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zackcrazyvalentine · 3 years

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Hi! Can I request all the dorm leaders confessing to their male crush who is their first male crush? Maybe some panicking about reader not accepting his feelings but he does?

I hope this is good… some bits are intense

may have gotten very carried away writing this... be ready for some angst

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OVERVIEW

Some boys get over the initial shock sooner than others

Others take a while to fully work out their internalized problems and doubts

Vil and Kalim are ones to settle with their feelings quickly (though Kalim does have one doubt cling to his mind)

Followed by Riddle and Leona, both had a realizations that made them snap out of their doubts

Malleus struggles more with understanding that what he’s feeling is love more than struggling with how he likes a guy

The two who struggle the most are Azul and Idia

Azul due to the past bullying he sustained, and how he feels he isn’t being honest to the boy he fancies because his personality isn’t exactly his true self, but one built to appear powerful and capable

Idia… Idia feels this is some sort of joke fate threw at him. His self hate and internalize prejudices make it hard for him to accept his feelings

🌹 Riddle Rosehearts 🥀

The moment Riddle realizes he looks forward to have this boy present in any future Unbirthday Parties, and how the dorm head tries to show off when tutoring him, is when it clicks

And he feels such an immense happiness, feeling like he’s floating on a cloud, while his face develops a bright red flush paired with a soft smile

But it crumbles when one thought haunts his mind: “What will mother think?”

There’s a mess in his mind and heart, and a heavy feeling in his chest that makes it hard to breath

“What mother thinks… what she would say…” Sudden unadulterated rage fills his body, “What mother has said and done until this day led me to Overblot, to almost lose my life…”

It’s between tears that he decides not to give a single care about what his parents think of his feelings. It’s his life, time to finally live it as he sees fit

What were those tears of, sadness or happiness? He knows not, but most probably it was a mix of both

Sadness for letting go years of strictly following his mother’s rules and fulfilling her expectations, and happiness to finally fight for what he wants

Still, Rosehears will make sure to eventually speak up to his mother about this and reach middle ground where both are happy (she’s still someone he respects and wants approval from)

You know this boy take to research in order to understand his emotions better, and learn ways to approach his crush

Understanding and considerate to the other boy’s feelings, will approach him when he thinks it’s appropriate

“[Name], I have something to confess. First off, I want to tell you that you’re a dear friend and I understand if you wish for some distance.” The redhead would take a deep breath before looking deep into his eyes, “[Name] [Surname]... I… I’m in love with you and… and I want to fight for our feelings, in case you feel the way I do.”

“Riddle..! That’s- I- Woah, you really-! I-It’s just..!” The boy babbled, brows furrowed at his own nerves.

“Ah! Uh… Don’t pressure yourself, I understand.” Rosehearts put on a strained smile, “If you need distance, I understand, as well.”

“No no, Riddle! What I mean is that-! I-...UGH! I LOVE YOU TOO, YOU LITTLE QUEEN!” The [hair color] blurted out, blushing furiously once he realized what he did.

Riddle himself blushed, too. “Oh? O-OH!” He snickered adorably, “So, uhm… How about you pass by Heartlabyul for a cup of tea? Maybe… we could schedule a date?”

🦁 Leona Kigscholar 💛

We all know Leona respects women and sees everyone for their potential, disregarding prejudice

At first, the beastman thought this was an amazing friendship. Both making each other surpass their previous accomplishments, become better

One day, when that huge dumb happy smile was directed at him, his breath hitched

“What the fuck?” (yup, this was definitely his first thought)

Leona isolated himself for a good while, and every night he would remember Fereena’s tales of how he fell in love with his wife. All those mushy feelings and tender words… it all made sense now, as much as it irritated him to admit

A single laugh tore through his throat. Man, what a life, huh?

But it’s exactly that what helped him say Fuck it and push through

They made him a second son, unworthy of the throne, even more so now that there was his brother’s brat as future heir

He was not about to let his family ruin this for him too

If there’s anything lions will always have is their pride, and Leona would proudly show his crush off to his whole dorm… in his own way

Everyone at Savanaclaw was surprised to see their dorm head share food with this one boy, even allowing him to disturb his sleep and crash with him whenever

Ruggie caught up rather quickly and got to investigate things behind Leona’s back

“Hey, Leona-san, why don’t you just come out and tell him?” “Huh?” “He doesn't understand your courting, go on and spit it out already.”

“Stop it.”

“W-What?” [Name] asked in confusion. He just wanted to share a tonkotsu sandwich with the lion. Seems like waking him up this time was a mistake, he had you pinned under his tall frame.

A growl rumbled through the 3rd year’s chest, “Stop… Looking so stupidly cute.”

[Color] eyes widened, “Huh? What do you-?” His inquiry was cut off by a pair of rough lips on his.

Leona smugly smiled down at the stunned boy, but the silence quickly made him roll off. “Shit… I’m sorry, just… go, leave me alone.”

“Leona”

“Leave”

“...Leona” He tried with a firmer voice this time.

With a roar, he tried to intimidate, “Just go already! I don’t want to-!” It was the beastman’s turn to be silenced by a kiss.

They looked at each other for a few seconds before [Name]’s face colored red.

Leona snorted, “Feisty little herbivore, I see… Not bad…”

It felt nice to feel his own heart beat rapidly after such a long time of feeling numb.

🐙 Azul Ashengrotto 💜

Oh, he knew the feeling well

He had it a couple times before when young, albeit more airy, not as serious. Still, the fear of rejection and mockery led him to forcefully remove the emotion from his repertoire

So, once he felt the tendrils of love grace his heart, Azul panicked

Completely isolated himself from everyone, pretty much. Piling as many mountains of work as he could onto himself so he had no real reason to leave his office or room.

“How will [Name] love someone as fake as me? As pathetic as me? As-” The flashback of his compliments in the underwater museum interrupted his train of thought. Tears fell down his cheeks as he coughed up ink from the stress.

Then he realized how much he missed spending time with his crush. How the buy would occasionally visit Mostro Lounge to share a drink and catch up… How those [color] eyes remained trained on his, how close he would sit to him, how the [ x ] year would accidently sip the mermen's drink--

Wait… “Does he like me back…?”

“AHAHAHA NO, OF COURSE NOT! YOU’RE OVERANALYZING THINGS, AZUL! ...unless 👉👈”

That’s when he slowly tries to interact with the object of his affections again

Man… MAN… THERE’S NOTHING AS AWKWARD AS THESE TWO

When one tries to act suave and flirty with the other, an accident happens

Be it spitting a drink on the other’s face… or ink

That, or it completely flies over their head (both their heads, the nerves are too much… I’m sure they could power the whole Isle of Sages with their anxiety)

Eventually…

“You’re leaving already? Aww, I wanna be shellfish and keep you to myself~” Azul sighed dramatically, playing his typical theatrics.

“Oh, worry not! For you octopi my thoughts all day, Azul~!” [Name] answered back.

Azul choked on his drink (while a pair of twins snickered some ways away at the awful flirty puns). “Wha-wha-wha-wha-! What?!” This was the first time flirting was return when either party started it.

“Ahaha… Well… Haven't you been flirting with me?” He looked at Octavinelle’s dorm head with a light blush and worry on his face. Maybe he was interpreting his comments incorrectly?

If Ashengrotto doesn’t take the leap here, he will lose the chance. “Have been… for a while now, yes. Ahem, thank you for noticing.”

“So… Does that mean we can-?” “Stop with the sea life puns, yes”

The boy pouted, “I mean...sure, but that wasn’t what I wanted to say.” (No, he was definitely going to say another pun). Regardless, he threw a soft smile at the octomer, “Can we go out some time? I enjoy your company a lot, Azul. Let me see all different sides of you, yes?”

☀️ Kalim Al-Asim 🦂

This is one thing he need no help with. Once he felt that distinct fluttering in his heart and how his whole body buzzed after his crush touched him, he knew

And he LAUGHED

Laughed the merriest laugh, danced around the entire room (or all of Scarabia, if they were at the dorm), and hugged everyone in his path (first victim being his crush, followed by poor Jamil)

I can see him blurt out his feelings right then and there

“Kalim, Kalim! What is wrong with you?” The [color] eyed boy snickered. Kalim could be so cute~

“[Name]!! Do you- Did you feel it too?! The sparks?! The butterflies?!” The white haired male held him by the shoulders, bringing him so close to his face.

“It feels...magical! Like I-! I-.! [Name] can I… c-can I… kiss you?” Round garnet eyes shone with intense happiness, the [ x ] year found it difficult to speak (his breath was stolen away~).

At that, Kalim gasped, letting go of his friend. “Oh, sorry! That was p-probably very, uh, sudden.” He chuckled awkwardly.

“No, you dork! Please!” Now it was [Name] who brought the 2nd year closer, “Kiss me!”

And so the Asim heir did~! The blushing boys shared their first kiss surrounded by high energy and happiness.

Otter boy would want to tell his parents as soon as possible of his fortune, but one though stopped him on his tracks

As the first son of the Asim family, his parents will surely want him to have a kid, a future heir

“I know they will be happy for me, but… Will they fully accept the relationship?”

No one has ever seen Kalim so determined to study the Land of Hot Sand’s history

He was set on finding an example for his parents to understand that, regardless of who he chose as his future spouse, their family can have a future heir

There’s many ways to bring children into the family! Why only be tied by blood?

Whatever their answer to his relationship and example is, Kalim is fully prepared to push on and not give up on his love

They make it together or they give it up together. Kalim knows the implications of this, of probably being disowned and whatnot; while it breaks his heart, he will want to go on with it. “What’s the point of being with them if they won’t accept and love their son for being happy with who he loves?”

Kalim’s love for his boyfriend runs deep, and his for Kalim runs equally as profound

They will make it through any hurdles and obstacles in their path

👑 Vil Schoenheit ❤️

The one that takes it most calmly

Sure, he’s happy and excited there’s someone he fancies, but he’s Vil Schoenheit: Cool as a cucumber, elegant always, rising sta; a crush won’t make him lose his composure, in public

In private, though... boooyyyy you bet he’s dreamy sighs and fantasies, love songs and talks with the pillow

It doesn’t fully shock him to like a guy. Love is love, there’s nothing wrong in loving someone with your whole heart, outside opinions are irrelevant

Maybe he’s delved into what the LGBTQIA+ community is due to fellow actors and people in the industry he looks up to, one or two (or more) identities called out to him in his research

(can totally see Vil as an Ally that later on discovered his own identities the further he advocates for the community’s rights)

Still, he will take his time to fully register and unravel his feelings towards the guy. He would absolutely detest getting both their hopes up when no real feelings exist between them

Will occasionally throw coquettish comments and carefully invade his crush’s personal space with playful touches to see his reaction.

I believe he knows how to read people well, so this is a key element for him to know if the boy’s interested too or not, and Vil’s next plan of action

Don’t think Vil tells anyone about his crush, but the ever observant Rook catches on and encourages him to pursue his feelings

If they get in a relationship, it will become public only after approval is given by his partner. Privacy should always be respected

“Vil?” [Name] poked his head through the door after knocking on it. The letter said to meet him here, along with other very sweet and heartfelt words.

The blond signaled him to come closer, “Do close the door behind you. Take a sit.”

“Vil, I-” The words he practiced so many times failed to come out.

Pomefire’s dorm leader smiled into his cup, “Don’t worry about it, [Name], I understand. However,” Amethyst eyes look into deep pools of [eye color], “I hope we can remain as frien-” A folded piece of paper slid his way interrupted Vil.

Eyes shifted from the hastily made card to the student across him. Slowly, Vil took the paper and read the words inside.

A gentle smile shaped his painted lips, “Aren’t you the sweetest?” Giggling lightly, Schoenheit took the other’s hand and placed a tender kiss on his knuckles.

💀 Idia Shroud 💙

Alright, take it as you will…. but I think Idia would have some internalized homophobia problems

With how into anime, manga and games he’s into, of course he’s heard of same sex couples and the like

Doesn't react much to them, but maybe the parts involving them he passes quick in his media & games

He’s sorta indifferent to them

The typical boy that imagined his future with a nice girl that loves him as he is, but

The way this one friend of his makes him look forward to his next visit, how he interacts with Ortho and the way they play together, the gentle way he coaxes Idia out of his room to share a meal or drink in the cafeteria or Mostro Lounge

Then they accidentally brushed hands. Idia’s face flared up and his heart did a somersault

“I liked that” followed by “But [Name]’s a guy”

His brain is very much confused, and so is his heart. He believed himself straight, and very not attracted in other irl people, to have this revelation has his world made a mess

At first, he’s denying it, telling himself it was an overreaction… But that breath stealing sensation happened again once the guy smiled at him in greeting

Proceeds to isolate himself and fall into a hole of self loathing

“This can’t be happening” “Humans are disgusting” “Same sex couples are shunned, looked down upon” “I knew fate wouldn’t let me be happy ever in my life” “I have a prestigious family’s image to uphold, what will everyone say if they see me with a boy?”

“Love is disgusting”

His world is even more shaken after that thought crossed his mind… Is love disgusting? Up until few days ago, he was hoping for a future with love in it…

It then morphs to “I am disgusting, for feeling this towards a boy”

Doesn’t help when said boys actually shows up on his dorm and (quite literally) kicks down his door to know what is going on (Ortho helped with the door thing, after all, he’s also very worried about his brother)

“What are you doing here? Came over just to mock me, did you? Yeah, of course you did.” Idia immediately began his attack.

“What? Idia, what the hell is wrong with you?! I’m here because I care about you and I’m worried! It’s been more than a week! You haven’t even attended your classes through the tablet!” The [color] haired retaliated.

“I don’t want you here, I don’t want anyone here,” There was a strange glint in his eyes, “Especially you.”

“Idia, what?!” That hurt.

“I want to forget, I want to get purged from you!” His flaming hair bursted for a second. “I want you out of my life, out of my mind! Out of-! Out of my-!” Words choked in the older Shroud’s throat.

[Name] was scared, and very much hurt. “Idia… what is going on? Why are you saying such things?”

“Because I-! I-I..!” The 3rd year student felt like throwing up, this sadness, anxiety and unjustified rage did not sit well in his stomach. “Because I don’t want to feel this way! I-I don’t want to be in love, not like this!” Panic rushed through his blood, making his breathing erratic and vision blurry with tears.

The [hair color] rushed over to his friend’s side, carefully taking one of his hands and calling for his attention. “Idia, Idia, let’s do this together.” He placed the hand on his chest and took deep breaths. He kept repeating the breathing exercises until he saw the sapphire haired male repeat the motion, albeit shakily. “Now, tell me, what do you see on my jacket?”

“A-...A-A color… [fav. color]”

“Texture?”

“Sm-smooth”

“Keep breathing, don’t stop.”

“I see… a white shirt… a-and [color] skin...warm…” Idia continued describing, until his eyes crossed with [color] orbs. “A-And I see…” More tears welled up, pointy teeth biting harshly on his bottom lip to muffle the sobs, “I-I see… The friend I love most… The friend…. I love… love…” He finally rested his forehead on the other’s shoulder, silently letting his tears fall.

Shroud cried until he could no more, voice hoarse and head pounding. “I… Sorry, [Name]... I fell, fell for you and… don’t know how to… what to do…”

Gentle hands lifted his head, “It’s fine, it’s fine, Idia… If you allow me, we can work it out.”

🐉 Malleus Draconia 🖤

He took it as calmly as Vil, but with some bumps in the road (by bumps I mean long periods of time for him to realize what was happening)

All this time, he thought the feelings he held for his friend were purely that, platonic

It wasn’t until he spoke out to Lilia about how his insides tickled curiously whenever he walked under the skies with the boy that Lilia made him realize what it truly was

“Young Malleus, I do believe those tender feelings are a sign of you falling for the male” “Fall? No, We walk carefully through school grounds.” “No, Malleus, not literally.” “Ah, could it be the famous expression used when describing love? I’ve read it before in novels.” “Indeed, My Lord, you’re falling in love with [Name].”

Silence…. “Hah! Oh Lilia, your jokes are ever hilarious.” He just brushed it off, and continued to do so for a while.

While novels and books described the magical feeling in many different exciting ways, love wasn’t exactly something Malleus sought in his life

What he wanted most was company, friends, to never be alone again

And he certainly never felt alone when with the boy he fancies

Many months passed by rereading romance novels and reading new books for the little seed to sprout… maybe he was indeed falling for his friend

“Lilia, I have a question.” “Yes, My Lord?” “Why are same sex couples so rare in human literature?” “That, Malleus, is something not even I can fully comprehend… Humans can hold senseless hate in their hearts, and these couples are unfortunate objects of such hate.” “...They should learn from faefolk” “Indeed they should, indeed they should.”

He prods Lilia further to quell his curiosity and learn more, but the old bat eventually gets tired of it and leaves him with a “Dear Malleus, just explore the emotion you’re feeling right now. That’s better than asking an old man like yours truly to answer your questions. Explore and enjoy life!”

And that he does. His night walks with his crush become more frequent, he invites him to his dorm room to enjoy tea, info dumps about gargoyles, and starts his courting

Little useful (and random) gifts, Malleus even gives him some pieces of jewelry and gems from his own treasure (the biggest show of respect and affection between dragon fae)

“[Name], I have something special to give you.” Malleus broke the silence.

They had been sitting, looking at the stars for some time.

“Oh?” The boy outstretched his palm, where the taller male placed a single object.

[Color] eyes examined the smooth, dark object, awed at the hardness of it.

“It appears my previous gifts have been misinterpreted, so I will take to explain this one.” The crown prince began, “That is one of my very own scales. For us dragon fae, gifting jewels, precious metals, and scales is a great show of respect.”

“Oh! Well, thank you for thinking so highly of me! I certainly hold you in high regards, too, Malleus.” A bright smile appeared on the [ x ] year’s face.

“And they are also great displays of affection… tremendous, I would say.” Draconia added.

Silence.

And then…

“Oh my! Malleus, I am…!”

Silence once more.

“I see....” The dragon exhaled, “It is fine, apologies for not explaining things earlier. You’re, of course, welcomed to keep the gifts… They are gifts, after all.”

“Malleus… I’m just… Blown away-!” Shining eyes looked into his lime ones, “All your gifts… You were courting me without my knowledge… Sorry, I-I promise to make it up to you! If you allow me, of course…”

“Oh?” Shock and excitement pierced the dorm head’s heart, “Very well. Next time, come out in your best drapes. I wish for us to dine the finest of meals.” He could feel the tips of his fangs poke his bottom lip from how wide his smile was at that moment.

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UEFHIRGOPEK THIS WAS SO LONG AAAAAAAA

Sorry if spelling mistakes sneak here and there 🙇‍♀️

Hope this was enjoyable! And sorry if I strayed from the original request (bc I definitely feel like I went in a tangent orz)

Thank you for the request!! This was very fun and interesting to imagine :D

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btsficsforthehumble · 3 years

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adj.: 1. Modern, unfamiliar, or different

2. Not based on or conforming to what is generally done or believed

pairing: reader x ot7

genre: college au; angst, fluff, smut, poly, ot7

Summary: You begin your first year at a prestigious university, set out on achieving your academic goals when a series of men step into your life that change the way you view the definition of love.

A/N: Small s/o to Fae from sope-and-shine for giving me great inspiration for this chapter!

Part Three

Warnings: none in this chapter

Word count: 1.8k

You continue down the street, noticing yourself hold a faint smile from your time with Jimin. You have a feeling Intro to Comp will be more fun than you anticipated with him to keep you company. You really appreciated his easy-going nature that allowed playful digs to seem second nature between you two, even if you had just met.

You glance up at the sun, now starting to feel more intense as it approaches midday. Noticing, you slip your sunglasses out of your backpack and look at your phone to double check directions --- you weren’t too confident getting around campus quite yet. As you are looking at your GPS app, you see a text pop up from an unknown number.

*Hi y/nnnnn it’s your favorite seat partner from intro to comp!! Hehe*

You roll your eyes at Jimin’s text, and save his number.

*You are my only seat partner from intro to comp, Jimin. It’s been one day.*

*:( Don’t be a meanie, y/n. You know I’d be your favorite no matter what :DD*

*Who's to say? Maybe next time I’ll sit closer to Yoongi*

*GASP. You wouldn’t dare*

*Are you willing to put money on that?*

As you text Jimin, you follow the directions on your phone and end up at a cute little grocery store, with a built in cafe off to the side. When you notice it, you get some spring in your step. After seeing the coffee that the other students had in class you were yearning for a cup of your own, especially after your hectic morning.

The barista sent you a smile as you read the menu. Deciding on a nice warm cappuccino, you tell her your order and walk over to the side to receive your drink when she finishes.

She rings you out, and as you wait for your drink you begin running though your mental grocery list. Thankfully your apartment had a decent kitchen, which you knew you’d get good use of as you enjoyed cooking when you had a chance. Not to mention, your parents owned a small bakery in your hometown which meant you were well versed in the art of baking, and often found yourself baking during stressful moments in your life as a distraction. Maybe while you were here you’d pick up some basic supplies for baking… sugar, flour, baking soda, vanilla extract….

Your train of thought was quickly cut off by the barista, sliding your drink across the counter with a smile. You give her one back as you thank her, and stroll over to where you think the baking aisle would be. You take your time, checking out the products in each section to make sure you got everything you needed, beyond just your baking supplies.

As you near the paper goods aisle, you barely see a figure swing around the corner and run smack-dab into a paper towel display, which happened to be less than a meter from you. Unfortunately, the collision caused several of the rolls to go flying --- and one flying hard enough to knock the fresh coffee right out of your hand.

The chaos of the moment causes you to stand a little open mouthed while you stare at the now half-empty cardboard coffee cup rolling on it’s side away from you.

Toward the top of your field of vision you see a pair of men’s sneakers, which causes you to scan up towards his face. He is looking at you with the widest doe-eyed shocked expression you have possibly ever seen. His arms are half reached out, as if he wants to help, but can’t as he already caused the damage. One of the arms reaching out at you has a patchwork of black ink, trailing down over his toned muscles to his knuckles. His oversized grey t-shirt and loose jeans seem to swallow him a bit, which only adds to the almost child-like innocence of his wide eyes. Wavy brown hair frames his face, accentuating his masculine jawline.

Once your eyes connect for a few seconds, surely both wide in shock, he makes a squeaking noise and bends down to collect the scattered rolls.

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going and I took the turn too fast, I’ll go buy you another coffee as soon as I pick these up---” His voice, while speaking rapidly, remained soft and delicate, obviously embarrassed at his mistake. When you bend down to join him in collecting the runaway towels, he cuts himself off to again look at you with a wide-eyed expression.

You smile at him, the surprise from the situation fading as you stretch your upper body as far as you can to grab one that rolled particularly far. “It’s okay, we all can be clumsy sometimes. I promise it’s not that big of a deal, it was just a coffee.” You give him a warm smile in reassurance, wanting to ease his obvious anxiety.

You both stand up, having collected the spilled display and him grabbing your abandoned coffee cup. “Um, what were you drinking? I’ll get you a new one, it’s the least I could do.” His blush deepens with his question, and he nervously glances off to the side as he grabs his elbow of the hand holding the empty cup to make himself smaller.

“It was a cappuccino… but honestly, you really don’t need to, it’s okay.” Sending him another warm smile, you hope to convey your ease at the situation.

“No, I want to. I’ll be right back, okay?” He holds your gaze for a second, seeming to double check that you weren’t going to run away on him.

“Okay.” Once you let out your reply, he sends you a quick smile as he turns around and lightly jogs away from you, back the direction you came from.

You can't help but notice the subtle ripple of his muscles across his shoulder blades as he does so. For being so meek, he sure had quite the muscular build under those baggy clothes. He definitely was “yummy” to use the word Jimin so aptly applied to Yoongi earlier. At the memory, you couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle under your breath.

You scan the area quickly, making sure your run in with the boy didn’t leave a mess anywhere in the store. After seeing it clear, you glance back over your shoulder to watch him talking to the same barista. You could tell, even from this distance, that he seemed slightly embarrassed and had a pink tinge to his cheeks. The duality of this guy honestly is blowing your mind… his tattoos and muscular physique would give the impression that he would be super intimidating and confident, but by the way he blushed at attention so easily and was so timid when he apologized to you showed that he was was really a big sweetheart.

As he was now waiting for the barista to remake your drink, standing in the same spot you occupied a few minutes ago, you felt awkward hovering in the spot of the incident. After a quick glance back at him, you thought he would be able to find you pretty easily if you ventured down the aisle further. An aisle down from the paper goods, you found yourself in the exact aisle you were looking for.

Your mind quickly abandoned any prior thought as you took stock of the baking supplies the store had to offer. It looks like you’d be spending more on groceries today than you had anticipated.

“Um, here’s your coffee…” The boy from earlier had returned before you realized any time had passed. Caught, you looked at him, now looking at you, with a hesitant look on his face, as he saw the almost comical amount of stuff you had balanced in your arms. Now embarrassed a tad, you realize you have no hand to take the coffee from him, and it seems like it had just occurred to him too. He looked back and forth between the coffee in his hand and your ridiculously full arms and quickly offered, “I’ll be right back. I’ll get you a basket.”

“Oh my gosh, thank you so much. I’m sorry, I guess I got carried away!” You sheepishly respond to his kind offer. It was above what a normal person would do. He nodded his head quickly and did his half-jog thing again to go back to the front of the store. You weren’t getting tired of the view, to be honest.

Before you even knew it, he was back and gently removing items from the tetris you created in your arms of baking supplies. “Thank you so much, you really don't have to do any of this…” you feel slightly guilty for the boy’s kindness.

“No, it’s really okay, I shouldn’t have thrown paper towels at you.” As he speaks, he catches your eye and gives you a smile you could only compare to a cute bunny or other small adorable creature. You couldn’t help but fall just a little in love with him right there in the aisle. Now comfortable enough to joke with you, you left out a surprised laugh in response. You tip your head back slightly and feel your cheeks squish up without warning.

“I suppose you got me there. Maybe try to lower the aggression levels on your next grocery store run,” you egg him on slightly, a teasing smile remaining on his face.

“What would be the fun in that?” His eyes hold contact just a millisecond longer than normal, and you swear you see a glint of mischief in them. Ah, so bunny-boy knows at least a little how much of a hunk he is.

“Do you flirt with pretty girls at the store by knocking the coffee out of their hands for fun then?” Your eyebrow is raised slightly, and your tone stays as a teasing lilt.

Apparently at his banter limit, he blushes and gapes for a second. “Just teasing you. Thank you again for the coffee,” you reassure. Full basket and fresh coffee in hand, you flash him one last grin before you make your way around him to head towards the register.

As you leave the store, re-entering the street, you can’t help but hope you run into that guy again. He seemed like a genuinely sweet person that you’d love to be friends with. Starting towards the direction of your apartment, you ponder the chances.

