#me at 11pm: sighing as i give in to the inevitable

[astraystayyh]

can i get a drabble with any member of your choice (or if you can't choose, i'm actually thinking either jisung/lino👉🏻👈🏻,) where they are just enjoying a nice peaceful morning with you. (maybe after either a passionate or a tense angsty night for a little spice if u want hehe)

5422

Pairing : Han x reader, pre-established relationship.

Genre : Angst, fluff.

I've always wanted to write about Han and this just gave me the perfect opportunity to do so. Hope you'll like it <3

Fighting with Han is never fun.

You don't even remember what your disagreement was about, you just know that hurtful words were uttered, on both of your parts. And now, you're in the kitchen drinking your fourth glass of water, trying to delay the inevitable moment you'd have to go to your bedroom and face Han.

But it is already 11pm and you have to wake up early tomorrow. So you reluctantly place your glass down and head towards your bedroom. Your footsteps are heavy, and so is the burden in your heart.

You open the door slowly, to find Han already in bed, his back turned towards you. He kept the lights on for you, you realize. The small attention makes you stop in your tracks for a moment.

You quietly place Han's vitamins on his bedside before joining him in bed. There are mere centimeters between your bodies and yet they feel like a vaste ocean, stretching you farther and farther away from each other.

You find yourself missing your hushed conversations, the warmth of his body, and the way his hair tickles your neck when he pulls you closer to him.

But you are stubborn, and so is he. You won't yield first. So you stay put in your place, looking up at the ceiling. You know that sleep won't come easily to you tonight.

You don't know how much time has passed, but you can hear Han shift in his place. He sighs loudly before tapping your shoulder gently. "Come here," he whispers and you bite your lower lip forcefully.

"I'm still mad at you."

"I know. So am I. But I... I need you," he admits in a quiet voice and you feel all your anger melt away.

You inch closer to Han, tentatively resting your head on his chest, and his arms wrap around your body, pulling you closer to him. It feels safe and familiar, and you almost choke out a sob at the thought of not having him anymore.

"We'll figure it out, right? You're not leaving me," your voice is barely audible and Han's embrace tightens around you.

"Of course I'm not. You're not getting rid of me that easily," he teases and you chuckle lightly, the weight in your heart slowly unraveling, allowing you to breathe again.

When you wake up the next day, you find Han staring intently at you. You bury your face in his neck, too flustered by his intense gaze.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's hard to remember why I was angry when you look this pretty."

"Can we not do that again?" you pout, leaning back to look at him properly.

"Yeah, I hate fighting with you."

"Me too."

"We should come up with a code name for when one of us feels too overwhelmed, so we can give each other space," he proposes and you smile at him, "Like what?"

"A random word, like 'potato'."

"So in the middle of a fight you want me to say potato?" you giggle and he puffs his cheeks at you, "I don't know, we'll figure a better code later."

"Yeah? What will we do now?" you smile mischievously at him.

"Right now..." he trails off, his hand gently grazing your cheek, "I will kiss you to make up for all the lost kisses of yesterday."

"All of them? How many are we talking about?"

"5422 kisses." Your anniversary date.

"Isn't that too much?" you giggle and he shakes his head at you.

"There is no such thing as too much when it comes to you."

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[hyuckmov]

request #2: jaemin angst angst, that's pretty much it, some fluff, ends...ambiguously? wc: 2.3k a/n: THIS is not my best work...actually i feel like this is kind of bad and i was gna scrap it HOWEVER i felt bad for taking this long so i'm going to post this and then i might make up for it with another piece of jaemin angst sometime. this is loosely structured like 'the five times jaemin proposes to you (and the ....)' but it just felt kind of cruel of jaemin to propose 2 more times as per the trope and also i would have to write a lot more to fill in the gaps. <3 thanks for reading anywayyyy

jaemin first proposed to you on an autumn night. or rather, it was 11pm, you were closing up the empty cafe, and a boy had run in through the doors requesting one of the worst coffee orders you've ever heard of in your entire life, as a barista or not. 

"i have an assignment-" he makes out, breathless from the run. "it's due at 12. i just really really need to get my last thousand words in-" 

"last thousand?" you raise your eyebrows at him. he's pretty, is the first thing you notice. long lashes, long black hair falling over his eyes, a grandpa cardigan hanging off his broad shoulders. even as he's hunched over the counter, he tilts his head and you can see a lazy smile stretch across his face. it's a smile that makes you temporarily forget that it's fall and you're freezing cold. it's a smile that looks like summer. 

"last thousand." he confirms, the grin growing until it's cheshire-cat wide. 

"well then…" you turn around, starting to busy yourself with the espresso machine. "you had better order 2 cups, don't you think?" 

his laugh sounds out in the still air of the cafe. heading over to one of the counter seats, he props his chin up dramatically with one hand, his eyes going soft and round as he stares at you lovingly. "marry me," he sighs. 

and even though you respond with a light, "after you finish your assignment", he swears he can see your cheeks burning red when you pass him his coffee. 

x

"marry me, y/n." jaemin sighs. even from your view of him on videocall, the image slightly grainy from the darkness in his room, there's something endearing about watching jaemin recover from pulling an all-nighter. unable to keep his yawns in and rubbing sleepiness from his eyes, he sips lazily on a cup of iced coffee, blinking blearily up at his screen. there's something too tender about it, stinging lightly at your chest, that makes you look away. 

"you can't make that your catchphrase jaemin," you say, as easily as you can. "i'm going to get the wrong idea." 

without missing a beat, he beams at his webcam a huge smile. "alright then. but thank you so much for staying up with me, really." there's something unreadable in his expression, but it may just be the dimness of the room. 

"it's no problem," you give him a small smile. "breakfast in an hour?" 

"i'll pay."

x

"what do you think?" 

"jaemin, you're overthinking this," you soothe. "there's nothing wrong with that conversation, you're just being you."

"you're my best friend, that's a biased viewpoint," he whines. 

you're my best friend. steeling yourself, you try to shake the disappointment from your head. it had been a year since the two of you met, jaemin slowly worming his way into your life until he was irreplaceable. he had almost every meal with you. he knew things about you almost no one else did. you seemed to live your life twice: the first time as you actually experienced it and the second time relaying everything to him, as he did to you. 

you were so sure your feelings had faded — chalked up your feelings to him as inevitable, and soon to pass. until he started to incessantly bring up a girl he was paired with for a project, and you began to realise that maybe you never truly stopped liking him. 

clearing your throat, you squint at his phone screen, reading out: "dress warmly, it's getting cold outside. "see, that's a really sweet message!" shoving him in the shoulder, you bite back, "why don't you ever send me messages like that?" 

"that's not the point," he scowls. "she never replied after that." 

"maybe she just got busy," you pat him on the arm consolingly. 

"i'm too annoying," he grumbles, frowning at his phone as he locks it and throws it to the carpeted floor."dress warmly…who even says that? i'm just some guy from her lab project." 

"you're not just some guy," you insist. "have you seen yourself with lab goggles on? she was definitely just too giddy from your message to reply." 

as if on cue, his phone vibrates from where it lies on the floor. you reach over and pick it up, as jaemin buries his head in his couch cushions. 

"look!" you hold his phone out to him. 

peeking out from behind his fingers, his eyes scan the message. you're so sweet, thanks jaem! sorry for the late response, my phone battery died :( 

heaving a sigh of relief, he smiles sweetly down at his phone. "you were right." he reaches over and pulls you into the hug, snuggling his face into your hair. “y/n…"

"don't propose to me," you warn, and, because you're really his best friend…"save it for her one day." 

he beams up at you at that, but somehow the warmth of his smile burns ice cold all the way through you. 

x

in the car, you and jaemin are silent for almost all the way home. 

at first, it's a shocked silence, one that followed the two of you out of the restaurant and hung in the air for the first 5 minutes as you drove. 

when jaemin pulled out the ring in the middle of the restaurant — you watching from two tables down, your phone in your hand ready to record the moment for him, your heart pounding in your throat —, there had been a moment when you truly would have been fine with seeing her say yes. with walking up to congratulate them. with squeezing her hand tight and telling her to take care of your best friend. 

for a moment you had finally done it: talked yourself out of the heartache. filed away the memories of lazy afternoons spent lying on the floor of jaemin's room watching him obsess over science magazines. chipped through the love which had built up for years — the love that meant he could smile at you with a glow that felt like summer, which meant each time he craned his neck over to look at you through his lashes you felt your breath catch in your chest. 

for a split second, the notion that jaemin was getting married to the girl he met in his lab project 3 years ago had finally sunken in. even after third wheeling their dates for months, waking up in the middle of the night as jaemin panicked over fights he had with her, consoling him with a bitter taste in your mouth. it had taken a proposal and the specific sight of her hands over her mouth and eyes glistening to finally convince you that it was permanent. that he loved her. that he always would. 

until she shook her head. her hands coming away from her face, to make it even clearer. she shook her head again. she tugged at his shirt sleeve, trying to get him to stand up. whispering apologies to other diners in the restaurant. saying sorry to him before grabbing her purse and rushing out, avoiding his eyes the whole time. his eyes, round and wide, filled with hurt. 

in the car, you replay the moment in your head again and again. you're sure jaemin is doing the same thing. and its the thought of him being stuck in that moment forever that draws you to break the silence, reaching out to him with words. 

"i'm sure the two of you just need to talk it out," you try, making your voice as gentle as possible. you glance over at him, and he's staring resolutely at his hands. "it isn't an easy decision, maybe she's just overwhelmed." 

silence. he's still not looking at you, playing with the velvet box with his fingers. the defeated slouch of his shoulders prompting you to focus your eyes on the road ahead. because what could you say? guilt scrapes against your chest as you remember how it felt watching her leave, confusion and worry but also the faintest prickle of relief. 

"jaemin, everything is going to be okay, i promise you," you try again, as you pull the car into the driveway of your house. "look, it's not good for you to be alone right now, so just come in with me and i'll make you something to drink, and-" 

"marry me, y/n." 

at the words, you snap your head over to look at him. he's already staring at you, a harshness to his gaze that makes you want to back away from him. 

"what?" 

"marry me," he grabs your wrist roughly with one hand, beginning to pry open the ring box with the other. 

"jaemin what is wrong with you-" you struggle against him trying to pull your hands back, adrenaline rushing through you. 

"you love me, don't you?" he demands, trapping both your wrists in his hands. "you've loved me since college." 

your arms go slack. so he knew. 

"jaemin," you try again, all the breath seeming to have evaporated from your lungs. "let go of me, please." 

"you love me, so marry me," he continues as if you hadn't spoken. "isn't this what you want? you win, okay y/n?" 

"i don't want this," you raise your voice over his as slowly, you realise what he's implying. "i don't want to marry you, i only ever want to see you happy-" 

"you ruined this-" he spits at you, his words quickening. he lets go of your hands and runs them through his hair. "from the start i knew something was wrong. you picked out the date, you picked out the restaurant, you picked out the flowers-" 

"i was trying to help you-" 

"you even picked out this fucking ring." opening the box, he grabs it and holds it in front of you. his voice rising to a level you'd never heard, because jaemin never raised his voice at you, he shouts,"everything you did was just for yourself, you're so fucking delusional it makes me sick!" 

the sound rings in your ears, it seems to echo endlessly in the small space of the car. you're unable to breathe from how hard you're sobbing. you're aware that by not saying anything you're making things ten times worse, as if you had nothing to say for yourself, but it's the look of jaemin like this — his face twisted with anger, as if you were nothing more than a stranger, that hurt you so badly you couldn't make out the words.

your hands reach out for him, but you pull away because that just proves him right. 

"j-jaem, i would never… i never did that to you," the words sound pathetic even to you, but you can't think of anything else to say. because you loved him. even as you were sitting there, you still did. 

jaemin bites his lip in contempt. "whatever." 

grabbing your trembling hand, he shoves the ring onto your finger — ironically, it's a perfect fit. 

x

all rationality tells you not to open the door. but something in you always wanted a better goodbye. 

jaemin looks surprised to see you. he straightens from how he was slumped against the opposite door, hands shoved into his pockets. 

"did i wake you?" 

the concern in his eyes is too much for you to bear. "why did you come here?" 

swallowing, he exhales shakily. "i'm sorry." 

"not good enough." for the first time in all the time you've known him, you choose cruelty just as he did that day in the car. 

"i'm sorry for everything i said," he continues, stepping towards you, his gaze heavy with a seriousness you haven't seen since. "i don't even believe any of the things i said. everything i did was wrong."

the words sink in. of everything that he said, it's sickening to you how your heart practically aches to forgive him, begging you to throw your arms around him and tell him he's absolved of everything. you force yourself to stand your ground, digging your heels into the hurt that has accumulated over the past month, over the years. picking your words carefully, you look away.  

"it's stupid. but as much as i liked you, and maybe even loved you, i've never once heard you say those words in the way i wanted it." you take a deep breath. "and what you said that day… that's not the type of thing someone just forgives. you can't just take it out on me, leave for a month, and expect me to understand." 

"i know that," jaemin says, softly. 

there's a pause. 

"i'm going to head back in now," you hesitate. "if you don't have anything else to say." 

"wait, y/n-" he reaches out to grab your wrist, his grip immediately slackening into a gentle hold once you jolt. "let me try to make it up to you. i can't do anything without you, nothing feels right without you. i knew it from the moment i left…" he winces. "the moment i left the car, and i know it's going to feel wrong forever if i don't at least try to make it right with you." 

you can't rise above it, and you can't cut him out of your life like you wanted to so badly. because you couldn't be without him either. 

"call me tomorrow, and tell me again." meeting his eyes again, you tell him as firmly as you can. "i'm not forgiving you straight away but, just…call me again." 

"i will." and there it is, the faintest hint of a smile. and just as he turns to leave, he looks back at you. "and y/n… i'm sorry. for never saying it like you needed me to. for ruining things."

you tell him you're sorry too.

tags: @91qowngus, @sundhaelatte, @jaemboi64, @sassy-author

#jaemin angst #jaemin scenario #nct dream angst #nct dream scenario #jaemin au #nct dream au

[cheriedarliingz]

please explain the plot of glee to me pretty girl 😚

AAAAAAAAGGGGGHHH

(squeals through your phone!!!!!)

(this is basically me giving u a very chaotic rundown and trying to implement all of my opinions on it. i started this at 5am and i'm finishing it at 11pm 😭. i basically am just writing down the pilot episode...)

OK SO BASICALLY,

it starts with the old glee director getting fired for sexual harassment because rachel berry, an absolute insufferable yet disturbingly talented teenager for only being a sophomore in hs at this point in time, reported him- NOT BECAUSE HE WAS INAPPROPRIATELY TOUCHING A STUDENT, NO!- but because sandy (old glee coach) gave someone else a solo instead of her 🤗🤗 . I HATE HER!!!! (she only gets worse from this point on too btw!!)

so, sandy gets fired and the principal of wiliam mckinley high school was like, "well since we don't have someone to take control of the glee cub and we also don't have the money for it, we'll just cut the program😁!" (although he paid for the cheer team's (the cheerios) new dietitian...)

... sigh.

This is where W*ll Sch*ester comes in...

(i hate w*ll sch*ester!!!!)

will is a sad old middle aged man with an uptight wife (terri schuester<3) who is basically living his high school glory days through the glee club. (this man is a menace. he needs to be put down!)

will is like to figgins (the principal) , "no! you can't take away the glee club! you're taking away these kids' will to live!" (his will to live)

so figgins is like, "fine but ur paying out of pocket to support it🙄🙄."

so there's tina, a goth whose faking a stutter so she doesn't have to talk to people she doesn't like, artie, a kid whose in a wheelchair and sings like he's not a white boy from the midwest, mercedes (MY BELOVED!!!!) , whose amazing but of course they portrayed her as the token angry black girl because what ELSE could she POSSIBLY bring to the table except that, kurt (MY BELOVED PT.2!!!!) , a closeted gay whose closet is made out of glass, and then... fucking rachel.

anyway, will then gets notified by sue sylvester, cheerios coach and the MOST AMAZING CHARACTER IN THIS GODFORSAKEN SHOW, that the glee club needs 12 people in order to compete in competitions and keep the club afloat.

so, he tries to talk to the football team about signing up for glee club after rachel tells him that artie isn't good enough to keep up with her vocally. he fails, and the sign-up sheet gets vandalized with penises and a bunch of ridiculous fake names!

and then there's this whole monologue like, "i was just about to give up until i heard his voice..."

and this poor kid finn is in the bathroom, just peacefully singing to himself while this CREEPY ASS MIDDLE AGED MAN is listening to him.

... and then he plants weed in his locker and tells him to sign up for the glee club or else he'd get expelled and lose his (nonexistent) football scholarship.

anyway, a little while after that his wife terri is like, "hey! i'm pregnant! 🤗" (spoiler alert! it was a hysterical pregnancy... and after that she then tries to hide the fact that she is in fact, NOT pregnant by wearing this fake pregnant stomach thing and trying to bribe finn's girlfriend for her child since she doesn't want to keep it.) and then will is thinking, "damn, i'm really gonna hate life now... time to be an accountant so i can support my (cunty af) lying wife and our fake baby!"

so he then puts in his two weeks but not without emma (his love interest and william mckinley's guidance counselor.) going, "pls go to the careers center tomorrow so you don't make the biggest mistake of your life and inevitably kill yourself." in much kinder words than how i phrased it. she basically shows him an old video of his time in glee club and i guess that inspires him... or something idk.

so the episode ends with the glee club performing don't stop believin by journey (i've heard this song so many goddamn times in this show that i HATE it now!) and the cheerios (quinn, santana, brittany.) and sue (best character in television history) are watching them as well as puck, finn's best friend who totally thinks finn is a bitch for joining jew directions.

also, will is in one of the auditorium seats and he comes back on the stage like, "good job, guys! btw i'm back! sorry for quitting on you for like ten seconds😝."

anyway, there's so much more that i left out but i don't feel like going back and editing this. thank you for asking me about glee and letting me go insane about my worst special interest ever!!!! - asteria<3 .

#asteria's anons<3

[casspurrjoybell-28]

Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 39 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

"Okay so show me the whole look," Lylah says from the bed, her hand stuffed in a bag of pretzels.

We're in my room right now and I'm getting ready for my first date with Daemon, which I am absolutely off-the-walls excited for.

I quickly change into the outfit I have in mind.

Mid-waist, dark-wash bootcut jeans with converse, paired with a white bell sleeve top with cute tie lacing at the front.

Lylah squeals when she sees me, jumping off the bed and coming over to me.

She pulls the moon necklace Daemon gifted to me out from under the top.

"You look so cute," she says. "He's gonna love it. He'd probably love it even if you wore a trash bag."

"Thanks," I grin, looking at myself in the mirror.

My hair has grown out a bit, I should probably get it trimmed soon before it starts to look like a messy sheep mane.

"Wait, I forgot I have something to give you. You totally need to wear it on your date."

She goes over to her bag, rifling through it before pulling out something white wrapped in the plastic.

"What is it?" I ask curiously, walking over to her.

"So I ordered some lingerie and they accidentally sent me these, which don't get me wrong are absolutely gorgeous but they're just not my style. And they're size extra small so I think they'd fit you," she pulls the small piece of fabric from the bag.

I'm confused on what I'm looking at and have no idea why Lylah is telling me about her laundry orders.

I give her a questioning look.

"What is it?" I ask.

"Girl. Panties. Cute, lacy panties that Daemon is literally gonna go crazy for if you wear them to your date."

She holds them up, revealing the white lacy underwear.

My face goes red in realization of what they are.

And what they're for.

"Lylah. I-I can't wear that."

"I haven't tried them on so they're clean, if that's what you're worried about."

"That's not it. I'd be too embarrassed if he saw me in those."

"Why? He'd totally be into it."

I imagine it for a second, how he'd react when he pulls off my clothes and finds me in the underwear.

How he'd rip them off with his teeth and call me a slut...

"Hello? Earth to Ash? Are you gonna put them on?"

"I think I'll save them for another day," I say, embarrassed from losing myself in my fantasy.

Lylah sighs.

"Suit yourself. Now, eyeliner?" she asks, raising an eyebrow as she pulls the black pen from her bag.

"Uh..."

I have bad memories of the first time I wore it, with Henry and all that.

But today's a happy day.

I want to have a good memory associated with it now.

I check the clock before I look back at her.

"Yes."

Soon I'm all ready to go, seeing Lylah off and waiting on the porch steps with my bag for Daemon to come.

He said he was picking me up at five.

I check my cell-phone and see that it's 4:55.

Great. I'm right on time.

I sit there patiently waiting for him.

I check my phone again and it's 5:10.

Daemon usually isn't late.

I check for any texts from him but there's none.

I wait out there for over an hour.

I just stare at the road, anticipating his car coming around the bend any minute but it never happens.

I'm so concentrated on willing his arrival that I don't realize I'm shivering.

The temperature has gone down with the sun in the sky and my teeth chatter.

I check my phone and my heart sinks when I see it's 6:25 and there is not a single message from him.

With a sad sigh, I get up and go inside.

Inevitably I start to tear up, ruining the makeup Lylah did for me.

I stare at our messages on my phone, which is just me texting 'where are you?'

Three times in a row.

Did he forget?

Did I take this too seriously and make myself look stupid for getting all excited?

But really, where is he?

It's almost 11pm now and he's not shown up.

It makes my gut queasy with worry.

Did something happen?

I text Tristan asking if Daemon's okay.

A minute later I hear my cell-phone ding and I all but leap toward it, quickly unlocking the device.

But all that Tristan's said is 'Mission.'

So Daemon was sent out on a last minute mission?

That makes sense for why he'd miss our date but not for why he wouldn't text or call me to let me know.

Was it really not that important to him?

I chew on my lip, feeling lonely in the giant house.

Since Lucien went into a coma, Daemon's been living here with me since he didn't want to leave me vulnerable and alone without an alpha to protect me.

So why is he not here right now?

Worry and dread mix up in my stomach.

Did I do something to upset him?

Was I ignorant and didn't realize he had something else going on today?

I chew on my nails, lying in bed with my date clothes still on.

I was too occupied with ruminating over this to change.

I fall asleep right there, waking up uncomfortably the next day.

There's still no word from Daemon.

[presumenothing]

It's too late.

#wohedit #wohdaily #wen kexing #word of honor #woh #shan he ling #shl #woh spoilers #*gifs #mine #journey to the gif #image id in descriptions #yes i am aware that the double meaning of late as in departed only works in english do not @ me i will bite you #me at 8pm yesterday: we just finished a massive gif project don't u dare give me shl ideas #my brain: how bout i do anyway 🎵 #me at 11pm: sighing as i give in to the inevitable #>:| #anyway i've tried like three times to post this idk why tumblr is suddenly having a grudgematch with me today #????

[scvrllet]

the inevitable / r.b

Pairing: Regulus Black x Fem!Reader

Summary: Defying the Dark Lord never ends well, you and Regulus learned this from experience

Warning(s): death, brief mention of torture, angst but with a fluffy ending (you’re welcome, we all know I usually would’ve left it angsty)

Words: 3k+

Prompt: “Run away with me, it’ll be worth it.” will be in bold

This is for @obsessedwithrandomthings‘ writing challenge (congrats again on 500 followers!) 

A/N: I cannot write fluff I’m so sorry if you cringe. Also I’m posting this at nearly 11pm so idek if anyones gonna see this

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Regulus stood hunched over the basin. The green glow of the remaining potion acting as a cruel reminder of what remaining torture he has to go through. Kreacher stood in front of him with a goblet in his hands. Regulus nodded and gulped down the potion, feeling the burning sensation as it went down.

He’s only had a few sips and so far, have only felt like his insides were on fire. As uncomfortable and painful it was, he forced himself to take more until his surroundings seemed to change.

(Y/N)?” He rasped as his vision started to focus on the figure sprawled out in front of him. When his vision finally focused, that was when he started screaming and scrambled to get up. Kreacher quickly dropped the goblet back into the basin and went to hold back his master who was mumbling stuff under his breath.

“Master Black, you must drink the potion.”

“(Y/N)! She’s there! Kreacher let go of me, she’s going to die!”

“Master Black, (Y/N) isn’t there. You must drink the potion.”

By this point Kreacher had to force the boy to take the potion and he hated every single second of it. Hearing his Master’s cries and protests to save someone who wasn’t there. Kreacher only hoped that they’d be out of here soon.

Taking more of the potion only made the visions worse. He kept seeing you, then Sirius, then the both of you laying in front of him. The two of you, dead before him just before the vision changed again. This time, Regulus recognized it as a memory. It was the first time he had gotten into a fight with you. 

“I just don’t see why you’re so worked up on this (Y/N). I’ll be fine, just because my family supports him doesn’t mean I’ll become a Death Eater.” Regulus said, his tone laced with annoyance as he lied straight to your face. 

“Than run away with me, it’ll be worth it. I promise. You won’t have to worry about Voldemort or your family. It’ll only be us. Just say the word, take my hand and we’ll go.” You pleaded desperately 

It hurt him to see you so stressed over him and it hurt even more that he was lying to you. He was already branded with the Dark Mark but he just didn’t know how to tell you. He didn’t even know if he wanted to tell you. 

