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Stay With Me

Pairing(s): Clark Kent x fem!Reader

Summary: You work at the Daily Planet and can’t stand Clark Kent, until he saves your life.

Requested : No

Word Count: 2,514

Warnings: Violence (not too graphic), swearing, a little smutty if you really squint, and Clark Kent’s a bit snarky ;)

A/N: i’m not a huuuge fan of how this turned out, but i just watched The Witcher and needed to write something with a henry cavill character! i’m thinking of doing some geralt of rivia fics, let me know if yall would like that! p.s., i also posted this fic on AO3 if yall would prefer to read it there (my username is violettaren). enjoy! requests are open :)

You sighed heavily as you thumbed through bill after bill, the glaring red ink of PAST DUE seemingly taunting you.

“Jesus, Perry, how did you let it get this bad?” you tossed the papers on his desk, placing your hands on your hips.

Perry White pinched his nose, leaning back in his rickety wooden chair.

“Why the hell do we think we hired you? Out of the kindness of our hearts?”

Silence fell in the room before your head fell back in laughter, and you were met with confused eyes when you looked forward.

“You don’t get to be facetious when you’re on the verge of bankruptcy, Perry. I mean, look at this,” you reached over and picked up a sheet of paper with the payroll on it. “You’re paying people when they aren’t even in the office? I mean, what did you expect?”

Perry snatched the sheet from your hand, scanning it to see what you were going on about. Your brows furrowed when his gaze hardened on a specific name.

“Jesus Christ,” he rolled his eyes and slammed the paper back on his desk. He ruffled through the drawers in his desk and pulled out a red pen, furiously scribbling on the payroll.

“What?” you leaned over to see if you could sneak a peek on what got him so angry so quickly. He handed the sheet back to you and let his head fall, emptying any breath he had in him.

“Of course it’s him,” he said, his voice low.

Confused, you glance down at the paper to see a circled name staring back at you.

Clark Kent.

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“What’s this meeting for, boss?”

You sat down as Perry moved to the front of the conference room, next to a large projector. He had called in his lead reporters for an ‘important conversation’, and everyone in the room knew this wasn’t ending kindly. You looked around, trying to gauge the different expressions on your soon-to-be coworkers’ faces. Your eyes stopped first on a woman with burnt orange hair, her chest rising rapidly due to her quick breathing. You shuffled through the papers given to you by Perry, and it was easy to determine that to be … Lois Lane. Her eyes met yours and she gave you a shaky smile. You simply raised your eyebrows in return and looked back down at your agenda.

You didn’t mean to be a dick, but you had business to do, and your job didn’t make you the nicest person in the office.

Scanning the room, you continued to identify each member until your gaze fell on him. His light blue eyes pierced through his thick-framed black glasses and didn’t budge when you looked over at him. You took in his defined, angular face and tilted your head, almost staring at him as if he were an attraction. His expression was unlike anyone else in the room - his smile was wide and bright and he leaned back in his chair, letting his shirt tighten with his movements. You could smell the confidence oozing out of his pores. You didn’t even need to take a look at your sheet to know who he was. You simply humphed and turned your attention to Perry.

The presentation included Perry viciously yelling at his employees for nearly an hour. You couldn’t blame him though - employees gone for weeks at a time, using company funding for flights and housing - if it continued, the Daily Planet would definitely be going under.

Which is why you needed to put this Clark Kent character in his place.

“Mr. Kent,” you called out before he left the room,.“May I have a word?”

He held the door for the other employees, and once everyone was gone, he turned over to face you with a Cheshire-like grin on his face. It took every bone in your body not to let your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“I don’t believe I got your name,” he walked over to you with his hand extended, waiting for you to shake it.

Jesus, his hands are big.

“Unfortunately, Mr. Kent, I am not having this conversation with you in hopes of becoming your friend. We need to discuss your extended leaves of absences without prior notice,” you said, handing him a large stack of papers. You noticed his body tense slightly before he relaxed and picked up the papers.

After a short silence, you heard what sounded like a … giggle? You didn’t trust your ears, because this 6-foot, incredibly muscular man did not just giggle in front of your fucking face.

“I guess I am gone a lot, huh,” he shuffled through each paper, snickering.

You felt your face get warm, and you clenched your jaw.

“Mr. Kent, I’m not sure what-“

“Clark,” he interrupted, looking up at you. “Call me Clark, no need to be formal.”

You wanted to rip that goddamn smile off of his face.

“Well, Clark, I’m not sure how things are run around here. But, you are single handedly costing this company a fortune. To be completely honest, I am not sure why Perry hasn’t fired you yet to be honest,” you sighed, standing up to face him.

“Maybe he’s in love with me,” Clark grinned, looking down at you.

