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who's your bias? | kth

Everyone says idols shouldn’t date their fans. Little did you know the crazy sasaengs aren't the ones who might ruin your relationship. It might just be your boyfriend's best friends.

» pairing: idol!taehyung x music producer girlfriend!reader

» wc/date: 12.6k | January 2023

» notes: this was entirely self-indulgent 😂 i hope my taehyung whores enjoy my first idol au oneshot. also i wrote 80% of this while i was high and with no beta so if it's bad, now you know why

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» what was jai listening to? impatient - jeremih ft. ty dolla $ign

“Y/N, stop it right now.”

Your boyfriend breathes the command faster than you can even open your mouth to greet him. With a roll of your eyes, you put your phone on speaker and sit it on the floor beside you. Rummaging through the cardboard boxes littering your apartment is easier done with both hands.

“Why hello, Taehyung. What a pleasure to hear from you.”

“Are you seriously mad at me right now?” From the whine in his voice you’re positive he’s wearing a deep pout, bottom lip jutting out as far as it can. You love kissing his pouts away.

But not this time! And not just because you’re on opposite sides of the world.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep? It’s so late there and I’m sure you’re very tired from displaying your dick to all of America for three hours.��

The cardboard box in front of you has “BEDROOM” scribbled in your father’s handwriting on the side in thick, black Sharpie. It’s full of little trinkets and random decor. A Shooky plushie is crammed into the corner in between a cracked Army bomb and a small framed photo of you with your parents. You smile to yourself despite your boyfriend’s huffing over the phone. Your father had given you a strange look as he helped you pack the items as if to ask, Really? Do you really need these?

Just because you’re dating a member of BTS now doesn’t mean you can’t cherish your old BTS merch! It’s not weird, in your opinion. It would only be weird if you made it weird. And you weren’t making it weird.

“I did not display my dick!”

You roll your eyes for probably the fifth time while you ponder where to put Shooky. You'd kept it on your dresser in your old home in the States. Something tells you Taehyung won’t appreciate the lack of a Tata beside it.

“You were thrusting and throwing it around! And pointing at it while doing it, too!”

“Y/N!”

“Don’t Y/N me! I have my TikTok evidence!”

With your cracked Army bomb in hand, you open the app in question, scrolling through your favorited videos until you get to the one. The one uploaded only a day before. The one you’d texted to Taehyung which prompted his immediate phone call.

“And what does the caption say?” you ask but then cut Taehyung off before he can answer the question. “It says, and I quote, ‘I will never forget Taehyung doing this. I looped this for hours. Kim Taehyung lives in my head rent-free.’ Hashtag Taehyung. Hashtag HipsDon’tLie. With the woozy face emoji. And do we need to discuss the music choice?”

“Y/N, can you please-”

“Slut Me Out,” you deadpan in a monotone voice. “That is the song they chose for you.”

The other end is silent for so long you start to feel bad. Every time your jealousy spikes, you seem to act on impulse rather than thinking through how you might make Taehyung feel. Yes, he sometimes plays his part in the group a little too well, but you also knew that this was his job. It’s his job to make people get excited - excited for the music, the group, and himself as an idol.

Still, your opinion is the most important to him, and you know that.

“Jagiya…” Taehyung sniffles and you feel your heart shatter.

Fuck, you really are a bitch, aren’t you?

“Tae, I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry. I just… I don’t know, I didn’t really think anything of it. It’s just an act, y’know?”

You did know. Away from the stage and the cameras, Taehyung is quiet, almost shy. He’s happy to be a silent observer of whatever chaos his members create. He gifts everyone with puffy cheeks and boxy grins, sometimes a boisterous laugh that manages to make your heart soar every time. But the soft-spoken soul you listen to old school R&B with while you smoke strawberry swisher blunts on the balcony late into the night, and convince that yes, the apartment is soundly built and no, the balcony will not randomly fall out beneath you… That person is different from the person you see wearing a resting bitch face in interviews or the person who chews away at imaginary gum during concerts.

You find all versions of Taehyung endearing, although the fake gum chewing is kind of embarrassing if you wanted to be perfectly honest.

“I know, Tae. I’m sorry I’m being judgmental for no reason,” you insist and you hope he believes you. Complaints about his idol status typically resulted in red eyes and sniffles, yet sometimes you couldn’t stop yourself from pushing his pressure points despite his sensitivity.

Your apology puts Taehyung in a better mood because his following comment is cheekier than you expect.

“You get jealous a lot, jagi.” His smug tone is close to bringing back your irritation.

“I am not jealous of some fans in a stadium, thanks.”

“Good,” he says more cheerfully. “‘Cause I only have sights for you.”

That makes you laugh and you feel your earlier heaviness disappear. “You mean, you only have eyes for me?”

“Isn’t that what I said?”

You shake your head as if Taehyung can see you. A few photo strips are beneath Shooky in the cardboard box. You silently curse your father (respectfully and endearingly) for casually placing something so fragile in the bottom of a box. The photos are of you and Taehyung in a photo booth at a birthday party for an idol you didn’t know. An actor, you think. You thumb at one of the corners of the photo strip that has curled inward. Taehyung’s hair was straight then, and short, falling just above his ears. You much prefer the thick waves he wears now.

“You’re so cute.”

“Only for you.”

“Oh shut up, now you’re being corny.”

You’re not sure why, but you try to suppress the smile Taehyung’s light flirting coaxes out of you, even though he can’t see you. Accepting his teasing affection has always been hard for you. All the boys are too caring; it makes you uncomfortable, but not in a bad way. You’re just not used to men acting like that. They’re all very different from the men you’ve been around growing up. There’s a reason Taehyung can’t listen to you talk about your ex-boyfriends without getting pissed.

“Mmm, maybe. I’m also sleepy,” Taehyung slurs. His voice is so soft you almost can’t hear him, so you lift your phone to your ear rather than use the speaker setting. The smoothness feels like a lullaby gentle enough to carry you to sleep, even though it’s still daylight in Seoul.

“Goodnight, Kim.” You decide for him, knowing he would stay on the phone if you let him.

Confirming your thoughts, Taehyung grumbles when he speaks next. “I love you, jagi.”

“I love you, too.” People always talk about the “honeymoon phase” when the butterflies disappear and couples no longer feel the exciting draw toward each other anymore. It’s been less than a year since you started dating Taehyung, but you’re confident that your heart will always flutter when you hear those three words so confidently spoken. Taehyung had been the first to say it; something about that makes you even more sure of your relationship.

“Can’t wait to see you soon so I can slut you out.”

“... please go to bed and never say that ever again.”

In the distance, you hear someone start yelling. The noise is accompanied by a rather aggressive ruffling sound, as though Taehyung’s phone is being rubbed against fabric.

“Are you two having phone sex?” The second voice accuses, this time sounding much clearer.

“Hyung, leave me alone,” Taehyung whines. “Y/N, tell him to go away.”

You let out a long sigh, but the grin finally cuts through the hardened expression you try to maintain. “Goodnight, Jimin.”

It sounds like the two boys start physically fighting each other before Taehyung lets out a breathy, “Goodnight, baby,” accompanied by Jimin screeching something you can’t understand before the call ends.

With a shake of your head, you leave your phone on the floor and get up to position Shooky and your Army bomb on your dresser. You’ll figure out what to do with it later, you decide.

Later ends up being three more days of you giving a half-assed attempt to sort through the boxes. Your bedroom is mostly organized by the end of the week with only one more box remaining, shoved into the corner of the room. It’s a bunch of family keepsakes that will make you cry if you start looking at them.

Right now you want to make a beeline to the kitchen.

It’s hard not to trip over all the boxes that litter your apartment, most of them already torn open and half-empty. The kitchen hasn’t been fully unpacked, either, so you opt for instant ramen in the microwave rather than dig for utensils to cook a proper meal. It’s pretty bad. You and Taehyung are a terrible match; you both have no idea how to cook. There’s no point in all the fancy kitchenware your parents bought you. You’ll never master any of it. It’s not because you don’t put in any effort, like Taehyung. You’re genuinely shit at cooking.

And baking? That’s even worse.

You stand in the middle of your living room while you shovel ramen in your mouth. It’s too hot, so you inhale loudly through your teeth to cool the food off before it scorches your throat. There’s so much you need to do, and it’s making you nauseous thinking about it. Somewhere in the mix of boxes are your Hangeul textbooks that you should be studying in your free time instead of playing video games and video chatting with your friends. It’s only been a week and a half, but you already feel lonely without the constant presence of your friends and family. The boys have been on tour the entire time. Namjoon decided you moving to Seoul while they’re on tour would make your arrival less suspicious, and everyone would be more focused on the tour than whatever an unknown American music producer is doing.

In your opinion, Namjoon was overthinking the whole thing as he is wont to do. But you let him be bossy because you know his heart is in the right place. It’s not like the public knows you’re dating Taehyung. There hasn’t been any press or rumors about you at all. You’re genuinely unknown.

You prefer it that way.

Your fork scrapes the bottom of the bowl and you realize you’ve scarfed down the ramen without much thought. You suppose it’s easier to do that when you aren’t using chopsticks. (You’ve managed to master them, for the most part, but you prefer to fall back on forks when you’re alone at home.)

You place the bowl on top of the large cardboard box in front of the couch. It has the pieces for your coffee table inside, but you haven’t had the energy to put it together yet. The part of you that allows your feminism to leave your body whenever the boys are around is kind of hoping you can get one of them to build it for you. Maybe Yoongi. He’s into that kind of stuff.

With a sigh, you flop onto the couch and slip your phone out of your back pocket. A few Whatsapp and KakaoTalk notifications light up the screen. You used to be terrible at responding to texts, but moving halfway across the world has made you a better texter. It’s a way to fill the loneliness.

[Alex] hey bitch

[Alex] this 15 hour time difference sucks ass

[You] I’m sorry

[Alex] its fine. i’ll forgive you for chasing money and dick

[You] I’m not chasing dick omg

[Alex] dont lie

[Alex] whats that tiffany pollard meme

[You] Stop

[Alex] i know his dick is big. i know it! i know it’s big!

[You] I hate you

[Alex] you didnt deny it. anywayyy did you see this?

As much as you adore Alex, she’s an expert at getting under your skin. You remind yourself that it’s all harmless as you click on the link she texts you.

BTS' V woos fans with his casual rockstar visuals on his return from world tour

Kim Taehyung, also known professionally as V of BTS, was spotted at John F. Kennedy International Airport on Friday. The singer is reportedly returning early to South Korea ahead of his band members after completing the final performance of their…

You don’t know why you read the shitty k-pop tabloids. You figure it’s the same reason why people make a hobby out of watching bad movies. There’s a weird itch in the back of your brain that can’t be scratched unless you open the link Alex texts you— teasingly, of course, because she thinks she’s being funny. Your friends don’t understand the nauseous feeling you get when you scroll through the article and accidentally click on a link that takes you to an external website flaunting doctored photos of your boyfriend with Jennie Kim.

BTS’ V and BLACKPINK’s Jennie Spend Romantic Weekend in Paris

You know it’s a lie because the weekend in question was the same weekend Taehyung flew you to Seoul to do a final walkthrough of your apartment before you signed off on it. Taehyung spent every second of that weekend by your side.

The article makes you sick anyway.

You’re so caught up in trying to craft a text to Alex to explain why she needs to leave you the fuck alone that you don’t hear the sound of your apartment’s front door open over the music you’re listening to.

“I’m gone for a few months and I come home to you listening to some other band?”

“Holy shit, Tae, you can’t do that to me,” you yelp when Taehyung leans over the back of the couch to hover over your shoulder.

“Explain yourself.” His voice is warm honey and milk even when his strong eyebrows point downward in mock disappointment. The expression is almost convincing, his naturally sharp features making conjuring up a dark appearance easier.

“You can’t tell me Stray Kids’ new album isn’t good.”

“Jagiya, I just got home,” Taehyung whines. “Kiss me and stop thirsting over Australian boys.”

He touches your chin to tip your head backward. You lean your head against the back of the couch and look up at him. The position makes you think of the iconic Spiderman kiss, seeing Taehyung’s face upside down above yours.

“Y’know, I worked on a few of their songs. Before I met you.”

The confession is meant to tease him for making fun of your music choice. Of course, words’ impact often diverges from intent. It’s in the twist of his face and the way he pulls back slightly just before his lips brush against yours that you know you’ve made him jealous.

“Oh did you?” His hair hangs around his face as he leans over you.

“Mhm, Bang Chan’s accent is really cu—”

You shouldn’t be shocked when strong hands squeeze your waist and Taehyung hauls you off the couch to stand in front of him. He wraps his arm around your waist to pull you tightly against his chest.

“You didn’t work with any other groups before us, okay?”

You purse your lips to hold in the laughter that threatens to explode from your chest. All you can do is nod in agreement. It reminds you of girls getting upset when they remember their boyfriends dated other people before them.

“Good.”

Taehyung dips his head down to connect his lips with yours. The closeness of his body forces you to inhale his cologne and feel goosebumps travel down your arms. It’s been months since you’ve so much as held Taehyung’s hand and you feel like you’ve been starved. Your body trembles so severely that you dig your nails into his biceps to hold yourself upright. You moan into his mouth, already open and ready for you because Taehyung is nothing but giving.

The kiss isn’t bruising, not yet. It’s slow and deep. Taehyung takes his time reminding himself of your taste. You grip the nape of his neck to pull him down as you meet him by standing on your tiptoes. His height has always been one of your favorite aspects of his physical appearance. Dark, watchful eyes that pierce into your soul might be at the top of the list.

His tongue swirls around yours, only retreating to suck your bottom lip into his mouth. His teeth graze along the plump skin, each nibble making you dizzy in the head. You normally hate wet kisses, but there’s something satisfying about seeing Taehyung’s lips pink and shiny with your spit when he finally pulls away. Pride thrums in your chest; you did that. You made his tan skin flush pink. You made his eyes dark and sharp. You made his breathing ragged and desperate.

And, fuck, does it feel good.

You run your fingers along his sharp jawline and watch the muscles flex beneath his taunt skin. “Don’t clench your jaw like that. It’s not good for you,” you muse, allowing your fingers to skim over his Adam’s apple.

“I’m trying to stay calm.”

Your eyebrows fly up with concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Wanna bend you over the couch and fuck you until you can’t walk,” Taehyung says with such a gentle tone that the stark difference between what he says and how he says it has your body trembling once again.

You inhale sharply and let your hand fall from his throat. Instead, you reach for the lapels of his leather jacket and squeeze them.

“Why don’t you?”

You can’t look at him when you ask. Even though you’ve been dating for almost a year, Taehyung still intimidates the hell out of you sometimes. The darkness of his eyes when he gets horny sends you reeling. You’re sure if you look up, you’ll see The Look. He stares at you unabashedly with an expression of desire so strong you feel like he might consume you just by looking at you.

“You haven’t eaten yet and I need to take a shower.”

“How do you know I haven’t eaten yet?” With a pout, you finally dare to look your boyfriend in the face. The way he gapes at you is judgmental and doesn’t make you feel devour-worthy at all.

“I know you,” he scoffs. “You’re just like Jimin. I bet you haven’t even been awake more than two hours.”

Barely a year into your relationship and he’s already reading you like an open book. You can’t stay salty about it when his bread cheeks come out and he’s giggling at the frustrated “hmph” you let out.

“I’ll be fast,” he promises with a smirk that collapses into another fit of giggles. The hearty slap on your ass encourages you toward the kitchen while Taehyung makes his way to the bathroom.

You did already eat, but today is an outlier. Normally, you are like Jimin, staying up too late and sleeping in longer than everyone else. And sometimes you’re like Yoongi, too. You get so caught up in the songs you’re working on that you forget to stop to eat or pee or look somewhere other than at a computer screen.

The move to Seoul threw you off your usual work schedule. Everything you need to get done is looming over your head like a dark cloud. If Namjoon comes back before you finish editing the English lyrics of his upcoming single, you might die of embarrassment, no matter how many times Taehyung insists that Namjoon won’t be disappointed.

Taehyung wasn’t lying about being quick. He’s wearing a white cotton t-shirt and grey sweatpants when he returns, hair damp and swept away from his face. You’re still standing at the fridge, painfully aware of how little food you have. Plenty of grapefruit soju, though. Priorities.

“Do you want ramen?” You eventually ask. When Taehyung doesn’t respond, you turn to give him a sheepish smile. He probably thinks you’re ridiculous.

Taehyung is sitting at the kitchen table with your phone in his hands. His eyebrows scrunch together and he turns to you with narrowed eyes.

“Why were you looking at this?”

He lifts your phone in your direction. The doctored photos of him and Jennie glare back at you. You feel your heart drop into the pit of your stomach.

“Tae, I didn’t—” You snap your mouth shut because, honestly, it looks bad. It looks bad no matter how you explain yourself because Taehyung’s bottom lip is already quivering and you know you’re both replaying the stupid TikTok phone call in your heads right now.

The two of you stare at each other for only god knows how long. You’re the first to break; not many people can hold their own in a staring contest with Kim Taehyung. Yoongi is probably the only one. Jungkook would give a valiant effort, but he’d ultimately crumble in a fit of nervous giggles. Taehyung is scary when he wants to be.

Dating Taehyung started as an unbelievably exciting experience. You had your brush with fame before meeting the boys, but Taehyung was the first idol to give you genuine attention beyond whatever job needed to be done. Not that you’d ever sought it out; you had more dignity than that. No, Taehyung pursued you. Who could blame you when you fell head over heels for the sinfully gorgeous man who seemed larger than life? The long legs, big hands, and chiseled features were dangerous enough. Throw in a glowing personality, quirky sense of humor, and a big-hearted desire to care for others and you had a man who was too good to be true.

And who are you? Some dumb American kid with average looks, a standoff personality as a result of having a bit of social anxiety (and trouble acclimating to a new country), and a penchant for fucking things up. Maybe it was your fault for not seriously considering how hard it was going to be to date an idol.

“C’mere, jagi,” Taehyung murmurs, beckoning you.

You expected waterworks— hell, you’re ready to start crying yourself. Instead, Taehyung wears a tired but soft smile. He holds your waist as you climb into his lap, straddling him. He wiggles a little in the chair to adjust you more comfortably on his thighs.

“Koreaboo, really?” He gathers your face in his hands, thumbs running across your cheeks. His hands are soft and you regret not washing your face when you woke up. Sometimes it’s not fun to date someone as beautiful as Taehyung.

“It was an accident.”

You avoid his gaze, but Taehyung coaxes you back to look him in the eyes. It’s hard. There’s so much passion swimming in them. He blinks up at you with an earnestness that makes your heart ache because you’re always the one causing problems.

“They could have at least used better pictures of me,” he complains with an exaggerated pout.

“Maybe I’ll send them some from my private collection.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Taehyung grins as he threatens you, so you grin back.

“Oh, I dare.”

Quick fingers dig into your sides and you let out an embarrassing squeal. Taehyung doesn’t let up on tickling you until you’ve got tears in your eyes and your threats to elbow him in the face start sounding a bit too real.

“Please don’t torture yourself with shit like that, okay?” He mumbles the request into your neck because your arms are thrown around his shoulders.

You slide your fingers into his hair to cradle his head against your chest. When you dig your nails into his scalp he lets out a low groan. Nothing about the position you’re in is sexual, but you’re quickly reminded that this is the most skin-on-skin contact you’ve had with your boyfriend in months. With that fact in mind, you don’t feel bad when you scoot further into his lap and squeeze his thighs with your own.

“Tae?”

“Hmm?” When he tilts his head back to look up at you, he’s got that spacey, blissed-out look on his face.

“Tell me you love me.” You place your finger against the little freckle on the tip of his nose.

The slow, boxy grin is almost better than hearing the words. Your finger migrates to touch the freckle on his lip.

“I love you with all my heart.” He punctuates the confession with a kiss on the tip of your finger. “Your turn.”

You roll your eyes, but it’s the reaction he’s looking for.

“I love you, too. You dork.”

“So romantic,” he laughs, but the amusement doesn’t reach his eyes. Instead, he watches you with lust darker than what consumed his expression earlier.

You sit with your breath burning in your lungs as Taehyung slips his hands beneath your baggy t-shirt. His smooth palms slide up your rib cage until he reaches your tits, palming one in each hand. The tilt of his chin tells you he wants another kiss, and who are you to deny him what he wants? You dig your nails in his hair harder while you kiss him, tugging to angle his head in the direction you want. Small moments like this give the appearance that you’re in control. And Taehyung loves domming while you both pretend you’re the one in charge.

He pulls back with a wet smack. If it was anyone else, you’d be ashamed of the whimper that sounds from your throat as Taehyung removes his hands from your shirt. You grip his hair tighter, but Taehyung just chuckles.

“So needy. What am I going to do with you?”

You could give him a couple of ideas. There isn’t time, though. Taehyung is already grasping your chin and tilting it down.

“Open up for me, okay?”

Your cheeks grow hot as you open your mouth. You already know where this is going, so you stick out your tongue. Still, it’s difficult not to squirm when Taehyung presses his index and middle fingers flat against the wet muscle.

“Suck.”

You swallow around his fingers, sucking as best you can as he begins to thrust them into your mouth. It’s vulgar, the wet suctioning sound of his fingers dragging against your tongue. In and out, a steady pace that doesn’t go too fast. Taehyung has such long, gorgeous fingers. You quite enjoy when he wrecks your insides with them until you’re on the brink of tears. Which you’ve come to find is something Taehyung thoroughly enjoys doing.

“You miss having your pretty mouth stuffed?”

You know any attempt at a spoken response will come out as a garbled mess. You whimper, eyes fluttering closed as you swirl your tongue around his fingers. You push your tongue in between his fingers and curl around them.

“Gonna suck my cock like this, jagi?” He purrs the question, ending it so breathy it’s almost a moan as he eases over the term of endearment. “Show me how much you miss me, hm?”

Maybe it’s the deep, sensual way he purrs jagi with heavy eyelids and that crooked smirk on his face. Maybe it’s because he bites his lip when he says it or that he lets his lip go with such slowness that you can see the way his teeth scrape across his plump bottom lip as it falls back into place. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s shoving his fingers just a bit deeper into your mouth. Maybe it’s all of these things that make you shift so that you can press your clothed pussy against Taehyung’s thigh.

He flexes the muscle as you start rutting against it, rolling your hips to the rhythm of his fingers gliding in and out of your mouth.

“Look at you.” His lips brush against the curve of your ear, sending a shiver down your back. “So desperate for me that you’re going to get off on only my thighs?”

You’re not the type to be able to orgasm just from rutting and friction like this, but Taehyung has managed to learn your body faster than you ever expected. He slips his free hand beneath the waistband of your leggings and underwear. It’s the quick circling of his thumb against your throbbing clit combined with the rutting of your hips that sends you over the edge.

“That’s it, baby, you did so well,” Taehyung whispers praise against the skin his lips have access to on your collarbones as you shudder in his lap. “Love seeing you cum, fuck, doing this shit over KakaoTalk fucking sucked.”

Taehyung finally removes his fingers from your mouth when you stop moving. Seeing the string of spit that connects his fingers to your lips makes you feel weak, but you’re riding the high of his praise and skillful fingers, so you don’t care.

He wipes your spit onto his sweatpants and gently holds your chin with his other hand. He gives you a soft smile and rubs his thumb over your bottom lip. You can taste yourself when you flick your tongue over the trail his thumb left.

“I missed you so much,” he admits with a gentle kiss on your lips. “And not just because of this. I missed all of you, everything about you, just being with you.”

“I missed you, too.”

It’s meant to be a confirmation of your mutual love, but it comes out like a whine. You know Taehyung doesn’t mind from the way his eyes zero in on your tongue running along your bottom lip. You don’t have to say anything more for him to know what you want. He nods once and you’re almost immediately on your knees between his legs.

“Fuck.” He leans back in the chair and lifts his hips so you can tug his sweatpants down his thighs. “Gonna be good for me, baby?”

You quickly nod your head, though you’re focused on gently taking Taehyung’s cock in your hand. Alex isn’t wrong. Taehyung’s dick is big, but that doesn’t mean you have to go around talking about it. That’s for you to know and for others to wonder about.

You had to sign an NDA before you were allowed to see it, anyway, but you’d keep your mouth shut even if no legal action would be taken against you for gossiping.

“Kiss it first.”

He tongues the inside of his cheek as he watches you. His eyelids droop lower when you plant a puckered, open-mouthed kiss on the head of his cock. You press the tip of your tongue against the slit to lick at the precum already leaking from him. The buck of his hips isn’t unexpected, but you feel like you need to remember how to do all of this after being away from him for so long. Not to mention how tired your jaw is about to be.

Taehyung seems to sense your hesitation because he allows his body to go slack beneath you. The hand that has reached down to dig into your scalp doesn’t let up, but he doesn’t push your head down like he normally would when you finally slide his cock down your throat.

He doesn’t buck his hips again, even when you drool so much that the inside of his thighs become just as wet as yours. You squeeze the base of his cock, twisting your wrist to the rhythm you’ve established when you can’t take all of him into your mouth.

You reach down to gently roll his balls with your free hand. His cock twitches against your flattened tongue and you hum with satisfaction.

“God, your fucking mouth–”

You make eye contact with Taehyung as your hand ventures lower. There’s nothing more beautiful than the way his face crumples with pleasure when you massage his perineum.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop,” he whines.

You ease up slightly but still suckle on the head of his cock for longer than Taehyung wants. Why not have a little fun? All you’ll end up doing is riling him up even more, and that can only be a good thing for you.

Taehyung digs his fingers into your hair and yanks you up. It stings, but the pain might as well be white-hot pleasure once Taehyung is praising you with a gravelly voice.

“You’re too fucking good at that.”

You don’t even like sucking dick, but you’d do it all day, every day if Taehyung asked you to. But since he made you stop, you have other priorities to take care of, like the fact that there are way too many layers of clothes separating you from your boyfriend. While you were on your knees for him, Taehyung removed his shirt. The white cotton is discarded on the floor beside the chair and his half-dry hair is tousled around his head in a messiness only he could successfully pull off.

After wiggling out of your leggings and underwear, you climb back onto Taehyung’s lap. His broad chest shudders beneath your touch as you run your hands down to meet his soft tummy. His responsiveness strokes the ego you didn’t realize you have.

“Y’know, you never gave me the chance to ask you how travel went.”

“Seriously?” He knows you’re teasing, but you like the mock-irritated tone of his voice. It makes his chest rumble.

