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𝖇𝖚𝖇𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖚𝖒 𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 : choso x fem reader

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 : you wanted choso real bad, but did he want you too?

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 : (fem perspective of acquainted.) smut, porn with plot, vaginal sex, praise, teasing, fingering.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖙 : 4.5K

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 : inspired by lyrics from bubblegum bitch by marina and the diamonds.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoy it; if so, follow me for more. au revoir!

18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT

Got a figure like a pin-up, got a figure like a doll.

“But Maiiii!”

“Don’t even think about it. You know you’re gonna hurt his feelings.”

“I won’t, I promise! He’s real cute, I could never do that to him.”

“You mean weird? I’ve only seen him talk to Yuuji, and that’s saying something.”

“Well, maybe he just needs a girlfriend! Ya know, a woman’s touch.”

“Babe, the second you try to touch to him, he’s gonna cum on himself.”

“That’s not bad, right? That just means he likes me!”

Mai scoffed and walked towards class, you following behind a puppy. You were a pretty girl, for sure. Always wearin’ sparkly lipgloss, your hair was always in a cute style but always down, had to show off your hoop earrings! You usually wore a little locket necklace, which had a little pic of Choso in it, but that’s really creepy, right? It sat on top of a pink shirt that you made sure your tits always looked great in, just in case he was lookin’. Then your miniskirt gave a sneak peek of your ass and your winter boots you lovedddd to wear with leggings that you were hoping he was getting an eyeful of. It was tough when you were in class with him; you raised your hand to answer a question, hoping he’d perk up at the sight of your new manicure. Sometimes, you’d wear a perfume that smelled like cake; you could tell he liked it; he’d always stutter when he walked past you, conveniently moving your hair so the scent would fly in the air towards him. Then there was your skin, always wearing a nice lotion so your legs looked smooth as you crossed them over one another or stood before the seminar to answer a question on the board. You usually ask someone to pick something up for you and never touched a door either; you pretty much knew it was because every guy wanted to fuck you, so you ran them around like your puppies, and they’d run back to you with a lollipop or something like that, which you made sure to suck real sexy when Choso was around, in case he ever wanted to be the lollipop.

It's not like you wanted him to pay attention or anything.

Don't care if you think I'm dumb; I don't care at all.

“Hey, Choso! What’s up?”

He obviously hadn’t heard you, so you put your hands on his desk in the library and squished your tits together, leaning over a bit to look at him. A little cleavage was always effective, right?

“Hello, earth to Choso, you there?”

“Sorry, could you repeat that?”

You made sure to wear a really short skirt, which was totally cute, but every guy on campus was getting the wrong idea. You’d worn it to see Choso, which worked ‘cause he was looking at the little piece of your thong you’d left out for him to see. You just had to tease him a little.

“I said, “Hey, Choso! What’s up?””

“Oh, sorry. Not much, how about you?”

“Oh, nothin’; saw you were sittin’ alone and wanted to come say hi; that okay?”

That was such a shitty excuse. You really could’ve come up with something better, but it seemed to work anyway! He sat to the side of the seat, sitting his hand in the empty space.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Uh, wanna take a seat?”

“Sure! So, whatcha workin' on?”

“Oh, I’m just studying for the statistics exam.”

“That class is super hard! I feel like I’m not getting any of it.”

Fuck, was he catching on yet? You really couldn’t think of another reason why you two would be alone; you couldn’t even convince your professors to let you work with him on a project.

“I could, um, tutor you if you want.”

“Really? You’d do that for me?”

You perked up, hand touching his arms, tits bouncing as you shifted towards him in the seat. You were so excited you could barely keep it together, but you had to act totally fine in case he was onto you. Which really, you wanted him on you.

“Yeah, it’s no problem.”

“Perfect, when are you free?

“Uh, I’m free after classes; what about you?”

Fuck, you had a lot to do. When did you get so busy?

“Hmm, well, I have a sorority meeting at six tomorrow, so that probably won’t work, but then, ooo, I have cheer practice on Thursday, ugh, and I can’t forget Nobara’s party on Friday!”

“So, Wednesday?”

“Perfect! We’d just have to do it after my nail appointment at 3.”

He looked at your nails. Was there something wrong with them? Maybe you should’ve pulled this charade afterward.

“I think your nails are nice like that?”

You were blushing now, bringing a hand out before you two.

“Ya think so? I was thinking of changing the color. I’ve changed my mind since last week.”

You got a call from Mai! Damn, you wish she wasn’t still upset with you. Happily, you answered it.

“Hey babe, what's up?”

“Not gonna believe it! Nobara got this big-ass AirBnb for this weekend. It’s totes cute; gonna look at it for our meeting tomorrow. Anyways, I gotta go, going shopping; I’ll send pics!”

You felt super bad; You’d interrupted your and Choso’s conversation to talk about sorority stuff. Hopefully, you didn’t annoy him.

“Sorry about that! She had to tell me about this crazy thing one of our sisters did.”

“Sisters?”

“Yeah, like in our sorority, silly! Anyways, gotta blast, but I enjoyed our chat!”

You pulled a pen out of your purse along with a piece of gum; after unwrapping it and putting it in your mouth, you grabbed Choso’s hand, writing down your phone number.

“There ya go, put it in fast so it doesn’t wash off. Bye, cutie!”

With that, you walked away. He looked so cute, blushing all hard; hopefully, he texted you. You probably looked pretty dumb, but who cares? You were gonna spend some time with him, so your plans could get rollin’.

Candy bear, sweetie pie, wanna be adored.

“YOU GAVE HIM YOUR NUMBER?”

“Yes, but it’s because he’s tutoring me!”

“So, you and him, alone. “Studying”.”

“Yes, Mai. “Studying”.”

“Bullshit, you’re gonna fuck him!”

“Am not! I have some self-control, ya know.”

When you told Mai about the exchange earlier, she was convinced you were making a bad decision.

“So then, what if he wants to fuck you? What happens to that self-control?”

“It gets thrown out the window, and I let him fuck my brains out, duh.”

Mai looked you up and down, giving you that look. You scoffed and lay on your bed; damn, you would be doing your statistics work if you actually knew what you were doing. A ring came from your phone, practically jumping at it.

“Hey. It’s Choso.”

You jumped around your room, squealing. He had actually texted you! Not that you didn’t think he would, but he was always super standoffish so he might’ve wiped it off. But nonetheless, you texted him back.

“haiiii <3 wednesday still good? :3”

“Yeah, what time?”

“let’s do 5, kay?”

“Sounds good.”

“yay! See you then :p.”

When Wednesday came around, you were super nervous all day. Mai teased you for it, saying there was nothing to worry about; you guys were only “studying.” You had seen him in class, but today, you gave him a wink as you walked by, hoping he’d like it. Fuck, you were such a klutz! Smoothie all over your shirt; not like that was such a bad thing. It meant you could change into something cuter, something that would really catch his attention! It made you super late, though. You felt so bad, showing up 15 minutes late, but you sucked it up and knocked on his door anyway. Choso opened the door for you, but you were still panting. God, get it together!

“I'm so sorry! I spilled my smoothie on my other top, so I had to change, then I ran over as fast as I could! You’re not too mad at me, are you?”

“You’re fine; come in.”

“Ooo, thanks!”

You walked into the room, giving him a smile, then bent over to set your purse and books, hoping he was pervy enough to get a view. You’d stayed down there for a while, giving him enough time to get a good look, then you got up and turned around, and he was blushing! Maybe he’d seen your lacy pink thong. But you weren’t thinking about fucking him, right?

“Somethin’ wrong?”

“Uh, no…let’s get started.”

An hour passed, and you were shocked at your level of resolve. He was helping you this whole time, and all you could think about was the tent in his pants, wanting to take care of it. But you promised Mai you’d chill, so you did.

“All done! I think this is the best I’ve ever done! Thank you so so much!”

You wrapped your arms around him, bringing him in. You pulled back from him, still hugging him, as he looked down into your eyes. You let go and giggled, walking over to get on his bed, sitting back on your hands, legs slightly open as your chest poked out. Mai would probably be mad, but she’d have to understand, right? You just needed him, really bad.

“Hey, Choso?”

“Yeah?”

“I need your help with something.”

“What’s up?”

I'm the girl you'd die for.

As he approached you, you put your final fears to the side. You had full confidence he wanted you, and you were gonna act on it.

You opened your thighs to him, panty-clad pussy on full display.

Awe, he was so red! To be fair, you had just shown off your pussy to him, practically asking him to touch you there, and you were ready for it. You pulled him forward by his shirt, his face up to yours.

“That is, if you wanna.”

He dropped to his knees, positioning himself on the floor between your legs, both draped over his shoulders as he pulled you closer to him. You saw him get a good look at your thong; you knew you were soaked from being next to him for so long. He brought his hands up your legs; the feeling of his fingers made you shake all the way up to your hips, where he flipped your skirt up. He grabbed the edge of your panties, backing up to pull them down your legs. You opened up a little more for him, soaked pussy on full display, letting him spread your lips apart, precum dripping out of you. He was in shock, and it was so sexy. He looked like he was in love with just the sight of your pussy.

Choso brought his lips down to yours, lapping up all of your juices, then fucking his tongue into you. Damn, he felt so good! You started moaning his name and arching your back as you gripped his sheets. He brought his tongue to your clit, circling the bud slowly, and god it had you whimpering.

“Choso….”

You felt so fucking good. He brought his fingers up and slipped them inside you, making you groan loudly. You could tell this was probably his first time eating pussy, but when he curled his fingers, it felt soooo good and you just had to tell him!

“Fuck, right there, don’t stop!”

He pumped his fingers in and out of you as your body jerked, begging to cum. You were so blissed out, happy you were about to cum from his tongue. It came hard, fingers gripping his hair in a way so you could find some sort of stability. And fuck, as you came down, you rutted your pussy against his tongue, mouth still opened and eyes rolled back.He left you panting on his bed, half-naked, back still arched. As you began to come back to earth, you sat up on your hands again, pussy most likely staining the sheets, but it would be okay, right?

“Come here.”

You were serious now. You didn’t wanna be so harsh, but you were literally gonna die if you didn’t feel his dick inside you immediatley. You opened your legs so he could position himself between them, kissing him intensely now. He brought his hand up to your tits, groping them through the fabric of your shirt, pinching your nipple once he found it, you were getting so wet. He ruts his hips against yours, making you groan into his mouth. Fuck, he was so hot, you were gonna lose your-

I'll chew you up, and I'll spit you out.

Your phone fucking rang…and you knew it was Mai. With a pout, you walked over to his desk to grab your phone.You tried to act as normal as possible when you answered the phone, you couldn’t make it too obvious Choso just had a mouth full of pussy!

“Hey, hey!”

“Hey babe, emergency house meeting! Maki didn’t put in the order for the catering for rush next week, so everyone’s coming together to think of a back up. Need ya here, like yesterday!”

You were pouting now, tilting your head to the side as you talked to her.

“But Maiiii, I’m doing something super important!”

“Important, huh? Is that important thing fucking Choso? Either way, bring your ass over here before anyone gets suspicious.”

“Ugh, fine, but you owe me! See you in a bit.”

You hung up the phone and walked over to him, a sad look on your face as you wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled your head into his chest.

“You gotta go?”

“Yeah, but I really don’t want to!”

“It’s fine. You should be ready for the test on Thursday.”

You bent over to pick up your purse and books again; hoping he’d really get a good look at you this time. You hadn’t put your panties back on, instead leaving them next to his bed for him to find later. You put your heels back on, getting on your tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.

“Bye, cutie!”

“Um, bye.”

It’s like you couldn’t get him out of your head; every time you tried to focus on the meeting, he was there. Before you laid down for bed, he texted you, letting you know you forgot them. Hmmmm, what should you say?

“oopsie :3 consider them a gift ;)”

'Cause that's what young love is all about.

So pull me closer…

“YOU DID WHAT?”

“Maiiii, please don’t be mad!”

“Let me get this straight, you fucked him?”

“No, yes, well, not exactly. I, you know…”

“Awe shit, you sucked his-”

“NO, MAI. Not that I wouldv’e been opposed to it.”

“So, what did you- Holy shit, he ate you out!”

You became flustered, you told her about your sexual encounters all the time, but it had been so long since you got any, plus she already thought Choso was weird.

“Yes, he ate me out.”

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!”

“Mai, I’m sorry! Like don’t be mad at me though, it felt really good and technically that was only second base, right? Or third? Either way I didn’t fuck him, yet.”

“Sorry, sorry. It’s not like I don’t support you, but a guy like that? He probably came on himself.”

Now, you’d told Choso you were busy, but that didn’t stop you from wanting to see him again! You guys had seen each other around the halls; Thursday, you gave him a wink every time you saw him, and he’d return it with a blush and grin. But then, you realized he hadn’t texted you. Wouldn’t he wanna see you again? Especially if he enjoyed it as much as you think he did. You were nervous at this point. What if you were over-analyzing things? Just a quick fuck to get each other’s rocks off? Then, unfortunately, the thought came to mind that he probably just thought you were pretty and dumb, which hurt your feelings real bad. I mean, you couldn’t help it; spontaneous oral from the guy liked for months now. But, fuck, you missed him.

And kiss me hard!

The party could be heard down the street; it was pretty lit tbh, a large house with at least eight bedrooms, a pool and basketball court in the back, and balconies on almost every window. As you walked through the house, part of you wanted to find Choso and get a real answer as to why he had ghosted you. That was until a guy from your brother fraternity walked up to you.

You held a cup of punch, but what you were wearing was kinda flashy. You hadn’t bothered to wear a top, just your string bikini covering your tits, which to be fair, wasn’t doing a very good job of covering them up. Then there were your shorts; the underside of your ass on display, but when you and Mai picked them out, you bought ‘em just in case you saw him. You were leaning into the guy, trying to hear him over the speakers. He was kinda creepy. Obviously drunk as he tried to talk to you about some speed dating thing they were about to throw, and apparently you just needed to be there. You knew he was getting an eyeful; he couldn’t even make eye contact with you because he was too busy staring at your chest, which you wouldn’t be opposed to usually, but he wasn’t Choso, and tbh, he was the only one you wanted to look at you like that.

This dude made some shitty joke, you giggling to save face and not embarrass your sisters. That’s when you see Choso walking in your peripheral vision. OMG, he did come! But as happy as you were, he looked kinda pissed, or maybe you were trippin’? You gave him an awkward smile as you turned. That was until Choso grabbed your arm.

“Gonna borrow her right quick.”

What the fuck was he doing? Choso led you up the stairs as you rushed to keep up, spilling your drink a bit. He looked for an empty bedroom, walked you into it, and locked it behind him. What was his deal?

“Choso, what the actual fuck?”

“What are you doing, huh?”

“What am I doing? What am I doing? Motherfucker, what are you doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you haven’t talked to me in days. Then you pull me in here, like I’m the bad guy or something, fuck, did eating me out mean anything to you?”

“Of course it did! I haven’t texted you because I wanted to give you space!”

“I could’ve made time for you! I don’t wanna hear your shitty excuses as to-”

I'm gonna pop your bubblegum heart.

Your sentence was cut short by Choso pulling you into a kiss. Some nerve he had, not talking to you for days, then coming up like he owned you or something. You were fucking mad at him, sure, but you wanted to fuck him more than anything. So, you let him lay you on the bed behind you, mouth coming to kiss you, even deeper this time. He pulled back to undo your top, allowing your tits free, ready to go to town.

“So, who the fuck was that?”

He brought his lips down to your nipple, sucking it as you moaned softly. He was totally killing the vibe.

“A friend, what are you, jealous?”

He sucked the other one, massaging your tits as you watched him. You knew he was, like why else would he be asking? That kinda made you feel good though, he was willing to put up a little fight for ya, huh?

“Depends.”

“On?”

Choso began to move his way down, sucking the skin of your stomach as he brought his hands down to hook into your shorts. He had them down to your ankles, pulling them off of you, you were so fucking excited, as pissed as he was, his mood was real cute.

“I’m your friend too, no?”

“Something like that.”

He undid the strings on your bikini, throwing them somewhere in the room. He brought his face down to you, kissing your inner thighs to tease you.

“You let all your friends eat your pussy?”

I'm Miss Sugar Pink, liquor, liquor lips.

You couldn’t answer his question, body reacting to the kitten licks he was giving your clit. You really liked it when he fucked you with his tongue, and you were practically in love when he pressed his tongue harder on our bud. You missed the feeling of your pre-cum on his lips, but it was cut short when he pulled his face back, teasing you.

“Answer me, princess.”

“No, I don't.”

It’s like something woke up inside of him. His face was back on you, fucking his tongue into you as he pinned your hips down, watching you squirm from the pleasure. The pleasure you never wanted to stop.

