#fUCKING JAE OUT HERE WITH HIS ENGLISH

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❝ message in a bottle ; 마크이

𖥻 pairing: college!mark lee x female reader

𖥻 contains: college!au, fluff, slight angst, second chance romance

𖥻 warnings: swearing, marijuana & alcohol consumption / english is not my first language and this is my first work ever on tumblr so i am sorry if there are any grammar mistakes or misspellings

word count — 4.06k

synopsis — you and mark were in a situationship for a few months before things ended poorly when you got too scared of your feelings and he had to leave the country for an exchange program in london. now, six months later, you were at a party with your friends and discovered mark was back in town.

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AND just like that, your whole world stopped spinning for a long and torturous minute. in the blink of an eye, you went from being over-the-moon excited — and slightly intoxicated — with the idea of partying with your friends during the first summer night before heading to your hometown in the next couple of days to being paralyzed, feeling all your blood get drained far away from where it should be in your body. in the blink of an eye, you went from being a happy girl with the arrival of the last member of your friend group to someone terrified with the sight of a ghost from the past. a quick glance, unintended by all means, in mark’s direction was all it took for the memories from that previous year to come flooding back to hit you like a lost train.

“hey, princess,” he said. his cheeks burning in a shade of shameful red, but something stronger than him was preventing his stare from going anywhere else other than your eyes. there was a blunt hanging between his teeth. “how you doing?”

“that’s it, guys; i’m done with this. i’m just gonna change my major or something like that! everything’s going terribly wrong, and i can’t keep torturing myself by studying this shit.”

you dropped your head and rested your forehead on your arm that lay on top of the desk in front of you right as the confession slipped from your lips like a dangerous poison that you should not have taken. it was the first time you’d ever said it out loud to someone else to hear — other than the mischievous voice inside your head — how you truly felt about the english major you were pursuing. the fear of judgment and of being too hasty about this decision was corroding every last bit of your emotional health, and because of it, you could sense that a storm was coming. what if you did change majors and ended up not adapting? how would you find a job, or better yet: how would you support living all by yourself if you couldn’t even pick an undergraduate academic path? time was running out, and the unbearable clock inside your mind wouldn’t give you a break. the tick-tacking of the goddamn thing was going to drive you to insanity at any point soon.

“hey, chill for once, okay? it’s normal to feel like that and to want something new. hell, i know i had to change my major twice before finding out what i actually wanted to do. jae did the same thing. you’re not alone.” jeno offered you a small yet reassuring smile or someone who didn’t quite know what to say but still wanted to see his friend more relaxed.

“exactly! take a deep breath and think things through with an easy heart. if you need help, we’re here to help you." swallowing the last bite of the sandwich he had bought earlier, renjun tapped the notebook in front of him. “how’s that linguistics project going?”

as you raised your head, you shook your head in a negative sign. “i mean, it’s good. too good, actually… and that’s sort of the problem. like, the dude i’m working with is super sweet and really fucking good at this class and so he’s kind of doing the whole thing by himself and dragging me along with it ever since we started. i feel terrible, even if he says it’s all good and stuff, but it is what it is, i guess.”

before either of the guys could express any opinion about what was just said, a guy with freshly cut black hair — it was even possible to see the drawing of a spiderweb on the left side of his undercut —, earphones in and a large yankees shirt approached the desk, more specifically you, and offered a genuine smile that wasn’t common to see between two colleagues who were only working on a school project together at you. the unknown man squatted so he could be at your height and unlocked his ipad’s screen to the word document the two of you were using to write notes together, or at least that was the initial idea because the reality was that mark was doing all of it alone, proudly.

“oh, hi, y/n, you good? just wanted to ask you a quick question… have you taken a look at this topic right here? i know we’re only supposed to work on it in two weeks but i was wondering if maybe you’ve come up with the same conclusion as me.”

feeling a thousand times more embarrassed than if a professor asked you to present a thirty-minute seminar alone in front of the whole class, you felt the tip of your fingers getting cold and a thin droplet of sweat rolling down your temple. “uhm, hey, mark. yeah, about that… look, i didn’t really have a chance to look at that yet, i’m sorry. i can barely manage this week’s assignments, let alone two weeks from now. i- i’ll text you when i read it, okay?”

you didn’t know it at the time — or if you did, you had an enviable ability of discretion — but every single time mark heard his name escape from your heavenly drawn lips, his heart would skip a beat or two and he felt like he was about to combust at any second. it was the first time in his whole life that he had ever felt that way about someone and dealing with feelings of that magnitude was both weird and extraordinary, which meant that the ravenette wasn’t completely aware of how to process them. mark’s solution for his overwhelming thoughts whenever you were around was to take charge of everything he could in that project, to make you feel relaxed about that one particular class. the canadian was terrible at linguistics, for his skills were much more reliable during literature classes: he could interpret and internalize poetry from the eighteenth century like it was nothing, and plays written in latin during the roman empire were of natural understanding for him; and yet, ever since the first day of that semester in which it was requested that both of you joined efforts to build the complicated assignment, it was impossible for mark to not pull all-nighters reading texts and more texts, watching one video class after another that broke down the subject of that class just so he could give his absolute best when the time came to work alongside you and you didn’t find him an idiot, as most people in that university usually did after meeting him for the first time.

mark just wanted to impress you and the last thing he could be worried about was doing all that alone, as long as it meant that he could still have the minimum interaction with you.

“yeah, sure, that’s cool. if you need anything let me know, alright?”

you were still in a state of complete shock. no words would come out of your mouth, making it impossible to answer properly the question directed at you by the boy that a year before was the reason for many sleepless nights and therapy sessions, through no fault of his, which was even worse, because mark was perfect and you hated yourself for how everything ended.

a cold breeze, too cold for a summer night, hit the both of you with enough strength to make you shiver and it was only then that you realized that none of your friends were around anymore. you were alone again with mark for what had felt like a lifetime since he left the country for an exchange program in london and with enough unspoken words to make the whole situation a million times more uncomfortable than it needed to be. what were you supposed to say right now? “oh, hi, mark, long time no see! listen, i’m really sorry for being horrible to you last year, i’ve spent the last six months torturing myself because i only woke up to the fact that i had let the perfect guy for me get away too late to try and fix everything”? you ran your fingers through your hair, knowing that there were no words of your knowledge that could make it easier, that could put together again the pieces of what had once been something magical that the two of them were building.

you couldn’t care less about all those times your therapist tried to be kinder to your heart than you had ever been, or how your friends always tried to distract your mind from the constant haunt of self-collection and, to be honest, didn’t really mind that yes, after all the effort and studying, you had managed to change your major to something you actually enjoyed if the price for it was to drop the perfect crystal piece that was mark’s precious heart. there were no words that could take that back, and going against every piece of advice that was given to you, you had imagined more times than you’d like to admit how this encounter would play out: what you would do, what you would say or not say, how it’d feel… but none of those scenarios inside your mind was anywhere near to the real sensation of being in front of him again.

mark looked taller — or maybe it was just the feeling of missing him crushing your soul and clouding your judgment —, the slim body now gave way to the body of a man who went to the gym and tried to truly take care of his health, his hair that previously used to be as dark as the t-shirts he used to enjoy wearing was now covered in a shade of red so bright that it reminded you of his favorite superhero’s suit. even still, the one thing that caught your attention the most were his eyes. before mark left, before the whole chaos, they were always big and full of life, like those of a curious cub and you could always feel a cozy warmth travel across your body when mark looked at you with such brightness; however, it seemed that ever since the canadian got back in town, they were opaque, closed off to the outer world as if his eyes were now carrying some kind of intense melancholy behind them. the familiar redness in his sclerae, months ago, used to always be accompanied by an excited and smiling version of mark lee, but that night the only thing apparent to you was that lee was holding on to weed like some kind of way to numb the break-up pain.

the redhead had lived a thousand different lives during his exchange: saw and learned things that he knew he would never have achieved if he hadn't accepted the opportunity to go to england and yet, his mind couldn’t recall any of those experiences with the genuine happiness he should’ve felt like any other normal and grateful person would if they were on his shoes; to mark, ever since you left him all alone, he had turned into nothing but an empty shell of what should’ve been the real mark lee. what were his experiences, his learnings, his funny stories if, at any moment, he was allowed to at least call the person he loved and share all of that with her?

“yeah, i guess i’m okay.” you answered, holding back a cry that was stuck in your throat before looking away. “you?”

a shiver went down the english student as he waited for his project partner to arrive at the coffee shop you two had agreed to meet at to finish for good the agonizing linguistics document. it didn’t even seem real that you were finally concluding the most stressful and endless project of your university career until that moment and despite the sweet taste of reaching the finish line, mark had on his lips a bitter one, because he knew that the very instant you pressed “send” on the body of that e-mail to your professor, all of his excuses to talk to you would come to an end. it was only the beginning of november, you should spend at least a few more weeks studying together if said professor were to follow a normal academic calendar like the rest of his fellow colleagues of the department.

mark would only have one last chance of making this work out and that chance was right there and then. anxiety and fear were destroying the boy with more strength than he himself was biting through his nails waiting for you to arrive.

“gosh, mark, i’m so sorry!” you said in a panting tone when you finally managed to get to the coffee shop and met the guy that, by that point, had already become your friend. “the bus took forever to get to the stop i needed and then the subway was also chaotic… anyways, i’m sorry that i’m late.”

the both of you stayed a long time in that coffee shop, not only finishing the assignment but also laughing together and watching a few episodes of modern family on his computer as a way to relax after all the constant flow of negative emotions the both of you were facing during that semester due to not only that particular class but also all the other ones with their enormous reading load. by the time you had indeed finished what you were supposed to do, you were feeling so comfortable in mark’s presence that you didn’t even notice when you heart started to race faster and faster before the mundane things the lee did: the way he smiled from ear to ear, or how kind he was to everyone around him. you were starting to fall in love with how mark explained all the different concepts he used to build his arguments across the paper like someone would explain the most basic things to a child, and you thought it was sweet the way he would say “dude” and “no way” every couple of sentences that fell from his lips. but, above all, unconsciously, the way mark seemed to glow every time he looked at you was ethereal to your eyes.

as soon as you sent the hated file, it started to rain on the outside of the coffee shop, but contrary to the ideal scenario, you couldn’t stay in there just waiting until the climate conditions became more favorable because the two of you had places to be at, on opposite directions. there would be no other alternative but to run to the nearest subway station, or in the brunette’s case, the bus stop.

mark immediately took off his hoodie to shield you as best as he could from the rain, in exchange for you protecting his backpack that contained his computer as if your life depended on it, the moment you two stepped outside the establishment and something of a thunderstorm was taking over the avenue. mark couldn’t help it and ended up laughing at the situation you two had found yourselves in, thinking about how he wished he was a little less broke and had a car to take the girl of his dreams back to her place without having to worry about the rain, or how he wished he was stronger to pick you up and carry you to the subway station and, with that, spare your shoes from coming in contact with the soaked surface of the sidewalk. before you could notice, you were right in front of the stairs that led to the station.

“bye, i think.” you said, giggling along with him while you tried to fix your hair that, despite mark’s hoodie’s protection, still got wet from the rain.

the lee was going to answer you like a decent and proper person, he really was, but in that very moment, a raindrop fell from the marquee above you and somehow managed to hit you right on the forehead, which made you close your eyes, but mark kept his wide open. with an automatic reaction of his body, almost like an involuntary movement that he was incapable of controlling — such as the beats of his accelerated heart — his left hand traveled to your neck while his right thumb was busy drying the solitary raindrop slowly, to give his mind time to analyze every little inch of your face so close to his. mark tried to respond with words to your farewell, but his impulse to kiss you was far stronger than any cohesive phrase that his brain could formulate in that moment.

the literature student, now in his final semester, nodded as he bit his lower lip and those opaque eyes fell to the floor beneath his feet after stepping on the remaining of his blunt. mark didn’t even know why he started that conversation in the first place, it was obvious that it was impossible for him to stand close to you without it affecting some part of him — whether for good or for bad — and even still, there he was, not managing to say a single word to you, nor being able to get closer, just feeding that giant gray and terrifying cloud that grew over both of your heads due to the impasse of what this was and what it should have been.

unlike his mind, that was only able to repeat tirelessly the day he finally built the confidence to kiss you, yours was in a hurricane of terrible memories that involved the brief, yet intense, relationship you two shared — or whatever the hell one could call it. how was it even possible that something that lasted only four months could leave such deep scars?

if mark was trying to hold back a smile remembering how it felt to have your lips on top of his, you were only torturing yourself with the replayed image of mark being crushed in front of you, by no fault other than your own. it was your fault that fear was allowed to consume every single good thing that the lee had ever given you; it was your fault that you’d thought that whole thing was a sick and sadistic joke from the universe and that, in reality, there was no way someone like him could've ever fallen in love with you. in the deepest, darkest, cruelest part of your soul, you were convinced that everything was your fault and not your mind trying to destroy you before something so pure and happy.

you were a sinking ship, navigating towards a port with not a single sight of a lighthouse’s spark to help you, not knowing how to reach the treasure that awaited your arrival because other people had already destroyed the lighthouse. the ability to grope around, trying to find yourself in the darkness you’d placed yourself, was stripped away from you the second you gave in to the bruises that were caused by third parties, and mark knew it wasn't your fault, although it was still difficult to try and be the guide to someone that wouldn't allow them to have access to the heat and light from the fire he tried to offer.

without even realizing it, the silenced cry stuck in your throat for months on end started to escape, not giving you any power to control it. you felt anger, sadness, frustration and you were missing mark… all at the very same time, in an endless swirl triggered by the mere vision of having mark back into your reality.

just like the first time you kissed, the unconscious answer of mark lee’s body to the sound of you crying after such a long time being away from you was to wrap his arms around your body without allowing himself to give too much thought to the action that just took place. if it was even possible, noticing you needing him in any way, shape or form was a true calling for him and it didn't matter how much time could've gone by, the lee couldn't ignore it. to love you and protect you was just as natural as breathing.

between the supplications for your tears to stop and hair strokes, mark then began to feel something that he thought was dead coming back to life inside the hollow box that was his chest. for months now, the redhead just knew that his heart was no longer there. instead, it must've been put inside a bottle and thrown away into the ocean that separated his emotions from his rational mind, as if he wasn't even the owner of his own feelings.

“please, princess, don't cry. i’m begging you.”

the cruelty of your mind wouldn't give you a break for not even a single second ever since the last time you've heart mark’s melodious voice so close to your ear, and the fact that it carried the same heavy tone of request didn't help with your genuine desire to stop your sobbings as your face was pressed against his chest. in that moment, the last thing on your mind were the looks that other people could be directing at the two of you; you could only see the desperation all over the face of the only man you've ever truly loved. he was in such pain that day — the day you told him you didn't want to see him anymore. soon, though, that image was replaced with the memory of the gut-wrenching feeling of chronic emptiness that filled your chest the following week and you came to your senses that you had make a mistake, but that it was also too late: mark was in another country, it was far too late to ask for forgiveness.

“i know you probably hate me right now. i shouldn't have done that, i shouldn't have said that, i was such an idiot, stupid… i'm sorry, mark, i don't know what was going on in my mind to treat like that, i-”

that sobbing wouldn't allow you to form coherent sentences properly and the way you were crying so helplessly was becoming melancholic instead of just sad to the man holding you. if only mark could get into your merciless head just how he would never be able to hate you, not in a million years, not when there was so much love, desire and adoration intrinsic to the image he had of you, then maybe that big gray cloud would disappear forever and the two of you could just live like he hoped for. all mark wanted was to have the privilege of loving you again.

“y/n, look at me” mark held the red and tear wet face of his beloved girl with kindness while his tone of voice was filled with all the firmness the moment could ask for. “for christ’s sake, y/n, i love you. i could never hate you. dude, really, for once just keep your head out of this and focus on what i’m telling you right now. i love you and this whole time i was thinking of you. only you.”

even if he knew you wouldn't answer anything for a few seconds, or maybe even minutes, mark just allowed a sweet smile to appear on his lips while he delighted himself with the feeling of being allowed to hold your face once again, to stroke your cheeks and to place small, delicate kisses all over your beautiful face — which he knew would force your breathing to slow down, giving you the chance to calm down again. the canadian was smelling like the combination of weed and beer, but somehow, your body knew how to identify the familiar and characteristic smell of his cologne; the same smell your searched for and ached for during the coldest nights, when missing him was too overwhelming it almost felt like a hole was being digged up in your chest. that familiarity was the reason for the shy smile that took over your lips, that opened a breach for light and happiness after all those tears while mark traced your lips with his thumb, admiring you like you were some kind of artwork created just for him.

“i was made to stay just like this with you, princess. and i’m not leaving this time.”

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[softandsourcream]

Stop, you’re losing me~ - one

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Summary: The last time you saw Yoongi wasn't one of your fondest memories. And actually, you thought that after ten years you no longer had any more tears to shed for that memory, for that situation, for him.

What was the problem with meeting him again at his brother's wedding, right?

Right?

pairing: idol! yoongi x vet!f reader.

Words: 9k

genre(s): angst, hurt- comfort, slow burn, fluff, smut (+18) (not this one tho)

au(s): childhood friends - to lovers, idol yoongi, normal vet reader, entertainment industry, denial and resentment.

warnings: curse words, family drama, grief, loss of loved ones, panic/anxiety attacks, damaged mental health, a LOT of struggling. Yoongi is here to help tho♡.

author’s note: just wanna let you all now that I’m so exited that this is out now! Hope you enjoy it and if you have any suggestion just let me know! I don’t bite 🐇. Also, English it’s not my fist language, so please be patient with this dumbass

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IMPORTANT: this fic contains a lot of sensitive topics touched upon explicitly. Please, if any of the tags trigger something in you, stop reading. You’re more important, and there is much more content you can consume here. Take care please! ♡

enjoy!

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“Where are you?”

“Outside.” In fact, he had gotten out of the car a second ago, and he wasn't going to answer, but he didn't know where they were either; the place was exaggeratedly large.

“Get in here then, you're late.”

“I’m at the entrance... where are you?” His voice breathless, he ran a lot in less than 20 minutes.

“Your brother is about to faint, so you’re going to see us easily. The first row.”

Yoongi hung up the phone, and sure enough, it wasn't difficult for him to find his family right at the end of the place. His brother looked around restlessly, probably looking for him or his fiancée, because he knew he was late, but he didn't seem to have started yet either.

His father, on the other hand, observed his brother's concern with the empty gaze he had always had from his seat, blinking slowly without saying much. He smiled a little at the scene (also a little relieved to finally be there) and started walking quickly, straight there, without looking at anyone else.

He greeted some of his aunts from afar, bowed to others he didn't know but greeted him, and ended up meeting his brother's eyes, almost finishing his journey. The concern on his face changed to one of anger, and he approached him as if suddenly he wasn't about to get married and be responsible for a family. His posture was the same as when they played as children, and his mother had to separate them for a toy.

It gave him chills.

“Hel-“

“Where the fuck were you.”

Yoongi frowned exaggeratedly at the bad word, looking at his father, who was watching everything in the same exact spot with the exact same cold and calm eyes.

“You’re not going to say anything to him?”

He didn’t respond, and Yoongi chuckled when his brother insulted him again.

“Calm down, if mom hears you, she-“

“You’re half an hour late, Min.” Finally, his father, mad. He can tell just by his voice. Yoongi shrank from the scolding and grimaced, looking at his brother.

“I’m sorry.” One. Sooner than he expected “They didn’t let me go sooner.” Greum-Jae didn't even seem interested in hearing an excuse; Yoongi had never seen him so angry before. But he still dared to continue speaking. “I get you’re mad, and I’m sorry, but don’t be mad with me right now. This is your day, we can fight later, and I’m here. I’m really sorry, for real, it wasn't my intention to ruin this for you.”

“Now it’s my job to be calm?” Jae fled from his touch. “To ignore your mistakes? You literally have one job.”

“I know I- I don’t have any other excuse, okay? I’m really sorry.”

Two.

It was subtle, but after a moment, his gaze softened, and so did his body, which was the most noticeable. Jae hugged him, and Yoongi smiled sadly, because he did feel bad, but, of course, it wasn’t the time to show it.

“You’re lucky she’s late too, and that I’m in a good mood right now.” He knows. “Missed you…”

“Me too.” His smell, his hugs, his voice. His home. He missed. “You are in a good mood, though? You look like you're about to throw up.”

He hit his shoulder, breaking the hug and getting closer to his father. Yoongi says hi to him without receiving a response, of course. He looked older and tired, which made him think about how long he had not set foot in that city. He squeezed his fist, unsettled. “I’m nervous; of course I look like that.”

Yoongi was going to ask why, genuinely interested, because he didn't understand why he should be nervous. He wasn't supposed to do anything more than 'yes, I do' and be with the person he loves most for the rest of his life. He also understood that, from the context, Yoongi would never understand it, and he didn't feel like doing it either. Also, he shouldn't be that direct, so he swallowed his question and leaned with both hands on the empty chair next to his father, placing all his weight on his arms.

He wanted to ignore the fact that he felt watched. There were a lot of people there. He hadn't taken a look to see how much he knew and how much he didn't, that was an activity he would leave for when they were dancing and there was less light. Right now he knew that everyone was looking at him, and he didn't like it because, although it was a family and private event, he couldn't completely ignore it. Photos of him would still come to light. It was, in fact, one of the discussions he had with the company days before.

“Your brother doesn't want to hear you, but I do. What is more important than your brother’s wedding now?”

Shit.

Jae was now talking to someone who came to tell him news about Eun, and he had walked away. He could only hear the echo of people talking, laughing, and happiness. Yoongi didn't want to have that conversation right now.

“It wasn’t my fault.”

“That wasn’t my question.”

“You’re being unfair right now.”

The man sighed.

“I’m just asking, Yoongi." And his voice sounds different too, so Yoongi didn’t like it. “If I’m not right, why don’t you tell me? You know I know when you're right, and I'm not. I'm not stubborn, you're locking yourself in."

Yoongi wrinkled his nose because he was right in a way, and he hated that it was like that. It was true; he didn't know why he felt so cornered all of a sudden. Stretching his arms and looking at the ground, he became a little dizzy. His whole body suddenly hurt; maybe all the fatigue of those months came upon him.

“Working.” He was honest even so, knowing what was coming. His father didn’t move in any sense. “I was working, but it wasn't'more important than this’. They wouldn't let me go, for real.”

“You didn’t take a day off?”

“I can’t. I’m on tour right now, and I asked permission, but you know that they’re not flexible with the times.

“Just like your mother's birthday. Or every Christmas.” He sounds sad now, almost disappointed. Mad, but really sad. “We invite you, but you never come. Your brother was shaking yesterday. He really wanted to see you.”

There was silence. A big one, where you could still hear the murmurs of the people, the echo of the grandeur of the place, the clicking of heels, and the shy laughter. He gave them both time to realize where they were, that they were in suits, and that, after all, he hadn't seen that man in a long, long time.

Yoongi's apology stuck in his throat—another genuine apology.

 

A third.

 

“I'm sorry, son.” His father says instead. Yoongi had heard it a few times in his 30s. “I understand. We understand, but... we always do. Me, your mother, and your brother today. He has all the right to be mad; we all are, but you’re doing your best, and we’re getting old too.” This time he looked at him, smiling a little. Yoongi does too, but his was a sad one. “Just don’t forget about your family. I just hope I make it to your wedding too.”

