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And They'd Find Us In A Week - Chapter 8

Pairing: Finnick Odair x Reader Word Count: 4.8k Synopsis: Here! Playlist: Listen up! Tag List: @melancholicmelanin , @yvy1s, @honethatty12 A/N: Are yall mad at me 🙁🙁 Your outfit & Finnick's outfit.

Past (ix) - You

[19 & 20] - THE CAPITOL

You like Johanna, you decide after only a few minutes of talking to her. She’s clever and somehow always simmering with rage. With her stature and how meek she seemed in her interviews, even you were surprised by the 180 she did in the arena. It's easy to see how she won.

It's admirable. Admittedly, your games were more animalistic than strategic. The careers had turned on each other pretty early on, leaving behind those who were desperate to stay alive. There was even a boy who resorted to cannibalism, eating the heart of any tribute he killed. His name was Titus. He was only thirteen. When they airlifted you out, it felt like you were taken out of the wilderness and brought into captivity.

You also note, despite her permanent scowl, or maybe because of it, she’s pretty. And that thought plants dread in your chest. You know the future for pretty, young victors all too well.

Is this how Finnick felt when he first met you?

There are ways around it, you note. Though the consequences are pretty grim. Enobaria comes to mind. She won her games by ripping another tribute’s throat out with her teeth. An act of desperation turned into her main selling point. She was smart. Went to an extreme and sharpened her teeth to garner more Capitol appeal while simultaneously dissuading Snow from selling her body. She’s pretty, but no one’s jumping to get into bed with teeth like that.

And Haymitch…well, Haymitch wasn’t given much of a choice considering Snow killed any leverage he might have had over him.

You make your rounds, jumping from group to group, barely being able to pull away from those who want your attention. Obviously, you aren’t mingling because you want to. There isn’t a single client you’d willingly interact with, ever . However, what you want doesn’t really matter at the end of the day. A fact made all the more apparent when you get cornered by a particularly tenacious Capitol.

Ursa Lowvale—a notable actress old enough to be your mother, with a surprising amount of political influence—has one hand caressing your cheek and the other holding your waist. Her makeup, in Capitol fashion, is cakey and clashing. You force down the impulse to move away because no matter how long you’ve done this, it never ceases to amaze you how uncomfortable their touch makes you.

“Did you get the care package I sent you, dearest?" She asks, rubbing a thumb over your cheekbone. You take her hand from your face and move it to rest over your heart, just above your breast. Her touch makes you nauseous, but you play it off as if you’re showing your sincerity and not your disgust.

“I did. And I must say, your kindness knows no bounds.” You threw the package away immediately. You didn’t even bother looking inside. “You’re so giving.”

“Oh, I’m giving in all aspects . As I’m sure you know.” She moves her hand down to rest on the crest of your cleavage and you play none the wiser to what she’s insinuating. That’s the personality you’ve cultivated over the past four years; shy, docile, naive—if not a bit ditzy. It’s that very image that ropes them in. Corrupting the ‘innocence’ of a victor is awfully appealing.

“I’ll be sure to set up another meeting sometime soon. It’s been far too long.” She leans down and places a kiss on the corner of your mouth. “I’ll be waiting.”

You wait until she’s out of sight to drop your smile. You take a sip of champagne out of the flute and then you take another. You’ll never drink enough at one of these events to lose your wits, but it doesn’t hurt to be a little tipsy. If more encounters like that happen, you’ll need it.

You stick to the outskirts of the party, savoring the limited solitude while it lasts. You watch on as Johanna turns another person down. You don’t know how they even work up the nerve to ask her to dance; she certainly isn’t welcoming. She seems to tolerate victors well enough, but anyone else—well, they should know better than to approach her.

You jump when toned arms slide around your waist, champagne sloshing out of your glass.

“ Stunning as always, Star. ” He whispers, voice husky in your ear. You relax in his hold.

“Finnick Ewan Odair, I swear if you made me drop this glass—”

“I know, I know,” he smirks against your cheek and you can’t tamp down your smile, “Missed you.” He kisses your temple and moves back. It wouldn’t be perceived as strange for Finnick, of all people, to hang off of you, but you keep it to a minimum as a self-imposed rule. No one would blink twice at innocent affection in public, but you both know how easy it would be for the two of you to get carried away. There’s flirting and then there’s flirting.

“Mhm, I’m sure you did.” You chuckle into your drink, playing at being impassive and he sighs dramatically.

“You see, now, normally, when somebody says they miss you, you’re supposed to say…?” He prompts with his hands and trails off. “C’mon, Star. I know you know this one.” You blink up at him, silent. He scoffs in faux offense, turning to walk away and you drop the act.

“Okay, I’m sorry ,” you laugh, pulling him back by one of his billowy sleeves to hook a finger in one of his belt loops, “I’m sorry. I missed you too.” In the past six months since Johanna’s games, you’ve only seen each other seven times. Odd, since you’ve both come to the Capitol at least twenty times combined, and usually, the two of you are brought in to work at the same time.

“Now, was that so hard?” He teases and you poke him in his stomach where he’s ticklish. The muscles in his abdomen twitch as he snorts unattractively. Or, it would have been if anyone other than Finnick did it. “You’ll catch a cold in that.” He notes with a quirk of his eyebrow and looks you up and down for longer than what’s strictly necessary. He’s referring to the newest dress your stylist stuffed you into. It seems like she gets more and more daring with each outfit. This time you’re in a thin strapped evening gown with an almost see-through corset bodice. There’s a slit up your left thigh reaching your hip. You try not to toddle in red heels that are truly too high.

One of his hands goes to your waist and moves you to sway with him to the music the live orchestra is playing. Your free hand trails up his strong shoulder to play with the hairs at his nape.

“I can say the same for you.” You tug on the shark tooth necklace that definitely isn’t his. He’s in a loose, khaki-colored wrap shirt with a deep v-neck. Deeper than deep, honestly. It’s sheer like yours and tucked into the front of his white slacks. The sleeves cinch at his wrists and the whole thing offers very little coverage to his bare chest and stomach, which is probably the point.

“I guess we’ll have to find a way to keep each other warm then.” He bites his bottom lip with a grin that spells nothing good for your patience.

You pinch his side.

“Ow! I’m kidding .” He raises his hands placatingly, grinning broadly.

“ Behave .” You scold through your teeth and your cheeks hurt with the stretch of your smile.

“You gonna punish me if I don—”

That earns him a smack to the bare skin of his chest.

“You are so irritating,” you scold and he laughs loud and unrestrained with his head thrown back. A sight that never ceases to leave you breathless. Finnick usually never lets himself be this carefree in public, but maybe it’s the alcohol, or maybe it’s your presence. He catches his breath, ruddy cheeks dimpling. He looks awfully pretty under the soft yellow lights, hair shining like gold. A possessive thought sinks its claws into you. You don’t want anyone to see him like this. No one else deserves it. You aren’t even sure if you do.

“You love it.” He’s still letting out breathy little giggles as he beams down at you, big doe eyes twinkling.

You shake your head with an insurmountable fondness. “I love you .”

He wrinkles his nose and your eyes are drawn to the faint freckles dotting the bridge of it. “See, that’s not fair.”

“Oh?” You cross your arms, balancing your glass precariously while playfully sizing him up as one would before a sparring match. But that train of thought makes you think. Could you take Finnick in a fight? You snort. Can anyone? “Please, Mr. Odair. Please tell me all about how unfair it is that I love you.”

“ Ouch . Mr. Odair?” He huffs at your expectant stare. “You use it for evil .” He mirrors your stance by crossing his arms, and drawing your attention to his biceps. His loose-fitting sleeves are doing a horrible job of hiding their shape and size as they flex with his movement. Hmm . You bring back that thought of fighting Finnick, but now it’s not that funny. You picture you and Finnick spent and sweaty as you wrestle on a mat, he would be red in the face and grinning from exertion as he pinned you down and—

You take a sip of champagne.

“Well, I guess I’ll just stop saying it all together then if it’s such a hardship.” You shrug.

He raises his hands like he’s fending off an attack. “Woah! Alright, alright. I’m willing to come to a truce.”

The pair of you are still joking and giggling together when you get approached by a couple. Edgar, one of Finnick’s regulars, and Karlo, his husband whom you’ve had many meetings with yourself. Anyone else in your position would have jumped apart, and put as much space and plausible deniability between you as possible—and maybe you would have done that when you were younger, but you both know now that the best way to squash any suspicion is to act like there’s nothing to be suspicious of.

You and Finnick share a glance. Breathe and endure , you mouth to him while your back is still turned to the encroaching couple. You welcome the wry twist of his lips.

“What are you two drinking that’s making you so smiley?” They ask and you both sober up. Well, not literally. You don’t know about him, but you’re still a little fuzzy. You shiver as the silk of Finnick’s shirt brushes your bare back as he wraps his hand around yours and takes a sip from your glass.

“Champagne.” He supplies, with that charming smile that you don’t even have to turn around to know is there. “It hits quicker than you’d think.” This is partially true, but, really, the only thing you’re drunk on is Finnick.

You lean back into the heat of Finnick’s chest and his hand goes to your hip to steady you, his thumb rubbing circles into your hip.

“Looks like someone’s drunk more than her fair share.” Karlo laughs as they crowd in on you both and if you really had been as drunk as you’re pretending to be, you would have thrown up from the smell of their strong perfumes clashing. Both sickeningly sweet and fighting to clog your lungs. “Don’t tell me you’re drunk already.”

“Honestly, I barely drank any. I must be a lightweight.” You laugh, fake to your own ears and you’re sure to Finnick’s too.

“Really? That’s quite surprising. You know. With your rough background and all.” Edgar says with genuine confusion. It’s odd to be insulted so sincerely. Finnick scoffs behind you in what could be mistaken for amusement, but the grip on your hip says otherwise.

You stay quiet for the rest of the conversation. You chime in here and there, but Finnick carries the bulk of it. It isn’t normally like this. Many people usually fall over themselves trying to be the first person you talk to. But there are a select few who prefer you to stand there and look pretty. You can essentially dumb your way out of a conversation, Finnick isn’t so lucky.

“You’ll have to show us some of your poetry sometime, Nick,” Edgar says while walking his fingers up Finnick’s arm and you almost wince for him. He hates that nickname. Writing, specifically poetry, is the hobby Finnick was forced to take up after his games. Something that’s supposed to give a layer of complexity to his playboy image. Though, unlike most victors, it’s actually something he enjoys and is quite good at.

You, on the other hand, wished you were given any other skill to hone. If your fingers hadn’t already been callused, the violin strings would’ve left them mangled.

“He always forgets to ask that, but I’m sure it’s because you have him suitably distracted.” Karlo laughs and Edgar cackles along with him. You don’t know what’s tighter, your grip on the glass or your smile. You wonder which one will shatter first.

“Ah, anyway. We must be off.” Edgar, thankfully, pulls away.

“It’s always a pleasure to see you.” Karlo takes your unattended hand and kisses the back of it and you instantly regret talking your stylist out of giving you elbow-length gloves.

“Likewise.”

You hold your breath and release it when they’re out of sight. You feel Finnick’s chest expand with his own sigh of relief.

“Alright,” he plucks the champagne from your hand, handing it to a passing server. You’re tempted to complain, “Let’s go. We’ve shown our faces long enough that Snow shouldn’t care.” You’re hesitant for a moment, but you can’t act like the idea of being alone with Finnick isn’t more than enough to convince you.

Other than the constant security and monitoring, the Training Center isn’t a terrible place to stay. As you and Finnick walk hand in hand down the hall, you can take comfort in the fact that you won’t run into anyone you’ll have to hide this from. The soles of your feet ache with each step. You yelp when you almost trip for the third time, your ankle turning inwards. Maybe you really are a lightweight.

Wordlessly, Finnick squats down and pats his thigh. You're confused before he taps your ankle. And he waits patiently like it’s the most natural thing in the world to take your shoes off for you. Your chest warms from something other than alcohol. You place your foot on his thigh and he takes off your heel and does the same with the other. He keeps the strap of your shoes looped over his finger as he stands.

“C’mon,” he puts one arm under your knees, another behind your back, and lifts you up like you weigh nothing. You really do try your best not to gawk at his strength, but from Finnick’s flustered giggles, you’re failing miserably. You wrap your arm around his neck.

“My hero,” you put the back of your hand to your forehead and his chest vibrates with his laughter.

“My star, light of my life,” you laugh as he spins you, “The least I can do is save you from a broken ankle.” He presses a featherlight kiss to your lips. Your eyes flutter shut and you can’t help but smile against his lips.

You and Finnick have unintentionally established a pattern. More often than not, you both would be in the Capitol at the same time for the same reason and one of you always ends up in the other’s room. But the elevator doesn’t stop on either of your floors.

The elevator opens on the rooftop and he’s yet to put you down. You’re amazed at how long he’s been able to carry you without any strain.

The gardens are sprawling and well-maintained, a surprising amount of care for something unprofitable. There was a kid, a tribute from one of the early games, who jumped off the roof. They claimed he fell by accident and the force field was put in place as a safety measure. But you all know what really happened—the districts know what happened. And you suspect he’s the reason the garden was implemented. A poorly planned distraction on the Capitol’s behalf.

Finnick sits on one of the garden benches behind a tall hedge of roses with you on his lap. You rest your head on top of his, tracing random letters on the back of his neck.

Finnick clears his throat. “There were kids at the reception. Running around– chasing each other. They asked me to play tag with them.” He laughs. You conjure up an image of Finnick chasing a gaggle of children that don’t even come up to his waist, because of course he did, and suddenly, you can think of nothing else. “Have you ever thought about having any?”

“I did when I was younger.” You hum. You thought of a lot of things when you were a kid. When you were young enough to be shielded by your parents from the brutality of your district, young enough to dream. That period didn’t last and you haven’t been a kid for a long time.

“But?”

“But, I didn’t think I’d live long enough to have any.” You didn’t even think you were capable of that kind of love. You didn't think it was in your capacity. It was bred and beaten out of you, especially after your games. But Finnick’s in the business of proving you wrong. “And to bring them into this world, into Eleven, seems cruel.”

The chirp of crickets fills the silence. Fireflies dot the sky and blend with the stars.

His fingers tap on your thigh. “I always thought I’d have two. They’d be close in age so—”

“—They’d be friends.” You finish and he gives a slow nod that picks up speed.

“Yeah, a boy and a girl.” You want to picture it. You want to imagine a world where it’s possible to have that life together. But you fear the fate of a child that would look like you and Finnick.

Your eyes drift from constellation to constellation. Perseus, Pegasus, Pisces. The stars are clearer here than at the Marquis, but not by much. It’s times like this that you miss your dad the most.

“If you’re comfortable sharing, I’d love to hear some more of your poetry.” You mutter into his hair. What Edgar said got you thinking. You don’t want Finnick to associate his talent with those people. Everything he writes is a piece of him. It amounts to more than that, more than them.

“I would think you’d be tired of it by now, considering how much I write in my letters.”

“Mmm, I’ll never be tired of anything you do. You really do have a gift, Finn, and you shouldn’t waste it on them.” The words were out of your mouth before you even had time to comprehend them. You lift your head when he moves to look at you, “It’s true.” You say, somewhat embarrassed. You aren’t really the emotionally forthcoming one in this relationship, but you weren’t expecting what you said to be met with surprise.

He places a kiss on the shell of your bracelet. You shiver as he trails his lips down to the tip of your fingers. Your heart speeds up in anticipation. He presses his cheek to the back of your hand and he sits there with his eyes closed, before speaking.

“My heart, who am I to deprive you of what's yours by right? The air in my lungs, I breathe for you. The blood in my veins pumps for you.” He laces your fingers together, eyes still closed. “A leaf can’t stop itself from falling and neither could I.” When he opens his eyes back up, you’re swept away by the sheer adoration. That’s something you should get used to, right? You don’t think you’ve seen Finnick look at you any differently. And you don’t think you ever will.

He shakes his head with a smile as bright as the sun. “Everything I do, I do for you.” He whispers and just when you catch your breath, it’s gone again.

You’re not sure who leans in first, not that it matters. No, all that matters is this moment—just the two of you.

He pulls back, the tip of his nose brushing yours.

“So,” he speaks, lips twitching into a smirk, and you brace yourself for the sheer strength of the eye roll that’s certain to follow whatever he says next, “your room or mine?” Your eyes truly come close to rolling out of your head, but you snort despite yourself and that smirk becomes a full-blown smile.

Present (VIII) - You

[23 & 24 ] - TRAINING CENTER

You inhale through your nose and release the breath through your teeth. Your arms burn from your fingers to your biceps and you try to adjust your grip on the bar, but the strain in your shoulders convinces you to tap out. You drop to the ground and the screen next to you reads four minutes and eight seconds, but you know you can make it to five.

You bounce on your toes and shake out your hands. Just as you’re about to jump back up, you notice a crowd forming around the archery station. Your curiosity gets the better of you and you’re able to slip to the front and see what the commotion is about. Inside, Katniss shoots down the hologram opponents with deadly proficiency, seemingly sensing the enemies before they’re even there. The arm strength involved with shooting a bow and arrow is nothing to scoff at. Especially with the fluidity and speed she’s going.

After she hits the last hologram and the exercise shuts off, everyone else stands impressed—yourself included. You're starting to understand why Haymitch is putting so much stock into her.

In terms of basic survival, there’s nothing for you to improve on. Shelter making, fire starting, weapons, hand-to-hand—there isn’t much for you to learn within the day you have left. You think about stopping at the camouflage station but think better of it. As long as there’s something to climb, you’ll have camouflage. Mags hovers by the fish hooks station, but you worry if you go near her, Finnick won’t be far behind. You don’t know what he wants from you, why he even wants to speak to you. It’s not like he responded to any of your letters, so why now ? Why now when you’ve finally come to terms with the way he wanted things to be?

On the topic of avoiding Finnick, you also steer clear of the knot-tying station. He’s there now teaching Katniss how to tie what looks like a noose. You’d run out of fingers if you tried to count the number of knots he’s taught you. You never thought you’d ever have to use any of them, but there’s no telling what will happen in the arena.

Edible insects are much easier to distinguish than plants, but you’re more than adept at both. The same can’t be said for Peeta. You must have been watching him for nearly thirty minutes and he’s gotten close to nothing right.

He still has the paint that the female Morphling—Megan, you’re pretty sure—painted on his arm. Swirls of the orange, yellow, and purple trail from his wrist to his shoulder.

The screen flashes red as he organizes the plants incorrectly.

“You are terrible at this.” You walk forward to lean against the control panel, “Like, extraordinarily.”

Peeta looks up from the buttons. It’s technically the first time the two of you have talked, not counting that meeting after the chariots where Chaff kissed Katniss.

“I just,” he scratches at the back of his head and frowns, discouraged, “I can’t remember the names. I know nightlock, obviously. But not much else.”

“Well, you’re able to recognize where you fall short. That’s good. You’re trying to match the names to the fruit, but you don’t have enough time to remember all of that. It’s pointless anyway.” What good is remembering the name of a berry if he doesn’t know if he can eat it or not?

“Then, what am I supposed to do?”

“Instead of figuring out the names, try to focus on what they look like and whether or not they’re edible. That’s all that matters, honestly.” You restart the exercise, changing the parameters so he’ll have to organize the plants into categories by picture.

“You’re helping me?”

“I can’t, in good conscience, let you die because you decided to tussle with the wrong berry.” Hundreds of kids have died in Eleven from eating something they shouldn’t have. Not because they didn’t know it was poisonous, but because they were so hungry that they took their chances. “Trust me, that’s not a fight you wanna pick.”

It’s touch and go for a second, but it’s not long before Peeta starts catching on. He’s a quick learner, and it’s much easier—more beneficial—to memorize what an edible plant looks like rather than what it’s called.

While Peeta is distracted with a timed matching game, your eyes trail to where Finnick goes through different motions with a trident while Katniss watches with laser-like focus. He stops to say something to her and glances your way. You’re quick to look back down to the task at hand.

