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turtle-steverogers · 6 years

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Departed Chap 4 Pt 2

Ship: Slow burn Sprace

Warnings: Panic attack, abuse mentions

“Aye, Racer! Spot! Over here!” The boys were greeted by Albert’s loud voice upon arrival at the ice rink. Everyone else was already there and in various stages of lacing up their ice skates. After waving them over, Albert turned his attention back to Finch, who was having trouble lacing up his skates. Race and Spot watched as Albert moved his hands away from the laces and kissed his forehead before expertly lacing and tightening them for him.

“They’re disgustingly adorable,” Spot murmured as Finch kissed Albert as a thank you.

“Honestly, I can’t even be mad- they’re literally perfect for each other.” Race said, gently tugging Spot’s sleeve to lead him to the ice skate rental stand.

After they each had gotten their skates, they joined the others at the benches.

“Jus’ a fair warning, I’m awful at ice skating,” Spot said as he tied up his skates.

“I gotchu,” Race said, holding out a hand to help Spot up, “I’m decent at it.”

“Oh yeah,” Spot laughed, “Didn’t ya do like five years of what was it? Ice theatre or whatever?”

“Theatre on Ice?” Race supplied, nodding grimly, “Yes, don’t remind me. Those were my pre-dancer days, I didn’t know what I was doin’ with my life.”

Spot chuckled again and moved to step tentatively onto the ice. He was able to keep himself fairly steady for all of thirty seconds until he tried to actually skate. His legs began to wobble violently and he flailed his arms out helplessly in an attempt to regain balance. Accepting his fate, he shut his eyes and braced for a fall, but one never came.

He felt a pair of strong arms wrap around his torso, holding him upright, “Whoa there, chief, easy does it.”

Spot looked up to see Race laughing down at him and pouted, “I toldya I’m awful.”

“I never doubted ya.”

“Oh, fuck off.” Spot said, squinting his eyes.

“I mean, I could,” Race smirked, “But then ya’d fall.”

“Smartass.”

Race smiled and shifted their position so he was standing in front of Spot, then casually reached down to take his both his hands. Spot blushed slightly and prayed to whoever was listening that Race would just take it as him being cold.

“Here, I’ll keep us up,” Race said, beginning to glide backwards, “Jus’ hold on.”

Spot had no choice but to listen as Race began to slowly guide the two of them around the rink. He looked down to observe how Race’s feet were moving and began to try and copy the technique. After a few minutes of doing so, he felt Race let go of his hands. He tried not to let that disappoint him too much.

“There ya go,” Race said appraisingly, “You’re gettin’ it.”

Spot smiled as he started to move more smoothly, “Holy shit, m’actually not dying.”

They passed Jack and Katherine on their way around the rink and Jack raised his eyebrows, “Wow Racer, you actually got ‘im goin’. Last time we went skatin’, m’pretty sure Spot spent the majority of the time with his ass on the ice.”

“Oh he definitely didn’t stay up for more than five seconds at a time,” Race said, nodding seriously as Spot flipped the two of them off, “The idiot refused to even try.”

“The idiot is standing right here.” Spot grumbled as Jack, Race, and Katherine laughed.

“All in good fun, Spottie,” Race said, clapping Spot on the back, causing him to stumble and fall onto the ice with a loud thump.

“Fuck you, Higgins.”

XXX

The mood during the car ride back to Spot’s apartment was the cheeriest it had been all week. Albert and Finch had decided to come over for dinner and Race was in a significantly better mood than earlier that day. The four boys sang loudly to Christmas carols the whole time, but the happy spirits were quickly crushed as they pulled up to Spot’s complex.

“Holy shit,” Race hissed, turning off the radio.

“What?” Spot asked as he parked.

“I-I think I saw Melissa’s car,” He said, his voice shaking.

“Uh, what’s bad about that?” Finch asked from the back seat, but Spot and Race ignored him.

“Are ya sure it was hers?” Spot asked, feeling tension bubble up in his stomach.

