had a big appetite, but walking around town for an hour really worked up his hunger. He worked on his skewers as he visited each food stand, wondering what to get next. He decided on fried noodles, and shaved ice as a dessert.   Now that his stomach was satisfied and the crowd by the main shrine had lessened, he went to say a prayer. He dropped in a 50-yen coin and—in accordance to the shrine’s customs—he bowed once, clapped twice, and after his prayer, bowed one more time. He didn’t have much he currently wanted so he thanked the gods for his friendship with Kageyama and asked that Kageyama would one day join the university’s kyūdō team. He doubted that even Hachiman could budge the stubborn Kageyama, but he figured he’d ask for his help anyhow.   Hinata wanted to get a good spot to watch Kageyama so he quickly paid for a fortune and read it on his way to the kaguraden, the stage for the traditional dances. The thin white paper stated in bold letters: “half curse.” He groaned at his misfortune, but quickly thanked the gods that it wasn’t the worst fortune, just the 3rd from worst. He could somehow work with this. After all, he was able to nab a spot in the front of the crowd forming to watch the performance just fine. He’d just have to tie his fortune to the designated shrine tree and buy an amulet or two before leaving tonight, and maybe his luck could be turned around.   The stage had strong wooden beams at each corner, and was open on all sides. A black noren, a flat fabric with a slit down the middle, was hung across the back to serve as the entryway for the performers. Bright warm lights from the ceiling illuminated the stage, and musicians sitting to the right and left sides readied their drums, bells, and flutes.   The music began, a unique mix of the lively instruments and a lower pitch chant-singing that was calling forward the great Hachiman. Kageyama lifted the noren and slowly stepped out the slit in the middle, taking dramatic wide steps. He was dressed in elaborate gold and black samurai wear—the most exquisite piece being the golden surcoat with red and white flowers and ridiculously wide shoulders that he layered on top of his armor. He also wore a peaked cap of black silk and white headband from which long hair flowed as he moved.   Hinata’s eyes gleamed, filled to the brim with admiration toward the beautiful man dancing on the stage. He unconsciously crumpled the fortune in his hands as his burning gaze watched Kageyama. Yet, there was a prick to his chest. Not again, he mentally chided himself. There was no point in falling this hard for a guy who’d never like you back.   As he swayed, high then low, gliding and hopping around the stage, Kageyama also waved two arrows in one hand and a small bow in the other through the air. His weapons where like an extension of his hands and they moved with him, gracefully cutting and floating in the air when the movement called for it. The low vibrato of the chant-singing began again, explaining that Hachiman was the protective god of warriors, archery, and agriculture, and that he was dutifully guarding the rice fields that were ready for harvest. Just then another figure in an intricate red costume and a demon mask leapt out from the noren and the two began to dance around each other as the music quickened its tempo. They fought, with the demon hopping and spinning around Kageyama, and the latter making more grounded movements. After a few minutes, Kageyama won their faceoff by touching the point of his arrow to the demon’s chest and the demon fell dead to the floor.   The blaring instruments came to a calm and Kageyama stood proud in the middle of the stage, looking out into the audience. There was the briefest moment of hesitation, but then he swiftly brought two fingers up to his mouth and whistled. A white dove, his trusted familiar, landed on his shoulder and he smiled, quietly receding toward the noren and nimbly disappearing behind it.   The crowd roared with loud clapping and cheering. Hinata closed his eyes to find his footing and remember how to breathe again.   “Kageyama!” Hinata yelled when he spotted him walking out from the makeshift changing area they had built behind the stage. He had returned to the white kimono jacket and light blue hakama he had been wearing earlier that day.   “Hey…” Kageyama muttered as he approached Hinata. His expression was a mix of annoyance and bashfulness.   Paying no mind to Kageyama’s current embarrassment, Hinata gave him a wide, blindingly brilliant smile as he bounced up and down. “You were amazing! How much did you practice for that? Do you perform often? You looked so good up there you must have a ton of experience, right? I couldn’t take my eyes—”   Kageyama slapped his hands over Hinata’s mouth, ears burning a deep red. “I-I got it. Just stop talking.”   Hinata pulled Kageyama’s soft, warm hands away from his lips and nodded, voice teasing. “You’re just as bad at taking compliments as you are at giving them.”   Kageyama pulled his hand away, but not before giving Hinata a gentle flick on the forehead. “I know. My mom tells me I need to work on that like every other week.”   “Good.” Hinata gestured toward the food stands. “Are you hungry? I ate already but I can always eat more.”   “Yes, I’m starving. Let’s hit the takoyaki stand first.”   Kageyama rushed them to that first stand, and to a handful more until he’d devoured enough to entertain conversation again. He’d visited the same stands Hinata had gone to a few hours earlier since they were all festival favorites, yet Hinata couldn’t help but buy two more grilled beef skewers. They munched on their food as the walked away from the busy food area and in the direction of main shrine.   “Oh! Hold this for a moment,” Hinata passed Kageyama his last half-eaten beef skewer. “And don't eat it,” he warned.   He walked over to a tree whose low hanging branches were covered in tied up fortune paper strips. It was customary for shrines to designate specific trees where people could tie up their unlucky fortunes. Not all the fortunes tied up were bad, many were average, and perhaps some were good—but it was suggested to those who drew good fortunes to carry it around with them. Hinata folded the strip of paper a few times the long way and looked around for an available spot on the tree. The lower branches were all weighed down and busy, but the higher branches had plenty of space. He went on his tippy toes to try to reach a higher branch but it was just an inch or two out of his grasp.   “Let me help,” Kageyama muttered. He held the clean end of the skewer between his teeth and put a hand on each of Hinata’s sides, raising him up like a little kid.   “W-wait, Kageyama, this is embarrassing!” Hinata yelled, cheeks burning up by the second.   “Just hurry up,” Kageyama growled, though it came out a bit muffled because of the stick in his mouth.   Hinata promptly tied the strip and let out a sigh of relief when Kageyama let him down. He turned around with a pout. “Thanks…”   “Here,” Kageyama said with a tiny laugh from his nose and handed Hinata back his skewer.   Hinata stared at the wooden stick that had just been in Kageyama’s mouth, and shrugged, accepting it. It’s not like he minded sharing some germs with the guy he liked. He polished off the last few pieces of beef and threw the skewer out.   They continued walking past the main shrine and to a peaceful spot under the trees lining the outer perimeter of the shrine grounds. They sat on an empty stone bench, a small lantern a few inches away blanketing them in flickering warmth.   “So,” Hinata started, legs straight out and swaying in front of him. “You want to know how bad my fortune was?”   “If you say Great Curse I’d actually be impressed since I have yet to see anyone get that.”   Hinata shook his head. “No, I got Half-Curse, which is still pretty bad. I’m planning on buying an amulet later.”   Kageyama leaned forward in his seat, eyes meeting Hinata’s. “I can help you pick one out if you want….”   “You would?”   “I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t mean it.”   Hinata grinned and gave a short nod. “Okay then, thanks. I’d love your help.”   They let momentary silence settle in between them. It was a beautiful clear night, and even with the bright lights from the lanterns and food stands, they could see the stars sprawling across the sea of deep blue and black above them.   “…My mom was a bit too much during lunch today, wasn’t she?” Kageyama said, eyes still searching the sky. “I never bring anyone over so she got really excited.”   “What? No way, she was great!” Hinata exclaimed and turned his upper body a bit toward Kageyama. “Her cooking was delicious and she was so pretty, too. Between Haruna-san and your dad, I can see why you came out so handsome.”   Kageyama looked to the ground and rubbed the back of his neck. “You say things like that so easily. I don’t know how you do it.”   “I’m just honest to a fault,” Hinata admitted. He bit his bottom lip and faced forward again, bending his knees so his feet were planted on the ground. “My mouth always says what I’m thinking before I can stop it.”   “I don’t mind it, although you’re annoying sometimes. At least you’re easy to understand.”   Hinata gave a nervous chuckle. “Then you should learn a bit from me. I wish you were easier to understand.”   “I can’t help you there,” Kageyama sulked, crossing his arms across his chest.   “Hey, Kageyama.” Hinata murmured as he gripped the edge of the bench. Like a band aid, he said to himself. Just rip it off. “…What would you think if I said I liked you?” He ducked his head and peeked over at Kageyama.   Kageyama’s expression went blank for a nanosecond, then pensive, and then finally to brow-furrowing confusion. “But you say it all the time, right? You’re always going on about how you love my form?”   There you have it. What reaction was he even expecting from Kageyama…   “I do say it all the time, don’t I?” Hinata laughed dryly and stared down at his lap. He swallowed a few times so his voice was steady. “It’s just the most beautiful form I’ve ever seen…it was love at first sight.”   Kageyama’s lips curled up into a tiny smile and he sighed, diving his hand into the mess of orange hair on Hinata’s head. “Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard that one before.”   He would have been overjoyed over this sweet gesture before today—before he realized how stupidly deep he had already fallen for this perfect, oblivious, kyūdō-idiot beside him. But right now all he needed was to get away. The air was suffocating.   “It’s late. I should go home.” Hinata stated and got up, hands clutching the straps of his bag and bow quiver.   “What about your amulet? I thought—“   “I can come back some other day,” Hinata muttered and looked up briefly to offer a forced smile. “Good night.” And without waiting another second, he bolted.   He made it as far as the bottom of the shrine steps before the hot tears that were long threatening to spill made their way down his face. He should be proud, really, that he held them back that long. He rubbed at his eyes as he walked to his bus stop, and kept rubbing while he waited, but the tears wouldn’t stop. Persistent. As if they’d been piling inside him from past heartaches.   As if this one hurt the most.