How are you supposed to work with him in the arena if you can’t even handle being in the same room as him?

“I’m just not good at this.” Peeta laughs with a hint of self-deprecation. The screen shows he was only able to get half of the plants organized before the timer went off. For somebody starting from scratch, he’s selling himself pretty short. He just needs a little more time and you’re confident he’ll be able to recognize what can and can’t be eaten within an hour.

“I watched your games. You could definitely be better.” Poisonous berries are the leading cause of death in the arena. Followed closely by being killed, either by another tribute or the arena itself. This will help protect him from the former. He doesn't need to master this. He just needs to know enough to get by.

”Yeah, Katniss is definitely better at this kind of stuff.” He looks over his shoulder to where Katniss and Finnick are still training. This time Katniss holds the trident and her movements are nowhere near as polished as his were. Despite that, Peeta’s eyes shine.

You look at Peeta— really look at him—and realize something.

"You actually love her, don't you?" You marvel. It hadn't even crossed your mind that their feelings could be genuine. He looks at you surprised, before whatever persona he's embodying slides into place.

"What, do you think it's an act or something?" He laughs.

"I did. But your eyes gave you away. They hold this kind of—softness whenever you look at her, whenever you talk about her," you turn back to the screen but don't restart the exercise, "I'd recognize that anywhere." Of course, you would. It's how Finnick used to look at you.

You're both quiet. He looks from you to his hands on the controls.

"I do." He breathes, hard to hear over the cacophony of sounds in the room. "I really do."

You take a breath and let it out in a sigh.

"I'm sorry then."

"For what?" His brows furrow with confusion.

"You shouldn't have to go into the arena with someone you love. It's cruel." Your heart aches for him. You don't know how much Katniss reciprocates his feelings—you're starting to think she doesn't at all. For that, you can't help but feel sorry for him—can't help but see yourself in him.

Haymitch was right, after all. Peeta's a good kid. He doesn't deserve this.

"Then, I'm sorry too." You glance at him from the corner of your eye. "You're right. We shouldn't have to." You don't say anything for a second and he doesn't press you to. You doubt anyone told him about you and Finnick, so maybe he's just that observant. And smarter than anyone notices. An oversight you're sure he takes advantage of.

You don't bother denying it. Instead, you nod. He nods back. A sense of comradery is shared between the two of you, but it doesn't last long. You still have training to do. You press on a random square and a creepy-looking plant appears. A red stalk with shiny, white berries spins in a slow circle on the screen.

"White baneberry, poisonous or not poisonous?" He contemplates it.

"Poisonous?" He asks more than tells you.

"Just to eat?" You prompt and he shakes his head.

"You can't touch it either." He answers far more confidently and you smile. There might be hope for him yet.

"Good. Next."

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Chapter Seven

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Chapter 6

To celebrate his debut, Bronco organized a night out for Zilla the following night. He figured this was a good time for Trick to make a better impression on Zilla than he had in the PC. With Naio and Jon being in town for his match, they went along with him to celebrate leaving Moriah at the apartment with Trinity, Leata and Nadine. The Patio had been a great choice for their outing by Bronco. The drinks, the atmosphere and the food were putting them all in an even more celebratory mood. When Zilla and his family arrived Bronco met them by the bar, dapping up Jon and Naio.

“Listen before we get over there, I invited Trick and Christian. They wanted to celebrate with us. Cool?”

Zilla nodded slowly. At this point nobody could be any worse than his soon to be mother in law. “That’s cool but who is Christian?”

“My bad,” Bronco laughed, “Christian is Melo. He answer to both.”

After getting his approval, Brinco led them over to the section and the cheering from the other two men began. They both moved in to dap Zilla up then his family.

“Yall know Jon and this one of my brothers, Naio.”

“Damn yall look alike,” Christian joked as he dapped them both up, “That’s crazy. Congrats on the debut though. That match was crazy, man.”

“Facts. They did right putting you as the main event.” Trick praised. “Shut that show down. Ain’t leave shit for nobody else.”

Zilla shrugged bashfully, not ready to take the compliments. Noticing, Jon roughly grabbed his shoulders and shook him playfully.

“We here to celebrate so we need to get this man a drink! I’m the DD so Zilla enjoy yourself. I’ll make sure yall straight.”

While they were starting their night the right way, Nadine was making sure the opposite was happening at the apartment. Since the men left, she attempted to get to know Trinity and see what her daughter had been up to.

“So you are married to who again? Nadine asked.

“Jon, Zilla’s cousin. The one that was just here not too long ago.” Trinity answered, trying not to roll her eyes.

Nadine hummed. “And you wrestle too, right? The lil neon girl.”

“Glow, Mama. Glow,” Moriah corrected quickly.

“Glow, neon, same thing.” Nadine chuckled. “I guess Moriah could be doin worse things. At least she’s only dating one.”

Trinity frowned. “What’s wrong with being a wrestler?”

“Nothing, sweetie. It’s just not for my baby. She’s too cute to be thrown around and hurting herself like that,” Nadine explained while playing with Moriah’s hair. “But I guess better Isayah than her.”

Leata stood from her spot on the sofa, she beckoned for Moriah to follow her then walked to the kitchen.

“I know, I know,” she spoke softly.

“This is my fault,” Leata tsked, “I should’ve left her ass in Texas. I’m trying to be nice here but she’s pushing it, Moriah.”

“I know, I’m gonna say something. She’s been on one since yall got here.”

“She has and you need to put your foot down for the sake of yourself and your relationship.”

Back at the club, Zilla volunteered to order more drinks and shots for them at the bar, Trick tagged along with him. They leaned against the bar waiting for one of the bartenders to make their way down to them for their order.

“I ain’t mean no harm with what I said to you before,” Trick explained, leaning in so Zilla could hear him to which he nodded. “I just was tryna help you not make the same mistake I did when I first got there.”

“What mistake?”

“The mistake of not knowing how good I am and just letting everybody else decide how good I am instead of letting it be known.”

Zilla chuckled, glancing over at him. “I hear you. I appreciate that but that definitely ain’t what it sounded like you was sayin’.”

Trick laughed a bit, “I thought about it afterwards and realized that I prolly sounded crazy as hell. I gotta work on my approach but I meant well, forreal, big dog. So we good?”

Zilla accepted his hand slap and they briefly hugged. “Yeah we straight, man. That delivery was trash though.”

“I know, I know. But remember what I said now. We was backstage while you was out there doin ya thing so we heard just about everything. Them people know what’s up even if they don’t act like it, keep ya foot on they neck.”

The bartender came to get their order then walked away to put it in and make their shots. As push jolted Zilla, had Trick not been beside him, he would have hit the floor. Remembering where he was, he tried not to get worked up about it as he turned to see who it was and if they were going to at least apologize. He locked eyes with a man a couple of inches shorter than him. The man stared at him but didn’t offer any words.

“Yo, you good?” Zilla asked, glaring at him.

Trick looked around Zilla in enough time to see the man size both of them up. “My man, you straight?”

The man scuffed then walked off, roughly bumping Zilla’s shoulder that affected the man more than it did Zilla. Placing his hands on Zilla’s shoulders, Trick shook his head and turned him back around to the bar.

“Don’t even worry about it. That man prolly drunk off his ass and don’t realize what mistake he just made.”

Zilla shook his head, turning to see where the man looked and sucked his teeth. “For his sake he better be.”

After getting into Trinity’s business as much as she could, Nadine made it her business to get into Moriah’s business which included a bit of snooping.

Moriah had just come in from running down to their car to grab her charger and realized her mother was no longer sitting in the living room area with Leata and Trinity. She rolled her eyes and sighed.

“Where is she?”

“I’ll let you guess,” Leata chuckled, looking towards the bedroom.

Again, Moriah groaned.

Trinity laughed. “I tried to stop her and she told me that I should mind my business. I decided to let you handle it because if I do.”

“I’m sorry about her, Trin,” she said shaking her head, “I swear she thinks she runs everything. I should’ve just came to the hotel instead of offering the apartment while they’re out.”

“You’re stalling,” Trinity pointed out.

“I’m not. I was just venting,” she pouted.

Leata pointed towards the bedroom, “Alu loa i totonu o lena potu.” (Get in that room now.)

Moriah pouted harder and stomped a few times. “I don’t know what you said but I can read between the lines

I'm going but I don't like it.”

Getting into the room, Moriah found her mother going through the nightstand on her side of the bed. She cleared her throat to get Nadine’s attention. Although she didn’t look up, Moriah knew that she’d been heard.

“Why are you in my things, Mama?”

“You got something to hide?” She asked, still not looking up.

“No but,” Moriah was cut off by Nadine.

“Okay so why does it matter if I’m looking in here?”

Biting her tongue for a moment, Moriah took a deep breath in and out to contain herself. “Because everything in there belongs to me and I wanna know why you’re going through my personal things?”

“Oh please,” she laughed, opening the second drawer, “I’m your mother, I can do what I want.”

“You being my mother doesn’t give you the right to violate my privacy, Mama. I am an adult, this is my apartment and I want you to get out of my things now. Please.”

Nadine closed the drawer with a huff finally looking over at her daughter. “Whatever you’re hiding, you might as well tell me now. You know I’m gonna find out. I always do.”

“You wanna know what I’m hiding? Fine, I’m hiding how I really feel about how you treat Zilla, my relationship and me. I’m tired of it.”

Nadine’s brows raised in surprise and humor. “Oh is that right? Well, sweetheart, if it wasn't for me doing what I have been doing for the last ten plus years then things would be mighty different for you. Wouldn’t they?”

“They would and that would be just fine with me. I didn’t ask you to do any of it, In fact, I recall begging you not to,” Moriah fussed, feeling her anger rise.

“You should be very grateful that I stepped in when I did or you would’ve been just another statistic. Is that what you wanted? To be a statistic like those other girls and like your little boyfriend.”

Moriah clicked her tongue repeatedly. “You don’t think you did anything wrong, do you, Mama?”

Nadine stared at her daughter with a proud smile. “No, I don't and I didn't. I wish I would’ve and could’ve done more but I’m making up for that now.”

“What is your problem?” Moriah yelled, unable to hold it in any longer. “What is it? Just spit it out!”

Leata pushed the door open gently, rushing over to stand between them. She faced Moriah, rubbing her shoulder to calm her down.

“Breathe, manamea. In, out.”

Reaching around Leata, Nadine jerked Moriah out of Leata’s grasp and over to her side. Leata turned quickly, a deep frown on her face.

“Nadine, don’t pull on her like that. You could hurt her,” she fussed.

“And if I do then she’ll be okay. This is my child, not yours!” Nadine yelled, pointing her finger in the other woman’s face.

Leata slapped her hand away from her face. “You better keep that finger outta my face if you wanna keep it, Nadine. It does not matter if you’re her mother, it doesn’t mean you can manhandle her because you’re angry.”

“Since they were kids you’ve been trying to undermine me with my child and it stops today! You don’t tell me what I can and cannot do to and with Moriah! For the last time this is my daughter and you can’t have her! So you go back out there and with that girl and mind your got damn business, Leata!”

Moriah pulled away from her mother, stepping in between the two women. She pushed each of them gently so they all could have more space. Trinity jogged into the room to help Moriah keep them apart and be by Leata’s side.

“Mama, chill out! Stop yelling at her! She did nothing wrong!”

“Stay out of this, Moriah! She tells you everything that you wanna hear so you’ll stay with that jailbird of a son so she doesn’t have to take care of him! All you are is a stupid girl with a check to her!”

Leata chuckled humorlessly to herself and tried to walk closer despite being held at bay by Trinity, “Nadine, one more time to talk about my child. It’s gone on too long.”

“Just breathe Auntie. It ain’t worth it.” Trinity whispered.

“Did I strike a nerve? You know it’s true that’s why you’re so upset. My baby makes more than your son ever will.”

“You don’t even know what you’re talking about, Mama. Zilla makes more than I do. You’re just making stuff up at this point.” Moriah shook her head in disbelief. “You are literally trying to find any way to make him the bad guy. If you dislike him this much then you shouldn’t have come here.”

“Oh, girl,” Nadine groaned at her daughter, “You sound about as dumb as you act, Just shut up.”

“No! You shut up!”

Moriah opened her mouth to finish her statement but Nadine’s open palm making contact with her face cut her off. The sound was enough to shock Leata and Trinity, both jumped and stare in shock. Moriah stumbled back until she hit the wall and put her hand to her face. Her cheek was warm from the collision, blood pooled in her mouth and droplets fell along with the tears in her eyes. Nadine’s eyes grew wide as she realized what she had done. She meant to slap her just not as hard as she had.

“Moriah … sweetie,” Nadine said as she attempted to approach her daughter.

“No,” she yelled, “Don’t touch me! Get out, I want you to leave.”

“Baby, just let me get you some ice.”

“I don’t want you to do anything but leave,” she responded, trying to catch the blood falling from her mouth.

Trinity rushed to the bathroom to get something to catch the blood and hopefully stop it. Leata decided to stay quiet and not make any move towards Moriah as the situation had already escalated way too far.

“Moriah, I … just let me take a look at it for you.” Nadine pleaded, reaching for her again only to have Moriah recoil from her.

“I can’t do this anymore, Mama. I love you,” she paused, wincing from the pain, “I love you but I can’t do this anymore.”

“It’s just a little argument, Rye. Mama’s sorry.”

Trinity returned with a warm rag, putting it to Moriah’s mouth to wipe the blood.

“I don’t want your sorry,” she said softly after moving Trinity’s hand, “I want you to leave. Until you can accept me, Zilla, his family and our relationship, I don’t wanna talk to you.”

It felt as though Nadine’s heart had been stepped on. All she wanted was the best for her daughter and now it was all backfiring in her face.

“I’ll give you some time, Rye.”

Leata followed Nadine out to the living room and went to her purse to grab the keys to the rental. She held them out to the other woman.

“Here, take the keys.”

Nadine dabbed at the corners of her eyes before taking the keys. “Let her know that I’ll come check on her tomorrow.”

“She was clear about what she wants from you, Nadine. Give her the space she’s asking for. She’s got a lot of shit that you did to her that she needs to work through.”

“I’ve done nothing but protect her and do what’s best.”

“What you thought was best, not what she wanted and you know that.”

“She was a child, she had no clue what was best for her. As a mother sometimes you have to make hard decisions even if your child hates you for it. I wasn’t gonna let that fly.”

Taking one last look at Nadine, Leata went back to the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Nadine grabbed her purse and fixed herself up and left the apartment with her head held high. She had two days to fix a few things.

“Yo, you know that man?” Bronco asked, pointing at the man that had bumped Zilla earlier.

All five men looked in the direction he was pointing.

“Yeah he bumped into me at the bar. Other than that ion know him,” Zilla shrugged.

“He staring hard as hell at you. I think he might know you.”

Trick laughed. “Shoulder prolly hurt from when his drunk ass tried to shoulder check Z. Prolly mad.”

“Nah, nah,” Naio said, squinting in the direction of the man. “I know him, I seen him before.”

Jon raised a brow. “Where you know em from? Maybe he thought Zilla was you.”

Naio shook his head. “Nah, he know that ain’t me. He know who lil bruh is.”

“Ion know him. Who is he?” Zilla asked, his eyes still on the man.

“That’s that dude Rye dated. Timmy … Harry … some square ass name.”

“Thomas,” Zilla corrected, a glare on his face.

“Oh he want smoke,” Christian asked quietly.

Jimmy went to stand in front of Zilla blocking his view of the man. “No, don’t nobody want smoke. Let em stare all he want, he already found out you a brick wall and I know he don’t wanna do that again.”

Just as those words left Jon’s lips, Thomas was crossing the club coming in their direction. Jon tried to talk the younger men down with some help from Naio. He knew the damage a public fight would do to their careers, especially Zilla’s since it just started.

Thomas approached Zilla with a smirk.

“Nice to meet the jailbird in person. Dr. Gardner but call me Thomas,” he said, sticking his hand out.

Jon stepped in front of his younger cousin. “Whatever you came over here for, you ain’t gettin. Gone go back to your spot over there and it won’t be no problems.”

“Oh you can’t talk for yourself,” Thomas poked, peeking around at Zilla, “I guess its still hard to adjust after being locked up so long.”

“Bitch,” Zilla yelled, trying to get out of his brother’s hold.

“Aye, aye, chill out. Dude you need to get from over here.”

Thomas tried to hide his fear behind his smirk. “Nah, I’m enjoyin myself right here. Just wanted to see the waste of time Moriah has attached to her. Disappointing up close.”

Bronco stepped forward with Trick and Christian behind him. He towered over the other man.

“It really sound like you hard a’hearin. Get your ass outta here before you get tossed the fuck outta here. This ain’t a game.”

Even though he was terrified on the inside, Thomas put on a brave face and continued pushing. He took a few steps closer, pushing Jon’s hands from his chest.

“Enjoy your time with Mo, it’ll be coming to an end real soon. It’ll be nice to have her back in bed with me.”

At that, Naio took his hands off his brother realizing that there was nothing more he could do to save the stupid man standing in front of them. Zilla barrelled forward, standing inches from Thomas and glared down at him.

“Repeat that shit you said.”

Thomas swallowed hard as he stared back, the other men stood closely behind Zilla.

“No need to get all upset. You couldn’t really think she’d stay with you after I decided to let her come back with me.”

“If you know what I know you gon stay your ass away from her. She told you once already,” he spat moving closer to him, “And if she has to say it again I’m on yo ass. I promise you that.”

“You wouldn’t wanna go back to prison, would you?” Thomas chuckled.

Zilla smirked. “You must not know me. It’s whatever behind my lady. If it mean I gotta go back then that’s what it is.”

“Spoken like a true street warrior. You a grown man now, it’s time to put that little boy, thug life stuff away.”

Zilla poked Thomas’s nose harshly as he spoke, “Fuck all that. Lemme find out ya ass don’t understand what no mean. Think I’m playin’.”

Naio whispered to his brother that they were leaving and Zilla nodded. He led the group out of the section, shoulder checking Thomas almost knocking him off his feet. As the men passed the smaller man, they made eye contact giving silent promises they were sure he understood. Bronco stopped in front of him, staring down at him. A chuckled passed through him seeing Thomas shake under his stare.

“Lakeland General a nice place. Security ain’t shit though,” he said calmly. “I want you to remember that every time you see, think about or look at Rye. Aight, lil man?”

Bronco sent a gruff slap to his back as he passed him to catch up to the group. The men stood around the Jon’s car talking about the altercation when Bronco got to him,

“You hit em?” Christian asked squinting.

“Nah, not this time.” He laughed. “What we doin?”

I was tellin them, mainly Zilla, that yall need to tell Shawn what happened before he find out from somewhere else.”

“We ain’t even touch lil dude but aight.”

“Despite that dumbass we had a good time tonight and that’s what we gon focus on for right now.” Trick smiled. “And tomorrow we can worry about Shawn chewing our asses out.”

“She what?”

Leata covered his mouth quickly. “Hush, not so loud, she’s sleep. Are you gonna be quiet?” She waited for him to nod to take her hand down. “I’m not sure how it started but Moriah … she had enough then Nadine smacked her.”

His fists clenched at his side hearing his mother’s words. The night had started off promising but had since gone to hell.

“She the one that need to get her ass slapped.”

“I agree but right now, Moriah is your focus. We’ll get to Nadine later, she isn’t important.”

“What you mean she ain’t important? She slapped Fat.”

Leata grabbed his face and spoke softly, “She is not important. There’s always time to get her. Moriah needs you right now and she doesn’t need angry Zilla, she needs comforting Isayah. Okay?”

He nodded slowly staring down at his mother.

“What was bothering you when you came in here? Cause it was something.”

“Her ex was at the club, he was tryin me.”

“You didn’t put your hands on him, did you?”

He shook his head. “Nah but I should’ve. A coincidence that almost got his ass beat.”

