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weasleymalfoypotter · 3 years

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i hate you (but not really) pt4

draco malfoy x fem!syltherin! potter reader

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

summary: draco malfoy and harry potters twin sister have hated each other since they met. but in 5th year he comes to find that maybe he doesn’t hate her and the reasons he did end up be the things he loves

word count: 2k

warnings: fluff, a little angst, cussing

A/N: i am honestly really proud of this chapter and i’m really excited for the next two. i think there are only gonna be six parts but i really hope you enjoy this one. please like and comment suggestions or criticism and feel free to reblog!! also i have a lot of stuff coming out soon so stay updated and i’ll be posting a master list once i post more fics

it’s safe to say that i am in love with draco malfoy. these last few months have been ethereal. we took our time in getting to know every detail about each other, although it wasn’t necessarily by choice. it was a lot more difficult than we thought it would be to spend time together like a normal couple would do while hiding the relationship from everyone we knew and even those we didn’t. we decided very early on that it would be best to keep it a secret for now. if his family found out about us it wouldn’t end well for him and if my brother and godfather found out... it would end very early for him. it was actually fun keeping it a secret, always sneaking around the castle, learning everyone’s routines to keep away from prying eyes, and hiding away from other prefects and filch. we abused our prefect positions to help with the whole secret relationship which is exactly what we aren’t supposed to do as prefects but it’s justified in my mind.

we’ve been together in secret for 6 months now and i think we’re both tired of not being able to sit next to each other in the great hall, walk and in hand to classes, kiss when everyone was watching, and simply go to hogsmeade together like a normal freaking couple.

we went to my dorm room after dinner on thursday night and made sure no one saw him come in. i didn’t have any roommates , thank merlin, so we didn’t have to worry about that. we cuddle up next to each other just talking about anything and everything until he moved from underneath me to sit up, criss crossed, in the middle of my bed and spoke

“i think it’s time” he was being serious and goofy at the same time which was just adorable but i was stubborn and wouldn’t tell him that. i raised my eyebrows at his statement and questioned him.

“what are you talking about?” i tilted my head to the side, voice calm and unwavering. i knew what he was talking about but i was terrified. i also knew he would be right.

“i’m talking about us, about telling people, if it gets back to my parents i’ll just tell them it’s a silly rumor. the only thing we have to do is tell your brother” his voice trailed off at the end of his statement. telling harry was the terrifying part

“i want to tell people, i really do, but harry is going to be so unbelievably upset, you have no idea. not only have i been lying to him for the past 6 months, i’m also in love with his arch nemesis who he’s hated for the past 5 years. it’s not going to go well” i was talking animatedly with my hands.

“i know but we have to get it over with sooner or later, and it’ll only be worse if it’s later” he’s right. and i hate it. i sighed and laid back on my bed and pulled me next to him. “i know you don’t want to but it really won’t be that bad”

“what were the last words my brother said to you?” he chuckled but didn’t say anything and i knew it’s because it would prove my point. “exactly. he’s going to hate me” he was tracing circles on my arm and he kissed the top of my head

“he’s not going to hate you, trust me, i used to and we saw how well that ended” we both laughed, he always made me laugh when i needed it.

“i would say it ended rather nicely” i said with a smile tilting my face to look at his. he was smiling and i loved it. i took in his features and tried to suppress this moment to memory, trying to take a mental picture of him because he was just perfect. he looked down at me laying on his chest, looking at him with my e/c eyes and i just melted.

“it ended better than nicely in my opinion” he was smiling and it was beautiful. he leaned his head down to kiss me and the only words to describe this moment and every other i’d spent with him was perfect.

here it goes. time to tell harry. or not. let’s not. dammit i cant, i promised draco i would do it. harry would usually keep me updated on their common room password so i could hang out with them or study away from the slytherins so i made my way to the portrait hole. i said the password and walked in. sure enough harry, hermione, and ron were at a couch, hermione doing homework while harry and ron talked. upon hearing someone come in they lifted their heads and smiled when they saw me.

“y/n! hey i’ve barely seen you all day where have you been?” harry asked. he hadn’t seen me all day because i was so nervous about telling him that i avoided him like the plague.

“oh you know, classes and prefect stuff has been keeping me really busy lately” i nodded fondling with my hands awkwardly

“tell me about it, i’ve been studying nonstop and i think i might fall over at any given moment.” hermione was exhausted and you could hear it in the way she spoke while she scribbled with her quill.