You also ponder what baked treat you were going to throw the rest of your afternoon into. After some mental deliberation, you settled on muffins. Easy to take with you for that pesky morning calculus class. Ugh, at the thought of calculus you groaned inside a little. Not only did you have to grapple with the boring math, but you now have to grapple with the decidedly not so boring boys in your class.

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Shared Minds and Shared Souls (2/?)

Pairing: Spike x Female!Reader

Warnings: Angst, swearing, fighting, mentions of violence

Word Count: ~2.6k

Part Summary: Y/N is starting to get used to her role in the Summers’ house and with the Scoobies in the days following her arrival in Sunnydale. Much to her surprise, she enjoys predictability of her new routine and the normalcy of it. That is until a troublesome figure in Sunnydale makes his acquaintance and knocks Y/N through an unforeseen loop.

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Aunt Joyce being surprised to see me is an understatement. It took Buffy and I both pressing her back down on the hospital bed to keep her from leaping up. Then, she thanked me up and down for coming. Which lead to her insisting she’s fine. She’s been covering at the hospital the last few days, but now she’s finally home. Her surgery went well, thank God! With everything going on, Joyce needs to be well. I don’t think Buffy could take another blow and poor Dawnie needs her mom. I know what it’s like to lose a mother, not fun. It’s Buffy and I’s goal to keep life as normal as possible for Dawn. The routine is I drop Dawnie off at school while Buffy plays Slayer. Then, I come back here and take care of Joyce. From there, I pick up Dawnie and prep dinner. In truth, I’m liking the predictable schedule. It’s odd, I thought I’d hate it here. I’ve never been the sort for the mundane lifestyle, but I haven’t been around family in years and it’s nice.

While I prepare lunch for Joyce, I listen to the rock station through the boombox they keep on the counter. The house has been rather quiet since Buffy and the other Scoobies have been out doing researching Glory. Giles’s Magic-Box shop is their headquarters. Well, here and there, sort of double at meeting spots. Whenever the house is this quiet, I have to have music or the tv playing in the background. Otherwise, everything gets all noisy. Sunnydale has so much pent up energy, both good and evil, that it messes with my head. All I hear are the voices in the silence, so many voices that it starts to sound like static. I have mentioned this Buffy, I wouldn’t want to stress her anymore.

My peace is abruptly disturbed as the kitchen door swings open and someone flies in hiding under a blanket. I jump, dropping my knife on Joyce’s sandwich. Smoke radiates from the figure like they’re a walking fire pit. Tilting my head, I watch in awe as a bleached haired man struggles to shut the door, knocking around the blinds. Who the hell is he? He dramatically flails his arms around to get the blanket off with a huff. Instantly, I see the green aura glowing around him. His eyes meet mine with a tilt of the head like a confused puppy dog, granted I did it too.

“Who in the bloody hell are you?” He curses sassily.

His accent is enough information to tell me who he is, Spike. So, this is the pain in the ass, psychotic vampy who is tangled up in a love-hate relationship with my cousin. She’s all caught up on Riley, Mr. G.I. Joe, when she has this dude pining after her? Boy, Buffy needs my guidance in more than one department.

“Good afternoon to you too, Spike,” I greet him by name, much to his surprise.

Cautiously, he moves into the kitchen as I continue about my business. “How do you know my name? Where’s Buffy?” He asks, peaking around the house for her.

“Don’t worry,” I assure him calmly. “Army Barbie is with her team of misfit toys working on Glory stuff.”

Before I have the chance to blink, Spike is across the room has me pinned against the fridge. His face scrunched and his fangs daunting. While gripping my neck until I can hardly breathe, he leans forward and presses his body to mine to keep in place. I struggle in his grip, clawing as his hands. “You’re Glory, aren’t you?! Hm?! Messing with me?! What did you do to Buffy?!” He shouts.

“Spike,” I choke. “You have to-” I gasp for air as he squeezes tighter.

As a psychic, every time I have skin to skin contact with someone I can enter their mind and memories. It’s like watching a montage of someone’s entire existence. The recipient relives the memories too at the same pace as me. This allows them to kick me out if they so wish, all they have to do is realize what’s going on. However, like being in a dream, it’s rare that they do. I have little control when it comes to entering, it’s like falling. If I wish to leave, it takes a kick, like waking up from a dream. I have to be terrified by a memory or experience immense pain, those are the usual triggers.

The moment Spike touched me, he opened the gate for me to see, feel, and hear everything he ever has in the form of visions. I can feel my mind slipping and images begin to flash before my eyes like bursts of light. Then, my vision goes black...

A woman in 19th century clothing stands before with big eyes and brown hair. She’s so beautiful.... Suddenly, a pain pierces my neck.

Next thing I know, I’m sat on an old blood soaked sofa with a dead woman in my lap, bleeding from the neck. I feel hungry for more.

“My wicked, wicked, Willy,” Dru purrs, peering up at me from her position on the floor with longing eyes. I shove the body off of me and crawl to her. God, I love her.

I jump through time, landing in the middle of a fight with a young Chinese woman who I recognize as the Slayer. I manage to grab her and bite her viciously. She mutters something in Chinese to me.

“Sorry Love, I don’t speak Chinese,” I state, tossing her to the side.

Then, on a subway trained with a later slayer. I’m on top of her, gripping her neck as I twist it, killing her. For good measure, I steal her leather coat. I’m quite fond of it.

I hover over the most recent Slayer, and perhaps the most annoying one, Buffy Summers. I raise the plank of wood in my hands to kill her. Suddenly, I’m hit over the head and fall to the floor.

With a jolt, I’m back in the present moment. “Jesus and Mary!” I yelp, the back of my head throbbing. What the hell did Joyce wack me with? Or should I say Spike.

The vampire stands before me wide-eyed, confused by what just happened. Having had enough reminiscing, I press my hands around his that grip my neck and send a powerful shock, causing him to drop me to the floor. I cough as I catch my breath. God, I can see why Buffy doesn’t like him! Spike recovers quickly and picks me up by my hair. I scream at the surge of pain and dig my nails in his hands. Soon, I’m against the wall and I bump my head.

“Where are they?!” He barks in my face. “Tell me or I’ll kill you!”

“If I were Glory and I had taken Buffy, how would killing me help you find her?” I question his logic amongst the fighting. For being over a hundred years old, he’s not exactly wise.

Spike growls, not finding humor in my mockery. I’m not exactly threatened by the big-bad-bleach-crazy ole chap with the winkley-vampy face. I could have him on his undead ass in two seconds if I wanted.

“Spike!” Joyce’s voice interrupts our altercation. Both of us turn our attention to the archway to see my aunt standing there in horror. She wraps her robe around herself tightly. “Let Y/N down! She’s my niece!”

“Oh bollocks!” Spike swears, releasing me instantly.

I fall to the floor on my knees again. Well, this fun- what’s wrong with people in this town?!

“I… uh…” Spike stumbles over his words as he helps me up by the bicep. He brushes down my shirt and hair nervously. “Sorry about that. I thought-”

“You thought I was Glory,” I finish for him, slapping his hands off of me.

“Are you okay, Y/N?!” Joyce checks worriedly, staying cautiously in the archway between here and the living room.

I hum, reaching up and running my fingers through the back of my head for any bumps or bleeding. Whatever she hit Spike with it fucking hurt!

“Did I hurt you?” Spike asks, sounding genuinely concerned.

“Not really,” I admit quietly and look to my aunt who’s the real reason my head is pounding. “If you ever hearing banging like that, never come downstairs! You hide!” I command of her. “Even if it did sound like I was getting murdered,” I grumble, glaring at Spike.

“Well, as long as you’re alright. I’ll head back up,” she complies quietly. “But only if you’re sure!” She checks.

“I’m fine, really!” I try to ease her nerves. It’s not good for her to worry. I shove Spike out of the way to approach her. “I’ll bring your food up soon. I might have to remake it,” I tell her as I spot her sandwich on the floor behind Spike.

“You don’t have to do that,” she insists.

“It’s okay! If you can wait one moment, I’ll just use some magic,” I announce, holding out my hand toward the counter. I conjure up a turkey sandwich just like I created before. I could’ve whipped one up this way earlier, but I was enjoying the task. “There you go!” I hand the plate over to my aunt.

Spike blinks rapidly, stepping forward to stand beside my aunt. He stares at me in astonishment, “you’re a witch?!”

“No, that shock you felt earlier was all in your head,” I sass, looking at him like an idiot.

“You didn’t tell me there were witches in your family,” he says to Joyce, sounding offended.

“We didn’t know ourselves until Y/N arrived a few days ago. She’s here to help out until I’m all better and… well…” Joyce shifts on her feet uncomfortably. “That Glory girl is gone.”

On that note, Joyce thanks me one last time and heads back upstairs. I relax once I hear her shuffling upstairs in her room. Taking a scan around the kitchen, there are broken plates and food scattered across the floor. I was so far into Spike’s head that I missed the reality and all the ruckus. Of course, I felt his hands around my neck, but my vision was impaired with his memories.

“Let me clean up,” Spike requests, already squatting to pick up the bits of broken porcelain on the tile.

“No need,” I state with a flick of the wrist. Within seconds, all the broken plates and scattered food is gone. The boombox that we’d knocked on the floor and caused to skip is now all fixed neatly on the counter. Soon, Nirvana is coming out of it without a problem.

Spike rises from his position quietly starring at the perfectly spotless kitchen. I move around him toward the living room, already thinking of the next item on my agenda. I still have a few loads of laundry to go through and there’s cleaning that needs to be done. If I set those going with some magic before I head out everything will be done before Buffy’s birthday party tonight. Except, one issue, in this town, I don’t feel comfortable dividing up my power in case of an emergency. I could be attacked on the way to Dawnie’s school with the track record of this town. Plus, I’m Joyce’s sole bodyguard during the day, I need all my energy.

“Hey wait,” Spike calls as he jogs to block my path. He holds up his hands as if that’s going to keeping me from walking away.

With raised brows, I wait for the important reason he must have to be interrupting my to-do list.

Wait... ew, I hate that! I have a to-do list! What am I, a 1950’s housewife?

“Are you honestly Buffy and Dawn’s cousin?” He asks, still not convinced that it’s possible for the Summers’ to have family other than each other.

“No,” I answer calmly, causing him to perk up. “I’m really Dolly Parton in a disguise!” He rolls his eyes, muttering curses under his breath. “You know, the rumor is the blonde hair is a wig,” I ramble to add more spice to the sarcasm. “And she just walks around Tennessee without anyone noticing her!”

“Yep, you’re definitely related,” he determines unenthused, stepping aside.

“I’m glad I’ve convinced you. Now if you don’t mind, I have stuff I need to do!” I step around him to head out and pick up Dawn.

“I’m coming too,” he declares, following on my heels.

I snicker, stopping in my tracks. “You’re coming with me to pick up Dawn from school? In the daylight... ” I add.

“Yeah uh… just meet me at the crypt,” he decides, already heading back to the kitchen.

“Wait, what?” I blurt out as I grab his wrist. “Why would I do that?”

He glances over his shoulder, “I came to show Buffy something, but you’ll do I guess.”

“I’m not Buffy though, I’m no Slayer,” I laugh lightly. “If it’s important I’d show it to her.”

“You’re a witch, aren’t you?” He asks the obvious.

“Well yeah,” I shrug.

“Can you fight?” He continues, clearly leading somewhere.

I stutter, “I mean I know spells and-”

“Then you’ll do,” he declares. “We can tell Buffy about it later,” he adds, walking away.

Buffy is made for this, literally! Unsure of myself, I shake my head. “Spike, I-”

The vampire rolls his head back with a huff of annoyance. “All you God-forsaken women!” He groans under his breath. “I swear, one of these days I’m just going to lose my patience and kill all of you,” he sasses, facing me. “Except Joyce... and maybe Nibblet,” he determines as if that’s generous of him. “But definitely Harmony and that bloody annoying Cordelia if she ever comes back from LA!” He points at me sharply. “And you missy are testing me too!”

Um, excuse him! He didn’t not just say that to me! “Oh buddy, you’re testing me!” I laugh mockingly. Little vampy here has another thing coming if he thinks he can threaten me.

Spike chuckles wickedly and his face changes back to vampy style. He growls to reveal his fangs. I step back cautiously. I didn’t mean for him to take me literally! Abruptly, he comes charging at me. Oh great, not again!

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I would not wish any companion in the world but you - Chapter 92 - BrightLotusMoon, Sissystinger - Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Bay Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

In which Rise Yoshi has a nightmare about his babies when they were homeless and Bay Mikey is there to help. @remmushound is really good at Sad Splinter and Dad Splinter.

@mintyinfusion you'll like this one

#companion fic!#rottmnt crossover #rise splinter is such a dad #rise and its massive tributes to the whole tmnt franchise #bayverse mikey #oh boy the angst train is rapidly approaching #angst fic #tmnt fanfiction #rise mikey might be psychic #rise donnie is an angry kitten

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Xena (Pt.1)

Aundreya Chambers

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Summary: Her attempt to fix things leads Aundreya directly to one of her greatest enemies, and to some of her greatest friends. Story nineteen.

Category: Angst, but it’s basically just like Aundreya working a “case.”

Warnings: Cussing. There is a knife fight and someone gets stabbed.

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: I know this one is a little Aundreya-centric, but we will get back to the whole squad in a moment. Also, if this means something to you, I want you to think Dauntless from Divergent as far as building and overall vibe.

I got a lead.

I was coming up on the end of month five of being on the run, and I finally had what I needed to put the final nail in the coffin. A location and leverage. But I wasn’t going to be able to do it alone.

“Deen?” I confirmed before he could even say anything.

“Alion-”

“Shh!” I hushed. I didn’t want my name on any cellular transcript or recordings. You could never be too sure. “Are they ready?”

“Yes,” he answered without hesitation. I could hear how giddy he sounded when he asked, “Now?”

“Now.”

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I’d been away from my ring for far too long. They’d been in good hands with Deen, for sure, but I was itching to get back to them. I’d wanted to for so long, but it wouldn’t benefit anyone. If anything, I’d draw attention to us again, and we’d have to go on a temporary hiatus until things cooled down. And that was bad for business. But I guess so was having your leader away, not like that was the primary reason I was returning. Added bonus, maybe.

I showed up to the bookstore I’d come to adore, sneaking in the back door after dark. I moved soundlessly towards the “Employees Only: Storage” door in the back that opened up into a massive storage unit that we used for training. Normally, meetings are held in the back of a club and bar on the other side of town, but I wanted to make sure this was more discreet and unexpected.

The whole room was pitch black, and besides the one emergency light that faintly glowed above the center mat, I couldn’t see anything. I cautiously approached the light which was over 50 feet away, and the moment I landed right under it, the rest of the lights in the warehouse rapidly turned on. I was blinded for a moment but quickly adjusted, scanning the massive room around me. There were multiple stories in the warehouse, but they all opened up to overlook the first floor, where I was currently standing. Lining the walls and all of the walkways on the four stories up were filled with all of the members of my ring. All just standing there, in dead silence, staring at me. And it made me feel right at home.

I spread my arms out wide and did the most dramatic bow I could. When I looked up, I saw a couple faces smiling, and announced, “I’m back.”

Then all 500 or so of them started cheering. They were clapping and hooting and smiling, and I was laughing and basking in the feeling. Deen and his two new right hands approached me, dramatically clapping.

“Well, well, look who it is,” Deen said, shaking his head.

“Aww, did someone get too comfy on my throne?” I playfully sneered.

“I wouldn’t dare. You know I can do the whole ‘leader’ thing-”

“But it’s just not for you,” I finished, “Trust me, I know.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he arched an eyebrow.

“Speaking as the one coming from prison, I don’t think I’m qualified to judge,” I winked.

“As someone who’s escaped a supermax, I think that gives you more than enough qualification,” he said. He opened his arms and I rolled my eyes with a smile on my face as he pulled me into his infamous bear hug. When he let me go he asked, “You remember Mateo and Niko?”

“The twins?” I asked, looking over at the two of them, “Of course I do!” They were both tall, like 6’4” and they looked like two of the most ethereal people you could imagine. They had rich umber skin, shoulder length corkscrew coils, and brilliant smiles. Nearly everything about them was identical except for their eyes. Niko had almond shaped, black eyes, but Mateo had round eyes, one the same deep brown like his brother, the other a piercing ocean blue. “How could I forget them.”

“Well, they are my new right hands since…” Deen trailed off. Since Corbyn.

“Right, right,” I quickly filled in. They were both a couple years younger than me, 17 at the time they joined. No one knew anything about their background or why they were joining a ring, and they were vastly underestimated. Deen questioned what they could do for us since they weren’t an ‘expert’ in anything, but the first day of training changed that. They were both amazing fighters. They kicked everyone’s ass their age, and the two ages above them. After a week, they were training with everyone at the top, including me. Throughout that time, I got to know the twins very well, and Mateo and I became close. Like, close. He finally kissed me the night I got sent to prison, before everything went down. Of course, I was in there for four years, then came to camp out at the ring once I got out for a little while before going off to the FBI, so we hadn’t really talked about it or revisited it at all. Not like I was going to bring it up. We were great friends before that, and I didn’t really have time to deal with figuring that out.

I extended my hand to Niko, “It’s great to see you both again. How have things been with this guy,” I joked.

Niko accepted my handshake and replied with a smirk, “Oh you know, the usual bullshit. Him pushing us around, doing his dirty work and such.”

“Oh is he now?” I raised an eyebrow at Deen.

“Don’t look at me!” he said, eyes getting wider, “I know I’m a handsome guy, but these two just seem to get more done as the faces of our deals. I still can’t figure out why…”

I snorted, “Yeah, me neither.” Both boys suppressed a smile. I extended my hand out to Mateo, and before I knew it, I was on the ground. Instead of shaking it, he flipped me.

“Damn, okay,” I said, laying on my back and propping myself up on my elbows, “Hello to you, too.”

“You weren’t prepared,” he smirked down at me. Wanna bet?

I hooked my feet around his legs, reached up to grab his arm, and yanked him down to the right side of me. I moved one leg across his body, while the other still hooked the leg closest me, keeping it in place. I reached down with both hands and tugged lightly on that leg. “Snap! I just broke your leg.”

“Oh, sure. I wonder if you still got it in you,” he challenged. In response, I pulled harder, almost to the point of dislocation and he suppressed a wince. I stretched it just a bit farther for my own satisfaction, and he gave me what I wanted: three fast taps on the mat. An eruption of cheers echoed around us, and I almost forgot we still had an audience.

With that ego boost, I held him in that position and wondered, “Anything else you’d like to add?”

“No,” he said, releasing a sigh when I finally let him go. I got up, offing him a hand, which I was surprised he took.

I turned toward the rest of the warehouse and announced, “Thank you all for being here, and an enthusiastic, typical,” I shot Mateo a look, “welcome. We are going to discuss a few final logistics, then present you with the necessities. You are dismissed.” On cue, the lines of people broke up and started moving around. The four of us walked toward a small table in a more secluded corner office.

“Congratulations, brother,” Niko mused as we entered the room, “You’ve waited three years to finally beat her, and you failed.”

“Shut up,” Mateo hissed.

I had to laugh, “You always were one of the most competitive people I’d ever met. Good to see that some things never change. Including which one of us is better,” I winked.

Mateo huffed, “Yeah, and which one of us is still a bitch.”

“Ow, watch it,” I replied, “or maybe I’ll decide to really teach you something.”

“Oh I’m counting on it,” he smirked.

I mirrored the look but got back to business, “So are you all caught up on what’s happening?”

“Yeah, they know,” Deen spoke for the first time in a while, “Of course, they saw you when you came back for a little bit after the first prison break, and I filled them in on your deal with Archer. They know you’ve changed your mind about going through with it, and that Xena and DeLeon are back, and that you plan on killing them, framing Archer, and getting out alive without cuffs on.”

“That’s plan A at least,” I raised my eyebrows. I heard the door to the office push open, and spun around to see who it was.

“So what’s plan B?” a thin girl with long, shiny black hair questioned as she entered the room. I looked over at Deen for an explanation.

“She’s great with strategy and logistical planning,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

“She’s new,” Niko jumped in. I slowly nodded.

She extended her hand to me with an introduction. “Roman.”

“Right,” I shook her hand, with a confused look on my face. I knew her. We’d met. Actually, she, Sydney, and I were very tight a long time ago. Once I took over the gang, she and I had a falling out. It was like she just disappeared, and she hated me for starting the ring and getting careless. She didn’t even check on Sydney’s family when she died. Needless to say, I knew who she was, and she knew who I was, so why wasn’t she acting like it? And last time I checked, she actually wasn’t that good at planning, granted I’d been away for a while, but can things change that drastically?

“There are a variety of things that can go wrong and too many variables, that’s why we are going to have to use as many top people as possible to control some of them,” I started. I didn’t really have time to figure out Roman, either.

“Right, like your team, Z and D, Archer, and the meeting place,” Roman graciously pointed out.

I tried to brush her off, “Exactly. Since I found Xena, I already sent her a message about meeting me, and I told her to come alone, but I’ll need someone to keep watch in case DeLeon shows up.”

“What did you tell her you had?” Deen asked.

“The one thing she can’t resist is information on her grandfather and why things ended the way they did. In my message, I let her know that I’d tell her everything I knew, and give her a letter he left for her that night.”

“Is that true?” Deen questioned.

I shrugged, “Mostly.”

“So what are the specifics?” Roman asked.

“I told her to meet me in the alley next to the old gym where I met her. My plan is to go inside so that there can be at least one or two other people in there for backup in case DeLeon shows up, and another outside for the same reason. I would then need people to track Archer and the members of the BAU and report back to Deen,” I offered.

“No way. I’m going to be there,” Deen insisted.

“No. You’ve been able to handle all of this organizational stuff for so long and you’re good at it. They need someone they trust to report back to, and I need someone I trust to keep track of all of the information,” I gave him a stern look, “That’s you.”

“Okay…” Roman looked deep in thought, “And how is he going to get the information to you? And what if one of our people gets caught by the FBI? I think they’ll be pretty good at recognizing if someone is following them.”

“Well logically-” I was cut off.

“You’re never logical,” Roman stated.

“Oh, so you do remember who I am,” I spat.

“How could I not?” she rushed on, dropping a stack of paper on the table with a thud, “Look, logically that is a terrible idea and never gonna work. Even in theory that doesn’t make sense. There are too many loose ends.”

“When have I ever worked logically? I’ve never worked logically and look how that’s worked out for me?” I thought for a moment and followed with, “Actually, that’s a bad example. What I’m trying to say is that what I’ve done has always gotten me out of situations like this. That’s all that matters, and I trust our people to be able to pull this off. Do you not?” I put both hands on the table and pushed aside a chair in my way with my feet, essentially inviting her to take a seat, and a step back, the legs screeching across the floor.

We stared each other down while the three boys exchanged looks. Mateo put his hands up in a surrender and slowly backed toward the door in a dramatic way. “Well while you two clamor around-”

“Hold up. I do not clamor,” I said with air quotes. Mateo just shrugged. “You do remember I am in charge, right? Like, I’m your leader and boss?”

Mateo stopped in his tracks and gave me a small smile, “Yeah, but, you’re a cool ring leader.”

I deadpanned and then turned to Deen and Niko, who just stood there. Niko acted like he didn’t care and Deen was clearly enjoying himself. “You’re all fired.”

“What? Come on! What did we do?” Mateo tried to act all innocent.

“My reputation of being terrifying and untouchable cannot be tainted by you running around calling me cool!” I let my hands fall to my thighs with a slap.

“Well can’t you be terrifying, untouchable, and cool?” Mateo asked with a sheepish smile. I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed.

I glanced over at Deen, who now had a shit-eating grin across his face. “I mean, you are a cool ring leader.”

The corners of my mouth twitched up slightly as I agreed, “I am pretty cool, aren’t I?” I got collective nods around the room, except for Roman who looked like she’d rather die. “Okay, can we please refocus on the task at hand? And, at least for the next couple days, pretend like you actually are terrifying and untouchable like the rest of the world thinks?”

“Sure, I think we can manage that,” Mateo said, all too giddy as he practically bounced back over to the table. Not a good start.

“Jesus christ. You get together the most dangerous, elite criminals the nation has ever seen and they act like eager teenagers who just discovered porn for the first time. This is why we never get anything done,” I huffed, “Anyways-”

“How did we ever get anything done?” Roman asked, and it was the first time her face looked like it had an emotion besides analysis. Kinda reminded me of Hotch.

“You were less cool,” Mateo chimed in. I eyeballed him. “What, am I wrong?”

“Your face is about to be,” I raised my eyebrows.

For the next two hours, we kept going over variations of the plans and solidifying ways we could get out of them. Actually, it mainly consisted of me throwing out ideas, Roman rejecting them, and Deen and Niko occasionally finding ways to get over minor errors with each. Mateo was blissfully unhelpful as usual. Granted, he was the kinda guy that threw out a dumb idea as a joke, and having it actually be something we could use.

“And then we kill them,” I completed, satisfied with our work.

“Wow, Alionth, you really are brutal. I mean, does every plan have to end with death? Haven’t you ever heard ‘kill em with kindness’?” Mateo sarcastically asked, fluttering his eyes at me.

“Yeah, but just outright killing them is so much faster,” I gave him a wicked smile.

“Remind me why we all missed her again?”

I reached out to whack him over the head, “Remind me why I wanted to come back and work with him?”

“You know you love me.” Mateo flashed me that brilliant smile that crinkled his two different colored eyes. We were lucky that he kept the mood positive, even when he was more of a distraction than anything. But his stupid pretty face, and his identical brother’s, was bringing in more clients than ever, so what’re you gonna do?

“Mateo, I will kick you in the back,” I remarked.

“I always knew you liked it rough,” he jeered. I enjoyed our banter, but I was not going to let him make that comment without repercussions. Plus, I like our ‘physical banter’ as well, if you could even call it that. In one move, I swept him off his feet, flipped him over my hip, and he landed with a thud.

“That I do,” I laughed. I knew it was coming, so I let him pull me back to the ground with his legs tangled in mine. He was hovering over me before I could lock him in place, flipping us back over, so I was on top. I pinned him down and I felt him struggle against me for a moment before relenting. I was strong, don’t get me wrong, but he had at least six inches on me along with a healthy amount of muscle mass. He was stronger, and if he really wanted to, could’ve probably gotten out of my grasp, but he didn’t. He let me pin him. “You’ve gotten better. But I don’t ever want you give up like that again.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he whispered. I realized we were still in a very precarious position, me sitting on top of him with his hands pinned over his head, and I quickly stood up.

“Mateo, you need to stop,” Niko said, sending him a look only they could understand. They passed eyes for a few seconds, an entire indecipherable conversation no one else was privy to happening before Roman cleared her throat. Niko apologized, “Right, yeah.”