You use your grip on him to stabilize yourself as you grind into his lap. You scrape your nails at the nape of his neck and suck on his bottom lip. Taehyung moans into your mouth, low and throaty, when his cock glides through your wet folds as you roll your hips. He lets you pull his hair, head falling back to expose the smooth plane of his throat. Your lips leave his to latch onto his throat instead. The kisses you give him are slippery and biting and hot.

“No hickeys, Y/N.”

Taehyung’s scolding is deep and sharp; you both know he’s not fucking around. It’s a command he has had to throw your way more than once. The idea of marking him up is just so appetizing, but you know you can’t. Sure, makeup can make just about anything disappear, but it’s annoying to deal with and Taehyung isn’t particularly a fan of the side looks the makeup artists give each other when they see dark bruises littering his neck and collarbones.

Maybe you’ll give him just a tiny one and suffer the consequences later.

You cling onto him tighter when you feel two of his fingers slip inside of you. Spreading your thighs as wide as you can without throwing off your balance on the chair, you roll your hips into Taehyung’s hand to take his fingers deeper.

“Please,” you moan against his neck. You can smell your shampoo and body wash on him. Something about him smelling like you makes you feel overwhelmingly possessive. He’s yours. Kim Taehyung is yours.

He turns his head to the side to capture your lips with his own as he snakes his arm around your waist. The position allows him to pull you tightly against his chest. He holds you in place as he starts thrusting his fingers into your pussy just as he had thrust them into your mouth.

Taehyung grunts as he keeps his legs spread in the chair, which in turn forces your thighs open when you try to squeeze them closed around his hand.

“Stay still.”

“Can’t.” You shake your head and thread your fingers through his hair, tugging the strands harder.

It’s too much; Taehyung lights a fire against every inch of your body each time he touches you. If he was anyone else, you’d be singed, but Taehyung takes such good care of you. You’re not singed. You’re ignited.

“You have no fucking idea,” Taehyung takes a deep breath, “No fucking idea how badly I’ve been craving you.” He warms you up with each thrust of his fingers, adding a third until you’re clawing at his shoulders.

“So, ahh fuck, fuck me,” you gasp, your mouth hot against the corner of his jaw. Your teeth scrape against his skin and he merely lets his head fall back to give you more.

“No please?”

You bite his cheek in defiance and get a slap to the ass that only makes you want to bite him more.

“Don’t be mean to me,” you whimper.

Taehyung’s steady rhythm against your front wall has your orgasm burning so hotly in your core that you feel like you’re going to cum if he even so much as turns his head to look at you one more time.

Your thighs are already sore by the time Taehyung removes his fingers from your pussy. He uses your sticky arousal as lube to stroke his cock and you don’t want to think about how excited you are about this.

“Hurry up.”

Taehyung raises his eyebrows at you just as he grips the inside of your thigh with one hand. The other he uses to line his cock with your body. You can feel the head press against your entrance, and you try to push your body down to swallow him whole, but Taehyung holds you up to stop you.

“Impatient cockslut, aren’t you?” Taehyung chides.

His previously spacey look is sharpened by the sparkle of mirth in his eyes. Your body tenses when he spits the insult at you, and he knows it’s making your clit throb even harder.

“Tae.” You bite your lip because you’re close to begging at this point.

Luckily, you don’t have to. Taehyung presses down your hip and you quickly take the lead, easing yourself onto his cock until you’re fully seated on his firm thighs.

Your body burns from the stretch it has to make to accommodate him, but you knew it would. Even when you’re fully adjusted to him, there’s always a bit of a stretch. He also knows he has to let you ease into it to avoid slamming himself straight into your cervix. The first time it had happened, Taehyung genuinely thought he’d broken you. You kind of thought so, too, if you were going to be perfectly honest. The struggle of having a big-dicked boyfriend.

“Okay?” He’s watching you with those lustful, dark eyes.

“Mhm,” you hum because you’re afraid of the way your voice will quiver if you try to say real words.

You’re so full, it’s a bit overwhelming. Not just physically, but emotionally, too. You missed Taehyung a lot, but holding onto each other in such an intimate position is making you realize just how lonely you were without him.

“I’m gonna move, okay?”

He waits until you silently nod your head before he adjusts in the chair, scooting down slightly to spread his legs better. You allow him to adjust your legs, bending them at the knee and hooking them over the arms of the chair. With a tight grip on your ass, Taehyung pulls you down onto his cock at the same time he thrusts up into you.

The pace Taehyung sets is desperate, but you don’t care. Your second orgasm is approaching at an alarming speed. It feels like it’s taking all of your energy to simply stay grounded with reality as Taehyung squeezes you and your hips crash into each other. You don’t even try to do anything, just let him take over your body as he pounds into you. For the most part, you’re a pillow princess and you both know it. Besides, how can you possibly keep up with someone so athletic? Taehyung’s stamina is ridiculous. Neither of you has an overstimulation kink, but Taehyung’s ability to just go and go and go might as well have given you one. None of this has ever bothered Taehyung, though. He likes giving more than receiving.

“Oh fuck.” Taehyung nips at the base of your neck when you clench around his cock just to feel him shiver.

There aren’t any rules about him marking you up. The petty side of him likes when you wear the dark bruises in the open, with no makeup or clothing to hide them. It’s a satisfying game he likes to play. He likes that everyone knows you’re getting dicked down and, therefore, are taken.

You like the secret satisfaction of knowing it’s Kim Taehyung who gives you those marks, and no one even knows.

What you don’t like is thinking about all the other people Taehyung may have enjoyed giving marks to.

It’s hard not to let your mind wander. Taehyung has never talked to you about his previous relationships, and there’s no way for you to know about them if he doesn’t tell you. The media can’t be trusted to accurately report idols’ love lives; today has been a perfect example of that. You’re stuck with only your imagination to make up all kinds of scenarios. Maybe Taehyung has been with other k-pop idols, or models, or actresses - people with more money, who are prettier and more sophisticated than you. Hell, you’ve never even asked him about his sexuality. What if he really has been fucking Jungkook! What if they’re in love and you’re just something temporary?

“I was made for you, jagi. You know that?” Taehyung’s breath is hot against your skin. His words are gentle, but the power with which he thrusts up into you is bruising. “Made for you.”

It’s as if he can read your mind, as if he can somehow sense the insecurities threatening to pull you out of the moment. As always, Taehyung manages to bring you back to the present.

Fuck, sometimes you wish he wouldn’t do shit like this to you. You’re already pathetically in love with him. You can’t imagine what more could come next, yet you feel yourself practically bursting from the seams with love.

Your moans fall in line with the sound of the chair scraping the floor and your skin slapping against Taehyung’s with every thrust. When your mouth falls open, Taehyung presses his thumb against your tongue. With eyes fluttering closed, you suck on his thumb and try to hold on as your body rocks up and down.

“Fuck, fuck, oh, god, Taehyung.”

“Yeah, jagi?” Taehyung pulls down on the corner of your mouth until his thumb is dragging spit across your cheek. “Tell me.”

His voice is so soothing it makes you want to cry. It’s unfair.

“You feel so fucking—“

It’s the slick pressure of his thumb massaging your clit that finally has you arching your back with a scream of Taehyung’s name. You’re so loud that you worry your neighbors heard you. There are plenty of people named Taehyung in the world, though, right? He could be any Taehyung.

If you ask Taehyung later, he’ll probably say he can’t even remember his own name because of how tightly you clench around his cock when you cum. The feeling is so overwhelming that you think you might pass out from holding your breath. You gasp, inhaling more air than you exhale, but Taehyung keeps going. Every subsequent thrust knocks the air out of you until you have the opposite problem and now you can’t keep any air in.

“I’m gonna…”

“Go ahead, baby. Cum inside me.”

Taehyung whimpers into the crook of your neck as he cums, the suggestiveness of your permission not lost on either of you. You’re on birth control and Taehyung knows a kid would probably ruin his career. So it doesn’t actually mean anything when you tell him he can stay inside; you’re not getting pregnant any time soon. Still, he gets off on coming inside of you, even if he doesn’t want to admit it.

“I was going to make a joke that I should go on tour more often if that means I’ll cum that hard again, but I think I don’t want to go on tour ever again,” Taehyung admits with a shaky laugh.

Just the idea of Taehyung leaving you for months on end again makes your stomach twist. He brings so much life to everywhere he goes, and you felt like much of that life left you when he did. Even if it was only temporary.

Taehyung holds you until his cock is no longer twitching inside of you. Once his arms finally fall to his side, you try to untangle yourself from the chair as his body, but your limbs might as well belong to someone else.

“Help,” you squeak hoarsely. You feel like covering your face when Taehyung laughs.

Taehyung helps you out of his lap, though you both are so wobbly on your feet that you hold onto the edge of the kitchen table when you stand. Taehyung looks wrecked, and you feel wrecked. You’re not sure your knees will ever work properly again.

“Why are we still listening to Stray Kids?” Taehyung grumbles when he realizes the speakers are still playing in the background.

“It’s a good album.”

“We should be fucking to my songs.” Taehyung pauses for a moment, thinking.“‘Christmas Tree’ is a fuckable song, right?”

“You’re joking.”

Taehyung shakes his head and reaches for your phone. His face is programmed to unlock your phone, just like your face unlocks his phone. You don’t understand how he can stand butt naked in the kitchen, cum all over his thighs, and search for the jazz playlist he made on your Spotify account.

(“Jazz Hands, Y/N. It’s a vibe.”)

Once his playlist has replaced Stray Kids, Taehyung wraps you up in a giant bear hug that lifts you off your feet. The hug nearly knocks the air out of you.

“Can’t believe you made me dirty after I just showered.” You can’t see his pout, but you can hear it.

“You’re the one who started this.”

Taehyung scoffs. He starts walking down the hallway, practically dragging you in his arms as he goes. Your toes barely reach the ground, but you’re more content to let your body fall slack and make him do all the work.

He kicks open the bathroom door and sits you down on the counter.

“No, you did this. You looked at me with those pretty eyes and said, ‘Tae’.” He tries to mimic your voice by moaning his name. “I’m a weak, weak man. You influenced me. I just wanted you to eat.”

“Well, I did eat.”

Taehyung presses his lips together. “Don’t say it.”

“I’m gonna say it.” You lean forward on the edge of the counter, trying to get in Taehyung’s space, but he’s ignoring you as he prepares the shower.

“Y/N.”

“I ate…”

“Stop.”

“Deez nuts.”

Taehyung drags his hands down his face, leaving his skin red. His reaction makes you giggle.

“Technically you only played with deez nuts. Your mouth, sadly, did not ever come near my—” He tries to correct you, but you’re already throwing a scrunchie at his face.

“You’re ruining the joke!”

“It’s a bad joke!”

Maybe your sense of humor is way better than his, but as you suffer another Taehyung tickle attack, you can’t help but feel ridiculous for how you’d behaved earlier. How can he look at you with sparkling eyes and a boxy smile that makes him laugh with his teeth, hand coming up to cover his face when you give him your poutiest of pouts— how can you see such genuine kindness and think Taehyung would ever do anything to jeopardize what you have?

“Wassup motherfuckers!”

You raise your eyebrows at Namjoon and tap the end of your chewed pen against your computer screen. Biting pens isn’t sanitary or cute but you do it anyway. The man’s eyes aren’t on your pen cap, though. He’s staring a hole into the podcast you pulled up because you know he doesn’t want to look at you.

“Namjoon, why did you start the episode like that? This is not your Automatic Dick era,” you say with a deep sigh.

“Beoryeo.”

“Excuse me?”

“The song. It’s called ‘Throw Away’, not… Automatic… Dick…” His correction dies on his tongue when he sees the exasperated look on your face.

“That is not the point.” You shake your head and exit the website. You’re not in charge of PR. That’s someone else’s problem.

Your attention turns to the newest draft of the song you’ve been stressing out about since you arrived in Seoul.

“This, though? This is fucking beautiful.” You adjust your laptop on the coffee table so Namjoon can better view the document. The two of you are at the dorm, lounging in the living room.

There are a lot of highlighted lines and many comments throughout the document. You wish you were like the members who scribbled their lyrics in cute leather journals, but your brain is too much of a disaster and broken by technology. If you don’t have your laptop, you can't write lyrics for shit.

“How are you so eloquent in Korean, but in English, you’re so…” You wave your hands around like you’re rifling through the air for the rest of your sentence.

“Casual?”

“Yes.” Sure, we’ll go with that, Joonie.

“Well, that’s why I’ve got you!”

At least he thinks you’re eloquent. The boys probably think you’re spending all your time in your office easily pulling masterpieces out of your ass when in reality you’re Googling, “what's the word for when you can't remember a word?”

It’s lethologica, by the way.

You love Namjoon, but sometimes you think he has too much faith in you. Writing songs is hard. He of all people would know that. The difference between you and Namjoon is that when Namjoon struggles with writing he gets all emo, buys a bunch of weird furniture, and flies to another country to look at foreign art. When you struggle with writing, you just go home and play video games with Taehyung until you’re ready to try again.

You’re both practicing avoidance, but Namjoon’s method just looks a little more dramatic than yours. Despite his assumptions, that doesn’t mean you’re better at handling yourself. You just do things differently.

“We’re so lucky to have Jagi PD!”

Namjoon groans and covers his head with the hood of his hoodie as Jungkook flies into the living room.

Strong hands cup your armpits to lift you off of the couch. While Jungkook is crushing every bone in your body as he hugs you, all you can think about is how you were kind of a little bit sweaty, and now Jungkook has his hands all in your armpits.

“Jungkookie, don’t pick people up without their consent.”

Hobi enters the room behind the younger man and gives him a stern look which makes Jungkook immediately put you down on your feet.

“Sorry, Y/N,” Jungkook says with a pout and galaxies in his eyes. You give his shoulder a playful smack. His baggy black t-shirt sticks to his skin, and you’re less worried about being sweaty. Jungkook is soaked.

“Don’t worry about it, kid. I’m tough.” You flex your nonexistent muscles to make the precious maknae laugh his pout away.

“You should come train with us, Jagi.”

“Jungkook,” Namjoon exclaims from where he still sits on the couch.

He turns to his friend with wide eyes. “What?”

“Stop calling Y/N ‘jagi’. Taehyung is going to kill you.” This time Jimin pipes up.

You hadn’t realized he’d entered the room, too. The three newcomers are varying degrees of sweaty with pink cheeks and wearing workout clothes. You suppose they’ve just come back from working out or perhaps a dance practice. They’ve all been back from tour for a few weeks now, but if there’s one thing you’ve learned about the Bangtan Boys it’s that they never fucking rest.

It’s exhausting just to think about it.

“It’s okay,” you say with a shrug. “I think ‘Jagi PD’ is pretty fucking funny, to be honest.”

The nickname Jungkook created for you is cute in your opinion. You are a music producer. Jagi PD is better than using your last name. It could be like your stage name. Maybe you can get Namjoon to credit you as Jagi PD under the songs you write. Using your first and last name seems lame when it’s paired with fun names like SUGA, RM, j-hope, and Slow Rabbit.

“Pretty fucking funny,” Jungkook repeats. He gives the other men a triumphant look before launching himself onto the couch with Jimin.

Hobi chooses to sit on the couch on the opposite side of the room with Namjoon. From the way Namjoon has nestled back into his seat, it’s clear that his song will have to wait. It’s for the best. You’re not thinking about music anymore.

You can’t blame Jungkook for interrupting your work, but the true source of distraction saunters into the room with his arms full of grocery bags.

“Hey, jagiya,” Taehyung greets you sweetly with a kiss on your forehead as he walks through the living room to get to the kitchen. The final two men, Jin and Yoongi, trail behind Taehyung with their own bags.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jimin give Jungkook a pointed look when Taehyung uses the term of endearment.

“What are you guys making?” Jungkook is curled up against the arm of the couch with his phone in hand. He’s holding it sideways which makes you think he’s probably playing In The Seom. The app is old news by this point, yet Jungkook’s attention is still consumed by it. It’s hilarious.

You wish you could meet the game developers. Whoever made Taehyung’s character look so fucking feral deserves a raise.

“You’re gonna cook?” You don’t hide your shock at the idea that Taehyung would be cooking anything, and that makes everyone laugh.

“I’m making dinner,” Yoongi clarifies. “And it’s a surprise, so stop paying attention to me.” He shoos Jin and Taehyung out of the kitchen.

Jin sits on the couch with Jimin and Jungkook, while Taehyung sits with you. The armchair really only seats one person comfortably, but you wiggle so Taehyung can sit half next to you and half under you. He arranges your legs to drape over his lap. It’s nice, being this close. You can snuggle into his side and let him wrap his arms around you without worrying about who can see or what people think. All the boys are supportive of your relationship with Taehyung. It’s a bit frustrating that there’s no way for you to fully express how appreciative you are.

“Well, what are we supposed to do?” From the couch in the living room, Jungkook shoots Yoongi a glare as if Yoongi’s request for some alone time while he cooks is a personal attack.

Yoongi snorts and turns his back on Jungkook to begin unloading the groceries. “I don’t know, talk to each other.”

“You guys are boring. I only want to talk to Y/N.” You’re not sure how you’ve become Jungkook’s favorite, but it’s exceptionally endearing.

“You’re not even going to pay attention,” Namjoon points out. “Always on that damn phone.”

He’s still got his hood up, and he looks like he was half-asleep. No one but you gets the joke, so Namjoon nods his head in your direction before returning to his slumped position.

“I like watching Jimin-ssi’s character spin around in little circles.”

“It’s cute, isn’t it?” Jin chimes in. “He looks so small.”

The glares Jimin shoots everyone in the room are terrifying. You think about something you’d heard someone say: the shorter the person, the closer to hell they are. Something dramatic that only a tall person would say.

“All the characters are the same size,” he exclaims. “And I don’t do that!”

“Yes, you do. There are fanmade compilation videos of you spinning around, Jimin-ssi! I’ve watched them,” Jungkook confesses with full confidence.

A small squeal sounds from the opposite side of the room. You turn to see Hobi practically bouncing on the couch.

“Please, can we watch some? I want to hear the cute sound effects.”

A pillow flies across the room, and Hobi just barely dodges it. Jimin crosses his arms firmly against his chest and scowls as Jin and Jungkook enthusiastically agree and Hobi snatches the TV remote before anyone else can.

“At least watch a video that isn’t about me doing something embarrassing,” Jimin breaks down enough to plead (not beg!) with Hobi. He eyes the room and his gaze falls on Taehyung. A small smirk twitches at the corner of his mouth and you feel Taehyung slowly exhale. “We should watch one about TaeTae.”

You try to cover your laughter with a cough, but Taehyung applies a light slap to your thigh in retaliation.

“Why me?” he pouts.

“Yes! Let me pick!”

“Jungkookie, no. It was my idea.” Hobi scrolls through his phone until his face lights up with glee. “I’ve watched this one before and it’s so cute, Y/N, you’re going to love it.”

“The suspense is killing me.” You wiggle your eyebrows at Taehyung. The rolled eyes you’re met with feel like a victory.

“Okay, it’s called, BTS struggling to understand ‘Tae-tae language’,” Hobi prefaces while the video loads on the TV.

Jin laughs at the loud snort you let out. “TaeTae language is hard to understand.”

“Maybe you guys aren’t creative enough to understand me,” Taehyung scoffs.

“Hey! I understand you!” Yoongi protests from the kitchen.

Taehyung looks like he might say more, but the video interrupts him. It starts with highlights from the comments section of previous videos. One comment mentions Namjoon being their bias.

“Is that weird? Like, to watch this kind of stuff and hear people talk about their biases?” If you were famous, you were absolutely positive that you’d never Google yourself. You would not want to know what kind of weird shit was out there about you, even something as seemingly innocent as silly compilation videos.

“I think it’s funny,” Jimin says with a smirk and half-moon eyes. “I’m everyone’s bias, anyway.”

“That’s not what TikTok says.” Jungkook turns his nose upward at Jimin, though his eyes never leave his phone. It’s a shame In The Seom didn’t allow him to drown Jimin in the ocean, or he totally would have done it by now.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just check how many videos there are under my hashtag.”

Jimin snorts with a roll of his eyes, seemingly dismissing Jungkook’s claims. But you see him twist on the couch so the younger man can’t see that Jimin pulls up TikTok on his phone. As if TikTok was the end all, be all. You want to tell them it’s impossible to know who’s the most “popular” or whatever, but you know that conversation is futile.

“Y/N, you were Army before you started dating Tae!” You can practically see the light bulb going off in Hobi’s brain. Or, rather, the Army bomb. “Who was your bias?”

Hobi’s question barely leaves his lips when the room grows quiet. Seven pairs of eyes stare at you expectantly, including your boyfriend’s. You keep your eyes on the TV, though you aren’t seeing the compilation video playing anymore.

“I don’t know. I didn’t have a bias. Y’know, OT7 and all that shit.”

Suddenly, the room erupts. Screeches of protests and arguments are shouted across the living room, the boys yelling on top of one another and slewing insults at each other.

“Oh come on, Y/N, tell us!” Hobi whines.

“Yeah, we wanna know! We won’t judge you.” Pulling this precious information out of you is so vital that Jungkook looks away from his phone long enough to give you a pouty face.

“It’s obviously me. I’m Worldwide Handsome.”

“Leave her alone, guys.” Taehyung shifts in his seat and adjusts how your legs drape over his lap. His large hands massage soft circles into your calf muscles. “This is so childish.”

“Right. A bias is just whoever a fan is partial to,” Namjoon says with a shrug. “What matters is that fans support us as seven.”

“No, a bias is the one the fan wants to fuck the most.” This time Jungkook doesn’t look up from his phone when he speaks.

Jin hums in agreement, winking in your direction and making Taehyung scowl.

“You’re just scared it’s not you, Tae.” For someone Taehyung calls his soulmate, Jimin seems to jump at every opportunity to fuck with his friend. He turns to you with those haunting siren eyes that lure in even God’s strongest soldiers. “Is he, Y/N? Is your bias Taehyung or someone else?”

“I thought Hobi’s question was, who was my bias? Not is.”

His siren eyes narrow at you. “Stop arguing semantics and answer the question.”

You can’t hold a staring contest with the now-paused Youtube video, and Jimin’s sudden snappiness makes you feel the need to look away. Right into the eyes of your answer, the only person who hasn’t spoken during the entire bias conversation.

Yoongi’s sharp eyes catch yours when you look away from the TV. Never one to miss a beat, he raises a perfectly-shaped eyebrow at you, the ghost of his classic Yoongi smirk barely lifting the corner of his mouth before the entire room erupts into shouting again.

“YOONGI?! REALLY?! OUT OF ALL OF US, YOU PICKED HIM?” Jimin jumps up from the couch, knocking pillows all over the floor.

“Watch it, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi scolds the younger man for his informal language. Jimin only rolls his eyes.

“Damn, Jimin was right. You aren’t her bias, TaeTae.” Jin shakes his head with a solemn look. He gets up to leave the room, giving your boyfriend a sympathetic pat on the shoulder as he walks past. “I’m going to my room to play Mario Kart. This is too depressing for me.”

At the mention of video games, Jungkook perks up. “Wait Jin hyungie, I wanna play, too!” He tosses the last couch pillow in Jimin’s lap and scrambles to catch up with Jin halfway down the hall.

Yoongi wears a full-blown smirk now. You watch with wide eyes as his tongue slips out to drag across his bottom lip before he’s drawing his lip between his teeth. “Cute.”

“Fuck off,” Taehyung hisses at the older man, lifting your legs off his lap.

“Tae…” You reach out to grab his arm to stop him, but he’s already heading to his bedroom. The door slams shut so hard that the photos on the walls shudder.

You turn back around to glare at the remaining men. “Did you have your fun, hmm? Was it worth it?”

“I really… I didn’t think…” Hobi fumbles his words, clearly uncomfortable with the outbursts he’d unwittingly caused.

“If it doesn’t work out with Taehyung, call me, yeah?” Yoongi sends you a wink, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek.

You feel your face heat up and you refuse to look at him. You wait until he goes back to preparing the food before you stand up. Without another word, you follow in Taehyung’s footsteps until you reach his door. It’s locked, but you expected as much.

“TaeTae,” you call softly. “Please let me in.”

You wait in silence long enough that you consider going home. If Taehyung doesn’t want to talk to you, you aren’t going to push him. Even if you think the reason for his outburst is stupid and that he’s acting like a child.

Eventually, the door is opened wide enough for you to slip inside. Taehyung doesn’t look at you when he shuts the door. Instead, he sits on his bed and leans his back against the wall. He keeps his eyes on his hands delicately folded together in his lap. His eyes are already red and slightly puffy. The sight is glass in your veins.

“Tae, please don’t be upset,” you start slowly. Climbing into his bed, you scoot until you’re lounging next to him. He doesn’t pull away when you rest your head on his shoulder.

“It’s embarrassing.”

You let out a small sigh, not because you’re frustrated with him but because you’d known watching fanmade videos would turn out to be a bad idea.

“If it makes you feel better, you were still in my bias line.” It’s probably not the best way to reassure your boyfriend, but it at least makes him look at you.

“Who else?” His eyes are narrowed.

“I don’t think I should answer that.”

Taehyung’s bottom lip droops and you feel your heart seize.

“Okay, okay!” Maybe holding his hand will make it better. “Jimin, but, no don’t give me that look! Just listen.”

Taehyung’s pout deepens, but he doesn’t interrupt you.

“It’s not like when I hang out with Jimin or Yoongi I’m thinking about those things, okay? It’s just a natural thing that happens. Anyone can be drawn to specific people in a group; the same thing happens with friendships. Like you and Jimin. It’s normal.”

Taehyung doesn’t seem convinced, but he laces his fingers through yours. You interpret the light squeeze he gives you as permission to continue talking.

“Yoongi is cool because I always saw him as this, like, mental health icon for me. He talks so much about mental health and fans see how he has grown and gotten healthier over the years. It’s inspiring, right? You’ve seen it firsthand.”

“That’s true,” Taehyung sniffles.

You nod your head. “Exactly, I respect him as a person and an artist. And with Jimin, I’ve always been almost jealous? of him. Because he can so beautifully balance both masculine and feminine qualities and aesthetics. He looks good no matter what and has learned to accept himself instead of forcing whatever weird masculinity shit y’all had when you debuted. That’s inspiring, too.”

Taehyung is silent for a while. You give him the space to process what you’ve said, and you hope that it’s enough to make him understand that a bias is not just about who you want to fuck. Jungkook is such a flirt; of course, that’s how he would interpret things.

