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curly-bangtan · 4 years

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Heatwave Anniversary Drabble: i miss u like ... a lot (M)

[Heatwave // Godless // Heatwave Drabbles] <- read first! but this drabble can be read alone

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Summary: One night until Taehyung is back from his boys’ trip but you miss him too much.

Genre: fluff, smut, kinda crack?, boyfriend/established relationship au

Warnings: unprotected sex (oc on contraception so don’t u do it), teasing over the phone, riding and grinding, just kinda vanilla i-missed-u-so-much sex, a particular selca

Word count: 5k

A/N: It was Heatwave’s one year anniversay on the 17th so I decided to write a quick(?) drabble for this. I fully intended on posting this on time, but wanted to change up some stuff so only managed to finish this now. Happy birthday to my first fic and forver my baby!

MOSTLY UNEDITED

The absolute one thing you hate most about your boyfriend being away from you is your boyfriend being away from you.

You have never been the clingy needy type, that is more his role in this relationship, nor are you really one to show affection. In fact, you would hate for that false image to be perceived of you because all that sappy shit makes you want to throw up your dinner. But one thing you’ve learnt since Taehyung had gone away on a week-long boys’ trip down by the coast is how cold the house feels in his absence, despite being in the middle of a sizzling summer.

Everything is so eerily quiet without his random outbursts into song and fits of laughter. Having spent 3 years living together, you have gotten so used to his constant presence that you had even caught yourself several times calling out for him only to remember that he isn’t here. Waking up without his arm draped around your waist, slided up your top at some point during the night, impacts you more than you’d like to admit.

Are you glad that he’s having a great time with his friends by the beach, relaxing all day and drinking all night? Of course. Are you having a great time all by yourself over here in the absence of your boyfriend? Certainly not.

Though, of course, this isn’t something you would confess to out loud, especially to him. He doesn’t need to know how often the thought: ugh fuck, I miss Tete is crossing your mind, lest you want him to rub his smugness in your face.

It isn’t just that. Your relationship hasn’t been without its tests in the course of its years and things have only finally stabilised. It’s not that you don’t trust Taehyung to be with his ladish friends for seven days, shirtless dusk till dawn, intoxicated to the point where he calls you thinking that you’re the pizza delivery guy but…

A hammered Taehyung at a beach full of girls who are no doubt thirsting over him leaves a bad taste in your mouth. You trust him to be loyal to his core, but you don’t trust anyone else to keep their hands from copping a feel. No matter how you look at it, you would just so much rather he be at home with you right now.

You have endured this for six days. Six full days without Taehyung. Six full days with no sex, no tummy kisses, no clammy hand holding even though you’re only to get groceries. Just one more night and this torture will fucking be over, praise the lord. But you also don’t know how much more you can hold back that I miss you text because you’re combusting from the need to see him again.

It’s almost 4am. Your sleep schedule is fucked and it’s really his fault.

The bright screen of your phone offers the only luminescence at this hour. Your messages from him in the past week have not been shy of your daily dose of Taehyung - clips of the beach (always mischievously caption with something along the lines of “thinking of Mykonos ;D” where you went on your first holiday together), selfies that you dwell way too long staring at because you miss that face buried in your neck, drunk videos of the antics him and the boys get up to that you’ll definitely chastise him for when he comes back yet can’t help but laugh at. You find yourself scrolling through them every single night.

Your personal favourite: a pouty selfie he sent you after he dropped his ice cream, the picture you always go back to and the one you’re staring at right now. His hair is frizzy from the sea, lips jutted out childishly and cheeks puffy. Your chest constricts, fuck...

Just one more night, you remind yourself. And then he’s back and all yours again.

Then suddenly, the phone in your hand vibrates, short and abrupt. The bar slides down from the top of your screen reading New Message from Tete. Surprised, you scramble to open it, maybe a bit too desperately for you to be proud of.

04:11

Tete: bby

You blink at those three letters, lips pressed together because your heart is cinching.

Tete: ur prob aslep rn but

Tete: i missu

Tete: <334

The typos indicate that he is wasted, and you take a guess that he has just returned from their last night out of the holiday. The corners of your lips turn up knowing that he is thinking of you right now.

You: no im awake

Your fingers are itching to reply with i miss u too, and it takes all your willpower and stubbornness to stay true to your steadfast self. There is just something so unpleasantly moist about these kinds of texts, something that makes you cringe and gag when you read them. You refuse to be one of those people. A heart is all that you allow yourself to reply.

You: <3

You: r u drunk?

Tete: drunk in love

Tete: yes

A giggle escapes you at his god awful cheesiness - drunk, sober alike. Insufferable. But probably Taehyung’s most endearing quality.

You: did u have fun!!

Tete: yeah

Tete: but i miss u

Tete: more than i had fun

God, you feel like a teenager again, suddenly overcome with this gushing urge to roll over and scream into your pillow. You’re glad he’s merely texting this to you right now because if he had said this to you face to face, your skin would most definitely stain scarlet from neck to hairline, scalding to the touch. Even months into officially being his girlfriend, these curveballs of overwhelming affection throw you off guard.