“Pff.” They laughed, and the son nodded, his nose still wrinkled just thinking about it. “I can only do the first one, sorry. That’s why Jae did it first. Maybe I don't invite you to a wedding, but you have been sitting more than once watching me in a stadium with more people than here.” He looked at his brother with his eyes. He continued talking to that woman, nodding, biting his lip, having an awful time, and if it wasn't bad, then something questionable. Yoongi could swear his palms were sweating. “I honestly don't feel like... being that worried.”

His father looked nothing in the front, with a smirk on his face. Yoongi realized how old he turned again.

“You just haven't found the right person to be like this for.”

That doesn’t sound like his father. At all.

He looked at him again and couldn't say anything when his brother was already in front of them, smiling and wiping the sweat from his hands.

He knew it.

“She’s about to arrive, take your seat.”

Yoongi left the back of the chair where there was supposed to be another person there who wasn't there, and frowning, he looked around the room without really doing it, realizing that he was missing someone to greet.

“Where’s mom?”

And as if he hadn't been listening to laughter, murmurs, and voices of people for ten minutes that filled his ears non-stop, right after that question, a specific laugh seemed to answer his doubt, reversing his pressure and causing a strong shiver to run down the back of his neck.

He turned quickly, perhaps even a little disbelievingly, and then, he saw you.

Not his mother, though. Or yes, her too, but his eyes fell on you first because it was always like that, because that was your laugh, and because it was impossible not to.

Far away. The possibility of having heard your laughter was quite unlikely, even impossible. Seven or eight rows back. Of course, you were wearing baby blue, delicate, and tight. The fabric didn’t shine like your gloves do, and you had your long hair loose, tied up from the top just a little. You laughed heartily, teeth on display, his mother being the cause of your smile and your bright eyes. Such honest and grateful happiness, because why not, you both looked exaggeratedly happy to be in front of each other again. Her mother held your hands tightly, moving them up and down in time with her words, and you just nodded and responded briefly.

His heart stopped. He could swear he had even forgotten to breathe.

Yoongi didn't enjoy eye contact.

He usually runs away from it. He feels stupid, and he gets embarrassed quickly. It's a tense situation for him, but he was wishing with all his might that you two had it at that moment. That his eyes were heavy enough for you to turn to look at him and take a good look at you because your eyes had always been big and expressive, and he needed to confirm that he wasn't hallucinating.

At least that's what they were like the last time he saw them, so many years ago that he couldn't count them, and from what he saw from there, many things had changed.

You look breathtaking. You've always looked this pretty, but right now… 

He didn't know if it was because he hadn't seen you in person for many years, up close, but unpleasant things were happening to him. His legs trembled when you finally looked back. Big eyes, make-up on, pretty color, and they opened, your moves frozen, and somehow, you two had an extremely uncomfortable visual conversation, as if you were face to face, and you didn't know what to say.

To his surprise, your gaze quickly changes to a more confident, almost cold look, and you bow with extreme lightness to say hello without intending to break contact. However, his mother did, hugging goodbye to you as soon as everyone started tidying up, music started playing, and Yoongi was forced to sit down, trembling, sweating, and unfocused, remembering how you looked.

He was there again, in real life, in Daegu, where he was born and grew up, where it was hot and dangerous to go out at night, where they used to live, and where he used to get lost when he could.

He had arrived that morning, but his brother, his parents, and you brought him back home.

“Shit.”

Not in a comfy, lullaby way. More like a cold water falling from the sky directly on the ground/ type of way.

He was there. You were there, feeling better than him, of course, but you don’t know. You had the whole month to mentally prepare for that reunion. Obviously you had a better handle on it, but you were also shaking, and you had to take a couple of breaths before you were ready for the wedding.

“Good?”

 

Seun was next to Greum when everything happened, in a way waiting as a spectator. Both in silence, from afar. Now he was waiting for you to respond, so he could start the recording in case you said something compromising. Both of you were in your assigned seats, with Jae at the altar.

“If it’s better than him, then yes, I’m great.” He laughed and checked at the entrance in case Eun was peeking out. He wanted to see her dress. You shake your shoulders, trying not to look in his direction again, releasing tension.

“Well, I don’t judge him. Jae didn’t tell him you were here.”

You scoff, “He didn’t? We're some show to you two or something?” putting your brother's arm away (with more force than necessary. It bothers you that he didn't take seriously how you felt. More now that you were especially sensitive) so you can record properly. The music began to overwhelm you a bit.

Now. Suddenly they were all in order, therefore quieter, so you two had to continue the conversation in whispers. Jae was waiting for his future wife; the doors of the place were open, but nothing was happening yet.

“He told me months ago that he wasn’t sure if he would arrive. The invitation was made, but he hasn't seen him for almost a year. When-“ he stops, unlocking his phone that had turned off for not pressing record yet, making you smile. Your older brother reminded you a lot of your father sometimes, and you rarely saw him so excited and well groomed at the same time. Your dress color and his suit matched too. His idea. “When Yoongi confirmed he was coming, Jae didn’t have the time to tell him. So yeah,” you looked at him when he did, blinking. “I know he’s feeling a lot of things right now.”

Well, that was weird.

That doesn’t sound like Yoongi, Yoongi loves his brother, his family, at least the one you know.

The type of relationship you had now (null) didn't allow you to say that out loud, and, strictly speaking, you didn't understand his reaction either. He looked genuinely surprised; it shouldn't affect him if he was the one who broke everything in the first place. You assumed it had just been the surprise, and it would take you a good stretch of the night to be able to let go of the fact that they were there, so close but so far, to let go of the possibilities of talking, hugging him, and telling him how much you had missed him, know about him, how he handled things. Just as before. Because it didn't help you to think like that, and because how pretty and beautiful your best friend looked right now, happy, in white, and excited, couldn't be placed on anything else.

You hoped you could breathe in peace for the rest of the night. Although at some point you thought you could do it without problems, because once you wiped away the tears that came out of you when you saw Eun enter and the ceremony took place, between your brother talking to you, you were laughing at him because he had also cried halfway through. On the way, the rest of your family arrived, and an inexplicable happiness that ran through you as you were surrounded by so many people that you knew and hadn't seen in years consumed you, your head stayed busy. A lot, and you still had it in mind, but you were not alone, and that made you feel good, safe, and a little calmer.

It was easy for you not to give him your night. At least the first part of it.

Apparently, after the ceremony, the party, and celebration would take place in the same place. You weren't really surprised, in fact, it moved you even more because the place was gigantic, very tall, and beautiful, almost like a theater, and there were many, many people, enough to fill the place. Not in a suffocating way, but enough to get lost. It was mostly of age, older people, maybe grandparents you hadn't managed to meet before, and then there were people directly younger, but you knew those, Seun was a people butterfly. Friends of theirs, you assumed. Actually, Seun stopped explaining who the boy was sitting next to one of her good friends when a man, tall and good-looking, started to talk on a microphone.

“Now, now, and congratulating the bride and groom once again, we would like to call the loved ones of both to say a few words before the fun part starts.

Everyone laughed, and Seun looked at you. You forgot about that part.

“Let’s start with the parents…”

“I can go for you instead.”

“It’s okay.” You smile. You knew that he was doing his best to be able to contain you, and give you the best company, despite the fact that it was not easy for him. “I’m not made of glass.” You joke, listening to Eun’s mother speak already.

And well, for him, you were. At least right now, but he didn’t say it, scoffing to hide his thoughts. “I’m trying to be good. Dad it’s watching now, I have to be an example.”

“For what.”

“Shut up, don’t be disrespectful.”

You try not to laugh. He was nervous now. You never understood why it was so difficult for him to admit that he cared for others. Not even with Jae he dared to do it, or at least that's what you thought. You didn't know how he would tell the truth in his speech.

You were the last one. You knew this because when you arrived, Jae told you. Eun wasn't supposed to know you were there. Of course, she had invited you, but she didn't know if you would finally attend because you hadn't been able to communicate with anyone these last few months. You met once, when she came to see you at your house, but you couldn't talk about much. You were on another planet, it was like your head was disconnected from your body most of the time, and she assumed you wouldn't go. 

You wanted to think that she hadn't seen you when she passed, but you doubted it. With the amount of people there, and with how focused she was on Jae, it was impossible.

Still, you were nervous. When you accepted, you didn't think you would be in front of so many people. Your heart was beating.

“Is that Yoongi?” Nara, your sister, asked your mother just behind you when he got position and greeted everyone.

“Yeah. Why he wouldn't?” Your mom responded a bit confused. You could hear her smile.

“I think you all were joking when you told me he was on BTS, for real. It doesn’t look at all like the Yoongi I knew.” You hear a laugh, a gentile one, and then your other brother making fun of her behind. Your dad scolds them.

Now, you take advantage of the moment to take a better look at him.

You wanted to blame it on the fact that your sister was only nine when she met Yoongi, and every time he appeared on TV or in videos she was told it was him, she just couldn't believe it. You just hoped those were her blurry memories of him, because you couldn't see him too differently from how you remembered it.

Maybe his hair was longer, he was paler, taller, his back had grown considerably, and he had that special glow that any celebrity would have. He looked like an entire adult now, too. He wore expensive clothes and good shoes, although he didn't seem to have put any effort into his hair, or his appearance in general, he looked incredibly unreal, so much that it makes you angry.

If you thought about it enough, and if you didn't know it was him, you would’ve struggled to recognize him too. You often saw him in magazines, posters, on buildings in Busan, on train pamphlets, on your cell phone and even in medicine, but seeing him in person was overwhelming. It was like seeing a stranger you already knew, but better yet, he was there, but at the same time he wasn't.

You take a deep breath when you realize that, despite all those things, his features were still just as soft and delicate, just like his mother's.

His knuckles still turned red without much effort, and he smiled the same way, making that slight pout with his lips before crying, trying to contain it, and he wiped the tears carelessly. You found your Yoongi in the one you were looking at right now, with little things, with gestures, with details that you used to admire more than necessary, they were still there.

and it made you feel nauseous.

You blinked a few times, snapping out of your trance as everyone applauded, and realized you hadn't heard a single word. He had even cried, and you didn't know why. You saw Jae stand up as he was called to take position on the small stage, and a much louder round of applause made you jump lightly. They came from behind, just that young section that assumed they were friends of both. There were a lot of people, and it didn't surprise you that Seun was already fooling around on his way to the small stage there.

“How are you feeling, blossom?"

Your father asked, taking advantage of the fact that you turned around to look at the crowd and that your brother was not there. They were both looking at you, and the rest of your brothers were talking among themselves.

“I'm okay.” It wasn't necessarily a lie. You felt just as bad as you do every day. Besides, you knew that they were referring to something more specific (Min Yoongi) than to your general emotional state, so you smiled slightly, closed, and placed your hand on your mother's, who was on your arm. “I’m good; don’t worry.”

As you predicted, Seun's speech was so unserious and absurd that it's not worth dwelling on. For some reason, everyone was laughing with him, he had livened up the atmosphere and unintentionally infected everyone with joy.

He soon returned to his seat and sat still with applause in the background. You couldn't believe it.

“I don’t get why he’s still your friend.”

“We’re in love, sister.” He asure. “This wedding is for three people. They will never get rid of me.”

“Shut up.”

“Now.” The good-looking man says “Briefly before eating and doing fun things, we have one more person who wants to wish you both the best, of course.”

You can see Eun’s confused look at her husband now, and he quickly grabs her hand. Your heart was ricing, you felt your mother's hand on your shoulder.

“Park ___, please."

Eun almost jumped from her seat, looking around, looking for you. You also saw someone else look for you in the crowd when you were getting up a little stiff because of your dress. You say sorry to an old woman right in front of you, who you accidentally hit softly because Seun didn’t move at the right moment.

“Oh my god.”

You didn't have time to get halfway down the hall to the front when a large white dress ran towards you to hug you. You smiled at the impact because you were a little taken aback by how strong it came and how big her dress was. You smiled when you already had her in your arms.

“You have been here all this time?”

“Of carouse.”

“Oh my god, thank you…” she softly says, hugging you even harder.

“I wouldn’t miss the happiest moment of your life.”

Because it had cost you, but you had arrived. Was she crying? Thank goodness people were still clapping because of the moving nature of the situation, and they couldn't hear you. You were trying so hard not to cry too.

If you did it, you wouldn't stop.

“I know you-“

“It’s okay.” You stopped her. “I’m okay.”

You squeezed her waist as a signal for you to start moving, and she moved away from you to caress your face lovingly and look at you like... most people have looked at you lately with pity and kissed your forehead.

Pity.

 

She took your hand, and the entire way, you could feel Yoongi's gaze on you. From the moment she hugged you until she kissed you and started leading you forward, like an exhibition, heavy, right next to you. He made you feel small, it was silly.

“Now stop crying; I haven't said anything yet.” You start, with the microphone in your hands, making everybody laugh, the couple too, Jae helping her with the tears. The place was in silence, the lights, the eyes, and the attention were just on you. So you take a deep breath and unfold the paper you’ve got prepared. “I- uh~” a sigh. “I don’t know how people do this without crying, I- okay.” You were nervous, but the place laughed again, so it gave you time to breathe.

“I still remember you both being taller than me, smarter than me, and older than me. I know that deep down all of you were so done of me, right behind there too,” all those people scream from behind, and you laugh. “because I used to talk a lot, and I carry my toys everywhere, so I can show it to all of you, and I made too many questions for people who are starting to be teenagers and want to look cool, but I wasn’t. I didn’t even care, I remember that. I was the pain in the ass that comes with Seun. Just a plus because Seun it’s a bother himself.” The aforementioned rolled his eyes, and you waited for there to be silence so you could continue. “I understand that now, and I just came here to apologize.” 

The atmosphere after the laughter was now a little solemn, and in contrast to your brother, you were capable of poisoning the things you touched, and those who knew you knew that. You could see the newlyweds were a little worried, but you kept smiling, giving them confidence that nothing bad was going to happen. At least that wasn't your intention.

“Sorry for being the impediment for you to go out late at night or for having to return early from wherever we were... I- was with you.” Uh. You try to keep the smile. Shit, “sorry for being so annoying, and sorry for the fact that I didn't care. Because as much as I didn't like being with you sometimes, the best part of my day was watching you eat at my table, or Mrs. Min organizing my birthdays, and everyone coming with gifts that I genuinely liked because you all heard what I was saying even if I was giving you a headache.”

Unintentionally, you met those eyes again from afar, just when you were trying to control that lump in your throat because the worst part was coming, and you didn't know if you were ready. You said the following while still looking at Yoongi, not at you, surprisingly. “I miss it. I really do, and I’m so grateful that I carry all that with me.”

You look at the paper, change the page, and breathe. So you try once “I-“ and twice. “I- um…” a shaking breath sounds everywhere, reading the words, but you just can’t. “Sorry~” you're softly trying to laugh as you cry start, and you feel so stupid for breaking in front of a lot of people. No because it was bad, everybody there cried before you, but not because of the same thing.

“I love you!” You didn’t know who it was, but you smiled and responded with a really quiet and shaking'me too', giving you time to breathe as everybody laughed, and the atmosphere eased.

“Okay.” You say more to yourself, but you have a mic on your mouth, of course. “I didn’t write this part alone. Kija he… he is my twin, so of course he was with me in all of this story, but when he got sick and we were writing this months ago, he told me that I didn’t mention him in all this because it was going to be about me, not him… he’s kinda dumb.” 

You laugh, trying not to tear up. You were holding the next tears, but like, fighting demons and everything to not cry. You, for real, didn’t want to cry in front of all those people. Your voice was obviously trapped in your chest, and it was shaking, but you couldn't do anything but breathe. You just have to be quick. 

“But he told me that he wanted to tell you both that he and I were very proud to have seen you grow together, hate each other together, and deny that you liked each other together and today, for me, seeing you two married means a lot. I adore you two with all my heart. Congratulations, and I know you’re going to do a great job. I'm sure Kija would have done a better job telling him in person, but I'm here for him, so you know. He would- have loved to come, I have no doubt. Be happy, please, and no babies yet; I’m not ready.”

You didn’t remember anything after that, which means two things:

One, you need to calm down because two, you weren’t fine.

You remember the hug, and a few words both of them told you, and all the looks people gave you just after that, full of sadness and compassion (which was the first thing that made you want to run away). And at the party, you dance because you enjoy it, and you feel a little better, but people stop you all the time to give you their condolences because “they didn’t know”.

The cake was cut, the presentation was done, and you could only come back to the moment when you had your first drink of whiskey, and your body told you that it wasn’t a good idea. Your heart was fast in your chest, that would only make it worse with alcohol.

You need to breathe.

 

“Sorry, what?!”

 

You scream behind the music. Some girl named Hwan stopped you. (It came right at the beginning, when Seun was next to you, and you were pretending to listen to how she had recently graduated. Poor girl, honestly, she looks kind and lovely.) with two glasses of tequila and some salt in her hand. 

“My friend!” She said. “I lost him, so take this!”

 And then:

“Hurry! I have to go for more before they run out!” You were too agitated for this. This is a bad idea ___. “c’mon c’mon honey!”

Your hands were tingling, your breathing was short, and you were afraid. You had tried to go to the bathroom, but it was full, and it was even more claustrophobic than all those people. Right next to it, there were some stairs that you assumed went up to the balconies that surrounded the place. You were very grateful that it was high, enough to encapsulate the music on the floor below, and you heard it as if you were listening from a glass.

Or was it you? 

You leaned on the railing and began to sweat. You closed your eyes, trying to calm down little by little, to look for things to think about, to feel something other than fear and anguish at the same time, but it was impossible, completely, and that made you even more desperate. You were breathing as if you had just run for two hours non-stop, and there came a point where your legs couldn't support your body. You couldn't feel your hands, cried a lot, trying to catch air, moaned in terror.

“please please please… stop just-“

You were trying not to faint, you were on the edge of a high place, and it was now dark for those below. It was when you felt like you really couldn't do anything. That you tried to stand back in case your body gave way forward, and it wasn't more dangerous when you felt hands on your stomach directly and the warmth of a body behind you.

A warm feeling that felt like burning on a straight fire

“Easy~ here,” you heard, far away from you, just like the music in a glass. The only thing that told you that he was literally glued to you was his touch. “Can you feel my hand?” You didn't respond, trying to run away. You didn’t want to be touched. “Hey, it’s okay, you’re safe. If you want to feel better, you have to answer me, okay?”

“Hmm” a moan full of pain, was not even an answer.

“Okay?” They asked again. This time you nodded and felt the hand move on your stomach, the fingers more than anything, like playing a piano. Soft, but rough at the same time. “Can you feel it?” Your two hands were placed on his in an attempt to find support; you couldn't feel your legs, and after giving him an affirmative answer with your head, you complained again, your head was about to explode. “Move my hand with your stomach as you breathe.” And you did. Erratic and desperate “That’s good, but try it slower. Focus on moving it, not on breathing.”

“I- I ca-“

"Yes, you can. You do it every day; come on.”

You know, you just didn’t want to be there.

You try your best to move his hand. It was hard because you were sobbing, and trying your best to not think too much. So you closed your eyes, exhausted, and concentrated on the warmth that the stranger was giving you and the hold that, while at first it felt overwhelming and suffocating, now it helped. You felt stronger, even though you were about to faint.

So you moved the hand, and it worked.

“Good~ breathe.”

The air filled your lungs little by little, your head began to quiet, and the music entered your ears at a decent volume considering how far you were from the ground. Your hands were cold, they were shaking, but you could move them, and you still couldn't feel your legs, but you could hear the trembling of your breathing and how your nervous system was trying to regulate itself, blocking your crying in your chest.

You were exhausted, god, you would sleep there if you could.

“Better?”

And then you realize.

 

You know that voice.

 

It was soft, deep, and in your ear. So close that if you turned to see him, both of you would collide. His hands were bigger than they used to be and softer to the touch, pale on your baby blue dress, no scrapes like you used to heal, he’s no longer biting his nails.

‘Shit’

“Don’t touch me.” You said. He tense.

“If I let you go, you will fall. You're not even holding yourself up.”

He was right. And you hate it.

“What are you doing here.”

Your voice sounded agitated, almost like a whisper. You still didn't dare open your eyes; your eyelids were heavy, and the fear of facing him so close made you delirious. Even though you had your back turned to him, you felt him snort.

“God. You’re welcome?” You clung tighter to his hand. It's just that you got dizzy, and he held you when he felt you give way to the left. “I should ask that. You almost passed out on the railing, idiot, that's… fucked up.”

He calls you an idiot? You were too weak to call him something worse.

So you only say "sorry." Instead, letting him go finally, and you tried to stand up by yourself, but you wobbled

“Okay, okay, please don’t. I’m gonna…” His hands took place on your hips to guide you to some chairs in the corner, which you didn't see at first, of course. You weren't sure if his touch hurt more now that you were more conscious or before, when you were overstimulated. Felt the same, honestly. “Be careful, they look old.” You walked as he commanded, and once you sat down, you heard him say something you couldn't decipher. You finally opened your eyes to ask, but there was no sign of anyone.

Sighing, you rested your head in your hands and closed your eyes again. You didn't know if you were still dizzy and weak or if you felt that way because you were already drunk. They both make sense to you.

You heard noise after a few seconds and looked up. Finally, Yoongi's silhouette appeared in the hallway, he had things in his hands, and he was looking at the glass of water, concentrating so that nothing would fall on the floor.

“I’m definitely too drunk for this.”

This can't be happening to you. Could not.

“I put ice on it, so you can chew. It will help.”

His voice sounded unfriendly to what he was saying. Not angry or indifferent, but rather nervous and tense, as if he were speaking by opening his mouth a little, trying to make you believe that it was no a big deal, as always, but his nervousness didn't allow him to fool you. You raised your eyes to look at his, and he turned them away once you brought them together. You tried to hide a smile as you received the glass. Of course, he couldn't look you in the eyes. He cleared his throat, finally watching you receive the water, trembling in your hold. He tries to hold it from below in case you drop it.

You took a sip.

“Your makeup is smudged.”

Of course. You must have been looking stupid.

“What is that?"

He was offering you something, like toilet paper, but softer on a package. You couldn't see very well, it was just white.

“I’m not really sure.” He confesses. “I take them from the bathroom. They’re damp.”

You touch it with two of your fingers, just to not be rude, honestly.

“Thanks, but I can’t really see myself here.” There was no mirror, and if there was, it was dark. The only lights there were those on the dance floor, which were colored and did not shine directly on the place you two were having this... moment. “I don’t really care though, I’m living soon anyway”

He didn't insist, putting the package in his pocket. You maintained a silence that would have been more awkward if the music downstairs wasn't on, and if you didn't have anything to chew at that moment. Neither of you dared to look at each other, or start a conversation because it wasn't even enough for something cordial. You didn't have the strength to get up and run away, but just when you were going to tell him that you were okay, and he could leave, he took something out of his pocket.

Now you are invested.

“You mind if I smoke?”

You looked at him from there, taking time to process the information. You shook your head slightly, maybe even confused, but there was no point in being.

“Can you even smoke here?”

The place was big but closed, you didn't know if it was allowed.

“I doubt it.”

“Since when do you smoke?” You dared to ask.

“I don’t.”

No, because he hates the smell. His mother has smoked since ever. Yoongi hates that the smell gets stuck in everything and everywhere. No matter how much his mother smoked outside the house, he always ended up with his school clothes smelling like cigarettes. It was inevitable. He always complained.