“No, (Y/N), I can’t. He’ll find us, find me somehow. That will only put us into more danger.” Again, lies spilled out from his mouth. 

Regulus now wondered if he had taken your hand, would have things turned out differently.

When the potion was finally gone, Kreacher quickly grabbed the locket and switched it for the one Regulus had brought that contained the letter.

“Water. I need water.” Regulus mumbled, looking around the cave before crawling towards the dark lake surrounding the island they were standing on.

“Master Black no!” Kreacher protested but it was too late.

Immediately after Regulus and cupped his hands into the water to bring some to his lips, white ghastly hands had started to crawl out from the water. Several of them from all sides of the island. It was as if they were waiting for him.

By the time Kreacher made it to Regulus’ side, the inferi were already dragging him towards the water and they both knew that there was nothing that could be done. Before he was pulled under the water, he gave Kreacher one last order, fighting to stay above the water for even just a few more seconds.

“Go! Don’t tell my family anything, and give the letter to (Y/N). Protect her at all cost and destroy the locket”

The House elf nodded and with a guilty expression, appeared out of the cave and back to 12 Grimmauld Place. The sounds of his Master’s screams and cries echoing in his head as he appeared into the home that felt colder than usual. He quickly called for his master’s owl and gave it the letter. “To Hogwarts, to Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” 

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Mail at Hogwarts was usually delivered during breakfast unless it was considered urgent, then it’d be delivered straight to the recipient’s dorm.

You were sitting on the edge of your one of your dorm-mates bed when a pecking noise was heard from outside the window. It was one of your other dorm-mates who decided to open the window after you waved it off as a tree branch on the window. 

“It’s not a branch (Y/N),why would there be a branch here? Anyways, it’s a letter for you.” They said as they handed you the letter. 

The second you grabbed it from her hand your brows raised as you recognized the Black family crest stamped in the middle of it, sealing the envelope shut. “Regulus?” you mumbled as you got up to go sit on your own bed. 

For the past month you noticed that he was acting differently and just a week ago he apparently left school. You just assumed that his parents needed him home for some urgent business and that was why he didn’t tell you anything. He was a busy boy after all. 

Breaking the seal on the envelope you took out the piece of parchment which was written in black ink. Your heart swells as you read what was written in it.

My little dove, 

If you’re reading this then it means that I have been killed. I’m sorry I’ve kept you in the dark about this but I found out something about Voldemort. He’s created this thing called a Horcrux. He’s not human, not anymore. For the past month I’ve been trying to figure out where to find it and possibly destroy it. I know that you’d probably scold me for doing a suicide mission but that’s now why I haven’t told you anything. It’s because I know you’d join me and do anything and everything so that I could live but I can’t let that happen. I’m ashamed to be a part of this family and shamed to have waited so long before finally realizing how horrible it actually is. 

There isn’t much time. I’m writing this the night before I go to the cave with Kreacher. Hopefully he is able to destroy the Horcrux and he’ll be mortal once again. 

Also, another thing. Please don’t tell my family anything or anyone in general, especially Sirius. If they ask about me just say you don’t know. Sirius would go out of his way to try and kill him and as much as I miss him, he’s safer with the Potters. Or at least I hope. 

I love you (Y/N), I always have and always will. Not even death can stop me, I promise. 

Yours forever,  Regulus Arcturus Black.

P.S.

Please don’t rush to see me again. We will meet again when your time comes but for now, your time is far from near. Don’t rush it darling, it’s not a race to the end. I love you forever. 

You didn’t notice the tears that fell from your eyes until one landed on the letter you were now gripping tightly. Your dorm-mates had paused their conversation and were now at the edge of your bed looking at you with worried expressions. 

“What’s wrong?” One of them asked.

“N-nothing.” You lied. 

They either believed it or knew better than to pressure you into saying anything. They simply just nodded and quickly left the dorm to give you your space which you silently thanked them for. When the door closed behind them you fell back onto the bed, your head buried into your pillow as your sobs filled the room. The letter clutched tightly in your arms until you had fallen asleep. 

When you woke up the next morning you immediately sat up to make sure that no one had taken the letter and read it. You sighed in relief when it was still in your hands and hid it before getting ready for the day. Getting ready as if you hadn’t just found out that the love of your life was killed the day before. No one could find out. 

You were thankful that there was only a week left before the Christmas holidays. Though you had plans to meet with Regulus over the break, you would now be spending them grieving a boy that no one but you and Kreacher knew had passed.  You only hoped that the week would end quickly. 

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Kreacher greeted you at the door. 12 Grimmauld Place felt colder and lonelier than ever as you stepped inside. 

The House Elf led you to the Drawing Room where a yellow locket rested on a table. You looked back at Kreacher who nodded, already knowing what you were going to ask. 

“So this was the Dark Lord’s Horcrux, Salazar Slytherin’s locket.” You thought to yourself as you picked it up to examine it. 

“Kreacher has not been able to destroy it.” The old House Elf croaked. 

“And why would Kreacher do such a thing?” A voice said suddenly from behind the two of you. You instinctively grabbed your wand, ready to defend yourself and Kreacher but as you turned around two spells were shot towards you. The locket along with your wand dropped to the ground and a third spell was aimed at your chest, causing you to stumble and fall onto your back. 

Kreacher tried to intervene but with a wave of their wand, the attacker who you have yet to get a clear look at, sent the House Elf flying into the closest wall. By the time he was on his feet, the attacker was standing by your side and harshly grabbed your shoulder before apparating out of the house. Kreacher stood there for a moment, taking in the fact that he had failed his Master not just once but twice. 

“My Lord, this is the girl.” Your attacker said, they bowed at the tall dark figure who stood before them and that was when you finally recognized who it was. Bellatrix Lestrange, Regulus’s cousin who was an extremely loyal Death Eater to the Dark Lord. It was said that she was even obsessed with him and you wondered how twisted someone must be to be obsessed with a man like him.

“And where is the locket?” The figure, who you assumed was the Dark Lord, asked. His voice was calm which surprised you. You expected him to sound colder, cruel even. 

“I-I didn’t see it.” Was Bellatrix’s reply which caused the Dark Lord to finally turn around. 

“Well then, why don’t we ask our guest then.” He suggested as he slowly stepped closer towards you. Crouching down in front of you, he placed two fingers under your chin and lifted your head up so that you were looking him in the eye. 

You were once told that the Dark Lord was actually an attractive young man while studying at Hogwarts. Many girls fawned over him but he paid them no mind. He seemed to have his own gang of ‘friends’ who ended up to be his very first Death Eaters. No one would have thought that the he would have rose to power at such an early age. Over the years, as he started to become a dark wizard was when his features started to look less human but they were subtle. From a glance you would have assumed that he was just another wizard but upon closer inspection you noticed the subtle snake-like features. 

“Now, have you seen a yellow locket? More specifically, one that shouldn’t have been touched from the start.”He asked you calmly, a wicked smirk on his lips as he watched you try to appear calm. 

“No.” You lied through gritted teeth. 

His smirk seemed to grow as he let go from your chin. “Liar!” He seethed as he stood up straight. 

He turned to Bellatrix who stood behind you and you felt your heart drop to your stomach when you heard him say, “Bella, do as you please.”

The sounds of his footsteps retreating echoed through the dimly lit room and when the door behind him closed shut you prayed, prayed for some sort of God or deity to spare you from what you knew was going to come. 

“Looks like we are going to have some fun.” She said in a sickly sweet tone before grabbing her wand and pulling you up by your shoulder. 

It felt like hours had gone by as you laid on the cold ground, not you minded. You liked the cold ground. It was better than Bellatrix’s wand burning into your skin or the cruciatus curse that felt like white-hot knives piercing your skin. 

Just when you had thought it was over, the pain filled your body again. Your bones felt like they were on fire and you tried to bite back a scream. Bellatrix only giggled, seeming to love the pain she was inflicting as she rasped her wand and pointed it at you again. 

“Please.” You had managed to say. Due to the hours of torture you had just gone through you were surprised you had enough strength to even speak. 

Bellatrix lowered her wand, her eyes no longer bearing that maniac look that often filled her eyes as her expression looked more sympathetic. At this point you were far too weak to even try and figure out if this was all an act or not. A part of you told you to not get your hopes up but on the verge of death, your hopes were already far too high. 

She crouched down and leaned towards your ear, her signature smirk returning to her face as she whispered, “You should’ve told him where it was.” before one last spell shot out form her wand.

“Avada Kedavra.” 

Your body fell limp and during the last second before death greeted you, a small smile appeared on your lips as your last thoughts were of finally reuniting with Regulus. Then quicker than ever, darkness flooded your vision and you welcomed it.  

--- 

When you opened your eyes again it was no longer darkness that flooded your vision but bright white light. Once your vision adjusted you noticed you were at Kings Cross Station except it was entirely white. Even the clothes you wore were all white. Was this the afterlife? 

“He’s waiting for you.” A familiar voice said and you turned around to see your grandmother. You didn’t hesitate for a second as you ran towards her to hug her, a chuckle escaping her lips as she hugged you back. You had lost her the summer before you started Hogwarts and it pained you to not be able to tell her what you experienced there. You knew she would’ve loved to hear what you had to say but maybe now, 6 years later, you could finally tell her. 

“As much as I’d love to hear about your years at Hogwarts, I have to wait for someone else.” Your grandmother said as if she had read your mind.

“Mom...” 

“Yes my child, though worry not, it is not her time yet.” 

Silence draped itself onto the two of you as you realized that your parents had no idea that you had died. You simply told them that you were going to a friend’s house and that you’d be back for dinner but now that wouldn’t be happening. 

“They’ll be fine, don’t worry about them. What you should be worrying about is keeping him waiting.” Your grandmother said and you looked at her with a confused expression. 

“He?” You asked, not sure who she could have been referring to. She simply smiled and then it clicked in your head. Regulus.

“Take the train down three stops, get off and wait until the train is gone before getting off the platform. He’ll be there waiting for you.” With one last hug, you left your grandmother and hopped onto the train that arrived a few minutes after. You followed her instructions, getting off at the third stop and waiting until the train was fully gone before getting off of the platform. 

Getting off of the platform, you were relieved to see that everything wasn’t all white but instead, was the countryside with farm animals and a small cottage. There was a feeling inside you that wanted for you to go towards the cottage. 

“I’m already dead so what’s the worst that could happen?” You thought to yourself before heading towards the cottage. 

The closer you got the more nostalgic you felt though you couldn’t figure out how. By the time you were standing on the front door step, you could’ve sworn that you’ve seen the cottage somewhere before. 

Before you could even knock, the door swung open and a head of black curly hair immediately pulled you into their embrace. You stood there unsure of what was happening until the familiar scent of the boy you loved filled your senses. 

“Regulus...” You said softly, as if trying to confirm whether it was really him or not that was hugging you so tightly. 

He pulled away, hands no longer holding you close to him but now cupping your face. Tears filled both your eyes though neither of you knew who started crying first. 

“You’re such an idiot.” He tried joking as he buried your face in his chest. He held you close, pressing kisses into your hair as tears streamed down both your faces. 

“I love you.” You said, lifting you head up from his chest to look into his eyes that you were starting to miss. You were happy to see that they didn’t look so dull anymore.

“I love you more. But that doesn’t mean you’re not an idiot. I told you to take your time which meant not to go and try to destroy the Horcrux. I even told Kreacher to protect you but clearly-” Pulling his face closer to yours so that you could kiss him caused his lecture to abruptly stop as he melted into the kiss. 

The moment lasted for a while but ended far too quickly in your opinion as Regulus pulled away and started to lecture you again causing you to roll your eyes. 

“You can lecture me all you want but could you at least tell me why we’re here?” You stopped him mid-lecture, pointing to the area surrounding you. For some reason it felt like home.  

“This was the life you wanted when you asked me to run away with you,” He replied with a smile that quickly dropped, “I’m sorry for not taking your hand that night. Life would’ve been different, maybe even better if I had but I was scared. I’m so sorry.”

You flashed him a soft smile, pulling his face closer to yours so that you could press a kiss to his check. A blush bloomed on his cheeks and though he tried to hide it, he knew it was no use and just gave up.

The two of you stood there for a while. Not a word being scad but instead, a comforting silence as you both took in each-others appearance. It’s been a while since either of you have been able to feel this peaceful.

“So this is the other side?” You asked breaking the silence. 

“I think so yeah. Why? You don’t like it?” The smile on his face turned into a worried expression as he looked at you. His reaction caused you to laugh. Ignoring his questioning look, you placed your hand into his and leaned your head against his shoulder. 

“No no, I like it though I don’t really care where we are.” 

“And why is that?” 

“Because I have you with me.” You replied, looking up at him with a smile which he mirrored. 

“You’re such a sap.” He teased. 

“But you still love me.”

“And I always will.”

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[toorusquill]

hello! can i request a HC on how Tsukishima, Kuroo, Bokuto and Akaashi on how they'll react to their s/o being drunk without them knowing and how they'll find out about it, thanks in advance 💕

tsukishima, kuroo, bokuto, and akaashi help you when you’re drunk

summary: you just get wasted and your boyfriend does cute things to help you. 

pairing: tsukishima kei x gn!reader, kuroo tetsurou x gn!reader, bokuto koutarou x gn!reader, akaashi keiji! x gn!reader

genre(s): fluff

warnings: alcohol, underage drinking (in tsukishima’s and akaashi’s)

a/n: although i’ve had a few run-ins with alcohol, i do not encourage underage drinking!! i do it knowing the risks of drinking & always under legal supervision. stay safe and know ur limits!! i hope you enjoy this.

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tsukishima

-this is a third year tsukishima!

-the two of you got invited to a friend’s party, but seeing as he’s not as close to the person, he declined the offer

-he paid no mind when you told him you were going, and told you to have fun.

-he had no idea that drinks would be a really big part of the party, so when you send him a bunch of incomprehensible texts filled with random emojis and smashed up words, he just sighs.

-he calls you up, and when you pick up the phone with a slurred drawl of his name, he’s somehow scolding you and teasing you

-”you really couldn’t tell me there were drinks at this party huh, y/n?”

-at first he’s not too worried. he knows you’re at your friend’s house under the supervision of their parents, but when he hears a loud crash in the background, he WILL ask about the whereabouts of the party.

-he crashes the party in his sweatpants and hastily thrown on hoodie lmao

-your friends are a little protective of you, but he assures them that he’s just there to help them with taking care of you.

-helps you walk around the place and bring you back to a somehow sober state.

-he brings you water, urges you to eat more of the snacks on the table, and generally has his eye on you in case you do something risky.

-he gets more affectionate than he usually is. lets his lips linger on your forehead and will always hold your hand to keep you close to him

-as much as he is an ass, he doesn’t rlly take video of you or anything. by the end of the night, he hands you over to your friend who was supposed to take you home.

-you give him a really sloppy kiss on his cheek and he gives a really attractive low chuckle and slips a few painkillers in the pocket of his hoodie, which he lent you. kuroo

-the apartment you shared with kuroo was unusually silent, save for the sound of his scribbling

-he was stuck doing his essay while you were out with your friends for a few drinks

-he didn’t mind, because he knew you understood what your limits were! he trusted you to get home in an acceptable state

-he was very wrong. you overdid the drinking this night, seeing as it was a celebration for the end of your exams;

-so you show up at the door with your arms slung around two of your friends

-they give him an apologetic smile and wish him good luck, and he just thanks them (and the gods) that you got home in one piece

-he’s busying himself in the kitchen. he grabs you a glass of water, reheats the leftover pizza from when he had dinner a while ago, and forces you to eat to replenish what you lost when you had too much to drink.

-when you reach out to grab his face and pull it closer to yours, he grins really widely 

-”did you miss me that much when you were out, babe?” -you nod, and ramble on about how much you miss him, how much you love him and how much you want him to kiss you right now and even as your words get.. a little heated..he doesn’t comply with any of your requests

-he just kisses the crown of your hair and holds you until you inevitably pass out.

bokuto

-so,, you guys were invited to a bar party with all your friends to celebrate a win for bokuto’s team

-and there are drinks, he’s kind of bouncing all over the place, but he’s still pretty much sober. his alcohol tolerance is high from all the drinking he’s done before

-he loses sight of you at one point, he doesn’t know when?? because your friends just kind of took you away from him.

-you two are fine being apart!! it’s a party, you won’t stop each other from having fun with your respective friend groups

-he’s busy playing another round of beer pong, when he sees your group of friends gathered around the counter where the bartender is.

-so he walks over there and he sees you just downing one shot after the other, and he’s like, “go babe!!!!”, not knowing that you were well past your limit

-your friends tell him to stop you, so he does and this is when he finds out that you’re absolutely trashed because you’re the one who’s all over him

-usually he’s the one who’s super into pda but right now, you’re slinging your arms over his neck, asking him to carry you, peppering kisses all over his face, and he’s just like, “no, okay, we have to go home now!!”

-carries you all the way back to the flat you share, and tucks you in bed because you pass out before you could even see the door of your apartment.

-he puts some painkillers & a glass of water on your bedside table, as well as a small bucket on the floor just in case you wake up and can’t make it in time to the bathroom

akaashi

-you were at your friend’s house for a sleepover!! 

-and akaashi was just at home, doing his own thing. he was spending the night reading a few books

-the clock struck 11pm, and he was like “maybe i should text y/n a good night??”

-so he sends you a sweet goodnight text! it read, “i hope you’re having fun. i’m not going to bed yet, but you might be. good night, y/n. love you, and sweet dreams.”

-you didn’t reply, but he chalked it off to you falling asleep.

-it was already early morning, around 1am or so, when he finally wanted to go to bed. but he heard the unmistakable ring of a video chat request

-he initially thinks it’s bokuto or kuroo trying to bother him, and he doesn’t pick it up but when it keeps ringing, he checks his phone and is surprised to see it’s you!

-he answers, and he can’t see much aside from blurs of your faces and your friends. he can make out a couple of glass bottles in the back, and he just sighs

-”are you guys drunk?”

-”maybeeeee~”

-your childish reply was enough to tell him that you were. he addresses one of your friends, and is relieved when they reply in a sober tone.

-he tells them to take care of you, and that he’ll be there to pick you up in the morning.

-he bids everyone a goodbye and is about to end the call but you call out for him and suddenly, your face is actually on focus, looking all serious.

-”akaashi. i love you. you’re so pretty. like absolutely etha- etheral? ethereal?”

-he’s blushing, but he nods.

-you beam at him through the screen, and continue, “yeah, ethereal. you’re an angeeel. i love you~.”

-he’s so red at this point, he’s able to stutter out a soft “i love you too, angel. rest well, stop drinking already.”

-and he ends the call as fast as possible because he sees you about to say something more and he thinks his heart would explode if you complimented him even more.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanon #tsukishima #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima headcanon #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo headcanon #kuroo tetsurou headcanon #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutarou x reader #bokuto headcanon #akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi headcanon

[sugarsugarmoon]

Summary: The summer that you meet Kim Taehyung proves to be a cruel summer. kth x reader

“I’m drunk in the back of the car, and I cried like a baby coming home from the bar. Said, “I’m fine”, but it wasn’t true. I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you. And I snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate.” Taylor Swift - Cruel Summer

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Warnings: vaginal fingering, swearing, recreational alcohol use, protected and unprotected sex, impact play, light choking, everyone’s fingers in everyone’s mouths, smol amounts of exhibitionism, oral sex (f. receiving and m. receiving)

a/n: this is mostly just a story that I wrote a bunch of my friends into. Anyway, I didn’t even read it all the way through once. It could make no sense at all. It’s my your queen of not editing and not having someone beta read. I don’t remember who else I was supposed to tag. @moonpjms @glossyfever @onherwings @softguks​ @ot7always​

WC: 18K+

You pulled up your hood then firmly tucked your arms around yourself. You ducked your head as you ran across the street through the rain. The awnings covered most of the sidewalk, but the street was uncovered, rain splattering all over the black asphalt. The neon and LED lights from the shops bouncing off the wet ground, creating a constantly changing abstract art display. You felt yourself hesitate as you were coming upon the curb because you were entranced by the dancing colors.

Leaving work this late hadn’t been your plan today, but at least you’d come prepared with a jacket, knowing that the monsoon season tended to span most of the summer. You, however, had forgotten your umbrella at home. You admonished yourself in your brain for being such an airhead today, like always. Thank God for Find My iPhone, or you’d constantly be in trouble.

You look at the sidewalk ahead of you, still glinting with the lights from the shops and business, and you sighed in exasperation upon seeing the large sections ahead of you that had no awning. Normally it wouldn’t be a big deal, but you were supposed to meet friends tonight at a bar in Gangnam. You were already running behind, not to mention the 30 minutes on the train that you had ahead of you. Now, you also had to worry about looking like a drowned rat, with your hair falling stringy and wet around your face.

You stand at the edge of the awning as if you’re looking down a steep precipice for your inevitable end. You stand for one more second, close your eyes, and accept your fate. Before you can take a step into the downpour, someone clears their throat behind you. You turn quickly to see a tall man with dark shaggy hair standing a little too close to you. You can’t see most of his face because he’s wearing a mask and a hat with a bill, but his eyes are sparkling just like the lights off the wet pavement.

“You look like maybe you could use an umbrella,” he says, and you can tell just from his tone that he has a smile on his face.

Normally, you wouldn’t accept help from a strange man on the street, but it’s raining and you’re late.

You sigh and say, reluctantly, “Are you going anywhere near Saetgang station?”

He shifts his weight in an energetic kind of way. “As a matter of fact, I happen to be going to Saetgang station.”

He shifts his umbrella to his left hand and holds it over you more than himself. You walk with your shoulders touching, and after about 2 minutes, he talks. He isn’t looking at you, but you still know it’s for you because no one else is around.

“You can just call me Tae, by the way.”

“Oh, thanks,” you pause, unsure if you want to give him any more information about yourself than you have to; stranger danger and all that. “I’m y/n.”

“Y/n? That’s an unusual name for around here.”

“Well, I’m originally from the States, but I moved here when I was very young. My dad worked at the consulate and my mother was an English teacher, so I’ve been here most of my life.” You realize the insane amount of detail you’ve just given him, and you shake your head at yourself. To shift focus, you snap, “Besides, Tae isn’t that common for around here anyway. If you were traditional Korean, wouldn’t your name be three syllables? Whoever heard of a traditional ‘just call me Tae.”

“Hey! Come on. I’ve got a Korean name. I would just like to have a tiny bit of anonymity, thank you very much. Not all of us are open books, Ms. my-father-works-for-the-consulate.”

“Worked.” Your tone drops, and you keep your head down as you see the stairs down to the subway before you. You thank the universe or God or whoever was listening to the shouting in your head for the awkward interaction to be over.

As soon as you are down the stairs and out of the rain, you thank him and try to scurry off. Hopefully you’ll never have to see that jerk again.

You swipe your transportation card and make your way to the platform to wait for the next train. The train from Yeoui-dong to Gangnam comes every 12 minutes, and you have the times memorized in your head. The last train had come at 7:11pm. You look down at your watch. 7:22pm. Perfect timing you think to yourself. Despite being slowed down slightly by just-call-me-Tae, you were still perfectly on time.

When the train arrives, you clamber inside around the car stuffed with bodies. You find a place to grab the railing overhead and cast your eyes at the floor of the car. It’s best to avoid eye contact on the train.

After the first stop, the people inside shift around, and the shoes in front of you now are not the same as the last pair. The person before you before was wearing black shoes, the kind that are so shiny that you could see your reflection in them. These shoes are slip on loafers with a little decorative metal clasps on top. Something about them is familiar. Oh shit.

You draw your eyes up the slender frame before you, and you take in the muscles on his chest that you hadn’t noticed before. When you finally look at his face, he has a smug, amused grin showing his teeth. You roll your eyes, and then your heart speeds up.

“Are you following me? What do you want? I don’t have any money.”

His eyebrows shoot up his forehead. “Oh my god! No! We just happened to be on the same train! I’m meeting friends at SAHM in Gangnam, I promise!”

The panic in his tone makes you want to trust him, but you still remain wary. As his words set in, you roll your eyes again.

“Seriously? SAHM? Are you kidding me call-me-Tae?”

You know you didn’t tell him where you were going except to the station, but the fact that he says he’s going to the same bar as you seems too crazy to be coincidence.

“Yes?” he says, the surprise wiped from his face to be replaced by confusion.

“Why?” you ask to yourself in exasperation.

The train stops, and people shuffle around the car. You get pushed a little closer to the man in front of you, and you feel your cheeks redden.

“Well, my friend is hanging out with his girlfriend and her friends tonight, and they invited me and some other friends too.” He’s confused, and you want to call him an idiot for not realizing that the question wasn’t directed toward him.

He reaches into the pocket on his long, sweeping tan coat. You recoil ever so slightly from the unexpected movement.

He plucks his phone from his pocket and holds it toward you. “Dude, relax,” he laughs. “I’m not stalking you. I’m not going to murder you. You’re fine. I see you clutching that pepper spray. Use it if you need, but maybe just not in the confined train car.”

You become aware of the fact that your hand is in your purse, gripping your pepper spray, and you feel a little embarrassed. You mutter an apology.

“Look.” He holds his phone out to you.

Very clearly in the group chat he shows you are several people making plans to meet up at SAHM tonight. You roll your eyes again.

