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hajimesh · 3 years

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𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 — olympic team / fem reader

[ atsumu, sakusa, suna, kageyama, gao, bokuto, hinata, iwaizumi, oikawa ]

the stress of the first match seems to be taking a toll on the team's spirit, and you refuse to sit and watch them fail when you know you can be of help. but can you really handle all of them?

(or, where you end up having a gang bang with 8 professional volleyball players, and 1 athletic trainer)

⥅ word c. 7,928

⥅ warnings. sub reader, gang bang, foursomes, voyeurism?, fellatio, cum play, vaginal penetration, anal, unprotected sex, creampie, facial, size + stomach bulging kink, praise kink, mild degradation, double penetration, pussy job (for like, one second), double vaginal penetration, fingering, squirting, overstimulation, someone passes out, aftercare

⥅author n. brought to u thanks to this tweet + @kmorgzz who suggested adding iwaoi to the mix

special mention to my wife and love of my life, runa. @tsumue u had me laughing at 4am as i read ur comments in the google doc. i don't know what i'd do without u, tysm for beta and putting up with me for the past week ♡

ps. im v sorry if ur fave didn't make the cut (╥_╥) i added the ones im more familiar with, in terms of writing

if someone had told you you’d be attending the olympic games not as a spectator but as part of japan’s team, you’d have never believed them. but here you are, sitting in the same room with the most skilled players in the country as none other than their personal assistant.

“iwaizumi-san! do you think kageyama and i could pull off a quick attack right at the beginning of the set?”

“shoyo-kun, if there’s someone you’ll be doing the quick attack with it’s me,” atsumu’s eyes land on kageyama, smirking at the other setter from across the room, “right, tobio-kun?”

“you’re a disgrace.”

sakusa’s statement earns an offended scoff from the blond setter, the rest of the team rolling their eyes and sighing at the all-too-familiar scene.

“oi! we don’t have time for petty fights!”

after iwaizumi gets everyone’s attention back on him, he barely finishes explaining tomorrow’s match opponents and their plays without losing the team’s attention. he might be there to train them and make sure they’re on top of their game, but he knows when the team is lacking morale and, sadly, today’s one of those days.

the meeting is over and all of you go to the dining hall, fetching your dinner and sitting on your respective table with you right next to iwaizumi.

since you took that part-time job at the msby jackals, you quickly caught onto their small tics and tell-tale signs when something isn’t right. atsumu becomes a complete asshole which makes sakusa lose his temper sooner than usual. meanwhile, bokuto and hinata become very fidgety, often causing a bit of chaos around them as clumsiness radiates off of them.

when the national team was announced, you were offered the job as the trainer’s assistant—all thanks to the jackals who recommended you to their superiors for said position. your pay-check might say you’re just iwaizumi’s assistant, but you’re basically there to cover the needs of the entire team—all of them.

“iwa-chan!”

your head snaps to the side as a good-looking man takes the last free seat next to iwaizumi.

“aren’t you supposed to be sitting with your team?” iwaizumi asks him, taking a bite of his food while waiting for an answer.

the unknown man huffs exaggeratedly, rolling his eyes as he too starts to eat, “thought you’d miss your best friend.”

“hanamaki isn’t here.”

the stranger opens his mouth to reply, clearly offended by iwizumi’s words, when he notices you peeping at him.

“oh? hi! i think we haven’t met,” he shoots you a charming smile, bringing out his remarkably handsome features, “oikawa tooru, it’s nice to meet you.”

you introduce yourself, bowing at him and focusing back on your food.

both friends start to discuss tomorrow’s events, which inevitably brings out iwaizumi’s concern for his players.

“they seem off,” he’s playing around with the food as he stares at the players sitting in the table in front of yours, “i don’t know if i should talk to them or let them be.”

he’s clearly concerned for them, you can see it in his eyes—the doubt, wondering if he has been doing a good job with the team.

“iwaizumi-san, i-i… perhaps i could aid them this time?”

his head snaps in your direction, a mix of surprise and worry taking over his face, “no way, that’d be too much for you.”

oikawa’s eyebrows scrunch up as he observes you two but says nothing, choosing to listen attentively at you trying to convince iwaizumi while the latter sighs and reminds you that it’s not just the jackals this time.

it takes a while for iwaizumi to accept your offer, pondering the pros and cons, but he ends up accepting it; for everyone’s sakes.

“i’m lost.”

oikawa’s words make your insides flare-up, looking down at your hands in order to avoid looking at him, his curious eyes switching between his best friend and you.

iwaizumi ignores him, standing up from his seat and walking to the table in front of you with you and oikawa watching closely. the team turns to look at him, waiting for him to speak since it’s obvious it has to be something important by the severe look on his face.

“seeing as some of you are clearly out of it, our assistant here has very kindly volunteered to help you guys for tonight.”

a few heads immediately perk up, looking at you with bright eyes once you answer their silent question with a smile.

“please, be good to her. i’ll be there supervising anyways, so don’t think of trying anything funny.”

“oikawa-san! you’re coming with us, right?” hinata looks expectantly at said male, excitement clear in the redhead’s eyes, “she’s the best!”

both iwaizumi and you freeze on the spot, gauging oikawa’s reaction who only looks more confused.

“you’re welcome to join us, if you so desire,” it’s you who’s offering it this time, surprising iwaizumi and earning a worried glance from him.

oikawa can’t deny he’s dying to know what everyone’s so excited about, and after thinking about it for a few more seconds, he has made up his mind.

“shall we go, then?”

—

“alright, ground rules.”

just a handful of the team sits in the room, the ones who know what’s happening waiting eagerly for the green light while the rest wonders what the fuss is about. as much as you want to help them all, it’d be impossible; which is why iwaizumi picked the ones he thought needed the morale boost the most.

with a nod in your direction, he lets you know you’re free to speak.

“the jackals already know this,” you say and atsumu snickers from his seat, winking at you as hinata and bokuto nod excitedly, “but i’m not too strict about the entire thing.”

you can feel the pairs of curious eyes burning holes in you—trying to decipher what’s going on. so, after taking a deep breath and getting an awkward, encouraging smile from iwaizumi, you start voicing out the rules.

“please, be patient. there are so many of you and only one of me. i promise you’ll get your turn,” you give atsumu a pointed look, and this time it's sakusa who snorts while the blond setter rolls his eyes, “which brings me to the next rule, no seconds.”

a hand raises in the air, making you advert your attention to its owner.

“i still don’t get what’s happening,” suna’s eyes narrow down at you, noticing the embarrassment and hesitation in your posture.

“don’t worry, suna. we’ll show ya.”

“shut it, miya.”

clearing up your throat, you smile coyly at the middle blocker, “it’ll make sense once i finish explaining, suna-san.”

he shrugs but stays quiet. taking into account the jackals’ reactions plus the cryptic rules, an idea has already formed in his mind. but it couldn’t be that. right?

“uh, again, only one round. all entrances are fine,” you pause, going through the rules in your head to see if there’s anything you might be forgetting, “oh! and you’ll be paired up in teams of three to make things faster.”

“one more thing,” iwaizumi speaks up, this time looking at you instead of the awaiting men, “don’t forget to let us know how you’re doing.”

two loud claps break the tense atmosphere, “well, we should get started then,” atsumu raises from his spot and walks towards you. his hands cradle your face between them and lift it so you can face him properly, “what do ya say, princess?”

his lips land on yours before you can reply to him, a small squeal getting stuck in your throat when his hands travel down your body until he’s squeezing your ass.

you’re too caught up in the kiss to notice the new presence looming behind you.

“i’ll take your pussy before anyone can taint it with their dick.”

sakusa’s words make you shudder. you break apart from atsumu’s mouth to turn around and face him, his dark eyes alluring and drawing you towards him.

“oi, newbie,” atsumu calls out to suna who scoffs in return, “c’mere and join us.”

meanwhile, sakusa guides you to the bed, making you sit on his lap as you wait for the other two to show up. once they do, atsumu immediately settles behind you while suna stands awkwardly at the foot of the bed. it’s hard for you to read his expression since you’re not too familiar with him, so you offer him a reassuring smile and pat the spot next to you.

the rest of the team watches from their seats as the four of you get started.

suna lifts your chin, his eyes staring down at you before leaning down and kissing the corner of your mouth. he trails down your neck until he reaches your chest, sucking on the skin gently before running his tongue over the delicate area. in the meantime, atsumu unbuttons your blouse, taking it off and playing with your breasts while sakusa busies himself with taking your pants off.

“i get the hype, now,” suna whispers in your ear, blowing air on it and then biting down on your earlobe, making the hairs of your body rise.

his lips capture yours in a slow kiss —savoring your taste— and one of his hands goes to the back of your neck to keep you in place. his teeth play with your bottom lip, biting it softly and pulling away, his hooded eyes calculating your reaction.

“don’t get too excited, suna,” atsumu says from his spot behind you, pinching your nipples between his fingers and prompting a whine to escape your lips, “you’ll only get her mouth.”

“mhm, is that so?” suna’s question is directed towards you rather than atsumu, tilting your chin up and smirking at the dazed look in your eyes, “can’t wait to see that pretty mouth bulging with my cock, then.”

his lewd words earn a few coughs and clearing throats from the rest, which he chooses to ignore when your hand cups his growing bulge.

“enough you two, let the poor woman have a bit of pleasure too,” sakusa’s dark eyes look at you questioningly, silently asking if you’re ready to continue.

in return, you cup his face with your free hand and kiss his cheek—knowing he wouldn’t appreciate a kiss on the mouth when you just finished making out with another man.

they finish getting you out of your clothes until your bare cunt is hovering over sakusa’s lap. he’s quick to undress and ease his cock into you, suna and atsumu observing as they get rid of their clothes as well.

“fuck,” sakusa groans in your ear, the position allowing you to hide your face in his neck and wrap your arms around his shoulders, “always so tight.”

“scoot over, i need to prep her ass.”

suna snorts at atsumu’s words, pumping his cock twice before kneeling on the mattress—right next to you. he pats your cheek with the swollen head, looking down at you with a faint smirk.

“open up.”

your eyes immediately focus on his length, your mouth watering at the sight. you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, looking up at him and observing as he rests the tip on your tongue.

“looking so pretty with a cock in your mouth,” he slowly slides in, guiding your head down until half of him is inside, “so warm.”

a cold liquid dribbles on your backside, making you flinch forward and causing suna’s cock to slide in even more.

“relax, baby. it’s just me,” atsumu rubs the liquid on your asshole, playing with it with his finger before finally sliding it in.

your muscles contract involuntarily, making sakusa groan as he keeps still inside your pussy, waiting for you to grow used to the multiple things going on around you.

“hurry up before i start fucking her.”

a second finger slides in and you moan around suna’s cock, spit running at the corners of your mouth which reminds you to swallow. you hollow your cheeks and retract your mouth until only the tip remains inside, running your tongue over the slit and making the middle blocker shudder.

“someone’s hungry,” he muses.

you hum around him, bobbing your head back and forth and pumping the rest of his length with one hand.

“i’m gonna try get in now, okay?” atsumu taps your ass with his cock, lining it up with your asshole and thrusting in. he watches as the head of his cock finally slips in, groaning when the familiar tightness engulfs him, “that’s it, baby. doin’ so good for me.”

you have to remove your mouth from suna’s cock to avoid biting down on him, the stretch slightly more painful than pleasurable which eventually leads to you tensing up even more.

“you gotta relax,” atsumu says under his breath, strained by the way you feel around his dick.

it takes you around a minute to calm down, taking deep breaths until you feel yourself loosen up and, with one last push, he’s finally inside.

“omi?” you say against his neck, “could you move a bit, please?”

said man grunts as he starts to move his hips, your slick helping his cock glide in, “color.”

it takes you a few seconds to understand what he meant.

“oh! uhh, green.”

atsumu’s thrusts are slow —testing the waters— since the last thing he wants is to get yelled at for being too rough, too soon. but you’re growing impatient, moving your hips backwards and trying to get more of him inside of you.

“m-more, ‘tsumu. i can take it,” you say and he immediately complies, his muscular thighs now slapping against your ass.

suna remains kneeling next to you, cock in his hand as he waits for you to bring your attention back to him. but he doesn’t have to wait too long, your hand wrapping around his cock and guiding it back into your mouth once you’ve set a steady pace with the other two men.

“thought you had forgotten about me.”

he pushes your hair out of your face, watching your lips wrap around his girth. it’s taking all of his willpower to not hold your head and fuck your face until you’re gagging around him, afraid it might be a big ‘no’ from you. and since it’s the first time he’s getting to experience this, he decides to take whatever’s given to him.

“you’re so wet,” sakusa points out as he looks down at where you two are connected, observing his cock slide in and out of your cunt, covered with your slick.

“‘course she is, she’s being stuffed by three cocks.”

“feels good…” your manage to say after releasing suna with a pop, pumping his shaft with your hand, “a-am i making you feel better?”

a hand lands on your ass, causing you to yelp and tighten your hold on suna’s cock.

“what do ya think, hm? we’re getting our dicks wet in none other but our slutty little assistant's holes,” atsumu plays with your ass, squeezing it and humming when the imprint of his hands appears on the soft flesh.

“mhm, quite the slut you are,” sakusa whispers in your ear, kissing your neck afterwards, “as long as i get to make a mess out of that cunt of yours before anyone else, i will always enjoy these little sessions of ours.”

your eyes land on suna, waiting for him to say his thoughts on the matter.

his gaze drops to your hand, covered in his pre-cum and your spit which sends a jolt to his cock, making it throb in your hand.

“can’t say i hate it.”

you smile at his words, recognizing the challenge hidden behind them. your mouth wraps around the flushed tip, eyes closing when both sakusa and atsumu thrust up into your holes at the same time. you try to keep your hand steady as you suck suna off, but the lewd grunts and moans coming from them, plus their cocks filling you so nicely make your rhythm falter every once in a while.

a hand starts toying with your clit, causing you to moan around suna’s cock. the vibrations make him shudder, scowling at himself when he realizes his orgasm is approaching faster than he expected.

“fuck, fuck– princess? do you mind if i cum inside?” atsumu grunts.

your muscles clench at the thought of being filled with his cum, imagining the thick liquid oozing out of your sensitive holes only to stuff it back in with your fingers.

“y-yes, ‘tsumu. cum inside me,” you pant as your hands squeeze suna’s cock, pumping it faster as you notice his hips jerking towards you. you turn your face to look at sakusa, who has his eyebrows drawn upwards and his mouth open slightly as he too feels overwhelmed by the pleasure, “omi, you can cum inside as well.”

and he doesn’t need to be told twice, his large hands holding you by your hips so he can thrust his cock into your drenched cunt faster.

moans and squelching noises echo around the room. atsumu picks up his pace as he feels his orgasm approaching, his deep grunts fanning over your neck and taking over your hearing. the drag of sakusa’s pubic bone against your clit has you cumming shortly after. your head rolls forward as both men keep thrusting in and out of you, only stopping once their cum fill your clenching holes.

“shit– look at me,” suna orders you, and you barely have time to process what’s happening.

his cum lands on your face, his hand helping you pump his throbbing cock as the ropes of cum cover your skin. he exhales heavily once he’s done, brushing the flushed head of his cock over your swollen lips, and smearing the white liquid around them.

it’s silent for a few seconds, save for the heavy breathing and pants coming from your mouths.

“holy shit,” oikawa’s voice breaks the silence. his cock strains almost painfully against his pants at the sight of what awaits him.

“yeah, holy shit,” atsumu laughs off, brushing his hair out of his face with one hand as he massages the flesh of your ass with the other, “ya never disappoint, princess.”

with a grunt, the blond setter removes his softening cock from you, his honey eyes —plus a few curious ones— observing the way his cum dribbles out from your stretched hole. the same thing happens with sakusa, who lifts your hips off of him, his cock falling on his stomach and the mix of your slick and his cum dripping down on his length.

atsumu’s fingers immediately go to your cunt, pumping the juices back into you, “god, you love this. don’t you, baby?”

all you can do is whine, your hands clenching the sheets until he removes his fingers from your sensitive pussy, and stuffs them inside your mouth.