You let out a dry chuckle and shook your head, licking your lips as you gathered your things.

“Let me be very clear with you, Mr. Kent,” you straightened, not allowing his daunting height to waive your confidence. “There will be no more unannounced absences. If you need to leave, I need to be contacted at least 24 hours before, but I would prefer 48. And, while I determine base pay, there can be no absences for the next month. Do you understand?”

He said nothing as he looked down at you, his smile slowly morphing into a smirk.

“Mr. Kent,” you let any humor leave your voice and spoke very slowly. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes Ma’am,” he replied, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth. “Duly noted.”

“Great,” you forced your eyes away from his face as you glided past him, smoothing out your pencil skirt.

“Y/N is my name, by the way,” you said as you opened the door, feeling his eyes burning the back of the head.

You knew this guy was gonna be trouble.

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It’s been around two months since you started working at the Daily Planet, and you have finally begun to found your footing. You’ve been forced to be very strict with the reporters, giving you a not-so-nice reputation, but hey- it’s working. For the first time in the entire year, the company is actually not losing profits. Go figure.

It’s too quiet, you thought as glanced above your cubicle to see everyone was gone. You grabbed your phone to look at the time.

12:46 AM

No wonder it was silent - everyone had already left. You sighed, standing up and feeling the entire weight of the day as you did so. You aimlessly shoved papers and notebooks into your messenger bag and turned to leave, jumping when you see Clark standing right in front of you.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Kent, you scared me,” you hunched over with your hand on your heart. “What are you still doing here?”

“I came over to ask you the same thing,” he adjusted the strap of his bag, and you noticed that the top button on his shirt was unbuttoned.

Hmm.

“Perry wanted me to finish some work before I left, and some work became more and more and…” you trailed off, your brain so fried that you couldn’t even think.

Clark raised his hand, hesitating, before placing his hand on your shoulder. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt his large grip on you.

“I think White’s working you too hard, Y/N. You always leave after me,” he said, leaning his head down slightly. The space between the two of you was small. Too small for your liking.

You shrugged his hand off of your shoulder and gave him a tight-lipped smile.

“Suddenly, Clark cares about me? That’s new,” you gritted through your teeth. He winced, confused by your anger. You were confused yourself on why you had gotten so angry. He doesn’t matter.

“I’m not deaf. I hear what Lane says about me. And you seem to have no problem agreeing with her,” you tried to speak with conviction, but it came out so weak and … wanting. That’s not who you are. Frustrated, you start speed-walking away from him towards the elevator.

His expression fell and he jogged to catch up with you, calling your name.

“Kent, please leave me alone. I need to get home,” you felt his hand move behind you and came right next to your head and fell against the wall, trapping you from moving.

“Y/N,” his voice was hoarse. “Please, let me explain.”

You shut your eyes hard, feeling the burn of tears trying to come forward. Without a word, you quickly twisted and pushed his hand away, rushing towards the stairs and nearly falling as you sprinted down. For a reason you couldn’t explain, you felt a ping of sadness when Clark didn’t follow you.

Your heart dropped when you realized you had to walk home alone, as a woman, during the night all the way from Metropolis to Gotham City. Wiping the tears off of your face, you kept an iron-clad grip on your bag and started your twenty-minute walk home. You ignored the cat-calls and gross comments from men on the street, and you managed to make it to the front of your apartment without a scratch. Relieved, you press your keycard into the front of the apartment entrance door when you hear your name called from behind you. Initially, you think the voice was Clark, but it was too high and scratchy to be him. You turn around to see a figure that you couldn’t exactly make out in the dark.

“Who are you?” You questioned, crossing your arms over your chest.

The man stalked towards you, and once he came into the light, you immediately recognized him.

“Don’t you own Lexcorp?”

His laugh was cacophonous, making you cringe as you tried to slowly create more distance between the two of you. Within a blink, fingers were pressing into your throat and your back slammed against the door. You gasped, reaching up to try and scratch at the man holding you, and his fist collided with your cheek. Your head dropped involuntarily, and you felt blood drip from your face onto the floor.

“You,” he squeezed out, his voice manic and shaky. “Are the key to what I want.”

“I don’t… know … what you’re-“ you gasped, trying to keep your eyes open and hold on to any consciousness.

“Don’t worry,” he cooed, tutting condescendingly. “Superman will save you, won’t he?

He punched you once again, and your head slammed against the glass door. The sound of glass shattering was the last thing you heard before your body went limp.

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Fuck, your head hurts.

You cracked open your eyes and tried to push yourself off of the bed you're laying down on, but your whole body feels like it’s a thousand pounds. You let your body fall back into bed and reached to grab the comforters, but your eyes widened in fear as you felt the duvet in your hands.

This isn’t your room.

Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you forced yourself onto your feet, staggering as your head pounds. Disoriented, you opened the door to the unknown apartment and attempted to make a beeline for the front door when a hand grabbed at your arm. You’re about to scream before you hear his voice- Clark’s voice.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s me, relax,” his voice was soft, so soft, and he used both of his hands to hold you up.

“Clark?” You whispered, letting your body relax in his arms.

“Yes, it’s me, it’s just me,” he moved one hand to wrap around your waist and the other rested on your face, his thumb caressing your cheek.

“I’m so sorry,” he choked out. Lines danced across your forehead as you scanned his face, trying to figure out what exactly he was apologizing for.

“For what, Clark?”

He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out, and you started to slowly gain awareness of your surroundings.

“What am I doing here? And why does my head feel like I was body-slammed into concrete?” you sighed as you rubbed your head, attempting to soothe the shooting pain.

“It’s my fault.”

Silence fell between the two of you as you tried to digest the pain in his voice.

“I’d love a bit more than three word sentences, Clark,” you joked after a few moments, but Clark didn’t even crack a smile. Your heart fell in your stomach - if you were the one joking and Clark wasn’t being insufferable, something was definitely off.

“Clark, please talk to me-”

You’re cut off by Clark’s lips pressing onto your. Your eyes widen with shock as you feel his lips mold against yours. you try to rack your brain to figure out what is happening but your mind is empty - every thought you had escaped as your mouth met his. Your heart banged against your chest as you let him deepen the kiss, his tongue dancing inside your mouth. You felt a flutter in your lower stomach as his grip on your waist tightened, and you moaned softly into his mouth, bringing your hands up to his muscular chest. You opened your eyes slightly to peek at Clark, making sure this wasn’t a figment of your imagination, but it wasn’t. The way he was kissing you was very real.

You softly pushed him away as you gasped for air, his lips pink and swollen and his eyes glazed over.

“Only you would kiss me after I’ve been beaten to a pulp, Kent.”

He smiled that gorgeous annoying smile and rested his forehead against yours as he sighed contentedly.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he chuckled, shaking his head lightly. “But you were too busy scolding me to let me do it.”

“Oh, so it’s my fault? Of course, of course,” you struggled to feign anger, but you just couldn’t get the shit-eating grin off of your face.

He kissed me.

You took your hand off of his chest and grazed it down his arm until you got to his hand, slowly interlacing your fingers.

“Tell me what happened last night, Clark,” you squeezed his hand, letting him know that kissing you wasn’t going to get him out of this. “Why did Lex Luthor try to fucking kill me?”

His eyes refused to meet yours, and you pressed into him harder.

“Clark-”

“Okay,” he relented, staring down at your intertwined hands. “I’ll tell you everything, under one condition.”

You raised your eyebrow in amusement. “And what would that be, Kent?”

“Stay, here, with me.”

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“Y/n,” Dr. Lee calls out. I sigh, stopping at the glass doors that were already opening for me. I stare out into the darkness of the night that was just on the other side of the open glass doors.

I turned around to see Dr. Lee walking towards me, his surgical scrubs still on, with the mouth mask pushed down under his chin.

I already know what is going to happen. He’s going to ask me to dinner…again. And I’ll have to reject him...again. My coworkers think I should just say yes, seeing as he is the head of our trauma department. However, I’ve made it clear to my new peers that being the new surgical assistant doesn’t mean I’ll be pushed into accepting a date. I subconsciously stare at the red string of yarn tied on my right pinky. The string trails down to the floor and disappears as it moves further from me.

“Y/n.” Dr. Lee repeats, snapping me out of a daze.

I force a smile on my lips, gripping the handle of my purse that was digging into my shoulder.

“Hey, Dr. Lee, what’s up?” I question. I already know what’s up. Every nurse in the lobby of Seoul Sky Hospital knows what’s up.

Dr. Lee stood at a tall 6’1, soft pretty boy features, and a blinding white smile. His broad shoulders and slim muscular form stood in front of me, but the eyes of most females in the room were on his back. He was the eye candy of the whole hospital.

The nurses love him, the patients love him and the hospital’s board love him. He was an overall amazing guy. There seemed like there was nothing wrong with him.

“I just finished up Ms. Choi’s stitches. After cleaning up I’m off for the rest of the night. I could give you a ride home or we could grab something to eat?” He slips off the partly bloodied gloves, bunching them in his fists.

I clench my teeth for a moment, a tisk sound leaving my lips as if thinking about it.

“No thank you, Dr. Lee, I am perfectly fine walking home. I do not want to eat either. It's--” I pause to fish my phone out of my jeans.

“It’s 11:23pm, I’m tired and it’s my day off tomorrow. I just want to go home and sleep in.” I finish my answer.