“Why did you like me?” He finally looks at you. His eyes are a little pink from his tears, but his cheeks appear dry. The innocent curiosity in his expression tugs at your heart.

You reach up to run your fingers through his fluffy hair, combing out any tangles and gently massaging his scalp. This is probably how Taehyung feels when you worry about fans, paparazzi, and sasaengs.

“Well, you’re hot,” you say with a grin. You feel a bit lighter when Taehyung’s mouth curves slightly, too.

“Is that it?”

“Of course not.” You stick your tongue out. “You were my favorite in the vocal line. I loved how smooth your singing voice is, and how thoughtful you sound when you talk about how important the members and Army are to you. How could someone not love the inventor of I purple you?”

It feels weird to talk about how you liked Taehyung before you knew who he was. You never made your status as a fan obvious in the beginning. Professionalism is more important than fangirling. Even now, you only casually discuss your interest in the group before meeting them.

“Your sense of fashion made me laugh. You always seemed so happy, even though people like to focus a lot on how mean you can look. And I thought your relationships with Yoongi and Jimin were cute. You’re a great example of how men can and should be soft and loving.”

They’re all highly-simplified explanations for why Taehyung caught your eye in a group of seven, but they seem to put him at ease. He slides into the bed so he’s lying on his back under the covers. With his eyes locked on yours, he pats his chest.

“C’mere.”

You lie down under the covers next to him. It feels nice to rest your head on his chest and throw your leg over his waist. Ever since Taehyung came back from the tour, you’ve wanted to be attached at the hip. It’s not that you can’t handle being alone, but you don’t think it’s a bad thing to want to be with the people who bring you joy— especially when you live in a new country.

“You know I’m in love with you, not Yoongi or Jimin.”

“I know.”

“Do you actually?” You shift your head so you can look up at him.

Taehyung meets you halfway. You let your eyes close as he slots his lips with yours, allowing your body to melt into his. The desperation the two of you had for each other when Taehyung first returned to Seoul eventually died out. Now, you’re okay with taking things slow. You can savor the feeling of his body on yours, firm and warm beneath you. You can savor the smell of his cologne and his taste as you breathe him in and slip your tongue inside his mouth.

“I do,” he responds with a heavy exhale once you pull away. “I’m sorry I got upset. I just got so angry when hyung…” Taehyung scrunches his eyebrows and his nose scrunches along with them.

You massage his forehead and try to forcefully smooth the wrinkles there. “Yoongi is just being an ass. He loves you, too,” you point out.

Taehyung can’t argue that, so he leans down to kiss you again. You know how important physical contact is to him, especially when he’s upset. With that in mind, you slip your hands beneath his t-shirt. Splaying your hands flat against his chest feels nice. It’s a reminder that he’s real, and he’s here. He’s safe and healthy and yours.

“We both get pretty jealous, huh?”

Taehyung gives you a sheepish smile, all cheeks and pretty lips. You love his little lip freckle, but your favorite will always be the one under his eye.

“Not as bad as Jungkook, though.”

“Mhm, please don’t break up with me over a perilla leaf or anything.”

Taehyung giggles and you feel like you’ve got helium inside you. If you don’t hold onto him tightly enough, you might float away with how light and carefree being with him makes you.

“You won’t get rid of me that easily,” he says as he nibbles your earlobe.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

His hands find the hem of your t-shirt, and you sit up to allow him to undress you. It’s a delicate process because Taehyung wants to take his time, too. It might seem like the two of you use sex to solve your problems, but you never see it like that. For you, letting Taehyung take his time breaking you down, just to build you back up again, is an act of emotional intimacy, just as it is physical. When Taehyung gets comfortable between your thighs, dark eyes locked with yours as he sucks your clit into his mouth, the hold he has on your wrists grounds you. And when he hovers over you with your legs wrapped around his hips as he thrusts into you, you whisper gentle praises against his throat to remind him that you are his and he is yours.

You spend the rest of the afternoon in Taehyung’s bed. It feels good to snuggle with him while he talks to you about all the jazz clubs he forced Jimin to go to during the little free time they had on tour. It seems the tension in the house fades because the rest of the boys are loud and energetic; it’s impossible to tune them out when their laughter bleeds into the room despite the door being closed.

“Do you think Taehyung and Y/N are done having make-up sex?”

“It’s pretty quiet in there. Maybe they fell asleep.”

You groan and bury your face in Taehyung’s side. It’s almost as if Jungkook and Jin are purposefully talking outside of his bedroom to make sure you can hear them. Knowing them, it’s not a far-fetched idea.

“Probably tired themselves out. The screaming was really—”

“JUNGKOOK!” Taehyung sits up so abruptly that you fall back onto the bed. “SHUT THE FUCK UP.”

Jin and Jungkook’s laughter eventually fades down the hallway, but Taehyung gets out of bed anyway.

“Yoongi is probably almost done with dinner,” he grumbles. You watch him zip up his jeans and admire how tall and lanky he is. Sorry to Yoongi and Jimin.

He manages to get his arms caught in his t-shirt somehow, so you begrudgingly get out of bed to help. You tease him endlessly because obviously fucking you is so good that he doesn’t know how to use his limbs anymore.

Your teasing is nothing compared to the way the other boys drag you the moment you step out of Taehyung’s bedroom.

“You okay, Y/N? Sounded like you might be dying,” Jimin grins as he prepares the kitchen table for dinner.

Jin snickers, throwing out his own commentary. “Taehyung, you got it pretty good even though you aren’t her bias, huh.”

Before Taehyung has a chance to bite anyone’s head off, you chime in.

“Yeah, yeah, Yoongi was my bias when I was a fan,” you say with a roll of your eyes. You can practically see Jungkook registering that you said “was a fan”, and that makes him pout. As if you aren’t still a fan. What a baby, just like Taehyung.

Yoongi snorts as he retrieves a dish from the oven. “I cannot fathom why.”

“Me either,” Jimin agrees with a giggle. He’s completely unfazed by the dark look Yoongi shoots him.

You join in on Jimin’s laughter, and you’re pleased to see that Taehyung is smiling too. The whole thing is so ridiculous. Maybe you’re feeling a bit too comfortable because you start oversharing.

“And I was a Yoonmin shipper, I’m not gonna lie.” You’re laughing so hard that you don’t realize neither Jimin nor Taehyung are laughing anymore. After a few seconds pass, though, your smile slowly falls. Jimin’s face has turned bright pink and Yoongi has his back to the table.

“It was one time, okay?” Jimin’s eyes burn holes into Yoongi’s shoulder blades from across the room. “Okay, two times.”

The older man doesn’t comment.

You nudge Taehyung’s leg with your foot under the kitchen table. He presses his lips together as hard as he can, but the smile just gets pushed into his cheeks. A rush of air explodes from his lips in a loud raspberry, and that’s what triggers your laughter again.

“Oh my god, I really wish I was surprised but I’m not,” you confess with a wheeze.

You’ve clearly touched on a sensitive topic. Jimin blabbers away about how it’s not that big of a deal, all while Yoongi silently finishes arranging the dishes on the table. It would feel uncomfortable, but Jimin’s flushed face and the tiniest of smiles curving Yoongi’s lips make you think it meant a lot more than what Jimin wishes to admit.

And that’s really fucking cute.

As the rest of the boys come piling into the kitchen, Taehyung scoots his chair until yours are touching. You bump shoulders and tilt your face up so he can press a kiss against your jaw.

“I love you,” he whispers. “With all my heart."

“I love you, too.” You lace your fingers with his and let your hands rest against his thigh. “You dork.”

The kitchen is chaos, but all you can focus on is the boxy smile Taehyung gifts you.

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theladyoracle · 8 hours

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I love love LOVE your hcs for the manor itself🩷🩷🩷

does everyone live at yhe manor?! if so would you be able to write about the creeps bedrooms? (jeff, nina, ej, toby specifically?)

THANK YOU!!! 🩷🎀

Thank you so so much! I genuinely appreciate it! I love this idea so much. Content under the cut.

So yeah! Not all of the creeps do live in the manor in my au. The Proxies in particular are not allowed to stay at the mansion with the other Creeps (I like to think this is a manipulation tactic from the Slenderman) So I might include Toby and the other Proxies later, but their living conditions are drastically different from those that are allowed to live in the manor!

Creepypasta Bedroom Headcanons

(ft. Jeff the Killer, Nina the Killer, and Eyeless Jack)

The Collective AU by The Lady Oracle

Jeff

- As you approach Jeff's bedroom, you will notice the preamble of discoloration on the carpet and woodwork on the floor

- His door is splintered with stab marks, scratches and nics. At any given time you can probably expect to see at least one knife embedded in the destroyed door

- You can usually hear that you're getting close to Jeff's room before you see it

- When Jeff is home, his obscene music shakes the walls, and he plays his shows and movies at full volume. He has a complete disregard for anyone else who lives at the manor, and so I also imagine him always screaming and laughing and throwing things around his room constantly

- Jeff's room is always dark, no matter the time of day. He never has his windows open, and so the only lighting is due to the limited LED strips and the forbidden big light on the ceiling

- The furniture in Jeff's room can be boiled down to his mattress, a broken dresser, and a small desk. Anything else can hardly be considered furniture as it's usually torn apart or stolen from his victims houses

- I also like to imagine that he has an old beat up punching bag that is just falling apart at the seams. Like he's really gone in on this thing

- He has a lot of older technology as far as entertainment goes - old cassettes, VHS tapes, an old box TV, that sort of thing

- And you already know this mans room is a mess

- Dirty, bloodstained clothes are spread out across the floor of his room. Old dishes and bottles and cans are strewn about

- He uses his desk for a variety of his 'hobbies' which could mean a number of things....

- No one is allowed in his room - for everyone's benefit

Nina

- Nina's room is amongst one of the better kept living spaces in the manor, but only because when it's time for her to clean she shoves virtually everything under her bed and in her closet

- It always smells like some sweet Bath and Body Works fragrance. Like vanilla or strawberries

- I like to think Nina maximizes comfort in her room. Tons of pillows, blankets, a couple of different seating options. She's of course got a TON of stuffies

-I also imagine she has her own vanity, the kind that has lights. Maybe she has a couple stickers that she's slapped on it to cover some nics or scratches

- She has a little corkboard filled with Polaroids or little things that she deems important. There are ticket stubs, receipts, small doodles from Clocky, and photos of everyone she loves

-There used to be a lot more photos of Jeff, but now she only has one or two...the rest she's shoved in a shoebox in the depths of her closet or the void beneath her bed

- She of course has a bookshelf filled with all her diaries and scrapbooks

-She's also got a ton of snacks in her room

- Sleepovers would go so hard in here. Nina would make sure you're completely taken care of

Eyeless Jack

- EJs room can be described in few words; sterile, tidy, vacant

- There are a few scattered artifacts from his past life...a graduation certificate from high school, honors tassels, perhaps a couple of ribbons or awards for excellence...

- He still has one hoodie from his old college, and it's beaten to shit. He keeps it in his closet and wears it occasionally when he wants to feel normal

- He keeps his room so clean just because he's so used to doing so in his practice. Since he's the only medic in the manor that actually cares about keeping a sterile environment, he's just used to minding clutter in his daily life

- Not that he owns many things....

- There are scratch marks on his walls and around the rug near his bed. If you ask him about this he will refuse to elaborate, but you can probably figure this is from the occasional hunger pains

- He also doesn't spend a lot of time in here. Many nights he actually ends up crashing in the designated medic section of the manor

-If you asked to spend the night in his room...well you probably wouldn't even need to ask. Since he's not there most of the time you could probably get away with sleeping in there for a couple of nights without him knowing

-The only way he'd find out is if your scent lingered in his sheets

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more-than-fluff · 1 year

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Comfort Ft Taehyung

FriendTaehyung x Y/N

Summary - You lose your job, drown your sorrows and only one number you call can save you.

"I'm sorry Y/N but there was nothing else I could do."

An envelope hung in your hands containing a paycheck, your last paycheck. You had always been the top seller but one month your numbers slip and they suddenly can't afford to keep you.

"I promise I can get it back, please give me another chance, I love this job so much. Don't take it away from me, please."

You fought back tears. Crying in front of your boss is a big no in your book.

"Again, I'm sorry Y/N we've given you multiple chances, but you just haven't pulled it back like you used to. We can't afford to keep you if you keep losing us money. I'm sorry, but today was your last day."

You looked down in defeat. The one job you enjoyed had just blown up in your face. You exited the building and stood still. What do you do now? Call your mum? No, you can't deal with another dose of overbearing sympathy. She means well but you're not ready for that tonight.

A drink would be nice.

You start walking and think of the strongest drink you could think of. You get to your favourite place to drink, aesthetic and not too expensive. Normally a place for you and all your girlfriends to hang out but tonight you needed to do this by yourself. No one to tell you to stop. Perfect.

You order your first drink and that's when you pull out your phone and see a single message pop up from Tae. Your closest friend, usually the first person you would've told your news to but you couldn't even face him right now. This feels worse than a break up. And the message didn't help.

"How did work go?? Got those sales in?"

You put your phone down and accept the drink placed in front of you. You hold back from downing it, but the taste of alcohol welcomes you like an old friend.

By the time you remember to reply to Tae's message, you may have been a little tipsy. But that's probably for the best. Otherwise, it would just be tears and blubbering from your part.

"Heyyyy so I got fired hehehaha. My gwod isn't god enough apperntky."

You hit send and ordered one more drink but got swiftly interrupted by your phone ringing. Tae's name lit up the screen.

"Heyy best friend." You answered, trying hard not to slur your words.

"Where are you, Y/N? You're drunk and alone. I'm picking you up."

"Alright, mister grumpy. Why can't I be by myself? In fact, I've made good friends with the bartender, and I'm sure he'll keep me company."

You hear a sigh come through the phone.

"Y/N, you know I can't leave you there. You're upset and drunk. Both are not good. Where are you?"

You slump onto the bar before admitting defeat.

"My favourite place, the one we always take photos in. Can I have one more drink before you come? It's happy hour."

Silence for a second.

"Really, Y/N? No, you can't. By the sound of it you won't be able to stand without help. Plus, I'm almost there. You're lucky I'm a fast walker."

"Party pooper."

"That's exactly what I am. Give me five minutes and I'll be there."

You put the phone down as in this moment you prioritised the drink you haven't finished and spent too much money on it to waste. Especially as you are now unemployed.

You felt your eyelids get heavier as you waited. You'll just close them for a second, he won't be long. Some quiet for a second, this is nice.

"Come on Y/N."

You open one eye, that deep voice is instantly recognisable. Turning around you see your bestie.

"Taeee."

You say, really trying to act sober. It's not working. Holding your coat, he helps you up from your chair. Only now you realise how not sober you are, the world spins and the floor is suddenly very wobbly.

"Careful Y/N, I got you."

Tae holds you up, his arms wrapping around d your waist to keep you up.

"Come on, let's go home."

He guides you out the bar, but the wave of cold air hits you like a tonne of bricks, and your balance goes once again. Almost falling over you really try to keep on your feet but they're just not working anymore. Tae kneels down in front of you and pats his shoulder.

"Junp on Y/N, otherwise we're never getting home."

You didn't even bother protesting and climbed into his back. He stood with ease and started walking. But this isn't the direction of your place.

"I live in the other direction." You slur.

Tae chuckles softly.

"Do you really think I'm letting you go home on your own tonight? We're going to mine. I'm sleeping on the sofa tonight."

You rest your head on his shoulder, wrap your arms around him tight.

"What did I do to deserve you Tae?"

You turns his head to look at you.

"Not enough, fortunately you just have the bestest friend in the world who doesn't want to see their girl in this state."

You smile to yourself, but it slowly fades.

"I haven't got a job anymore."

You feel his shoulders drop.

"I know, they don't deserve you Y/N. You don't deserve to be treated like that."

Those tears appear at your eyes again. You Bury your head into his shoulder.

"What am I gonna do? All I did was get drunk. That's not good Tae."

He sighs again.

"Well, we'll just focus on tonight, and tonight we are going home. You are going straight to bed to sleep, and you will wake with a lovely hangover."

You couldn't help but laugh as he finished his sentence. The rest of the walk, you both stayed quiet. It wasn't long before you got to his apartment. He walks you straight through to his bedroom. His scent fills you. The comfort it brings you is intense.

He lays you on his bed. You are really fighting to stay awake at this point, but help as he takes your shoes off and dresses you into something more comfortable. He grabs one of his large shirts, your favourite. Even as best friends, you 'borrow'his clothes.

Laying in bed, he sits beside you with a glass of water in his hand and puts it down on the bedside table along with some painkillers ready for the morning.

Your eyes are closed, and he assumes you're sleeping. You feel the weight shifts as he stands to go, but you grab his wrist.

"Stay, please." You manage to say.

"I'll only be in the room next door." He says quietly, kneeling beside you.

You open your eyes to look at him.

"I don't want to be alone Tae, please. Lay next to me."

He looks right through you, his eyes softening. He stands and walks around the bed. It drops beside you, and you feel his presence grow stronger. He lays on his back, you turn to face him and place your hand on his chest.

"Hold me Tae, please."

You feel him stiffen slightly.

"Y/N, you're drunk. Please sleep."

You look up at him.

"No Tae, I need this. I need you. Hold me."

"Y/N"

"Tae, your comfort is all I need right now. I need your arms around me."

You turn away from him in hopes that he will turn to you. There's a moment of still, but you then feel him move closer to you. An arm moving around your waist, his hand resting in your stomach. You hold him close. This is the best you've felt all day. But too drunk to feel as conflicted as Tae feels in this situation.

"Goodnight Y/N"

You swore you felt a kiss brush your shoulder, but you were dreaming before you could give it a second thought.

God, your head hurts.

This was all you could think of when you woke. Last night was a blur. You lost your job, ouch. You went to the bar and got wasted, and Tae came to get you. Before you could of what happened next you felt a weight around your waist. Taes arm was still around you, he was still asleep. Or at least you thought he was.

"Good morning sleepy head."

You turn instantly to face him.

"Tae I'm so sorry I was so drunk, I can barely remember getting back here."

He smirked and looked you right in the eyes.

"You were hurting Y/N, and to be honest, it hurt me seeing you like that, and feeling you soften in my hold made me feel better."

You felt your cheeks blush. You didn't think you'd feel anything for your lifetime friend, but now you can't help but feel something a bit more.

"Tae I don't know what I'd do without you."

A mischievous look came across his face.

"You'd probably be in a ditch or kidnapped by a random man who saw your beauty through the many drinks you had."

You hit his shoulder before sitting up, his laughter in the background couldn't stop you from smiling and eventually joining in. The pain in your head comes back though.

"Look to your left." You hear Tae stay through a chuckle.

You look and see the water and painkillers he set out last night.

"Tae, I love you." You say as your reach over and take them.

You lay and face him again. He brushes a hair out from your face and tucks it behind your ear.

"If only you actually meant it." He says.

You look at him confused at first, but then your eyes widen.

"Tae wha-"

Before you had a chance to reply, his lips collided with yours. He's kissing you. Your best friend is kissing you. But it feels so right. You kiss back, and you can feel him smile. He holds you close as the kiss gets deeper. You both intertwine with each other. You don't want this moment to end, but he pulls away.

All you can do is look at him, his eyes taking you all in. He looks at your lips and kisses you one more time.

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that."

You look at him in awe.

"I had no idea you wanted to do that!"

He chuckles.

"I know, why do you think I haven't done anything. But seeing you last night, hurt and in need of someone. I hated it. And when I held you, it just felt right. I want more Y/N."

He looks at you, lustfully. Your eyes widen as you instantly read his mind. A dirty mind at that. You feel for the pillow beside you and aim it directly at his face. He yelps in surprise.

"Now, now mister, we've got to go through so many things. I think I only had a crush, but you were way deeper."

He puts the pillow down.

"So you were crushing on me."

You climbed out of bed, embarrassment filling you.

"I'm taking a shower, I need a moment to process this whole thing."

He laughs and sits up.

"Go ahead, Princess, you can prepare yourself for a day of job searching. Don't think you got out of that."

You turn and head toward the bathroom, a smile blooming. Something you never thought you could achieve after yesterday. But Tae is the person who could change that for more than one reason.

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starlostseungmin · 2 years

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if i lose it's your fault.

pairings — doctor!seungmin x lawyer!fem reader ft. assistant jisung (txt's soobin and beomgyu's appearances)

genre — quite angsty, romance, nsfw, smut, mystery au, mafia au, skz "freeze" inspired concept au, action

warnings — seungmin's a mafia, basically, everyone in skz is part of the mafia, mentions of sex, smut, protected sex, slight degrading, fingering, mentions of blood, murder, death, wounds, and deadly weapons (knives, guns, etc.), swearing, mentions of alcohol, contains inaccuracies and grammatical errors.

words — 11.8k

notes — this took me a while to decide that i should write this fic because of their concept and also, i got some ideas from the kdrama vincenzo. like i said, i don't recognize this au theme as an aesthetic and if you're not comfortable with the next scenes, please don't read it. thank you. not proofread. ps. i'm not good with smut so i apologize if i disappoint you :((

[ prologue ] — the prologue wasn't really followed :'<

20:00, Saturday, house number, 314, 7thStreet, XXXXX Village.

Camera clicks were focused on a lifeless body was found, blood scattered along the floor. Broken glass of wine was spilled that correlates to the thick substance. The suspect checked the photos a few times and shrugged his shoulders at the sight of the victim. A sigh escaped from his lips, lifting his sleeves towards his elbows and slid his camera inside his bag, taking the back door as an exit. The victim’s son came home two hours after the crime happened, screaming at the sight of his father. He panicked, and called an ambulance, his father is dead. The youngest son came home a few minutes after his brother did and fainted at the scene.

News spread quickly that night, the law firm was shocked at the founding father’s sudden passing. What was the cause? Murder. Weapon? A silencer gun and a paring knife. How many bullets? One. How many stabs? 10. Where was the victim hit? Forehead from the gun, chest and stomach from the knife. Primary suspect? Unidentified. Identification of the victim? Choi Seok, male, 72.

A smirk was formed on the suspect’s face after cleaning his mess, “Serves you right old man.”

A sigh escaped from the Wolves’ mafia boss after reading the newspaper headline and rubbed his forehead with a small smirk formed on his lips. He placed the newspaper down on his coffee table and went to the meeting room where he had his other co-members while one is missing.

Seungmin let out a harsh sigh as he stopped tapping the cotton with antiseptic on your fresh cut, removing his glasses in annoyance.

“Good gracious Y/N if you stop whining it wouldn’t hurt as much.” He said as you frowned at him. “What? Do you want me to treat it or not?”

“Sorry.” You sighed in response and slouched on your seat, trying not to whine.

“Thank you.” He replied, wearing his glasses again as he continued. You couldn’t help to wince in pain when he’s like pouring the antiseptic, but he’s being gentle on trying to ease the bleeding of your fresh cut yet that’s how you feel on the disinfectant. “You should move places if it bothers you to stay there. Just look at you. Sleepless nights, loud neighbors, scarce on your comfort of living, what else? And aren’t you suppose to earn a lot of money since you’re a lawyer and everyone likes you?” He retorted not taking his eyes away from your forearm.

“That’s not how it works. If only it’s easy to find somewhere else to stay. Expensive apartments are far from the law firm.” You said making him shake his head in disappointment.

“Why don’t you move in with me instead?” He smirked as you glared at him and he just laughed it off at the end with his eye smile. “I’m just kidding, you’re too serious Y/N.”

“You’re lucky you’re my friend or else I’ll sue you for flirting with me.” You replied rolling your eyes yet he just let out a chuckle and wrapped your cut with a gauze bandage with a wide rectangular cotton pad inside, enough to cover everything.

“There’s no law about flirting unless if I made you uncomfortable, that’s sexual harassment.” He smiled as you watch him do his job, sighing at the fact that he knows how to dwell from your statements.

Seungmin has been working as your residence doctor in the law firm. You didn’t know why he established a clinic in the office when he could do his job in the hospital or somewhere independent. But at least you’re thankful that he’s there, working 24/7, and can be accessed whenever you need him. Given the example of what’s happening right now when you’re supposed to take a rest after a tiring day but you ended up driving back to the law firm after confronting your drunk neighbor being loud as hell. Screw the thin walls and poor construction of the apartments, you couldn’t even concentrate if you were reading some cases during late nights. The stupid old man threw a bottle of beer on you and held your arms as defense, explaining the frustration on Seungmin’s face. Luckily, there were still a few colleagues of yours working at his hour, including the cute doctor.

Aside from his medical career, Seungmin also knows a lot about the law because his father was a lawyer. And if you would say a lot, he told you that he read his father’s books and code of laws when he’s bored. You can also admit that he has the potential to become one because you couldn’t deny the fact that he makes you dumbfounded when he explains something about all the cases you’ve been assigned to which they all made sense. He would also watch your trials and highlights your mistakes.

“Yeah right.” You rolled your eyes. “You should become a lawyer yourself, not a doctor.”

“I prefer to study medicine than to deal with the law. I know your frustrations and headaches every time Jisung would give tons of papers to read. Besides, I already know a lot.” He smiled as he secured the gauze band-aid with a small safety pin. “That’s good to go. Just don’t be careless next time. Go to a hotel or somewhere comfortable. You can’t stay here for the night, are you?”

“I can’t sleep here. This place makes me think about work.” You sighed.

“Then why did you come here instead of a hospital, dumbass?” He asked as he stood up, cleaned the area, and took all his stuff inside the first aid box.

“I was reading the murder case of Mr. Choi and I’m trying to focus. Going to a hospital would be a waste of time. This case has no suspect yet, I still have to contact the detective in charge.”

“Mmm-hmm.” He nodded in response.

“This is so frustrating it’s been 3 days.” You said giving a deep sigh.

“You should think about that tomorrow and find a place to stay. The thought of moving places might come at you and,” He paused looking at his wristwatch. “I need to go home.”

“Already?” You pouted.

“Yeah, it’s like there’s only 5 of you here working at this hour and I still have to go to the hospital by morning. Good night Y/N.” He said and fled outside with his bag. Another sigh escaped from your lips, he didn’t even let you say good night as well but that doesn’t matter anyway. You went to your office and sat comfortably on your swivel chair, easing the pain of your cut. It’s almost 1 am and you just wanted to rest. You can’t even go home since you’re too angry about that old man, and you didn’t want to make a fuss out of it anymore. Seungmin’s suggestion is possible for you. Maybe looking for a place to stay might give you peace and order.