Hinata didn’t visit Kageyama on Monday.

  Not on Tuesday, Wednesday, or Thursday. And on Friday he mustered up the courage to walk to the steps of the shrine but hastily turned around to dash right back down that road and to his bus stop.   He wasn’t purposefully avoiding Kageyama; he just didn’t know how he’d act around him when he saw him. It was so easy for Hinata to be by his side when he was unaware of his own feelings, but with the realization being so raw and fresh, he felt like he’d say something stupid again. He didn’t want to make Kageyama uncomfortable, much less make him annoyed or angry. So he decided that until his feelings settled enough for him to somewhat successfully mask those unneeded emotions, he’d put some space between them.   It’s not like Kageyama would mind Hinata not being around. He was probably relieved to get some alone time again.   Well…that’s what Hinata initially thought.   But on Friday night he got a text from Kageyama asking if he got sick. And he blamed the sickness on Hinata not buying an amulet on the night of the festival.   Hinata read the text over and over again, his hand gripping his phone tightly. Kageyama was sweet. And he was caring, in his own way. And that made Hinata even more at a loss of what to do from now on. He needed space to compose himself—space to forget the feelings burning through his chest. So he took advantage of this misunderstanding to buy himself some time and replied to Kageyama with a sick and prayer emoji. A little, tiny, white lie.   He distracted himself, diving head first into studying for tests and practicing long hours with his team to prepare for their upcoming tournament. It wasn’t easy, especially since he thought about Kageyama’s advice every time he drew his bow, but it wasn’t excruciating. He could manage. He could work with this, like he has always done. And in that uncertainty, another week went by.   Monday afternoon, Hinata spotted Kageyama waiting for him outside the doors for the Education Department building. He ducked behind a locker to stay out of sight, feeling like an idiot all the while doing it. That was the only exit anyone really used, the only other way out the building was through a side door in the basement that was a pain to get to and left him even farther away from the kyūdō dojo. Hinata closed his eyes and roughly tousled his hair. He wasn’t ready. Just a few more days and he’d be all set. And with that, he walked to the stairwell and headed to the basement.   When Hinata looked at his phone after practice, he had three new texts from Kageyama. He decided not to read them immediately. Instead, he changed back to his regular clothes and said goodbye to his teammates. Once he was alone, walking on that familiar road, he opened up his messages.   From: Kageyama   Are you avoiding me?   Did I do something for you to be mad at me?   I thought you were honest. At least stop being a coward and tell it to my face.   Hinata stood on the corner of the third street of the shady road, where he usually turned right at to head to his bus stop, and sighed, pressing the balls of his hands to temples. He was being so fucking stupid. While trying to protect his own feelings, he was hurting Kageyama’s. He ran up the hill and only caught his breath when he was a few feet from the side door of the dojo. After wiping the sweat off his forehead, he quietly opened the door, took his shoes off, and walked further inside. Kageyama was mid-draw, and at least for the moments until that arrow hit his target, he seemed perfectly focused on kyūdō. But immediately after he finished his draw, he set his bow to the side, grabbed something from on top of the small wooden table, and marched toward Hinata.   He was furious—eyebrows furrowed deeply enough to give him lasting wrinkles and teeth bared. When Kageyama was about half a foot from Hinata he flung what he had in his hands at him. Hinata shut his eyes, getting barely tapped in the face and chest. When he looked down there were two amulets on the floor, a red one for general good luck and a purple one for good health. Hinata kneeled down to pick them up, flushed expression breaking down, eyes glossy, and lips pressed into a line.   “Tell me why you’re avoiding me,” Kageyama demanded, taking a step closer to Hinata.   Hinata covered his face with the hand holding the amulets and kept Kageyama at a distance with the other. “I didn’t mean to!” he attempted, voice cracking at the end. “I just…needed some space.”   “…Space from me?” Kageyama took a step back. “Did I do something?”   “You didn’t do anything.” Hinata lowered his hands to reveal his deeply flushed face and held the amulets to his chest. His shaky golden eyes met Kageyama’s. “You didn’t have to do anything. I just fell for you all on my own.”   Kageyama’s eyebrows rose and his face softened in a way Hinata had never seen before. “I see,” he muttered as the understanding nestled in his chest. “So on night of the spring festival, you were actually talking about liking me, not my form?”   “And what if I was?” Hinata used every ounce of courage he had left to hold his gaze steady. “What would you say if I told you I like you?”   Kageyama let out an exasperated sighed and closed the distance between them, resting his forehead on Hinata’s shoulder. “I’d say that I’m okay with that. That I’d probably need time to catch up to your feelings but that it won’t take me long. Can we stop talking in hypotheticals now?”   Hinata chuckled lightly, petting the back of Kageyama’s head with the hand closest to it. “Yeah, I’m not scared anymore.”   Kageyama lifted his head and brought a hesitant hand to Hinata’s cheek. He then dropped his hand and grabbed Hinata’s wrist, gently pulling him towards the open side of the dojo. “Come.”   They sat down on the floor and let their legs hang off the edge, feet lightly grazing the grass underneath. The sky was just as gorgeous and starry as that spring festival night, but the air felt lighter. Kageyama took his time gathering his thoughts and there were a few false starts, but Hinata patiently waited for him to find the right words.   “Even though I’ve been practicing completely alone for so long, I’ve never felt lonely while doing kyūdō,” Kageyama explained while looking down at his hands. “But in the last two weeks of you not being here, I’ve felt like something was lacking.”   “You missed me.” It was both a question and an answer.   “I did. And it made me feel annoyed and even sad. These are new feelings for me.” Kageyama looked over at Hinata and cautiously, almost curiously, touched the hair above his ears. “I missed this stupid hair and this stupid face.”   “Rude!” Hinata laughed and grabbed Kageyama’s hand, holding it between his own.   Kageyama slipped his fingers in between Hinata’s, lacing their hands together. “I also wanted to hear your tsurune again. It’s been stuck in my head since we practiced together.”   Hinata grinned, his thumb rubbing the back of Kageyama’s hand. “I think it sounds like the chimes in my grandma’s house.”   “I can see what you mean.”   Hinata slid closer and rested his head on Kageyama’s shoulder, closing his eyes. The night breeze smelled like dew and flowers, and it pleasingly brushed past them. Now unburdened by the tension of an unrequited love and instead embraced by a blooming one, Hinata felt so blissful he could fall asleep right here. But he didn’t want to waste this moment.   “Kageyama?”   “Hm?”   “… Can I kiss you?” Hinata murmured timidly, raising his head to face Kageyama. “Just one kiss?”   Kageyama slid one leg up onto the floor of the dojo and turned his body toward Hinata. “Okay,” he replied, closing his eyes. “Go for it.”   Hinata held back a laugh as he leaned in, pausing just a few millimeters from Kageyama’s lips. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed and his eyelids twitched every so often—he was nervous. Hinata held Kageyama’s hands in his own and lightly pressed his lips against his. They were velvety soft. He pulled away after mere seconds, afraid to try to take too much, too fast.   Kageyama blinked his eyes open and his lips curled up into sly smirk. “That’s it?”   “…You said your feelings need to catch up so I don't want to push too hard,” Hinata replied coyly.   “I know I said that but, what are we, elementary kids?”   Hinata leaned back and pursed his lips. “If you want more you’ll have to come get it yourself,” he teased.   Kageyama scowled but then darted forward, cupping the back of Hinata’s head with his hand and roughly smacking their lips together. Hinata both winced and chuckled at his clumsy irritation, but the humor of it all slowly melted into breathy tension and tender touches. Hinata wrapped the arm that wasn’t propping him up around Kageyama’s neck as their lips glided against each other—easy, unhurriedly.   “We should…” Kageyama murmured, giving Hinata one last peck before he pulled away, “stop. For now, I mean. My mom will probably come to check why I’ve been out here for so long.”   Hinata nodded hazily. “Right. It’s getting late.”   Kageyama reached behind Hinata to grab the amulets he had placed nearby and dropped them into his lap. “Don't forget these.” He then popped up on his feet and extended his hand.   Hinata grabbed on and let himself be helped up, smiling. “This means we’re going out, right?”   “Yes.” Kageyama said with a genuine laugh. “You’re such a dumbass.”   “A dumbass for you,” Hinata sang, throwing in a flirty wink.   Kageyama shook his head, surely trying to hide his amusement, and pushed Hinata to the side door. “Go home.”   “Yes, mom.” Hinata grabbed his bag and quiver, and stepped into his shoes. “Oh, wait, one more question.”   Kageyama looked down at him with an arched eyebrow. “What?”   “Can you please consider joining our university team? Just try it for two weeks, please?”   “I can’t…” Kageyama sighed.   “Come on,” Hinata urged. “Then let’s make a bet! If I can outscore you in even one face off, you have to join the team for at least two weeks.”   “There’s no way you’ll ever outscore me.”   Hinata put his hands on his hips. “If you’re so sure why don’t you just take the bet?   “Okay then, deal,” Kageyama huffed. “And what do I get out of it?”   “Well, you made the deal without settling that first, so your loss!” Hinata snickered and opened the door. “Good night!” And in his usual fashion, off he went.   “Wha—Hinata!”

The air was filled with the deafening silence of held breaths.