Again, the compulsion to tell him you miss him too yanks at your heartstrings. You truly don’t understand why it’s so hard for you to say how you feel, let yourself be soft and vulnerable. You know it’s one of your flaws so it’s something that you’re working on, but you can’t say you’ve made much progress.

But just as you decide that maybe you should take the plunge, suck it up and just text him those three words, he sends you a picture.

Tete:

No, not just a picture. A selfie, of him in bed, shirtless under the covers. “Oh, fuck…”

Hand clasped over your mouth to prevent any sound from involuntarily escaping, it takes a moment for your breath to return to you and for you to stop gawking. At this hour… Really? Is he seriously doing this to you right now?

His sleepy eyes. His messy curls. And his fucking nose mole.

The undoing of your existence.

Tete: this boy misses u :]

You: bruh

You: bruhhhhhhh

You: taehyung

Tete: oui my lady :))

You: 👁👄👁

You: can u not do this to my heart

You: y did u send me this </333

You: what was the reason

Tete: coz i miss u

Tete: do u like it

Tete: :D

‘Do u like it’... Actually, you have tears in your eyes, albeit mostly due to staring at a screen for too long so late at night, but it’s certainly contributed by this selfie. You tell yourself you’re acting out because it’s been six days since you last saw him. Perhaps Taehyung Withdrawal Symptoms is the explanation behind why you want to print and frame this picture because that is definitely not a normal reaction to a picture. But this is a masterpiece.

You: taehyung my soul left my body

You: like i could weep

You: u look so soft and fluffy

You: :’(

Tete: lollll

Tete: simp

This boy has some nerve?! Simp! He called you a simp?! Laughing like a maniac, you can’t even pretend to be mad at him, not after this picture he sent anyway. So you guess you are a simp. This selfie is your kryptonite.

Tete: jkjkkkkk

You: hahahaha

You: y r u doing this to me

You: its 4am

You: u can’t send me this rn

You: i won’t be able to sleep

Tete: o yeah how come ur still up?

Tete: go to sleepppp

You: can’t sleep

Tete: aw no whyyy

Because you miss him that’s why.

You miss Kim Taehyung. You miss Tete. You miss your boyfriend, your best friend, your other half. You miss his touch, his smile, his wide eyes when he’s confused. You miss his morning snuggles and late night kisses. You miss the way he hugs you from behind as you prepare your meals. You miss the wandering hands that he can’t help when you’re out in public. You miss playing PUBG together until the sun comes out then both sleeping past noon. You miss taking baths together where bubbles would get into your mouth as your kisses get heated.

You just miss him.

It’s only been six days and you’re in this state. What has he done to you?

Fingers hovering over the keyboard, you let out a great sigh and deflate. No other reason offers itself for you to be awake at this hour; he knows you cherish sleep above anything. Teeth digging into your lip, you inhale long and hard, then exhale the gust of your cowardice. It’s not that deep, stupid. Fuck it.

You: coz

You: i miss u

You: like … a lot

You: 🙄

It’s final - you guess you’ve become a mushy wet sap. Truly it is embarrassing how big of a step this is for you; but the sense of pride and accomplishment feels oddly validating. Baby steps. The eye-rolling emoji right after is subconscious because you could only betray the core of your character that much. Forgo it and taehyung might not believe that it’s you.

Tete: omg

Tete: :D

Tete: rrly?

You: *blank kissy emoji*

Tete: wow

Tete: u actually don’t know how hard i’m smiling rn

You: simp

Tete: ofc that’s my middle name

Tete: i miss u a lot too

Tete: like a lotttttt

Tete: i’ll show u how much when i’m back

Ah… Of course, the Taehyung specialty - smothering you with his affection. You freeze at the thought of his wildfire kisses and head between your thighs. Nothing screams of how much you’ve missed each other more than a good dicking down, climax after climax until you’re both panting messes of sweat and entangled limbs. The anticipation makes you squirm under the sheets, legs pressing together.

You: pls do

You: i need u

It’s uncertain what spirit has possessed you at this ungodly hour for these words to come out of you. There’s an instant flash of ickiness, but you let the self-cringing simmer and dissipate into the realisation that this is okay, this is normal. Taehyung’s your boyfriend, couples text like this. You need to grow some.

Tete: fuck baby

Tete: i’m so not used to u texting like this, it's driving me crazy

You: crazy how *cat smirk*

If you weren’t smiling before, you’re definitely grinning like an idiot now. His reaction is predictable, yet oddly still, an incredible wave of satisfaction hits you. And because you want to savour this moment, maybe give him a taste of his own medicine, you send him a picture of yourself.

Camisole strap slid off your shoulder, hair splayed out, bottom lip deep red from biting down on it too much. Just to return the favour.

Tete: y/n

Tete: call me now

-Incoming call from Tete-

Laughing to yourself, you wait a good few seconds before picking up to prolong his torture. “Yes, Taehyung?” You put your thumb between your teeth to suppress the laughter.

“Fuck.” Against the silence of the night, the low rasp of his voice permeating into you from the speaker of your phone sends tingles up your toes. You’ve fucking missed his voice more than you thought. “Y/N… You can’t do this to me.”

“I told you, I miss you. Like… a lot.” The saccharine tone in your reply is foreign to your own ears, but you like the sound of it and the deep rumble it elicits from your boyfriend.