Shrugging the thoughts off, your eyes felt heavy at the moment and you didn’t realize falling asleep on your desk. It’s so quiet in the law firm at night, you wish this kind of comfort in your own place as well. Moving from your apartment after being hired as a lawyer in this law firm happened two years ago. It was still vivid to the fact that the head of the firm wanted to hire you because he heard a lot about how famous you were in law school. You were one of the top students and your professor recommended you to this law firm after you passed the bar exam. But despite the skies of blue ahead of you, it’s still frustrating that some would take you for granted. You had been carrying difficult cases since and Jisung, your beloved assistant, does help you a lot, by annoying the hell out of you.

By each time, you kept on waking up because of the uncomfortable position you were in. Time didn’t matter to you anymore. You couldn’t even go home, no mother to talk to since she abandoned you and your father died because of murder years ago. In short, you became an orphan at a young age. You had a hard time in college keeping yourself up and avoiding hunger. But still, you managed to become a successful lawyer and have enough money to sustain yourself, well, it’s much more than you could ask for. You managed to buy a car but having a hard time finding a decent place to live.

The sun had risen so fast that it was already 7 am. The law firm opens at 9 am but, Jisung came too early and saw you spacing out in your office.

“Boss? What are you doing here so early?” He asked opening your door.

“What makes you think I am?” You asked, still looking at the blank side of the wall.

“Did you stay here all night?” Then you turned to look at him with dark circles beneath your eyes. “You look horrible, and that. What happened to you?” He asked again looking at your injured arm as he sipped onto his cup of coffee in one hand.

“Some drunk bastard threw me a bottle last night that’s why I ended up here.” You sighed. “You’re too early today. It’s weird.”

“Seungmin called this morning, he asked if I could check on you. He even told me to come to work early.” He shrugged. “I heard Mr. Seo would come to visit us this morning but you can’t face him looking like that, you need to go home first.”

“You’re not kind of annoying today.” You smirked. “But yes I need to go home first. Thanks for the coffee.” You added taking the cup of coffee from his hand and leaving the building. Jisung pouted and went to his own desk which is just inside your office and organized his things. Proceeding to the parking lot, you grabbed your keys and went inside your car to drive yourself home. By the time you reached your apartment, the scenario from last night flooded your thoughts as you saw the broken glass pieces of some bottles from your neighbor. One of them had your blood dried out after hours of the incident. You’re going to sue them later anyway.

You flopped on your bed after locking everything out and decided to take a nap. But after a few moments of your sleep, Jisung rang your phone making you grunt in frustration. Grabbing your phone beside your bag, you lay on your back and answered the phone.

“What?!” You exclaimed.

“I have good news and bad news for you.” He said through the line.

“Spill it out already.” You backfired.

“No good morning?” He teased as you could imagine his sly smirk from the other side of the phone as you roll your eyes.

“No good morning! Now what?”

“Do you want the good news or the bad news first?” Jisung asked, with his hands trembling as he read the documents from the detective’s perspective.

“You choose.”

“Okay okay so uhm, the good news is, the murder case that was given to you as a person of interest now and they’re planning to have an interrogation so you’ll just have to see the detective by tomorrow’s schedule.” He explained while having his phone sandwiched between his ear and shoulder as he read the documents.

“And the bad news?”

“Seungmin’s the person of interest.” He sighed as you jolted out of bed.

“What?!”

“Yeah, you better come back here. The detective’s here.” Jisung as a harsh sigh escaped from your lips.

“Give me an hour.”

What Jisung has said struck you to the bone until you’re on your way back to the law firm being decent unlike hours ago. Screw your sleeping schedule, you have a case on your hands now. You head to the parking lot and hurriedly walked inside, the sound of your heels were already too familiar that Jisung can recognize you a few gaps away. The detective has two attendants with him as you enter your office with Jisung talking to them, and immediately, he handed you the documents.

“Finally you’re here.” The detective said.

“Have you filed a warrant?” You asked, scanning the papers.

“My assistant is on his way here with the warrant. We need to take him this afternoon.” He replied.

“What? I thought it will be tomorrow?” Jisung asked.

“As soon as possible perhaps. He’s in the hospital now.” With a frustrated sigh, you grabbed your bag and slipped the documents inside.

“I’ll talk to him right now. Just leave him alone until tomorrow.”

“But orders?” The detective objected.

“Jisung will you cover for me until I come back? I’ll be seeing Seungmin pronto.” You snapped as Jisung saluted you.

“Yes, boss!” He said in obedience.

“Just until tomorrow.” You said as the detective’s assistant just arrived with the warrant. “I’ll take care of that.” Grabbing the folder from the assistant, you immediately exited the office and went straight to your car leaving the other dumbfounded, and Jisung initiating them to go out. You head straight to the hospital and screwed the traffic. Things were running in your mind like how did Seungmin become the person of interest? He looks so innocent to be a criminal and too unbothered about the law. Or so you expected him to be. You tightened your grip on the wheel cursing the stupid traffic when you have to see Seungmin now. The murder case that has occupied last week was a bit confusing to you and the officers took 3 days to find someone capable, and not the last person you wanted to put in jail.

“Excuse me, do you know where Doctor Kim is?” You asked the nurse at the front desk.

“Do you have any appointments with Doctor Kim, Ma'am?” The nurse asked back as you sighed.

“I'm his lawyer, I need to see him now. Like right now.” You argued as the nurse went to call in his clinic. It made you a little bit pissed off, not because of the attendant but the fact that why is Seungmin involved with the murder. It's just like he started working in the law firm just months ago and it doesn't make any sense at all.

“Ma'am, Doctor Kim is currently making his rounds, you have to wait for an hour.”

“What? An hour?” You exclaimed but, the nurse couldn't do anything about it and you ended up waiting for him at his clinic.

Exhausted at the fact of waiting and sleep-deprived, you took a seat noticing how clean his area was, organized records of his patients inside the shelves in color-coded folders, a minimalist desk with his glass nameplate on it, and tools were neatly arranged on the other table above a white cloth. Nevertheless, you were just amused and flopped on his couch which basically is for his patients but there's no one around and his assistant just left the moment you arrived. Being sleep deprived human being, you decided to take a nap to ease the one-hour wait for your most awaited colleague. Seungmin has been so busy and his room is so quiet.

The latter on the other hand is recording his patient's recovery in one room above his office, glasses tacked above his nose as he scanned the dextrose IV. And by the time he clicked his pen, he formed a smile at the patient, and rest assured they'll be discharged soon. Seungmin handed the nurse the record and left the ward. This was his last-minute for his morning rounds and he needed coffee for a break. He's been going with sleepless nights too, attending meetings with the other doctors, studying his patients' conditions and of course, he has his law firm clinic sideline when he doesn't have to go to the hospital. It was kind of weird to attend a law firm rather than an independent clinic but Seungmin just wanted to have something to take care of.

He went down a few floors via elevator and went straight to a vending machine near his office. After choosing some decent coffee, a sigh escaped from his lips, wanting an iced Americano. The heels of his shoes were audible enough in a quiet hallway as he walked towards his office, sipping onto his delighted drink. When he was about to open the door, he stopped after peeking through the glass and saw your shoes. It was so familiar at a first glance, yet hesitated to enter. But he knew he could trust you.

“Y/N.” He called, closing the door behind him which made you woke up, fixing yourself to look decent.

“Oh, you’re here.” You said, sitting up straight.

“What are you doing here? I didn’t know you were coming.” He asked, walking towards his desk and placing his cup of coffee.

“Are you hiding something from me?” You asked, taking the folder from your bag. Seungmin furrowed his brows as he took off his lab coat, placing it on his swivel chair.

“Hiding?” He asked back being confused. “I’m not hiding anything?”

“No? Then what’s this?” You retorted slamming the folder on his desk. Seungmin sighed as he took off his glasses, took the folder, and read the documents. But then suddenly, he laughed making you glared at him. “What’s funny?”

“This is bullshit Y/N.” He smirked. “Where did you get this?”

“Did you do this?” You asked again, standing up from your seat. Seungmin placed the folder on his desk and leaned forward, with his hands on the edges of the table, and gave you a direct, mesmerizing, serious, look.

“I did.” He smiled.

“Oh fuck.” You sighed harshly, grabbing your hair. “I can’t believe it! How could you?! And how could you admit it so fast? You’re a criminal? Really? Someone who looks so innocent like you? Fuck.”

“Thanks, but looks can be deceiving sometimes, and if that’s what you believe in the accusations and my statement. Do you have any proof that I’m the killer?” He asked. “You can’t conclude it that easily, aren’t you honey?”

“You, admitting the case is already evidence!” But Seungmin scoffed.

“I’m just a person of interest, am I? They can’t tell that it is exactly me, without evidence. And even if they give me a warrant, still they have to investigate me.”

“I know but there’s still a possibility of you being the primary suspect because of what you said.” You snapped. “But if it’s not you, who is it?”

“Collaborate with the chief detective and the police to investigate. But if I got convicted, be my lawyer.” He said. “But for a lawyer like you, you’re so gullible and having seconds thoughts of me as a criminal. You’re not usually like that. Do you like me?” He smirked again making you caught off guard.

“What?” You exclaimed, feeling flustered. “No! I mean, you’re my friend and we’ve known each other for months now, well, I know I still have a lot to learn about you but you don’t seem to be that person.” You added which Seungmin just took it and sighed.

“Thanks again. But whatever, since that folder indicated a warrant…” He paused, folding his knuckled and brought his wrists together, “Arrest me.” He said looking at you with a sly smirk.

“You’re a literal maniac.” You responded.

“Watch your words, you don’t know how capable I am.” He said in a monotonous tone.

“I’m not scared of you, Seungmin.” But he just chuckled. “I’m calling them to come here and get you.”

“Yeah, you do that.” He said, taking a seat on his swivel chair and watching you get frustrated over the phone call. Seungmin just took one random medical record from his shelf and studied the patient’s background. In your perspective, he looked so calm for someone who’s convicted with the label of being the person of interest, it’s not like you’re jumping to conclusions that he’s the one who did the murder but you’re just having second thoughts about him. The phone call ended in a few minutes as you glanced at Seungmin who is now busy facing his monitor to study further, only a sigh escaped from your lips, and flopped on the couch. “You seemed exhausted,”

“None of your business.” You retorted.

A few moments passed by and Seungmin is being fetched by the police and the detective as well. You were permitted to come with them to represent as his lawyer. For the minute he got caught, everyone was so shocked at the news that the most skilled and kind doctor in their hospital got arrested for murder. Others had a hard time trying to believe it but others don’t seem to care and jump to conclusions in a blink of an eye, while a few of them just started baseless rumors. You sat beside Seungmin inside the car with hands being cuffed. The detective was in the front seat and his assistant started to drive. Seungmin had his eyes set on the window as you traveled the highway to the station. Taking a glance at him, you held his hand making him flinch.

“What?” He asked.

“I don’t believe that you did it.” You said.

“I know right.” He said, smirking, slipping his hand away from your grip making you sigh in disbelief.

Seungmin was guided to the interrogation room and then you again sat beside him. It was quiet and dark at the edges of the room. The light bulb at the center part of the ceiling is too bright for your eyes. The doctor didn’t seem to care and his face is telling everyone he was in the bad mood. The detective sat down with some documents and placed them on the table, sliding the folder in front of him.

“These are photos from the crime scene.” He said. “We also found your camera in the trash.” Your eyes widened about the camera. Documents Jisung must’ve given incomplete documents, leaving the camera as a shred of evidence.

“Are you sure that’s mine?” Seungmin asked.

“It has your fingerprints on it and this, you’ve taken these pictures too.” They added, showing the pictures from the camera. A sigh escaped from Seungmin’s lips and shook his head.

“Are you sure I was there?” He asked again.

“Do you have an alibi to prove that you’re not?” The detective asked as you looked at Seungmin. “You’re free to speak for him, Y/N. Where are you last Saturday, 20:00?”

“I was in the hospital,” Seungmin said.

“He does his job from the hospital to the law firm and I believe he only comes every morning and goes to the hospital by afternoon.” You said.

“How about your night shifts?” The detective asked again.

“I do have my night shifts on weekends,” Seungmin responded.

“Then why did the nurse from the front desk tell us that you ended your shift at 18:25 and didn’t come back?” Seungmin was stunned and got too flustered to answer. You also waited for him to say something but he fell into silence as the detective smirked.

“Seungmin?” You called.

“Can’t answer?”

A loud sigh escaped from Seungmin’s lips as he glared at the detective and his assistant. Seungmin doesn’t really visit the law firm during the weekends because he and Jisung would take it as their off. They seemed quite close to the fact that they went to college together. You didn’t even bother to ask him what he does during the weekends but maybe it’s time for you to do so, besides, Jisung is already on his way to the station.

“You!” Soobin exclaimed, arriving in the room.

“Mr. Choi, you’re not allowed to come inside!” The detective said.

“My father is so kind to let you work as a doctor in our law firm but why did you kill him?! Fucking bastard! You deserve to be in jail.” He said when Seungmin stayed calm as he grabbed his collar.

“Hands off.” You responded taking Seungmin away from Soobin. “There has been a misunderstanding Mr. Choi, please calm down.”

“Calm down?! How am I supposed to calm down when that idiot killed my dad?!” Beomgyu suddenly interrupted the younger brother of Soobin.

“You can’t tell it’s him without further investigations.” You said.

“His alibi says so! He can’t even answer.” Soobin exclaimed pointing at Seungmin.

Soobin and Beomgyu are the sons of the late victim, and soon to the owner of the law firm if their father didn’t die early. Soobin is currently working as the head of the law firm for a temporary position while Beomgyu does all the meetings and evaluations. They happened to be with Jisung who is currently outside the room, waiting for you.

“If you have something to say, say it now!” You told Seungmin but your client just rolled his eyes.

“This is kind of embarrassing but if you wish to know what happened to me that night, fine. I’ll tell you.” He said and sat down properly, trying to give a good alibi to the fuming Soobin and Beomgyu.

“What?” Soobin asked.

“I went out at 6pm from the hospital and went home. I didn’t decide to come back since I was tired of doing my rounds the whole afternoon. I wanted to relax.” Seungmin said.

“By killing someone?” Beomgyu smirked when the former looked at him with a playful look and chuckled.

“If I find happiness in killing someone, you’d be the first to be eliminated,” Seungmin added. “But since I don’t, happiness for me is to rest, and have wild, rough sex with my lawyer right here. Isn’t that right Y/N?” He smirked making you flustered as Jisung made a loud gasp, after setting his foot in the room.

“Oh, so that’s why you’re having a major crush on him? Goodness Y/N, you’re that desperate to have sex?” Jisung said covering his mouth when you punched him on his shoulder. “Aww!” He exclaimed.

“Shut up!” You exclaimed after feeling the heat inside your cheeks and wanted to explode because of embarrassment.

“What?” Soobin asked in disbelief. “Rough sex? What the fuck are you talking about?”

The detective sighed loudly as he exited the room with you following him. Jisung tried to deal with Soobin and Beomgyu on the other hand while Seungmin remained inside with the detective’s assistant. The thing is, they can’t put him in jail yet since there is still lacking in the investigations and Beomgyu demanded more. Soobin would shake his head and get frustrated about why it was taking so slow. Seungmin would have his first trial next week and you were hired to be his prosecutor instead. Jisung would take over you due to his unnecessary sentiments. It feels like you don’t know him anymore. How could he be so direct and stupid?

Everything was dismissed for the day and you went to the bathroom to wash your face. The embarrassment from before wouldn’t escape from your mind. What was he thinking anyway? As if you’d do something like that if you were really close or whatever. You looked at yourself in the mirror as the water drips down from your side bangs to your face and sighed. This has been a busy day for you and you still need to take Seungmin home. You wiped your face gently and fixed your make-up. Jisung was waiting outside with the cute doctor you once trusted, Seungmin.

“Soobin and Beomgyu went back to the law firm,” Jisung said. “I have to take care of Seungmin’s trial for next week, I think you should take him home.”

“Drive us back to the hospital at least?” You asked as Jisung gave you a nod and went to the parking lot first. “I’m disappointed in you.” You said as Seungmin shrugged.

“Y/N, you’ll eventually quit your job after knowing the truth.” He smiled. “But don’t worry, I won’t make things harder for you, and I won’t run away.”

Seungmin went to follow Jisung leaving you behind. He’s actually making you confused and giving mixed emotions but that doesn’t mean you’ll quit his case. The fact that you can’t believe this is happening right now, Seungmin would probably change your perspective and won’t be the last person you’ll throw in jail. It was your job to defend him but thanks to his perverted remarks, Jisung took that opportunity from you. You will get it next time, or who knows what will happen to you for the next few days.

You didn’t go back to the law firm after taking Seungmin home. It was total silence between you two and he didn’t even bother to apologize after embarrassing you in the station. You were upset of course, and Seungmin shrugged it off. Expecting someone like him to have a decent personality but that totally broke the glass. The apartment is quiet this time and it was already evening as you head straight to your bathroom to take a nice, warm shower. Your cut did sting as hell as you wash it but the doctor who treated it is making you frustrated. Who knows what’s in his mind right now and what the hell he’s doing.

Another sigh escaped from your lips as you finished showering and treated your cut. Changing into comfortable clothes, you went to the kitchen and cooked dinner. There were still a lot of documents to read and it’s making you hungry. Today is an exhausting day either, you need to rest. But your job says, no. Good thing Soobin was too kind to dismiss you for today after being so mad about Seungmin. For sure he won’t be getting his job back in the law firm’s clinic or the hospital.

Dinner flew by and now you’re reading the case again. You couldn’t even concentrate even though the neighborhood is quiet and decent today. Seungmin is running in your mind. After all, you still believe that he’s not the one who killed Mr. Choi and you hope Jisung would help you with it. You just have to prove that he’s not guilty. Yet the pieces of evidence found were too strong to represent that he’s the suspect and even the way he speaks.

“Doctor Kim? What’s his case?” A colleague asked.

“Murder.”

Jisung sighed at the conversation as he handed you a cup of water after feeling the stress the moment you arrived in your office this morning. You’re not in the mood to deal with Seungmin’s case right now and of course, you hated the fact of going to work today. But you can’t reject your job and Jisung would whine like a kid if you didn’t come.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

“I don’t know but thanks for asking.” You sighed.

“I think you should go and visit Seungmin right now.” He asked, checking the online documents.

“Jisung, I’m so tired.” You said. “I don’t want to see his face either.”

“Is it because of what he said or because he’s a criminal?” Jisung asked again, not taking his eyes away from the big monitor at the top of his desk with his hands sliding the mouse.

“I got over the embarrassment yesterday but, can you tell me about him?” Then that’s when Jisung gave you a teasing look.

“Why are you so interested? You like him don’t you?” He chuckled which made you scoff.

“No, but I know you guys are so close, I just want to know what kind of person he is.” Jisung nodded in response.

“Seungmin is not a bad person for me. I mean way back when we were in college, he loves to read, he excels in academics, he loves baseball and photography, he’s not the type to rebel and had his own principles. His family has also expectations from him but he didn’t let them down. He came from a rich family of lawyers but he proceeded to take his doctorate career. He’s a kind and perfect son, but I’m not saying he’s innocent because I know that we did some bad things before but yeah, Seungmin is just like anyone else in this world too, but, when you get to know him, maybe you’ll change how you see him.” Jisung smiled. “You know Seungmin lived alone now ever since he graduated from med school. His parents went to live overseas that’s why I and our other friends are taking care of him. I think you should too since you’re in his case as well. But whatever happens, even if he gets convicted and proven guilty. I won’t leave him behind, Y/N.”

“I guess you guys are more like a family huh?” You asked.

“Yeah. I mean, when I was left alone, he’s one of the reasons why I’m still here.” He smiled. “We usually hang out during the weekends, we’d go somewhere and have fun.”

Now that Jisung mentioned it, you still need to dive deeper into their weekend activities. But suspicions aside, his words got stuck in your mind as you drive towards Seungmin’s address, it was raining hard, but you managed to get in. There were guards on his doorsteps and CCTVs everywhere. You didn’t remember them from yesterday or maybe because you didn’t pay attention to the details. He’s being watched in his own home, well, he lives in a freaking big mansion but what would you expect? Just like what Jisung said, Seungmin is rich and it’s obvious.

You went straight to his living room which was said to be on the second floor, well, according to Jisung and the guards outside as well. He didn’t go to work, obviously, and someone named Bang Chan took over his shift until he was proven innocent or not. Anyway, Seungmin was drinking wine while watching a movie. You saw him wearing his white robe and his legs rested on the table in front of his couch.

“Hey Y/N.” He said not taking his eyes from the screen when he’s aware of your presence. “What are you doing here?”

“Just wanted to check on you.” You smiled.

“I thought you were mad at me?” He asked as he sat up straight and gestured for you to sit down.

“I am but, I got over on what you told everyone yesterday.” You said calmly.

“It was a joke.” He said, standing up from his seat and going to the kitchen which is just next to the living room. A sigh escaped from your lips as you followed him around, and you admit he’s quite hot on his look today. Wet hair, white robe, and a glass of wine on his hand. Piercings on his ears too, and that serious face while pouring a small amount of wine on his glass.

“It wasn’t a joke for me.” You retorted.

“I know.” He responded and took a sip. “I know you’re here for something, just tell me.”

“Like I said, I just wanted to check on you. I’m not your lawyer anymore right? Thanks to you.” You roll your eyes which made him chuckle and placed his glass on the top of the counter, crossing his arms on his chest, looking at you. “What?”

“I like you though. It’s just that you’re just dense or whatever. Jisung said you’re a strong independent young woman and yeah I believe him.” He said. “Are they pressuring you at perhaps?”

“No, but you are.” You scoffed. “I know my job is quite stressful but when I knew about you, it became heavier for me. I’m so disappointed in you.”

“Oh baby, you have to prove me guilty first.” He smirked. “What if I’m not the killer?” He added as you smiled, leaning towards him, trying to lessen the gap between your faces.

“Try me.” You whispered as Seungmin stared into your eyes but he could help but to glance at your lips and go back to the former.

“I sure will.”

His lips landed on yours making you caught off guard, but it tasted like wine and you suddenly feel intoxicated with it that you gave in so easily. It felt warm and gentle at first as he held you close to his body but it became more sensual when you felt his hand squeezing your ass which made you push him away.

“What the hell are you doing?” You asked with your cheeks burning red.

“I want you to do something for me.” He said leaning on the counter.

“I’m not doing anything for you.” You retorted, glaring at him but Seungmin doesn’t seem so bothered.

“I know you would say that but I guess I have to force you in my way.” He smirked. “I hope you won’t regret working for that law firm Y/N.”

“Why would I?” Scoffing at the sight of him, Seungmin smiled, cupping your cheeks, brushing his lips onto yours. Your heart started to beat faster as he started on your eyes.

“Why don’t you find it yourself and then I should tell you what I know.” Placing a soft kiss on your lips, you’ve been dying to know what Seungmin has been talking about and why is he being so weird? As if he knows something about your life. Jisung is being mysterious as well, both of them are not telling you enough to prove your suspicions. Besides, Seungmin doesn’t even share his agenda during weekends and the latter just said only a few.

Seungmin lifted you up to sit down on his counter, not minding his glass of wine scattered on the floor as he deepened the kiss. You couldn’t push him away either, there’s something about him that makes you hooked and weak this time. Jisung knows about your stupid crush on Seungmin but it wasn’t as much as that you would be head over heels with him. You don’t even expect him to like you back or anything in return, but making out with you is unexpected.

Your lips molded together as you tasted the taste of his wine as he stood between your legs while your arms wrapped around his neck. Seungmin tried to take off your blazer and unbuttoned your blouse. Being mesmerized as you are, you didn’t even bother to protest and let him do everything. Your clothes fell on the floor, leaving you with only your black lingerie. His lips traveled down to your neck squeezing your boobs making you leave out a soft moan. A smirk was formed on his face as he kissed you again, carrying you to his bedroom, and locked the door. You felt his soft mattress behind your back as he hovered over you, spreading your legs for him to kiss you better.

“Hmmm…” You moaned in his lips as he slid his fingers inside your panties feeling your wetness making you tremble beneath him.

“You’re so wet for me baby.” He said licking your lips, sliding your panty off. “If I fuck you right now, will you quit your job and work for me?” But you didn’t get to answer when you saw him tear a sachet of condom, slide himself in, and started to thrust inside you.

“Make me…”

“Sure I will.” He said capturing your lips again as he thrust himself slow and deep. You held his nape closer to yours deepening the kiss as he managed to unclasp your bra, removing everything, and ended up on the floor, even his white robe. “I didn’t know you’re hiding something more beautiful than your face, Y/N.” He added, leaving wet kisses on your neck, traveling down to your chest until you felt his lips sucking your nipple while squeezing the other. A lustful moan escaped from your lips as Seungmin thrust himself faster. You dug your fingers on his bareback making him groan above you keeping his pace between your legs. “Fuck, you’re tight!”

“Aaahh... Seungmin!”

A torrid kiss came to your lips as he held your cheek, your hands grabbing his hair, preventing yourself from screaming in his kiss but his movements tell you otherwise.

Seungmin kissed your forehead as he fixed the covers enough to make you warm. He even pulled you into a tight hug and start stroking your hair, you managed to smile, giving him a soft kiss on the lips making him giggle.

“Are you okay?” He asked as you gave him a nod.

“Why do you want me to quit?” You asked him back kissing his shoulder.

“Will you believe me?”

“What is it?” Seungmin smiled, kissing you again. His lips were soft and gentle not like the last time. It feels so warm and sweet, which you’re starting to love. Which is kind of impulsive of you to make him take advantage of you just a few moments ago. You didn’t mind, it’s Seungmin after all. You didn’t care about your job so suddenly that you just wanted to melt on his bed. It's kind of funny how having sex with him made you change your perspective too fast.

“You want to know the truth?” His eyes landed on yours as you gave him a small nod. “Y/N, if I tell you everything, you won’t turn your back from me right?”

“Seungmin just tell me…” Seungmin kissed you again but just like a few seconds ago, you can’t refuse his lips being on yours. Even if you wanted to know what he meant, you guessed he’s not ready to tell you everything.

“It might sound so quick and stupid but I love you…” He said between the kiss when you just smiled and went to kiss him deeper.