“If you keep doing that, they’re gonna get stuck like that.”

Every moment with this man is more embarrassing than the last, and you cannot wait for the ride to be over. Only one more stop before yours, and you can get off the train, mosey around the station for an inconspicuous amount of minutes before going to SAHM to meet your friends.

You ride the rest of the way to Gangnam with your eyes on anything but that embarrassing man, and he doesn’t push the conversation any further.

When the doors open, just-call-me-Tae bows slightly and says it was nice to meet you. Then he disappears into the sea of people in the station.

It’s about 30 minutes later when you finally make it to the bar, and you see your friends across the crowded space. The place has a kind of rustic feel to it, lots of wood and exposed brick. It reminds you of the hipster bars back in the states when you visited family last summer, and your cousin, Lindy, had insisted that you just had to try the new bar in town. You had a good time, but those fancy hipster drinks were stronger than you thought. You’d ended up drunk, flirting with the bartender. You even started an argument with Lindy when she refused to let you go home with a stranger in a country that you didn’t know well or speak the language perfectly.

You wriggle through the crowded bar to make your way to your friends. You smile at the sight of them all laughing and drinking together. Your friend, Rey, has her arm around the waist of a guy a little taller than her, who has a mask and a cap on, covering most of his face. You assume it’s her boyfriend, who she talks about non-stop but rarely goes into detail about.

Once you reach them, you see your friends’ beautiful faces and smile. They’re all gathered around a tall table, drinking and talking loudly. You say hello to all of your friends, hugging Rey last.

“y/n, this is Jimin. I’ve told you a little bit about him,” she shouts over the loud bar sounds, beaming up at him. She’s so precious when she’s in love.

She’s talked vaguely about Jimin for a long time, and you aren’t totally sure what his job is. You know that he travels a lot for work and that sometimes Rey goes with him. You know that she never says exactly where he lives or who his friends are or anything like that. She’s so smitten that you are so excited to finally meet him.

“Hi, Jimin. I’m so glad to finally meet you!”

You shake his hand and exchange pleasantries. His eyes are the only part of his face that you can really see, but they are full of light and excitement and joy. You feel overwhelmed by the feeling of happiness in your chest just from meeting your friend's boyfriend.

“y/n, I brought some of my friends along. Everyone else has already met them, but I’d love to introduce you.”

Jimin’s friends are all gathered together, talking and drinking. Jimin pulls each of them over to introduce them, the smile in his eyes shining above the mask. He finally pulls over a man with white shirt, when he turns, it’s undeniable that the face before you is the same one that you’d hoped to never see before. Luckily, you’re drunk and having fun, so you feel a little more relaxed.

“This is my best friend, Tae,” says Jimin. Tae shakes each of your hands, and when he gets to you, he hesitates as he says, “Nice to meet you.”

“Hi, I’m y/n,” you say, with snark dripping off your tongue.

“y/n? That’s such a unique and beautiful name.”

You blush a little bit, and you’re not sure why. You know he’s just making a joke, making up for what he said before. The alcohol pulsing through your body leaves you feeling a little hazy as you realize that you’ve been holding his handshake for too long. You yank your hand away from him and rub your cheek gently.

You turn from him and make your way back over to your friends. “y/n, you are so red!” exclaims Ahhyun.

You duck your head and cover your face with your hands. You’re just red because you’re embarrassed by Tae nothing else. You throw back the rest of your drink and track down the server to get another one.

After a few drinks, you are feeling silly and giggly with your friends. Everyone, including Jimin’s friends, decides to play a game around the table, and everyone is giggling and drinking. You’ve missed nights out with your friends like this, and for some reason, you keep finding yourself next to Tae.

Someone suggests that you all play suck and blow because apparently you aren’t actual adults with real jobs and retirement accounts. At least not tonight. You end up next to your friend Seoyeon on one side and Tae on the other. As the card goes around, you look up at Tae thinking about the fact that he has yet to remove the mask from his face. He sneaks the straw from his drink up under the bottom and drinks. You laugh to yourself at the silliness of it all.

“Are you going to be able to play with that mask on?” you ask him pointedly.

“Of course. You have no idea how strong my skills are.” He giggles and sets his drink on the table.

You finish your drink, and you feel that fuzzy feeling in your head that tells you that it’s probably time for some water. You watch the group pass the card from one person to another. Jinhee intentionally drops the card as she turns to her girlfriend, Ash, an adorable girl who is studying abroad in Seoul. You feel yourself blush as they kiss, and you melt a little bit more. You’re such a hopeless romantic, and love makes you so soft.

You get the card from Seoyeon and turn to Tae. He tries his hardest to hold the card against his mouth with his mask on, but it falls. Everyone laughs as he keeps his face close to yours.

“Oops,” he whispers. His tone hints that maybe it wasn’t an accident, but you can’t tell.

Suddenly, your mind is full of the image of you pulling down his mask and kissing his lips hard, tasting the sweet alcohol on his tongue. You want to put your hands in his hair and pull his hat off. His shirt is loose, and you long to see the shape of his chest underneath it. His collarbones are poking out of the top of his shirt, and you can see how perfectly your mouth would fit on them.

You are completely lost in the lustful thoughts when someone drops a glass on the floor, and it shatters. You realize the thoughts that you’ve been having, and you feel like the heat immediately shooting into your cheeks again. You decide to head to the bathroom to try to rinse your face with cold water. Maybe it will sober you up and keep these thoughts about Tae out of your head.

You splash the water on your face and wash your hands. This is the first time that you’ve looked in the mirror since before you walked in the rain, and you can see that your hair, while not as bad as it could be, is windblown and messy. Your fingers fumble through your hair until you get it slightly more presentable. You rinse your face once more, trying to wash away the redness in your face from the drinks.

When you stumble slightly as you exit the bathroom, and you trip slightly and grab onto the arm of the man that you trip into. You look up, and a tall gruff looking man is looking down at you.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry,” you mutter and try to slip away from him.

“Where are you going, cutie? You didn’t even introduce yourself yet,” he says as he grabs your wrist.

“Look, I should really get back to my friends.” You’re panicking a little, and you try to wiggle your wrist free of his grasp.

“Ah, honey, won’t you stay and chat a while with me?” he starts to pull you closer to him, and you yank your wrist away from him.

“Oh goodness, darling, there you are. I’ve been looking for you,” a male voice announces from behind you. When you whip your head around, Tae is standing there.

You scoot closer to him and grab his hand. “Sorry, babe, I didn’t mean to get lost. It’s just so crowded in here. I lost direction.”

The man who had been trying to get you to stay with him looks disgruntled as Tae pulls you into his side. Before he can say anything, Tae pulls the mask down from his face and the bill of his hat up a bit to reveal the absolutely gorgeous face before you. There’s something super familiar about it that you can’t quite place. Upon seeing his face, the guy mumbles some apologies and skulks away.

“Really? Your face scared him? That pretty thing?” you ask, drunker than you felt a minute ago.

Tae laughs and pulls his mask back up. Then something clicks in your brain. You’ve seen that face before in the subway, all over the television, all over the internet. Oh fuck.

“Thanks. I have to go,” you blurt out and slink away from him.

“Wait!” he shouts after you, but you keep moving through the crowd to your friends.

When you get to the table where you’d all been gathered and grab your bag. You say a quick goodbye to Ahhyun, seeing that Rey and Jimin are way too wrapped up in each other to notice. You slip out the front door onto the cool, wet sidewalk. Luckily, the rain has stopped, so you can walk briskly toward your apartment, your shoes slapping against the wet pavement.

When you’re a little way away from the bar, you slow your walk slightly, trying to process what just happened. Tae, who is an idol, had just attempted to protect your honor in public. Why was he even there? Shouldn’t he be...dancing or something?

You’re not sure why you’re so angry at him just for being who he is. Your ego is a little bruised in that you thought this guy might actually be interested in you, but there was no way that someone like him was going to be interested in someone like you. You’d seen the female idols and movie stars; he could have anyone he wanted.

You shake your head to try to get the image of him with a beautiful super model, laughing about the girl at the bar who flirted with him like a child by being mean to him. The sound of feet on the wet sidewalk pulls your attention away from your thoughts. You turn around, and you cannot believe your eyes. Tae is walking briskly toward you.

“You’re kidding me, right?” you blurt out, hoping he isn’t within earshot.

“Look, I know we don’t really know each other, but I felt like I connected with you in a way that I haven’t with other people,” he huffs out. “Plus, you didn’t look at me differently when you saw my face. I mean...you did, but it was almost disappointment on your face. You have to know how rare that is for me, right?”

You feel the corners of your mouth tugging back. You didn’t want to admit how beautiful you thought he was or that you thought his sense of humor was funny, but it was true. You were glad that he was here because the way it felt to stand next to him was warm and real.

“I just don’t really know what you want from me,” you say as you turn your face away from him.

There’s no way that a famous idol is standing in front of you telling you that your disappointment made him feel good. You shake your head again.

“Just...hang out with me. Just one time. It will be casual, and I don’t expect anything from you, but it’s worth it to me to try to see if we can even have a friendship. I like you. I think you’re funny.”

You blush and push your hair behind your ear. You inhale and exhale deeply, trying to slow your thoughts. You don’t want anything about your life to be in the spotlight; you don’t want to be seen in public with an idol. You don’t want to have sasaeng fans who wish death upon you for just being near their “one true love.”

“I don't know. The kind of attention you get isn’t the kind that I want in my life. I don’t want everyone in Korea knowing who I am.”

His eyes drop slightly, and his shoulders sink a little lower. “You won’t have to have that kind of attention. We have ways to make sure that you aren’t seen. We can be really careful. Come over tomorrow. We can have dinner, and I can show you that you don’t have to be in the spotlight.”

You pause and sigh. “Fine.”

You can see the smile in his eyes, and you fish your phone out of your bag. You open Kakaotalk and hand it to him. He sends himself a message and hands it back to you.

“Trust me. This is going to be fun,” he says.

“I hope so. I gotta get home though. Have a goodnight, Tae,” you mutter awkwardly.

“Thanks, y/n. I will. Thanks.”

He walks away quickly, and he turns back and looks over his shoulder once before you turn and walk away from him toward home, smiling to yourself.

*****

“Kim Taehyung!”

The shout greets Tae in the hallway as he makes his way toward the practice room the next morning. He has a little bit of a headache from drinking too much, but he doesn’t let that get him down. Tae still feels the way that it felt to hold your hand in the bar. He doesn’t want to be dramatic or anything, but he feels like you might be his soulmate. He would never say that out loud though.

The voice down the hall belongs to his manager, Minjoon, who is looking at him with disappointment in his eyes.

"Kim Taehyung, I cannot believe that you slipped your team again and spent the whole night out. At a bar, Tae? Really? What if you'd been seen? What if you'd been mobbed by people?"

Tae smiles at him, with the dreamy look still in his eyes. "But I wasn't. And Jimin was out too!"

Minjoon rolls his eyes at Tae and leads him away by the wrist.

"Yes, but Jimin took the proper precautions, and he took Beomseok with him."

Tae rolls his eyes and begins to walk away. "I'm sorry, okay? I won't do it again."

His manager lets him walk away, and he feels a damper starting to fall on his good mood that he thought that nothing could ruin. He makes his way to the practice room and flops down on the floor. Jimin is in there practicing hard in the mirror, hair pushed back off of his forehead and sweat shining on his brow. He ignores Tae for a couple of minutes, focused on getting the correct moves down. Finally, he looks up and sees the lump that is Tae lying on the floor.

"What's wrong with you? I thought you had a good night last night?"

Tae flops over again, so he's turned toward the mirror, looking at Jimin's reflection in the eyes. He brings his hand up and runs it through his hair. He lets the memory of your scent sink into his brain for a moment.

"Sometimes I just get so sick of not being able to be a normal 24 year-old. Not have to take security everywhere. Not worry about the spotlight. Don't you?" he asks, feeling the desperation in his voice.

"Of course I do. My relationship would be so much easier if I was able to just be a normal guy, but I chose this life. I think that Rey loves me, so she knows that this is the way that things have to be. It can be hard some days, but it's the way it is. Plus, Minjoon-ssi shouldn't have yelled at you. Beomseok hyung was there."

Jimin walks across the room to where Tae is lying on the floor. He encourages him to stand up, and when he finally gets Tae off the floor, Jimin heads to the boombox and puts on the song "My My My" by Troye Sivan. Jimin starts dancing silly all around the room, beckoning Tae to come dance with him. Soon Tae is laughing with him, and the two are singing loudly and dancing wildly around the room. When the other members come into the room, Yoongi rolls his eyes, and Hoseok joins in dancing.

After practice, while they have time to eat lunch, Tae decides to go ahead and shoot his shot. He opens KakaoTalk and pulls up your messages. The only thing in there is a message from him to himself.

Hey, y/n, I was wondering if maybe you'd want to come over for dinner tomorrow?

Now, all that he can do is wait. Wait for you to read it. Wait for you to decide. Wait for you to respond. Even though his schedule is very busy lately with press and practices, he feels like waiting for you has been the most important thing that he's waited for in a long time.

As he waits, he eats his Kimbap quietly. Namjoon comes up to him and sits next to him.

"Hey, Tae, are you all right?" he asks gently.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"

"You've been really distracted all day. Just kind of smiling into space."

Tae takes a moment to think back to his effort in practice earlier, and he realizes that his hangover and daydreams have made him noticeably less engaged than usual. Shit.

"I'm sorry, Namjoon-hyung. I will get my head back into it." He hangs his head slightly as he says it. Maybe having you come over tomorrow was not the best idea.

Namjoon sighs and wraps his arm around Tae's shoulders. "Hey, I know how you get. Just...don't put everything into this one person, okay?"

Before Tae can question it, Namjoon has gotten up to take his bowl to the staff before they start work again. He turns and looks at Tae one more time before he leaves the room to head to the studio. Tae sighs deeply and throws his head back on his shoulders. What am I even doing? he thinks to himself.

Your name shows up on his screen when he's all but resigned himself to not hearing from you. When he opens the message, he doesn’t know what else he had expected from you.

Fine.

His heart leaps slightly in his chest at the thought of it, and he smiles at his phone. Instantly, his mind is darting between all the things he wants to do and all the arrangements that he wants to make for you. For the rest of the day, he feels like he works hard enough to make up for how much he was dragging in the morning.

*******

Be ready at 8:00. I'll send a car for you.

That's not ominous at all you think to yourself. You weren't sure if this was a good idea, but you suppose if anyone can figure out how to sneak around fans and paparazzi, it's the famous idol who simply rode the subway with you last night.

You curl your hair slightly and slap on a small amount of makeup. You don't want to look like you tried too hard, but you didn't want to look like a total schlub either. When you look at yourself in the mirror, you actually are impressed. Trying not to look too long, you pull yourself away from your reflection as you start scrutinizing that your eyeliner is slightly uneven on each side. The last time that you'd done that, you had ended up with half of each of your eyelids covered in black liquid liner, and you'd had to remove the entire look at start over.

You had sent Tae your address the day before, so you assumed that you should just wait outside for the driver. The elevator ride down from your apartment is long and slow. You realize how mildewy and old the elevator smells, even though your building was built in the 80s. When the doors of the elevator slide open, you see a black town car with black tinted windows sitting in front of the front doors of your building.

You had never seen a car with such dark tint on the windows, but this must be the kind of car that Tae has to ride in all of the time to avoid being seen. You walk up to the car, your flats making your steps nearly silent through the lobby. You see your reflection in the pitch black car. A white crop top and a purple pair of cut off shorts with flats on your feet. The outfit had seemed like a perfect summer outfit that flattered all the right parts of your body without looking like you were trying too hard to be fancy or dressed up for a "date."

For all you knew, this wasn't even a date. It was just two people hanging out. While you were lost in thought, the driver of the car came around and stood next to the rear door.

"Miss y/n?" he asked in such a formal tone, that you felt taken aback. No one ever talked to you so formally. You were the youngest in your team at work, and you were so used to being everyone's dongsaeng that you didn't know what to do with all the respect he was giving you.

"Yes, thank you," you blurt out awkwardly.

He opens the door for you, and you clamber in. The ride is almost 45 minutes with traffic, there's always traffic in Seoul. You have plenty of time to think about all the ways that this could go wrong. Think about how you're going to see your face on all the gossip sites tomorrow. You hardly let yourself relax or breathe as you sit in the car. Maybe it won't be so bad. Or maybe it will be a nightmare.

Finally, the car reaches the first gate of an apartment complex, and the driver gives the man at the gate his idea. The security office records it in a big binder and waves him on.

"You'll need to get out your ID for the second gate, miss," he says back to you.

You fish your ID out of your bag and hand it up to him as he pulls up to the second gate. He hands the IDs to the security officer, who enters the information into his computer and wishes you both a good night. Wow. You didn't know what you expected, but it wasn't this. It makes sense though.

The car pulls into the garage, and after parking, the driver leads you through the concrete labyrinth. You have to check in at the front desk too and be led by someone else in a black suit to the elevator and up to the apartment.

When you get to the door, he knocks in a unique pattern and waits a moment before Tae swings the door open.

"y/n! Hi!" he exclaims. He is beaming, and the smile spread across his face is infectious.

Shit. He's so beautiful.

He leads you into the apartment where there is a chef in the kitchen who barely looks up at you. There is one man sitting in the living room, and no one else to be seen. The man on the couch turns around and grins at you, popping up out of his seat. His eyes scrunch up slightly as he smiles at you. Shit. He's so beautiful too.

"Hi, I'm Jungkook," he says as he extends his hand out to you.

You shake it, blushing. "hi, I'm y/n."

Tae seems to see the blush in your cheeks, and he puts his body slightly between you and Jungkook. You smile to yourself at the possessiveness and jealousy that he seems to feel for his roommate.

"Jungkook was just leaving. Weren't you?"

You laugh out loud at the obvious "hint" that Tae is trying to drop. Jungkook laughs too, and the two of you make eye contact.

"Actually, I wasn't. I was just going to hang out and watch TV for a little while." He gives Tae a teasing look, and Tae flushes from his neck up to his cheeks. There's a small pleading look in his eye. It must be hard for him because his whole life is surrounded by people, even though some of them are his friends.

"Oh, you know what? I actually told Laur that I would call her tonight, and I should probably go do that because I love her." Jungkook trails off slightly, making long hard eye contact with Tae. "it was nice to meet you, y/n. Have fun!"

Jungkook disappears into one of the doors down the hall. You turn to Tae after you watch Jungkook make his way away from you. Tae has a slightly hurt look in his eyes, but he tries to hide it from you with a smile.

"What? What's wrong?" you ask.

"No. Nothing. I just don't want you to feel like you can't hang out with the other members if you want to."

You grab the sides of his face and make him look at you. "I'm here for you. I agreed to hang out with you, not them."

He smiles at this and leads you to the couch. It's a huge sectional that takes up most of the room, and you follow his lead in sitting right in the middle, leaving a little space between the two of you. You are still hesitant and don't know him well. You aren't trying to cuddle up on the couch with him just yet.

He grabs the remote to turn on the TV. On the screen are the titles of literally hundreds of movies.

"We can watch whatever you want," he says in a more normal and steady tone than you've heard from him since you were on the train.

"Why don't you pick?"

He smiles huge, and from the look in his eyes as he reads each of the titles, he is in his element. Ultimately, he selects Midnight In Paris. Before he hits play, he looks at you to confirm his decision. You nod toward him gently and smile up at him. He's taller than you remember, even sitting next to you.

You watch the movie, laughing along at Owen Wilson, until the chef in the kitchen announces that food is ready. He graciously brings it to you, and there is so much to choose from you don't know what to choose. Kimchi jjigae, oi kimchi, samgyeopsal, galbi, and tons of other food are spread out on the coffee table in front of you.

"I don't know what you like...so I told him to just make some of everything. I figured you can't go wrong with the staples."

Tae sounds nervous, but it looks amazing. There's no way you could pass up a meal like this. The two of you lean over the table, watching the movie and laughing, and eat way more food than you had planned on eating.

Once you're finished, you lean back onto the couch, certain that you're going to fall asleep. Already, this has been so nice, but you realized that you've hardly talked to Tae at all. Your plan was to come here and get to know Tae better to decide if spending time with him was worth the struggle.

When the movie ends, Tae turns to you to ask what you think of the movie. You hesitate for a second.

“It’s not that I didn’t like it, but...Woody Allen?” you know you shouldn’t be starting into it the first time you’re hanging out.

His jaw drops slightly, but after a brief discussion, he agrees that it’s hard to separate the art from the artist and there are amazing directors who haven’t done even half of the terrible shit he did. You were impressed with his maturity, and you decided that you’d definitely give him a chance.

“Would you like a glass of wine?” he asks as you sit awkwardly in silence after that discussion.

You can’t think of a single reason that you should say no, and a glass of wine sounds delicious. “Yeah,” you smile. “Why not?”

Tae heads into the kitchen, and when he returns, you laugh at the comical size of the wine glass. It is roughly the size of your head, and even though it’s only half full, it is roughly the amount of two or three glasses of wine. 

“What? These are the only glasses we have,” he laughs along with you as he sets them down.

After you’ve had the entirety of one glass of wine, you are feeling lighter and looser and less awkward. You forget about the fact that Tae is one of the most famou men in the country, and you are just hanging out with your friend. The two of you talk about your childhoods and exchange embarrassing stories from high school.

You don’t feel yourself scooting closer to Tae, or maybe he’s scooting closer to you. His face is just a few inches from your face by the time you realize it, but you don’t want to move away from him.

“I’ve had a really good time with you, tonight, y/n,” he whispers, leaning even closer to you.

You can feel his breath on your lips, and you can smell his skin and his breath. The smell of the Cabernet mixed with lavender and vanilla, and it’s more intoxicating than any drink that you’ve had. The condensation his hot breath leaves on your lips makes your skin tingle. 

“I’ve had such a wonderful time, Tae.”

You close even more of the space between the two of you. There’s less than an inch in between your mouths. You can’t stop your lips from darting down to his mouth. Shit. He’s so beautiful. His mouth is a perfect pout with his pillowy lips tinted slightly darker red from the wine. When you look back up at him, his eyes are on your mouth too. You can see him tracing every curve of your lips. Your heart pounds in your ears at the thought of kissing him, touching him.

Tae moves to close the distance between the two of you. Your lips ghost across each other, but before you can fully feel the rose petals of his, you hear a key in the lock. You feel like a teenager being caught by your parents, so you jump back from him, putting at least a foot of space between you and Tae.

Tae turns toward the door and the gorgeous, thin-framed man coming through the door. Behind him is a tall, blonde girl who is stunning. Tae’s face is flushed from the wine and the embarrassment of the moment.

“Hi Yoongi-hyung,” Tae mutters as he averts his eyes. “Hi Soph.”

The man hardly acknowledges Tae, but the woman sends a warm smile Tae’s way. “Hi, Tae! How’s your date?”

Your eyes widen at the word date, and you choke slightly on the breath that you were taking in at the moment. Her eyes dart toward you, and she immediately turns pink. She immediately becomes awkward, and Yoongi turns toward her and laughs at the blush in her cheeks.

“Well, this has been sufficiently uncomfortable.” Yoongi turns to you. “Hi, I’m Yoongi. This is my girl, Soph.”

“Hi. I’m y/n, and I am, indeed, sufficiently uncomfortable.”

Yoongi laughs and then leads Soph down the same hallway that Jungkook disappeared into, entering a different door.

After they’ve been out of sight for a moment, you turn back to Tae and say, “I should actually probably head out,” rubbing your arm awkwardly, still warm in your cheeks.

Tae calls the car for you, and a few minutes later, the rhythmic little knock on the door tells you it’s time to go. Tae walks you to the door, and before it opens, he leans in and presses his lips to your cheek. A huge smile spreads across your face, and you’re sure the security agent can tell that something just happened between the two of you.

On the way out of the gates, you can see through the tinted windows the young women gathered around outside of the gates in a contained area. They are holding signs and wearing t-shirts with Tae’s name and face on them. It gives you an uneasy feeling in your stomach, but once you’re past them, you can’t help the warm feeling that is bubbling inside of you from the night.

*****

“You didn’t even kiss her?” Jimin asks, exasperated as he sits on the couch next Tae. The two sip wine together while the television plays in the background.

Tae groans and throws his head back, hand on his forehead. “I tried, but Yoongi-hyung ruined it. He came in right when I was going to.”

Jimin starts giggling uncontrollably, eyes shut tight. His laugh is infectious, and no matter how much Tae doesn’t want to laugh at his own misery, he can’t help but laugh that of course it was Yoongi who interrupted. Any of the other members would have been cool about it, but Yoongi just had to make a sarcastic comment. The two laugh for a long time, the wine pulsing through their veins. Taehyung feels grateful that they don’t have to work early tomorrow, but this was not the end to the night that he had hoped for.

Taehyung had an image in his head of him kissing you, fingers laced into your hair. He imagined what it would feel like to have your lips against his, the smoothness of them and how pert they are. You would have leaned closer to him and run your fingers over his neck. He would have slowly moved his hand up your leg, feeling your skin up to the frayed hem of your shorts.