There you were watching him right now, right in profile, blowing smoke from his cigarette as if he did it every day, even though he said he doesn't. Arms resting on the railing, well-dressed, looking anywhere but at you.

You wanted to stop assuming that this Yoongi was the same one who had left years ago. Because you didn't know, you were both two completely new people, total strangers who knew nothing about each other, yet, you wanted to think that, if that were the case, he would have already left. He usually walks away from what he doesn't care about or doesn't like, that's what he did with you when he left, because that's how you felt. It was nice to believe that he was now there himself because he wanted to be, but it didn't help you to think about it, not now. Just because he was there didn't mean he was back in your life, and as silly as it sounded, your brain didn't understand that. It was your job to stop him from believing something like that.

You chew ice.

“I don’t want to ruin the party for you. Go ahead.” Your voice is still dumb. He was watching the people dancing from there, now he was looking at you, smoking the cigarette between his fingers without understanding what you meant. “I’m feeling better, you can go.”

“Okay.” He directed his body directly towards you. Unintentionally intimidating. “Do you want me to go?”

His presence made you anxious.

“Yes. But if I’m honest, I don’t really want to be alone right now.” He hums. “But I have seven siblings, and all of them are downstairs right now. I can call any of them.”

“They will scold you for not saying anything and me for not seeking help.”

“I know.” He looked at you, quietly. “I just don’t want to... keep you here. Have some fun.”

He shook his head, looking away.

“It’s okay. I was here first, drinking. Then you came. You scared me.”

You blink a few times. “You’ve spent all the night in here?”

“Most of it.” You followed his eyes down on the first floor, full of people. You could see everything from there. If you focused on one person, you could easily track them. “Enough to watch you dance and get drunk.”

“Creep.” He smiles a little.

“That’s why I wasn’t sure it was you. I went to get my whiskey, and I swear I saw you two minutes before taking a shot of tequila. I thought you were just drunk.”

You frowned, settling into the couch. You felt genuinely bad.

“Now I’m scared. For real.”

“Not intentional. I can literally watch my brother kiss Eun from here every five minutes, even if I don’t want to.” Yoongi plays with his ice, then drinks the rest in one go.

You gulped.

Thinking about it more was counterproductive for your mental health, you knew it, you understood it, it was practically self-sabotage, but right now, you gave yourself perhaps ten seconds to admire the beauty that Min Yoongi carried all by himself.

He looked so different, and everything that had changed elevated his beauty to places... god. You had met at a very young age too, in years, you could also say that you had changed enough to be mentioned at some point by a family member who hadn't seen you in a while, for example. You are an adult now, but it was impressive.

To think that you stopped seeing Yoongi right when he was being built into an idol says a lot. Everything about him looked expensive and well cared for, his soft hair, smooth skin, long eyelashes, immaculate hands, as if they were not obliged to do anything that would harm them. How his throat moved as the drink passed into his system, the lack of reaction of his features despite being strong, and having drunk almost half of the short glass.

The feeling that rose to your stomach made you come back, and from well-being, it turned into discomfort in your chest. He was there, he looked so attractive, and you couldn't do anything.

You couldn’t hug him, tell him how much you missed him and hit him nonstop because even when you’re still so into him, you were hurt too, and this situation was so out of your hands.

“I’d liked your speech. It was good.”

You wanted to tell him that you hadn't done it alone, but why would you do that? You didn't answer.

“You’re still writing?”

This time, you denied it almost instinctively. The truth is, you didn't want to give additional information to, in a way, a stranger, but you had already screwed up. “No. A long time ago I-“ stopped when you left, but of course you kept quiet.

When it was about Yoongi and whether you thought about the young you who loved that person in front of you so much and how dependent you were on someone who didn't care how you felt, it made you feel so stupid. And it didn't really make sense because you were young and inexperienced, and you had an important bond, so of course you will be hurt, you had more compassion than resentment. But still,

“-just don’t do it anymore.”

You didn't want to feel that weak again. He nodded.

“Why haven't you left if you don't want to be here?” You changed the topic. You weren't looking at him, but you felt his attention return to you, and he responded with his silence, then you looked up, and he avoided you again. “You're still not a party guy?” He didn't respond again, knowing that you knew the answer, so you smiled. “Yeah, you weren't either back then.” You say that just for yourself.

“I want to, though. Hyung it’s happy, and I haven't seen my family in a long time. My dad told me he was waiting for my wedding too. I stayed so maybe the event convinced me.”

“Your dad?” He nodded in disbelief as well. “That doesn’t sound like your dad. And also, the event?” A snort left your mouth as he looked at you, nodding. “ I don’t think it’s just about the event, you know?”

“Yeah. He told me that too.”

You laughed this time. You like that men.

“That doesn’t sound like him either.”

“I know.”

You missed Yoongi’s parents. They were so different from yours.

“You were, I remember.”

“What.”

“A party person. I always went with you and watched you dance because I didn't like it. Then we would leave late and buy ice cream at the convenience store downtown because you always craved some.” You nodded, trying to manage the pain that the memory caused you. “I've never seen you cry in one before.”

You played with the ice that was left, because the question was not directly a question, it was more of a mention, perhaps so as not to ignore what just happened. He knew you wouldn't answer and that you shouldn't either. You wrinkled your nose, uncomfortable.

“Where do you learn all of it?”

 

Containment, you meant.

 

“Hm.” He took a second. “These ten years have been interesting.” A laugh, and you try your best again. “I saw a member of our staff do it to Jungkook once, the first time. We were very young, but I’ve never forgotten it in case it happened again. It happened a couple of times after that, so I… know.”

And it's as if the anguish you had come back to you once you touched where his hands were for the first time in 10 years, and you had to close your eyes just because you felt upset. You didn't want to be there, you remembered. Not only because you didn't want to see him, but because you didn't feel well, and you put him over your emotions again.

Fucking hell.

“Your brother it’s looking for you.” You nodded, opening your eyes slightly.

“Of course he is…” you murmured, overwhelmed, trying to stand up. But you were feeling bad again, so you waited a little.

“Do you want me to-“

“No.”

You didn't know why you were so angry all of a sudden. Your heart was beating again, you started to feel warm even though the place was quite cold because of how big it was, and you were actually grateful that they cared about you, but you had spent all those months feeling like a burden to others.

You tried not to cause too many problems, you didn't want that kind of attention, especially after having been living alone, away from your family for so long, to live with them again. You went from making your own food to your mother having to sit next to you so you could eat something. From leaving early to work to not even knowing what time it was. From calling them to tell them good things, to having to pretend to sleep so as not to receive questions you didn't want to answer. You couldn't take care of yourself, it was something that you were having a hard time facing, because you wanted to do it, to be well so as not to be the burden of your family, but the pain you had was still just as big, and heavy, and it enveloped your entire chest. Squeezing. It didn't let you swallow, speak, cry, or breathe.

You were crying again. This time in silence, you didn't care that Yoongi was watching you in silence too, not knowing what to do.

"Where's the… dump thing you bought.”

He reacted a little slowly but quickly, searching for it, taking it out of his jacket pocket. You nodded.

“Can you clean my face, please? I don’t want to look like this when he finds me, and he will if I go to the bathroom right now.”

That one seemed to get him out of somewhere, because it did take him longer to process the information. He was standing with the towels in his hand and blinking, almost like a cat, a confused one. He didn't say anything, and you didn't think you had said anything wrong, so you got scared, and you wondered if maybe you, in fact, said something wrong.

“I can try, though. You don’t-“

“I’ll do it.”

He sits on the coffee table in front of you. You can smell his strong and manly cologne, and if you raised your eyes to his face enough, you could see him up close, closer than you had for many years again. Older, smelling that way, his marked features but you didn't. Of course not.

You close your eyes.

The two of you were silent, and it took you a few minutes to begin to feel the softness with which he ran over your face, the left side of your cheek, extremely light, almost afraid to touch you. You opened your eyes, and he wasn't looking where he was supposed to clean.

He looked at your face, carefully, perhaps making sure it was really you who was in front of him. He stopped his hand when your eyes connected, and it lasted only a few seconds, but you felt so much tension that you even doubted if it was wrong for you to pretend as if you didn't have things to talk about, before having any kind of contact. Whatever it was.

After that, he looked at you with pity.

The last one that night, you decide.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

You were stronger than him when it came to holding a gaze. He has always been the first to escape, which is why your gaze was very intense, heavy, and powerful. You could do it because you felt it was the most honest way to know if someone could handle you.

“Sorry.”

Yoongi had never been able to look at you for more than five seconds.

He resumed his work with the same smoothness. The music returned to your ears, and you returned to your place, to your life, to the now and to how your body was screaming to get out of there. You closed your eyes, chest tight and hands tense, trying to control their shaking.

You have bigger things to cry about right now than this. You had done it for a long time now; you had no more tears to cry for Min Yoongi, no reason to be nervous anymore, and no reason why you couldn't live in peace anymore.

“I’m sorry about Kija.” His voice was smooth, almost lullaby. He sounds nervous too, and just because of that, your response was also automatic. If it had been genuine, you would have had another panic attack right there.

 

“It’s okay.”

 

‘You are grieving. Don't expect anything better. Let us help you’

 

They were all grieving too.

 

“And I’m sorry I wasn’t- I didn’t know.”

There. Was there when you wanted to scream and punch him so hard enough to make him feel guilty.

“What do you mean.” To be honest, it doesn't even surprise you. You sensed it, but you had the small hope that he saw it… at least. “I texted you. Jae- he give me your number. I was waiting for you at his funeral.”

“Y/N…”

“It’s okay.”

 

You said instead. Yoongi looked terrified.

 

“I-“ he cut himself. “…was-“

You take his hand softly, stopping him. “It’s okay, Yoongi.”

“Wait.” One of his hands is on your wrist, preventing you from getting up. You didn't feel good, but you would do anything to get out of there. Still, you sat back down because you didn’t expect it.

“I’m sorry.”

 

Three.

 

The only thing you could hear was your heart beating; everything went quiet, and the words went away, an echo.

“It’s” You were far enough away to miss his scent or to see his new appearance. It was as if he disappeared into the darkness. “okay.”

And it was okay, not because that was exactly how it was, but because it didn't matter. It was okay because it didn't matter if he responded or not, he didn't have to. You were the one who was doing wrong by continuing to trust someone who had already failed you many times, and now you were choosing not to fall for anything sure.

It was okay, because there was no important bond that bonded you two, and allowed you to do bad things where there was nothing good to destroy.

And it was okay, because you simply didn't want to continue having him in front of you, talking about one of the most important people in your life, and seeing how he looked at you with pity. So it was okay.

 

But Yoongi had said sorry three times that day, and he hadn't been able to genuinely fix any of them.

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~ Chapter 4. 03 ~

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.

The hallway was silent when I walked into it. My eyes went to the gate and saw that they barricaded it with whatever they could find. Eun-hyuk was right. It's not safe here with the gate like this. If a monster like that big one who attacked us upstairs wants to come in here it could without trouble.

I walked further down the hall trying to find someone, but it seemed like everyone had vanished from in thin air. I walked around a corner finally seeing someone. He was mumbling to himself, but I couldn't hear what he said. My steps came to a stop when I could finally see the guy's face. It looked like someone had beaten him badly.

"Ah, Mi-na. I was afraid you wouldn't make it."

My stomach turned hearing his voice. I hadn't recognized him because of the beatings, but his voice was something I hadn't forgotten.

"Mister Choi, I hadn't recognized you."

He came closer, laughing darkly.

"How many times have I told you to just call me Yoon-jae."

Every chance he gets. I always try to avoid him, but he just gives me a nasty feeling. Like everything in my body is telling me to run away from him as fast as possible.

"I'm sorry," I mutter doing a quick bow.

His eyes looked me up and down for a second before smiling at me.

"Where are you going?" I shrug my shoulders not wanting to tell this guy anything about me.

"Uhm I'm just looking around. So I'll leave you alone, bye."

With quick steps, I began to walk past him but stopped when a rough hand grabbed my wrist.

"What the...!?" I mutter looking up from it to see him smiling at me.

"Need some company?" I shook my head trying to pull out of his grip, but it only tightened.

"I'm good. Can you let go of me?"

He didn't listen, instead, he took a step closer.

"It isn't safe to walk alone here. There could be a monster lurking behind every corner besides it feels like you're trying to avoid me."

Because I am!

"I will be fine. Now let me go."

He shook his head.

A yelp came out of my mouth when I felt his nails dig into my flesh. A sinister smile came on his face like he was enjoying my pain.

"You have a beautiful scream. It just sounds like the one in my dreams." More pressure was put on my wrist, making me think it could snap any moment now.

"I said let me fucking go!"

With all my strength I kneed him in his groin, which made him let go of me. Before he could recover fully I punched him in the face. A hiss left my mouth when my knuckles made contact with his skin. I didn't think it would hurt that bad.

"You bitch!" I began to move backward when he took big steps toward me.

My heart began to race when I tried to look around for something I could use to protect myself with. I saw his hand move upwards ready to strike me when I heard a cigarette being lit.

A shocked expression came on his face before slowly turned around. Moving to the side a little I try to see from behind him. To my surprise, the guy from a few days ago who saw Hyun-su faint was standing there. He came closer making Yoon-jae nervously walk back passing me.

"You're here." He spoke up in a hushed voice.

"You said see you again, son of a bitch!" Was the only thing the man with the burn scar said before punching him across the face.

I moved towards the wall giving them space for whatever was happening between them. Another punch hit Yoon-jae's face making him stumble all over the place. The man with the scar grabbed his shirt from the back before slamming him against the wall a few inches away from me.

Yoon-jae fell to the ground with a loud groan. Not a second later a kick landed on his back.

"Wait a minute." He stutters out, trying to crawl further away from the man who is still kicking him.

"I have something to say." He said breathing heavily.

He had trouble standing up and falling a few times, but it was all an act. Yoon-jae jumped up trying to tackle the guy, but it failed. The only thing he managed to do was slam the man into the wall where he was slammed against.

To my surprise, it didn't face the man at all, and guessing the reaction Yoon-jae had by running he knew as well that it didn't affect him one bit. The man blows out some smoke before slowly following him.

"The fuck?!"

Do I go and get someone or what? Someone has to be around here, right? All groaning I began to walk, well limp after the two. I took some turns but finally managed to find one of them and to my surprise, he was with Eun-yu. She was talking against him like she had known him forever.

With frown brows, I walk after them. I watch as Eun-yu stopped yelling moron against him.

"Eun-yu!"

She turns to me with her hands in her pockets.

"What are you doing here? Didn't my brother locked up to rest or something?" She asked rolling her eyes.

"Screw that! Do you know that guy?!" I asked pointing at the dedication he went.

Eun-yu shrugs her shoulders.

"I have seen him a couple of times, but that's it. Why?"

I look from the hallway back to her before speaking up.

"Because he was just beating up Yoon-jae just a second ago!"

She looked at me with widened eyes.

"The creep Yoon-jae from room 802?"

I nodded my head.

"I'm pretty sure he was trying to kill him," I added.

"Well, it seems like he almost did by the way Yoon-jae looks when walking by. He looked like a mess."

I don't like him and he is a total freak, but we can't let that man murder him.

"Come on!" I grabbed her arm, dragging her with me.

"Where are we going?!"

"Trying to stop a murder from happening!"

We were just in time to see Jea-heon stop the man from going after Yoon-jae when we came from behind the corner. There was a tense moment between the three of them before Yoon-jae closed the get. Preventing the man from hitting him more.

"That was a letdown," Eun-yu mumbled from beside me.

I looked at her with widened eyes.

"What do you mean let down?! Did you want to see them fight, killing each other?!" She shrugs her shoulders before putting on her headset.

I watch as she walks away leaving me alone with the others. My gaze went to the four guys standing there. Jea-heon was looking inside the room where Yoon-jae just walked in, while the other three looked at me like they saw a monster or something. I'm pretty sure nothing was here.

"Why are guys staring? Never seen a girl from this up close?" I asked putting my arms over my chest.

"No, well yes, but that's not it." I think his name is Jae-hwan said.

"What?" I asked tapping my injured foot on the ground.

"It's just you... you well." Another guy I think Seung-wan started.

"You fell nine floors down just like the boy," Byeong-il said finishing his sentence.

"So?" I asked confused at the three guys.

"Nobody can survive a fall like that!" Jae-hwan said loud almost yelling.

"I guess I did," I argued back.

"You're just like him, aren't you? So why aren't you in there as well?!"

I opened my mouth to say something when a voice came from behind me.

"Because she's isn't infected." Eun-hyuk came standing beside me looking at the three of them.

"How are you so sure?" Seung-wan asked.

"Hyun-su's injuries all heal in three hours. Mi-na has been unconscious for twelve hours and still has her injuries. If she was like him she would have healed as well." The three of them look at Eun-hyuk.

It seems like they didn't want to argue back because they just turned around mumbling among themselves.

"Mi-na, it's good to see you up and running. How are feeling?" Jea-heon asked turning away from the cell door to face me.

"I'm fine, a little sore here and there. The only thing that actually hurts is my ankle, but it's okay." I explain showing my wrapped-up ankle at him.

"Shouldn't you sit and not walk on it?"

I opened my mouth to answer when Eun-hyuk spoke up from beside me.

"That's what I have told her, but she's not very good at listening to someone."

I gave him a little glare before facing Jea-heon again who let out a chuckle.

"And your waist? Is it still bleeding?"

I wanted to say that it's fine when something pops up in my head. I don't feel the pain anymore. My hand went to the spot where the injury should be, but the only thing I felt was the bandage. Shouldn't Eun-hyuk have felt or seen it when he inspected me when I was unconscious or the second time when he wanted to see if I had pain somewhere?

"Uhm, yeah. It's still there just a little sore you know, but it's fine no bleeding at all."

From the corner of my eyes, I could see Eun-hyuk staring at me. I don't know if he knows about it or not, but shouldn't he have said something if he did know?

"Uhm excuse me, I need to go," I mumble before the two of them can ask more things.

While limping my way to the restroom, my hand was still on my waist. I tried to squeeze it a few times to see if I could feel pain or not, but there was nothing. Limping through the restroom door I walk to the sinks with the mirrors.

I lifted my dress and shirt up to reveal the bloody bandage. With shaking hands, I began to unwrap it slowly. My face dropped when the last bit of the bandage came off.

Gone.

The wound was completely gone.

The only thing that was left of it was the blood around it. My cold hand touches the spot trying to see if something else is there, but no.

Nothing.

It can only mean one thing.

I'm infected.

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A Defector's Story

[DISCLAIMER: Some anon requested this, and I honestly found the idea pretty interesting to explore outside of the usual sexual stuff I write on here. ALSO this is in no way portraying North Korea in a glorifying way, and the story below is purely for fantasy. I do not condone anything North Korea is doing, and I still wish for their citizens' liberation from tyranny.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"곧 우리 중 하나가 될 것입니다..."

The soldier's tone was firm, his low voice drilling itself into Hans Moretti's ears...along with a cold sharp pain in his neck. Hans had found himself deep in the hermit kingdom's countryside after he answered a call about some "strange geological phenomena". A brilliant geoscientist, he and a few of his associates flew into Pyongyang a week earlier, but Hans was assigned a solo trip to some random forest. As he was mapping the area, a group of soldiers gradually formed a small crowd, curious at the strange sight of survey tools and a man who absolutely did not belong. And Hans was annoyed. Even more so when some of the soldiers began stepping into the survey area and walking past him while making silly faces. He was fine with it, until one of them purposefully made him trip and fall to the ground. In a fit of rage (and a good dose of being absolutely terrified at being watched in a country like North-fucking-Korea), he grabbed the soldier by the collar and threw him to the ground. His comrades rushed to his aide, as two others quickly pulled Hans aside to where he was now. The jab to his neck felt immensely painful, as he felt his vision slowly darken and his knees buckle to the ground. As he stared up, he saw the sneering face of the soldier above him, spitting in his face just before he drifted off to sleep. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

As he awoke many hours later, he found himself in some strange building. He found himself sleeping on some cold hard wooden bench, as he sat up and shifted his boots on the floor. W-wait, boots? Hans immediately got up as he found himself wearing some sort of uniform, very much like the one the soldiers wore. He looked at his hands trying to see if they did something to him when he noticed how much callus they had. Sure, he worked with the earth, but these felt different, as did his skin color which had now developed a sort of tan. Holding his hand out against the sunlight, he stared in disbelief as he felt his breaths become deeper. He had somehow turned into one of them.

"아-아니... 므-뭐...?" Hans felt his voice tremble as he heard how different he sounded. Gone was his usually higher-pitched tone, replaced with a deeper, gruffier one. He tried speaking English to himself but all that came out were a jumbled series of syllables barely resembling a "This can't be real". "You enjoying yourself?" He heard a voice speak in English from the opposite side of the room as he tilted his head towards it. It was the soldier he pushed to the ground. He knew the sounds, but for some reason it made zero sense to him. Finally the soldier laughed as he repeated himself in Korean, to which Hans responded by shaking his head and slapping himself in the face to see if this was all some nightmare. "동무, 모든 것을 잊어버리라고 명령합니다." (Comrade, I order you to forget everything.")

As soon as the soldier spoke those words, a piercing headache erupted within Hans's head as he literally felt his brain start rewiring itself. Tears flowed down his face as he started forgetting more and more about his past life, now slowly being replaced with memories of growing up in the harsh environment. He remembered the brutal cold of winters gone by, and how he and his comrades remained so close together in the barracks to pass the time trapped indoors by the winds and pelting rain. Soon enough, he started forgetting his own name. Hans...

Han...

Hanj...

Han-jae.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Hans's colleagues were informed that his survey had been completed and had flown back earlier than expected to his home country, and they were none the wiser. Hans was kind of a loner after all. Meanwhile, Han-jae was back at the barracks, standing outside ready to greet whatever tourist was intrepid enough to visit his country.

He scrutinizes every face that passes by, his head filled with nothing but the commands of his superiors and...well nothing else really.

“동무, 혀를 내밀어보세요!” (Comrade, stick your tongue out!) It was spoken in a condescending and mocking tone, yet he was compelled to follow through with it. After all, he was a good soldier, and he certainly didn't want to disappoint his superiors by insubordination.

But deep inside his mind, a piece of the old Hans remained, itching to find it's way out by any means possible. And only a few weeks later, a chance encounter would help him escape.

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It was when a couple of tourists came to the barracks to take some pictures when he saw it: an iPhone. The image of the phone suddenly materialized itself in Han-jae's mind as slowly but surely, hazy memories of his past self came back.

It had been so long since he thought about such things, and Han-jae simply stared in quiet contemplation. Sure, he still had zero clue who he was, but he sure as hell knew he had to leave. Hans was all but gone, but Han-jae knew he had something to do about these memories as curiosity about the outside world became overwhelming. He had to leave.

And so a day later in the dead of night, he managed to escape his barracks and made a long and dangerous trek up to the Yalu River, managing to avoid suspicion and being spotted by the patrolmen who guarded the border. After crossing it by sunrise, he secretly hopped on some train where he was greeted by a few scared English and French tourists who just had a trip to his country a few hours back. After some failed attempts at communication, Han-jae was locked in one of the roomettes by the authorities, along with the other tourists who stayed to help this defector. One of them was especially fond of Han-jae, giving him some food and water, and a small wipe for the rivers of sweat rolling down his face. After being handed a small tablet, Han-jae stared at it in pure confusion before some of the people on board with him slowly and eagerly taught him how to use it. Opening the translator, he typed out something with shaky fingers before giving it to one of the tourists with a shy smile.