“you alright y/n? you look flustered” ron showed concern on his face and he was right, i am very flustered, but he gave me a segue.

“listen i actually need to tell you three something” this caught their attention and hermione put her quill down as they lifted their heads up

“what’s up?” harry asked

“okay so you have to promise me to be calm...at least at first, and don’t get mad right away because i’ll explain everything” they all looked so worried but i knew they weren’t expecting what i was going to say.

“y/n what’s going on?” harry questioned.

“promise me. all three of you. you have to promise”

“okay we promise” hermione stated and the boys nodded in agreement. i let out a breath and decided to get it over with

“so... i um..” i sighed “i’m dating someone” their faces lit up at this, harry looked excited but concerned at the same time

“who is it?! why didn’t you tell us you liked someone? when did this happened?” ron questioned before anyone else could get a word out. he was happy for me, you could hear it in his voice, and it warmed my heart but in a few seconds he wouldn’t be so warm.

“okay this is the part where you can’t get mad” they nodded, and harry just wanted to know who was dating his sister. “umm, i- uh... okay. it’s draco malfoy” i said the last part quickly and i bit my bottom lip ready for the world to fall apart. hermione’s eyebrows furrowed and her mouth dropped. ron’s eyes were wide and he was blinking as he started daggers into me with his mouth agape, and harry didn’t skip a beat.

“what the hell do you mean ‘it’s draco malfoy’!” he stood as he spoke and he was trying so hard not to completely yell but he was so confused and on the verge of pure rage.

“i mean that i’m dating draco malfoy” i stated simply. he blinked and the other two stayed silent to let him react.

“NO YOURE NOT!!”

“yes i am, now if you let me explain-“

“THERES NOTHING TO EXPLAIN Y/N!” i looked at him with pleading eyes and he took a deep breath. “okay okay there has to be some rationality to this so explain what the hell is going on. explain to me why you’re ‘dating’ the most foul, evil, and terrible person we know. explain to me how you could do this. explain to me how this is supposed to be okay” he said angrily and quite loudly. i took a deep breath and looked away before meeting his eyes again

“he isn’t foul and evil and terrible actually” i stated calmly.

“HA!! right and voldemort didn’t kill our parents. how long has this been going on?” he was flinging his hands around as he talked. i looked at my feet “y/n... how long has this been going on?”

“six months.” i said quietly, but he heard me. his face dropped

“i’m sorry, what?” he blinked hard “you mean to tell me that you’ve been dating draco fucking malfoy behind my back for six months?! you’ve been lying to me for six months?”

“i didn’t know how to tell you. i knew you wouldn’t understand and we wanted to keep it a secret for a while” ron and hermione were listening intently to everything still in shock

“OF COURSE I WOULDNT FUCKING UNDERSTAND!!” he ran a hand through his hair and took another deep breath “y/n how, why would you ever be with him? how could you trust him? how could you trust anything he says? how could you excuse his behavior?” he had a point...but i had an answer. and one that he couldn’t dispute.

“i know he was horrible for the longest time but he never wanted to be. everything he did in the past was because of his father and he has hated himself for it his whole life, he’s wanted nothing more than to apologize. it’s not an excuse and he knows that, especially with everything he’s said to you” i looked at hermione “but that’s not him.” i spoke with a pleading tone trying to get them to understand that draco isn’t terrible and loathsome.

“and how can you believe all of that? how can you trust what he’s telling you?” i looked at all three of them before i answered

“because he took off his ring” their faces showed even more shock than when i initially told them that i was dating draco malfoy behind their backs for six months.

“he what?!” hermione asked.

“back in september he told me he liked me, i asked all the questions you did. i asked him how i could trust him, so he took off his ring. i saw draco for he really is and not what we all though him to be” i sighed while harry sat down took all of this in. knowing that draco was being honest and that he was actually kind is a shock for most at first. ron was still speechless

“i still just- i don’t know how to...process this” harry said after pulling his face out of his hands

“i know and i don’t expect you to understand and be totally excepting at first but once you get to know him for who he really is, you’ll understand.” ron finally spoke up next

“he really has left everyone alone all year, no bullying, pranks, nothing. i guess that makes sense now.”