Tae feels himself hardening in his loose linen pants and adjusts himself awkwardly. The thing about these loose flowy pants is that while sitting down, they don’t hide anything. He looks over to make sure that Jimin didn’t see, and when he’s confident that he didn’t, he relaxes slightly.

“I’m going to though,” he states.

“You’re going to what?” Jimin asks.

“I’m going to kiss her. I’m going to make her mine.” A smile stretches across his lips, and he sinks back into the couch to watch the rest of the show with Jimin.

*******

Three weeks after hanging out at Tae’s, you are sitting at your desk looking over an expense report that someone messed up the spreadsheet for. Everything in one of the columns is one row off, and you are trying to fix it and all of the equations.Your phone vibrates next to you, and you welcome the distraction from the tedious work.

You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face as you see Tae’s name appear on the screen. Though you hadn’t seen him in person since the day that you went to his place, you were able to text everyday and video chat a few times. Things with Tae felt simple, like he was your oldest friend in the world. You couldn’t believe how well he knew you even after such a short time of knowing you.

Tae: Tonight?

What a vague message. What did he want tonight? To video chat? To hang out? For you to do your laundry?

You: Tonight will be Thursday night, yes.

You are always a little sassy with him, and he dishes it right back. The dynamic that you’ve built between the two of you is natural. You’re pretty sure this what people mean when they say that two people have chemistry, though you’ve never really understood the expression.

Tae: Oh thank goodness. I thought it was Saturday, and I’m busy Saturday.

Tae: Since it’s Thursday, do you want to hang out tonight?

You smile. You’ve been looking forward to seeing Tae since the last time, and you want to be able to pick up where you’d left off before Yoongi had interrupted the two of you. After video chatting with Tae several times, you learned that’s just sort of Yoongi’s M.O. if he interrupts anything. Be awkward and sarcastic then move on. A solid technique.

You: I guess I can pencil you in.

Tae: Excellent. Be ready at 6.

You look at the clock, and it reads 3:30pm. You only have 2.5 hours before you’re supposed to do god knows what with Tae, and you know that you are not looking your best. You figure you can leave at 4:00 if your boss doesn’t see you and you ask Aecha to cover for you.

When she agrees, you thank her profusely, slip your purse off the back of your chair, and head out the door. You get out without any trouble and walk briskly toward your apartment building. Your head is swimming with the idea of seeing Tae and the possibilities for the evening. You’re trying not to get too ahead of yourself, but all you can see in your mind’s eye is the shape of his body.

It’s been months since you were even interested in a man. You’re most recent ex, Yongsoon, had been a delightful man, but he was so boring and predictable. You never felt challenged by him. You never felt like he was that passionate about anything. You’d ended things, and even during the break up, he’d seemed so apathetic about the whole thing.

Tae didn’t feel like that. He was bright and vibrant. He had so many passions, from art to film to fashion. He made you feel like you could shine as bright, reach as high as you wanted. He also made you feel like you wanted to see what was underneath his whole clothes.

You shake your head as you unlock the door to your apartment. Stop being lustful, y/n! You rush around your apartment, trying to make your hair and make up look better. You decide that tonight, you’d like to wear a skirt. In the heat of mid June, you wanted to be able to move freely. Plus you loved the way that your black skater skirt swished when you walked or twirled. On top, you wear a purple shirt, tied up at the waist.

When your phone turns over to 6:00, you take one last look in the mirror, grab your bag, and try not to sprint down the stairs. Outside, once again, you can see the black town car with tinted windows waiting for you. The sight of it makes your heart leap a little, and you smile again. Everything about Tae makes you smile.

The driver meets you at the rear door, and he lets you into the vehicle. Expecting it to be empty, you jump a little upon seeing a figure inside. Sitting on the driver's side seat, Tae is wearing black slacks, a button up shirt, and beret-type hat. He has his mask pulled down around his chin, and he’s beaming at you. You climb in next to him, mumbling a hello as you get comfortable.

“Didn’t expect me to be here, did you?” he asks, with a sly grin on his face.

“I honestly didn’t know what to expect. You just told me to be ready. You didn’t even tell me what.”

He laughs, amused at his own vagueness. “It’s best if you only know what you need to know.”

“Well, can I know where we’re going now?”

He smirks at you and then announces, “We’re going to Ihwa Mural Village!”

He can’t be serious. A public place? While it’s light outside? With an idol? You start to panic as you think about all the possibilities of things that could go wrong. He could get rushed by people. You could get hurt. He could get hurt. It was far too risky.

Seeing the panic in your eyes, he blurts, “Don’t worry! I went the safe route this time. I have security who are going to be there, and we should be in the clear. They’ve cleared it out for a filming. We did everything we needed to keep us safe.”

You relax slightly, but you still know that people crowd around movie sets and things like that on the street. You know that Tae would never do anything to intentionally hurt you, but you are terrified.

“Hey,” he grabs your hand and squeezes it with his. “It’s going to be okay, I promise.”

The feeling of his warm palm in yours is comforting and feels like home. You wiggle your fingers slightly, just to take in the sensation of each of his between each of yours. 

“Okay. I trust you,” you mutter, trying to believe your own words.

The car pulls up into an area that you’ve seen before and know is usually crowded. This time, there are only three men outside, all wearing black jeans. Tae pulls up his mask and pulls down the brim of his hat. You pull your mask over your face, wishing you’d known to bring a hat with you today, but hoping everything would be fine.

After a while of walking on the deserted street, looking at murals, making jokes, and taking pictures, you get lost in the moment with Tae. You let yourself breathe into the way that his hand feels in yours, the warmth of his body next to yours. His scent is soft and subtle, just like him.

After about an hour of walking around Ihwa, he asks if you’re hungry. You smile broadly at him, but quickly realize that half of your face is covered with cloth. 

“Yes, I am starving!” you exclaim, feeling the hunger pangs in your stomach for the first time. You had been so distracted with Tae that you forgot that you hadn’t eaten since breakfast.

Tae laughs, and he leads you back to where the car was parked. The driver lets both of you into the car, and Tae thanks him by name. He slides over to the seat in the middle and wraps his fingers around your knee while you ride together. You feel him slowly creeping closer to you, and you know that if you turn it’s all over. Isn’t this what you want?

While driving through a tunnel, you turn your face to see Tae’s. His eyes are searching your face, and you can’t resist it anymore. You move toward him and press your lips to his. It’s soft and sweet, and he moves his mouth slowly, positioning his bottom lip between yours. You shift slightly, so you can turn toward him more. He wraps his hands into your hair, running his fingers along your scalp. Your hand traces its way over his shirt along his collarbone. You can feel the heat growing between your legs, but you become aware of the third person in the car.

You pull away, panting slightly, and drop your head, cheeks burning. You can’t wipe the stupid grin off of your face if you wanted to, but you don’t care because the way that Tae’s mouth felt against yours is burned into your brain forever. You’ll never forget how he melted like chocolate on your lips. Or how he tickled your scalp just right while his exhales made the peach fuzz on your face stand on end. Your senses feel heightened after kissing him, and you know that you want to do it again.

The two of you ride the rest of the way in silence, with your fingers entwined on top of your knee, and you can’t help but think that this is maybe the beginning of something wonderful.

When you get to the gate of the apartment complex, you try not to look at the crowd of people who are wondering if Tae is in fact inside this car. You pull your ID out of your wallet, and Tae pushes your hand down.

“You only have to do that when you aren’t with me.”

Once inside, he leads you to the apartment. Before he opens the door, he turns you around to face him. You’re looking up at his perfect face. He is so smooth and symmetrical, and you feel so homely next to him. He plants his hands on the wall behind either side of your head, and he leans down to you. He gives you a quick kiss on the forehead. Then the nose. Then each cheek. Then the lips. It’s so soft and sweet that you think you’re going to melt or explode or both.

He unlocks the door and leads you inside. In the kitchen, a chef is preparing food again.

“Dude, how do you do that?” you gawk at the man working in the kitchen.

“Do what?” He follows your eye line and laughs. “Oh, Bonhwa-ssi? I texted in the car. He works for us, and he’s the greatest guy ever.”

Bonhwa looks at the two of you briefly, then he goes back to chopping and preparing. You can see that this meal is a little different from the last one, but you are so excited to eat anything that your mouth starts to water.

The two of you hang out at the dining room table until Bonhwa brings over the hamburgers and sides he’s prepared. Tae is smiling at his food, and you get to see him just as he is. One bite in, and you know that you’ve never had a hamburger this good before. You try to force yourself not to eat too fast, but you can only restrain yourself so much because it is so good.

After you eat, the two of you sit at the table just staring at each other for a while. You feel a little sleepy, but you don’t want to miss a moment with Tae.

“Do you want to see my room?” Tae asks awkwardly.

You aren’t sure if he genuinely wants to show you his room or if this is his awkward attempt at getting you into a more private space. On both fronts, you are more than happy. You want to see the inward private space that’s kept only for Tae, not for the public figure. And you would be more than happy to have some private time with Tae because you can’t stop thinking about the way he felt against you.

You nod, and he pushes back his chair from the table. He helps you up onto your feet and leads you by the hand down the hallway. He opens the third door in the hallway, and upon entering the room, you feel Tae in every inch of the room. In the corner are canvases, blank and painted, stacked in the corner, and an easel stands tall above them. A desk sits in the other corner, scattered with pens and pencils. It looks like he’s been brainstorming or planning or writing, and to the small messes side there is a nice desktop computer. You don’t know too much about gaming computers, but you do know when you see a nice one. This one is definitely a nice one.

His bed is made with a gray comforter on top, and there are lamps on either bedside table. He flicks them on quickly and shuts off the overhead light.

“I hope you don’t mind. I just like the ambient light better,” he says quietly, making his way across the room to you.

Every picture in the room draws your attention. There’s one large painting on the wall. It looks like an acrylic painting done with a palette knife. It’s beautiful, and the muted colors swirl together to create intricate patterns.

“This is so beautiful, Tae. Did you do this?”

He chuckles a little and sneaks in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I wish. No, I bought this one. I hope someday to be able to do that.”

Seeing the things that Tae loves and hearing his aspirations as an artist fill your heart with warmth. His fingers sneak along the top hem of your skirt, tickling your skin and make you shiver in place. You let him continue to do it, and you drop your head back against his shoulder.

He pulls you closer against him, your back flush against his chest, and you can feel the growing stiffness in his pants against your ass. You smile. Knowing that you made Tae excited like that causes your chest to swell with pride. 

He has the option of any woman in Korea and probably the world, and he is choosing you right now. His fingers continue to dance along the skin of your waist and the top of your skirt. They slowly dip under the waistband, tracing small circles under the fabric. You can’t control the small moan that leaves your mouth when his fingers creep into the waistband of your panties.

He exhales sharply, and you feel him press against you. His other hand makes its way to the bottom of your shirt and ghosts underneath the cotton. You are rapt in the smell and the feel of him. You never want anything but his soft skin to be touching you again.

“Is this okay?” he whispers into your ear before he continues.

“Yes, it’s so much more than okay.” You turn your head, and your lips find one another. This time the kiss is desperate and pleading. It feels like if you don’t kiss him without enough passion, he won’t know how badly you want him. All of your desires try to escape off your tongue, dancing against his. Your hands try to find purchase on his hips, and you grip him on the top of his pants. One hand slides to the bulge that’s pressing against his pants and against you. His cock is hard and thick, and you immediately feel wetness pooling in your panties the second you touch it.

All you can think is how badly you want that cock in your hand, in your mouth, in your pussy. You want all of him tonight, even though you know it’s a little improper. Tae’s fingers dip all the way into your panties while the other hand finds your nipple. He gently pinches it between his index finger and thumb. He rolls it carefully, and the arousal shooting to your core is almost overwhelming. His other hand is tracing small circles through the wetness between your legs. He slides his fingers up and down your slit from your entrance to your clit. He moans a deep, low groan into your neck.

His wrap around the skin on your neck, teeth nipping at you. His breath is hot on your neck, and you lean further into him. He slips one finger into your entrance, and you inhale sharply. He begins a slow pace with his finger inside of you, just barely giving you what you crave before pulling back out again.

His teasing sets you off. You turn around to him and kiss him hard, caressing his tongue with yours. You drop to your knees before him and glance up at him, smiling, before your fingers undo the button on his slacks. Once you have his pants undone, you yank them to the floor. His cock is pleading to escape the confines of his underwear and who are you to deny it. When you pull him out, your mouth immediately waters at the sight of it. It’s thick and smooth, and you cannot wait any longer to have it inside of you. 

You let one droplet of spit fall slowly from your mouth onto the shaft of his cock. You use your tongue to swirl the wetness around it, making him slick for you to take him all the way in. Your hand wraps around the base, and, as you look up into his eyes, you slide him into your mouth. With his cock inside your mouth, you use your tongue to massage the head, slowly flicking it around the tip. Tae groans.

His hand slides into your hair, gripping it firmly. You bob your head up and down slowly, taking in all that you can, using your hand to rub it up and down as you take it into your throat. You press your face against his pubic bone, the hair tickling your nose slightly, and Tae’s hips thrust slightly further down your throat. You gag around him, and he moans again. You moan around him, knowing the vibration will feel good, plus you are so beyond turned on.

You feel his cock pulse slightly in your mouth, hardening further. He pants and uses your hair to pull your mouth away from him.

“Fuck, you make me feel so good. I’m going to cum too fast.”

You smile at his words, using your tongue to wipe the spit off of your fingers. His eyes widen and he pulls you up to his level. “Get over here.”

Tae picks you up and throws you gently against the bed. He stands above you and rips his shirt off over his head, tossing it aside. His fingers slide up your thighs and loop around the waistband of your panties. He pulls them off, leaving your skirt on.

“You’ve been teasing me all day in this skirt, haven’t you? You knew how good you looked in it when you were getting dressed.” He’s panting a little and his hair is sticking to his forehead slightly at the sweaty spots.

The gruffness of his voice and his words are making you a wanton mess for him. You know that you look good in this skirt. You know that it’s pretty short and shows off your legs. You, however, did not know that it would have this effect on Tae. With your panties thrown aside, he pulls your shirt over your head, revealing the lilac lace bralette that you have on underneath.

“Fuck,” Tae whispers to himself, eyes raking over every inch of your tits.

Tae climbs on top of you and plants his lips against your neck. He’s teasing the delicate skin and leaving little nips all over your chest and collarbone. His mouth makes its way down to your breasts, and he pulls each one gingerly out of the cups of the bralette. He marvels at them for a moment  then takes your right nipple into his mouth. You moan immediately, having extra sensitive nipples.

“Tae,” you moan out, hand lacing into his long dark hair. “Please.”

He looks up at you smiling. “Please what, darling?”

“Please....” you’re a little embarrassed to say, but you’re too turned on to care. “Please fuck me.”

He growls in his chest and pushes himself away from you. At first you think that you’ve offended him, but then he opens the drawer of his bedside table. He pulls out a condom, holds it up, and smiles at you. You take it from his hand, tearing the packaging to get the little latex shield out. Rolling it on to his cock, you can feel how hard he is, and you get even more aroused, looking at it and feeling it.

Once the condom is in place, Tae lies you back on the bed. He aligns himself with your entrance, and before he pushes himself inside of you, he asks, “You’re sure this is okay?”

You blush slightly because you did just moments ago beg him to fuck you, but you smile up at him. “Yes, Tae. I am so so okay with this. Please.”

He smiles and pushes himself slowly inside of you. Your eyes meet his as he hovers above, his eyes growing in intensity. His thrusts are rhythmic and deliberate, and you can’t believe that you feel like you’re going to cum already. Your fingers claw at his back, and you know that you’re leaving little scratch marks behind.

Soon, he pulls his cock almost all of the way out of you and thrusts it back inside, less gently than before. Your hands, unable to control themselves, grip firmly on his arms. You can feel how wide your eyes are, and you gasp for air as he does it again. Your head is growing foggy, and you feel yourself hurtling toward your orgasm, unstoppable. 

Your pussy pulses around his cock, and Tae moans out your name. The sound of your name falling off his lips while he’s inside you is enough to send you over the edge. You feel the muscles in your pussy contracting, and your clit feels like it’s covered in warmth. The orgasm tears through you, and your mind goes completely blank, only pleasure exists.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” Tae pants out. As you come down from your orgasm, he starts thrusting faster and less rhythmically.

“Cum for me, Tae. Please,” you say, and that’s all it takes to send Tae over the cliff. He moans deeply and spills inside of the condom with his buried deep inside of you. His breathing is rough and jagged, and you can feel all of his muscles clenching. You run your fingernails gently over his back as he comes down. The two of you stay there wrapped in each other for a moment.

With a sigh, Tae pulls his softening cock out of you. He slips the condom off and tosses it into the trash. “Stay here,” he says and disappears into the bathroom.

At this moment, you’re very glad that all the guys don’t have to share one bathroom. When he returns, it looks like he’s washed his face and gotten all the wetness off his cock. He tosses you a warm, wet cloth.

“You can use that bathroom if you need to.” He points from where he just came, and you smile at him, popping up off the bed to go take care of yourself.

When you come back out of the bathroom, Tae is standing there in his underwear, looking much more shy than his behavior just minutes ago.

“Just so you know, I wasn’t planning on that happening. I don’t want you to feel like I just brought you here for that.” He rubs the back of his neck and looks at you through his eyelashes.

“Tae, it’s okay. I really enjoyed it.”

“I just don’t want you to think that I’m just trying to use you or something. I’m not like that. I really care about you.”

You don’t know how to comfort him or make him feel validated. You hadn’t at any point in time thought that he might be using you. You’d been having filthy thoughts about him since the train ride that first night. You cross the room to him and throw your arms around him. Your fingers run through his hair at the nape of his neck.

“Tae, I asked you to fuck me. I wanted this more than I care to admit. You looked so good in that outfit today. I couldn’t help myself.”

He wraps his fingers into your hair and pulls your head back gently. He angles your head so that your mouth is free for him to kiss. He presses his mouth hard against yours. Your lips are swollen and bitten, but you kiss him back with all the affection that you're feeling. You part your lips for his tongue as it snakes back into your mouth. You feel yourself getting aroused again, and you laugh into Tae’s mouth.

“Tae, I worked all day. I kind of want to just take it easy,” you say against his mouth, immediately regretting it when his breath is no longer on your lips.

He laughs and pulls you into a hug then lets go. He walks over and picks up your shirt for you. You still have your skirt sitting on your hips where he left it, and you adjusted your bra in the bathroom. With your shirt adjusted on you, you watch Tae put on a shirt and a pair of loose comfy pants.

“Want to watch a movie?” he asks.

You smile up at him, taking his hand. “As long as it isn’t Woody Allen.”

***

After that night in Tae’s bedroom, whenever the two of you are together, you struggle to keep your hands off of each other. Whether you’re in the kitchen at the apartment, in the car together, or in Taehyung's room, you are touching each other somehow.

Being with Tae feels amazing when you’re together, but it’s hard because he is so rarely around, and you can’t have normal dates with him. After about 3 months of talking, you’ve only seen each other a few times. You feel grateful for the time that you have with him, but half the time he is too exhausted to do more than lie on the couch or in his bed together.

You love the way that Tae makes you feel, but you don’t love the way that you feel when you see him on some gossip site. You know they’re just fishing for whatever story they can get, and his name gets clicks. It still doesn’t feel good. You have mixed feelings about everything in your relationship, but you keep it to yourself.

One Friday afternoon, Tae texts you to make plans for the weekend. You see the text, but you are swamped with work and ignore it. Two hours later, he texts you again, asking if you’re angry with him.

You: No. I’m not angry. I’m just busy. What’s the plan?

Tae: I’ll pick you up at 7 tonight. I’m taking you to dinner.

Tae: AND BONUS! You can stay over tonight if you want.

You haven’t been able to stay the night at Tae’s place throughout your whole relationship because he has manager’s coming in early every morning. The other member’s girlfriends tend to leave around the same time that you do, and you’ve made friends with some of them. You feel your heart flip slightly as you read the words. You smile to yourself, trying to plan what cute jammies you’re going to take and then not wear.

When Tae picks you up, you’re wearing a dress with lace panties underneath. You made yourself up a little bit, but you figured you didn’t need to dress too nicely since dinner with Tae was always just at his house. When the driver, Beoseon, opens the door, you are taken aback by the site of Tae in a suit. He looks deadly, and you feel sinful just looking at him.

“Wow. I feel underdressed,” you say as you kiss his cheek.

“No way. You look amazing!” he says as he gives you a cheeky look that you have grown to recognize from him. “I have a special plan for us tonight.”

The two of you are all smiles in the car, hands searching each other. You hook your fingers into the waistband of his trousers, and you sneak your way into his pubic hair, resting at the base of his cock. You don’t wrap your hand around it, don’t grab on to it. Instead, you just run your fingernails gently over the skin through the hair. Teasing Taehyung is one of your favorite things because he’s normally silly and mild mannered, but as soon as he gets aroused, he becomes a determined little demon.

Tae sits still, smirking over at you while you tease. You can feel him growing harder, but he doesn’t reveal any of it on his face. Working Tae up just means that things are going to be better for you later. You smile to yourself thinking of all the things that the two of you could do.

“So, what are we having for dinner tonight?” you ask casually, as your fingers caress his cock gently, and you look up at him.

“Like I said, I have something special planned. It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you. Though, if you keep that up, I’m gonna have something else in store for you too.”

The car turns a different way than it usually would to take you to Tae’s place, and you look at him with surprise. He has only taken you out the first time when you went to Ihwa Village. You’d had so much fun wandering around looking at the art with him, but you were worried about being in a public place. It was Friday night. Places would be busy. People would be walking wherever you went.

The car pulls into a service parking lot under the Horim Art Center, and you look at Tae confused. You go in through the employee entrance and take the elevator up. When you walk through the doors of the restaurant, the entire place is empty except a server, a bartender,and the kitchen staff. You turn to Tae and smile. He takes your hands in his and pulls you along to the table.

“Only the best for you, jagiya.”

The man leading you to the table pulls out a chair for you and then for Tae. This place is so fancy, and you feel a lot underdressed in your summer dress. You feel like this is the kind of place that you need to be dressed to the nines in high heels with your hair actually done instead of messily curled when you got home from work.

“Kim Taehyung, you did not tell me that I needed to be dressed for a place like this,” you glare at him.

He laughs. “y/n, you do not need to be dressed up. It’s just you and I here. We aren’t trying to impress anyone.”

“Well, maybe I’m trying to impress you,” you coo, trying to use your seductive tone on him.

Realizing that it’s just the two of you in the restaurant, you are determined to get him worked up. You slide your hand sneakily under your dress, and Tae quirks his eyebrow at you. You remove the black lace in one swift movement and the reach under the table to place it in Tae’s hand. It’s a little more awkward than you’d pictured, but it does the trick when the warm fabric hits his hand. You see his eyes widen at the feeling of them.

“Is someone feeling a little naughty?” he asks.

You wink at him and open your menu like nothing just happened. The food on the menu is all super expensive, and you are taken aback by the prices on it. You wouldn’t spend this much on dinner, opting instead to just go to the barbecue by your house. You look at Tae, and he’s smiling softly at you, an intimacy in his eyes that you haven’t seen before.

The waiter comes over and Tae orders wine for you, and you order your food.

“Tae, you shut down this whole restaurant just for me?”

“Of course not. That’s absurd.” When you cast him a confused look, he smiles. “I shut down the whole museum.”

You can feel the heat in your cheeks as the flattery overwhelms you. You know that he’s rich and famous and can do things like this but still.

“We can eat and take in some of the museum...then go back to your place maybe?” he asks.

What? What is happening? I thought he said you could stay the night with him, not him staying the night with you.

“What?” you blurt out after finishing your sip of wine.

“I’ve just never seen where you live. Not in person anyway. I just want to feel what it feels like in a space that you created.”

Your heart feels like it’s going to fucking explode. You absentmindedly start running your foot up the inside of Tae’s leg, and you reach for his hand across the table. He grabs yours loosely with one hand, and the other hand snags your foot and pulls it up toward his crotch. While the waiter delivers your food, Tae slides your shoe off, and you press your foot gently against the bulge in his pants. You can’t even start eating yet you are so focused on the way that Tae feels in your hand and against your foot.

You adjust the way that your fingers are intertwined and move both of your hands toward your mouth. Your tongue creeps out of your mouth, and you lick up the length of his pointer finger. With a satisfied little smile, you pull your fingers away and sink your whole mouth down onto the finger, sucking slowly up the length of it, staring into his eyes. There is a fire behind his eyes, and he growls a little under his breath.

“Filthy girl. We should eat dinner, and then you can tease me some more.”

“Though this food looks amazing, it’s not really what I’m craving right now, Tae,” you pout.

“Tell you what. If you eat your dinner like a good girl, you can come sit in my lap.”

Tae chuckles to himself, placing your foot on the floor, adjusting himself, and picking up his chopsticks to eat. He looks like he’s proud of the comment he’s just made, and you roll your eyes at him. You can’t deny that the comment sent heat straight to your core, but you don’t like proving him right.

You straighten your napkin in your lap and begin to eat. You look at him through your lashes, but you make sure to hold your posture perfectly like you are unaffected by his comment. The two of you eat silently for a few minutes before picking conversation back up.