“How much?” Taehyung eggs you on. His words are barely slurred, so you gather that he has sobered up at least for the most part by now. Yet there is still a slowness to it that suggests

“Hmm, like… I touched myself every night at the thought of you a lot.”

A sharp inhale. Then silence. But you know better so you give him a moment to gather himself.

“You shouldn’t be putting that image in my head.” Exasperation is evident in his voice, desperate and yearning. You can imagine him now, one hand on his phone, the other sliding over his pants that are getting a bit too tight for comfort. Your breath hitches.

“Then you shouldn’t have sent me that picture, Taehyung…”

“You said it was soft and fluffy. What you sent me back was not soft and fluffy.”

“Just because it’s soft doesn’t mean it doesn’t turn me on. You do things to me… okay?” Heat trapped beneath the skin of your cheeks, your grip on the phone against your ear slackening as your thighs rub together.

“Fuck, I’m getting hard, baby…” Nothing gets him going more than the knowledge that he turns you on, it’s his weakness but somewhat his strength.

“That’s… unfortunate. Are you going to do something about it?”

His gulp is audible even over the phone. “Uh…” A sigh. “Um. Maybe. Thoughts are being thought.”

“What kind of thoughts? Thoughts about me touching myself and moaning your name? Thoughts about how much I wish my fingers were your cock thrusting so deep into me that I feel it in my guts? Or are you thinking about what you’ll do to me when you’re back tomorrow? Fucking my mouth until I’m crying or filling me up with your cum first?” Your hips buckle at the filth leaving your mouth. This is more like you; you haven’t abandoned your nature after all.

“Oh, fuckkkk.” His moan resonates into your skull, not quite as if he’s here with you but good enough to fill your desire. “Y/N… I need you so badly.” Breath ragged, you hear movement of his sheets in the background as he adjusts into a more comfortable position.

“Are you stroking your cock right now?” A warm slick oozes out of your own entrance. There’s something about Taehyung masturbating to you that elevates you to a different kind of high.

“What do you think, baby?” As you listen closely, you hear the slow rhythm of his pumping, and your fingers ache to pleasure yourself. ‘The things I’ll fucking do to you when I’m back.”

“Mmm, but it’s late, Taehyung, why don’t we go to sleep.”

“Wait, what?” The stroking stops instantly and surprise in his voice releases a smug satisfaction into your veins. The equivalent of pouring a bucket of ice water over his head right now. Teasing is an old undying habit, what can you say? “You wanna end the call now?”

“Yeah, we should sleep, babe.” Grin unsuppressed, you turn over onto your side, probably a bit too pleased with yourself at your success. Taehyung is an easy victim always.

“What the fuckkk?” Your boyfriend groans. “You’re seriously going to tease me this hard then leave me high and dry?” When you offer no more response than a sly chuckle, he add, “You’re so evil.”

“Save it for tomorrow, Taehyung. Think about it, we’re one sleep away from seeing each other again.”

“Fuck, I know. But you just got me so fucking horny, bruhhh. I thought we were gonna have phone sex.” You are still laughing at his whining, basking in the victory you’re holding over him.

“Taehyung, save it for the real sex.” The idea of phone sex crossed your mind several times to be honest, but you really want to collect every single drop of desire and longing and unleash it tomorrow. Raw and pent up. Nothing to dampen the fire.

A sigh of defeat down the line. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know?” You know. “How am I supposed to sleep now though? I’m so rock hard that it hurts.”

“You can figure that out yourself, big guy.” Your cheeks ache from smiling for too long; they often do during calls with him. “One sleep away, okay?”

“Ugh, fine, you demon. I can’t believe you sometimes.” He lets out another sigh. Your heart skips at the anticipation of how he will punish you for this. “Good night, I miss you.”

“Good night, I miss you more.” There’s a sudden change of tone with these words. Because you truly mean it. Sex and physical intimacy aside, you really just missed his voice, his banter.

You fall asleep almost immediately.

You don’t think you’ve heard a sweeter sound than the keys rattling at the door the next day. Practically leaping off the couch where you had been awaiting him in your Taeyhyung-less boredom, you run to the door.

As it swings open, heat courses to your chest when your eyes land on his, so full of comfort. Your boyfriend is home. Handsome as ever, much more tanned than your memory of him and much more attractive. White t-shirt and loose black shorts, a mundane outfit that only he could make look exceptional.

And as much as you want to sprint up and throw yourself onto him, your feet stay planted on the floor.

“Hey.” You barely breathe out.

Stay calm and composed, you tell yourself. It was only one week without him, it’s not like he’s returning from war.

But Taehyung doesn’t even reply, because in two long strides he is standing before you, bags tossed to the side, a sign of their insignificance in the presence of you. His arms find their home circled around you, face buried in your hair before you can utter another word. You don’t hesitate to return his embrace, holding his waist as you let yourself fall into his chest. He smells like what summer should, the ocean, sweat and young love; his familiar musk greeting you as if he never left.

Your lips meet his, strong and full of intent. He’s so unexpectedly soft when he kisses back, a timeless romantic dance like he is saviour your taste on his tongue.