“this is so weird” hermione said “i honestly can’t imagine him any other way than how we’ve known him”

“he’s actually the biggest dork ever. he’s sweet, and funny, and...just wonderful” i said. now that everything settled down i felt better. their responses were different because there was no lying when i was in someone’s mindscape. they had to believe what i said i saw in his head. i sat down next to harry and he spoke

“don’t go expecting us to be buddies anytime soon, but if you really say that all of this is true and he really is a good person underneath his... facade, i’ll trust you” i hugged him and hermione and ron joined in

“i love you guys” i said and a chorus of i love you too’s surrounded me. this went better than i expected and i knew draco would be happy that tomorrow we could walk into the great hall hand in and hand for the first time.

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theonewiththefanfics · 5 years

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I’ll Never Let You Go (Part 1)

Synopsys: It’s finally time for the Reader to meet Tom’s parents, but things sometimes don’t work like people hope they would. And sometimes the only answer is heartbreak.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Genre: angst ma dudes, so much angst

Warnings: legit cannot think of a single one... I’m a horrible human being???

Word count: 2099

Part 2

Y/N washed her hands, eyes looking at her own reflection of the bathroom mirror. It had gone well. Better than she had expected. Nikki and Dom seemed to accept her right away and since she’d already met Tom’s brothers beforehand, they got along incredibly well. Drying her palms, she quickly retouched her hair and exited the toilet, turning the light off as she went towards the kitchen to help Nikki clean the table off, but soft chatter took her attention away. “I don’t understand what you mean,” it was Tom, confusion clear in his tone “She just doesn’t seem the right fit,” his mom in a low but soothing voice explained. “Your life is hectic, darling. As is hers, but Y/N… just doesn’t seem like she can handle your lifestyle. The paparazzi, the attention…” “Mom, how can you say that?” Dominic interjected before he could become more frustrated. “We just want what is best for you, son. She just… she is nice, without a doubt. She’s a sweet girl. But we just think she’s not right for you." Y/N had had enough, grabbing her purse from the mantelpiece in the corridor and her coat from the coatrack, she stormed out of the house not even saying goodbye to Harry, who was just walking downstairs, the shock on his face evidence he had heard his parent’s conversation as well. Tom’s head whipped around when he heard the slam of the doors. “Harry, what was that?” he asked his younger brother who walked in the kitchen with an unreadable expression on his face. To Tom, it seemed like a mix of anger, disappointment and disgust. “That was Y/N.”