“Yeah, m’pretty sure. It was her license plate.”

“Fuck, well, what do you wanna do?”

Race bit his lip, worry creased between his eyebrows, “Let’s jus’, um, jus’ go up to the apartment through the back. Maybe we’ll avoid her wherever she is.”

Spot sat for a moment before turning off the car, “Alright.”

“Wait,” Now it was Albert speaking from the back, “I don’t understand. Why’re we avoiding Race’s girlfriend?”

“She’s an asshole.” Race snapped, his tone indicating that was all he was going to share.

“Oh, uh, okay.” Finch mumbled. They all walked hastily around the side of the building, entering Spot’s complex through the back and riding the elevator up to his floor. Just when they thought they escaped danger, Spot saw Race freeze in his steps. He met Race at the corner, Finch and Albert on his heels, only to see Melissa standing in front of his apartment.

“Okay, that’s jus’ creepy,” He heard Albert whisper.

“Antonio!” She called in a fake sweet tone, “I had a feeling you’d be here with Sean.”

She began to walk towards them and Spot stepped defensively beside a still-frozen Race.

“Are ya seriously that dumb?” Spot asked, anger dripping in his voice, “Showing up here was probably the shittiest thing ya could do.”

Melissa cocked her head, “I was just looking for my boyfriend, Sean. He had a nasty fall the other day and got really hurt and then just ran off. I was worried about him,” She turned to Race, “What have you been telling them, baby?”

“I-I-” Race swallowed.

Spot cut him off, “Don’t you dare make this out as Race making shit up,” He half-shouted.

He saw Race flinch slightly out of the corner of his eye, but he was too angry to stop, “I heard that fuckin’ phone call the other day, asshole. I saw the fuckin’ hand-shaped bruises! And I don’t even wanna repeat some of the things he’s told me you’ve done!”

Melissa simply stared at him, her face seemingly calm, but her eyes anything but. Then, in a sudden flurry of movement, she reached out and grabbed Race’s wrist, yanking him towards her. Race gasped and shut his eyes tightly and immediately, Albert and Finch stepped forward, pulling him back out of her grip.

“Don’t ya dare fuckin’ touch him,” Finch seethed. Albert and him both let go as Race squirmed in their grip.

“N-no, it’s fine,” He said, sounding slightly breathless, “I’ll go, l-lemme jus’ grab m’stuff. I’m sorry I-”

“No,” Spot said, firmly, “Race, you’re not goin’ anywhere. You on the other hand,” He said, pointing to Melissa, “Are going to get the fuck out of here before I call the fuckin’ police on your pathetic ass.”

Melissa huffed before looking at Race again, “You can never take anything like a man, can you? You fucking worthless piece of shit, always ruining-”

“Oh, jus’ shut UP already,” Albert shouted, “Literally, jus’ fuck off. I dunno what you think you’re accomplishin’ besides making a bunch of people fuckin’ hate you. Now do as Spot said and leave before I call the police myself.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone as if to prove a point.

Melissa glared at Albert for a tense moment before pushing past Race and stalking down the hall and out of sight. As soon as she was gone, Race paced away from Albert’s side and slid down the wall. His entire body was shaking in short bursts and his breathing seemed to grow more erratic by the second.

None of the other boys moved for a second, then Finch tugged on Albert’s arm, “We’ll go wait in the apartment.”

Spot nodded and dug the key out of his pocket and handed it to him, then moved to kneel in front of Race. He reached out a hand to place it on Race’s shoulder, but quickly retracted it when he flinched and whimpered.

“Race, dude, m’not gonna hurtcha.” He said softly.

“I know,” Race gasped, “Please, jus’ don’t touch me.” He sobbed.

“Alright, no touching. Got it.” He bit his lip. He wasn’t quite sure what to do to help Race- he hadn’t seen anyone breakdown like this before. But he had to try something, because Race was hyperventilating and very clearly worked up.