“we all get a turn?” kageyama whispers not so discreetly to hinata, who only nods eagerly in return.

you lick atsumu’s fingers clean which earns you a radiant smile from him.

“here.”

suna has his arm outstretched, handing you a tissue so you can clean your face.

“thank you,” you take it from his hands as you climb off of sakusa’s lap.

you’re cleaning the residues of cum on your face when a hand falls on top of your head.

“drink some water before you start the next round,” sakusa’s dark eyes suddenly seem warmer and kinder to you, patting your head before disappearing into the bathroom.

after tossing the used tissue away, you turn to iwaizumi and give him a firm nod.

“who’s next?”

your dazzling smile has the rest of the men in awe, silently praying it’s them who get to feel your body with their hands next.

“bokuto,” the wing spiker’s immediately perks up at the sound of his name, “you, kageyama, and hakuba are next.”

the three men raise from their seats and make their way towards the bed—towards you.

“hey, bo,” you offer a loving smile to him, “you ready?”

his strong arms wrap around you, kissing your cheek loudly and making you giggle, “it feels as if i’ve been waiting forever. of course, i’m ready!”

meanwhile, kageyama and gao stand at the foot of the bed, waiting for any instructions or a signal from you that could tell them when to start. luckily, you’re quick to notice their hesitation.

”is there a particular place where you want to be?” you ask them, looking specifically at kageyama and gao, since you want to make sure they feel included.

“dibs on your mouth!”

you blush at bokuto’s enthusiasm but accept his request, stroking his cheek as you wait for the other two to answer.

“i’ll take whatever,” kageyama says and scratches the back of his neck.

“me too,” gao smiles and takes a few steps towards you, making bokuto move away from you. his large hand tucks one piece of your hair away, his eyes staring at yours before dropping to your lips, “although, i think i’d like it better if i had your pussy gripping my cock. wouldn’t you like that?”

he presses his front against yours, his erection poking at your belly which earns a small gasp from you. you have to stop yourself from taking a look at the tent in his sweatpants, trying to figure out how much of him there is hidden inside the fabric.

“o-okay.”

the middle blocker smiles at you before diving down to your lips. his hands grab your waist, lifting you up from the ground and making you wrap your legs around his torso. he gently places you down on the bed and kisses his way down your neck until his mouth is right above your erect nipple.

“hey! i want to kiss her too,” bokuto complains, “you can’t hog her like that.”

“s’okay bo, come here.”

he doesn’t have to be told twice, immediately climbing onto the bed and leaning down to kiss your lips.

you grab the back of his head and run your fingers through his soft hair, pulling on it gently which causes a groan to rumble in his chest.

a pair of hands slide over your legs, pushing them apart until your bare cunt is spread wide open for everyone to see.

“you’re dripping, babe,” gao murmurs over your nipple, giving it a light tug before flicking his tongue over it, “do you want my cock that badly?”

you can only moan and nod, your lips still busy with bokuto’s.

but there’s someone who still has yet to join you.

“tobio-chan, if you’re not going to do anything then let me take your place instead.”

oikawa’s words snap you out of your daze. you pat bokuto’s cheek signaling him to let go of you, and the same thing happens with gao as you try to sit up. your eyes fall on kageyama who stands at the same spot with a conflicted look and an obvious erection in his pants.

“hey,” you crawl your way towards him and sit on your knees, “are you uncomfortable?”

his mouth opens but nothing comes out of it. he can feel the weight of everyone’s stare on him, making him look away from you.

a few seconds pass and there’s still no answer.

“you don’t have to do this, you know?” you say in a small tone, slightly confused as to why he’s rejecting you, “i just thought… i could help you relax.”

he nods, still avoiding your gaze.

you take a look at iwaizumi –who looks as equally as puzzled as you– before looking back at the setter.

“do you want to leave?”

at this, his head finally snaps towards you, “no, i-” he pauses. his eyes are immediately drawn to your mouth, making him involuntarily wet his lips, “i want to stay.”

relief washes over you, a timid smile spreading on your lips which is quickly mirrored by him. you take his hand in yours and guide him to the other side of the bed, urging him to join the rest of you. there’s a hunger in his eyes that has your pussy dripping with your slick, a sigh leaving your lips when your back hits the pillows as you watch him take gao’s previous spot.

“kiss me, tobio.”

and he does. it starts slow, hesitant, but it soon turns desperate. his tongue strokes yours before sucking on it, spit coating your lips thanks to the messiness of the kiss. the strain of his cock inside his pants becomes too uncomfortable to his liking, causing him to start humping against you, trying to relieve himself.

noticing his predicament, you move your hand between your bodies and palm his hard-on. he groans against your lips, his hips jerking forward seeking more of your touch.

in the meantime, both bokuto and gao pump their cocks with their hands, having taken their clothes off while you talked to kageyama.

gao squeezes the head of his cock between his hands, pre-cum oozing from the slit as he imagines the way your cunt is going to grip him, “babe, you’re making us suffer.”

“get in line!”

“atsumu, shut the fuck up.”

“baby?” bokuto asks from where he stands, his own cock stiff and ready to be inside your mouth, “we don’t mean to be pushy, but do you think you could get to us soon?”

“bokuto-san, you’re going to break a rule!” hinata says, clearly concerned for his teammate, “be patient, remember?”

the rest of the team laughs and you can’t help but join them.

at this, bokuto pouts playfully at you, “you’re just teasing me, baby.”

“then come here,” you gasp when kageyama’s mouth sucks at the base of your neck, “y-you wanted my mouth, right?”

bokuto kneels next to your face, patting the leaking tip on your lips.

“i’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours and you’re going to take it like a good girl,” he says, his tone leaving no room for questions, “open.”

you comply immediately, lolling out your tongue and waiting for him to rest his heavy cock on top of it.

the lewd sight in front of him makes bokuto shudder. his hands grasp your head, pushing you down his length until he feels your throat constricting around him.

“fuck– baby,” he grunts and gives a shallow thrust, “i know you can do better than that.”

you try to relax your jaw so you can fit more of him inside of your mouth. but as you are about to graze your nose against his pubic bone, a finger runs between your folds causing you to flinch.

“i’m still here.”

gao’s tone sounds stern, even if a playful smile tugs his lips upwards, you can see the seriousness swirling in his eyes.

kageyama sighs and leaves your side, stepping away momentarily to take his pants off.

the middle blocker takes it as his chance to settle between your legs as bokuto keeps your mouth busy.

“you’re drenched, sweetheart,” he muses, running his digits over your slit, “don’t worry, i’ll fill this pussy with my cock so well that you’ll be cumming in no time.”

your eyes travel to his shaft, watching as he pumps it twice before running it between your folds. your brows furrow when you notice how heavy it feels, making you wonder if it will fit in.

he lines himself up with your hole, pushing the head inside which is enough to have you whining around bokuto’s cock.

“you look so sexy,” bokuto groans, pushing your head away from him and watching your spit run down your mouth. he looks at kageyama who stands awkwardly with his cock in hand, “i guess we’re sharing her mouth.”

the setter’s eyes widen slightly before nodding, mimicking bokuto’s position and nudging his cock on your lips, “suck.”

your breath hitches at his order, caught off guard by his demanding tone. you grab his cock from the base and guide it into your mouth, pumping bokuto’s length with your other hand. you hum around kageyama, running your tongue over the head of his cock before hollowing your cheeks and sucking harshly on it.

but your attention on them doesn’t last too long, the sudden feel of your pussy getting split open by gao’s cock taking it away.

“so tight,” he grunts, one of his hands running over the skin of your inner thigh until he reaches your soaking cunt. he pulls your folds apart, watching you struggle to take his cock inside you—no matter how wet you are, “i bet those jackals haven’t been fucking you like you deserve.”

“oi!” “not true!”

you free your mouth from kageyama and use both hands to pump his and bokuto’s cock, “s-so big, ugh-”

gao pushes more of him in, half of his cock already inserted in you. but he’s just so thick, so big, that you can’t help but clamp down your walls around him. his thumb starts rubbing circles on your clit, trying to relax your walls, as his other hand settles on your abdomen.

“you’re going to be so full of my cock that you’ll be able to see it,” he gives a gentle pat to your belly, “right here.”

your grip on the other two men tightens as gao finally bottoms out, a whine breaking through your lips at the stretch.

“if only you could see yourself,” his thrusts are lazy, mesmerized by the way your belly bulges when he pushes his cock inside you, “so fucking sexy with my fat cock inside your cunt.”

your lips wrap around the tip of bokuto’s cock once more, closing your eyes as pleasure clouds your head. he thrusts in, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.

“good girl,” bokuto exhales, “taking my cock so well.”

you quicken the pace of your other hand, looking at kageyama as you obscenely suck bokuto.

the setter’s eyes refuse to leave yours, “who would’ve thought our assistant could be so naughty.”

“as if you’re complaining,” gao says, lifting your leg over his shoulder. the new angle allowing him to press his hips closer to yours.

“i never said i was.”

bokuto curses under his breath when you start sucking his balls, pumping the rest of his length with your hand and squeezing the head of kageyama’s cock with the other.

“you’re going to make me cum,” bokuto groans.

giggling, you lick your way up and run your tongue over the slit, “cum in my mouth.”

the sound of collective groans echoes in the room, a fair amount of players finding your words arousing.

“what a slut, let’s see if you keep talking when you’re covered in our cum.”

gao’s threat goes straight to your pussy, making you cream around his girth. the pace of his thumb on your clit quickens once he notices your walls spasming around him.

“ngh, fuck!” you’re breathing heavily by now, barely managing to keep the pace of your hands consistent, “i-i’m gonna… i’m gonna cum.”

“let go, baby.”

one of gao’s hands travels up your body until he’s pinching your nipple between his fingers.

“shit, shit, shit,” you’re thrashing underneath him, your cunt fluttering around his cock thanks to your orgasm.

kageyama’s way too focused on the way your face contorts in pleasure to notice how his hips have started to jerk faster. that is until the familiar coil suddenly snaps and his cum lands on your chin and part of your chest.

“h-how did you get even tighter- hah!”

warm spurts of cum fill your cunt, the sense of fullness intensifying as gao frees his load inside of you.

“i’m cumming, baby. fuck, fuck–” bokuto chants your name as he too reaches his orgasm, quickly shoving his cock into your mouth and releasing his thick cum inside of it.

you make sure to keep sucking him, milking his cock dry. once you remove your mouth from him, you bring his and kageyama’s cock closer to your face and pucker your lips, letting the mix of cum and spit fall on their cocks before giving a few kitten licks to the flushed heads.

gao starts to remove his cock from your insides, cursing at the state of your pussy once he’s finally out.

“holy fuck, she’s tightening around nothing.”

you let out a low moan when his fingers spread your lower lips, “t-too sensitive.”

“i think that’s enough,” iwaizumi intervenes, pushing him away, “color?”

“yellow,” but you continue as soon as you see his face become stern, “relax, i just need to calm down a bit.”

kageyama offers you a towel before awkwardly thanking you for your help. and after receiving a kiss on the forehead from bokuto, the three of them leave to go clean themselves.

“iwa-chan, why don’t you give her a massage?”

you let your body fall on the mattress, extending your arms above your head and moaning at the stretch.

“mm, that’d be nice.”

iwaizumi rolls his eyes playfully when he sees you pouting at him, “get on your stomach, i’ll be right back.”

in the meantime, oikawa and hinata take the spots next to you, eager to finally have their turn with you.

“you’re so pretty,” oikawa runs his hands over the skin of your shoulders, “those idiots are lucky to have you.”

your eyes start closing up, focusing on the feel of his fingers on your skin and making goosebumps appear all over your body.

“shoyo, we should help her relax too. don’t you think?”

you catch the suggestive tone in his voice, but his touch feels so good that you choose to ignore it.

both men start caressing your body, hinata’s hands paying special attention to your shoulders while oikawa pets your hair, murmuring sweet nothings.

“you ready?” iwaizumi pops back into the room, a bottle of oil and a clean towel in his hands.

“mhm.”

the towel rests on your ass, iwaizumi’s warm hands spreading the oil on your back and rubbing at the sore muscles.

“does that feel good, princess?” oikawa asks when he hears you sigh. you are about to reply when iwaizumi hits a sore spot, a groan slipping past your lips and making the setter chuckle, “can you tell me your color now?”

“green.”

oikawa looks at iwaizumi and both men seem to communicate through their eyes, the latter smirking before going back to work.

at first, you don’t pay too much attention to his movements, choosing to focus on the pleasure. but then you notice how his hands seem to ghost lower and lower until he’s kneading your ass, the towel long forgotten.

before you can comment on it, he moves them to your thighs, massaging the soft flesh. it all goes back to normal –or so you think– until his hands reach higher and his digits start grazing your slit.

“hajime…”

“shh,” oikawa coos in your ear, pushing your hair out of your face and kissing your temple, “let him take care of you.”

iwaizumi inserts one finger inside your pussy, curling it until he’s teasing the spongy walls.

whines escape your mouth, your hands gripping the bedsheets which are quickly replaced by hinata’s hands.

“so cute.”

another finger slips in and makes you open your eyes, looking at oikawa helplessly, “o-oikawa-san-”

“tooru,” he interrupts you.

“tooru,” you try his name and he hums, letting you know he’s listening, “could you… uh, k-kiss me?”

“of course, princess.”

he leans down to capture your lips, swallowing your moans when iwaizumi curls both fingers and massages your spot.

you open your legs, allowing iwaizumi to finger you better as you rut your hips on the mattress, rubbing your clit against the fabric of the sheets and chasing after your orgasm.

“iwa– faster, please.”

he complies immediately, causing wetness to gush out of your cunt and making the distinctive squelching sounds fill the room.

“i’m gonna– ah! i’m c-cumming!”

“cum for me,” he encourages you, and that’s all you need.

you gush around his fingers, your slick coating them as you squirm under the gaze of the three men.

hinata tugs at your hand, pulling you underneath him and kissing you sloppily. you gasp on his mouth, caught off guard by the sudden movement but quickly melting into the kiss.

he blushes once he pulls away, “s-sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

“it’s okay, shoyo,” you breathe out, caressing his cheek, “want me to help you?”

he beams at your offer, nodding eagerly as he watches you climb on top of him. you straddle his hips and run your cunt over his cock, shivering when his length grazes your clit.

“do you want me to ride you?” you whisper, playing with his hair.

“wait- i think i have a better idea.”

hinata lifts you from his lap and moves until he’s sitting on the edge of the mattress. he pushes your hips with his hands, turning you around so you’re facing away from him.

“you can sit on my lap now.”

your ass rests right on top of his cock, but he hooks his arms on your knees, spreading you open, as he lets himself fall back on the mattress.

“what are you–”

“oikawa-san, doesn’t this remind you of something?”

said man laughs, “how could i forget? we had quite some fun back in brazil, huh?”

you’re visibly confused, looking at oikawa with furrowed brows, “what do you want to do?”

“say, princess,” his tone suddenly sounds too sweet for your liking, “have you ever had two cocks in one hole?”

your eyes widen, looking back and forth between oikawa and iwaizumi—who has ridden himself of his clothes and sits next to you, his thick cock in his hand.

“i’ll take that as a no.”

“can we do that?” hinata asks from behind you, his breath fanning on your ear, “we’ll be gentle.”

“there’s literally another free hole for you to use!” someone yells, clearly annoyed they didn’t get the chance to do it.

oikawa clicks his tongue, “where’s the fun in that?”

after taking a minute to think it through, you agree to their offer, “okay… uh- iwa?” you turn to look at him, “what about you?”

seeing as there’s no room for him to take your ass, his eyes land on your mouth. and with two taps of his finger on your cheek, he lets you know his decision.

“think you can suck me off?”

they’re all given the green light when you answer his question. hinata raises you from his lap, aligning his cock with your entrance before letting your weight fall on top of it. you groan at the familiar thickness stretching you nicely, missing the flash of hunger in the setter’s eyes.

“my turn.”

oikawa presses the tip on your entrance, pushing forward and making room for his own cock.

the burn of having two cocks in one hole is new to you, but it’s surprisingly more pleasurable than you thought it’d be. you lift your eyes to look at oikawa, his gaze already locked on you, and you feel your pussy cream around their cocks at the lust in his eyes.