It was all it took for the Brit to rush out, panic settling in his stomach because the only reason she’d leave like this would be if she had heard what her parents had said. Desperately he looked up and down the street, hoping to see her walking one way or another, but luck wasn’t on his side as she must have caught a cab. Tom ran a hand through his hair and quickly sped back inside his house, not caring about the protests and apologies of his parents. The boy simply grabbed his wallet and stormed outside. Extending an arm, he hailed a taxi right as it started to rain, hoping and praying that he’d arrive at the station on time. The only place she’d go was her university dorm and that was a two-hour ride with the train. But even then, if he needed to, he’d hop on the next one. Meanwhile, Y/N jumped out of the car and onto the pouring streets and rushed up the steps of Waterloo station. Her body trembled as she suppressed the tears trying to escape, heart, aching at what had happened. She quickly inserted her credit card in the first free ticket machine and bought herself a one way to Uni. A single drop splattered onto the white and orange piece of paper, which she wiped away before returning her gaze to the big tabloids up above. Y/N didn’t have much time and as she made her way towards the platform a female voice rang through saying that the train would leave in five minutes. Y/N felt her phone ringing nonstop inside her pocket, but she also knew who was calling her, so she just let it go through. She settled into an empty seat, and luckily no one sat beside the heartbroken girl. The whole train ride back to Uni she had her hood up, eyes looking out the window watching as the English countryside blurred in an indistinguishable pattern. The skies had decided to release everything they had in them, as Y/N stepped onto the platform and was immediately drenched. But she didn’t even feel the cold of the water. Her heart was numb enough and so was her body. They hated her. Tom’s parents, the man she had thought she’d be able to make a life with and grow old together, they hated her. Simply because she was a student and not someone who spent their time in the limelight. A bitter scoff escaped her throat when she thought of it. How cruel of fate to put two pieces of a puzzle together, only to rip them apart, for the picture did not seem quite right. Her finger stretched for the buzzer and after some fumbling and yelps from the inside, the flat’s door sprung open. Lucy, her roommate and one of her best friends, stood there in her Harry Potter pyjamas, hair in complete disarray. She was just about to unload a bunch of questions on Y/N when smile vanished from her lips. “What happened?” It was that simple question when Y/N finally broke. The girl fell into the other woman’s arms and sobbed. “They hate me,” her words were barely a ragged whisper. “They absolutely hate me.” And that was it. Y/N said nothing more and nothing less. She simply allowed Lucy to lead her inside the apartment and her room. She left her door in a crack and undressed, letting the tears flow down in an endless stream. Y/N pulled out one of Tom’s shirts from her wardrobe but couldn’t tell herself to pull it on. It was instinctual to wear his hoodies, trainers and T-shirts, to have his smell wrap around her, for it to be the thing that lulled her to sleep on the nights he was not beside her. But now, it only reminded the girl of what she lost. Or was about to lose. It seemed like it was centuries later when someone addressed the girl. “Y/N,” Lucy’s voice was wary, as she opened the door to her room. “There is someone here to see you.” The Y/H/C haired beauty’s stomach dropped. She knew who it was. There was only one option. As her Y/E/C eyes flitted up she saw Tom standing in the doorway, his eyes red and puffy, a desperate look on his face. “Love,” the nickname was a choked back sob when he saw what state Y/N was in. “Please.” He didn’t even know what he was begging for, his mind in shambles and complete disarray, simply hoping she understood. A sniffle was his answer. “What are you doing here?” She stood up from her bed and instantly Tom’s noticed how her usually tall stance was slumped over like she was trying to curl into herself and become smaller. It took him a millisecond to wrap Y/N in his arms there in the middle of her bedroom. It was a relief in itself- to feel her body pressed against his, like so many other times. And when her arms wove around his middle, his whole frame shuddered with a sigh of reprieve. “Darling, they feel horrible, absolutely disgusted with themselves. They didn’t mean anything o-“ but Y/N stopped him mid-sentence. “No, they feel terrible because I heard what they said, what they actually thought of us together.” “Y/N, please,” the tears didn’t stop. “Tom…” she gulped, swallowing down the bile threatening to rise in her throat before she said the words she had never wished, nor expected to. “I think we need to take a break.” He forcefully shook his head, grip around her body tightening. “No.” “Love, it’s what’s gonna be for the best. Your parents are right.” “No, they, don’t know anything. I love you,” in a hopeless attempt to save what could be saved, he kissed her with all the passion in his body. And she responded with the same amount of emotion, but somehow this felt more like goodbye. “Tommy…” Y/N whispered, arms still locked around his neck. “Please.” His heart hurt more than it ever had. “How long?” The girl knew what he meant. “A permanent one.” “No, no, no, no, no!” “Tommy…” “No,” and then he full on sobbed. Head hidden in the crook of her neck, his whole body trembled in the girl’s embrace as she tried to soothe him by running her arms up and down his back. Y/N’s own nose was buried in that brown mop of curls atop his head, as she led them both to her bed and laid down, tears splattering onto her pillow. “It’s for the best,” she whispered, even her non-existing voice cracking. “How can it be, when I’m losing all of the light that was in my life?” Y/N’s already broken heart shattered in millions of little pieces and she knew, that picking all of them up would be impossible. “You have to look at this as an investment in the future. Later in your life, you’ll thank me for doing this.” Tom’s only answer was a vigorous shake of the head as he clung onto the girl harder, almost definitely leaving bruises, and tears flowing anew. His whole body vibrated in Y/N’s arms as they laid together and stayed entwined like that. Soon enough Tom was pulled into a deep sleep, exhausted from all of the heartbreak, but Y/N couldn’t relax, so she did the only thing she could- she called Harrison. “Where is he? Everyone’s worried sick.” “He’s with me,” Y/N’s voice was thick with sorrow. “Can you please come and get him?” “Yeah, yeah, of course,” she could hear the hesitation in Harrison’s tone but then he asked it. “What happened?” For a second, Y/N stared off into space, brain trying to collect all the thoughts while simultaneously attempting to now break down once more. “He’ll, umm, he’ll tell you everything. Just, please come and get him.” “Okay… I’ll be there in a couple of hours.” “Thank you,” Y/N got the response out before she took in a shaky breath. “Thank you.” She spent an hour and a half like that- Tom’s snoring form resting on top of hers, Y/N’s fingers gently cradling through his curly brown hair as he rested, with both arms tightly wrapped around her middle. Like he was scared that she was some kind of a dream, a mirage that would disappear once he came closer. Y/N saw Lucy walk past by her room, her door being cracked open and the other girl had a sorrow-filled smile on her face. Her ears perked up when she heard two voices conversing. A male and a female. Harrison had arrived. It would be a lie if Y/N said she hadn’t wished for the traffic to be horrible if she didn’t want Harrison to take four more hours to arrive, but the fantasy she was in had to end at some point. With a heavy heart, she removed one of the hands from Tom's back and gently shook his shoulder. “You gotta wake up, darling, Harrison’s here to pick you up.” Y/N heard a deep rumble and felt his grip tighten. “Tom, please. Don’t make this harder than it already is… we both know this has to happen.” Those words did not help one bit as the boy started to cry once more. “But it doesn’t. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. I love you and you love me. That's the only thing that's supposed to mean anything.” His head lifted up from where it had rested on Y/N’s chest and she couldn’t help the soft quirk of her lips. He always looked so cute right after waking up. And even with reddened cheeks, he was still the most beautiful man she’d ever met. Had ever had the honour of calling hers, even if only for a little while. “All dreams must come to an end, Tommy,” she gently cradled his cheek. “And there is no one else who wished more, that they could live in this castle of clouds we’ve created, but when the wind blows, they have to disappear. It’s just how life is.” Y/N leaned up and with her, so did Tom. Reluctantly, she untangled herself from the strong arms she had grown so used to having woven around her and stood up. “Come,” Y/N extended her palm. The weight of his rugged hand in hers was the rightest thing in the world. But already it felt foreign. Almost dirty, like it was a sin to be even touching him. “I won’t let this be the end,” Tom announced an unmistakable sense of determination apparent in what he said as he exited the dorm. “Tommy,” new tears sprung to Y/N’s eyes at the love of her life’s words. “I won’t,” and with a last kiss to Y/N’s lips, Tom followed Harrison to his car. This was not the end. He’d make sure of it.