Later that evening, you went home and took a shower. Scenarios from his mansion flashed in your mind making you shiver under the hot bath. You can still feel his touch on your body and started to squeeze your boobs sliding your other hand down between your legs, caressing your slit making you wet. Biting your lip, you laid your back inside your bathtub, spreading your legs, inserting your two fingers inside you while playing with your nipples. You tried not to moan loudly and continued to pleasure yourself imagining him fucking you. The thoughts of what happened are making you crazy to the fact that you made your fingers fasten their pace as another lustful moan escaped from your lips, pinching your nipples hard.

“Hmmm… fuck. Just why…” You groaned licking your wetness from your fingers, breathing heavily. Closing your eyes, you stayed inside the bathroom for 30 minutes trying to relax yet staring at your wall, letting the hot water hit your naked body isn’t helping to minimize the thoughts of Seungmin touching you. You’re supposed to think about his case because his first trial will occur a few days from now. Besides, you knew Jisung has been working on it and you only have to prove him guilty or not. But the words from earlier made you feel something different. You wanted to know what’s he is hiding or what he and Jisung are hiding from you.

You pinched your cheeks trying to get back to reality and washed yourself. It’s going to be a long night filled with Seungmin and his mysterious background.

Jisung saw you in your office spacing out on a paper that is supposed to be examined by you. After being hired as the prosecutor, you just wanted to say he’s not guilty and the case closed. But to your sorrow, you have to see him in the court. Jisung cleared his throat trying to distract you, which it did.

“Seems like you’re too occupied.” He said. “Did something happen when you were in his house?” Your cheeks turned red and started to fan yourself using the documents.

“No. What makes you think of that?” You chuckled nervously.

“Seungmin told me that you stayed there for a while. Did you find something suspicious?”

“We just talked.” You lied. “But I didn’t get much.”

“Bummer.” He sighed.

“How’s the case going by the way?” You asked trying to change the subject.

“The police didn’t find anyone aside from him Y/N. I think they’re trying to take Seungmin to jail. But I have my own suspicions though.” Jisung said, thinking.

“Like what?”

“I wasn’t with Seungmin last Saturday but he told me he was doing something important, I mean I don’t know where he went but it’s impossible for him to show up at Mr. Choi’s residence in that kind of hour. I would say he stays home during the weekends and study,” He answered which you gave him a disappointed look.

“I thought you’re going to say something that would help me prove that he’s not guilty.” You scoffed.

“I am, he doesn’t even like guns,” Jisung said. “I would say, he’s not, and he’s framed. You didn’t find anything suspicious in his house right?”

“How would she find anything in my house when I’m having sex with her?” Seungmin suddenly came making Jisung almost scream.

“What?” He asked.

“Seungmin!” You exclaimed. “What are you doing here?” It was just him, no one else.

“I’m trying to check on you after what happened yesterday.” He smirked.

“No, I mean how did you get here?” You asked again.

“I ran away, but this will be only temporary.” He chuckled.

“Is that why you’re spacing out?” Jisung asked. “Wow, Seungmin, I didn’t know you would hook up with Mr. (y/f/l/n)’s daughter.” Jisung snickered when he realized what he just said. He stopped in his tracks and looked at you having wide eyes in shock.

“Who?” You asked. Seungmin suddenly glared at Jisung. “You guys know my dad? What do you know about him?”

“Actually…” Jisung started with you starting to tremble in shock.

“Shut your mouth,” Seungmin told him as he looked at you. “Y/N, we’ll explain later, I promise.” He said as he held your shoulders, trying to calm you down.

“Why do I have to wait? You told me you’re going to say something to me. Is it about him?” You asked, trying not to break down but tears started to form from your eyes. Jisung felt guilt upon slipping a disclosed information that only goes to him, Seungmin, and the rest of their friends.

“Han, Hyunjin’s outside, tell him to park the car at the back of Y/N’s office. We need to go.” He said.

“What if someone sees us?”

“Just pretend that you left.” Seungmin glared at him making Jisung pack his things and left the office. Your legs felt weak as your brain is trying to process what was going on.

“You have to tell me what’s going on.” You told Seungmin as he pressed his lips on your forehead.

“I will just come with us.” He said when Hyunjin suddenly parked his car at the back of your office. Jisung signaled you to come out as Seungmin opened the window, pulling you outside. Opening the door of the car, Seungmin pushed you inside as Hyunjin stepped on the gas and drove away. Being undercover is such a hassle, good thing they both managed to pass the guards at the parking lot, but you were still in shock about the thing Jisung just spilled.

“We’re in the car, what’s stopping you from telling me now?” You asked, glaring at Seungmin. Hyunjin and Jisung both glanced at the rare view mirror as the latter sighed.

“Should’ve stopped my mouth for spilling something too soon.” Jisung laughed it out but Seungmin rolled his eyes.

“Shut up.” He said.

“You’ve been spying on Y/N and the law firm for months now Seungmin. Now that this idiot beside me cannot be entrusted with secrets just spilled it out, I think you should explain why Y/N and you got accused of the homicide.” Hyunjin said trying to focus on the road. He seems so unfamiliar to you and you can’t deny that red hair suits him.

“Is hooking up allowed?” Jisung asked.

“Shut up Jisung, please.” You scolded making the former pout.

“Listen Y/N, whatever the things that you will know in a few minutes might shock you even more but please, trust us on this.”

The four of you entered the mansion and headed to Seungmin’s office on the third floor. Jisung assisted you to sit on the sofa as Seungmin and Hyunjin sat across from you. There was silence and constant staring at each other. Seungmin took a deep breath and drank a few amounts of water as he proceed.

“You see, I’m a consigliere.” Seungmin started,

“A what?!” You asked.

“He’s part of a mafia, and most specifically, Bang Chan hyung’s adviser, our boss,” Hyunjin responded.

“You guys are part of the mafia? Did you kill my father?!” You asked, standing up from your place when Jisung tried to calm you down.

“Easy Y/N, that’s why we’re doing this is to explain everything,” Jisung said pulling you down to sit.

“Girl, let me just elaborate on everything.” Hyunjin rolls his eyes, Seungmin is too nervous to speak. “Seeing Seungmin being like this towards you is not actually part of the plan. The things are like this, Chan hyung already knows what’s going to happen to Mr. Choi that’s why Seungmin disguised himself to be your resident doctor, but of course, he is eligible. Second, the death of your father involves Mr. Choi as well. Third, we have been spying on you ever since Seungmin started to work there. Fourth, we already know who killed your father but the one who killed Mr. Choi is still under investigation.”

“We just wanted you to work as Seungmin’s prosecutor until we find the one who did the crime,” Jisung added.

“I have so many questions but does that mean Seungmin is innocent? Right?” You asked.

“Seungmin was framed, his camera was stolen and was used by the killer. They couldn’t trace who did it that’s why they found his fingerprints instead. And the sad thing is, you can’t call him as a witness because he himself is being accused as an offender.” Hyunjin explained.

“You can be his witness and Jisung can provide evidence for him.” You said.

“We can do that, but, Soobin and Beomgyu will turn him in for sure. Seungmin can’t go to jail.” Jisung said.

“Right, what do you want me to do about it?” You asked, looking at Seungmin.

“Play as my prosecutor on my first trial, it’s in a few days, but we will find the real killer for this case. The police are so slow and they’re focusing on me for now.” Seungmin responded making you sigh heavily.

“Okay, but first, where were you during the time of the murder?” You asked.

“I was in our warehouse, I was with Jeongin and Minho hyung, trying to get a glimpse with our alleged suspects,” Seungmin answered.

“You could’ve said that to the police when they interrogated you.” You sigh.

“They can’t know that I’m a part of the mafia, Y/N.” He said rolling his eyes. “If you prove me innocent after my first trial, quit your job and work for us.”

“You’re going against the law! You didn’t even tell me about knowing my father and his death right? You exclaimed.

“You being in this household is already against the law,” Seungmin argued. “Being involved with someone like me is already a crime.”

“Fuck! I know!” You yelled. “Why are you keeping me here? You can you just tell me every fucking thing I need to fucking know now!”

You kicked the door as you made your way out as Jisung tried to call you. They already explained everything about it and you needed some time to process all of it. You got mad at Seungmin of course, and who the hell that Bang Chan who started the plan. Hyunjin didn’t even care. It turns out that the owner of the law firm killed your father years ago because of some agreement. You knew your father was a journalist and he was willing to expose the corruption Mr. Choi made in the government and supplying illegal drugs. The law firm was just a cover and he tried to clean himself by paying the media a big amount of money, even after the assassination of your father, it was all hidden under the rock and of course, money to keep everyone shut. But Seungmin knew about the case and decided to lay low until he can speak to you.

Your protests during the case became useless and nobody listened to you until you decided to be a lawyer and started working at the law firm, without knowing that the old man who accepted you was the one who killed your father. Now that he’s dead, you can’t do anything about it and find the one who killed him. You wanted to scream at the fact that you’re so mad and you want to punch someone on the face but you can’t. Being angry can drain your energy. You just have to keep close with Seungmin now and cooperate with the rest of his group. Who knows what will happen next?

And you’re too curious why Mr. Choi was killed and who killed him.

Seungmin on the other hand sighed heavily after explaining everything to you while Hyunjin tried to console him. Jisung already called Chan who is taking Seungmin’s rounds at the hospital, telling him that you already know, then he, called for a meeting that night. Meanwhile, you went back to your office and tried to organize your thoughts by reading Mr. Choi’s case all over again. But this just made you more upset. You wanted to do something but in some cases right now, it’s hard to move without basis, besides, the culprit is already dead and if those people who are part of the mafia would represent as witnesses, the court will only question them.

The whiteboard was displayed in front of the desk as Hyunjin tried to trace every piece of evidence and persons of interest. Starting with his remarkable red hair and black marker, everyone anticipated his announcements.

“We have two suspects for Mr. Choi’s assassination.” He started as he gestured to the board. “His two sons, Soobin and Beomgyu.”

Chan stared at his notes and reviewed a few documents to study further about the case and Seungmin was polishing his gun. Jisung was with you at the office trying to console you either but you wanted to stay alone, he just went to his desk and listened to the meeting as Felix was streaming it for him. Jisung took his time to be serious in this meeting and Hyunjin has been giving good points towards the possible suspect. He can’t help but take a few glances at you to see how you’re doing because he will tell Seungmin about it later. A sigh suddenly escaped from his lips as he continued to guess who among the two would be the killer.

“Jisung and Seungmin found pieces of evidence, first, the camera from Seungmin’s house was stolen and bases on the CCTV footage the thief has a lean body and tall—”

“I think I know who,” Seungmin said as Hyunjin looked at him.

“Who?” Hyunjin asked.

“Hmm, Seungmin will reveal that person later, continue Hyunjin.” Chan said, keeping his eyes on the pictures from the crime scene and from Seungmin’s surveillance camera.

“Well you can just tell us if you know,” Hyunjin said.

“Keep talking,” Chan argued which made Hyunjin gulp onto his saliva and continued. Jeongin on the other hand is busy tracking the two persons of interest on his computer as Felix kept a serious face. The rest of the members were too occupied with Hyunjin statements but Seungmin suddenly fired towards the picture of his alleged prime suspect. Everyone was stunned and even Jisung’s ears got struck by the sound. A smirk was formed on his face as they looked at who it was.

The next day, you didn’t see Jisung coming to work in the law firm, but Soobin told you that the trial must go on and they’ll come later. And as you were preparing for the trial, your phone beeped loudly, indicating that you forgot to put it on silent mode. It was a message from an unknown number. Furrowing your brows, you clicked on the message and saw a video attachment on it, a small sigh escaped from your lips after expecting it would be another random video from a troll after your number is being exposed to social media because of your job. But hence, it was something far from a usual spam message. The video has got no thumbnail as you proceeded to click and watch. The expression of your face changed from calmness to horrified, you even dropped your phone and covered your mouth in shock.

“Y/N?” Soobin suddenly called outside your office. You quickly calmed yourself and looked in his direction, flashing a small smile.

“The trial will start in 5 minutes, my brother is also on his way now.” He smiled.

“Yes, Mr. Choi.” You said as you walked out and head to the trial court with him.

Soobin got busy with his phone as you were spacing out for a bit. You didn’t get to see Seungmin after you fled from his mansion and Jisung has gotten so busy. Sure you had small talks going on for the last two days but it wasn’t enough. He just sent you some documents to further assist the case and how would you claim him as guilty or innocent.

“Nervous?” Soobin asked as you shook your head.

“Not really.” You chuckled sheepishly.

“I just hope we could figure this out today and kick him in jail.” He sighed as he entered the courtroom with you behind him. Surprisingly, Seungmin was already inside with Jisung, and you went to your place. Both Jisung and Seungmin looked at you as you nodded in agreement. Even though the lack of communication sucks, everything was already planned. They both smiled at you as the judge entered. Your assistant prepared the projector and the white screen to be able to present your PowerPoint presentation comfortably, and when the judge gestured you to speak, you signaled your assistant to start the presentation.

“The case of Choi Seok, 72, male, was a horrifying crime that happened at 20:00, Saturday *insert date*, in the 7th Street XXXXX Village, the cause of his death was—” But your statement was stopped when your assistant’s computer was hacked and the video you saw earlier came to play. Soobin froze on his seat at the sight of the people involved.

“What is happening?” He asked as Seungmin smirked.

The content of the video:

4 men entered a room with a briefcase, they were all wearing black and sat in front of a wide table, holding their guns in place, Seungmin and Jisung were the two of them, you can’t see their faces but based on their bodies built, you’re sure it was them, including Hyunjin, hiding his gun inside his coat. The other one was probably Chan, their boss.

“It’s good to have you here.” Another familiar voice said with his chair, facing away from the camera. Jeongin probably hacked the surveillance camera inside that dark office. “Welcome to my hideout, Wolves.” The same voice has said and quickly turned his chair to face front.

“Beomgyu?” Soobin whispered underneath his breath.

“We’re going to cut it short, why did you frame Seungmin for killing your own father?” Chan asked.

“Oh, sorry, my bad. Did it hurt your little puppy?” Beomgyu smirked and laughed when both Hyunjin and Jisung pointed their guns at him. Beomgyu’s guards were quick enough to respond and held theirs too.

“Chan is asking why, and I will not hesitate to shoot you right now if you keep this bullshit going, you bastard!” Seungmin exclaimed, pointing his gun towards Beomgyu’s head, but then again, the former smiled.

“I don’t think so. After all, being close with Mr. (y/f/l/n)’s daughter made you braver eh? How much more if she knew about what my father did to him.” Beomgyu said.

“She already knows, just tell us why you did it and why the fuck you framed me for it,” Seungmin said glaring at him when Beomgyu just rolled his eyes.

“Why would I tell you?”

“If your older brother finds out you killed your father, he will kick you in jail for sure,” Chan said.

Soobin folded his knuckles as he buried his nails on his palm because of anger and disappointment while watching the video. He couldn’t believe it.

“You trespassed in my mansion, stole my camera, went home and killed your father, you even took pictures and disposed them to the bin making me look like the suspect! I’m sure you have your reasons.” Seungmin said.

“Since you’re so annoying, I’ll just tell you but, I will make sure that you won’t come out here, alive,” Beomgyu responded.

“Sure. But you will die first.” Seungmin smirked.

“Put your guns down, then I will put mine down as well.” He said when Chan gestured the three of them to ease their position. Jeongin and Felix are watching in front of Jeongin’s laptop while Minho and Changbin was outside the dark office, guarding the area. “I know that you already know about why I targeted you instead of leaving no suspect behind, simple, your father is the reason why my dad’s law firm is almost ruined, that’s why we have to hire your girlfriend to bring it up again. But what a small world indeed, her father exposed my dad that’s why her father has to go, and as for my own benefit, I had to eliminate him because Soobin will take over the firm. My dumb older brother? Really?! That fucking goody-two-shoes! My father’s favorite child while I’m being left alone under the shadows! You don’t know nothing!”

End of the video.

Soobin held his forehead as tears suddenly start to form in his eyes. He wanted to keep calm, he didn’t know much about it. Beomgyu pretended to be away during the crime and came home a few minutes before he did and acted like he was innocent. The door suddenly opened as Beomgyu was being dragged by Chan and Hyunjin, and his suit was covered with blood after trying to run away from the Wolves.

It was that night after the meeting when they decided to head into Beomgyu’s hideout. The gunfire Seungmin did, triggered the others to attack. While interrogating Beomgyu, his guards already lined up outside and caught them right after the meeting. The four of them were dragged outside the warehouse, Jeongin and Felix were caught from the rooftop, and Minho and Changbin also got dragged. They were made to kneel down after being circled with Beomgyu’s guards as he stood up in front.

“I guess I have to see you die at this point.” He said.

The guns were pointed at their necks as they were caught as a hostage but it doesn’t mean that they let them do whatever they want. Hyunjin was too quick to recover his gun inside his coat and hit a guard at the back of his neck as the others flee from the other guard's grip, taking out their guns. They were surrounded by a bunch of delinquents and they were only 8 of them, and Seungmin’s gun was pointed at Beomgyu’s.

“Don’t kill him, we need him alive,” Chan commanded as a guard took Beomgyu away.

“Seungmin, get him!”

Seungmin ran off and went to follow Beomgyu and his two guards while firing their bullets towards the former’s direction. He tried to hide to avoid the bullets and managed to dodge them as he ran after them. The others were also firing their guns at the opponents and dodging every single fire.

“Han, follow Seungmin, we’ll cover you,” Chan added as he went to fire. Jisung immediately fled as Chan shouted, fire, to his members. They have a trial to attend later in the morning. Seungmin on the other hand managed to kill one of Beomgyu’s guards and hid behind a barrel. He leaned on the cylinder as he craned his neck to see his opponent, Beomgyu has fled already and when he sensed that his guard is slowly approaching, a sound of the gun was heard. It was Jisung who managed to target the man on his chest.

“Thanks, bro,” Seungmin said.

“You’re welcome. Where’s Beomgyu?” He asked.

“I don’t know, he must’ve gone out from the warehouse. Let’s find him.” He responded and went to search the area, only to find him sliding himself inside a car and switching on its engine. But too bad it didn’t work because the car is empty of gasoline.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed as Jisung and Seungmin positioned themselves in front of the car.

“Get the fuck out,” Seungmin said pointing his gun at him.

“Make me,” Beomgyu replied when Seungmin fired his gun straight onto his arm making him wince in so much pain. “Ugh! Fuck you, Kim!”

“I said get out!” Seungmin exclaimed as Jisung went to open the door and drag him out.

Soobin trembled in anger as he approached his brother and slapped him square in the face.

“How could you do this to me?!” He asked.

Seungmin and Jisung just watched the whole scene as you tried to restrain Soobin. The judge shook his head in the sudden news and sighed heavily.

“I swear you’ll rot in jail. I’ve been trying to be a good brother to you but you just repay me with this?!” Soobin exclaimed as you dragged him away from Beomgyu yet his brother just stayed silent.

“Sir, you still have to do your verdict.” You told the judge. “Now that Seungmin has been proved to be innocent.” You added.

And the final verdict has made Beomgyu guilty. The trial ended just that and the plan they talked about didn’t actually work the way it is. It was changed when the video suddenly came up and Beomgyu is now going to jail. Soobin got occupied with his brother’s case and wanted to close the law firm for good. But before he could even confirm it, you told him that you’ll resign which he truly understood. Soobin is highly different from Beomgyu, as you have observed and maybe he’ll take his time to get over it soon.

Seungmin hugged you tightly as you exited the courtroom and cried. You couldn’t take it anymore but you were relieved when the truth finally came out. Jisung just smiled as he tapped your back while Seungmin was kissing your forehead.

“Everything is good now.” He said, reassuring you.

“We’ll be at the warehouse Seungmin,” Chan said as he left with Hyunjin.

“I will go with them.” Jisung bowed and followed the two as they exit the building.

“Should I take you home, Y/N?” Seungmin asked as you looked at him and shake your head, wiping your tears.

“I’m not going home,” You said. “I wanted to live with you.” Seungmin was caught off guard at first but he smiled brightly and hugged you again.

“You’re welcome to move in anytime.”

Later that night, Seungmin pinned you on his bedroom wall and started kissing you hard, his hands started to roam around your body, squeezing your boobs, trying to take off your clothes. Your lips molded with each other as he successfully took off your blouse and skirt, your hands removed his tie and unbuttoned his polo, also trying to take everything off. All of your clothes landed on the floor as Seungmin carried you towards his bed, pushing your back on his mattress, licking and nipping your neck, making you moan. His tongue traveled down to your chest as he started sucking your nipples while squeezing the other, you can’t deny the fact that you love it so much and his tongue is making you crazy, how much more when he started to lick your wet folds, spreading your legs wider.

A lustful moan escaped from your lips when you grabbed his hair, feeling the good sensation of his tongue on your clit. He suddenly inserted his two digits while eating you out, loving the sound of your moans inside his room as he thrust them faster. He hovered above you again and started kissing your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him deeper. Your fingers started to play with his black locks, tasting yourself on his lips. You felt his finger slip away inside you as you were about to whine when he thrust his warm cock instead making you moan louder. Falling on your back on his delicate mattress, Seungmin thrust harder and faster, knowing it will drive you crazy even more. Sucking again on your boobs made you bite your lip as he groaned above you.

“Fuck,” He said, still trying to keep his pace on fucking you. Your fingers landed on his bareback and started scratching them making Seungmin go faster.

“Aaah! Shit! Oh… hmmm.”

The rain is pouring hard that night and Seungmin just wanted to make sure that you can move in with him tomorrow. Lying naked and warm beside him, he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer to his body giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“You were great earlier.” He said.

“I didn’t even get to say anything.” You sighed, snuggling closer to his chest.

“Still… I’ve seen you do the trials before. You did great.” He smiled, kissing your nose. “Are you sure about quitting your job?” He asked, stroking your hair.

“I already submitted my resignation letter and Soobin is closing the law firm for good. I don’t think I will be going to work as a lawyer soon.” You responded.

“Why?”

“Nothing, what happened these past days made me want to avoid any problems, everything was too much for me and I wanted to get away for a while. Living alone in my old apartment is going to make me crazy.” You added as Seungmin placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“You’ll stay with me starting now, okay? And I won’t let you alone, I promise.” He smiled.

“I love you, Seungmin.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” You smiled at his response and kissed him softly. “We should go to sleep now. You’re so exhausted.”

“Hmm, good night baby.” Giving a peck on his lips, Seungmin fixed the duvet and made sure you were warm as you sleep. The rain won’t be stopping anytime soon.

“Good night, love.”

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Home for Christmas - Criminal Minds Reader Insert (12 Days of Christmas)

Pairing: Hotch x fem!reader, Jack Hotchner x reader (maternal relationship

Warnings: angsty at the beginning, lots of Jack x reader moments, fluff ending!

Word count: 2431

A/N: Y/F/C/M stands for your favorite Christmas Movie and Y/N/N stands for your nickname. I also believe that Aaron is the kind of person who texts with correct grammar, although he may use sentence fragments if he is short on time, so that is incorporated into this one-shot. This one came to me while listening to a Christmas song, called “Home” by Blake Shelton and Michael Bublé (linked below). I really enjoyed the idea of this one (it may have gotten away from me a bit!)

Home by Blake Shelton ft. Michael Bublé

So here it is, hope y’all enjoy it! If you’re looking for another Christmas fic to read, check out my Mini-Series masterlist, where the rest of my Christmas one-shots are.

I know there aren’t any Aaron x Jack moments in the story but this was the GIF I thought fit best :)

“Y/N, it 's Aaron. I, uh, I won’t be making it home in time for Christmas. We have yet to get a break in the case, so it could be another week before I’m home. I know you had a lot planned for Christmas, and I’m sorry I won’t be able to celebrate with you. I’ll try to call, but I can’t promise anything. I love you. Tell Jack I love him.” Aaron’s voice crackles in your ear as you listen to the voicemail he’d left you earlier, as in 3 am, that morning for the eighth time.

It had been the first time you had heard his voice in almost a week and part of you was overjoyed. The other part of you was exasperated. You knew he was dedicated to his work, you had known it since the two of you had started dating, but it still hurt. Every time he worked late and didn’t let you know hurt. Every time a case went longer than expected, it hurt. Every time you went to bed alone, his side of the bed untouched and cold, hurt. And it didn’t hurt any less now, despite your suspicions upon hearing the team had taken another case, so close to Christmas, that he would miss the holiday altogether.

You let out a sigh as you stand up from where you had been sitting on the couch, wrapped in a Christmas throw blanket. You take your empty glass, which had been filled with your favorite holiday drink, into the kitchen and place it in the sink. You double-check the apartment door, making sure it was both deadbolted and locked (something Aaron had ingrained in you to do while he was away), before making your way towards the master bedroom. You stop at the door to Jack’s bedroom, cracking it open and using the light of the hallway to look at him.

Jack was sprawled out in his bed, fast asleep. Tiptoeing into the room so as not to wake him, you reach his bed and pull the discarded comforter up off the floor, placing it on top of Jack and gently tucking him in. “Your daddy loves you Jack, and so do I.” You say softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead, giving him a long look, before making your way back out of his room.

Upon reaching your bedroom, you head to Aaron’s dresser. You find one of his sweatshirts, well-worn and baggy, grab it from the drawer, and pull it on as you climb into bed. You didn’t typically wear his sweatshirts while he was home, but whenever he was away, it helped ease the ache created by his absence. After getting settled underneath the covers with your nose pressed into Aaron’s pillow, you soon fall asleep.

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You are up early the next morning, quickly climbing out of bed before you realize that you have the next few days off, the 23rd (today) through the 26th for Christmas. You had used a few vacation days to extend your Christmas ‘vacation’, as you and Aaron (who had thought he would have had Christmas case-free) had wanted to spend time with Jack, as a family.

You couldn’t bring yourself to climb back into bed so you head downstairs, the idea of making breakfast for Jack coming to mind. Even though Aaron wouldn’t be home for Christmas, you still wished to make this Christmas special for Jack, just as you had planned to with Aaron. After going through your email and having a cup of your favorite morning beverage, you head into the kitchen. A few minutes of looking and you find your recipe for gingerbread waffles, a favorite from your childhood, and start gathering the ingredients.

Fifteen minutes later and you have your first batch of waffles made, bacon sizzling in a pan on the stove, and orange juice in glasses on the table. Christmas music is playing softly in the background when a small voice has you whipping around.

Jack is standing in the middle of the kitchen, his hair standing up at different angles on his head, and one of his hands sleepily rubbing his eyes. “Good mornin’ mama.” Despite not being his birth mother, Jack had been calling you mama since you had moved in with him and Aaron, over a year ago now. And every time you heard it, you were still overcome by joy.