Dr. Lee’s smile drops for a small moment before returning onto his face, except a bit strained.

“Y/n, I don’t understand,” He laughs as if to keep from seeming aggressive, “Are you waiting for your soulmate?”

I glanced down at the red yarn around my pinky. It’s a strange thing honestly, every single person in the world has a red string of yarn around their pinky. Of course, it’s not a real or physical string of yarn.

It’s a figurative string of yarn that only the person and their soulmate can see. I am the only one that can see the string wrapped around my pinky. I can’t trip on it and other people can’t either, just like how I can’t see their strings or physically be affected by their strings.

The red string is connected to your soulmate. Everyone is born with a soulmate, who is supposed to be on the other side of the string. My close friends always obsessed over their soulmates and worked hard to make sure they find them, leaving me the last one standing.

I am not too focused on finding my soulmate, though there have been times where I’ve been curious as to when he’d appear.

“No, I am not waiting for my soulmate, I am simply not interested.” I stated simply, “I’ll see you on Tuesday.” I end the conversation, ignoring him as he opened his mouth to speak. I turn around and walk back towards the double doors. I walked through the first set, and through the second set of doors, checking my phone for the time and my purse for my taser.

I start my walk, heading off the hospital grounds and down the street. My apartment complex isn’t too far from here. If I walk quickly, It takes me about 20 minutes.

After crossing the street, I have made my way into the residential area of town, knowing my apartment complex is close now. I turn the corner, humming to myself and peaking up at the stars shining in the sky.

Once I get home I’ll sleep, seeing how I already showered at work. Tomorrow is Sunday, which means I’m off. I can sleep in and recharge for the next coming week. I am so lost in my thoughts I almost don’t hear the labored breathing coming from my right. I stop walking and focusing on the sound, keeping my eyes forward. The breathing gets more intense, and soft groans follow.

It was groans of pain and small strings of curses follow. I turn my head slowly at the small alleyway where a figure sat against the wall of a building. They were not moving much, with their hand pressed against their side.

My heart jumps as my eyes adjust to the darkness the person was in, and the blood soaking through their green shirt became visible. I stand frozen, and while panicking to myself, the person notices me.

I make eye contact with the man, who looked tired. He blinks slowly and shakes his head as if telling me to keep walking. He turns his head away, looking back towards something beside him on the ground. A phone. Without thinking I rush forward. I can’t leave him. I can not leave him here.

“Are you okay?” I whispered, crouching beside the man. I place my hand over his, pressing harder on the wound. He winces, but I will try harder to stop the bleeding.

Now that I am closer to him, he looks quite young. His black hair was a bit long, fluffy and curly. There are bruises and cuts on his face, but it’s nothing too major there. He couldn’t really speak, seeming out of energy.

“What happened?” I said softly. He exhales and shakes his head.

I grab the phone that seems to be laying beside him. I move to call the 119 only to see that someone is already on the phone, and shouting. The caller ID says ‘Jimin’

I put the phone to my ear.

“Hel--”

“Jungkook?! Kook! Where are you?! Are you alright?” The panicked voice shouts. Other voices are talking in the background of the phone.

“N-no, this is not J-Jungkook, but I think it’s him who is here in front of me. He is injured and can’t speak, he’s losing blood. I am not sure what is wrong with him. I am going to call an ambul--”

“No!” The voice shrills, “You can not take him to the hospital! I am his close friend and please do not call any emergency services.” I sit there confused. What?

“I can’t take him to the hospital? W-why? He’s hurt, what am I supposed to do?” I find myself yelling. I look around to see if anyone seems to be walking by.

“Just tell us the location and leave him there.”

I gasped at the man’s words. What the fuck?

I looked back at the man, sweat building up on his forehead, his breathing growing thin. Oh no, oh no, oh no.

“Leave him here?” I pause, weighing my options.

“Yes, leave him there and tell us where--”

“No, I am not gonna leave him here.”

“Ma’am! Ma’am wait, please don’t--” I hang up the call, shoving the man’s phone into my purse. Ignoring the ringing coming from my bag, I threw the man’s arm over my shoulder, readying myself to stand up.

“Are you ready? My apartment isn’t far from here. Just hang on.” I explained to the man. I have no idea what I’m going to do once we get to my place, but it’s better than leaving him here to bleed out. He mumbled something I can’t understand, while his phone is still ringing in my bag, and I have no intention of answering it.

We slowly make our way to my apartment complex, not seeing a single person in the process. We manage to make it to my apartment complex, climbing into the elevator. The whole time I’m on the verge of a heart attack, because If my neighbors see this, oh they’re calling the police for sure!

The elevator pinged, bringing us to the 5th floor where my apartment was. After struggling with the keys, I opened the door, waltzed us both in and shut it, making sure to lock.