Kageyama released his arrow—steady, gorgeous, reliable—and it danced through the air, piercing deeply into the very center of the target. The stillness stretched on for a beat longer, but then the crowd’s loud cheers shattered the tension. Kageyama lowered his bow and turned, eyes immediately traveling to meet the shimmering gold of Hinata’s.   Their five-person team filed out of the dojo in a daze. It wasn’t until they had returned outside and joined the rest of their teammate, that they erupted into a cacophony of victory screams in celebration of them winning first place at the tournament. Hinata jumped into Kageyama’s arms and Kageyama swung him around, hugging him tightly. They could no longer tell which of them was laughing or screaming louder, and it didn’t really matter.   What mattered what this feeling.   And the many more to come.

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JUST OF A SPARE OF YOUR TIME

CHAPTER ONE

The Start Of Time

JULY 2005

SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA

7:00AM

“And in other news this morning we are just learning now that in the case of the Window Hanger; the killer's longest held victim was found at the Seoul Central Police Station alive after claiming she escaped. The victim is a foreign college student (24), she was reported missing over 3 years ago, police officials connected the kidnapping to the Window Hanger. Reports say that the victim suffers from very serious injuries both physically and mentally, recovery is expected to last a while. Another story that we have been following is the son of Multi-Millionaire businessman Kim Soo-man has been diagnosed with cancer. It is unknown how serious the illness is at this time. We are also getting two new stories, one of which is following the daughter of Multi-Millionaire businessman Lee Woosung, who was found at her home severely beaten. A 911 call was made from the home by someone who works for the family. Neither Mr or Mrs Lee have made a statement yet. And finally we are also now following the story of a student attending the university of Seoul, and son of famous actress Park Sooyong, Han Wooyoung reportedly had a drug overdose at a university party he attended. Han is alive, but no other reports of his current condition. In other news….”

For starters, I should introduce myself. Since you will be spending most of your stay with me. My name is Kim Jungwoo, yes the same one on the news. Back in 2005, I was at the ripe age of 18 years old, and as you can tell I was diagnosed with stage one Lung Cancer. I was living with my mother and father at the time. I was about 7 months away from being out of high school. Now, I won’t bother or bore you with this stuff anymore. Here’s where our story begins.

JUNGWOO

“Eunha, can you turn that off? Jungwoo probably doesn’t want to hear that.”

“Yes ma’am, I’m very sorry.” I looked up from my food to see my mother’s personal maid rush to the tv and turn it off. “Did you sleep well honey?” My mother said as she sipped her coffee “yeah i guess” “If you're having any trouble please don’t be afraid to wake me or your father up and we’ll try to help you okay?” I nodded, only half listening as I put jam on my toast. I took a bite as I looked up at the clock 7:20am shit. I thought “I’m gonna get going, or I’ll be late.” “Okay honey! Have a good day, dad and I will be working late tonight so you can hang out with friends or something if you want! I love you!” My mother shouted out as I walked out of the house. I walked down the driveway into the black car that I rode in everyday. “Take me to the usual spot please” I said to my driver as I buckled up. He started the drive and I looked out the window to see some trees starting to slightly lose their color. Yes, it was indeed July.

WOOYOUNG

“Huh, what a joke.” He scoffed out. Wooyoung didn’t realize that news outlets wanted stupid gossip stories so bad. In his eyes, his overdose wasn’t that bad at all. He didn’t appreciate how everyone started paying attention to him for it, he didn’t appreciate how his mom suddenly dropped everything to see him because of it, and he surely didn’t appreciate all these shit news outlets talking about it like it was their business. One thing to know about Han Wooyoung: he doesn’t like anyone, he doesn’t like anything, not even himself. The one thing he liked was drugs. More so the feeling that he gets when he takes them. But one thing right now, he didn’t like the fact that he was on the news. “Mr. Han?” the nurse at the desk said, drawing Wooyoung away from the tv.

“Hm?”

“Are you sure you want to check out?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure? We still haven’t notified your mother about your current condition. And the doctor said he-”

“i’m sure. i don’t want to be in this shit hole anymore. so just check me out already, kay? you're making me uncomfortable.” he snapped back at the innocent nurse. who was just simply doing her job. “I’m so sorry Mr. Han! I didn’t mean to offend you!” She said quickly as she bowed, obviously scared.

I don’t blame her for being so scared, Han Wooyoung is very intimidating. Standing at 6 feet 2 inches, lanky and skinny. But he had a face that could kill. In school, he was strong, always playing soccer during lunch. Every girl had a crush on him, and every boy wanted to either be him or be friends with him. Most of it was due to his looks, height, and physical ability. But for some, it was because of his background. More so, his mother’s. You see, his mother was a very famous movie actor. Bae Sooyoung was, for her time, the most beautiful and talented actress to grace the silver screen in a while. Everyone loved her, everyone. Wooyoung loved her yes, but he never felt love from her. She was always busy, he rarely saw her when he was growing up. It was only on holidays he’d get to see her. All in all, everyone loved him. He was famous for solely being Bae Sooyoung’s son. He enjoyed it. In his own way. But after highschool, it all went downhill. For his whole life, Wooyoung had trouble sleeping at night. Since he was always so anxious to see his mom, he would wait up for her every night and never slept. So his mom decided that he should take sleeping pills to help him sleep. As you can tell, it didn’t really go well for him. As he got older, he started to take more pills. He would take other “medicine” for basically anything. Headache? Pills. Sleeping problems? Pills. Sick? Pills. Taking them just because? Pills.

In a way, they were a comfort to him. He didn’t have his mom or anyone else around for him to find comfort for him, so drugs were the best option. As he got older and time went on he got into the heavier stuff. Like, Cocaine, Meth, and one that he often saw himself at mercy to, Heroine. Now, you might be wondering a lot of things, like how could he possibly go so long without getting caught? Well, his mother did know. But at first she never had the guts to confront him about it. Which in retrospect harmed him more. But as he got older and kept living under her roof, she got tired of the drinking, the drugs, the noise, the girls, the sex. He was throwing his life away, and he didn’t care. So, in 1998, when he was 20, she sent him to America, New York to be exact. She didn’t care what he did, what he didn’t do or anything else. All she wanted was him out of her mind for a little while. And out of her mind he was, he stayed in New York for 3 years. He actually just got back at the beginning of the month. He was doing well. Until now of course.

As he exited the big hospital building, there was a big black SUV waiting to take him to his mother's home.

“Hello Mr. Han, it’s good to see you in good health again.”

He scoffed while climbing into the car “Yeah okay.”

It’s so good to be home isn’t it?

MINHEE

The tv in the cafeteria hall she sat in was simply white noise to her as she was to occupied with eating her pudding cup, but knew she had to soon put her eating to a stop as she now had a few guests in front of her, less than eager looking to talk to her. She scooped up the last of her pudding and ate it, sitting back in her chair, crossing her arms, licking the last tatste of the pudding off her lips and waiting for the questions to come at her. The first man, kinda stubbing looking, cleared his throat and adjusted himself before he started “So, Minhee- could you please tell us about yesterday? What you did?”. She smiled, She didn’t want to deal with her parents right now, her and her father weren’t on the best of terms at the moment. Especially after last night. Sighing, she ripped open the top of the pudding and ate with what little strength she had. She kept thinking about what happened last night, how everything changed so fast. A lot of if was her fault, if she hadn’t provoked him so much then she probably would’ve woken up today in her own bed and with no more than a bruise or two. But no, her big mouth had kept on getting bigger and now she was in a cold hospital cafeteria with two old men looking at her thinking that they are going to get answers to questions that are open ended. “I didn’t do much, just went to school, hung out with my friends, came home, ate dinner, did my homework, went to bed, and in the middle of the night when I got up to get a glass of water I feel down the stairs- I have told this to three other people how many times do I have to repeat myself?” She sighed and looked back and forth between the two men, waiting for one of them to speak up. The first man breathed out loudly and said “Minhee, we know that this can be tiresome for you but we just want to make sure that we have everything and that everything you’ve said is correct. We want to know your alright.” “I’m fine! Nothing is wrong with me. I keep telling you guys all I did was fall down the stairs!” she shouted out as she banged her fists down on the table. Multiple other people around her jumped and gave her unpleasant looks. The men finally gave up and decided to help her walk back to her room. As they walked to get to the elevator and waited for it to open she thought about what her parents might’ve been doing. She wondered if they were at the hospital, or if they were on their way, or if they were just at home. She thought that they were probably doing the latter, her father was probably so angry at her still that he wanted her to suffer by herself for as long as he could before he had to come see her. Her mother on the other hand probably wanted to come see her, but couldn’t due to her father’s fit. She walked into the elevator and watched as it closed, she stood in silence, possibly the only true time of silence she would get for a while. The elevator door dinged as it opened to her floor, she was walked to her room and left alone so she could wait for the nurse to check on her, she couldn’t leave yet, she still had tests that they wanted to take and things to wait out on. To her it was not a big deal, what she was going through, but soon enough she would realize, she would hold one key to her own freedom and success. She wouldn’t have to live like this anymore, she would learn to help herself, and others. But now, we meet our final star, the one who unconsciously brought us together.