She leaned up to kiss his face then hugged him tight. She had a feeling it wasn’t a coincidence but she wasn’t gonna tell him that. “I’m gonna go but call if you two need me to come back. I put some extra towels and washcloths on her side of the bed and there’s one on her pillow.”

“Aight, Mama. I love you.”

After his shower, Zilla eased into the bed close to his girlfriend. When he saw the dried blood on the towel beneath her head and around her mouth, his body started to heat up from anger. He grabbed the damp rag from his bedside and gently wiped around her mouth. She whined softly at the contact.

“Shhh. It’s aight, Fat. It’s just me.” He whispered softly, still cleaning the dried blood away.

Her eyes still closed, Moriah gingerly moved over to lay her head on his chest. She hissed softly when her face made contact with his body.

“You need anything?”

“No,” she answered softly.

“I got you, aight? I ain’t goin nowhere.”

Begrudgingly, Zilla got up the next morning to go to the PC. He made sure his mother and brother would be there with Moriah in case she needed anything. First thing he did was talk to Shawn, which apparently the other guys had the same idea because they were all at his office within minutes of one another. The talk went well, Shawn promised to look into it and took their word for what happened, He trained throughout the day with a few of the trainers and before lunch he went to promo class with Bronco. For much of the class, he had to force himself to stay focused on the task at hand but his mind kept drifting back to his girlfriend, wondering if she was okay and if her mother had tried to get to her again. After class, he and Bronco talked for a bit until his brother’s school called for him and when they split Booker approached.

“I ain’t get to see you after your debut so I wanted to come congratulate you and let you know you tore the roof off that place, you hear me?” He laughed. “Boy, yo daddy so proud of you. I know he is.”

“Preciate that,” he chuckled, “I hope he is.”

“Ain’t no hopin’, he is very, very, very proud of you. Okay?”

Zilla nodded as he checked his phone, he replied to his brother’s text then looked back up at his mentor.

“What’s up? I did something?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, I just … what happened last night?” Booker asked.

Zilla shrugged. “Got into with this dude but I ain’t hit em or nothin. I ain’t even yell. How you even knew about that?”

“Shawn asked me plus there’s a video floating around on social media. But it just looks like a very aggressive conversation.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty much what it was. He thought he was gon say what he wanted and I let em know that it don’t work that way.”

Booker put a hand on his shoulder, “I get that and I understand that especially as a man. It’s hard but sometimes you have to let people be people.”

Zilla’s face twisted at his words and he sucked his teeth. “I don’t care what he said about me but when it come to Moriah, I’m not lettin shit slide. She already let enough people do that shit, I ain’t addin to that list.”

“Listen, listen,” Booker demanded softly, “I’m not telling you to let nobody disrespect her. All I’m saying is just think about it. Act as if there’s a camera pointed at you when you’re in public. The company wants you to carry yourself a certain way.”

“It sound like you want me to do that, not the company. I said what I said and Ima stand on it. I’m not lettin no disrespect come to her.”

“I’m not tryna upset you, Zilla. I just wanna help.”

“Yeah, help.” He mumbled. “That’s all you wanted?”

“Yeah but,” Booker was cut off by the younger man.

“Cool, I’m out. I’m done for the day and I gotta get home.”

Lakeland General was buzzing as usual when Nadine slipped in. She searched the pediatric floor in search of Thomas, waving away the nurses who offered her any help. On a mission, she finally spotted him with a patient and stood at the door watching him. A smile slowly spread across her face thinking of how happy she would be if Moriah would just listen. Nadine cleared her throat gaining his attention, he wrapped up his conversation with the parents then stepped out of the room closing the door behind him.

“I wasn’t expecting you up here, Ms. Nadine.”

“Well I figured I’d come see my son in law plus we need to talk,” she said pointedly, “It’s important.”

Thomas looked around for a moment then led her to the hallway near the elevators. He stuck his hands in his pockets huffing softly.

“So I guess you heard what happened?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You heard what happened last night? I assume that’s why you’re here.”

Nadine frowned. “No but go ahead and tell me,Thomas.”

“Well,” he paused when a doctor stepped off the elevator, “I went to the club since you told me they were gonna be there. I bumped him at the bar but he didn’t really react. The guy standing next to him just wrote me off as a drunk guy.”

Thomas continued to relay the story to her, her face was stone and she showed no emotion.

“Thomas, I could have told you that trying to start something with him wasn’t a good idea. That’s what their family does and sweetie, they’re much bigger than you.” She said sweetly rubbing the side off his face. “I didn’t tell you that he would be there for you to start a fight. You leave the planning to me.”

“I was uh .. I was just trying to help.”

While they were talking, Toni was coming out of the pediatric supply closet with an arm full of items needed down in the ED. As she was approaching the elevator bank she heard Moriah’s name and Thomas’s voice, she moved to the nearest corner to listen.

“And I love that you’re helping me get my daughter away from him but like I said leave the planning to me. Just lay low for right now, we’ve hit a bump in the road.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah just that boy and his family are really sinking their teeth into my baby. But don’t you worry, I’ve got something in mind that will clear all of this.”

Thomas raised a brow. “Yeah? You sure it’s gonna work?”

“Oh I know it,” she smirked, “I’ve been trying to get her to leave him but she won’t. So I have to make him leave her.”

“You think he’s gonna?”

“Oh most definitely. Once I pull out my secret weapon, he won’t wanna be with her any longer. I’m sure of it.”

Thomas smiled a little. “Can I know what it is?”

“Okay but keep it to yourself.”

Toni listened extra carefully as Nadine spoke, she had to cover her mouth to muffle the gasp that left her lips. She couldn’t imagine why a mother would take such delight in ruining her only child’s relationship. A light bulb went off in her head, Thomas already knew Moriah so when he approached her in the parking garage all he was trying to do was use Toni as a pawn.

After Nadine left, Toni was able to get back down to the ED, her mind still on the conversation.

“Hey, friend.”

Looking up from her device, Toni chuckled under her breath seeing Bronco smiling at her.

“I’m gonna assume the other one isn’t here since Moriah is off. Did he send you to disrupt my ED, Bronco?”

He laughed a little gesturing behind him. “Nah, my lil brother fell at school and he needa get checked out.”

Toni glanced at the young boy and smiled then squinted at the man in front of her. “And you bought him here? Does he not have a primary care doctor?”

Bronco leaned on the encounter still smiling. “He do but I hadn’t seen my friend in a few days plus I know you gon make sure my boy straight.”

“Uhuh,” she hummed, eyeing him, “Come on, I’ll take him to 5.”

Bronco followed her with his brother right beside him. He stood back once they were in the exam room, watching her get him situated in the bed.

“Alright, a nurse will be in shortly then the doctor. Want some juice or anything, sweetheart?”

“Yes ma'am please.”

“Okay,” she winked, “I'll have the nurse bring it.”

As she was walking out, Bronco grabbed her arm gently pulling her back.

“Yes?”

Licking his lips, Bronco’s eyes swept over her. “What I gotta do to get you to be his nurse?”

“I need to run my ED.” She said, gently pulling her arm away from him.

“It'll be there. This ain't gon take but a minute.” He poked his lip out at her playfully. “Pleaaaase.”

She stared at him trying not to smile. “Fine, fine. I'll be right back. But you owe me, Bronco.”

“And I plan to pay you back and then some, friend.”

“I’m busy, Hassan. I’ll call you back later.”

“I don’t care. We need to talk,” he responded sternly.

Nadine huffed while she actually wasn’t busy, she didn’t feel like talking to him. She moved her suitcase over and sat on the side of the hotel bed.

“What do you want, Hassan?”

“I wanna know why you thought it was okay to put your hands on our daughter? Have you seen her face? You left a bruise, Nadine.”

There was a brief silence between them. She would never say that hitting her was unintentional but she did not mean for the slap to be that hard. Nadine was surprised it took him two days to reach out to her about it.

“Nothing to say now?”

Nadine sighed. “What do you want me to say, Hassan? She’s my child and I can discipline her the way I see fit. And I did not mean to hit her that hard, I apologized for hitting her that hard.”

“Do you hear yourself? Moriah is an adult. You’re apologizing for the force behind it but not the entire act? Seriously, Nadine.”

“You are just like Leata. Making excuses for her disrespect. I was not about to let her yell at me that way,” Nadine fussed. “Did she tell you that she told me to shut up? I bet she didn’t tell you that.”

“She told me everything and frankly I would’ve told you to shut your ass up too. You spent the whole night talking down to all three of them and disrespecting Moriah and our son in law’s relationship. You’re lucky she put up with you as long as she did.”

“Dammit, Hassan! Stop calling him that!”

Hassan sat quietly to gather his emotions and not get so worked up. He was never an outwardly angry man, choosing to be cool, colm and collected when it came to conflict and he was not about to let Nadine change that.

“Moriah told me what she told you before she put you out,” he relayed in his normal calm tone. “I told you this day would come if you didn’t watch the way you treated her. She means what she said.”

“What are you her spokesperson? You don’t care about our daughter’s life or her future. But I should’ve known when you picked that job over your family.”

Hassan took a slow deep breath. “I’m not about to rehash that with you because you and I both know the truth. But to answer your question, in a way I am her spokesperson. She wanted me to let you know if you have anything you wanna say to her or ask her that you need to go through me and she’ll decide if she wants to respond.”

Nadine scoffed. “I do not need a middle man. I can talk to my daughter whenever I want to and she will answer.”

“Goodbye, Nadine.”

#aao #zilla fatu #zilla & moriah #the samoan dynasty #the bloodline

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Past Regrets // Shuri

Summary: You made a promise to T'Challa in the events of his secret illness. A promise you couldn't keep without hurting Shuri. If you could change the past, you would.

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst // Fluff // Mentioned Character Death // My sorry ass attempt at angst lol //

Words: 2.5k

Bendifuna usisi wam omdala - I needed my older sister.

A/N: As stated this is my sorry excuse for angst. Some of yall are GIFTED. Because yall be making me cry and shit! Lol

You remained still as you heard Ayo announce that you were home. You never thought you'd be back in Wakanda so soon. The phone call was brief but unpleasant. The king, T'Challa had passed on. The man you called your brother. The man who helped you in your dark times. The only one besides Queen Ramonda who understood your reasoning to leave Wakanda behind in the first place. He had requested you be there for the funeral. To console his mother and sister. Giving the Queen words of comfort was easy but Shuri? She will most likely shut you out immediately. After all, you didn't leave on good terms with the princess.

"Y/N. We have arrived." Ayo spoke softly. She always treated you with respect. Even after falling out with your sister Okoye and your ex. Okoye was another thought that caused your stomach to drop. You haven't seen or spoken to her since you left 2 years ago. It was time to face them all as you felt the ship land. You slowly stood as the door opened revealing the soft smile of the Queen and the scowl of the princess. As you step off the aircraft Queen Ramonda was the first to welcome you with a tight hug.

"Thank you for coming back my child." She smiled before you gave a small bow. You made no move to hug Shuri as you spoke to the pair. More so the queen.

"My condolences to you Queen mother. Princess." You locked eyes with Shuri for a second before turning back to her mother. "I hope to offer comfort for your loss." She gave a short nod before motioning to Aneka to show you your room.

“She didn’t have to come back mother. We don’t need her here.”, You winced at the malice in Shuri’s hushed voice before the queen called out to you once more.

"I will be there to speak with you soon Y/N. It's good to have you home." She said as you followed the Dora to your old room. It was still the way you left it. Nothing had been moved out of place.

"I was expecting my room to have been changed into a place where Shuri throws her old projects in." You said and Aneka shook her head.

"Both T'Challa and the Queen insisted nothing be touched in case you ever decided to come back. You ran your fingers over the dresser before biting the bullet. "How's Okoye?" She let out a small sigh before giving you a wide smile.

"She's okay. She was supposed to accompany the family upon your arrival but asked me to come instead." You gave a short laugh as you sat on your bed looking up at the ceiling. "Sounds like her. Thank you Aneka." The Dora dismissed herself as you began to go through your bag, ugly memories flooding back, filling you with sadness.

// Flashback //

"What are you on about now Y/N?" Shuri asked you with her face buried in the sequence before her. Ever since Killmonger attacked a couple of years back she's been stuck in the lab doing any and everything she could possibly think of. Except get good rest and actually eat a meal.

"Shuri you haven't left this lab in weeks. You have to rest for awhile sthandwa." You said in a soft voice but she waved you off. You were trying not to get upset as you watched her speed around the lab. "Shuri I'm serious. Your mother is worried about you. And T'Challa wishes to see his sister more." While it was true you also wished you could tell her the full truth. The truth is T'Challa now has an undisclosed illness. He doesn't want to tell Shuri because of how she'll react. All you can do is try to push her to spend all the time she can with him. As neither you, his mother or he knows when the time will come. "They can easily walk in here if they want to see me so badly."

"After everything that has happened don't you think you should be with them more? Killmonger? Thanos? You all lost so many years after that. Goes to show anything could happen and you all should spend quality time." You said and she froze before throwing her tablet down on the table.

"And how would you know? You didn't get snapped away!"

"No but I had to deal with the loss of all of you! I had to live here while you all were gone! Don't make this seem like I was affected. I just want to help!" You shouted as she was in your face now.

"I don't need help Y/N! Why try to fix what isn't broken? Everything is fine. Everyone is fine. We don't need a family therapy session." She spat and you dropped your shoulders in defeat.

"I'm just saying anything can happen, Shuri." You spoke as she turned her back to continue working. You looked up at the ceiling to keep the tears from falling down your face. You didn't want to tell her why you pushed so hard for them to spend time. Not during a fight. But it was now or never. "I'm leaving Wakanda." She spun on her heels as you stared at the floor not wanting to see her reaction.

"This is not a time for jokes Y/N." She said and your eyes found hers. Disbelief floating around her orbs and you bit your lip. Realization crossed her features when you didn't respond and you swore you saw a flash of anger quickly replace it. "Seriously. You're leaving me." You didn't want her to think that way and opened your mouth to speak before the door to the lab opened as Okoye entered.

"You two can be heard all the way down the hall. Can you just make up and relax?" She questioned before looking between you. You avoided Shuri's stare as she burned holes through your face. "What is going on?"

"Go ahead Y/N. Tell her." You sadly sighed as you were put on the spot. You had planned it out how to let everyone down gently. Including Okoye. "Tell her! What are you scared of your big sister now?" You tilted your head at her outburst before Okoye stood in front of you.

"I'm leaving. Leaving Wakanda for awhile." You mumbled and she went rigid as you searched her face for a reaction. Anything. But it seems she was still in her Dora Milaje state as the princess was present. It hurt.

"Since you're leaving, Okoye will see you out." Ouch

"Shuri-"

"You've said enough now, get out. Go enjoy your life. You won't be missed here." You turned to your sister for help but she stood tall without as much as a word. You scoffed at the two before exiting the lab with haste not bothering to look back.

// End of Flashback //

And you haven't turned back until now. A soft knock interrupted your thoughts and you turned to see Queen Ramonda with a smile on her lips. She scammed your face and could tell you were having an internal battle with yourself. Without a word she pulled you into a hug rubbing your back with words of comfort. "Everything will be alright Y/N."

"I'm supposed to be comforting you remember?" You laughed and she rubbed your arms.

"I think it is best if you talk to her. Maybe it will do you both some good."

"Some good? She's probably going to ignore me until I force her to talk. After our last fight, I'm sure she doesn't want anything to do with me."

"I beg to differ. She still isn't aware of the reason you left. Her brother never got the chance to tell her." She said and you felt your body freeze up. She still just thinks you just up and left. You gave a small nod as she kissed the top of your head before moving to leave you to your thoughts. You couldn't find the strength to move from your spot as you tried to think of what to say. 'Hey I'm sorry I left but you needed to hang out with your brother before he died?' Sounds like the perfect icebreaker. Pushing your braids out of your face you gathered your courage before making your way to the lab. Your palms started to sweat as you balled your fists trying to calm your nerves. Upon entering you lowered your eyes to the ground, hearing all the commotion around you. Then you heard her.

"It's simple really. But I'm sure you tried your best." She spoke to a scientist before she turned to walk the other way. Her being froze when she met your gaze and you bit the inside of your cheek. "Is there something you need?"

"No I'm just-"

"Then you have no reason to be in my lab." She spat and you sighed. She's still mad. Why wouldn't she be?

"Princess if you just hear me out." You tried to reason with her before she dropped her things and turned to look at you. Memories of your last fight came rushing back but you held your ground, refusing to be intimidated. She grew taller and now stood over you but you had a promise to keep.

"There's nothing for me to hear. You said what you had to say the last time you were in here. Now leave." She said with authority in her voice, leaving you a bit irritated. "Now you're hard of hearing? I said leave."

"I am not one of your scientists, Shuri. You will NOT speak to me as such. So stop acting like a child and let's talk." You retorted, dropping all formalities as she held an unreadable look in her eyes.

"Leave us." She said in a low voice before all of the scientists scurried out of the room. "You have some nerve."

"Oh I have plenty. But I made a promise to your brother to be there for you and Queen Ramonda. And I plan to keep it whether you like it or not." Your words held her attention and she stood a few steps away from you. You held her stare before another familiar voice spoke out to you.

"I can hear you both all the way down the hall. Can we not talk in a civilized manner without going at each other's throats?" Okoye scorned and you lowered your gaze to the floor. Even after not seeing her for years you still felt intimidated by the older woman.

"We were just talking." Your words came out mumbled and Shuri scoffed.

"Now you're afraid of your older sister? What happened to all that nerve Y/N? You had so much of it when you got up and left. Left your home. My mother and brother. Okoye. You left me." She spat in your face and you swear you could hear your heart beating through your ears.

"But I had a good reason. You'd know that if you'd just listen to me." Shuri threw up her hands as she turned away from you. She was done with the conversation and won’t even listen to your reasoning.

"T'Challa wanted to give everything he could to everyone before he passed. Nakia, Queen Ramonda, you! He chose to suffer in silence so he could make that happen." You were trying so hard to keep it together in front of them. "His last hope for me. He wanted me to finish my education back in the states. Finish where I left off before he became king. He felt bad for me having to pause my education. He wanted me to make something of myself and then come back here to stand by your side! I was supposed to graduate BEFORE he died." You had tears rolling down your cheeks as you let out all the pain you held in your body. "You think you were the only one who was hurting?! He told me he was sick and to keep it to myself until he told you himself. I was going to tell you anyway but you were just so angry and unreasonable that day I said I was just leaving. I didn't want to tell you while we were fighting! I didn't want to leave but I respected T'Challa's wishes because he treated me like I was part of the family."

"Y/N maybe we should-

"And you! After everything I begged you to help me figure out how to talk to her before I left. But you kept saying the princess had things to do or the princess is busy. The princess did not need distractions. You never understood how I felt! You were always in Dora mode! Why do you think I don't talk to you!" You screamed as she stood tall but you could see tears starting to form. Her mask was failing.

"I didn't need the General of the Dora Milaje to tell me what to do! Bendifuna usisi wam omdala!"(I needed my older sister!) The words slipped past your lips in Xhosa and Okoye let the tear fall down her face. "I needed my sister. I needed you! And you both pushed me away." The silence that engulfed the room became too much for you to handle so you quickly thought of a way to run and hide. Something you were used to doing. You wiped your face before fixing your composure. "I'm sorry for bothering you princess."

You turned on your heels leaving the two in silence as you went back to your room. You walked over to the balcony and leaned on the railing. The wind breezed past you and you let your eyes close to take in the comforting feeling. You felt your body sway a little as you thought back to simpler times. Times where you and Shuri would pull limitless pranks on T'Challa. Having dinner with the family. Okoye giving you sisterly advice. Your first kiss with Shuri. Letting out a sigh you felt a presence behind you and turned to see Queen Ramonda standing with her hands intertwined.

"My apologies for interrupting you dear." She smiled as she joined you outside. "Ayo informed me of your conversation with Shuri."