“Okay, Tony, ya listenin’?” Race nodded minutely, but Spot caught it, “Aight, good, uh, we gotta fix your breathing, dude, it’s not so good right now. So, let’s jus’ try ta breathe together a bit? Deep breaths, like me.”

He took a deep measured breath and waited for Race to attempt to do the same, but all that resulted in was a mini coughing fit, “Hurts, Sean.” He whined.

“I know, Racer, but we’re gonna fix that. Ya gotta try and take some more deep breaths, though. From your chest, dude.�� He watched as Race tried to take another deep breath and let out a breath of relief when he didn’t cough this time.

“Good job,” He praised, “Canya try another? Here, I’ll do it with ya.”

It took a few more minutes, but eventually Race’s breathing was back to an acceptably normal pace. He opened his eyes slowly, keeping them cast downward as he rubbed his face with his sleeve. Spot crawled around to sit next to Race against the wall. They sat in silence for a bit while Race finished calming down completely.

“How did this all fuck up?” He eventually murmured, his voice scratchy and spent, “She was seriously perfect at first then...I dunno. She jus’ flipped suddenly.”

Spot looked sideways at him, “I’m so sorry, Racer. I’m sorry you ever had to experience anythin’ like that.”

Race just continued to stare at the floor, his eyes glassy and dazed, “Fuck her.” He said, before standing up on shaky legs. Spot stood too and the two of them walk silently down the hall to Spot’s apartment.

Spot knocked and Albert was there almost immediately to let them in.

“I’m gonna go cook.” Race said before Albert could say anything. He crossed the room to the kitchen and pulled out his phone and earbuds.

“How’s he doin’?” Albert asked, closing the door and walking with Spot to the sofa. Finch was already sitting there, a worried look on his face.

“Not good. Let him cook, it calms him down.” Spot said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“So,” Finch sighed, “Melissa’s been abusin’ him.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yep.” Spot confirmed.

“How long?” Albert asked.

“Dunno, but he shows up at my damn apartment on Friday, covered in blood and bruises.”

A look of realization dawned on Albert’s face, “Oh my god, his Styx T-Shirt. That day at the laundromat- that was ‘cause of her.”

Spot just nodded.

“What else has she done?” Finch asked, his voice slightly horrified.

Spot shook his head, “That isn’t for me ta share. None of this really is, but you guys couldn’t go with no explanation. But, let Racer tell ya if he ever feels like it.”

“She’s awful.” Albert stated.

“Yeah, she is.”

A half hour later, Race called Spot to help him set up places at the counter. His eyes were still red and his hands were still shaky, but overall, he seemed to have calmed down significantly. The four boys ate the fettuccine alfredo that Race had made and talked about various things. Race said a few words here or there, but mostly stared at his plate, pushing food around.

After dinner, Race and Spot bid Albert and Finch goodbye and the two boys went to their own apartment across the hall.

As soon as they were gone, Spot turned to Race, “How are you feelin’?”

“Honestly? Like shit.” Race said, shrugging, “Can we just sleep?”

“Yeah, totally,” Spot said.

They got ready for bed quickly and bid each other goodnight, but after about ten minutes, Spot heard his door open.

“Spot?” Race whispered, “Could I-”

Before Race could finish, Spot shifted over in the bed and pulled back his blanket as an invitation. He heard Race sigh in relief and felt the bed dip as he crawled in.

“I’m here for ya.” Spot whispered into the dark. He felt Race reach out for his hand and squeeze it and Spot shifted closer so he and Race were right next to each other. Race let go of his hand and snaked his arm across Spot’s stomach. Spot hesitated, then wrapped one arm around Race, pulling him closer.

“Thank ya, Sean.”

It was a good moment- a safe moment.

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imagineproduce101 · 7 years

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Im Youngmin is your brother’s best friend. You happen to have a huge crush on him.

angst and fluff ish?

some weird non idol au

kim donghyun is your older brother

warning: this includes unsafe/underage (?) drinking and sexual harassment.

part two

You sighed, staring up at the white ceiling of your bedroom. It was hot—too hot—and all you wanted was some ice cream. You could get up and go to the corner store a block away to get some, but it was too hot to even go outside.