When you finish eating, Tae takes you on a tour through the whole museum. He shows you all of his favorite exhibits, and the two of you spend much of the time laughing and kissing. You aren’t sure if he’s forgotten that he has your underwear in his pocket or if he’s just biding his time, but you love the little game that you’re playing.

By the end of the evening, your heart is full to bursting with the love for the man with you, and you don’t ever want to let go of his hand.

“Tae…” you pause.

He raises his eyebrows and looks at you with that curious, dark stare of his, and you feel like you’re going to melt.

“You feel like home.”

The smile that rips across his face feels like the first warm day of the spring. It wraps you up in its comfort, and you feel yourself falling even deeper for him in that moment. There are things about his life that you don’t love, but you know that you love him.

“y/n, no one has ever felt more like home to me than you do.”

You can’t control yourself, and you throw your arms around him, pulling him tightly against you while you kiss his lips. This kiss feels different, like the first kiss after saying I love you. But I love you means so many different things to so many different people, and the feeling of being home feels right to you.

Later that night, you are lying naked on Tae’s bed, hair tousled, feeling exhausted. You and Tae are having your designating scrolling time on your phones, and you hear him whisper, “Oh fuck.”

“What’s wrong?” you ask him softly, worried that something has come up with the band.

“I-I have to go.” He shoots up off the bed and throws a pair of pants on quickly before darting to the door.

You look flabbergasted at him, worried that something is really wrong.

“I’ll be back soon. I promise.”

He disappears out the door, and you’re left to wonder what you should even be doing.

*********

“This is so bad,” Tae groans as he holds his head.

He’s pacing in the kitchen while Jimin is trying to comfort him.

“Honestly, it can’t be that bad. The company will take care of it. There were only so many people there, they’re going to find who did it.”

“It’s….just...these pictures are bad, hyung. They’re really bad. Look.”

He hands his phone to Jimin whose eyes widen upon seeing the pictures on the screen. Tears are starting to roll down Tae’s cheeks, and he looks at Jimin wildly. Jimin wraps his arms around him and holds him closely. Neither man is really sure what to do.

On the screen of Tae’s phone are several slightly grainy photos of him in the restaurant earlier that night. Your face is completely visible, and your tongue is running along his finger in one of them. His finger is in your mouth in another.

“This is so bad,” he sobs out. “I can’t believe I did this to her.”

While Jimin is telling him to just breathe, you emerge from Tae’s room, hair messily thrown up. You look confused and as soon as you see the tears in Tae’s eyes, you run to him.

“y/n, I fucked up,” he whispers.

“Tae, it’s going to be okay. Shhh. Breathe through it. Tell me what happened.”

The way that you’re looking at him with so much concern in your eyes about something that he’s done to you, the last thing that he ever wanted to happen to you, something he promised wouldn’t happen. He can’t say it, so he just picks up his phone and hands it to you.

“What the-” you trail off as you look at the pictures retweeted by hundreds of thousands of people already.

Your face turns white as you look up from the screen at Tae. Your expression is grim, and he can’t tell if you’re angry or sad or numb. He’s so worried about what you’re going to say as you look at him. Instead of saying something, you turn and walk down the hall back into his room. He looks puzzled at the door, unsure what the hell you’re doing.

You return with your bag that you brought to stay the night and your phone in hand. You don’t look at him as you walk out the front door of the apartment.

“Wait, y/n, wait!” he shouts after you, taking off down the hallway.

Jimin catches him and holds him firmly in place, deceptively strong for his size.

“You have to let her go. You have to let her handle this on her own.”

The hot tears are gushing from Taehyung’s eyes, and he feels like a volcano of devastation is erupting out of him. He isn’t sure he’s ever sobbed this hard and definitely not in the last few years. His stupidity and carelessness caused you to be photographed with him. He is the reason that risque pictures of you are now online. He knows that the company will catch them, if they haven’t already, but it’s not consolation for the cost of losing you.

******

Your chest heaves as you ride in the back of the car. Beoseon is silent, but you can see his eyes flitting back to you in the rearview mirror every couple of minutes. You wish it wasn’t such a long trip home. You just want to get out and walk and feel the cool air on your face. This car is suffocating, the air inside stale and recycled. You ride in the back of the car until you can’t take it anymore. Beoseon pulls over and lets you out, and you take off briskly down the sidewalk.

You breathe in the humid midsummer air, and you think that this has to be a joke. Taehyung and Jimin had to be playing the worst prank of all time on you. He was going to call you any moment and tell you “gotcha! Jimin took them!”

It wasn’t though. You weren’t going to get that call because you say the tweet. You saw the retweets. You didn’t even want to think about the comments on it. You just want to go home and become one with your bed. You wonder if The Secret applies to becoming furniture.

You wonder to yourself why Tae hasn’t even texted you yet. You feel like this would be one of those things that he would continually text you about like that time that he thought he’d made you angry when you were arguing about mint chocolate ice cream. This was a much bigger thing than fucking ice cream, and now, radio silence.

You turn the corner, and the breeze against your skin feels calming. You can feel yourself sweating, and you realize you left your underwear at Tae’s house. You don’t even care. You left your dignity in the restaurant when you had your lips wrapped around his finger. How could you be so stupid? Nothing is private. Especially not when you’re with him.

The tears come again as you make your way up the stairs to your apartment. It’s only a matter of time before you’re getting calls from people. It doesn’t say your name anywhere, but you know how stan twitter works. They’ll find anyone and dox them.

Once in your apartment, you strip down and put on your comfiest sweater and sweatpants. The air conditioning makes you feel as chilly outside as you do inside. You can’t believe this is happening. You can’t believe you let this happen. You curl up on your bed on top of the covers and fall asleep, face wet from the tears soaking into your pillow.

You didn’t leave the house or go online all weekend. Instead opting to clean your entire apartment and reorganize your entire bedroom. You felt a little better being away from the situation. You felt worse knowing that Tae hadn’t called or texted at all. It seemed like he’d completely resigned himself to you leaving and wasn’t going to fight for you at all.

You had resigned yourself to showing your face at work on Monday, and you hoped that you would have a normal day. When you walked into the building, everything was completely normal, almost everyone ignoring you, and you feel hopeful.

The work day ends, and the only conversations that you’ve had have been about spreadsheets and the copier. You heave a sigh of relief as you walk outside. You never thought that it would be so easy to get away with dating an idol. Maybe his company took care of it? Maybe you were lucky, and no one recognized you.

Tuesday is a different story. It starts with glances from the other girls in the office.

Wednesday, Aecha comes up to you and stares at you for a minute before you turn to her.

“Can I help you with something?” you ask, thinking maybe she needs help with a task.

“Do you really know Kim Taehyung?” she asks, eyes wide, nervously holding onto her left arm with her right.

You roll your eyes. You knew this couldn’t last.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, with no expression on your face.

“There are just these pictures and...they really look like you.”

Her nervousness is palpable, and you feel your hands getting clammy. You had already decided that if anyone asked about it you would deny deny deny.

“Well, maybe I’ve just got one of those faces.” You shrug and turn back to your computer.

Aecha stares at you for a moment longer, but then she sighs a nevermind and walks away. After she’s gone, you let out an exhale of relief, but you are hoping that she’ll spread the word to the rest of the women at the office. You hope that no one thinks it’s you. Such lewd behavior in public could lead to you being fired.

That night is when the notifications start. Thousands of them every hour. Eventually, you turn your phone on to airplane mode just to get away from them. This. This is what you were afraid of. You decide not to read of the messages, fearing that the content could be detrimental to your already fragile psyche.

You get a phone call from your boss telling you that you should probably take the rest of the week off, and the two of you will talk about next steps when you return on Monday. You knew at that moment that your life wouldn’t be the same. You wished you had someone to talk to about it. That’s when you remember that Rey has been seeing Jimin for almost a year. There’s no way that she hasn’t been exposed if you have after a few months.

You find her number in your contacts. Afraid to turn on your phone, you hesitate slightly then swipe the screen to allow connectivity. You ignore all the badges on every app you have and call her.

You can hear voices in the background when you call her, but she sounds relieved to hear from you.

“y/n hi!” she exclaims, a little too eagerly upon picking up.

“Hey, do you have a minute to talk?”

“Of course I do,” she says to you. You hear her whisper off to the side, “shut up, it’s y/n.”

There are muffled whispers on the other end. “Oh, I can talk to you later if you’re busy.”

“No, no. I’m not busy. I want to talk to you.”

“Did you hear about the pictures?” you ask meekly. 

“I did. Yeah. I saw. I’m so sorry, y/n. How are you holding up?”

“I honestly don’t know what to think. I don’t feel that bad about it in general. I haven’t read any of the messages, and I haven’t had too much happen in person either. The worst part is that I haven’t even talked to Taehyung since that night. I just don’t even know where we stand. Is he embarrassed? Is he in trouble? Does he want nothing to do with me anymore? I thought I knew what I wanted, but it’s hard when I have no one to talk to about it.”

She pauses for a moment, and you look down at your phone to see if you dropped the call.

“All I can say is this. It’s going to be hard and trying and challenging. Sometimes he’s going to be gone for months at a time. Sometimes he’s going to be too tired to talk. Sometimes people who think they’re meant to be with him are going to hate you. I decided that it didn’t matter. As long as I had Jimin, I could make it through anything. I loved him too much to not fight for him.”

Her words hit you in your heart, and you immediately start crying. You thank her and hang out the phone. You lie down on your bed staring at the ceiling for a long time, and you aren’t sure at what point you drift off to sleep.

*****

“Kim Taehyung!” a shout echoes down the hallway.

“Why is everyone always yelling my fucking name?” Tae grumbles to himself.

He stands up from his bed, dressed messily, face unshaven. When he gets to the hallway, Jimin, Jungkook, and their girlfriends are all standing around in the dining room, staring at him.

“Did I hear that you have called or text y/n AT ALL since the night that she walked out of here?” Jungkook demands. Even though he’s the youngest, his tone is commanding and dark. If anyone knows about the pain of having their private photos leaked, it’s Jungkook.

Shit.

“She doesn’t want anything to do with me. She made that clear when she walked out on me.” Tae turns to go back down the hallway.

“Seriously? You haven’t talked to her. You’ve literally said zero words to her since you showed her that someone took pictures of an incredibly intimate moment. How do you know how she feels?”

Taehyung shakes his head. “No, no. If you could have seen the look on her face...I broke the one promise I made to her.”

Jimin walks up to Taehyung and grabs him by the shoulders. “Hey, look at me.” When Taehyung lifts his eyes up to his friend’s, he can feel the tears welling behind his eyes.

“Taehyung, if you love her like you say you do, if she feels like home, you would fight for her. You know that.”

He feels the water fall on to his cheeks, and he can’t stop all the doubt running through his mind. It’s like Jimin sees it in him, and he says, “you can’t get caught up in what ifs. You have to go to her.”

He nods and runs back to his room. He throws on a casual outfit and calls Beoseon on his way out the door. He knows that if he doesn’t do something right now, then he won’t be able to say all the things that he needs to say to you.

****

A gentle knock on your door wakes you from your sleep. At first, you aren’t sure if you even heard it, when you blink your eyes open, looking around confused. Then it comes again.

You drudge yourself up off the bed and maunder to the door. The sight out of the peephole is one of the last things you expected to see. Standing in the hallway outside of your apartment, a sullen-looking Kim Taehyung is knocking softly against your door.

You unlock the door and swing it open to face him. He simply stares at you for a moment. He opens his mouth and closes it again like he doesn’t know what to say.

“Why don’t you come in?” you mutter.

Once inside, the two of you stand, shifting your weight between your feet. You aren't sure what to say, but you know that you can't just stand here in silence any longer. The things that are unsaid between you hang in the air. It's thick and heavy and difficult. Seeing Tae's face after the last several days is painful, and you hope that he'll speak first.

"I..was an idiot," he says.

It isn't really what you expected, but it was true. He was an idiot.

"Yeah. You were."

He winces slightly at the bite in your tone, but you know that he has to have more words to say.

"I wrote a song for you."

Well...this conversation is not going how you expected it to.

"Well, I'm glad you were writing a song in the five days that you weren't talking to me after a super embarrassing photo of me was posted on the internet."

You turn away from him and start to walk toward your bedroom. He grabs your hand before you are too far away from him. You remember the man in the bar the night that you met, and you freeze, melting a little at the memory. The way that he felt that first night was the reason you'd even agreed to any of this at all. The warmth of his palm on yours reminds you of all the things that you loved in your time together.

"Look, y/n. I can't ever apologize enough for abandoning you when this happened. I should have immediately called and texted and come over and hired a skywriter. Instead, I was a coward and assumed that I would know what you would say to me about it. I didn't even talk to you before assuming that you were done with me and wanted nothing to do with me. I broke a promise that I made to you. I can tell you that the company is taking legal action against that line cook, and they were fired. It doesn't change what happened, but I just want you to know that I'm trying to do everything I can to make it up to you."

You know that Tae didn't mean to hurt you. You know that. But it doesn't change the fact that he did.

"Taehyung...I know that you didn't mean to, but you hurt me. You broke promises."

"y/n, please. I love you. Please forgive me."

Those three words hang in the air, wrap around you, and overwhelm your senses. You know that you feel that way about him, but the fact that he said them first fills you with joy.

You leap at Tae, and he grabs you as you jump into his arms. You kiss him hard, breathing him in. Your lips move together, and you know that it's all worth it for him. You pull back, wrapping your fingers around his neck, messing gently with his hair.

"I love you too, Tae. You are worth it."

He grabs your bottom lip between his teeth, and you feel your heart quickening in your chest. You tug at his hair. He lets your lip go, and you slip your tongue across his bottom lip. You want to feel every inch of him, taste every part of him. Your tongue traces his bottom lip and then sneaks into his mouth. His tongue finds yours, and they feel like they were meant to be together.

He pulls back from you and drops you down on the couch. He pulls his shirt over his head, and then he grabs the hem of yours and rips it off, tossing it aside. You aren't wearing a bra, so your nipples harden at the cool air and the arousal. Tae growls quietly in the back of his throat, and he leans down to kiss you. You pull him toward you until he's on top of you.

He laughs as he kisses you, and he presses his torso against yours. He wraps his hand in your hair and pulls gently. "Is this okay?"

He pulls a little more. You nod fervently at the small sting in your scalp. He pulls harder and harder, and you smile as he pulls your hair hard. The pain makes the wetness between your legs grow, and you can't wait until he hurts you again.

"Tae?" you stare up at him. "Do something for me?"

“Anything, my love. Anything.”

“Will you...slap me?” His eyes widen, and he stiffens slightly. “Shit. If you’re not into it, then we really don’t have to do that.”

“No, yobu, that’s not it. I really love it. It’s just that I hurt you emotionally already…”

“Well...make the outside match?” You thought it would be fun and flirty, but it just sounded kinda rude. You laugh to try to make it clear that you aren’t actually upset with him.

He stares at you for a moment, then he brings his hand up away from your hip. It smacks against your cheek, and you try not to flinch as it comes down on you. The sting in your skin makes you soak through your underwear. 

“Now, I’m going to show you how much I love you,” he whisper-growls in your ear.

He drops his weight back on to the couch and pulls you into his laugh. You slightly awkwardly straddle his lap from the position you’ve been placed in. Taehyung slips two fingers into your mouth and pulls your jaw open. He rubs his fingers on your tongue, and you moan in the back of your throat. He pushes his fingers further into your mouth to back of your throat.

He brings his other hand up to the back of your head, stroking your hair, and says, “Good girl.”

Around his fingers, you plead, “Pleath Taehong.”

He smiles at your inability to properly pronounce the words.

“You sound so desperate with my fingers in your mouth like that. Sweet dumb baby can’t make words when she’s so turned on.” He’s smiling and pressing his fingers further into your mouth again. “You don’t know how desperate I am though, jagiya. Should I show you?”

You nod, and his hand leaves the back of your head and wraps around your throat, squeezing gently. “Use your words.”

“Yes Tae.”

You are starting to drool down your chin with your mouth so wide open, but you don’t care because you want to cover him in your spit. Tae shifts his weight and pulls his pants down, hard cock bursting free as soon as the fabric that contained it is gone.

“Do you see what you do to me? Every time I see you, it’s like the first time again. I feel like I’m infatuated. A lusty mess.”

You moan around his fingers, and your spit drips from your lips onto his cock, and you smile at the sight of it.

“Does my lovely baby like to see her spit on my cock?” he asks, smirking at you, still holding your jaw open.

“Yeth.” More spit falls from your mouth.

“My love, I just want to feel you,” Tae whispers against your neck. His mouth finds purchase on your collarbone. He bites down hard and then sucks the skin where he’s just bitten. He looks up at you with so much affection in his eyes, it almost hurts.

He pulls his fingers from your mouth and sucks the drool off of them. You feel like you are going to explode if you don’t get some sort of stimulation soon.

“Bedroom?” you ask him.

“Bedroom.” he states back.

You lead him into your bedroom, and he pushes you back onto your bed. You pull your sweatpants and your ruined panties off and toss them aside. Tae stands before you, completely naked, and you marvel at him. He’s so beautiful and so perfect, his honey skin stretched just right over every curvature of every muscle and bone.

Shit. He’s so beautiful.

He slowly lowers himself between your legs, and you can’t believe that it’s possible to grow any wetter until you do. He positions himself about your clitoris, blowing cool air on the aching bud. You squirm beneath him, but he holds your hips in place. His tongue makes contact with the sensitive skin, and you immediately moan. He pulls away after one lick and blows again. The pleasure and the desire are overwhelming. Your mind is losing control.

“Please. Please,” you beg without knowing what in particular you are begging for. His touch? His tongue? His love? All of it?

He chuckles against your folds, and the stimulation makes your squirm even more. He isn’t touching you, but you are dying for his touch.

“Hold still.” 

He holds your hips as the gyrate, trying to get attention in some form. He pushes a little hard on your hips, but you can’t control yourself. You are out of your mind, and you need his touch now before you die for the lack of touch.

Smack!

Tae’s hand lands on your inner thigh heavily. You look down at him with wide eyes. “I said hold still.”

With all the power you possess in your mind, you force your hips to quiet. You hold perfectly still while panting in anticipation. You want to be good so that he’ll reward you with the thing you want most, and your brain tries to focus on still hips instead of those still lips.

Finally after what feels like years, he dips his head and traces gentle patterns through your arousal. Every time his tongue passes over your clit you moan but fight to keep your hips still. You feel yourself losing your grip, hips shuddering from the pleasure, and Taehyung slides a finger inside of you. Slick with your arousal, it easily caresses the bundle of nerves inside. The stimulation from his tongue and his finger immediately send you over the edge.

It’s sudden and forceful. It feels like all of the emotions, anger, sadness, hopelessness, all burst from within you, melting into your orgasm. Your pain melts away as the only thing left in the room, hell, the world is the sensation that Tae is giving you. Your fingers pull at his hair, and even the feeling of his soft locks is too much for you, adding to the pleasure.

As the feeling begins to wind down, you can’t stop your hips from rolling against his face. He doesn’t seem to mind, hands wrapped around your ass and hips, pulling your hard against his face. When he pulls away, his chin is shining almost as much as his eyes.

“I love you, y/n.”

He climbs up on top of you and kisses you deeply. You taste yourself on his lips, and you moan into his mouth.

“Tae...fuck me raw?”

You stare up deeply into his eyes, and you hear the intake of air from him being startled. He nods, and his cock presses against you. He slides his cock through your folds, and the way the head of his cock feels against your clit causes your to shudder. It feels like small shockwaves that are left over from your orgasm are rocking through as the stimulation continues.

Once his cock is coated in your wetness, he pushes himself inside of you, and you moan a deep, heavy moan as he sheaths himself within you. The stimulation is already pushing you toward another orgasm, and you can feel yourself pulse around. He has a way of making you cum over and over so quickly.

“I love you, Tae,” you whisper, and he starts to move his hips in rhythm. The thrusts leave you breathless. He repositions himself so that his weight is resting on your legs, and he is pushing your knees up near your chest. It burns in your hamstrings, but the feeling inside of you demands more of your attention.

You moan loudly, hearing your own sounds echoing off the ceiling and the walls. Tae repositions once more. He’s holding your ankles, pressing himself deep inside of you. Another orgasm tears through you, and while you clench around him, Tae spills inside of you, filling you full of his cum. You feel him fucking it deeper inside of you. You relish the feeling of being filled with Tae, knowing that there will be a day soon where you will make him fill every hole with him.

You both pant in each other’s arms before you finally start talking.

“I mean it, y/n. I was such an idiot. I’m so sorry. I know that it doesn’t change what happened, but I think that we can try to figure out a way to make this work.” His eyes are a little desperate again, veiled in exhaustion.

“Kim Taehyung, if someone is worth it, you make sacrifices. For what it’s worth, I love you. Ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?” you giggle as you say it.

He flips himself onto his back and pulls you tightly against his chest and kisses your nose. “Far from it.”

*****

On an unseasonably warm November afternoon, you lie on the roof of the recording studio where Tae is working today. He had a few minutes to sneak away for lunch, so you brought Banh Mi for him. You kissed him on the cheek when you saw him and greeted the other members.

The two of you lie looking at the sky, picking out shapes in the clouds. He’s gently holding your hand, and you are tossing Swedish Fish into his mouth.

“Isatrashcan!” he says with several gummies in his mouth.

“Isa what?” you ask, laughing at him incredulously.

He points out a long cylindrical cloud. “It’s a trash can!”

He looks so proud of himself, and you can’t help but love that about him. The sexy man that ruins you and dominates you. The devastatingly handsome man who wins awards and forgets to call you when he’s on the road. The oblivious man who almost cost you your job and almost broke your heart. He is also the love of your life.

You lean over and kiss his lips, smiling at him. You know that this trash can cloud is just the beginning of many adventures to come.

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[sleephyjhs]

You Have First Trimester Sickness (REACTION)

[ requested by @sweetbtsboys / masterlist ]

possible tw :: pregnancy sickness

a/n :: it’s gonna be a long one guys, hope you’re strapped in

KSJ

The excitement of learning you were expecting your first baby with Seokjin was soon followed by the dismal sickness caused by the surge of new hormones. You knew it was inevitable, however you never expected it to be as vile as you had experienced.

You had been sat in your en suite with your husband for the past hour, vomiting at irregular but frequent intervals. In the minute he had left to grab you a scrunchie for your hair, you’d somehow become more sick. As he sat back down and tied your hair for you, you questioned him as if he was supposed to know more than you.

“Is it normal to be this sick? One of these minutes I might just throw up my stomach.” You huffed, leaning back into his shoulders. Jin rubbed circles across your knuckles to comfort you, which any other time would have worked a lot better.

“Would you like to go and see a doctor? It’s always worth asking, jagi. Maybe they can give you something for it?” You tilted your red-tinted face to look him in the eyes. A few weeks prior, you had together agreed to do whatever was best for your growing baby. Maybe seeing a healthcare professional was best.

“Let me get myself together first. I can’t travel like this, Jin.”

“No worries, take your time.” He assured you, wrapping his long fingers around the hand he held so tightly.

MYG

When you were younger, you often heard that most women experienced pregnancy sickness in the morning. Cut to 11pm, when your body’s contents threatened to exit through your mouth, you began to realise most pregnancy expectations were going to become lies.

As you presumed your partner Yoongi was fast asleep, you couldn’t resist letting a few burning tears slip down your cheek and onto the tile flooring. You were overjoyed at the bundle of joy growing inside of you, but the gruelling process of carrying them around was proving to be slightly overwhelming for you.

“Can I get you anything?” You snapped your head around to find Yoongi crouching in the doorframe. Although he looked tired, it was obvious his concern for you.

While thinking of an answer, you swept away your tears believing there was a possibility he hadn’t seen them. Your hoarse throat made it clear how sick you really were, “Can you just stay for a while?” All of your willpower couldn’t stop your bottom lip from quivering as you made your request.

“Let it out, honey. It’s okay.” Yoongi assured you, writhing his arm around your curled shoulders. Knowing it would make you feel even worse, you let your pent up emotions flood from your eyes, “We’re going to get through this. Although it might not feel like it right now, you are more than capable of doing this.”

JHS

It seemed every 10 seconds you checked the time on your phone. Impatiently, you waited for your newly-wed husband, Hoseok, to finish his dance practice. Only 15 minutes remained, but you needed his help and comfort desperately.

You felt selfish that you needed Hoseok as much as you did, despite both him and the members telling you that you didn’t need to. He knew that you could become overwhelmed and panicked easily, and had told you it was never a problem for him to leave his schedule earlier to make sure you were okay and safe.

Rapidly, your sickness became unbearable. You felt as though a crossroads had been placed before you, and moving on from today’s sickness episode would be impossible. Although hesitating, you reached for your phone and dialled Hobi quicker than you ever had before.

By the time he had picked up, your heart had increased in speed, leading your hands to shake violently, “What’s up, angel?”

His chirpy response disheartened you, as you knew your low state would convert it into plain panic, “When will you be home? I need help clearing up and getting myself from the floor.”

You rushed your words into one breath, but before you could even finish, Hoseok had begun to reassure you, “Okay, don’t worry, I’m coming. Do you need anything on the way home? Stay on the phone with me, it’ll seem like I’ll get there sooner. You’re okay honey, you’re okay.”