We got back to work and finally had a plan fully put together. “This is going to work,” I said, almost astonished. “I think we’ve covered just about everything.”

“I think you’re right,” Roman agreed. Finally.

“I just need you all to remember that you are also protecting them.”

“You keep saying that, but why should we care about them so much?” Mateo asked me. Deen hit him in the arm. “Sorry.” But his voice was anything but apologetic.

“Just do this for me please,” I pleaded, without trying to sound as desperate as I was.

“Yes of course,” Niko nodded. He was always so level-headed and loyal. Never pushed. Or at least not like his brother.

“And while I’m happy that everyone is here, not everyone can be involved in this. It’s delicate and needs to be handled with absolute perfection and I know not everyone is capable of that,” I acknowledged.

“We know,” it was Deen this time.

“And if it comes to it, you are protecting them first,” I proceeded. I held my breath, waiting for a reaction.

Then I got the one I was expecting. “What? We aren’t going to do that!” Mateo sounded betrayed.

As calmly as I could, I looked him straight in the eyes and commanded, “Yes you are.”

“No, no way! You are our leader. All these people need you,” he said, shaking his head.

“And the rest of the country needs them.”

“That doesn’t even make sense. I am not going to go along with this,” Mateo pushed away from the table and headed toward the door. I’d call him childish, but I knew his reaction came from a good place, and I couldn’t be mad at him for that.

I quickly followed, calling, “Yes you are.”

As he opened the door, I slammed it shut again, preventing him from leaving. He grabbed me by both of my shoulders and held me against the door, the knob digging into my back.

His eyes were wide and frenzied when he hissed, “No.”

“Yes,” I bit, venom in my voice. He flinched back slightly, and I reached up, hooking my hand behind his neck. I pulled him to me and whispered in his ear, “Please don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“Or what?”

“You know what.”

“You wouldn’t,” I felt him shake his head, “Not to me. Not to us.”

“I’m telling you Mateo. I wouldn’t want to. It’d hurt me as much as it’d hurt you, but I would. That’s how important this is to me.” Despite my best efforts, my voice cracked. “I need you … and as a part of this operation.”

I could tell he noticed the emotion in my voice by the way he pulled back, looking me in the eyes, his much softer now. “Okay.”

“Thank you,” I released him from my grip, and he let me off the door. I turned my attention back to the group, “We have to make sure not to underestimate Z and D because there’s two of them and they are dangerous, especially together, so we have to be careful. There are plenty of things that can go wrong, and if we have to, we kill them. No matter what.”

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Agitation

드래곤 트레이너가 되어봐, 재미있을 거야. Be a dragon trainer, it’ll be fun.

Description: Working with dragons is dangerous as it is but when dragons often reflect their trainers emotional state, training while agitated and bothered can have consequences. As (y/n) finds out. Warnings: Slight swearing Genre: Dragon trainer AU, angst Word Count: 2.4k

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"'Be a dragon trainer' they said." I mumble, slumping into the offices, "'It'll be fun' they said." I peel off my jacket and toss it onto my desk, the scorched fabric staring up at me.

"What happened this time?" Jin asks, not looking up from his paper work.

"The new dragon went haywire." I throw my jacket over the back of my chair before plopping into it. "I'm just glad I got away with only ruining my jacket."

"The male or the female one?" Jin asks.

"The female one." I answer.

Jin exhales, setting down his papers, "Yeah, I heard she's been feisty lately."

"(y/n)? Oh yeah." Jungkook comments, entering the office mid conversation. "She's been real feisty lately."

"Ha. Ha." I roll my eyes at him. "Don't you have some stalls to clean or something?"

"Finished those an hour ago." Jungkook spits back. "Aren't you supposed to be training for the new dragon?"

I toss my jacket at him, "Ended that session early." I glance at the clock, "Though I've got another one in five minutes."

Jungkook catches the jacket and inspects it, "Geez, what did you do to piss her off?"

I shrug, "Honestly, I've got no idea." Shuffling over to the closet, I grab my spare jacket before heading out towards the training fields again. "I'll see you boys later."

"See ya, (y/n)." Jin calls out as the door shuts behind me.

The sun beats down on my back and I dread the minute I will have to put on my jacket to train. Arena policy. Can't train without the protective jackets but in the summer, it's awful.

"Hey! (y/n)!" Taehyung calls from my right.

"Hey, Tae." I wave him over and he jogs over to walk in step with me.

"Headed to another training?" He asks, nodding at my jacket folded over my arm.

"You guessed it." I confirm his suspicion.

"What happened to your other jacket?" He notices the different color of my spare.

"The new female got riled up and nearly took me out." I retell the previous training session, "My jacket took the brunt of the force but I still got to get to the others."

"Must've been pretty bad for you to have to get your spare." Taehyung comments.

"She nearly burned through the entire back side of my jacket." I sigh, patting my spare jacket, "I don't really know what made her go off like that."

"You know," Taehyung clasps his hands behind his back, "The dragons are pretty susceptible to people's emotions. Especially their trainers. You're happy, they're happy. You're agitated, they're agitated."

"I know that." I nod, trying keep the uncomfortable thoughts at bay.

"So, what's bugging you?" Taehyung asks, nudging my shoulder.

I keep my lips closed and continue walking.

"Is it the fight you had with Hoseok hyung?" He quietly asks as if to not prod too far.

My footsteps slow slightly. "How did you know?" I wonder, glancing at him.

"Well, you said that your dragon went crazy on you so you had to have been agitated cause nothing in the training areas would cause them to go crazy on a dime." Taehyung explains, quite rapidly, "So I deduced that you had to have been agitated and the only thing that would agitate you is something in your personal life and that would have to be Hoseokie hyung."

I fully stop and turn to face Taehyung, "Tae, come on."

Taehyung sighs, "Hoseok hyung told me." But quickly corrects himself, "No details but just that you had a fight."

"We did." I admit, "But I can't focus on that right now. I have a dragon to train." I muster the best smile I can before starting to walk towards the training arena.

"You should talk to him." Taehyung says once he reaches pace with me again.

"I will." I brush his suggestion off.

"Soon." Teahyung keeps pushing, "Otherwise the dragons are going to get more agitated the longer you're agitated."

"I got it, Tae." I snap at him, immediately realizing my tone of voice. "Sorry." I apologize.

"It's okay. I just want to make sure you are, so you don't get really hurt later on." Taehyung explains himself though he really doesn't need too.

"I know." I nod, "But I have things to do and I need to be focused so I can't focus on that."

"Go train." Taehyung pushes me ahead, "But talk to hyung later!"

I smile and wave him away as I approach the training arena. The sunlight pours through the glass ceiling of the football stadium sized building.

Namjoon walks into the arena with Gilli trailing behind him.

"She's all ready for you, (y/n)!" Namjoon jogs over to me.

Pushing all thoughts of the fight with Hoseok to the very back burner, I smile and chat with Namjoon.

"That's good to hear." I comment, pulling my jacket over my shoulders. "Are you sticking around?"

Namjoon nods, "I've got nothing better to do."

"No paper work?" I ask, shocked.

"Nope." Namjoon smiles, "Nothin. Nada. Zip."

I nod in contempt, "Alright. Now watch me kick butt."

Namjoon chuckles as he stands at the edge and I move towards the waiting dragon.

"Hey Gilli!" I call out to her.

She gives off a low rumble in greeting, slightly lower than normal.

"Alright, come on, girl," I hold out my hand to establish the initial connection needed for every encounter. She bends her neck down and lightly pushes her nose against my hand.

The first few exercises go smoothly and Gilli is proving to been improving. My skin is damp with sweat and the sun isn't letting up.

I sit on Gilli's back as she walks laps around the arena to keep her moving while I take a breather. The soothing rocking of her body lulls me into a zoned out thought space and for a second I forget where I am and what I don't want to remember.

"If you take on another dragon, you won't have time for anything else." Hoseok argues with me. "When will you have time for me?"

Gilli jerks to the right, nearly knocking me off her back. I try to grab onto the something but without her harness on, I slip down her back and tumble into the sand.

"Fuck." I mutter under my breath, realizing my agitation made her agitated.

Gilli runs towards the North end of the arena while I try to regain my balance and footing. As I stand to full height. she turns and sits, waiting. I read her body and take a step forward. Gilli's eyes squint slightly at me but she makes no moves.

Another step and Gilli lowers her head and widens her stance.

"Shit." I breathe out, knowing I may be in some trouble.

"Gilli, come on, love." I call out, holding up both of my hands, a sign that I have nothing that could hurt her.

A low rumble emits from her throat as I take another step. Swallowing hard, I watch as she begins to lower herself into an attack stance.

"Gilli, girl, come on." I make a last call but she pulls back and in a second is charging straight towards me.

Knowing she can't make sharp turns, I watch her come closer and closer until the last second. Then I dodge to the side, out her of path. She continues past me and stops just before the south end. Breathing hard, I watch while she pauses and turns around. Her breathing matches mine and her wings unfurl, beating twice before stilling at her sides.

"Gilli." I say to her, "I'm sorry. I haven't been level headed. That's all my fault." I sense who I assume is Namjoon moving somewhere in my peripheral.

I take two steps towards her but before I can register her actions, she's charging towards me.

"(y/n)!"

Before I can move my body, I'm knocked to the ground, out of the way of Gilli as she takes flight in the small arena.

"What's wrong with Gilli?" Hoseok's strained voice asks as he helps me to my feet.

I turn to look at him, bewildered at how he got here. "I-I was agitated for a split second and she caught onto it."

Hoseok tuts but Gilli's roar directs our attention back to her.

Gilli faces Hoseok and I. She rears back and her neck swells with the flame rushing through her body.

I watch as she opens her mouth and I can see the tip of her fire breath but Hoseok grabs me and pulls me to the ground, face down. His arms wrapped protectively around me. The heat from Gilli's breath seeps through my already heated clothing but it soon stops.

"Gilli, heal." Namjoon instructs her and then turns to us, "I've got her, you two can get up now."

Hoseok moves from my side and offers me a hand but I ignore his help and stand on my own. I look at Namjoon who's on a calm Gilli's back and take a deep breath.

"Can you take her back, Namjoon?" I ask, holding back a tsunami of emotions.

"Yupp." Namjoon agrees and begins to lead Gilli out of the arena.

Without another word, I walk towards the exit of the arena. Sliding off my jacket, I focus on what damage was caused to it rather than the emotions that hide just below the surface.

"(y/n)." Hoseok calls for me, "Wait."

The back of this jacket is also burned to the point of no use. I sigh in frustration and throw the jacket to the floor.

"This one, too. Dammit." I mutter as Hoseok's footsteps approach me.

"Hey." He grabs my shoulders and looks at me. "Are you okay?"

"Fine." I mutter, not meeting his gaze.

"What were you even thinking about to get Gilli that agitated?" He asks, not releasing my shoulders.

"Nothing." I answer flatly and glance at my burned jacket on the floor, "I have to go get another set of jackets. Ugh I can't believe I went through two of them in a day." I clench my hand into a fist. "Leah's going to kill me."

"I'll get you more jackets, it's fine." Hoseok reassures me, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm fine." I try to shake him off but he holds on tighter.

"You were agitated." Hoseok now pushes, "Why were you agitated? You know you can't be agitated like that around them. It doesn't ever, ever go well."

"You think I don't know that?" I finally look him in the eyes. "I lost my grip for a split second. And it won't happen again."

Hoseok finally releases my shoulders and runs a hand through his hair, "What were you thinking about that made you like that?"

I chew on my lip, wondering if I want to have the conversation here, in an empty hallway.

Hoseok sighs, "If it's about what I said last night.." He starts before stopping himself, looking at me for any response.

"Of course it's about what you said last night, Hobi." I reply to him, "You essential told me that I don't care about you or our relationship and by taking on another dragon, something that I love doing, I would be ignoring you and us." Finally the pent up emotions from last night begin to show themselves. "Hobi, you questioned my entire work career and my entire relationship with you. Of course someone would be shaken and unsure of everything after hearing that. And it's not easy to keep it all in check. So I'm sorry that I zoned out for a split second on Gilli's back and thought of last night which got Gilli all upset." I exhale, pressing my hands to my temple.

"(y/n)," Hoseok reaches out his hands.

"But is it really my fault for loving what I do?" I continue, interrupting him. "And for loving you? Why can't I have both? Why can't I decide for myself if I can handle another dragon or not? I can, you know." I frantically move my hands, "Aerlo's about to be released so I would have time to fill with her training spots open. And there are other probationary trainers that need training and we're already short on staff and I'm one of the best trainers here." My eyes search the hallway walls, searching for everything and nothing simultaneously.

"Hey, hey." Hoseok grabs both of my hands and makes me look at him. "First of all, no, it is not your fault that you love your job or that you're one of the best at it. Second, I'm the one who should be apologizing for putting you between those choices like that." He glances away and then back to me, "What I said last night was stupid and, and out of line. I was just worried that you were going to tire yourself out and that you would get hurt."

I start to collect myself and listen to what he's saying.

"It was late and I was coming off of a bad day and I know I didn't actually mean those words." Hoseok explains, "When you told me you were taking on a new dragon, I just, it felt like another stroke of bad luck on an already crappy day. I just - You really should do what you want, (y/n)." Hoseok looks at me with certain eyes, "You and I always get new dragons and this time should be no different. I know that. It's your job as a trainer to take on new dragons." Hoseok looks down at his feet, "It was such a dumb thought, I'm sorry."

I release on my hands and lift his head up, "Hobi, we both must've been having a crap day." I give a small smile, "I probably wasn't in my right mind either. It's okay. I probably shouldn't have pushed so hard. I didn't know what kind of day you were having and it wasn't exactly fair."

"No, you were fair, (y/n)." Hoseok interrupts me and then warps me in a tight hug, "I'm sorry."

I nod into his shoulder and wraps my arms around his torso. "It's okay."

Hoseok gives off a breath laugh, "I think I fully understand the meaning of not going to bed with a fight unresolved."

I smile, "With our line of work, we really should stick to that."

"Let's take the rest of the day off." Hoseok suggests, pulling back. "After your last training session, you could say you need to take the day off. Recoup and all."

I eye him with suspicion, "And what will you say to get out of your work?"

"I may have already found substitutes for my trainings." Hoseok smiles, happily.

"How?" I ask.

Hoseok shrugs, "Just know that I did."

"What would we do?" I wonder.

He bends down and picks up my burnt jacket from the floor, "Well, for starters, we could get you a new set of training gear considering your gear is now... well, unusable." He chuckles at the state of my jacket.

"That would be a good plan." I comment.

"Then after, we can just hang around and relax and re-energize ourselves." Hoseok suggests.

I nod, "I like that."

"Well, then, (y/n)," Hoseok slings my jacket over his shoulder, "Shall we head out to replace your gear and then relax?"

I grab his free hand and smile, "We shall."

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Hearts Don't Break Round Here v

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word count: 15k

Chanyeol x Reader x Sehun

Genre: Angst. Fluff. Romance

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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Chanyeol was trying to concentrate on what the teacher was saying but Baekhyun was making it a very difficult task. He was trying to caught his attention since he arrived at the school this morning.

The tall boy was never late for class but today he had decided to enter at the last minute before the classes began so he couldn’t talk with Baekhyun. He was so mad at him because he had asked you to go with him to the ball and you had accepted it without a second thought. Even when he had told his friend to leave you alone, he took advantage of the situation and played his cards well. Now, he would get to be stuck with you for an entire night dancing and talking. That thought made him boiled. His mind went back to last night’s argument. He knew he had said some harsh things at you but he felt hurt and angry at that moment and he didn’t think what was coming out of his mouth. When you yelled at him that he hadn’t asked you to go to the ball with him he felt a pang in his heart.

Of course I would have asked her to go with me. She thinks I’m going with my cousin because I want to?. I have thought that asking someone like her wasn’t even allowed!. He thought furiously, referring to fact that you were not a rich girl. He huffed and rested his head above his notebook.

There was also the concern he felt because you weren’t ready for that kind of social interaction. - The reason why he and Baekhyun said this kind of gatherings were boring it’s not only because of the music that was played there. There was also the fact in which all the people will spend the whole night talking about businesses, how many trips they had made this year and more superficial topics. What he feared the most was that you, being a “new face” to them, will get questioned about all of those things and how will you handle it.

“Yeol” Baekhyun whispered so Chanyeol could look at him but the other boy not even budge.

“Pst... Yeol” The brown haired boy called him again and Chanyeol ignored him.

“What’s up with you mate?. Yesterday you were acting weird before I left for home.” Baekhyun nudged him slightly with his elbow and the tall boy turned to look at him annoyed. “I’m not in the mood of talking, ok?” Chanyeol muttered angrily and Baekhyun looked at him weirded out.

“Come on, tell me what has you like that” The brown haired boy said.

“You” Chanyeol said sternly and focused his gaze at the front again.

“Mrs. Tomlinson, could I seat next to Kyungsoo? I can’t see well from here.” Chanyeol asked his teacher. He and Baekhyun knew the tall boy could see without a problem from his place and that he was lying just to get away from the shorter boy. The lady who was writing on the chalkboard turned to look at him and then at the empty spot next to the boy’s classmate.

“You can but do it quietly and No talking with Mr. Do, understand?” The woman said to him as Chanyeol was gathering his things and went to sit over next to Kyungsoo. Baekhyun looked at him baffled and scoffed once he saw his friend sitting at the other table and ignored him.

It was brake time and Chanyeol exited the classroom quickly. He was walking rapidly since he wasn’t planning to have lunch with Baekhyun but he wasn’t quickly enough though since his friend caught up with him and grabbed his arm firmly to make him stop.

“Why are you mad at me?” Baekhyun asked him seriously. Chanyeol shook his arm so the other boy released it.

“You used what I had told you about the committee as an excuse for you to invite y/n to the ball” Chanyeol said sternly.

“It wasn’t an excuse. I really don’t want to dance with older women and have the other boys and girls mocking at me” Baekhyun countered back.

“So you don’t want people making fun of you but you don’t have a problem with them making fun of her?” Chanyeol asked him, his features hardened as an iceberg.

“What are you talking about? Why would they make fun of her?” Baekhyun asked confused, not following his friend’s train of thought. “You know how people behave at the ball. What do you think they are going to say once everyone there find out she is a servant.? How is she going to explain that her father is not a rich men or that her mother isn’t part of a group of the ones my mother and yours attend to because she is too busy being a maid at my house?” Chanyeol asked him.

Baekhyun tried to say something but there was not a decent answer on his brain at that moment. Truth is, that didn’t cross his mind and he only thought that if he got you a nice dress, there wouldn’t be a problem at all.

“I... didn’t think about that” The shorter boy admitted.

“Clearly” Chanyeol sneered.

“Ok, I mess it up on that but I can come up with something” Baekhyun said, trying to sound as confidently as he could.

“You better. If she gets put to shame due to your stupid idea of inviting her, consider our friendship done” Chanyeol said seriously and kept walking.

Baekhyun looked at his friend walking away and sighed in frustration. The tall boy’s words made him realized that he is going to make you enter in a cave full of wolves ready to tear you apart. Now he was worried with how he could save you from it and also his friendship with Chanyeol.

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After school Chanyeol went straight to his house. He was getting inside when Mr. Carson appeared and received him as usual but he could notice there was something off on the grown man’s features.

“Good afternoon Mr. Park” Carson said to him.

“Hello Carson” He said as he handed his jacket to the man for him to put it in the closet.

“Where’s Nana?” Chanyeol asked him.

“I saw her going upstairs although I do not know where she was heading” The man answered him.

Your friend nodded in understanding “Thank you Carson” he said politely.

“My pleasure Sir” Mr. Carson said.

Chanyeol started climbing the stairs but he couldn’t help turning around to look at the old man and asked him. “Carson?” Chanyeol said.

“Yes sir” Mr. Carson turned to look at him.

“Are you ok?” Chanyeol asked him concerned.

Mr. Carson kept looking at him without saying a word for a briefly moment but his serious features never faltered.

“I’m as good as I can be Sir. Thank you for asking” The old man said unfazed.

“Ok” Chanyeol said although he wasn’t so sure about it.

Once he reached the second floor he walked across the hall and saw your grandma coming out of his room.

“Nana” Chanyeol said as he was approaching the old woman.

“I’m glad you are home Mr. Chanyeol” Nana said and smiled softly at the boy.

Chanyeol let his bag dropped to the floor and engulfed your grandma in a hug. Nana was surprised at the sudden gesture but she closed her arms around the boy as she heard him released a long sigh. “To what do I owe this sudden hug attack?” Nana asked him amused.

“I had a long day and I needed it” Chanyeol said tiredly as he let his chin rest over her shoulder while his body was leaning in an awkward position. Your grandma let out a soft chuckle and rubbed his back soothingly.

“Come on, lets get you something to eat and you can tell me what happened to you while I keep you company” Nana said as she opened the door from Chanyeol’s room so he could left all his belongings inside.

“I can’t tell you” Chanyeol said.

“Why not? You have always told me the things that burden you” You grandma said confused.

“This one I can’t. It’s grown man’s stuff” Chanyeol explained.

Nana looked at him quizzically “Ok Mr. Grown Man. If you don’t want to tell me what is bothering you, don’t do it” She said sarcastically as the both of them were walking towards the dining room.

“Ahg... Nana” Chanyeol whined. “Fine... I’ll tell you but you can’t tell anyone about it”. Chanyeol gave the old lady a serious look and she nodded.

While Chanyeol was eating he told Nana about his fight with Baekhyun. He didn’t say anything about your guys argument from last night though nor that he was jealous of his friend for inviting you. The moment he saw your grandma’s bewildered expression and then the big frown that came after that he knew that it has not been a good idea to tell her about you going to the ball.

She sighed heavily once the black haired boy finished talking “Oh! that girl is going to kill me. What was she thinking when she agreed to that invitation?” She asked, not expecting an answer and shaking her head in disapproval. Chanyeol kept quiet and looked at your grandma raising up from her seat.

“Oh but she will hear me. She will have to turn down that invitation and the sooner she does it the better” The old lady was visibly upset as she started walking across the room and towards the entrance of it so she could headed to the kitchen. Chanyeol at hearing that rised up from his seat so fast that the chair swung a little before stopping on its place. He ran towards the entrance and blocked the way so he could stopped the woman from walking out of the room.

“No Nana. You can’t tell her anything about what I have just told you. You promised me not to” Chanyeol said worriedly.

“I’m sorry but what that girl is going to do is mad and I won’t let her do that if it’s in my hands to prevent it” Your grandma said firmly.

“But if you say something to her she will know I was the one who told you about it” Chanyeol said desperately, trying to convinced her from not scolding you.

“I won’t mention your name. Now let me pass” Nana said as she look at the tall boy sternly.

Chanyeol tried to put up his best pleading face but he knew that this time it wouldn’t work. After a few seconds of looking at your grandma’s hard gaze over him he let out a sigh in resignation and lowered his arms to let her pass. She passed next to him without saying a word. Chanyeol heard the clacking of her heels as she walked away and towards the kitchen. He raised his hands at the ceiling and groaned in frustration.

I need to stop her before she gets to y/n Chanyeol thought and went after her.

Once he crossed the hall he heard someone approaching and turned to looked around. It was Jongin, he was carrying some flowers pots to take them to the garden.

“Jongin” Chanyeol said loudly and startled the other boy that could barely see due to the plants.

“What?” Jongin said.

“Leave that. You have to help me to stop Nana from scolding at Y/n” Chanyeol said hastily.

“I don’t understand. Why is she scolding her?” Jongin left the pot on the floor and looked at his friend.

“Because I kinda tell her she’s going to the ball. I’ll explain you later, come on” Chanyeol said urgently and took Jongin by his arm so they could go after your grandma.

“You what?! Why did you do that?” Jongin said bewildered as he was running after Chanyeol. Both were going down the stairs rapidly until they reach the floor and passed through the kitchen’s door running.

“It wasn’t intentional” Chanyeol said as they felt a lot of eyes over them.

Some of the cooks, Emy and Mrs. Patmore looked at them in shock at the sudden intrusion. “Boys this is not your playground. You can’t run in here” Mrs. Patmore scolded them.

“Sorry” both boys said at unison “Have you seen my grandma?” Jongin asked them.

“She went to look for y/n at the laundry section” Emy said.

“Thank you” Jongin and Chanyeol said and passed through the back door.

You were finishing folding the clothes and putting them in the different baskets in order to take them to the rooms when you heard your Nana calling for you.

“Here” You said as you took a shirt from the hanger.

“Have you lost your mind child?” Your grandma said.

”Wha...” you were saying but she cuts you off.

“How in the world would you think it would be okay for you to go to a ball made for rich people?” Your grandma asked you.

She was looking at you upset and you notice your brother and Chanyeol running towards the place where you two were standing. You looked at her baffled. How did she find out about it? You thought in concern but after a moment, realization sank on you. You knew Jongin would never give you away so you assumed in has been Chanyeol. Both boys came to a halt, not so far from you so they could still hear what you and your grandma were saying.

“I don’t...” You were saying when she pointed a finger at you.

“Don’t you dare lie to me” Your grandma said sternly.

“It’s true” you sighed “but Nana, Baekhyun asked me for a favor and...” You tried to explain.

“I don’t care if it’s a favor you are not going to that ball” Nana said firmly “You don’t even have the money to buy a dress for that kind of event”.

“No but he said he will get me one” you said.

“Absolutely not! You are a Y/L/N and we don’t accept charity, understood?” Your grandma said out loud.

“It’s not charity, I’ll give it back but he was...” You were saying rapidly.

“Stop trying to convince me, my decision is final. You are not going to that ball if you don’t want your parents to find out about this. You have read too many stories for your own good” Your grandma scoffed.

At the last comment you frowned at her “What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked her.

“That you spend too much time fantasizing about the things you don’t have. It’s time to wake up child, you need to bring your mind back to reality” Your grandma said.

“I live in reality, do you really think this the way I want to live my life?” You said angrily, gesturing at the clothes and baskets around you. “The only thing that makes it bearable are those stories”.

“But they are not real. What do you think would happen if you go to that ball? That the people there would accept you?” Your grandma asked you rhetorically. “We don’t belong in that circle. You have to accept what you have and be grateful for it” The old lady said harshly.

“I’m grateful for it but that doesn’t mean I have to settle with it. We are not going to be here for a long time anyway so why can’t I think of doing something else than cooking or folding clothes?” You asked her, anger building up inside you.

At hearing that Chanyeol frowned in confusion. What does she mean they are not going to be here for a long time? he thought. Concern started growing inside of him. Are they planning to go away? He asked himself and at that moment his attention went back to the argument when he heard your grandma raising her voice.

“Because people like us don’t get to have that kind of chances. You think you can be a writer or something like that?. You know it’s very hard to get a job like those around here, especially for a woman. You don’t even have a preparation for it. People are not going to take you seriously.” Your grandma let out a sigh in frustration.