Choso picked up the pace of his tongue, his fingers finding their way to your pussy, curling them as he sucked on your clit. One hand still on your hips to keep you still; it’s not like it really mattered though, ‘cause you came real hard. You bucked your hips into his touch, moaning his name as you let him suck you through your high. He pulled up to look at you, smirking as he started drinking your cum, thumb on your clit. You were on fucking fire, still recovering from before, and now he was bringing you up to his face. He pinned you down, devouring you instantly.

He’d brought his hands up to rub your nipples between his fingers while you fucked his face. You didn’t know where all this nerve came from, presumably because he’s made you cum twice now, the third one about to join. But you honestly didn’t give a fuck. If he had the balls to eat you as good as he was doing, you could care less. Because his tongue was just too damn distracting. You began to grind your pussy on his face, not even considering his ability to breathe; it’s not like he was concerned about it. You were moaning his name lover and over, he pulled them out of you more frequently as you felt your body giving in again.

“Choso, I’m, I, fuck!”

Hit me with your sweet love…

Fuck, he was so good. You couldn’t help but fall over as he kissed you, soft and sweet. With a careful hand, he brought your leg up, pulling it away from the other so he could get in between them. Your body was practically begging him, waitin’ so long for his touch. As he began removing his clothes, he continued this little conversation. It was really pissing you off.

“Hm, that doesn’t make sense then, does it?”

“You’re more than a friend, Choso.”

At this point, he’d taken everything but his boxers off, bringing his body back up to sit on top of yours. He kissed you as he fingered your pussy again, making you squirm under his touch, he was making you feel a lot of things you hadn’t really felt before, definitely more than your vibrator had done. He brought your cum out of your pussy, rubbing it over his dick as he looked down at you.

“More than a friend, huh?”

Choso kissed your neck as he slid his dick in, holding your hips as he rolled his into yours. He was painfully slow, pulling out to sink back in. Fuck, it was torture.

“Yes, Choso! Now fuck me, please!”

“No problem.”

He slammed his hips into yours, you couldn’t hlp but groan his name, making him grip you tightly as he fucked you, forehead meeting yours so he could look you in your eyes.

“When was the last time you got fucked?”

“Months ago.”

“So, you decided you just wanted me to eat your pussy one day?”

He began that slow pace again, what was he a fucking detective? You decided to just tell him the truth, hopefully then he’d shut the fuck up.

“No, I liked you for a while! Thought you didn’t like me ‘til I met you in the library!”

Guess that satisfied him, ‘cause he hit that sweet spot inside you as you moved your hips to meet his, hands brushing through his hair as he gave it to you right where you needed him. You pressed your tits against his chest as he fucked you into the bed, practically screaming his name every time he’d give you a hard thrust.

“I want you, princess.”

To be fair, you hadn’t really entertained any of the guys who wanted you; they’d just ogle you, but you wanted someone who’d claim you. Make you his. And Choso was doing it. He fucked you like no one had ever done before, sucking hickeys all over you that you were sure you didn’t have enough concealer to cover up. Then, there was the way he’d moan into your ear. Sometimes your name, but mostly baby, princess, beautiful. He was taking you higher and higher, and you didn’t wanna come down.

“Then, I’m yours.”

Steal me with a kiss.

That made him feral. He fucked you faster, keeping your hips still so he could fuck you how you needed it. Your body was practically begging to cum again, all but throwing yourself at him. Finally, you came, gripping his shoulders as you moaned his name into the room, eyes rolling back and mouth wide open as you came for the third time that night. You honestly didn’t know you had it in you; he was right behind you, gripping the headboard as he fucked you through his orgasm, whimpering your name as he fell to pieces inside you, your hands just falling to your side, too fucked out to move.

I'm gonna be your bubblegum bitch….

Choso fell beside you and looked over; you were pretty damn tired; he made you cum over and over again, like a song on repeat. He’d helped you put your clothes back on, carrying you down the stairs and out to his car, getting you in it and starting it.

“Ima take ya home, okay?”

You perked up a little, grabbing his arm and wrapping around it. No way you were going home! Why’d you wanna go back there when you could sleep with your boyfriend?

“Wanna go home with you!”

“Whatever ya want, princess.”

He gripped your thigh as he drove off, returning to his dorm. He carried you to his room, helping you get into one of his t-shirts, such a good guy, makin’ you feel all safe. Both of you in the bed, he pulled you into his chest as you got comfortable. You look up at him, smiling a bit as you yawn.

“Night, baby!”

You kissed him quickly and laid back down, drifting off to sleep.

Consider this mission complete ;)

I'm gonna be your bubblegum bitch!

♱ the song used in this story is bubblegum bitch by marina and the diamonds. 🖤

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justcallmesakira · 4 months

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Bsd men with a childish s/o:

Sypnosis: how they go on with their day with you :333

Genre: crack, low key fluff

Warnings: mention of roblox, McDonald's, LOADS of blasting stuff, torturing Mexican man, war flashbacks

Dazai-

• one word, power couple (more like powerblasting the agency every couple of hours)

• he absolutely loves your childish demeanor, like bro you saw how he acts? He gives undeveloped 22 year old man and so do you🙃

•anyways he actually enjoys your company, your cute little childish acts and stuff

• ex: blasting the electricity cables of Yokohama, drawing silly little Sanrio doodles everywhere, going ":3"after cutely making the enemy go insane etc.

•honestly he would definitely take you to the playground instead of a fancy restaurant 😘👍

•probably swings with you on the swings •"Couple found playing in a children's playground before getting hit in the anal by lighting"

•bro he would go with your childish and stopid tactics😰😰😰

• "omg let's make a paper boat and ride it down the river😍😍🤩😘😘🥰" "anything for you babygorilla😏😈😈😈😽😼"

•like seriously though the agency actually worries, not for dazai but for when he gaslights you with a lollipop into committing double-plugging each other off

•he still enjoys your childish antics, you would go with a cute Lil face doing dumb stuff and he will just watch you with soften eye

•anyways you two have matching energy but unless your in real danger he's not saving you... He's joining you😰😰😨

Chuuya-

•hahh....

•he's so done with you

•you would act so silly and chilly that's he's gonna get literally WAR flashbacks (dazai I am lookin at you and your little lighter🤨🤨

•when ever he took you to McDonald's you would ask the employee for extra sauce and he would ask "why would you want extra sau- AND WHY ARE WE IN MCDONALD'S ORDERING HAPPY Meals????!!!" *slurps down every sauce packet* "it's for the toy, chuuya"

•he totally not traumatized by your tactics <33

•poor chuuya he just wants to have a nice romantic bath with you and there you are with rubber ducks and balls everywhere

•"darling Ily but why the hell did you stick rubber ducks on your body with Elmer's glue? 😃" -chuuya probably

•even during hard missions your so unserious😭

•it's scares him how goofy your are during a shooting..... *flashback*

•he wants to put like a dog leash on you so I don't wander off Dora the explorer live action (NO YALL NOT IN THAT Way) •chuuya=🙅 you begging him to buy a children's kitchen set= 💁‍♀️🔪🍳.

•he genuinely likes your sweet little innocent side

•whenever he's tired of babysit-- I mean taking care of you he takes you to kouyou and goes 🕳️🎢 'bye'

•HELP AUTOMOTIVE BIBI FOGASA STARTED PLAYING-😰😰😰

•he still cares for you especially when you are tired and fell asleep he would carry you to the bedroom and sleep with your head on his shoulder and him giving you a soft smile :)

•just don't remind him of a certain someone.... 🤕

Fyodor-

•he doesn't know why he picked up a street dawg like you

•careful who U call street dog before I leave you on the streets😃

•you and gogol would do stupid stuff in his room, run around playing tag all over his office and there he is with his silly little discord mod on his computer (fyodor please get your rusty ass off from that computer)

•you actually like his goofy cartoon mouse logo and made merch out of his organization 😘😘😘

•"myshka, why are you wearing my organization's shirt and a-" "shhhh- I am promoting your company" "what"

•he's just like chuuya but calmer and is questioning how you can act so carefree while he's brutally torturing a Mexican man

•LEAVE THE MEXICAN MAN ALONE FYODOR-🇲🇽

•still he buys you those kitchen set toys so you won't scream "shimmy shimmy ya" during the Doa meetings😃😃😃

•it's actually kinda sweet bcs of the dynamic you share like-- cold x cheerful

•you begged him to play roblox with you

•"I have work to do" "you can blast people in this game" "..."

•"yadayadaya safusafusafu" -you

•he likes your cheery mess but keep it at an extent before he sends you to the adoption center

•ADOPTION CENTER KINK---

A/N: I am sorry this is bad but it's my first post so please be patient I will start a writing blog with rules and all ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

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britany1997 · 1 year

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bestie it's the one who swept you off your feet. I'm holding you at gun point with a question.

I read your rules, buuut I dunno if this counts as too specific. can you write the boys (or paul since he's delicious, your pick) with a s/o who likes to take stuff that doesn't belong to them for shits and giggles?

I just thought it'd be hilarious and I love you, mwah 💪🏻❤

Sticky Fingers

Of course I can write this for you!! I love you too bestie🫶🫶🫶 (you so right he is delicious🥵)

Paul x GN Reader

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You slithered through the crowd of unwitting tourist lining the boardwalk. Plucking a 20 from an unsuspecting lady’s handbag, slipping a watch off of a disgruntled businessman, too busy yelling into his phone to notice you, unclasping an expensive looking necklace from someone’s neck and clipping it onto your own.

Every night the boardwalk was like your own personal pawn shop, except you never had to pay a dime. You chuckled to yourself as you slipped the 20 into your pocket and skipped off to Max’s video.

You were about to stroll in to lift some lollipops from the jar at the front, when the sight of a blond boy standing next to a motor bike caught your eye. What was the harm in snagging one more wallet?

You sauntered over inconspicuously and reached into the pocket of his pants, but came back empty handed.

He whirled around to face you, “woahhh sugar, that’s usually my move,” he joked.

Your face flushed bright red and your mouth open and shut wordlessly as you tried to think up any kind of excuse.

“I squeeze back you know,” he told you as he slid a hand around your waist, pulling you close to him.

You were flabbergasted. You should have just stolen the candy.

You grabbed his hand as it began to slide lower, “woah, wow, um…this is such a big misunderstanding,” you laughed awkwardly.

He raised an eyebrow at you, “so you weren’t just tryna cop a feel?” he seemed disappointed.

“No! No. Absolutely not,” you assured him.

“Can I still-”

“No.”

He pouted.

“So what were you doing anyway,” he crossed his arms and looked at you expectantly.

In all the confusion, you hadn’t gotten a chance to really look at him, but now with his blue eyes boring into yours, his blond hair framing his face, and his full lips pressed together, you were struck by how handsome he was.

“I was…trying to steal your wallet?” you blurted out.

Damn. This guy was really catching you off guard.

“Oh!” he exclaimed, “I keep all my cash right here,” he slipped his shoe off and held it up to you. You peered in to see a bunch of crumpled, and slightly damp, dollar bills at the bottom.

“That’s disgusting,” you told him.

“Maybe,” he shrugged, “but you’re not gonna take ‘em are you?”

“Definitely not,” you said as your nose wrinkled in disgust.

He tapped his head with his finger, “not as dumb as I look huh?” he wiggled his eyebrows as he slipped his shoe back on.

“C’mon,” he said offering you his hand, “I’ll steal you an ice cream.”

You scoffed, taken aback, “after I just tried to rob you?”

He rolled his eyes, “the only thing you did was graze my ass,” he winked, “I’d still like to return the favor if you change your mind.”

You shook your head.

He chuckled, “I figured, I do still wanna get you ice cream though.”

“Why?” you asked dumbfounded.

“You’re fun and I like you,” he shrugged, “that seems like reason enough for me.”

“Name’s Paul by the way,” he said as he grasped your hand and pulled you along down the boardwalk.

The two of you stopped in front of an ice cream stand. Paul rested his head on your shoulder. “Can I have my rings back please?”

You blushed, fishing the rings out of your pockets and placing them in his hand.

He cleared his throat.

You gave him his bracelet too.

He slipped them back on like nothing had happened before fishing in his shoe for a fiver and handing it to the lady scooping icecream.

She grimaced before drying it off on her shirt and sticking it in the register.

“Thought you were gonna steal me some ice cream,” you raised an eyebrow.

He winked, “you’re worth the money,” he said handing you a cone.

You blushed, “thank you.”

He took your hand and led you to a bench.

As you sat down, he sat directly beside you, throwing an arm over the back of the bench as you were practically crushed into his side.

“Not enough bench for you,” you teased as you gestured to all the empty space.

He smiled, “I’m comfortable where I am,”

You laughed and licked your ice cream as Paul rambled on about his adventures on the boardwalk.

As he spoke you found yourself enjoying his company. He made you smile and laugh in a way no one else could, his carefree joy was contagious.

As the night continued, the crowd on the boardwalk dwindled till only the two of you were left.

Paul reached out to touch your cheek, “you have some ice cream on your lips,” he leaned in closer, “want me to get it for you?”

Your breath caught as you realized what he was asking, but you leaned in anyway, “yeah, go ahead”

He smiled and gently pressed his lips to yours. You felt your heart leap at how sweet he was as his mouth molded against yours.

Your hands tangled themselves in his blond locks as his tongue slid past your lips.

When you head began to feel fuzzy you pulled back for air.

“I may not let you take my jewelry,” Paul began, “but you can steal all the kisses you want sugar,” he winked.

“Was there ever really any ice cream on my lips,” you laughed.

He grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m sure there was at one point…”

You smiled as you pressed your lips against his once more.

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ocn-blvd · 9 months

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pink bubblegum.

author’s note: was listening to this song while high and couldn’t help myself :3! enjoy <3

warnings: smut, mentions of alcohol consumption, smut, confusing situationship, and smut

the hard candy clanked against your teeth as you sexually hummed at the cruel sucking at your center. you mindlessly followed the slow rhythmic flow of her tongue on the pastel lollipop in your mouth; even catching the spelling of her name on your clit.

the sugary treat matched the color of your skirt and long socks that went past your knees. your nipples hardened to the air that nipped your bare chest, your free hand pinching the bud and massaging the lump of fat from time to time.

it wasn’t unusual for you to be in this position - you under her as she fucked you ‘til you were dumb - but it wasn’t as often as you’d like, as much as you hated to admit it. it was recently when you two started having casual sex; the first time was while the two of you had alcohol in your veins, but you kept doing it despite being involved with someone.

the situationship you shared with another woman was… complicated. no matter how hard you tried, you weren’t receiving the same amount of love you were trying to give. it was exhausting trying to justify and make up unjust reasonings for the erratical behavior out of the sake of what felt like ‘love’.

it didn’t help that this woman cheated on you while you were vacationing in the cold mountains with your family. you only found out when she posted a picture with the two of them on her main snapchat story and not the private story she took you out of. it wasn’t like you two were in an established relationship - but ever since then, things have been rocky.

and of course, ellie knew every major and minor detail of this ridiculous mess of a ‘relationship’. she was the first person you’d think to call and rant to, and she’d always listen on the other line, mentally telling herself that she could treat you so much better. she’d always ask tell you to come over so she could physically comfort you.

when she opened the door to your disheveled eyes that were filled with liquid, staining your face… let’s just say she wasn’t too pleased about it.

she hated seeing you so blue and it contrasted her red; angry at the woman who played with your precious heart and feelings. she knew you didn’t deserve it— and she also knew you were too good for that woman… so why haven’t you left her for her.

it started with ellie engulfing you in her strong arms that wrapped tightly around you, and her head atop of your shoulder, smelling your bubblegum scent that blinded her senses. it was addicting… you were addicting.

she pressed gentle kisses behind your ear and slowly pecked her way to one of your many sweet spots she knows. your breath hitched - just like she expected. she wanted to make you feel better at any cost, and it worked like a charm.

out of all of the women ellie attracted and flirted with her, you caught her eye. you two met at a summer party almost a year ago as dina introduced you to each other; from then on, the sexual chemistry between the two of you was sensible from a mile away.

she liked how you responded to her being rough. pulling at your hair, smacking your ass, and gripping your throat always got a kick out of you. she only found out about this kink when accidentally pulling on your strands in the heat of the moment. when she heard the sigh you made, she dropped her hand. and without disconnecting the slobbery kiss, you connected her hand to the back of your hand again, making her groan as she tugged even harder.

“bet i make you feel so good compared to her…” her words muffled against you as she grated her teeth over your sensitive spot, sending a shiver down your spine and an arch to your back. her mouth, cheeks, and chin were covered in your slick as her face was dug so deep into you. she wanted to suffocate in your scent… in your taste.