You pull the boy into your arms, giving him a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Hi bud. How’d you sleep?”

“I slept good mama. What are you making?” He asks curiously, peering around you to look at the stove.

You stand and briskly stride back to the stove to flip the bacon and check on the waffle you had cooking before you turn back to Jack. “Gingerbread waffles and bacon.” You answer, plating one of the waffles and some bacon before bringing it to the table. “Here buddy. Eat up.” You said, placing the plate next to the glass of orange juice. Jack bounces to the table, sitting down and quickly digging in.

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After breakfast, and a few games of twenty questions, you decide to take Jack to the ice skating rink not too far from the apartment. The two of you bundle up and hail a cab to the rink. You spend the five minute ride to the ice plex with Jack in your arms as the two of you play a game of “I Spy.”

The cab reaches the ice rink, and after paying the driver you and Jack venture inside. You let out a laugh as he exclaims in excitement at all the trophies, fancy ice skates, and photos of skaters in the lobby. You rent a pair of skates for the two of you, before leading jack out to the seating around the rink. It takes you a few minutes to get skates on, and to help Jack with his but a few short minutes later the two of you are out on the ice.

It is apparent that you are out of practice and try as you might, you fall several times. Jack is actually skating better than you and soon he is ‘teaching you’.

“Mama, make sure you aren’t leaning backwards. That might be why you’re falling.” The nine, almost ten, year-old’s advice was helping you to stay on your feet for longer than thirty seconds. You had even started to move cautiously along the edge of the rink, with Jack skating confidently in front of you. The two of you stay out on the ice until Jack tells you he is cold. Admittedly, you were starting to get cold yourself, but you didn’t want to end Jack’s fun early.

After ice skating, the two of you go to Jack’s favorite pizza place, a little Italian place (the boy had developed sophisticated taste buds, thanks to a certain David Rossi), within walking distance from the apartment. The two of you have a lunch filled with cheesy pizza, endless breadsticks (which both you and Jack enjoyed thoroughly), and lots of laughs.

Then, upon returning to the apartment, the two of you cuddle up on the couch and watch Christmas classics. You share with Jack some of the movies you had grown up watching (Y/F/C/M and Y/F/C/M) and he shares some his favorites with you (The Grinch and Santa Buddies).Your movie marathon only stops when you whip up a quick dinner, which the two of you eat in about ten minutes at the table, and when you get up and pop some popcorn for one of the movies. Jack stays up way past his bedtime, but knowing that neither of you have to get up early the next morning has you being more lenient with his bedtime.

The next day passes in much of the same fashion. You and Jack take a walk, intent on finding the best Christmas decorations within walking distance. Although you had found some pretty cool decorations, Jack definitely won when he spotted the house decked out with a 12 Days of Christmas theme. Then the two of you stopped for lunch at one of the sidewalk vendors, something that Aaron probably would frown upon.

After lunch, you and Jack went to a Christmas pop-up village, where you watched the ‘elves’ wrap presents and people take pictures with Santa. The two of you ordered deluxe hot chocolates and sat on a bench, listening to a choir sing Christmas carols. Jack sang along to the ones he knew and he even convinced you to sing along with some too.

You two return to the apartment in late afternoon, shortly after which, the two of you start making Christmas cookies. You roll out the dough, while Jack stamps the cookie cutters into it, creating a variety of Christmas themed cookies. As the several batches of cookies bake, Jack reads to you from the kitchen’s small island as you follow the recipe for a sugar cookie frosting. When the cookies, and the frosting, are finished, you and Jack set to decorating the cookies.

Three hours and an order of takeout later, and you have four dozen frosted cookies scattered across the kitchen counter tops, three bags of mostly eaten takeout, two empty mugs, and one frosting and crumb covered boy fast asleep on the couch.

You can’t help but smile as you look at the plate of cookies Jack decorated, not for Santa, but for Aaron when he returned from the case he was working on.There were several Santas, a Rudolph reindeer, a present, and a Christmas tree. As you cover the plate in plastic wrap, you can’t help but think that you would give just about anything to talk to Aaron for a while. It had been two days since he had left the voicemail, and since then all you had gotten were a few short texts.

“Case progressing. Miss you and Jack.”

“Finally developed a profile. Love you Y/N/N.”

“Thought we had an unsub, but looks like we were wrong.”

“I love you and Jack. Wish I could be holding you both in my arms.”

You heave out a sigh and get to work doing the dishes from dinner and your baking escapade with Jack. The dishes, and tidying up of the kitchen, takes far longer than you want and it’s close to ten before you are gently waking Jack from the couch. You tenderly guide him down the hallway, making a pit stop in the bathroom to help wash some of the frosting off of Jack’s hands and face. After Jack is frosting free, with freshly brushed teeth and clean pajamas, you get him settled in bed. You read him “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas” and listen to him sleepily tell you about the gifts he thought might be under the tree, after which you tuck him in and give him a kiss good night.

You take your time getting ready for bed, wishing the entire time that you would be crawling into bed with Aaron, where you would spend the rest of the night in his arms. But, alas, you are greeted with a cold, empty bed, which you reluctantly climb into as you shoot Aaron a quick text, wishing him a happy Christmas Eve and adding a short ‘I love you.’ You try to read a few pages in your latest book, but your mind isn’t into it. Instead you stare at the softly blinking Christmas lights shining in from the hallway, through the small crack between the door and the door jam, letting the rhythmic changing of the lights lull you to sleep.

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You wake up to what sounds like the heavy apartment door swinging shut and the floorboards creaking, followed by a low thud and a muttering voice, which you can’t quite make out. Your heart is thudding wildly in your chest as you anxiously climb from the bed and tiptoe to the door of the bedroom. You can’t see any figures in the hallway, so you creep across the hall, placing a hand on the doorknob to Jack’s bedroom and noiselessly start to turn it open. You are so focused on opening the door and getting to Jack that you don’t notice the figure coming down the hallway towards you. A soft hand on your shoulder has you whipping around, landing a heavy hit with the heel of your hand to the intruder’s face.

“Son of a-” You immediately recognize the voice as Aaron’s, which makes you gasp in shock.

“Aaron. I didn’t know it was you. I’m so sorry.” You say, as you start to fuss over him. You try to guide him to the bathroom, in hopes that you might be able to help him there, but his hands stop you.

“Y/N, I’ll be alright. All I need is you in my arms.” His words, albeit a bit slurred (probably from the present throbbing in his face) bring a warm, fuzzy feeling into your chest and a cheesy grin to your face. You start to move towards the bedroom, but he pulls you close, scooping you up and easily carrying you back to the bed. The heat created by his body only leaves for a moment as you watch him, in the dull light, strip off his suit jacket and tie, before returning to your side. He pulls you incredibly close, his face in the crook of your neck breathing you in.

You don’t say anything, rather you just take comfort in his presence as you play with the small hairs at the back of his neck. “Gosh, I missed you.” He whispers, pressing a kiss to your collarbone before looking up into your eyes. One of his hands comes to rest on your cheek, his thumb tracing soft circles on your cheekbone.

“Merry Christmas Y/N.” He says, giving you another kiss, this time on the lips. His kiss is slow and tender, as if he wanted to savor the moment and make it last as long as possible.

Once you pull back, and catch your breath, you whisper, “Merry Christmas Aaron.”

He smiles at you, pressing another, much shorter, kiss to your lips. “I think I’ll wait for later in the morning to let Jack know I’m home; let it be a Christmas surprise for him.” He says, tightening his hold on you.

You smile back at him. “I think that’s a wonderful idea. For now, let me just appreciate my Christmas surprise.”

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dilxq · 3 years

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How Haikyuu boys would react seeing you sleeping only in their old volleyball jersey 💛

Ft.(aged up) Team Captain’s; Oikawa, Bokuto, Kuroo, Daichi, Ushijima

>Oikawa<

After you begged him for 10 minutes straight to buy you some ice cream at literally 1am he just couldn’t say no to such a cute pout on your adorable face so he was forced to get up and buy you some of your favorite ben & jerry’s.

With a small grin on his face he was thinking about to prank you and tell you that he accidentally ate it on the way back to your shared Appartement. But what he didn’t expect was only seeing you in his old Aoba Johsai jersey..sleeping.. just like a princess.

The jersey was way too big on you, it reached halfway down your beautiful thighs. He scanned your sleeping form all the way down, from your hair that is tied up to a messy bun to your sleeping face what is adorable btw down to your body that he loves everything about, down to your lovely thighs he likes to kiss and lastly to your small feet covered in fluffy warm socks. He was about to melt at that sight so he decided to keep it memorable. After he took out his phone mf actually did a whole photo-shooting because he loves you too much.As much as i love him pls kick him

Of course he would tease u the next day about the pictures he took.

>Bokuto<

After his practice he went straight home so he could cuddle u for the rest of the night. When he reached the Appartement he opened the door and stepped in. The smell of food in the kitchen made him drool so he went there and saw u standing at the stove. He gave you a kiss on the top of your head after he sneaked behind you and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist.

You chuckled and right after that you started yawning.

“Im going to take a quick shower, alright? Wait for me baby !” Take me with u

You just nodded and walked to the couch to sit there and wait. About 15 minutes later Bokuto walked out of the Bathroom with new fresh clothes. He called for you but you didn’t answer him so he walked around until he found you sleeping on the couch. He started to smile at the cute sight but he instantly froze when he realized it was his old Volleyball jersey you were wearing right there. How could he not have seen it earlier ? He was so exited and kinda happy to see how attached u were to his clothes especially this jersey. He walked up to you on his tiptoes and picked you up as gentle as possible so he wouldn’t wake you up and walked with you to the bed and cuddled u from behind as he kissed that little spot behind your ear.

“You are beautiful baby, i love u” oh my god pls i love him

>Kuroo<

When he arrived home he went straight to your shared room to surprise you because he finished work earlier than usual. He opened the door and wanted to greet you but what he saw let his mouth fall open. U were lying on your side, facing him, with his old red nekoma jersey and some fluffy socks they also belong to him but nvm He was literally about to drool over the whole floor but he didn’t give a f .He changed his clothes to something comfortable and walked back to the bed. After he climbed up the bed he laid down next to you ,also facing you. He watched you breathing and played with your hair. He even found himself touching your face and gently caressed your cheeks as he wandered down to softly flick your nose. He let out a small giggle and continued studying your face *dead*. When he reached your lips he gently touched them with his thumb and moved closer to you. He stopped when he was very close to your lips and whispered “I could watch you all day ,babygirl”

After that he placed a small kiss on your lips and wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you even closer. Hes definitely tryna kill us that mf

>Daichi<

The two of you were cooking food for the coming evening. Both of u loved it to cook together and even see the results and how the food turned out. After u ate you talked about the food and how good it turned out and what you two would cook next time. After both of you finished cleaning you told daichi that your just changing into something comfortable he nodded and told you he was waiting for you on the couch.

10 minutes later and you still didn’t return so he decided to look for you. He went to the room and saw your sleeping body laying on the edge of the bed so he walked to you and picked you up. He carried you to the center and laid you back. He grabbed a blanket and wanted to cover you with it to keep you warm but when he saw what you were wearing, he needed a moment cuz u look stunning gurl. You were lying there. Him on top of you. You in his jersey. He scanned your whole body from your head to your feet. Not once. Not twice. He really needed a moment.give him that moment girl stop being so attractive It’s not like it’s the first time he sees you in his clothes but u right now u just looked perfect in his eyes.actually you always do So he laid down next to you and pulled you close to him “we don’t need these covers, i will keep you warm”.im crying pls

>Ushijima<

When he came home he was so tired, he couldn’t wait until he would lay down with you in his arms, cuddling like theres no tomorrow. As he stepped in he called you by your name and took off his shoes to go to the living room to sit down and rest his legs, that where hurting as hell. Wenn he turned on the tv he was confused why you didn’t come and greet him cuz every time he came home you would jump on him and hug him very very tightly while wrapping your legs around him. He would carry you through the rooms and you would tell him about your day, but today none of that happened. He was confused. Maybe he did something wrong or... He decided to look for you so he called you again “ Y/n baby.. im Home..“, just to make sure he continued „it’s me Ushijima Wakatoshi-.. but i think you already know that sinc-„ the sight cut him off and gave him goosebumps all over his Body. He walked to your beautiful sleeping figure and sat next to you on the edge of the bed. He looked a your face for quite a while and took your hand only to placed it in his and that made you smile in your sleep.my heart ahhHhhhh. To make him smile is really really really hard but when it comes to you he is a small little cute softie.”No matter how much i look big and strong u always make me soft” he leaned down to give you a small kiss on your forehead and smiled again “You’re really dangerous you know that, mhmm?” SIR- i aHHhHhh

~ 💛

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Patrick Self-Para (ft Sunny) ;

Takes place at the Barnyard, Friday night, April 22, 2022.

When Patrick found out that one of his old friends and dance partners Marcie was in town, he jumped at the chance to hang out with her. He had spent all of last weekend with his family, for the spring festival, Olivia’s birthday and then of course, Easter. As much as he loved his family, he needed some time to be social outside of them and the people he only talked to at work. Marcie was only visiting for a couple days and had invited him to The Barnyard. It wouldn’t have Patrick’s first choice because a country bar was definitely not his scene, but it had been so long since they hung out that he didn’t care. Since he had known Marcie for years he knew that his sisters would have probably had fun if he invited them, but alcohol was out of the question for both of them right now for different reasons.

He didn’t get as glammed up as he normally would for a night on the town, with his dress coats or fun shirts, maybe a bit of glitter in his face if he was feeling daring, as he knew this wasn’t the right place for that. He decided to ‘dress down’ and ended up wearing his father’s old shirt which he had borrowed a few weeks ago from his mother’s house and ‘accidentally’ kept. It still had his smell and even though it wasn’t his style, flannel and jeans seemed fitting for tonight. Marcie showed up in a similar outfit, but included a cowboy hat which made him smile. A couple of their other former dance friends ended up meeting them there as the night progressed. Patrick usually tried to drink somewhat responsibly when he did, and limited himself so that he did not become fall-down-black-out drunk or make a complete fool of himself. He had watched his mother recover from alcoholism more than once and was now watching his older sister do the same so none of that was appealing to him. However, he did usually feel lighter and more confident if he had more than two. That night he went against his better judgement when Marcie ordered a few rounds of shots. He reasoned he was in good company. The bar wasn’t even that crowded and nothing bad could happen.

Drink after drink and dance after dance, Patrick began to feel like he could really enjoy himself for the first time in a very long time, without thinking about Darius or about work or his dad. But before long, they realized it was almost closing and all started to make plans to get home safely. Before they started to put on their jackets and make there way out, Patrick pulled Marcie onto the dance floor for one last dance. He couldn’t help but notice something in her demeanor had changed as she looked at someone across the room. “What’s wrong?” he asked her taking her hands and she let out a sigh. “I think a guy I use to date is here.” she explained. “He’s been stalking my instagram for years and probably saw the photos I posted earlier, so he knew I was here.” Patrick’s head turned to see a man who was definitely looking in their direction and getting strange vibes from him. If he was sober he might have done the reasonable thing and left with Marcie but the liquor in his system had him feeling more mischievous. “I got this, babe.” he twirled Marcie before pulling her back into his arms. She chuckled. “What are you doing Patrick?” she looked at him disapprovingly. “Making him insanely jealous.” he responded putting his hands on her waist. She put a hand on his chest and rolled her eyes. “Are you sure that’s going to work? You don’t have a straight bone in your body.” she pointed out, to which he laughed and pulled her closer to plant a kiss on her neck. “You forget that I was also an actor.” She smiled at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Alright. I just hope you know what you’re doing, cowboy.”

When the song ended, Marcie pulled him by his hand towards the exit. He draped an arm around her shoulder so that it would appear to anyone there that they intended on leaving together. He felt like he had accomplished his mission in getting some creep who couldn’t take no for an answer off of his friends back so that she could feel safe when they stepped outside, the rush of cold air touching their skin and the music winding down in their ears. Patrick was noticeably unsteady as he pulled out his phone to call for a cab. While he was distracted however, he was suddenly grabbed and thrown against the wall, undoubtedly by Marcie’s ex, but it took his brain a moment to process that only after he had struck Patrick several times in the face with his fist and threw him to the ground, where he proceeded to kick and punch him. It happened so fast he couldn’t react. The sounds around him became warped and seemingly distant as he tried to protect his head with his arms. “Get up and fight me, asshole!” he heard him shout followed by Marcie’s voice. He was badly hurt at this point but his instinct was to protect his friend. He lifted his head slightly, his vision blurred from the blood that had ran into his eyes, but he could make out her frame, grabbing the man’s shirt to pull him back. “Leave him alone, you fucking idiot!” There was more yelling and the sound of sirens as the man dropped to his knees and cried out in pain after she had kicked him in the crotch.

Even in his intoxicated state, he started to feel pain all over his body as he laid on the cold ground bleeding. He saw lights flashing red and blue that reminded him of his mom’s Christmas lights and then the next thing he knew people in uniforms were surrounding him. At first he thought they were cops, coming to arrest him but it became clear that they were there to help him when they started to ask him questions and roll him carefully onto a stretcher. He looked for Marcie as they loaded him into an ambulance but didn’t see her. A vaguely familiar and reassuring voice was speaking to him. Patrick felt like his was slipping in and out, trying to fight to stay awake. It still hadn’t really hit him what was happening until he touched his dad’s shirt and noticed it had been torn, the sleeve almost completely ripped off. It was just a small part of Malcolm, but it brought him comfort. He started to sob then as the same voice told him that he was going to be okay. “They ruined my dad’s shirt.” he cried out. “Oh. Well, I’m sure he’ll understand. Maybe you can get him a new one.” the confused voice answered. Patrick moved his eyes which had begun to swell but saw the a face he recognized. “Hey...you live upstairs from me.” he managed to say. The paramedic broke his professional demeanor for a moment and smiled.

“You’re right, I do. Small world. I’m Sunny. Bit of a rough night, huh, neighbor?” Patrick had only seen the young man in passing in the building he lived in and might have briefly spoke once or twice. “You’re a good man, Sunny.” he said in his incoherent state. It comforted him a little to see someone he knew even vaguely. Though truthfully the only person he wanted was his mother. When he was hurt or sick, it was as if he was five years old again, needing her comforting voice and touch. However, it occurred to him that if he was badly hurt, she wouldn’t be able to handle it. Not with everything else going on. He didn’t even want her to see him like this knowing how heart broken and stressed she would be. “Hey, Sunny? Can you do me a favor?” he asked. “Sure, man.” the other answered as he worked on checking Patrick’s vitals. “If I’m not awake when we get to the hospital...make sure they don’t call my mom.” he said staring at the man. “She can’t find me like this, it would destroy her.” He could tell by Sunny’s expression as he nodded that he was probably only trying to humor him to keep him calm. “Okay. Just try to relax. We’re almost there.” Patrick continued to fight the pounding in his head and the pain that burned throughout his body with each breath he took, until he couldn’t anymore. He lost consciousness at some point after the unloaded him and wheeled him through the halls, hoping that when he woke up this would all be a bad dream.

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limjaeseven · 3 years

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The Day (7/8)

VERSE 2: PART 7 OF 8

Pairing: Jinyoung X Jaebeom ft Seulgi of Red Velvet

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 2,217

Summary: Jaebeom is gone and Jinyoung is broken. But there's one last thing that the elder left for his best friend.

Warning(s): sad Jinyoung, mental breakdown, eulogy

[a/n]: I know this part is pretty late but it’s been sitting ready for a long time and has been up on my ao3 for a while but I hate posting stuff here cause it never shows up in tags :/

Jinyoung’s memories of his last few days were hazy at best. He only felt the reality of the situation sink in as he was on an airplane, flying home. He didn’t remember leaving the hospital, the only thing that was on his mind was the news report. Even though he didn’t understand a word of it, the picture of Jaebeom, face down on the road plagued him.

Jaebeom was gone. Jinyoung wished he could wake up from the horrible nightmare he was living through but regardless of how many times he pinched himself, Jaebeom was still not in the room next to his. He tried to tell himself it was just Jaebeom ignoring him again, but the sound of the elder’s mother crying was enough to tell him that it was real.

Jaebeom was dead. The funeral was held three days after he passed away, in a small cemetery close to their house. Jinyoung thought of the day they had come to bury Jaebeom’s cat in that very same place. Jaebeom had been devastated through it, Jinyoung sat there by him, letting him cry on his shoulder for hours as the evening turned to night.

Jinyoung had to physically drag Jaebeom home because the elder refused to leave. He was 21 at the time, still high off the success of Icarus. Jaebeom had loved her a lot and letting her go was one of the hardest things he had to ever do. Or so Jinyoung thought, blissfully ignorant of the sword of Damocles hanging over his head.

Jaebeom’s mother had been able to get him a spot right next to his cat, where the two had often joked they would lay to rest together when they were to die. There was still a spot empty next to Jaebeom but Jinyoung tried not to think about it. He was supposed to give Jaebeom’s eulogy but all he could do was cry. Jinyoung was never one to cry but seeing Jaebeom like that, knowing that it would be the last time he would ever see him, it burst the dam inside Jinyoung.

As he was beating himself up for not being able to say one word about Jaebeom to the people crowding around him despite the fact that he was Jaebeom’s best friend, a pat on his back pulled him out of his head. He turned around to see Seulgi standing there, a sombre smile on her face.

“He promised me to never tell you. I was the one who blocked your number, I was the reason you weren't able to get to Jaebeom. I hope you don’t hold it against him, he just wanted you to be happy, Jinyoung'' Despite Seulgi’s attempts to calm him down, her words just multiplied the guilt in his heart. Of course Jaebeom would never ignore him just like that, how could he have been such a fool? How could he have hurt Jaebeom so bad? Coward, Jinyoung thought as he looked at Jaebeom’s father trying to console his mother. He didn’t even have the courage to say a word about Jaebeom, a man that meant so much to him.

Jinyoung took deep breaths as he felt himself sink into his mind, it had been happening a lot since Jaebeom left. Jinyoung found recluse in a part of his mind aloof from the real world, he spent hours there, not thinking, not feeling. He didn’t know what else to do. Thinking about the days he cried about his hyung not being in the other room felt like a lifetime ago, because he knew Jaebeom was never coming back.

The memories of Jaebeom rushed to his mind, from the day they had first met to their time in school together, random moments from high school, scenes from Icarus and it was just too much. Just as they were about to leave, Jinyoung cleared his throat, looked at the ground where Jaebeom was resting and wiped his tears with the back of his hand.

“I met Lim Jaebeom when I was five,” Everyone looked up in shock at Jinyoung but the younger continued, just thinking of the elder, “He was the most grumpy, lazy, good for nothing, kind, caring, and talented people I had ever met in my life. We had our ups and downs, sure; there was a time we both thought our friendship was done, sure; but not once did he ever not be the rock in my life, the only person that kept me going when things were hard. He never told me about his illness because he knew it would hurt me. That was the man Jaebeom hyung was. He was selfless to a fault, and he took my rage because of it. There are a million things I want to apologise to you for, hyung, and a hundred times as many things for which I want to thank you. I couldn’t possibly ever truly be able to express everything that you were to me, but I can say this much; thank you for always being there for me, even when I was horrible to you. Thank you for loving me when I hated myself. Thank you for coming into my life and showing me a world that I never knew existed. Thank you for being you. I’m sorry I was never good enough, but I will try to live on, just for you, because that’s what you would have wanted. I love you, hyung, and I always will. Look after me from up in the sky if you can.”

Jinyoung hugged Jaebeom’s mother tightly as he helped her into the car, waving her and Jaebeom’s father off as they drove away. Jinyoung didn’t want to go back home, it reminded him too much of Jaebeom but he didn’t have much of a choice. He wanted to return Jaebeom’s possessions to his parents so he had to pack everything as soon as he could.

But that didn’t end well, because less than five minutes in, Jinyoung was curled up on the floor with Jaebeom’s leather duffle bag clutched against his chest, tears streaming down his face. The item still smelled like him, Jinyoung thought, picturing Jaebeom with the bag slung over his shoulder as they boarded the plane to Hokkaido.

It was too difficult to even be in a five meter radius of the room, let alone going through Jaebeom’s things. Just being in the same space that the elder was in not days before made Jinyoung’s eyes well with tears. He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t part with the things that showed that Jaebeom was a part of his life for so many years. Even though he would always be in Jinyoung’s heart, he had already seen what the room looks like when empty and he hated the mere thought of it.

It took a while for him to muster up enough courage to tell Jaebeom’s mom that he wouldn’t be able to return his things, but she immediately shut him down, telling him that she wanted him to have Jaebeom’s things. She knew how much they meant to Jinyoung and wanted him to keep them for as long as he wanted them.

Jinyoung took two weeks off work to put himself back together and spent the entirety of it in Jaebeom’s room. The place had become a sort of safe haven for Jinyoung, reminding him of Jaebeom enough for him to still imagine that the man was alive. He cleared up the mess in his room, folded and arranged all his clothes, dusted his shelves of records.

Just as Jinyoung was finishing up with Jaebeom’s closet, he noticed a box at the back of the shelf. Pulling it out, he realised it was the box for Jaebeom’s watch, and the tears were in his eyes before he could even process what he was doing. Placing the elder’s watch which Jaebeom’s mother had given to Jinyoung at the funeral in the box, he closed it shut and shoved into a corner, not wanting to look at it ever again. His own watch had mysteriously started counting the same second over and over again, the time same as that of Jaebeom’s death and burial; 1:31:23.

Looking through Jaebeom’s desk was probably the hardest task of all. The drawers were full of photos of the two of them at various points in their friendship, from the photo Jinyoung took of Jaebeom with his father’s camera when they were five to selfies they took with a disposable camera in Paris while Jinyoung was shooting a movie. Memories that Jinyoung knew he would never get to relive ever again. Jinyoung cried more than he probably had in his entire life in those two weeks.

Jaebeom’s computer was just as bad, full of more videos and photos of the two of them, including a couple of songs Jinyoung had never heard of. He thought they were by some indie artist Jaebeom listened to but after seeing the producing software and notebooks full of lyrics, he realised what they really were.

Listening to one was painful enough, Jaebeom’s deep voice reaching Jinyoung’s soul, talking about people he loved, about feelings he had, the hardships he faced. There were at least fifty songs that Jaebeom had written that Jinyoung had never known about, just one mildly familiar one which he realised was part of the score for Icarus. He had never questioned where the song came from, never realising it was part of Jaebeom’s craft.