"Wouldn't call it a conversation. More of a screaming match. And I did most of the screaming." You said as you found yourself in her motherly embrace. "I didn't mean to yell. It's like something snapped and I couldn't hold it all in anymore."

"It's alright child. I'm not angry with you. Honestly I'm happy you let it out. Give Shuri some things to think about."

"Queen mother. Maybe it was a mistake coming back." You whispered and she gave a soft smile.

"There are no mistakes. But if you feel as if this is not for you, I'll get the jet prepared to take you back home." She rubbed your arms and you shook your head.

"I promised T'Challa I'd give my support. To both you and the princess. It hurts, yes. But I won't break that promise. It's the last thing he wished for me." She gave a small nod. Her silence was deafening but deep down you knew she understood. She understood everything. “I’ll stay. But I’ll make sure to be out of the way. I won’t cause any more trouble.” Ramonda gave a short scoff as she hugged you tighter. A familiar warmth washed over you as you brought your own arms around the Queen. A warmth you refuse to let go of a second time.

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bebe-writes-stuff · 3 months

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I made a

Tokyo Rev prompt

Bluelock prompt

MHA prompt

-- Go read them!! JJK is next, obviously, like how could I even forget. I gotta compensate yall for the amount of trauma Gege is giving yall. MY MAN IS GONE, GEGE, I HATE YOU. -- Ima tell yall right now, this fanfic has absolutely no fucking relation to the current timeline of this tragic asf anime. okAy?-- Anyway this prompt,

For this story I wanted a specific theme and certain character development for Y/n, (I literally use what I learn from my English class to write these mfing stories...embarrassing)

At the beginning, Y/n, leads a reserved and quiet life not because she is shy but she just finds it better not to associate with other people. Because she possesses the ability to feel and perceive the true emotions of others. This ability makes her more of an observer than a talker, She can feel peoples Anger, Sadness, Fear, Anxiety, Guilt, Shame, Jealousy, Envy, Disgust, Frustration, Loneliness, Despair, Regret, Resentment, Insecurity, All of it. but because those people's emotions weren't long term and not intense, Y/n couldn't see curses (for now) but deep within her soul, she knew something evil was around. So one day, something tragic happens, I have decided what yet. But because this certain event caused very intense negative emotions that Y/n could feel, it was like a veil had been removed from her eyes and she started seeing curses. It was like a nightmare at first, the constant horrifying creatures she'd run into. but for some reason, they would never attack her, in fact they'd take off and run away any place she was near. which was strange because for a curse to be frightened something has to have an even greater cursed energy which is exactly the case with Y/n. She hasn't realized yet but every time Y/n felt someone's negative emotion, it transferred to her. As a result causing her to have an immense amount of cursed energy, it's so great that even jujutsu sorcerers and the higher up can sense it from miles away, without even understanding who or what this cursed energy was coming from they decided to execute it as soon as they get hold on it, the only issue was they couldn't place where this cursed energy was coming from. It was like a switch, sometimes it was so intense and sometimes there was absolutely no trace of it. but what the higher ups don't know, Gojo (daddy) has already traced y/ns location and sent a certain 3 students to supervise and watch her, but that doesn't go unnoticed by her which she's pretty quick to notice her pursuers and doesn't take long to confront them. also I still haven't decided a cursed technique for her...Womp Womp

--Oml idk if this made any sense, for some reason when I have an idea I can't write 100% of what I want, ughhhh, enjoy, and let me know if you guys want this fic--

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lunar-knight84 · 9 months

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RED DRESS

Adult Kyle broflovski x reader summary : it's been years since you last seen kyle and going to your high school reunion may make it a bit awkward then normal

Warning/stuff inside: Fluff, OOC, small angst, a bit of touching without consent (yall he just takes you to dance without asking!and does some other romantic touches without asking ), suggestive flirting, not spell checked or proof read.

Kind of inspired by the song red dress by magic

Disclaimer: this is my first fanfic so please be kind I didn’t have any one to look at it or anything and I think the ending is kind of rush so if you have any tips feel free to share! Also I’m sorry if this is really bad I tired. I hope you enjoy

It's been years and finally it's the night you have been dreading ever since you left your high school to begin with. It's your 10 year highschool reunion and it's going to absolutely suck. You have been dreading the night since your friend victor chaos mentioned it a few nights ago. He was super excited to see his old friend Kenny again but you on the other hand were not so keen on seeing old friends especially the one and only kyle broflovski. He turned your life upside down when you actually started talking to him in junior year of high school. He not only stole your food but he most importantly stole your heart ... .which is why it hurt so terribly when broke up with you on the last day of senior year. You honestly didn't see it coming just like how you cant seem to find anything wearable to this event. ¨cmonnn Y/N we are gonna be so lateeee¨ say your friend Red who you called to come help you with what to wear ¨red give me a moment i think i found what to wear!!!¨ you say excitedly as you come out of your bathroom wearing a beautiful red dress which shows off your body just in the right way to make you look stunning. Red gasp and giggles excitedly as she pulls you in for a hug ¨you look beautiful!¨ you chuckle ̈thanks Red you look absolutely stunning as well! Are you ready to go?¨ you say kind of excited at the thought maybe actually having some fun with red at this event ¨yup!¨ she links arms with you as you both head out to the event. Once you arrive your high school still looks the same as you and red reminisce about all the memories you had here together as you walk into the gym. The gym is packed and you could see a few faces that you recognize as you start to believe that Kyle might not be here. Red waves at you and points to her cousin Craig letting you know she's gonna talk with him for a bit as you find yourself walking around the gym exploring it. Soon you bump into your old friend Victor chaos ¨hey vic!¨ you say as you hug him ¨hey Y/N It's awesome that you came! You look fantastic!!¨ he says in a cheery voice and his eyes soon spot someone else ¨oh look there kenny!¨ he says again in a cheery tone as he points to where kenny is and your about to go p to kenny but that when you see the familiar color of apple red hair that stops you in your tracks ¨what wrong Y/N-Oh i see¨ victor says as he notices kyle ¨well the Y/N you know where to find me if you want some NFTs or if you need something else! Victor says as he walks over to Kenny leaving you in somewhat of a conflicted state. You decide to get some punch to figure a way out of this event without seeming rude as you hear a voice call out ¨HEY YOU IN THE RED DRESS¨ which immediately catches your attention and causes you to spin around and be met with emerald eyes looking at you. You immediately feel heat rise to your cheek as you begin to remember all the memories you had with those precious green eyes as you mumble out ¨hello Kyle¨. Kyle smiles at you ¨hello Y/N…you look beautiful tonight…¨ he says with a charming tone as he continues to scan your body in that beautiful red dress. ¨thank you kyle..so um how have you been…¨ you say nervously as you hope a bit of small talk will get him to leave your side .¨ive been well N/N…what about you?¨ he says as he sips his drink still staring at you. Hearing the nickname he gave you tumble out of his lips makes more heat spill out onto your cheek as you smile nervously ¨i've been good kyle what about yourself?¨ you say as you hope this awkward conversion will end soon ¨i've been good as well N/N…had my mind on someone lately…¨ he said with a charming smile as he winked at you. You look at him with conflicted eyes as you not sure how to feel about his words as you bite your lip in thought but you suddenly feel him get closer to you ¨N/N what are you thinking about~¨ he whispers with a soft smile as if his words were innocent but you could tell by the mischievous glimpse in his eye that it could possibly be anything but innocent. You brush him off as you lean away from him ¨nothing of importance to you kyle… ¨

you say with a small smile unsure of how to proceed from here. Kyle chuckles as you take your hand and pulls you by your back closer to him to dance. This obviously catches you off guard as you're about to push him away as he softly says ¨i'm sorry Y/N…i'm sorry for hurting you…i didn't..¨ he says in a sorrowful tone as it seems he can't get the rest of his words out as he hangs his head a bit low . You're swaying with him now as you realize the whole break up must have been on Kyle's mind if he's apologizing for it now. You sigh as you're not sure whether to forgive this man in front of you or to leave his embrace and try to move onto the night. You stare up at him as you hug him gently ¨it's okay kyle..¨ you say gently unsure of how to comfort him. He immediately cups your cheeks making you look at his emerald eyes as he speaks ¨Y/N its not okay… I heard how badly you were taking the break up and I truly didn't know how it would affect you…I thought that it would be better to break up before we headed to college to prevent more feelings getting hurt…im sorry..forgive me please…¨ his emerald eyes look into your silently pleading for you to forgive him. You think for a moment as you tightly hug him and say ¨it's in the past kyle…i forgive you okay..¨ you cup his cheek as you smile softly as you both hug each other and sway a bit more enjoying this event together . It takes some time until you hear Kyle's voice in your ear as he says ¨you know.. N/N i think i gotta find a way to take this off..¨ He moves his hand lower down your back and grips gently at the fabric of your dress. This causes heat to spread to your cheek as you chuckle a bit but before you could respond he then say ¨i've got a lot of love for you N/N that i should've given you back then..and believe me it's only grown stronger seeing you in this beautiful red dress… …mind if i make it up to you and maybe take you out to dinner?...¨ He makes eye contact with you as he asks this and smiles a bit sheepishly hoping you'll say yes. You smile brightly at his offer and say ¨of course kyle…i would love to go to dinner with you..¨ You hug him again as you feel a warmness fill your heart. While kyle broflovski may sometimes turn your world upside down…it was always worth it…<3

#southpark x reader #south park #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #x reader #first fanfic

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cherriscoups · 11 months

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The Ghost of Noria University | Episode 03

Pairing: Seungcheol x Fem!Reader (ft. SVT & other idols)

Words: 1057

Content: strangers to lovers, college au, non-idol!Seungcheol, workaholic!reader, reader has implied social anxiety, she/her pronouns used to describe reader

A/N: its been 84 years. so many things have happened in my life since the last episode. I honestly didn't realise how long it's been since my last update. Thank you so much for your patience! updates will still be slow but will be more frequent than the 7 month break i took. here's a shorter episode to start with. hope yall like this! reblogs are much appreciated <3

disclaimer: this is purely fictional. any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. These characters aren't meant to reflect the real personalities of the idols, it is purely a product of my imagination.

taglist: @autumn-lv @wonuskie (if you wanna join the taglist, do let me know)

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You find yourself back where you were initially seated but this time, in between Chan and Seungcheol instead of Doyeon. The Professor had told everyone to find seats once they grouped up and Seungcheol suggested you take a seat at the back of the class. There were 2 girls who were seated to Seungcheol’s right and were ogling him. The both of them also had the number 3 on their paper and followed you all upon hearing Seungcheol asking around for anyone with the number 3.

Chan was still holding onto your hand. You had no intention of letting go though, especially with how awkward the air above you was. Chan and Doyeon often took turns helping to ground you whenever you got anxious and now it was Chan’s turn to help.

The girl with a wolf cut spoke first, breaking the silence. “My name is Ryujin. It’s nice to meet you all. Especially you.” she said while looking at Seungcheol. You see him purse his lips while nodding slightly. The girl next to her then introduced herself, also openly admitting that she’s a fan of his. Yuna. You realised that while Jeonghan and Joshua entertained their fans, Seungcheol never really bothered.

Chan introduces himself next, leaving you and Seungcheol to introduce yourselves. You look at him and he looks at you, both of you waiting for the other to speak first. Chan gives your hand a squeeze and you decide to break the silence. “I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you all.” You see Seungcheol smile a little and Ryujin’s face goes cold when she notices it too.

“I’m Seungcheol, but you all probably already knew that.” He says with a little bit of arrogance painting his voice.

The class quiets down for a bit as everyone settles down in their groups. The Professor, Professor Seo, finally started his lesson. The lesson was pretty easy to follow granted that you had already looked up all the study material needed for all of your classes. You could occasionally hear Ryujin and Yuna giggle but for the most part, the lesson went by pretty quietly. You were focused on the lesson and were periodically helping Chan when he needed help. When the lesson started, you mentally put up a wall between you and Seungcheol, which by the way, was something you were good at, in order to focus. You were not intending to put down your mental wall until the lesson ended.

And soon, the lesson did end. Before ending, Professor Seo gives the class a mini assignment. Seungcheol asks the group if anyone wants to set up a group chat to discuss our assignments and Ryujin offers to set it up. You all end up giving your phone numbers to her.

“Do you want to be the group leader?” Chan asks Ryujin. You do need to put someone’s name as the leader and since Ryujin is setting up the group chat, Chan decided to ask her.

She looks at Chan and then looks at Seungcheol. “I think Seungcheol should be the leader.”

He takes a moment to think about her offer. And then he looks at you. “Only if Y/N agrees to be the assistant leader,” he says, leaving Yuna baffled and Ryujin seething with anger. A moment of awkward silence fills the air. Surprisingly, Ryujin is the one to break the silence.

“So are you going to agree or not?” There’s a hint of spite in her voice, making you aware of the fact that you might have accidentally made an enemy on your first day of your second year. You realise that neither of the answers you give would pacify her so you decide to actually take up the offer. You end up taking yourself, and Chan, by surprise with your answer.

“Oh my god I’m an idiot!”

You’re back at the cafe where you started your morning but this time, only with Jun and Chan. You have a 3 hour break and decided to come back to the cafe for lunch solely to avoid having to see Seungcheol and his friends as well as Ryujin and her friends. Minnie and Doyeon’s schedules were different from the 3 of you which is why they weren’t at the cafe.

After the incident in class, Seungcheol’s friends showed up and you couldn’t ask him why he wanted you to be the assistant leader of the group. Ryujin packed her stuff and left with Yuna while sulking, leaving you to finally process what just happened. Jun had walked up to the both of you and Chan suggested going back to the cafe knowing that you wouldn’t want to be on campus grounds after what just happened. Chan quietly briefed Jun on what had happened in class.

“So why did you say yes?” Jun asks.

“I don’t know! The pressure? The fact that Ryujin looked like she was going to murder me regardless of what I said? I don’t know.” You put your head into your palms, trying to gather yourself.

“Maybe you can use this to help you fight your fear?” Jun suggests, though he knew it wouldn’t be a good idea.

“Are you kidding? It’s already bad enough that I have to be in a group with him AND he wants me to be his assistant?! I made an enemy, EN. NE. MY. because of his stupid little remark. I did not spend an entire year making myself invisible just for Mr Has Everyone’s Attention to ruin it!”

Your response leaves both Jun and Chan wide eyed.

“You know him?” Chan questions you.

It was at this moment when you realised that while you were externalising your anger, you might have accidentally acknowledged the fact that you knew him.

“Do. Not. Tell. Doyeon.” You briefly go over how you know him without mentioning that you once found him attractive. It took Chan and Jun awhile to process the fact that you knew the guy from the library and yet you didn’t say anything about it.

“Ok but what if he knew you from that class? It’s kind of obvious if there’s only one person who’s more interested in running out of the class than trying to flirt with him.” Jun suggests.

“Yeah, right. What is this, a romance book?” Chan scoffs.

Did I make a mistake?

#cherriscoups #cherriscoups: noria university #svt #scoups #seventeen #seventeen x reader #svt seungcheol #strangers to lovers #non idol au #seventeen scenarios #seungcheol fanfic #choi seungcheol

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cvsmixnaya · 1 year

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happy holi

pairings: eren x indian!reader

pronouns: she/her

summary: it’s eren’s first holi since he moved to mumbai with his girlfriend y/n and she decides to celebrate it with him and their friends.

cw: swearing cause come on it’s me, mentions of getting drunk

a/n: happy holi my desi lovelies!! if yall didn’t know, holi is one of my festivals celebrated in india and cause it’s so much fun and since i couldn’t celebrate this year cause of my injury i’m writing a one shot😭 there’s gonna be hindi speaking so im gonna put translations. enjoy this piece!!!

Eren was sitting on the couch watching TV. Nothing special. He was in Mumbai or what locals say Bombay sharing a house with his one and only girlfriend, Y/n. She was currently out buying colour but he doesn’t know that. They moved to the city she was born and raised in 5-6 months ago and it’s Eren’s first holi but he doesn’t know it’s today.

Y/n made an excuse to leave the house to buy colour to put on his face. Come on, it’s holi! It’s the festival of COLOURS!! What Eren also doesn’t know is that his friends are in the city to celebrate together along with Y/n’s friends from when she used to live here.

Y/n got the colours ready on her hands and rang the doorbell. The moment Eren opened the door, colour was smeared all over his face.

“Happy holi!!” Y/n wishes while smearing all sort of colours on his face and neck and some even went in his hair.

“Babe, stop! i have colour all over my face! agh fuck” He complains while trying to wipe the colour off which only made it spread more and all of this caused Y/n to laugh making her realise how much she really missed this since she used to celebrate with her friends before.

“Eren, come on! It’s your very first holi and you don’t know how much i missed it so im gonna make you have the time of your life today.”

Eren looks at her with a small smile cause she’s right. She hasn’t done this in a long time and it is his first holi and he wanted to know what the hype was cause Y/n had been talking about this for a month.

“Ya but did you really have to surprise me with a full colour attack?” He asked while still trying to wipe off the colour. It just made him look even funnier.

“Babe, that’s the fun! You get to raid your friend’s house when they least expect it. Plus, it’s holi! the festival of colours of course I’m gonna attack you. Now wash your face and go get changed. Wear your most worn out clothes. We are celebrating” She instructs him.

“Why worn out clothes?” He asks the most stupidest question causing her to look at him like he’s dumb.

Y/n starts explaining, “Are you dumb? Babe, your clothes are gonna get stained really badly cause there’s colour everywhere. It’s pretty obvious but anyways, go get ready, i’ll make some food to eat quickly and then we’ll leave”

Eren groans and leaves to get ready. Y/n prepares a quick snack to eat and after that gets a bag she prepared with extra clothes for after the event they are going to. During all of this she gets a call from her best friend Dhanisha.

She gets excited and answers it.

“Hello? haan bol”

“Tu aana wali hai na? Varne mein tere ko marne wali hu” Dhanisha threatens light heartedly of course.

“Haan mein aa rahi hu. kitna baje aa jaun? dusre logo ko bhi bolna hai” She asks her to confirm

translation: “Hello, ya say”

“You’re coming right? Otherwise I’ll kill you”

“Ya I’m coming. What time should i come. I have to tell others also”

“Come by 1 o’clock and come fast pleaseeee, I haven’t met you in so long even though you came 5 months.”

“Ya ya I’ll be there quickly ok? I’ll see you later, byeeeee”

She said bye and hung up the phone.

“Who was that?” A voice spoke scaring Y/n causing her to jump in fear. She realised it was her boyfriend.

“It was my best friend Dhanisha. I just realised you never met her. Well doesn’t matter cause you’ll meet her soon. Anyways, are you ready cause we need to leave now. It’ll take an hour atleast to reach cause there’s gonna be traffic.”

Eren nods while saying yes and Y/n tells him to get in the car while she brings everything outside. He sits waiting for his girlfriend to arrive and after a minute she’s outside getting in the car with a bag and dumps it in the back seat.

He looked at her confused. “What’s all that for?”

“Extra clothes for us for after the event and some food to eat on the way and back so help yourself”

He nods and decides to eat a little later. Eren gets his phone and tries to connect his phone to the aux but Y/n stops him immediately.

“Ummm what are you doing? I’m playing music because we need the perfect vibe. Sorry Babe, maybe next time.” She says while patting his cheek.

Y/n starts her music and starts driving to the destination. Eren is not gonna lie, but he really liked the music that she was playing. Definitely good taste.

“Wow babe, you really do have good taste.” He compliments her while nodding his head in approval.

She smiles proud of herself and says thanks and continues driving. As she expected, there was traffic and was dying but she dealt with this everyday so she’s used to it. Eren however was impatient and was gonna rage.

After 10 minutes they finally reach. She parks the car and goes to the entrance finding her friends.

She sends a quick text to Mikasa to let her and the others know they’re here and waiting for her and the others. Eren still has no idea about this. His gang is staying at a hotel nearby and will reach in 2 mins.