SUZIE

She felt that it shouldn’t have taken her this long to get to the bathroom, but then again it was the morning rush hour and for some reason a lot of people needed to use the restroom. She tried her best to get in and out as quick as she could so she could be on time, but other women in the bathroom who stood in front of the sinks kinda prevented that. But when one finally opened she rushed to wash her hands and checked her watch and surprise surprise! She was late, she ran so fast out of that bathroom other people gave her looks, lucky for her though, she made it onto the subway on time. Unfortunately she would still be cutting it close to being late. She was glad that she could get this appointment, because she wasn’t sure if she would be getting out of the hospital in time, but thankfully she did. The train was crowded, to everyone else it was usual, but to her, it was weird. This was her first time on a train in over 4 years, she forgot how crowded it was, how many people were around her and just there in general. In a way she felt safer, the more people that were around her the lesser chances of him to find her. The lesser chances of him to get her even if he was around her, the lesser chances of him- you get the point. Suzie was being cautious, she remembered what the officers advised her to do, ‘Stay home when you need to, but when you need to go out, be as cautious as you need to be. But try not to think too hard about anything.’ Which was sorta easier said than done, she thought that she should be okay, because she took her pills and made sure she rested well the night before, so she hoped she was good. Still, the everlasting feeling of panic stayed over her and seemed to be leaving any time soon. Which she was used to, she always seemed to feel this way. It’s what she experienced all her life, but unfortunately the past years of her life have seemed to worsen her feelings in many ways. She felt someone staring at her, she turned her head to the left slightly and saw two school girls whispering to one another and looking straight at Suzie. She was taken back a bit because once they saw she looked at them they instantly looked away and didn’t look back. She put her head down and stared at her hands, the rest of the way she didn’t look up and even waited until she got off the train to fully look around her. She pulled out the notepad paper she had written the address to the school to see which way she needed to go next, she looked at the address and saw that she was a mere 4 minutes away, so she folded the paper as she walked and checked the time, 8:23, she had 7 minutes. She hurried even faster. When she made it into the building she went to the front desk and the woman told her to just take a seat and wait until he was ready for her. While waiting she checked her phone and saw that she had a missed call and a text message from an unknown number. She looked at the message as it read:

Hello Ms. Greene, this is Detective Yoon, I am messaging you because I want you to know that we have assigned two of our detectives to help watch over you and ensure your safety during the rest of the investigation, I have left their numbers at the end of this message. You can call both of them whenever you want to. Please let me know if you have any questions. Here are their numbers: Detective Bae-

“Suzie?” Her head shot up. It was the dean, she stared at him for a while but then came back to reality and closed her phone quickly and got up. She greeted him with a bow and he greeted back, he motioned for her to step into his office and sit down. He left from the door and left it open, and sat across from her. She smiled at him and he smiled back before he began

“I’m so glad that you chose to come here for the rest of your college years! I can only imagine how hard it could’ve been for you to finally decide to come back to school. But I just want you to know that we here will do our absolute best in ensuring that you are safe and comfortable.” He smiled and she replied

“Thank you. I-I really appreciate your time. I know how busy you are and I don’t want to take too much of your time. But I just wanted to let you know that I will do my best to make it to class everyday, some days may be later than others because of-“

“Yes Suzie, I am aware. That’s all completely fine. You can do whatever you are comfortable with. We don’t want to pressure you into anything.” She nodded and they continued their conversation for only a bit more before she left and headed home. Once she arrived into her apartment she took her shoes off and put all of her belongings into their respective places in her room. She changed her clothes and went into the kitchen to make herself something to eat. She was heating up water from ramen when she remembered her phone, she rushed to her bag and luckily it was still on the message and she put the numbers of the detectives in her phone and decided that she was going to call both of them tomorrow. She finished making her food and ate while watching the news.

Times like these helped remind her about what she was doing a year ago, and remembered to be thankful. Because she could be in a very different situation than she is right now. After she ate she did housework and that night when she went to bed and prayed. She was thankful that she was safe. It helped ease her crowded mind. It helped her hopefully broaden the little sleep she got. It was one of the things caused by Suzie Greene’s illness: Schizophrenia.

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Fiancée Observation Record c1

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T/N:

So, the title of this WN is a bit ambiguous. It seems to be using ‘Self-Proclaimed Villainess’ as an adjective when normally you would expect it to be a noun in this situation. Personally, because it’s being treated as an adjective even if it’s weird, I am going to interpret it as observing the fiancée in question rather than as the fiancé’s observation record.

I’ll update it if necessary if it’s ever made clear in the story, but I don’t believe it is. 

Chapter 1: Bertia, Age 8

I, Cecil Grau Alfaster, the first and crown prince of the Kingdom of Alfaster, met my fiancée for the first time when I was ten.

Lady Bertia Ibil Noches, a Marquis’ daughter.

She had crimson hair and amber eyes. She was fair-skinned and slightly plump… actually, let me honest here. With notable characteristics like her fluffed-up dress and her snowman-like fat round body, she was a pig – I mean girl – from the prime minister’s house.

She was two years younger than me. After we met each other for the first time with my father, the king, and her father, the prime minister, in attendance, we headed out to the garden. She then immediately said the following.

“Prince Cecil! I am a noble girl villainess! My role, after I start school at Halm Academy, is to break apart your relationship with a heroine you meet, then in the end have my engagement annulled and be put in my place!”

She shoves her finger in my face decisively and glares at me sharply.

Hm. I don’t get it.

Her personal maids that had come along with her are paling… actually, let me amend that. Their expressions are more along the lines of “Oh dear. She did it after all,” like they expected this to happen.

“However, it would injure my pride as a Marquis’ daughter to be in an unsightly state, even if it’s to help you two grow closer! And so, I have decided. I will become a first class flower of evil! And so, your Highness, please become a gentleman so lovely that I won’t mind being put in my place by you!”

What should I do? I honestly don’t understand what she’s saying at all. Could this be because I’m still an immature child?

… Doesn’t seem like it. My attendants’ jaws have dropped open as they blink rapidly, after all.

Ah, but for now…

“Lady Bertia, standing around chatting is rather gauche. Shall we go sit and have tea while we talk?”

I smile sweetly and hold a hand out to her, deciding to invite her to a table where tea has already been prepared for us.

Though I’m still a child, I am someone who will eventually be responsible for an entire kingdom.

Let’s begin by calmly cleaning up this mess.

Father always says that when you’re in trouble, it’s important to take a breath and calm down before dealing with the problem after all.

“… Y- yes, you’re right.”

Lady Bertia, looking rather bewildered at my words judging from her rapid blinking, obediently lets herself be escorted to the tea table. Perhaps she lost steam because of my calm attitude.

“Prince Cecil, aren’t you a little too composed considering your age? Have you perhaps reincarnated?”

After taking a sip from a nice-smelling cup of black tea, Lady Bertia looks at me searchingly. She has a dollop of cream on her cheek from a cake – from a popular bakery – that had been brought out along with the tea.

… Could my fiancée have forgotten that I’m royalty?

It’s not like we’re old friends or anything – I think she’s acting a little too casual.

Well, this is good too since it’s more interesting than her being all weirdly nervous and tensing up.

“I don’t know what you mean by ‘reincarnated’, but if you think that I’m composed for my age, that’s probably because I’m royalty, no? Royalty is taught to conduct themselves like that from a young age. It’s natural,” I respond, my smile not fading.

“Is that so?” she asks back, but she seems to accept my explanation even as she cocks her head to the side.

… Behind me, my naggy personal attendant Zeno is shaking his head. He always says things like “Even putting aside that you’re royalty, your Highness, you look at things too long term,” and “Let’s do some more childlike things!” and “I think childlike cuteness is important as well at your age!”. But I decided to ignore him.

“Alright then, now that we’ve calmed down a little, could you explain the things you were saying earlier in a way I’ll understand? About the phrases like ‘noble girl villainess’, ‘heroine’, ‘annulling the engagement’, and ‘being put in your place’,” I ask, requesting a more detailed explanation the moment she reaches out for a second cake.

… It’s not like I care or anything, but even considering their relationship as master and servant, aren’t her maids being a bit too lenient with her?

In regards to her manners in front of royalty and the amount she’s eating.

“Yes, of course! I need you to become someone worthy of rejecting me after understanding my story fully after all, your Highness!”

Lady Bertia grips her fork tightly and looks at me seriously.

It seems like she hasn’t realized that no matter how serious she looks, she won’t be taken seriously with cream stuck around her mouth.

… It seems like I’ve overestimated my own power up until now.

It’s a bit embarrassing to admit, but I always thought that I was fairly intelligent in comparison to other children my age.

My enrollment to Halm Academy, where many nobles of similar age gather, has already been decided, but that’s mainly to increase my circle of influence and to learn how to interact with others as royalty. I’ve already learned everything there is to learn on an academic level at Halm Academy.

I had really thought that as a ten-year-old who’s already learned up to an eighteen-year-old level that I could say that I was pretty smart.

But, how could this be? I cannot understand what this eight-year-old girl is saying in the slightest.

Even considering that she’s terrible at explanations, I still can’t understand.

“What I’m saying is that your Highness, you’re going to meet this noble lady and be drawn to her innocent nature, eventually falling in love! Seeing your relationship, I become green with envy and start bullying that noble girl. After learning about this, you become furious and annul our engagement. This kicks off a chain of events that ends with the ruin of my family!”

Her passionate words are apparently all about “stuff that will happen in the future”.

And apparently she had her… previous life’s memories?... or something, and in those memories she saw… a novel that appeared with moving pictures?... that talked all about what was going to happen in the future.

Apparently there was also more… nitty gritty details?... or something, but she decided just to tell me the broad strokes today.

To be honest, I can’t imagine that I’d annul an engagement with so many strong political reasons behind it because I went crazy with love or whatever, and at least at the moment, I really can’t imagine the noble girl in front of me becoming green with envy.

There’s so many holes in her story that my head’s in a bit of a jumble.