I sit the man named Jungkook on the floor, rushing to collect myself. I run around grabbing large trash bags and setting them on the floor. I rushed into my room, grabbing my home medical tools. I use them to practice on fruits in my free time but didn’t think I’d need them now. I grab many towels, hot water, gloves, and more items, setting them all out.

It feels like my body is overheating as I rush around, throwing considered glances at Jungkook. After having everything laid out, I gently move him to lay onto the trash bags. I put on a mouth mask and turn my attention back to the struggling man.

After tearing off Jungkook’s shirt, I swiftly got into the kitchen and scrub my arms before putting on gloves. I stop and stare at the wound, realizing the seriousness of the situation.

“I-it’s a bullet wound,” I whisper to myself. It seems that the bullet only grazed him, however lodging it’s within his skin. If it’s what I think it is, he had been bleeding out for a while. Such a wound wouldn’t kill someone, so how did he get there?

Why was he just sitting there bleeding out? Why was he shot?

I lean towards Jungkook, “So you won’t die, that’s for sure Jungkook, but this is gonna hurt like a bitch.” I am not sure if he can hear me, because his eyes are closed, but he is still tossing his head side to side, showing me that he isn’t completely gone.

I grab one of the small towels, rolling it up and putting it in Jungkook’s mouth.

“Bite down on that,” I said. I disinfect his wound and begin working. After a long day of doing surgeries, this is NOT what I thought I’d be doing at home. I found myself whispering an apology every time Jungkook groaned or hissed in pain.

I had to cut into some layers of skin to find the bullet. A small bullet that could have done damage if it was an inch deeper into the man’s side. He’s lucky it didn’t complete penetrate into his body, making me believe he moved just as the person fired the shot.

I can’t be sure how long I was doing this, but when I gazed up at the clock on my wall it was 1:33am. I had just gotten the bullet out and began with the stitching process. I was weary of my trembling hands, hating to see such a thing for someone of my profession.

Yet, I never thought I’d be working in this situation. I’m tired, it’s late at night and I’m doing an illegal practice by operating on this man in my home. If he dies, I could go to jail. Actually, I will go to jail or prison. That’s certain.

It isn’t till I’m bandaging Jungkook up that my eyes move up to the clock again.

3:14am. I peered into the face of Jungkook who is now sleeping peacefully. I change my bloodied gloves for new ones and start to care for the cuts on Jungkook’s face after taking the towel out his mouth. After completely finishing Jungkook’s treatment, I move my tools and start to clean up. I made sure to move the bloodied trash bags from under Jungkook.

As I am cleaning up, I contemplate whether I should leave him on the floor or move him to my bedroom. I set a few bottles of water beside Jungkook, before putting a cold towel on his forehead. I put a thick blanket over him and headed towards my bathroom. I found myself in the shower, standing there as the water ran down on my body. I was too lost in my thoughts.

A bullet wound? There is a big chance I brought a criminal into my home. But he looks like such a young man, definitely younger than my 24-year-old self. After showering and scrubbing my body properly, I made my way to my bedroom, swiftly changing into my PJs.

I took a seat on my bed, digging through my bag to find Jungkook’s phone with 26 missed calls, the latest one being 15 minutes ago. Some calls were from that Jimin person I spoke with before; other calls were from different contacts. Jin, Tae, Yoongi and ‘Boss’.

No calls from mom or dad? These must be friends of his? Maybe he doesn’t have parents and can’t afford hospital bills?

I try to call back, and surprisingly the phone wasn’t locked. I decide to call the contact ‘Jimin’ since that is who I called before.

It rang only once before I heard heavy breathing.

“Kook? Kook, where are you at?” Jimin said.

“Oh, he called?”

“Kookie where are you?” Other voices spoke in the background. It seems I was on speakerphone. I waited until the voices settled down to speak.

“This isn’t Jungkook,” I answered.

“Where is he?” The voices turned defensive and rude.

“Did you take him to the hospital? Damn it, we told you to leave him there!” The voice that was Jimin yelled.

I scoffed getting irritated. These guys are pissing me off.

“Boss, what do we do?” Jimin said to someone further from the phone.

“Leave him there? Are you hearing yourself?” I hissed.

“Jungkook is a tough guy, he would have been fine. You just did something useless.” Another voice snapped.

“He had a fucking bullet in his side, did you know that?” I almost yelled, wondering why I was getting some emotional for the young man laying on my floor.

“Oh…” Another voice said. It grew quiet, causing me to pull the phone from my face to make sure they were still there.

“He was shot?” The tone was now one of concern.

I sighed, “It grazed him but still penetrated his skin, he was just bleeding a lot.”

“So which hospital are you at?”

I hesitated for a moment, “Yeah about that…I didn’t take him to a hospital, he’s at my house.”