Her best friend Dhanisha sees her and immediately runs to her. Y/n sees this and gets excited. They jump into a hug and stay like that for a whole minute.

“N/N MY JAAN I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!” She says while hugging y/n.

“I fucking missed you too oh shit I’m gonna cry” Y/n says and lets go of the hug. Eren smiles at the reunion and wishes his friends were here with him.

“OH! dhani, meet Eren my boyfriend. Babe this is dhanisha. My best friend since the 8th grade.” She introduces her to him.

Eren smiles and shakes her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, N/n won’t stop talking about you. Everyday there’s some new story about you both” He says while chuckling.

“Bro, did you tell him my birthday ka story-”

She gets interrupted by Eren, “Yeah she told me, it was pretty funny but I knew she was capable of it. Did you know one time when we were back at my home town she got so drunk-”

Y/n interrupts him by put her hand over his mouth to make him stop talking

“Okayyyy we can talk about that later but first, turn around Eren, I have a surprise for you”

He does what Y/n tells him and sees his very own friends walking towards him. He turned to Y/n and she just nods to silently tell him that it’s real.

Armin, One of Eren’s best friends ran towards him and tackled him in a brotherly hug. Y/n and Dhanisha were smiling at this cute reunion. He went and greeted the others that were there.

Mikasa, Hange, Levi, Sasha, Jean and Connie were there too. Eren was so happy to see them. Y/n greeted them and gave all of them a hug and introduced her best friend to the gang.

They were happy to meet each other and even gain a new friend. Y/n and Dhanisha looked at each other with a smirk before attacking everyone with colour

Both of the girls smeared colour on everyone’s face and Levi was not pleased. The two girls were laughing at the mess they created. Y/n was so gonna get scolded by Levi but she did not care.

“Guys let’s go inside, there’s gonna be music and everything!” Y/n said and everyone started going inside the venue. It was an open venue with a DJ and colour being thrown everywhere, lots of water sprayed and overall it was a good time.

They danced to bollywood music, they coloured each other and did so many other things. It was one of the best days ever. The group decided to head yo Y/n and Eren’s house. they all squashed themselves in the car and drove for an hour before reaching.

They got inside and everyone was shocked cause it was a really nice place. It looked very comfy and the couple were so proud of that. They all sat down, and started making conversation.

Y/n turned to whisper to her boyfriend, “Soooo… Did you have the time of your life today?”

Eren laughs softly while wrapping an arm around her, “I had the best time today, thank you for this N/n. i had a lot of fun and i got to learn what an amazing dancer you really are”

He gives her a quick peck on the lips making her smile.

“I’m glad you had fun today. Get ready for even more exciting shit over here. I still have so many places to take you to.”

“I’m looking forward to it”

a/n: i had too much fun writing this😭 happy holi again!! i hope you got to celebrate it unlike me</3

#aot #aot imagines #aot x reader #snk x reader #attack on titan #eren yeager x reader #eren fluff #eren aot #aot modern au #aot fluff #eren x reader #eren x you #snk fanfiction

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thesupreme316 · 9 months

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starboy charlie x female reader?? charlie gets stood up on a date but this awful girl and he goes to the reader for support and soon enough they both end up confessing their feelings for each other!! angest turned fluff!!!

The Golden Retriever and The Black Cat (Starboy Charlie x Fem!1Reader):

Word Count: 824

Supreme Speaks: thanks to @hooks-martin for requesting (sorry for taking extremely long on this one). i didn't know anything about Charlie before this but HES A CUTIE! If yall have any requests send em in plz! please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: not proofread, personality of Charlie might not (most likely not) be accurate

Mans with the fluffy hair is a golden retriever

I said it

He was so hyper, cute, funny, caring, and sweet as hell

And you??

You were the black cat to his golden retriever

You were quiet, reserved, antisocial, and introverted

You barely smiled or laugh

What could you say? Opposites attract

He was just different than all the other people you have encountered

And surprisingly the only one you can tolerate

Charlie always made it his goal to make you smile or crack a laugh; that’s what made y’all friends

Now you two always do everything together despite looking like Raven and Starfire

And over time driving around together, supporting each other at events, and learning more about each other

You developed a crush on Charlie

But you always kept it to yourself so you didn’t ruin your friendship

You always thought he deserved better

Someone who could match his energy, someone who could smile just as brightly as him

Not someone who could barely handle the sight of people let alone someone who is the personification of grumpy cat

So….you couldn’t really be mad at him for going out on dates with people

After all, you encouraged him to do so….you were happy to see him venture out and get to know different people

But what you weren’t happy about was seeing him at your hotel room door at 11 PM at night

“Charlie?” You said squinting your eyes at the bright lights in the hallway. Charlie immediately got up from the floor as you continue to say in a sleepy voice, “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be on your date.”

“Things changed, can I come in?” He asked in a quiet voice. You moved aside to let him in your room. He turned back to you with a small sheepish smile on his face. “I’m sorry for ruining your night.”

“You’re not ruining my night; I’m just confused about why you’re here and you’re supposed to be on your date.”

Charlie sighed, “Somethings came up-"

 “Cut the crap. You look like you’re getting ready to cry and I don’t want you to lie to me. That won’t work out for anyone in this situation.”

Your dear friend sat down on the floor as you looked down at him, he gave another sigh. “She was horrible. She ditched me.”

You sat down next to him, as his eyes were getting glassy and filling with tears. “What happened?”  “She was just talking about herself for the first 10 minutes; her occupation, how she thinks wrestling is stupid, how many men swiped right on her. Then, halfway she said she needs to use the bathroom and she never came back.”

“I’m sorry, she doesn’t deserve you. She’s missing out on a cool person. Don’t sit here and cry over her.”

Charlie wipes his eyes and chuckles, “I don’t know why I’m even crying. She wasn’t my type.”

Your eyes almost popped out of your head. “Then why would you go out with her? You could have saved yourself the trip and emotions.”

“I want, well need, to get over my crush. She’s so amazing, beautiful, smart, and funny, but I’m sure that I’m not even her type.”

“Do you know for sure? Like, have you confessed?” You asked. He shook his head no. “Well, then you still have a chance. You need to tell this girl how you feel before deciding to move on to other people. Just let her know.”

Charlie nodded his head and took a deep breath. He turned to you, making you slightly look up at him. “Y/N, I like you.” He said making your eyes widen. “The only reason why I haven’t said anything for the past three years is because I didn’t think you would like me. Or that you deserve much better than me. I’m so sorry that I’ve put you in-“

“Charlie, I like you too.” You cut him off, making him choke on his spit. “I haven’t said anything because I thought you deserved better than me.”

“What do you mean?”  “You deserve someone who is just like you: nice, sweet, hyper, and friendly. To be honest, I’m more like a black cat than a golden retriever to be honest.”

Charlie smiled before taking your hand, “Y/N, I don’t want someone like me. I’m already too much to handle.” He said making you slightly chuckle. “I love how well we complement and balance each other. To be honest, if I was to be an animal, I would be your golden retriever any day every day.”

You kissed his cheek and leaned your head against his shoulder, allowing the walls within your heart to break down for the sun sitting next to you, “And I would love to be your black cat.”

#wrestling fic #wrestling imagine #starboy charlie #starboy charlie x reader

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rosietaeyongswife · 2 years

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love me now | lty, jjh

GENRE: Angst, fluff, love triangle PARING: Taeyong x Reader x Jaehyun WC: 1.2k SUMMARY: Being in love is such a cruel thing. Sometimes we fall in love with people who don’t deserve that while people who love us are unnoticable. Until some events lead you on right path.

Sunshine was reflecting on yours faces as everyone was having fun at the beach near your city since everyone was tired of life in there. People all around was laughing our running around while you were steady looking at two boys in front of you. Lee Taeyong and Jung Jaehyun were standing few meters away, having fun with their friends. Jaehyun was standing and looking around with hands in his pockets while Taeyong was laughing out loud with the prettiest smile you have ever seen.

“Y/N, would you like an ice cream? Jungwoo and Haechan are going to buy them.” Taeyong asked while he stopped laughing, getting all attention on you. “We going to sponsor you today.”

“Sure, I’d like to have salt carmel, please.” Jungwoo nodded, and then they were gone. “But I’ll pay for myself. I am not a child, Taeyong.”

Jaehyun was listening to you and his friend, while you couldn’t stop feeling overwelmed by his gaze. Only if life wasn’t so complicated for you.

“I think I’ll go to the toilet.” Jaehyun was quick to announce. “I’ll be right back.”

Jaehyun and Taeyong weren’t close friends, Doyoung was best friends with Jungwoo, Johnny and Taeil while Jungwoo and Jaehyun were roommates and besties along with Haechan, Mark, so it just became a thing for them to become a group of friends. You at the other side was friend of Mark. And to be fair, it could be curse for you.

You would never guess that Jaehyun would become your crush while you’re Taeyong’s crush. All that happened so quickly it was surprising. Boys knew about whole situation since Taeyong was very obvious about you and his feelings. At the other side, they would notice glances you stole at their dorm.

Taeyong was rather introverted, shy and queit person. He enjoyed music and art. Jaehyun was extroverted, outgoing and loud person. He likes parties, good music and having fun in overal.

“Where’s Jaehyun?” Jungwoo looked around. “Shouldn’t he be back from toilet?”

“Yeah, boy went like a twenty minutes ago.” Yuta rolled his eyes.

“Maybe something happened?” Johnny looked concerned.

“I’ll check him. I was about to go to toilet anyway.”

You stood up and went straight to the toilets while Taeyong was concerned about whole situation. He didn’t want to let you go alone so he followed you all the way to toilets to find Jaehyun.

Toilets seems to be empty but you could hear weird sounds coming from one of cabin. Sounds of kissing where going through the empty place and your heart was beating bit faster than it’s supposed to. Imagine of Jaehyun kissing another girl was something you don’t want to see right now since Jaehyun knew about your little crush on him. Shakingly you came closer cabins and view got you shocked.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Jaehyun get girl of his laps as soon as he saw your innocent eyes looking through yours. “Wait, I forgot about yall. Y/N.”

“My bad.” You walked off. “Boys were worried but you’re fine. I’ll get back.”

Taeyong was watching everything in awe. Of course, Jaehyun didn’t confront you or showed any signs of interest that often as Taeyong would, but even Taeyong felt bad. His heart would drop if he saw Jaehyun and you kissing. But his heart ached at sight of your dissapoinment.

“Stay here, don’t go after her.” Taeyong hissed as Jaehyun was brushing his hair. “Idiot.”

Your tempo was slow as you were heading to the parking lot. Not even hearing someone is following you, your thoughts were speeding through your mind all at once. View of Jaehyun with another girl had to be something that could lead you to understand reality. He is not yours. He doesn’t see you the way you do.

Jung Jaehyun isn’t right now. All the things he has done ever since you develop crush on him were just wrong and you decided to ignore it whole time. Heart wants what it can’t gets was now your understanding of situation. Memories with boys went through your head and suddenly your heart ached as you remember how Taeyong was towards you.

Boys were looking as you were heading towards parking lot, confused as hell. You heading out, Taeyong running after you and Jaehyun with his head low going towards them. Whole situation looked like a mess.

“Y/N, wait for me.” Taeyong was now next to you. “I am sorry you had to see them. If you want to, I can get you to your home.”

“You don’t have to Taeyong.” You smiled at him.

“I want to. C’mon, I’ll drive you home safely.”

Without any words, you sat into his black BMW. Taeyong was one of the richest people you have ever met. Well, he was hard working and being succesfull produces helps a lot.

“I feel like I was wrong the whole time and i did a lot of bad choices, Taeyong.” You confessed as boy next to you was listening to you carefully. “I may sound stupid but my crush on Jaehyun was real but stupid at the same time.”

“You can’t be mad at yourself about it. Your heart doesn’t get to chose at such a things, you know. Also, you don’t have to feel pity towards me. I understand it’s Jaehyun all over your mind-”

“No, it’s not. I realized I was wrong.” Your hear was beating again very fast. “Notice how it’s you driving me again not anyone else.”

“You don’t have to pretend you like me.”

All of sudden you noticed all the details of Taeyong. His pretty face, eyes of puppy so pretty you could stare at them whole time. Pretty scar around his eye which made him even more perfect. Kissable lips that you were staring at right now. His hands and lean muscles you wanted touch right now. Were you blind the whole time?

“I do like you. For sure I do. When I saw Jaehyun back there..” You looked around the car and you felt his gaze on you. “I was sure that my crush on him blinded me. I didn’t notice how my heart was skipping a beat around you. It’s you who were always for me.”

“You do things like that when you find yourself liking someone else, Y/N.”

“Would you like to start over?” You asked casually when Taeyong’s eyes looked like he hold whole universe in them. “I’ll like to have a new beginning with you, Taeyong. I was stuck in a love triangle and it might be selfish-”

You didn’t even notice Taeyong parked his car, and you did notice when he kissed you. His hands cupped your cheeks and all his attention was on you. Your stomach did a back flips while he was touching you gently.

“Y/N, let’s go on a date. Right now.” He pulled out and was looking at you with his buba eyes. “Gosh, I can’t even regonize how many times I wanted to kiss you like today. Fuck Jaehyun. We’re going on a date.”

“Now? Are you-”

“Yes, I am.”

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sxfik · 2 years

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he’s earth and heaven to you (you can’t conceal it)

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summary: Kang Sol A, just wants a one normal year. Just one year without some kind of explosion, or murder, or world ending event. Unfortunately, disaster has struck in the form of a 5' 11" insufferable, quidditch player and genius Han Joon Hwi and their friends who thought it was great idea to lock the two in a cupboard.

word count: 11.5k words

a/n: user niki is back at it with another au fluff/light angst fic because the solhwi brainrot never ends. this is the project i've been working on since finals and all throughout this time, but honestly planned so so long ago (like august 2021). i quite literally just started writing and then i blinked and it became like 11k so i hope yall enjoy this!! dedicated to my loves aki, anne, mika and jul because i literally planned this fic AGES ago with them and then never fucking wrote it because im a moron. (ilyyyy)

— end of sixth year —

PREFECT KANG SOL A wasn’t planning of ending her sixth year with a bang. She had her share of trouble in her first four years at hogwarts, trying to get rid of the corruption within the Ministry of Magic and saving her friend group from getting charged with various crimes. After a rollercoaster of a school career, she was hoping that she could just get her gingersnap cookies for a pleasant sleepover with the girls.

Clearly, the universe thought that she needed to go through a little more trouble to earn her happy ending. This time around, trouble came in the form of the most insufferable, egotistical, smug and arrogant boy she had ever met. And what’s worse? She’s currently trapped in a cupboard with him.

"Shh," the warm brown eyes of a certain Han Joon Hwi looked into her eyes when she opened her mouth to question him. His palm was smacked across her mouth, her eyes wide as she looked up at him, his face illuminated by the small light emanating from his wand.

There was only a couple inches of space between their bodies, the narrow broom closet barely having enough room to fit both of them. Most of the female population at Hogwarts would kill to be in her position, squeezed in a tight room with the most sought after boy at Hogwarts.

Well, Kang Sol A was decidedly not a part of that.

Han Joon hwi, in her humble opinion, was a menace. Not only was he one of the smartest wizards to grace the halls of Hogwarts, he was also a good sportsman, charismatic and overly kind. He was a loyal to his friend group, the self-named Maruarders, and even helped in her quest to uproot the corruption with in the Ministry.

One look at her list and you would say Well, he sounds like an amazing guy!

That precisely was the problem. He had everything in the palm of his hand: good looks, money and the golden child of a rich, pure-blood family where the Gryffindor legacy was prided above everything else. He got every single thing he wanted as soon as he set his sight on it.

Well, Kang Sol decided quite swiftly after he cracked a taunting smirk at her on the first day, that she would not be one of them.

“What are you doing here? It’s past curfew and you’re not supposed to be out walking here,” she whispered harshly, prying his hand off of her mouth and trying her best not to raise her voice like she desperately wanted to. She tried to ignore the warmth that bled from his body to hers, the way she can feel every tone of his well-built chest against her torso. His legs were firmly pressed up against her thighs, the cloth of his uniform pants and cloak soft against her legs.

Sol wasn’t sure what exactly about him got a rise out of her. She had met plenty of persistent boys back in the muggle world, but there was something about Joon hwi that made her fight back much harder than anyone else.

She often chalked it up to the fact that he was an arrogant, privileged boy, but if she was being truthful to herself, it was a lie. She knew, for some reason, that the issue lay somewhere within the quirk of his eyebrow, or the arrogant smirk on his face, or the infuriating gaze of his. It was as though they were designed to drive her insane, each gesture only driving her up the wall, and for some reason, it had her body itching to press up against his.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Joon hwi quirked an eyebrow infuriatingly.

“Well, I asked first!” she sputtered, trying to tamp down the flutter in her stomach when he looked down at her lips. As if realizing the position they were in, he shifted his body away from her, trying to flatten himself against the wall and in a moment of weakness, she almost whined in complaint.

“If I tell you, you also have to tell me what you’re doing here. Deal?” he asked, tapping his wand lightly to keep the dark room lit. Sol bit her lip as he stared down at her, trying to keep her thoughts straight as his dark eyes followed her every movement.

“Deal.”

“I was going to meet up with Ji ho to make some plans for a prank but then I saw Filch coming by so I hid in here,” Joon hwi explained, as he twisted to peak out of the sliver of an opening on the closet door, trying to make sure no one was in the corridor.

“A prank?” she yelled out, but her voice was quickly muffled by Joon hwi’s hand once more.

“Be quiet,” he gritted out, turn his head to make sure no one was walking by the cupboard. “A deal is a deal. Tell me why you’re here.”

“Whenever the house elves make gingersnap cookies for dinner, they always drop off a batch here for me and the girls,” she murmured out, her eyes cast down at her shoes rather than meet his eyes.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Joon hwi smirked, leaning closer to her, if it was even possible to do that given how close they were already. “Wow, does Lady Justice run an illicit cookie ring?” he teased lightly, and annoyance grew in her throat as she looked up at Joon hwi’s smug face.

“I wanted some cookies, okay!” she said, exasperated. “They’re delicious and they always run out before I get my fill. Not to mention, I’m pretty sure you weren’t allowed to do any more pranks this year.”

“Sol-ah, you know as well as I do that the school needs at least a bit of levity during these times,” Joon hwi sighed, his expression growing solemn. “No one’s had a real laugh since, well. Since the threats from the beginning of this year.”

Sol only sighed in response. She knew he was right. After Assemblyman Ko’s removal from the ministry of magic in their third year, their survival at Hogwarts had been on the precipice of destruction. The threat of war loomed above them, and the fear had only gotten worse after the dementor attack on the train to Hogwarts at the beginning of the year.

Parents were worried about their safety, and rightfully so. Her mother had owled her, finally figuring out how to send one from the muggle world into Hogwarts, and begged her to stay home, especially after Kang Dan’s disappearance from Hogwarts in their second year. Her mother couldn’t stand to lose two of her three daughters, but Sol would hear none of it.

Hogwarts was her opportunity to move up in the world, secure a better future for her mother and Byeol. Her ambition was appreciated here, and for the first time, it felt like it was going to pay off. She poured herself in her studies for the past five years and damn her, she was going to graduate from Hogwarts as a full witch.

“Plus, if it makes you feel any better, it’s Bok-gi and Ye-beom leading it this time around, not me.” He sent her a weak smile, noticing how her mood had darkened.

Sol snorted. “That makes me more worried, not less. There’s a 90% chance things go wrong when they plan. At least when you plan it, there’s only a 75% chance,” she murmured.

“Oh, why thank you so much,” he grinned at her as she scowled in return. The grin washed off his face, as he looked down at her, his eyes holding an earnesty that Sol couldn’t bear to handle. “I trust you won’t report me for this?” he asked softly.

“Of course I won’t,” she sighed, giving in. As much as he rankled her, he was good for school spirit. “I know how much everyone needs a laugh right now,” she said quietly.