The time set aside today was just to “see my fiancée face-to-face”, so my tea-time with her is drawing to a close. And anyways, if she gives me any more new information, even I won’t be able to parse through it all.

Ah, but there is one thing I want to double-check.

“Lady Bertia, could I ask just one question?”

“You can ask as many as you want. I’ve been waiting for this day where I tell you everything since my memories returned after all!”

I almost smile wryly at her words, considering that they were said right before we had to part.

To be honest, I don’t care if she’s just a bit delusional or she really has the power to see the future.

All I care about is…

“What kind of person would this ‘first class flower of evil’ you mentioned be?”

… this. This is the most important thing.

From this day on, she has technically become my fiancée.

As she’s become my fiancée, in the future, she will become the Queen.

Ignoring the strange existence of this ‘heroine’, if being this “flower of evil” she mentioned means she isn’t suited towards being a Queen, I’ll need to trai – I mean, lead her onto the correct path early-on. If that seems impossible, I’ll need to consult with Father as soon as possible about breaking things off.

After all, I will be King in the future.

“That’s obvious! She’s strong, dignified, and beautiful! She’s someone who makes her own path in life no matter what anyone says. Even if that path leads to ruin, she walks along it with no hesitation – a flower of evil! I’m going to become someone like that!”

“Strong, dignified, and beautiful… I see.”

Let me apologize.

At that moment, I casually looked down at her stomach.

I had been a bit curious about what she thought about her own appearance, but she apparently hadn’t noticed it at all… well, I won’t be too harsh since I don’t intend to explicitly berate her.

I did think that it was bad to look there with this timing considering what we were talking about, so I immediately looked back up at her face and smiled.

But it was too late.

She realized what I had been looking at.

And having realized, her face goes bright red.

“I – it’s not like that! Lady Bertia, Marquis’ daughter, is an underdog-type character so her appearance is kind of questionable.”

“’Underdog’? That seems… like a sad existence. Are you alright with that?”

“N – no I’m not! That’s Bertia’s story – I’m… I’m… I’m not just Lady Bertia! I am myself! I will reach greater heights… I will become a more pure and good flower of evil!”

Is she losing control of herself?

I really feel like a pure and good flower of evil is an oxymoron, but it looks like she hasn’t realized this at all.

Bright red from head to toe, she stands up with a clatter.

“Y – your Highness. I will improve myself before coming again! I will take my leave now! Good day!”

She bows hurriedly and runs out before I could even think about stopping her. Afterwards, following their master’s lead, her maids bow hurriedly and leave as well.

I stared after her blankly until I couldn’t see her anymore.

“… What was with her?” I murmur.

“Your Highness, what will you do?” asks Zeno in response to my murmur.

His question didn’t mention about what I was going to do, but he’s probably talking about my engagement with her.

As royal marriages are usually arranged for political reasons, I won’t be able to do something about it immediately. But if I talk about how she acted today to my father, even if it took time, I would probably be able to bring up the topic of annulment using her “unsuited personality to be a Queen” as the reasoning.

But…

“She’s kind of interesting, isn’t she? And even though she’s of noble birth, she isn’t weirdly warped or twisted. She’s straightforward so she’s probably easy to control… I’ll just observe her, she seems like she’ll be fun for a while.”

Somehow, I’m having fun for the first time in a while.

It’s not like I’ve fallen for her in a romantic sense or anything, but how should I put it… dumb kids are cute? I’ve found a new toy?

… I don’t really get it myself, but I am feeling more excited than I’ve ever felt before.

Generally, I can do anything if I try it once, so the world is rather boring to me.

I’ve almost never felt that feeling of satisfaction on successfully completing something that all the other kids have. My world has always seemed a bit dull and washed out to me.

But after meeting her today, my world has definitely become brighter.

This feeling of not knowing what’s going to happen uplifts my spirits.

“Heh heh…”

Before I realize it, I’m smiling naturally.

This is a very rare occurrence for someone like me who’s used to smiles being something you force onto your face.

“Your Highness, you look like you’re having fun.”

“Yes, I’m thinking that this feeling of uncertainty isn’t bad. It uplifts my spirits.”

“… You’re free to have fun, but couldn’t you have fun in a more childlike way?”

“But I am having some innocent fun, just like a child?”

“… Oh, right. You left behind your childishness in her Majesty the Queen’s womb. I apologize for asking for the impossible.”

“You really always say the rudest things. Well, I don’t mind. I’ll let it go since I’m in a really good mood right now.”

“Thank you very much.”

After glancing at Zeno, who lowers his head with a displeased expression, I turn my gaze back towards the direction she left in.

Just how much fun will she let me have, this girl who’s become my fiancée?

“Don’t let me down, okay?” I say quietly despite no longer being able to even see her.

I turn my head towards the sky and close my eyes.

T/N:

This was someone’s request I took on since this story’s short anyway - only 19 chapters including the extras - and appears to be abandoned. I plan to release a chapter a week from now on every Thursday (not including this week).

edit: Due to requests to start translating the newer chapters but my lack of motivation to start in the middle ^^; I will instead translate 2 - 8 within the next two weeks and post Ch. 9 during the first week of August, at which point I will begin releasing a chapter every week. 

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#An Observation Record of my Fiancée - A Self-Proclaimed Villainess #Fiancée Observation Record #web novel

[chaospenelope]

Settling In

The World Beyond

"Do you think it'll stop soon dad?" Freddy and SpirngBear looked out at the surprise showers that ended their outdoor fun. "Doesn't look like it'll let up any time soon." "It's not going to stop until ten tonight." Mangle added from couch. The news was broadcasting a brief warning about the thunderstorm. Victor moaned like he was just refused dessert. "Victor, Why don't you show your cousins your room? I know you can find something to do there." "Oh! C'mon guys!" He hopped up and bolted down the hall. "We finally got our own TVs!" His room was painted a light pink with ninja themed bedsheets. The window faced the backyard and a toy chest under it doubled as a bench. Atop the dresser and scattered about the floor was various toys yet the clothes were surprisingly put away. The closet was converted to a cubby for the TV/gaming system. "Check out this new Violent figure I got!" The fox said as he searched the room. "We can pretend he's infiltrated a base of space cowboy wizard overlords!" "Wait, so the Wizards are Overlords of cowboys?" Goldie sat on his bed, kicking her feet as she watched him. "That's an oddly pacific thing to rule over." "I think it's more like they're wizards that heard Space cows." Freddy looked under the bed where some older adventurers were already abandoned and a remote. "Does it matter?" Victor asked as he threw aside a Charizard figure. "Kinda. Might help explain why he's here or what kind of facility he's breaking into." He flipped on the Cartoon Channel. "It's gotta be around here somewhere...I hope mom didn't vacuum his sword again..."