“S-so he’s still bleeding? Is he awake?” At this point, I was getting questions from different people and the only voice I could kind of remember was the Jimin dude from earlier.

“No, he’s stable now. I had to dig through layers of skin and take the bullet out before closing him up.”

Another silence.

“So you just operated on him? At your house?” This time is was Jimin speaking in disbelief.

I nodded as if they could see me, followed by a shrug.

“Well I am a surgeon so, I knew what I was doing,” I answered a matter of a fact.

“A surgeon…” Someone said in interest.

“Yeah,” I said hesitantly, “I was on my way home from work when I saw Jungkook. I guess it’s just his luck. But he is sleeping, everything seems good with him.”

“Ma’am, I’m sorry but we never got your name.”

I stay quiet for a moment not sure if I should be giving my name to these strange men. Ugh, what if they come and find me? And kill me?

Instead of answering them I say, “I’ll have him call you when he wakes up.”

I hear the phone being picked up, a smooth and calm voice speaks into the phone.

“Ma’am, we would like to know the name of the person who saved our Jungkook, and if you could give us your address? We will come to get him. You have already done so much and we do not want to inconvenience you more.”

Chills ran up my spine as the man spoke. He’s holding a conversation so casually, not distraught like Jimin or the other men blabbering before.

When I do not answer, he sighs.

“Ma’am, my name is Hoseok, I am practically Jungkook’s guardian...please.”

Ma’am this, ma’am that. What am I? An old lady?

“Stop calling me ma’am,” I uttered, “My name is Y/n.”

Welp, it’s out there. These guys are totally gonna hunt me down and kill me. Probably something about loose ends?

“Well, Ms. Y/n, when can we come to get Jungkook?” His voice was so pleasant that it worried me.

I take a deep breath, deciding to stand my ground, “I will have Jungkook call you when he wakes up.”

“Y/n, wait--” I cut off whatever Hoseok was going to say and end the call. I quickly shut off the iPhone and set it on my nightstand. As doing so I notice the red string of yarn wrapped around my pinky tugging. The string that was once trailing on the floor before it disappears was straightening out as if it being tugged on.

What does it mean when it does that? I remember some friends of mine saying something about that.

Oh right! When the string begins to tug, it means your soulmate has been near you or has nearly encountered you. Well I know it isn’t Jungkook because my string didn’t link to him.

So where...or...who is near enough for the string to tug?

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Tumblr User! Ong Seongwoo

[credit to each pic owner!]

ok so i was just eating some filipino food at a restuarant when my mind was like “YO YKNOW I WONDER WHAT WANNA ONE WAS PPL ON TUMBLR WOULD BE LIKE” so here i am BSJXNS [this is literally not proofread tbh everything i write isn’t proof read im so sorry DHFKD]

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his username would be

ongtheslate95

95 being the yr he was born in

so he’s probably one of those aesthetic tumblrs that posts aesthetic photos that everyone loves

like he’ll post aesthetic photos of him posing at places that look so nice and stuff

honestly his photos were so pleasing that they actually ended up being used in a lot of places

also being used without credit but tbh ong didn’t mind, as long as he got recognition for his photos and his artistic style through being aesthetic he was happy!

so you also happened to be an aesthetic blog, people also admired you

you didn’t really take pictures of yourself mostly of places that looked aesthetic.

and you followed ong because wow he was handsome and wow his photos were so nice like pls teach me ???

the downside to his fantastic blog was

memes

literally the memes he reblogs onto it

it didn’t bother you at first, but it started bothering you when his blog at times was just flooded with memes

like it was one thing to reblog other aesthetic blogs and like some memes but it was getting to you

like the stuff he reblogged was just weird like

there would be a meme of someone cleaning but then someone coming in ruining it and then he would tag it

“this is literally minhyun and jaehwan rip”

or like something really weird and be like

“THIS REMINDS ME OF DAEHWI’S AND JINYOUNG’S RELATIONSHIP I SOB”

so like once you were fed up you messaged him like

“hey ong the slate, i understand you find great memes you wanna share but i hope you know that ppl mainly follow your account for the aesthetics!”

he replied like one second after which had you shooketh

“ahh i see, i mean i like sharing what i think it funny with the people that follow me!”

so here starts a full blown convo

“you could make a side blog for just reblogging random things and tell your followers!”

“oh is that a good idea?”

“yeah ofc i have a side blog myself where i reblog a ton of stuff i like, it doesn’t have like a ton of followers but it’s the thought that counts

“whats your side blog name?”