Sol tilted her head up to meet his gaze once more, and drew a sharp breath at his soft expression. For a moment, all she could think of was the boy in front of her, the way he smelled of rain, the quidditch pitch and clean parchment. The way his school shirt felt against hers, the way his tie was slightly askew.

Her eyes roamed the soft lightly tanned skin of his, almost radeint in the glow illuminating the cupboard, his warm chocolate eyes swirling with something earnest and true, something that made her want to shy away from his gaze. For a moment, she wanted to give in, to allow herself into his arms, before steeling herself in a reminder that she would not be the next trophy in his brilliant trophy case.

Kang Sol A was not a prize to be won.

“It looks like the coast is clear. I bid thee adieu, my lady,” Joon hwi winked, smirking at her as though the moment never happened, before he grasped the door to the cupboard and opened the door. Or at least, tried to open the door.

The door for some reason decided to get stuck, not budging an inch as Joon hwi fiddled with the handle. He stood there trying to move it with increasing force, before she interrupted.

“Move aside, I’m sure a spell will work better,” Sol bumped into him as she pulled out her wand, barely able to move without being pressed against him more than she already was.

“Alohomora,” she cast, the white light emitting from her wand. “Now try it,” she gestured to the door. Joon hwi went to jiggle the handle once more, and was met with failure again.

“Here, let me try,” he said as he pulled out his own wand.

“I can’t believe you’re questioning my skills,” she scoffed, crossing her arms but moving out of the way for him to have a go. It’s no secret that Han Joon hwi was the best of their class, but still stung that he assumed she couldn’t even cast a simple spell.

“I’m not trying to-”

“Yeah, yeah,” she cut him off with a look of annoyance, “Just try it.”

His jaw clenched slightly, the familiar tick of his muscle showing through as he stared at her for a moment in irritation, before twisting back to the door. Flicking his wand in the perfect formation, he cast the same spell, and in a glimmer of hope, the door creaked open, only to be slammed shut with a red glow.

“What in merlin is wrong with this door?” he cursed out, yanking at the door knob. He tucked his wand into his cloak and attempted to throw his weight into it, trying to force it open, with no such luck. Sol only watched as he struggled, the furrow growing between her eyes as she watched Joon hwi put his might into it.

“Having fun in there?” a deep, familiar voice rang out from behind the door, mirth cloaking his voice.

“Ji ho? What the hell?” Joon hwi questioned, a furrow forming on his forehead as he stared confused at the door.

“It’s not just him, give me some credit as well,” a feminine voice answered in place of Ji ho’s.

Sol’s eyes widened in recognition. Kang Sol B.

“What in merlin?” Sol A hissed, before Joon hwi could get a word out. “Get us out of here!”

“No,” Sol B’s level voice replied.

“No?” both Joon hwi and Sol A chorused in confusion.

“We’re tired of listening to you to complain about each other all year,” Ji ho replied nonchalantly.

“So instead of telling us that, you decided to lock us in here?”

“Yes. The only way this resolves is if you two actually talk to each other, instead of us,” Sol B’s calm voice replied, the level cadence that once used to sooth Sol A turning into a taunt. Almost as though she’s challenging her to face the truth. Truth? The truth is that Sol resented Joon hwi. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Oh, and don’t even try to use magic. The charm on this door only wears away if the two of your actually reach a resolution. Try not to kill each other!” Ji ho chuckled at the end, clearly satisfied.

Sol strained her ears for more, trying to figure out if either of her so-called friends were still out there, only to be met with the sounds of their footsteps getting further and further from them.

“Merlin, I regret letting Ji ho borrow books from my uncle’s library,” Joon hwi ground out, shutting his eyes in regret.

“Huh?”

He let out a sigh. “Before my uncle died, he used to collect a lot of charms books. It was his specialty you know,” his paused, an emotion passing his face that was tinged with regret, and anger and something more.

Sol, despite avoiding Joon hwi with all her heart, considered herself pretty good at reading what he felt. Call it a sixth sense, but she was always aware of him, his movements, every slight change in his behavior. Still, it was hard to pinpoint what Joon hwi felt about his uncle, even though she was well aware of Joon hwi and his uncle’s rocky relationship after begrudgingly defending him in the defamation case.

She just nodded along, urging him to continue with his thoughts.

“We used to raid his book collection and I allowed him borrow books about emotion-based charms. It can detect and evaluate the emotions of either the user or the people it’s casted on,” he explained to her.

“That makes sense. Plus, Sol B is a goddess at engineering new spells so with both of them working together...” Sol trailed off.

“...It would have been a simple spell,” Joon hwi finished for her. A beat of silence passed.“Honestly, we should regret getting them together more than anything,” he let out a soft laugh.

“Well, I clearly recall that being your idea,” she huffed.

“As if. Don’t tell me you weren’t tired of watching them compete with each other and then pretend they weren’t hooking up!”

“They were hooking up that whole time? I didn’t know that,” she said, confused. Sol B and Ji ho’s relationship was always special, but Sol B was her best friend. She would know if Sol B was with Ji ho before they started their relationship, right?

“You didn’t?”

“No,” she blinked, confused.

“Did you never notice how they regularly wore each other’s ties? Or the time they turned in each other’s charms essays?”

Sol blinked, thinking back to fifth year, trying to sort through her memories for what Joon hwi was talking about, only to come up blank. Most of what she could remember was fighting against the Ministry of Magic, being increasingly annoyed at Joon hwi’s every move, and spending intense study nights at the library.

“So...” he trailed off.

“So?”

“You’ve been talking about me?” he smirked.

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself. It’s more like complaining if anything.”

“All I’m getting from this is that you talk about me,” Joon hwi sang, a wide smirk across his features.

Sol clenched her jaw, pursing her lips at the annoyance unfurling in her chest. See, this was what always happened. As soon as they were getting along, or having a normal conversation, he’d tease or poke or worst of all, ask her out.

“Right, well is there any way in those books of your uncle’s to short circuit the system?” she asked, twisting to the door even though she knew it wouldn’t budge.

”What?”

“You know, try to trick it,” she waved her hand around frantically, trying to gesture to the door. All she really wanted were her cookies, and instead she was trapped in having to ‘resolve’ their issues.

“You’d rather try to trick the spell than I don’t know... try to actually work this out?” he looked at her incredulous.

“Let’s be honest, why would that ever happen?” she blurted out, the words flowing out before she could stop herself. She didn’t mean it, but it was easier to snap at him than have an actual conversation.

A conversation was a chance, a glimmer of hope that Sol could like the boy, or worse, fall in love with him. But she knew, out of a sense of preservation for herself and him, that even the notion of something more between them was dangerous news.

Joon hwi blinked, a hint of shock crossing his face and Sol felt the instant regret flood her body.

“Look if this is about punching Yeong-chang in our fifth year, I’m sorry for what I did after but I don’t regret punching him,” he started. “I know you think I’m a git, but I watched him use an unforgivable on Ye-Seul and I just—”

“No... I-” Sol quickly cut him off, stumbling to find the words, “No, I’m not angry over that. I... I was angry at the time, but you were right. And the only reason I’d ever be angry over that is because I wasn’t the first to hex him.”

“Then why do you hate me so much?”

“I don’t hate you.”

“No? It sure feels like it.”

“I don’t hate you,” she said softer, looking into his eyes with as much earnestness as she could muster. “I disliked you because you asked me out.”

“You hated me because I liked you?” he asked, confused.

“I’m angry because you didn’t even consider how it would affect me when you asked me out,” she continued, pointedly ignoring the word hate, because she didn’t hate him. Resent? Sure. Dislike? Yeah. But never hate. “I don’t think you understood what I faced when I rejected a pureblood like you.”

Realization struck his face faster than Sol could process, Joon hwi’s features contorting to regret. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize—”

“It’s fine. Really, other than a couple girls, it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle. But, asking me out, even if it was a joke, made the rejection even harder on me. And after the Ye-Seul fiasco in our fifth year, she got pulled into it with people whispering that you ‘dumped one piece of trash for another.’”

“What?” he asked, outrage thrumming through his voice. “Who?”

“It doesn’t really matter now, it’s over Joon hwi. No one says anything like that anymore, don’t worry.”

“I can’t believe-” he started, running a hand through his hair desperately as he looked up at her, trying to calm himself down.“I’m so sorry Sol. If I had known I would have intervened, and I’m sorry that I didn’t even consider what you were dealing with.”

“It’s okay,” she sighed. “It’s how it is, you know?” she said with a weak smile.

“It shouldn’t be. There shouldn’t have been a question of your blood status at all, Sol. Ever.” his voice determined. “And I’m sorry that I acted so entitled that I didn’t consider the consequences.”

“You weren’t—”

“Yes, I was. It was unfair to act like that, even if I liked you. It was inexcusable and I’m very sorry.” he rushed out, cutting her off. “And for the record? None of the times I asked you out were a joke. But, I understand that you only consider me as a friend and I promise that I won’t ever ask you out again,” he finished firmly.

Sol opened her mouth slightly, before closing it. This was what she wanted right? Then why did it hurt so much? Sol cleared her throat instead, deciding to not to think too hard about it.

“Sounds good. Friends?” she stretched out a hand for him to shake.

“Friends,” he said almost like he had trouble believing himself, grasping her hand and shaking it. She could feel the roughness of his palms against hers, his hands worn down from thousands of quidditch practices. His hands were big, engulfing hers even in a handshake, and it felt so electric as the warmth passed from his fingers to hers.

She stood looking into his warm brown eyes, a feeling of warmth and comfort spreading through her chest as they stood with their hands in each other’s grasps, just observing each other in silence. She had no clue how long they were stood like that, and if you asked her, she could have stood there just watching him forever.

It was nice, a moment of peace, of something passing between them and all she wanted to do was freeze this moment and live in it forever. A world where they got along, that they could even have a friendship. Maybe even more than a friendship, a small voice in the back of her mind echoed, which she quickly silenced.

Friends. That’s all. Only friends.

The moment was disrupted by the sound of a click, a low glow illuminating the cupboard door breaking their concentration. The door moved, the magic glowing through the wood as it was slightly ajar to let in the light from the hallway.

Silence enveloped the room as they looked at each other, as Sol brought her hand back from his grasp. Sol was stood still in the cupboard as she watched Joon hwi gather his cloak around him, his eyes still on her as he moved towards the doorway of the cupboard.

“Hey?” she asked out.

His head turned to her, his expression almost neutral.

“Make this prank the best Hogwarts has ever seen,” she smiled softly.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Joon hwi cracked a wide, honest grin, before shrouding himself under his cloak, and disappearing into the passageways of Hogwarts.

The next day, Sol walked into the great hall, only to be met with the sight of three girls, absolutely drenched in saltwater, with more buckets of water threatening to spill at any moment, floating above their heads.

And if they were the same girls that had tormented Kang Sol A, no one said a word about it, as Sol silently uttered the incantation to undo the curse, feigning ignorance at who pulled this off. She refused to even question how he found out who they were as she sat down for breakfast, pushing the thoughts to the side when she saw the gingersnap cookies and a whole assortment of food already picked out for her on her plate.

Sol’s head snapped up to catch Joon hwi’s eye down the bench and he tipped his goblet towards her, grinning widely. She smiled back, raising her goblet in solidarity and for some reason Kang Sol couldn’t help but feel something monumental had changed between them.

— seventh year —

WHEN HEAD GIRL KANG SOL A entered Hogwarts for her seventh and final year, she was hoping it would be uneventful. After spending her first four years trying to oust the corruption that plagued the wizarding world, she was hoping for a year with normal teenage girl problems. But the one teenage girl problem she did not wish for was realizing she was head-over-heels in love with the smartest (and hottest) guy of their year, Han Joon Hwi.

If you asked her friends Ye-Seul and Sol B, the realization was long overdue. After Sol B and Ji ho trapped them in a cupboard together, and forced her to talk to Joon hwi, it felt as though their friendship was on a better path. The last month of her sixth year was more than pleasant, finally being able to merge the Marauder group with her circle of friends.

It was the best summer to date after Joon hwi invited the whole group to spend two weeks at his house (or mansion as she calls it). They spent it relaxing, getting to know each other and it ignited a twinge of regret in Sol after realizing that Joon hwi could have been her best friend if she had just given him a chance.

After the getaway, both of them were constantly owl-ing each other, trying to keep in touch and update each other on anything they missed. Joon hwi even used the floo network, despite the uncomfortableness, to visit her in the muggle world, where she spent the weekend trying to explain all the muggle traditions scattered around the town.

This, of course, meant that Joon hwi was the star of each letter that she sent to Sol B or Ye-Seul, so much so that Sol threatened to break her quill if she ever talked about Joon hwi again.

“First, you wouldn’t shut up about how much he annoyed you, now you won’t shut up about amazing he is.” Sol B wrote back after she sent her fourth letter detailing her adventures with Joon hwi.

But for some reason, the idea that she was in love with the boy she chronically rejected had only clicked in her mind after she spent the last week of summer lamenting how she couldn’t have more time with Joon hwi. It was laughable at first, especially when she spent her first couple of years avoiding and hating the insufferable, annoying, gorgeous, and attractive Joon hwi, simply because he had everything in the palm of his hand.

Sol now realizes that all she did for the first three years was deny herself the opportunity to build a friendship with a brave, kind-hearted boy. The kind that wouldn’t judge anyone for their background. The kind that was humble and endlessly forgiving. The kind that would mountains for his friends. The kind that would move mountains for her.

So obviously, when one realizes they are in love with the former bane of their existence, the most sensible option is to avoid the hell out of them

Much to her chagrin, the universe had other plans.

She was standing on Platform 9 3/4, a heavy suitcase in each hand, thrumming with excitement and anticipation for the year ahead. She had gotten her shiny head girl badge in her letter from Dumbledore, alongside a small quip that she would be excited to be working with the head boy this year.

A disheveled Joon hwi approached her, not a moment later, running his hands through his hair repeatedly, a nervous habit of his that Sol had come to learn. His hands were tracing patterns onto the pants of his school uniform, as he stood in front of her, before shooting her one of his patented grins.

“Alright, Sol-ah?” he asked, his face alight with joy as he looked at her, and his grin made Sol wonder how she resisted falling in love with him earlier.

Before Sol could properly greet the boy, he had already picked up her luggage, silently taking the load off of her and helping her carry it towards the train. She smiled gratefully at him, before following behind in peaceful silence. Well, as silent as it could be with hundreds of first-year students nervously boarding the train as if they were walking towards their deaths.

“Sol, I have to tell you something,” he started as he set her suitcase into the luggage compartment on the train, running his hand through his hair again, causing it to only look more attractive. Her hands itched to run her fingers through his hair and dishevel it for him.

“Actually, let me just show you,” he sighed, and Sol focused back on him. He dug into the pocket of his cloak, while Sol looked at him with curiosity and confusion etched on her face. He produced something shiny, the light glinting off the edge. The head boy badge.

“I know this is the last thing you want, and I swear, I think Dumbledore has gone a little crazy, but if you want me to I can–”

“You are not going to trade in the badge Joon hwi, are you kidding?” Sol laughed, her face incredulous. It’s true, she couldn’t stand him for the majority of their schooling but she assumed that he understood it changed this summer. “You’ll make a great head boy and I’m glad that I’m working with you.”

“But I wasn’t even a prefect,” he tried to argue.

“So? You already show responsibility by balancing schoolwork, being one of the youngest Quidditch captain who has brought home three of the cups, and having fun while doing it,” Sol argued back.

Joon hwi relaxed, the tension in his shoulders easing up as she smiled softly at him. “Well, on to a wonderful last year eh, head girl?”

“Can’t wait head boy,” she grinned fully at him, and for a moment she forgot that she was standing in a busy train station surrounded by passengers hurrying to their trains. At that moment, all she could focus on was the boy in front of her. The boy with the disheveled hair, and the relaxed stance.

Many of the older students shot them bewildered looks as they made their way onto the train, whispers going around about how Sol A, who wouldn’t give Joon hwi the time of day, was seen spending time with him, willingly.

She underestimated how easy it was to be friends with him, to enjoy his companionship. Conversation flowed so naturally with him, but there was never a pressure to be entertaining as she felt with so many others. With him, Sol could be herself, tell him about the mundane things that happened in her life, as well as the big moments.

The prefects’ meeting in the head compartment of the train went smoother than ever, with many of the students left confused as to when Joon hwi and Sol A changed their tune about each other. Especially after notable incidents where Joon hwi started her infamous ‘Lady Justice’ nickname and she told him to go snog the giant squid.

Still, this added a complication to her initial plan to avoid him at all costs, but she thought it wasn’t too much of an issue to plan around. Kang Sol A knew that it just meant that she would have to patrol, make rounds schedules, and plan the annual dances for Hogwarts with him. They’d have plenty of time apart where she could get over this little crush of hers, right?

It wasn’t until she was stepping off the train and onto the school grounds that she realized that she was set to share the head dorms with him. Which meant that she would see him every time she stepped outside of her room. He'll be there in the common room practically every day, studying or goofing around, and she’ll have to share a bathroom with him.

Essentially, it would become impossible to avoid him.

When she expressed her catastrophic situation to her friends, who she had assumed were loyal to her, they were not sympathetic to her cause. Kang Sol B had let out a bark of laughter, followed by a smug look that had all but taunted her. The usual sympathetic and caring Ye-Seul had settled on gently teasing her, making her face turn red with embarrassment.

Of course, Ji ho had smirked and murmured something about how this spared them from seeing the sexual tension they had with each other every day which Sol had swiftly responded with a rude gesture. And when Sol suggested that she all but move into her friend’s shared dorm, both of them rolled their eyes and told her to stop being so dramatic.

But after seeing the state in which Joon hwi would walk in after Quidditch practice, she had severely underestimated how dire her situation truly was.

He had mentioned that he had Quidditch practice when she ran into him in the common room as she was making her way to do the rounds for tonight, but assumed she wouldn’t see him since her rounds ran later than the practices. But Sol’s plan to run patrols with Bok-gi ended earlier than usual since it was almost the weekend. And since both of her close friends were out hanging out with their boyfriends, she had no choice but to write her Potions essay.

Well, she did contemplate annoying Sol B and Ji ho but only god knows what Ji ho and Sol B were up to in the library tonight, so she settled on just working.

(’Studying’ was the excuse Sol B gave when Sol asked what exactly they were doing. Of course, she never specified whether she was studying for exams or studying his body.)

So Sol reluctantly tucked in for the night on the sofa of the common room, stretching her legs out after the rounds, absentmindedly playing with her quill as she came up with topic ideas for her essay. She sat there working until her mind turned into mush before the door slid open, and Joon hwi walked through the threshold with his practice jersey on.

Correction: A very sweaty Joon hwi, clad in his jersey that was sticking to his body in a sinful way, chest heaving from exertion, walked in with his broom in one hand.

If her brain was mush before, it was absolutely melted at the sight of him. Sol knew she was staring, her jaw almost on the ground as she looked at the man.

Sol was a sensible woman. She liked quiet boys, ones that were smart and passionate. Ones that were calm and didn’t pull pranks at the great hall whenever given the opportunity. Boys who would spend their nights cooped up in libraries and bookstores.

It was simply unfortunate for her poor heart that Joon hwi all of that (minus the pranking streak), AND had the athleticism of a full Olympian.

Merlin, there was just something about Joon hwi after he played Quidditch that drove her crazy. There was something about the competitive glint in his eyes, the effortless way he ran and flew on the field, the hint of arrogance as he caught the snitch that made Sol’s heart race. The way his eyebrow would quirk up and all the bravado he held on the field. It was maddening.

Sol bit her lip slightly, her breath firmly lodged in her throat as she looked at him and her mind drifted away to imagine how he would look, running across the field doing practice drills, chest heaving, and watching his muscles flex and ripple as he exerted himself.

She cleared her throat as he approached, trying to appear as if she was focusing on her studies and not his body.

“How was practice?” she asked, cursing the breathless quality of her voice, as she sat up in her seat and set the quill down.