"Mom, I think some of my stuff was put in one of Nade's boxes." Penelope approached her parents in her brother's room. Nade was in the doorway watching them. "They were, I didn't want to waste the room. Should be in the tub." Phineas pointed at the largest box in the corner with a screwdriver. "Thanks dad." She pushed aside the boxes on top and popped the lid off. After collecting some books and DVDs in her backpack she returned to her room. Opened boxes piled against the wall with some contents spilled out but other than that it was put together. The television was on the table facing a couple of comfortable chairs and the bed was in one piece and she had stretched her white sheet over it before throwing the blankets on top. Some of her clothes and were put in the closet and her toys placed in a chest. Though it was nice to get so much done the rain was still an unpleasant surprise. "I wish I had some more time to enjoy the yard before they come back." She glanced out the window, wishing she could figure out who lived there. Were they the reason the former owners of her house moved? There must have been kids in this house at some point because of the tree and the wall color, were they run off? She didn't want to think about it anymore, but she was also tired of putting her things away. "Hey Nade?" He glanced around then peeked out her door. "Yeah?" Her brother answered still fiddling with an old Rubix cube. "Do you want to play a game?" "What game?" "Um..." She sorted through one of the boxes, taking out several types of card decks and video games until she found a board game he would play. "How about Life?" "Mmmmm, Nah." She wasn't too surprised or upset, she wasn't really in the mood for an unenthusiastic game with her brother. With a deep sigh she went back into her room. She searched through the movies shows in her bag but she'd seen them all so many times. She's played every game at least twice and the cable guy hadn't set up anything yet. Finally she just started doodling in her journal. Half the pages were filled with random writing and scribbling lines. There were also some more abstract drawings, big masses of black hole-esque scratching of lines were the carnage of doodled foes once laid. She flipped to a mostly clean page with an unfinished poem about dancing shadows was in the middle and a seemingly random string of symbols in the corner that once served as an answer to progress the game. She started to draw a raindrop but she ended up doodling an eye peeking through a rip in the page. Realizing she wanted to add fingers gripping the sides she started to scribble over one of the edges forming the appendage then colored in the face to match. Then added cracks that snaked all around the page swerving around the poem in case she decided to finish it one day. She kept adding more splits and curves. It was calming. Phineas pulled on the frame to test their craftsmanship. "I think we did a decent job." He leaned against the bed as he watched his wife stand up and stretch her back. "I'm not sure about you but I think that's enough carpentry for today." "Right, Let's just sleep on the air mattress tonight." He took the toolbox to the hall closet, placing it on a high shelf. He noticed his son looking up at him still sitting in the same spot. "Your bed is made, but don't forget to put some of your stuff up before you go to bed tonight son." "How much stuff?" He looked up from the finished cube. "At least put all your toys away." "Penny, How much have you gotten done?" Her mother saw the boxes in the corner. "Here, let's get some of the empty ones out of the way." The stacked and put them up in the attic for later use. "Shame the rain hasn't stopped. I know you were looking forward to exploring the yard." Phineas sat in the large recliner as he looked out the window to the darkness outside. "Yeah, but we can still have fun inside, if we can take a break for today..." His daughter crawled onto the seat and on his leg. "Why not? We got a lot done." "Oh, What a day." Neda sighed as she slumped on the couch. "I need a rest...Phin, what time is it?" "Four fifty two." He said glancing at his watch. "Feels later than that. It's almost dark enough to play Hide and Seek in the Dark, almost." "We can play a card game until it is." Their daughter slid to the ground and ran to her bedroom. "Can we play 21?" Nade suggested earnestly. "What about a board game?" Neda followed her looking at the selection she laid out. There was Candy Land, Life, Clue, Trivial Pursuit, and a special checkers and chess set. They left Monopoly at the old house. Nobody ever wanted to play that garbage, especially Phineas. "I think it's a good time to retire Trivial. I'm pretty sure your brother memorized all the answers..." "Mmm. We need a new board game..." "...Well, why don't we make one?" Neda looked around her daughter's room. "Didn't you save a lot of those supplies from that poster you made for science last year?" "Yeah," She ran over to one of the unopened boxes and cut it open with her claw. It was filled to the brim with art supplies including a folded up poster. They carried it into the living room. Putting the box at the foot of their coffee table and flattening the poster on top. "What should this game be about?" "Um, I don't know. ...A journey type board game? Those are my favorite." "Okay, where should it be?" "Going around a haunted theme park?" Phineas sat himself next to her. "We could have a ghost chasing the players if they land on a certain square." "That's a great idea. Put down a lot of ghost spaces, and maybe there could be a funhouse that's like shoots and ladders." "If you land on the Farris wheel you could get stuck and lose a turn." "Or you could lose the amount of turns you roll on the dice?" "Hm, Seems a bit much...We'll make that a rule if the game drags on too long." "Can we put a couple trains or gondolas to move the players across the board?" "Of course." "What about the carnival games?" "You can get something to move the ghost a few steps back, or move it closer depending on your roll." "And the haunted house could be a temporary trap for the ghost." "I don't know, wouldn't it make more sense for it to trap the player?" "I know! It could an instant kill if there's a ghost following you and it's only accessible if the coaster breaks." "Last person left wins, or should we add currency?" "Not now, we can always add something like that later." They each started to draw out their own corner of the map after writing down the rules. "That haunted house looks so spooky it's giving me goosebumps. Cobwebs are a nice touch." "Thanks Dad, we should add some spiders too." "Nade, those look like some fun game stalls." "Yeah, I thought the dunk tank would be a good addition." "The rust makes everything better. Makes it look old." "Phin, I think that's supposed to be blood and dirt." "Oh...Looks great!"

#the world beyond #Phineas NightShade #Penelope NightShade #Nade NightShade #Neda NightShade #FNAF AU #fnaf oc

[aya-chi007]

Pickpocket the Stars - Ch.2: Polite

AFF A03

    Yoongi sighs as she zips up the side of her skirt, taking care that her mint blouse is tucked neatly into it. Last day of work, have to make a good last impression. She laughs bitterly to herself, brushing back her bangs before picking up a small bow, clipping back her hair to keep it out of her face. She looks perfect, she looks normal, she looks employable, all of which she’s going to need since she’s going hunting for jobs after Jay’s finished with her.

    Grabbing a black folder from the nightstand, she hurries out of her bedroom, heels clicking on the laminate wood that spreads through her entire apartment. She has to get to the office and get this all over with. Like ripping off a band-aid.

    She steps into the hall, closing her door behind her and taking care to lock it. She’s had a couple break-ins while she’s been living here, she doesn’t want to make it easy for them. She slides her key out of the lock, slipping it into her pocket. Taking a deep breath, she turns, somehow managing to run right into someone.

    “Hey, watch whe-” she stop abruptly as deep, rambled apologies drown out her own voice. Frowning, she takes in the black slacks, the pressed dress shirt, a tie decorated with Pokeballs, before finally reaching the guy’s face. “Namjoon, right?” She asks.

    He nods sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. “Y-yeah. Sorry, I didn’t-”

    “Shut up,” she cuts him off, rolling her eyes. Her eyes drop from his perfectly styled hair to the messenger bag hanging off his shoulder. “Work?” she asks as she starts walking toward the elevator.

    In only a few steps, he’s already caught up to her. Damn, long-legged bastard. “Y-yeah,” he stutters, stepping into the elevator beside her once it arrives. He presses the ‘G’ button before straightening up. “Literature teacher at the high school uptown.”

    “If you’re working uptown, why do you live in this hell-hole?” Yoongi asks, not taking her eyes off the numbers counting down to the ground floor.

    Namjoon laughs, drawing Yoongi’s attention. He smiles, showing off his dimples. Dammit, he’s kind of adorable. “I’m broke as hell, so I thought it might be a good fit.” He smiles at her before looking away shyly to check what floor they’re at. “I just graduated last week.”

    “Oh, I thought you were younger than me,” Yoongi comments offhandedly, “I’m only twenty-one.”

    “Then I am younger than you.” At the confused glance, Yoongi shoots him, he clarifies, “I got my associate’s while I was in high school ‘cause of a program my school offered. I only had two years for my degree and did my certification while I was in college.”

    The elevator helpfully alerts them of their arrival to the first floor. Yoongi practically runs out, tossing a quick ‘bye’ over her shoulder, barely catching Namjoon’s ‘see you later.’

    Even though living in the worst part of town has plenty of downsides, one of the reasons Yoongi keeps living here is because it’s only a couple block away from where the office is located. It’s like walking through a real-life panoramic shot: the crumbling buildings and broken windows of the district she lives in fading into boarded windows and ‘closed’ signs’ until it gives way into the monochrome gray scheme that is downtown.

    Downtown never fails to be busy at eight in the morning. Horns blaring from impatient drivers; pedestrians bustling up and down the sidewalk in their pressed suits, briefcases banging against their knees while they walk; jackhammers drilling into the foundation of a construction site that seems like it’ll never be done. Over all of this noise, Yoongi can’t hear her heels click against the concrete as she walks up the steps into a modern-looking glass skyscraper.

    It’s like hitting the mute button on life. The only audible sound comes from the click-clack of her heels hitting the marble. It creates a sort of cadence that she marches proudly to, the sound echoing hauntingly around her as she makes her way to the elevator. If she was still into music, she might have recorded it, used it as a beat for a track.

    The familiar ‘ding’ of the elevator reminds her that those days are gone as she steps through the open doors. The plain black folder tucked under her arm holds a neatly typed resignation letter. She tries not to think about it as she watches the numbers inside the elevator climb. She enjoyed this job, liked the work she did. Now she has to find another one.

    Just before the lift reaches her floor, Yoongi smoothes down her blouse and takes a deep breath. She’s always stuck doing things she doesn’t want to do. When the doors slide open, she struts out into the office space, eyes flitting across the cubicles. She never thought she’d be one for the dull and mundane, but it seems like a paradise compared to doing Jay’s dirty work.

    Her eyes dart toward her supervisor’s office, but she turns to walk the other way. A quick glance to her watch tells her it’s five minutes after eight. Her confidence drops as she walks. It’s carpeted up here, she can’t hear her heels. She turns into the break room, which is almost completely deserted, save for one person, who’s busy pouring himself a cup of coffee.

    She really doesn’t want to do this. “Morning, Jimin,” she greets kindly, settling herself at the table where Jimin’s briefcase is set.

    “Good morning, Yoongi,” Jimin greets with a bright grin, brushing his tousled hair out of his eyes after his sets the coffee pot back onto its warming plate. In two quick strides, he’s sitting beside Yoongi, hands wrapped around his mug. “So…” he drawls, his embarrassment obvious by the slight flush across his cheeks. “What time should I pick you up tonight?”

    God, why does he have to look so happy about taking her on a date? “Look, Jimin, we need to talk,” Yoongi says, wincing when she catches the drop in his expression. “You’re a fantastic guy, you really are, and I would have loved to go on a date and see where things went. But the thing is…” she trails off, taking a deep breath to steady herself. She didn’t plan this far, oh god. She was expecting him to get angry, accuse her of leading him on then storm out, not to sit here and patiently hear her out. “I-I got a new job and I’m moving this afternoon,” she lies quickly. “I’m handing in my resignation today.”

    “O-oh.”

    “I’m so, so sorry, Jimin,” Yoongi whispers, as if the gentleness of her tone will negate the harshness of what she’s saying. “They called last night with the offer and I decided to take it.”

    Jimin shakes his head, running a hand back through his hair. “No, it’s fine.” he tells her, “You’re doing what’s best for you and I respect that.” He lets out a self-deprecating chuckle. “I just wish I would have had the courage to ask you out sooner.

    “Hindsight’s always twenty-twenty,” Yoongi murmurs wisely, resting a hand on his arm. “Thank you.” As she stands, she presses a kiss to his cheek. “Goodbye, Jimin.”

    She walks out of the break room and pretends she doesn’t hear the sound of porcelain shattering in her wake.

    Once her resignation is safely in her former supervisor’s hands, Yoongi leaves. She doesn’t want awkward questions or well-wishes from people she’s never even spoken to. It’s a kind of forced politeness that shouldn’t exist outside of grocery stores. In a perfect world, it wouldn’t even exist there.