KNJ

“Okay, I think I’m alright for a while.” You told Namjoon. He offered you both of his hands to help you up from the bathroom floor where you had sat for a generous period of the morning. Although you were heading quickly for your second trimester of pregnancy, your morning sickness was still very much prevalent.

“You seem to be a lot better today.” Namjoon pointed out to you, rubbing your shoulders as you turned to wash your hands, “Maybe the twins are making your sickness last longer?”

You really hoped that wouldn’t be the case. Putting up with constant vomiting for 14 weeks was enough, you couldn’t bear the thought of a whole 9 months of it.

As you dried your hands on the towel, you heard Namjoon begin to stammer over his words, “Did you want any vanilla ice cream?”

You couldn’t help but furrow your brows. It was a confusing question at least, “It’s only 7am, Joonie.”

“I know, but it can help your throat burn a little less. It’s worth a try, I know how much you hate mornings like this.” In no time after you agreeing to the sweet treat, Namjoon had already grasped your hand and had begun leading you towards the kitchen.

PJM

In less than half an hour, you and your husband, Jimin, were expected at the last apartment viewing you had booked. With your first baby arriving later that year, you had mutually agreed that more space would be needed. Where you lived now was just too small to raise a little kid.

Every morning that week, you had managed to avoid throwing up in the morning. Wrongly, you had convinced yourself your morning sickness had finally left. However as you applied your blush to the apples of your cheeks, the same doomed urge stormed through your stomach, and you had no choice than to retreat to the bathroom.

“Angel? Are you nearly ready? We should be leaving soon-“ Jimin’s reminders were cut short by a deep sigh. He bent down to your level and swept your falling hair back behind your ear, only to pin it to your head using his finger, “I thought we were past this?”

“So did I,” you replied, refusing to meet his eyes in case of an emergency, “Why did this have to happen today?”

“I can cancel it if you’re not up to it.” You refused before he had finished his sentence. You had to move soon, there was no choice around it, “Do you need some help clearing things up?”

You nodded, kneeling back onto your heels. Now you’d have to rush your makeup as well as tidy yourself up again. In a brief pause to glance at your appearance in the mirror, Jimin came to your side and lifted the blush brush you had dropped, “I know you precise you are with your makeup. I’ve got it covered.”

KTH

It was your last day in Europe with Taehyung, and already you felt guilty it had to begin this way. Your vacation to Vienna would be the last as just a couple, as three months ago you learned you were expecting your first child with your husband, Taehyung.

Prior to your vacation, you believed you had avoided morning sickness altogether. It surprised you that you hadn’t experienced any ill feelings, but relieved you nonetheless. Taehyung had joked your body knew that your fun vacation was coming to an end and so was hurling the worst at you.

“Tae, I can’t board a plane like this. I get travel sickness anyway-“ You sobbed into his chest. At that point in time, leaving the bathroom was out of the question. Nothing could have prepared you for the vile feeling that was brought along with the sickness you felt.

“My love, we don’t really have the choice. It’s gonna be a rough journey but hey, we’ll be home before you know it. And then you’ll be able to get much more comfortable which is better for you and our baby, right?”

He was right, but even his encouraging words couldn’t make today appear any easier to you, “Just.. why today? It couldn’t have been tomorrow or any time in the near future, it had to be today.”

Taehyung thought for a moment while caressing your hand with his fingers, “The way I see it, little one is just letting you know how comfortable of a home you’re giving them. Perhaps not in the most gracious way, but they have to get the message to us somehow.” You couldn’t help but giggle at his interesting analysis of your baby’s signals to you, “You can get through this, for them and for me.”

JJK

Winter sun filtered through a split in the curtains and onto the bed where you laid wrapped in your partner’s arms. You’d been awake for several minutes, but you couldn’t bring yourself to disturb Jungkook’s sleep on purpose. Comeback season always left him particularly exhausted.

However you also knew that it wouldn’t be long until your routine morning sickness would force you from your warm sheets.Although your symptoms were a lot less violent than they were a few weeks ago, you still dreaded the mornings. Before long, you couldn’t control the urge to vomit any longer and tried to leave Jungkook’s arms.

In a sleepy daze, thinking you were playing with him, Jungkook groaned playfully as he tightened his grip, “Kook, you have to let me go. I’m serious, I’m gonna throw up.” He sat up quickly as you rushed away into the bathroom, and were soon joined by a half-asleep husband.

He yawned swiftly before pulling your scrambled hair from your face, “You should’ve woken me up before, you sound even worse than before.”

A brief pause in vomiting allowed you to explain yourself to him. You knew well that he didn’t like when you hid your hardships from him, “You were out cold last night, it’s obvious you’re exhausted. I’m okay, this is normal.”

Jungkook’s eyes fell at your selfless reasoning. While still holding your hair in one hand, he moved to sit behind you and rested his chin on your shoulder, “Don’t worry about me. I can always go back to sleep. You’re the one carrying precious cargo.”

^ thank you for your kind request! 💕

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[not-safeforsanders]

between the crowds

Warnings: big age gaps, having a kink for older men(?), daddy issues, dub-con, references to past sexual trauma. apart from the last one none of these are explicitly mentioned to be a bad thing so be warned; dead dove, do not eat. 

Notes: I swear these warnings are making this a lot sadder than it actually is. OP is projecting onto Remus lets be honest, also i finished writing this at 11pm and i haven’t slept in six days so go easy on me lads. Cannot believe this is the fic i come back w after weeks.

Ship: Intrulogical 

Plot: Remus has a very specific type of man that he’s interested in, usually over the age of twenty-eight and looking good in a suit.

Word Count: 3219

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There are very few reasons a man like Remus rocks up to places like this in leather pants and a belt made of chains, eyes lined, he is searching for a very specific person; or at least someone falling under one of six different criteria. The brunet orders a drink at the bar, his dark eyes flickering over the crowds of people drinking and dancing and doing everything short of fucking on a table. 

He sips his drink, a cocktail of at least three different kinds of alcohol and what tastes like raspberries. For a moment he doesn’t see anyone of interest and then his eyes land on someone practically burying himself into the corner of the room, his free hand in his pocket and the other around a glass of whiskey. The man is tall, lean with a head full of ebony curls that look to have been tamed somewhat, but it’s late in the evening and the gel has started to lose its hold. In the low light, blue blazer accentuating his shoulders and curves, he looks at a guess perhaps in his early thirties. 

Remus swallows more of his drink, slides away from the bar and up to the other man like a predator stalking his prey. The stranger catches his eyes and leans up a little from the wall, but he doesn’t move away or look anything other than impassive at the approaching figure. “Feel like dancing?” Remus asks, but it’s not the question he’s asking, not with that tone of voice or wearing an expression that is most certainly inviting more. 

“Not much of a dancer,” the other man replies, his voice deep and firm as his gaze flickers across Remus’ face, “how old are you?” 

“20.” it’s the truth, he is twenty years old, but the stranger is still scrutinising him through narrowed eyes. Remus rolls his eyes and pulls his wallet out of his jacket, showing him his ID “See? I even go to college and everything.” The dark-haired man laughs, his smile is small as he shakes his head a little. 

“You’re still too young for me, kid.” Remus pouts in response, folding his arms across his chest as he steps forward, tilting his head to the side as he encroaches on the other’s personal space. “Isn’t there someone your own age you can...play house with, so to speak?” The college student laughs knowing he should be offended, but it’s somewhat a hard feat to upset him truly. 

“Boys my age aren’t much fun.” he shrugs “My name is Remus, and I’m legal, isn’t that all that really matters?” He gets a shaken head in response, and sighs, stepping back. “Would it make you feel any better to know I do this all the time?” Another laugh, amused as the other shakes his head again. 

“Actually that makes me feel somehow worse.” He gestures in a ‘go away’ motion “Go find someone else.” 

And Remus does, he turns around with a dramatic sigh and walks away with the sway of his hips, looking for some other soul to make use of that night. 

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It’s very rare someone says no to Remus, someone like him might as well be carrying a sign that says ‘daddy issues’ and not just because of his penchant for studs and leather and very apparent dependency issues. People like him are generally a catch for a one night stand, especially in clubs like these. 

So he keeps his eye out for the stranger, approaches him on some occasions, and eventually being told ‘no’ is so much a part of his routine that he actually waits by the bar until he sees the dark-haired individual just to walk up and wait for the inevitable “Find someone else.” He thinks he might be annoying the stranger, but he doesn’t really care about that either. 

True to how most of these stories go, time passes and he finally squeezes a name out of the other man, after watching him down so much whiskey in one night it’s a wonder his liver is still working. “Logan.” He finally mutters out “Now will you leave me alone?”

“You look like you need a break.” Remus replies, teasingly, soothingly “Let me help you get out of your own head.” He leans so far into the other’s space that Logan freezes a little, going to step back. Then there are hands on his cheeks and he’s being pulled into a forceful, bruising kiss. Remus kisses him like he’s starving for the other, his hands gripping but he’s not all that strong, so Logan grips his wrists and pushes him back a little, shaking his head firmly. 

“No.” He lets go of Remus and walks away, he’s stumbling a little as he makes his way out of the door, the cold air sobering the elder man a little as he takes a deep breath, but as predicted the brunet has followed him out into the air. “Why do you insist on following me like a lost animal?” 

“No-one ever says no to me.” The younger shrugs, looking up at Logan with a grin that is reminiscent of the Cheshire cat, wide and wolfish and eager. “Come on, one night, I promise I’ll change your life.” Logan shakes his head again, for the millionth time he’s said no, but even he’s not so sure he means that anymore. In the outside world the street lamps’ light fall on Remus’ body, his legs wrapped in leather, a choker around his neck, chains clasped to a belt that fastens around his thin waist. Distantly, Logan wants to ask him out of genuine worry if he eats at all, his bones covered only by thin skin and the tiniest amounts of muscle; that alone distracts him from any lust that he has. “How old are you?” 

“Thirty-one.” The elder replies truthfully. 

“My parents have a bigger age gap than that,” Remus snorts. 

“It’s not the same, you’re barely an adult, and I know my comfort zone enough to know the answer is still no.” The smaller folds his arms over his chest, looking up at Logan with wide eyes and a pout and so much want. It would be wrong to accept his proposition, he does not want to accept his proposition. 

Remus does not take his no as an answer, his hands winding through the blue suit jacket and pulling him back down into a kiss. A hard and wanting kiss, Logan does not kiss back, he freezes in place and goes to step back once more but Remus pulls him closer; he is not strong and Logan knows he could step back, he could walk away and the other man would have no way to prevent him from doing so. But Remus’ body presses against his in the cold air and his lips part without even thinking, and Logan kisses him back. 

The cool air around him doesn’t awaken him from the feeling that rushes through him, his hands coming up to cup Remus’ jaw, lips parting and tilting his head into the kiss; he shivers when Remus’ tongue brushes his own and guiltily feels a warmth that runs to his head and pounding chest. Then Logan steps back with flushed cheeks and breathing a little heavily as he stares down at the smug expression on the younger man’s face “now, tell me no one more time.” 

“No,” Logan says, shakily and a little timidly, right before Remus is grabbing his hand and yanking him out into the street. He wants to pull back, he should pull back, he does not pull back. He just follows if that is really the right word for the way he is being dragged forwards by the hand. 

By the time he’s stood at the bottom of the stairs that lead to Remus’ apartment, he’s just about realised exactly what emotions he’s feeling. The younger man grins down at him, there’s an excitement in his expression that only people who have been damaged enough to find this fun, gives. Logan does not leave, he really does think he should leave, but then they’re stood outside of Remus’ room, the door opening and the other’s hands are on his body. He knows that despite every ounce of moral argument, Remus wants this, and at some point Logan might’ve understood that feeling too. 

He finds himself backed against the closed door, lips against his neck, then teeth; the elder shivers underneath the weight of touch, his mind counting all the points of contact between their bodies. Remus’ hands move underneath his jacket and his head falls back against the woodwork, losing himself in the movements of the younger man’s body, before he’s being dragged towards the bed. Logan kicks off his shoes somewhere between point a and point b, before he’s lying on his back with a lapful of Remus. 

The younger kisses him desperately, searching and wanting like nothing the elder man had ever seen in his life. His hands never resting as they push Logan’s jacket off his shoulders, he cups Remus’ jaw in an attempt to just still his ferocity for a second, leaning hard into the kiss the moment he’s dragging the other into it. Remus calms a little, his curious hands unbuttoning the other man’s shirt, but his movements become less erratic. He pulls back from the kiss and Logan’s fingertips trail down his jaw before resting on Remus’ thighs, looking up at him. 

“Quit staring,” Remus mutters, a smile quirking at his lips “I can’t focus with you looking at me like that.” Logan goes to reply but he’s silenced by the other shuffling back, his hand wandering between his legs, squeezing the words gently out of Logan. “That’s better.” 

Logan watches him shuffle backwards, Remus’ mouth pressed to the hardness forming in his pants. His cock twitches a little, taking note of the hands undoing his zipper. The elder man leans up on his elbows to watch Remus pull down his pants and boxers out of the way and off his long legs, before he settles between them on his stomach and takes him down his throat. Logan makes a noise that is quiet and lustful but mostly relieved, a curse running short of his lips as he watches Remus’ lips stretch around him, feeling him hardening in his mouth. The younger man would grin if he could, watching all the times Logan had said ‘no’ dissipate in the air around him. Now he fully intends to make him say yes, and more than once. 

He moves his head at a teasing pace at first, simply to watch as the other sinks into the sensation of having his cock sucked so lethargically; in a way that is almost therapeutic. He takes his time to have the elder man squirm underneath him until finally, he asks Remus to go faster. Remus has dicked around with enough older men to know somewhere behind that passive, innocent facade is a demanding man who wants to be in control, and true to his tendency to play with fire he intends to make sure Logan knows that side of him exists. 

He picks up the pace just enough for it to be noticeable but in a way that says he is really trying to piss Logan off; but the elder knows a game when he sees it and refuses to get upset with the younger. Some half of him is unnerved by the situation and doesn’t intend to make himself feel any worse about it. “Faster, please.” Always please and thank you. It’s insufferable, Remus narrates in his own mind. 

By the time Logan is anywhere near his release, so much time has passed that the elder is getting frustrated but enjoying it, the sort of way anyone enjoys edging, which is definitely where Remus is heading. He pulls back to wipe his mouth the moment he can hear Logan’s breath hitching, the grin on his face said everything. And Logan grins back, lazily and with a shake of his head. The brunet is sort of reminded of the disappointed looks of the older men in his life but decides it’s possibly not a good time to think about that either.  

Remus eventually stops playing games and uses his mouth the way he wants too really, essentially using Logan’s dick as a means to get his throat fucked and not much less. Logan loses it so quickly when that time comes, however, he finds himself almost reluctant to cum, as though it would be a waste of the hour to let go so soon. At least the younger did not ruin his orgasm, there’s one saving grace. 

When he’s finished, voice strained and eyelids heavy he notices the way his heart is pounding in his chest like it’s almost shaking. A blowjob so good his heart might actually give out. Remus wipes off his lips on the back of his hand, kneeling up and sitting back on his heels as he looks down at the elder man. 

Logan has no lines on his face, no laughter lines or frown lines, he has the slightly ageing skin of a thirty-one-year-old, but he looks still so much younger when he’s lying in Remus’ bed trying to catch his breath, skin flushed, pupils wide and a tired smile on his lips. It makes Remus wonder how much this man has actually smiled in his life, or felt much of anything at all. 

He hates that he can relate to that in his own twisted way. But he doesn’t have much time to think about it because Logan’s hands are pulling him down and laying him back with every intent to return the favour. 

But the elder is tired and doesn’t want to play games, and neither does Remus really, so when Logan takes him down his throat with no reserve the younger takes the liberty and fucks his mouth like he’s running out of life. He cums hard down Logan’s throat less than ten minutes than when he’d started, his hands roughly fisting the dark curls on the man’s head as he bucks into the heat around him. He makes it very clear he cares very little about how the elder feels about this, but Logan had a feeling that it would be like this and it’s not exactly his first rodeo. 

Afterwards, Logan stares at the ceiling for a while whilst Remus cracks open his window and lights a cigarette wearing Logan’s shirt, staring out at the city without a bother for the fact he’s mostly naked and the lights are on so anyone could look in. “You’re thinking too loud.” The younger mutters through a throatful of smoke. “Loosen up man you can’t beat yourself up about it forever.” 

“I am not beating myself up.” The elder sits up and pulls on his underwear before hopping up on the windowsill to snatch a cigarette off of the other man “I am simply thinking.” 

“About…?” Remus gestures loosely with the hand holding the cigarette, ashes tumbles down against the skin of his thigh but he doesn’t really notice. 

“Why,” Logan shrugs and the click of a lighter fills the silence that ensues the word, he takes a deep inhale and exhale “forgive me if it’s too personal, but I do have to wonder why a twenty-year-old has a penchant for men in their thirties and if what I’ve seen is anything to go off, older.” 

“You’re right, that is too personal,” Remus replies bluntly, leaning his head against the window, inhale, exhale, his wrist falls against his propped up knee and he watches the smoke pour from his own lips in his reflection. “But it’s because I got very badly hurt and this is what it did to me, now nothing can satiate me...not just sexually...but my entire life, than men who are older, who are the same age that he was, and I assume once I am finally at that age it will be okay.” Logan blows smoke out of the window and does not speak as the words rest on him. 

“You are aware that you are quite possibly re-traumatising yourself?” Remus shrugs. 

“I don’t really care.” And it’s true, he doesn’t care, he isn’t uncomfortable or upset that this is the product of his pain; he doesn’t regret the men he’s slept with and he doesn’t hate himself for doing it again and again. No matter what words people have had to describe him; from jailbait to whore, he cannot let go of the fact that this is the only healing he’s ever going to know. “I tried therapy, I tried talking about it, I went from a psychiatrist to an expert, to so many people who said that they could help and they couldn’t…” He inhales from his cigarette again, exhaling before he can continue “...because the truth is I am so fucked up that not even people trained to fix me could, so I had to find my own ways of coping and to be honest out of the list I had this is the healthiest.” 

Logan doesn’t regret asking but he still shifts uncomfortably. Now that Remus is a little tired and a little wrapped up in his bliss, he is not the same person who dragged him home from the club; he is softer, calmer, and brushing eyeliner off his eyes with his fingers. “I’d say I’m sorry but I get the notion you’re not the type of person to want pity.” The younger laughs shortly in response, smiling around his cigarette as he nods his head. “I do apologise if I overstepped, however, sincerely.”

“I’m an open book, you can ask me any question and I’ll answer it, but only if you can handle the crazy.” He winks as he slides off of the window ledge, putting his cigarette out on his ashtray “Now if you don’t have work tomorrow, old man, I’ve got a few more ideas…”

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Logan does not manage to shake Remus after that, he gets caught up in his life, not romantically; Remus has no want for such a relationship, but sexually they get tangled up in each other on many occasions, after a while, Logan shelved the guilt. But he eventually calls it quits, not for any other reason but that he needs to move on with his life; because that’s what people his age do, they go to work and they fall in love and they get married. Time is not running out for a thirty-year-old, but there are still things he wants and needs that Remus does not. There’s no argument, no bitter conversation, he just says “this is the last time.” and Remus nods and lets him go. 

But every now and then, Remus catches him at the club with a pretty piece of arm candy, and they shoot a small smile to each other between the crowds.

#not safe for sanders

[ughseoks]

the story of us | ksj

— pairing; seokjin x reader

— genre; angst, slight fluff in beginning & end

— word count; 1.6k

— warnings; angst, small fight, two stubborn dummies refusing to communicate properly

— summary; you thought that the story of you and jin was one that had a fairytale ending, but a miscommunication leaves you scrambling to ensure it doesn’t end in tragedy instead.

「based on “the story of us” by taylor swift」

— masterlist —

From the moment you met, you hoped that one day, you’d be able to tell your kids the story of you and Jin. You’d be able to recount how his cheeks tinted pink when your gazes locked, sparks flying instantly; how you crossed the room to talk to the mystery boy with broad shoulders, and a feeling of right tugged deep in your gut.

Your relationship blossomed from the first hello, and before you knew it, you and Jin were attached at the hip. Friends and family would always tell you that the two of you were “the lucky ones,” and you couldn’t deny it. How you’d managed to find Jin amongst the sea of people at your university still left you clueless, but one thing was for sure: you had no intention of ever letting him go.

It’s funny how in just one week, everything can change.

Glancing at your phone, you pushed open the door to the library. Your first instinct was to search the room for the tall, elegant creature that was Jin— but you stopped yourself short. Just a week prior, everyone knew that your place was the spot next to him, but now, you were searching the room for an empty seat. The large building was filled to the brim with students studying, sleeping, and frantically completing almost-due assignments. Casting your gaze to the floor, you plopped down at the nearest vacant table, pulling out your laptop to continue writing your literary analysis.

After a few minutes of staring at the halfway-completed document, you sighed in frustration, running a hand through your tousled hair. Normally, you were a quick writer, the words flowing from your fingertips with ease; but now, you couldn’t seem to form a coherent sentence.

As much as you hated to admit it, the source of your distraction was Jin. The argument that the two of you had three nights prior was the only thing you could focus on, and it was affecting both your work and school life way more than you’d like to admit. Resting your chin on the palm of your hand, you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to block out the memories begging for your attention.

“Lately, I don’t even know what page you’re on!” you yelled, throwing up your hands in frustration, “It’s like you aren’t even you anymore. What happened?”

Recently, you’d felt like something new had formed between you. Something more than being just friends. But, clearly, you were wrong. Jin had grown distant from you; he was staying out into the late hours of the night, ignoring your texts and calls, and showing up to school with the darkest under eye bags you’d ever seen. You didn’t know if it was because he sensed a change in your feelings for him or some other underlying issue, but what hurt you the most was that he was choosing to distance himself rather than confide in you.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Jin retorted, desperation and panic seeping into his tone, “I’m still the same Jin you’ve always known. Nothing has changed!”

“You know that’s a lie,” you growled, pointing an accusing finger at him, “I can tell when you’re lying. Just tell me what’s going on!”

He clenched his jaw, averting his gaze from your fiery eyes.

“Is…” your voice dropped to a soft tone, emotion causing it to shake slightly, “Is it because of me?”

“What do you mean?” he replied, still not looking at you.

“Don’t pretend like you haven’t noticed it,” your voice had developed a bitter undertone to it; after all, you couldn’t believe he was denying what had been happening between the two of you. “You and I… I see us as being… more than just friends. Do you not feel the same way? Is that why you’ve been distant?”

Jin’s eyes blew wide open in shock, but it was only a moment before his face turned stone cold and the answer that you’d been dreading floated past his lips with an insulting level of ease.

“Yeah, it is.”

Miscommunication leads to fallouts. You and Jin were both well aware of that. But some invisible wall kept the two of you divided, and no matter how many things you wished he knew, the wall you’d erected seemed to grow taller and thicker each day. It stood tall and proud, guarding your already fragile heart from being dealt the final blow that would inevitably shatter it into a million, glittering Jin-shaped pieces.

Letting out a groan, you slammed your laptop shut, sliding it into your bag and storming out of the library. Clearly, you weren’t going to get any work done.

How did you and Jin end up this way?

It was three weeks later when you found yourself in the middle of a party, nervously pulling at your sweatshirt and trying to look busy. Scanning the room anxiously, your gaze unexpectedly locked with Jin’s. His eyes widened in shock before he spun on his heel, leaving you behind him without so much as a peep.

That was the first time you’d seen him in person since the argument. You hadn’t expected him to act like nothing had happened— after all, you weren’t sure you wanted to pretend like you were suddenly best friends again, either— but you didn’t expect him to flat out ignore you. Swallowing the growing lump in your throat, you tried to find a familiar face amongst the crowd, pushing back the thought of Jin doing his very best to avoid you.

Once upon a time, you thought you’d tell the story of how you almost lost your mind when you saw Jin for the first time; how he walked you home that night to make sure you’d make it home safe and sound because you were “too nice to die at the hands of a creepy old man on the street at 11pm.”

But now, he held his pride like he should’ve held you.

God, you were scared to see the ending of this story. Why were you both pretending like this was nothing? It was getting to be too much for your body and mind to handle, and judging by the dark circles you’d spotted under Jin’s eyes, he wasn’t faring much better than you.

Words couldn’t describe just how badly you wanted to run into his arms and tell him how much you missed him. But you had no idea how to.

Pulling out your phone, you drafted message after message, only to delete each of them a few seconds after typing them. The last messages sent between you were from two weeks ago, and the last time you’d actually talked in person had been almost three.

Yet you’d still check your phone at least once every hour, hoping to see a notification from him, just to be let down by a blank screen.

Huffing, you slipped your phone into your pocket and ran a hand through your hair, frustration and confusion coursing through your veins as you stood alone in the crowded room. Sure, you’d had arguments with Jin before, but you swore you’d never heard silence quite this loud. Inside, you were dying to know if it was killing him like it was killing you, but you didn’t know what to say or ask to get past this roadblock.

This terrible twist of fate had shattered everything, and the once fairytale-like story of you and Jin was starting to look a lot more like a tragedy now.