“yes- ngh! you… really do..!” you shamelessly cried as you let go of a choked moan, moving the lollipop away from your mouth and gripping ellie’s hair with your free hand, holding her hair up. she studied your face that contorted in pleasure. your eyes occasionally opened to look down at her before rolling to the back of your head.

she hated hearing your cries of sadness but couldn’t get enough of your cries of pleasure. she’d much rather a tear running down your leg than your pretty cheeks - unable to keep her head away from between your thighs.

her hands gripped at your marked inner thighs, causing them to turn a darker shade of purple. she flicked her tongue over your wet clit, that’s overstimulated from your previous orgasms, before sliding the sore muscle into your pussy, moaning at the taste of you. you bucked and rolled your hips against her as she reached her hands to grip your hips, holding you still.

you whimpered and whined at her harsh grip - the pain added on to the pleasure as you moaned a moan ellie could only imagine to hear from you. it will always be her favorite song.

when she was done, she planted smooches on your marked thighs up to your marked neck. you didn’t even bother to complain about them, skipping the possibility of getting caught.

her hazy green eyes dashed over your fucked out face, using her slender thumb to wipe away a tiny tear from the corner of your eyes. she smirked as she stared at you, eventually looking at your lips.

“you look perfect,” she affirmed to you in a hushed tone, letting you know your worth. she always dropped small compliments on you and letting you know how glad she is to have you around.

she daydreamed about moments like this - about all the sexual acts she wanted to do to you. though she didn’t know how you actually felt about her. she didn’t know whether you two had something or were just each other’s flings - and the fear of telling you how she really felt consumed her every time she’d think to ask. or maybe you were just using her for pleasure…

but all her worries lessened in this moment where she had you, laying in her bed, being a moaning mess because of her. if that wasn’t a win, she didn’t know what was.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams smut #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fic #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams angst

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luvyeni · 1 year

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i LOVED your last perv!bfjisung LOLLIPOP. could i request something similar but with an experienced needy!reader, just always so desperate and ready for jisung and of course he gives her it bc he loves feeding into her fantasies and desires?? also maybe a little mocking/humiliating??? thank you! i love you and your account!

JUST ONE KISS; PARK JISUNG

pairings. perv!jisung x needy!reader

wc. 824

warnings. oral fixation, finger sucking, thigh riding, mentions of oral, mentions of recording

i hope you like it💙!

jisung knows what you mean when you say 'just one kiss'

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"jisung please!" he smiled as you sat on your knees , begging for his attention. "just one kiss, i promise." he was never the one to deny you a kiss, but he knew the look in your shiny eyes, you didn't mean just one kiss— you were needy.

"just one kiss?" truth is jisung loved when you acted like this , all desperate and ready for him. he knew you'd do anything he asked you to do. "okay princess, come here." he pulled you into his lap, grabbing your cheek. "just one kiss okay?"

"just one kiss."

he pulled you into a slow passionate kiss, you didn't even try to fight for dominance , his hand traveled to your thighs , rubbing it softly as he pulled away , looking into your blown out eyes.

"oh baby." he tilted his head. , bringing his thumb up , dragging it across your swollen lips. "you said just a kiss." he said, but you were confused , he smirked seeing the gears turning in your pretty head , feeling your body moving against his thigh.

"pretty dumb baby , you've been grinding on my thigh ever since you've sat down." you genuinely didn't even realize. "it's okay , i know you didn't know, there's nothing in that brain of yours is there." you whined as his words.

"f...fingers, w..wan' your fingers." he nodded. "yeah? you want my fingers, where baby, where do you want them?" he knew where you wanted them, but he thought you were the cutest , hiding your face in his neck, face hot. "no baby , don't hide your face, tell me where you want them."

"m...my mouth, i...i want them in my mouth." he bit back a smile, he knew your answer, your oral fixation was something he was aware of, when you first started dating he would notice how you'd constantly have something in your mouth , it only progressed when you started having sex and you'd ask him to suck on his fingers while you were riding him.

his favorite thing ever, when your mouth was on his cock. he loved that, he loved having his cocked sucked, and to have a girlfriend with a oral fixation, and is horny 24 hours of the day 7 days a week... he was in heaven, countless of videos (some with you knowledge, some not) with you sitting on your knees, cock in his mouth, fingers in your leaking pussy, fucking yourself to orgasm.

jisung was pulled out his nasty thoughts , by you whining , softly hitting his chest. "why are you ignoring me?" he chuckled. "im sorry baby." he held two fingers to your mouth, tapping on your lips. "open up."

you let out a soft moan , as your lips closed around his fingers , sucking on them softly. "that's it baby girl, suck on my fingers like a good girl." his hands creeping up on your hip, moving your body once again.

"keep grinding on my thigh baby, thats right, make yourself feel good, use me baby."

jisung could cum at the sight alone, the way your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head , as you rubbed your wet clothed pussy across his jeans— his fingers in your mouth.

"baby you should see yourself right now." he brought you back to reality a little bit. "you look so nasty baby, the way your drooling on fingers, and look at the wet spot on my jeans from your wet pussy, your making such a mess." his low laugh sending more pleasure down below, you began to speed up your progress.

"should i take a video?" he teased. "show the boys how desperate you are?" you know he wouldn't do it, jisung hated sharing you with anyone, he wanted you all to himself at all times, he was just as bad as you are, probably even worse, but that still didn't stop a moan from coming out of your filled mouth.

"you told, you told me you just wanted a kiss, you tricked me baby, here you are rubbing your pussy on my thigh like a nasty slut."

"j...jisung." your words muffled by his fingers. "i..i c..can't- c..can't what baby?" he bounced his leg up, making you topple over , your body pressed against his chest as you felt his your high vastly approaching.

"you're gonna cum, make more of a mess on my thigh?" you nodded, resting your head on his neck. "good, be a good girl and cum on my thigh." you came with a loud moan, legs twitching as you slowly came down from your high.

"did that feel good baby?" he took his fingers out your mouth. "yes." you smiled lazily. "good." he grabbing the back of your neck bringing you into another passionate kiss, before whispering in your ear.

"but now you have to take care of me, be a good for me. get on your knees and suck my cock like a good girl."

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ineffablelunatics · 9 days

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The Good Place and Crowley

A while ago, someone sent an ask to Gaiman. It went as follows, “In the book, ‘Golden Girls’ was Crowley’s favorite TV show. Is that slo TV Crowley’s favorite or does he have a current TV show that he prefers?” He answered, “I think he’d love the ‘The Good Place.’”

The Good Place is one of my favorite shows. I completely understand why Crowley would like it. It has some of the best debates of the philosophy and ethics of modern day society including the afterlife. It argues that people should not be defined as good and bad. It shows that people can improve. It tells us why and how they improve.

There’s two things about Crowley that really connect him to these thoughts. 1. Crowley does not like to be defined as good(or nice). Though we haven’t really seen that include bad, I would assume that it would be the similar thought. It also might have something to do with Aziraphale saying those things specifically, but that’s another post. 2. That people are not defined by what happened to them, and that means that anyone can improve.

Crowley fell from Heaven. He fell from grace which made him demon which means that for all intents and purposes, he should be evil. But he isn’t. Crowley doesn’t ever really commit truly evil acts. Any truly evil act that Hell thinks Crowley committed, humans committed. Crowley just took the credit. Crowley likes the thought that people can change. In Hell, he sees tons of people who are awful, but he also sees people who just made some mistakes. He sees demons who are like him who don’t find joy in treating people terribly. He’s seen angels causing harm happily, but others giving away joy like lollipops.

Those two things are fundamental in the show, The Good Place. I would argue Good Omens as well. If Adam had always been treated like he was evil, he probably would have never had friends who he genuinely cared about so much so that their fear pulled him out of his power drunken state. If Aziraphale had assumed the snake was evil(if he even saw him lol), then smited him, where would Crowley and humanity be? The demon with the imagination burned to ash and humanity living with almost decision-less whilst tucked neatly within Eden’s walls. If people couldn’t improve then Shadwell would have never been able to put aside his fears and foolishness so that he could love Madame Tracy and show it. Gabriel and Beelzebub would still be planning Armageddon 2.0 if they hadn’t moved on and fell in love instead.

The Good Place reminds us of the things time and time again. Each of the four main characters get reset, and every time, in the right circumstances, they always become better people. They are also never really defined as good and bad either. At times, others try to define Eleanor as a bad person, but every time, she reminds them that, yes, maybe, she shouldn’t be in the Good Place, but at the very least, she should be in her very own Middle Place. Every time, Chidi teaches her how to become a better person(which only works, because she wants to be one) and in the process, he becomes one too. Just like Gabriel and Beelzebub.

This was way longer than I expected it to be, but here are some quotes from The Good Place and where I think they would fit into Good Omens whether that be place and time or people and relationships.

“Sometimes, when you’re feeling helpless, the secret is to help someone else. Get out of your own head. Trust me. The next time someone asks for help, say yes.” This feels like the whole of S2, specially Aziraphale with Jim and then Maggie

“If you have bills to pay and shit to deal with you don;t have time or energy to become a better person.” The Resurrectionists in 1827 with Elspeth and Wee Morag

“If there were an answer I could give you to how the universe works, it wouldn’t;t be special. It would just be machinery fulfilling its cosmic design. It would just be a big, dumb food processor. But since nothing seems to make sense, when find something or someone that does, it’s euphoria.” All the couples in GO, but that quote right there seems to be how Crowley and Aziraphale has been holding on for so long

“I guess all I can do is embrace the pandemonium find happiness in the unique insanity of being here, now.” Nina specially during The Ball

“People improve when they get external love and support. How can we hold it against them when they don’t?” Beelzebub and Gabriel

“We have no plan. No one’s coming to save us. So... I’m going to do it.” Aziraphale(specifically him at the end of S2 in my opinion)but also just everybody in S1 with Anathema, Agnus, the Them, Aziraphale and Crowley, just all trying their best

“If soulmates do exist, they’re not found. They’re made. People meet. They get a good feeling, and they get to work building a relationship.” All the couples, but especially Aziraphale and Crowley with the Agreement, they were working on their relationship before they knew they were even working on their relationship

“What matters isn’t if people are good or bad. What matters is if people are trying to be better today than they were yesterday. You asked me where my hope comes from? That’s my answer.” Crowley, because deep down, at the end of the line, we know that he’s an optimist

*reminder that all of this is my opinion, if there’s anymore quotes you would like to add, please do, some of the information might be incorrect

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Love Playlist #1: HOME (Han)

«GENERAL M.LIST» · «NAVIGATION» · «TALK TO ME»

"For a really smart person, Jisung can be so dumb sometimes."

Pairing: Han x Fem!reader Genre: college au, friends to lovers, roommates to lovers, fluff, mutual pining Warnings: mild swearing Word Count: 7k

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You have three strict rules that you must follow. One, no going out after eleven. Two, never leave the house without your cell phone. And three, never, ever, fall in love with Han Jisung.

Unfortunately, you’ve broken that third rule already. In fact, you’re still breaking it, charring it to a crisp, and throwing it out like the trash you both begrudgingly take turns with. But how can you not? Because when it comes to your doe-eyed best friend who is serenely sitting in front of you, the whole rulebook is torn up.

Jisung quietly flips through his growing stack of manga, blissfully unaware of the way your heart accelerates whenever he reads a particularly entertaining segment and his eyes light up in amusement.You should remind him to stay on track, but you can’t bear to stop him because of how cute he looks, his legs unconsciously swinging under the table and his fifth banana lollipop of the day shoved into his mouth.

You’re both sitting together in the library at your special table beside the big window, the place that is always secluded no matter what, as if some higher power knows to keep it aside for you and Jisung for whenever you desire. Both of you are supposed to be studying for your finals, the objectively worst part of the entire year. You’re both seniors, so the slew of exams coming up should be a piece of cake for you, except both of you have grad school next year— you’ll be starting on your PhD, while Jisung, a computer engineering major, will be working towards a master’s degree— so you still have to worry about all of your final grades.

“I hate this.” Jisung looks up from the book in his hands, closing it shut. “I wish I didn’t have to do this.”

“It’s almost over. Then we’ll finally graduate and get to enjoy our summer,” you reply. “And then our lives begin.”

And the elation building in your chest is real, because although you have a tough couple of days ahead of you, the end of this year will be a testament to everything you have accomplished. You have your summer mapped out already; you’re going to be completing groundbreaking cancer research at an esteemed biologist’s lab, days filled with productivity along with exciting nights exploring adulthood and freedom with your friends. Even though you’ll still have school, you’ll only have to be doing what you’re passionate about, leaving behind the mandatory literature and calculus courses that brought you so many tears over the duration of college.

“Not for me.” Jisung sighs, leaning back in his chair and staring aimlessly at the ceiling. “It’ll never end.”

Lately, Jisung has become increasingly stressed about graduation. He doesn’t come from a wealthy background, with his mother being a grocery store cashier and his father out of the picture. You’re aware he’s under immense pressure to do well in school and then get a good job that will take care of both him and his mother, when she’s unable to provide for herself. Worst of all, Jisung had to ditch his dream of becoming a musician and instead focus on something more practical, which ended up being a profession in computers. Of course, like anything else he puts his effort into, Jisung excels in computer engineering, and he’s come to terms with giving up his passion, but you know it doesn’t hurt any less.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask softly, reaching for his hand. He accepts it, but he turns his head to gaze at the street beyond the window.

“It’s okay.”

You don’t press any further, because you know that it will just break him down, and neither of you can afford that right now at such a crucial time. Instead, you resolve to brighten his mood, like he does with you anytime you’re down. “Let’s just hope we don’t get food poisoning tomorrow.”

Your attempt works, because Jisung meets your eyes, a smile permeating his solemn expression and before widening into a full grin, at the memory of the time you both first met. Remembrance comes like the summer breeze you look so forward to, washing over you both like a tidal wave. And just like that, it’s freshman year and you’re standing at the bus stop near your old dormitory building.

You anxiously devoured the notebook pages in your hands, alternating between cramming the tiny text and scanning the road for the bus that was supposed to be here ten minutes ago. Your stomach ached from the food poisoning you contracted earlier that morning, an unwelcome byproduct of the dubious cauliflower and tuna tacos served at the dining hall the night before.

This was horrible timing too, especially because you had your first test of the academic year that day. When you should have been bent over your statistics notes, you were cooped up in the bathroom for the previous few hours, clutching the toilet bowl as you watched the clock above you tick menacingly.

You bounced on your toes anxiously, before a strange, squeaking sound met your ears. You whirled around to see a boy approaching you while struggling to pull a large, bulging suitcase along with him. He finally succeeded, collapsing onto the bus stop bench while coughing and wheezing up a storm that rivaled the ominous clouds in the sky. You reached into the side pocket of your backpack, pulling out your unopened plastic water bottle and handing it over to him.

He looked at your offering hand in surprise, before gratefully accepting. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes while he gulped down the cool water. You watched him finish the entire bottle with a dizzying speed and then recycle it in the bin next to the bus stop. The boy was lanky, sporting an oversized Pokémon t-shirt and battered sneakers, and overdue for a haircut, the locks flopping over his sweaty forehead.

“Thank you so much.” He said.

“Of course. What’s in the suitcase?”

The boy fondly ran a hand over the worn-out seams of the object of your curiosity. “I promised my roommate that I would give him all of my old books for his class project. I have no idea why he wants them, but then again, art students are weird.”

He looked up at you not even a second later, alarm in his eyes. “Unless you’re an art student! In that case, I didn’t mean what I said.”

You giggled, shaking your head. “No, I’m a biology major. And yes, I agree.”

He beamed. “I’m Han Jisung. First year, computer engineering. Anime and cheesecake lover. Spicy food hater.”

“Y/N. I’m a freshman, too, and I also love anime and cheesecake. Chocolate cheesecake, to be specific. And I can’t stand spicy food.”

“Chocolate supremacy!” Jisung gasped, clamping a palm over his mouth. “This is meant to be.”

You let out a hearty laugh at his theatrics. “Exactly.”

At that moment, the bus finally arrived, rolling to a stop next to you both. You helped Jisung push his suitcase full of storybooks up the steps of the bus and into the aisle. You sat on one of the seats in the back, and Jisung followed suit, plopping down right next to you. As he did, you noticed him wince, clutching his stomach. Concern bloomed in you for this precious stranger that you just met.

“Are you okay?”

He clutches his stomach once more, smiling embarrassedly. “I got food poisoning. I should have known better than to trust the dining hall food.”

You pause, as the ironic delight of the situation sets in, allowing the pain to fade away and leaving you to wonder about the odds of meeting Jisung. “No way! Me too!”