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A/N: my first Tom fic! Yayyy! I’m open to do more as well as Spidey, but for Peter Parker, there will be NO SMUT. In the movies he’s, what, 15? I ain’t comfortable writing that. Sorry, not sorry. I myself am 20 now, so it feels weird to be even thinking about that. Tom I’m sorta okay with, he’s an adult, so yeah :D Tell me what you think :)

PART 2?????

Also, ok, I just need to rant- I’m so fucking riled up about my little cousin’s teacher. They have to do this thing at school where you read a book and then talk about it (basic shit) and I met him on the bus today and he suddenly tells me that his grade got lowered because there is a movie based on the book (Catching Fire to be exact). How fucking dare the teacher! How incompetent and unfair of her to do so, simply because she doesn’t know the difference the movie has and the book has. Also, there is a thing called google where you can easily find the differences between the two mediums as I’m sure some fans have made dozens of lists where we bitch about the stuff that was left out. I know this is unrelated, but it just pisses me off when the people who are responsible for shaping our future are so unfair to them because of some shit they themselves don’t know. I’m just so fucking mad!!! UUUUUUGGGGHHHHH!

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restlessmaknae · 6 years

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Never again

As a part of my Birthday Prompt Party, Never again is dedicated to the lovely @peachdaydream who has requested #72 “will you stop flirting with me you just got seriously injured and i’m the EMT trying to tend to your wounds in the ambulance, i don’t give a fuck that i look cute when i’m concerned, you’re lucky you’re not dead you dipshit” with an underground street racer Day6 member. 😉 I hope you like it, dear! 💖

Words: 2063

Genre: fluff, comedy, slice of life

Pairing: underground street racer!Young K x EMT!reader

Warning: super flirty Young K (hinting at adult stuff 😀)

You wanted to go home as soon as possible Your shift was supposed end at 8 pm but the clock was already getting closer to 9. That kid who fell from the tree was enough for you to call it a day but the guy with the most seducing grin ever had to ruin the rest of your night as well.

You should have been lying on your couch, watching yet another cringeworthy Korean drama and munching on some left-overs but here you were patching up a guy who looked like he had just been ran over by a truck.

Truth to be told, your assumption wasn’t even far from the truth.

“I think I’m in heaven because an EMT like you can’t be real.” The guy boasted the sexiest grin ever, making you regret your life choices.