“uh i’d rather not say it’s weird”

anyways after that convo low and behold ong made his own mf side blog called

theslatememes

you secretly followed it on your side blog because even though you didn’t like the memes on his aesthetic blog, the stuff he was reblogging was pretty funny

anyways one day at the college that you attend you notice that someone is taking photos near the cherry blossom trees.

walking closer you notice that it’s ong

ong the slate

and you mentally freak out because tf you didn’t know he live this close and 2 he looked hella fine in person

“daniel no! I asked you to take it in this position, this is important!”

“chill seongwoo, art takes time”

you casually walk up to seongwoo and daniel

“are you ong the slate on tumblr?”

and he just freezes up like

“shit i’ve been spotted”

so he just laughs it off and steps away from the tree awkwardly while daniel is over to the side low key trying not to laugh his ass off

“y-yeah! i actually go to this college, do you?”

“yeah! i’ve been following your blog for a while and i love the photos you post, i also like your side blog”

his eyes light up and he literally almost grabs your hands in excitement but then realizes yall are still strangers

“what’s your blog name? i’ll follow you back!”

and then this is where you realize

“oh shit, i fucked up”

you just kind of awkwardly laugh and just start to back away like

“well it was nice meeting you! i hope you see you around!”

while you scurry off though seongwoo just smiles to himself

“whats up ong?”

“usually when people spot me in public which is rare they just say ‘hey aren’t you that ong handsome guy that takes nice photos on tumblr?’ and the only person who really has directly called me ong the slate was this one girl on tumblr who told me i should make a side blog”

daniel literally started laughing which made ong confused like

ong literally turned around and gave daniel the “wtf are you laughing at face”

“you are literally loosely piecing together facts, are you sure you aren’t thinking that way because you want to meet that girl in person?”

he wiggled his eyebrows a little and seongwoo scoffed,

“shut up daniel let’s go back to taking pictures.”

later that day your phone pinged signaling that you had a notification from tumblr

“hey! I know we haven’t talked since you like criticized my account! how are you”

“oh also your new photos on your account are so aesthetic”

you slightly smiled seeing the second message but when you read the first one he sent you got a little salty

“OK FIRST OFF i didn’t criticize your account, i was just suggesting something to improve your account”

“what ever you say but anyways what’s your name and how are you?”

“ok fine well i’m Y/N which is a pretty common name BUT i’m doing fine, just working on some homework.”

“HMMM you go to college?”

“no i go to english language school”

“oh”

“no yes it’s for college”

“HAH ok bye!”

you were so confused like why talk to you for like three minutes then leave after getting some info about you?

the next day while walking down the part of your college with the cherry blossom trees you hear someone call out your name

“Y/N!”

you froze in your spot and turned around slightly, you spotted Seongwoo RUSHING towards you with a huge smile on his face

ABORT

you started walking equally as fast because who cares about your class now you wanted to escape from possible embarrassment

“uh WAIT Y/N I JUST WANNA TALK”

“THERE’S NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT”

“YES THERE IS”

so now here you are sipping on a hot chocolate in a cafe with seongwoo just giving you a mischievous smirk

“what a coincidence! I didn’t know you went to me college!”

“i don’t even know how you thought i was the person that talked to you on your tumblr”

“you see i watch all these detective shows and sometimes even the weirdest facts fit together!”

you were literally blown away

“anyways,”

Seongwoo took out his phone and after tapping on it a little he placed it in front of you

“so i was wondering if you would take a look at the photos i have, i was planning on posting them but yknow daniel isn’t rlly a good helper”

you simply just nodded and looked over the photos while scrolling you realized that over half of them were memes which caught ong’s attention and made him flustered

“AGH i forgot to put it to my folder full of aesthetic photos!”

he snatched the phone away and then placed it in front of you again

“i see you’re more of a meme person huh?”

“just look at the photos”

so you scrolled some more and a lot of them were really nice but some of them had bad angles.

you causally changed to the camera on his phone and pointed it at him

“uh what are you doing?”

“just pose or something”

following what you said he sat up straight and did one of those aesthetic poses (ok so like just try to imagine one bc i cant DFHJKD)

you positioned yourself in a way where it looked super nice and took the photo, changed the filter and handed the phone back to him

“i think daniel needs a little more training”

he just laughed and instead of laughing with him your mind was like

“wow he has a cute laugh”

but before you could even like second guess that thought of yours seongwoo asked you something

“hey do you wanna like collab together? like you take my photos and i can help you with something? Daniel keeps on doing the same shots over and over again and i wanna have something new which you provide me with!”