“enjoying yourself, princess?”

you moan when he bottoms out, watching the muscles of his abdomen contract and feeling his cock pulsing inside of you.

the thrill of being stretched by two cocks, at the same time, has your head spinning; your thoughts becoming lewd as you picture both men cumming inside you and globs of cum dripping from your abused hole.

“oikawa-san, did you feel that?” hinata asks. half-amused, half excited, “she’s squeezing us so well.”

“naughty, princess,” the setter grunts, “don’t forget about iwa-chan.”

you turn your head to face him, catching the irritated look he sends oikawa before looking down at you.

iwaizumi’s eyes immediately soften, but a smirk slowly tugs at the corners of his lips, “you seem busy.”

“there’s always room for japan’s national team athletic trainer.”

he can’t help but laugh, shaking his head at the silly title. he raises from his seat and settles himself above you, his cock hovering on your face and making your mouth water.

“whenever you’re ready.”

you don’t need to be told twice. grasping his thick cock with your hand, you lean forward and flick your tongue on the head, looking at him through your lashes with faux innocence.

“start moving,” iwaizumi hisses, the words directed at the other two men, “seems like she needs a little reminder of who’s in charge right now.”

oikawa and hinata look at each other with smirks on their lips. as hinata said earlier, they’ve been in this position before, so there’s no need for words between them since they both know what’s coming next.

hinata moves his head slightly to the side, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder and, at the same time, granting him the view of your cunt being filled with their cocks.

“look at her, oikawa-san” his eyes are locked on your pussy, captivated by the way you suck them in, “she looks so pretty with two cocks splitting her open.”

hinata’s lewd words prompt you to involuntarily moan, the vibrations landing on iwaizumi’s cock.

“hmm, you like it when you’re reduced to nothing but a slut. don’t you?”

you blink up at iwaizumi as you keep bobbing your head up and down his shaft, opting to hum to let him know you’re not ignoring him.

but his words catch someone else’s attention.

“is that true?” oikawa asks, amusement clear in his voice, “you like being reminded you’re a whore? how much of a greedy slut you are by fucking an entire volleyball team?”

you’re speechless, his words –matched with his and hinata’s harsh thrusts– causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head.

“answer me.”

oikawa’s hand wraps around your throat, barely applying any pleasure but it’s enough to send your mind into a frenzy.

after releasing iwaizumi’s cock from your mouth, you take a second to swallow down your spit before answering him.

“y-yes, tooru. i like being treated like a slut.”

his eyes sparkle with mischief, pleased by your words.

“good, because that’s how you’re going to be treated from now on.”

a hand travels to your throbbing clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive nub.

“s-shoyo!”

“shh, it’ll make you feel good.”

something wet slaps against your cheek, “don’t get distracted.”

you nod and go back to sucking iwaizumi off, moaning every time hinata or oikawa hit a spot inside your cunt. you dare take a look at where your body connects with both men, and you catch yourself becoming entranced by the way their cocks slide in and out of your pussy so easily.

you are familiar with hinata’s cock, but it’s nice to see the contrast between the two of them. while hinata’s length is thick and veiny, oikawa’s leans towards the slimmer side—but still with a considerable length. either way, both men manage to hit those sweet spots inside you and make you see stars.

“shit– princess,” oikawa falters a bit when he feels your walls fluttering around him.

“we can cum inside you, right?” hinata asks, sensing his orgasm approaching. after all, he had been waiting for his turn for around an hour.

you pull away from iwaizumi, a string of spit connecting your lips with his cock and causing it to twitch at the sight.

“you can cum wherever you want.”

“oh? the team’s cocksleeve,” oikawa adds, “i see.”

iwaizumi chuckles, combing your hair out of your face and pushing his cock back into the warmth of your mouth, “you like that nickname, sweetheart?”

with his length still in your mouth, you manage to hum in affirmation.

hinata’s pace on your clit quickens as his hips jerk faster, your cunt squeezing their cocks even more in return, “i’m cumming, ah– i-i’m gonna cum!”

he manages to say before you feel him twitch inside you, pumping his cum into your walls. the fullness plus his rapid movements on your clit cause the familiar warmth to take over your body. but it’s your fourth orgasm of the night, and before you can warn anyone, liquid spurts out of your cunt.

you squirm on top of hinata, gushing around his and oikawa’s cock while your mouth remains occupied with iwaizumi’s.

“holy shit.”

both oikawa and iwaizumi cum at the sight of you squirting before them, observing the wetness soaking oikawa’s abdomen and running all the way down onto the bedsheets. they groan as they feel their load releasing into you, oikawa filling your tender cunt while iwaizumi fills your mouth.

you try to swallow a bit of iwaizumi’s cum but it’s useless. your chest heaves in exhaustion, your eyes closing involuntarily as you’re being hit with wave after wave of fatigue.

“hey,” oikawa winces when he removes his cock from you. he shoots a worried glance at iwaizumi before he’s leaning forward so he can take a closer look at you, “princess? how are you feeling?”

iwaizumi nudges hinata with his knee, wordlessly telling him to let go of you.

the following moments become a foggy mess, your mind barely registering the pair of arms wrapping around you and carrying you somewhere else.

all you can feel is tiredness, and the dampness between your thighs, before you finally pass out.

—

consciousness slowly makes its way to you, replacing the sleepiness and making you aware of your surroundings as a familiar soreness sits heavy on your body.

in an instant, flashbacks from the previous night run through your mind.

you grip the duvet and push it away from you, only to notice the set of clothes you’re wearing: an oversized hoodie and a pair of sweatpants that clearly don’t belong to you. but you don’t have time to dwell on it, the sound of your ringtone blasting all over the room and making you scramble around the bed so you can answer the call.

but it’s of no use when it goes to voicemail—you were a bit too late.

when you manage to find your phone, you tap on the screen to see whose call you just missed.

‘hajime’

your fingertips hover on the contact name, debating between returning the call or wait for him to call you again. but a few notifications pop up at the top of the screen signaling you have three text messages from him.

hey, i guess you’re still asleep. don’t freak out when you wake up, you deserve the rest so it’s okay if you stay in bed. i left your breakfast on the nightstand and you can always call me if you need anything else.

and i thought you’d like to see this.

there’s a link attached at the end of the message.

you click on it and wait for the page to load, tapping your nails on the back of your phone anxiously. a headline in big bold letters takes over the screen and you have to stop yourself from squealing.

‘japan men’s volleyball team makes it past the first round.’

you start scrolling down the article, reading how spectacular the match was and how the entire team seemed to be in their best shape. you feel your face heat up when you read the argentinian team won their match too, with multiple comments praising oikawa’s performance.

with a smile on your lips, you go back to your messages to type a quick reply to iwaizumi. only to notice you have one more text from him.

it’s our turn to take care of you.

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shorkbrian · 4 years

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hirhuuruhurr step bro shinsou with his sister that loveD him before but now doesn't because they all of sudden ignores him, hates him, and sneers at him if he looks, touches or talks to her, maybe he even brings up how when they were kids she used to love her big brother so much ahurhurhuiirurhurrr if hating shinsou would be a job stepsis reader would be the richest person alive hurhrurhurr😳

Prelude - idek what this is im so sorry man hope it doesn’t disappoint

Pairing - Stepbrother Shinsou X Reader

Prompt - Right at the top babeyy

Warnings - NSFW, noncon, dubcon, blowjobs, cunnilingous, full on NSFW

Music - I listened to https://youtu.be/N8aSrLda8_Q on repeat. Doesn’t really fit the one shot but It’s what I listened to so

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You were careful now, took precautions. You had a list of rules that you kept track of in your head, rules that kept you safe, rules that kept you sane. There weren’t many, but you clung to them nonetheless, let them be your mantra.

1. Never be alone in the same room. This one seemed easy. It was anything but. Always hovering and clinging to your mom had annoyed her after a while, and your dad was almost never home. But you managed the best you could. If you were in the kitchen and heard Shinsou say hi to your mom as he came through the door, headed for the kitchen, you would abandon ship. Leaving half-prepared food on the counters had gotten you in trouble a couple times, but you’d rather get scolded for a minute or two than get cornered by your stepbrother.

2. Always lock your door. Your mom didn’t understand why you broke down in tears when she denied your request to get a lock on your bedroom door. Thankfully, she backtracked, saying that if it was so important to you, dad would pick one up and install it that weekend. It made you feel better, even though you could never shake the feeling that you weren’t completely safe.

3. Don’t let him touch you. The most important of them all. No hugs, no high-fives. If you were sitting on the couch and Shinsou happened to sit next to you, you would immediately get up and move to a different seat. Your parents were oblivious, never questioned why. At the dinner table you started sitting next to your dad, where mom usually sat, instead of next to your stepbrother. Once again, your parents didn’t notice, though your mom had commented on your more-sour-than-normal moods multiple times.

She picked up on your refusal to be around your brother, how your face twisted into a frown whenever he got home from working at the carwash, the way you stiffened and got defensive if he was in the room. She chalked it up to a fight, siblings being siblings.

You wish it had been that simple.

It had been a fight, sort-of. You had tried to playfully punch him at first, when he dragged you to his room without telling you why. Shinsou probably just wanted to play video games or something, maybe he had gotten a new game and was excited about showing you?

But when he shut the door behind you two, he got rougher, grip tighter. He led you to the bed, asked you to sit down. You did. He asked you to suck him off, unbuckling his belt and pulling down the zipper of his jeans.

It was vague, you tried not to remember the details. You had hit him, punched him straight in the stomach, rising to your feet. He wasn’t expecting you to kick him between the legs. You weren’t expecting for him to hit you back, the force of his slap making you lose your balance, totter back and sit down heavily on the bed, face burning red. It hurt.

It didn’t stop hurting.

It hurt when he pulled your hair, guiding your mouth to his cock. You didn’t want to taste it, didn’t want anything to do with it. You didn’t like the smell, his pubes were scratchy on your face as he rubbed his cock over your face when you refused to part your lips.

It hurt when Shinsou got tired of that, when he shoved you onto your back and straddled your chest. You couldn’t breathe.

It hurt when he pinched your nose, forcing you to open your mouth or risk passing out.

Tears were clouding your vision by the time he finished, lungs burning, heart hurting.

No matter how hard you tried to forget, the memory was still there, was always there; consuming, haunting you.

——

You could barely stand to look at him now.

The purple-haired man acted as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn’t forced his cock down your throat, as if he hadn’t violated your trust. You hated him. He would try to talk to you, ask you how school was going or if you wanted to go hang out at the movies. If yours parents were in the room, you always gave him a curt “No”, but if it was just the two of you, Shinsou asking you through the locked door of your room, his questions were met with silence. Your stepbrother didn’t deserve anything from you.

Weeks passed, with Shinsou trying to interact with you and your blatant refusal to even acknowledge his presence. He had tried to pull you into a hug one day, right after you had gotten home from class. You had just come through the door, turning to shuck off your shoes before heading up to your room when arms encircled your chest, pulling you back into a lithe body. It was suffocating.

The second you saw purple hair out of the corner of your eye, you were thrashing, twisting in your brother’s strong grip, wriggling out of his grasp. He had let you go, and you turned, rounded on him like a wild animal - teeth bared, eyes full of fear.

Shinsou was silent, looking at you with an indiscernible emotion in his eyes. The both of you were frozen, staring at each other, daring one another to make the first move. Your brother reached out towards you, hand headed toward your hair as if to push the messy strands away from your face. You slapped his hand away with a flat “Don’t you fucking touch me.”, but your wrists were suddenly pressed together, Shinsou’s large hands trapping them in an iron grip, pulling you towards him before you had time to blink.

It was scary, pressed up against your brother, wrists immobilized, the man looking down at you with furrowed brows. Was he angry? He had no right to be. Without thinking, you were biting on his arm, a exclamation of pain being cursed out by your brother. He let you go, cradling his arm to his chest and you bolted, taking the steps two at a time to reach the safety of your room. He didn’t try to touch you after that.

Shinsou lingered more often now. You knew the man would hesitate outside your door, hear his gentle, even footsteps falter, pause before moving on to his own room further down the hall. When you were drifting off to sleep, your doorknob would rattle quietly, clicking as it turned, as someone tried to open it. You knew it was Shinsou; your parents would knock and ask to come in. You were so grateful for the lock. Still, whenever the noise was heard, you froze, fear clenching your muscles and making you breathless. It was impossible to relax until the noise stopped, until you heard the soft sigh from the other side of the door, then retreating footsteps.

It was always hard to sleep after that. Why couldn’t he just leave you alone?

—— “Alright honey, you have our numbers, you know to call if anything comes up! I love you!”

You waved to your mom, biting your lip as you watched your parents pull out of the driveway, watched their car disappear down the road. They were going on a trip, something with your dad’s work. Mom figured it would be a nice little getaway if she went with him, take some time just for the two of them. You knew she also figured that it would give you and your brother to work out whatever little ‘squabble’ that had seemed to sour your relationship. She had told you so, told you that she knew how siblings could be.

“You two just need to communicate, tell him what he said or did that has you so upset. He’s a rational guy, I’m sure he didn’t mean to make you angry with him. I’m sure the two of you can work it out.”

If only she knew.

You wanted to tell her. But how does one start a conversation like that? “Hey, just letting you know! Your son forced me to suck his dick! It was awful lol.” Just didn’t seem appropriate. Neither did “Your son scares the bejesus out of me! I’m afraid he’s going to rape me lol, please help haha!”. You were so ashamed. And now you were going to be stuck with Shinsou, by yourself, for a full two weeks.

At least you still had school. You could stay in your room when you weren’t at school, maybe you could hang out at the library too? Anything to get out of the house, away from your brother.

Shinsou had work, and you knew the basics of his schedule. Knew he left before you woke up in the morning. Got back around 3 or 4 in the afternoon. Was off Friday through Sunday. It should be easy enough to avoid him. He was gone right now, it being mid-morning on a Monday. Stepping back into the house, you took a deep breath, sinking down to a crouch after shutting the door. You could do this, stay safe, make it through the next two weeks without your parents around to act as a buffer between you and your brother.

—— You had just finished lunch, a simple affair of a crappy PB&J, and were sitting down to watch TV. There were some episodes of your favorite show that you wanted to catch up on, and now was the perfect time. Or, it would be if you didn’t hear keys rattling in the door.

A quick glance at the clock had you worried, the time being barely past 1. Shinsou wasn’t supposed to be home yet. Oh well, you figured you could just go hole up in your room, maybe work on homework or play computer games. As you turned off the TV, you heard the front door open, close, a soft grunt as Shinsou struggled to kick off his shoes.

Unfortunately, to get to the stairs you had to pass by the entryway, and the second you did, Shinsou noticed you.

“(Y/N), hey.”

You didn’t answer.

“I know you can hear me. Can I talk to you about something?”

He was following you up the steps, a menacing presence. “Shouldn’t you be at work? Leave me alone.” You were in the hallway now, socked feet padding softly as you quickened your pace.

“I’m getting two weeks off. I wanted to ask-“

“Why the hell are you getting two weeks off?”

You whirled around, bracing yourself in your doorway. If he tried to come in, you could slam the door in his face. But you wanted to know, why was he getting a vacation, especially now?

Shinsou had his hands in his pockets, looking off to the side as he shrugged. “I dunno…. Don’t really care either. But I was thinking, since mom and dad are gone-“

“I’m not doing anything, going anywhere, or talking to you. Stay the fuck away from me.” You cut him off, moving to shut the door, mind whirling as you tried to think how this impacted your ‘avoid-Shinsou-at-all-costs’ plan.

A foot stopped the door from closing, Shinsou grabbing the door with a hand and wrenching it open, out of your grasp. He looked frustrated, the small crease that showed up between his eyebrows when he was irritated was visible as you glanced at his face.

“Can you let me talk? You keep interrupting, it’s rude.”

“I don’t fucking care, let go of the door.” You grabbed the handle, tried to tug it shut. Shinsou wouldn’t let you.

“That’s another thing - you have such a dirty mouth. Didn’t anybody ever teach you that ladies shouldn’t swear? Your manners are atrocious.”

He was prying open the door, stepping inside, sneering down at you as he talked, voice low and full of venom. Small steps backward, you shot him a glare, staring into his stupid violet eyes. You hated him so much.