"반갑습니다. 고맙다."

Han-jae was free. Sighing sharply to himself, he laid his head back on the seat and chuckled silently.

"씨발...."

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[the-expired-tofu]

The Devil's Trumpets | Pt. 2

|| A 'The Glory' fanfic || MINORS DNI [18+]

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a/n: Hey there, this is my first time writing a fan fiction. I might change a few things in my fictions later on. Also, my English isn't my first language so my writing might lack some fluency. Hope you enjoy :)

trigger warnings: lots of swearing, bullying, murder, gore, depression, abuse, mature content, violence, sexual themes.

pairing: reader x multi

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Y/N

Heaven never appeared to be on my side since I was born. My prayers were never answered. I dreaded waking up everyday when I was in highschool. You see, I never asked for any of this. I simply wished to lead a normal life. Is that too much to ask for?

My parents divorced when I was seven years old. My mother chose to marry a wealthy man and take my sister with her. While I were to stay with my alcoholic father. Even though I shared the same roof with him, I always felt lonely. He was always spending all of my money on more alcohol. Luckily he never abused me. I had to take care of him. Each and everyday became more difficult for me. Leaving with my mother would have been a very different experience. I'm curious of what made her change her mind. She always gave me the same reason for leaving me with my dad.

“Someone has to stay behind to look after him.” She did send us money from her husband’s account to cover up my father’s medication. That’s how we kept in contact with each other. The day she left us was the last time I saw her and my sister. My mother never bothered to make a call nor visit us, or even check on us. I figured she left us for her own good.

However, I was quite close to my sister. Even our parents' divorce couldn't properly separate us. We used to write letters to one another every day since I couldn’t afford a cell-phone for myself. I kept all her letters in a box till this day.

Living like this in Semyeong never really bothered me. Taking care of my dad all by myself was quite difficult if I say, but other than that, I was fine. Until one day, I was walking on the school grounds to get to the cafeteria, when I heard a horrifying  scream coming from the gym. There were quite many students casually walking near the place. How come nobody heard that?

Now that I even think about it, I realize I should have exercised caution while being curious. I decided to check out the issue. And that’s when everything started.

I was peeking through the door when I noticed a group of four students crowding near the stage. I could here some laughs when I noticed a girl with straight long hair coming out of the crowd. That’s when I saw her for the first time.

Moon Dong-Eun. Both her hands were tightly held by two more students, Son Myeong-Oh and Choi Hye-Jeong, while Lee Sa-Ra was holding Yeon-jin’s hair curling iron.

“Hey!”

I lost my balance and fell on my back. It was a guy holding a basketball and stood right over me.

“Oh come on do I look that bad?” He asked as he grabbed me by my hair.

“NO, NO, NO, PLEASE NO!! HELP!! ” I yelled for help and not one student wandering outside the gym came for my help.

“Yeah you’re fucking ugly Jae-joon, no wonder why she fell when she saw you.” That was Lee Sa-ra. She held a cigarette in her mouth while curling Yeon-jin’s hair.

He dragged me near the place where Moon Dong-Eun was lying. I noticed a burn on her right arm that resembled the shape of the curling iron. I had to get away from this place. I have to call the police.

I tried to free myself from his grasp but he dragged me back to the same place where Dong-Eun was. She was almost unconscious when I called out for her.

“Call her all you want. Neither can she help you, nor can anyone else.” Hye-Jeong let out a laugh when she dangled the keys in front of me.

“Oh look! Dong-eun has a friend now,” said Yeon-jin with a pout on her face.”Isn’t that adorable?” She said as she cupped my face with her hands.

“What’s your name?” she asked me while she looked down at my legs.

“She asked you a fucking question, you bitch,” asked Jae-joon who still held me by my hair with a painful grip.

“Well what does it say on her nametag?” said Yeon-jin as she opens the pin of the tag from my shirt. “Y/N. What a pretty name, and such pretty legs,” she took a few steps back to take a look at my legs again. “I wonder how my cigarettes would look on them.”

“Look, please, I swear I wont tell anybody, please let me go, I have to go back, I have to take care of my dad, he is not doing well. Please let me go” I started crying because I knew, I have no way out.

“Well the show hasn’t even started yet and you already want to go back?” said Yeon-Jin. She started backing away from me when she raised her thumb at me and then all of them started grabbing me at the edge of the stage. Myeong-oh and Hye-jeong grabbed me by my arms. I started panicking when I saw Sa-ra walking towards me with three burnt cigarettes together.

“NO PLEASE NO!!”

She shushed me with her finger on my lips. “This is high quality weed. Nobody can say no to these babies,” She said as she pointed the cigarettes towards me. She took a puff out of the three cigarettes together and grabbed me by my thighs. Before I even knew it, she pressed those together on my thighs.

My scream echoed on the walls of the gym. I tried flinging my legs in the air but she held them with a firm grip.

After she was done with my left leg, she went on to press them on my right one.

My screams became more and more distorted as I choked on my tears. My lungs, my throat, my legs, everything hurt.

“Oh my god, this bitch is fucking loud. Can someone shut her up?” said Yeon-jin.

“On it,” said Jae-joon. He threw the basketball away he was playing with a while ago and put his hand inside his pocket to take out a small bottle eye drops. He pressed a few drops on his eyes and put it back inside. I remember that it was that day he brutally beat up another guy who made fun of his colorblindness. His knuckles were still red from that guy’s blood.

“Imagine if she ever screamed my name,” said Jae-joon with a smirk on his face as he threw the ball away.

"Can you just shut the fuck up and shut her up?"

He grabbed my waist firmly and put his palm over my mouth tight shut.

Sa-ra continued pressing the cigarettes on my skin. My muffled screams died down eventually when I started feeling numb. This went on for quite long as I remember.

“Yeah that’ll do.”

Sa-ra removes the cigarettes from my thighs and lets go of my legs. I slid down the table and dropped to the floor. The stinging pain in my legs grew worser.

“She’s already out? Damn she’s weak as fuck,” Yeon-jin said as she nudged with her shoes on my thighs.

“Why did you do this to me? What harm did I ever do to you people?” I muttered.

“Because bitch if we didn’t, you would have told someone about us. Even though nobody even gives a shit about what we do. Nobody will ever believe you, and nobody will ever come to save your day” Yeon-jin said in a sing-song voice and the others laughed as she stood towered over me.

“What a whore,” said Myeong-oh. He kicked me at the back as I winced from the pain.

“Hey let’s go to the karaoke bar, it’s opened by now,” said Hye-jeong.

“Bye hoes,” Sa-ra waved as she walked away with others.

I laid there, barely conscious. My tears didn’t stop and my eyes were stinging. The world grew blurry around me. The burning pain, the bruises, the wounds, my head, the ringing in my ears, everything felt worse. I couldn’t even move. Before I knew anything else, I passed out on the gym floor.

*

I wiped the steam off my mirror as I stood naked in front of it. Some of the burnt skin on my thighs grew pinkish red over the years.

        I wore some clothes on and started drying my hair. Min-hee is fast asleep in her room. I collected all the dishes from the table and put them in the sink. It’s 11.45 p.m. My sleep can wait.

        I turned my phone on and opened Facebook. I searched up Moon Dong-Eun. I found a profile under the same name but there weren’t any pictures. I wonder if it’s really hers.

        I was staring at her profile. Should I search them up as well? I mean, I have to if I want to change my mind.

        I searched up Yeon-jin’s profile first. She worked as a weather forecaster at a news channel and married the CEO of Jaepyeong Construction in Semyeong, Ha Do-yeong. She had a child named Ha Ye-sol, same age as Min-hee.

        Jeon Jae-joon is a wealthy heir to a country club and helped up scaling a clothing boutique named Siesta.

        Lee Sa-ra became an artist.

        Choi Hye-jeong works as a flight attendant.

        For Son Myeong-oh, I couldn’t gather much information about him except maybe he works for Jeon Jae-joon.

        This much was quite enough for me. I put my phone down on the table and rested my head on my arms. I kept staring at the ceiling. The yellow light from the street outside illuminated my room. I looked over at Min-hee, she’s fast asleep.

        I took my phone and went over to the common balcony. I opened up my call logs on my phone as I closed the door behind me to make sure Min-hee doesn’t wake up. At the top of my call logs displayed Moon Dong-eun’s name. I almost made the call  when I paused.

        Wait, no. Am I doing the right thing?

        I didn’t press on her name yet. Instead, I stretched back by holding on the railings and looked over at the city before me. Seoul looks beautiful especially at night. The city lights flickered like the stars in the sky. All the quietness up here and the distant hustle of the people and traffic made me calm.

I closed my eyes and let out my breath. I looked back at my phone and pressed her name. I pressed the phone against my ear. After a few rings at my end, ”Hello Moon Dong-Eun? It’s me,  Y/N.”

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[mizldrizl]

Beyond Evil keeps me rambling...

For a crime thriller drama, characters in Beyond Evil do not swear that much--only a couple of strong words here and there. (Even Lee Chang Jin, who was once a gangster, doesn't really swear.)

Kang Jin Mook says "미친 년 (literally "crazy bitch") for his wife in a fury when Dong Sik lies to him that Min Jung is not his birth daughter. Another word much more frequently used throughout the show is "새끼 ("saekki")." One of the usages of the term is to refer to your child in a kind of coarse way; in the show, Dong Sik's mother and Jung Je's mother say it, and it means "my poor child" or "my dear child" depending on the context.

In other cases, "새끼" can be used as a swearword to insult someone. (If you speak Japanese, think "kono yaro" or "kisama.") Examples from the show include: when Han Ki Hwan visits Joo Won's apartment and yells at him for being overconfident and careless; when Dong Sik tells Joo Won to get out of his way after receiving Jae Yi's frantic phone call; when Joo Won stops Kang Jin Mook from trying to strangle Dong Sik to death; when Dong Sik urges Jung Je to regain his memory about the truth of Yu Yeon's disappearance, and so on.

And there is the arrest scene from Ep. 7 where Kang Jin Mook and Joo Won each uses the equivalent word for "fuck" in Korean. ("Fuck." "Yes. Your life is fucked now.") One thing I wonder about is if the muting the audio when Joo Won says "fucked" was intentional. (Apparently it was Netflix's doing. Why didn't I think of that?? Silly me... Thanks for letting me know @theinfinitedivides!) I also find it surprising that of all people, Joo Won is the one who uses the strongest word in the show. Not Lee Chang Jin, not even Dong Sik, but our princeling Han Joo Won! I'm curious why the writer/director didn't choose a "milder" expression, like "Your life will be hell from now on" or something.

Anyway, now let's talk about "새끼" again. I think it was translated to "jerk" for most instances in the English subtitles. And if you ask me, the translation just doesn't sound strong enough to me. In my head "You jerk!" equals "You meanie!". It should be something stronger than that. Something strong enough to make parents cover their kids' ears over but not as strong as to be censored on TV. In that sense, I think I would go with "piece of shit." When I try to picture those scenes with "새끼" in them in English, that one fits the best. (It's just my humble opinion, mind you!)

Okay, that's all for now. Thank you for reading!

#Beyond Evil #괴물

[saebeau]

Hey guys. I'm back!

(Please, if you find any errors in the writing, I'm sorry, English is not my first language, I'm still learning and I'm definitely not going to go through Google Tanslate because GT is shit that I don't trust.)

So, we come to the end. I am so saaaaad. Well, my last post about Perfect Marriage Revenge got a lot of likes and reposts, so first off, thank you very much, I'm really surprised it was somewhat popular!

Then, as expected, some people asked me to do another post with more backstory and canon facts from the novel and webtoon.

So here I am. This will be long, be ready.

To differentiate from the previous one, in this post I will add the backstory, trivia and facts of all the main leads like some of the ones highlighted in some eps. Of course, i am also giving my very personal opinions.

!!!SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

1 - Yi Joo.

• She was adopted by Mr. Han FIRST WIFE. Yes, before marrying Jung Hye he had an official wife chosen by his family. Somehow this lady found out about Yi Joo and brought her home and this lady treats her well. Mrs. Han also knew about Mr. Han's affair with Jung Hye.

• Yi Joo for almost 15 years believed that Mrs. Han was the one who poisoned her with the macaron, but still grieved her death. The reason: she had memory loss! And in the “broken” glimpses she had she saw the “mother’s” figure appearing above that of Jung Hye who was in her house at that moment.

• She was a very lonely person throughout her life (+ in Yoo Ra's post), so her personality diverges from the drama. Novel|Webtoon she has a more serious, direct and insightful approach to people, she is kind and generous (much more confident!), but not as “naive” as in the drama. I can tell she is antisocial. She also didn't like being touched. Growing up, Yi Joo knew Jung Hye and Yoo Ra's true side very well and stayed away as much as possible (her marriage was a pass for that), she tried to at least stay close to her father, but he's an idiot, So, yes, no.

• Regarding her death, explaining the accident itself went like this: Yi Joo was hit by Do Guk's car, and Do Guk's car was hit by none other than Secretary Kim Jae Won's car right on the driver's side! YES! All of them at the same time, like, what the fuck!?

• EXTRA • I already explained a little about her relationship with Se Hyeok so just to be sure: Yi Joo wanted a family, a real family and Se Hyeok was chosen, obviously (he was her closest friend and now her husband) she I trusted and cared for him (apparently, him too), so it was perfect. But Yi Joo just wasn't ready to have any involvement like that (with anyone), she had a lot of trauma to deal with before starting any plan, she didn't have any feelings for him, never had, never expected but a couple hopes to have a child one day, so Yi Joo was taking her time, even with her mother-in-law being shitty. (+ in the Se Hyeok Family post.)

2 - Do Guk.

• In the novel | webtoon he is much more playful and funny. He is also good at seducing (Exclusive Yi Joo), even though he has “castrated” and “monk” as his nicknames. The women in his office are always trying to get his attention because he is super kind but still very difficult to approach. Do Guks is absolutely a pleaser for Yi Joo, he compliments and hype her up any time, anywhere, making Yi Joo very flustered.

• He is very traumatized by the accident with his brother Jung Wook, it was more detailed in the novel/webtoon; the two obviously had a fight, Jung Wook hurt his leg on the edge of the ship and fell but Do Guk also fell and almost died too! But his father, (that idiot) cared more about the boy who no longer had his mother instead of just taking care of both of them equally, so this only made Jung Wook more confident with his lame excuses and Do Guk more distant from his family , especially his father, since almost everyone thought he pushed Jung Wook, leaving him permanently disabled.

• Do Guk has a closer relationship with his sister than the drama lets on. She is always supporting him and giving him encouragement whenever he needs it. They're always joking or fighting with each other and at the same time they can have really deep conversations, like, super brother energy. After he marries Yi Joo, it seems they become even closer.

• I love how much he is like his mother in many ways: they are both very honest, understanding, never judge and fully embrace a person in need. He also has her smart and cunning side! He loves his family, that's clear, but he just can't stand the fact that no one believed in him and that's a thorn in his heart. Tru, in the middle of the novel, he starts to have more contact with his parents because of Yi Joo's family mess, they get closer and develop a better relationship after putting their cards on the table, especially because Jung Wook is with more and more reckless and Mr. Seo is "getting it" now.

• EXTRA • Many of you are curious to know how Do Guk met Yi Joo before the accident and was already in love at the time. Well, in the Novel, he was at a business party when he went out to the balcony to get some fresh air, and there was Yi Joo, in a beautiful white dress crying silently to herself. Yup, love at first sight. Very Do Guk thing.

3 - Yi Joo | Do Guk as a couple.

• Much of their relationship is portrayed very well in the drama. But I'm still sad because they took a lot out of the final script. They have many scenes, including some "steamy" ones that would make your screens shake!

• We absolutely know that they did the “deed” a lot. With Yi Joo initiating some of them on the novel. Speaking of intimacy, I understand that some of you were not satisfied with the reasons that led you to the first time, but personally, I like the meaning it has; Neither Yi Joo nor Do Guk knew how to fully express their feelings that time. It was too much for both of them. But one thing they knew is that Do Guk loves her and she is heartbroken and they wanted to make that clear, ease their feelings and comfort each other. In the Webtoon/Novel it is more romantic, more fluid and happened at the moment of realization and acceptance of Yi Joo's feelings for Do Guk.

• Do Guk and Yi Joo have great harmony, they embrace each other's desires, feelings and flaws so much that it makes every person around them "see" how much they love each other. This becomes clearer if you read the novel. Through their plans, they are very reassuring, supportive and loving at the same time as they carry many hesitations and fears for each other's lives, even more so after discovering that they both went back in time and she became pregnant.

• EXTRA • Do Guk proposes to Yi Joo again after they slept together and confess their feelings for each other some time later. He takes her to an amusement park, even though her fear increases a little. In the afternoon, when they are leaving, he stops her and confesses again and offers her a new ring and asks for her hand again. This represents their true beginning, now together. +EXTRA • THEY HAVE TWIN SONS AND A DAUGHTER. ♡♡♡

4 – Jung Hye (stepmother)

• She's a bitch. She is greedy, nasty and a liar. To be honest, there isn't much to say about her. Do you see the drama? She's almost the same. Starting with the comparisons, in the Webtoon / Novel she is not as elegant, to say the opposite, she is much more theatrical, she has a very expressive face but easily loses her composure when her mask is being ripped off.

• On Webtoon | In the novel (drama too) Jung Hye makes her presence felt by being a calculating person, she is manipulative and is very good at leading people the way she wants. One of the differences in the drama is that Jung Hye always knew that Yi Joo was the biological daughter, but never thought that Yi Joo would find out, especially after years of torture and psychological abuse, repeatedly remembering the fact that she is a stranger and no one would never be by her side. Mr. Han's constant alienation to his daughter's situation was all Jung Hye needed.

• All her life she lied and stole from men for her own gains and destroyed their lives. I don't believe Jung Hye has that backstory, she's just sadistic and selfish. I also don't believe they will put Jung Hye's past cruelties on screen, and I believe, she has done some bad things. One of them is related to Secretary Kim, so be prepared for that. (+ at secretary Kim Post)

• EXTRA • I could feign some merit for her character if she had any, but she's the villain; that's what she was made for, being evil and cruel in particular, she herself has no reasonable "reason" for being that way. She might have had a difficult childhood, neglectful parents or abuse and things like that, but none of that "explains" the things she did to Yi Joo.

5 - Yoo Ra

• So, this bish right here. How can i explain this pathetic spoiled nasty girl?! Yoo Ra is selfish and jealous, we know that many of it was lead after many years of her mother manupulation, (you can see on the last episodes) that's f*cked up and sad at the same time. She's being raised by the evil itself and this evil is her mother, the only person caring for her. It is hard to explain. Yoo Ra's personality was constructed to be best by any meaning, with the same finality, being better than Yi Joo and overtrow her.

• In the Webtoon | Novel she is way more cinic, her feigh innocence give me chills too. She's always wants to shine brighter, to have the best and take things that she thinks it belongs to her by any way, and this is a great reflection from her mother. She's always trying to make people pity her, thinking she's a angel (in special her dad) so people around are always focusing on the "most apparent" reason (she plays a lot with her words), her jealous and envious adoptive sister. She brings hell to Yi Joo. Oh, the way she plays the victim all the time, god, my nerves.

• In middle school, highschool and college too, Yoo Ra always carefully made people go against Yi Joo, making ger suffer a lot with bullying from Yoo Ra's friends. One in special is in the drama, the employee that gave food to Do Guk! That girl was a very close friend to Yoo Ra in high school, the girl didn't know but she was basically doing the dirty job for Yoo Ra: sending people to vandalize and destroy Yi Joo table and books, shoving and tripping her around the hallways, isolating, insulting and even putting threatning mensagens in Yi Joo's locker.

• Too bad for her that Yi Joo still met Soo Jin, Do Guks cousin that suffered bullying too (Yoo Ra didn't know that she belonged to the Seo family) because that helped a lot on the future when Soo Jin told her family about her being bullied because Yoo Ra was in the middle of it, so it's a important part in the novel.

• So about her ending, she deserved everything. Se Hyeok and his sister were nothing to her, just a pawn to hurt Yi Joo. But Yoo Ra was still carrying his child and Se Hyeok's family had to accept her because everybody knew the baby was his and if they didn't do it their "reputation" would be ruined. So basically Yi Joo life was now hers, but worse; she almost send her sister in law to jail, tarnished her mother in law image and broke Se Hyeok heart in the worst way possible add the fact the she basicaly ruined them financially. In the Webtoon | Novel, they had to sold the house and all luxury things to live. Yoo Ra was a mother at home, cleaning, cooking, washing and suffering with both mother and sister constant resentment and anger and Se Hyeok negligence.

• EXTRA • Her final scene is were she meet her mother at jail, she's says that she won't be visiting anymore and carry on with her life, she's sounds somewhat regretful and depressive for everything, but, at the same time, frustrated and angry with her situation and with her mother. But in the drama, GURL! Freezing shoulder, insults, bad atittude. DANG WOMAN! (*Insane clapping*)

6 - Mr. Han.

• Ugly ass, hate him, like, go to hell. Like literally, couldn't he hold thay d*ck on his pants a little bit?! For this i'm gonna make it short. I could keep talkind about his severe neglicence with Yi Joo, angry bursts and really evil words towards but this would just stress me out. As i said, i hate him, f*ck him.

• He met Yi Joo's mother when he was really young, but little time later abandoned her not knowing she was pregnant to marry his first wife. He started his affair with Jung Hye little time later, who was pretending to he his wife's friend. He tried to reach out with Yi Joo's mother but only knew about the fire and the deaths so he left this memory behind. He wasn't a good son too, never even remembering he had a sick dad. Aparently this family blood makes men turn into idiots.

• I don't really know how easily he was manipulated by Jung Hye, but his end was just deserving by how shitty of a person he was most of his life. Jung Hye poisoned him with a lot of pills for years, making him sick all the time, one day he tries to go down the stair, but fall, having a fracture and losing his legs movements, biding him to a weelchair. As fragile as he was, Yi Joo still drops the bomb the she is his daughter, that Jung Hye knew and now she was taking the family business. He keeps in denial for a long time until he sees his wife true face.

• He ends up alone, passing his years constantly helping Yoo Ra with money, still pitting on her, and being treated as nothing because he has nothing to offer anymore.

• EXTRA • About his ending on the drama, and the talk with Yi Joo's mother, i still hate it, he deserved worse. He's even in "good terms" with Yi Joo too! He was pathetic and coward. It was a considerably neutral ending for him, i can live with that but won't ever accept it.

7 - Seo Family

• Talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, unafraid to reference or not reference, put it in a blender, shit on it, vomit on it, eat it, give birth to it. (thank u icon Lady Gaga)

• Despite his dad being a bit stupid, this family is what i truly desire in in-laws. They're suportive, kind, empathetic and the best of the best. In the Novel | Webtoon, there all more playfull, Mrs. Cha is who i love the most, she recognize Yi Joo the first time they meet but hides it. Mr. Han takes more time but tru the novel he just becames kinder and kinder.

• Do-Na and Jae Ho are super cute, they have a lot of scenes together in the Novel | Webtoon. They're lovely, Jae Ho being Do Guks best friend and brother in-law is such a mood. I would absolutely love a spin-off about their story. We love a good spin-off.