When it came to super flirty patients, you couldn’t help but wonder why you ever dreamt of becoming an EMT. Your job was simply to tend the patients’ wounds in the ambulance while they were hurried to the hospital, not to be their flirt for the day.

Of course, the fact that the gorgeous stranger was asked to lie down on the stretcher and avoid moving until you made sure he was okay didn’t help either. He took advantage of his special position and let his eyes wander when you had to tower over him to reach his bruises.

“I am very real and your wounds are very real too. So excuse me, I’m trying to treat them before they get infectious.” You glared at him not so affectionately but your patience was wearing thin. He was babbling non-stop from the moment he was put into the ambulance, small wonder why you were already fed up with him.

“You know, you are cute when you are concerned.” He complimented freely and even though you wanted to play all cold and heartless, you felt a blush creeping its way onto your face. You were horrible at receiving compliments, especially from someone who was as handsome as this stranger.

On the other hand, you couldn’t let him tease you about the obvious blush on your face, so you quickly decided to turn the tables and confront him with your questions.

“I don’t care that I look cute. My job is to take care of you, so you won’t die until you get to the hospital.” You explained without trying to avert his gaze but it was so difficult when you had to clean the bruises on his face. On his handsome face and soft skin.

“So instead of flirting with me, you would actually help if you told us what happened to you.” You suggested with a somewhat forced smile but you were already trying your best to contain your frustration.

It was getting late, you’ve been working for 10 hours straight and you were hungry, weary and sweaty. You wanted nothing else than to go home, have a relaxing bath, eat a delicious dinner and head straight to bed. Instead, you had to tend a crazy womanizer’s wounds who couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, sweetheart.” He winked at you playfully but immediately winced when the pain got to him. It looked like someone had thrown him a punch because his eyes were swollen and they were of a peculiar combination of purple and blue.

You rolled your eyes at the nickname while Jae − the blabbermouth paramedic − and Dowoon − the young and childish stretcher-bearer – who were in the ambulance with you both laughed at the situation you were in.

“Believe me buddy, I’ve heard the exact same line a million times but it never worked.”

“You just friendzoned me?” He exclaimed with a hurtful edge to his tone. You almost sealed his lips with the plaster in your hand because you were so startled by the sudden change in his behaviour. Plus, you wanted him to stop talking for real.

“We weren’t getting anywhere, so I couldn’t possible friendzone you.” You corrected him without giving it much thought. Obviously, you didn’t want to do anything with this guy, except getting rid of him as soon as possible.

“I was definitely getting somewhere, you merely didn’t notice my intentions.” He blurted out with a captivating grin.

You seriously wanted to strangle him. Not only because his pick-up lines were getting on your nerves but also because you were so affected by his beauty, you were surprised at how fast your heart was beating. You felt like a teenage girl fangirling over her favourite band yet you couldn’t let him see this side of yours.

“I did notice your intentions but decided to ignore them.” You made sure to sound as serious as possible as you cleaned another one of his wounds and put some antiseptic on it. He let out a grunt in return but at least he stopped talking for a few seconds.

You saw from the corner of your eyes as Jae and Dowoon were getting ready for the guy’s response, leaning closer, so that they could hear your bickering better. You felt the need to hiss at them. They always wanted to pry into stuff, especially your non-existent love life. Whenever a male patient was flirting with you, they couldn’t help but act like supportive fanboys. You wouldn’t be surprised if they gave your number to the handsome stranger because they wanted to set you two up after today’s incident.

“Ouch, that hurt more than the antiseptic you put on my face.”

“God, I love this dude!” Jae announced joyfully, clapping his hands like he was watching a scene from a comedy.

“It’s getting excited now.” Dowoon joined in, laughing at both his friend’s reaction and at the pouting of the patient.

The manly, oh so masculine and charming stranger switched to using his puppy eyes instead of his exotic charisma but it didn’t work on you. You weren’t that type of girl.

“If you are not used to smart girls turning you down who know that you only look for possible one-night stands with your cheesy pick-up lines, I’m actually glad it hurts a lot. You need to learn some good manners.” You grumbled, your words taking by surprise everyone who was in the car.

“Ouch!” Jae clicked his tongue as he put a hand over his heart like he was the one who was hurt.

On the other hand, the stranger seemed amused by the way you acted. He boasted a cheeky smile and searched for your eyes.

“I’m not looking for one-night stands but I can tell you that I have good manners in bed.” He admitted proudly without playing around.