“Fuck off, what are you, an incel? Figures. Now get the hell out of my room.” Shinsou was scaring you, herding you further into your room. You wanted this conversation over, him gone, door closed and locked.

The man smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. “Or what? You’ll call mom? Dad?” Shinsou scoffed. “As if they’d believe you.”

Your stomach dropped.

“Y’know, I really did just want to talk.” Shinsou continued, reaching behind him to swing the door shut, clicking the lock into place. You started breathing harder, short gasping breaths. “But you are just have to be difficult, don’t you? Always so disrespectful.”

He was stepping towards you, backing you up against your bed. This couldn’t be happening, you were starting to feel sick to your stomach, dizzy, unable to breathe.

“Shinsou, get out. Get the fuck out, right now.” You hoped you sounded less scared than you felt - but you knew your voice sounded small, could hear the waver of fear underneath each word.

“No. You’ve been avoiding me for weeks now, not saying hi, not letting me hug you, sit next to you. I think you need to be taught some manners, need to learn a little respect.”

You were trapped now, legs pressed against your bed, Shinsou getting closer and closer. You couldn’t just sit there and take it like last time. A split-second decision and you were launching yourself to the side, trying to dodge around Shinsou, run to the door. If you could get out of the house, maybe you could convince your neighbors to let you stay with them.

Shinsou clotheslined you.

He fucking clotheslined you.

A choked yelp left your mouth as his arm slammed against your throat, the force causing you to stumble back, gripping at your throat. That was cheap. He was pushing you, shoving you onto your bed with almost no effort, his eyes boring into you, watching as your face turned red, eyes got puffy.

“Don’t make me hurt you, you know I can.”

“Shinsou don’t you fucking dar-“

“Shut up. Shut your stupid little mouth.” He cut you off, climbing onto your bed, hovering over you. He was breathing hard too, panting almost. “You need to be polite, be nice to your older brother. Stop cussing or else I’ll gag you, got it?”

Shinsou was grabbing your face, fingers digging into your jaw, the pressure too much for you to handle. There was no use fighting him. You nodded quickly, and he let go, leaning back. “Good. Now take off your shirt.”

Trying to think of a way out of this, you hesitated. The purple-haired man noticed. “Take off your shirt, or I’ll do it for you. Choose.”

With trembling hands, you removed your shirt. You hated him.

Shinsou was still sitting on his heels beside you on the bed, looking over your body, pleased. “Good girl. Now lay back, no no, don’t cover yourself. Lay down.”

You did as he asked, resting your back against the soft covers of your bed. You distantly realized you were going to have to throw out your bedding after this. There was no way you’d be able to sleep in it after this, even if you washed it.

Your brother stood, unbuckling his belt and shucking off his pants while you arranged yourself, and you looked away. You didn’t want to see him, see what he had between his legs. Yeah, It had been in your mouth, but you tried to forget about that. It threw you off guard when hands hooked around the hem of your shorts, your head whipping up to see Shinsou fully nude, sliding down your shorts and panties in one fluid movement. You wanted to kick at his face, give him a black eye. You would, if you weren’t terrified of what he would do to you after.

The man climbed back on the bed, patted your face gently as he moved to straddle your abdomen. You closed your eyes before you caught sight of his dick.

“Shinsou, don’t do this. You can’t, I’m your sister. Please.” It was worth a shot, begging him to leave you alone, put his clothes back on and the two of you could pretend this never happened.

“Be quiet. Let me enjoy you and I’ll make you feel good too, alright?”

You flinched when you felt his hands (they were always so cold) grip your chest, push your tits together. When he spat on the space between them, you almost gagged. Eyes still closed, you could feel him position his dick, begin sliding it in-between your chest. It didn’t hurt, but your head did. You wanted to stop.

Shinsou groaned, thrusting picking up speed, his cock dragging smoothly between your tits like it belonged there. He was using his hands not only to squeeze your chest together, but to play with your nipples, running a finger or two around each one, occasionally flicking them. You wouldn’t allow yourself to admit it felt kinda good.

It didn’t take too long, Shinsou desperately humping against your chest and moaning, before warm cum was striped across your chest, some of it landing on your neck. He must’ve been pent up for while - when he made you suck him off he lasted much longer. With a sigh, Shinsou shimmied down your body, noticing your flinch when his cock brushed against your stomach.

“I’m gonna clean you up, then we’ll play some more, don’t worry.”

You hated him.

Your eyes opened when you felt his tongue on your chest, and you realized with disgust that he was licking up his own cum, watching your face while he did so. It was filthy. You tried not to shiver when his tongue laved over your nipples, or when he latched onto your throat, sucking with a gentle intensity that made your insides tingle.

Before you had too much time to feel guilty about that, He was moving again, getting off of your body. Hopefully he was done? As he rearranged himself on his side, pulling you onto your side to face him, it was clear that he wasn’t. Shinsou had his semi-hard cock in your face, had his own face nudging towards your thighs, towards your trembling pussy. This was so disgusting.

“Shin-“

He slapped your pussy.

You yelped when his hand came in contact with your cunt, making you buck away from the sensation. Well, at least, you tried to. His other hand had a firm grip on your thigh, kept you on your side facing him.

“What have I told you? Do I really need to shove something in your mouth to shut you up? Put me in your mouth, no teeth or I’ll do something you won’t like.”

With a frown, you obeyed, gingerly grabbing his cock and leading it to your mouth. You had seen a few dicks before, and luckily his wasn’t crazy thick, or long, or thin. Admittedly, he had a nice, normal dick, in perfect proportion with his lean body. You didn’t want to put it in your mouth, but you didn’t want anything to happen to your pussy.

His dick was wet with spit and cum from where he was fucking it against your chest, and you wanted to gag as you licked at the tip, shuddering when Shinsou groaned low in his throat. Before you could think about it too much, you shoved as much of him in your mouth as you could handle, wrapping your hand around the rest that couldn’t fit.

Shinsou’s hips bucked forward, and you almost did gag, not expecting it. But you regained your composure, began sucking gently at his dick like it was a ring-pop, cringing at the salty taste that lingered on the soft skin.

You could feel him lifting up your thigh, leaning forward. You jumped when His tongue began running over your pussy lips, slicking you up with his saliva. Your own hips twitched, trying to resist moving at the heavenly sensation of his tongue running through your folds.

He was moaning into your pussy, tongue fucking you. You could feel him smile whenever he coaxed a noise out of you - could feel the vibrations of each gasp or trembling moan on his dick as you did your best to suck him off. It was becoming increasingly hard to keep your hips still, much more so when his tongue slipped out of your opening and came to flick over your clit.

Embarrassingly, you almost screamed when he wrapped his lips around the little nub, sucking with vigor. It was too much, you had to draw your head back and let his dick slip out of your mouth to give you room to cry.

He kept humming while he sucked, and before you knew it, you were cumming, hands still clutched tightly against his dick while you trembled and wailed through your orgasm. It took a moment for the aftershocks to leave you, before Shinsou relented in his talented licking and sucking. He drew back, sat up - his fully-hard dick slipped out of your hands. You hadn’t even realized you were still holding onto it.

“Felt good, yeah? What do we say when someone does something nice for us?”

Still trying to come down from cloud nine, you weren’t really listening. You came crashing back down to earth when Shinsou reached forward, grabbed your jaw again, squeezing even tighter this time.

“What do we say? Tell me.” His was growling, irritated at your lack of manners. His grip was so tight that it hurt to open your mouth to reply, hurt to whisper out a stuttered “Thank you Shinsou.”. It hurt on the inside too.

Satisfied with you answer, your brother released your face, cooing as he again shifted on the bed. He grabbed you, flipped you onto your stomach, despite the way you whispered out soft “no, no, no.”’s as he did so. You had hoped he would be done after he came on your chest, had hoped he would leave after making you reach your own orgasm.

He was kneeling behind you, grabbed one of your legs and lifted it into the air, twisting your lower body so your hips were sideways. Shinsou lined his cock up with your pussy, not even letting you breathe before he began pushing in. It didn’t hurt, but you were still sensitive from your previous orgasm. He was gentle at first, your brother fucking you with care and a gentleness that had you crying. Why was he doing this, any of it? Why couldn’t he find someone else, anyone else other than his sister?

It started hurting when his pace picked up, his hips grinding into you quickly, skin slapping together lewdly. You tried not to speak, tried not to let the gasps and moans and whimpers leave your lips. Shinsou was likewise quiet, enjoy the sounds of your lovemaking with his eyes closed. His hands were still so cold, gripping your leg and holding it in the air, the other wrapped around your hip, lifting you so his cock could hammer into you at the perfect height.

He was fucking into you so fast, you couldn’t think, could barely breathe. It was impossible to hold on to the disgust, the revulsion that crawled up your throat when you remembered who it was that was working your pussy so well. It felt good, his cock sliding through the wet of your pussy, the friction smooth and delicous and -

You whimpered as you came, hands clawing at the sheets, writhing in Shinsou’s hold. Your brother didn’t stop, although he groaned when he felt your pussy clenching down on his cock, rhythmically massaging the length. Instead, Shinsou kept his fast pace, despite how you wailed and babbled and twitched, asking him to “Stop, stop! Shinsou, stop stop I can’t!”

“Remember what I said about manners?” His was panting hard, voice low. “You don’t get anything until you say please.”

“Please! Shinsou please, please stop! Please-“

He was still jackrabbiting into you, ruthlessly pounding you into the mattress. Was he listening? You had said please.

“Shinsou! Please oh please I can’t-“ With a disgruntled huff (he was hesitant to leave your tight warmth), Shinsou pulled out, dropping his hold on your lower body. Within seconds, he had his hands around his cock, stripping it furiously over you, eyes never leaving your sweaty, heaving form.

“Say “Thank you Shinso”. Say it. Tell me how grateful you are.”

“T-thank you Shinsou.” You sniffed, trying not to sob. You knew he wanted you to say more, but that was going to have to be good enough.

The man groaned, his hips humping his cock into his hand before he squeezed his eyes shut, and he then was cumming. It shot out of his cock and onto you, over your hip and the flesh of your backside, his hips still working.

When he was finished, Shinsou collapsed onto your bed next to you, breathing hard.

“(Y/N)….” HIs voice cracked. “(Y/N).” He tried again. “You’re…. That was really good. Thank you.” He leaned towards you, placed a chaste kiss on your cheek. You shoved down the need to recoil from his touch.

You hated him.

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Born To Die| OSH | 08

pairing: Oh Sehun x Reader genre: Mafia!Sehun rating: 18+ warnings: violence, gun use, mature language, smut (in future chapters), slow burn. words: 17k summary: a collusions of worlds is supposed to kill, but what if it can do something else?

A/N: Im going to let chapter 8 do the talking for itself ;) remember feedback is important, like AND reblog, so drop into my askbox once you’re done, lets chat hehe

TW// Warning this part contains some material that might be sensitive to readers as it depicts scenes of blood, mentions of gun use and violence, readers discretion is advised.

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“We split up; cover what needs to be covered then regroup to scope the basement? Sound good?” Baekhyun told him just after breaking down the door to the rather drab building, their flashlights illuminating the foyer in wide circles; the light dancing with the dust in the air.

“Sounds good to me,” Chanyeol gruffed back, tapping his back pocket to make sure he had a spare magazine, “Boss find out why we’re here?”

“Nope,” Baekhyun hummed, checking his gun, “Kyungsoo tried to follow through with Jongin’s lead, didn’t get us anywhere.” He sighed softly

“Lovely,” Chanyeol was keeping it short, something Baekhyun noticed.

“You good?” Baekhyun asked nonchalantly, eyebrow quirked, “You were quiet the whole ride here.” Chanyeol shook his head.

“I’m fine,” He grumbled, “Just don’t see the point in this that’s all.” Baekhyun tried to not roll his eyes at that one.

“I don’t just mean today,” Baekhyun clicked his tongue, “You’ve been in a bad mood all week,”

“I have not.” Chanyeol snapped slightly, but Baekhyun merely smirked.

“My point exactly, save it for someone else,” Baekhyun chuckled, “You can pull that shit with anyone else but not with me, got it? So, spill.”

“We don’t have time for this,” Chanyeol tried to walk away, shaking his head, “We’ve got a job.” But Baekhyun caught his arm, making the taller male look at him.

“You can stomp around the compound till your heart's content, Yeol,” Baekhyun started with a look, “But when something eating at you, it hinders your ability to think – and we can’t have that, not now.”

“So, you’re not asking me cause you care?” Chanyeol’s eyebrow flicked up as he looked down at the man, “You just don’t want me shot.”

“I do care, you wouldn’t be here if I didn’t,” Baekhyun’s hands raised in a calm down gesture, placating the man for a brief couple seconds, “You’re showing that you’re upset over something so I’m asking you as a friend, what’s wrong.”

“We’ll talk about it later,” Chanyeol sighed, looking around the area, “Not worth discussing now okay?”

“You promise?” Baekhyun smirked softly, but there was a friendliness to it.

“I don’t make promises, as you told me to,” Chanyeol smirked back at him, “Now do your job.”

“Sehun’s rubbing off on you,” Baekhyun laughed while walking towards the stairs, “I’ll meet you in the middle, sound good?”

“Sound good,” Chanyeol nodded before walking towards the corner that led to the ground floor apartments.

“Stay safe,” Baekhyun sang slightly which Chanyeol shook his head at.

The apartment building was disgusting, meaningless graffiti slew across desolate walls that were barely holding on – the musty smell had Chanyeol’s nose turning up slightly as he flashed his light down the hallway that held the apartments; the dust dancing in the bright light.

“Where did Jongin get this place…” Chanyeol mumbled to himself, flashing his light up at the first door.

Apartment G1

He took as deep a breath as he could before he tried the doorknob, the old piece of wood falling open as Chanyeol applied a bit force – a cloud of dust kicking up with it, Chanyeol’s hands swatting the particles away with a cough.

“And why are we doing it at night,” He mumbled on from his point earlier, readying his gun as he stepped into the apartment.

It was a pretty basic layout, open plan kitchen living room that probably reversed in each home with a small hallway that led to the only bedroom and bathroom in the place; it wasn’t as light as what the apartments up on the floors would be but Chanyeol merely just prepared himself for the dark before fully walking into the place. The place looked like it hadn’t been touched in years, aside from the small graffiti that was littered it seemed no one ever stuck down here.

“They probably all slept in one room for safety,” He spoke to himself quietly, thinking of the fact that this area was rife with homelessness and there were rumours of numerous break in’s here – not that the pace showed it.

Chanyeol was careful when he opened door to the only bedroom, coughing softly at the stench of mould that filled the room; a breeze whistling in from a left open window. It was strange for a window to be open in an apartment that looked like it handed been touched in a while, but at the same time; Chanyeol didn’t know how long it had been open for. A small sigh passed his lips as approached the thing, shining his light into the ground outside; a fat lot of nothing.

“Note to self,” Chanyeol mumbled while giving the bathroom the same treatment, “Talk to Jongin about the validity of his tip-offs,”

There were sixteen different apartments in the one stretch of hallway, all categorised by the same peeling green door and faded gold numbers – something that grew monotonous to Chanyeol after the 4th apartment as they were all as empty as the last.

Apartment G5

“Here goes nothing,” He faintly whispered to himself as he went to open the door but stopping slightly as he looked down at the ground; the door just barely open.

Unnoticeable to some, a patch of dust that had been clinging to the old wooden floors had been recently disturbed; Chanyeol remembering how his boots left marks in the settling dust and how easy the dust could settle again. Placing his hand on his gun that was tucked into his pants, he opened the door; letting the wood bounce off the wall behind it.

The apartment looked as untouched as the last but faintly on the floor near the hallway, there was a scuff that alerted Chanyeol that he wasn’t alone; drawing his gun up in front of him, he took a careful step into the apartment; wary of any loose floorboards that might alert anyone straight away that he was entering.

Planting his shoulder to the adjacent wall that led down the hallway, Chanyeol took a small breath before swinging himself around; the butt of his gun connecting with flesh making him grit his teeth.