“It was pretty good,” Joon hwi cracked a grin at her as he made his way to her, and by merlin, he was more attractive up close. Sol thought her poor heart might give out, the slight sheen of sweat covering his tan skin making him glow in the light of the fire. His hair was slightly damp from the sweat and the humidity, gently tousled from the wind.

“Try out any new strategies this week?” she asked, trying to keep him in front of her as long as possible so she could stare at him for a little longer. He launched into an explanation of everything he was trying out with the team, his eyes animated, but her eyes were roaming around his body.

She would say she was embarrassed about how she wasn’t even paying attention to what he was saying, but then she noticed how his arms would flex and move as he stretched, and all the embarrassment was thrown out the window. Whoever made the quidditch uniforms sleeveless needed an award, and Sol was ready to personally deliver it to them.

Trying to appear like she was paying attention, she absentmindedly nodded along with whatever he was saying when in reality her mind was anywhere but near quidditch.

Sol had liked boys before but never before had she felt so hazy and unhinged in her desire. She desperately wanted to take that jersey off of him, run her hands down his arms, and spend all her time admiring it.

All she could think of was how it would feel to have his arms around her, the way his fingers would grip her waist. She wanted to throw him on the couch and sit on his lap; grind her hips in circles until he begged to be inside her. She wanted to drag her nails along his muscles, along his back, feel it ripple as he moved over her. Her thighs clenched instinctively thinking about the way his deft fingers would feel against her inner thighs, teasing her until she begged him to touch her.

She had to force herself to remember how to breathe as want built in her stomach, trying her best to not let the desired show to him. It’s just what she needs, for him to know how badly she wanted him.

Then, as though it couldn’t get worse, he lifted up the corner of his jersey to dab off the sweat from his face, revealing his perfectly toned stomach.

Sol felt her face heat up, as she gawked at the way his abs tensed slightly, and she was sure that he could tell just how much it affected her, seeing him in this state. She felt frozen in desire, want, and need taking over her body and she wanted to throw caution to the wind, have him on the sofa here and now.

“Sorry, I feel disgusting right now, I’ll talk to you after I shower,” he flashed a smirk, breaking away from his monologue with mischief in his eyes, as though he knew exactly what effect it had on her and god, the confidence made her swoon. If she had less resolve, she would volunteer to join him.

Merlin, she wished she had less resolve.

She dumbly nodded at him as she watched him walk towards their shared bathroom, not trusting her voice. Her eyes were on his figure as he made his way to their shared bathroom, tracing his body with her eyes. And then she watched as he peeled the jersey off himself, his back gloriously rippling as his arms stretched.

Sol swallowed hard, feeling herself gasp involuntarily as she watched every single muscle move in his back, still sweaty and glistening off the light. From that moment on, she vowed never to have scheduled rounds on Mondays and Fridays lest she misses out on all that gloriousness.

This became routine for her for the next month, claiming she had to study in their shared common room every time Joon hwi had quidditch practice. Of course, when she saw him come in to take a shower, she would distract him by asking him questions about Quidditch and his practice strategies just to get more time with him.

Of course, Joon hwi had the audacity to invite her to his practices after a couple weeks, apparently impressed with her newfound interests in sports. It was as though he was purposely making it worse for her.

As if watching him come in after practice was torture, watching him at practice was practically killing her. Every Monday and Friday she would drag herself to the pitch, with a bag full of homework that would never get done because her focus was more on the bright boy jogging across the field, instructing his players on drills and strategies.

Just watching him exert himself was alluring, but it was even worse when he took charge of the team. The cadence of his voice as he instructed them where to go, his voice almost commanding just did something to Sol. Worse were the moments he had the audacity to look up at her and flash that bright grin of his, oblivious to all the thoughts crossing her mind as she looked at him.

Needless to say, the number of times she touched herself to the thought of him only increased from then, trying to stifle her moans as she thought of him panting and moving his body in tandem with hers.

At the end of each practice, of course, he always had her wait outside the locker rooms near the pitch, where she would try desperately to avoid Ji ho’s teasing smile or the sarcastic remark he would make before Joon hwi came out. Joon hwi insisted on accompanying her back to their shared dorms, and the conversations were always more than pleasant.

There was something different to the mundanity of the conversations they shared. Despite only growing close this year, Sol was already so familiar with his mannerisms and habits that it felt like they were best friends for years. Sol could guess exactly what Joon hwi would say or do before he even did it, and the same went for Joon hwi.

To any outsider, their conversations seemed so mundane, but for them, there was nothing more to be said when they both knew each other so well. There was a lot more joy in sharing the smallest decisions and happenings with each other, because well, they already knew about every monumental event in each other's lives. It was a familiarity that Sol knew was special, and it didn’t take very long for her to realize that she loved him much, much deeper than just romantically.

Yet the need to confess to him wasn’t something insatiable that poured out of her. It was residing underneath her skin, lurking every time he looked at her for a beat too long or gave her a smile that just made her melt. It was something that she carried with her everywhere she went, filling up her body, but never enough to burst through the seams of her skin, always held in place by her fears and their future.

It was no secret that Joon hwi was the son of one of the oldest pureblood families and being so popular, there’s no doubt that he felt pressure to continue the pureblood line, even if he didn’t believe in any of it. And Sol? She was the daughter of a muggle-born family, her mother with barely enough money to make ends meet for her sister, and Sol was always scrambling to find her place after Kang Dan disappeared in their second year. Not to mention their lives were highly surveilled after going after the Ministry of Magic.

Whatever future they could have together, it was marred by a thousand different obstacles and risks. She knew, almost intrinsically, that Joon hwi loved her just the same. But taking the leap? Allowing herself to fall for him with no inhibitions was a luxury, so she stayed content having her as a best friend.

Her conversations about him with Sol B and Ye Seul, of course, reached a record high, as the two girls would roll their eyes. They made their way into Potions, the one class that the girls and the Marauders happened to share, trying to get there before Slughorn started class.

“I can’t decide if it was better when she hated him,” Kang Sol B deadpanned, clutching her book bag to the side as she strode confidently into class, speaking as though Sol A wasn’t right beside her.

“Hey, you brought this on yourself,” Sol A chirped back, “If you hadn’t locked us in that cupboard, we would have just hated each other.”

“Maybe we should lock you in that cupboard again, hope that you two snog each other, and get rid of this tension,” Ye-seul snorted, setting her books down beside Sol A.

Sol simply scoffed, taking her seat. “It’s not that bad,” she tried to justify, but of course Ji ho found that moment to chime in.

“Au contraire, my friend in deep denial, I’m pretty sure you were drooling when Joon hwi caught the snitch at practice last week,” Ji ho smirked as he walked by Sol A, his eyes glued to her best friend.

“I was not!” Sol denied her cheeks in flames.

“Oh? Let’s ask Joon hwi then?” Ji ho smirked as he slid into his seat, before twisting towards the doorway. “Oi, Prongs! Would you say Sol was— mmph!”

Before Sol processed, her wand was in hand, stood out of her seat and she had hexed Ji ho’s mouth shut before a word could leave his mouth. Ji ho quickly twisted to glare at Sol, but Joon hwi’s towered presence blocked her line of sight.

“Five points from Gryffindor,” Joon hwi announced, his eyes filled with mirth as he looked down at Sol. “Can’t believe the head girl would act with such misconduct.”

He looked especially handsome in the morning light, his brown hair tinged gold as the light filtering through the windows glinted off. He had a soft smirk on his face, and her breath was already lodged in her throat as she looked up at him.

“Shut it, or you can be next,” Sol warned, trying to not let his effect on her cloud her threat. “Should I reverse it?” she asked as she peeked behind Joon hwi to look at Ji ho’s annoyed expression.

“Mmph!” Ji ho nodded his head in the affirmative, as Ye-seul held back laughter.

“I don’t know... It is quite peaceful without his voice,” Joon hwi mused, smirking as he twisted to look at his best friend’s pleading figure.

“Alright that’s enough,” Sol B chimed in, pulling out her wand to undo the hex.

“Thank you,” Ji ho sighed, as he shot Sol B a thankful look, which the stone-faced girl smiled at.

“Traitor,” Ji ho muttered as he turned to glare at Joon hwi, who slid into the bench next to him. “Can’t believe you’d abandon me for a girl,” he scoffed.

“Sorry mate, it’s not my fault that Sol is way better looking than you are.”

“Lies. Ignorant and a blatant lie,” Ji ho replied. “I’m the prettiest one here, we can all agree.”

“I agree,” Sol B chimed in.

“You don’t count,” Joon hwi said. “Besides I’m pretty sure you locked us in that cupboard so you can get more time with Sol B in our dorm anyways.”

“No, we locked you in there for the noble cause of saving our ears from listening to you two complain about each other,” Ji ho replied, pushing up his wire-rimmed glasses.

“I mean it’s not any better now,” Ye seul mumbled, which Sol A quickly shot a glare at in reply. Before she could formulate a proper response, Slughorn cleared his throat, signaling the start of the class.

“Alright, alright, settle down please,” Slughorn’s voice carried through the room, as everyone scrambled to take their seat next to their partner. “As all of you are aware, one of the integral potions we will brew in your final year is Amortentia. Now, why is this potion considered dangerous? Yes, Ms. Kang,” he called out to the poised girl.

“It is considered the most powerful love potion in existence, and ingestion causes powerful infatuation and obsession. But, the scent of it is safe to inhale,” she answered.

“Good. Five points to Slytherin,” Slughorn nodded. “Now, what are the characteristics of Amortentia? Yes, Mr. Ko,” he pointed to Yeong-chang’s raised.

“It has a distinctive mother-of-pearl shine and spiraling steam, but the scent varies depending on the person. Generally, the scent is personalized to what or who the person loves,” he chimed in, but it was clear his eyes were flashing down to the textbook.

Sol A let out a small scoff. Cheater.

“And Yeong-chang will probably smell his girlfriend, the giant squid,” Ji ho sneered, and Joon hwi laughed alongside him, much to Yeong-chang’s glare.

“Five points from both Gryffindor and Slytherin,” Slughorn announced, disapproval tinging his words. “Mr. Han, Mr. Seo, I expect more from the two of you. And as this is your last strike, please switch partners with the bench next to you.”

Unbelievable. Slughorn was a favorite professor of Sol’s, but he was always unfair towards Joon hwi and Ji ho just because they didn’t excel at potions the way Yeong-chang did. Of course, the dear professor wasn’t aware that Yeong-chang cheated and faked his way through the class.

Joon hwi frowned as he slid in the seat next to Sol A, Ye-seul taking his place next to Ji ho.

“He’s being unfair,” Sol A mumbled as Slughorn continued his lecture. She could feel Joon hwi’s eyes on her as she gazed ahead, trying to put on the facade of paying attention to the lecture when all she could think of was the boy beside her.

“You can’t do much about it. Assemblyman Ko was one of Slughorn’s old sponsors and you know how he likes feeling like he’s in control of the powerful,” Joon hwi replied with a shrug. Silence fell over them once more as they listened to Slughorn instruct them on the process, but a part of Sol’s mind was always aware of his presence.

The warmth radiated off of him as Sol sat, side by side with her arm not even a breath away from his, and she noted every rise and fall of his chest as the boy trained his eyes on their professor. She could hear every inhale, see every expression and thought that crossed his face.

Honestly, it was a little annoying how aware she was of him. It was as though a part of her mind would always be occupied by him, what he was doing, what he was saying, what he was wearing. It was frustrating that so much of her life was consumed by him, but what could she do except to love him?

“With that, I’ll set you free to brew your own. Please be careful as this is a very advanced potion, and be diligent. Do not ingest the potion in any way,” Slughorn's voice was firm as he set them free.

Immediately the bustle of students erupted through the classroom, the sound of flipping textbook pages and the shuffling of feet towards the shelves of ingredients as students got busy brewing.

“I’ll get the ingredients?” Joon hwi asked.

“I’ll set up the cauldron,” Sol nodded in agreement as they split up, Joon hwi leaving their bench to gather their ingredients. Slowly, Sol prepped the cauldron to brew the potion, taking extra care to make sure that nothing spilled or touched their skin.

The process to make amortentia was slow and methodical, with both Joon hwi and Sol working in tandem to be careful as they added the ingredients. A blanket of silence fell over them as they worked together, trying to monitor the potion closely to add the correct ingredients at the right times.

Slughorn slowly made his rounds around the classroom, watching as students made their potions, and commenting on advice when needed. He passed by Sol’s bench almost twice, only nodding wordlessly as he looked over the potion, which usually meant approval. If Sol wasn’t working with Joon hwi, she might have even received a comment or two, but it seems Slughorn’s disdain for Joon hwi ended up extending to her as she worked with him.

“God, Joon hwi, did you roll around in the Quidditch Pitch before you came here?” Sol asked, wrinkling her nose as she stirred the cauldron. She tried to keep the potion from spilling as the potion glinted against the light, the pearl shine mesmerizing as the spiral steam wafted from it.

“Clearly, you decided to douse yourself with your perfume this morning. I think it’s going to give me a headache,” he laughed, as he stood behind her, looking over the potion. If she stepped even an inch backward, her back would be against his chest, his body lurching close as he watched over the potion.

“But my perfume bottle broke yesterday,” Sol said, her body tensing as she twisted her head to look up at him. Confusion was etched across her face as Joon hwi’s face drained of color slightly, as he avoided her gaze.

“I haven’t been down to the pitch since last week,” Joon hwi whispered.

Their eyes locked, and the breath knocked out of both of them. She simply stared at him, wide-eyed as her mind scrambled to process what just happened. They were smelling each other in the Amortentia. Sol blinked, trying to take in the shocking features of Joon hwi’s face as her heart raced, threatening to beat out of her chest.

She knew she was in love with him, it was always there within her heart, but to be called out on it, in front of him? It was too much. Sol wanted to say she felt mortified that Joon hwi was aware of her feelings, but she couldn’t help but find relief in some odd confirmation of his feelings for her, even though they couldn’t be together.

“Well, congratulations to Mr. Han and Ms. Kang, for successfully brewing the first batch of amortentia for this year! The two of you can clean up and dispose of the potion properly, before leaving class,” Slughorn informed them as he passed by their bench, looking over their cauldron, before passing by to the next bench, but she couldn’t care less.

Her feet were firmly planted on the ground, still looking up at the shocked boy, looking as though he didn’t see it coming, as though he wasn’t even aware. His shoulders were tense with a breath he was holding, as he looked down at Sol, eyes wide and starstruck.

And all she could do was stare.

Her eyes were almost glazed over, trying to just process what happened, what she smelled, what he smelled. It was too much for her mind to handle at once, only made worse by his gaze set on her, making her feel as though she was on fire.

“You two can leave, you know?” Ye-seul’s soft voice broke their concentration as her arm reached out to touch Sol’s shoulder, jolting her from her trance. Her best friend’s eyes were kind, sympathetic to her as Sol nodded slowly. Her movements felt as though they were on autopilot, robotically gathering her textbook and parchments spread across the bench.

As though Joon hwi’s body just restarted, his movements frantically joined Sol to clean up their mess. A heavily uncomfortable silence fell over the two as their friends looked at the two of them with glances of pity and a knowing expression that infuriated her slightly.

She didn’t even utter a word of goodbye when she was finally done, forcing herself to pretend as though he wasn’t present. She walked out trying her best to pretend nothing was wrong, her back straight and her eyes fixed on some distant place as she tried to rush her way out and back to her dorm.

Except she couldn’t even avoid Joon hwi at her dorm.

Oh god, how am I going to face him now?

It’s been a week since the amortentia incident. Turns out that spending all her time with Joon hwi for the past year made her well versed in his schedule, which was particularly useful to make sure she avoided him at all costs.

Yes, contrary to her branding as a Gryffindor, she avoided him. While she had the bravery to confront Assemblyman Ko and the Ministry of Magic, confessing to her crush was where she drew the line.

She would disappear the moment she spotted him within a one-mile radius of her, which meant leaving breakfast early and dipping out of any gatherings. The only class she shared with him was potions, and luckily she was allowed to take her rightful seat with Ye-Seul.

Her friends, of course, thought the idea was stupid.

“Where’s your Gryffindor spirit?” questioned Sol B when Sol had asked her to be her personal shield until Joon hwi left the room. Even the gentle, loyal Ye-Seul had expressed concern with her behavior, warning her that putting off talking with him would only end up in hurt and confusion.

Sol would hear none of it. It was painful, knowing that Joon hwi was aware of her feelings and worse, that he returned them in full force. It was the universe's cruel joke, to make sure that her feelings were requited and then forbid her from pursuing a relationship with him.

On some level, she was aware that she was just preventing herself from enjoying true happiness, knowing that there was a sliver of a chance that it would be okay A large part of her hoped to love him, to hold him in her arms, to have him fully and without inhibitions. But the rational part, the level-headed side that she had grown to resent, told her that it would only end in pain and heartache.

There were simply too many barriers between them, she argued. He was a rich pureblood witch that was set for so much greatness ahead of him. He was destined for it, and it only made sense that whoever his partner was, would match his skills. She was the poor muggle-born witch, struggling to hold her own against the brightest at Hogwarts. She would only drag him down, she reasoned.

So, whatever fantasies of romance she had with Joon hwi would pass. It would have to pass. She will watch Joon hwi fall in love with someone else, someone better, someone worthy of him, and she will be happy for them. It didn’t matter that Joon hwi was the end for her, that she wouldn’t love anyone like she loved him. All that mattered was that he would get the person he deserved.

And all she could do was live out her life, sequestered to wishing that the person was her.

Sol checked her watch as she sat on the common room couch. 8:00 PM. Crap. It was almost the end of quidditch practice. She hurried as she grabbed some parchment and quills into her bag, trying to move fast so she can leave before he returned for his nightly shower.

Sol walked quickly towards the entrance, fiddling with the strap of her satchel as her feet propelled her forward, only to run into a warm figure. Momentarily frozen, she took a deep breath. Grass. Rain. Joon hwi.

Her head snapped up to meet the gaze of the boy, his hair dripping wet. Unlike most nights, he was showered, no longer sweating and panting from his practice. Her eyes roamed his figure as she cleared her throat.

“Hi,” she stuttered out as she looked up at him, stumbling back to put some distance between them.

“Hi,” he let a breath out as he stared down at her, his gaze piercing into her. Her body felt as though it was lit on fire, his eyes peeling her apart against her will.

“Have a good practice?” she asked, a pitiful attempt at going back to whatever amalgamation of friendship and love they had before.

“Uh, yeah,” he answered, hesitant. He pursed his lips as he continued to look at her, as though he was trying to figure out a puzzle or a mystery.

“Good then,” she concluded, tearing her gaze away from him and stepping aside, trying to move around him. Only he mirrored her movements, using his body to block her path.

She tried again, this time in the other direction, only to be met with him blocking her, and she let out a frustrated huff. Just let me move Joon hwi, and we can be passed this.

“Let me leave, Joon hwi,” she ground out, looking up at him with irritation.

“We have to talk about it at some point,” his voice firm. “You can’t ignore it forever.”

“Talk about what?” she feigned ignorance, gritting her teeth.

“Potions. Last week. The amortentia?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” she pursed her lips as she looked down at her feet, his expression too much for her to handle. One more look into his warm eyes, and the guilt would come crashing through her body.

Now was not the time to be weak and give in Sol. This is for his own good. She tried to convince herself, weakly.

“You can ignore it all you want, but I know what you smelled in that cauldron Kang Sol,” he took a step closer to her, forcing her back. Her eyes blurred as they stared into his red and golden Quidditch jersey, the colors blurring out as she noted the steady rhythm of his chest.

“So what, I smelled you in the cauldron,” she replied, her hands gripping tightly on the strap of her bag. She moved her head to meet his eyes, steeling herself. “No big deal.”

“Not a big deal? Yeah no, it’s definitely not a big deal when the girl I’ve been in love with since the first year smelled me in amortentia,” he scoffed, his familiar face confused and frustrated.