In an emotionally fueled rampage, you suddenly yanked your phone back out of your pocket. Your fingers slammed into the keyboard over and over again, not giving yourself enough time to think twice about what you’d typed out until after you hit send.

You: hey. can we talk?

You were sick and tired of competing for the title of who could act like they cared less… you just wanted Jin back. Although you might be stubborn, you liked it better when the two of you were on the same side, and you were more than willing to lay your armor down if he would admit that he’d rather love than fight.

Sighing, you turned your screen off once more, sliding your phone into your pocket. The battle was in his hands now, so there was no point in letting this ruin the rest of your night.

Jin’s heart was beating a million times a minute as he stared at his phone screen, reading the text message from you over and over again. All he had to do was reply to the four simple words, but for some reason, he couldn’t find it in himself to respond.

The question really only required a one-word response, so why was this so hard? Was he scared of the conversation that would inevitably follow? The chance of having his heart broken? Or was he, deep down, still trying to pretend like nothing was really wrong?

There were thousands of thoughts racing through Jin’s mind as he continued to stare at the screen, wishing there was a way to express what he was feeling. He had so many things to tell you, but he didn’t know how, and he was sure that if he stared for even a second longer he might shut down.

“Everything okay, dude?” Hoseok put a hand on Jin’s shoulder, throwing his friend a concerned glance, “You seem a little out of it.”

“Y-Yeah,” Jin locked his phone after sending a quick reply, sliding it into his pocket with only a moment’s hesitation, “I’m good.”

Jinnie: sure. let’s call later tonight.

a/n; this is a day early bc i love jin & i’m high on that mots:7 juice right now. sorry for the angst & messy writing. but i wrote this in like an hour with no editing and hey, at least there’s implied fluff at the end, right??

— masterlist —

© ughseoks 2020, all rights reserved. do NOT modify, translate, or repost my works. modification, translations, and/or redistribution of my works on any platform is strictly prohibited.

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[koko-bopp]

Flirty Criminal

criminal!song mingi X detective!m!reader

Part 4

word count – 3K

genre – Fluff/Angst | Criminal/Cop!au

warning(s) – mentions of cheating, threats

synopsis – “[Y/N] [L/N] is known famously around his police precinct as the detective that the infamous criminal Song Mingi has a crush on. The detective denies these claims, though Mingi gets into as much trouble as possible just to see him.”

Things were going well, to say the least.

On one hand, Mingi was madly in love with you, which is what you wanted. Having the criminal wrapped around your finger was what was necessary to complete the job assignment, you were hoping he'd soon melt and tell you what you needed. You didn't ship your husband to Chicago for no reason.

Yet, on the other hand, it was getting increasingly difficult to retrieve what you needed, Mingi was always acting like he wasn't some notorious criminal, he would show a very different side to how he would normally behave. He was sweet, affectionate, constantly horny and just– you wondered; is this what Song Mingi is when he's not leading his life of violent crime.

Three and a half weeks have ran by, hickeys littered your shoulders and many kisses have met your lips. None of it bad, but Mingi had this mindset of 'I am not clingy, but I am', enough for your colleagues to know that you're seeing someone (they all know damn well that it isn't your husband, he was never this possessive) while you would change out of your work gear in the locker rooms.

This new change of pace wasn't annoying or something you were struggling to adapt to. You're literally paid to act cute and go on dates with the guy. Yet it had crossed your mind multiple times as to whether or not you were actually catching feelings for Mingi.

"Wow, your house is really nice," Mingi said, his eyes wondering around the whole place.

It's a big house, it's nice, and you're very much proud of it. High ceilings, a swimming pool at the back, a lovely porch; everything you had wanted as a child. You wrapped your arms around Mingi, his hands holding your waist as you did so. You placed a small kiss on his lips, "I missed you."

"You saw me yesterday," He chuckled, leaning forward to place another kiss. "We're actually having dinner, right? Because I came here on an empty stomach and I'm kind of starving."

"I didn't have a chef's mindset, I hope fancy ramen and wine is enough," You giggled, smiling at Mingi.

He scoffed light-heartedly, "That's fine, Im just starving. Let's enjoy our dinner, yeah?"

"What the–"

Maybe your husband shouldn't have over-thought the idea of you sending him to Chicago. You told him it as because of the fact that Mingi knew who he was and he was a potential target; and it was partly correct.

But the man you once fell in love with was standing at the entrance of the dining room with the house keys in his hand, shocked expression, eyes wide and horribly confused.

He wasn't in Chicago.

He was in your house, watching you hold hands with Song Mingi as if you were married to him.

Half a second had gone by, and the shock on your husband's face was inevitable.

Mingi was the first to notice. His eyes were smiling with his face while he was looking at you but his expression went cold when he turned his head to the man who was uninvited. He scowled, "Can we help you?"

To which you promptly turned around to as well. Your eyes went wide and out of instinct you stood up and let go of Mingi's hand, turning to your husband, "Ty...What are you doing here?"

"Me?" He scoffed at you, before looking at Mingi, "What's he doing here?"

Mingi didn't hold back, "Date night." He leaned back against the chair, his elbow propped up on the neck of it, almost slouching, but not the lazy kind, the intimidating kind. "And I don't know about you, but I don't like jerks in suits ruining them."

Ty didn't like that. Especially since he felt so in the dark with this whole situation, and the fact that you weren't doing anything to defend him made it that little bit worse. He took a step forward, his nose scrunched in anger, eyes on Mingi, "I could fucking step on you, Song."

Mingi let out a sarcastic laugh, before dropping it to a smirk, "I could fucking shoot you."

"Enough." You frowned at both of them before turning to your husband, "You. Come with me. And you–" You said, pointing at Mingi, "–You stay here."

He rolled his eyes, but stayed put regardless. His gaze drifted to your husband, glaring daggers into the guy's soul as he watched the two of you exit the room. Mingi huffed, unscrewing the bottle of red wine to fill his glass to the top, leaving the narrowest space just so the red toxins didn't overflow and permanently stain the lint, beige, tablecloth.

You had entered the guest bedroom, Ty following behind you before closing the door, making sure that there was no way anybody would hear the two of you. Ty took in a very sharp breath, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes still that bit wide from shock, "[Y/N]." He started, "[Y/N], what the fuck is going on?"

You crossed your arms, remaining calm, "Why aren't you in Chicago?"

"Excuse me?" Ty choked out, not really being able to comprehend the words coming out from his husband's mouth. "That's what your concern is? That I'm interrupting your date? Mind you, with Song fucking Mingi?"

You snapped; "I didn't interrupt your sex session with my partner, Ty."

Ty's expression went from angry to shocked. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again since his mind was too busy re-registering what you'd just said.

There were very few things you were telling the truth about the night you slept with Mingi, but one of them weren't the fact that you found your husband in bed with your partner. The white lie was when you knew. It wasn't that night, you knew months in advance, but you just didn't have the heart to confront both parties about it.

The only issue was, the more you put the confrontation on hold, the more out of love you were with Ty.

And it was the reason why you accepted the whole assignment to trick Mingi into being your boyfriend. You weren't willing to fix things with a cheater, you respected yourself too much for that, but you also went willing to risk putting Ty in danger either, so you told him that sending him to Chicago would be safest for him.

Ty obviously didn't get the message, since he's in the same household as a man who killed a bunch of people, as well as willing to kill someone who's hurt someone he loves.

"Yeah," you sighed, "That's what I thought."

Cheating on a cheater is like fighting fire with fire; there's nothing wrong with it, just as long as both parties are sane enough to manage the flames. But it doesn't mean that ones flame won't occasionally burn the other.

"Get whatever the fuck you need, then go to my precinct. I'll call Haulting, he'll send you on the next flight to a safe house." There's always a plan B. You lock eyes with Ty, no smile, no frown, just some expression that told him that you didn't care what he needed to tell you, "If you need to talk; you call Haulting, not me. He'll forward you to me during bussiness-hours if it's urgent."

"[Y/N], don't—"

"I already did," you said, "And you did too. So don't bother."

Ty frowned, his brows furrowed in the process. He really wanted to say something, something that will show his guilt but also stop you from what he thinks is a dangerous decision. Though he knows danger isn't something you worry about, you didn't become a detective for nothong.

He didn't say anything. He looked at you for the last time that night before walking past you. He couldn't believe he was listening to you, or even letting go of the fact that youre still going to be around that bastard.

He stopped in his tracks when he reached the enterance of the dining room. He glared at Mingi, the jerk was sitting in the chair, glass of wine half empty with a stupid grin on his face that was directed to Ty.

"Watch your step, Song."

"Watch your your back, punk." Mingi laughed, before giving a knowing smirk, "If you're not careful, there might just be a bullet heading your way."

Ty scoffed, heading out the door, not forgetting to slam behind him as he left.

Mingi rolled his eyes, taking a mouthful of the red wine before turning around to see you enter the room again. He smiled at you softly, "You okay?"

You nodded, sighing. "Yeah, sorry."

Mingi shook his head, putting his drink down. He watched you put your phone on the table, the device sitting up. He raised up from his seat, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin on your shoulder, "My help is yours if you need it."

You smiled, just a bit, taking in the smell of his cologne with your arms wrapped around his neck, "Thanks."

Mingi's eyes accidently wandered to your phone. He saw the thing light up, so it was almost hard to miss.

-

Wayne Haulting (Supervisor)

[8:11pm] I know you're on a date with Song, but I need a report back on hi...

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The criminal frowned. His thoughts rushed to one thing, then to another, before stopping when you pulled away from the embrace.

His heart almost melted when you smiled at him, the action replicating a similar expression on his face.

You sighed, "Sorry for ruining dinner." You said, gently pulling on one of Mingi's buttons, "Want to watch a movie or something?"

Mingi nodded, "Sure."

But not before his mind fixing to wanting to know what that text was about.

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[cpd5021]

Crossing Lines- Chapter Four

So originally, I was going to make this chapter a little longer. But I have a specific plan for the next chapter so this one turned into a bit of a filler one. Hope you enjoy!

It was Tuesday, the second day of my last week here. I had happily agreed to extend my time here in New York, eager for the space from everything that haunted me in Chicago and granting myself the opportunity to clear my head once and for all. All had been going well until the night Jay had called, leaving a voicemail when I didn’t answer. I had ignored him that night and continued to do so over the last week and a half. I knew I would have to face him eventually, but I was still trying my damndest to build my walls back up, walls I knew would crumble the second I talked to him. Over the last few days, I had managed to pull myself back together after his voicemail and I finally felt like I was getting back on track. And then we caught a case. A case that was linked back to Chicago, of all places. I felt my shoulders stiffen at the mention of my city, already steeling myself for what I knew would come next. As soon as Chicago was mentioned, all eyes were on me. An almost unanimous chorus met my ears, one asking about my unit and if I thought Intelligence would be able to help us out with this case. Part of me strongly debated telling them no, but I knew that wasn’t the case. I nodded in agreement, letting them know it shouldn’t be a problem and that I would get ahold of Voight. After the roll call, I found myself sitting at my desk, forcing a few deep breaths into my lungs before I made the call. 

“Voight.”

The gravelly voice of my sergeant carried through the phone and I considered that maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. He could come out, see me in action, and witness firsthand just how far I’d come. 

“Hey Sarge.”

I greeted him, letting a smile creep into my voice. 

“What’s up Hailey? I’ll assume you’re not just calling to catch up.”

I would never fail to be impressed by his ability to pick up on things, even hundreds of miles apart, with nothing more than a greeting exchanged. 

“Yeah...listen, we caught a case that is directly linked back to Chicago. They wanted me to reach out and see if you guys could work this one with us. Maybe a few of you out here and some there to cover more ground.”

I let out a sigh, waiting for his response. I didn’t think he would tell me no, but I wasn’t sure exactly how he would react to me asking for their help. 

“Absolutely. We’ll catch the next flight out.”

His almost immediate response let me release the breath I had been holding, thankful that he was willing to jump on board with us. I focused briefly on his use of ‘we’, condsiring who he might bring along, but forced myself not to ask him. Surely he would want to leave his only other detective in Chicago to run things back there. We exchanged a few more details and then I was back off the phone and headed to report to the rest of the unit. We set about working the case, each group of partners taking a different angle, hoping to make any sort of progress. About an hour later, Voight sent me a text that they would be landing at 4:15. I let him know that I would be there to pick them up, having already discussed this with OA. Again I wanted to ask who was coming with but again I told myself he wouldn’t bring Jay along for this. The time between my last text with Voight and the time we were supposed to go pick them up seemed to fly by, that was, until we were in OA’s car headed to the airport. I couldn’t help the feeling of doom that lingered over me and try as I might to hide it, my partner seemed to pick up on the mood change. 

“Whatcha got brewing over there?” 

OA asked, about fifteen minutes out from our destination. My first instinct was to lie to him and act as if nothing was wrong, but we had come to know each other well enough now that I knew he would see right through me. 

“I’m just wondering who Voight brought with him from the unit.”

I decided honesty was the best policy here but that didn’t mean I needed to come right out and say what I was feeling. Of course, he read through my words and didn’t hesitate to call me out on it. 

“Wondering or worrying?”

He asked, shooting me a quick smile. I let the corner of my mouth pull up slightly, sending him a halfhearted smile in return. 

“Am I that obvious?”

I asked with a chuckle. I once prided myself on being hard to read but it seemed I was anything but these days, at least around OA. As much as I didn’t like to be open with my emotions, it was kind of refreshing to have someone call me out so easily. 

“You’ve been quite this entire ride, and I can see you gnawing away at the inside of your cheek. You’re going to regret that later by the way.”

His teasing tone helped to lighten my mood a little. I glanced over at him before looking out the window as the airport came into view. 

“I didn’t exactly leave on good terms with my partner and we haven’t had a chance to talk yet. I’m hoping to avoid an awkward reunion.”

Well, at least that was partially true. I hadn’t talked to Jay yet but it wasn’t because we hadn’t had the time. I glanced at OA again and saw him nodding in understanding. I forced a deep breath into my lungs as we pulled into the arrival terminal. He parked the car and we hoped out, heading into the glass doors to wait by the gate. We weren’t there long before I saw Voight coming out of the little hallway leading to the aircraft. A small smile reached his eyes when he met mine and he came to stand in front of us. 

“Upton, good to see you again.”

He smiled again and I returned his side arm hug before turning to introduce him to OA.

“Sarge, this is my partner OA.”

OA reached his hand out, exchanging a brief greeting with Voight. Formalities over, I let my eyes drift to the gate where the rest of the plane was emptying into, wondering who else Voight had brought. Voight turned to face the gate, standing on one side of me while OA flanked the other. OA must have picked up on my fresh wave of nerves because he leaned over, bumping into me slightly and causing me to look up at him. He sent me a wink, as if to let me know to relax and that everything would be fine, and I smiled up at him in return. When I looked back to the gate, my heart sunk as I watched Jay lugging a black duffel bag onto his shoulder, knowing by the look on his face he had just watched our whole exchange. He made his way over to us slowly, almost like he was dragging his feet, and finally stood before me. I swallowed hard, the once familiar burn in my throat back with full force. I forced myself to give him a smile, one I knew didn’t reach my eyes. We all stood awkwardly for a moment until I realized the introduction was on me. 

“Jay, this is my partner OA.”

I hated the way my voice broke when I said Jay’s name and I hoped no one had caught it. They exchanged a brief handshake and then I pivoted in place, immediately heading back to the car. I could hear Voight and OA talking behind me, so I knew they were following, but I couldn’t bring myself to look back. Once we got to the car, OA popped the trunk and helped them load their bags in, both having packed light for the short trip. I climbed into the front passengers seat and focused on my breathing while they all piled in.  OA, to his credit, kept up a steady stream of small talk before filling them in on the case. I knew that I should be the one doing that, as they were from my unit, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak. The drive back to the office felt like it took an eternity but finally we made it. We made our way into the building, me once again in the lead, and once we reached the task force’s portion of the building, I excused myself to the bathroom. I could feel my walls beginning to crumble and I needed to pull myself back together. I locked myself in a stall, sitting and letting my elbows rest on my knees, my head collapsing into my hands. I forced a few shaky breathes into my lungs and blinked away the tears that had gathered in my eyes. I knew seeing Jay again was inevitable, but I had hoped I would handle it better than what I was doing. I needed to get a grip to be able to get through this case. I wanted Voight to see the progress I had made but suddenly I wasn’t sure I had made any at all. Once I managed to compose myself a little, I got up and went out to stand in front of the sink, splashing some cold water on my face and then drying off with a paper towel. When I pulled open the bathroom door and stepped into the hallway I was immediately greeted by OA’s towering form. 

“Hey, you good?”

He asked, looking genuinely concerned. He didn’t know the whole story between Jay and I but he wasn’t an idiot, he could tell something had happened. 

“Yeah. I think.”

I breathed out, trying hard to convince both of us. To my surprise, OA closed the distance between us and pulled me into a tight hug. At first, I wanted to push him away. I wasn’t a hugger. But as his strong arms wrapped around me I allowed myself to accept the comfort he was giving me, returning his hug briefly before we separated. As we pulled apart I looked down the hall to see Voight and Jay coming our way, knowing he had once again seen our exchange. 

“We’re going to roll out if you’re good with that, show them the location we’ve got so far.”

OA spoke to me, making sure I was good. I nodded and motioned for them to go ahead of me while I fell in step behind them. Jay didn’t even so much as glance my way as he passed, keeping his head down and his shoulders squared as he followed Voight.

I made it through the next few hours, managing to keep my composure the entire time. We checked out the scene before returning to the office to go over what we had so far. Voight called Kim and Adam to see what they had accomplished back in Chicago and we added that info to the board. Finally we all decided to call it a night, realizing it was almost 11pm, and everyone headed out. OA walked me out to the parking lot, Jay and Voight following behind us and climbing into the loaner car the FBI was giving them for their time here. I glanced over to the black SUV just before they drove past us, my eyes catching Jay’s briefly and causing my heart to sink. He put his head down as they went by and I let out a sigh. OA, who had been lingering beside my car, reached up to grip my shoulder, giving it a quick squeeze before letting his hand drop. 

“Have you talked to him yet?”

He asked carefully. He had figured out that Jay was my partner from Chicago and the tension between us was palpable. 

“No.”

I let out another sigh. We truly hadn’t had the chance since they arrived and I wasn’t sure work was the right place for that conversation anyway. 

“Well maybe you should try. You might be surprised, it could go well.”

He offered me a reassuring smile, squeezing my shoulder one more time before leaving me alone for the night. I climbed into my own car, rubbing my face as the pent up frustration from the day finally released. I made the quick drive to my hotel, hoping that Jay and Voight would be in their rooms already since they were in the same hotel, and lugged myself up the stairs. I figured maybe the light exercise would help to clear my head but it didn’t seem to work. As I crawled into my bed after going through my night routine, I knew it was going to be a sleepless night.

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[inyournightmares97]

Ultimatum (Part 2)

Park Jinyoung is a master negotiator. He’s used to preying on people’s weaknesses and manipulating them to get his way. So he can’t understand you; a lawyer who sees the world in black and white, as either good or bad. Conflict is inevitable.

But if the two of you can just set aside your differences, perhaps you can perform miracles together.

Word Count: 3.6k+

Warnings: Angst, office!au, enemies to lovers!au. Some language.

Part 1: In Which You Win

Part 2: In Which He Wins

Part 3: In Which the Common Enemy Appears

Part 4: In Which You Work Together

Part 5: In Which Nobody Wins (coming soon)

Part 6: In Which Everybody Wins (coming soon) 

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It was like taking candy from a child. 

Cruel, but easy. 

“Do you know what this is, Yugyeom?” Jinyoung asked with a handsome smile. He leaned against Yugyeom’s desk gracefully, his expensive suit making the wooden table look dull in comparison. Jinyoung held a small sheaf of papers in his hand. “I just received this from IT. I think you’ll find it makes for very interesting reading.”

Yugyeom didn’t look up. You had just left the office for a meeting and he really didn’t want to deal with Park Jinyoung in your absence. 

“Huh. Maybe put it down there and I’ll take a look at it when I have time,” Yugyeom muttered, trying to focus on the work he was supposed to be doing. He could feel Jinyoung’s dark eyes piercing into his skull. 

“Are you sure? I think you want to read it now.”

“Not really.”

Jinyoung raised an eyebrow. “I see. You’d like me to leave it here for your boss to find when she comes back? Because I’m sure she’d be fascinated to go through your internet browsing history. There are some real gems in here.”

Yugyeom recoiled. “What?”

“The more recent ones are a delight. Let me see. ‘How to ask a girl out’ and ‘is it okay to date an intern’ and pick-up lines in Japanese. Is Hana Japanese? How ignorant of me, I never bothered to ask her. Oh! But I see if we go a couple months back then you enjoyed one particularly late night at the office alone, hmm? On 17th October at 11pm? Sounds like a wild ride. Busty brunettes-”

Yugyeom leapt to his feet and snatched the sheaf of papers, crumpling them up instantly. His cheeks and ears turned a bright red and he looked around furtively. Luckily you had stepped out for a meeting and Youngjae, the only other member of the Legal department, had gone to the cafeteria. 

“Stop it. Please. Where did you even get that?” Yugyeom pleaded. 

“I have friends in IT, Yugyeom,” Jinyoung explained as Yugyeom desperately ripped up the papers and tossed them into the bin under his desk. “I also have more copies of that.”

“I suppose you mean Mark Tuan. He’s not supposed to be releasing employee data like that. It’s against company policy for IT to disclose personal data to employees from other departments who don’t have clearance,” Yugyeom ranted, his brown eyes looking panicked. “It’s a breach of confidential information. So you can’t use that evidence against me because you obtained it illegally and without clearance-”

Jinyoung chuckled as he folded his arms across his chest. “Yugyeom. You poor child. You don’t understand how the world works, do you? I don’t need clearance to accidentally send this information to the rest of the office. What’s the worst that could happen to me? A formal reprimand, maybe a warning. But you… you’re going to face a lot worse.”

Yugyeom swallowed nervously. “Like what?”

Jinyoung leaned closer and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Like Hana finding out about your taste for brunettes even before you’ve asked her on a date.”

“Fuck.”

“What do you think? Does this seem like a risk you want to be taking?”

Yugyeom clenched his fists with hatred. “What do you want?”

Jinyoung grinned despicably and rolled up his sleeves. 

“That’s more like it. Let’s have a negotiation, shall we? It’s what I do best, after all.”

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Yugyeom had been acting suspiciously silent all afternoon. 

“Are you okay?” you asked him with a kind smile. 

The young law graduate had only been working under you for a year, but his bright attitude and easy-going personality were the best things about him. Yugyeom could be clumsy and careless but he never lost his smile. Ever since you’d returned from your meeting, though, he had only been giving you one-word answers and avoiding your gaze. 

“Fine,” he muttered. 

“Are you sure? You’ve been pretty silent since I got back from my meeting.”

“Maybe something I ate at lunch didn’t agree with me,” he mumbled. Yugyeom’s face was white and you patted his back sympathetically. Poor kid. He’d been working hard with the big restructuring coming up soon. 

“I’m leaving early today since I have to go visit my Mom. You should go home too. And drink some soup,” you suggested as you packed up your belongings. “We’ve been overworking ourselves. Nobody seems to appreciate that we’re the only thing standing between this company and a massive lawsuit.” you complained. Jinyoung’s despicable face popped up in your mind. “How dare he call our job a mere formality. That arrogant bastard.”

Yugyeom hiccuped nervously. 

You smiled at him. “Here, drink some water. I’m guessing Park Jinyoung didn’t come by today?”

“W-what? No. Why? Did you see him?” 

“Of course not. I was at my meeting most of the day. I assumed he’d come down here and try to bother you about the term sheet again,” you replied. It wasn’t like Jinyoung to give up easily. “I’m surprised he hasn’t done anything yet. He only has two days until his deadline. He must have some plan?”

Yugyeom forced a smile. “Maybe you scared him.”

“Maybe,” you mused. “Anyway, I’m leaving. Go home, Yugyeom. Get some rest.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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“I need you to personally review the documents relating to the opening of our new office in Busan,” the CEO told you. “It’s important that nothing goes wrong during this restructuring. We need it to work in order to cut costs here at the Seoul office, but if we have legal problems then we could end up spending more than we save.”

You nodded, clutching the files to your chest. “Right. I understand, sir. We’ll take care of it.”

“I know I can count on you. Okay. That’s all for today, I have another meeting in a few minutes. Dismissed.”

You walked out of the CEOs office with a sigh, wondering how you had just been piled with more work than ever when you’d really wanted to take a few days off this week. Things were getting tougher. Your mind was preoccupied as you walked and you collided with a hard chest covered in an expensive suit. 

“Hello there,” Jinyoung’s deep voice greeted, sounding amused as he reached out to help you straighten up. You looked into his dark eyes. The man’s hands were soft and warm on your skin, unlike his personality.

You frowned at him. “What are you doing here?”

“I have a meeting with the CEO,” he informed you smugly. 

“About what?”

“None of your business. Run along and go pretend to be important elsewhere,” he told you airily. 

You narrowed your eyes at him. Something wasn’t right. Park Jinyoung shouldn’t be this happy. There was a sparkle in his dark eyes and even the way the corner of his lips was curved up suggested that he knew something you didn’t. 