Dressed completely in black with a covered voice, he heard a modulated gasp come from the mouth of his assailants mask; Chanyeol wasting no time in gripping the man by the scruff of his neck to toss him into the open plan – dust springing up everywhere as the body landed with a thud.

“Who are you,” Chanyeol demanded, aiming his gun at the person, switching the safety off.

A modulated laugh siphoned out of the mask the man was wearing, his shoulders jumping slightly as he laid back on the ground, arms folded over his stomach like nothing was happening. Just as Chanyeol was losing his patients with the idiot, the man held up a remote shaking it slightly just at the same time Chanyeol felt something cold pressing into the back of his skull. The cackling man still laughed, taking a breath before speaking again.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Park Chanyeol?”

Baekhyun liked to imagine that the precious few hours before Electric Kiss opened its doors were supposed to be his quiet time; a small amount of time that he dedicated to ignoring everyone that tried to talk to him unless it was of the utmost importance, one where he could sit at his cushy desk and imagine that he was a regular guy that worked a regular job. But Baekhyun was not a regular guy – something that was becoming more and more evident as he found himself slammed in the chest with a foreign object on the way to get a meagre drink from the bar.

“How are you today, Baekhyun?” He mimicked his newest workers voice whilst glaring down at her, before answering himself in a conversation that wasn’t happening, “I was fine, almost peaceful until someone decided to get in my way.” He snapped softly, brushing the hand that was holding something to his chest away with an annoyed tsk.

“My composure is now wearing thin,” He plunked an eyebrow at the girl in front of him, his eyes flicking between Y/N and Joohyun, the later who was wearing a wince behind the bar, “What do you want.”

“What’s this?” She waved a crème envelope in front of his eyes, his eyes narrowing slightly at this thing.

“If I say a piece of paper can I go?” He asked with a raised brow, but she merely glared at him.

“Baekhyun,” She snapped slightly, but he merely rolled his eyes and plucked the thing out of her fingers – his eyes narrowing at the silver insignia on the wax seal, the tree of life staring him in the face.

“Unless I’ve been leaving my stationary around then I’m curious to where you got this,” He frowned, opening the envelope quickly – the familiar cursive written across the thick crème paper, the feeling of a look passing over his eyes.

“You are warmly invited to a night of festivities, courtesy of Exodus.

It would be with great pleasure if you would honour us with your presence at the Byun City Estate this coming Friday for a black-tie event.

We look forward to your attendance.”

“Night of festivities my ass,” He spoke to himself as he watched the women in front of him look utterly confused, a small roll of irritation passing down his spine before he thrust the paper back to her.

“Joohyun,” Baekhyun smiled rather tensely at his other bartender, “Be a peach and let me borrow her for a bit, we’ve got some things we need to discuss.”

“Is everything okay, Byun?” Her eyebrow quirked slightly, a glimmer of something in her eyes as she flicked between himself and Y/N.

Baekhyun merely gritted his teeth in a rather tense smile before parting without a word, the scurry of feet behind him signifying that the woman in question was indeed following him. The walk to his office was brief but it felt like an eternity at the same time as the two went without words, and well he was without a drink and a little irritated to the point he flinched himself when he opened the door to his office with a little more aggression than what was needed.

“Sit.” His gestured to the plush seat in front of his desk lazily, while rounding the magnificent piece of dark wood himself.

He let out a rather stressed sigh as he sunk down into his leather desk chair, the cushions hugging his tense back muscles in a warm embrace – Baekhyun’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment to savour the feeling.

“What is this all about?” Your voice broke his silence, a puff of air passing through his lips as he opened his eyes to look at you; probably the vision of a tired man. “Why am I being invited to your house?

“Where did you get that invitation?” He countered with a slightly raised brow.

“I asked first,” He rolled his eyes as you snapped back.

“Watch the tone,” Baekhyun huffed at you, “Just answer the damn question, you’re not in trouble here.”

“I came home from work two days ago and it was laying on the floor of my entryway,” You huffed back at him, laying back on his leather chair as you did, “You’re the only Byun I know so I figured you could tell me.”

“What does he see in you, I’m still yet to work that out” Baekhyun eyes rolled, lounging carefully back into the plush chair, “I can’t tell you why you got one because I didn’t see it off, so if anyone’s going to do something without my knowledge, well... I think I can hazard a guess who it is.” You frowned.

“But what is it.” You stressed, tossing the envelope onto his desk.

Baekhyun took a second to compose himself, rubbing his eyes with his pointer finger and thumb to relieve some of the tension before speaking.

“It’s an invite to a very exclusive party,” Baekhyun began with a look on his face, “Factions of Exodus will congregate together for one night under some elusive reason, we haven’t had one in a while, but…” He gestured to the invite.

“I guess that’s changing,” He tutted, “Obviously I knew about the party, but I was not informed of who was going...”

“Wait,” You said confused, rightly so, “Then why did I get this? I’m not part of any of your…Factions?”

“That’s the million-dollar question,” Baekhyun hummed before he lulled his head to look you in the eyes, “You're taking this rather calmly.”

“It’s just party, right?” You naively asked, “I don’t have to go do I?” Baekhyun let out a rather low laugh at that.

“You have no idea about this world, do you?” He asked honestly, “It isn’t as easy as just declining an invitation.”

“Well, what happens if I do?” She asked, eyes a bit wider, “Am I fucked?” Baekhyun chuckled at that but it was short-lived.

“Listen, something you need to know is that every “immediate family” to the Oh’s gets a number of invitations they can hand out,” He gestured to the papers slew across his desk, “It’s only for high ranking members and they’re limited, so whoever gave you that was a higher member.”

“So, who was it?” He watched her rightly frown, something he started tapping his finger on his desk at.

“See that’s where this gets even funnier,” Baekhyun hummed with an annoyed look on his face, “That’s mine but that’s not my handwriting.” He watched her mouth open to dispute him and, in his annoyance, he was quick to refute her with a finger being held up.

“Sehun may like being interrupted by you but I don’t so shut it.” He snipped, “I didn’t write the damn thing.” He watched her deflate back into his chair.

“I only wrote out a few,” Baekhyun defended, “And you were not on that list.” There was a small beat of silence as the two of you tried to think of something to explain the invitation; the two of your minds clearly off to completely other directions.

It took Baekhyun only a few seconds to put the pieces together, nothing his brothers like the back of his hands; but if you received one of these stupid things that to him meant that whatever higher power involved wanted you there – something you were not catching up with.

“Chanyeol?” You asked with a sigh, “He could have, he got a weird...” Baekhyun smirked as he watched you struggled with the feelings of the taller man but also at the hilarity of it.

“A weird attachment? Nice theory but laughable at best.” Baekhyun kept smirking.

“How so?” You huffed, glaring at him slightly – ignoring the previous jab.

“Chanyeol isn’t even high enough ranked to send out any invitations,” Baekhyun stated as he watched you frown, a sigh passing his lips at something else you clearly knew nothing about.

Shaking his head, Baekhyun snatched a piece of paper from the tray on his desk before gesturing you forwards; scribbling something down.

“Oh the things I do for this man…” He thought to himself.

“I’m doing you a favour, so if anything of this leaves this room, even a peep to some who isn’t us; I’ll know,” He glared at you, “And I’ll make sure you pay for it, do I make myself clear?” He asked plainly, watching as you mouth glued itself shut for a second.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” Baekhyun told you, “Am I clear?”

“Crystal,” You huffed at him, an air of attitude passing over your face for a second, “What is it with you all threatening my life, I’m of no importance.”

“A match is of no importance to a piece of wood until it’s up in flames,” He retorted like he normally did, quick-witted, “Now pay attention.”

“Yes sir…” You curled your lip up in annoyance slightly before giving the paper your attention, something which Baekhyun opted to ignore for now.

‘Oh’ was written very clearly at the top, Baekhyun’s scripture something you didn’t expect as you looked at the nearly perfect cursive.

“I’m guessing you know who this is?” Baekhyun gestured to the name, “Oh is Sehun’s family name and ergo, the leader of this all.” He watched you nod.

“Okay, I could guess he was the boss…” You bit down on your lip slightly, “He made that message clear.”

“Good,” Baekhyun ticked at you before writing a series of three names directly in a line under the Oh’s, connecting them with lines to their leader.

Byun. Kim. Zhang.

“These three are the three main families directly under the Oh’s,” He explained to you, “Do you know who these are?”

“Well, you’re Byun.” She affirmed to him, “But the other two I don’t know.” He sighed softly.

“I’m from the Byun’s, yes,” He started, “Kim is the family that Junmyeon is from, he is Sehun’s right-hand man.” He looked at you to check you understood before continuing.

“Zhang is Yixing’s family, you’ve met him very briefly,” You nodded to him, “He typically does our more…Out of area stuff – not for your ears.”

“What do you do?” She interrupted him again, “Your family I mean…” Baekhyun tensed slightly but he guessed she’d be inquisitive – every time he met the woman, she was asking some form of a question.

“Don’t tell the others,” He tried to counter the feelings bubbling with a bit of sarcasm, “But its typically written in order of importance, arguably my family and the Oh’s are the closest, we sort out the nasty stuff they don’t want to – but if you’re asking about me? I do a bit of everything.” Your eyebrow raised at that.

“Shouldn’t that make you Sehun’s right-hand man?” His jaw ticked slightly as you mocked the way he spoke for a second.

“You’ve met Junmyeon?” Baekhyun tried to counter you, “I’d hate to be that uptight about everything.”

“But…” You tried to talk but he merely glared at you.

“Back to the task at hand,” He gestured to the paper with a snap, “I’m doing you a favour, as much as it would bring me no greater joy to see you get ripped apart by the wolves, I’d rather save myself the scolding since your name is on my invitation and guest-list.”

“You’re so hot and cold,” You quietly huffed but paid him attention again.

“There is one more connected to the Oh’s,” His eyebrow raised slightly while drawing a line that was straight across from the Oh’s, not beneath like the other three, “That’s the Parks.”

“The Parks?” You echoed him slightly with a small furrow of your brow.

“I believe you met their delightful heir,” He rolled his eyes, “Park Jeonghwa, the woman you met.”

“That’s her?” Your own nose scrunched at that as he hummed in agreement.

“Complicated family relationship between the two but she’s an only child and her father is a bigwig in the city; you probably know him.” Baekhyun explained, “Own’s a pharmaceutical company, that invests in the city hospitals, he’s the chairman of them basically.”

Legacy Pharmaceutical

“But he’s in the pocket of the gang…” You asked quietly, “Isn’t that…”

“Highly illegal?” Baekhyun said like it was nothing, “Yes, but he’s a big investor, helps us out when we need it – doesn’t do anything the grimy stuff that we do but his hands aren’t clean.”

“Come to think of it,” Baekhyun smirked looking at you with an act of slight revenge written in his eyes, “Doesn’t your precious boytoy work in the main hospital in the city?”

“For a man that turns his nose up at us, I’m sure he’d be just elated to know who his boss is…” Baekhyun kept talking because he knew it would rile you up.

“Paper?” You snapped at him slightly, a feeling of pure joy filled him knowing you had a small thread to pull on. “So, where do Chanyeol and such fit in.”

“I was getting there,” He rolled his eyes, “Chanyeol, along with Jongin, Kyungsoo, Minseok and Jongdae full under what we call ‘adopted brothers’.”

“Adopted?” You repeated clear confusion.

“Adopted,” He affirmed to you, “Every so often, the main families will take people under their wings I guess, it’s different to just… Joining us.”

“How?” You asked him, still clearly confused.

“Anyone can join us if you know the right people,” Baekhyun stated to you while placing his pen down, “But adopted brothers are someone we’ve asked to join our ranks, we’re responsible for them in a sense.”

“So like prodigies?” He watched you try to rationalise it all with a hint of amusement on his face.

“Sort of, we train them and are directly responsible for them, they’re often hand-picked and there isn’t that many of them.” He explained to you slowly, “It’s sort of a phenonium, you have to get approval from the head of your family and the head of the gang.”

“So, it’s like literal adoption in a sense? You induct them into the family, not just the gang.” You kept up with him.

In that moment of time, Baekhyun could understand the appeal in your that Sehun seemed to see; you rationalised quicker than most and especially for someone who literally is having the information they don’t want dumped on them.

“Yes, like that,” He nodded, “They don’t hold the same respect as blood children would, but they’re apart of the family in a sense, they can even take their names if they really want.”

“It’s complicated and not easy to understand, it’s also different for every family,” He hummed, “Some people, like my own father, don’t give a shit about adopted brother’s they’re just pawns to him, but Kim’s turn theirs into mini geniuses” His nose turned softly.

“What about Zhang’s?” You asked curiously.

“Negotiators, mini leaders, the best liars you’ll ever meet,” He smirked slightly, “Zhang’s don’t just take on anyone, it’s an honour to be selected.”

“So, who goes where? Who is what family?” You looked a bit more interested than the beginning of the conversation, something Baekhyun wasn’t sure was a good or a bad thing.

“Jongin and Kyungsoo are part of the Kim’s, but only Jongin carried the name.” He sighed softly, writing their names under Kim’s

“Minseok and Jongdae are Zhang’s, neither took the name for safety reasons.” He smirked softly as you let a little noise.

“So that leaves…” You trailed off slightly.

“Chanyeol is a Byun, didn’t take the name though,” Baekhyun hummed, “Park Chanyeol sounds better.”

“Park?” You quizzed as he laughed softly.

“Not related, don’t worry about that,” He chuckled, “Byun didn’t have a ring to it so he stuck to his actual name, but I doubt my father would let him use it anyway…” He trailed off himself.

“Why only one for you?” You asked honestly, “I guessed you and Chanyeol were close, but why only one?”

“Short story; My father is a bastard,” Baekhyun shrugged, tossing his pen back into the pot, “He’s all about being a pure Byun – no adoptive business.”

“But Chanyeol?” You frowned.

“Chanyeol is lucky I like him,” Baekhyun sighed, “Listen it’s a lot more complicated when you look into the families, back to the task at hand.”

“Does Sehun have anyone?” You asked, a glint in your eye.

“No,” Baekhyun didn’t waste time in shutting you down, “He doesn’t bother with that business, he’s got his hands full with us.”

“I’m still confused to why you’re telling me this though, I appreciate it but…” Baekhyun sighed again for what felt like the umpteenth time.

“Friday, you’re going.” He stated to her, “Your invitation is under the Byun name and I will not have you disgracing it by rejecting it.”

“But I don’t want to go?” Your voice heightened slightly.

“I don’t care.” Baekhyun said simply, “You’re were asked to go by a high-rank family, and you will attend – I’m not skinning myself to save you from whatever nonsense my father will conjure up as punishment.”

“But I’m not a part of this.” You snapped at him, a fire in your eyes, “You’re dancing around everything, who sent the invitation, Baekhyun – you can explain all you want but I know you know.”

“Wow, you do not catch on quick.” He hummed, “Of course I know, you idiot – it’s as clear as day to me, but you do not, so what you’re doing going to do is turn up like you’re asked and smile prettily at the boss or whatever ever it is you do with him.”

“You can’t force me,” Your jaw was tense.

“Yes, I can.” He smirked, “I know where you live and I’m not above coming to your place and dragging you myself.”

“I’ll get-,” He cut you off.

“The police?” He leered, “You forget how we got here”

“I hate you; I hate all of you.” You spat at him, “There was supposed to be no meddling, I told you what I know.”

“I’m not Chanyeol,” Baekhyun laughed with a drawl, “I don’t care if you hate me.” You were fuming in your seat, Baekhyun could read that very easily, so to bring the situation back down to what it was before, he took a deep breath before speaking again.

“Friday evening; a car will pick you up at 6:45 pm,” He began sharply while looking at you, “You will be dressed in something appropriate, I will provide it if you need it, and you will pretend that you are going to a perfectly normal party.” His eyes ticked softly.

“You don’t need to stay the whole time, but you need to turn up – do I make myself clear?” He asked you, without a bit to his words. “Everything I just told you will keep you in check, no talking to anyone that doesn’t talk to you – people will be watching you”

“What do I get out of it…” You asked quietly, simmering down from your earlier burst.

“Well, what do you want?” His mouth was tense, “I’m not Sehun, I don’t hand out favours.”