Jisung’s eyes widen in surprise. “That’s destiny. Mutual food poisoning. Now we definitely have to be friends.”

Later, after you had exchanged numbers and plenty of laughs, parting ways at your respective bus stops, you would meet again at the university hospital. Both of you had contracted a salmonella infection.

Unbeknownst to you and Jisung, that delayed bus and salmonella would determine the trajectory of the rest of your lives. Over time, you both emerged from the shackles of a hesitant acquaintance to the kind of bond that never breaks, even with time, distance, or the grievances of being young. You witnessed each other grow up, fall in love and out of love, and get drunk on piña coladas at the bar next to the college gym you both pretended to go to regularly.

Somewhere along the way, after Loser Boyfriend Number Three, as Jisung tried to cheer you up with his horrible jokes and the burned brownies that he nuked in the residence hall kitchen microwave, you realized that you were wasting your time on people who weren’t worth it. Because the only person who was worth it was the one who had been by your side all the time. Jisung.

Betrayed by your treacherous heart, you began to see Jisung— your person, your study buddy, your fake fiancé when you both were trying to score free dessert with a restaurant proposal— as more than just a friend. In fear of your feelings potentially ruining your friendship, something more dear to you than any form of romance, as you so believed they would, you swore to never speak to Jisung of it. But you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore about the worst. You fell in love with your best friend.

“What did the farmer say after he lost his tractor?”

“I have no idea, Jisung.”

“‘Hey, where’s my tractor?’ Get it?” Jisung bursts out laughing, slapping his thigh. He doubles over, his whole body shaking with laughter at the unimpressed look on your face, which makes everything funnier for him.

“That doesn’t even make sense!” You exclaim, trying to push him. Jisung just keeps giggling, dodging you masterfully.

You both have given up on your library study session, resolving to take a break at your favorite coffee shop and meet up with the rest of your friends in your circle. The setting sun has streaked the blue sky with its golden rays and puffy pink clouds, enveloping the entire campus in a hazy glow. It’s a pleasant May evening, with the scent of your college’s famed peonies along with the excitement of Spring lingering in the air. The street lights that line the sidewalk are already turned on, but not many people are outside enjoying the weather, except for a few students playing a game of Frisbee on the athletic field. Everyone else is locked away in their rooms or the library, grinding for their upcoming exams.

“Well, I have a better one anyway.” Jisung states, clearing his throat dramatically.

You roll your eyes as you near your destination, an unassuming red-brick building tucked away in a larger complex of stores. Purple morningstar blossoms border the door of the small shop in clumps of dainty vines, no doubt the namesake of Morningstar Coffee House. Fairy lights are strung around the glass block windows, which offer a glimpse of the inviting warmth inside.

“Let’s hear it.”

Jisung jogs ahead of you and opens the door for you, gallantly gesturing for you to go first. “What did Y/N say to Jisung when they went to the coffee shop together?”

The comforting smell of pastries and dark roast coffee engulfs you as you step into Morningstar. The strung lanterns and groovy jazz music playing in the background welcome you like a hug from a long-distance friend. You can’t believe it’s been so long since you’ve gone anywhere other than the library, the lecture halls, or the tiny apartment you and Jisung share.

“I don’t know.” You humor Jisung, still playing along and waiting for his ridiculous punchline.

He smirks at you. “I love you a latte!”

You feign disgust, but secretly, you are elated because of how genuinely touching his words are to you. Jisung hugs you like a baby panda, trying to get you to applaud him for his clever joke, as Jisung is naturally a very physically affectionate person, always wanting to snuggle up to the people around him. But your heart can’t help but jump a little every time you feel his arms snug around you.

“Well, I love you a latte more, Hannie,” you respond nonchalantly, but you mean it. You do love Jisung for everything that he is, even the cringeworthy SoundCloud rapper phase that dominated his sophomore year.

“You guys are weird,” your friend Seungmin says from behind the counter, where he’s busy working as the barista, while his co-worker, Soobin, a timid Psychology student, clumsily handles orders at the cash register. Seungmin’s parents own Morningstar, and he plans to take over it next year.

Jisung sticks his tongue out at Seungmin in defiance, before linking arms with you and dragging you to the back, where the rest of your friends are seated. There is Chan, or more famously known as Chris among his many admirers across his campus, clad in his signature black jacket. Besides him, the turquoise-haired baby of your group, Jeongin, and then Hyunjin, who as usual, is lost in his sketchbook.

“Hey guys. What are you up to?” You slide in next to Hyunjin, trying to peek at what he’s drawing. You catch a glimpse of a very pretty girl you vaguely recognize from around campus, before he protectively snaps his journal closed, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Eyes on your coffee, Y/N,” Hyunjin says, handing you the mug that they ordered for you ahead of time. Magically, it’s still hot.

You accept the coffee and drink it, letting the rich liquid warm your insides as you swallow it gratefully. “Alright, alright.”

Jisung tries to steal a bite of Jeongin’s apple danish, earning him a swat on his wandering palms. Chan looks over at you with a grin. “We’re just listening to Jeongin rant about his crush.”

Jeongin groans before continuing. “And I keep asking her out, but every time, she rejects me, bro! What am I supposed to do? Give up?"

“Yes,” Hyunjin says in his signature straightforward manner, prompting everyone but Jeongin to snicker.

“Whatever. I'll figure out a way.” Jeongin sits back in his seat, resorting to aggressively typing on his keyboard to deal with his frustration.

You look around your little corner in the shop, which is filled with textbooks and miscellaneous notebook sheets. “Where are the others?”

“Minho is studying with his girlfriend, and Changbin and Felix are apparently also working, but they’re probably gaming instead.”

Hyunjin bites down on the edge of his straw, glancing between you and Jisung thoughtfully. “Speaking of girlfriend, when are you both going to get together?”

You freeze up in your seat, tensing like you always do whenever someone jokes about your relationship with Jisung, but he’s unfazed, shooting Hyunjin a mischievous smile. “When you tell us about that girl you’re obsessed with.”

Hyunjin immediately forgets about teasing you, glaring at Jisung contempfully. “Shut up, Han. You don’t know anything.”

“Guys, let’s calm down,” you say while patting Hyunjin’s back, happy for the distraction but still cautious about him and Jisung. While those two love each other very much now, they used to fight like crazy when they roomed together in freshman year, and no one needs a repeat of bad history right now.

Jisung catches your eye, and although he doesn’t smile at you, you can see the appreciation in his eyes. You nod slightly at him, before getting out your own computer. Words do not have to be exchanged between you two for you to understand each other.

You all settle into a comfortable silence as you finish your coffee and resume studying, only looking up occasionally to ask each other questions about the material or an assignment. Soon, the evening begins to fade away, and you start packing up your belongings before closing time.

“Hey, Y/N! Can you come over here for a second?” Seungmin calls out, capturing your attention.

You put down your backpack and walk over to the counter, where he’s washing his blender. “Yes?”

“So what’s going on with you and Jisung?” Before you can interrupt him and deny anything, Seungmin wipes his hands and gives you a meaningful look. “I know you have feelings for him.”

You feel your face heat up, and you avoid his piercing eyes. “How would you know?”

“Look, it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. From the way you look at him, it’s a marvel how he hasn’t figured it out yet. For a really smart person, Jisung can be so dumb sometimes.”

You exhale, seeing no point in lying anymore. Besides, it feels good to get it off of your chest. “Well, why are you bringing this up anyway?”

Seungmin sets down his utensil caddy and rests his elbows on the edge of the sink. “Soobin likes you and asked me if you’re single. But, you know, I wasn’t sure if you are available. Emotionally, I mean.”

You glance over at Soobin, observing him counting all of the day’s revenue. The blonde cashier catches your eye, flashing you a shy smile before quickly looking away, turning a shade of tomato red. He’s handsome, good-hearted, and not to mention, very tall. Just your type. But he’s no Jisung.

“It’s been a while since I’ve dated anyone.” And this is true— over a year, to be precise. “I guess, I’m still hung up over Jisung.”

“Do you plan on making a move?”

“No way. I’m just going to wait for the feelings to dissipate. I would never risk our friendship like that,” you mumble.

“You could get to know Soobin, maybe he’ll help you move on,” Seungmin suggests, crossing his arms.

You consider your options before piping up. Jisung had gotten pretty serious with his last girlfriend by the end of your junior year, but he broke up with her a month later, telling you that she just wasn’t the one for him. He hasn’t dated anyone since, claiming that it’s not the right time. But for you, it is, and you realize that you can’t keep waiting for him.

“Maybe I will,” you say, toying with your jacket zipper.

Seungmin tips his head towards Soobin, but before you move, he leans in closer to you. “But personally, I think you should just tell Jisung. If he’s really your best friend, your friendship will stay the same no matter what.”

You nod. “Yeah, okay.”

You know Seungmin is right, but the truth is, it’s not just about losing your friendship with Jisung. Regardless of whether he reciprocates your feelings or not, you know that he would never walk away from you. It’s truly you who you are concerned about. You’re uncertain if you could bear to go back being your normal self around Jisung if you confess and get rejected. You don’t know if your heart could handle it.

You touch Seungmin’s hand in a quiet gratitude and approach Soobin, who immediately notices your presence and accidentally slams the cash register drawer closed, nearly shutting it on his finger. “H-hi Y/N.”

Watching Soobin get endearingly flustered, you can’t help but smile. “Hey Soobin. How are you?”

“I’m good, thank you.” Soobin bites down on his lip, wrapping his arms around himself. He looks so cute in his brown bib apron and converse shoes. “You look really pretty in that dress.”

Your cheeks warm, but you look him directly in his eyes. “That’s so kind of you to say. Actually, I was hoping you'd want to go out on a date sometime? Maybe after finals?”

Although you’re very reserved about your feelings for Jisung, in every other case, you can be quite forward with romance. Soobin’s eyes widen. “Wait, really?”

You laugh, getting out your phone. “Yes, really. What do you say?”

“Yes! I would love to. Could I please get your number?” Soobin stretches out his phone, which is covered in teddy bear stickers.

You think of Jisung’s phone, which has a clear case and a polaroid of you two at the beach inside. You shake the thought of him away. You type your number into Soobin’s phone, before wishing him good luck on his finals and then rejoining your friend group in the darkening outdoors, which has moved outside the shop while you were talking to Seungmin. As soon as he spies you walking out of the door, Hyunjin forgets his conversation with Jeongin and immediately launches into interrogating you.

“What were you talking to Soobin about?”

You shrug, trying to play it off, but can’t help the rosy blush that creeps up your neck. “Nothing, really.”

Now the others look interested as well, and Jeongin smirks knowingly at you. “You asked him out, didn’t you?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you think you see Jisung’s smile falter, but you chalk it up to your own imagination and affirm Jeongin’s prediction. “Yes, but it’s pretty casual. So not a big deal.”

Chan and Jeongin both high-five you like seventh grade boys, while Hyunjin just cackles at your sudden agitation. Jisung, however, looks annoyed, a very new color on him.

“I didn’t know you were interested in Soobin,” he says, shutting Hyunjin up. “Why didn’t you tell me? You always tell me when you like someone.”

You know the answer to his question. But you can’t tell Jisung that the only reason why you asked Soobin on a date out of the blue is because you are in love with him and trying to move on. “Seungmin just told me that he had a crush on me. So I went for it.”

“Yeah, everyone knows Soobin likes you. But you could have told me first before making a move.” Jisung’s tone is slightly harsh, suspicious. You recoil in surprise, because he has never spoken to you like this, unlike the boy you know and love.

“Why are you getting so mad?” You ask him, hurt.

“It’s just that we tell each other everything, and this is pretty big.” Jisung crosses his arms stubbornly. “Unless you didn’t want me to know.”

Your skin prickles with a strange feeling, because while you two have bickered over stupid things in the past, it wasn’t anything serious like the look on Jisung’s face now. “What’s your problem, Jisung? What did I do to you?”

Your voice is raised, and boys instantly sense the tension in the air, stepping in to mediate. Chan, the eldest in the group, places a hand on Jisung’s shoulder, mutely imploring him to stay calm. Hyunjin, however, gets defensive on your behalf.

“Why should she have to tell you? Calm down,” Hyunjin says, frowning at Jisung.

“It’s okay, Hyunjin. We should get going.” Without waiting for an answer from the others, you grasp Jisung’s hand and pull him with you, while he comes along without saying anything at all.

The walk back to your apartment, which is seven minutes long from campus, is filled with an uneasy silence, a dreadful change from the playfulness earlier in the day. The air is charged, full of everything you both want to say to each other, but nevertheless, you keep your mouth closed. More than anything, you’re confused.

It’s been a long time since either of you were with anyone romantically, so maybe it is surprising to Jisung that you randomly asked Soobin out. However, you don’t understand his anger, especially because Jisung has always supported you in your dating life, even setting you up sometimes with people he knew. But you don’t think the problem is the fact that it is Soobin either, because Soobin is one of the most beloved people on campus due to his sweet personality. You don’t know what’s wrong, and that’s what bothers you the most.

Neither of you speak even when you reach your neighborhood, a suburban oasis in a big city. When there’s good weather, you and Jisung love to come outside and either take long walks around the block or pack picnics to share on the perpetually green lawn in front of your apartment building. Today, you head straight up to your flat, an indifferent pair of strangers standing in the elevator.

After unlocking the door to your apartment, you finally decide to break the silence, turning to look at Jisung, who trails a few feet behind you. “I’ll be in my room, studying.”

You want him to say something, anything, but he just nods, keeping his eyes trained on the grey hardwood flooring. Sighing, you pad across the apartment and enter your room, shutting the door you always keep open.

You and Jisung had signed a lease on your place last year, partially because you couldn’t afford off-campus housing on your own, but also because you couldn’t imagine a better roommate than him. People made plenty of comments about how you both— two people of the opposite gender— renting an apartment together would be a recipe for disaster.

While Jisung had assured you that everything would be alright, the weeks leading up to move-in day were filled with apprehension for you. But unlike what he believed, it wasn’t because of what others said. The thought of you and Jisung living together made you worry if proximity could potentially make it easier for him to realize your feelings for him.

However, when the big day rolled in, you couldn’t remember any of your fears as you and Jisung sat in your new apartment, leaned against a pile of half-opened luggage. Exhausted from dealing with delayed furniture shipments and sorting through the endless boxes of belongings, both of you had given up. Resolving to lay on the barren floor and play Go-Fish, you both laughed for hours about the annoyed look on the grumpy mover’s face when Jisung kept asking him questions. Before Jisung subsequently fell asleep on your lap, he promised you that you both would make a lot of good memories here. And you did.

Last Christmas, you both spent it together, huddled on the couch while gossiping and drinking hot chocolate, because both of your flights got canceled due to snow. Then there was the time Jisung forced you to stay awake with him all night because he was scared after watching some bad slasher film, but you told him Disney bedtime stories that eventually made his fear go away.

You can’t help but feel a small pang thinking of whenever he brings you strawberry shortcake from the bakery you like, or all of the times he spam calls you when you’re out late and haven’t informed him. You’ve never fought with Jisung like this, not without him immediately coming after you and begging you to forgive him, even if he wasn’t in the wrong. Being distant with Jisung is a new feeling, and you don’t get how you could ever accomplish that with your best friend in the whole world.

Shaking off your incessant thoughts about Jisung, you turn on your computer, hunching over on your desk in the artificial glow of the screen. You still have a few chapters of reading to get through, and then you have to solve ten long practice problem sets for Chemistry. For now, you’ll have to put off the deliberations that pull at you.

“Y/N.”

You feel someone shaking you awake, gentle hands coaxing you out of an uneasy nap. You lift your head from where it rests on your arms, blearily looking up from where you are slumped over your desk. Your laptop has fallen asleep, the dim glow of your lamp lighting up the room instead. And the blaring, unwelcome red of your digital clock signals an unfortunate time well past twelve. Rubbing your eyes, you finally notice Jisung hovering beside you hesitantly.

“I thought you’d want me to wake you up,” Jisung says, his hands shoved into the pockets of his pajama pants. “I’m sorry.”

He’s wearing a black sweatshirt with the hood pulled up snugly over his head, a few soft pieces of hair messily sticking out from underneath. He looks so cute you want to hug him, but then you remember the events that transpired before you accidentally fell asleep.

“It’s okay. I need to finish working, thanks,” you say dully, both tired from studying and being stuck in this bad day with Jisung.

He shakes his head. “No, I mean, I’m sorry for earlier. At the coffee shop.”

You bite your lip, melting at the regret and sadness in his eyes. Your best friend misses you too. “Can we talk?”