With your weight leaning on him, he slowly topples back, stepping hastily until your bodies land on the couch. You fit your legs on either side of him as you burrow your nose in his neck and breathe him in, memorise him. In nothing but a large shirt, your bare thighs are exposed for his roaming.

When you pull away and face each other, you are struck by his beauty. His skin is sun-kissed and glowing, hair an effortlessly beautiful mess, the slightest hint of a stubble peeking through below his nose. Your heart belongs to him forever, you know it without a doubt.

“You smell so good. I missed you so much, baby.” And his voice… That deep baritone honey that you have taken for granted all this time - music to your ears.

“Imissedyoutoo…” You mumble, shy under his undivided attention and mercilessly unbroken eye contact.

With your chests pressed together, his chuckle rumbles into you. “What was that?”

“I missed you too… I guess.” Face flaming, you can’t bring yourself to meet his eye at your admittance, fingers twirling around his curls to preoccupy yourself.

But he cups your chin and turns your face to him, forehead pressing up to yours until your noses are touching, breaths mixing. “That’s not what you said last night.” Taehyung smirks, hands sliding down to your waist, the material of your shirt bunching up in his hands. “Do I need to remind you?”

“No…” You find yourself unable to keep your eyes open, your core pulsing mercilessly as you grind onto him. “How are you already hard, Taehyung…” And though you mean to scold him, it comes out breathless.

Lips hovering, he traces the edge of your jaw, tingling the sensitive little hairs on its way to your ear. When he reaches the shell of your ear, warm breath infiltrating so relentlessly into you, you almost lose yourself right there on his lap. “Don’t you know how much I love you?” He whispers.

“Show me.” Is all you make out.

His hands are already beneath your shirt before you even notice, palms kneading into your breasts as he takes your nipples between his two fingers and rolls. As he kisses you again, the same tenderness exchanges between your lips. It’s a different kind of desperation to be so slow and gentle, one that means so much more than sex, one that’s telling of how much you truly missed each other. Your hips roll with a mind of their own over him. One hand of his comes down to your ass, guiding the waves of your rocking. And each time his stiff clothed member digs into your clit, you whimper into his mouth.

Carefully, Taehyung rolls you over onto your back, sucking your bottom lip to keep the seal from breaking. He pulls away when he’s on top of you, and a string of glistening saliva bridges between your mouths. “Foreplay or no? Tell me what you want?” Compliant as ever.

“I need you to fill me up right now. Anything else can wait.” You watch the devotion ignite in his eyes. His fingers are in a hurry as they pull your panties off, knees spreading your legs open as he kneels between your gaping entrance. He tugs his shirt off from the collar, such smoothness in his action that your insides coil up. His newly-bronzed rich skin revealed, you can’t help but reach up and run your hands down from chest to navel, revelling in his blemishless ridges.

A low sound reverberates from the back of Taehyung’s throat as your touch travels down to unbutton his shorts. They fall loose. His hard throbbing members springs free, a glistening bead oozing from his slit. “You didn’t wear boxers?”

When you glance up, you notice his sheepish grin. He presses his mouth onto yours, still smiling, guiding you back onto your back. “I just couldn’t wait.” Taehyung whispers. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, especially since last night… Ah, fuck.” Another deep groan erupts from him as you reach down and slather that bead of precum all over his tip. His head falls onto your neck, writhing under your merciless stroking.

His tip brushing against your clit, your toes curls at the teasing of your weakness, hips jolting up involuntarily and perhaps a bit too violently. You’re so embarrassingly sensitive after this many days without Taehyung, and he notices from your breathless reaction. Smirking, he takes his shaft in his hand and runs his stiff head over your clit mercilessly. And as you roll your head back helplessly, he nibbles onto your exposed neck, faint stubble grazing your skin.

“Quit the teasing…” You whine, unable to withstand the build up of twisting pressure begging to be fulfilled between your legs. “Just put-”

Taehyung pushes himself into you so abruptly that you yelp. And there it is, that mind-melting stretch of your walls that you’ve so much missed. “Fuck, Taehyung…” Your entire core feels ablaze, so numbing that your nails dig into the leather of the couch before they find grip on his arms.

“Like that, baby?” His voice his strained, as if he’s struggling not to lose his mind as well.

Nodding because you can’t make out a word as he slowly pulls out, you grab his face and pull him up to meet your lips. You whimper into him mouth when he rams into you again, hitting your walls in full force, no mercy. His kiss doesn’t lose its sincerity despite the juxtaposition of his vigorous thrusts, though you can’t say that he is quite as gentle with as before. You pinch his bottom lip between your teeth, sucking on it as your fingers get lost in his hair.

After seven days of deprevation of his cock, your cunt is leaking with the fluid of your arousal, aiding in the ease of each plunge. You feel the stiffness of his ridges pulling you open as he slides in and out of you. “Fuck…” He pants, mouth hovering over yours.

“Let me get on top.” Taehyung’s eyes flash at your suggestion, instantly rolling onto his back. He slips out during the switch of position and the wetness of your cunt is assailed by a sudden rush of cool air.

You swing your leg over and mount him, watching him watch you pump his dick, your own liquid slathered over him sticky in your hand. Letting his member fall against his abdomen, you grind over him between your folds, hands splayed out over his chest. The friction created each time your clit would slide over the thin pinch of skin where his tip unfolded into his shaft has Taehyung a groaning mess.