“I want to not go.” You bit at him, “Or you tell me why I’m going in the first place.”

“Not an option, pick something else.” He responded.

“Pay rise and a promise,” You asked plainly, not giving it much thought, something that his eyebrows flicked up to, “I want a pay raise for working here, and I want you to promise that I will not be involved in any pathetic schemes like this again.”

“Not even any diabolical plans?” He smirked softly.

“Baekhyun,” You warned him, something he raised his hands to.

“Pay rise I can do,” He explained, “The other thing I’ll see about, I’m not a man who makes promises.”

“Talk to your boss or something, I don’t care” You snipped, “I’m tired of this, it’s bad enough that I work here.”

“So, you won’t attend a party, but you’ll take our money,” He pulled an amused face, “Some moral high ground you have, completely solid.”

He looked at you quite amused as you stood up, snatching the papers off his desk before pointing a finger at him.

“This is the last time I do anything for any of you, whoever wrote the damn invitation…” You started with a stressed look, “Tell them I will personally make their life hell if they don’t stop, I’m tired and want no part in any of this.”

“Don’t shoot the messenger before the message can be sent,” Baekhyun tutted with a raised eyebrow, “Don’t worry Cinderella, we’ll make you a real belle of the ball.”

“Oh, fuck you, Baekhyun,” You snapped at him before storming to his office door, practically tearing it off the hinges more than he did, before speaking again, “Get me a dress.” Was the last thing you said before you slammed the door – Baekhyun jumping slightly at the force of it.

As soon as you left, he felt the mask melt off for a brief second – his body sinking back into the chair as the stress of the last hour left a funny taste in house mouth.

“What are you thinking, you idiot…” He spoke quietly to himself, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Do you normally have that effect on women?” Baekhyun practically leapt in his seat as a new voice joined his own.

“Fucking hell… Joohyun,” Baekhyun snapped, glaring at the woman now standing in front of his desk, “What have I told you about sneaking up on me.”

“She’s in a mood, practically shook down the whole place,” Joohyun asked with a raised brow, “Why is that?”

“Not anything you’d be interested in,” Baekhyun leaned back in his chair to continue rubbing his eyes, the familiar burn seeping into his retinas, “Gang stuff and such.”

“Gang stuff,” She whistled lowly, trailing around his desk to lean on it, looking down at him, “A soft thing like that, what did she do to you all?” He glanced up at her with a sigh.

“Nothing,” Baekhyun pulled his mouth tight, “Surprisingly, she was just in the wrong place at the very wrong time”

“Which means?” She pushed slightly, a slight smirk curling on her lips.

“Bar shoot up, Sehun spared her,” Baekhyun crossed his arms loosely over his chest, “Ridiculous move, but here we are.”

“My my…” She laughed softly, “I can tell that’s not even the full story”

“You have no idea…” He sighed softly.

“That heartless bastard actually has a heart, wow.” Joohyun chuckled, “Who would have thought?”

“That heartless bastard,” Baekhyun repeated, “Is the most powerful man in the city, remember that he’s got ears everywhere.” He looked up at her with an amused look.

“You’d never rat me out would you, Baekhyun?” She asked sweetly, a smirk painted on her lovely mouth.

“Do me a favour and I won’t have to,” He smirked back, “Get her a dress for a black-tie event.”

“Now,” Joohyun tutted, “You don’t even pay me enough for that,”

Baekhyun gave her a look before fishing into his pocket, pulling out his wallet quickly and handing her a credit card, swiping it back before she could fully grab it.

“You’re not just buying her a dress, are you?” He gave her a look, to which Joohyun merely laughed back in response, swiping his card.

“The son of a very rich man hands you a credit card asking for a favour? of course I’m not just getting her a dress…” She teased looking at the black card with an impressed look, “Oh a black card as well…I have a couple of things on my wishlist too.”

“You’re a cruel woman, Irene” He gave her a fake sad look, using her work name to tick her off slightly, “If you wanted the house, I could have got it for you”

“And have to be indebted to you?” She smirked before nodding at the door, “I’m not one of your lackeys, I owe you a lot but not a ‘5-bedroom house with walk-in closet’ lot.”

“You’re my best employee, buy what you want,” He smirked slightly, “You deserve it.” He nodded, as she went to open her mouth, he cut her off.

“You would deserve it more if you accompanied me on Friday,” He raised an eyebrow at her, “Like I asked.”

“I do recall you complaining to me that you didn’t want to go because your family would be there,” She mocked a frown, “Also that, and I quote…”

“Chanyeol is being a miserable bastard, Sehun is a lovesick puppy, and no one wants to have fun,” She mocked his voice and his stature, before going back to her tune, “Did I get that right?”

“Actually, I change my mind, I’ll ask someone else,” He tried to swipe the card back but Joohyun looked elated as she jumped from his desk, waving the thing in front of her.

“Ah, no take-backs,” She smirked, walking towards the door in what Baekhyun could only call a strut of pure jubilation, “I want that new coat and bag, it’s getting cold outside,”

“Just get her the dress, Joo…” He called out to her as she walked out the door, “And is that a yes to Friday?”

“I’ll get her the dress, Baekhyun”

Sehun’s eyes refused to leave the pieces of papers splayed out in front of him, but his hands told a different story and he fished in his suit jacket to pull out a familiar black and silver box; his nimble fingers deftly pulling out a cigarette before an elegant black gas lighter was lighting the extension of his stress. It wasn’t long before curls of smoke crawled out of his lips, a relaxed sigh leaving his chest as they did – he paid, even more, no mind as his fingers plucked the thing from his mouth to ash it in the crystal ashtray that always sat on his desk.

“That’s going to kill you one day, you know?” Junmyeon tutted disapprovingly, looking at the younger man with a slight grimace; the smell of smoke filling the room.

“Ah yes, the cigarette is going to kill me,” Sehun spoke back without looking at the man, continuing to take draws from his cigarette, “Not the countless threats on my life, the guns, running a gang, or even the countless enemies.” He had a sarcastic edge to his voice as he spoke, tapping the ash off again into the tray.

Junmyeon was silenced at that.

“But yes, let's worry about my nicotine addiction – this pack of Marlboros is just pressing a gun to my temple waiting to pull the trigger at any moment,” Sehun flicked to the next page still not bothered to glance at his brother, “Truly terrifying.”

Another beat of silence passed between them to which Sehun sighed to fill.

“You’ve clearly got something to say, so say it.” He tutted.

“Why can’t you ever take anything seriously?” Jun sighed, tossing his pen down.

“I do take things seriously, insufferably so” Sehun countered ashing off his cigarette again before tossing his papers down, “Actually I think I might be the only one here taking anything seriously.”

“Sehun…” Jun gave him a look, sitting a bit straighter but Sehun carried on talking.

“I do recall that it’s my head someone has a metaphorical, or probably more, in this case, literal gun to,” Sehun ranted while taking another draw of his cig, “It’s my business, my family, hell its what’s left of my livelihood that got a giant red marker over it.” He stood up pushing his chair back to look out the window keeping his back turned to his brother.

“And what have I got defending that, huh?” He countered himself quietly again.

“You have us,” Junmyeon sighed, putting his papers down to come to stand beside the man, “All of us…” He rested his hand on his shoulder while the latter pressed his cancer stick back to his lips.

“You know Baekhyun said he’d be proud of me…” Sehun spoke quietly, his face almost reminding the older man that he wasn’t as far from a child as he liked to think he was, “Very proud…” His voice took an edge to it.

“But you don’t believe that.” Junmyeon opposed quietly.

“Why should I?” Sehun asked him honestly, turning to face the man while he flicked the bug of his cigarette out the window, “I’ve lost thousands in weapons, I’ve had a drug laundering bar go bust and detained by police, I've had shipments stolen and tampered with before being redistributed under someone else’s name…” He looked at his watch briefly.

“All within… Nearly two weeks.” He tutted, “I think that’s a track record, considering the man that’s supposedly proud of me handled everything with the utmost ease…”

“Your father was…” Junmyeon trailed off for a second before Sehun cut in.

“A horrible man, a narcissist, a murderer, a criminal,” Sehun’s eyes danced with mirth that wasn’t pleasant to look at, the sarcastic yet jovial stance didn’t settle well with Junmyeon’s stomach in the slightest.

“He was your father, he raised you,” Junmyeon concurred, “We may not have the most settling of up bringing’s, but this is our world – you know that.”

“Actually, nannies raised me,” Sehun retorted sarcastically. “Stop spending so much time with Baekhyun,” Junmyeon rolled his eyes, “You know what I meant.”

“I’m going to be very plain with you, Jun,” Sehun spoke honestly, sliding his hands into his pockets while he gazed out at the fields in front of the compound, “Your world and mine and very different…”

“How so?” Junmyeon asked, his eyebrow raised, “We grew up in the same circles.”

“The difference is that you were your father’s golden boy…” Sehun started with a sigh, “He wanted you to better yourself, be a part of this world – you belong here because you want to be.”

“And you don’t?” Jun wasn’t mad, “Is it that insufferable to be here doing this?”

“I didn’t get a choice,” Sehun chewed on his lip, “From the moment I was even conceptualised I had everything laid out for me, not a say otherwise… It’s heavy guilt to carry.”

“You’re hardly worse off because of it,” Junmyeon shrugged, “It’s a heavy guilt that reaps rewards that only some men can dream of, that has to count for something.”

“Do you know why you have the job you do?” Sehun asked off-topic.

“Because Baekhyun said no?” Jun frowned slightly.

“That…” Sehun chuckled faintly, “And because you’re the only man who can do the job; otherwise I would have run off years ago, and you know fine well Baekhyun would have let me.”

“Baekhyun would let you burn the city if it meant he could fight off a chill,” Junmyeon hummed, “Byun’s good at what he does, but I still don’t get where you’re going with this.”

“Where I’m going with this is that I have a very horrible feeling,” Sehun sighed.

“About tomorrow…?” Jun asked, leaving the man to leave against his desk.

“Not just about tomorrow,” Sehun sighed, telling a lie that not even his closest brother needed to know, “That’s just another showboat to get the families back on my side; I mean in general.”

“Check my top drawer…” Sehun nodded to his desk.

There was a passage of silence between the two while Junmyeon plucked a thick envelope out of Sehun’s desk; the usual matte black being replaced with a crisp crème, the silver tree of life taunting the man with its presence.

“Is this…” Junmyeon said in disbelief.

“It’s not a will…” Sehun sighed, “Think of it as the next course of action in case of an untimely demise of any kind.”

“Sehun…” Junmyeon started, “You can’t be serious.”

“I am, very…” He sighed “It’s just a precaution that’s all,”

“Listen,” Junmyeon sighed, tossing the documents back into the drawer, “I get it's hard; things aren’t ideal right now and we’re all running with our heads off but even Rome wasn’t built in a day, there’s going to be mishaps.”

Sehun hummed with a smirk on his lips.

“But it burned in one.”

After your spat with Baekhyun in his office, you assumed that your next day off would be spent finally relaxing into your couch while the world passed around you – but as you occupied yourself early Wednesday morning, you felt a wash of confusion bathe over you at the sound of a knocking door. A sigh passing out your lips as you tossed your dishtowel down to investigate. Taking a breath before opening the door your smile felt like it dropped as you caught glimpse of who was on the other side.

“Joohyun,” You asked, shocked at the women who was giving you a dazzling smile on the other side of the wood frame, “What are you doing here?” You stuttered softly looking at her.

Dressed in woollen coat, black turtleneck, and grey slacks - she looked like a million dollars, especially considering it was 9 in the morning.

“We’re going out,” She grinned, pushing herself into your apartment; looking around with a look of approval, “Homely, very you.” It took you a second to process what she said while you closed the door.

“Out?” You echoed, “Where, or more so, why?”

“Well…” She smirked softly, “A little birdie, told me you need a dress, don’t you?” You deflated slightly.

“He was being serious about it wasn’t he,” You sighed turning to look at the woman who made herself very at home looking at everything you had on display; more so the pictures that sat on your bookcase. “Listen Joohyun, I appreciate the help but-.”

“Handsome guy, your boyfriend?” She cut you off completely, changing the topic to what she wanted to talk about; she was holding up an old photo that you knew was your old friends, or more so yours and Jeonghan’s old friends. “The two of you look cosy,” She smiled.

Rushing over slightly you plucked the frame out of her hand to rest back on the shelf, a look passing over your face at your boss; her easy smile giving you a sense that she wasn’t being completely honest.

“Ex. Now, what are you doing here really?” She quizzed, looking at the woman who huffed slightly.

“Ex hmm…Like I said, you need a dress and I’m here to help.” She coolly breezed past you to keep looking around, “No offence but you don’t exactly scream that you’re knowledgeable on black tie events.” She laughed softly.

“Baekhyun said he’d provide the dress, he didn’t mention shopping,” You sighed, looking at her as she smiled softly at an old stuffed toy you kept on the couch as a makeshift cushion.

“Baekhyun doesn’t mention much,” Joohyun turned from what she was looking at to beam at you, “Again, hence why I am here and I’m not leaving this apartment without you.”

“Joo…” You started but she shushed you.

“You’re going, Baekhyun even offered to pay if you’re unsure about prices,” She smirked softly, plucking a card from her coat pocket, “Piece of cake.”

“Do I not get a choice?” You asked defeatedly.

“Let me think,” She smiled, “No.” A tinkering laugh spilt from her lips, looking at her, she painted herself with the vision of an angel; a halo practically glowing from the crown of her perfect hair.

“Give me five minutes,” You rolled your tongue in your cheek slightly, shaking your head as you beelined for your room.

“You have two!” She cackled softly, clearly going back to her snooping.

“Of course, I do…”

After being rushed out the house by the excitable Joohyun, you couldn’t help by smile at her softly as she linked her arm with yours; the two of your taking public transport like two friends who had known each other for years, it was wholesome to an extent, but there was an underlying feeling behind it all.

Joohyun had rightfully taken you to the richer part of town, the one that was lined with designer shops that had a price tag worth a year of your rent; her ecstatic voice talking your ears off as you two strolled down the pristine street.

“We’re here for your dress, but I have a few things I want to get!” She grinned, “We’re gonna get you the whole package; dress, shoes, jewellery, the works!”

“Is Baekhyun okay with this?” You quizzed slightly, looking around at the people who were looking at the two of you, “I mean this is a lot of money,”

“Between you and me,” She mumbled with a smirk, stopping in front of a very fancy looking store, ‘The Kingdom’ written across a crème signage in beautiful modern letters, “Baekhyun’s more than good for it, the card he gave me probably doesn’t max out until into the millions…”

“He really has that much?” You frowned softly.

“He’s a gang member, silly, and the son of one of the richest men in the world,” She smirked at you widely, “Of course he has that much, now come on…” She tugged your hand with a smile, watching at the security guard opened the door for the two of you with a polite smile.

“Ladies.” He nodded, while the two of you strolled in.

Clothing of all sorts lined the racks in a spacey fashion, giving the customer room to glance at the garments without having to struggle with anything else; but Joo didn’t give you enough time to look at anything before she was tugging you to the back of the store, an array of dresses picking up in your peripherals.

“This is where the money is,” Joohyun smile brightly, gesturing to the dresses, “Let’s get looking…”

After talking briefly the two of you concurred that due to the fact you didn’t want to be there, it was probably best to stick to a black dress; something to blend in with but something that wasn’t a gaudy colour at the same time, minimalist yet sophisticated. The store attendant had bothered you both a few times to ask if you needed help but each time Joohyun shooed her away with a smile, telling the sour-faced woman that she had it handled; and that she did.

It took merely 15 minutes before Joohyun was shoving you into a fancy fitting room; one the size of a small bedroom while she talked to the woman in charge about getting your size for other dresses that had caught her eye. The room had a podium in the centre of it that directly looked at a series of huge mirrors, while a silk curtains off to the side hide where you were supposed to change; yours and Joohyun bags swung unceremoniously over the chairs for the waiting husbands. There was an air of discomfort in your chest you ran your fingers over the lux fabrics of all the dresses, a small pang in your heart feeling disgusting just being here. This wasn’t your world, and to some degree, you couldn’t understand how it could be anyone’s but as you picked up the first dress, you figured you had to live with it for a while.