Jisung stays quiet before speaking, and you swear he can probably hear your anticipating heartbeat filling the room. “Are you hungry? We didn’t have dinner.”

He doesn’t answer your question, but you still fold at the thought of how he didn’t eat without you. “Yeah, I am hungry.”

“I’ll make us something.” He turns and heads into the kitchen, and after a second thought, you hurry after him.

Jisung takes off his hood and brings out a metal pot out of one of the cupboards. You watch as he rummages hastily through the fridge, before he shuts it with empty hands. He turns to you with a sheepish look on his face. “So we don’t actually have any food.”

Realization passes between the both of you: in the past few weeks, you both were so immersed in your preparation for your exams that you had completely neglected buying groceries, opting instead for easy pre-cooked meals or food deliveries. Your stomach rumbles loudly, and you rub it, embarrassed, but at least it breaks the tension, as Jisung snorts, an amused look on his face.

“We could go to the store and get something,” he suggests, from where he stands behind the kitchen island.

He fidgets nervously, a reminder of how any other time, you would have jumped at the opportunity to ditch your books and buy cheap junk food with Jisung. But now? You don’t want to go out. You want to stay here, you want to talk to your best friend, you want things to go back to how they were before your fight with Jisung. And yet, you nod your head in agreement, grabbing your apartment keys and wallet from the counter before following Jisung out of the apartment.

The hallways of the building are tainted a vivid yellow from the incandescent lighting, a sharp contrast to the gloomy night outside. The moon is high up in the sky, shrouding the sleepy apartment complex in a silvery glow. There’s no one outside except for a homeless man dozing on one of the benches lining the walkways. But the distant city lights tell you that not everyone slumbers, that outside of your bubble, people have their own lives and stories. The only story that matters to you, however, is the one with the beautiful boy who walks beside you, his step heavy and eyes downcast.

In a matter of wordless minutes, you and Jisung have arrived at your go-to place for midnight runs, a sketchy little convenience store peeking out from behind a cluster of drab office buildings. The neon lighting of the store glows in the dark and reflects in the pools of water left by a mild rain that had graced the land while you were sleeping.

Jisung quickly walks ahead of you and opens the door for you, a blast of air conditioning granting you solace from the humidity. The familiar sight of the plentiful arrays of colorful aisles and the broken fan hopelessly creaking by the entrance pulls you in. You scour the shelves of mouthwatering foodstuffs, before settling in front of one of the sections.

“I don’t know if it’s a noodles or sandwich kind of night,” you wonder out loud, picking up a pack of ramen. You don’t notice Jisung standing behind you, as you assume he’s already zeroed in on the ice cream freezer like he always does.

“Definitely ramen.”

You jump, hugging the packet to your chest as if it would protect you from the perpetrator. Jisung innocently watches you, a small smile playing upon his lips. He holds two wrapped popsicles in his hands, one melon-flavored and one mango-flavored, and stretches the latter out to you. You accept it, returning his smile, and it feels like things are normal again. You know you should bring up what lies unspoken between you two, but you want to preserve this moment for now.

Jisung selects ramen for himself as well, and you both go to the front counter to check-out, failing to exchange any more words as you both just continue to enjoy the calm. After, you both quickly exit the shop and start jogging in synchronization, remembering that a pile of work still awaits you. When you board the bridge that connects the rest of the city to the way back to your apartment, Jisung doubles over, panting.

You decide to take a break, walking over to the edge and drinking in the view. The blurred lights of the magnificent skyscrapers illuminate the midnight sky like lightning, and the river in front of you is littered with cargo ships peacefully gliding along on their separate journeys. You lean against the railing, closing your eyes and letting the wind ruffle your hair. Jisung comes up behind you once more, but when he speaks this time, it’s less of a surprise and more of a comfort.

“Everything is changing,” he says, resting his hands on the railing as well. “I’m scared.”

You open your eyes, turning to face Jisung. His eyes are filled with tears, and your heart reaches out for him. You tightly grasp his hand, trying to convey everything you can’t say to him.

“Talk to me. Please.”

“I’m not ready for all of this. Graduation’s getting closer, and I know you’re excited but… I don’t know, I still feel kind of stuck.” Jisung’s gaze fixates on one of the boats below. “Every time I type out a line of code, I want to smash my keyboard into bits. Every goddamn time.”

His words are strong, but his voice is rough with emotion.

“Jisung, don’t do this if it’s not what you want.”

“We’re literally graduating in a month, Y/N.” Jisung lets out a disbelieving sound. “But that’s not even a concern, because my grad school actually offers a joint program on computers and audio design for engineering students who want to go into music production. But I couldn’t do that, because you barely get paid unless you make it big.”

You frown, setting down the plastic cover of your food. “Well, why not? If anyone could break out, it’s you.”

Jisung shrugs, shaking his head. “I can’t take that risk. Just plain old computer science is the way to go.”

You stay quiet for a second, keenly observing his despairing expression. “Your mom would want you to be happy, Hannie.”

“I could be happy, maybe, one day. But not right now.” Jisung runs a hand through his hair, not meeting your eyes. “You’re moving away next year for your PhD, and I’ll still be stuck here, in a place where you aren’t there.”

“I’m only two hours away. You can get away from campus and visit all the time. We’ll be like the Kardashians taking on a new city!” You crack a watery smile.

Jisung sniffles sadly, and your heart sinks, because you failed to make him happy. Again. But then he looks up at you, a glimmer of humor in his eyes. “Only if I get to be Kourtney.”

You laugh, shoving him in the arm. “Fine.”

And then you both say nothing again, just gazing out at the world beyond this bridge and instant.

“What happened today?” You break the silence— questioning, not accusing.

Jisung groans. “It’s… look, I know we’ve both dated before, but none of them were it. And maybe you never felt that way, but I know for a fact that none of the guys you dated were right for you.”

“Jisung—” you start, but he interrupts you.

“And we’re graduating soon. So I thought you’d realize it by now.” Jisung taps his foot like he always does when he’s nervous, and your pulse quickens at his halting words.

“Realize what?” You ask him softly, trying not to come to any conclusions but betrayed by the treacherous beat of your heart.

The tips of Jisung’s ears turn red. “I- I need you to not say anything. Because I need to say something. And if you don’t like what I say, then I’ll walk away and we can forget everything that transpired here. Okay?”

You maintain your serious expression, although you want to swoon at his adorably flustered state. “Okay.”

Jisung is about to finally reveal what has gotten him so worked up, but then he sighs in frustration, shaking his head. “No. I can’t do this with you looking at me. Can you please turn around? Please?”

Hiding a smile, you oblige him and face the other way. “Okay. I can’t see you now.”

You hear Jisung take a deep breath.

“I’m never going to get this right. Y/N, I like you. And I mean like-like you. Like, romantically. Everything about you, I like. Even your disgusting food combinations, I like. Your smile? Oh god. Don’t go on a date with Soobin. Go with me. I like you.”

Even though the past few minutes manifested Jisung’s declaration, you still whirl around, shocked. “Say what?”

Jisung rolls his eyes. “Seriously? I pour myself out to you and you need me to repeat it? You’re really something, Y/N.”

You smirk, stepping closer and looping your arms around Jisung’s neck. You take in how Jisung’s eyes have widened and how his lips are parted at such an intimate gesture from you, wondering if this is how it feels in the movies, when the heroine finally gets the boy she’s been loving from a distance for so long.

You look up at Jisung, and your heart has never felt so happy. “I guess this is my time to be vulnerable too. I don’t just like-like you, Jisung. I love you.”

It’s Jisung’s turn to be surprised. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah. For a very long time.”

He smiles bashfully, his elation at your own confession evident. “I love you too.”

Jisung tilts his head to his right, as you do the same, almost about to close the miniscule space between you both. And then he pulls away.

You watch Jisung, confused, as he covers his face with his palms, shyly giggling. “I’m sorry, it’s just that I dreamed of this for so long. Can you give me a second?”

Never able to get enough of his antics, you watch as he pulls a stick of chapstick out of his pocket and swipes it on. He dabs his lips carefully before turning back to you.

“Now where were we?”

Before you can even say anything, he’s closed that gap. His lips are soft and sweet, the taste of cherry and vanilla chapstick lingering. You close your eyes and melt into the kiss as Jisung brings up his hands to cradle your face. The sweet scent of him clouds your senses and washes away your inhibitions, and there’s nothing besides you both in this moment. He kisses you like there’s no tomorrow, no exams, no school or anyone else. He kisses you not like a friend, but a lover that he’s yearned for, which certainly wouldn’t be a lie.

You can’t believe that you’ve been pining after Jisung for the mere duration of your college years. It feels like you’ve waited your whole life for this. The murky puddles of water around you and the pungent stench of a nearby dumpster are nowhere near romantic, but with the way you’re kissing Jisung, you might as well be in heaven.

If you dare to predict the future, you’ll have the rest of your life to look forward to moments like this, miss him even when he’s laying in your arms, love him when you both slow dance in the refrigerator light at midnight. And because you’re two broke peas in a pod, you both will definitely conduct more fake proposals with each other when you go out to eat. Hopefully before the real deal. You’ll just have to see who pops the question first.

“Wow,” Jisung breathes against your lips. “My dreams have not done this moment any justice.”

You chuckle, leaning in for another kiss. “Mine too.”

But Jisung dodges your lips, making you scoff as he raises his eyebrows at you. “And what are you going to be doing about Soobin?”

“You should be nicer. Poor Soobin. I wouldn’t have to let him down now if you’d just told me all of this earlier,” you scold Jisung lightly, cupping his chin.

He pouts, swatting at your arms with the oversize sleeves of his hoodie. “Never mind. Let’s stop talking about him.”

You roll your eyes playfully and wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him closer. You’re sure that the lovesick look on Jisung’s face mirrors your own. He may not be perfect, but he’s perfect for you. Your best friend in the whole world. And whatever the future holds, that will never change.

“I love you, Hannie. Love you so much,” you whisper, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. You’ll never, ever get tired of kissing him.

Jisung smiles down at you lovingly, slipping off his hoodie to put it on you, noticing the way you shiver. But you’re not really that cold; it's the way he’s looking at you right now. Not that you’d tell him that. “Let’s go.”

“Where?” You ask, still in a dreamy daze. This day has turned out to be better than any other you’ve ever had. Everything was worth it.

“Home.”

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𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮~

𝙆𝙖𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙯𝙪𝙝𝙖 𝙭 𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙗 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Warnings: explicit sexual content ahead (MDI)[minors do not interact, you will be blocked]

Synopsis: smoker!Kazuha trying to quit smoking, eating artificial sweet lollipops to go through his withdrawal symptoms, resulting into craving something else, which is much sweeter.

C.w: smoker!Kazuha so mentions of smoking is mentioned alot, mention of weed and e-cigs too, twisted use of Lollipop (lmao you'll see), Oral (reader receiving), slight mentions of fingering, arguments mentioned, slight angst(?), Lmk if I missed anything <3

Unedited, pardon me for the mistakes, I'll proof read it later on </3

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Kazuha...had a little problem. Well it's no longer "little" per se, rather it was becoming something close to addiction. That being, smoking. College can be stressful and being a music major was getting to him. He found a release from the overwhelming stress from smoking, whether it was weed, e-cig or the classic tobacco packs.

Not to mention, living together was becoming hectic, boxes littered between the couch cushions, on the bedside table, in the cabinet of the bathroom, it was like a weird trip of treasure hunt for you. If you look carefully in the nook and crannies, you may just find your dear boyfriend's "release".

Having a proper talk with him and some words back and forth, even a little misunderstanding argument one or two here and there later, Kazuha made up his mind to quit it. It is not easy, infact he felt gloomy but what soured his mood more is the sudden distance between the two of you. This dumb "release" sure was taking a toll on you and the relationship between the two of you and he cursed himself for noticing it so late.

Now though, despite not having said a word to your partner in a while, the sudden smell of strong artificial strawberries and fruits hit you in the face when you came back home from your classes and part time job. noticing a crystal hollow bowl on the counter tables, filled with random lollies and candies. You connect the dots that the culprit of so many candies being none other than your boyfriend, he's trying to quit, you figured. But you were upset from the fight few days prior,

You only ever wished the best but got shut down.

"Y/n, you don't understand! It just helps me calm down, is that so bad?"

"'zuha, it's bad for you, babe." You gritted your teeth, "I'm only looking out for you!"

He scoffs, running his hand through his platinum blonde hair in a rough manner to control his building up frustration but he was failing at it. His soft vermillion eyes were long gone, the man you loved now looked at you with nothing but irritation painted oh so clearly in his eyes.

"Oh? That's very sweet of you but I didn't asked for your concerns now have I?"

You shake your head, trying to gain back composure, now it's not the time to dwell on the past that has gone by, even if it hurts. So you decided to remain distant to get over the whole thing and be normal.

Getting ready for bed, you notice the absence of your boyfriend, you begin to miss him, quite alot honestly. Familiar key juggling sounds brought you back to reality from the heart aching silence of your shared house and only when you creeped out of your room to see your boyfriend, you see kazuha getting in the apartment, quietly as possible.

You clear your throat, to which he yelps, dropping the loose plastic bag of goodies. "oh- it's you." He breathes, his lips curving up into a small smile, to which you awkwardly nodded at, he bents down to quickly snatch up the bag he carelessly let go off while being caught off guard as you shifted from toe to toe, uncomfortable and not knowing how to approach him. Being observant, he immediately noticed your demeanor towards him and felt his heart squeeze until it ached a bit. He wasnt liking the awkward air around the two of you, a total contrast to how you two usually are towards each other; carefree, comfortable and mostly, affectionate, really really affectionate. "Sooo.. uh" he lets out a dry laugh, "I was um- out, for uh you know for some-"

"to smoke?" You ask plainly, leaning against the door frame of your shared bedroom.

"huh? Oh, god no." He giggles sheepishly, "for these" he quickly rummaged through the plastic bag to pull out the intact pack of the familiar sweet scented lollipops you smelled when coming in the apartment. "Oh." You say, now scratching your arm, something you do when you're in an awkward position.

"yeahh, 'oh.'" kazuha grins, mocking you to clear up the air. His hands making quick work on the packets as he shoved one of the sweets in his mouth.

"what's the deal with you and all these candies?" You ask, walking closer to the counter he stood by, "to stop my cravings for a smoke, you know?" He gives a lopsided smile as he continues to suck on the lollipops.

"Oh and since tomorrow is a weekend, I was thinking we should watch a movie."

"Oh..movie?"

"mhmm", he smiles sweetly, "It's your turn to pick something, love." You hate how weak you are for him as you failed to stay cooped up in the room and let his hands guide yours to the couch, unable to say no.

Well, I guess a movie won't hurt. You think.

xxx

Well I guess you thought wrong. 15 minutes in, you sat beside him rather than on his lap like usual and awkwardly watched the movie, hardly paying any attention. There was no usual discussing between the two of you would have in the middle of watching movies or TV, others may get annoyed with this but you two loved to share feedbacks and talk about each fucking frame with one other, knowing each other's different opinions mattered to you both deeply but tonight there was none of that and it was becoming unbearable for Kazuha.

But then, he had a thought . He smirked to himself over it as he side-glances to see you trying to focus on what's going on in the movie. He was already cursing to himself seeing your lips puckered up slightly into a pout, trying your best to concentrate as you stayed leaning forward, your tank top leaving little to nothing to the imagination as your breasts almost were spilling out of the flimsy stretched out top.

"My love?"

"Huh?" As if pulled out of some trance, you look at him slightly, overdramatically Kazuha pouts, "This lollipop isn't sweet enough."

You frown, "I can smell it from here, I'm pretty sure it's too sweet infact from the artificial sweeteners, you know." You look at him as if he grew a third limb.

He throws his head back and let out a chuckle, finding it very amusing. To which you look away, the lazily tied up hair along with his comfy pajamas and the glazing bright light from the TV screen made Kazuha look irresistible and you didn't wish to be distracted now.

"I'm serious! C'mon, taste it for me"

"I-" before you could've finished your word, your boyfriend shoved the candy in your mouth, suddenly he was close, too close, too close to your face. His half lidded eyes looked at your wide ones and you realize the candy in your mouth was in his a second ago. "C'mon, suck." His 180° demeanor caught you off guard, you feel his hands brushing on your sides as he makes quick moves around you to cage you in on the uncomfortably small couch, unable to escape like a defenseless bunny infront of a predator. Without questioning though, you oblige, falling in the spiral abyss of his blown out eyes, the dilation almost turned his eyes black.

You suck, you suck it good enough for him as you dared not to break the intense eye contact.

"it's not sweet enough, right baby?"

Liar. It was sickly sweet or maybe it was just him.