“Your parents and I have encouraged this hobby of yours so you could stay away from trouble but we’ve never imagined that it will make you think this kind of nonsense was alright” Your grandma said.

You couldn’t believed what Nana was saying to you. She was lecturing you even when she haven’t given you the chance to explain yourself about the whole situation. What had hurt you the most though was the fact that she didn’t believe you could change your life and find a job that would make you happy. You pursed your lips into a fine line, your eyes got watery due to the anger and sadness that you were feeling in that moment.

“Fine, I won’t go. But you are wrong about me, I’ll have a different life from this... Even if you believe in me or not” You said as you wiped the tears that were falling from your cheeks and walked away towards the house. You passed next to Chanyeol and Jongin. Both boys giving you a glum look at hearing your soft sobs and breaths.

“Y/n” Chanyeol called you but you ignored him and kept walking.

“I’ll go with her” Jongin said and ran after you.

Chanyeol sighed and threw a fist at the air. This was not his day at all and If he had the slightest hope that you two be would be back to being ok again, with this he was sure that you’ll ignored him for the rest of his life. That reminded him the words you had said earlier about not being there for a long time.

“Oh, What are you doing here?” Nana said as she turned to look at him, just realizing about Chanyeol’s presence when he let out a breath.

“I...” Chanyeol didn’t know what to answer. “Nana, what did she mean when she said that you won't be here for a long time? Are you leaving the house?” Chanyeol asked her hesitantly. Worry visible on his face.

The old lady sighed, there was tiredness on her features “You should talk to your parents about it. They can explain to you the situation better than I can” she said and headed towards the kitchen’s door.

Chanyeol followed her and said “Why can’t you tell me? Is it something bad?”.

Nana looked at him seriously as she kept walking “Boy, I really think you have to talk to them first” was the only thing she said and went inside the house. Chanyeol saw the lady walk pass the kitchen, loosing sight of her as she climbed up the stairs. His concern and fear were increasing after her words but in that moment he didn’t have the chance to know what they were talking about since his parents weren’t at home and they will arrived only after supper.

I shouldn’t have said anything he reproach himself and went towards his bedroom feeling remorsefully.

You entered the first guest room you could find so you could take a moment and be able to cry without anyone looking for you. That didn’t last long since you heard a knock on the door.

“Y/n?” Jongin’s muffled voice sounded through the door.

“Yes” you sobbed. You heard the door opened and closing and your brother’s footsteps against the wood floor. You felt the matress sank slightly when he sat next to you.

“Why did she has to be so mean?” You sobbed, trying to even your breath and calmed you down but find it hard to do so. Jongin put his arm around you and pull you towards his side.

“She was harsh with her words but I think she didn’t mean them in that way” Jongin tried to calmed you down. You sneered at his comment.

“Her lack of kindness tell me otherwise” You sneered.

“She’s just worried about you having to deal with unpleasant situations at the ball” Jongin explained. Deep down, he was also worried about it but he decided not to lecture you too. Maybe with this ball she will finally come around about the difference between us and them he thought.

“But that's not what I'm upset about, it’s about the thing she said. That I live in a fantasy because I want to work on something else and not being a servant forever. Why is it so bad to dream that?” You asked him upset.

“There’s nothing wrong with it. Maybe she sees it in that way because if you don’t get to change it then you will feel frustrated and miserable the rest of your life” Your brother explained.

“Sometimes I feel miserable doing the same things everyday. Don’t you?” You asked him.

Jongin took a moment to answer you and let out a heavy sigh “Yeah but right now I can’t change it so I try to see the good sides of it” He said and gave you a little smile.

You cupped his cheek softly “I wish I could be like you in that sense” you said.

“You’ll be. Aging makes us wiser” He said.

You snorted at his comment “Whatever you said super old boy who’s only two years older than me” you said sarcastically. Jongin ruffled your hair and you smacked his hand away from your head. “Hey!” You complained.

Jongin chuckled and rested his hand on his lap. You pouted at him but at seeing his mischievous face a smile crept up your lips.

“Thank you Nini. You are the only one that understands me” You said and leaned your head over his shoulder.

“Anytime Bugsy” He said as he stroked your hair.

After a moment you remembered the cause of all this ruckus “I’m gonna kill him” You muttered. “It was Chanyeol, wasn’t it?” You lifted your gaze towards your brother’s face.

“Ah... he didn’t mean to though. You know how his mouth sometimes gets loose when he’s talking with Nana or us”. Jongin tried to excuse his friend.

“He did this on purpose because he was mad about me going to the ball with Baekhyun” You countered back.

“You should talk to him. Give him the benefit of the doubt so he can explain himself” Jongin suggested. You scoffed at it since you were reluctant to that idea.

“I’ll never talk to him again” you said annoyed. You got up from the bed and went over the mirror that was located next to the dresser. You eyes were puffy and red due to all the crying.

“I look horrible” you said upset at your reflection.

“I’ve seen you worse” Jongin said jokingly and you gave him a pointed look through the mirror. You went over the bathroom and splashed your face with cold water so you could get rid of the puffiness and redness of your eyes.

Once you came out of the bathroom you sighed at your brother.

“Better?” Jongin asked you.

“Yeah” you said as you grabbed your apron from the bed. Jongin stood up and walked towards the door.

“Come on” He said while he opened it “ I still have work to do and so do you”. He motioned you to exited the room.

Once you were outside he closed the door behind him and you said “Hey, could you go with me tomorrow to Baekhyun’s house so I can tell him I’m not going to the ball?. I think it would be better to tell him before he gets a dress for me” You said to your brother as your were walking.

“Sure, we can go in the afternoon” Jongin said nonchalantly and you nodded.

“Thanks”. You said and gave him a little smile.

“No problem” he said and set his gaze at the front.

It was 09 pm and Chanyeol was sprawled on the living room’s couch waiting for his parents to arrived. After dinner he went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. He was hoping to see you and apologized to you but instead he only saw Emy alone cleaning at the floor so he fulfilled his chores quietly. After the argument between you and Nana, Chanyeol was feeling miserably, he went to his room and tried to get distracted by spending time with Toben but even doing that didn’t help to loose the tightness he was feeling in his heart. He also felt anxious about the thing that Nana didn’t want to tell him. At first he thought it was something about your family but after seeing Emy’s sad face in the kitchen and remembering Mr. Carson odd features when he greeted him, he thought maybe there was something worse that involved the whole house. He grabbed a book and tried to read it while waiting but failing at doing so.

“Ahg... why are they taking so long?” He muttered to himself, seconds before he heard the entrance door opened and the voices of Mr. Carson and his parents. He stood up and went to meet them.

“Good night sir, madame” Mr. Carson said as he was closing the door.

“Good night Carson” Both of Chanyeol’s parents said.

“Mum, dad” Chanyeol said as he came out of the living room and into the foyer.

“Son, what are you doing here? You have school tomorrow” Chanyeol’s mother said.

“Can I talk to you two now?” Chanyeol asked them.

“About what?” Chanyeol’s father said to him.

“Is there any problem in this house? Something I’m not aware of?” Chanyeol asked them.

Both his parents looked at each other for a moment before his father said “Let’s go to the studio”.

The man walk pass Chanyeol and followed straight towards the room. Her mother sighed heavily and went after him alongside with their son. Once inside, Chanyeol’s father explained to him their situation. Chanyeol couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He didn’t care about the fact that they weren’t rich anymore. The only thing he was concerned about was what would happen to all the employees. He was sad to know that many of them would have to leave, which reminded him of your words.

“But what about Nana and her family... Carson, Mr. Patmore. Emy? They are coming with us, right?” Chanyeol asked his father.

“The only one that’s coming with us is Carson. Your grandma accepted to have him as a second butler. The rest of them will have to find another job” The man said to Chanyeol and he look at him wide eyed.

“But they have to come with us. Nana and her family I mean. They have been with us their whole life, they are like our family” Chanyeol said desperate.

“We care about them and I’ll will help them to get a job as soon as they can but they are not part of our family Chanyeol, do not get mistaken about that” His father said firmly. Chanyeol looked at him angrily “How can you say that? They have always taken care of us. Nana raised me. And Jongin and Y/n are my friends” he said outraged.

“They do that because it is their job. We are paying them for it” Chanyeol’s father pointed out.

“Nana has affection for all of us. They have given me love and their friendship, that weren’t part of their duties” Chanyeol argued back.

“Listen, I could barely pay for your college’s tuition. My duty as the head of this family is to watch for your mother’s and yours well being.” The man looked at Chanyeol sternly.

“Fine, I won’t go to college then” Chanyeol said firmly and his father looked at him angrily.

“Don’t be absurd” His father said dismissively.

“I’m being serious about it. If paying the tuition is what is keeping you from not taking them with us then I don’t want to go to college. I’ll work hard so I can save money and go to college later on” Chanyeol explained with a big frown on his forehead.

“I will not listen to this nonsense of yours, Chanyeol. You will do what I say and that’s final” The man said angrily.

“That’s your problem, you never listen to anyone but yourself and your decisions not only affects you but my mother and me as well” Chanyeol spat.

“Chanyeol” His mother intervened when she saw that their anger was increasing.

“Tell me I am wrong mother. He had never asked for your opinion in the money decisions and this is the consequence of that.“ Chanyeol pointed out.

”You insolent brat! go to your room before I lose the little sanity I still have” His father roared and signaled the door.

“C/F/N” The woman raised her voice and hold Chanyeol’s arm.

“Go” She said to Chanyeol “I need to talk to your father”. She gave the tall boy a serious look. Chanyeol’s eyes were getting watery due to the anger he was feeling but he knew that the look his mother was giving him meant she wouldn't argue about it. He let out a frustrated sigh and stormed out of the studio.

You were braiding your hair, getting ready to go to sleep when you heard a crack on your window. You stopped for a second to look at it but found nothing strange outside so you kept doing your hair. You thought maybe it was the wind since the glasses and doors started creaking during this time of the year due to the cold. You heard another crack and another after it coming from the window only this time the sound was louder.

“What?” You said intrigued.

You approached to the window and looked outside of it. You huffed at seeing Chanyeol standing outside your house with one of his hands full of tiny rocks or at least that was what you assumed he was throwing at. You opened it and stuck your head out. Chanyeol saw you taken aback. He had thought he was throwing rocks at Jongin’s window.

“What do you want?” You asked him annoyed.

“I am... sorry” Chanyeol said nervously. If looks could kill I would probably be dead by now he thought as you looked at him hardly.

“I have thought it was Jongin’s window” Chanyeol rushed to say.

“Ahg...” you rolled your eyes at him “it’s the other window” you said and pointed at the dark window next to yours.

“Oh” Chanyeol said, embarrassment showed all across his face “thank...” he was saying as you got your head in and slammed the window hardly enough so he could see you were upset.

“You” he trailed off.

He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration and shook his head as if to clear it up.

He knew he had to made up with you but right now he needed to talk to the only friend he hadn't had a fight with. He went to stood below Jongin’s window and started throwing rocks again.

You sat upset in your bed when you heard Chanyeol throwing rocks at your brother’s window. You sneered at it.

He doesn’t know his friend? you thought to yourself. It would take a rock of the size of a meteorite for Jongin to hear it and wake up.

You stoop up and went over to your brother’s room only to find him already sleep. “Jongin” you called him as you shook him gently.

“Jongin, wake up” you said and shook him harder this time. The boy frowned and said something you didn’t understand.

“What?” You asked him.

“Is work time already?” He said tiredly.

“No, wake up. Your dumb friend is outside” you said irritated. Jongin opened his eyes and got up from the bed.

“What? Why?!” Jongin asked you, trying to concentrate.

“I don’t know. Asked him yourself” you said as you turn on the lamp on his nightstand and went back to your room. Jongin went to his window and opened it. He saw the tall boy and asked “What are you doing here so late?”.

“I need to talk to you. Can you come down?” Chanyeol said to his friend.

Jongin sighed tiredly “I’m tired Chanyeol, I want to sleep”

“Please” Chanyeol insisted.

Jongin groaned “Fine but let’s make it quick” he said. He shut down his window and went over the house entrance to meet his friend.

Chanyeol told your brother about the argument he had with his father. Jongin listened intently the whole time, yawning from time to time due to his tiredness.

“I really hate my dad right now” Chanyeol said bitterly.

“There’s no point in it. You still have to live him them” Jongin yawned.

“I feel so impotent” Chanyeol said, you could hear the frustration in his voice.

“Why?” Jongin asked him.

“Because I wasn’t able to change his mind” Chanyeol said, shrinking a little. ”You couldn't do anything and what had happened was not your fault” Jongin explained.

“How can you not be angry at all of this?. At him?” Chanyeol asked him, referring to his father.

“I am angry but not at your parents nor you. After all, the money that your father lost was yours. You could use it as napkins and I wouldn’t even care.” Jongin said. “The thing I’m mad about is the fact that the future of my family and my own depended on you.“ Jongin said seriously. Chanyeol looked at his friend, this was probably the first time that he had complained about his social position so openly. - Jongin used to always make jokes about it or doing his tasks without any complain. Ever since the day they talked about the tall boy’s feelings for you was when Chanyeol understood a little bit more the differences between the two of them. He never had to worry about getting money to support their parents or just to have something to eat at the table. Now, he would know that feeling but for some odd reason he wasn’t concerned or at least not as much as he thought he should be.- “What are you going to do?” Chanyeol asked him.

“ I don’t know yet” Jongin said sincerely.

“And y/n and the rest of your family?” Chanyeol said sadly.

“Look for another job around here or maybe at downtown” Jongin said.

“Is she very mad at me?” Chanyeol asked his friend although deep down he knew the answer.

“Considering she almost ripped my arm off when she woke me up I would say yes” Jongin said.

Chanyeol sighed and looked at the sky “It really wasn’t my intention to turn Nana against her”.

“They haven’t talked to each other yet” Jongin pointed out.

“I feel that with y/n I will have to apologize for the rest of my life” Chanyeol said regretfully.

“Maybe not your whole life. I’ll say it will take for her 30 years to forgive you” Jongin said teasingly. Chanyeol nudged him playfully and Jongin laughed. The tall boy joined his laugh and after a moment both went quiet.

“I don’t want to go without you” Chanyeol said with a hoarse voice. His eyes prickling with the tears that were forming in his eyes. Jongin looked at his friend’s miserable features and he couldn’t help the tears on his eyes too.

“Me neither” Your brother trailed off.

“This is the worst day of my life” Chanyeol said quietly. Jongin padded his friend’s back in a soothing way and nodded at his words. “Mine too” The brown haired boy said and both boys kept looking at the sky during the silent night.

The next day you and Jongin were entering Baekhyun’s manor front gates. It was a big house but not as big as Chanyeol’s, with the reddish color of the bricks that covered the facade. It had a huge front yard too, painted with orange and golden leaves due to the season and in the center of it was a fountain with the figure of an Angel at the top.

“What are you going to tell him?” Jongin asked you.

“The truth. That my grandma prohibited me from going” You said bluntly.

“If you want to go, you should try talking with Nana again” Jongin suggested.

“You sa it. She is not going to listen” you said matter of factly and rang on the doorbell.

“Good afternoon”. A maid from Baekhyun’s house said.

“Good afternoon miss. I’m y/n and this is my brother Jongin. We are looking for Mr. Baekhyun Byun” You said politely and the woman looked at you weirded out. “Can you tell me the reason of your visit?” The maid asked you suspiciously.

“It’s regarding the ball” You said.

“Wait here. I will have to check that with Mr. Byun“ She said and closed the door in your guys faces.

“Thanks for the hospitlity” you said sarcastically.

“Don’t take it personal. Maybe she’s confused that 2 servants are looking for one of her bosses”. Jongin said.

In that moment Baekhyun opened the door and smiled at you two.

“Y/n, Jongin. It’s so good to see you. Please come inside” The boy said excitedly and step aside so you and your brother could walk inside. “Susan, Ms. Y/n and Mr. Jongin are my friends and they are welcome here so I would appreciate if you let them in as soon as they arrive” Baekhyun said to the woman.

“As you wish Sir.” Susan said unfazed and walked out towards the dining room. The three of you watched her go and Baekhyun clasped his hands “Ok, so what brings you here?. I may say I wasn’t expecting this visit but Susan said it was something regarding the ball. Let’s go to the living room and we can talk there, shall we?” Baekhyun said and motioned you towards the room. Jongin headed first towards it.

“Ladies first” Baekhyun said and you followed your brother with the other boy walking a few steps behind you.

“Would you like anything to drink?. I know it’s a long way from Chanyeol’s house and you must be thirsty” Baekhyun said and went towards the wall to ring the bell for someone to come.

“We are good thank you” Jongin rushed to say. Baekhyun stared at you confused for a second and let go of the bell.

“Ok” The brown haired boy said as he took a seat in front of you and your brother

“We don’t have much time and I just want to tell you that I can’t go to the ball with you. I’m sorry” you said apologetically.

The smile on Baekhyun’s face was slowly fading away. “May I ask why?” Baekhyun said confused.

You felt bad at seeing his sad face. “My grandma found out about it and she didn’t like the idea so she prohibited me from going. I’m really, really sorry Baekhyun” You said, remorse visible on your face.

“I know your grandma. Maybe if you tell her I’m desperate she would be ok with that” Baekhyun said worryingly.

“We fought because she didn’t want to listen to me. I don’t think she will listen to me now” You said sadly. Baekhyun looked at you with remorse “I’m sorry I caused you troubles” he said sincerely.

“Don’t feel bad about it. She still has some old believings” You said.

“I’m sorry to intrude but y/n, we have to get back to the manor. It’s getting late and I still have some things to do before the day is over” Jongin said as he was standing up.

“Let me take you back to the house” Baekhyun said to both of you.

“Thank you but we don’t want to disturb you” You said as you stoop up.

“Not at all. I don’t have any lessons today and Joseph is available... And also I want to talk to your grandma if you are ok with that. I think if she doesn’t listen to you then at least she will have to listen to me, right?” Baekhyun said hopefully. You and Jongin looked at each other as if talking in a secret language with your eyes that only the two of you could understand. Baekhyun waited hesitantly watching you two exchanging looks.

“You could try” Jongin said and shrugged.

“Y/n...” Baekhyun said, seeking for your approval.

”You can't make her mad any more than she already is... I hope so.” You said and Baekhyun gave you a little smile.

“Ok then, I’ll get the car ready. Wait here” He said and went out of the room in search of his driver.

When you arrived at the manor Jongin left you and Baekhyun at the kitchen’s back door.

“Do you think Chanyeol is going to get mad if he finds out I’m here?” Baekhyun asked you hesitantly. -On the way back to Chanyeol’s house, Baekhyun told you and Jongin about his argument with your friend. For you it was weird what he had said as Chanyeol words sounded like your grandma’s. But then I don’t understand, if he was concerned about people mocking at me at the ball, why did he say I didn’t offer to go with him? You thought confused.

“Don’t worry, he’s at his music lesson. He won’t be here until supper” You assured him. Baekhyun nodded and stooped walking once you reach the kitchen’s door.

“She must be here” you said to him “wait here, I won’t take long, ok?”.

“Yes” Baekhyun said and you entered the house.

You walked silently, careful that no other kitchen worker saw you or else Mrs. Patmore would put you to work as soon as possible. You spotted Nana coming out of Mrs. Carson office and walked straight towards her.

“Y/G/N there’s someone who is waiting outside looking for you” you said firmly. Nana turned to look at you “I’m not expecting any visitors and I’m busy” she said firmly.

“It’s Mr. Baekhyun. He wants to talk to you. I told him you won’t listen but he insisted” you said, standing straighter and not letting your grandma to notice your nervousness.

“Good heavens child!” The old lady said in frustration “Where is he?”.

“Outside the kitchen’s back door” you answered.

“Why didn’t you let him in?” She said in astonishment as she rushed to walk to the kitchen. “Because he is only here to see you and you said that any visitors for us can’t walk inside the house” you pointed out and your grandma rolled her eyes at you.

“Oh! That you do listen” she said as she opened the door and went outside with you following behind.

Baekhyun was pacing around and got startled when he heard the door being open abruptly and watched you and Nana coming out from it. “Hey Nana!” Baekhyun said shyly.

“Mr. Baekhyun, what are you doing here?” Nana asked the boy. “I want to talk to you. I believe it’s my fault that you and y/n are mad at each other so I wanted to clear things up” Baekhyun said solemnly.

“I appreciate all the trouble you took by coming here but I won’t allow her to go to that ball” Your grandma said seriously.

“Can we talk? It would be for only a couple of minutes and then I’ll go” Baekhyun asked your grandma politely. She looked at you and you got the hint that she wanted for you to leave the two of them alone.

“I’m gonna go. Emy should be looking for me” you said and went inside again. Your grandma looked at Baekhyun and nodded “Alright then, let’s talk” she said and Baekhyun gulped.

You heard the clock announcing 06 pm, an hour before supper. You were worried since you hadn’t heard anything from your grandma and Baekhyun. You wanted to check on them before but Mrs. Patmore was keeping you busy, telling you to do one thing after the other without a break. You were walking towards the kitchen’s cellar when your grandma opened the door and called for you. “Y/n, come here” The old lady said and motioned for you to go outside. You walked quickly and went out. You saw Baekhyun standing there and smiling shyly at you.

“What’s going on?” You asked to no one in particular.

“After talking with Mr. Baekhyun I have decided that you can go with him to the ball” Your grandma said solemnly. You looked from one to the other baffled.

“He had some good arguments and he exposed them in a very polite and reasonable way so I think it would be suitable for you to with him” Your grandma said.

You looked at your friend “Did you put a spell on her or something like that?” You asked him surprised.

“I’m very charming” Baekhyun said jokingly.

You grandma cleared her throat and both of you returned your attention to her “That being said, I want to apologize to you Y/n. I should have let you explain yourself and not have reacted so hastily”.

You looked at her wide eyed for a moment “it’s ok grandma. I accept your apologies” you said quietly and your grandma gave you a little side smile.

“Now, regarding the ball there are some rules young lady. I already talk about them with Mr. Baekhyun and I will talk to you when we get home.”

“Yes ma’am” you said out loud.

“I have to get back to check on the dinner. You should go and walk Mr. Baekhyun to his car. After that come back to the kitchen to set the table for the rest of us” Your grandma said and you and Baekhyun nodded.

“Good night Mr. Baekhyun” Your grandma said as she opened the door to walked inside. Baekhyun moved swiftly and embraced Nana in a tight hug.

“Thank you Nana. You are an Angel walking on this earth” the boy said and squeezed her a little bit. Your grandma yelped and rolled her eyes at him but smiled nevertheless.

“Let me go boy or you are going to brake my back” Your grandma said and you laughed at them.

“Sorry. I’ll be gentler next time” Baekhyun said and waved her goodbye. After the door closed you smiled at him

“How did you convince her?” You asked him as you two walked towards the house entrance.

“I said to her that I was really desperate and that you were the only female friend I could ask this favor for. And I begged... like a lot” Baekhyun said and you laughed.

“Well you need to teach us how to do a convincing begging because this is one of the few times in which she has changed her mind” You said. “Sure! I charge $3 the hour” He said playfully.

You two arrived at the place where Baekhyun’s car and Joseph were waiting.

“Thank you Baek” you said and smiled at him.

“I’m the one that is thankful to you” Baekhyun returned the smile.“Oh and before I forget about it. Tomorrow I’m going to fetch the dress I got for you and Joseph will bring it to you on Thursday, ok?”

“Yes. Thank you” You said to him and Joseph, who was standing beside the car and both smiled at you.

“Well, we should be going” Baekhyun said and waited for Joseph to open the car’s door.

“Have a good night the two of you” You said.

“Good night” said both men. Joseph started the engine and Baekhyun waved at you. You waved him goodbye and saw the car drive away.

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It was Wednesday afternoon and you were heading downtown to get some errands for Mrs. Patmore. You were walking quickly since it was already 03 pm and you didn’t want to come back when there was no sunlight anymore. Chanyeol was walking through the front gates when he saw you coming his way. Ok this is my chance to talk to her. Don’t blew it Chanyeol He thought and prepared mentally for it.

“Hey y/n. Can we...” Chanyeol was saying when you walked passed and ignored him. Good way to start he thought sarcastically and went after you.

“Y/n” He called for you and quickened his pace to match yours.

“Why are you walking so fast? Where are you going?” Chanyeol asked you but you remain silenced with your eyes at the front.

“You are giving me the silent treatment again?” Chanyeol scoffed. “Fine, you know I can do this all day. You’ll break sooner or later”. You came to a halt and looked at him.

“I thought you were mad at me since you were the one that started the fight.” You said.

“I was... but I am not anymore” Chanyeol stuttered, surprised that you have talked to him so suddenly.

“Good, because I’m still mad at you” you said and continued walking.

“It has been four days since we argued. Why are you still so mad at me?” Chanyeol asked confused.

You sneered at his comment “You really have the nerve to ask that?. Ok let’s see. First, you got mad because I was going to the ball with your friend, even when I already had said it was a favor to him. And then you went with my grandma and gossip her about it and because of that the two of us engaged in an argument. Jeez Chanyeol, I don’t know, maybe I’m being hormonal or something” You said sarcastically and Chanyeol looked at you with remorse.

“Ok, I know that I was wrong for yelling at you the other night but you’re wrong about the incident with Nana. I didn’t tell her anything about you. I have fought with Baekhyun earlier that day at school because he didn’t think things through about inviting you to the ball. When I came home Nana saw I was upset about it and she asked me about what had happened. I told her about the argument I had with him and she went looking for you after that. I didn’t know she would react that way” Chanyeol explained short of breath due to the talking and walking rapidly. You frowned at him and shook your head.

Chanyeol stopped walking to catch his breath and called you. “Y/n please” he said loudly. “I’m sorry” he said between breaths. You stopped and looked back at him.

He walked towards you, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I mean it. I’m so sorry for everything” Chanyeol said, you could see there was honesty in his gaze.

You closed your eyes for a moment and sighed “Ok.” You just said and kept walking. Chanyeol followed you and walked beside you.

“Ok as in I forgive you?” Chanyeol asked you.

“Yes” you said without looking at him.

“Thank you” he said and a smile crept on his lips.

“Can we start talking as always?” The tall boy said.

“Don’t push it” you answered him.

He glance at you amused “Ok, I’ll just walk beside you in silence until your anger has died down”. You rolled your eyes at him but said nothing about it.

When the two of you arrived at the plaza, you left Chanyeol sitting on a bench. He was taking care of the things you had bought at the grocery store while you were at the bakery buying some bread for tonight’s dinner. He was looking through the bag you had left on the bench when you came back empty handed.

“Why didn’t you buy the bread?” Chanyeol asked you.