After having gone through every bit of Jaebeom’s room, Jinyoung downloaded a copy of Jaebeom’s songs on his phone and grabbed just the watch box and Jaebeom’s duffle bag before stepping out of the room and locking the door behind him. He was still to go through said bag before he was just too scared to. It was the last thing that Jaebeom had on him before he left Jinyoung, the younger was just not willing to part with it.

He wanted Jaebeom’s parents to have something of his present, or at least recent past, other than the things they had for Jaebeom’s childhood. The watch and bag were his best bet at something symbolic enough that they didn’t resent him for keeping that part of Jaebeom away from them. The bag especially, Jinyoung remembered the smile on Jaebeom’s face when he’d received it from his dad.

Jaebeom had joined their school athletics team after Jinyoung had gotten selected for it, which Jinyoung realised was something he probably did for him knowing how bad running was for his condition. He unfortunately only had a tattered, old bag he carried to school for his shoes and uniform, while all the other members had owned fancy bags from big brands and they had often made fun of the boy for it. Even though he never told his father anything about the incidents, he received the bag for his birthday and it was one of Jaebeom’s favourite possessions ever since.

So the bag for his dad and the watch for his mom, Jinyoung thought, standing at the edge of the pathway at the edge of the road that led to their house. Before he got too far in though, curiosity took over Jinyoung and the strong urge to look inside the bag latched onto him.

Sitting down there, on the gravel on the pathway to Jaebeom’s parents’ house, Jinyoung zipped open the bag to find a few pairs of clothes, a small notebook and an mp3 player with a pair of headphones. Flipping over to the first page of the book, Jinyoung saw the familiar scribble of Jaebeom’s handwriting. But instead of it being a normal diary entry, it was a list of instructions, addressed directly to Jinyoung.

With shaking hands, Jinyoung followed what was said, and before he knew it, he was having a full mental breakdown, crying his eyes out and scratching at his own face as he read, and heard, what Jaebeom had to say to him. He couldn’t hate the elder he realised, he knew that well, but he did have hatred in his heart, towards himself. Knowing that he’s the reason Jaebeom lost so many precious moments of his life, he’s the reason the elder suffered, it was enough to make Jinyoung lose his mind entirely. He saw the watch box next to him and it tipped him over the edge, Jinyoung used his hands to dig up the mud around him and bury it in the ground, never wanting to look at it ever again.

The next thing Jinyoung knew, he was being shaken awake by a woman he’d never seen before. She kept calling him by his name but he didn’t know how she knew that. He looked around himself and he had no idea where he was. He just had a soft song playing in his ears, a deep voice singing about losing himself, and Jinyoung liked that voice. He wanted to listen to that song live someday. The woman kept trying to pull him out of his world but he didn’t know her. He realised he didn’t know where his own home was, who his parents were, he just knew his name and a ghost of a name that he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

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adventuresinwonderlust · 4 years

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Title: “Lesson learned.” part 2 to

Pairing: dom! Yoongi x sub! brat! Reader ft. Jin

Warnings: smut, fluff if you squint (really hard, like really hard), established relationship, semi- public sex, fire play, oral (m) receiving, rough sex, spanking, orgasm denial (f), degradation speak, slight aftercare, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks)

Rating: 18 and over

You can hardly take it any longer. You swayed your hips side to side to the music playing and could barely maintain any semblance of humanity as the handsome stranger in the club gripped your hips tightly and proceeded to grind his growing erection against your backside. Tomorrow would officially be three weeks since your enforced punishment and you were bursting at the seams with lust and need. You feel your dance partner nibble on your neck and your body seizes in response. “No,” you shove him off of you, heading back to the VIP area. “Girl! That guy is hot! You need to take him home.” Your best friend goaded you as you drink back a shot of vodka. You shrug in response pouring yourself another shot. “Okay, spill it. You have been a moody bitch since that fucking party forever ago. What’s got your panties in a bunch?” She waits for your response.

“Not what, who?” You kill another drink. “Please don’t tell me that we are talking about that fuck boy Min Yoongi?” She spits. You smirk, taking a deep breath while biting your inner cheek. “He's not a fuck boy.” You manage to say, feeling the painful ache of your lesson between your thighs. She practically cackles. “let’s examine the evidence shall we,” she yanks out her phone, “I heard he fucked Lisa two weeks ago.” She shows you picture of Yoongi and Lisa together on Lisa's Instagram and your stomach turns. She pulls her phone away and begins to click and scroll some more. “Then I heard he fucked Jess just last week.” She shows you a different photo now of Yoongi with Jess and your blood boils. How dare he get his rocks off while you wait around yearning for release?

“So, in my eyes and everyone else around you, he’s a fuck boy. I will say what I always say. Get over him girl.” She throws back a shot now, seemingly pleased with herself. “I have to go.” You tell her now, ordering an Uber, and grabbing your purse. She rolls her eyes but asks if you want her to go with you. You tell her to stay and go out to meet your driver. You are seething in the back of the car, trying your best to keep calm, playing Yoongi's words over and over again in your head. “You’re always so good for me baby. Are you gonna keep being a good girl?” You growl a little at the thought, catching the driver glancing at you from the rear-view mirror.

You type and delete 7 different messages. “Is this it?” The driver grunts. You look up from your phone. “Yes, thank you.” “Be safe, pretty girl like you, shouldn't be alone this late.” You exit the vehicle and make your way up the side alley and around the enclosed house and up a set of stairs. Be brave, you whisper continuously to yourself. You stare at the black front door marked 33 and begin to slam your fist on it over and over until you feel it may bruise. It yanks open suddenly and before you stands, “Jin, hi, is Yoongi here?” He smirks at you. “The real question is, why are you here?” You sense movement inside and can hear music as your adrenaline slows and your surroundings come into play. “Are you guys having a party?” He gives you the old up and down and shakes his head. “Why don’t you come in and find out?” You swallow hard and enter the house.

The house is full of people and you immediately regret your decision to pop up. “No turning back now little birdie,” Jin whispers in your ear, “I think I saw him head to that master bedroom with some female. Perhaps you should go check.” You turn to look at Jin and nod. “I think I will. You think I’m afraid of your brother. He doesn’t own me.” Jin laughs and leans in close to whisper in your ear. “No, he doesn’t own you, just your cunt I imagine.” You shove him hard and head to the back room feeling your face flush. You shove the unlocked door open to find Yoongi sitting up in bed opening and closing a Zippo lighter as a random girl dances seductively for him in her underwear. He stares at her unimpressed but seems to light up at your presence. You are fuming, so much so that you grab her clothes from the ground and toss them at the shocked girl. “Get the fuck out.” You shout at her. She looks at Yoongi who nods for her to leave. She sucks her teeth and flips him the bird as she exits.

The room fills with tension as you and Yoongi stare at each other, neither saying a word. The only sound in the room is your labored breath as your chest rises and falls with your anger and the sound of Yoongi's lighter. “You’re an asshole.” You spew. A smirk slowly spreads across his face. “You forget your place, whore.” He mumbles, slamming the lighter shut and rising to his feet. You go to speak but Yoongi grabs you across the mouth with his hand. You moan at his tight grip as his shoves you down to your knees. “You show up here, uninvited, in an outfit fit for a whore. You kicked out my guest and call me out of my name. What ever should I do with my disobedient little cock whore?” He releases his grip from your mouth. “Speak whore.” He commands. “Punish me.” You whisper so softly, its barely audible. Yoongi takes you by your hair and yanks back hard causing you to cry out. Your swollen pussy soaking itself with need. “Punish me, please, I need release.” You beg.

Yoongi pouts at you and begins running his hand from your hair down your cheek. He kisses you softly before standing upright. “Take your dress off.” He says. You stand quickly, removing the tight fabric from your body. Yoongi walks to his closet and returns with a small duffle bag that he places on the hard wood floor. “Time to see just how good my whore has been.” “I’ve been so good for you sir.” You moan, resisting the urge to reach out for him. He tilts his head, “Who gave you permission to speak?” You swallow hard as he begins to remove his belt. You turn now and lie flat on your stomach on the bed. “So good, so eager.” Yoongi praises and you a soft mewl escapes your lips as your cunt throbs in need. “On your back, let me see that gorgeous cunt.” Yoongi states. You flip over eagerly and spread your legs for him. He moans at the sight. “Already soaked and fuck how swollen she is.” He walks over to you now. You bite your lip and shift your cunt closer to him. He looks down at your dripping sex, sucking in a deep breath before slapping it hard, eliciting a loud animalistic cry from you. You arch your back as he gazes upon you with lust in his eyes. “You’re such a sexy little whore. Are you gonna be a good girl for me? I have the best surprise for you tonight.” You nod excited as he lands another open-handed slap on your pussy before sliding two finger inside you. “Yoongi, fuck, God.” Your toes curl as he rubs your g spot and your orgasm quickly begins to build. “Please, I need this so bad.” You plead with him. He growls at your remarks adding his thumb to your clit to continue his assault on your pussy. “Your pussy feels so good, so tight around my fingers baby.” He pants, hungrily fucking you. “Is my pussy better than Lisa or Jess?” You ask as you feel that familiar coil tightens and you clench down around Yoongi's long fingers. Your head drops back as you feel your walls shake. “Yes, don’t stop.” You cry but to no avail as Yoongi yanks his fingers from you just as your high begins to hasten.

You cry out in despair, covering your mouth with your hand. As you go to sit up and protest, Yoongi enters you with his massive cock, stretching you wide. You wrap your arms around his neck as he grabs you by the waist and begins to glide you back and forth with ease along his cock. You feel your climax rising slowly from the pit of your stomach one again as you nuzzle close to Yoongi’s neck. “You’re so fucking tight, is my cock slut ready to cum already?” Yoongi moans into your ear. You try your best to stifle your moans but your so close to sweet release you can barely contain yourself. You begin rocking your hips so hard into Yoongi's cock he’s fearing his own climax rising. “Fuck.” You whisper as your coil snaps. Yoongi feels your walls clench and tosses you back on the bed before you can cum. You cry out in frustration as Yoongi licks his lips watching you squirm. “You fuck.” You growl. “Let that be a lesson to never mention any other women to me again.” He smirks. He looks over to the duffle bag.

“On the floor, now.” You barely manage to get there, as your legs feel like putty but you decide not to give push back. Only this man has that much power. Only he commands you, only he can have you do the things you do. So, you lie back on the cool hardwood floor like a good girl. Like his good girl. He kneels beside you and opens his duffle bag. “Do you trust me?” He asks. “Yes.” You respond without a second though. He leans down and kisses you gently. He takes out a bottle of ethanol, a rag, a blanket, some balm, and his zippo. Your body shivers at the sight of these items. “You know what to say if it’s all too much?” You nod. “Say it.” “Yellow, sir.” You respond. “Arms up and keep them there. Bend your legs. No moving, no matter how much you want to.” He instructs as he sits on your feet. You nod again. You watch Yoongi as he wets the rag in the ethanol and glides it across your belly, the cold path causing your skin to goose. He immediately snaps open his Zippo and ignites the ethanol. You gasp at the sight, feeling the warmth from the flame cause your pussy to soak down to the floor while Yoongi quickly snuffs it out with his free hand.

You release a breath you didn’t know you had in you as Yoongi begins to glide the wet rag across your body again. You moan as your core tightens with the ignition and snuffing of the flames. Yoongi repeats this pattern three more times and you cannot control how your adrenaline builds and your juices flow or the way your cunt tenses. All you know is you’ve never experienced such pleasure in your life as Yoongi sets the ethanol on your belly ablaze one final time and snuffs it out, feeling your whole body shake as your coil shatters cumming so violently you scream Yoongi’s name into the room.

Your body continues to shake as small tremors pulse through your body. Yoongi takes you into his arms and begins to caress your back and pepper your face with kisses. “Happy birthday baby.” He whispers. You moan softly before straddling his waist and lining his cock up with your entrance. He moans as you take him fully. You need more of him and now. “My greedy little whore. You gonna swallow up all my cum like a good girl?” “Yes, sir.” You grunt riding him wildly, digging your nails into his back. He licks his lips as he takes you by the thighs slamming you up and down on his cock. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He warns. You ride him faster and faster. “Now baby. Fuck.” You jump off of him and quickly take him into your mouth swallowing down his cock to the root as he shoots his seed into your throat. He cries out as your Bob up and down on his now sensitive member. Finally coming up for air, he pulls you close to him again. “Such a good girl for me. Has my sweet girl learned her lesson?” “Yes, sir, Lesson learned.” You whisper, resting your head against his chest.

#bts smut #suga x you #yoongi smut

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myhauntedsalem · 3 years

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Children’s Encounters with the Unknown

Are Children more attuned to the supernatural?

Many researchers suspect that children, from the youngest ages and into early teens, are more likely to experience paranormal phenomena because they have not yet developed the prejudices that many adults have against such far-out, “unscientific” ideas. Perhaps they have not yet created their own filters for feelings and experiences that most of society consider irrational or abnormal. Or it could be that young brains or minds are, for whatever reason, physically more receptive to such phenomena as ghosts, near-death experiences, past-life recall and premonitions.

Whatever the reason, here are several true stories from readers that seem to confirm that children can be extraordinarily tuned in to the strange and the unexplained:

THE MYSTERY MAN

Years ago while in my teens, my mom took me with her to pick up one of her elderly friends to give her a ride to our church. We weren’t going that night, but my mom was always helpful to the senior citizens at our church. When we got to my mom’s friend’s house, mom asked me to go to the door to tell her that we were outside waiting on her.

I rang the doorbell and the elderly lady opened the door, said “hello” and left me standing in the doorway for a few minutes while she finished getting ready. The couch in the elderly lady’s living room was partially shielded by the door, but I could see a man sitting on her couch in front of her TV, which was turned on.

He never moved or spoke to me as I stood there. I was very shy and didn’t attempt to speak to him either. I distinctly remember he had on a white shirt, black pinstriped pants, black nylon socks and shiny black shoes. His hands rested on his knees. I remember that his hand was wrinkled and appeared to be that of an elderly, very dark, African-American man, but I was positioned in a way that I could not see his face.

After a few minutes, the elderly lady grabbed her coat and walked out the door locking it behind her. She left the man sitting on her couch watching television, but she hadn’t said anything to him when she left. I thought that it was rather strange, but said nothing about it to her.

After we dropped the elderly lady off at church, I said, “Mom, Mrs. McClain left a man in her house, but she didn’t say bye to him when we left.” I also told her that he was sitting on her couch in front of the TV. She asked me what he looked like because Mrs. McClain’s landlord came to visit her from time to time. I described what I saw to my mom, but told her that I didn’t see his face. My mom said that the description that I gave did not match that of her landlord, because he was a very pale-skinned man.

My mom was very concerned, so she called Mrs. McClain at church and, in order not to alarm her, asked, “Did you have some company? My daughter said that you left your TV on.” Mrs. McClain told mom she didn’t have any company that day and that she leaves her TV on whenever she goes out because she wants people to think that someone is home, so that no one will break in.

Hearing this really frightened my mom, and I guess the elderly lady could hear the fright in my mom’s voice and she started screaming out, asking my Mom, “What did your daughter see?

Please tell me, what did your daughter see? You are scaring me. I can’t go back there. What did she see?” I remember my mom having to talk to her for quite awhile to calm her down. My mom finally convinced her that we were just wondering why she had left the television on.

When my mom finally got off of the phone, we were both very shaken. I was crying and extremely afraid that I would see this man again because at this point we knew it had to be a ghost. I kept repeating, “I am so glad that I didn’t try to see his face.” My mom comforted me by saying that it was probably Mrs. McClain’s husband, who had passed away, watching out for her because she was all alone. I never saw the man again and we never told Mrs. McClain what I had really seen that evening in her house. — H. Holmes

WHAT DID BABY BROTHER SEE?

When my little brother was a baby, maybe nine months old, we lived with my grandma. My grandpa had just died. My mom was sitting in the living room around midnight trying to get my brother to sleep, but he wouldn’t stop crying. Suddenly, out of nowhere he stopped crying, sat straight up and said, “Hi, grandpa.” There was no one else in the room at all. The weird thing is, he said those words so clearly, and he had never spoken before, not even to say “mom”! — Beth B.

ANDY PANDY COMES TO PLAY

Many of your UK readers between the ages of 45 and 55 will probably remember a TV show called Watch with Mother. The show was on the BBC in the 1950s and featured a string puppet named “Andy Pandy”, and he had a sidekick named “Loopy Lou or Looby Lou”.

One day my brother and sister where playing upstairs in our front bedroom. This room was about 12 ft. x 12 ft. and had a cupboard in the corner, which was directly over the stairs. My sister and brother, both now in their late 40s, swear to this day that Andy Pandy came out of that cupboard in the corner and spent the next hour playing with them both. This Andy Pandy, however, was about four feet high and had no strings attached. I have questioned both of them over the years and still their story remains the same. – Mike C.

SHADOW PEOPLE ENCOUNTERS

When I was seven years old, one weekend I planned to stay up late downstairs playing video games and then sleep on the pull-out bed. I was preparing to go to bed when, for some reason, I got the impression that something was watching me. I got scared enough to run back upstairs, and while I was running, I could see very short (no larger than two feet tall) and squat figures darting after me. They were very indistinct in features, and appeared as nothing more than inky-black silhouettes.

Also, when my aunt was young, she was sleeping over at a friend’s house at the end of the street when she said that a “shadow man” appeared at the foot of the bed and began to call out her friend’s name. She screamed and said that it disappeared into the floor.

ACCIDENT PREMONITION

My mother’s family (parents and siblings) lived in Binghamton, New York. My dad was in the Navy and my parents, my sister and I lived in Patuxent River, Maryland. I was six years old at the time. Even though we lived in Maryland, I knew most of my mother’s family because we would visit them quite often in Binghamton, and during the summer they all came to visit us. At the time, my cousin, Marylou, who lived in Binghamton, was 11 years old.

I got home from school one day and asked my mother why Marylou was crying. She didn’t understand what I was talking about.

I told her that I heard her crying. She was quite puzzled by my statement and had no explanation. Within a few hours, the phone rang. It was my grandmother calling to say that my cousin had been hit by a car walking home from school — about the same time I told my mother I could hear her crying. I have had a few other premonitions, but this is the one I remember most. — Nancy T.

CHANTING MEN IN WHITE

I was 13 and it was quite some time after my little brother had passed away. I had wanted to be with him because I thought it would be better with him than at home. One night I was sleeping in my bed and I had felt this warm sensation. I saw this large hand come on my legs. It was so warm I had to wake up. To my surprise, there were some men standing around my bed, which was up against the wall. They were dressed in white and chanting in some language I never heard. One looked at me and then they all did and stopped chanting. Then, all in a single file, they walked out of the room.

I crawled to the end of my bed and peeked out the door to the living room. There we had a dim light on. They were gone. I was a little scared and crawled under the covers and started to pray. Then my other brother asked me if I was awake. I said yes. He asked me to come to his room. I said, “No way. You come.” But I did manage to get to his room, just to find out that my brother had gone through the exact same thing as I did. We were both scared. — Ruby

THE IMAGINARY FRIEND

When my cousin was little, she would always say that she was visited by “a friend.” My family thought this was an imaginary friend.

One day while looking through a photo album, my cousin saw a picture of her grandfather who had died only a few years before she was born. She had never seen this picture before. She said that the man in the picture (her grandfather) was the friend who visited her regularly. This is interesting because my grandfather adored his grandchildren, and I could envision him wanting to meet the one who was born after he died. — Dennis and Heather S.

SHIRLEY SAVES HER BROTHER

My mom told me this story, and she still cries when she tells it. It has never been explained. My sister, Shirley (the firstborn), died of Down Syndrome at the age of two in 1961. She had holes in her heart. Almost two years later, my mother had a baby boy, my brother, Steven.

One day in 1962, my mom was up in the attic doing some work, and my dad was in the basement in his workshop.

Steven (age one) was supposedly napping in a playpen in the den. My mom heard, clear as day, Shirley’s voice saying, “Dadda! Dadda!” … and it was as though she were right there next to her in the attic. Clear as day. My dad heard the SAME THING down in his workshop. “Dadda! Dadda!” They both say it was distinctly Shirley’s voice — loud and clear.

Dad ran up to tell mom; mom ran to tell dad. They both ran into the den, and there was baby Steven with plastic dry cleaner’s sheeting that he had reached for on the couch — and he was suffocating! Mom and dad both told us later on that it could not have been Steven calling them; he called my dad, “daddy” not “dadda,” and it was not his voice. They are convinced to this day that it was Shirley warning them that her brother was suffocating. — Donna B.

#Children’s Encounters with the Unknown #shared stories #paranormal #ghost and hauntings #ghost and spirits

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starkerforlife6969 · 5 years

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Starker - Single Dad Tony ft Peter saving Morgan

Tony doesn’t see the car coming.

There are a number of reasons he doesn’t. He’s preoccupied, wondering where Happy’s parked to pick them up, trying to squint past the sun- hand shielding his eyes as he gazes up across the line of parked cars. His attention is split between his daughter: skipping and singing at his side, and wondering if he’s put enough suncream on her because goddamn it is hot today.

He’s irritated that he can’t find Happy, he’s irritated that Morgan has asked him three times already if he likes her song, but he can’t hear her over the roar of people talking, and the rush of the crowd and the distant honking of horns and-

He doesn’t see it when the car comes, too fast, round the corner.

He doesn’t see it when Morgan huffs away from his side, content to skip across the street.

He only sees it when he can’t do anything.

His body moves- jerks- heart pounding out of his chest, a scream dead in his throat-

Morgan screams. He hears it. It’s all he hears, played on a loop. His daughter, his little girl- five years old- screaming.

Everyone stops- the car crashes to a stop- there’s a thud and a body on the floor.

When everything comes back into focus: sight and sound and the thudding of his heart, Tony races across the tarmac because he’s half-hoping what he thinks he saw is what happened.

People are gathering, murmuring, coming nearer, but he pays no mind to any of them- only jumping over the car’s battered headlight to see his little girl, cradled in the arms of a stranger.

The young man is- Tony’s heart seizes- he’s young. Maybe a college student. His arms cradled protectively around Morgan, and she’s crying, but she’s okay- she’s okay- and he’s on the floor, blood trickling from somewhere in his hair, and gaze unfocused. There’s a bruise already forming near his eye.

“Oh god,” Tony chokes out, falling to his knees, and Morgan cries and reaches for him.

“S’okay,” the boy slurs, helping Morgan towards her dad, “I got you,” he whispers.

Tony’s crying and the crowd are taking photos- but when Happy arrives, Tony holds his little girl and orders them to take the boy back to his private medical wing.

*** A few hours later, Tony knows everything there is to know about Peter Benjamin Parker.

He’s also talked to Morgan about running into roads, apologised for not being more focused, and fed her some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. She seems fairly unscathed by the whole thing, as resilient as children are, but she sits on the counter as Tony swipes through his holographic SI database and finds everything he can on the boy. She’s unscathed, but Tony’s still shaking a little. He’s desperate to focus on something else, like the boy, and he’s fairly sure he’s going to be a helicopter parent for a few weeks.

Peter Parker: Born and raised in Queens, attending NYU on an art course. He’s twenty-two, despite looking younger, and he volunteers at an animal shelter on the weekends.

“He’s a hero!” Morgan exclaims delightedly, licking jelly off her lips.

Tony nods, ruffling her hair. He’s watched the video enough times already. It always makes his heart jump. The boy looks up from his phone just in time- sees Morgan in the road, and doesn’t seem to think about it. He just runs, grabs her, and the car nicks him hard before swerving into a hydrant.

Tony owes him his life.

“Are we gunna make him a pb and j to say thank you?” Morgan asks sweetly, and Tony brushes her hair behind her ears as she gazes up at him.

“Oh, we’re gonna do a little more than that, kiddo,” he grins, kissing her head, before looking back at the hologram. He’s already payed off the rest of the boy’s tuition and accommodation fees, made an anonymous donation to the animal shelter, and hacked the boy’s resumé to add a number of years as an SI intern. He should have no problem getting a job to do anything now.

“Tony,” Bruce murmurs softly, walking into the kitchen and smiling at Morgan. He looks almost as shaken as Tony at the close shave. “He’s starting to wake up. Mild concussion, bruised rib, swelling here and there, but he should be okay. Strong, kid,”

*** Even a little battered, Peter Parker is a handsome young man.

Tony tries not to think it, but then, what the hell, he can’t help something like that. And maybe it’s a bit wrong to find the college student in bandages attractive, but sue him.

Peter has fluffy curls and a sharp jaw and pink lips and-

“Oh- ow.” The boy hisses, brows furrowing, and he blinks slowly, long lashes parting to reveal lovey whiskey eyes. He looks around, seems confused, and Tony waves at him.

Peter’s eyes go comically wide.

“Oh my god,” he whispers, sounding like he’s about to hyperventilate. “Are you Tony Stark? Oh my god, you’re Tony Stark- Mr Stark- I’m a huge fan-“

His pulse rate starts to spike and Tony’s heart has had enough worry for today, so he comes forward and places a reassuring hand on Peter’s chest. He breathes with him and offers him some water. “Take it easy, Peter. It’s okay. You saved my daughter’s life today. I’ve called your Aunt, it’s all good. Relax.”

Peter gulps down the water too quickly. It dribbles down his chin and makes it slick and shiny and Tony’s mind is in the gutter. “Your daughter?” Peter frowns, piecing it together, “That girl was- oh god, is she okay? That car came out of nowhere!”

“She’s fine,” Tony murmurs, warmth curling in his chest. “You’re a regular superhero, aren’t you? Saving kids, volunteering with animals- working two jobs to pay off your tuition fees- which, you don’t have to worry about anymore. All taken care of.”

Peter goes slack-jawed. “Taken care of…”

“Least I could do, really.” Tony shrugs, secretly pleased that Peter looks so awe-struck. “Had a dip into your Aunt’s finances- you’ll have to forgive my snooping. A few years worth of rent paid in advance sound good to you?”

Peter-

faints.

*** When Tony comes home on Wednesday afternoon, it’s to see Peter, with Morgan on his lap, perched in front of an easel. They’re both a little smeared with paint, and Tony smiles at the sight of them.

“Daddy!” Morgan screeches, launching off Peter towards her dad. Tony lifts her up, and Peter looks up, a shyer smile; but no less pleased. “We painted you!”

Tony lifts his eyebrows in surprise. “You did?”