He looks remarkable under you.

You push his sweat-dampened curls out of his forehead, eyes half closed in euphoria, half watching you roll your cunt so lewdly over his length. You know you could make him cum like this if you continue. But you want him to cum inside you first, you want to feel that thick hot spurt of his desire shoot again and again into you until his cock is twitching.

So slowly, lubricated by your wetness, you sink inch by inch down until the skin of your ass meets his thighs. This angle fuck with your mind; you think you feel him at your cervix. Then your hips start to do what they know best, pounding over him with a rhythm that you’re proud of.

Taehyung grabs hold of your waist, your breasts, fury in his eyes as he watches you ride him with such determination. “I love you so much.” He heaves between heavy breaths.

“I love you, I missed you more than you could imagine.” You huff, thumb running over his red swollen lips.

“I love when you admit it.” He sits up and takes the swell of your breast in his mouth, making his way to your nipples where his tongue relentlessly flickers over.

Your thighs are starting to burn, core aching because his cock is thrusting up into you so deep that you feel it in your guts. The signs are appearing - your vision is going hazy, walls squeezing tightly around him, tangle upon tangles knoting in your stomach. His are too - his head is slumped against your chest, arms crossed behind your back as he holds you close to him, whole body starting to tense as he begins to curse.

Pace quickening, you don’t let the tire of your muscles stop you from your chase. The slap of your skins ringing in your ears, you keep riding, cunt swallowing his cock whole each bounce. Taehyung breaks first. “Fuck!” He calls out into your neck. His cum squirts into you, pulse after pulse, your boyfriend’s hips jolting each thrust.

“I’m so close, babe, keep going for me.” You plead, knowing how sensitive he is right after his climax. He nods wordlessly, face still buried in you hair. The lubrication of his cum abolishes any resistance, letting you slide over him easier than sitting down. And not five thrusts later, your own coil snaps. You through your head back at the wave of pleasure that drowns you, your entire core on fire as your moans echo through the room. It takes maybe twenty seconds for your walls to stop throbbing and for the orgasm to slowly die down.

Taehyung is already growing limp inside you after his orgasm. “Thank you.” You whisper against his forehead while you dismount. His cum flows out of your slit and down the insides of your thighs, but he refuses to let go of you.

When he looks up, you are struck by an overwhelming sensationf of adoration. His long dark curls fall slightly over his eyes, in disarray but just the way you like it. His eyes are so full of genuine love and gratitude of having you that you can’t help but capture him with your lips. “No, thank you.” He mumbles against you, falling back onto the couch with you in his embrace.

After a long kiss of after-sex affection, you pull away before it leads to a second round. “I want you to know that I really missed you a lot. I can’t even call you a big baby anymore because I stared at all the pictures you sent me every night till the sun came out.”

Taehyung’s boyish smile melts your heart. You’ve missed him way too much. His smile, his goofy comments, his tender kisses. “My heart… is squeezing…” If his smile doesn’t tell how smitten he is, his eyes definitely do. “I missed you so much too. All the boys made fun of me for being such a wettie ‘coz I couldn’t shut up about you.” The thought is so endearing that you can’t help but hide your face.

“So how was your trip? Plenty of hot girls drooling after you?” Trick question of course, you know that for a fact already.

“Haha, it was good, fun. Bet you couldn’t sleep ‘coz you were trembling from jealousy.” Scoffing you land a smack on his chest. “But nah, no hot girls. Nowadays there’s only one hot girl in my eyes.”

Your own lips spread like a cheshire cat. “Shut up, cutie.”

“Rachel McAdams.”

“Let go of me. Don’t even touch me.”

A/N: Moral of the story, never sit on their couch if you’re a guest at the Heatwave house.

24/08/20

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I seriously think love is a fictional word. I mean , I never felt it before. I doesn't know what love is. I had heard many stories . About love , about romance. But none of them made me believe that love did do exists. I never got the chance to know my parents. Or even any of my relatives . I opened my eyes seeing lots of children . I grew up in an orphanage. So frankly speaking, how could I believe in love when in fact even my parents doesn't love me , if they do then why did they leave me? I think of the children I am with as my siblings but It seems like I'm just the one thinking like that . They all hate me. Why? I'm different. I can read their mind . Stupid ey? Funny ? Crazy? Well yes maybe. I even think that I'm really crazy. They explained me that this talent or so whatever called , is a psychic ability. Reading people's mind is weird. It makes them hate me.

Iam 12 years old when someone got the guts to adopt me . But they don't really love me . In fact, they adopt me to be their slave . Taking advantage of my ability , they made me do bad things. They made me use it to blackmail people. Since I can read their mind, we know everything they do and that makes them scared.

I entered my 3rd year highschool in some well known university . I don't talk. I don't smile . I just need to act as if I never existed so they won't hate me or be scared of me. But I can't control my power . Whenever they think bad things bout me , I just can't help but to answer back. And that was the time when they knew I had this weird ability. Everyone is scared. They all hate me. They called me monster. I didn't care at all. After all , I am indeed a monster having this psychic ability. Im first in whole 3rd year but I never been proud of it . Why? Since I don't even study , whenever there's a quiz or exam or activities , I can read their mind . It's not cheating, coz it's not my fault reading their mind. I don't even have time to think.