“They said it will take 15 more minutes for the bread to come out” You said and took a seat beside him. You put the coins into the pocket of your coat when you felt a piece of fabric inside of it. You took it out and looked at it.

It was Chanyeol’s handkerchief. The one he had put over your hand when you got injured. You had washed it after that and had the intention to return it to him but you had forgotten that you had left it on your coat.

Chanyeol was looking at the other side at a couple of people passing by.

You cleared your throat “Chanyeol” you said and the boy turned to look at you.

“Here” you said and extended the handkerchief towards him. “I have forgotten to give it back to you. Thank you”. Chanyeol looked at the white piece of fabric with the first letter of his name sew on it resting over your hand. His gaze settled on your eyes. You were looking at him expectantly.

“Keep it” he said and closed your hand around it.

“But it’s yours. It it the first one you sew. I remembered you said it was your favorite” you said.

“Yeah but you can have it.” He said gently. “I have more since my grandpa used to say a real men should always carry one in case a lady would need one” He laughed at the memory. You looked at it once more before you put it back in your pocket “Thanks” you said shyly.

“No problem” The tall boy smiled sheepishly at you.

You gave him a shy smile and averted your gaze after that.

“So, are you and Nana ok now?” Chanyeol asked you awkwardly.

“Yes” You answered him.

“That’s good” Chanyeol said and you nodded.

“And I’m still going to the ball” You blurted out.

Chanyeol looked at you surprised “Oh” was the only thing that came out of his mouth. “Are you sure?” Chanyeol asked you doubtfully, trying not to make you angry again.

“Yeah, I had already tell Baekhyun I will help him. I can’t break my promise” You said calmly.

Chanyeol gave an intake of breath “Ok” he let out. “I’ll be around just in case you would need my help”.

“Thanks” You said.

Chanyeol kept looking at you. He was still a little bit jealous of Baekhyun but he wanted to have faith that you didn’t feel anything for that boy.

“Y/n” Your friend said hesitantly. You hummed in response and turned your face to see him.

“Do you remember the last time we were sitting here talking and I...” Chanyeol was saying but got cut off by a man approaching the two of you.

“Good afternoon Sir., Miss” the man said cheerfully and made a little bow at you. He looked young. You thought maybe he was in his late 20’s. He was wearing casual clothes, a beret and was carrying around a big camera. “Good afternoon” you and Chanyeol said after recovering from the state of surprise you were in. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. My name is Benedict Hunnam and I’m a photographer as you can see” The man said, gesturing at his camera and carried on “I was wondering if you two could help me. You see, I’m making a proyect for the local’s newspaper about the daily life here in Corsega. My job is to take photos about the city and its people and you seemed to be a very nice couple so I wanted to ask you if I could take a picture of you two.” The man said kindly.

“It’s not like that” Chanyeol said hastily. “We are not…”

“…a couple” You added, your face was red with embarrassment.

“Oh, I see. Sorry for my mistake” Benedict rushed to say.

“But we could help you if you don’t have a problem with that” Chanyeol said.

“Great! Let me just set the camera” Benedict said as he was leaving his bag on the floor and steading the camera.

You looked at Chanyeol stunned and pinched his arm. He grimaced in pain and suppressed a scream. “What?”.

“We can’t be in the newspaper together” You muttered.

“Why not? It’s not like we are going to be on the cover of it anyway.” Chanyeol said nonchalantly.

“Still, You are part of one of the richiest families in this city and I am a servant at your house. Your parents and Nana are going to kill us if they see that picture” You explained.

Chanyeol rolled his eyes at you “Relax. Nana reads them every now and then, My father only reads the front page and the business section and my mom doesn’t even look at it unless one of her friends tells her that there is a scandal that cannot be missed” he said.

“And you think people in this town are not gossipy” You said sarcastically.

“Hey Benedict!” Chanyeol called the man and he settled his gaze on the tall boy.

“We have a little situation here. See, we are friends but the thing is that she’s an employee at my house and the people of this town knows me and her and we don’t want any kind of misunderstanding so can you put the picture in some irrelevant page so anyone can see it?.” Chanyeol said politely and Benedict laughed.

“Actually this photos go on the final page. Since they are not from “important people”, many of them don’t reach that page” The man explained.

“Oh! I haven’t seen that section” Chanyeol admitted embarrassed.

“You just proved my point” Benedict sneered.

“Sorry” Chanyeol said awkwardly.

“It’s ok.” The man said and clasped his hands “Ok. The camera is ready, now I need you to get closer so both fit in the frame” he said and motioned for you to get closer with Chanyeol. You did what you were told and sat straighter, feeling Chanyeol's arm brushing against yours. Both of you looked at each other for a briefly moment and you turned your head to the front. You cleared your throat “Like this?” You asked him.

“Perfect!” Benedict said “Now you just have to give me your best smiles”.

Chanyeol and your smiled widely. You could feel the tightness in your cheeks due to the cold, your smile was forced and you tried to relax the muscles of your face.

“Did you take it already?” Chanyeol asked through gritted teeth.

“No. There’s something that’s not working. Hold on, just a second” Benedict said as he was trying to find the flaw.

“Hurry! I don’t feel my cheeks anymore” Chanyeol said. You turned your head slightly to look at him and chuckled at seeing his face. You could see all his teeth showing and it was so obvious he was forcing his happy face too. At hearing your laugh, Chanyeol turned to looked at you and laughed too. You saw the camera’s flash through the corner of your eye and heard the picture being taken after that. Both of you looked at the front, the tall boy shaking head in amusement and you tried to contain your laugh when another picture was taken.

“I’m so sorry. I think I wasn’t looking at the camera in any of the photos.” Your laugh died down. “It was his fault”. You said and pointed at your friend.

“My fault? You started laughing without reason” Chanyeol countered back.

“Only because your face looked similar to the one from a creepy porcelain doll” You said.

Benedict laughed “It’s ok kids. I prefer honest smiles rather than fake ones”.

“Would we be able to look at the photos once you have them?” You asked him.

“Sure. I’m working on that store over there” Benedict pointed to the store next to the antique shop. “I think I will get them ready by Saturday so can stop by the shop that day.”

“Ok, thank you Benedict” You smiled at him.

“Thank you to you two.” The man said politely “Could you tell your names?”.

“I’m Chanyeol” The black haired boy said.

“And I’m Y/n” you said.

“Nice to meet you” Benedict said and you answered the same.

“Well, I have to get going” Benedict said and carried his camera. He approached you and Chanyeol and shook hands with both of you.

“Have a nice afternoon” The man said and walked away.

You turned to look at the big clock located at one side of the plaza and stood up.

”The bread should be ready by now. I'm going back to the bakery” you announced and Chanyeol nodded in agreement.

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It was Friday afternoon and Chanyeol was looking for Jongin desperately. He finished getting ready for the ball half and hour ago when he came up with the idea of bringing his friend along. He was running towards the garden when he watched Jongin getting out from the kitchen’s back door.

“Jongin” Chanyeol said loudly. The other boy, who was carrying a bag full of seeds, looked at him.

“I need a favor. You have to come with me right now” Chanyeol said to his friend. “What kind of favor?” Jongin asked him as he was going down the stairs.

“I need you to come to the ball with me. Quickly, we need to get you dressed” Chanyeol said as he was walking towards the house’s main entrance. “What?” Jongin stood frozen in his place.

Chanyeol turned to look at him impatiently and took your brother’s arm to make him walk. “No, stop. I don’t want to go to the ball” Jongin complained, trying to release his arm from his friend’s grip.

“Too late. You already agreed to that” Chanyeol said.

“When? You just told me about it a few seconds ago” Jongin argued.

“I saw you nodded slightly. I counted that as a yes” Chanyeol said as he was pulling the other boy. “You liar. I never did that. Why do want me to go to the ball?” Jongin said annoyed.

“Because I’m going to dance with your sister” Chanyeol said.

“Wait, what? I thought she was going with Baekhyun” Jongin said confused. Chanyeol came to a halt, turned to look at your brother and sighed in frustration.

“She is going with him but you can dance with different people at the opening act, remember?” Chanyeol said to him. He was talking about the time when the boys were talking about the ball with Suho and the others. “I think I remember now” Jongin said although he wasn’t very sure about it. “I need you to go to the ball so you can dance with Chloe and I can dance with y/n”. Chanyeol explained.

“I don’t want to dance with your cousin” Jongin said.

“That’s why I said it is a favor.” Chanyeol pointed out “Please. It’s only for the opening act. If you don’t do that Baekhyun will be stuck to her for the entire night” The tall boy said. Jongin was contemplating that idea for a moment.

Chanyeol rolled his eyes at him “Can’t you see I’m desperate here?” He said annoyed. Jongin pursed his lips but agreed at the end. “Only for this time” he pointed a finger at his friend warningly. Chanyeol nodded eagerly. “I will start charging you for this kind of favors” Jongin said to him. “Too bad I’m poor now” Chanyeol said teasingly and smirked at his friend. “Moron” Jongin said and nudged at him.

You were waiting for Baekhyun at your house. Nana had excused you with Mrs. Patmore saying you weren’t feeling so well and needed to get back home. The house was empty since your parents were working at the manor. You took a look at yourself in the mirror one last time. You couldn’t recognize the person standing in front of it. You were wearing a puffy dress with the bottom covering your feet. The fabric was a beautiful sky blue color and felt soft to the touch. It had a bow at the waist, puffed sleeves and the top was made with a corset that crushed your ribs. Your hair was falling in waves and you had a silver hair pin attached to one side of it. When you went down the stairs, Nana looked at you baffled.

“Oh darling you look so beautiful” She said. “Thank you Nana” you smiled at her.

The old woman’s eyes were getting watery.

“Why are you crying?” You asked her confused.

“I don’t know. It’s just that you really look like a young lady with that dress. You are not a child anymore” Nana said as she was wiping some tears out of her eyes.

“If you say that because of the corset, let me tell you I don’t like it. I won’t be able to eat or breath with this” you said and your grandma chuckled.

“Oh girl! Sometimes I think you would be happier if you were a boy” Your grandma shook his head.

“I like being a girl” you said solemnly.

Your grandma took your hands in hers and said “Enjoy this night because this is your Cinderella night. And also take care of yourself” she said.

You smiled at her and squeezed her hands “I will. Don’t worry about it”.

Both of you heard the engine of a car near the entrance door. “That’s must be Mr. Baekhyun” Nana said and went to open the door.

Baekhyun was getting outside of the car when he saw the old woman stepping out of the house. “Good evening Nana. How are you?” Baekhyun greeted her cheerfully.

“Good evening Mr. Baekhyun. I’m good, thanks for asking. What about you?” Your grandma said.

“You know, fulfilling the society standards.” Baekhyun said sarcastically and your Nana chuckled. Baekhyun followed her laugh but once he saw you, he got quiet and looked at you astonished.

“Wow y/n. You look beautiful” Baekhyun said in shock. “It’s not that you looked awful the other times I have seen you. I meant that you look more beautiful, if that’s possible” Baekhyun said hastily. You laughed at him. “I knew what you mean Baek. Don’t worry and thank you for the compliment, you look handsome too” You said and smiled at him.

He looked at the floor, his cheeks turning pink in embarrassment. “We should go. It’s getting late and we have to be there before the adults arrived since we are in the opening act” Baekhyun explained.

“Ok then. Have fun children and Mr. Baekhyun, I’m trusting that you will take good care of my grandchild” Nana said and looked at him straight in the eyes. “Of course Nana. I’ll look after her the whole time and bring her back home safe and sound” The brown haired boy said and help you getting inside the car.

You greeted Joseph and look out the window “Thank you Nana. Have a good night” you said as the car was moving and you and Baekhyun waved her goodbye.

On the way towards the venue Baekhyun and you were chatting. He told you he had come up with a story for you to tell in case anyone started questioning about your presence at the ball. “So, basically you want me to pretend I’m someone else” You said to him.

“Yes, a distant cousin to be more precise” Baekhyun said to you.

“Ok, but there are no chances that someone there noticed I’m not from your family?” You asked him.

“No. They only know the family from my mom’s side. We would say you are my cousin Josephine from my dad’s side” Baekhyun explained. “And said cousin exists?” You asked him confused.

“Yes! I have only saw her twice but all the information about her is real. Her parents names, the school she goes too. Even that my uncle and aunt are in a business trip in Nova Scotia” Baekhyun reassured you. “I hope I remember all of it” you said worryingly.

“You’ll be fine and if you don’t remember something I’ll be there to help you. I won’t leave you on your own” Baekhyun said confidently. You looked outside of the window and saw the city’s hall building where the ball will take its place. “Ready?” Baekhyun asked you as he was stepping outside of the car. You sighed and nodded.

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“Where are they? They should be here by now.” Chanyeol muttered to Jongin. He was scanning the room in search of you and Baekhyun but he haven’t found you. There was a lot of people already inside of the ballroom and more coming in through the doors. Boys, Girls and some grown ups were scattered around the room chatting and getting ready for the Opening dance.

“Calm down. They should be here in any minute” Jongin said to his friend.

Your brother looked around the room. He was feeling nervous about being surrounded with all of this unknown people. His gaze settled on a group of girls standing not so far from them. They were looking at his direction and saying something in a secretive way, giggling from time to time. He averted his gaze and focused his attention back on his friend. “Tell me again how I’m going to entered the dance” Jongin said. Chanyeol looked at him “you will stand with the second row of boys. Baekhyun will be standing next to me in line so when the musicians say we have to switch partners, that’s your cue to get inside the line, you will be Chloe’s partner, I’ll be y/n’s and Baekhyun will be the another girl’s.” The tall boy explained.

“You really think this through huh?” Jongin asked him rhetorically.

“It’s brilliant, I know” Chanyeol said smugly “I came up with it while I was getting ready”.

Jongin snorted “And how do you know y/n will not get paired with someone else?” He said teasingly.

“It’s maths Jong. According to how this is danced, she can only do it with Baekhyun, with you or with me” Chanyeol said matter of factly.

“If you say so” Jongin said, not believing entirely on his best friend’s words. “I know so” Chanyeol said confidently. He looked again at the doors and felt his heart skip a beat.

Baekhyun was walking inside with you by his arm. In Chanyeol’s mind you looked stunning with that dress that complimented your figure and the warm smile that have always adorned your face. You were greeting people politely and laughed light-heartedly at something that Baekhyun had said. Chanyeol got lost on his thoughts until he heard the people in charge of the ball telling everyone to get ready since the show was about to start.

Boys and girls took their positions in the center of the room when you looked at Chanyeol standing next to Baekhyun. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, he was looking so handsome with his black tuxedo and white shirt. He had his comma hair, a style you have thought it look good on him. He is so handsome you thought and shook your head almost immediately to clear you mind.

Stop y/n! Right now is not time for you to think about him. Focus on the dance you scolded yourself mentally. Chanyeol turned to look at Baekhyun and you and greeted you both.

“Hey” was the only thing he said and Baekhyun answered the greeting. You send him a small smile and waved slightly at him.

“Good evening. May I have your attention please” an old man said “Welcome everyone to this year’s founders ball. Tonight we are here to celebrate our City’s foundation and what better way to celebrate it than this” The man looked at everyone around the room and continued with his speech “as all of you should know by now, we will begin with the Opening dance and later on we will have music and food to carry on with the celebration so get comfortable and watch this remarkable boys and girls representing your families”. The man said and everyone cheered.

The music started playing and you moved to the rhythm of it along with Baekhyun. It was a slow song, so you didn’t have a problem with keeping the pace. It felt like you were leading Baekhyun instead of him guiding you. You looked around the room. Everyone was moving so graciously and in sync that you were amazed by it. You noticed Jongin between the crowd and lost your balance for a moment. “Oh! Watch out” Baekhyun said to you quietly as he grabbed you firmly so you wouldn’t trip.

“What is he doing here?” You asked confused.

“Who?” Baekhyun asked you.

“My brother” you said and Baekhyun looked around confused.

“Where is he?” Baekhyun asked but you couldn’t answered him because in that moment the musicians order for all of you to switch partners.

You spun around and felt someone grabbing your hand. You looked at Chanyeol with wide eyes. Your friend smiled at you and put his other hand between your back and your waist. You felt your cheeks turned red and averted your gaze from his face.

“What is my brother doing here?” You asked him quietly.

“He came here as my companion” Chanyeol answered you.

“Oh! And you two couldn’t tell me about it sooner?” You said upset that you had to figured it out.

“It was a last minute decision” Chanyeol said matter of factly and you shook you head.

“What do you think about the ball so far?” Chanyeol asked you as you two were swaying across the floor.

“Well, sure it’s something different from what I had in mind” you said.

“In what sense?” Chanyeol said curiously.

“I have thought that people wouldn’t pay a lot of attention to the opening act since you and Baekhyun had said they focused on other things but everyone in this room is looking at us”. You said as you scanned the room.

“That’s because they think they had spend their money well” Chanyeol said and you lifted you gaze to see him. “What do you mean?” you asked him intrigued.

“The committee chooses the people that is going to participate on the opening dance but every family has to pay a fee so they let the boy or girl dance” Chanyeol explained and spun you.

“That’s crazy. Why would someone pay for dancing?” You said incredulously.

“Because they believe it’s an honor if you get chosen. It means that your family is considered important” Chanyeol explained. You sneered at his comment. “They really know how to spend their money stupidly”.

“Couldn’t agree more” Chanyeol said, smiling mischievously at you.

“Y/n I wa...” Chanyeol was saying but you shushed him.

“I’m not Y/n.” You said quietly.

“What?” The black haired boy said confused.

“My name here is Josephine.” You explained and Chanyeol frowned at you. “Baekhyun’s idea” you explained and Chanyeol shook his head. “Fine. Josephine... I wanted to...”Chanyeol was starting to say but the musicians requested for another partner switch. You loosen your grip on Chanyeol’s hand but he tightened his around yours. You looked at him, he looked hesitant at letting you go. With a heavy sigh he released your hand and you went to your next partner who happened to be your brother.

“Hello Sis” Jongin smirked at you.

“What are you doing here?” You asked him.

“ Doing our friend a favor” He said nonchalantly ”Are you enjoying your night?” He asked you as you two were moving to the rhythm of the music.

“It has been... odd.” You said. “What about yours?”

“Same but all in all I have to say it has been interesting” He said thoughtfully.

“Who’s Baekhyun treating you?” Jongin asked you. “Do I need to have a talk with him?”. You laughed in amusement “It’s fine. He has treated me well” You reassured him.

“Still, I will keep an eye on both of you” He said seriously.

“Same goes to you. I have noticed some girls can’t keep their eyes off of you” You said amusingly. “You’re delusional” Jongin scoffed and you grinned at him.

When the music ended, you and your brother separated while the crowd applauded. You bowed to each other and Baekhyun appeared next to you. He greeted Jongin.

“Hi mate! Good to see you here” Baekhyun said and gave him a handshake. “Same” Jongin said politely.

“What are you doing here?” Baekhyun asked you brother as Chanyeol and his cousin approached you.

“Chanyeol asked me to come. You know, for moral support. Right buddy?” Jongin said and gave the tall boy a pad on the back. Chanyeol frowned at Jongin but nodded in response.

“Hey!” Chanyeol said to Baekhyun.

“Hey Yeol! Are you good?” Baekhyun asked him awkwardly. This was the first time they were talking since their argument. “Ahh... yeah. What about you?” Chanyeol asked him.

“I’m good too” Baekhyun said and averted his gaze towards Chanyeol’s cousin.

“Oh, you must be Chloe. Nice to meet you. I’m Baekhyun” the brown haired boy greeted the other girl.

“Nice too meet you Baekhyun. Thank you for remembering my name since my cousin does a lousy job at introducing people” Chloe gave a pointed look at Chanyeol and smiled at Baekhyun.

“Oh! That reminds me. She is y/. Josephine” Baekhyun stopped himself from saying your real name. “My cousin”. Chloe extended a hand at you for a handshake “Nice to meet you Josephine”.

“Nice to meet you too Chloe” you said and gave her a nervous smile.

“I’m sorry to say this but you two don’t look alike very much” Chloe said to you and Baekhyun. “That’s because she’s a distant cousin” Baekhyun laughed nervously.

“Actually you remind me of some other girl. Haven’t we met before?” Chloe said thoughtfully at looking at you. “No” you rushed to say “This is my first time here in town”. You explained hesitantly. “Oh Chloe, I think my aunt is calling us” Chanyeol said abruptly. “I saw her on the corner near the stage, we should go and look for her”. “But We...” Chloe was protesting as Chanyeol grabbed her arm and started pulling her towards the crowd.

“It was nice to meet you Josephine. See you Baekhyun” Chanyeol said out loud as the were walking away. “That was close” Jongin said. “You almost say my real name” you said to Baekhyun.

“I know. I slapped myself mentally on time” Baekhyun said relieved. “Hey y/n. My father wants to meet you if it’s ok with you. He know everything since he was the one that told me all the information about Josephine”. Your gaze went from Jongin’s face to Baekhyun’s in concern.

“Don’t worry, my dad is cool. My mom not much but she’s probably chatting with some other ladies” Baekhyun said to you in a comforting way. “Ok” you said hesitantly. Jongin squeezed your arm as you started walking “I’ll be around” he said again. You nodded and walked away with your friend.

“Hey dad! I want you to meet y/n. The friend I talked to you about” Baekhyun said at his father. The man looked in his early 40’s. He was dressed with a black tuxedo as most of the man in here. His features were very similar to your friend's. He smiled at you.

“At wonderful! Good evening young lady. I’m B/F/N Byun, Baekhyun’s father. Nice to meet you ” Baekhyun father said and gave you a handshake.

“Good night Mr. Byun” You said shyly.

“I have heard good things about you. Maybe we could talk for a little bit” Baekhyun’s father said.

“Of course sir” you said rapidly.

“Oh but first let me thank you.” The man came closer to you and Baekhyun “you know, for not letting my son be the laughingstock of all this people”. He said quietly for only you three to hear.

“Not at all Mr. Byun. His son is a good boy and my friend too” you said and smiled at Baekhyun.

“I know. That is why it makes me proud to know that he is picking his friends well” Baekhyun’s father said solemnly.

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An hour has passed since the last time Chanyeol had seen you. He had wanted to talk to you since the dance ended but it had not been possible since you were talking to Baekhyun’s father and he was involved in a conversation that had bored him since half an hour ago. He was checking up on you from time to time but the last time he turned to look at you, you weren’t in that place anymore so he glanced over the room and saw you walking out from one of the doors that lead to the gardens.

“Excuse me but I have to go the restroom” Chanyeol said quickly and went after you.

You were sitting on a bench, in front of the garden’s fountain and were looking at your feet. You felt tired, hungry and your feet were hurting like crazy after so much time walking with those heels.

“Guess I’m not good for all of this after all” you said to yourself and looked at the sky. You felt so overwhelmed and tired from all the people you had met tonight and for thinking carefully every word that came out of your mouth. You knew that your life was very different from all the people inside that building that wasn’t a servant. You have thought about it as if you were a character from one of your favorite books but you never imagined you will feel a heavy load at playing someone else.

“Jo” Chanyeol called for you by your fake name but you didn’t turn back. He walked towards the bench and sat next to you.

“Hey” he said, making you jump in your seat and chuckling at your reaction.

“You startled me” you said agitated.

“Sorry” he laughed. “You get scared so easily”.

“It’s not funny” you frowned at him.

“For me it is” Chanyeol said teasingly.

You went quiet and Chanyeol cleared his throat. “What are you doing here?”.

“I needed a break from all of that” You sighed and motioned at the ballroom.

-You could still heard the music through the open doors that lead to the gardens. There was some people near them chatting nonchalantly too so you had decided to sit as far from them as you could-.

“I know that feeling” Chanyeol said, bringing your attention back to him. “They only talk about trips and businesses and how much they spend on things they will probably use one time”.

“Yeah. I mean, I know you and I are different but I have never felt bad for it. With those people there was a moment when I felt ashamed for not knowing about the things they were talking about” You admitted.

“You shouldn’t feel like that. You know things that they don’t, that I don’t know. You read a lot, I would dare to say that even more than a lot of the people there and that also increases your knowledge. Maybe you don’t know which is the best dress shop in Paris but you know about their writers and poets and so much more. That’s something worth to know” Chanyeol said and smiled you. You looked into his eyes an smiled at him.

“Plus we aren’t that different anymore. My family is bankrupt remember?” Chanyeol said sarcastically.

“Oh yeah” You trailed off “I’m sorry Yeol. I haven’t asked you if you were ok after that”.

Chanyeol gave an intake of breath “I think I’m ok” He said and looked at the ground “Oddly enough I don’t feel worry about that. I will be able to go to college still so I think we are not that bad and in all honesty I feel kind of relieved” He explained.

“Why?” You said curiously. “Because now I don’t have a fortune to take care of and I think my father won’t put pressure on me with that. Not until I finished college I suppose” Chanyeol said and gave you a side smile.

“I don’t know what to say” you said honestly “Only that I hope that you will be happy”. You gave him a sad smile.

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Baekhyun was looking for you across the room. He had to go to talk to his mother and when he came back to the place he had left you, you weren’t there anymore. He bumped into Kyungsoo, his classmate, and the other boy frowned at him.

“I’m sorry Kyungsoo” Baekhyun said apologetically.

“It’s ok” Kyungsoo said calmly.

“Hey, have you seen the girl who danced with me, passed by?” Baekhyun asked him.

“No. Is she your girlfriend or something?” Kyungsoo said curiously.

“No, she’s my cousin y/... Josephine” Baekhyun said hesitantly.

“You two don’t look alike. She’s pretty” Kyungsoo said bluntly. Baekhyun gave him a pointed look “Yeah. Everyone here have told us that. She’s a distant cousin”.

“I see” Kyungsoo said. There was a commotion not so far from them and both turned to look at it. They saw a bunch of girls whispering and squeaking in excitement. Baekhyun tried to see if you were one of them but he didn’t recognize you amongst the little group. “What is all the fuss about?” Baekhyun asked intrigued. Kyungsoo followed the gaze of those girls and groaned in annoyance.

“It’s about the new boy over there” The dark haired boy said and gestured towards the boy that was standing near the staircase. Baekhyun looked at him. -The boy, probably his age, was tall and good looking. He had serious features and looked bored. He was talking with another boy without paying attention to any of those girls.-

“Who’s that?” Baekhyun asked him.

“I believed his name its Sehun. From what I heard he is the nephew of Mrs. Oh who’s over there” Kyungsoo said and pointed at the woman who was talking with Kyungsoo’s mother and other ladies.

“She is moving into the house next to mine. She will be our neighbor” Kyungsoo explained. -He and Baekhyun had been neighbors since the brown haired boy and his family first arrived. Early this year the family that lived on the other house next to his had moved out and now there would be another family in it. The Oh’s- “And his Nephew too?” Baekhyun asked the other boy. There was something about Sehun, if that was really his name, that he didn’t like it much.