You rolled over onto your stomach, kicking your bare legs up to try and get some cool air on them. Normally you didn’t wear shorts, but this heat made you bend the rules a bit.

“Yah, Kim Donghyun, can you go get some ice cream?” You shouted loudly to the room across from yours. Donghyun, your brother, was always bugging you to go buy food, citing your younger age as a reason for you to go.

“I’m playing Overwatch!” He yelled back, making you roll your eyes.

“Okay, and?”

“And that means no!”

You groaned, shoving your face into your pillow. Even that was hot.

“It’s fine, I can go,” you heard Im Youngmin say quietly with a chuckle, making you freeze. You had no idea that Youngmin was over today, despite the fact that he practically lived at your house. Youngmin, Donghyun’s best friend, was quite possibly the most handsome guy you’d seen in your life, and you’d been crushing on him for as long as you could remember.

“(Y/N), I’m going to the store,” Youngmin knocked before sticking his head into your room (something Donghyun would never do). “You want me to pick up anything for you?”

“Yeah, just some chocolate ice cream,” you replied, rolling off the bed with a thump to grab your wallet.

“Oh no, it’s fine, I can pay,” Youngmin sent you a smile, “it’s a thank you for all the times Donghyun’s forced you to buy food.”

“HYUNG, STOP FLIRTING WITH MY SISTER AND GO BUY THE ICE CREAM!”

Youngmin rolled his eyes at Donghyun’s words before sending you another smile. “I’ll be right back!”

You waited breathlessly for Youngmin to leave the house before dragging yourself over to Donghyun’s room.

“For the love of God, Buddha and anyone else out there, can you please not embarrass me like that?” You hissed furiously as he mashed the keys on his keyboard, eyes glued to his computer screen.

“What?” Donghyun shrugged, “you like him, he likes you. I’m just out here doing my baby sister a favor.”

“No, you’re embarrassing me,” you replied, slapping him on the back of the head, “I hope you lose.”

“What harsh words for a man who’s just trying to help,” Donghyun called after you as you left his room, slamming the door after you.

Donghyun knew about your crush on Youngmin, and kept insisting that Youngmin liked you back, but it never seemed to make sense. Yeah, Youngmin was nice to you and all, but he was just a nice guy—it didn’t mean that he liked you romantically.

“One chocolate ice cream for the lady,” Youngmin knocked on the door again, making you scurry over and grab the ice cream, thanking him profusely. He smiled down at you as you pressed the cool container against your flushed cheeks.

“Thanks again, Youngmin,” you thanked him with a smile, already shoving a spoon of ice cream into your mouth. He was about to re-enter Donghyun’s room when he paused, turning to face you.

“Hey, by the way, there’s this party later tonight, over at Ong Seongwoo’s house,” he said casually. You could have sworn that his cheeks were turning a bit pink, but you chalked it up to the heat. “I’m assuming that Donghyun didn’t tell you, so I was wondering if you’d want to go.”

“Who’s going?” You asked through your mouthful of ice cream.

“THE USUAL PEOPLE,” Donghyun yelled loudly, “YOUNGMIN, PLEASE STOP ASKING MY SISTER ON DATES SO THAT WE CAN ACTUALLY BEAT THIS LEVEL.” Youngmin shot you an annoyed look, to which you snickered in response.

“So I’ll see you there?” Youngmin asked hopefully.

“What do you mean, see you there?” You joked, punching him in the arm, “you’re probably gonna stay here and eat our food until it’s time to leave.”

“YOUNGMIN PLEASE.”

Youngmin sighed in exasperation, “I should probably get back to the five year old,” he grinned at you, “it’ll be fun, I promise.”

Even though you’d told Youngmin that you’d stay home before the party, you ended up going over to one of your friend’s house to get ready with her (Youngmin and Donghyun had been too caught up in their video game to really grasp that you were leaving).

Yoojung, Doyeon and Sohye were already at Somi’s house by the time you got there.