Even though you should have been prepared for such a counter-attack, you weren’t ready for his sass.

“Oh my gosh, I didn’t see that coming!” Dowoon yelped in bewilderment. Jae made an attempt to cover the younger one’s ears, stating that he was still not ready to hear such things.

“I may be an intern but I’m already an adult. Thank you so much for your concern, hyung! I bet I had more girlfriends than you anyway.” The stretch-bearer sulked like a little child. Jae shook his head and raffled his hair affectionately, the teasing grin never leaving his face.

“That doesn’t mean you had more experience in bed.” Jae reasoned with a smug smirk. Dowoon’s jaw dropped and he looked so sad that you wanted to hug him and pat his head, repeating that it will get better (despite how he had acted before).

“Okay, I think we should drop this topic as soon as possible!” You clapped your hands in order to gain their attention.

You were usually a patient person but you were on the verge of kicking and screaming because this was just too much for the day. You were always more cranky and irritable when you had to work overtime but when you had to work overtime with idiots (sorry, not sorry), it was even worse. Not to mention a patient who was flirting with you nonstop and couldn’t stop talking.

“Just tell me what happened!” You commanded not so gently, letting your hands drop by your side. “We’ll never see each other again anyway.” You shrugged nonchalantly, already sending a dead glare at your two co-workers, so they wouldn’t start protesting.

A moment of silence filled the air. The dude on the stretcher was waiting a bit before he started talking again.

“Do you guys know Young K?” The handsome stranger asked with a curious raise of his eyebrows. You snorted in annoyance. What? Was he an idol or something? Thanks to your long working hours, you weren’t up-to-date with celebrities, small wonder why Young K didn’t ring a bell.

“Of course not! How could I know him?” You shrieked the exact same time Dowoon and Jae started screaming like teenage fangirls before their favourite band’s concert.

You furrowed your eyebrows in question.

“Of course, dude! He’s said to be the new prodigy of underground street racing!” Jae flung his arms in the air like it was the most obvious thing in the world. You didn’t even want to question why he was so into underground street racing. He was an eccentric person and you didn’t know him so well, so you shouldn’t have been so surprised that he was up-to-date with such things.

You, on the other hand, could barely catch up with your favourite Korean dramas, let alone have time for anything else. Besides, you’ve seen enough blood, violence and tragedy while working, therefore you didn’t like reading the news or turning on the TV just to see the same during and after work.

“I’ve only seen him in videos but he was great, man!” Dowoon continued on fanboying about this so-called Young K, looking excited for the first time that day. You were obviously dumbfounded at their reaction. Neither of your co-workers acted like they usually did. It was odd. The whole situation was rather odd.

“Well then you can thank the gods because you can see him live. Because I’m Young K, guys!” The stranger announced with a smile that could melt hundreds of female hearts. Not yours anyway. You had an icy heart for guys like him, especially after being told that he was an underground street racer. Gosh, you hated guys with adrenaline-filled lives.

A moment of silence followed the dude’s statement. Then, Jae and Dowoon got all excited and started talking at the same time.

“Are you really Young K?”

“Oh my gosh, I’ve seen your drift last time! It was so cool!”

“I really respect you, man!”

“You are a living legend despite being only 23 years old!”

Young K – what kind of name was that? – only smiled hearing their compliments. It’s like he was already used to receiving positive feedback, he didn’t even care what people said to him. What a smug guy!

“So yeah…” He averted his eyes back to you while he let the fanboys calm down a bit. “You see, I love adventure. A car crashed into mine and it was really nothing serious but one of the spectators felt sorry for me and called the ambulance.” He pouted, making you roll your eyes at his antics. Did he really want to play the sulky little kid because someone was worried about him and called the ambulance?

“At least I could meet you this way.” Young K winked at you without caring about the pain the sudden movement caused.

“Argh, he’s starting it again!” You muttered under your breath but you were sure judged by the expression on his face that he could still hear you clearly.

Luckily, you arrived at the local hospital just in time, so you didn’t need to listen to him anymore. He was swiftly put into the building and you dropped a sigh in relief. Only after he was out of hearing range, did you let a profanity fly out of your mouth when you noticed a paper in your jacket’s pocket. It was a phone number.

You couldn’t help but snicker. Was he carrying around his phone number and putting it into girls’ jackets? What a guy! Seriously, he was just too much.

One thing was for sure, you didn’t want to see him. Never again.

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