• Soo-Jin got a man too! We love a great best friend having a happy end. Love this girl.

• EXTRA • They go crazy when Yi Joo gets pregnant. Shes makes a anouncement to the family and they flip off after seeing the ultrasound showing the twins. It is so worthing seeing on the webtoon.

8 - Jae Wook

• He is way more evil. Egoist. Liar. Thief. Loves to do psycological terror on his family. Literally pretending to be disabled for almost two decades like, THE HELL?! For him i'm going to list his crimes.

• Theft. Embellzement. Murder. Atempt of murder. Many atempts to kill Do Guk + poisoned Yi Joo on a restorant while trying to corner her and puts her on a hospital bed. Paid someone to PUSH YI JOO OUT OF BOAT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SEA just to make Do Guk more traumatized because the poor guy jumped to save her. This is mind blowing. Both in the drama and Novel | Webtoon the bomb in the car is there and its TENSE!

• Look, this guy has absolutely abandoment issues but if he wanted to kill somebody, this person is his dad not his brother. Like, all his life he believed that was his dad that kicked his mother to the curb and separated her from him, so he planned and planned just to end up in jail, where his discover that his mother was the one who abandoned him by her own will to be with another man. THE CLOWN!

• EXTRA • His initial plan was to seduce Yi Joo. *trow up*.

9 - Se Hyeok.

• Fake b*tch. LOSER! I already explained everything about him on the other post. I won't waste time with this idiot. He never truly apologized to Yi Joo, i don't think he regreted much of it too. He passed the rest of his life with Yoo Ra, between hate and love, and with his bloodsucker family.

• F*ck him. Their last scene on the drama was perfect.

•Byyye.

• EXTRA • The way he got back with Yoo Ra was WAS AMAZING! I adore that they kept the original (almost) scene of him presenting his future fiance & family (a very rich one by the way) to to Jae Sook and Se-Hee and BANG! Yoo Ra's at the door claiming that she's going to live with them (she's got nowhere else to go) because she was with his child. LIKE?! In the novel, the hell breaks and she almost get physical with his mother, sister and fiance! The end.

10 - Se Hyeok's Family.

• His mother (Jae Sook) and sister (Se-Hee) were both greedy and mean people, always pressuring Yi Joo with money and luxury things. Yi Joo basically sustained the house were she was treated as maid but it was never enough for them (with Se Hyeok giving his back for the situation they were always bold).

• They made Yi Joo cook, clean and taking care both of the house and her own job without a moment of peace. Jae Sook was the worst one, she wanted a grandchild at any way just to have more rights about Yi Joo's heiritance, torturing poor Yi Joo about it and even making medical apointments to see why she wasn't still pregnant, not knowing that Yi Joo never even kissed Se Hyeok in her life.

• Se-Hee was the usual spoiled brat that never takes a "no" for a answer, ya'll see in the drama how bad she treats even her own brother. I think it was a great lesson for her almost going to jail about her posts on the internet about Yi Joo, she almost got crazy and i loved every second of it. In the Webtoon, she looks way more paranoic after discovering what time of person Yoo Ra was.

• EXTRA • KARMA GOT Y'ALL! XOXO!

11 - Secretary Kim Jae Won

• In the novel, he was adopted by his dad and was very loved. Some time later Mr. Kim met Jung Hye, married and aparently had a happy life (i don't know if Yoo Ra was already on the page that time). Then gradually his dad got sick and sick, getting worse to find his end binded in a bed and, even as a small kid, Jae Won suspected of his "mother".  (I think she used some "pills" again?)

• His dad was a famous painter and had a great fortune so we can get why Jung Hye "popped out" since she was already on the market of falsifications.

• His dad died when he was pre-teens, Jung Hye got a way to have all the money and soon pushed him to the fartest orphanage. He held grudges all his life because he had this feeling that Jung Hye did all. Well, he came with a very brilliant revenge i dare say.

• EXTRA • He was way more charming on the Novel | Webtoon and had more personality (i don't know why they just made him almost a "blank paper", such a turn off). He was more active too in the plans.

12 - Jamie / Yi Joo's bio mother

• So, this woman suffered, i surelly could describe her suffering but i think y'all saw the drama, but the Webtoon | Novel made me tearful, truly. Mr. Han was bullshit. Her dad was bullshit. The Jung Hye comes and there's more sociopath bullshit to put fire on her house with a baby inside. Like, this woman did everything to survive alone after Mr. Han left her to get married to a rich family and still had to get almost killed by one of his lovers.

• As you know she discovered it all, and of course, revenge. I pity her because when Yi Joo found out about her it wasn't that calm as in the drama, Yi Joo even denies her existence. I can understand Yi Joo side because tecnically her mom watched her being abused, it was a misuderstanding, but she felt abandoned again and wasn't open to receive this affection now.

• A thing that i missed was her encounter with Jung Hye and THAT SCENE OHMYGOD WHYDIDTHEYLEFTITOUT!!!. You all remember that Jung Hye needed the votes to be the president, right?! So she called to the unknow 5% shareholder to meet AND WHO'S THERE?! Yes, the mama. Jung Hye don't recognize at first but Jamie just spilled the tea to her and she's f*cked. OH Jung Hye face was ahhhh?!!! I love the Webtoon.

• EXTRA • The webtoon it's on the final chapters but Yi Joo and Jamie reconcilied and doing well, of course, WITHOUT MR. HAN on their lives because that's what he deserves!

•••• SO MY FINAL THOUGHTS ARE...••••

I LOVE THE ENDING, THE FAMILY, THE BABY, GIRL, THE PAINTING, SE HYEOK AND YOO RA HATING EACH OTHER, JUNG HYE ON JAIL! That's everything i wanted, like, they left things that i loved out but still maintened the main plot and did really well. I would like to thank all the actors and actresses that put all their effort in this drama and made it perfect.

PERFECT MARRIAGE REVENGE  <3 <3 <3 <3.

Thank you all the came here. Have a great night. Byyyeee.

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one line any fic! rules: pick ten of your fics, scroll to somewhere midpoint, pick a line chunk and share it, and then tag ten people.

Tagged by @b1uetrees!! Thanks so much for the tag, it's taken a wee while to get around to doing it but we are here!! I actually only have 14 "proper" fics published, so this wasn't too difficult to do haha. I'm going to post the lines in chronological order (of when the fics were published) and perhaps, we might see a progression of some sort 😊

Also, if I tag you and you have less than 10 fics, I would love to see wips/orginal work 👀👀 maybe?? 👀 either way, no pressure tags: @l-tyrell @foolishmortal @citrinekay @fire-burning-brighter

Indoctrination line taken from the mid-point of chapter 2. The men in front of him frown as he switched to speaking in English without realising. Joo Won’s eyes flicker to Dong Sik, there was that warm look again, stirring Joo Won to conclude his point. “This isn’t a classroom- it’s a police station. A functioning filing system is paramount. Detailed and factually correct reports without spelling mistakes are paramount! I shouldn’t be spending hours of my time correcting your mistakes.” 

“Aish, Lee Dong Sik, is he like this all the time?” 

Joo Won felt a bark of unbridled laughter pass his lips, causing the men around him to still. Gil Goo and Gwang Young eye the younger man with suspicion, whereas Dong Sik has turned his face away; his lips twisting into something filthy. 

Drone Bomb Me Suddenly, his arm is being snatched and his body spun. He goes with it, knowing where his destination will be but it still hurts when this cheekbone is planted harshly against the table. He hopes it bruises. His arm is restrained against his back while Joo Won’s other hand is splayed between his shoulder blades. “What the fuck are you doing?” Joo Won pants against his ear and god, it ignites a fire in Dong Sik’s belly.

take my name Instead, he scoffs and takes Dong Sik's glass from his hand, and sips on his wine. As he swallows, his body throbs under the gaze of Dong Sik's ever-eager, ever-tantalising eyes, watching Joo Won's throat bob as if he intends on ruining it. That's most certainly not helping matters. Blushing, Joo Won grumbles quietly: “You read too many novels.”

Dong Sik chuckles and pokes his cheek, “and you don’t read enough.”

your blessed hands “Ah, that’s a shame. Suppose it worked out for the best now, means you can finally-”

“Stop. Don’t do that,” he softens his voice to the sincere hum of a heart that aches for forgiveness. “You know I asked to be transferred more than once. But we also agreed to put it off until we knew what was happening with the house-”

“Ah, so it’s still my fault.” Dong Sik laughs that awful fake laugh, it bounces high and unnatural against the bathroom tiles, breaking Joo Won apart.  In Another Moment With an exasperated sigh and feeling more turned on than ever before, Joo Won snatches this difficult man by the wrist. He keeps eye contact as he works his mouth to produce enough of an offering to impress. Dong Sik doesn’t seem to be breathing. Joo Won stares as he spits long and slow - dribbling and drooling - in the other man’s hand. It’s all complete nonsense… but Dong Sik still bites his lip, wholly enthralled by Joo Won’s borderline licentious display.

Oh, Dong Sik might just kill him. courage to make love known With a huff and a resentful glare, Joo Won decides to give in. The speakers fizzle alive and the room seems to darken as the sound of a mid-tempo piano melody plays through. A part of Jae Yi prickles as she recognises the song but cannot place where from. It sounds dated as if it were from a different decade and definitely not Korean. Perhaps, it's something her dad used to listen to. The shrill power ballad consists of an electric guitar ringing out as it compliments the overall melody of the piece. Which swells and intensifies, building almost like a grand reveal; the drums heighten the anticipation until-

Han Joo Won sings. to a nightingale Dong Sik even lets Joo Won adjust his aching legs, biting his lip hard as they’re lifted to the safety of broad shoulders. His hips scream in protest as his knees are pushed to his chest. But that doesn’t stop him from allowing his hunter to clutch at his neck with eager fingers, either trying to check his pulse or take his last breath. He’s not sure which it is but he moans with pleasure as his young lover squeezes down. “I won’t let anyone else have you,” Joo Won grits out through clenched teeth; his eyes blazed with something feral that might suffocate them both. 

There are worse ways to die. 

Snippets [scrapped wips. "chapter 1": pining joo won] The cool air hits his tired body with an unsatisfactory hollowness that he doesn't want to dissect. He rises slowly, never having it within him to yank the metaphorical plaster off in one clean swipe. As of late, he’s always the first to breach the day, even though Dong Sik awakes before him. He silently collects his things and doesn't mention that he knows the older man watches him. Without so much of a glance, he'll go to the bathroom, clean up, and get dressed before saying his goodbyes. In that time, Dong Sik would have gotten up and changed into something temporary before he strips the sheets.  the threshold of the year "Joo Won-ah," Dong Sik's voice trembles. Joo Won pauses in the doorway and is kind enough not to make it too obvious that he can see just how much Dong Sik is struggling.

He can't lose him, he can't- not Joo Won. He can't. "I love you too." 

Now, a sneak peak of the next chapter of: not truly one, but truly two

Right now seems like the wrong time to garner into his comprehension, the amber-like qualities within this creature’s eyes. There’s a spark and a hint of intelligence within their autumn day haze. They search Joo Won’s own polished tourmaline irises, which are so dark that in the hotel room’s low lighting, it is almost impossible to detect the pupil. But the vampire’s heavy gaze suddenly alters from searching to a plethora of mockery: utterly deviant and overcome with a self-serving mischievousness.

There you go! Thanks again and I hope you enjoyed this 💛💛

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Death By Bagel

NCT Culinary Student!Mark Lee x Fashion Design Student!Reader Summary: Mark makes a cake cause he's realized he can't lose you to some f-boy. Word Count: 3k+ Warnings: Fluff, childhood au, college au, slowish burn, slight cursing, reallllly fluffy, some broksi-dude action, typos sksksksks, etc.

R E Q U E S T my friend: mark lee, slow burn, friends to lovers

A/N: I wrote a fic that already had like 1k+ word then I LOST IT (i think i deleted it) thus this. It took me 10 years to write this msmsmkskskks. PLEASE TUMBLR IS MESSING WITH ME AND MIXED UP THE ORDER OF SOME OF THE DIALOGUE

“As a doctor, I don’t think you should be doing that,” Mark says, not even bothering to look at his patient seated rudely on the floor. Oop, he’s lying down now.

Mark huffs and looks up from the clay block he was molding on his tray, “YOU’RE SO UNPROFESSIONAL!”

Mark’s mother nearly spits out her coffee upon hearing the words of his five-year-old son. Her husband snorts, “He got that from you.”

The woman throws a look at the man and was supposed to give a snarky retort, up until the sound of the doorbell ringing. She grins from ear-to-ear and dashes to get the door.

When she comes back to the living room, she’s accompanies by another woman and a tiny version of her.

“Markie! Say hello to your Auntie!” Mark’s mom calls.

Mark from the carpeted floor looks up and blinks, examining the stranger-woman and its human-ling. Mark turns to his father who was sat on the couch and receives a nod of approval almost. Mark purses his lips and waves at the woman.

The woman waves back and then crouches down to the little girl, “Baby, say hello to Mark.”

Unwilling, she shakes her head.

“Aw come on, baby. Don’t be shy. Mark over there is a really sweet boy. I knew him when he was in his mommy’s tummy, just like Mark’s mom knew you when you were in mine. You’re the same age so you’ll get along just fine.”

With the unnecessary explanation that gave no justification to the scene whatsoever out of the way, the girl was fooled into peeping up, “Hi, Mark.”

“Hello,” Mark says, not particularly interested, as his patient was still in the midst of dying in his office. He turned to his stuffed toy called Mr. Lion and attempted to stand him up once more.

At this point, the girl makes her way to Mark.

“We’ll be back in two hours, honey. Keep an eye on the children,” Mrs. Lee tells his husband who had been occupied with TV the entire time.

“Yeah. I got this,” he smiles to his wife then goes back to watching.

The bumble bee clad figure sat down to Mark in blue and watched him play.

Mark ignored her for a few seconds, needing to assert all efforts on standing that dumb toy up. Once successful, Mark turns to her, “Do you play doctors?”

Mark was then met with the same lack on enthusiasm. She hums, “I like playing baker doctor.”

All at once, Mark gasps, “ME TOO!”

It was unbeknownst to the children it was oddly specific and the chance of this happening was pretty slim.

And in a blink of an eye, excited giggles erupt in the room, as if they had been having so much fun before this scene. It was here and there the two would become best friends to the very end.

... so I guess it means the reckoning is upon us.

“MARK LEE I SWEAR TO THE FU--” “WHAT! WHAT!?” Mark laughs.

"YOU ATE MY BAGEL! AGAIN!" I growl in a loud whisper, throwing the wrapper at him and his flat head before he could think to dodge it while he annoyingly laughs.

"I asked if I could have it though!" he says, fully knowing his sins.

I glared at him and say lowly, "I thought you were referring to my notes, bread for brains."

Mark snorts loud enough for our teacher to wake up from his nap. Once the class notices, we all pretend to be doing something productive and Mark plays it off with a cough.

"Mr. Lee." Mr. Kim says sternly, clicking his tongue, blinking his eyes rapidly.

Mark finishes coughing and turns to our seated professor, "Yes sir."

"Don't go to school if you're sick and going to cause a racket with your coughing."

Mark nods firmly and Mr. Kim closes his eyes again, mumbling, "page 65 is due tomorrow."

The entire class grumbles. Mark beside me scoffs and makes a face, "Yeah, yeah, Doyoung."

I turn to him and elbow his side.

"Whatever," Mark shakes his head, "professor bunny-teeth won't hear me."

Once class ended, we both get our things and head out for lunch. We walk to our canteen, fussing over assignments, deciding we should do it together later in our mutually free period.

I groan and narow your eyes at him as we have an argument over how he hasn't finished the essay for English, "That's not the point."

"Yo Mark!" a voice calls from afar. Mark and I turn, looking for the voice, and I spot the dimpled senior, Jung Jaehyun, in a table with the rest of his squad.

I nudge Mark and point at the pale guy seated by the corner.

Mark throws him a smile and waves. I follow closely behind him as he walks over to the table. "We're going to sit with them?" I say in some sort of gasp.

"Yeah." Mark replies simply, not bothering to turn to me, "they're cool."

I knit my brows at that and nod, "Yeah I know. But I'm not cute today."

Mark stops in his tracks and throws me a confused look, "what?"

"I didn't put any make-up on today, also I'm pretty sure there's a visible stain somewhere on my jacket, I just don't remember where."

Mark scrunches his face up again, even more confused. "What? How do you... forget a stai-- that's not the point. Why do you wanna look cute today?" He scoffs and continues lowly, "hardly as if you ever look cute."

I let out an annoyed groan and punch Mark's shoulder. "Like when you panicked when Seulgi came over and asked for notes."

Mark openes his mouth, "That is so not the same! Jaehyun's a fuck bo-"

"Just shut up already," I snap and shove him forward so he'd continue walking. "Let's not keep him waiting," I add and mumble, "also I know. Dong Sicheng however is very cute."

Mark chuckles, "he's dated every girl on the dance team."

"Okay, maybe not that cute."

"Ya, Mark," Jaehyun grins and greets the said person with a high-five and chest bump. He turns to me and speaks my name with a smile. I smile back politely and wave.

I'm about to sit next to Sicheng, but Mark shoves me and so I end up sitting on the other side of the bench table with Jaehyun. I turn to Jaehyun with a small, non-awkward smile and shoot Mark a glare. He seems unbothered though.

"So, you up for a round later?" Jaehyun asks Mark.

Mark talks over me, "you know it, dude."

Jaehyun flashes his dimple smile all the stupid girls fall for. I'm only half falling for it cause I'm only half stupid. He raises his brows, "you bought the dough, right?"

This makes me knit my brows.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I really did this time," Mark mumbles quickly. "It's my turn anyway."

Jaehyun gives an off look, "that's literally what you said last time bro."

"Yo, no for real. It's in my bag, if you wanna check."

Jaehyun shakes his head when Mark begins to scramble for it, "no, Lee, it's good. We wouldn't want you friend to get dirty."

Is it just me or do you feel slimey all of a sudden?

Jaehyun then gives me a somewhat, somehow sincere smile, "so. I hear you're in fashion design."

I give a soft chuckle, "yeah. That's me."

"I could tell from a mile away. Mark looks horrible next to your getup."

I look down at my sweater and ripped jeans. Mark exclaims in protest, "shut the hell up, Jae."

I give a soft smile at Jaehyun, "don't know where that comes from but thanks I guess."

Jaehyun chuckles, "I'm kidding," he eyes Mark, "I saw your Fashion Design pin on your bag when you sat down."

"Oooohhhh, haha, okay, that makes sense."

"Ya, Jeff," Sicheng calls for Jaehyun, "it's almost time."

Jaehyun turns to his friend and nods. He turns back to me and Mark, "well, it's nice to meet you. Mark won't put a sock in it even if I beg. See you around, fashionista."

He stands and slaps Mark's back, "see ya later, broski."

"Yeah, bruh," Mark replies.

Once it's just Mark and I, I snap at him and blurt out in a whisper yell, "YOU'RE ON BROSKI LEVEL WITH JUNG JAEHYUN?!"

Mark gives me a weird face, "bruh, I think he calls the principal broski, for real."

I smack Mark, making him whine, "you know what I'm talking about, Mark! And what, are you doing drugs?!?"

He shakes his head in confusion, "Wait, what!? Who the hell told you that?"

"Uhhhhh you were talking about dough and showing up later. Sounds like you owe him money for drugs, Mark."

"??? In what universe did we even mention drugs?? Does this," he slaps his face, "look like a face of a drug addict to you?"

"A gullible idiot maybe."

Mark's jaw drops, "oh wow, okay. I'm done with this conversation." He proceeds to stand attempt to walk away. I scoff, "not on my watch bitch."

Like the true idiot that he is, Mark begins to legit run away from me, like a criminal who stole my cookies. It's embarrassing that he, a man much taller than I, could not even outrun me. I suppose I should be grateful, but this just fortifies my thoughts of him being an idiot even more.

But okay... I wasn't actually expecting this... like... Mark and Jaehyun... like... actually baking bread after school with dough Mark premade at home. Also, uh, Jaehyun looks super cute in an apron that I'm having a mental breakdown. And what's new, so does Mark.

"I can't believe you thought I was a drug dealer," Jaehyun says in a soft pout as he rolls out dough on the marble counter of his friggin large kitchen in his friggin large house. Like dang, I knew he was rich, but he's like Rich™ Rich. Rich with a golden diamond encrusted Rolex watch rich that's in a glass display rich-- wtf.

Mark wheezes in his telltale high pitched laugh as he opens a pack of unsweetened chocolate pellets, "she thought dough was some sort of metaphor or something."

"Cute," they say at the same time. Mark turns to Jaehyun in slight surprise and Jaehyun turns to me. I roll my eyes, though I feel my neck burn. I avert my attention to the scene I was sketching on my pad, Jaehyun and Mark baking croissants. I clear my throat, "I'm just making use of the single braincell between us, cause if he doesn't die falling down the stairs, he's gonna pull some idiotic stuff like baking with Jung Jaehyun."

Oddly, it's Mark that reacts to that with a, "hey!"

Jaehyun rubs his chin on his shoulder, "I also can't believe you think so little of me.'

I break a sweat but decide to answer honestly, "... ... ... You have a reputation."

"Of being a fuck boy?"

Mark loudly transfers the chocolates into a metal bowl, making the two of us snap at him. Mark makes a face, "oh gosh, sorry."

Jaehyun sighs, "well. I admit I get around, but that's only because I get dumped every time."

I raise a brow.

Jaehyun purses his lips, "nah, let's not make this weird. The croissants will be flat."

"Dude," Mark turns to him, "that's literally only because you messed up the recipe."

Jaehyun grits his teeth, "no. It's because Kun's a little teacher's pet and sabotaged me so he could get the best grade."

"No, but like Kun is really nice, he helped me with the fold techinique."

Jaehyun scoffs, "He stole me vanilla extract, Mark. Who does that?!"

"No, listen, he's cool, like, for real--"

"No, you listen, he's a little shit and--"

The two begin to bicker like a married couple, and I begin to draw inspiration form the scene to design some random sketches of wedding dresses.

I look back to the two and still can't get over the fact that I learned Jaehyun was a culinary arts major with my best friend, and that I was currently in the Jung's boojie home because I thought Mark was buying drugs from him. Not what I was expecting at all my day to go like, but I'm not mad this is how it went.

"No, no, no, no," Jaehyun says. He turns to me and points, "let's just get an outside opinion. Babe, what's your favorite color?"

"BABE?!" Mark barks.

I take a moment to reply. I blink slowly, "uhh... pink?"

Jaehyun bites his lower lip and claps his flour covered hands, "Right. Pink croissants it is."

Mark shoots him a glare and turns to me, back to Jaehyun, "she has a name."

Jaehyun nods, "yeah, and she wants pink croissants."

Mark makes a face and Jaehyun examines it, chuckling under his breath. "Wah, you two are something, huh."

No one really responds.

We began to always eat lunch with Jaehyun and his friends. It's funny cause I realized Jaehyun, although I still firmly believed he was out to get nasty with every other girl he sees, he was actually just like Mark. A total loser with a love for cooking.

"Hey," Mark says with a snippy tone.

I give him a look and suddenly receive a paper bag to my face. Mark sits on his chair next to me, as per usual. I smell the thing before I realize what it is. It's a freshly baked bagel. I perk up and smile, "Aw, you baked me a bagel?"