One day, there is this transfer student who is known as a nerd. He's handsome , I admit . He is my seatmate. Everyone started thinking that he is the unluckiest man , having to seat beside me. But really, that person never smiles. He never laughs. He doesn't think of anything. I can't read his mind. During quizzes or exams , he doesn't think at all . It's not that because he's dumb. , As a matter of fact , he is our first now. I'm quiet shocked knowing he can be the first or the top one without doing some weird powers like me . Genius ey. I idolize you for that .

December 2, Jessy (the name of the woman who adopted me.) introduced me to this company who's actually owned by the father of my seatmate,Adrian . Jessy wants me to marry Adrian. Adrian's father want the same thing . For what reason, well i dont know. But Seriously, Adrian's dad is the very first good person that I Met.

Adrian didn't said no from our arranged married. I can't say he's happy , but he's not also sad. Hes so neutral. We had our date. But we never talked. He always read a book. So basically, I can also read them . I can read his mind . The books are about either science or math. It's hard to understand.

One day , When we were eating in a restaurant . Suddenly there was a heavy rain . That day , neither me nor Adrian brought some umbrella . My phone's dead, and so his . He didn't bring his car. Meaning, we're really stuck. Our house are way too far . There's some hotel near the restaurant so we stayed their. Unfortunately, there is only one room left with one bedroom. Adrian, being an innocent man, said yes immediately. We don't care about it , since we are not interested with each other , so whats the big deal? It's not like we have plan to do something. We decided to sleep in one bed . Adrian actually told me he will sleep in the sofa , but I rejected that idea. I mean, it's not comfortable to sleep in the sofa , and it's his money we use. So I told him it's OK if we sleep in the same bed . After I took the shower. I already went to bed. But I can't sleep . It's my first time sleeping with some man. His mind was in peace. He doesn't think of anything.

I really can't sleep so I decided to ask questions from him.

Me: Adrian? Are you asleep?

Adrian: nah.

M: are you not scared of me?

A: why would I?

M: coz I'm weird. I can read your mind.

A: I don't think a lot so that wasn't a big deal

M: aren't you embarrassed whenever people tell you that you are marrying a monster?

A: do you eat humans?

M:what? Of course not. That doesn't make sense

A: exactly. So why are you a monster?

M: but they do think I am

A: but you're not

M: do you believe in love?

A: yeah. It's real. According to science

M: have you ever fell in love?

The moment I said that , he turned facing me.

A: there is only one girl

M: one girl?

A: I only felt it in only one girl.

M: mind telling me who?

A: I don't know if what I felt is love . But the book says so.

M: you read books about love?

A:at home

M: then who's the girl?

A: who do you think?

M: I ain't got any clue

A: it was you.

I was shocked . I don't think he is lying. But I don't also think he's telling the truth . I mean? Why me?

M:huh? Why.?

A: do we need a reason to love someone?

M: then, how?

A: we met before.

M: what? I don't remember anything

A: because your life is miserable . So you ain't got the chance to remember good memories , I think.

M:when?

A: when we were both kids. We played before. You told me all what happened . I also told you about my lonely life before. You know, I had a big crush on you since then.

M: so? When did You fall in love ?

A: when I transferred. I knew it was you. Then I felt it. Again. Again and again. I keep thinking of you. Isn't that love?

M: aren't you embarrassed telling me that?

A: you asked for it

M: and? Why not talk to me when we go out.?

A: you like being on yourself. You hate talking with others. I respect that.

M: do you really think that is love?

A: if I don't love you ., Do you think I'll go out with you? I'M actually an introvert. Why the hell would I waste my time going out with someone who doesn't even dare talking with me?

M: but...

A: you don't love me? I know. But you can eventually learn to love me. Just take your time.

M: do you.....

A: let's sleep.

Then he turned his back again . I don't know why but that night I slept with a smile on my face.

..... Part 2?

P.S i didnt edit this so any typos or bad grammar or whatever is there, im sorry

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> Dizzay: Pesta Roxy.

timaeustestify [TT] began messin' tipsyGnizzle [TG]

TT: Roxy in tha hood. TT, know what im sayin? Awake yet? TT with the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin: Guess not in tha dogg pound. TT: Let me know.

TG: whiznoaa TG: damn TG: hey diznirk TG: hizzada crazizzle dream

TT: There you be. TT: But I see yo' dream self H-to-tha-izzasn't returnizzle. Subscribe nigga, get yo issue. TT: You must be sippin' one tha fuck on tight alreadizzle.

TG: mybe i be TG: lizzike a bow of ribbone TG: on a beiuetuifiul ponny

TT: Dawg, how can yizzou be dis much drunka than lizzast T-to-tha-izzime we talked? TT in tha mutha fuckin club: Whizzay tha hell be you even drink'n?

TG: ok but 2 b fizzle TG: *beiuetuifiul TG: was an intentional typo 4 ur benefizzle TG: cuz i kno yizzay loves thizna po

TT: It a beiizzle.