Maybe it was just him, too sweet against your tongue as you now greedy suckle the piece of red candy, making your boyfriend let out a pleased hum.

"Its- too sweeth-" you talk, barely forming the sentence right as you licked the candy your boyfriend held against your mouth.

"too sweet?" He coos, pulling back his hand, removing the lollipop out of your mouth with a pop and proceeding to put it back in his mouth lazily to "confirm". He grins down at you, "now it's sweet." He inches closer, "now it's better." He groans, Taking out the stick only to crash his lips against yours. Red tinted lips from the candy now sucked on your bottom lip as his kisses grew rougher by each minute. You whine against his mouth, thoughts of staying away thrown at the back of your mind as you burned for more.

Pulling away, a string of saliva keep you both connected, "I know what can make this taste the sweetest" "what can-"

You gasp, slender fingers rubbed hard against the embarrassingly soaked spot on your pj shorts, grinding your hips to meet his hand and feel just a little more friction. "This-" the tip of his fingers penetrates you a little even with the shorts on and rubbed your folds all nice and right, "this pussy can make anything the sweetest, isn't that right my baby?" He teases,

"Stop- that's gross-" gross? It was downright nasty but that's what turned you both on. your words die down your throat as his hands make quick work against your shorts and lifts your supple thighs up on his shoulders as he bents down, impatiently pulling down the shorts, "oh, don't worry your pretty head, you just have to take it" he mutters as sweats made the baby hairs stick on his forehead, somehow making him look unimaginably attractive and his hot breathe fanned against your cunt, making you throb and feel light headed from the anticipation.

"You know I clean my mess up everytime right, baby?" He plants wet kisses and makes a trial from your thighs upto your clit. Savoring the wetness coating his lips and chin. Fuck, you were soaked. There's nothing Kazuha wouldn't do to dip his head down and cut the chase, eat you up until you're cumming nothing on his tongue but he had to be patient.

A little more.

"gimme the candy, sweet girl" he teases, you scowl and you lazily pass the lollipop to him as he kisses your clit again as a thank you and then shoving the candy back in his mouth to make it wet enough this time rather than taste it, afterall he has better things to savor against his tongue. "I need to taste you, okay love? Only you can make this sweeter for me" he slurs his words out, never looking up anymore and as if he's under a spell as his eyes flutters, without doing nothing to you as of yet but being beyond pussy drunk. two of his fingers spreads your lips and the moment the sticky ball makes contact with your slick, you whimper.

"kazuhaa" you whine, "you must've -lost your m-mind"

"maybe" he smirks, fastening the pace he had on the lollipop against your clit, the sudden speed of the ball of candy getting dragged had you embarrassingly more wet.

"Now for the taste~" he mumbles as he now slowly tries to penetrate you with the fucking lollipop. The look on your boyfriend face was nothing but just amusement and dark lust, seeing how your cunt even sucks up and swallows even the ball of candy inside with ease. Your eyes drifted below once again to see what has to be one of the most sinful sight. Your boyfriend with his hair messy, mouth agaped slightly and you could swear you're seeing him with hearts in his eyes and drool almost at the sight of his fingers pushing the stick of candy in and out of you slightly. His mouth waters up even further until he couldn't take it anymore.

"fuck this" he pants, throwing off the candy god knows where and pulling and squeezing your thighs as he nested his head in-between. Messily sucking and licking up all your nectar, the hint of the candy flavor was very clear against his tongue but mixed with the slight earthy taste of you truly made it much sweeter for his taste. You thrash and arch your back against his strong hold on your waist and hips made your efforts to be set free down the drain as he continues to savor and greedily taste up everything while plunging his long fingers inside now, adding more pleasure. Often muttering praises and teasing remarks of how much you're enjoying this. His one hand soon slide down to pull his cock out and jerk off to the incredibly erotic scene of you.

Crazy hair, blown out eyes, flushed cute face and your tits popping out of your shirt as you squeezed onto them while he ate you out and drank every drop of cum out of you.

Don't be mistaken, he's not done. With his new found discovery of how you are so much sweeter than any candy, it's a doubt if he's even pulling his tongue out of you tonight. You won't stop him now though, will you? You wanted him to quit right?

So be a good girl and give every drop of your sweet cum to your greedy boyfriend.

𝘼.𝙉: 𝘼𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃 𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙥𝙨𝙨𝙩𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣. 𝙆𝙖𝙯𝙪𝙝𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙥 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚 𝙄 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙙. 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩.𝙨𝙟𝙝𝙙𝙟𝙙𝙟𝙙𝙟𝙙𝙟𝙙𝙟 𝙃𝙊𝙋𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘽𝘼𝘽𝙄𝙀𝙎 𝙀𝙉𝙅𝙊𝙔𝙀𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎. 𝙆𝘼𝙕𝙐𝙃𝘼 𝙎𝙄𝙈𝙋𝙎, 𝙄 𝙃𝙊𝙋𝙀 𝙄 𝙁𝙀𝘿 𝙔𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙂𝙊𝙊𝘿, 𝙄𝙁 𝙉𝙊𝙏, 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙙𝙠 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙥 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛𝙛🧍🏽‍♀.

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[11:55] It was better with your eyes closed, you’d managed to decide that much. As your body trembled and you bit back the whines as Jeongin shifted on the bed you were very sure you did not want to see his face right now. In fact, you could pretend he wasn’t there. Simply pretend you had done all of that on your own and ignore the burning need in the pit of your stomach.

“What’s wrong, gumdrop? Aren’t you going to look at me?”

You could hear the teasing in his tone. No, more than that, you could feel it resonating in your bones, like it was sending a shiver through your body. You knew exactly what look was on his face at this moment, could sense that he was hovering over you, waiting for a response.

You let your head fall to the side with a “hmph” by way of response, proud of yourself for giving him 0 of the response that he wanted. You bite the inside of your cheek, willing any and all sounds to stay firmly lodged in your throat as you felt his fingers run along your thigh, tempting you.

“Come on, sugar bear, don’t be a brat now.” The sugary pet names rolled off his tongue with an equally sickly sweet tone. He did it so nonchalantly while giving you two sweet releases and pulling away just before you could get your third. He would never admit it but you thought he liked it a little too much, calling you something sweet while ruining you.

Your bottom lip jutted out in a pout. You opened your eyes, gazing off to the side and decidedly not at your menace of a boyfriend. Some part of you said you should say something, tell him he was wrong. But you didn’t trust your body to handle the task the way it should so you kept your mouth shut, opting to be huffy with him instead.

Jeongin wasn’t having it. His fingers found a firm grip on your chin. In one smooth movement he turned your head to face him.

“Don’t ignore me, lollipop,” he hummed, leaning in a little closer and finally capturing all of your attention. You tried not to stare at the way his lips and chin glistened with your juices. You completely ignoring the clenching of your core and swallowed back your whimper, letting out a hiccup instead.

“Talk to me, sweet pea, what do you want me to do?” He knew what he was doing. He was very aware and you knew it too. You strained your mind to find a perfect, pretty, eloquent response that would leave him stunned.

“N-N- c-c-c-” Your mouth utterly betrayed you, stumbling out needy sounds instead of one measly sentence.

The smirk on Jeongin’s lips only curled bigger. “What was that, sweets? I didn’t quite catch it.”

You could feel the heat on your skin as you opened your mouth again, a foolish thing to do. It was unfair how he made you so dumb, unable to form a real answer.

“I want you to stop being so mean and put that mouth to better use.”

“I-I p-p- b- m-m-m-” None of your thoughts were expressed in the series of sounds that made it past your lips and Jeongin chuckled at you. It was infuriating the way he affected you and he knew it too, watching you with glee and probably hoping your eyes would start to glimmer and your bottom lip would start to wobble. He loved messing with you too much.

“You poor thing,” he cooed, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. You melted into the kiss far faster than you should have and your body betrayed you again as Jeongin pulled back too quickly and you found yourself chasing his lips for more. He chuckled at you again, meeting your needy gaze with his own smug one.

“You just get so needy for me,” He said, the pride evident in his tone as he held your gaze. “There’s not a single thought left behind those pretty eyes, is there?”

You opened your mouth to respond but let out a moan as his fingers found their way between your legs, finally bringing back the stimulation you craved and wiping any fragments of thought from your mind.

“That’s what I thought, peaches” He hummed.

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dottores · 2 years

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LITTLE DARK AGE

haitani ran x fem!reader x haitani rindou

summary: eight years later, you finally return to tokyo and find yourself caught in the middle of a violent gang war between the two most ruthless criminal organizations of tokyo’s underworld, forced to choose between blood and love.

genre: bonten timeskip, angst, forbidden romance, childhood friends -> strangers -> lovers, 18+ MDNI

warnings: fem!reader, gang violence, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, explicit smut, polyamory, profanity, MCD, unedited, MTBA

chapter warnings: mentions of suicide

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CHAPTER Ⅵ. KNOW THAT IF YOU HIDE, IT DOESN'T GO AWAY

FIFTEEN YEARS EARLIER.

You sat outside the shop, a pout tugging at your lips, fingers twitching in your lap as you waited for the mechanics to finish up working on Mister Ayato’s car. You shot a long look back toward the inside of the shop, where Mister Ayato was standing and talking to a young, dark-haired man smoking a cigarette as he worked beneath the car.

Ran and Rindou had stopped meeting you to walk you back to the penthouse from school. The thought laid suffocating on your chest, and you felt as if a thousand weights had been placed on your shoulders. They had been out of the detention center for nearly four months now, after having been put away for a year, and they had changed while they were gone.

And you supposed you should have expected it--they were gone for a whole year and they had only been with you for a little over eight months but…

Your chest felt tight as you shoved your hands in your pockets trying to push away the increasingly dark thoughts and failing. It wasn’t like they had left entirely--they still show up for dinner and breakfast and they still come back to the penthouse and sleep there but they never tried to hang out with you anymore. Or, you suppose, Rindou didn’t anymore. Ran never did.

And it wasn’t fair, and maybe you were being selfish because they had no obligation to hang out with you and do things with you but you had been hoping that things went back to normal when they got back from the detention center, no matter how unreasonable of a thought that might have been.

Is it really that unreasonable? you thought to yourself mournfully. You didn’t think so--all you wanted to do was go out with them and spend time with them--or even if they didn’t want to be seen with you in public, you were fine with just relaxing around the penthouse with them, really! You just didn’t want to be alone.

You hated being alone.

“What’s your issue, kid?” an unfamiliar voice asked and you jumped, not even having heard someone approach. You turned, eyes narrowed as you examined the new arrival--a young man with tousled white hair and droopy lavender eyes, a lollipop stick dangled between his lips and you frowned, raising your chin.

“I don’t have an issue,” you said, pointedly looking away. You watched from the corner of your eye as the white-haired man raised his eyebrows before shrugging.

“Whatever,” he said, turning to walk away and your head snapped to the side, looking after him.

“My friends don’t really talk to me anymore!” the words burst from your lips before you could stop them, your face felt hot as the white-haired man looked back at you. You stared down at the ground, refusing to look at him, “W-well I suppose that’s not entirely true! They still talk to me but they don’t hang out with me anymore, and I find that really strange, you know? Because they live in the same penthouse as me and I’m unsure as to what I did wrong. They used to hang out with me all the time but every time I ask them now, or try to corner them, they make up some dumb excuse and leave.”

“Go hang out with other friends,” the white-haired man said and you shot a weak glare in his direction.

“I don’t have any other friends,” you muttered, and it was bitter to admit out loud. You had been so lonely while they had been in the detention center, counting down the days until they were released.

The white-haired man toyed with the lollipop stick in his mouth, “Go make other friends,” he said and you scowled looking away and rising to your feet.

“You’re no help,” you said, “Tell Mister Ayato I’m walking to the nearby park, he can pick me up there whenever his car is done. It’s boring waiting here.”

You didn’t wait for a response, a frown tugging at your lips as you started down the street back in the direction of the park you had seen on the way to the shop, hands shoved deep in your pockets and eyes trained down.

You heard a group laughing from the other side of the street and your eyes darted to the side, watching as a bunch of kids your age chased each other down the street. Your lips trembled and you let out another shaky breath, kicking at a stray pebble and watching it tumble down the street.

You missed them.

Your chest felt tight and an unwelcome feeling swept over you. You didn’t even know what you had done to make them distance themselves from you as they had. It had just been… well, as soon as they had come back, really.

Maybe you hadn’t visited them enough, you considered, fingers fiddling together. You tried your best to visit once or twice a week but you could only get to the detention center if Mister Ayato drove you there and he couldn’t make the trip all too often because he was busy.

You supposed you could have tried to push more but-

“-ion, enough.”

You turned your head, following the voice and peering down an alley, catching sight of a boy with blonde hair and a lion tattoo on the side of his head, metal glinted on his fingers as he brought his fist down on a limp body below him. Your eyes widened as you froze midstep, eyes trained on the bleeding, unmoving boy below him.

Your lips parted as if to say something but you weren’t even sure what you were going to say. You should leave, you knew you should be running in the other direction, Rindou and Ran had told you a billion times not to go fucking around with delinquents around the city--especially not in areas other than Roppongi but-

“Who the fuck are you?”

Your eyes widened as the blonde boy turned toward you--dark eyes narrowed in your direction, blood staining his face that he smeared as he took a step toward you, wiping at his cheek and mouth. He was older than you, probably Ran’s age, and your fingers shook as he eyed you.

“Oi, I asked you a fuckin-”

“Y/n?” a familiar voice asked and relief swept through you like a tidal wave as your gaze drifted behind the blonde and onto the oddly dyed hair of Rindou, eyes meeting his confused lavender ones. “The hell are you doing here?”

He sounded annoyed and the relief and excitement at seeing him gave way to embarrassment--especially as your eyes fell upon Ran standing behind Rindou, catching sight of his irritated expression.

You were bothering them?

Your throat felt tight at the realization--it wasn’t as if you had gone looking for them you just… stumbled upon them. Ran pushed himself off of the wall he was leaning on between two larger boys you didn’t recognize, his bangs swished in his face as he walked away from the group and toward you, a cold expression decorating his face, Rindou at his heels.

“Who the fuck is she?” the blonde repeated, “Don’t tell me you guys are already buying who-”

Ran hit him so hard over the back of the head that it nearly sent him barreling toward the ground. He let out a string of curses, dark eyes meeting Ran’s furiously but he paused at the tight expression on the older Haitani’s face.

“Watch your fucking mouth, Shion. She look like a fuckin’ whore to you?” Ran asked, voice low and the blonde, Shion, spared one more look toward you, eyeing you curiously.

“This is your girl?” a new voice asked and your gaze shot back toward where Ran had been, eyes falling on the larger of the two boys that had been standing next to Ran. Blue eyes flickered toward you but you couldn’t meet them, instead letting Ran shift to stand in front of you, eyes meeting Rindou’s as he grabbed your forearms, looking you over to make sure you weren’t hurt.

His thumbs ran over your skin gently and you paused at the unusually serious look in his eyes as his hands dropped from your forearm after realizing that you were unharmed.

“Yeah,” Ran said, “We’ll talk to you guys later, gonna walk her back.”

“Why don’t you let her hang?” Shion asked, still watching you from the corner of his eye, ignoring the way that Ran seemed to bristle at the comment.

“Let’s go,” Ran muttered, ignoring Shion and grabbing your arm, turning you around and dragging you away from the group of boys--as you turned, you caught sight of a platinum-haired boy with amethyst eyes trained sharply on you.

Ran was rough as he pulled you away from the group and down the road, his grip on your bicep was bruising and you winced, trying to tug away from him but his grip only tightened, tears stung at your eyes, you grit your teeth together tight.

“Ran, you’re hurting me,” you gasped as he tugged you around another corner and down an alley, letting go of your bicep and letting you stumble forward.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Ran demanded, voice venomous, and you flinched at the words, drawing back until your back pressed against the wall. Your throat closed up as you parted your lips as if to respond, but Ran didn’t give you the chance, “How many times have we told you not to go following us out here-”

“I wasn’t,” you tried to say but your voice faltered under Ran’s furious stare. You steeled yourself, fists tight at your side as you tried again, “I was not following the two of you. Mister Ayato was in the area getting his car worked on. I was on my way to the park to wait for him to finish because it was taking too long.”

“So what? You decided to wander around on your own?” Ran spit out, “Shibuya isn’t Roppongi, y/n. It’s fuckin’ dangerous over here. Roppongi is safe because we took it over from Max Maniacs--where do you think all of the fuckers that refused to listen to us went after we took over? Here. They came here.”