Peter goes a lovely pink. “Morgan’s got a really good eye for art, Mr S- Tony.” And he spins the easel.

The painting is enough to make Tony’s jaw drop. It’s him- in hyper-realistic detail- crouched over DUM-E and tinkering with him. It’s clear it was essentially all Peter’s doing, but there are a few smudges of charming colour here and there, that are all Morgan.

It’s hard to ignore the way each line of his face has been lovingly rendered; the attention given to his eyes and lips and muscles-

He smiles at Peter, and licks his lips, and Peter flushes.

** Later that night, when Morgan’s asleep, Tony hands Peter a few hundred dollars. Peter pushes it back across the counter.

“Honestly, Tony, no. Babysitting Morgan isn’t a job, I love doing it. And with all the money I’m saving from not having to pay tuition- really, I’m fine. Besides,” Peter grins a little, “getting paid hundreds of dollars for a few hours of babysitting looks very suspicious.”

Tony leans against the counter, and admires how the New York skyline frames Peter’s body. At the smudges of paint along Peter’s arms. “Is that so?” He drawls, voice low. It’s late, and Peter’s been unofficially babysitting for a few months now. They’ve been dancing around each other, but now Peter has nothing to show for the accident bar a little scratch on his arm.

The painting is still in the living room, and Tony thinks about it, as he reaches forward, takes Peter’s elbow and gently pulls them together.

Peter surprises him- surging up onto his tiptoes- and kissing Tony, very gently, on the lips.

Tony closes his eyes, resting their foreheads together and sighing in contentment. “You’ll never stop surprising me, my little artist,” he breathes, and he feels Peter wrap his arms around him and sigh happily.

“Finally!” Morgan exclaims from the hallway, and Tony and Peter jump apart in surprise to see her standing there, hands on her hips and looking very smug indeed. “Slowpokes! I want hot chocolate!”

Tony and Peter look at each other Peter bursts into a fit of giggles. Tony joins him, fond and exasperated, and he watches as Peter scoops Morgan into his arms, as he turns on the kettle. “Gourmet hot chocolate coming up,” he promises, setting out three mugs.

Tony looks at the mugs. The three of them, sitting there on the polished counter, waiting to be filled with hot chocolate and marshmallows and he feels-

whole.

#starker #peter x tony #single dad tony #single father tony stark #age difference #meet cute #fluff #mild angst #happy ending #pining tony stark #famous tony stark #rich tony stark #college student peter #hero peter parker #precious peter parker #morgan is adorable #tony stark has a heart #and we all know it

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Summer Research

Part 7 of Creatures That Defy Logic

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Jess is mapping and navigating the reefs on the coasts. John is navigating how to be a better father.

Contains a direct homage one of the most intense scenes in Moonlight (2016)

cw: homophobia, homophobic slurs, bullying, minor violence

Salty spray kicked up against the rocks, splashing with the breaking waves in the warm June sunlight. It was only late morning, but Jess had already been out at the coast for several hours.

Ever since getting past his fear of swimming (mostly), he'd realized his exploration and study of the local reefs and waters had entirely new unlocked potential. He couldn't properly dive yet - scuba was expensive and dangerous, nevermind he was probably too young - but there was plenty you could see with a snorkel in the clear shallow waters around Mahone Bay.

Jess had spent much of the last few weeks working on one stretch of coastline, on the opposite end of the harbor from where the Griffins lived. It was only a half hour bike ride from the marina, but far enough that there was rarely any significant boat activity.

From his searches at the library, Jess knew that there were very generalized maps of the offshore waters nearby - mostly just marking depths for the benefit of fishing and boating, the better to not get run aground.

However, no one had ever mapped the different micro-ecosystems, the biological landscape of the waters. Jess had decided to make this his ongoing personal research project for the summer.

Days started early, just after sunrise - temperature checks of the water and air, confirming locations with latitude and longitude. Surveys of the tide pools, updated with proper location data: tracking all species identified, recording numbers.

Once the sun was up, he'd swim out to the shallows. There were plenty of rock reefs, kelp forests, and flats within comfortable swimming range of the beach - California didn't have a lot in the ways of coral, on account of the cold open ocean currents, but what species it did have were in the southern part of the state, right where Mahone was situated on the coast. Jess had marked out 50 ft lengths of beach into specific zones, then gridded out 50 ft from the shore, 100, 150, 200 - he didn't swim out much past 200. Every day he'd pick a zone, head out with waterproof clipboard, spend the morning swimming down and resurfacing, noting everything he saw.

The rest of the afternoon he'd spend going over field guides from the library, trying to match up his observations with species he could name and identify. He'd fill it in on his data grid, another little patch of ocean, a little bit more closely explored.

This was not a terribly efficient system of research.

Still, it certainly was good practice field work, good exercise, and a good way for Jess to throw himself at his passions and not think too hard about people for a while.

That was the best part of the work - Jess didn't get lonely doing it. Marine biology had always been his main interest, but he'd spent 13 years unable to go past the tide pools for any in-person field observations. There was SO much lost time to make up.

Jess was dutiful with keeping records of his research, carefully sorted in folders in his room, labeled spiral notebooks, Xeroxed maps from the library, hand-drawn data tables and grids. His dad had asked after the first week or so if he was doing some kind of summer extra credit project, a bit surprised at how much literature Jess seemed to be producing.

Of course, he wasn't - Jess did all this on his own, like any responsible aspiring scientist. The work was its own reward.

John had kept his distance the first few weeks of the summer - Jess could tell how sorry he was for what happened. In his own way, Jess had tried to show that he'd forgiven him the last day or two - they'd never been particularly talkative, but at least Jess stopped purposefully not talking to him. He wasn't sure if his dad had picked up on that yet.

Jess thought of that as he was putting his charts and books into his bag. It was still the early in the day, but he'd decided to cut field work short today in favor of heading to the library. He had stayed out on the shore a bit to dry in the air before pedaling home. Jess usually swam with a long sleeve swim shirt, mostly to prevent sunburn and maintain body heat in the early morning water, but it meant not drying out quite as quickly. He'd have to change before going to the library.

The ride back to the marina felt a little longer than usual from the sun and heat beating down - Jess didn't normally make the trip in the middle of the day. Veering off the smooth road onto the crushed gravel of the marina, he quickly rolled to a stop under the overhang just outside the shed door next to the workshop, into the shade, before hurrying up the metal steps along the side of the building to the apartment.

The space wasn't large - really just one area for a living room/kitchen, two bedrooms, and one small bathroom at the end of the hall. The walls of the living room were mostly for maps, fishing photographs, an odd nautical salvaged antique here or there. There was a little mantle, more of a shelf (given that there was no fireplace) along the wall, with a small row of photos in frames.

Jess's school photos from the last few years. A picture of John's parents in front of the marina when it just was one workshop and shack. A photo of Jess's mother and father on their wedding day at the far end.

Jess hadn't ever known his mom - Evy, as his dad would refer to her when reminiscing. She had passed away before he was 2 year years old. In a way, it also meant he didn't really miss her either - like it or not, he'd only ever known life with just John.

He walked quickly down the hall to his room, changed into dry clothes, hung his swim shirt and towel out the sill of the small window overlooking the boat yard to dry in the sun. Carefully took the books out of his bag, swapped out the ones from his desk due back at the library, catalogued his notes. The whole process took only 15 minutes or so, and he was headed back down the outside steps to his bike.

"Where you headed, Jess?"

Even growing up with him had never quite gotten rid of the surprise when John would speak unexpectedly from his small dark study in the shed, surrounded by all his nets, salvaging gear, mermaid memorabilia. Jess jumped a bit at the sound.

"Oh uh, just going to the library, switch out some books."

"Do you, uh, want a ride? I was going to drive into town this afternoo-"

"No Dad, it's OK. I'll just go on my own."

Jess strapped on his helmet, grabbed the handlebars, starting walking his bike toward the road, out into the sun, leaving his father in the shade.

"Jess, can we tal-"

"I don't really want to talk about it. I know. I know you didn't mean any harm. I forgive you for that, or whatever. I don't want to have to go over it again."

Jess never really spoke back to his father like that. He paused, nervous, realizing how gruff he might have sounded.

John didn't really move or say anything for a second. Jess wondered if he might actually get mad at him right then.

He didn't. John breathed in and out heavily, eyes fixed on the floor, then looked up at his son.

"Thank you Jess. Thank you for forgiving me."

Immediately awkward but not wanting to ruin the moment, Jess shakily nodded and half-smiled. "You're welcome."

"You sure you don't want a ride into town?"

"No Dad, I'm fine."

He pushed himself onto the bike, kicked off the gravel, and pedaled out of the marina.

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"Back again Mr. Wheatley?"

The lady behind the front desk at Mahone Bay's small library had a pretty good memory for faces as it was, and Jess had been coming by at least once a week for the last couple years.

"Yes Ms. Mullins, just returning some books." Jess put the small stack on the counter, helpfully handing her each one to sign it back in, then stamping his library card. The library had just gotten a computer last year, but most of the checkout systems were done on paper, especially for reference texts and maps.

"So what are you studying these days? Still mapping the reefs on the south shore?"

"Yup! Plenty more beach still to go, and that's just documenting what I can see this time of year!"

By now Ms. Mullins looked forward to Jess's visits; he was always so polite, so eager to talk about what he was studying. It was a nice break from most of the teen boys one might encounter as a front desk library lady.

The door slid open behind them, another patron coming into the cool lobby out of the hot sun. A gust of the summer heat followed whoever it was through the door.

"Jess?"

Well, that wasn't a voice he normally heard this time of year.

"Mrs. Nelson?" There was a special weirdness in running into a teacher outside of school, and doubly so in the summer - almost like they were regular humans or something.

"How's your summer going? Did I hear you're doing research again?"

"I am! Continuing some of the topography studies Cody and I started on our project, but now I'm documenting up to 200 ft away from the coast, and moving it to the south side of the harbor! I've been charting all the coral and plants on the reefs, the temperatures, composition of the rocks, any animal species I can find....."

Mrs. Nelson smiled as he continued, impressed but not surprised at how much work Jess had taken on. Sure, his methods were....perhaps imprecise....but his heart was really in it. And his observations could actually be quite useful for studying the shallows around the bay, effectively building a map of all the biomes.

Always a great moment as a teacher to see one of your students applying your subject in the real world - even if they're a 13 year old amateur oceanographer.

"That's really great Jess!"

Jess had finished, a bit breathless after giving what he'd thought was a concise and quick review of his work. He was a tinge self-conscious at how much he'd spoken in such a quick burst - Sam had advised him to tone it down a bit. Then again, Mrs. Nelson was a biology teacher, and she clearly didn't show any signs of being bored or annoyed.

"Would you be interested in bringing in your research at the end of the summer? Not as homework of course, just to share your findings. You could maybe even present it for my next year's biology class if you want?"

Jess lit up like a lighthouse at that.

"Oh I'd love to! That'd be great!"

Mrs. Nelson smiled again. "Well, I won't keep you from your work any longer. Good luck! Always a great day for science." She often ended class with that little adage.

"Always a great day for science" Jess agreed, as she walked past him into the library.

"Will that be everything today dear?" Ms. Mullins was looking over the desk at him, the last book checked in and moved to the cart for re-shelving.

Jess had gotten distracted, dizzingly pre-planning how he might present his research to next year's class. "Oh, yeah. Thank you ma'am, I'll see you next week." He turned back to the automatic doors, the warm air hitting again as he stepped outside, walked down the sidewalk to the bike rack.

The library was right on the main strip in town - Mahone Bay wasn't big, so most of the usual staples were all on one or two main streets. The library sat across from the post office and a coffee shop adjoining it next door; on one side was the town hall, on the other another line of shops - tourist traps, small bookstores and craft places, small restaurants and cafes. Apartments over top of them.

Jess was just about done unchaining his bike and putting on his helmet when he caught a shadow of someone walking toward him on the sidewalk - too late.

"Ugh, watch it!" Jess started to get up to apologize to whoever it was who half-tripped over him. He looked up to see three unfortunately familiar faces.

"Oh great. How's it going Josh, summer OK?" Of course luck would have it that Sean Marshall would almost trip over him in front of the library. His voice hadn't lost any of the disdain from the last time they'd spoken - when Sean had been pretty unambiguously about to beat Jess up pretty bad.

"I-I'm sorry Sean. I didn't see you, I...." Jess stammered, surprised and more than a little shaken to see Sean again. He didn't know the other two other than that they were other swim team guys - also familiar from the last day of school as part of Sean's hangers-on crowd.

"Yeah, you should be."

"OK, I'm sorry, I am," Jess just wanted to leave now. He wanted to be away from these guys and away from whatever this might lead to.

Sean got quiet again as Jess started to get on his bike up the hill to head off. "Learned not to talk back to me, huh smartass?"

Jess knew this was an attempt to bait him. He knew he shouldn't say anything, but then again, not saying anything was equally giving Sean what he wanted.

Annoying how these bullying asshole types always created these Catch-22 situations.

"I guess I just don't really have anything to say to you right now."

If it wasn't for the proximity it brought him to physical harm, Jess would find that look of insulted surprise in Sean's eyes incredibly funny. At least he didn't give him the last word.

"Oh you'll be sorry now, no one speaks to me like that, you little fucking fag," Sean growled, starting toward Jess - it would only be seconds for him to cover the couple meters between where the three had been standing and where Jess was on his bike a bit up the sidewalk.

The library doors slid open again right as the words left his lips - Mrs. Nelson had apparently finished whatever she needed to do at the library and serendipity had her emerge right at that second.

She may only technically only hold authority in school, but a teacher being directly in sight was enough to defuse most bullies away from outright violence.

"Mr. Marshall, good to see you." Mrs. Nelson definitely didn't sound happy to see him. She was definitely using The Teacher Voice here. "Was there some problem?"

Just like before, Sean wiped away his more dangerous side effortlessly, unnervingly cool and charming in an instant. "No Mrs. Nelson, no problem. Just getting a chance to catch up with Josh."

In the back of his mind Jess wondered if all these swim team people called him Josh on purpose, or if it was a genuine mistake - not the most pressing matter at hand though.

Mrs. Nelson was looking at him pointedly now, then back at Sean. "OK then. Stay out of trouble boys. Jess, I'll see you later then?"

That was a confusing statement: she hadn't said anything about reviewing his research today.

Unless she was making it clear to Sean and the others that he would be missed, should he not get home safe today. That made Jess shudder to think about.

"Uh, OK, definitely! Thanks Mrs. Nelson!"

She sent another tough glare at the other three, and stood by the outside of the building til they moved along. Sean turned back and sneered at Jess, a dangerous glint in his eyes - he wasn't going to forget this.

Mrs. Nelson quickly walked up the sidewalk once the other three boys were out of sight down the hill, stopping right in front of where Jess was still poised on his bike.

"Jess, is there anything you need help with? Anything you want me to know here?" He'd heard that same line from teachers before - teachers knowing something was going on, but knowing they lacked proof unless a student actually told them something. He knew she did genuinely want to help.

Unfortunately, he also knew how it usually went when you tried to report bullying.

"Kids will be kids." "Boys will be boys." "They'll sort it out."

"No Mrs. Nelson, I'm fine." Jess started to get on moving, pointing his bike up the road to head home. Jess saw in her face that she knew he wasn't telling her everything.

"OK. If you're ever not, please don't be afraid to tell someone." Jess knew she really did care. But he also knew teachers could only do so much.

"Really, I'm OK. It was nice to see you, have a good rest of your summer" Jess tried to smile and sound confident as he turned and pedaled off.

Mrs. Nelson straightened up as Jess went over the hill and out of sight. Another one scared to ask for help. God, if she ever caught that Sean Marshall red handed. Fullest extent of suspension possible, swim champion or not. If only they weren't going to be in the high school next year, away from where she'd be around.

Still, she could tell Jess was tougher than most people would give him credit for. She hoped that would always be enough.

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Whether it was smart to do so or not, Jess took the long way home. Much of the afternoon heat had dissipated by the time he saw the marina coming up on the road - of course it would be light past 8 at night this time of year, but the sun was past its zenith for the day. He sped through the shadows of the boat masts and antennae crisscrossing along the gravel, turned and rolled to a stop under the overhang, put his bike just inside the shed door and hung his helmet on the handlebar. He was half-wondering if his dad would still be in his study from earlier today.

He wasn't, and from what Jess could tell once he got upstairs, he wasn't home at all. Jess wasn't surprised - it was still early in the day all things considered, and he often worked late out at the docks. Even if it was just outside the walls of the apartment, he was still at work, busy fixing up whatever boat pieces or engines the fishermen had brought in, sorting through whatever salvage he'd trawled up earlier that week.

Jess went in his room and closed the door, leaving the lights off, window open to try to get some cool sea air inside. He picked up the shirt and towel off the sill, hung them over the chair in front of his small desk. He laid back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, took off his glasses, let the world go blurry.

He really wasn't a stranger to bullies, but there was something more cutting about his last two run-ins with Sean Marshall. Most prominently, he knew at least something about Cody - in more ways than one, that could be used to hurt Jess in a way other bullies never could. What if Sean ever worked out what really happened? What if he told anyone else? What if what he'd said about Cody not caring about Jess had any truth in it?

There was something else though. Jess hadn't let himself look it up, even though he definitely wanted to. He wanted to know what it was that Sean had been calling him. Why it stung so strangely, even without knowing the definition.

Just from context though, he knew that it wasn't something he could ask a teacher, or a librarian. And definitely not something to type into a computer's search engine.

A shuffle and the sound of the door closing outside his room let Jess know his dad had come in. Jess sat up, rubbed his eyes, and put his glasses back on. The sun had gone down while he'd been lying there, thoughts writhing around his mind. He got up and opened the door to his room, softly padded down the hall to the small living room.

"Oh hey Jess." John was taking his boots off, putting them under where he'd already hung up his work overshirt on the little wall hooks next to the door. "How was the library?"

Words caught in Jess's throat, worse than he'd expected. "It was fine Dad. Dropped off my books. I ran into Mrs. Nelson too."

John mentally chided himself for not remembering who that was. After a second, it was clear Jess hadn't really expected him to either.

"She said I can bring her my research from mapping the south shore reefs at the start of next school year. Maybe even present it to the next year's biology class."

John smiled at that, moving past the pause a line ago. "Oh that's great! That's real good, gettin' to show off all the hard work you've been doin'."

"Yeah Dad, it'll be great." Jess finished quietly, like he was closing the door on talking any more right now. It was a familiar enough cadence to their discussions. Not exactly uncomfortable most of the time. John still got the sense there was something else Jess wanted to say, or didn't want to say, or....something. He couldn't pin it but he knew that Jess wasn't closing the conversation because he didn't have more to say.

"So I uh, smoked some sea bass for dinner." They didn't always eat together at the table, but when John had a particularly good catch he tried to make the time for it. Jess brightened a bit at that - sea bass was one of his favorites, with a mildly sweet flavor and less of a fishy aftertaste.

"Oh great! I'll, um, I'll get some plates out?" Jess said this quickly walking to the small cabinet over the stove, putting two old porcelain plates on the table. Smiling for a second at the dramatic mermaid designs etched into the old china.

John got the fish out of the fridge and heated it on the gas stove while Jess cut up potatoes to fry on the side. They worked mostly silently, only a word here or there - could you pass the seasoning, can I use that dishtowel - that sort of thing.

Still not whatever John could tell that his son was avoiding.

They didn't say grace or anything, but did take a moment of pause after both sitting down, fish and fries laid out on each plate, opposite ends of the short table.

John could see Jess making small looks up at him between bites, like he was trying to hide it. He knew not to push him. His mind could come up with a dozen things Jess could want to say to him, especially after the brief outburst earlier that day. A dozen things John had already known he'd done wrong, a dozen things he wanted to make better or make up for if he knew how. He felt like he was prepared for anything Jess could be about to say -

"Dad," Jess started hesitantly. His voice was soft. Almost scared.

John let a full beat pass, swallowing his own anxiety, ready to talk about whatever Jess was about to bring up.

Jess looked down at his plate, his voice only hair above a whisper. "What does 'faggot' mean?"

John could feel his own eyes widen, his own face freeze in shock. Of all the things he was ready for Jess to say, that was definitely not one of them. What was he even supposed to say to this?"

"Jess, uh, um...." he stammered to find words, trying to sound more confident than he really was. He hoped Jess wouldn't notice, or would forgive him that too if he did. Controlling his tone, he tried to sound caring and firm, but not accusatory. It still came out rougher than he'd wanted it to. "Jess, where did you hear that word?"

He could hear Jess breathe and shudder nervously at the other end of the table. Only a few feet apart in their small kitchen, he still felt both miles away and uncomfortably, vulnerably close.

"I don't know, uh...nowhere....just, um....someone at school."

"Did someone call you that Jess?" He couldn't keep the roughness out of that line.

"No." He said it too quickly, but John wasn't going to call him on the lie. He knew Jess kept things from him, especially when it came to his social problems. There were only so many times any kid could realistically "fall off a bike." There were only so many ways to "accidentally" break one's glasses.

"Well then." John breathed heavily again. Whatever he said now, he knew it might well be one of the most critical moments in his relationship with his son.

"Faggot, uh. Well, in British, it just means a pile of sticks." He tried to make it sound humorous, to push back against the stifling unease between them. Jess gave a compulsory half smile that vanished almost before John could see it.

"But um. It means, well.....it's something people say to hurt someone. To make them feel awful about themselves."

"OK, but what does it mean." Frustrated, Jess could tell he was talking around something. It hurt to see that his son clearly already knew that the word was meant to be hurtful.

John paused again, making every effort to even and soften his voice, to bury the rage he felt at whoever had brought his Jess to this point. To the cusp of crying out of frustration at his own kitchen table.

"It's a way to negatively call a man a homosexual." That was about as even and measured as he could have put that. Jess didn't look up from his lap, but he could see that his son's shoulders relaxed just a little bit.

"Oh."

Jess felt himself breathe out at that. Well, at least there was the answer.

"Jess, do you know what that -"

"Yeah, Dad, I know....I know what that means." Jess couldn't keep the lie out of his voice on that last part though. Sure, he could reason through the word's meaning - he knew enough Latin for that.

"Is that....even possible?" he asked in a hushed uptalk, looking up at John from behind his glasses.

"Is what possible Jess?"

"Homosexual, that means, um....." Jess wasn't exactly sure what meaning to go with. Having the same sets of sex chromosomes? Having offspring from two organisms of the same sex?

John paused, realizing Jess actually didn't know this one. On one hand, in the back of his mind John was at least a little glad his son hadn't had to learn this from someone else too - that there was a bit of innocence to grownup things left in him. On the other hand, he had to answer this truthfully. Some parenting conversations are never easy.

"Jess, you know how boys like to date and get married to girls?"

"Of course" Jess's cheeks flushed, surprised and embarrassed by wherever this was going. The space between them twisted taut, made the kitchen feel almost suffocating, but he had to get this right.

"Well, sometimes, um. Boys like other boys that way. Or girls like other girls too, I guess." John was trying to keep it as age-appropriate and neutral as he could. He watched Jess carefully, watched as he had turned his eyes nervously back to his plate.

The silence hung in the air. No change to the crushing, nervous energy in the room.

His voice still quiet, but almost thick with anxiety - hopefully not tears, John prayed - Jess spoke still looking down.

"Is that bad?"

In the split second after he said it, John's brain again whirred through possible explanations, outcomes, everything, knowing he had to get this right -to not think about politics, or society, or Jesus, or AIDS - not think about what Jess might be about to tell him, or might be about to realize. Just to be the best father he could to the small scared boy in front of him.

"No Jess. That's not bad."

They both exhaled - the air in the room felt just a bit more breathable. "It's different. It's not that common. But it's not bad."

Jess looked up then, breathed in and out, in and out, calming down. "OK. Thanks for explaining Dad." He closed in the same way he'd done other conversations - times when John had asked about a black eye, a broken glasses lens, a missing shoe. Times Jess thought he had gotten as much support from his father as he was going to.

"Jess." John said it gently but emphatically. His son looked up at him, surprised.

"No matter what you might hear, I want you to always remember: no one has the right to make anyone feel bad about themselves for being different. In any way."

John let the silence hang after that. He had to make sure Jess knew that.

Jess's eyes were a bit shiny behind his glasses as he looked back across the table, and nodded once again, a bit more confident. "Thanks Dad. I won't forget."

"Alright then."

They both finished the rest of dinner without speaking - not an uncomfortable silence. Both of them had to take time to process things when it came to people and emotions rather than mythology and marine biology. They were alike in that way.

Jess was finishing drying off the last dish John had handed to him. John looked at him carefully open the cabinet, carefully put it back, carefully fold the dish towel. So gentle and harmless.

God damn, he couldn't stand to imagine anyone hurting this kid.

Jess turned away from the stove, back toward the hall, toward his room. "Goodnight Dad. Thanks for the sea bass."

"Don't mention it, bud. Goodnight." John watched his son down the hall, start to open his door.

"Jess?"

"Yeah Dad?"

"I love you."

A quiet pause. John didn't move from where he was in the kitchen, hand still on the sponge at the sink. He didn't hear Jess moving at the far end of the apartment - he was still standing with the door to his room half open.

"I love you too, Dad."

John heard the door to Jess's room click closed. He felt his whole body relax as he turned, rinsing off the sponge, wringing it out over the sink.

He heard Jess's door click open. Worry caught in his throat again.

"You alright bud?"

"Yeah Dad, I forgot to brush my teeth." John felt the tension leave again. His Jess. Always so responsible.

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Definitely the heaviest entry in the series so far.

I know it might seem a bit far-fetched that Jess might not know what some things mean at this age, but I can attest that I based that on my own experience - everyone learns about things in their own time and being socially out-of-the-loop, especially pre-Internet, meant kids might not learn about things until later than they might nowadays

I think Mahone Bay is an actual place in Nova Scotia and that that may be where the movie was supposed to be set, but we're going to ignore that - the sealife in the movie much better lines up with California, so that's where this fictional Mahone Bay's going to be - it also might make future crossovers that may or may not be planned a little bit easier to work with.

On a lighter note I think I've also decided that Al Gore's going to win the 2000 election in this universe, and 9/11 and the Iraq invasion are not going to happen. I doubt those will impact the story as it's currently planned but y'know, never hurts to be prepared for such questions.

#the thirteenth year #long post #dcom #disney channel original movies #disney #mermaid #mermen #homophobic slurs #ocean life #marine biology #fanfic

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