“You took forever, (Y/N),” Yoojung complained, shoving the clothes she’d picked out for you at you.

“And you didn’t even do your makeup?” Somi giggled.

“Hey, I brought my makeup bag with me,” you protested, wriggling into the ripped black jean shorts that Yoojung had picked. After yanking on the loose white tank top, you let Somi apply the makeup to your face.

“I hope Woojin’s there,” Sohye sighed from her position sprawled out on Somi’s bed.

“You really like him, don’t you?” Doyeon snickered at Sohye’s dreamy face.

“Um, yes I do?” Sohye sat up, glaring at your best friend, “he’s amazing, a great dancer, and adorable.”

“Hey, (Y/N), is your brother going?” Yoojung asked.

“Yes, and you are not hitting on my brother,” you replied, closing your eyes to let Somi carefully line them.

“If your brother’s going, doesn’t that mean Youngmin’s going too?” Sohye asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Guys, maybe tonight’s the night?” Yoojung teased you, “maybe the lovebirds will finally get together.”

“Aw, leave her alone,” Somi giggled, “she’s blushing.”

You rolled your eyes, letting the girls tease you a bit more before it was time to head out. You pulled on the black ankle boots that you’d arrived in, heading over to where Yoojung’s car was parked haphazardly in the Jeon’s driveway.

new text from: youngminnie^^

>>so I guess we are meeting you there?

Haha yeah

My friends wanted me to come over

So that’s what I ended up doing

>>wow lame

>>u highkey ditched me

>>and now im stuck with donghyun the five year old

Hahaha im sorry

Pls forgive me

>>lol we got here abt five mins ago

>>find us when you get the chance!

“(y/n), get off your phone, we’re here!” Yoojung exclaimed, carefully parking her car at the curb. Even a block away, you could hear the loud bass of the music playing at Seongwoo’s house.

Like all of Ong Seongwoo’s parties, there were copious amounts of booze, dancing and making out. Everyone had a beer or Solo cup in hand, and you could have sworn you saw a group of people doing body shots in the kitchen.

“Let’s go get some drinks,” Doyeon yelled over the loud music. You all nodded, heading to the kitchen.

“Hey ladies,” Choi Minki greeted you all from where he stood at the kitchen counter mixing drinks. You accepted the offered red cup filled with some sort of unknown alcohol, taking small sips of it as your friends made their way back to the dance floor.

The music, as usual, was good—Seongwoo had good music taste, if nothing else. You spent a good portion of the night just dancing with your friends, completely forgetting about finding Youngmin.

“Hey,” Yoojung giggled in your ear, obviously tipsy, “where’s your brother? I wanna say hi!”

“Oh, I dunno, actually,” you realized that you hadn’t seen him the whole night, “stay with the girls, I’ll go find him.” You detached yourself from Yoojung in pursuit of your brother, trying the kitchen first.

“Hey, Minki, have you seen Donghyun or Youngmin recently?” you asked the blond, who was chatting with Jonghyun, Aron and Dongho.

“I think I saw them with the other guys out on the back patio,” Dongho mentioned helpfully, jabbing his thumb in that general direction.

“Thanks dude,” you sent him a smile, setting off towards the back patio. A bunch of guys were sitting out there—your brother, Youngmin, Park Jihoon, Bae Jinyoung, Ha Minho, Park Woojin, Ahn Hyeongseob, Zhu Jung Jung, Huang Justin, and Lee Euiwoong, to name a few.

“She’s hot,” you heard Jihoon agree, as a few of the guys laughed.

“(Y/N), though,” Ha Minho said appreciatively, “would smash.”

You felt yourself bristle at the way you, and apparently other girls, were being talked about. Some of the guys you could see would partake in something like this, but Youngmin? Your brother?

“Dude, hands off, she’s Youngmin’s,” Hyeongseob joked, making you freeze.

“I totally forgot about that,” Minho chuckled, “Youngmin, whatever happened to that bet?”