Your face felt hot as embarrassment flooded through you, Rindou wouldn’t meet your eyes, and you didn’t want to look at Ran, “Hey, look at me,” Ran snapped, noticing how you were avoiding his gaze. Reluctantly, you pulled your gaze back up from the ground to look at him. His jaw was clenched tight, he inhaled deeply as if trying to calm himself down, “Y/n, you can’t-”

“I can’t what?” you snapped--or tried to, at least, your voice cracked over your words, “You guys-” you took in a breath trying to steady yourself, “You guys don’t do anything with me anymore. And you don’t tell me anything except ‘don’t go there,’ ‘stay away from here,’ ‘we’ll see you later,’ ‘we’ll hang out another time’ except you never do! I never see you later and you never hang out with me later, and it’s not fair.”

“It’s not fair?” Ran gaped, “We’re trying to fucking protect you, y/n. You’re being immature.”

You stared at him. Your ears rung

Immature, you bit your lip hard, trying to stop it from trembling. Immature, they think you’re immature.

Were you being immature?

You didn’t think you were--you just missed them, and wanted to know what you did for them to start distancing themselves from you so suddenly. You didn’t get it--how they were preaching about protecting you as if avoiding you protected you in any way.

“I’m being immature?” You hated how weak your voice sounded. Ran shut his mouth immediately at your words, you stepped closer to him, hands trembling, “Immature?” Ran didn’t respond and Rindou looked half ready to step between the two of you, resolve weakened at the sight of the tears building in your eyes, “You guys treat me like a pet to come home to. I don’t understand what I did wrong, why don’t you do things with me anymore?”

“We don’t want to get you involved with this, y/n,” Rindou murmured, finally speaking up, “It’s dangerous and-”

“So you think you can just keep it separate? I’ve been involved since the day I stopped on the street to help you guys,” you said, looking between them, before focusing on Rindou, “They already know who I am, Rindou. From the trial. A bunch of them were there when I lied on the stand. You can’t just hide this from me, or try to avoid me or distance yourself or whatever bright idea you have and think that everything will work out fine.”

Neither Rindou or Ran spoke, nor did they meet your eyes, and you hated it, you could feel the anxiety clawing at your chest, “I just want things to go back to normal,” you said shakily, “and maybe that is immature of me but I don’t care. I miss you guys. I don’t like this.”

Rindou shared a look with Ran, one that you couldn’t quite decipher but in that brief moment, they seemed to have a full-on conversation with each other. “Things are getting more dangerous,” Ran finally said but all of the heat was gone, “And it’s only going to keep getting more dangerous, we-”

“That doesn’t mean you have to cut me off,” you said.

“We’re not cutting you off,” Rindou immediately protested, a hurt look spreading across his face, “We would never-”

“It feels like it,” you said and Rindou froze mid-sentence, lips parted as he stared at you, as if he hadn’t even realized how their actions were coming across, “You guys barely talk to me anymore except at like dinner--assuming you even show up. And whenever I try to hang out with you guys, you brush me off. And even when you do talk to me, it’s really dry.”

“We don’t want you to get hurt,” Ran said and you looked up, eyes meeting his, he didn’t look as confident in his words as he had looked a few moments ago and you took the opportunity to deliver another blow.

“How are you going to stop me from getting hurt if you’re never around?”

Ran went silent, gaze drifting away from you. Rindou couldn’t look you in the eyes, instead looking down at the ground. You waited a few moments, waited for one of them to say something, but neither spoke up. You let out a breath, considering your words, “I just-’m not asking for you to bring me to all of your dumb gang hang outs. I just don’t want to be alone all the time. You guys don’t even walk with me to school and back home anymore,” your voice cracked, you swallowed and looked up at the sky, “and I get you don’t want to tell me everything but like it would help me understand better, and be less sad when you guys have to blow me off to do other things instead of just being like ‘gotta go.’”

“We don’t want to involve you more than you already are,” Ran said half-heartedly, “It’s dangerous-”

“I’m not asking you to,” you said, “I’m asking you to stop avoiding me, and lying to me, and ignoring me. I just want you to spend time with me again, and tell me what’s going on so I can understand.”

Neither of them responded, again. You grit your teeth, “Please,” you said, and they both finally looked at you, “at least promise me that you won’t try to hide this from me anymore--hiding it isn’t just going to make all of the stuff you’re worried about disappear, and if I don’t know, I won’t know what to look out for either, y’know? So promise me you’ll be more open, at least.”

Ran stared at you for a moment, once again looking at Rindou, having a silent conversation that you couldn’t quite understand before Ran turned his attention back toward you.

“Fine,” he said and you swore your heart leaped in your chest at his words, eyes brightening, the heavy weight on your shoulders disappearing momentarily, “we promise.”

—-

PRESENT

“Man, I think the last time we talked was in Munich! Can you believe it’s really been six years?”

Your head was light and you felt dizzy, you swore your vision was spotted as you looked back over your shoulder, eyes catching the glittering dark ones of Gunter Krüger as he waved at you, a wide smile decorating his lips. It took all of your self-control trying not to let the distress become visible on your face, and you weren’t even sure if you were succeeding.

No way, you thought to yourself, tongue darting out to wet your dry lips but you were looking at him, you were looking at him, he was in front of you and-

“You good, y/n? Look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Krüger laughed easily as he approached you, mocking you. He was mocking you because he knew that you thought you were looking at a ghost--a ghost of your past that you hadn’t ever expected to encounter again because- “Didn’t expect to see you around these parts,” Krüger nodded, reaching out to squeeze your bicep just a bit too tight, the smile on his face thinned for just a second, his eyes flashed cold, “or well, maybe I did.”

The add-on was cryptic, his voice was low, your eyes met his dark ones and you caught the chilling look in his eyes. He knows, you swore you felt as if the room was caving in around you, all thoughts of Ran and Rindou and stress about Hanma and Kawaragi flushed away as you stared at the new arrival.

He knows, you wanted to throw up--how did he know? How was he even here?

Look like you’ve seen a ghost, you thought bitterly, a ghost, a ghost, because he is one. Or should be one. He should be dead, he was supposed to be dead.

He should be dead. His grip tightened on your bicep, it hurt.

How was he here? Your mind was running at a million miles a second, trying to put together the pieces, trying to figure out what had happened but it was impossible to put together a puzzle that you only had half of the pieces to. He was dead--you knew he was dead, your uncle had confirmed it, Takuya had confirmed it, you had gone to his fucking funeral.

“L/n-san, I’m sorry for your loss. I know you had been close to both of the Krüger brothers, it must be difficult having lost them both in such a short period of time.”

You couldn’t breathe, you had to relax, don’t let it show on your face.

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.

But you couldn’t, you couldn’t. Your heartbeat wouldn’t slow down, your breath was becoming erratic, shaky. Calm down, you thought desperately, eyes unconsciously seeking out help from the nearest source of familiarity. Your gaze met Rindou’s, and you swore the only thing that grounded you to your current reality was the bruising grip on your bicep.

-- y/n, what’s going on? you could see him begging, eyes searching yours for any sort of answer. You knew he and Ran must have a million questions for you--why were you with Hanma Shuji and Kawaragi Senju? Why were you really back in Tokyo? Why were you at the auction? Who the fuck was this guy? Where have you been the past eight years? Why didn’t you ever reach out to them? Why were you on the opposite side? Why weren’t you standing with them, where you belong?

You couldn’t answer them, you didn’t know if you’d ever be able to answer them. You shouldn’t even be looking at him--Hanma would notice, Kawaragi would notice, they would see you looking at him and question why but his eyes were the only thing stopping you from spiraling because Gunter Krüger should be buried six feet under, you had watched them lower his casket into the ground six years ago when he killed himself after his wife and brother had been killed during the Munich incident.

“C’mon,” Krüger complained, leaning in close—his eyes were bright, dancing with something that didn’t sit right in your stomach, something that just wasn’t quite all there compared to the friendly, calm tone of his voice, “Not even gonna say hi? Thought we were closer than that, y/n.”

All of those nights out with him and his wife and brother, laughing, drinking, playing those dumb board games that his brother carried with him wherever he went. All of those mornings where you would meet his wife and brother for coffee before long grueling, merger meetings between Izanami and Suvala. The dragging days that you only barely managed to push through because of the two of them making it less hellish.

“I don’t know what to do, I-I-the Suvala board, they’re backing me into a corner, they’re gonna end up absorbing Izanami, I can’t figure out-”

“I’ll handle it.”

His grip on your bicep tightened even more, you parted your lips as if to say something but no words came out and even if they did come out, you weren’t even sure what you were trying to say. Rindou’s fists were tight at his side, he looked as if he were about to step forward and silently, you begged him not to. You had been so fucking careful in making sure Hanma and Kawaragi didn’t suspect any prior connections between you and Bonten. Don’t ruin it, don’t ruin it-

He didn’t have to. Just as you swore Rindou was about to step toward Krüger with a raised fist, the hand on your bicep was ripped off. Your gaze shifted to the side, eyes wide as they landed on the tattooed hand of Hanma Shuji gripping Krüger’s wrist so tight that you swore it was about to snap.

“Watch yourself,” Kawaragi said sharply before nodding at you, lips pressed together. Hanma’s other hand reached out, pressing against your back to push you forward away from Krüger, deeper into the auction hall. You spared one last look back toward Rindou, catching the angry expression and watching as he tried to take half a step in the direction of where Hanma and Kawaragi were leading you off to but Kokonoi Hajime stepped in front of him, stopping him from following the three of you.

“What was that all about?” Kawaragi asked, voice sharp, “who was that?”

“I need to get in contact with my uncle,” you said, grateful that your voice wasn’t as shaky as your hands, “immediately.”

“Ichirou is in a meeting until later,” Hanma said and your gaze shot toward him—you hadn’t known that. How high up is he in this organization? “Who was that?”

You stared at him, throat tight. How much did they already know about Munich? They were all clearly at least somewhat aware of it from what you could tell at the meeting the other day but you didn’t want to tell them more than necessary. You didn’t want to tell them anything but…

Your gaze drifted back to Krüger, barely catching sight of the head of blonde hair as he made friendly conversation with a dark-haired man that you didn’t recognize--you made sure to take a note of the face, eyes darting around to see if there were any cameras in the building and frowning when you couldn’t find one. You’d have to do your best to remember, or try to snap a photo--your skin crawled as the thought passed through your head. That’s not a good idea.

“-if the tabloids get-”

“You don’t have to worry about that, that won’t happen.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I just am.”

A chill ran down your spine--you’d have to remember, burn his face into your memory and try to get a name for Takuya to look into. You had a feeling trying to record or take pictures in this place was a bad, bad idea. You needed to figure out what was going on--how Krüger was here, why he was here.

He’s here for you, you knew deep down. It’s the only reason he would be in Japan, at this event.

‘Or well, maybe I did,’ you recalled his words anxiously--he knew you were going to be at the event, or even if he didn’t know you were going to be at that exact event, he was implying that he knew that he’d be able to find you at events like these.

And how the fuck would he know that unless he knew of your role in what happened at Munich?

Your head hurt. You needed to calm down, settle before all of this actually started. You needed to be in control before the auction began. You had to get the weapons and you had-

Rindou and Ran.

There were too many variables, you felt overwhelmed. Rindou, Ran, the weapons, Krüger. It was too much. Too fucking much, there was too much at stake, one slip up-

“Who was that?” Hanma repeated and you let out a long breath. You turned your head back toward him, eyes lingering on the two familiar purple heads of hair in the near distance before your eyes met his amber ones.

You could still smell the garlic-like odor, the blood, you could feel the heat on your skin, the heavy smoke and you could hear the screams of the civilians on the street around you as people rushed toward the building to try to help find survivors.

What were you supposed to do? You didn’t know. You hated not knowing--you could barely even think straight, he had thrown you off, there was too much at stake that was too important to you, Rindou and Ran, the weapons, Krüger.

He was here for you. He wouldn’t have shown up if he didn’t have something planned.

What if you were in danger?

What if you being in danger put Rindou and Ran in danger?

You had to make a decision.

It’s risky, you wanted to scream at yourself, too risky, you can’t-

What other choice do you have?

You swallowed thickly, eyes darting around to make sure that no one was close enough to overhear. You took in a deep breath, a heavy feeling settling over you.

Be careful what you tell them.

“What exactly do you know about what happened in Munich six years ago?”

---

You could feel Ran’s eyes on you from the left and resentment rolled off of Rindou in suffocating waves from the right.

They were trying to corner you.

You felt distinctly like a gazelle in tall grass, hunted by predators that you couldn’t quite see but you knew were there. Your heartbeat picked up when you caught movement from the corner of your eye--Ran stepping closer.

You had to move, find another person to talk to before they could corner you. Your eyes fell upon a familiar face halfway across the room--a man you had met while traveling, a businessman from Switzerland, a major player in the pharmaceutical industry. You hadn’t realized he was involved in this, and by the surprised expression on his face as he caught sight of you, he hadn’t expected you to be either.

You let a wide smile split onto your face, raising your hand in a friendly wave as you started in his direction as soon as you noticed the brothers starting to close in on you.

“You’re not gonna win,” you almost jumped at the sound of the new arrival, eyes darting to the side to fall upon Mina who approached you from behind, voice a low murmur. He followed you in the direction of Meier, distantly, you noticed the furious expression that crossed across Ran and Rindou’s faces once they realized you had managed to slip away for a third time, and then the way their expressions dipped into a more extreme rage when they recognized the man standing next to you. You knew they were well beyond frustrated, knowing that they couldn’t call out for you to stop the bullshit without giving everything away, but you couldn’t let them catch up to you and give them a chance to start questioning you. You couldn’t. “This little game of cat and mouse you’re playing with them, they’re gonna catch you eventually.”

“Shut up, where have you even been?” you muttered, shooting him a withering look, but he didn’t get a chance to respond before you rose your voice to call out to Meier, “Meier!” you greeted, “How’ve you been?”

You slipped into another meaningless conversation, mind only barely there as you talked about the markets, and competition, and world politics, and pretty much everything except what the two of you were doing at this auction. Your lips moved on automatic and you were grateful for the years of practice that allowed you to hold simple conversation while your mind ran amok.

Service in the auction hall was terrible. Hanma was out trying to get in contact with Sugawara or your uncle--their knowledge on Munich had been minimal, which you were grateful for but you didn’t need to explain much for them to know that you might be in deep shit.

“I can just kill him,” Hanma had said, looking back toward where Krüger was holding conversation with two other men.

“Don’t be dumb,” Kawaragi snapped, “We don’t know what insurances he’s put in place in the case of his death. For all we know he could have something set to leak if he’s killed.”

You weren’t so sure that was the case--your gaze drifted back to Krüger as you laughed at something Meier said, watching how he talked casually with a small group, forcing yourself not to stiffen when his eyes flickered up to you and his smile widened. You had a distinct feeling that if he had all of the information he needed, he’d have done something with it by now.

He’s planning something else, you felt cold, you didn’t like it. You hated not knowing.

Kawaragi must have dipped out of sight when Mina showed up--you couldn’t spot her anymore, she had been standing nearby with a large, darker-skinned man with a platinum crew cut and a smaller man with long, striped hair. The smaller man was still lingering in the area but Kawaragi and the other man were gone.

Something was wrong. You didn’t like it, your skin was crawling and your chest felt heavy. Meier broke off to go get another glass of wine, you glanced back at where Krüger had been standing with that small group, eyes widening when you noticed him slipping out of the auction hall.

“Follow him,” you told Mina sharply, yellow eyes narrowed on you, “Now, Mina, don’t let him leave your sight. I’ll be fine.”

Mina took in a deep breath, eyeing Rindou and Ran who were once again starting to close in on you before nodding, “Don’t leave their sight,” he muttered before making his way after Krüger.

Wonderful, you thought to yourself, don’t leave their sight but don’t let them get close enough to corner you.

Your gaze darted around, trying to figure out what direction to flee to next so they couldn’t catch you. Your expression dropped when you realized that the only way out was either down through a side hall or back across the vast room toward where Kokonoi Hajime was talking to the dark-haired, scarred man, where they’ve been there watching you outmaneuver Rindou and Ran for almost an hour now. As if they could smell your intent, Kokonoi and the other man looked up at you, sharing a look and then glancing at Rindou and Ran before pointedly walking in the opposite direction.

Fuckers, you thought viciously, eyes darting back toward the nearby side hall. You could go down it but you didn’t know where it led to--it could easily be a dead end and then you’d be trapped. Did you have any other choice?

Your eyes met Ran’s.

Don’t you dare, he told you.

You glanced at Rindou, who was too close for comfort.

We’ll chase you, Rindou warned.

You turned on your heel and walked toward the side hall, pace just a bit too fast to be considered normal and as soon as you turned the corner, out of sight from the other auction goers, you took off.