Mark raises his upper lip, "no. Jaehyun did."

I knit my brows, "what? Why?"

Mark narrows his brows, "do you, like, like him?"

I give him a look. I take a bite of the bagel, making Mark look at me in disbelief. I answer, "You do know I only hang with him cause you do, right?"

"Then why'd you eat the bagel then?"

"Uh, a number of reasons. 1) it's a bagel, 2) free food, 3) I'm starving, 4) it smells amazingggg."

Mark does a face, "fair. I've been meaning to ask how he does his seasoning for a while now too." He releases a breath, "and anyway, I'm pretty sure he made a bagel cause I told him you liked them. Never talking about you to him anymore though."

I look at him, "why do you talk about me so much to him anyway?"

"Uh because you're amazing," Mark says instinctively.

I feel my heart skip at that. I coo and place my hands on my chest, "wait that's really sweet."

Mark looks at me. His face begin to shift, "too bad it's a lie- haha."

I give him a look and rebut, "jerk."

"Loser."

As quickly as I found out about Jaehyun being Mark's friend, that's about as quickly as I found out he didn't like hanging out with him anymore. It's kind of a shame I never got to go back to his boojie house.

There was this one encounter I had with Jaehyun though... which was a little weird, not gonna lie.

He was waiting for me outside my Tailoring class, smiling and waving when he saw me. I Reluctantly reciprocated and walked over to him.

He releases a breath, "I've been waiting for about 20 minutes for you. I didn't know when your class would end."

I raise my brows, "you could have asked?"

"Well I would need your number for that, and that would have ruined the surprise," he pulled out a brown paper bag, reminiscing the same one Mark chucked at my face.

"I made you two this time," he smiles.

I take a moment to reply, "you don't have to make me bagels, Jaehyun."

He grabs my hand, "yeah, but I want something out of ya," he places the bagels in my hand. He proceeds to lead us off and we begin to walk down the hall.

Truth be told, it's a little scary that his ulterior motive is up in the air. Jaehyun places his hands in his pockets, "I like your dress, by the way."

I smile, "thanks. I made it."

He smiles and nods, "right. That makes sense as to why it suits you well."

I can't help but blush at that, and simultaneously feel conscious when I realize a bunch of girls in my course are looking at me and Jaehyun as we strut down the hall.

"So, what did you want, Jaehyun?"

"Well, I clearly wanted to ask you out."

"..."

"..."

Jaehyun smiles and give a soft laugh, "is it so ground breaking?"

"... Uh..."

He sniggers, "hey, you can say no. I mean I hope you don't but you can." Jaehyun leans in and raises his hands, "I won't like it, but a man should take rejection from a lady well."

I turn to him as he straightens up. I turn to the bagels he made me and bring it back to him. He laughs, "no, I made them for you really. It's not poisoned, in fact it's made with love."

I visibly react to that, which makes Jaehyun wheeze. I can't help but laugh back, "that was hella tacky."

"Worth a shot though," he says. "Good luck with Mark."

I look at him with silence and he chuckles, "ya, you can't fool me."

I'm about to retort but then Jaehyun gets called by one of the frats dudes I identify as Johnny Seo. Jaehyun does a curtsy and clicks his tongue, "see ya later babez."

"You know, I would have said yes if you didn't do stuff like that."

Jaehyun purses his lips, "no you wouldn't."

I shrug, "worth a shot though."

Jaehyun places a hand on his chest, dramatically calling, "Uh, rejection hurts, man."

Yeah, I never went to Jaehyun's boojie house ever again.

Silver lining though was Mark's dorm smelled equally as nice because of all the food he cooks, although it came with a whiff of axe body spray from his roommate, Lucas. It's cool though, he was almost never around for me to smell it in its whole intensity.

"Aite," Mark calls from his side of the dorm. I perk up from the two seater dining table they had and turn to Mark who was covering the cake he was making for his finals.

"Don't, like, peek, okay. I want you to see the cake all at once and give me your honest reaction to it. Please, like, all my lives kinda depend on it."

"How many lives do you have?"

"9, I'm pretty sure."

I stand from my seat, "not you faking your life as a cat, but get it I guess."

Mark raises a hand at me as I walk over, "can you not, I'm high-key panicking right now."

"Over what? You literally made a box of donuts for your midterms and it looked better than Misty Mreme! I'm sure your cake is hot."

"It was in the minifridge for a day. I mean it barely fit cause of all of Lucas' mountain dew."

I groan, "just show me it, Mark Lee!"

Mark whined and dashes over to me, grabbing my shoulders, "okay, but like, don't be mean about it. I swear, I might cry."

I give a sound and fake cough, "it's ugly."

Mark doesn't respond to that particular jab, "I'm serioussss. Please be kind, okay?"

I look at Mark's nervous face and give a soft pout, "Markie, please, not that I think it would be ugly, but I promise you don't have to be nervous about my reaction."

He isn't soothed by that, but he does release a sigh, "okay. So for context, Mr. Moon wanted the cake to be one or two tiers, but I went with one, cause there aint no way I'm going to the other side of the campus to freeze a two tiered cake. Then, the theme was something from your childhood, so, I, uh, thought this was fitting. The exam is 60 percent decoration, 40 percent taste by the way."

Mark gives me a hesitant look, but steps way for me to see it. I then see a heart shaped, medium sized cake in my favorite pastel pink color. By the top there's a little boy on the floor playing with a toy oven set and little girl in a bumble bee dress, holding a stethoscope. At the bottom of the cake, there were jelly letters spelling out, "I like you."

I cup my cheeks at the sight of it and feel my eyes start to well at the sentiment.

Wait... was this really happening?

Mark heaves in and out, "okay, so like when Jaehyun began to like hit on you, that sucked pretty hard because he's known for getting girls and I thought maybe he'd get you too and I got panicky. Anyway, I....... have liked you since we were kids... And... I know you probably don't feel the same way but I have to try, you know.... Yolo."

My feel my tears retract from what I hear. I rub my eyes. I turn to Mark and find his nervous face. "Did you just say yolo in your confession, Mark?"

He looks like he's about to throw up.

I can't help but chuckle and pout, "dude..."

I prolong the moment. Mark gets even more nervous as he repeats softly, "dude..."

"We could have dated in grade school all this time."

It takes a moment to register in his head.

Like, a really long moment.

I sigh, "Mark! I like you too, dummy."

He freezes and blinks. His face begins to burn. He breaks into a soft smile, "nice."

I break into a laugh.

"... Uh... So... Can I like... Kiss you?"

I snort and feel my own cheeks begin to burn, "I think you should refrigerate your cake first."

Mark snaps out of this trance, "oh shoot, you-" I give him a quick peck on the lips.

He is dumbfounded.

I feel butterflies go wild in my stomach.

"I'll wait over there for when you've fixed that."

Mark watches as I walk away, "yooo.... That's not fair though."

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~ Chapter 9. 01 ~

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.

I couldn't go to the funeral of Jae-heon. I couldn't go and look at everybody knowing I could have saved him. Ji-su was right I needed to go, but Jae-heon made me stay with her.

I should have just run after him the moment he was gone.

More tears run down my cheek when I think of Ji-su. She must be broken now. There was finally someone who she liked and he died.

There is no doubt in my mind that she is angry at me. I would be too. That's also why I didn't go I can't face her right now.

Maybe in the future but for now I just want to lay here in my closet away from her and everything else.

Why do people keep on dying? Even when you think that we are safe here, someone dies.

A sob escaped my mouth, but it was not like someone could hear me here in the back.

Besides everyone is probably still at the funeral. I don't even know if they want me there. Nobody had said a word to me this whole time.

Maybe they are also mad at me.

I mean I deserve it. Eun-hyuk asked me to stay here to protect them and I let someone die. Another loud sob escaped my lips.

I wouldn't blame them if they would throw me out because of that. I had one job and I screwed it up.

I was so caught up in crying that I didn't notice someone coming into the closet.

Honestly, I had only noticed that someone was with me when they spoke up from behind me.

"Not you too. I just came back from Ji-su. You both are messes."

I wasn't in the mood for Eun-yu bitching now.

"Go away if you don't like it then." I sobbed.

She let out a sigh before I fell her lay down behind me.

My mind wasn't paying attention to her this whole time she was just lying there. I don't know what she was even doing here. Was she just going to lay there and look at me cry because she knew it was my fault that Jae-heon died? Is she enjoying seeing me miserable?

After a few minutes of her just lying there, I could feel her move before her arm wrapped around me.

More tears ran down my cheek before more sobs left my mouth.

"He's dead because of me!"

I sobbed closing my eyes tightly.

"No, he chose to go. Ji-su told me that he wanted you to stay."

I shook my head inhaling painfully.

"I....I should have protested! Maybe if I had been sooner I could have helped him!"

My body shook from another sob leaving my lips.

"It's my fault. It's my fault." I mutter between sobs.

She grabbed my hand giving it a little squeeze. Before speaking up.

"Stop! This was not your fault! You hear me! You did what he asked of you. Jae-heon wouldn't want you to be like this. He asked you to take care of Ji-su. You can't do that if you are like this. His death was not your fault."

I let out a deep breath that I was holding while she talked.

"You can't beat yourself up like this for something he asked you to do. I would be pissed if you did and I asked you the same."

I shook my head closing my eyes.

"Ji-su is in pain because of me. More than she was already in! Your brother asked me to stay so that everyone could be safe." I argued back.

Eun-yu clicked her tongue before saying.

"Fuck what my brother said! This whole time you have been protecting us without even being asked! You jumped in front of me when that monster attacked! You exposed yourself to save us! A lot of people would have died if you weren't there! You did enough Mi-na."

I swallow hard closing my eyes tightly.

"So please stop beating yourself up about this.

A part of me believed her, but the other part was telling me that it was my fault no matter what someone would say to me.

Slowly I nodded my head taking deep breaths. Eun-yu played her head against my neck taking a deep breath.

"Everything is okay."

I wish she was right, but it wasn't. I still need to face all those people one day. I have to face Ji-su one day.

The crying had taken so much energy from me that I could feel my eyes close before falling asleep.

My body jerks up when a loud crashing sound echoes throughout the building.

"What the hell!?" I brushed my hair from my face trying to see what was happening.

I tried to listen to what had happened, but it was silent.

Did I dream it?

The warmth from Eun-yu was long gone. I guess she had to go. I let out a sigh before leaning against the cold wall. My head was pounding from all the crying I had done. Even my eyes felt puffy from it.

I probably looked like a mess. Maybe it's a good idea to just stay here. Someone will get me if something happens or if someone needs me.

But I don't think someone would want me right now.

A frown comes on my face when I hear voices in the distance. It didn't sound like the people here.

Slowly I crawled to the door pushing it a little ajar.

"You see there is nothing here!" I saw two guys coming this way.

"The boss wanted us to find everyone! Who knew where people could hide here?" They argued with each other.

If it was normal people I would have come out, but just by looking at the military weapons they were carrying it told me they weren't okay people.

"Let's just go back! I don't want to miss the fun!"

With loud footsteps, they walked away.

I let out a sigh knowing that this wasn't good. Who are they and what are they doing here? In the arguing, they were talking about a runaway soldier.

Was it that guy that was here? It looked like he was scared of something or someone.

Are these the people he ran away from? Making sure they were completely gone I came out of the closet closing it behind me.

What did they mean by missing the fun? I hope that the others were okay.

Carefully I began to make my through the building. The building was so silent. It honestly felt weird walking here like that.

For the first time, it really felt like an apocalypse had happened here inside.

Voices came from the corner making me look where I could hide. My eyes landed on the vents. They are pretty big and run through the whole building.

Quickly I stood on a table opening it with ease. It took me a few seconds but I finally managed to climb inside. Silently I closed the vent before waiting for whoever voice it was to pass by.

Squinting my eyes I watched as another pair of men walked by looking around for other people. So there are more of them. I wonder with how many there are.

They all have weapons, so it means that it will get dangerous. Looking at the vent I was debating whether to crawl through the vent or to go back out.

I knew that they ran through the whole building. There is a big chance I will run into more of those men. Maybe I will be less lucky in finding a hiding spot.

Vents it is then.

On my hands and knees, I began to make my way through them. If I could just find someone I know I could ask or see what was happening.

It just seemed like they all disappeared from the building. I came to another vent opening and finally, I saw someone.

It was Ji-su.

What was she doing here in the laundry room?

I watch as she crawls behind a seat before a door opens. A guy in a red jacket walked in. He turned on the light before walking straight toward where Ji-su was hiding.

I was ready to jump out if he did something, but for now, I had to wait and see. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I could hear him say stuff.

That psycho licked Ji-su's blood from his fingers making me want to jump out to kill him, but I quickly held myself back when a door opened.

"That's enough." Another guy I didn't know stood in the doorway.

The guy in the red jacket yelled at him angry that he couldn't continue with what he was doing. The two argued for a while before they finally left.

Making sure they were gone I opened the vent and jumped out.

Grabbing Ji-su's shoulder I kneeled beside her. She jumped from the sudden contact, but I quickly stopped her from making noise by putting my hand on her mouth.

"It's just me," I whisper before removing my hand.

Her body relaxed nodding her head. My eyes went to her wound and saw that it was bleeding a lot.

"What's happening?" I asked looking back at her.

"I don't know. Nothing good that's for sure. There have been gunshots and screaming, but that's all I know." I nodded my head before looking at the door the two men disappeared through.

"Can you walk?"

She shook her head.

"No, just leave me here. If that guy comes back and sees that I'm gone they will look through the whole floor for me. It's better if you go on your own. You can help them." I wasn't comfortable leaving her here alone, but she was right.

If I can manage to find other people maybe they can help me.

Ji-su let out a groan trying to move into a more comfortable position. I know she was in pain. I felt it the moment I touched her skin.

"Can I take your pain?" It will not only help her, but it will make me stronger.

She looked at me for a second before nodding her head. Carefully I grabbed her hand and began to take her pain.

I could already feel the familiar feeling running through my veins. The headache soon vanished and the boost of energy soon followed.

Ji-su let out a sigh of relief which was my cue to stop. She already looked better.

"I'll be back, okay."

Again she nodded her head. I turned around to go back to the vent but quickly turned back to her.

"Ji-su before anything happens. I wanted to say sorry. It should have been me who went after that monster not Jae-heon. I'm sorry you lost someone important because of me. I understand if you hate me for the rest of your life. I don't blame you. I.."

Now it was her turn to put a hand on my mouth.

"You're so stupid. I don't blame you at all. You did what he asked you and in the end, you did what I asked you by going after him." She pulled her hand away.

"So don't dare to blame yourself, okay? Now go and kick those assholes' asses." A smile came to my face before I nodded my head.

Previous Chapter ~ Next Chapter

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Things are going to get wild for the next chapters! Also, we are starting with the last few chapters of the fanfic! So hold on tight for the last of the story!

#sweet home #sweet home fanfic #fanfic #sweet home netflix #sweet home x oc #netflix sweet home #x oc #x original character #original character #oc #cha hyun su x oc #cha hyunsu #cha hyun su #cha hyunsoo #cha hyun soo #lee eunhyeok #lee eun hyeok #lee eunhyuk #lee eun hyuk #lee eunyu #lee eun yu #lee eunyoo #lee eun yoo #yoon jisu #yoon ji su #yoon jisoo #yoon ji soo #pyeon sangwook #pyeon sang wook #kdrama

[peachycheeks14]

badboy!jaehyun x shygirl

New year special

You were so excited to celebrate new year with Jaehyun for the first time. You two decided to stay at home, do some cooking and decorate the dinner table, patiently waiting for 00:00 and then go to your friends.

Jaehyun were wearing nice black suit and you just put some white dress not bothering clothes because Jaehyun will definitely leave you naked at the end.

He played some music on his speakers to get in the mood , after eating and drinking he wanted to dance with you a little, So he made you stand up and sway with him.

“ ‘m so happy that ur mine u know” he whispers into your ear getting goosebumps from you.

you chuckle and kiss him “me too Jae”

He knows how he affects you so he peppers your neck with kisses whispering

“You look so pretty in that dress, i could just rip it off from you”

Your breath hitches , butterflies in your stomach. “Jae , new year starts in 20 minutes ah-”

He lifts you up and lies down with you on sofa, taking off his suit jacket and shirt. Everytime when you see his torso you stare at him with awe and getting shy. Then he rips off buttons on your white dress seeing your naked body, leaving you only in panties.

“So cute, so sexy”

You felt that your cheeks burned at his compliments. Jaehyun kisses your chest while you whine feeling your panties sticking to your pussy uncomfortably.

“P-please” you say shyly , barely hearing your voice but enough for Jaehyun to take off your panties.

“So impatient. You’re already wet babygirl and I haven’t started yet” circling your clit slowly he kisses you. You clench around nothing wanting nothing more than feeling him around yourself.

“Jaeh- ughh, please don’t tease me” your body is on fire, he adds pressure on your clit circling it faster then he adds two fingers stretching and curling in and out.

“What do you want my little butterfly?” He licks your neck sucking on your weak spot.

There he is. All teasing and making you tell him what you wanted. You love-hated this kind of moments.

“Noo, aahh”

“Tell me what you want” he fingers you hitting right place with his long fingers, he knew what he is doing to you and he loved it.

“You know it Jae, please”

“Hmm i don’t think so babygirl, i can’t make you cum without knowing what you want”

You’re already so wet that the only sound in this room was your whimpers and your pussy clenching around his fingers.

You hesitated shying away from him but finally saying the words that he wanted to hear.

“Jae please.. f-fuck me with your ahh- with your cock”

“Fuck baby, of course i will” he licks his fingers looking right into your eyes. “You taste so fucking sweet”

Taking off his pants his cock were leaking with pre cum, pumping it a little he enters your pussy moaning into your ears.

“F-fuck babygirl, always so tight for me. Always so shy but i know what’s in your dirty mind” he speeds up making you whimper into his chest.

“Who you belong to babygirl? Who can make you feel this way?”

“It’s you ahhh. I’m your J-jae!”

“That’s right, this pussy belongs to me, you belong to me baby” he fucks you into the sofa , your moans getting louder and louder. He groans wanting to hear you scream his name.

While he was driving you crazy, you both hear people wishing each other happy new year’s , fireworks here and there, wondering it’s probably january 1st of 2021.

Your legs shaking, holding onto Jaehyun’s biceps, you finally cum eyes shut, clenching on his dick , moaning his name over and over. His head throwing back feeling your pussy clenching around him he cums after you, feeding your pussy with juices.

“Happy new year baby” he exhals.

“Happy new year i love you Jaehyun” you lie here , his cock still in you getting soft. He pepper kisses all over your face. “I love you too my girl”

My girl .

You felt yourself so happy thinking about the best start of new year.

He watches your face so carefully and you suddenly get so shy asking what he is doing.

“I wish you could’ve seen your face everytime you cum , so cute” he stares at you smirking.

You hide your face with your hands getting embarrassed. “Jae pls nooo”

“Nonono baby don’t hide from me, I’m serious those expressions you make , I can cum easily just by watching you”.

“Your friends probably waiting for us to come, let’s go” you wanted to stand up but he made you lie down again, it was hard for you to move since he was liying right on you.

“They can wait a little more. I can’t get enough of you” againg he starts slowly moving his hips into yours.

“Fuuck that’s it. One day i’ll make you play with your pussy and i will just watch those little expressions you make while getting yourself off babygirl” he says it when you roll your eyes ‘cause of pleasure.

One day.

Happy new year guys! I hope this year will bring luck to you. Stay healthy❤️

Sorry for my bad English 🗿 i hope that you still like it guys

#jaehyun smut #johnny fluff #jaehyun angst #jaehyun fluff #johnny smut #nct 127 #nct u scenarios #nct 2020 #jaehyun kink #jeong jaehyun #nct jaehyun

[whatsortofschoolisthis]

Ismelda to everyone but Beatrice: I'm not your friend; I'll break your kneecaps for a nickel.

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Chester: You should take off your hat when you’re inside.

Sean: *removes his hat to reveal another, smaller hat* I can do this 14 more times.

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Ben: I’m Gen X, right?

Jae: You’re not Gen X, you’re a problem.

Ben: Fuck you too Kim.

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Sean: Hey people who know astrology shit, I’ve been having a lot of feelings lately. Any planets I can blame that on?

Professor Trelawney, not missing a beat: Earth.

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Merula: This is terrible! Why did you guys invite me?

Bryn: We didn’t. You invited yourself.

Rowan: No one wants you here!

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Hecate: Your avoidance of swearing is adorable.

Liz: I say “fork” when I get really irritated.

Penny: See? Adorable.

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R: Who are you?

Circle of Khanna: You killed our friend!

R: Do any of you have the slightest idea how little that narrows it down?!

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Sean: I put the fires out!

Andre: You made them worse!

Sean: Worse? Or better?

Andre: OBVIOUSLY IT’S WORSE SEAN!

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Madam Pince: You have a lot of nerve showing your face around here.

Tonks: You have a lot of nerve being alive!

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Tonks: Uh oh. How are we going to gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss our way out of this one, Professor Sprout?

Professor Sprout: Please, please just speak like a normal person, Miss Tonk’s.

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Bill: Go ahead and hex me. This isn’t even my favorite shirt.

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Tulip: Talbott Winger, you should apologize to Merula Snyde for your mean, uncalled for, and accurate statements.

Talbott: Fine.

Talbott, to Merula: Unfuck you or whatever.

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Tonks: You call it “really bad at darts”, I call it freestyle acupuncture.

Rowan: Please stop.

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Ben: So apparently the “bad vibes” I’ve been feeling are actually severe psychological distress.

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Bryn: What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Merula: You could start with a “good morning”.

Bryn: Good morning. What the fuck is wrong with you?!

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Madam Rakepick: Miss Snyde, could I speak with you for a moment? And, Ames children, you come too.

Merula: Come along then, Afterthoughts.

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Jae: Yearning is nice, but unlike you all, I actually get laid

Charlie: Sounds fake but okay.

Jae: You’re supposed to be my FRIEND Charlie what the fu-

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Sean, the first time Merula tries to bully the siblings: Why’s she making that funny noise?

Hecate: Maybe she’s dying?

Bryn: Oh for the love of- She’s English you two, that’s the way they talk.

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Barnaby: Are you trying to get punched with my legs?

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Professor Snape: On Monday morning, several of our Year 7′s will face their N.E.W.T.S. Now, I know how daunting these examinations can be, so if anyone is feeling anxious or worried, or even if you just want to chat, please, please, do not come crying to me.

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Hecate in the hospital wing after a seizure: Am I dead? Is this my wake? Am I in hell?

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Skye: You really push all my buttons!

Orion: And yet I haven’t found mute.

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Hecate: I don’t need sleep. I need answers.

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Andre: Remember when you didn’t try to solve all your problems with murder?

Sean: Let’s not romanticize the past.