By the time you’d managed to get into the first dress, Joohyun and all her tyrannic dress tendencies were back in the room, her nose turning up slightly at the first dress you tried on. It was a beautiful sheer cream with a colourful shift to it that glinted softly in the light, the airiness of the tulle looking ethereal as the modest bust line squared off into spaghetti straps – it was a lovely dress but.

“It looks like a prom dress,” Joohyun giggled softly, cutting off your inner thoughts, “A very expensive prom dress…”

“I thought so too,” You tried to smile softly, but it looked more like a grimace in the mirrors, your eyes catching your companions as she came up behind you in the mirror.

“Smile,” She tugged softly at your cheek, “We’re having fun.”

“This just isn’t me,” You said honestly, looking yourself up and down in the mirror, “I don’t do fancy dresses and cocktails with associates,” She jokingly rolled her eyes at the word associates.

“Honestly,” She adjusted the dress slightly, “Neither do I, this is a favour to Baekhyun…”

“So, you’re telling me you don’t want to be in an overpriced store with me on a Wednesday morning?” You hummed softly with a smile.

“No,” she stage whispered to you, “I like you but I’d rather hang out doing something a bit more productive than shopping with snobs, but hey – I really wanted that new coat” She winked.

“Will you be there?” You asked her, catching her eye.

“Where,” She hummed not looking at you, and instead, rearranging the skirt to the dress you both agreed was ugly.

“Friday,” You raised a brow, “Will you be there?” She held her breath slightly before she sighed.

“I won’t lie to you,” She nodded, “I won’t be there Friday, I don’t…” She struggled with the words for a second before continuing.

“I don’t belong there, it’s not my world and I’m not welcomed,” She smiled softly, but it wasn’t real, “I’m a bartender, not a socialite.”

“I’m not either,” You frowned, “I just thought you and Baekhyun seemed close…”

“We are,” She smiled sadly, “I owe that man more than I can ever thank him for, but his world isn’t mine – I don’t fool myself into believing I could be part of it either.” She placed her hands on your shoulders, the warmth radiating into your bones; much like her personality.

“But how?” You were still frowning, “He’s so…”

“Crass? Sarcastic? Pig headed?” She smiled, “That’s just him, we have an understanding…”

“You on the other hand,” She hummed softly looking at your shoulders, “I saw some security tapes the other day – Oh Sehun?” Her eyebrow raised while you flushed softly.

“He drove me home, I had to ask him some stuff…” You breathed softly, “It’s not like that, I don’t know him.”

“But he knows you?” She clicked her tongue softly, looking much like an older sister would, “I won’t tell you what to do, it’s your life but you need to be careful.”

“I know that,” You trailed slightly, but she didn’t give you time to explain as she spun you around to face her, your eyes looking down at her own.

“No, I don’t think you do,” She was frowning, “This isn’t some cheap book plot where a dangerous man falls for an innocent girl and the world does another rotation like nothing is wrong,” She stressed softly.

“He is a very dangerous man who is a part of a very dangerous gang, y/n…” She pursed her lips together, hands tightening on your shoulders, “They’re all dangerous, one wrong move and police are finding your body in a back ally with no clue who did it.”

“He shot up the bar you worked in,” She stressed to you, “Stop and think about that for a second before you get all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at the man, there is no way that this ends well for anyone, especially not you…” Her voice trailed off slightly, cracking almost at the end.

“Speaking from experience?” Your own voice cracked softly as you took in her words, a sad smile passing over her face.

“Go to the party, do as Baekhyun says…” She said softly, stroking your shoulder now instead of gripping it, “But you can’t let your heads get in the clouds about this, you’re being blind-sighted… You can’t fall for Sehun.” It was the first time she had said his name and you wanted to flinch hearing it.

“You work for them though?” You asked her truthfully.

“I work for Baekhyun, he’s no better… But I owe him,” She smiled sadly again, “I’m telling you this as your friend,”

“I know…” You smiled delicately at her, “I know you are; I’ll be careful – things right now… They’re complicated.”

“Promise me.” She demanded softly, “Anything goes wrong, you come to me.”

“I promise you, Joohyun,” You touched her hands softly, “Anything wrong, I’ll come straight to you.”

“Good,” She smiled, pushing a stray hair from your face like a mother would, “Let’s find you a dress huh?”

“I think I have the perfect thing…”

TRANSACTION: $10,000

Baekhyun grimaced as he looked at the notification that popped up on his phone during the meeting, the device buzzing with his bank app loudly on the table as Sehun; the grumpy man he was, was explaining the plans for Friday evening.

“Important?” Sehun’s brow ticked softly from the head of the table while Minseok stifled a laugh from beside him, “Or would you like us to pause while you take a message?”

“Sorry dad,” Baekhyun smirked slightly, sliding the device off the table and into his pocket – or he would have if Minseok didn’t decide it was a wonderful idea to pinch it out of his hand before he could.

“$10k, how are you spending money while you’re here?” He whistled lowly, before the device buzzed again, “Oh look at that, another one for $5k, what are you up to Byun.” He tossed the device back at the man who barely managed to catch it over the knock to his fiscal funds.

“I gave Joohyun my credit card,” He stuffed the offending device in his pocket before looking at his brothers, “I believe we were in a meeting or is it break time” He gestured to the papers over the table with a look, while the rest of them looked at him quizzically.

“I’ll bite,” Sehun smirked softly, “$15k in mere seconds, is she preparing to rob you dry?” Baekhyun rolled his eyes.

“I don’t know, you tell me, Oh?” Baekhyun tightened his mouth slightly, “Or was forging my invitations and paying for your little friend to come to this god-awful party not enough for you?” Baekhyun smirked softly as Sehun’s face tightened a bit, only something he would notice.

“I have no reason to forge anything of yours, Byun.” Sehun chuckled with an easy smirk while Junmyeon sighed slightly tossing his pen down, “And I certainly didn’t invite her, have you tried our resident stab wound victim?” He gestured to Chanyeol’s empty seat.

“Can’t we just have a nice family meeting? Just once?” Junmyeon rubbed his temple slightly, “Or is your own security measures beneath all of you?”

“He started it,” Baekhyun smirked, “Sorry Dad number 2,” Minseok chuckled beside him again while Jongdae did the same from across him.

“If you’re up to something, just don’t let me hear it,” He spoke out but everyone knew who it was directed at, “It’s bad enough we’re all gathering on Friday if anyone of you fucks that up then it's directly on you.”

“Oh, he said a swear,” Baekhyun chuckled, while Yixing cut in – the man relaxing like he was the one that one the place on the other end of the table.

“Do we still have that swear jar?” Yixing teased, sipping on his coffee.

“No,” Jongin hummed, “We got rid of that after Baekhyun’s last trip home, you can only deposit so much into it before it becomes another bank account,” The man had an easy smirk on his face.

The bantering stopped for a second while the double doors opened again, Taeyong and Johnny letting in a very haggard looking Chanyeol – the evidence that the man just woke up still on his face.

“That’s a record,” Sehun hummed with a tone that wasn’t biting for once, “Only 2 hours late,”

“Slept in,” Chanyeol grumbled while Jongdae slid the man a coffee.

“No, we thought you were off running to be the cities next murder victim again,” Baekhyun grinned at the man who merely passed him a glare, whatever had been eating at him wasn’t as bad but Baekhyun couldn’t tell if the stab wound was just worse.

“No threatening doctor and cute nurse to patch you up this time,” Jongin laughed softly.

“How are you feeling, Yeol?” Yixing asked him with a slight smile, to try and ease the teasing but Chanyeol wasn’t having any of that.

“Like I’ve been stabbed, Yixing.” He spoke with a dead look on his face.

“That’s great,” Minseok chuckled, “We’d worry if you felt like anything else,” Chanyeol rolled his eyes, before looking at Sehun.

“Sorry I’m late,” He nodded while Sehun looked confused, Chanyeol seldomly apologised for… anything.

“It’s fine…” Sehun looked at his brothers, “Did stabbing you give you manners or something?”

“If that’s the case, I get to stab Baekhyun,” Kyungsoo smile slightly at the man in question, “Lord knows he could use it”

“I think my attitude is character building,” Baekhyun was offended for a second while Junmyeon cut in.

“Are you okay?” He asked Chanyeol.

“Yes,” Yeol sighed, “Just in a bit of pain that’s all, it’s nothing really”

“Well if that’s the case…” Junmyeon nodded to Sehun to continue.

“We’re discussing Friday,” Sehun confirmed, “That’s if you’re still coming,”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Chanyeol smile tensely, “Is it on my schedule to get verbally abused by Mr Byun and his wife? Or do I just get jumped with that again,” Baekhyun pulled a face.

“Could be worse,” Jongdae hummed, “You could have to listen to Mr Kim’s all inspiring speeches again, solidarity is key remember?” Junmyeon chuckled faintly at that.

“Will your mother be there?” Baekhyun asked Sehun, who flicked is brows up faintly before answering, “Please say no,”

“Sadly, yes – She has things to discuss with me” He hummed.

The boys all pulled a face at that, the ex-gang mother wasn’t the most pleasant to be around; especially after her husband died, the hidden verbal lashing that Sehun got every time he saw her was enough to make any of the boys want to stay away. Mrs Oh had a clear vision from her husband how they wanted things in Exodus to run, and the current line-up of boys wasn’t exactly the best on delivering that, she lived about 4 hours away from the city which made their lives easier to deal with, but when she was here, lord, was she here.

“She’s not going to make us scrub this place again, is she?” Minseok flinched, “I don’t know if I can live with the smell of chemicals ingrained in my nose again.”

“My mother won’t be here this time, relax,” Sehun rolled his eyes, the woman had an affinity to use his brothers to the bone – especially the “adopted” ones, “She’s staying with the Byun’s for a few days, told her that it wasn’t worth travelling into the woods to stay here when she’d only have to travel back out.” He waved his hand slightly.

“Back to the matter at hand,” He sighed slightly, “Rooftop looks directly onto the ballroom, someone has to post up there otherwise whoever wants could take a clear aim in,”

“Post up two of my father’s security,” Baekhyun waved his hand slightly, “He owns that building so I doubt an attacker would try to break into that, considering its rife with security anyway.” “Two of your dad’s men then,” Sehun mumbled slightly, writing it down, “I think it goes without saying that I expect you all on your best behaviour, right?” He said again not looking up from the paper yet.

“This is an important night, and I expect the 6 of you to understand that,” Sehun said casually, “One mess up and its trouble, am I clear?”

“Just 6? Why not 8,” Baekhyun asked as the rest of his brothers sighed at once, telling him to shut up.

“Two of you don’t get on my nerves, I asked If I’m understood?” Sehun asked again.

“Crystal clear, sir.”

Walking around the nicer side of town might not have been your forte exactly, but you had to admit that Joohyun, regardless of the earlier talk, had made the day very enjoyable, even if she wouldn’t let you see the receipt of it all. The outfit and such were eventually forgotten as soon as it was bagged, the woman on a mission not very intent on spending her boss’s money to fulfil whatever need she had now. It had started with lunch at an upscale restaurant that you’d only seen businessmen and rich girls eating at, yourself and your newfound friend making fun of the menu whenever you could, making sure that Baekhyun fed you two the best- regardless of price.

It was fun, it was even fun when Joohyun decided it was now time to drag you around the stores she wanted to, her tiny body bursting with excitement as she found the things she wanted and tried them on in turn – her stature fitting into the world more than she gave it credit for, something you noted as you watched her try on a very expensive jacket that she just insisted on having.

She made the area seem normal to you, that the people here could have personalities beyond their bank accounts – while you understood clearly, she wasn’t from around here, if someone told for a second, that she was, you’d believe them wholeheartedly. Someone that like doesn’t just stumble into things like this.

Eventually, the day had to come to an end, when evening struck after getting dinner at a slightly less upscale restaurant in freight to spare Baekhyun his bank account, the two of you parted ways – thousands in bag expenditure in toll. It was a nice evening, especially considering it was now the end of October, the chill settling into the air as it belonged once again. It wasn’t exactly the easiest thing on your small apartment, considering the heating system tanked itself every winter without a fail – but it was something to live with, all the smalls things you noted as you hiked up the 5 floors to your apartment.

However, what you weren’t expecting was the shape of a hooded body standing outside your door; a male figure leaning up against the old wood like he was waiting for someone. Approaching closer, you let out a small breath as you managed to see a small tuff of blonde sticking out from under the black hoodie, a small smile passing your lips.

“Do you make a habit of camping outside of doors now?” You teased slightly as the figure jumped into action, spilling to face you in slight shock, “Or does being a doctor not give you enough gratification?”

“Maybe if you learned to answer your phone, you’d know I was here,” Jeonghan smiled slightly, holding up a bag and a few bottles, “I brought food,”

“I was out with a friend,” You chuckled softly nudging past him to open the door, the warmth from his body comforting as you wrestled with the wood to get open, “You’re dressed comfortable, day off?” You shoved the door open with a smile, nodding for him to go in before following.

“It’s not one of your… Criminal friends is it?” He frowned softly placing the stuff he brought on the coffee table, glancing at the bags in your hand with curiosity, “Yeah, it was my day off today…What are those?” He gestured to your bags.

“I didn’t peg you as a designer person,” You rolled your eyes as you walked to place them just in the entryway of your door, out of his sight.

“Someone from work, a girl named Joohyun,” You shook your head softly, flicking on the lights to your living room while he made himself comfortable, “And I’m not, it’s for… work,” You nodded rolling with your lie.

“Work requires a heavy price tag dress?” He raised his eyebrow at you while passing you various food items; Chinese food and booze, just want you needed after today, “I know you work at a nice club but I didn’t think it required 3k dresses,” He chuckled faintly passing you chopsticks.

“How do you know how much dresses there are,” You smirked faintly, breaking the chopsticks to tuck into the food he got you, “Or is that doctor perks? Attract some rich girls and have to hear all about it,” If he wanted to talk about it more, he decided to drop it instead.

“I don’t do rich girls,” He smirked softly leaning back into your couch with a small sigh, the tiredness of his job written on his face, “And I certainly don’t have time to date,” You laughed softly, tucking into your food.

“Don’t let them hear that, imagine the heartbreak?” You stifled a laugh, “The good doctor Yoon Jeonghan not on the market? The outcry,”

“I do not have the affect women that you think I have,” He laughed easily back at you, eating his food at your pace.

“Relatively tall, blonde, even if it's fake,” You winked, “Career, well mannered, funny, I’d say you were a steal,” He smiled faintly

“You’d know,” He hummed, looking at the table before tossing you a fortune cookie, “Open it” He nodded at it while you looked at him.

“Really, you force me to eat now you want to know my fortune too?” You smirked teasingly at him, “Admit it, sleeping all day doesn’t do it for you anymore,”

“Just open it,” He rolled his eyes, “And for your information, sleeping all day works fine but I’m a doctor, we don’t get that pleasure anymore.”

“Romance follows you if you can only see it,” You repeated to him while looking at the small slip of paper, “Oh and lottery numbers, think we can strike gold this time?” You went to smile at him, but he was already looking at you.

“Jeonghan?” You frowned softly, “What’s wrong.”

“There’s a reason I’m here,” He sighed softly, placing down his food, “It’s about the other day with… them.”

“Jeonghan we’ve been over this,” You sighed, “You were right in acting how you did, regardless if it was stupid – I sprung this on you and lied about who you were treating…”

“It’s not that,” He waved his hand and reached into his pocket, placing something on the table as your frown grew, “I found this in my locker at work.”

“I think someone is following me.”

Joohyun had managed to keep her word and found you the perfect outfit for the night, the dress you were being forced to wear fitting you like it was made for your as the black fabric caressed your body like a whisper of velvet. It was a picturesque floor-length gown clung beautifully to your torso and upper hips before falling naturally around your legs and to the grown; no pleating or draping was needed as the fabric fell and swayed with your natural shape – accentuated by a lower back and a bold silver exposed zipper, the shape and the thin straps at the shoulders spoke of its modernity while also holding strong to the type of event.

“Wow…” You breathed to yourself in the mirror, running your hands over the soft velvet that made your hips look goddess-like, your feet pushing into insanely high heels picked the end of the dress up just enough that only a small pool of fabric trailed as you walked, it was a work of modern art being worn.