Your heels slammed against the tiles, and you could hear Rindou and Ran cursing as they chased after you. They were faster than you, they always had been--whenever you made them play tag or manhunt when you were kids, they’d never have any trouble catching you. You couldn’t count the number of times you found yourself tackled to the ground by Rindou, knees and hands cut up, leaves tangled in your hair because he had taken his job far too seriously, Ran laughing in the background as the two of you tumbled down a hill.

Your throat felt tight at the memory.

“Rindou! Get her before she runs into the forest!”

“Rindou! Grab her before she turns down another hall!” Ran snapped and your eyes widened when you realized they were closer than you had thought, trying to push against the ground faster.

You let out a string of violent curses when you felt a hand wrap around your waist, desperately trying to break free of Rindou’s bruising grip to no avail. His other hand darted forward to grab the other side of your waist, securing you in his hold and a wave of helplessness washed over you.

“Let me go,” you spat, squirming in Rindou’s grasp, “Are you crazy? What if someone sees?”

What if someone sees? Hanma, Kawaragi, one of the two men she was with.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” Ran demanded as Rindou’s grip tightened on your waist as you tried to squirm free, holding you close to him. Your breath was quick as panic began to take over.

Fuck.

Your gaze shot up toward Ran, eyes meeting his hard lavender ones, his jaw was clenched tight and his throat bobbed as your gazes met. His eyes left yours to look behind you, double checking that nobody was around to spot the three of you before he stepped closer and you couldn’t breathe. They were too close--Rindou’s chest was pressed against your back and his arms were tucked tight around your waist, holding you still against him, and Ran was right in front of you, bringing his hand up to curl around your jaw to hold your head in place as you tried to look away.

You hated the conflicted expression on his face, as if he knew that he didn’t have much time and couldn’t figure out what to say.

“Why are you here?” his voice was low, barely over a rasp and you knew that he wasn’t asking why you were at the auction--you could see it in his eyes what he was really asking, why are you on the opposite side? Why aren’t you with them? What are you doing?

You couldn’t turn your head away but you directed your gaze toward the ground, trying to figure out what the fuck you were supposed to say to them.

“Hey, look at me,” he said sharply, squeezing your cheeks slightly to get your attention, and your eyes instinctively darted back up to meet his. “Why? Answer me.”

“Not here,” you shook your head as best as possible, “Ran, we can’t do this here, someone can walk down the hall any minute.”

“Then when?” you almost flinched at Rindou’s voice next to your ear, “When?” he asked again, voice harsher.

You didn’t know, and you could only stare ahead--you were sure Ran could read every emotion running through your head as he searched your eyes for answers. “What are you doing here?” the heat in his voice was gone, his hand dropped from your face but you didn’t use the newfound freedom to turn your head away, instead only watching him with a heavy feeling in your heart.

“You know what I’m doing here,” your voice was little over a whisper, the words physically hurt to speak and from the way Ran’s lips tightened at them, from the way his jaw clenched, it hurt them to hear just as much as it hurt you to say.

“Do we?” Rindou’s grip on your waist tightened where Ran had let go, “‘cause a lot of things aren’t really adding up right now, y/n. Why the fuck did you come meet us the other day if you’re…” he didn’t finish the sentence, instead you could feel him shake his head, “and why did you send that message? You warned us. And before, you pretended not to know us. What’s really going on?”

You didn’t know how to respond. You couldn’t do this here, it was too risky, what the fuck were they thinking?

“I didn’t know,” you said, giving them a half-answer, “I went to meet you guys the night I came back, I met with my uncle the morning after.”

Don’t press, you pleaded internally even though you knew the request was futile.

“The message? Before?” Rindou questioned.

Fuck.

“The message was just that, a message, it’s not on me if you took it as a warning. It’s not what it was meant to be,” you lied, “and before was for my sake. Not yours. I didn’t want Hanma and Kawaragi to know I knew any of you prior.”

“You’re lying,” Ran said and you let out an irritated breath.

Could they read you that well still or were they just throwing out hail mary guesses? You didn’t know.

Calm down, you’ve been thrown off guard all night, get in fucking control before you fuck up beyond fixing.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Control yourself.

Your hands curled around Rindou’s wrists, yanking them off of your hips. He let go of you and you dropped back to your feet, smoothing out your suit. You took a step back, steeling your face and looking at them both.

“I am not,” you said, watching as Ran’s brows furrowed as he studied you, taken aback by the sudden change in demeanor, Rindou’s lips twisted down. “Believe what you want. It’s not my job to convince you otherwise. I answered your questions, now get out of my way. I need to get back to the auction hall.”

Ran’s lips parted, an expression of disbelief masking his face, “What is your problem?” he asked, “Stop with the bullshit, tell us what’s going on, it’s just us right now, we have time. Explain, we-“

“Why are you with South?” Rindou snapped, interrupting Ran, “Why the fuck are you with him? You looked comfortable with him, like you’ve been around him for a while. How long has he been with you? You better not have been with him this whole time when you wouldn’t even answer our fucking calls.”

Your chest ached, you opened your mouth to speak but Ran was already talking again, reaching forward to grab your wrist, “The guy from before, who is he? You were scared—tell us what’s going on, we can help. Are they threatening you?”

They were tag-teaming you, barely giving you a chance to register what the other had said before they jumped on top to add on. You were getting overwhelmed. You had to put a stop to it.

“Threatening me?” you asked just as Rindou started to speak again, and you hated the way that Ran drew back at your words. Krüger, Krüger, you had almost forgotten about him in your panic. You couldn’t do this—you didn’t know what he knew, what he had planned. You couldn’t risk dragging them down with you and you didn’t want them to know about Munich.

Push them away. If they’re close to you, they’re more at risk—from Sugawara, from Krüger, from you. You were a fucking danger to them.

You were a danger to them.

Maybe you should tell them the truth, they’d be able to prepare better knowing the truth, but as soon as the thought crossed your mind you knew that it wasn’t an option. You worked tirelessly to make sure they didn’t get caught up in your shitshow—and maybe they had already been wrapped up in their own shitshow, yeah, but yours had just gotten exponentially worse in a very short amount of time.

Maybe if it was still just Sugawara’s group versus Bonten, you would be able to be more honest with them. But you knew, you knew, once they knew the truth they wouldn’t let you go. They’d keep pushing and pushing trying to protect you, just as they always had, except this time they’d push until they got themselves killed.

Killed.

You couldn’t risk it—not until you knew more about Krüger, who he was working with, what he wanted, what he had planned. He was an unknown variable right now, one that you couldn’t just ignore or take lightly.

You had taken everything from him and you knew he wouldn’t hesitate to do the same to you. You knew it.

You’d find them and tell them the truth once you knew more—tell them the truth and apologize and pray to god that they would forgive you even though you knew you didn’t deserve it.

“They’re not threatening me, Ran,” you said, and you hated how cold your voice was and you hated how Ran drew back, how Rindou tried to wipe away the hurt that spread across his face before you could see it. “They gave me a choice. I chose to help my uncle.”

“You chose-“ Ran couldn’t even finish the sentence, gaping at you, evidently too stunned to even be angry, “You chose to get involved with this? After you knew that we were on the oppos-“

“Yes,” you said and the look on Ran’s face, the fury in Rindou’s eyes made you sick to your stomach, “Don’t look at me like that,” please, “you asked for answers and I’m giving you them.”

“You’re fucking lying,” Rindou spit, taking a step closer to you, “you’re fuckin’ lying to us again. You’re always fucking lying.”

“Just because my answer isn’t the one you wanted to hear doesn’t mean that I’m lying.”

Ran’s expression dropped but your words only seemed to spur Rindou’s anger on even further. Rindou shook his head, taking another step closer to you, “You-“

“Ran, Rindou,” your eyes shot behind the brothers, focusing on the scarred man with dark hair who had walked down the side hall from the direction the three of you had come from, “We need to head in, the auction’s about to start.”

“Give us a minute,” Rindou said, turning his attention back onto you, “Y-”

“We need to go now,” the dark-haired man interrupted Rindou, “You know how Kokonoi and Sanzu get when they’re left alone with each other.”

“Then fucking go, Kakucho,” Rindou snapped, whipping back around, “Fuck, we’ll meet you in there, we-”

Ran grabbed Rindou’s arm, silencing him, “Let’s go,” he said and Rindou paused, looking back at him in surprise.

“Ran-“ he began but Ran didn’t give him the chance to finish what he was going to say, his lips were pulled down and his eyes were heavy, he wouldn’t look at you.

“I said, let’s go,” Ran’s voice was loud, sharp—both you and Rindou physically flinched at the tone, “We’re wasting our time.”

Wasting our time, his words rang through your head on repeat. He didn’t mean that--you knew he didn’t, you could see it in his eyes but-

You hurt him, you knew you did. Ran built high, nigh-impenetrable walls around his heart. It took a long time for him to let you in originally—he had been hesitant, untrusting, fearful because you knew now that he hated letting people in, Ran loved deeply, too deeply, and it scared him. It made him feel a loss of control and you knew that it made him anxious.

To hear you all but admit that you chose this… chose this knowing they were on the opposite side.

Breathe in, breathe out. You wanted this, didn’t you?

But it was different seeing it happen in front of you, witnessing their reactions. You had no right to be upset, you reminded yourself, this was your decision. You were doing what was best—once you knew more about Krüger…

He and Rindou shared a look--they were having a conversation without you and Kakucho, an argument. After a few moments, Rindou looked away.

Whatever they were arguing about, Ran won.

Ran turned and walked back the way they had come without another word, disappearing with Kakucho around the corner and Rindou lingered for a moment, eyes searching yours for any sort of sign that maybe you were being forced to say this, maybe you were still the girl they used to know all those years ago and it took all of your self-control for you to not crumble under his stare.

Finally he shook his head, looking at you one last time as he turned to follow Ran, “I know you’re lying,” he said, but you weren’t sure if he was telling you or trying to convince himself, “I know you’re fuckin’ lying, y/n. You can’t hide this shit from us. We’ll figure it out.”

And it hurt, it hurt watching them walk away even though you knew it was for the best, that you needed them to stay away from you until you understood what was going on so you could keep them safe. Getting them involved now with as little information as you had… it would be damning, you’d get them killed.

But it hurt, your chest ached as Rindou glanced back once as he turned the corner to go back to the auction hall and you wanted to call out to him--call his name, say sorry, break down and tell him that you’ve missed them, that you wished things were different but you couldn’t. And Rindou watched you, waiting for one final sign before he pressed his lips together and disappeared around the corner.

Better luck next time, you thought bitterly, hands shaking at your side, shoulders dropping now that you were finally alone, letting your guard fall and mask crumble.

And you knew they would be mad at you once you inevitably told them the truth, that they might not even forgive you because you had made them promise so many fucking times not to hide stuff from you and they held themselves to the promise and you couldn’t even give them the same courtesy back.

It’s different, you tried to convince yourself. It’s different, you made them promise that about petty delinquent stuff, this was different. Dangerous, could get you killed, them killed, your uncle killed.

It’s different.

“There you are,” you froze, looking over your shoulder, eyes meeting Hanma Shuji’s familiar amber ones. “Been looking for you.”

You felt cold. How much had he overheard?

But Hanma made no sign of acknowledgment, instead pressing his hand to your back to get you moving forward back toward the auction hall, “C’mon, it’s about to start.”

Your heart was in your throat as he led you back into the main room, and your eyes darted around as soon as you stepped into the hall, trying and failing to catch sight of Rindou and Ran amongst the masses of people.

Hanma eyed you curiously as he led you down the aisles toward the back rows of the auction hall, his gaze was stifling and you wanted nothing more than to disappear into the floor. Had he seen? He couldn’t have, there was no way, but you knew you were only trying to convince yourself.

He motioned for you to take a seat and you frowned, glancing at him suspiciously as you moved into the row, letting him take the aisle seat.

“Where is Kawaragi?” you asked, looking pointedly at the empty seat next to you.

“Sugawara asked her to check the storerooms,” he murmured, “She’ll probably be gone for a bit, from what I remember the storerooms are pretty deep down in the building and at the far end. I doubt she’ll be back any time soon.”

“What’s she checking those for?” a strange feeling swept over you--one that didn’t sit right.

Hanma shrugged, “Fuck if I know,” he slung an arm around your shoulder, you gave him a flat stare, he looked unperturbed. He leaned his head in close, lips brushing your ear, “So, that thing you were hiding at the meeting…” his voice was a low, mocking sing-song, dread pooled in your stomach, “the Haitanis, huh?”

Your blood ran cold, your expression dropped, you eyed Hanma from the corner of your eye--you hated the smile that was curling at his lips.

“Relax,” he chuckled, leaning the side of his head against the top of yours, “It’ll stay our little secret for now, yeah?”

For now, the words laid heavy on your chest and you stared forward, hyper-aware of the arm around your shoulders and the head laying on top of yours. You felt as if the weight on your shoulders tripled and the air around you became suffocating.

Who the fuck was Hanma Shuji and what did he want?

You didn’t get the chance to say anything else as the auctioneer began speaking. You tuned it out, lost in your own thoughts. What the fuck did this mean? What did Hanma want from you?

You didn’t know, you hated not knowing. You hated it. You hated it. You hated it.

You eyed him from the corner of your eye, he didn’t move away from you, much to your dismay, instead only staying leaned up against you as he watched the auctioneer begin the bidding for the first item.

“Can you… get off?” you muttered and he only hummed, as if he hadn’t heard you. You repeated yourself, more irritated, and he did the same thing. Your eye twitched when you realized he was being purposefully difficult.

What the fuck did he want?

The question bounced around your head and you hated that you couldn’t answer it. Money? Power? Those were two of the most common motivations for men that you’ve come across but you had a feeling that Hanma Shuji was not like the other men you’ve encountered in the past. His eyes were too sharp, calculating, knowing; his smile was too playful. You felt as if you were playing a losing game that you didn’t know you had started playing whenever he walked in the room. His right hand rubbed circles on your arm, punishment glared back at you as you scowled down at the unwelcome touch.

You looked away, an unsettling feeling sweeping over you suddenly.

Your eyes drifted back around the auction hall, toward the opposite row of seats, looking over the heads of people, searching for Rindou and Ran again. Where are they? You couldn’t spot them or any of the other Bonten executives anywhere and it had your hair on end.

What if-

“Three million yen,” you looked in the opposite direction, toward the left side of the auction hall and your eyes fell upon Kokonoi Hajime leaning back casually in his seat.

He was looking at you already, as if waiting to see, testing, testing to see if you would bid on anything other than the weapons and you nearly scowled, unwilling to waste your money more than necessary. You were already certain that you were going to liquidate all of your assets in the Philippines for this and maybe even in New Zealand too, you added mournfully.

You pointedly looked away from him, intent on finding Rindou or Ran instead but your eyes fell upon a different familiar face, one that made you double take once you realized who you were looking at--Krûger? What… Shouldn’t he be…

Where is Mina?

You straightened, unease rapidly shooting through you, gaze darting around as you tried to spot your friend to no avail. Hanma seemed to sense your sudden distress, frowning at you as he sat up.

“What are you-?”

In the distance, there was a sharp, loud boom--the auction hall quieted at once. You faltered, sharing a look with Hanma as you looked around briefly, trying to figure out what that had been--explosives? A grenade?

Hanma’s brows furrowed, his lips tightened, one hand reached out to curl around your bicep as he looked around, trying to figure out what had happened. Your gaze darted around the room, catching sight of Krüger rising to his feet, a concerned look sweeping over his face.

Your eyes didn’t linger on him for long, instead searching two familiar heads of purple hair in the crowd on the opposite side of the room. You caught sight of one--Rindou, you spotted, eyes meeting his alarmed lavender ones as his head swiveled around the room.

Where’s Ran? you wanted to ask but you knew the answer to his question from the thinly concealed panicked look in his eyes. Your throat felt swollen, you tried to stand up, go to look for him as a sick, dark feeling began to stir in your gut.

A familiar dark feeling. The same one you had felt six years ago before it all happened.

Hanma’s grip on your arm tightened, holding you in place.

A louder explosion--much louder, shrieks sounded from around you and your blood ran cold as the entire building shook.

Garlic, blood, smoke, no. There was no way, no-

Everything was happening too fast--too slow? It felt like everything was happening in slow motion but fast enough that you couldn’t react in time.

Where’s Ran? you wanted to scream at Rindou, who was staring at you, lips parted in shock, eyes wide. Rindou, Rin, something bad was about to happen, you had to get to Rindou, you had to find Ran, you-

And then you were being thrown to the ground, a large body being thrown on top of yours just as the walls blew in and the floors blew upwards from behind the stage.

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