    Yoongi curses as she walks out of the manager’s office, loosening her school uniform tie. Yet another place not hiring. This can’t be happening, not now. She has a date to her senior prom, but no dress. Worst of all, if she can’t get a dress in the next two weeks, she’ll have to cancel.

    She walks out of the grocery store, slowing down at the sight of two men standing awfully close to one another, speaking in hushed voices. Carefully, she approaches them, trying not to let them catch her trying to eavesdrop.

    “-eed help,” one of the men is saying, glancing around frantically. “I’ve got sharks ‘n’ shit after me, he’s helped me before, I need to get in contact with him again.”

    The other man flips his shaggy hair out of his eyes as he chuckles, the sound sending goosebumps down her spine. “You know Jay’s always willing to give out favors as long as you’re willing to do what he wants.” He claps the man’s shoulder, muttering that he’ll get a call later.

    Once the first man has scurried off, Yoongi approaches the second man, her pulse racing excitedly. “Excuse me.”

    He turns to look over his shoulder at her, showing off his strong profile. “Yes?” He questions as he slides a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Yoongi watches him place one of the smokes in between his lips before speaking.

    “I need help,” she admits bluntly, taking a step closer to him. “I need a favor from whoever Jay is.”

    The guy freezes, the flame of his lighter going out as he removes the unlit cigarette from his lips and turns to look at her fully. “You’re a kid,” he says in a rough low voice, staring at her incredulously, “Jay don’t deal with kids.”

    Yoongi shakes her head, taking another step closer, lowering her own voice. “You said he’ll do favors for whoever is willing to do what he wants,” she reminds him, brushing her long, silky black hair away from her face. “I’m more than willing.”

    “Hm…” he studies her for a moment. “What’s your name, kid?”

    “Min Yoongi,” she informs him, standing up straight to make the most out of her petite stature.

    He nods, the corner of his mouth curling into a wicked smirk. “I’m Kiseok. I’ll talk to him for you.”

    Yoongi doesn’t look up at the sound of the bell ringing. She’s too immersed in a stack of pancakes covered in chocolate and strawberries to care about people watching right now. What does catch her attention is a familiar someone sliding into the bench directly on the other side of her table.

    Sighing in annoyance, she drops her fork to look up at her company. “Did he seriously send you to make sure I had resigned?” She demands, rubbing the back of her head. The short bristles of her silvery hair scratch at her palm almost soothingly.

    Kiseok just smiles at her. He almost looks exactly the same as when they met, except his jawline is sharper and his hair is shorter and actually styled. “It’s almost ten and you weren’t at his place yet. You know he’s not patient.”

    “Sucks to suck, I wanted breakfast first,” Yoongi mutters, picking up her fork again so she can go back to tearing into her pancakes. If he’s not going to comment on her going to a diner on the opposite side of town from Jay’s place, she’s not either. She doesn’t look up from her plate until she hears Kiseok laugh. “What’s so fucking funny?”

    “You,” Kiseok chuckles, shaking his head. “Look at you. Three years later and you’ve lost your sparkle, your willingness.”

    Yoongi grits her teeth. “If you’re just going to make fun of me, get the fuck out. I’ll be at his place after I finish.”

    He lets out a thoughtful hum before shaking his head. “Nope, I don’t think so. I have strict orders to drive you over there. You’ve already kept him waiting for too long.”

    She doesn’t say anything else, just scarfs down the rest of her food before waving over a waitress so she can pay.

    The atmosphere in the car is stiff and awkward. There’s some hip-hop album playing on the radio but Yoongi isn’t listening. She staring out of her window, trying to make a list of all the places she can’t go anymore so she doesn’t run into Jimin. It was bad enough to lie, it’ll be worse if he sees her again.

    Too soon, much too soon, Kiseok’s parking the car by the curb in front of that familiar gray house. “You know the way in,” he tells her with a sharp grin, “He’s waiting for you.”

    Yoongi just grits her teeth, climbing out of the car and slamming the door behind her with as much force as she can muster. She can hear Kiseok’s muffled laughter as she walks through the gate. Again, she doesn’t bother knocking, just barges through the front door. This time, though, he’s not in the living room.

    Sighing, she walks back to the foyer so she can walk up the stairs to the second floor. If he’s not on the couch, then he’s…

    Right as she reaches the landing, the door to the study is flung open, followed by a body being tossed out. She sighs, stepping to the side as two familiar guys march out of the office, each grabbing an arm of the man on the floor. If he’s not on the couch, he’s dealing with potential clients. “Hyukwoo. Sunghwa,” she greets the two men dragging the unconscious body toward the stairs, nodding at them. More forced politeness.

    They nod back before they start their descent. Sunghwa glances back at her after a couple steps. “He’s not pleasant right now,” he warns her with a scowl. “Wonder who’s fault that is.”

    It’s rhetorical, of course it is. Yoongi rolls her eyes as she walks through the open door of the study. Jay’s cradling his head in his hands, elbows resting on the dark wood of his desk. To some, it would be a sign of defeat. Yoongi knows better, can see the tremors running through his arms, the way his shoulders are tense as a strung bow, ready to fire.

    Yoongi closes the door behind her softly and locks it before approaching the desk. His dark hair is falling out of place from where it has been styled. If she was a nicer, better, sweeter person, she would have brushed the hair back into place. Instead, she raises a hand and quickly, loudly, slams her palm against the desk.

    Jay curses, jerking back at the sharp crack that’s still echoing off the office walls. He looks around wildly before focusing on her, his eyes narrowing. “You’re late.”

    “No I’m not,” Yoongi scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. “You just said come after I resigned. You didn’t give me a timeframe.”

    “Always a smartass,” Jay mutters, glaring up at her, though she can see him fighting back a smile. Ugh. “Did you do what I told you?”

    “Would I be here if I hadn’t?”

    He ignores her question. “Well, since you don’t have a job, I guess you’ll have to move back in,” he suggests. “Your old room is still free-”

    “I have money saved,” Yoongi cuts him off, glowering. “I have enough to make it a few months. That’s more than enough time to find a job.” She puts on a fake smile. “You know I prefer being independent.”

    “You mean you enjoy your illusion of independence,” he corrects her, smirking as he leans back in his chair, eyes trailing up and down her body. “Is your next job also going to require the cute bows and pencil skirts? ‘Cause I’ll be honest, it’s really fucking cute on you.”

   Embarrassment sends blood rushing to her face as she practically tears out the mint and black polka dot clip keeping her bangs out of her face. “Have to look the part somehow,” she mutters, finally dropping her gaze and slipping the bow into her pocket. “Can I go now?”

    “Sure.” Jay shrugs at her, though that stupid smirk she hates so much is still on his lips. “Just don’t be disappointed if you can’t get another job and can’t make rent.” He takes to his feet, stretching his arms over his head. “At least you always have a home here,” he offers again with a grin, pivoting to look out the window behind the desk.

    Yoongi sneers, her voice venomous as she fires off, “I’d rather die than live under the same roof as you again.”

    She watches Jay freeze, arms dropping by his sides before he’s looking at her. Not, not looking. Glaring. He stalks toward her, but she not going to back up, she’s going to stand her ground. She keeps telling herself that until he’s right on top of her.

    Stepping back, she shoots him a dark look, a vehement fuck off leaving her lips when he keeps approaching her. Finally, her back hits the door, leaving her to press against it to try to stay as far away from his as it will allow. Desperately, she throws a punch, trying to deter him. It doesn’t work, of course it doesn’t, she’s watched him work out, seen the strength he possesses that proves his physique isn’t just for show. He catches her fist easily, pinning her wrist against the door above her head.

    “You’d do well,” he murmurs as he grabs her other hand and slams it against the door as well. His other hand shifts so he has pressure on both her wrists. “To remember that can be arranged.” He’s angry, oh he’s so fucking pissed. But Yoongi’s always had a bad habit of fanning the flames.

    “Do it then,” she spits at him, “Make my fucking day.”

    He laughs at that, the sound as cold and dark as his heart, as his free hand comes down to brush her bangs out of her face. “Now why would I give you what you want?” he asks innocently, resting his forehead against hers. The action is so intimate, so familiar that Yoongi feels like she’s going to throw up. “Especially,” he whispers as he moves back, tilting his head so his lips are hovering over hers. “When you won’t give me what I want?”

    Yoongi doesn’t answer, keeping her eyes down so she doesn’t have to see the way he’s looking at her. It’s worse than anger. Jay smirks at that, cooing ‘good girl’ before pressing a kiss to her lips. She doesn’t respond, doesn’t even look up until he’s let go of her and moved away. Once she sees his back is facing her, she turns immediately to unlock the door, yanking it open and practically throwing herself out of the door.

    She’s down the stairs in records time. She doesn’t remember if she passed by anyone on her way out or on the street. The next thing she registers is leaning against an alley wall, emptying the contents of her stomach. She coughs roughly, spitting out the last bit of residue in her mouth before straightening up. She has a mission now: go home, brush her teeth, go out and put in as many applications in as many places as she can.

    She’s not letting him win.

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[lykanthropa]

Support Class

Chapter 1 - Happy new Year

Mann Co. HQ

Gray Mann looks up from the papers on his desk as the three men enter his office. They are dressed in black, half their face is covered. One of them is a hulk and muscle-packed. They look anything but harmless. They are exactly those men Gray Mann had hired and which he had expected impatiently. He leans back in his chair and lays an arm around his daughter Olivia, who sits on his left thigh. He noticed her skeptical gaze.