Donghyun turned to Youngmin, a deadly look on his face. “What bet?”

“Yeah, Im Youngmin,” you snapped, drawing attention to yourself from where you stood by the back door, arms closed across his chest. “What bet?”

“Oh, you don’t know?” Minho smirked evilly, “I would have thought loverboy here would have told you something. He had a bet with a few guys about when you two would get together.”

“What the hell, dude,” Donghyun hissed. However, you couldn’t tear your eyes from Youngmin, and couldn’t ignore the swirl of emotions in your stomach.

“I can’t believe I ever thought you were nice,” you snapped before storming back into the house, trying to hold back tears.

“Hey (Y/N), did you find them?” Minki asked cheerfully.

“Yeah, I found them,” you replied shakily, leaning against the kitchen counter. “What kind of drinks do you have?”

“Hey, you okay?” Jonghyun asked, placing a hand on your shoulder. You smiled at his concern, still a bit numb from that whole interaction.

“I’m fine,” you said quietly, spotting a bottle of tequila and grabbing it.

“Woah, woah, that’s way more than one shot,” Dongho reached out to slow the speed at which you were pouring, trading a look with his friends.

“That’s kind of the idea,” you replied, downing the tequila quickly, relishing the burn in your chest. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught sight of your friends, abandoning your cup and the boys in favor of them.

As soon as your friends saw you, they dragged you out to the dancefloor and you began moving to the beat easily, taking sips from Doyeon’s cup occasionally. You rocketed straight past tipsy to straight-up drunk, eager to forget what had happened earlier that night.

“Hey, babe,” you heard someone say into your ear, coming up behind you as you danced, “what do you say to coming home with me tonight?”

“Hm?” you turned around in confusion, not really sure what was going on. Ha Minho stood there, one arm around your waist. “Hey, I don’t want your hand there.” You tried to bat his hand away, but he maintained his grip.

“Come on, don’t be a tease,” Minho smirked at you, and you barely registered him coming closer and closer to you before you reacted.

“Get the hell away from her, punk!”

Just as you kneed Minho clumsily in the groin, Youngmin came up behind him, yanking him off you and delivering a strong punch to his jaw. Minho laid on the floor, one hand on his crotch, the other on his jaw.

“You okay?” He asked breathlessly, taking your face into his hands. You frowned up at him, vision getting a bit fuzzy.

“You don’t even care about me,” you slurred, feeling tears begin to well up. Youngmin sighed, leading you off of the dance floor.

“(Y/N), I care about you more than you know,” he said quietly, eyes scanning over your frame to make sure you weren’t hurt in any way. You stood there in Seongwoo’s hall, wiping your eyes and sniffling, not really aware of the world around you. “Youngmin-ah, can you take me home please?” You asked softly, reaching out to take his hand. “I just want to go home.”

“Yeah, let’s go,” Youngmin squeezed your hand, leading you out of the house carefully. The night air washed over your skin, making you shiver.

“Wow, the stars look like…” you trailed off, pointing up at the sky, “like rice! It’s like rice, in the sky!” Youngmin handed you his sweatshirt, giving you one of his small smiles. After tugging the large sweatshirt on, you took his hand again, sighing. “Youngminnie, why do you have to be so perfect? Why did I have to go and like you?”

“(Y/N), you’re drunk,” Youngmin said quietly as you turned a corner. A car crept by slowly, its headlights casting a golden light on the two of you. You groaned at the bright light, covering your eyes with the sleeves of Youngmin’s sweatshirt.

“Just because I’m drunk doesn’t mean I don’t like you,” you replied grumpily, glaring up at him.

“Why don’t we talk about this tomorrow morning when you’re sober?” Youngmin asked, carefully straightening the sweatshirt so that it was on your body correctly. “I can give you a piggyback ride if you want?”

“Yes, please,” you muttered, clamboring onto his back when he bent over. As he lifted you up, you nuzzled your nose into his neck, sniffing deeply.

“(Y/N), are you smelling me?” Youngmin asked with a laugh, looking back at you.