#harry potter hogwarts game #harry potter hogwarts mystery #jae kim #barnaby lee #charlie weasley #tulip kasaru #madam rakepick #madam pince #merula snyde #ismelda murk #chester davies #professor sprout #orion amari #skye parkin #bill weasley #andre egwu #talbott winger #severus snape #rowan khanna #beatrice haywood #hphm ocs #hphm jacobs sibling #hecate ames #sean ames #bryn ames

[gdangitjae]

🔞 promiscuous 😈

“insane” by eric benét ::  ❝there's a girl i dug deep inside you, and that's who i want to meet tonight (i want to meet her). there are places i have never gone; let's visit each and every one before the morning comes.❞

genre: smut (with fragments of fluff) – first time filth

synopsis: ki (from my previous story 'cuffed')'s first time, but not in a… conventional sense? she already knows what to expect… for the most part, and will stop at close to nothing to get it from jae (who's been wanting it for a while). all while attending a lil house party…

warnings: dirty talk, unprotected sex (that's a no-no, condoms please).

DISCLAIMER: I thought this up with a black female in mind. So there will be heavy AAVE (African American Vernacular English) usage, including curse words. Instead of “Y/N”, I will use the name “Ki”. Also, Ki is of legal drinking age and on birth control here.

author notes (& requests): if you finish reading my lil fanfic or whatever, i would love for you to click/tap the 'reply' icon at the bottom, and let me know what your favorite parts were! not to mention, if you have any critiques (constructive and productive, of course) or questions, feel more than free to share those as well! enjoy!

ki's a party girl; she loves to eat, drink, and be merry. being around people she cares about means a lot to her, and tonight was no different. she can also be a horny girl, but she never publicly wanted to expose that side of her. however, she's aware that there was never really a reason to show it… at least until now. there was a little more than 180cm worth of motive sitting next to her.

jae is a homebody, and all of his friends (as well as ki's comrades) know that. what everyone doesn't fully know is that ki's the main reason he currently ain't at his own home. even before tonight, there has been speculation that they were really close friends at the very least. whether there were any benefits attached to that was practically unknown.

truthfully, ki and jae have been dating for over a month and a half up to this point, and there's been tension between the two for over six months. after an already heated make out session at the end of their first date, they both silently (and soon after, vocally) vowed to take things a bit slower.

ki wanted to be strategic with the timeline of their relationship, especially since up to now, jae's been her first everything (kiss, date, boyfriend). although, it's pretty difficult when she's almost certain that her pussy is wetter than the pool the two lovers were sitting beside. she was operating in the spirit of 'fuck it,' and unbeknownst to her, jae was beginning to operate similarly.

leaning back on the poolside couch, ki takes a gulp of pineapple soju, relishing in the sweet kick of alcohol. meanwhile, jae just stares at her, focusing in on how ki's mouth wrapped around the rim of the glass bottle. he licks his lips and clears his throat.

"babe," jae starts, his voice taking a moment to catch up to his words leaving his lips, ki noticing how jae's eyes darkened. "can i have a sip?"

"uh yeah, sure babe," ki replies with a smirk that makes jae's heart melt, handing him her bottle. jae then grabs the bottle, both of their eyes still lovingly (and lustfully) glaring at the other. somewhat subconsciously, jae's tongue does a quick flick at the very rim ki's lips had been around for a periodic 20 minutes, before his own lips take over.

ki was a bit surprised at the request to begin with, since jae's not that much of a drinker. with that being known, she's also sure with that hit of alcohol, his face should shrink up or something. instead, he relishes in the same way ki does, complete with the smirk that has ki's heart melting, and bursting into flames at the same time.

this exchange goes on for another couple of minutes, each time a bit more subtly perverted than the last. whether it be jae's tongue sneaking a slow flick on the bottle's rim on the inside, or ki's slow stroke of the bottle… soju had never been so sexual.

by the time the bottle was empty, both jae and ki's lightheaded behinds were an inch apart and in the middle of this shy middle schooler type giggle fit. hands on thighs prelude to lips on lips in a matter of seconds. in between innocent giggles, raunchy kisses instantaneously ensued.

moaning into each other's mouths, jae's moans were a lot more low and calm than ki's ended up sounding. she wanted to believe she was maintaining composure, but she wasn't. she also wanted to believe that jae was losing his composure, but he wasn't. either thought the other was still hot regardless.

while jae's hands took a trip from ki's thighs to her back, ki just rested her hands on the ever-so-present bulge appearing in jae's pants. without even knowing it, her fingers seemed to gently claw around the zipper line of his zipper-less pants. this shifted the atmosphere between them real quick… and jae finally broke composure.

"f-f-fuck," jae breathes out, breaking the kiss as he hums in a higher pitch than before, biting his lip. not looking at ki due to his own personal issues, he trails his hands down to her ass, and pushes her even closer to him. ki had no choice but to climb onto his lap, but she wasn't complaining.

as if to give a preview to her approach on these aforementioned issues, ki whispers in jae's ear. "so hard and ready for me already?"

just those few words sent jae into something along the lines of whiplash. during the past few months, they bared their hearts out to one another, so jae happened to know where ki stood sexually. so to hear that from someone who revealed themselves to be a whole virgin shocked him, to say the least.

jae had a visible blush on him as he responded, "just for you, baby."

ki grins at that response, and jae grins right back, in addition to her beginning to grind on his clothed hard on. he can't help but take positive notice to how his girlfriend's hands glide and grab onto his shirt and neck.

ki can't discern anything except how good she feels, along with the aural movement of water behind her. she makes efforts to look directly at her boyfriend, whose head is leaned back, still grinning with his eyes closed.

after a short while, they're both in a state of bliss, in which they'll both learn rather quickly that for ki, it just means moaning and heavily breathing out profanities. however, for jae, it can sometimes mean not giving a fuck and speaking your mind.

"damn… i wanna fuck you so bad… so fucking bad."

ki, while caught off guard, never turns down conversation, so she immediately replies. "you want that hard dick inside this wet ass pussy, baby?"

the breathiness and inflection of ki's voice sent jae's mind spiraling. "fuck, yes," jae reacts. "i want my tongue… and my fingers… deep inside you too."

"me too, jae," ki moans out, smiling before her head ends up on the cushion of the couch. "oh shit."

now it should be mentioned that they're at a small gathering, with all the other attendees (their aforementioned friends) inside, a good distance away from the poolside after party taking place. jae's lips and tongue feverishly reintroduce themselves to ki's neck, causing ki's hips to buckle upward, a leg wrapped around jae's waist.

"does that feel good to you, baby?" jae asks once he allows himself a moment to breathe.

"yes… more…" ki encourages barely a second before jae resumes sucking on her neck. in an impatient frenzy, ki reaches between both of their bodies and into jae's boxers. the immediate direct hand-to-dick contact had jae almost sinking his teeth into the skin of ki's neck, both of them moaning at each other in response.

"i– fuck," jae draws out, as ki strokes as much cock as she can as it's still stuck in his pants. she attempts to multitask as jae shoves his tongue down her throat.

ki places her free hand around his neck and pushes him away from her to request something of her own: "let me taste you. let me suck your cock."

jae wanted to accept right away, but he also wanted a bit more privacy for all of this. "let's find a bathroom first," he answers in her ear as ki gets up from the couch a bit reluctantly. jae soon follows suit, grabbing her hand, and guides her inside the house.

they couldn't completely dodge their friends speculating and calling out to them on the way to a bathroom though. wonpil was the first to speak on it. "what were you two doing out there?"

"drinking," was ki's brief response, smiling coyly due to the infectious grin wonpil constantly wears.

chris, ki's best friend, was the next to try and interrogate the couple, feeling pretty certain that their bestie was the main one of the two consuming soju in the first place. "where's your bottle at then, ki?"

"up your ass," jae hilariously replies, sending everyone into an uproar of laughter, allowing the two lust-filled rabbits to make a run for it.

poor bottle.

seconds after they reach a guest bathroom upstairs, jae is leaned back against the vanity, with ki's knee on the counter. with an upheaval of tongue sucking, ki resumes grinding on jae's now pulsing cock. the exhaust fan is on, drowning out the vehement moans both are letting out.

"damn, ki," jae takes a second to let out, already a bit shook at how wet and desirable his sweetheart was. kia momentarily slows herself down to a stop as lengthy fingers caress her inner thighs. "you wanna taste me, right?" ki nods eagerly as jae's hands go to the waistline of his pants, pulling them down very slowly. ki mindlessly follows suit, her body lowering until her eyes are level with jae's cock.

"then taste it," jae commanded, a dick of mighty girth and a somewhat lengthier frame staring ki right in her face.

looking up eagerly at her tall boyfriend, ki sees jae's arms tense as his hands go for the nape of her neck. his thumbs resting, caressing, and rubbing circles around the front of her neck. letting out a low, muffled moan, she takes a gulp, pushing her head back a bit as her eyes are back at dick level. after taking in the sight of someone so willing – and something so prepared – ki takes a deep breath.

when she exhales, jae feels it to the point where he lets out a delightful hum, raising his thumbs a little higher on her neck. kia sticks out her tongue and begins to lap at the tip. she hears more humming from above, encouraging her to continue. after flicking the dripping precum into her mouth, she begins sucking on just the tip as a hand wraps around jae's shaft.

with his hands now on her hair, jae tries hard to allow ki to take her time, and not rush himself so deep into her throat that she chokes. it was difficult for the both of them to be so gradual, but both desired to make it last. after a couple minutes, ki finally inches jae further into her mouth, each inch breaking him down.

"your lips feel so fucking good around me… shit…" jae breathes, realizing that his whole cock managed to make it down ki's throat in no time. much to his surprise, she didn't choke. sure, it was in part due to the slow pace of it all, but also because ki had been practicing for quite some time for the real thing.

that would all change in a short while, once ki looks up at jae, cock still lodged down her throat. she sticks out her tongue ever so slightly to lick a bit at his sack. that's how deep inside he was. jae began rocking his hips forward at the sudden physical acknowledgement of his balls, inadvertently causing ki to gag a little.

both ki and jae let out grunts for slightly different reasons. one in pleasure, and another in discomfort. ki grabs jae's wrists and removes his hands from her head so she can lean back some. once jae's hands were clamped to the counter and she's gotten a chance to breathe, she rocks her head back and forth.

slowly increasing in length and speed, it didn't take long for ki to get used to jae. as a matter of fact, it was a bit easier to adjust to his cock than it was to not lose her shit with how turned on he looked and sounded.

all that was heard in between the fan, and ki's slurping, was jae. "yeah, baby… you're doing so good, don't stop."

after a while, ki was sloppily bringing jae to his climax, and jae’s fingers were gripping the granite for dear life. her hands gripped on his waist to keep him steady as she set out to finish her assignment.

“ah! ki– i’m…” jae starts, struggling to speak past any drawn out moans and obscenities.

ki leans back enough for her mouth to release her lover’s cock, in which said lover thrusts into the hand that has taken its place. after gathering her breath, ki’s other hand fondles with jae’s nuts to push him over the edge. all it took after that was one innocent puppy dog look into the taller’s not-even-close-to-innocent gaze for jae to lose it.

with her tongue resting underneath the tip, ki catches most of jae’s warm cum in her mouth. once jae seems close to ready to calm down for a bit, she sucks at the tip for a moment longer.

“baby… please…” jae mutters, both hands on either side of her cheeks to pull her away. once she stands up, they exchange kisses, along with ki’s unexpected surprise. “mm, fuck.”

ki giggles as she swallows her portion of it, in which jae shakes his head in awe. before they can proceed any further, there's a hard knock on the door.

"fuck," the pair spit out underneath their breaths.

"who is it?" ki asks with a tinge of impatience.

"me, hoe." none other than chris.

"chile, there are like, fifteen of us around here. it could've been anybody." ki snarls, doing her absolute damnedest to diminish this.

"true, and there are two of you in this motherfucker specifically." chris confidently states with another knock.

"you nosy fuck!" ki bursts out laughing, jae still trying not to blow his own cover by stifling a chuckle. "what did you hear?"

"jae barely letting out this musical ass moan a minute ago as i came up the stairs." jae's cover: blown. he lets out a hearty laugh as chris audaciously continues. "i'm assuming he came too, huh?"

"bitch!" ki and jae are now doubled over in laughter, leaning on each other for support in more ways than one.

"yep!" jae replies just as boldly. simultaneously, ki blurts out a tiny yelp, feeling a large slap on her ass cheek. "and your girl is next, if you wanna have a look-see."

"fuck outta here!" chris laughs and yells as they storm off, hopefully to find another bathroom.

jae and ki share a couple of 'celebratory' kisses while recovering from that hysterical conversation that just took place. all the while, jae reaches beneath to palm between ki's legs, a finger fondling freely.

ki breaks the kiss and bites her lip in an attempt to keep from moaning unwholesomely in jae's ear, which jae himself visibly disapproves of. "don't hold back," jae advises to ki. "i can feel how you're damn near springing a leak through these clothes, baby."

"i want you to take these clothes off, all of them," ki replies with a bit more urgency than she would care to admit. jae takes it upon himself to change location again by lifting ki up and carrying the both of them to a nearby bedroom. not before she pulls jae's pants back up, stealing a kiss from him afterwards.

jae unlocks the door, and ki opens it. on some military mission type shit, they change roles with an already open bedroom door (as if to give a symbolic foreshadowing of their sexual relationship together). and in much of a militant fashion, clothes are off, hands having already rattled the gates of places their bodies would never show in public.

accompanied by a conversation consisting of mainly moans and groans of satisfaction, ki is pinned to the door by jae's head, tongue completely dove into the pond that is ki's pussy. it only takes a legitimate minute before her legs start shaking. "fuuuuuuuck! j-jae, fuck!"

within seconds, a finger has entered, and both legs have latched themselves onto jae's long back. that one finger is quickly being defeated by that small-yet-mighty tongue practically vibrating right against ki's clit, causing another finger to assist for backup. at this point, ki is panting, and jae is living for it.

with both of them struggling to keep their eyes open due to the immense amount of pleasure, each stolen glance goes straight down their spines. jae wants to speak so badly, but nothing is gonna stop him except an orgasm. yet he's so admittedly turned on by how good ki's getting it that he's unsure who'll peak first.

going from licking to sucking… to licking and sucking, jae is devouring ki's pussy, and ki herself is surprised she's been allowing herself to hold on this long. after a bit, jae retrieves his fingers and leads them to ki's other lips to give her something to suck on… and 'suck on' she does.

it was what she needed to completely release her grip on every bit of her body… except her walls that jae feels tighten ever-so-slightly around his tongue. one long satisfactory moan from him triggers ki to release from there too.

jae changes the angle by raising the both of them completely off the floor with his shoulders, using the wall as leverage. up so high she has to grab at the ceiling for support of her own, ki's legs quiver as she squirts in jae's mouth, an estuary that's all too accepting of what ki is giving him.

it'd be a lie to say that jae didn't want to see what ki could handle right out the gate. ki would also be lying if she denied that she knew this freaky side of jae existed in the first place. they both just gave off this conservative demeanor, even when they're the only two people in the room. they're still the only two in the room, except this time, they're naked and reckless.

"fuck me right now, you son of a bitch," ki grumbles at jae as she is lowered back to earth.

"not if you demand it like that, babygirl," jae playfully teases.

ki was not in the mood to drop her ego to be submissive, despite how fucked out she already felt. "nah, i need that cock," she reiterates presumptuously.

jae just rolls his eyes in an equally cocky manner, sucking on the sweet spot on her neck he's been familiar with for a month now. they both moan when ki unlocks the next level of grinding: atop jae's hard shaft.

ki decides to get him where it could hurt when she pleads again, forcing jae to look at her for added effect. "i'mma leave you to deal with this hard-on yourself… like you've probably been these past couple months when you're not with me."

"you… wouldn't…" jae hesitantly challenges, looking deep into ki's eyes.

ki, trying to hold a gaze with jae's piercing eyes, begins scooting away from the older in the opposite direction of the bed. jae, not having it, picks up ki again, this time directly to the bed. the only thing keeping him remotely sane was her laughing as she was being carried with a substantial amount of barbaric energy.

"you wouldn't," jae emphasizes before kissing down from ki's neck to her hard nipples. she feels the tip rub against her wetness as jae massages her other tit. not having it in her to physically fight, she feels her legs begin to shake again.

"please… fuck… jae, your… inside," ki struggles to formulate a complete sentence, running her hands down jae's sweaty back. using his ass to push his cock inside her, she seems to find the rest of the words. "please fuck me, jae."

"that's my girl," jae assures ki, a tiny line of saliva attached to her chest. pulling her closer to meet him halfway, jae slides inside effortlessly, and rests there for a moment so they both can savor this moment. he also waits for ki to let him know when to continue, as patiently as possible allowing her to slow down her gasping. "you okay, ki?"

"oh fuck yeah, baby," ki breathes out, "you feel even better here."

"it feels even better here," jae pleasurably agrees. "can i go?"

"please…"

in a continued effort to relish in this occasion, jae starts off slow and deep, moaning at the way ki feels around him, at the way she moans a bit different with each of his strokes. "so goddamn tight, baby, shit!"

"do i feel good around you, baby? 'cause you feel so damn… good inside me, i swear." ki blissfully states, encouraging jae to go a little faster.

"you feel so fucking good. oh, ki– fuck."

"j– harder, jae, please!"

ki's wish is jae's command as he gradually begins to pound into her, reserving a bit of caution. ki repeatedly echoes her request, and jae decides to deliver. the volumes of both of their moaning, as well as the slapping of skin on skin ring throughout the room. it then dawns on (and turns on) at least jae that there's a possibility that they're most likely not the only ones in the house that could be hearing this.

as he pulls out and pushes ki closer to the edge of the bed, jae's hand is back around ki's neck, a bit tighter than before. "i'mma make you scream so loud you can be heard from the damn pool, you understand?" jae whispers in ki's ear.

before ki could even fix her mouth to tease jae that she 'would love to see it,' her legs are folded over her shoulders, and he plunges his cock back inside.

"fuck!" ki yells as her beau pulls out til the tip, shoving himself back inside even deeper. "fuck, fuck, fuck, jae… fuck!"

"you like that shit, don't you?" jae cockily asks kia as his cock thrusts in her pussy so deep she can feel his sack slap against her.

ki doesn't even wanna use words anymore, so she just moans and nods. the smile he gives in response before letting a deeply felt moan slip leaves her even more speechless. it arouses jae so much to see ki hurt so good, but not as much as it arouses ki to feel jae reach her g-spot.

"that's it, baby! right t-there! don't stop, don't fucking st–"

jae takes this opportunity to rub her clit, pulling out so she can suck on him some more. her legs finally back down beneath her, she opens her mouth to receive. both knowing that jae has the control, ki (while a bit annoyed at the orgasm denial) expands her throat as jae slides in.

"fuck," jae exhales as he fucks ki's mouth, his knees on either side of her head, his hands holding her head still. soon enough, they both hear ki's mouth taking the length from that horizontal position like a pro. finally able to gain some composure, ki stares at a concentrated jae, awaiting the moment he notices her hungry and well-fed gaze.

when he does, it takes everything to not cum inside her mouth again. he instead pulls out of there, and resumes fucking her cunt, and they both no longer have any fucks to give, other than to each other. jae begins grunting in time with his thrusts, and ki was 'well-fed' with some things to get off her chest.

"my pussy… it's throbbing, please! fuck me! hard– wait, let me ride you, jae! let me bounce on that cock…"

jae pulls out again and gets in the bed beside her, allowing her to climb right on top of him. with his dick firmly inside her, ki quickly falls in love with this position, as she does what she's been doing all night: grinding. she enjoys it so much so that her personally forbidden word gets uttered.

now bouncing on top, jae slaps her on the ass several times before one slap in particular forces her legs together for a minute. "daddy! hnnngh fuck!"

"you fuck with that, babygirl?" jae asks, getting his ego stoked while rubbing a thumb along ki's clit. "you like riding on daddy's cock? huh?"

"yes!" ki can tell that she's close by the way her body keeps buckling with every touch. after a while, she goes back to grinding, with jae's hands leading the way on her ass. ki now believes it's her turn to rub on her nipples, getting a nice workout alternating between each perked tit.

soon, jae tells her to bend over and try to continue riding, which she does. still palming her ass, jae sucks on one tit, looking up at ki with the most innocent look he's given all night. "keep looking at me like that," ki encourages, "and i will cum."

jae lets go of the nipple he was working on with a pop, his eyes softening before he lays ki down and flips her over, fucking her from the side. this might prove to be her second favorite position, as jae drapes one arm across hard nipples, and the other reaches around to switch between ki's neck and pussy. he even goes as far as to lick her earlobe before his deep ass voice makes its presence known. "i bet you can cum without even looking at me."

this turned on ki more than she even recognized because… the confidence! the intensity, and the gentleness in the midst of it all! however, it wasn't an energy she wouldn't attempt to match though, seductively sending jae a wink as she responds. "then make me… daddy…"

jae accepts this challenge by kissing and breathing heavy on her neck, rubbing on her soaked clit, moaning at how deep he's able to be inside of her. ki throws a leg behind one of his to alter the angle, and this power move gets locked in with an arm as jae manages to fuck her even deeper.

both of them feel this aspect in obviously different ways. delightfully different. deliciously different. ki feels all the ways rather quickly, especially with jae softly caressing her inner thigh as lightly as he does.

"fuck, jae," ki moans underneath her breath, beginning to curl up against him. jae feels that and brings them even closer together as he places a couple kisses on her nape, all while still railing into her. the contrast between lower action, and upper coddling quickly brings her to a cap. "oh fuck!"

"are you gonna–"

"yes, baby… i'm so close!"

"me too, baby, me… fucking… too…" jae latches onto ki, going as fast as he possibly can.

"you better not fucking stop!" ki commands.

"you want me to cum inside you?" jae asks, with an understandably concerned tone.

"fuck, yes, I wanna feel your cum… It's okay," ki answers with assurance.

trusting her, jae lets loose, fucking the climax out of the both of them. hearing his moans once again get higher, ki moans out to jae, "cum inside this pussy! give it to me!"

and that was all jae needed to eject his load into her, thus spurring her on. "i'm cumming!"

"cum for me, babe… cum for me, babygirl," jae whispers, riding out his orgasm, as ki does just that, flickering eyes rolling back. feeling a couple of fingers assist in riding out her climax, she squirts again, much to jae's fulfillment.

"holy shit," ki breathes out as jae slows down, but doesn't stop. "jae…"

"mm?" jae replies, face affectionately nuzzled in ki's neck.

"i love you."

"i love you too, ki."

it's definitely not the first time they've said that to each other, but it was inarguably one of their most meaningful exchanges.

jae moans as he pulls out, and without missing a beat, ki positions herself to take his cock in her throat again. bobbing her head with even more determination than before, ki moans rather loudly around her boyfriend's length, feeling his hand on her thighs.

ki leisurely opens her legs, draping one over jae's nape. jae can't help but be amazed at how, despite the lack of experience, ki is already so aware of the situation. a hand stroking his shaft that's not his own distracts him from his thoughts.

"fuck," jae moans under his breath before his mouth revisits ki's love box. ki moans the same thing while continuing to suck jae off. after a while, the sound of footsteps outside the bedroom accompany the lubricious sounds the two are making inside the room.

both ki and jae notice them, but don't bother to acknowledge them as they collaborate to reach yet another orgasmic peak. jae's fingers are deep inside ki, while his tongue periodically laps up her juices. ki takes jae's dick as far down her throat as she can take it.

ki lets out a loud, provocative moan around jae's cock as jae barely lifts her legs over his head, tongue deep in her drenched pussy. her mouth letting go of him completely, ki whimpers while caressing him from the tip to the sack. "yes, daddy… i love it when you lick my pussy, baby," ki moans.

the range of snickering to shocked laughter heard outside the bedroom egging him on even more, jae growls in her heat, and ki is mere moments away from cumming again. noticing her walls getting tight around jae's tongue again, ki starts to grind on jae's face for a second before getting pushed off.

while the both of them were panting, jae gets up, dragging ki's barely trembling legs over the side of the bed. as he opens her legs, they both hear several obnoxious knocks on the door.