The three men are standing with their arms behind their backs in front of Mann's desk. “Good afternoon, gentlemen. I have already expected you.” “In your letter you mentioned that you have an order for us.” Gray Mann smiles at the hulk. “Immediately to proceed to business, hm? I like that.” The old man opens a desk drawer and takes out an envelope from there. He opens it and draws out three photos. He threw it to them at the other end of the desk. They take it into their hands and look at the three men who are depicted on the photos. “In the Badlands there is a mercenary unit with 9 men. These three belong to it. This is the Sniper, the Medic and the Spy. They form the Support Class. These mercenaries bring troubled upon me since a long time. I just don't get rid of them. Mostly I owe this to the support class. If these three men can no longer support the team, it will certainly not be a problem to put the remaining mercenaries away.” “Especially these are to be killed?” “No, no. This time it's not a contract kill. Bring them to me. I still have some bills with them, which I would like to regulate personally.” “They are just old men…” “Don’t underestimate them. They don’t seem so, but they are agile and very intelligent. Especially the Medic. But the Spy is particularly dangerous because he has an apparatus called the "Invisibility Watch", which makes him invisible for a certain time. Moreover, he uses a Disguise Kit, which allows him to turn into any mercenary of the team. So don't be fooled.” “When we do the work, this guy will have no time to do any action at all.” “Very well.” “What does payment look like?” “Of course. This order is very important, so money doesn't matter. $ 200,000 for each of you.” “Why don't we just kill the entire team?” “For a simple reason. They die, and are recalled to life just after a few seconds. They are almost immortal and only I know how to break through this circle. But the Support Class has to disappear.” “Get it.” “At the back of the photos, I have written down the coordinates of the mercenary team. Don’t disappoint me.” The men stow the photos away and leave the office.

“Well, my dear, what do you think of them?” “I don’t know… We can only hope that they will not mess it. Do contract killers know how to kidnap someone anyway? Not that they forget that in the zeal of the fight.” “Hahaha! I have a good feeling. After all, I finally decided for them. I can feel it. This time I can destroy these disgusting mercenaries and pursue my plans. Of course everything would be considerably easier if my stupid brothers had not had their childish feud. But that cannot be changed anymore.” “When I finally grow up I want to be like you.” Olivia puts her arms around her father. “I'm sure you will" he says, stroking her head. “All this will be yours later, and I know you will not disappoint me. You are my only ally.”

Badlands, 31 December 1968, 23: 59h

“10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!!!!” "Happy new year, mates!" Before the entrance of the base Demoman ignites his self-made rocket. It has the size of a mini zeppelin, which makes it seem as if it was too difficult to take off when the fuse burned down. But finally it starts. First cumbersome, and then it climbs ever faster into the air, where it ultimately explodes in a tremendous burst of light that seems to fill the entire night sky. The colorful sparks float slowly through the air towards the ground. The other 8 Mercs clapped enthusiastically in the hands. “Had never thought that that would really working. Well done, Demo.” “Well, as far as explosions are concerned, I am the expert.” “Let us clink glasses as long as the sky is still colorful.” They all lift their champagne glasses. “Prosit und Hurra! I wish you all a fantastic new year!” “A Happy New Year, guys! Let us this year also to give the Blus and Gray Mann's robot army a kick in the arse!” „Yeeeehaaw!” They all take a big sip from their glass. “Hahh… Dat is good.” “Yeah! We should drink champagne more often.” “Oh, no, that would destroy the peculiarity of the champagne.” “Spy’s right.” “Oh stop it, Demo. You're only love the other brew. Just like Scout.” “Bonk is the best. Basta!” “I like to admit that” answers Demo. “Brr… Let us go in, Heavy. It's cold outside.” “Da, Doktor.” “I also have enough of fireworks today.” Spy is retreating back in the base. “I go to bed. Good night, mates.” Sniper climbed into his van, which he had parked just a few meters before the base entrance. Engineer, Soldier, Scout, Pyro and Demo remain outside.

“How about a round of chess if you're not tired, Heavy?” “I had be glad to. But sometimes I ask myself why Doctor wants to play with me. Heavy is always losing.” Medic puts an arm around his friend. “Don’t worry. Today is New Year's Eve. The day when new resolutions are made for the next year. And your resolution for this year is that you defeat me in chess. I will help you.” “…how Doktor does that mean? Want Doktor let Heavy win?” “Was? Ahaha! No, no. Of course not. I mean, I'll teach you a few tips and tricks and explain you exactly the rules again.” “Thank you, Doktor.” “You’re welcome, Heavy.” Heavy sighs. “What’s wrong?” “I miss the snow.” “Oh? I actually thought you were glad not to have snow around you. I mean, where you come from a snowy country.” “Heavy loves snow. Since childhood. Must not always be snow, but for Christmas and New Year's Eve that would be nice.” “Well, my friend, unfortunately there is no such a thing in the desert. But you’re right. That would be really very nice. I have no seen snow for years. If our job comes to an end here, would you show me Russia?” “Really? You want to see Russia?” “Yes. I have never been in Russia and it would be nice to meet your family. Mother and three sisters, right? What do you think of that?” “Da, Doktor!” “When is the Wedding?” The two turn to the voice. With a cigarette in his mouth, Spy stands leaning against the wall. “Didn’t you want to go to sleep?” “No. I just said I got enough of the fireworks. I hate this noise.” “That's your thing. But don't eavesdrop the conversations of others.” “But Docteur, we are here in the corridor, a public place. I can stay here and cannot do anything for it that you and Fat Man are full-throatedly flirting.” Heavy makes a threatening step towards the French but Medic stops him. “Okay, we get it. You don't have a good mood. Do us a favor and make yourself invisible, ja?” And Spy actually does him the favor. Now the two can only hope that he is really gone…

“Hey, kid. You surely still want to have exploded with me firecrackers, right?” Demo rigs up more rockets. Scout jumps around him. “Yes! Yes, of course! But…please, please, please!” “What please, please, please?” “Can I light it?” “Sure, lad. Here.” Demo lent him the lighter. All that remains are normal rockets, also construed by Demoman. That's why there must have a huge boom behind these, for sure. Soldier, Pyro and Engineer watched as Scout bends down to the bottle in which the rocket is and lights the fuse. “Take a step back!” commands Demo. He has to grab Scout of the neck collar to pull him on the legs as he doesn't react. Thereby the boy's foot pushes against the bottle. While it's falling, the bottle turns and the bottle hole aims at Soldier, as the rocket starts. It flight straight at him, aiming at his head. This is much too fast for the veteran, to realize what happens. The rocket bounces off his helmet, is guided in Engineer's direction, also bounces off his helmet and shoots through the window of Snipers Van, where it ultimately explodes. The colorful fire rages inside the Van. Under the whole noise of the fireworks, the angry (painful?) cry of Sniper can only be heard very indistinctly. Pyro enjoys the event noticeably, while the other four flee into the base.

Three days later:

Archimedes sits on his owner's desk, watching him giving Heavy the last injection. The "New Year's Vaccination", as he says. Even Archimedes got one.

Heavy rubs his strong arm. “Did that hurt, Heavy?” “A little bit…” “I’m sorry. Would you like a lollipop?” Medic takes a lollipop from the lolly glass and gives it Heavy. “Thank you, Doktor!” The Russian leaves the infirmary happily. He was the last patient today. Medic sits down at his desk and strokes his finger over Archimedes' head. “What a day. But you know, Archimedes, they are less squeamish at injections than during prostate examinations.” The white dove is cooing in agreement. The doctor sighs. “I still can't believe that another year is up. We both are old geezers, aren't we?” “Coo~” “To another wonderful year with you, my babies.” Medic takes Archimedes on his hand and leads him to his lips. “Give Papa a kiss.” Archimedes gently presses his beak tips against the soft lips of his owner. He hadn't kissed him for a long time. Archimedes is happy.

A knocking at the window above the desk makes them both look up. On the other side of the slice are the redbreast Robin and Demos Ara The Birdman of Aberdeen. “Oh, you’re friends are here.” Medic opens the window and places Archimedes on the window board. “Then go play. Papa has much to do anyway.” “Coo~” “I love you too.” Medic changes the room and the birds are alone. “Pffff! Ahahahaha!!” Archimedes turns to the Ara. “What’s so funny?” “I love you Papa” the Ara is mimic him. “And then this cute kiss.” “So what? I just love my daddy. And therefore it's quite natural when I give him a kiss. This is still better than talking to his owner constantly after the mouth.” “This is my nature. I'm a parrot bird.” “Privet, Arkhimeda.” “Guten Tag, Robin. As I hear, you are diligently studying the mother tongue of your human friend.” “Da! It’s a nice language. I have always wanted to have a Russian owner.” “I think, however, Heavy doesn't sees himself as your owner.” “Yes, but that’s okay. It’s okay if we were only friends…” Archimedes laid his wing around the redbreast. “Hey, even if you are the only bird who don't have an owner, you belong to us. Isn’t that right, Aberdeen?” “Of course the little one is one of us. This will never change.” “By the way, what is Sir Hootsalot doing? Since the Van of Sniper has burnt, I have not seen him.” “He's pissed off. Just like his owner. I mean, he has always been in a bad mood, but it has become even worse since the fireworks.” “Compatriot is trying to talk to him” says Robin. “Now? Is this stupid eagle still not clear that Sir Hootsalot is an owl and needs his rest during the day? I would also be in a bad mood.” “I think he knows that. But he doesn’t care.” “Yes, of course. This fits to him. All right then. Let us fly to them.”

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