He has an unfriendly face. Baekhyun thought

“No. My cousin went to investigate as much as she could about his life and apparently he’s studying overseas.” Kyungsoo said smoothly. Baekhyun nodded in understanding.

“Well, I’m gonna keep looking for my cousin. If you see her can you please tell her I’m looking for her?” The brown haired boy asked him. “Yes” The shorter boy said.

“Thanks. It was nice talking to you. We should do it more often” Baekhyun said cheerfully as he was walking away.

“We’ll see” Kyungsoo said and took a sip from his fruit punch.

“I don’t think I could be happy since you and your family aren’t coming with us. I tried to convince my father to use my college tuition to take you all with us but he refused” Chanyeol said sadly.

You looked at him stunned “you did that?”. The tall boy nodded slightly.

“That’s very kind of you” You said baffled and Chanyeol laughed. “I wasn’t meant to be kind. You, Jongin and Nana are very important to me. I didn’t want to leave you” Chanyeol said.

You squeezed Chanyeol’s hand “And you are very important for us too”. You assured him. Chanyeol looked at your hand above his and lifted his gaze to meet your eyes.

“Y/n” he said without faltering his gaze.

Ok Chanyeol the time has come, man up! He thought to himself and continued.

“I have to tell you something and God knows I have tried for so long but for one reason or another I wasn’t able to but I can’t keep it inside of me anymore”.

You frowned at him in confusion “ok” you trailed off. “What is it?”.

Chanyeol let out a big sigh “I like you” he said and you looked at him wide eyed. “I have liked you for a couple of years now. That’s the reason of my jealous behavior when you wanted to watch the play with Junmyeon or the night we argued about Baekhyun inviting you to the ball” Chanyeol confessed.

“I...” you were in utterly shock.

“You are one of my best friends but I want to be more than just your friend and I need to know if you feel something for me.” Chanyeol said while looking intently at your eyes, as if they had the answer he was looking for.

You were nervous and your mind had problems with processing all this information. Chanyeol liked you, he actually liked you and he wanted to know if you felt the same way.

Your mind went back to all the times he has made your heart flutter but also there was the fact that eventually he will go away and you were afraid that your love for him will grow to the point that it will make unbearable his absence. The hope in his eyes was fading away and sadness was taking its place instead. That was what encouraged you and even with the fear of you getting heart broken in the future, you said “Yes”.

Chanyeol looked at you wide eyed “What?”.

“I like you too Chanyeol” you said quietly. A huge smile spread across Chanyeol’s lips and you couldn’t help but smiled back.

“Are you serious?” Chanyeol said as he took both of your hands in his and brought them closer to his mouth to kissed them. You nodded.

Chanyeol got closer to you and put a hand over your cheek.

“I’m going to ask because I don’t want to get smacked with a broom by you” Chanyeol said, remembering the warning you had made him years ago the first time he kissed you. You laughed at the memory of that time.

“Can I kiss you?” He said quietly. Looking at your lips and lifting his gaze so he could see yours.

“Yes” you said nervously. Chanyeol lower his head and leaned over a little so he could reach your lips. As his face was coming closer you closed your eyes. Your lips were parted, waiting for the moment in which they will join his. You thought it was taking a lot of time when suddenly you felt his lips over yours.

Thank you for the support and the love. I hope you like this new series and enjoy this chapter. Sorry because it’s too long. I think they are getting longer and longer hahaha. I’ll try to keep it down. Also, I’ll try to come up with the next one as soon as possible. If you have any comments regarding this chapter feel free to send me a message. I think it would help me a lot.^^

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babyitsmytime · 4 years

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Tame the malo in him Fuckboy!Yoongi x Photographer!Reader

Genres: Angst, comedy, fluff, smut time 👀👀👀 family problems.

Warnings: Unprotected sex (always use condoms bls), semi-public sex (i mean they fuck at the janitor's closet that's near by the meeting room so 🗿), Sub!Yoongi x Dom!Y/N, edging, praising with some degrading, denial of orgasm

A/N: Heya late happy valentines (I'm sorry ill try to update more frequently I got busy with musical practice) btw thanks for the support on my series babies 🥺💗💗 keep it up, remember to like and reblog if you enjoy my works. Anyway in this chapter, I've had a more detailed plot about this series. So ahem.

(Yoongi, a notorious Fuckboy of your campus has met you a couple of times; to have a couple of fun, it just so happened that you caught feelings for him amidst it all, but he trampled on your hope, dreams, and all the love that you have for him. So you picked yourself up, you trained to be a deserving CEO-in-line to continue your family's legacy of professional photography, and as you regained yourself. The Fuckboy whom you've hated with a burning passion somehow becomes your arranged fiancé?? Question now is, how would you distance yourself from the man who broke you when he's literally going to school with you, eat food with you and most importantly share an apartment with you? Ugh. Here we go again.)

With a chuckle, the female closed her phone and turned it off afterwards yawning before she headed to her bedroom for a much-needed nap. She dived into the soft mattress and after a few minutes her eyelids finally closed and she snored lightly on the warm and comforting covers.

"What the fuck were you thinking yoongi?!" Mrs. Min yelled at him, before the male before her wanted to make an excuse. But he knew he couldn't because he didn't know that the girl that he fucked a couple years ago was what made his family rich.

"Ma, i swear I-I didn't know that she was Ms. Nemesis" he explained, stuttering as his lips quivered by the sight of his mother raging, he wanted her to be proud of him. But he ruined it.

"I've spoiled you too much, haven't I?" she said before she pinched the bridge of her nose before she sighed "On Thursday, you're going with me to the office, explain what you did to Ms. Nemesis to her father before apologizing" she finished the sentence before grabbing a can of beer and opening it before drinking it quickly before she threw it on the ground and sucked in some air "I swear to God, if I lose my job. I'm leaving you." she said before grabbing a box of cigarettes then proceeding to smoke in the balcony, she slammed the balcony door shut and yoongi swore he saw himself flinch by the glassy balcony door. He rubbed his arms before biting his thumb as he walked back and forth, thinking of some plan until he snapped his fingers then smiled nodding, before chuckling to himself. "Ms. Y/N, unfortunately for you we will share the same power." he thought to himself before he looked at his mother's empty beer can before throwing it away.

Thursday arrived in a blue, it was a stressful week, Thank God you and your crackheads are excused for 2 days for the photoshoot. You adjusted the lens of the camera before taking a sip of your tea as you sat by the lounge, waiting for Seokjin and Jungkook until one of the staff had approached you "Uhm, Miss Y/N, Your father is looking for you" she said and you replied to her with a nod. You were also reeling for this day since Yoongi would apologize to not just your father but to you as well, just thinking about it seemed so sweet and so joyful so you set your tea down then walked alongside her with a smirk plastered on your face "And who's waiting at Dad's office?" you asked the staff member and she replied in a flat tone "Mrs. Lavender with her son, Mr. Yoongi" as soon as the both of you arrived, you spared no effort to open the door before smiling at your sweet and doting father by walking to him and hugging him "Why were you looking for me, father?" you asked and he replied by looking to yoongi. "Explain yourself, boy about what we talked about. Now" he demanded and yoongi had a slight smirk on his lips which confuses you before he spoke.

"I apologize for my actions, Ms. Y/N but i can't help it when I realized that you are my fiancée" he spoke in a gentle tone and you felt your eyes escaping from your eye sockets. Fiancée? What was going on??

Your father smiled as he looked at you then caressed your hands "He's just a lovesick fool for you, my dear. And you know how I wanted to pair you up with someone." he explained and you looked at him enraged but managed to keep it cool, even though your stare was shooting daggers at yoongi "I refuse to marry a playboy." you said and Mrs. Min had jumped in "Ms. Y/N, it's been months since my son yoongi hasn't had another female with him at home because he's so focused on you. And he's now a changed man" he said with a sweet smile on her face and you want nothing more than to yell.

"What happened to Mr. Rabbit's son? Didn't he say that he was willing to marry me, why not him instead?" you asked, stubbornly crossing your arms and you swore you saw yoongi chuckle by this habit that you still have before he back hugged you gently and rested his head by your shoulder "I can be better than him, please don't leave me" he pretended to whine and beg which amused your father as he chuckled and smiled "Look, my dear! He's clearly whipped for you. And it's more preferable since you and yoongi are sure to produce more attractive grandchildren for me. C'mon my dear, surely you won't disobey what I tell you" he said laughing softly before you bit your lip and nod "Yes. Father, I'll follow your orders." she said before striding off outside, walking off quickly hot in your heels and you can hear yoongi's footsteps nearing you and you stopped midway and yoongi stopped as well, panting heavily, and you turned over to look at him and felt irritated and disgusted by his smirk so you went over to him and spoke "You think this is funny, Yoongi? You fucking asshole" and he responded as he licked his lips "Why babygirl, it's a given fact that I missed you so bad" he said and you felt more angry by the nickname he gave you "Don't call me 'babygirl' I'm not a babygirl" she threatened shooting him an angry look and he replied by chuckling lowly "Why? Did I touch a nerve, babygirl? Pretty girl? Soft girl?-" he didn't even managed to finish his sentence before you shut him up with a kiss and you pushed him back to a door and he groaned in response before chuckling "Why, looks like my babygirl missed me after all" he said between kisses before wrapping his arms by your waist and you have to open the door to the janitor's closet before pushing him in there, making him sit to the floor before you closed the door and locking it. You shot him an irritated look before you made a 'tsk' sound then removing your shoes which he raised a brow by it as he was about to ask your foot then went to his member before massaging it harshly which he replied with a choked moan and you made a shush gesture at him to shut up "What a bratty boy you've become, Min Yoongi. Now, what should I do to put you back to your place?" you said before smirking and tilting your head slightly loving the reaction he's giving, the flushed cheeks, the heavy-lidded eyes and his parted lips, he sucked in some air before panting heavily "F-fuck, th-that's so hot" he muttered before you continued on the assault and he moaned louder and then he bit his lip to keep him from making any more noise "What would your mother think if she knew you could be this fucking loud, hm?" you asked which he responded by whining "Give me more, please. Oh fuck I feel so hard" he said biting his lip and emitting a loud mewl and the female then stopped moving her foot which made the male groan and whine before the female then went down on him and sat on his hardened erection which made him hiss and arch his head back, seeing sweat drops form by his neck pleased you. So you licked it all up only to graze your teeth slightly by his neck, before proceeding to mark his neck which made him moan again, his heavy-lidded eyes focused on your frame. God, you looked so hot like this, and so different.

With no time to waste, the female stripped her pants down and pulled his boxers off before sinking herself to just his tip and he clenched his fists 'til they turn white and he let out a soft yet whiny mewl, you then stripped from your blouse and brassiere, letting your breasts be in view for his hungry eyes and you swore you saw him drool by your sight. You seem so fuller now, fuck. His cock kept on twitching and he groaned "Baby, please please please. Don't do this to me" he muttered and you felt a pool of confidence overtake you as you sink down all so suddenly making him leat out a throaty moan before you move your hips rapidly, erratic wanton moans escape from his bruised lips.

"Who the fuck are you to demand that from me, pretty boy?" you said and you swore his cock twitched and pulsed by your words before he kept on panting, he watched how your boobs bounced with every rapid twist you make and he couldn't take it anymore as his lips had found its way to latch itself onto your nipple, while his hand played with the other, you moaned lowly by this then sped your actions which made him go at it faster, knowing how you loved having your breasts played and sucked but this time he moved his hips according to your speed

"Oh fuck, you're great at this aren't you little boy? Because you've been a brat for too long you've amused a lot of females hah?" you said as you moaned wantonly this time as you bit your lower lip and he whined by your words feeling himself nearing the edge

"Fuck! I'm almost there..!" he exclaimed as he arched his head back, cheeks flushing at the lewd noises your intertwined bodies made

"I'm cumming..!" you yelled before the coil in your stomach snapped and you came. Satisfied you removed yourself from him and he groaned and whined as his rising climax had delayed "No, baby. Let me cum please, let me finish" he whined and you chuckled lowly by this looking at how needy he looked and how his dick stood there, glistened with precum and your juices and rockhard needing some release. You wore your pants and blouse before you looked at your watch

"Unfortunately for you, Mr. Min I have a job to do, now if you'll excuse me." you said before unlocking the door and exiting leaving a mildy confused and empty yoongi behind, still panting before he sighed then proceeded to stroke his dick to ease his cock.

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juleswolverton-hyde · 5 years

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Dream Ashes (Yoongi x Reader)

Genre: Smut, Angst, FwB AU, HYYH AU

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: Allusions to self-harm, smoking, drinking and domestic abuse, toxic relationships, unrequited love, Top!/Dom!Yoongi, unprotected sex (ALWAYS do it safely, lads and lasses), (semi-)public sex (if sex on a rooftop counts), swearing/cussing

Summary: Not every night under each roof is pleasant, filled with arguments and the broken dreams of aspiring artists held back by parents either having no faith in their child’s talent or, if they acknowledge it at all, in a future pursuing a dream. A mixture of the two continues to kill the aspirations of the black sheep of the Min family, a delinquent deemed a pyromaniac by the ignorant eyes that solely know how to shallowly judge.

But there is a guardian angel with love who bears his burden gladly on lonely nights.

Even if it comes at the cost of her own heart.

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Not every night under each roof is pleasant, filled with arguments and the broken dreams of aspiring artists held back by parents either having no faith in their child’s talent or, if they acknowledge it at all, in a future pursuing a dream. A mixture of the two continues to kill the aspirations of the black sheep of the Min family, a delinquent deemed a pyromaniac by the ignorant eyes that solely know how to shallowly judge. However, the open-minded individuals who can see beneath the tough exterior will be met by a musical genius who is forced time and again to give up the sole reason to live.

Music.

The piano.

‘I don’t have a dream. Besides, what’s the point in having one?’ Those words have become a steady statement to make whenever the conversation turns to what can be done after leaving behind six good friends and dropping out of high school. Whether any help is needed, in any regard, because a girl ran away from home herself is more than knowledgeable in how hard it can be to survive without anything to fall back on.

Though eventually a safe haven was offered freely by the actual leader of our little band of troublemakers guarded by a mistress of lies, another runaway living in a train yard outside of town.

Withal, tonight a new worrying addition is spoken after a habitual check-up text sent from Joon’s refurbished container after patching up Taehyung’s latest wounds inflicted by a raging drunk of a worthless father. The boy with the curious square smile stubbornly continues to hide the true cause of the physical and mental pain despite his fellow graffiti artist having hinted multiple times at wanting him to open up about the issue. Notwithstanding, it would seem the real cause of the harm will only be entrusted to the boys' confidante, the guardian angel helping tattooed aqua locks keep the rabble in line.

For as far as that is possible.

‘They take everything from the inside and throw it away.’

‘Who is they?’ Throat constricted by concern at this new detail, fingers stop combing through caramel locks finally fallen asleep after grunting through the medicinal care while precariously avoiding making eye contact with Monie.

‘Everybody.’

‘I don’t, I would never. Neither would Jungkook, Jimin, Taehyung, Hoseok, Namjoon and Seokjin.’

‘Bullshit.’

‘No, it’s not!’ No response, the last text remaining to be noted as read. ‘Yoongi?

‘Yoongi, answer me! You’re not gonna do anything stupid, you hear me?

‘Yoongi, please!’

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

‘Oh God.’ The exclamation comes out on a short breath, panic rapidly overtaking as thoughts refer to the past.

‘What?’ Namjoon looks up from designing a new piece of art to place somewhere on a bare city wall, an eyebrow curiously cocked.

‘I- I need to go.’ Gently, Tae is laid down on the mattress. Futilely, the unconscious boy tries to wrap arms around the upper legs to pin them where they are before moving away. They have to, because time has become precariously precious again. Hence, all that the sleeper gets is a quick platonic peck on the forehead. ‘Right now.’

‘What’s going on?’ The leader notices the distress, turning halfway on the worn seat and about to get up.

‘It’s Yoongi. He’s not responding anymore and I think I know why.’

Shredded paper, beautiful notes turned awry thanks to disregard by the public, compositions torn apart to be hauled through a shredder or be burned in the next fire leading to an arrest.

Scarlet.

Glistening metal.

More silver lines added to the ever-expanding canvas on pale thin limbs.

‘Honestly, why doesn’t he just come here? We’ve both said multiple times he should.’ Honey digits remove the simple beanie to run through blue short strands, defeated in the wager as to why the pianist remains on the flight instead of retreating to the home we have created.

Regardless of the severity weighing heavily on shoulders moving towards the door, a sympathetic smile can be managed to put Joon at least somewhat at ease. One person carrying the burden of Time is more than enough and if someone should be to blame for being too late, it should be the guardian angel. ‘Because he can’t see the point, the good it’ll do him. He doesn’t know he has a home.’

It should be me.

‘He’d rather see his dream burn than move in with us.’ A mutual deep sigh erases the only sign of comfort that can be given at the moment as a hand reaches towards the latch. ‘One of these days I’ll drag him here myself and just lock him in. It’ll be full house, but I’m sure we could figure something out.’

‘Good luck with that, Monie. I’d help, but I value my life. He’s a tiger. One that’s hopefully unharmed by the time I reach him.’ Because, once more, it are solely the black wings engraved into the back which know the truth while the rising bird is kept in the dark regardless of begging in silence for the last sliver of complete trust even telling of hardships they do not know about. ‘I’ll see you later.’

Gritting gravel surrounding neglected railways beneath open twilight gradually transforms into asphalt broken up by holes in the districts ruled by crime and smooth steady ways in good neighbourhoods forming the residence area of families of which the children will either become something akin to the grandness of a doctor or a nine-to-five, if not worse, office worker. And it is here the phone put into the pocket of the denim jacket buzzes, the screen lighting up thanks to a new message that is a blessing and a curse at the same time. ‘Not home. Ran away. Warehouse. Roof.’

‘When did you run?’ The answer might seem fairly obvious were it not for the memory of the first time created melodies were destroyed by the paper shredder and parents furiously yelled at the aspiring producer to actually go back to school and get a proper education.

A good life.

Meant for someone else.

Not for an artist.

These same bordeaux Puma sneakers stormed through the front door and up the stairs after mister Min opened up, about to ask who in their right mind came calling around midnight. Absolutely not giving a damn about the consequences and solely focused on reaching a familiar door hiding ignored hardship.

Truth be told, none of us ever has.

Because we live.

Young, wild and free.

Or so we will, after all of us have escaped the judgmental cage created by a society looking down on creative souls trying to make a change. To leave a worthy legacy meant for generations to look back on and learn from.

After feathers break free from the egg.

But more than a single care was given upon warily approaching the figure in the secret studio least of all serving its original purpose of a bedroom, crawled away from the door to hide in the corner while clutching anxiously at freshly bleeding cuts. The knife was put aside, undeniably used and cruelly lying on the ground beside us.

Instead of directly speaking, we merely sat across from each other in a heavy hush wherein confidence was regained by calmly waiting for dark eyes to make contact. Which they eventually did, trembling bloody palms removing the white headphones given as a collective birthday present together with Joon and Hobi. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘For what?’ Regardless of knowing what was meant, locks nevertheless tilted to the side in feigned wonder because any direct reference to the difficult situation would lock the oppressed musician up immediately.

And invite the cruel blade upon leaving.

‘For being so fucking worthless. For making you come all the way here, just to see this good-for-nothing criminal.’ Unjust cracks appeared evident in the barely composed raspy voice of salt-streaked tears. Crimson fingertips plucked at baggy clothes concealing the frame that had become ghastly thinner due to the stress placed upon young shoulders forced to see dreams burn over and over again.

As always, helpless heavy-weighing playfulness was resorted to in the quiet hope of brightening the mood enough to break through the impenetrable walls which are always built when Yoongi is put down. ‘Shut up.’

Colourless irises, the passion sucked out of them until all they knew was how to cry, looked up in a sharp sneer. Or so it wanted to be, but could not due to an inner voice constraining the harshest negativity which turned the expression grave rather than judgemental. ‘It’s true, Y/N. You know it is.’

‘No, it’s not.’

A shift of subject made it more than clear the current topic did no longer serve any purpose, completely disregarding the smeared headphones and fresh cuts. Curiously, it changed to inquire about the well-being of the equally, albeit not to the same degrees, abused boy with whom often arguments were started merely because of being followed. Followed by the one who looked up to him, the rebel who will one day fully make the right decision and flee from beneath this harming roof permanently. ‘How’s Tae?’

A resigned sigh gave into the shift reluctantly, a tiny sliver of gladness spreading warmth throughout the limbs grown cold at the miserable sight and calming a rapidly beating heart unable to not worry about the wounds. ‘Bruised ribs, split lip, a cut on his cheek and an ugly bruise beneath the left eye.’

‘Please tell me he’s crashing at Namjoon’s.’

‘He is, as always. Mended for as far as possible and asleep.’

‘Good.’ Absently, as if drifting off into the forcefully created crumbled world once more, Yoongi nodded while repeating the confirmation under sharp breath. ‘That’s good.’

‘You, on the other hand, aren’t doing so great.’ It could not be helped, the dark carmine droplets staining ashen sweatpants creating hideous murky brown stains could not be ignored. Ugly yet alluring ghosts tempting the eye into being looked at. ‘You could have come to the train yard.’

The subtle suggestion resulted in the habitual denial of all help, any former softness sharpened like a dagger and flowing from a snarling tongue. ‘I’m fine. Just go.’

‘Where’s the first-aid kit?’ It had always been part of the dynamic, ignoring what the composer said in favour of a better outcome or serve as the company that was wanted but the wish of had never been explicitly stated. Withal, the guardian angel would triumph once more due to the trump card of iron determination, speaking in a tone that would not let anything of the pain due to the confrontation with self-destruction filter through.

‘Go.’ Sullenness preceded, as per habit, the fierceness of the tiger beneath the skin. Stained fingers moulded into fists gripping at oversized clothes, trembling with rage but trying incredibly hard to contain it to not do something to regret in the second after rashness.

‘Where?’ The characteristic raised sarcastic eyebrow was not appreciated, still only so on very few occasions nowadays.

‘Just fucking go!’

The lashing out would have chased away any of the other guys, but not the girl merely scoffing at the show both minds knew was nothing except fakery. ‘Have it your way. I’ll look for it myself.’

As expected, it was stored away in the lower compartment of the bathroom sink adjacent to the small bedroom, thus leading to the swift return to a cherry-haired tiger meticulously observing every movement from a safe spot. Withal, without shrinking as if wanting to melt into the scenery. Instead, he stared on in wonder of the help coming to the rescue of both a friend and a precious bond.

‘Give me your arm.’ No response at first, even at the beckoning hand any other might mistake for being impatient yet was all but that. It was desperate, frightened to death by the flowing carmine. ‘Yoongi, arm.’

Despite not stating it outright, the mere act of putting it in the cross-legged lap calmly without grumbling said more than words could at the moment. Henceforth, a tense though comfortable hush descended while cleaning the wounds after disinfecting them, checking up on an expression continuously returning to stoicism with every hiss.

Notwithstanding, in spite of missing the change betraying bodily hurt that by no means outweighed the mental burden of both parties, there was a fascinated warmth in irises drained of life time and again as digits bandaged the visible part of the damage up.

‘There, that’s better.’ Glad hands put down the first-aid kit as the last freshly carved scar had been concealed by ivory linen, sighing in calming relief. All in all, it did not take long to patch the musician up but the pressure of time flowing away made the instance appear longer than it really had.

‘Why?’ Furrowed brows regarded the first step to physical healing, almost as if uncomprehending of how it would help. Of course, it would not aid mental stability but it did allow for the rescue of a soul who would have gone too soon.

‘Because we’re friends and I won’t let you fall. I’d never let you down.’ Trembling in hesitance, the palm of a barely recovered from the shock voice reached out to a pale cheek, the thumb languid in caressing the denied tears away. ‘You’re an incredible musician, Yoongi. No matter what anyone says or whether you believe me, it’s true. We, the guys and I, think so. No, we know so.’

‘You speak of them as if they’re my friends too.’ Had the genuine broken persona living beneath the skin of the rebel kicked out of school been unknown to the girl sitting across from him on the floor, the end would have happened right then and there. However, the opposite was the truth and thus the sneering tone was disregarded in favour of establishing at least a sliver of conviction of reality.

Something to believe in.

Something to hold on to.

‘They are. They disregard the fact you don’t contact them at all because, as I said, they know you’re going to make it big someday. They still continue to support you. None of them has forgotten about you.’ Lips pursed in careful contemplation, calculating the impact of each word which wanted to be said without angering the only temporarily subdued tiger. Eventually, such an argument was formed in good faith. ‘And you haven’t forgotten about them either because you wouldn’t have asked after Tae if you had.’

‘Still, you’re the only one here.’ A pale palm folded perfectly over the one on the salt-streaked cheek, the broken dreamer leaning gratefully into the touch with lashes fluttered shut and a voice as if drifting off into slumber. A blissful place away from cruel reality. Away from here. ‘You’ve always been.’

‘That’s not tr-’ The protest was cut short by an unexpected kiss, lips meeting in soft urgency. A whirlwind of emotions kicked up at the suddenness of the action, Reason and Fancy at war due to never having thought the tiger would do such a thing.

Nor expect to hear a new level of despair in the whisper temporarily breaking up the kiss, sounding strange as it was caught between genuine clarity and relieved sobbing begging to not be left behind. ‘It is. Only you love me.’

Thus, the truly vicious cycle began of coming to the rescue both mentally and physically only to end up in the sheets to fully calm down. See to it Yoongi can rest easy even while one heart falls deeper and deeper into chaotic love.

It has been for the past two years of denial.

But it cannot mean anything.

It should not.

Because, once it does, it becomes a passion.

A dream to pursue.

And that is forbidden and therefore it will shatter or be burned like music.

Until all there is left are merely ghosts.

The only type of changing the meetings of scared hearts have undergone is a shift in location after the rebel dared to run away again the day Jungkook almost ended it all on the edge of the highest skyscraper.

Barely in time could the youngest of the chaotic band be rescued, the man like an older brother pulling the maknae by the back of an ivory and rose checkered blouse and holding on to the boy until both had regained enough breath after spilling tears of frustrated relief. After all, Yoongi had sworn during the last meeting with the entire group beneath a nightly sparkling spring sky to be a support pillar because he knows what living while feeling useless is like, vouching to do so while Kook rested on his shoulder. Through the high-rising flickering amber flames of the fire pit, the two seemed content at last.

For a little while, everything was okay.

We would be fine.

Would be.

But tonight, on the roof of the abandoned warehouse in the harbour where on the lower floor stands a dusty brown piano, we are not. The damaged knuckles and chafed skin beneath sullen irises tells of barely escaping another arrest after being kicked out a bar again and drunkenly searching for a fight, the scent of cigarettes indicating music has been burned again because the pieces were not good enough.