TG: so yizzay spyin on me 'n derse vizzy again??

TT: Yizzy.

TG: fizzle perv TG like a tru playa': lizzay whizzle yizzle see thizzere? ;)

TT: I sizzle precisely jiznack shit n a side of fuckall fo my bling bling. TT: That tha P-to-tha-izzoint. TT: You gots too sauced up n went rogue again ya feelin' me? Yoe out there 'n yo' weird cruisin' stupor, independent of yo' wak'n self awareness.

TG: They call me tha black folks president. you gonna go killa me agizzle TG: Boo-Yaa! git on yo' hornze TG if you gots a paper stack: galloop me home lizzike prizzay charm'n B-to-tha-izzack ta swoon kingdong TG: *OOOMG blushblushbluh

TT spittin' that real shit: No. TT, ya feel me? 'n think'n it ova, it sort of a rizzle like a motha fucka. Simplifies pimpin' somewhat like old skool shit. TT: It betta you stay out there fo` a while so jus' chill. TT: There bizzeen a problem, ya feel me?

TG fo my bling bling: whatd yizzou do nizzay

TT: Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn. Ok, I fucked up. Slap your mutha fuckin self. TT: I kizzle of made a mizzy hiznere, n I'm nizzay sure wizzy ta do 'bout it yet.

TG: Im a bad boy wit a lotta hos. ??>

TT cuz I'm fresh out the pen: No need fo` you ta wizzle 'bout it fo` nizzy. I'll figure sum-m sum-m out. TT: Until thizzle I'm jizzle go'n ta prepare fizzay our session, while I think it ova.

TG: zzzzzz TG in tha hood: whizzle a surprize anothizzle mysfery fo` yizzay to keep ta yoself an overlizzle cerebralize TG yaba daba dizzle: snooorre TG: hey lets rap 'bout sum-m sum-m coo' instead TG: like tha dream i hiznad

TT: Wussup to all my niggaz in the house. Ok.

TG: F-to-tha-izzirst i had some ordinary rhymin' drizzle that i D-to-tha-izzont nigga TG: bizzy thiznen i dreamed T-H-to-tha-izzat i woke up friznom tha D-R-to-tha-izzema TG fo' real: n th'n gots way B-R-to-tha-izzight n surreal TG: n i sizzay someone TG: Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. i thiznink it was suppoze' ta be mah brotha

TT: Why d-ya think T-H-to-tha-izzat so bow down to the bow wow!

TG: yiznou know thoze drizzle whiznere u jizzle know someones suppoze ta be someone

TT: Dogg House Records in the motha fuckin house. No.

TG: You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. ok wizzy TG: regulgizzle thugz hizzay thoze im pretty sure all tha time

TT: Be you trippin' it wizzas prophizzle? Lizzy a glimpse of tha future?

TG: i dizzunno

TT: Slap your mutha fuckin self. Coz that nizzle really hizzle tha abyss works. It nizzay Skiznaia, n we aren't Prospit dreama. TT: There nuttin like that out 'n tha abyss doggystyle. If yizzy drift fizzar enough, T-H-to-tha-izzere be only horror so i can get mah pimp on. TT: You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. Terrible, tizzle hizzle.

TG: They call me tha black folks president. ok biznut im not sayin it wizzle a futurizzle! TG: Subscribe nigga, get yo issue. it wizzay just a gliznimple n it felt real n all im rhymin' be it was a coo' drizzeam that i wish wiznas real TG: It dont stop till the wheels fall off. * glimpze

TT doggystyle: Well, miznaybe it wizzle. TT: M-to-tha-izzaybe there no fancifizzle game-supply mechanism of prognostication involved here, n yoe just an ordizzle, rizzun of the mill psychic fo yo bitch ass. TT: I guess that possible now motherfuckers lemme here ya say hoe.

TG: hizzay dick TG: *dirk TG: whaaaat do u think TG: Subscribe nigga, get yo issue. it would be like TG: if we hizzad kids

TT: What would it be like? TT: Its just anotha homocide. Inconvenient, mostly.

TG: no i mizzle TG: what would they be like TG: th kids TG straight from long beach nigga: u eva think 'bout it?

TT: Can't really say I hizzay.

TG: you know fo` an eccantric homey you can be bor'n as fizzuck sometimes

TT: Sorry, Rox. TT: Fo` whiznat it worth, I'm pictur'n them nizzle. A boy and a girl. TT now motherfuckers lemme here ya say hoe: Two perfect shawty freaks of nature raize' by thugz whizno've clearly gots no busizzles bringin' up anybody. You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg.

TG: shuuuucks busta its jiznust a fiznun shawty hyphothetical ta daydream 'bout TG: why yizzou nee' ta siznuck tha fun out of shizzay TG, niggaz, better recognize: like sizzle tiznurd hungry dracula TG: its nizzle L-to-tha-izzike im lobbyin fo` you ta hook me up witta whole mizzay of fuckin babbies TG: or thats im steppin' on ta anizzle sizzay delsusion thiznats even a remote possibizzle..... TG but real niggaz don't give a fuck: le siiiiiign..////

TT: Le sizzy? You gotta check dis shit out yo.

TG: yes le sign yizzy heard me

TT: Do you mean * le sigh?