“as long as you don’t take up a lot of my time sure”

this obviously made seongwoo’s smile grow large and he just took your hands in his which made you surprised and flustered

oh and your face turned a bit red too

“this is great! Hopefully we work well together”

time skipp because this is starting to get a bit long

“so seongwoo what do you think of this place?”

it was a simple abandoned train station that had been painted pink (think of bp’s aityl train station that was pink) and since he was wearing pink you thought it would be a perfect idea to take a couple of photos of him there!

before you turned you head to look at him you heard a quiet snap of a camera and saw seongwoo holding the polaroid camera

“ugh seongwoo what did i tell you? Don’t waste the film on taking pictures of the scenery, we gotta use it for you!”

he just waved you off and smiled while taking the new photo that had come out and stuffed it into his pocket.

while you were taking photos of him he stopped posing

“what’s wrong?”

“don’t you ever wanna take pictures of yourself? like and post aesthetic photos of you? i’m sure people would love that”

you shrugged and placed the camera into your bag

“i mean i’ve never really had the confidence for it, when i tried it just looked a little i don’t know, tacky?”

seongwoo nodded and then started muttering something underneath his breath

“all the photos i have of you don’t look tacky though”

“what?”

“i was just saying how it probably looks tacky but aesthetic!”

you laughed and just hit seongwoo on the shoulder”

“shut up your always look so nice”

“that’s because you’re taking them”

“alright alright true now lets go back to taking photos of you”

____

once the photoshoot was done and you arrived home you started receiving a bunch of notifications from your friends

you picked up your phone and took a glance at it while skimming over your notes for you test tomorrow

“WAIT WHAT”

you literally dropped your phone

“HEY Y/N WHY ARE THERE PHOTOS OF YOU ON ONGTHESLATES TUMBLR?? AND THEY LOOK HELLA AESTHETIC PLZ EXPLAIN”

going on tumblr you looked at seongwoo’s posts and noticed that it was the truth

he had posted a bunch of polaroids of you, including the one he took at the train station today that you assumed was only of the scenery

“istg when i see him again i’ll make sure to expose-”

mid way of trying to think of ways to get back at him your heart stopped beating at the caption he had put

“she thinks photos of her are tacky but all the photos i have of her taken over all the time we’ve spent together say otherwise right?”

you clicked on the notes on the post, which seemed like they were going up little bit by bit and saw what people had said

“is this your girlfriend O.O”

“she’s so pretty! tell her to start her own aesthetics blog!”

“you guys should become a couple aesthetics blog, that would be so cute~”

you could feel your face going red as you brought your face to your cheeks

“ugh ong seongwoo what are you doing?”

you had to admit it was a little sweet but it just made you feel a certain way that you didn’t want to feel

you still high key wanted to expose him

SO THE NEXT DAY you started walking over to your usual meet up spot when daniel all of a sudden started walking next to you

“lets go a different route this time!”

he started pushing you in another direction

while you were questioning where he was taking you, you noticed a bunch of photos on the ground that looked like familiar places to you

at this point while you were admiring the photos daniel had left you to jus wonder what they were for

so like what people do in the movies you started following the trail of photos while picking them up

which led you to a gazebo which you didn’t even know existed at your college

the trail also led you to ong, who had his back turned towards you.

“alright ong i don’t think turning your back towards me is going to make me not see you”

you laughed softly and you could hear him chuckle a little too

so he slowly turned around

and by slowly i mean like you wanted to go up to him and turn him around fully yourself

but when he did though, you gasped

actually gasped like not enough to put your hands to your mouth though

“ong what is that?!”

your face instantly lit up and you reached your hand towards a bouquet that had all these aesthetic photos of your and seongwoo

(try to imagine it i literally cannot explain it SHKD)

“I wanted to surprise you, i know we haven’t known each other long but i would love to start a blog together and with that blog start a nice beautiful relationship between the two of us?”

you smiled and took the bouquet out of his hands

“that was super cheesy but I guess i’m not against it, i would love to take aesthetic photos with you while also being a cute couple while we’re at it”

seongwoo’s face lit up

like you know when he smiles so big that it’s literally blinding,

that kind of lit up

he instantly picked you up and spun you around making you both laugh in the process

“gosh Y/N you are like the prince to my charming”

“that literally did not make sense”

he set you down and just gave you this teasing stare

“but you like me anyways rightt?”

he smiled at you and you couldn’t help but smile back

“of course i do”

before ong could respond daniel literally burst in and ruined the moment

“ALRIGHT LOVE BIRDS SEONGWOO PROMISED ME SOME BBQ IF THIS SUCCEEDED LETS GO EAT SOME”

daniel then proceeded to grab both of your arms and drag you towards the nearby place

“also count this as your kind of first date!”

seongwoo scoffed

“first date with a third wheeler?”

now it was daniel’s turn to scoff and they both continued to bicker while walking the whole way to the place.

even though you weren’t really tuning into their conversation, you kept on the looking at each of the photos of both you and seongwoo and couldn’t help but think about how great and sweet seongwoo is

even though he teased you and also exposed you

you start to get really excited about the future with him, and also probably daniel since they stick to each other like glue

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