Something smelled fishy. 

“How are you so calm? I don’t understand. Your client expects to be signing the agreement tomorrow and you haven’t even got a term sheet approved,” you reminded him. You’d checked with Hana and she had confirmed that Jinyoung would be meeting with the client tomorrow afternoon. What was he going to take to them? 

“You know what? I think I’ll manage.”

“Manage how?” you demanded. 

“There’s no fun in me telling you that, now is there?” Jinyoung asked. He coolly ran his fingers through his hair. “Keep your schedule vacant tomorrow. I imagine the entire office will be having a party to celebrate me securing the biggest deal of the year. It would be a shame if you missed it.”

“I can’t miss a party that won’t happen,” you snapped. 

“Sure, let’s see who wins this one. Spoiler alert: it’s me. It’s always me,” Jinyoung informed you with a pearly-white smile. He patted you on the head in a condescending manner that made your blood boil (how dare he: you were a fully grown woman!) and then calmly walked past you to enter the CEOs office. 

What was happening? 

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At 8:34 pm on Tuesday night, Kim Yugyeom burst into tears and confessed everything. 

You weren't surprised, only angry. It was just like Park Jinyoung to prey on a person's weakness. He had no shame or remorse, possessed no sense of right and wrong. He didn't even have basic decency, how could you have expected better from him? 

“Hey, look. It’s going to be fine,” Youngjae tried to console Yugyeom gently, handing him a tissue to wipe his face. Most of the office had already left for the day but Yugyeom’s tears were still running like a waterfall. The poor boy was terrified.  

“I-it’s not fine. I’m going to be fired for having approved a term sheet that was clearly against company policy-” Yugyeom whimpered. 

“Nobody has to know!” Youngjae insisted. He turned and looked at you, expecting you to reassure Yugyeom. “Nobody has to know, right? Park Jinyoung won’t say anything because his ass is on the line. There’s no reason for senior management to read the agreement thoroughly. I’m sure the CEO will just sign it since it’s such a huge deal for our company. We’ll be fine for now. It’s a seven-year contract so really, it’ll be years before anyone begins to find any problems.”

You leaned back in your chair and sighed. “Do you guys know why the company doesn’t offer sub-licensing rights as a rule?”

Youngjae blinked. “I mean, yeah-”

“It’s because the software we’re licensing out is ours. If the client is allowed to license it to other people, or sub-license, then why would anyone come to us to buy it? We’d never make sales ourselves because the client would essentially be selling our product at a cheaper rate than us. We'd lose customers, literally. Sub-licensing puts our company at a disadvantage in the long run. But Park Jinyoung doesn’t care about the long run. He doesn’t even care whether this deal will benefit the company. He just wanted the personal glory of being the first guy in Sales to secure a ten million-dollar deal.” 

Yugyeom sniffled. “I’m sorry…”

You sighed and patted him on the back. You weren’t happy with Yugyeom, but the boy was already so miserable that it seemed heartless to scold him further. 

“Let’s call it a day, Yugyeom. We’re going to have to listen to Park Jinyoung gloating tomorrow, so we need our rest.”

“You’re not going to tell the CEO?” he asked hopefully. 

You bit your lip. Every part of you was screaming to go to the CEO now and tell him that Jinyoung’s contract grossly violated company policy, but it was too late. Yugyeom’s signature was already on the sheet. The poor boy would lose his job and you didn’t want to be directly responsible for that. You gave him a small smile. 

“I’m not going to tell. But the problem might get traced back to you someday, Yugyeom. I won’t lie. I’m not sure I can save you from that.”

“I-I know.”

“How about we all go get some pizza? Let’s invite Hana too. The poor girl can never join us when Jinyoung’s around,” you said brightly, in an attempt to dissipate the dull atmosphere. “Yugyeom, why don’t you go over to Sales and let her know?”

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Park Jinyoung probably rehearsed that despicable smile of his. 

You could picture it in your mind; Jinyoung standing in front of his mirror at home and practicing his pearly-white smile, checking to see which angles were most flattering. Jinyoung’s smile was made for the cameras, which was convenient because a press conference was held on Wednesday afternoon to announce that the two companies had entered into an enormous deal. 

You watched in silent disgust as Jinyoung smiled handsomely for the cameras and shook hands with the senior management. 

“Looks like they’re organizing a party to celebrate the deal,” Jinyoung announced loudly to Jackson as he walked past your desk later that evening, proudly carrying the small gift that the client had given him as a thank you. He was addressing his co-worker, but his dark eyes twinkled in your direction. “There’ll be lots of free booze. We’re going to need a designated driver.”

Jackson laughed. “Don’t look at me! I intend to get sloshed!”

“Oh, I’m sure someone from Legal will volunteer,” Jinyoung replied airily. “I can think of a few teetotallers in that department.”

What a prick. Like hell you would be driving his drunken ass home. 

Park Jinyoung gave you a cheeky smile and hurried past. Even the sight of his shapely posterior was not enough to calm you down. How did the man wake up every morning and live with himself? He had no shame. 

You paused for a few moments to visualise his head puffing up to three times its present size and then exploding into a billion tiny pieces, one for every dollar he’d made off the deal. The prospect made you feel marginally better and you were able to get back to work. 

You’d get your revenge. 

Although maybe not quite yet. 

“Are you all coming to the party tonight?” Hana asked hopefully, when she stopped by the Legal area on her return journey from getting Jackson coffee. Her question was addressed to all three of you but her gaze was on Yugyeom. He had been miserable all morning. His shoulders were slumped as he shuffled through some documents half-heartedly. 

“Of course we’re coming,” you told her. 

Yugyeom blinked. “Actually-”

“We’re coming. We did some work on that deal too, we deserve to be there,” you replied. You gave Yugyeom a firm look. “You’re not going to avoid it. If nothing else, at least enjoy the free drinks. Why would you refuse when the company is paying?”

“Right…” Yugyeom mumbled. 

“Can I come with you guys?” Hana asked shyly. “I don’t really want to go with the rest of the Sales team. Mr. Park is being offered a promotion, and it’s all he can talk about. I’m getting kind of tired of congratulating him on it whenever he brings it up.”

You flinched. “A promotion? Jinyoung?”

“Well… it’s not a promotion exactly. But since he’s such a good negotiator, the CEO wants him to help the Finance team make pitches to potential investors for our company. I guess that’s a step up from Sales, right?” she asked. 

Holy shit. They're sending him to our investors now? That was no small matter. Being in charge of finding clients was one thing, but to let Jinyoung talk to the company’s investors was pretty much the highest recognition they could have given him.

No wonder he had looked so pleased. 

"Of course you can come with us," you told her kindly, trying not to let your bitterness show. "I'm sure you need a break from all that toxicity up in Sales. We'll meet you after work, I think the restaurant they booked is within walking distance from here."

"Thanks!" Hana said brightly. "I'll see you!"

None of you were in a mood to celebrate Park Jinyoung's 'contributions' to the company but you decided that you would go. Hopefully a couple of drinks and some time spent with Hana would cheer Yugyeom up. Park Jinyoung could only be in one place at a time, so it should be easy to avoid him, right? 

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It wasn't. 

Park Jinyoung seemed to actively follow you around the party. Youngjae left to hang out with his friends in IT and after the first half hour, Yugyeom and Hana found a private spot on a couch to chat with their cocktails. They looked cozy and you didn't want to disturb them, so you just stuck to the walls and smiled at people politely.  

Maybe you needed more friends. 

Then again, you’d never been one for socializing at work. You worked well with your team, sure, but you didn’t know much about their personal lives. And you didn’t spend hours in the cafeteria chatting with people from other departments. You had a pleasant working relationship with most people but you didn’t have any friends in this company. 

Oh well. 

You’d rather be alone than manipulate people the way Jinyoung did. 

You were just beginning to wonder if you could make an excuse to go home when you spotted a familiar smirk in the crowd. Park Jinyoung made his way over to you, a glass of whisky in one hand. He looked incredibly attractive. He’d unbuttoned the first two buttons on his shirt and his suit jacket was missing. Jinyoung’s hair was messy, and his skin flushed from the alcohol. 

“Well,” he greeted you with a smirk. “You must be the only person in the room who hasn’t congratulated me tonight. Even Yugyeom did it, although he squeezed my hand a little harder than he should have. I think you’re rubbing off on him.”

You said nothing, merely glared. 

“Oooooh, the stink eye. How terrifying,” he replied sarcastically. “Fine, don’t congratulate me. Oh! But would you mind driving me and Jackson home tonight? Everyone’s getting drunk and we can’t seem to find a ride. You don’t drink much at these kind of parties, do you?”

You held a hand out to stop a passing waiter and took two shots of hard liquor from him, one in each hand. Without breaking eye contact with Jinyoung you drank both of them in a single gulp and then set them down on the counter. Your head spun; but Jinyoung’s jaw fell slack and that was enough for you. 

“Ah, I see. You are drinking then.”

“Surprising,” you replied with a sneer, “that the man who can negotiate a ten million-dollar deal is too cheap to just take a cab home.”

Jinyoung scoffed. “Cheap? Me?”

“Oh, am I wrong?”

“You are, as a matter of fact,” he replied. The corner of his lips turned up. “I’ll prove it to you. Let me buy you a drink right now. Choose anything you want from the bar. Not the free drinks they’re handing out for our party, but the expensive stuff on the menu.”

“I wouldn’t touch a drink you bought me with a ten-foot pole,” you snapped. 

Jinyoung put a hand on his chest, looking offended. “What? What kind of a man do you think I am?”

“The kind who blackmails an innocent kid with his internet search history into signing a contract that he could be fired for having approved. Do you not think about the consequences of your actions, Park Jinyoung? Do you just go about the world doing whatever you please for your own benefit?”

Jinyoung’s eyes narrowed. “Of course. Who else do my actions need to benefit?”

“Unbelievable.”

“What?” he demanded. “Nobody’s ever done anything for me. I’ve gotten everything in this world through my own hard work. You think I haven’t been stepped on or cheated? Go ahead. Worship your laws and your ethics and your fucking company policy all you want. Those things have never helped anyone. We’re all responsible for taking care of our own asses, and no rulebook can change that.”

“You’re selfish and disgusting.”

“I’m happy.”

“Are you really? How do you live with yourself? It’s lonely at the top, Park Jinyoung.”

Jinyoung scoffed. His eyes looked around the room proudly. “Lonely? This party is being celebrated for my achievements. I’ve been congratulated by every single person here. I’m getting a raise and I’m about to be promoted. Do I look lonely? You’re the one who doesn’t have any friends here. All you do is act like a teacher’s pet and preach your moral superiority. It’s annoying.”

You flinched. “What?”

“It’s true, isn’t it? Nobody likes a goody-two-shoes. This isn’t primary school. There are no prizes for following the rules. Grow up.”

“I cannot believe your nerve.”

“No, you just can’t believe that your stupid company policy was wrong and that I found a better way to handle things on my own.”

“On your own? You blackmailed a kid! He could lose his job! And why? To secure that precious ten million-dollar deal? That deal is going to hurt the company in the long run and you knew it from the start! Not a single person benefits from this entire manipulative mess except for you!” you snapped. 

Jinyoung blinked. “Then go tell on me.”

“Excuse me?”

“Go on, teacher’s pet. Be a tattletale. Go tell the CEO. I’ll lose my job. Yugyeom will lose his job. And your precious company will be saved from the big, bad sublicensing term. I dare you to do it,” he challenged you. 

Your fists clenched. For a moment, you pictured yourself punching Park Jinyoung in the face, or throwing a martini onto his expensive shirt. How dare he create a problem and challenge you to fix it? How dare he pretend that he was right after his childish and selfish behaviour? You stared at him in disgust. 

“I hate you,” you snapped. 

Jinyoung smirked. “Are you sure? Or do you maybe just hate yourself? Because you’re so proud of always following the company policy and being a stickler for the rules but you can’t even bring yourself to tell the truth. You can fool yourself that you’re better than me all you want. But you’re complicit in this whole deal.”

“Fuck you.”

He chuckled. “What?”

“Fuck. You, Park Jinyoung,” you hissed as you turned to leave. “I can’t even look at you.”

“Are you sure?” Jinyoung called after you with a delighted laugh, as you hurried away. If you stayed then you would surely hit him, and you didn’t want to do that. “Because there’s a rumour around work that you can’t stop looking at my butt!”

You turned back to stare at him in disbelief. What? 

Jinyoung simply grinned. His dark eyes were twinkling mischievously and he lifted the hand carrying his drink to show off his forearm below his rolled-up sleeves. Jinyoung’s dark hair fell into his eyes, and there was something extremely kissable about those plump lips of his as he mouthed the words that made your blood boil. 

I win.

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Touch-Starved // Connor x Reader

Summary:  Missing someone is hard enough. Missing them AND being touch-starved is worse.

1.4k words~

Warnings: idk, hints of depressed!reader? It probably slipped in there a bit.

A/N:  Posting this without really proofreading it. Sort of a vent fic (althought what exactly I’m venting about idk). I just started writing and kept going until it felt finished, so if it feels a little directionless, I apologize. My main purpose was to get some feelings out and Connor was a good outlet for them. I hope it's alright anyway. Please enjoy~ <3

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Before Connor, before this new life with him, you’d been incredibly touch-starved. Even now, several months into your relationship, there were times you ached for contact, lonely nights you wished were filled with his presence. You’d been alone for so long that you still yet haven’t grown accustomed to living with someone else, human or android or otherwise. Even so, he couldn’t always be by your side, between his busy job at the DPD and his semi-frequent meetings with Markus and the Jericrew as they continued to work on changing the Android laws.

Tonight was one such lonely night. You hadn’t seen much of Connor in over three weeks and the distance, no matter how unintentional, was starting to get to you. A few texts here and there, a stolen kiss or two when you were lucky enough to catch him before he sped off to work, not much more.

Missing someone sucked.

And now you lay sprawled out on the couch like a starfish, bored out of your mind but with very little energy or desire to do anything. You’d put on a cooking show, if the sounds of sizzling pans were anything to go by, and judging by the month and the darkness of the sky you guessed it was anywhere between 8 and 11PM before confirming with the clock, which glowed 10:25 in bright blue light; too late to try to push yourself into doing something but still too early to go to bed. So you continued to stare mindlessly at the tv, wondering when you’d get to properly spend time with Connor again.

It was maybe an hour later and you were starting to doze off when the universe finally seemed to take pity on you. The door opened and in your half-asleep daze you spotted Connor walking in, an excited, buzzing air about him. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you sit up and smile at him as he walks over to join you on the couch, leaning in to press a swift little kiss against your lips.

“Good evening my love, did I wake you?”

“No, no,” you assure him, “I was just starting to nod off before you got home. But what’s up, you seem excited about something.”

He nods with a pleased smile, rich brown eyes practically sparkling with pride as he begins to tell you about the case he and Hank had finally solved. You always loved how expressive Connor was, beautiful features shifting to convey so many emotions. Transfixed by the sea of mocha, you itch to touch him, to trace your fingertips across the slight smattering of freckles across his face, like a game of connect the dots, but much more satisfying.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?” you respond distractedly, blinking as you shake yourself out of your stupor. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

“You seem… distracted. Are you alright, love?” Connor looks you over and you can tell by the momentary yellow flickers of his LED that he’s currently scanning your vitals. But you’re fine, more or less, the somewhat-crippling loneliness aside, and you try to convince him as such, with a playful boop of your finger against his nose.

“I’m fine, my sweet, just a bit tired is all.” It’s not a lie; you’d managed to mess up your sleep schedule a bit consistently trying to wait up for him, to no avail.

Connor tilts his head, processing. “No,” he refutes, leaning closer to cup your cheek in his hand. The sudden touch sparks a little jolt through your body and you’re hit with a wave of emotion. You wring your hands in your lap ever so slightly, slowly, hoping he doesn’t notice the movement, but it doesn’t matter, you’ve already giving yourself away.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

You shake your head, trying hard not to cling, no matter how desperate you are to touch him, to curl into him, to lace your fingers through his and bury yourself in the shelter of his sturdy frame. He’s never given you a reason to believe you could push him away, but you just can’t help but worry that someday you inevitably will. That was always the case with anyone who got too close to you, who became too important. Either you weren’t enough and they’d get bored of you or you were too much and they’d drift away. Neither hurt more or less, they simply… hurt. 

“Really, I’m fine, just a bit sleepy.”

“Y/N,” he repeats, his tone much more firm, serious.

You’re tired. You’d barely seen him in three or four weeks and you wanted nothing more than his touch, an anchor to ground you and remind you that he is here by choice, that he wants to be here and that he loves you. Defeated, you answer, voice smaller than you intended. “I missed you.”

“What do you mean?”

“...I missed you,” you repeat, unable to say much more, your gaze darting away. You hope he can understand because, honestly, you’re not really sure how to explain what you’re feeling.

Despite your lack of explanation, he seems to understand, or at least he understands enough, because he edges closer, placing his hands over yours to pull them out of your lap. “Y/N, I’m here. Hank and I just solved a big case. I could request a few days off so we could-”

“No,” you interrupt, tugging your hands back, “no, don’t do that. You love your work, I couldn’t ask you to take time off for me. You’re here now, that’s enough.”

“Is it?” he asks, tilting your head back up to face him. “We’ve barely seen each other in twenty-three days. I’ve missed you too.”

“You did?”

“Of course.” His hands find yours again as he leans in to kiss you, slowly this time. Finally, you get to savor him once again. Despite yourself, you clutch his hands tightly, not letting go until he deepens the kiss, and then you only let go to wrap your arms around his back, pulling him against you with a needy whimper.

Connor breaks the kiss, voice gentle, concerned. “Y/N?”

“I’m… Sorry, I just… Would you hold me, Connor? …Please?” You hate yourself for sounding so weak, so desperate, but Connor doesn’t hesitate in sliding you over into his lap, arms locking securely around your waist and back.

“Thank you,” you whisper into his shoulder before burying your face in his neck. The two of you remain there for some time, until you’ve relaxed, until you feel the moisture on your cheeks that spreads to his neck, which makes you both realize you’re crying and you both edge slightly apart to wipe the tears away. You almost laugh at the synchronized gesture, heart fluttering as he beats you to it, thumbs wiping your cheeks and the corners of your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter, a habit.

“Why are you apologizing?”

“Because… I don’t know.”

“You haven’t done anything that you need to apologize for.”

Somewhere, in the logical part of your brain, you know he’s right. You just can’t help it. Here you are with your illogical mess of human emotions and still, he stays. Still, he loves you.

Sighing, you say nothing and take one of his hands, holding it between both of your own. Your fingers sweep over the synthetic skin, trying to memorize it. His free hand settles against your lower back as he watches you quietly, not wanting to interrupt whatever this is that you seem to need.

“...Connor?”

“Yes?”

“May I-... I want to… Your hand. Would you please… pull your skin back?”

Connor hesitates, only for a moment, but he grants your request, the skin of his hand shifting away to reveal the pristine plastic underneath. Once more, you run your fingers over his hand, perfectly smooth to the touch, save for the lines at the joints that provided the androids with fully-functional mobility. You marvel at it for a while, not just his hand, but everything about this moment, the closeness of your bodies, the wonderful sound of his voice as he asks you anew if you’re okay. You aren’t sure. You decide to answer by pressing a kiss to his palm before looking back at him.

There’s a warmth in your chest that had been missing the past few weeks, and you press your forehead to his, eyes sliding shut as you stay in his lap, fingers sweeping across his hand, over and over, and over.

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Tom is a nurse and the reader who he knows not for so long but long enough to be already having for her ends up suffering a car accident and when she gets in the hospital and he's the one helping the doctors in that case, he gets shocked seeing her all covered in blood, crying and panicking and even him being kinda scared, he simply tries to help her to calm down while they take care of her ? And can she be 20 and might be 4'11 ? I'm actually about to turn 20 and I'm 4'11 lol i'm a smurf 😂💜

I love that some of the top AUs around my account is rich kid and nurse haha. 

There’s some more blood and medical stuff below so don’t read if you’re squeamish.

Tom had heard of the accident on the highway. Something about around ten cars. Cluttered up all the lanes. He’d seen a few of the victims. A thirty two year old man and his twelve year old son, a few minor scrapes on the man and a gash on the kid’s forehead that needed a few stitches. The next was a mom with her four year old girls who wailed in pain at the few scrapes they had. Some of the others were worse off. A man had come in with deep trauma and had died on the operating table. He left behind a nineteen year old son and a wife. A woman had come in with head trauma and they’d stabilized her but she was in a coma. 

As the night progressed, more and more victims were coming in, some from the wreck, some not. But nothing prepared him for one of his best friends coming into the emergency room. He had to double check the sheet on the clipboard for a moment to make sure it was her. 

Female. 20. 4′11. 150 lbs. Car Accident Victim. 10:11PM

It didn’t have a name but he could see in her eyes it was her. Pieces of metal were lodged in different parts of her body and he could see blood leaking from the wounds.

“Tom-”

“I’ve got you darling. You’re gonna be alright.” He muttered, taking hold of her cold hand. She should have never been out. She should have been at home in bed. She shouldn’t have been on the highway. She whimpered in pain, her head immobile as the neck brace around her neck held her in place. 

“Holland, I need an anesthetic. We have to rush her to the OR.” Tom nodded, hurrying to find the items needed. He heard her cry his name a few times, sobs thrown into the mix. Rushing back, he ran his hand down her arm,

“Its alright love, m’right here.”

“He can’t be in here.” Another nurse muttered. 

“I’m not leaving her.” He spoke up, finding the older nurse’s eyes,

“She’s calm while I’m here. If you want me to leave, good luck controlling her thrashing. She’ll panic and put herself in shock. Try and kick me out.” Gently coaxing her through it, she cried while he pulled the needle free of its wrapper,

“I’m right here love, calm down. You’re okay.” He cooed, his own heart pounding and a lump rising in his throat. Connecting the needle to the syringe, she cried his name a few times as they rushed her towards an operating room,

“You’re gonna be alright, we’re gonna make you all better okay?” She whined loudly when he pushed the needle beneath her skin and injected the anesthetic into her vein. He obeyed the head doctors swarming him, helping them sterilize themselves and himself before she quieted and fell asleep, his heart pounding as he listened to the doctors around him direct him around the room, attempting to remove the metal and sew up her wounds. 

His shift ended at eleven. Tom should have gone home. He should’ve been going home and showering and rolling into bed. But he stayed at the hospital. He sat beside Y/N’s bed when they stabilized her, sewing up the gashes littering her legs and sides and arms. He sat in the dark, staring at the woman he’d met almost two years ago, who he’d practically fallen in love with who was connected to a heart monitor and had bruises and cuts littering her face. 

She easily could have been the man that died on the operating table. She was close enough to the woman in the coma. 

But she wasn’t.

Tom and the doctors he’d worked with were good enough to save her. To stabilize her. To give her another year, month, week, day. Until the next accident Tom knew was inevitable. 

But she was here now.

Tom used the shower in Y/N’s room for the next two days, the head doctor telling him to take the days off. He was grateful and some of the staff even brought him some clothes and food on their breaks. Every one of them told him they couldn’t imagine what he was going through. 

But two days later, she woke with a groan, Tom standing faster than he ever thought possible. He leaned against the bed, stroking her hair from her eyes as they fluttered,

“Hey baby. Hi.” He cooed when she finally opened her beautiful eyes. She blinked a few more times.

“What happened?” She croaked out. Tom smiled down at her,

“You were part of a big accident. They brought you in and we did surgery and got you all fixed up. You’ve got some stitches and stuff but you’re okay.” She stared up at him before closing her eyes again,

“H-how bad is it? How bad am I?” Tom drew the blanket covering her back and showed her legs, counting the stitches,

“You’ve got about seven little stitched places on your legs. There’s a gash in your side and some on your arm but… the doctor that helped you did amazing and they’re all gonna heal nicely.” She reached out, placing her hand over his,

“I’m sorry I scared you.” Her voice cracked and Tom leaned in, kissing her forehead,

“You’re okay darling. I deal with this stuff every day and you were scared. Its alright. Don’t apologize to me for being in pain and being scared.” Running his thumb over her knuckles, he cocked his head, watching her. She nodded,

“Okay, yeah.” He sighed,

“But you owe me a date now.” When her eyes cut to him, a wide smile broke out across his lips, 

“While I’m in the hospital, you’re gonna ask me?” Tom chuckled,

“There’s no better time than now. I almost lost you and I don’t wanna do it again.” She nodded, giving his hand a shaky squeeze,

“I know, I know. Yes… when you can get time off to take me out, we will.” Tom chuckled again, 

“The hospital food is pretty good here. You’d like our buffalo chicken panini and Jell-O. Oh… the chocolate chip cookies are good.” She tsked,

“So you’re gonna try and have our first date in a hospital?” Pulling his chair closer to the side of the bed, Tom laughed again,

“I’ll take it however I can get it. You’ll be here for a few days.” Y/N smiled, nodding,

“Fine. You can get me some of your hospital food… nurse Holland. As a thank you for saving my life.” Tom smiled, bowing his head,

“It was a team… but… yes… I was involved. And I love you. Don’t scare me like that again.” Y/N chuckled, kissing his hand as she drug it up to her lips,

“I promise.” 

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