“So you agree,” she quirked an eyebrow. “It’s not a big deal.” Sol swallowed, trying not to let her traitorous heart dance at the confession that he loved her since the moment he met her. Every breath felt heavy, as though the action hurt every molecule in her body.

“It’s certainly a big deal. Sol...” he sighed. His eyes scrunched with pain, with desperation as his voice dipped into distress. “You know I love you.”

She drew a sharp breath at the admission, a pain and suffocation unfurling in her chest. Her throat closed at the admission, her eyes welling up with tears as she told herself that this was necessary. Why did you have to make it so hard?

“You shouldn’t.” she clenched her jaw, desperate to make him see how much it pained her to do this. So much regret and agony welled up in her body that she clenched her fists, trying so hard to steel herself. To tell herself that this is simply momentary.

“You don’t mean that,” he pleaded, his voice almost raw with emotion.

“I do. It’s a mistake Joon hwi,” Sol said stiffly.

Quickly, Joon hwi grew very, very still. It was as though he wasn’t even breathing as he looked down at her, his eyes filled with pain, with anger. A simple silence stretched between them, the tension filling the air as his eyes bored into her, making her skin itch with heat.

The way he looked at her was suffocating, an eternal reminder of what she was doing seared into her mind. In the back of her head, the hopeful Sol clawed her way through, desperately arguing to stay, to allow herself to love him fully. But all her fears, every insecurity shoved her down, telling her that this is for the best.

“Why?” Joon hwi asked, his voice hollow.

“What?”

“Why is it a mistake?”

“Because... Because it will only end up bad for both of us. You know that Joon hwi,” she pleaded. “You... you deserve more. Someone at your level, who can love you and keep up. Whatever this is... It’ll pass.”

Joon hwi stood in simple silence, his eyes roaming her face with a flash of irritation. “Who are you to determine what I deserve?”

Sol opened her mouth to reply, but he cut her off.

“More than that, how could you say that you aren’t deserving of this love Sol? How can you not even take a chance on this?” Joon hwi questioned her. “Why can’t we just love each other and that be enough?”

“Because—”

“No. There is no reason you could come up with that is logical enough for you to do this,” he begged her. Joon hwi’s hand was trembling as he brought it up to her face, as though it would burn him to touch her. Softly, slowly, his hand cupped her cheek and in a moment of desperation, Sol leaned into it.

“I love you. And if I know you well enough... you love me. And that’s all I need Sol-ah,” he whispered, “Being loved by you is a lot more than I deserve.”

His touch was so soft against her skin that it lulled her into a peaceful trance. All she could do was look into his eyes, helplessly at his mercy of him. Her hands moved up naturally to rest on his jersey, pulling him closer to her on instinct.

“But—” she weakly attempted at an argument, her hands still clenched in his shirt, her body contrary to her mind. Everything in her craved more of him, for him to push back and tell her this is a good idea, that this is right.

“Please,” he stepped closer to her, both his hands cupping her face to tilt it up to his. “Let me love you,” he whispered to her, his lips a breath away from hers.

His lips were soft as they pressed against hers, hesitant and scared. Sol’s eyes fluttered shut, and as though something clicked into place, she moved her mouth against his slowly. Their kiss was passionate, deliberate as his hands drew her face closer to his, bringing her desperately close.

She dropped her bag as she pulled him close again, forgetting every bit of her surroundings as she was consumed by him. She was lost in the feeling of him, the way his fingers held her so carefully, the warmth of his body bleeding into hers as she stepped closer.

Their tongues moved against each other, exploring each other's mouths with such deliberation, as though they would never enjoy the feeling of kissing each other again. It was filled with every confession, every moment of love that she had suppressed from showing as her hands tugged at his jersey trying to pull his body as close as she could.

They drew away slowly, panting to gather their breath, but crashed into each other once more, the kiss frantic and desperate. This was heated, messy as their mouths slotted against each other, desperate to get as close to each other as they could. Her hands traced the edges of his jersey, before dipping underneath to feel the planes of his stomach, the way his abs tensed as she dragged her nails up.

Joon hwi shivered slightly, before parting slightly, allowing her to drag his jersey off his body in a smooth motion. She gasped slightly at the sight of his body, being able to see, touch, and feel the body she had fantasized about for months, before throwing herself at him once more. The feel of his skin made her desperate to get out of her own clothes, but luckily Joon hwi’s hands traced across the edge of her school shirt, pulling it out of the confines of her skirt.

His deft fingers made quick work of her shirt buttons, parting once only to discard them before they were joined again. The feeling of her naked skin against his was stronger than any alcohol she had ever had, her mind clouded with the way his skin felt. It was so powerful, the way he made her feel that she was sure she would never feel anything like this, for anyone ever again.

Joon hwi dropped his hands from her face, hooking them under her thighs and using his strength to carry her. Sol’s legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, still not parting from their kiss as her arms curled around his neck. Her fingers went to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck, before running her hands lightly in his hair, trying to draw him closer to her.

There was something crazed at the way their hands roamed around each other's bodies, desperate to memorize the feel of his body with her hands, her body, her lips. Sol felt heady in her desire, pure lust for the boy that she loves, that she craves. She felt drunk off the feeling of his lips, breaking away from their kiss to press frantic, messy kisses against her neck.

Carefully, he set her down on the sofa, before climbing over her. The weight of his body was delicious against hers, and feeling every inch of his body pressed against hers felt like a luxury. It was hard for her to breathe, her lust and love for him suffocating and his hands roaming her skin making her mind feel lost.

She could feel her mind lose focus as Joon hwi’s attention turned down her neck and her collarbones, taking his sweet time exploring every inch of her body with his hands, his lips, his teeth. Her hands once more sought anchor in his hair, when she realized just how damp it was.

“Wait,” she said, her voice throaty from disuse. “Did you take a shower already?”

“Mhm,” he hummed against her skin, pressing kisses into her stomach as he continued his track down her body. “The quidditch pitch has showers.”

“So,” she paused, letting out a gasp when he nipped at her skin, “Why did you come up here to take a shower after practice?”

At that, Joon hwi lifted his head, a mischievous smirk across his face. “That, my love, was just a show for you,” he winked as she gasped.

“You minx! I can’t believe you,” her eyes narrowed.

“Too late. It was your choice to love a Marauder,” he laughed. “I will always be up to no good.”

“Promise?” she asked.

“Promise, Sol-ah,” he smiled, before they got drunk in each other's presence once more.

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Awkward Christmas

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader

Genre: Husband Jungkook AU, Established Relationship, Christmas Day, Angst

Warnings: Cute smut, Unprotected sex (wrap it up babes), Awful mum, Angst, slight swearing

Word count: 3k+

A/N: IM BACK YALL!! No one probably cares hahah but im over my writes block so I should be more active on here! I hope you all enjoy this little dribble that's been in my drafts for months

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Jungkook had always been a tad jealous. Not in an unhealthy way. But in a way that made him radiate the energy of a puppy that wasn’t getting enough attention from its owner. Never any malice or hatred intended just a cute and endearing want of your attention.

Today felt a little different though. But you could understand why.

You could perfectly understand why your husband stood at the far corner of the room on Christmas day as the rest of your family sat around the fireplace waiting for dinner and being festive. You could perfectly understand why his eyes pierced daggers into the back of the head of the familiar stranger that stood in the midst of your family day.

But how were you to have foreseen this situation?

You wondered over to him trying to engage his accurate level of irritation. And as you got closer, it became more obvious.

It was apparent by the way his knuckles turned white as his hands gripped his cocoa mug handle. That was sign number one, he was pissed.

“When are we going home?” he asked in a low biting tone as you arrived at your destination in front of him.

Yikes. That was sign number two. You and Jungkook have been together for 5 years and married for 1 and never before had he asked to leave one of your family events. Your family was big but close knit, the complete opposite of his. He was awkward and distant at first cause he was unused to the familial affection but your family greeted Jungkook with open arms and embraced him as if he had always been part of you all and he loved that. He loved your family and they completely adored him.

Well, everyone except your mother. Which explains precisely why she would do something this cruel.

“Baby, please. I had no idea he was going to be here. I’m going to talk to my mum later, I can’t believe she would invite him. I’m as annoyed as you are” You sighed. You rubbed your hand up and down his arm as an attempt to comfort his restless energy. You looked over your shoulder at the display behind you.

Sat nestled between your mum and your youngest sister sat Cha Eunwoo, your ex-boyfriend. Giggling away like he was always meant to be there. He couldn’t even sense that he was out of place.

Your mum had never been a fan of Jungkook because you and Eunwoo were Highschool sweethearts. And because her and your dad were high school sweethearts, she believed that you and Eunwoo were meant to be together. Ridiculous.

You and Eunwoo had broken up as soon as you guys had finished high school because after his 13th time cheating on you, you decided it was finally time to put your foot down and leave him. Of course, your mum didn’t know, it would break her heart. This kid was like her second son so you decided to leave her blissfully ignorant.

You wished you hadn’t though. Maybe if she knew the truth, she’d be less inclined to do things like this. But you were sure things would be different when you and Jungkook got married. Maybe she’d start to respect your relationship a bit more. You were absolutely wrong on that one. If anything, it had gotten worse. Much worse.

“Baby, it feels like we can’t fucking escape him. Your moms birthday party? He’s there. Your sisters graduation dinner? He’s there. Your nieces school play? He’s there. What kind of man goes to see a nativity play of a child that they have no fucking connection to. Its weird! Does he not feel weird? I feel weird even imagining myself in that situation.”

You tried to refrain from chuckling at your husbands rant.

“Like ‘oh hello sir, who are you here to see’ ‘oh yes, im here to see my ex’s, sisters daughter. She’s playing the donkey and the angel in a dual role’. Is he not ashamed of himself? Is he not embarrassed? That’s really embarrassing”.

A snort escaped you that time. Even when he was pissed, Jungkook still found a way to lighten the weight of every situation by trying to make you laugh. You think he could tell that the situation was stressing you out and making you uncomfortable too.

“First of all, we need to limit your amount of memes. Second of all, I know your uncomfortable JK. I am too. Let’s just get through dinner, open our gifts then we can go home.

You could tell he was weighing your suggestion with the idea of just leaving in his head. He finally nodded hesitantly as he decided to put his pride aside and put on a brave face for you.

Through sheer will power you and Jungkook had braved your way through dinner. It was painfully difficult. There was a barrage of snide comments, inappropriate stories about you and Eunwoo and constant comparisons of your teenage relationship and your marriage. Your mum really outdid herself this time.

Through the whole ordeal you held Jungkook’s hand under the table, giving it a tiny squeeze when things started to get tough.

“Okay, can we PLEASE open our gifts now” groaned your youngest sister as he her legs swung off her chair in impatience.

“Fine, fine! Knock yourselves out” proclaimed your dad, as he plopped himself down in his favourite living room chair looking like the reincarnation of Santa. You’d been nervous when he said he was growing out his beard but you have to say, it suited him very well. It suited his vibe.

He sat observing your younger siblings tear through their presents. Their eyes lighting up as each of them had received exactly wat they asked for. Your dad loved to spoil each and every one of you.

Your dad has always been a very warm man. Loving and affectionate. Everything a kid could want from a parent. Which perfectly contrasted your mum.

Not to say that your mum wasn’t loving, she was just very frosty. Cold and stoic would be the best way to describe her. They seemed like an odd pair but they complimented each other perfectly. Well, most of the time.

Your dad handed Jungkook his gift and his reaction was priceless.

Your dad had gotten Jungkook brand-new Elite SG-210S Pro Sparring Gloves. You watched as your husband beamed with joy. He was like a child receiving the gift of a lifetime, his heart swelled and his eyes got teary. He had never received a gift like this. He was touched that your dad, who wasn’t even related to him, had gotten him an expensive gift for a hobby that they both shared. “So now when we box at the gym, it’ll be fair game this time son! No excuses for me winning” your dad smiled and patted him on the back. “Thank you, sir. Thank you so much, I don’t even know what to say. I cant thank you enough” Jungkook said, looking at your dad with pure gratitude in his eyes. It made your chest warm with pride to see the two most important men in your life share such a loving moment together. You knew they had so much love for each other and every day you thank the universe that you have both of them in your life. “You spent how much on them?! Why would you do that when you know he probably didn’t get you anything half as expensive as that. You always spend without thinking” Of course, she would ruin such a beautiful moment. Your mum had such a lovely way for squeezing as much joy from your husband as she could. “Honey, not today.” Your dad responded as he walked back to his chair, completely shutting down the rant she was about to go into. You tell her dad! “Well anyway, I didn’t get you anything this year Jungkook I hope you understand. Me and ______’s dad did end up paying quite a lot for your wedding cause you couldn’t afford it. But that can’t be helped, not everyone can have a good well paying job like Eunwoo”. “Please Mrs.______. It’s okay, being a company director isn’t that great hahah. I heard painters and artists are getting paid quite a lot these days. Isn’t that right Jungkook?” Eunwoo’s cutting sarcasm wasn’t lost on Jungkook who slightly winced at the comment. This was the final straw for you. “That’s it I’ve had enough. We’re going home. Im not gonna stand here while you disrespect my husband” “Hah, husband? Is that what you call him? What kind of husband can’t provide a life for his wife?! ______ your still living in the apartment you lived in on your own for Christ sake! He has offered you nothing! Provided you nothing! He is a failure and unworthy of being your husband!” You heard a door slam. You looked to your side to find your husband gone. The room was silent as you offered one final glare to your mother. “At least Jungkook would never cheat on me like this asshole did!” “Watch your language in my house! Eunwoo would never do that!” “Yes, he would and he did. You’re so delusional and self-absorbed. Your only concern is what you want. The boy you love so much broke my heart inti pieces and the man you just humiliated spent 6 years putting those pieces back together. He loves me. He loves me in ways I didn’t even know were possible. When I sleep at night I never WORRY about if he’s going to fall for someone else. Nothing on this earth could make me question that man’s devotion and faithfulness to me. He is the kindest soul, why can everyone see that except you?!” Your mum looked at you wide eyed and speechless. Her head snapped in Eunwoo’s direction to find him avoiding all eye contact with her, confirming your statement. She turned back to you but you had already gone. Gone to console the man that you had chosen but he was gone. Your dad had dropped you off home. And wished you luck before you walked in and apologised for his wife’s behaviour. He promised he’d apologise to Jungkook on Wednesday when they go to the gym. You stood at your front door and took a deep breath ready to face whatever laid before you. On the drive home you cursed yourself for making him sit through that. Why hadn’t you just gone home when he asked? You felt awful but you had to tell him that. You had to tell him that you knew that, you had to let him know that he deserved better than that and that he wouldn’t have to go through that ever again. You pushed the door open to reveal an empty living room. You half expected that. When Jungkook was upset all he’d want to do was sleep. So, you slowly made your way to your bedroom. Each step creaked as you approached the thick mahogany door. You pushed it open to reveal his bare back faced towards you his lower half hidden below the bedsheets. You let out a soft sigh as you removed your clothes and slotted yourself behind him. You drew small circles on his back while he breathed. His breath was uneven so you knew he wasn’t sleeping but you decided that you would wait for him to be ready to talk about it before you said a word. You were laying there for almost 10 minutes before two words that broke your heart were uttered. “Im sorry” “Baby you have no reason to be sorry. It was my mu- “ “No Babe, she’s right. It was stupid of me to think that I could give you everything you deserved. You deserve better than anything I could ever give you. I wanted to take you away this Christmas. To somewhere nice so we could just forget about everything. That’s all you wanted this year and I was determined to make it happen but I couldn’t even pull through and do that. I feel like I’ve failed you, sweetheart. I really do.” “Jeon Jungkook. Please look at me.” He paused but eventually obliged your request and turned around to face you, nose and cheeks flushed red. He had been crying. “I love you. I have never loved anyone the way I love you. No man has ever painted a portrait of me and presented it in an art exhibit for hundreds of people to see. No man has ever walked 5 miles to bring me lunch to work cause I forgot it and no man has ever sat through the torture you sat through today for me. You didn’t deserve that Jungkook and I should have never allowed it to happen. I’m sorry. I couldn’t imagine a future without you in it. So please, never question the importance you hold in my life. My whole heart is yours; I love you.”

He looked you in your eyes to gage your sincerity. He absorbed every word that fell from your lips and replied with a soft kiss to your forehead. He reached over and pulled you into him.

He hugged you impossibly tight and you let out a playful giggled. You could tell he was feeling better after your reassurance. So you chuckled and said, “Kookie, I love you too but you’re crushing me–” He let go of you and flipped himself around to rest on his elbows so he could look at you properly.

Even after a long day, you were still as lovely, maybe even more beautiful than the first time he met. Your hands touched his cheeks, bringing him back from his lovesick gaze.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked him soft smile. “How much I love you” he said, lowering his head to kiss your neck, where he knew you were the most sensitive.

You moaned in response, arching your neck, giving him more access to your sensitive skin. “I’m so...freaking…lucky to have you baby” he said, pausing in between to kiss you at another spot. “I’m yours and you’re all mine” Jungkook said, raising his head to look at you once more. Even after years of being with this man, he still made your heart race and made butterflies flutter in your stomach.

You pulled him down, to meet his soft lips. His hands ran down the sides of your body, without missing a single spot as he angled his face to deepen the kiss.

He slowly maneuvered his way downwards, sucking and lightly nipping at your erect nipples that glistened with his saliva. He sucked on your right nipple, making you moan out his name, “J-Jungkook” while he massaged the other.

“It’s alright baby, I wanna hear your voice. I wanna hear how I make you feel.” he said as he let go of your nipple with a pop. His fingers lightly trailed the lips of your pussy, as you curved your back, desperately trying to meet his fingers.

“P-please” Jungkook smirked at you, before holding your thighs in place and moving down, leaving trails of hickeys down the inner side of your thigh, before he licked your pussy.

“aa-ahh” you moaned out loudly. “More, Jungkook p-please” you pleaded, your hands wrapping tightly around his hair, as his face was stuffed between your legs.

“You’re that wet for me baby? We were with your family less than an hour ago and now your hear in bed dripping wet for me. Such a naughty girl” he taunted before licking your pussy again. He carried on with this action, going faster at times and slower at others.

Just as you were about to reach your climax Jungkook suddenly stopped to a sudden halt. You looked down at him with frustration tearing through your body. Your eyebrows laced together in question.

“That’s what you get for making me sit through that dinner princess” He chuckled as he moved into place between your legs. He lined Himself up to your entrance, he teased you, sliding his dick up and down through your folds and only entering his head before quickly pulling it out.

This made you whine and beg, “p-please Jungkook, I’m sorry, I need you so bad. Please”.

Jungkook smirked at your plea. He entered you in one sudden thrust, making you moan out in satisfaction.

Jungkook let you adjust, before he slowly began thrusting into you.

“Did Eunwoo ever fuck you like this princess?” He asked as the speed of his thrusts into you began to pick up. You groaned in response too enthralled in pleasure to give a coherent answer.

He’s hips came to a sudden halt and you grumbled in irritation.

“I asked you a question baby”

“No Jungkook, he never fucked me like this. No one has ever fucked me as good as you! P-please baby, don’t stop” He whispered his love for you as he commenced pounding into your tight pussy.

“I love you so much ______” he groaned out as he thrusted particularly deeper.

You left hickeys on his neck as his face buried into your neck. Pausing for brief moments letting his cock to warm in your pussy.

As he started to gain more momentum, his thrusts became harder and more erratic. Sound of skin slapping together filled the room and the bed pounded on the wall slightly, moans and loud panting filled the room.

“I’m cumming, cum with me princess, cum with me” Jungkook said breathlessly. You came with his words, your walls tightening around him milking his cock as well. Thick spurts of his cum filled you as he collapsed onto you being sure not to put his whole-body weight onto you.

Jungkook rolled you on top of him, cock still in you as he wrapped his arms around you embracing you close.

“I love you so much ______”

“And I love you too Jungkook”

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