They never are.

Not to society.

But, to the girl approaching a wild tiger, they are everything.

Though the producer is blind to see it.

‘Yoongi?’ No reaction to the greeting comes as the heavy door to the roof closes and bordeaux Puma sneakers pad with a heavy heart over the asphalt still warm due to the day’s heat. They come to a halt a mere step away from the brooding tiger. ‘You never answered me over text and make me come all the way out here to get a response.’

‘Does it matter?‘ Without so much as a sideways glance, entwined damaged slender fingers maintain a steady melancholic gaze over the dark quiet waters of the harbour. A mocking grin tugs at the corners of the mouth but does not form completely, essentially as joyless as the denied dreamer.

‘It does! It fucking does!’

For once, please believe me when I tell you that you’re not nothing.

‘To who, hm?’ At last, colourless irises grace a worried soul with a challenging look but at least attention is pulled enough to actually listen and not simply hear.

‘To the guys.’ A palm slaps against a rapid beating heart in a constricted chest as lips tremble and a cracking voice rises in volume. ‘To me.’

‘Bullshit.’

‘No, it’s not. We care, Yoongi, all of us.’ The last bit of distance is breached as a hand naturally folds over a frozen shoulder clad in a military green jacket, resting there without being violently shrugged off.

A sign of listening.

And thus the argument is pursued on a calmer and more steady yet equally urgent tone. ‘What about Jungkook? You promised to be his supporting pillar. Taehyung is over at Joon’s again, beaten up by his dad and you know it hurts you. Just as much as it hurts us.’

Upper arms are enveloped as briefly locked gazes break up, ashen strands hanging low in stubborn ignoring of the guardian angel crouching in front of them. ‘Us, Yoongi. The Bangtan Boys and me. Our family.’

‘I have no family. They were the first to destroy it all.’ Regardless of being unable to see it, lips are undoubtedly pursed in a fight to prevent new tears from falling. Woven digits tremble in barely suppressed crimson nicotine anger, vision blurring with tormenting memories of refusal.

‘But we build it up together, didn’t we? You know you aren’t-’

‘Shut up.’ An arm lashes out to undo any contact, the impact of the action causing a fall backwards. Nothing but agonizing exhaustion radiates off the snarl on the handsome face that has become loved as more than a mere friend.

Even while it extorts another for pleasure.

A means to forget.

It means nothing.

‘I’m tired of speaking. Tired of thinking. We both know where this goes anyway.’ Each sentence is accentuated by a firm demanding kiss sealing off any chance of protest after being roughly helped onto two unsteady feet, the tables turned as it now are the arms of somebody trying to help which are grabbed tightly.

Held dear and cherished in an incomprehensible manner.

But it is better than nothing.

‘We can’t keep doing this.’ Had this been pure desire, the shape pressing hotly against the thigh would have been appreciated in a whole different way. Interpreted in a manner not remotely close to the reality of us because it is not sensual wanton craving.

It is pent-up frustration coming to a boiling point.

Fruitless.

A wandering ghost.

A heap of ashes.

‘Shut up.’ The hands creating an abyss by pushing against a sturdy chest are given other purpose. Nevertheless, the meaning of the distance remains: foolishly to be able to be filled with sincerity.

One hand is placed on the hip and the other below, simulating a laughable imitation of actual craving as another kiss adds to the poor fancy. ‘Just do what you’re told for once.’

Lips connect once more in saltwater carrying broken wishes and all the dreams that cannot be because of emotions warring with ideals, the correct way of life stained by nicotine and the sharp yet sweet tang of cheap soju.

Trembling fingers envelop damaged cheeks as slender musically gifted hands tug at the edge of pants, beckoning them to lie down before undoing the belt fastening bleached ripped jeans only to be warmly welcomed again by the palms that only get to hold the face they love in this repeated loveless lovemaking. Knowing the impatience of the tiger, any restrictions to allowing the heated wantonness pressed against the thigh earlier have been removed before wiping away returned tears and lovingly caressing ashen brown locks.

Don’t get your hopes up. It won’t mean anything. It’s just a means of comfort.

Everything is familiar, a piece of the past tainted by crimson and smoke to cling to.

The warmth spreading throughout as separate souls effortlessly become one, unprotected in wordlessness and thus letting actions say all that tongues cannot.

The speed of snapping hips, uncaring about pleasure and merely wanting to fuck the pain away.

The agony of the tug on each tendon keeping the heart inherently belonging to the occasional groan breaking through heavy breaths whispering into the side of the neck.

The urban scent of cigarettes, ashes and blood.

The possessive iron-like grip on the waist, desperate to be grounded in the moment or simply an anchor into this world while the mind it belongs to tries to flee.

The chase after temporary oblivion together, though one soul remains a step behind to not frighten the other into love.

After all, it has no meaning.

None of this.

It is a ghost we keep.

Preventing us from finding happiness together.

The chance to hear three simple words spill at least once before or after a troubled mind finds brief peace in the arms of the woman he said, no, knows loves him. Nevertheless, Yoongi cannot return the affection.

Cruelly, the hope remains even while lying on the warm concrete, the heat seeping through dishevelled clothes covering the upper part of the body, and embracing the musical genius drifting somewhere in a pleasant ignorant limbo. The same state of being that lashes turned to a beautiful sparkling sky did not reach again and never will during these meetings. Still, it is not minded for this is a more meaningful type of contentment.

Simply lying here among the ashes.

But it cannot mean anything.

It should not.

Because, once it does, it becomes a passion.

A dream to pursue.

And that is forbidden and therefore it will shatter or be burned like music.

Until all there is left are merely ghosts.

#BTS #BTS smut #BTS x Reader #hyunglinenetwork #btswriterscollective #ksmutclub #Yoongi #SUGA #Min Yoongi #Agust D

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melonkooky · 5 years

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unexpected [mark lee]

requested

word count: 2417

genre: like 99.5% fluff, angst if you pull out a microscope (meaning i wouldn’t call it angst)

author’s note: okay, so i was rereading this and it’s kind of a mess. i don’t think it’s my best work 🤧🤧, so i’m sorry. but i hope the anon who requested this likes it. i hope it was enough...

please do not copy my work. but please like and reblog it. thank you!!!!

masterlist (link in bio)

you approached the door cautiously. you could hear your heart beating rapidly at a constant pace, like a personal metronome. hell, you were nervous. you were a dancer for sm entertainment and was just starting out. in fact, your first professional task was just handed to you. nct 127 were in the midst of a comeback. they were still in the beginning stages, so there was still time before everything had to be done. but for the music video, lee mark was set to have a solo scene with a dancer, similar to ten’s solo scene with the dancer in dream in a dream.

you and mark were set to have an intimate duet scene. a new choreography was going to be made just for this scene. you often wondered why mark was chosen for an intimate scene, he was still a little young. although, you were quite young as well. you could only guess that your nerves were working you up.

finally, after staring straight ahead at the door for so long, you brought your hand up and turned the handle. you slowly pushed open the door. your ears caught some talking, and it made you feel tense. you calmed yourself down and hurried inside. there were two other people in the room. they stopped talking and turned to you. they both bowed and smiled. “ah, y/n.” one guy - you assumed was the choreographer because the other guy was a boy and he was definitely mark lee - greeted.

the choreographer knew your name but you’ve never met him. you bowed shyly, flashing a smile. the choreographer laughed, approaching you. “no need to be nervous. this is lee mark. you probably know who he is already.” he laughed.

you blushed slightly when you met mark’s eyes. both you and him were shy, you could see it in his eyes. you approached him and held out your hand. “i’m l/n y/n.”

he nodded. “hi.”

you smiled before stepping away slightly and looking at the choreographer. he seemed very outgoing. “how are you two going to perform and intimate duet if you two can’t even look at each other. we’re going to be spending this next few weeks with each other so it’s best if you young ones get close.”

both you and mark blushed. what you hadn’t noticed was that mark spared a small glance at you. his thoughts swiftly turned into a mess.

you hadn’t expected things to go like this.

“okay, so let’s begin. let me listen to the song and we’ll go from there.”

a week went by, after you and mark began working together. you and grew gradually grew comfortable with each other. but it all felt so surreal for you. sure, you trained to be a dancer for a celebrity company. but it was your first job technically. you couldn’t express how happy you were.

“okay, now mark,” the choreographer approached you. “when you face her, for this move, you need to mirror her movement. this move is really fluid. so you face her, you two raise your arms up and then come down.”

working on choreography was slightly hard. it was tedious, all while it was crucial. after the choreographer finished showing mark what to do with you, he played the music, and you and mark took it from the top. the dance wasn’t finished yet, but it was good to practice what you did have. you and mark began to dance, facing the mirror and watching your movements. you and him moved in sync, like you and him were born for this. the mirror part came up, when the music slowed to a calming beat. you and him faced each other. he was taller than you, but it would add to the overall scene. while dancing, you made eye contact with him and began to blush. you were falling for a celebrity, your dance partner.

mark’s expressions when he danced was something you fell for. he was so passionate in dancing and being an idol, you admired him for that. the music kept going after you and him stopped, until the choreographer stopped it. “alright, let’s take a break.” the choreographer smiled at you and mark before leaving the practice room.

you and mark were tired. you and him were breathing heavily. your legs were tired, so you decided to sit down on the floor. as you did so, mark laughed. you looked up at him, seeing him copying your move and sitting next to you. he stretched his legs out and leaned back on his arms. “what?” you asked.

“nothing. it’s not like we have chairs over there or anything.”

you shrugged before laying down on the floor. “oh well.”

mark sighed before looking at you. “i have something kinda personal to tell you.”

you turned your head, before sitting up and facing him. you looked at him. what did he want to share with you? you felt your face heat up, your stomach flipped nervously. “i’m glad that you’re my dance partner.” he admitted.

you blushed, almost at a loss for words. “r-really?”

you looked at mark and noticed the red blush in his cheeks. he nodded and flashed you a smile. you returned the smile, feeling quite accomplished. however, the moment - whatever moment this turned out to be - was interrupted when the choreographer walked back in.

another week went by. the dance was so close to being finished. you and mark had been working really hard on it. although, perhaps you and him had been working too hard on it. mark already worked hard enough, being in multiple units and having lots of schedules. you always felt bad, and you begun to worry about him now that you knew him personally.

it was another break time, this time it was supposed to be longer since you and him had been dancing all morning. you and mark both sighed with relief when the choreographer called for a break. “you’re doing great, you guys.” he complimented, before disappearing.

you collapsed onto the ground, rolling onto your stomach. the cold temperature of the floor on your burning skin felt relaxing. and with your muscles relaxing once more, you were thankful for the break. “ah, i’m so tired.” you mumbled.

you heard movement around you. you lifted your head up to see mark laying down next to you. “you know, the floor is comfortable.”

“what did i tell you?” you laughed.

mark turned his head and met your eyes. a moment of silence fell between you two. but it wasn’t uncomfortable or anything. in fact, it was peaceful. mark stared at you, a smile on his face.

you blushed. “why are you smiling like that?”

he looked away, clearing his throat. he sat up again. “no reason.”

you pulled yourself up. your head throbbed slightly as you did so, but perhaps you were just thirsty. you moved next to mark. “come on,” you pushed. “aren’t we friends now?”

mark nodded. “i guess so.”

“then, what’s on your mind?”

you could see how red mark’s cheeks were. you giggled to yourself before touching his cheek with the back of your hand. “yah, are you getting sick?”

mark laughed and pulled your hand away. but in the midst of the teasing, you realized that he had grabbed your hand and hadn’t let go. you blushed madly, staring at the hands in front of you. “m-mark.”

mark looked at you confused before looked down. he saw your hand in his and jumped back. he became a blushing mess. “i’m sorry. i don’t know why i did that.”

you shook your head. “okay, but i didn’t mind.”

mark stopped and stared at you. “you didn’t?”

you blushed and stared at the floor near your lap. you smiled. “no, i-i didn’t. i just wanted to let you know, in case you didn’t mean to do that.”

mark cautiously moved closer to you again, seeming shy. he smiled before carefully reaching for your hand again, this time holding it properly. “this means something.” you mumbled to yourself.

“well duh.” mark laughed.

you looked up, averting your gaze away from the clasped hands. his skin felt warm and soft against yours. you wondered if your hands were clammy or sweaty. but you looked at mark, falling in love with him once more.

“i think, i’m falling in love with you.” you finally told mark.

mark burst out into a laugh.

“what?” you asked, glaring at him. “i’m confessing to you and you laugh?”

he shook his head. “no, the thing is, i think i fell in love with you from the moment you walked into this room, the very first day.”

your eyes widened. “that was weeks ago.”

he nodded.

“and you didn’t say anything then?”

he shrugged. “how was i supposed to know you felt the same? i was shy and a little scared.”

you blushed before looking at him. “are we allowed to be together?”

mark’s smile dropped, but he shrugged. “i don’t know. either way, we can keep it a secret.”

you nodded and smiled. “okay.”

so now, you and mark were in a secret relationship. only you and him knew about it, of course. you loved him, but you were scared that if anyone found out about you and him, especially the agency and the fans, then you would have ruined mark’s career.

today was the day you and mark were going to be filming the music video scene. you and mark had prepared for this for weeks. although, now the pressure was high. one mistake and everything had to be reset.

you and mark were in clothes that fit the music videos scenes. you were nervous because now you were going to be filmed. your face was going to be scene by the world. you gulped hard as your hair and makeup was getting done. you sat in your chair almost lifelessly.

finally the staff were done and they left you alone for a bit. you sighed as you slid off the chair and towards the door. but as you were about to leave the room, you heard your name. you peered outside the room to see mark making his way to your room. you stared at him. “what?”

he walking into your room and pulled you away from the door. he smiled at you, “are you ready?” he asked.

you shrugged. “i’m trying to be.”

suddenly, mark kissed your cheek. you blushed, and stared at him in surprise. he grinned proudly. “that’s for good luck.”

“what if someone saw us?”

“the stylists are focusing on the other members right now. don’t worry.”

you glared at him before looking down at your feet. mark grabbed your hand. “you’re going to do great, y/n. trust me.”

you smiled. “i hope so.”

mark smiled, swing your clasped hands in front of you. you looked up at him, a thought coming into your head. you blushed madly before pushing yourself up. you pecked his lips, before disappearing out of the room, leaving mark by himself. you giggled before maintaining a professional posture and look. no one saw, and no one needed to be suspicious.

you and mark joined up in front of the cameras and music began to play. something had changed in the mood between you and mark. a new feeling was felt between you two. sure, the duet was already supposed to be intimate, but now it felt real. no one knew a thing. it looked like you and him were just dancing intimately, but really, you and mark were in love. it made the scene eve more real. after the choreography was finished, a director yelled cut. it was a success. you and mark felt proud.

-- epilogue --

you and mark sat in his bedroom at the dorm. you sat on his bed while he sat on the floor, your laptop in front of him. “ready?” he asked.

you nodded and leaned forward. mark hit the spacebar and the music video began to play. it was midnight, and the music video had just been released. you and mark watched patiently. you got to watch him dance with the rest of the members. you fangirled slightly, as you liked the song (despite having listened to it for the sake of your and mark’s dance).

finally, the scene you and mark played on the screen. you squealed and felt your cheeks heat up. mark laughed, his hands clapping. the scene made you and mark cringe slightly. but after watching the music video, you commanded, “wait, scroll down for the comments.”

mark did and picked up the laptop, setting it on his lap so that you could see. he read, “‘who is that girl in the video?’ ‘can she be my bias?’ ‘ooh, she’s so pretty…’” you blushed as that comments. you didn’t think they’d notice you much as you didn’t have a big role. but as mark scrolled some more, he came across a particular comment, “‘you know, her and mark look cute together. i wonder who she is’.”

“oof.”

mark laughed. “well, there aren’t any negative comments.”

“still, no one should know.” you replied.

mark shrugged. “the members know.”

you sighed. “well yeah. or else you’d need a hella good reason as to why i was coming over constantly.”

mark shut the laptop and turned around on the floor, looking up at you. “i’m glad you were chosen to be my dance partner.”

you blushed. “you already told me this, mark.”

“i know, but i really mean it. look at what happened between us.”

you looked at him. “yes, i do see that. but, i don’t get what you’re saying.”

mark sighed. “i’m trying to say...something…” his cheeks heated up.

you laughed, “what?”

“i’m trying to say that...i-i-i l-love you.” he stuttered out.

you blushed and stared at him, almost zoning out. mark stared at you, waving a hand in front of your face. “are you okay?”

you gradually began to smile, “ah, you’re so cute.”

mark rolled his eyes and opened the laptop again, messing around on it now. “mark, i’m sorry.” you laughed. “i love you too.”

mark laughed before turning around again. he moved the laptop off of him and stood up. he blushed before pecking your lips, catching you off guard. then he ran out of the room, declaring that he was getting food. honestly, you did not expect that things to turn out this way.

#nct #nct u #nct 127 #nct mark #lee minhyung #lee mark #mark #nct one shot #nct scenario #nct imagine #nct fluff #mark one shot #kpop #neo culture technology #mark lee

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ofwizardsandmen · 5 years

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If I were you and you were me

Characters: Tara Lee, Mark Yang, Jason Yang, Tyler Lee, mentions of other minor characters

Word count: 4k

Genre: angst

OST: NCT 127 - Replay

Tara takes a deep breath as she approaches the front steps of Nº10 Queen’s Gate. The Georgian house stands in one of London’s most fashionable addresses, looking opulent and imposing. Nothing Tara hasn’t seen before, but she still has to admit to herself that maybe, just maybe, she’s feeling a tad nervous.

Once she steps on the threshold, she stands in silence for a few seconds, wondering whether to ring the bell or bang the large golden door knocker. Ultimately, Tara reaches for the bell with a trembling hand that makes her feel unlike herself for the umpteenth time that day.

Holding her breath as though the sound of her lungs filling with air would prevent her from hearing if footsteps approach from the other side, Tara straightens her back and throws her shoulders back. She stands there with images from the first time she walked through that door flashing through her mind. One after another, different scenes appear as though a movie is being projected on to the sides of her eyelids and Tara has to force herself back to reality, fearing that someone might open the door and would find her looking like a lost puppy. But a minute passes and then two and there are still no signs of movement inside the house.

Tara feels the impulse of turning round and walking away, feeling almost relieved at the lack of response. It is probably for the best given the fact she has been improvising all along and she hasn’t stopped to think if her presence in that residence would be well received. Maybe not after the headlines in the morning paper. Or Gossip Witch’s latest tip.

Running a hand through her hair, Tara curses quietly upon recalling the latest post on the goddamned blog: a picture of Darius Black and her at the Montrose Magpies’ match, accompanied by a headline that read “One good scandal deserves another. Little T’s revenge on ex(?) boyfriend Mark Yang”. The mere recollection makes Tara buff as she messes her hair up in frustration. A terrible idea if you consider that the door cracks open without the slightest notice and reveals a short adorable woman whose genuinely surprised expression and eyes widening bore a strong resemblance to Mark’s

Although her train of thought abruptly stops, Tara’s first instinct is to bow, almost reaching 90 degrees. As her head goes down, she mentally pictures her grandmother and how she would react if she were to see her doing something she strongly disapproves of (because no one is important enough to deserve such courtesy from her family) in front of a muggle. Well, standing there would be a whole atrocity in the eyes of the Fawley matriarch considering that according to her strict protocol rules, one should never show up unannounced to places either.

Yet there Tara is, risking it all in a visit that, judging by the way Mrs. Yang’s brows furrow, already appears to have been a bad idea.

“Good evening, Mrs. Yang-“ Tara hesitates for a second, unable to bring herself to speak, the unreadable expression on the woman’s face making her insides twist painfully. “I… Is M-“ But Mark’s mother ignores whatever Tara had planned to say and pulls her into a hug.

“Tara, my darling-“ Caught off guard at Mrs. Yang’s warm welcome and knowing very well that she doesn’t deserve her kindness, Tara’s eyes fill with tears. “I had no idea you were coming, my dear. Mark said you were out of town.” Tara blinks rapidly, fighting the tears back before pulling away from the hug and looking at Mrs. Yang with a raised brow.

“Yes, he said you were visiting your brother and… oh-“ Tara and Mrs. Yang look into each other’s eyes, simultaneously realizing that Mark has lied to his mother. And the reason is probably obvious to Tara, but Mrs. Yang doesn’t seem to fully understand what has happened between the two. Tara figures out that although at this point rumors about her and Darius are everywhere, Mark hasn’t told his family anything about it yet. She feels another rush of guilt assaulting her.

“Well… I was, but I took the first train to London.” It isn’t entirely a lie, but Tara is so ashamed of facing Mrs. Yang with half-truths, that she can feel her cheeks redden “I couldn’t possibly skip his birthday, right?” she forces a smile as she looks down at the gift bag she’s been holding this whole time. A present she has been preparing for months, hoping to surprise Mark.

“He will be very happy to see you” Mrs. Yangs seems to guess exactly what’s going through Tara’s mind and smiles at her supportively. “But come through, Mark is showing Donghyuck around the house.” The woman reaches for her hand and pulls Tara into the elegant lobby.

“Donghyuck?” Tara repeats, trying to control the way her shoulders tense up.

“We prepared a little welcome party for Mark and the boys. You know, it’s been a while since the last time they all came here as a group and Donghyuck hasn’t seen the backyard yet” Mrs. Yang candidly speaks as she throws an arm around Tara and pats her arm.

Tara gulps at the mention of “the boys”. As if the prospect of facing Mark alone wasn’t terrifying enough, there is also the added challenge of facing his group mates —or as Jane liked to call them “The MPS” (Mark’s Protection Squad).

“They’ll be happy to see you too, I heard Johnny asking about you” Mark’s mom says distractedly and Tara can’t do anything but nod and force a smile. However, as they step closer to the living room, Tara can hear voices drifting out from the kitchen, saying things like “Shut up, I can’t hear anything”, “I can’t believe she dared to show up here” and “I spilled my wine” and she automatically knows —as a matter of fact—, that The MPS won’t be too happy to see her.

And she’s not entirely mistaken.

Tara enters the kitchen acutely aware all eyes will turn to her. And effectively, as soon as she walks through the door, the members of NCT stop on their tracks and stare at her in silence, appraising or judging her —or both in Jaehyun’s case—. It takes Tara a few seconds to realize Mark is nowhere to be found, although Donghyuck is there, glaring at her as though she were a criminal.

It's hard to ignore the frowns and the palpable tension her presence has caused. With her mind is all jumbled up, Tara opens her mouth but no sound comes out of it. But what is there to say, anyhow? That she’s sorry? That everything is a misunderstanding? As if that would change the fact they’re all disappointed and offended.

“Hey” Johnny is the one to speak first, making his group mates' eyes turn to look at him skeptically. In response, Johnny, as tall as ever, appears to shrink in size, seemingly hesitating on what to say next. However, there’s no need to say anything because someone else does it on his behalf.

“Look who’s come all the way here to congratulate Baby Mark on his birthday” a teasing voice speaks from behind Tara. She swings round to see a pleasant-faced man, tall and whose uncanny resemblance to Mark is a little hard to miss, smiling at her adoringly.

“Oh God, Jae. What are you doing here? When did you arrive?” Tara looks at Mark’s older brother, Jason (Jaeseop) up and down. She hasn’t seen him in ages and she has to use all her willpower not to throw herself into his arms.

“Oh, the Sweet Tara” The man enthusiastically reaches to hug her. “So nice to have you finally gracing us with your presence. I was starting to believe I wouldn’t see your face before going back to New York.” He says, lifting her up into the air.

“Jae, what are you doing? You’re leaving me breathless!” Tara’s complaints are cut by a fit of giggles from Mrs. Yang and a familiar grumble from a figure that walks past the kitchen door and disappears in the direction of the living room. Tara’s heart squeezes in her chest painfully.

“I have something to show you!” Once Jason puts her down, he pulls Tara to the staircase in the back of the room excitedly, ignoring the way Mark’s Protection Squad is looking at him —as though he had suddenly grown a second head—. “Come on!” He snatches the bag with Mark’s birthday gift from Tara’s hand and replaces it with his own hand. Then, he practically drags her upstairs as Mrs. Yang laughs from the kitchen door.

Jason eagerly pulls Tara across the length of the large hallway on the second floor. As she tries to keep up with him, her heels sink into the Oriental carpet that has been in the family for four generations. Though the young woman can barely take a moment to appreciate the exquisite decoration, she notices the Yang residence is as impeccable as ever. The only visible changes are the ivory silk curtains framing the large windows, the bouquet of orchids resting on top of the white console table from the XVIII century Mrs. Yang treasures so much. And… there’s something else. The neon sign taped to the door of Mark’s room is gone.

Tara’s legs stop moving, almost without her knowing.. The sign had been a birthday gift she had bought for Mark during her first summer vacations in Seoul. It was enchanted so it would glow only at night and it had been there for about 15 years.

“That…” Jason turns to look at her and gulps quietly “He took it off as soon as he arrived.” He says and for the first time since they know each other, his words come up as unpleasant to Tara.

“It’s ok. It was starting to look childish anyway” Tara tries to convince herself that it means nothing. But she knows it does, so her heart sinks; dread settling in the pit of her stomach like a heavy rock.

It seems like Mark has been trying to erase all traces of her from his life.

Tara delves into some recesses of her mind thinking about how her past arguments with Mark wouldn’t even last a day. Now they’ve gone through months of radio silence. What is she supposed to do if Mark doesn’t want to see her anymore?

“Just talk to him” Jason pulls Tara from her trance by placing a hand on her shoulder. “I refuse to believe you don’t have feelings for each other anymore. You two have been in love for years, how can that disappear overnight?”

Tara wonders the same, but she’s unable to find a satisfactory answer to that question. Except that she was angry and jealous and she felt lost after finding out through those Korean tabloids that Mark had run to Mindy as soon as they broke up. There were pictures of them hanging out in Hannam and Jamsil; Mark holding Mindy’s hand and laughing.

And it hurt Tara so much that she had behaved like a vengeful immature teenager, getting drunk and making out with random guys at Enzo’s private parties.

Initially, she hadn’t even felt sorry about that morning’s news. She had to admit that she looked good in that black outfit (a gift from Enzo) and Darius Black, looking like a million-dollar man next to her, was the perfect accessory.

Of course, she wasn’t proud of herself either. She didn’t want the world finding out about her recent drunk escapades through the press. But at least, it was the perfect message to tell Mark that she didn’t care about his new relationship or the fact he had found refuge in Mindy’s arms after their split.

And then Jane had apparated at her Tyler’s match, looking as though she would murder her without the tiniest bit of hesitation.

And now, Tara knows that Mark never saw Mindy after their breakup and that everything was part of a publicity set-up from Mindy’s PR company.