"are you fucking–?" jae mutters, annoyed as fuck.

"–kidding me?!" ki whisper screams, also annoyed as she recovers from the shock that caused.

"w-who's there?" jae stammers.

several of their friends (one of them being chris of course) laugh in response, causing jae to shake his head, and ki to roll her eyes.

"more importantly," ki continues on both of their behalves, "what do you want?"

"nothing," alex replies, audibly holding back laughter. "just making sure y'all are okay."

"y'all nosy and childish… i can't with y'all," ki jokes with her buddies… like she isn't butt ass naked positioned to take jae again one way or another.

"i'm just glad my boys have more sense–" jae begins to say with a hint of certitude before another male voice interrupts.

"i wouldn't be too sure about that," brian interjects, causing all parties to burst out laughing.

"bro, fuck off!" jae playfully yells at his friend, chuckling while dipping down to kiss on ki's neck.

collectively deciding that whoever decides to listen is in for a treat of sorts, ki moans dramatically loud. surprisingly, no footsteps are heard. jae teases the tip along the wet folds of ki's pussy, eliciting another moan from her other lips. still, no other movement to be heard from the other side of the door.

the two lovebirds exchange glances at one another, and can't help but laugh at the fact that their friends seem so willing to hear them go at it. and 'go at it' they do. broken moans leave their lips as jae slides back inside, already seeming to have missed this connection. after a few seconds, he lifts ki's legs and wraps them around his waist.

ki begins to rub her own pussy as jae repeatedly slams into it savagely, leaning over to kiss suck face. "oh fuck..! mmm, jae… baby…" ki moans in jae's mouth in between kisses.

as his eyes close and he bites his lip, jae's hands crawl back up to ki's neck, developing a nice, tight grip on it. at this point, ki gets a kick out of jae doing anything with her neck, but this shit right here? ki has just enough sanity to recognize that jae was about to show out for everyone in attendance (the dude was born to perform, after all).

his stroking and his voice gets deeper as he remains parallel over ki. "imagine your friends seeing just how fucked you look right now."

a spattered chorus of "oh my god" – including one from ki herself – arose, followed by laughter from both sides of the door. it's unlikely that anyone there could completely deny how fun this twisted, freaky shit was.

"you're probably so turned on by that, huh baby?" jae inquires, reminding everyone that ki's the only person he's truly focused on.

"maybe…" ki answers a bit bashfully. she couldn't quite get over the fact that her besties are hearing a variant of some of their naughty convos playing out in real life. additionally, this was the way they all find out she was even this damn close to jae in the first place. "yeah, this is kinda hot."

ki hears the giggles from the other side, but jae doesn't seem to. she couldn't really blame him, though; it's kinda hard to hear much over the sounds of being rammed into. she likes to… perform, too, and she's been providing entertainment all night. she gulps – still feeling her lover's fingers massage her neck – before speaking again.

"jae, you could probably nut in this pussy right now, thinking about how your boys can hear you too," ki draws out with such a sensuous smile. "fucking me so deep… and hard…"

the tiny crowd and jae react accordingly. "oh fuck," is jae's response, that same blush from a while ago making yet another adorable appearance.

in an attempt to sound as much like a submissive brat as possible, ki continues with that same drawl. "you're wishing everyone could see me take this dick like a good girl, huh?"

"fuck, ki, shit…" jae's hold on ki's neck gets a little tighter. ki isn't done, though.

"yeah, daddy… fuck your babygirl like no one's watching… but everyone's listening," ki charmingly instructs, grinning at this point.

"damn!" the 'everyone' in question exclaim.

"you're gonna make me cum again," jae confesses as he pulls out, getting ready to surprise everyone, probably including himself. "turn around, on your knees," he commands, slowly stroking his cock.

ki does as she's told, but with a hint of caution in her actions. jae steals a couple of kisses before planting more down her spine. "that feels so fucking good," ki exhales before she feels a hand slap her ass. "mmm…"

"hopefully you like this too," jae expresses as he pulls ki off the bed some, getting on his knees. he then massages her thick cheeks, sneaking in a couple more slaps before spreading them.

"oh, no way, jae…" ki says, looking back at long fingers gripping her ass, as well as jae's face pleading to at least give this a try. "i can't believe this… go 'head."

by the time she faces forward, ki feels jae's tongue peck at her asshole, and she instantly loses all focus. "fuck, fff–!"

jae smiles as he lifts ki back up, holding her by her stomach as he resumes his tongue probing. they both eventually feel her open up, much to ki's shock. she didn't really plan for this part of the 'show', so to speak, but jae has a nice way of working ki up to his level.

"jae, your tongue actually feels good there– oh fu–" ki feels his tongue go deeper with the help of a finger. "ooh shit…"

meanwhile, outside the room, hushed chatter continues amongst the friend group.

"i can't believe we're actually sitting here listening to this."

"i know, but you can tell jae's really getting it in right now."

"ki was really giving him a run for his money for a minute there."

"listen to y'all, sounding like some damn sports commentators."

"wait, hold up… did ki just say 'fingers in her ass'?!"

"bruh, remember how during 'truth or dare', she said she wouldn't want anything near her ass except toilet paper?"

"she sounds like a fucking puppy right now, fam!"

back on the bed, jae managed to pump two fingers in ki's ass already, reducing her to gasps and whimpers, also known as music to jae's ears. "you sound like you're enjoying yourself, babe."

"surprisingly," ki responds. jae's fingers and tongue are just magical like that, but she wanted to explore more. "can you fuck me there?" she asks curiously.

"of course," jae answers as he drags his fingers out, eating her ass out a bit more before getting up. "reach back and jerk me off a bit first."

ki throws her arm behind her back, jae considerately positioning his cock in her hand. she strokes as jae thrusts for a moment. surprising jae yet again (and also possibly confusing the spectators outside), she pauses to spit in her hand, lathering jae as a sort of lubrication.

"you're honestly so damn good, ki," jae moans in her ear as he pulls back. ki smiles as she places a peck on jae's cheek before being told to get up off the bed.

there's a small bench at the foot of the bed that hadn't been used until now. jae sits up, setting his feet on the seat, turning ki around so that the both of them face the door (alternatively facing their friends). god, we're some freaks, ki thinks to herself with a wicked smile on her face.

"remember when i said i'll make you scream so loud?" jae asks as he spreads ki's cheeks again.

"mmhmm," ki responds, back in bratty sub mode. "i also remember thinking that i'd love to see it… i'd still love to see it, sir."

"challenge fucking accepted," jae smirks.

ki lowers herself back onto jae's cock, with jae fully aware that she could never be fully prepared for what's about to happen. hearing ki gasp with every inch turned him on beyond measure. she then tried to ride him from that position, but could barely move.

he didn't wait as long as before, but jae still waited a few seconds before beginning to relentlessly fuck ki from the back of the back. those screams jae had been desiring spilled from her lips.

outside, their friends are startled as fuck, even though some did hear jae say he'll make ki scream. a couple of them take that as a cue to leave, despite the freakiest of the squad attempting to inspire them that it'd be worth it to stick around.

sungjin, one of the ones deciding they'd be better off evacuating, pointed out, "i'll probably hear them elsewhere anyways." a couple of the remaining witnesses agreed.

"fuck yes!" they hear jae cry out.

"holy fuck!!" ki lets out a high-pitched yell, feeling the pain as well as the pleasure, and quickly deciding that she doesn't care about shit else but an orgasm from this position.

jae, however, wanted to try cumming at the same time. so while ki was finally able to ride on those few inches gradually, jae would still thrust upward. eventually, he would reach around and rub ki's slippery pussy, fingers accidentally slipping inside.

"oh my fucking god, i'm– ahh!" ki cries, feeling both holes beginning to release.

"shiiiiiit, me too…" jae shakily moans, halting ki's movements and capturing a nipple in his mouth.

in a bit of a plot twist, most of the comrade gang respectfully leaves, chris included, who had already heard this conclusion two different ways, and needed a restroom to… not really use. by the time the rest of them follow suit, it was already too late.

"cum with me, you filthy slut," jae grunts gravelly in ki's ear.

"cum inside me again, you nasty bastard," ki facetiously retaliates.

drowning in a sea of pleasurable profanity, both events occur, ki's shaking thighs forcing jae's legs to shake.

"wow…" they both breathe out. a moment later, jae helps ki stand up so that he can pull out. staring at the cum beginning to leak out of ki's ass, jae descends from the bed to the bench. "don't hate me," jae says before pinning ki back for one more minute, licking his seed from her asshole.

"oh my god…" ki drones before jae stands up, slightly leaned over to kiss her, and also to return a bit of the surprise like she had earlier.

"you're so good, jae," ki compliments after swallowing, "and you know that shit."

"ki…" jae begins to commend, "i almost find it hard to believe this was your first rodeo, considering whatever the fuck all this was. i hope you know that you know what you're doing."

"well, baby," ki begins to confirm, caressing jae's waist, "you are my first… i've just been studying."

jae laughs, immediately sensing what she meant by that. With his arms locked underneath ki's armpits, he claps. "a+. 4.0 gpa."

it's now ki's turn to laugh, resting her hands on jae's shoulders. jae lets out a brief chuckle with her before embracing his lips with hers.

there are smart speakers in every main room in this house, all synced to the living room. everyone but ki and jae had reassembled in there and decided to execute a congratulatory scheme for them in the form of a song.

who better to do the honors than chris themselves. "alexa, play 'i just had sex' by the lonely island and akon."

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[baejl]

eric is over ear

red velvet 6th member au \ superm 8th member au

jaein being part of the hwaiting squad 

masterlist 🦋 requests are open feedback is awalys important to me!

"The first guest of today everyone, is no one less than Jaein Anne Kim, from Red Velvet, SuperM, SM, England etc!" Eric said with his fake mic.  

Jaein showed up behind the wall, laughing. She stood right close to Eric, holding her cards with all the things she would need to know to host the show.

"Who told you my english name?" she asked and Eric started to laugh. "What?"

"I never noticed your british accent was so strong!" he said still laughing and Jaein slightly punched his shoulder, laughing too. "Please, introduce yourself." he said trying to compose himself.

"Hi guys!" she waved to the camera and slightly bowed. "I'm Kim Jaein!"

"So, you might be asking yourself 'will Jaein also play?" Eric said to the camera and shook his head. "No, everyone. Unfortunately the budge wasn't enough so she either plays or talks. And, in other to keep all her bones in place, she's gonna be hosting this show with me."

Jaein laughed out loud with Eric's irony.

After a few minutes of introducing the other idols who would also participate - Jaein knew all of them but BM -, Jaein was now clinging on Amber's torso while Eric was explaining the rules.

"You gonna be competing in teams, duos and alone. This will test our friendship with each other."

Jaein quickly cut him off.

"Not that any of this matters because at the end of the day what matters is your individual score." she held a laugh when she looked at Eric.

"Will there be prizes?" Jae asked.

"Yes!" Eric said. "And we, me and Jaein, can take away points if we think it's necessary. Why? Because we're the hosts and we can do whatever we want."

"Oooh..." Jaein whistled. "Can I also give points?"

"No Jaein Anne, you won't give Amber points just because you were from the same agency." Eric answered already knowing the girl's intentions. Amber and Jaein gasped and the other idols laughed.

"Who told you I was gonna do this?" Jaein asked pretended to be offended.

"So, kids," Eric continued and she laughed, he was taking this whole host thing too serious. "we're going to start this episode with a really good game. What is this game called? Jaein," he called her. "can you please say 'Eric is over here' with the most british accent you can do?"

"Sure, Eric." she said at the same tone. "Eric is over here."

"Right, that's the name of the game. Eric is over ear!" Eric repeated with a forced british accent, making everyone laugh.

After a couple minutes frowning her eyebrows, Jaein finally understood the meaning of the game and cooed, surprised. 

"Oh my God..." Amber said, shaking her head and pointing at Jaein. "She just got it now."

"So," Jaein said when the other people were ready. "everybody put your hands up like a zombie. The game will start..." she glanced at the staff, who gave her a thumbs up. "now."

She watched closely as one of the staff, who was pretending to be Eric, was starting to walk in front of the idols so they could guess if his ear was or wasn't Eric's.

"Ashley is feeling those ears..." Eric mumbled next to Jaein and she slapped his shoulder while the other staff made him a sign to shut up.

"IS OBVIOUS IT'S NOT YOU ERIC!" Jamie shouted while everyone started to laugh, even the staffs.

"You're so stupid!" Ashely said.

"What the fuck just happened?" Jaein said sitting on the floor with her hand on her belly, laughing.

After getting ready again and Jaein telling the rules, they restarted the game. Real Eric was the first one to go and after him, two other staffs did the same.

"This is definitely Eric..." BM said.

"You've been saying this for the last five minutes BM." Jaein answered him and giggled, when the last man passed by them, the staff gave her a sign. "Okay guys, you can take your blindfolders now."

"My ears just got felt up..." Eric said while he got his place with them. His ears were red as two tomatos.

"We're going ahead and try to guess which was Eric Nam's ear." Jaein read her tab. "Please, raise your hands if you think it was the first ear."

Amber, Ashley and Jamie raised their hands.

"Now, raise your hands if you think it was number two."

Peniel, BM and Jae raised theirs.

"No one for number three?" Eric asked.

"How can someone hear with that ear?" Jamie said. "Like, do we have to shout at the person?"

"This person has feelings, Jamie." Eric said giggling. "Now, the reveal is, Eric Nam's ear is... the first one!"

After ten minutes of the girls celebrating, the boys trying to explain themselves why they thought it was number two and getting the penalty, everyone calmed down and stood in the line they were earlier.

"Be sure to watch next week's episode everyone..." Jaein said.

"And to like and share this video with all your friends." Eric completed her. "It was the first episode of Hwaiting guys, I hope you all enjoy. Jaein, can you please say the name of today's game again?"

"Eric is over here." she said and they cracked up.

"I'll never get used to it!"

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[catwatcha]

Pairing: Chan x Reader

Genre: Angst/fluff/smut

Word count: 2153

Warnings: 18+ smut & cursing & fainting

Authors note: shit goes down in this chapter so eeeeeekkkk

You’re too hard to forget.

It’s been one week without any dreams. I have moments where my eyes are closed and I see flashes of images that look like various hospital rooms. But none of them have Chan. I told Jasey what had happened, I think. Honestly my body felt numb and my head was ringing so I don’t know what exactly I said, but I said enough that she would leave me alone, because I don’t want to think about it.

Unfortunately, it’s all I can think about.

It’s Monday morning again. I walk into school and plaster a smile on my face, knowing that I can take off in just six hours. I can do that, right? Yes, I think. I walk over to Jasey as usual, but stop when I see a familiar face. It’s the boy who I saw outside the coffee shop a couple weeks ago. He seems to recognize me too, because he stares at me with wide eyes. “Uhhh,” I say when I look at him, and thankfully Jasey doesn’t seem to notice and interrupts me. “Y/n! You’re here! This is Minho,” she says, and I can see the blush spread across her cheeks. This is her secret. And apparently, mine too. “I’m Y/n,” I say to him, though I’m looking at my shoes. He hesitates, but introduces himself in a similar way. I silently thank him for not saying anything like, ‘I know you’, or, ‘wait you’re the weirdo who’s friends with my girlfriend?’ We shake hands. He smiles. I smile. And then I turn on my heels, because suddenly I feel dizzy and I’m having flashbacks and if I don’t run, my feet might stay grounded forever, in a state of confusion and shock. “Y/n!” Jasey yells after me, but I keep walking, because I don’t know what else to say. I hear a few whispers behind me, and then I feel a hand gently pulling my arm, stopping my escape plan. I don’t want to turn around in fear of explaining myself to Jasey, but this is worse. The person with a grip on my arm is Minho. I see Jasey on the other side of the courtyard, and she knows something because she’s staying put. Does she know what I told him? Does he even know the depth of what I told him? Right now I don’t care. Because no matter what I told them or told myself, the dreams are gone.

Minho lets go of my arm, but I know he wants to know what’s going on. I speak first. “Sorry, I’m running late and I have English and I’m happy for you and Jasey so anyways I’m gonna get going…” I said. “Y/n, yeah?” he says. I nod, and turn away but he reaches for my arm again. “Wait, I want to talk to you for a minute!” he nods over to a bench, inviting me to sit down. But before I can think, my head is spinning and Minho is there and Jasey is rushing over and there I am. I’m shaking, for reasons I don’t know, and there are so many voices yelling at me from reality as well as from my very own mind. My head hits the concrete, and I pass out.

“I’m okay love.” Chan is in a hospital bed. His hair lies flat, and his skin pale. But he still looks like Chan. My Chan. His eyes shine looking up at me, and his lips form into a smile. I hug him. “Why haven’t I been able to see you?” I ask. It’s been days of waiting, hoping, and wondering if he was okay. They wouldn’t let me in, but I knew I could’ve if he wanted me to. “Why didn’t you let me see you?” I asked as my eyes filled with familiar tears. “Because even though I was hurt, I knew that if you saw me it would hurt you too. And seeing you hurt causes me more pain than anything physical ever could.” I thought about his words, but only for a moment. Because the next thing I know, I’m consumed in a kiss that made my heart stop. I missed him. But he’s okay. It’s us against the world, and I knew nothing would change that. We were back. Chan was going to be okay, and so was I.

I woke up in the nurse’s office. I’ve only been here a few times, usually when I faked a cough to get out of class or when I get migraines. This time though it felt like I was in the middle of some depressing party, held just for me. To my right, Jasey and Minho are standing over me, talking in worried tones. About what, I don’t know. To my left, I see my mom, and that’s when I think this is serious. Then again, She was probably just obligated to be called because of the school phone call I’m sure she received. As if I had pushed some sort of button, the all look at me at the exact same time. Well, I think. This is awkward. Mrs. Amy, our school nurse, is the first to speak. “Y/n, can you hear me? You hit your head pretty hard. Do you want some water?” I shake my head. I don’t want water. I want to go back to bed. Because even though my head is actually pounding, and I’m still a bit nauseous, none of it matters right now. Chan is back. Why now? I look at Minho. He looks at me. When I shook his hand, something felt so familiar. Like he was connected somehow, but no matter. “Thank you.” I say, and I’m smiling like an idiot. He looks at me confused, but I get up and I walk out of the crowded office. And I’m running, because I have so much to do but I have only one place to go right now. I’m going to the coffee shop, and I’m not going to be scared to go in this time. It could be the beginning of the rest of my life if I would just take the extra three steps.

Minho’s P.O.V.

“Minho, I’m so confused right now,” Jasey says to me. “We literally just watched Y/n pass out hard, and then run away like she got a shot of adrenaline.” It was about 9 a.m.now, so I was very late to school. I decided to just skip today in general. This was far more interesting than world history. “I don’t know, Jae. I don’t even know her,” I say. Y/n and I hadn’t even really met that day at the coffee shop. Is this about what she said to me then? I barely remember. I just remember trying to comfort someone who looked a bit shaken up. I never thought she might be broken completely. Maybe this has something to do with that Chan kid? Maybe a breakup, who knows. I love Jasey, but do I have to deal with her friend now? It’s bad enough that Chris is already going through some breakup with a girl he won’t tell me about, and he’s slept at my house every night this week. We play music and he reads and I like that he makes me pizza (that boy can fucking cook, even if it’s just simple things), but I don’t know Y/n. I can’t handle this too. “You should talk to her,” I say to Jasey. “She’s just going through something right now,” she says back, and looks down at her shoes. I think. And then I have a stupid brilliant idea, that could help both me and Jae. We were both so caught up with our friends that we never got much time together. “You know,” I say. “If she’s going through a breakup, I may have an idea. Or even not a breakup, but just rough shit. I know it’s hard and stuff, but I think she should talk to one of my friends. Actually, I think they’d get along really well. They could keep each other company.” I mean, Chris and Y/n. I think they’d be cute. “Calum, that’s never going to happen. I’m sorry baby, but Y/n is taken. I mean, sorta.” She’s laughing, like what I said, it was the dumbest idea in the world. Ouch. “She’ll be okay. I’ll talk to her later,” she says. Oh well. Was worth a shot, if not for Y/n, for Chris at least. I apply her last words to him as well. He’ll be okay. Everything will be fine.

Y/n’s P.O.V.

I’m scared again. Five minutes ago, I told myself to take a deep breath and just walk in. That was after the twenty minutes of standing there, pretending to be on my phone and thinking. I did this so nobody would ask me what’s wrong, like Minho did. Big mistake. But now I’m here and I’m scared. Thinking about Chan always made me feel dizzy because I didn't know what was real and what was a dream. It felt like it had all just become one big blur, dragging myself to and from school, skipping my way to meet Chan and trudging my way to meet Jasey at her place. She knew about the shop, and she knew that I’d never gone in, even though I was there so often. After running out of school this afternoon, she deserved a call from me, at the least. So I called her and went over to her place, and here we are back at the same downtown corner with the smell of coffee and muffins drifting through the air. I was smiling like an idiot, and had told Jasey why I was so adamant about getting out of school. I left out the part about Minho. To me he was just another human on this earth who happened to be dating my best friend, but he had a weird effect on me. I definitely didn’t tell Jasey. She didn’t ask. “Are you ready? Let’s just grab something to go, I’m really thirsty anyways.” I knew I couldn’t stand there like an idiot for any longer. I almost lost Chan once, the worst had already happened. I knew I was ready for anything. I took one last deep breath before bracing myself, and I took my first steps into the nostalgic feeling cafe.

I took in this new feeling, both the physical and mental aspects of it. It was exactly the kind of place that I dreamed of spending hours in, reading books and writing poetry. It had dim lights and a few couches, and wooden tables were scattered around the room. It’s exactly what I knew it would be, aside from a few changes here and there, but I couldn’t help but take it all in with wide eyes. Jasey had left to go order a drink for her and myself, and I went to the table that faces the window, like I had known myself to do many times before, yet never before while conscious. This was a feeling that I was starting to like very fast. At first I couldn’t remember why I was even here, but that was only for a moment. I looked around me, but I saw no sign of a dark haired boy with the eyes that I drowned in every night. There was barely anyone here, actually. I still saw my best friends backside at the counter, waiting for our drinks and striking up a conversation with the barista. A few seats over was a boy who caught my eye.

He had bright blonde hair that was down across his forehead. His shirt was tattered, but in a fashionable way, which he wore with black skinny jeans and dirty black converse. His eyes were piercing right into mine, a dark brown that I wish didn’t scare me as much as they did. I looked down at my hands to see them shaking the smallest bit. There was something about his presence that made me uncomfortable, but at the same time like I belonged even more. He looked out of place, but acted like it didn’t matter. Just like me. I looked up again, surprised to see that he was still staring at me with an unknown emotion in his eyes. He looked confused, almost. He stood up, and I unconsciously held my breath, not knowing why he was walking over to my table. The door was behind me, but he wasn’t looking at the door. He was looking right at me, almost as if he was looking through me. He stood 2 feet from me now at a dead stop. I studied his face, while I’m sure mine had “shock” written all over it.

“Allie?”

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