“Yes,” you replied defiantly, “you smell good!”

“Sniff away, I guess,” Youngmin smiled at your cute mannerisms. The gentle scent of Youngmin’s cologne and the steady rhythm of his walking lulled you to sleep, already exhausted by everything that had happened that day.

“She’s still not awake yet?” You heard Donghyun’s incredibly annoying voice snicker.

“Let her sleep, I put her through a lot last night,” Youngmin’s much lower voice responded, “also, could you get out? I was planning on this being romantic, not nerdy.”

Romantic?

Slowly, you rolled over and opened your eyes to face Youngmin and Donghyun; Donghyun was sprawled out on your beanbag, and Youngmin was pacing back and forth nervously, a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“She’s awake dude, she’s awake,” Donghyun hissed, before sending you a sickly sweet smile, “good morning, my lovely sister.”

“Get the hell out.”

“Message received, Jesus Christ,” Donghyun grumbled, heaving himself out of the beanbag and out the door. Youngmin stared down at you, cheeks a bit red.

“I assume it’s pretty obvious as to why I’m here,” Youngmin said nervously, still pacing back and forth. “You remember what happened last night, right?”

“Just way what you wanted to say, Youngmin,” you said in exasperation.

“Well, first off, I like you,” Youngmin said bluntly, “and it’s true that I had that bet.” You frowned, not really sure where this was going. “And it’s going to sound like I’m making excuses, but I did it to protect you.”

“Are you serious?” You groaned, flopping back so that your head hit the pillow. “You’re going with the “it was to protect your honor”?”

“Believe it or not, yeah,” Youngmin sighed, taking the seat at your desk. “See, all of us guys know Ha Minho will go after any girl with a cute face, and obviously, you have a cute face. I started to notice that he was taking interest in you, and I had Woojin get him to think about the idea of starting a bet with me, cuz I know how seriously Minho takes the whole masculine pride thing. As soon as he thought he came up with the idea, I knew he was going to stay away from you.”

“That makes no sense,” you responded, forehead wrinkled in confusion.

“Basically, Minho thought that he was the one who came up with betting with me when I’d get together with you,” Youngmin explained, “I knew he wouldn’t try any shit with you, since he wanted to win the bet himself.”

“Oh.” You pondered his explanation for a moment. “Donghyun knows about this?”

“He knows now,” Youngmin replied, “I knew he wouldn’t be down for it if I just told him, but I didn’t want to see you get hurt by Ha Minho.”

“And you didn’t once think that maybe I could take care of myself?” You asked, arms folded across your chest.

“No, no, no, that’s not it at all!” Youngmin shook his head desperately, “I have no doubt in my mind that you can take care of yourself, but I didn’t even want it to get to that; I would rather protect you my own way than for you to have to waste energy protecting yourself.”

“I suppose that makes sense,” you sniffed, not meeting his eyes. Youngmin visibly perked up.

“Does that mean that you forgive me?” He asked excitedly, adorable smile melting your insides.

Conceal, don’t feel (Y/N)!

“Maybe,” you replied coolly, “I’ll forgive you if—and only if—you buy me chocolate ice cream.”

“How about we go get ice cream for our first date?” Youngmin asked, winking at you. You felt your cheeks heat up and you threw your pillow at him.

“Yah, who said anything about a first date?”

“Oh, Youngminnie, why do you have to be so perfect?” He imitated in a high-pitched voice.

“I do not sound like that!” You yelled, grabbing the flowers that he’d gotten and hitting him with it.

“STOP FLIRTING AND JUST DATE ALREADY,” Donghyun yelled.

“FUCK OFF, LOSER,” you yelled back, before turning back to the eager boy in front of you. “Fine. One date. No roasting me about last night and what I said, though.” Youngmin grinned, grabbing one of your hands and placing a delicate kiss there.

“I promise you won’t regret it, (Y/N).” Youngmin promised with a smile. “I’ll do my best to never hurt you again.”

Read Part Two here

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