And evidently she feels stupid and childish, but it is a little too late for regrets. And probably too late to ask Mark for forgiveness too.

“I did some stupid shit,” Tara says, exhaling air like a deflated balloon.

“We all have done some stupid shit at some point” Jason addresses her a sympathetic smirk “But your relationship with my little brother is worth fighting for, isn’t it?” He asks, ruffling her hair brotherly. “He also screwed up with the Mindy drama and he is actually aware of it. That’s why he was planning this huge apology event at his concert tomorrow-“

“What?” There’s another rush of guilt flooding through her. Jason only nods and eyes her apologetically.

“I mean, before watching that picture…” He says putting on a pained expression.

“That picture is just a picture. Nothing ever happened with Darius. I’m not dating him.” Tara tries to explain in a rush, although the whole story is more complicated than just denying the reports of some tabloid. “I thought Mark and Mindy-“ Tara doesn’t seem to find the courage to complete that sentence, but Jason understands what she means and nods his head. “I ruined it, Jae”

“Don’t say that, you two are just having a crisis. It’s going to be ok”

“But what if he doesn’t want to talk to me?” Tara asks, voicing her fears for the first time. “What if he doesn’t want to hear me?”

“Then he’s an idiot and he doesn’t deserve you,” Jason says pulling her into a hug for the second time that day.

Tara buries her face in his chest, finding comfort as he pats her head. They remain that way for a few seconds. Until a creaking sound echoes throughout the hallway and Tara jerks out of Jason’s embrace to find Mark standing at the end, expressionlessly looking at the two of them.

“Well, I was just about to leave” Jason turns around, wearing a perfectly evil, cat-like smile. “Good luck, T” he whispers in Tara’s ear before disappearing down the stairs.

Across the hall, Mark stands at the door of his music studio with his hands shoved in his pockets and looking handsome despite the fact he’s now glaring at his ex-girlfriend with his jaw clenched. For an awful moment, Tara believes he will ignore her, but then he invites her to walk into his studio, with a simple head movement.

Once Tara steps into the room, her eyes meet his for the first time in months and she notices immediately how troubled he looks and how much weight he seems to have lost since she last saw him.

The guilt is heavier in her chest.

Mark too notices changes in Tara, but the most evident one is the jittery air tainting her generally confident appearance. His anger is quickly replaced by sadness and all he suddenly wants to do is throwing his arms around his girl and tell her that everything will be alright. But Mark resists the temptation as he reminds himself that Tara is no longer his girl and that things would never be back to what they once were now that she is dating someone else.

“Happy birthday” Tara eventually pushes herself to say, breaking the silence that settled in the room.

“Uhm. Thanks” Mark turns his back on her and stands by the window, not daring to look at her.

“How was Paris? I heard your concert yesterday was-“

“Cut the crap, Tara. I know you didn’t come all the way here to talk about Paris” Suddenly Mark turns to her, his voice chilly and his eyes sharp with anger. Tara looks at him like a deer caught under the highlights, unable to mutter a word. “Why don’t you get straight to the point and save us both the time and the bother?”

“Mark-“ Tara looks down and only then she realizes that Jason took Mark’s birthday gift with him. She curses mentally thinking how stupid she must be looking right now, wishing him happy birthday empty-handed and right after the news of her engagement to a guy she had always claimed she disliked. “I only wanted to see you” she says, pretending her heart isn’t doing wild flips in her chest and her pride is not bruised.

“Why?” Marks asks flatly. It’s not a question that’s meant to be answered because he immediately adds “Did you already grow bored of Darius? I thought it usually took you a few months, or years, in my case.” Although he knows he’s acting like a complete jerk and he hates himself for it, Mark still has the nerve to smirk scornfully at her.

Minutes ago, he felt he had been punched in the gut when he opened the door and saw Tara hugging his brother. But now that she is standing in front of him, sparkling like a vision in a white dress, he can hardly breathe, his chest aches and his reasoning is blurred by the anger coursing through him. Mark has never talked to Tara that way, but he wants to hurt her like she hurt him, like her dating another man is hurting him right now.

“I know you’re mad, but at least hear me out first,” Tara says, looking into his eyes. It makes Mark become aware of her earnestness, but he quickly looks away before her pleading expression breaks down his resolve.

“If I do, you’ll leave sooner, right?” He retorts, making Tara flinch as though he had insulted her. A tinge of guilt shoots through him, but he knows she’s tougher than she looks right now. She had been tough on him when she broke up with him and even tougher the following weeks when she cut him out of her life, while his world crumbled around him. She didn’t care back then, so he wants her to know that he doesn’t care now.

Tears fill the wells of Tara’s eyes and she knows they could roll down her face with the very next blink. Panicking, the young woman takes a step back towards the door, unwilling to let Mark witness her breakdown. He has never seen her cry and she doesn’t want him to see her like that —weak, vulnerable and guilty. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come.”

“Of course you shouldn’t have, but you came anyway,” Mark says, his blood heating. “Do you enjoy torturing me, Tara? What did I ever do for you to hate me so much you can’t even let me spend my birthday peacefully?” Mark’s voice rises in a surprisingly deep tone that makes Tara aware of the mistake she’s made willingly going there to have Mark humiliate her.

“I think I should go” She says, trying to reach the door as she gives another step back. It could have been a good move if she hadn’t twisted her ankle while doing it and if Mark wasn’t reaching out to catch her right now.

Time slows down as his hands close around Tara’s waist to steady her and stop her from hitting the ground. They hold each other’s gaze for a moment, but Tara gently pushes him off, attempting to escape before she can’t hold herself back anymore and tears start to stream down her face.

“I should go-” Tara stops when Mark doesn’t let go of her and instead tightens his grip.

“Why?” He pulls their bodies even closer but is momentarily distracted by the fact Tara feels thinner than she ever was when they were together. It’s ridiculous, but he can’t help but wonder if this new relationship with Darius or her newfound interest for tight designer clothing are to blame. “Is your new boyfriend waiting for you?” He adds another painful question, smiling viciously.

“This is about enough” Tara composes herself and gathers the courage to push Mark away, her face quickly regains some of the confidence she has been lacking all this time. “I came here to apologize and tell you the engagement news are only a misunderstanding, but you’ve done nothing but ridicule me.”

Mark has already drawn breath to answer, but the shock of what she’s said renders him speechless. He looks at her sheepishly, but she goes on, without paying too much attention to his embarrassed expression.

“And I get it, Mark.” A chuckle of bitterness slips through her lips ”You’re hurt and you’re trying to get back at me acting like an idiot, but we both know that’s not who you are, or who I came looking for.” Tara fixes the cuffs of her chiffon dress distractedly before leveling her eyes to him “I am truly sorry, Mark. For everything. For the way I ignored you these past weeks and the ridiculous drama. I never meant to hurt you, the guys or your family.”

Mark sighs and runs a hand over the back of his neck, trying to process it all and find the right words to apologize. But Tara keeps going.

“And I’m sorry about Mindy and the fact I didn’t talk to you about it first, but it just didn’t make any sense that I loved you more than I loved myself.” Mark glances at the floor, his face losing all color. “It still doesn’t, to be honest”

Before Mark can reply or do anything at all, Tara turns on her heel and walks out of the room. She doesn’t want Jason or Mrs. Yang to see her leaving because she’s pretty sure they will try to stop her. Against her better judgment she disapparates as soon as she closes the door behind her.

Within a few seconds, Tara materializes in her apartment. Her unexpected arrival catches her brother off guard, making him drop his phone.

“Tara, for fuck's sake, you’re going to kill me next time you-“ he stops abruptly when he notices how Tara swipes the back of her hand across her cheek. His heart clenches.

Is she crying?

The mere thought appears ridiculous to him. Tara doesn’t cry. She didn’t cry when she fell from that tree in the backyard of the Fawley Manor when she was 3 years old. She didn’t cry when their mother and grandparents forgot her sixth birthday. She didn’t cry when Tyler’s pet ate one of her bunnies. Tara didn’t cry when that awful ex boyfriend of hers moved halfway across the globe. Damn, Tara didn’t even cry after breaking up with him.

Tyler thinks over everything he could recall about his sister. Now that he thinks about it, he has never seen Tara cry. He has seen her annoyed. He has seen her angry. He has seen her happy. He has seen her feigning politeness. He has seen her frustrated. But he has never seen her cry. Tara is never weak. She seems to have a backbone made of steel. Nothing ever seems to penetrate her walls.

Not until this moment anyhow. In this moment he can notice a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes.

“T, what happened?”

She doesn’t answer so he reaches across the distance separating them, but she draws away from him, probably too embarrassed to let him get any closer.

“Tara, what happened? Are you ok?” Tyler has no experience whatsoever dealing with complicated emotions, so he feels as though he’s tiptoeing around broken glass. When there’s no response, Tyler attempts to get close to her for the second time. And he fails again because Tara starts sobbing louder and tears stream down her cheeks, ruining her flawless makeup.

Her reaction unnerves and distresses Tyler.

“Oh, T. Stop crying, please” Tyler finally manages to move beside her and awkwardly wraps an arm around her. “I can’t bear to see you cry”

“I can’t help it” She gasps through gritted teeth. “Do you think I want to?”

Tyler pats her arm softly, apologetically and then pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket and pushes it into her fingers with silent sympathy, though he still doesn’t understand what is going on.

“What happened, T? Please talk to me”

“I’m heartbroken” It’s all she says before giving in and burying her face in the crook of her brother’s neck.

Tyler attempts to comfort her, but without even noticing he clenches a fist, muttering an oath under his breath. Whoever is to blame for his sister’s breakdown will surely pay for it. And he thinks he has a slight idea of who that is.

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#mark #otp #story #tara #tyler #oc #nct #johnny

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fantasticallytae · 6 years

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Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Genres: angst/fluff, Gang! au themes

Warnings: Swearing

Word count 3.8k

Winter was always the best season − when everything was frosty, cosy and snowy. As winter time was approaching you couldn’t help but be excited about it. You could feel the temperature drop, the air around you colder than ever, and you could finally wear warm clothes again. Last time you saw Jungkook was on the rooftop of the hotel building, roughly a week ago and time couldn’t possibly move any slower. Even though the days were getting shorter, it felt like every time you had planned to see Jungkook again, time stretched and morphed into unbelievably long. To no surprise, you agreed to meet the next week, after you both clambered down from the rooftop, left the hotel building thanking the receptionist and walking home.

The adrenaline from that day stayed with you for the whole week until you ended up back at the playground, this time waiting for Jungkook to arrive, as you got there early.

You remembered to bring your earphones with you, so you put one in and start your playlist. You hum lightly to the tune of the song, but before you settle fully, a slight paranoiac feeling settles at the back of your throat, as if someone is waiting to pounce any second. You know that its just you, but the feeling just seems to be getting a little worse every time you think about it. You keep staring directly at your phone, trying to ignore your brain. You feel a shadow laying on you as it’s directly blocking you from the son. Your breathing stops for just an instant. Wincing and slowly directing your eyesight upwards, you are met with Jungkooks crescent eyes glancing down at you endearingly. Immediately feeling relief, you let out a sigh and smile up at him.

‘Hey’ You greet, this time speaking up first, still slightly out of breath. He softly frowns, seeing that something might have been up, but seeing you smile at him reassured him just enough for it to pass by his head.

‘No time for greetings, young one, we have places to explore’ he jokes, somehow his smile getting even wider than when he spotted you lightly swinging on on the swing set. You lightheartedly laugh at him and stand up, forgetting your anxiety, feeling the rapidly cool gust of air from your sharp movement chilling you to the bone.

‘Oh crap’ He notices your raised shoulders and the faint chittering of your teeth ‘You must actually be freezing to death here’ And like in a painfully cliche movie, he shakes off the jacket off his shoulders and extends his arm towards you for you to take it. Seeing he only has a long sleeve underneath, you shake your head.

‘At least I have a sweater on me. You're gonna freeze over’ you explain, but he’s not having any of it.

‘Don’t make me force you into it’ He says with a boyish smirk indicating a joke, but also that he’s serious about you having it. Trying to ignore his smirk, you roll your eyes and lightly grasp it from him and putting in one arm after the other, you feel his body warmth still lingering on the jacket, as it warms you up in turn. The jacket’s huge on you, but that just adds to the cosiness. With it comes a pleasant smell of something that reminds you of a very faint, distant scent of black vanilla. You didn’t know what to expect but you weren’t complaining. You let out a long ‘Let’s gooo’ throwing your hands up slightly, this time leading the way out of the playground. Jungkook giggles at you and follows you out.

‘Wait up’ he says, seeing that you’re very eager to get to your destination. You're a few steps ahead of him, so you turn and see him pointing in the other direction, laughing at your confidence. You stupidly trudge back to where he is, mumbling a quiet ‘oops’ as you join his side before heading in the opposite direction.

‘We’re gonna have to take a drive there’ he clarifies, which you’re not exactly too bothered by, but it’ll definitely be a new experience.

‘And how will we do that?’ you question

‘I have a car’

‘Oh. That’s pretty cool’

‘I know right’ he humours, joining in laughing with you.

Before long, you arrive at a little away from a small parking lot outside an apartment block, that you can only assume is where Jungkooks place is, but you’re not left wondering for long.

‘This is my apartment building’ he states nonchalantly to you. The street is a little run down and you can see that it’s not the nicest place in the world but you can’t expect him to have a mansion. He’s a college student after all.

‘Why didn’t you just drive up to the playground or my place?’ you ask, seemingly a better option for him.

‘Walking with you is fun’ he smiles, as you trot along the pavement towards the parking lot. You are still boggled at how a person can be so impossibly nice and generous.

Jungkook stops in front of his car and you stop with him. Its seemingly old appearance is counteracted by its smooth, red, polished surface, showing that the car is taken care of. Searching in his jean pockets, he pulls out his car keys and unlocks his car.

‘Get in loser, we’re going shopping’ he quotes, making you chuckle loudly. You circle the car to get to the passenger side and hop in, immediately noticing the scent of black vanilla wafting around, just like on the jacket still on you. You close the door and observe the neat interior of the car, despite it having a vaguely vintage feel. Jungkook gets in too and shortly notices your amusement in his efforts to keep his car clean.

‘This is super nice, Jungkook’ you comment on your surrounding. He just shoots up his eyebrows a few times as if to humorously say ‘I know’ and ignites the engine before placing his arm around your seat and pulling out of the parking spot. Once you’re steadily on the road he asserts keeping his eyes on the road.

‘You know, when we get there, I’d like you to meet some people’ on the phrase “meet some people” you become slightly uneasy. Meeting new people was always hard for you, and you don’t know how it might go this time, but you trust Jungkook to take some of the stress off you.

‘Am I allowed to know where we are going this time?’

‘Train tracks’ he simply responds, as if it gives away anything to you at all. You look at him with wonder and he’s forced to explain more.

‘Abandoned train tracks’ he says again ‘It’s nice and quiet down there. We set up a fire and food there once in a while. I thought you could join us.’ How it’s laid out in your head, it seems quite peaceful, and to your little goody two shoe brain, it sounds fun and almost rebellious, which you don’t have much against. Though you wonder who “we” are.

‘Who’s this “we” you’re on about?’

‘Don’t worry. They’re nice people. They go by Jimin and Taehyung. Jimin is actually a little kitten, he won’t hurt a soul.’ He giggles to himself. ‘Taehyung is really outgoing, you’ll make friends with them in no time’ he quickly glances at you to see your reaction. You look like you’re in thought, you’re just wondering if you’ll like them as much as Jungkook says so.

‘Hm,’ you let out a little sound of approval before you’re left to look out the window at the trees and bushes lining the road. You’re surprised at how quickly you exited the city to be surrounded by nature. Out of nowhere, you swear you see a snowflake pass by your window, then another, until you are sure that it’s starting to snow.

‘Hey is that snow?’ Jungkook exclaims, speaking your thoughts

'I think so' you say excitedly, hoping that the winter season is finally showing itself. Judging by Jungkooks reaction to the snowflakes, he too likes winter, which you can't be more excited about.

After just a few more minutes of driving down the countryside, Jungkook took a turn that evidently led into nothing but a sea of green. It felt as if you were surrounded by nature wherever you looked. You've only ever had the chance to admire the flowers and trees surrounding you when you were younger when your parents dragged you to go camping, which you never wanted to go to anyway. Living in the city was seriously a different life to living in the countryside.

You could see a stretch of flat land ahead of you, the ground covered in pebbles and rocks, indicating to you that you were near the train tracks. Surely enough, a loud honk startles you, only for you to look over and see it was Jungkook, making his presence known. He pulls up to the side of the road and turns off the engine.

'We're here' he assures, before getting out. As you step out of the car you see two smiling faces appear from around the corner and approach you. You can only assume it's the so-called Jimin and Taehyung. Seeing them beaming a kind smile towards ye both you can't help but remember how Jungkook told you that his friends are nothing you should be concerned about. Your mind is left in slight confusion for a moment, but you decide to ignore it and go along.

One of the boys was shorter than the other, sporting a smile that spread all the way up to his eyes, creasing them even further than when Jungkook smiles. He's got quite a small figure, but you can tell he isn't exactly fragile. The other boy has got an even wider grin than the shorter boy, which forms into almost a perfect square shape. He's already spreading his arms to engulf Jungkook into a bear hug, while the smaller boy trudges across the stones in his boots behind him. You look over at Jungkook, who appears ever so graceful in the falling snow, but you won't admit that to yourself, you think it's the snowflakes, making everything appear more elegant.

You are shortly noticed by one of the boys who lifts his eyebrows in recognition and makes his way around the car towards you.

'You must be y/n' he calls out happily before stopping in front of you and leaning on the car comfortably.

'And you must be either Jimin or Taehyung' you smile back at him, quite obviously not knowing, but recalling as much as you can from what Jungkook told you. He throws his head back, brushing his hair with his hand in one motion, letting out an airy laugh, sounding like music to your ears.

'Jungkook must have not told you anything about us' he brings his head back down, showing a playful pout as if he's actually hurt. You chuckle in turn, internally marvelling at his beautiful face structure and easy going behaviour.

'I'm Jimin' he tells you 'The brat over there is Taehyung' he turns his head to see his reaction. Taehyung just sticks his tongue out at Jimin before jogging in your direction.

'Ya' he shouts 'I wanna talk to y/n too' whining, he jogs past Jimin, ruffling his hair, as he stops beside you, throwing a relaxed arm around your shoulders, leading you away from the car onto the gravel ground, all of your footsteps making loud skittering, crunching sounds as you walk forward.

'So I guess you know I'm Taehyung now' he laughs letting go of your shoulder and tucking his hands into his bomber jacket.

'Little 'kook over here has been telling us so much about you' He teases, earning a punch from Jungkook, who joins your side so that you're walking between them. Taehyung let's out a loud groan, rubbing the pain from his arm after Jungkooks blow.

'Not true' Jungkook grumbles quietly to himself, as you come up to an old stationery train wagon. You observe that all of the windows have been shattered and the coating of rust on the metal has been forming for a long long time. You're nudged out of your daydream by Jungkook patting your back to get your attention. He softly smiles, realising he startled you out of your thoughts.

'Let's get up' he briefly points up to the roof of the wagon.

'Ladies first' you hear Taehyung from behind you quip.

'I'll boost you up, but you have to work with me' Jungkook gently explains with a delicate face expression.

'Hey, I'm not a baby!' you retort quickly, trying to fit in with their evident rebellious, boy-like behaviour.

'Yeah, yeah shorty' Jimin cheerfully mocks. You fake mad as you furrow your eyebrows and cross your arms playfully, earning a giggle from all three of them. Jimin just swiftly runs up to a ledge, grabs on and seamlessly pulls himself up into a sitting position at the edge of the roof. For a second you stare in awe at how graceful an action such as climbing on to a train can be, the snow not helping your admiration.

Jungkook crouches and locks his hands together before you can even realise, so he calls out to you. You look down at him and walk over, placing your hands on his shoulders and stepping onto his hands. He counts down from three and easily hoists you up as far as he can to make sure you're okay by yourself. You manage to inelegantly mount yourself up to the top and sit beside Jimin, whose legs are dangling childishly off the edge. Taehyung waits for Jungkook to, just like Jimin, climb up before he himself grabs on and pulls himself up. How they do it so beautifully exceeds your understanding but you soon forget after Jungkook plops himself beside you, Taehyung following.

Jungkooks arm brushes past yours, and you instantly notice how he's shivering like crazy. You completely forgot he gave his coat to you and sacrificed his warmth. You realised how warm and snug you are, so you proceed to take off the jacket. Jungkook watches you, confused, but you quickly turn to drape the jacket over his shoulders.

'You're shaking' you state, seeing how even his teeth are chattering now. Snowflakes are stuck to his dark hair and clothes, which make him appear like some kind of snow fairy, and you just can't seem to get over yourself.

'You'll be cold too' he utters plainly. And for the second time around Jungkook, a surge if confidence passes your mind as you scoot up to him so that your legs are touching.

'We can share it' you say coming up with a plan to solve the conflict. This time round Jungkook isn't as shocked at your forward proposition, but he can't hide that he finds your courage seriously lovable.

He slightly leans over to wrap one of the jacket shoulders on your shoulders before he scoots even further so that you both fit. In this position, you can feel his breath just barely graze your neck as he breathes out. With it comes the pleasant smell of apples from presumably his hair again. You lightly blush, hoping that it's slight enough to blame it on the cold.

'Well if I knew this was gonna happen I would've given you both jackets' Jimin teases for the countless time tonight as him and Taehyung laugh, high-fiving behind you. You both blush harder and Jungkook coughs awkwardly, but neither of you move away, instead, you cherish the warmth you're both getting from not only the coat but also each other.

Everyone falls into a serene silence, watching the trees ahead slowly get coated with a thin layer of white. Although the sky is quite cloudy, sections of the colourful sky make their way through, colouring the scene different hues. Noticing your eyelids slowly closing, you try your hardest to stay awake, but the warmth and silence proving to be difficult contestants.

'Hey!' Taehyung shouts out of nowhere, alarming all of you. 'We forgot to make a fire' he shoots his box of a grin before jumping down and disappearing into the wagon. You yawn loudly, stretching your arms forward, accidentally dropping the jacket off your shoulders. Jungkook reaches to pick it up but before he can place it back on you, you cheekily jump down from the rooftop and crane your neck to look up at him.

'Put it on' you insist, not being content until you know Jungkook will be warm. Jungkook doesn't interject this time, but just throws it on and jumps down beside you.

You decide to investigate where Taehyung disappeared to. You step into the wagon through the open door at the side, to spot Taehyung, who looks like he's gathering supplies for the fire. The inside of the wagon is surprisingly spacious, what looks to be man-made shelves line the wall full of food, tools and for god knows what else. His face lights up when he sees you.

'Here' he hands you a net full of firewood 'Take it outside?' he simply questions, so you nod and head out. Seeing that Jimin is still up on the roof you ask;

'Where do you usually set up this fire?'

'Just chuck it somewhere around' he responds, jumping down too. You throw the wood down at your feet and Jungkook and Taehyung come out of the wagon with arms full of supplies, walking towards you. Placing the things down beside the firewood, Taehyung speaks up again.

'Jimin, it's your turn' he's assumingly talking about taking turns to light the fire. No one interjects, but Jimin just groans in remembering that it's his turn, yet he crouches down and begins whatever it is he's doing.

'Taehyung and I will bring over some old logs to sit on. Wait here' Jungkook smiles before jogging off after Taehyung, leaving you with Jimin. You decide to crouch directly opposite him and maybe help him with his task.

'Can I help?' you say. He looks up with a smile and waves you off as to say he doesn't need help. You huff, not wanting to seem useless. You start wandering around the perimeter of the area, not realising your distance to the campfire is growing exponentially. You can't help but admire how everything is dusted with a thin cap of snow, and almost looks like some otherworldly Winterland. You can feel the delicate snowflakes settle on your hair and on your jumper, only fantasizing that you look a quarter as good as Jungkook in the snow. Why were you suddenly thinking about Jungkook? You brush your thoughts aside and go back to observing the area.

Before you know it, it's colder and darker than ever and snapping out of your reverie, you panic, not knowing where you are. The paranoic feeling from earlier is back and with greater intensity. Attempting to try to retrace your steps, you can't help but feel that you might just be getting further from the campfire. So stopping in your tracks and taking in a few deep breaths, you try to calm yourself and remember which way you came from.

Completely and utterly failing to identify any sign of your path, you panic again and you can feel tears pricking your eyes, even though you're trying your hardest not to cry. Getting lost in the darkness was not anywhere in your expectations but you stupidly did this to yourself.

'Jungkook' you call out in desperate hopes he might hear because you don't know how far you carelessly wandered off. Not hearing a response you shout again. No response. You're scared, anxious and frustrated at yourself, you can't even think straight. For a fraction of a second, you swear you hear your name being called, and that's enough for you to start running in the direction of the noise. You hear your name louder now and you keep running. You see a row of abandoned wagons and decide to run parallel to them, hoping they might lead you somewhere.

A hard surface suddenly collides against you and you're almost knocked over with the force if it wasn't for someone holding you by the wrist so that you steady yourself. You open your eyes to find Jungkook with a concerned but angry expression pulling you so that you stand properly upright.

In his haze and anger that you went off on your own like that, he raises his voice 'What the fuck was that y/n?'. Surprised that he scolds you so loudly, you start to cry even harder. You know you deserve this, who's dumb enough to walk away in the dark by themselves? You deserve a million times worse for worrying him like this. And you feel even dumber for crying like a little child because he's angry at you.

Seeing you like this ticks off a protective instinct in him and he immediately softens to pull you into an embrace. Still with your hands covering your face, he wraps his arms around you almost twice over and leans his head on yours. He feels your shaking shoulders relax slightly as he hugs you tightly.

'Look, look. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have shouted. I'm really sorry' he detaches himself from you and holds you by your shoulders, so you're forced to look at him. The tears eventually stop flowing and Jungkook is there through all of your crying until you're left with a sniffly nose and puffy eyes and cheeks. He looks straight into your eyes, reassuring you that he's there.

Making sure you have stopped crying and are steady again, he attempts to lighten the mood by stopping you briefly and crouching in front of you with his back towards you. You are so confused as to what the heck he's ministering this time.

'Get on my back' he oddly request but you understand he wants to give you a piggyback ride, and you're in no mood to argue right now, so with a sniff, you adjust yourself on his back, making sure the hands wrapped around his neck are comfortable for him and he lifts up from the ground as if he doesn't even have a weight on him. As he starts moving forward, his velvety hair tickles your cheek and you can't help but faintly giggle.

'What's up' he questions, unavoidably smiling to himself when he hears your laugh.

'Your hair tickles' you say truthfully, feeling like a child talking to someone older, sensing a feeling of sleep creeping up on your conscience.

'You dork' he whispers and it's the last thing you hear before finally letting sleep take over.

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