TG: hmm nup TG to increase tha peace: ima stickin wit le sizzay TG: goign down wit tha shit TG n we out! *shi[p TG like a motha fucka: tha S.S. LE SIGN, starr'n cap'n rolal

TT: Whizzat dizzy le sizzign actually mean 'n dis context?

TG: oh come on

TT: Come on whizzay?

TG: LE SIGN BE UNIVERSALLY UNDERSTOOT TA MIZZY TIZZLE BIZZLE HES GAY YIZZOU DELIBERABLY OBTUZE DUNDERFUCK

TT: I mean, yeah, that what I thizzay if you gots a paper stack. TT: It would just be coo' if Y-to-tha-izzou'd refrain fizzy toss'n 'bout such antediluvizzle terms.

TG: antediulivan waht TG: me sayin ur gay u mizzy

TT: Yes.

TG with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back ok bizzle terminologizzle aside i dizzont think im off baze like a motha fucka!

TT: I dizzy see hizzy it hizzas ta be a th'n.

TG: i rly think its an actual th'n brizzle

TT gangsta style: Once upon a tizzy, sure. TT fo' sho': But tha world hizzay changed a lot. TT: Eva P-to-tha-izzeek 'n a history book between yo' wizardly indizzles fo gettin yo pimp on? Dis be a nuanced topic.

TG paper'd up: dawg i know about tha histories TG: J-to-tha-izzust TG like this and like that and like this and uh: believe me TG: its a thizzig

TT spittin' that real shit: Hizzow be it a th'n? One, two three and to tha four.

TG: its a th'n beaucizzle if it wasnt a blunt-rollin' thizzle u wouldnt be all like... Hollaz to the East Side.........

TT: All like whizzay?

TG: wizzell wantin nuttin ta do w me 4 starties

TT: D-to-tha-izzon't be ridiculous. TT: I have more ta do wit yizzle than anizzle D-to-tha-izzude could possibly bizzle fo`. TT: N I lizzay it jizzay fine. Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit.

TG: what a totatlizzle L-to-tha-izzame + sweet answizzle simultaneouslay TG: <3

TT: Yizzle. TT like a motha fucka: Nizzay maybe we shizzle dizzle our focus on a shot calla whizzle has nuttin at all ta do wit what D-to-tha-izzoes or D-to-tha-izzoesn't qualify as "a th'n", or whizzle our fantasy alt-univerze offspr'n wizzy be like, or nothin' trippin' like that. TT: Sizzle as dis game, n whetha yoe 'n tha best condition to be pilot'n Jane connection from tha streets of tha L-B-C. TT: Maybe you could uze anotha nizzap?

TG so jus' chill: mah condidions jizzay fizzine TG: n anywizzle TG and cant no hood fuck with death rizzow: what aint gizzay gizzy S-L-to-tha-izzept offis tha fact that i still dont think we shizzle be touchin dis bs witch gizzay w a 20 fizzay 3diznent TG doggystyle: we both know ha plizzans nee' us ta

TT: I know that. Bizzay I T-H-to-tha-izzought we sizzle dis.

TG: its still so frustrat'n TG: Hollaz to the East Side. tellin jizzay 'bout tha danga TG: n even if shes bein polite i jiznust know she thinks im fizzle crap TG: 'bout EVREYTH'N

TT: We settled dis tiznoo. She'll believe crack-a-lackin` eventually fo my bling bling. TT: Why botha working so hard to convince shot calla?

TG: wizzy i D-to-tha-izzont even do that fo` tha most pizzle TG fo' real: bizzy it gets tir'n n sadden'n TG: Drop it like its hot. cruisin' that TG: Wussup to all my niggaz in the house. even wizzy W-to-tha-izzere not activlizzle talkin bizzy it TG: that mah biznest friend ciznant br'n herself ta believe some really basic th'n 'bout mah lizzay TG: like tha shitty mackin' tha baroness has done to us TG: or 'bout our upbringin TG: Wussup to all my niggaz in the house. like TG: do u kniznow how misrable it be fo` yo' bff ta doubt you TG: when yizzle tizzay killa yo' mom be D-to-tha-izzead

TT: Throw yo guns in the motherfuckin air. I guess. TT ya feelin' me? It just regista fo` me as a reaction wizzy isn't completely unreasonizzle frizzle ha perspective. It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg. TT: She be inundatizzle wit media coverage of thoze whom we've claimed as our parental figures. TT: They call me tha black folks president. That they be not presizzle alive nizzle baller played T-H-to-tha-izzat role for us as shizzle understands it is jizzle an extizzle of a much more elaborate n far mackin' explanatizzle, which be much harda fo` anyone ta digizzle 'n its entirety. TT: Keep'n it gangsta dogg. Wizzle, anyone wizzy isn't Jake, I mizzean. TT: Still sizzay you should cizzay ha some S-L-to-tha-izzack. I thought i told ya, nigga I'm a soldier.

TG: i know

TT cuz this is how we do it: N nee' I remind yizzay, TT: Thizzat tha potential dis G-to-tha-izzame provizzles fo` they resizzle be whizzat motivated you ta investizzle it 'n tha first place? Slap your mutha fuckin self.

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