Your décolleté was kept open, letting the skin being shown doing the taking - a thin diamond choker adorning your neck instead of chunky jewellery; the jewels so small that they glinted in the lights like glitter, with a thin matching bracelet and ring, you looked like you were worth more than the apartment you were standing it. A heavy wool coat was to be your small protection from the chill that was spilling outside, the item clutched in your hands along with your clutch as you waited by the door for your ride.

As promised, Baekhyun had a messaged passed onto you earlier reminding you that the car would be there at exactly 6:45 pm and no later, and while you stood looking at the clock in your entryway; that was confirmed as your door rattled softly at exactly 6:45 pm. It was hard to stop your hand shaking a little as you opened the wood, but you let out a small breath as the man on the other side.

“Your ride,” The man greeted you with a smile, his black hair looking much like the material of your dress as it fell over his forehead softly, “I’m Doyoung, I’ll be your chauffeur for tonight.” He nodded while gesturing to the hallway to get a move on.

“Pleasure,” You nodded softly, stepping out into the cold open balcony, quickly shuffling your coat on as you locked the door behind you, checking a few times to make sure it was closed before following the man – who was now waiting right next to the elevator, a small grimace passing on your face.

“Not a fan?” He asked, when you caught up to him, shuffling into the old thing with a sigh, his finger quick on pressing the button for the ground floor.

“Not exactly,” You hummed, the two of you looking extremely out of place in the rundown elevator; you in your dress and him in his suit, contrasting with the poverty of the place immensely.

The conversation between you was few and far between as he led you out to the car, your throat seizing slightly as you registered it as one of the cars that they kept in the compound; your brain remembering your escape with the gun that led you to blow out a few windows.

Doyoung was ever the gentleman as he opened the back door up for you, gesturing for you to get in; the leather of the seating warming to your body as he’d left the heating on to keep you comfortable. Night had settled onto the city early, with winter approaching fast, it was almost night to see the lights dance on the skylight by 5 pm, but you couldn’t appreciate them as the car started to take off, your fingers deftly buckling yourself in as you tried your best to relax.

“You’re nervous,” Doyoung commented after a few minutes of driving, glancing at you in the rear-view mirror.

“A bit,” You sighed looking out the window, watching the city get more and more expensive with each mile taken, “This isn’t exactly my scene,”

“You don’t say,” He hummed stopping at a light, “Well, when I left they were inviting the more important members in for pre-drinks, there’s gonna be a lot of people there – I’m sure you can blend into the background.” He assured you.

“But,” He continued before you could say anything, “It’s not every day Baekhyun asks me to pick someone up.” He smirked faintly, but there was no ill intent behind it.

“Guess this isn’t just your usual day then,” You gulped, swallowing the stomach bile that was threatening to creep out of your oesophagus any second.

“Guess it’s not,” He echoed to you.

The car went silent after that, the hum of the engine filling the void for a while – at least until you noticed that you were creeping closer and closer to the houses in the city that cost more than you could even imagine; their large yet still old detached building making a home in the bustle of lights and decay of a usual city. They were the diamonds in the rough, their millions coating the walls like paint and pebbles on their driveways.

“Byun City estate,” Doyoung confirmed as he began to pull up to the only house that had its gates open, the lights from the place causing a gentle yellow hue in the night sky.

The driveway was a bit extensive as Doyoung slowly followed a car that was in front of yours, but it still felt like time was moving faster than light at the door to the establishment crept closer and closer. Two very heavily armed guards standing at the old double doors, ready to weed the ones who weren’t supposed to be here out in seconds.

Your heart seized in your chest as the car came to a stop in front of the stairs, Doyoung quickly getting out to open your door for you; holding his hand out for you to take as your feel footing into the unknown began.

“Breathe,” He said quietly, hoisting you out the car as the stones underneath you created unstable ground.

The air felt crisp against your lungs as you took a moment to look around, the hair settling your stomach as the white curls spilling from your lips at your warmth met the cold air – it as a short-lived moment of peace however as Doyoung nudged you slightly to the door, another gulped passing down your throat as you ascended the stairs; the man who drove you falling back into the car to park it somewhere else.

The guards were sizing you up as you approached them, a glance at the foyer inside bustling with people and more of them were behind you getting out of their respective vehicles; this was a legit event. The guard closest to you was about to ask for your name when it was called out instead. The man of the untimely hour, walking closer to the doors to get a look at you as a stressed look settled into his eyes.

Byun Baekhyun. He was dressed a lot more formal than you’d seen him previously; his usual garb traded for a dark suit and tie, the black making the fact his hair was a shade of light brown looking all the nicer. It fitted him well, he wasn’t the tallest in the world, but the suit gave him an air that said regardless of height he was dangerous; something the guards noted at the broke formation slightly to let the man past. A sigh passing his lips as he approached you, his hand instantly resting on your back you were ushered into the place. He was quick in giving your jacket to a coat attendant while he was rushing you in.

“You’re late,” He grumbled, looking at his watch accusingly, “Its 7:02,” He looked down at you while he walked you in.

It wasn’t a fairy tale moment that people often made these things out to be, no one stopped to stare and no one gave a shit who walked in and you appreciated that more than anything; people stopped to star at Baekhyun but that’s only because they probably have the information that this was his family home.

“I wasn’t aware that it was dire time?” You frowned softly while looking at everything you could. The black, white, and cream decorations looking fantastic in the grand foyer; the checkboard floor one of the key pieces while Baekhyun led you around to another set of double doors, “You look nice,” You grudgingly added on.

“I saved you the issue of listening to pointless speeches,” He flicked his eyebrows up slightly, “You could at least make it here a bit quicker.”

The doors opened into what you could only describe as a grand ballroom, the checkerboard pattered from the foyer carrying into the room beautifully; it was lined with numerous windows that let the nigh time in like a dream, the warm lights glinting off of every polish surface. Holding the room together was a series of roman pillars that kept the up the stairs in its places; the only way to get there is a grand staircase that was off to the side of the room. You would have caught a glimpse at the people on the stairs if Baekhyun hadn’t tugged you to the furthest away he could manage.

“I know what you’re doing,” He fake smiled at someone the two of you passed, his hand still firmly on your lower back, “He’s busy, look later.”

“Where are you taking me,” You hissed back, glancing up at him.

“To your babysitter for the night,” He said collectedly, “I refuse to let you embarrass yourself under my name,”

“I am 22, I know social cues,” You huffed quietly at him.

“Knowing social cues is not gawking at the décor like you’ve never seen it before,” Baekhyun mumbled back, before grinning at someone in passing again.

“Then who the hell is my babysitter?” You asked him quietly, trying to smile at the people looking at the two of you.

Wrapping his arm around you to pull you up next to him, Baekhyun grinned briefly before gesturing.

Chanyeol.

“He is,” Baekhyun smiled tensely, “Now we know this isn’t his first job at this.”

“Baekhyun?” Chanyeol rolled his eyes, suited up much like the man her was referring to was.

“Hi, Chanyeol,” You smiled at him, looking a lot better than the last time you saw him, “You clean up nice, even if you have a fire truck on your head.” You chuckled softly while a ghost of a smile came on his mouth.

“Great, now that we know this is going to work lovely,” Baekhyun pushed you into Chanyeol, your feet barely stumping before you were caught by the taller man, “I’ve got a meltdown to avoid, go dance with her while I do that.” Looking up you noticed Chanyeol rolling his eyes.

“He is…” You watched his quick walk away, ducking away from a man that looked scarily like him before turning back to Chanyeol, “Is he okay?”

“Is he ever?” Chanyeol straightened you out, watching where the man was walking before turning to you with a slight smile, “You look good, you clean up well.”

“Can’t exactly look like a measly bartender here, can I?” You smirked softly, something he chuckled at.

“Don’t think that would go down with anyone here,” He gestured to the servers that were handing out flutes of champagne, “Or you’d be in a doing that.”

“Rich people,” You mumbled slightly, passing a smile at one of the workers, “This doesn’t seem as bad as I thought,”

“You’ve not been here that long,” Chanyeol rolled his eyes, “You missed the boring speeches, and having to deal with the families,”

“That bad?” You frowned softly, something he took your arm to and turned you around to look at all the people; a mixture of them dancing to the music that was playing and a mixture of them conversing, turning you slightly you watched as Chanyeol leaned down as whispered to you.

“Stairs at 2 o’clock,” He mumbled as your eyes flicked to them, getting the shape of Sehun standing on the stairs with a much older woman beside him; her face familiar.

“Mrs Oh,” Chanyeol confirmed, “Has kicked off 3 times since she got here, has been in the office all day ranting about things.” Adjusting you again, he pointed to where Baekhyun had headed; the man in question standing with two other men and woman, only two of them looking scarily like him.

“Baekhyun’s family,” Chanyeol confirmed, “I don’t bother myself with them, none of them like me, but they do love to berate him…”

“Things aren’t always what you hear, you need to take time to look around sometimes,” Chanyeol confirmed slightly.

“That’s poetic coming from you,” You hummed, looking around before pointing at Jeonghwa and Yixing, “Who pissed her off?” You asked.

“Who do you think?” Chanyeol’s chest rumbled from behind you, “He’s standing on the stairs looking like he’s ready to throw himself off them.” You shook your head slightly.

“And how are you feeling?” You asked, “My eyes tell me one thing, but I’ve heard something else”

“Dance with me first,” You could hear a smile in his voice, “And then maybe I’ll feel inclined to talk about myself.”

“Lead the way”, Turning around instantly you held your hand out to him with a nod and a smile.

He merely just faintly smiled before he tugged you towards the space that was meant for dancing – couples of all sorts dancing to the music that was gently playing from the speakers, orchestral but with somewhat of a modern flair. Chanyeol wasted no time, grabbing your other hand he settled the two of you into position, just off the main throng of people; Your hand was delicately placed on his shoulder while he grasped the other one in his hand, his sliding onto your waist – it was intimate enough for conversation but there was still a respectful distance.

“Will you tell me now?” You looked up at him to ask, while he looked over your head, taking everything in, “Or were you just respecting Baekhyun’s orders.”

“What’s a party if you stay in a corner all night?” He asked, “But to answer your question, I’m fine – the wound is healing nicely, thanks to you.”

“Thanks to Jeonghan,” You corrected him, “He done the stitching I merely just gave you some blankets,” He shrugged softly at the two of you danced slowly around the area you permitted yourself to.

“It’s the thought that counts,” He hummed.

“Would it kill you to just thank someone for once?” You raised an eyebrow at him, as he looked down at you briefly before looking away.

“I don’t like him,” Chanyeol stated, “Am I not allowed to do that?” You chuckled in disbelief.

“You don’t know him,” You smiled incredulously, “He done you a favour.”

“Do you like everyone you meet?” He asked you simply, “Is that part of the peppy package?”

“I’m not peppy,” You stated with a huff, looking around at the people around you, “I just give people chances.”

“But how many?” He countered you, “How many chances?”

“Enough to prove their worth,” You frowned at him, “God knows I’ve given you too many.” He smirked at that.

“And I gave your little boy toy a chance, he blew it,” Chanyeol announced, “I only do one, too many and well… You’re asking to get hurt.”

“He’d never hurt me, or you,” You raised an eyebrow at him, “He’s a doctor for god’s sake” He has an amused look on his face as the dance took you both into turning around, his head gesturing faintly to an older man who was by one of the pillars; his cheeks already reddened with the drink.

“Anyone can hurt anyone,” Chanyeol shrugged while there was a beat of silence.

“That man over there is a doctor,” Chanyeol stated, “Do you think he’d ever hurt someone?”

“I’d hope not,” You frowned, “But we’re also at a gang party,” You lowered your voice slightly.

“Ding, we have a winner,” He chuckled, “Profession doesn’t equal good, also doesn’t always equal bad, from what I know that man loves to get his hands dirty.”

“What’s your point,” You rolled your eyes, “What has this got to do with you not trusting Jeonghan?”

“What I’m saying, is that because you know someone doesn’t mean you know them, anyone can hurt you,” He chuckled faintly, “I gave your doctor a chance and saw something you don’t see,”

“Well, what did you see,” You frowned again.

“Something you’ll see in due time,” He nodded at someone who passed him.

“What is it will all of you and being fucking cryptic,” You mumbled, “Why can’t you just say what you mean.”

“There’s no fun in that,” Chanyeol snickered, “Then everyone knows what you’re talking about.”

“Fine, I have another question,” You threw your eyes back, “Who’s Yoora?”

“Oh, that’s how she’s playing,” He hummed, “Why do you want to know?”

“You called me that,” His jaw tensed slightly, “That night after you were stabbed before you passed out - so who is she?”

“My sister,” He licked his lips glancing down at you briefly, “Older.”

“Hmm...” You hummed, “So if I’m right, taking into consideration what Baekhyun said about you being miserable – you’re upset about more than a stab wound.”

“Me calling you her doesn’t mean anything,” He deflected with an eye-roll, “Blood loss makes us do funny things.”

“But you were thinking about her,” You countered.

“Is it a crime to think about your family?” He frowned slightly, “God imagine the prisons if that was the case,”

“It’s not a crime to think about your family, but adding onto everything else,” You thought carefully, “And the fact you haven’t seen her for nearly ten years, I’d page a guess something’s happened, am I wrong?” You smiled up at him, his own eyes giving you an unamused look.

“I believe that’s none of your business,” He said while spinning you around. “Just why are you here exactly?”

“I was invited,” You grinned.

“Whose smart idea was that?” He rolled his eyes but before he could pull you back in, you saw a hand rest over Chanyeol’s bicep stopping the movement.

“Mine,” Baekhyun said with a tense smile, “Mind if I cut in?” Chanyeol frowned slightly but stepped away, gesturing for him to take his spot.

“Nice dancing with you,” Chanyeol smile slightly at you, moving away to give his brother room.

“This isn’t over,” You countered while he walked away with a slight chuckle, but the jovial nature didn’t last long as Baekhyun tugged you towards him – the dancing style very different considering he was closer to your height.

“I thought Chanyeol was my babysitter,” You asked quietly noticing the tense air of the man, “Or is something wrong.”

“You’re good at reading people,” He spoke just as quiet as you, tugging you a bit closer to hear you, “Let’s just say I needed a small escape plan.”

“Family issues?” You asked, locking eyes with him.

“Something like that,” He sighed.

“Well…Do you want to talk about it?” You asked carefully, “You did come over here to me,”

“Not particularly,” Baekhyun’s mouth tightened slightly.

Sighing, you let the dance move into silence as he led you around, he was quite the dancer but your eyes were too busy drifting to be able to pay too much attention to it – instead of focusing on the pair dancing a few feet away; Sehun and Jeonghwa.

“I thought they were mad at each other,” You nodded slightly to them as Baekhyun’s head turned with a slight smirk.

“They’re always mad at each other,” He said, “It’s just part of their relationship.”

“Relationship,” You echoed slightly, “Some relationship.”

“Is the green-eyed monster knocking at your door?” He smirked again to which you rolled your eyes at.

“I don’t know him enough to be jealous,” You sighed, “Why does everyone keep assuming that.”

“Because no one looks at Oh Sehun with puppy eyes,” Baekhyun retorted, “People look at him with respect, fear, hate – but not lovesick puppy eyes.”

“But Jeonghwa-,” He cut you off.

“Jeonghwa looks at him like a task she needs to accomplish,” He stated looking over you, “I don’t think that woman has a romantic bone in her body.”

“But…” He started with a sarcastic edge, “I don’t often know people that fall for their kidnappers, is Stockholm Syndrome all the rage?”

“It’s not-,” He cut you off again, pulling you closer with a wicked smirk.

“In another world, I imagine the two of you would make quite the couple...” Baekhyun hummed, an air of severity dripping into the word, “But sadly this is our reality, and frankly... the future of it is being switched from a promise to a threat with you around.”

“So whatever idea’s you stored in your little head about how this all ends? It needs to stop,” He hissed softly, making it look like the two of you were just having a polite conversation. “This won’t end well for you.”

“Do you often lash out at people to deflect from your own problems?” You raised an eyebrow a him, “Does cutting someone else down for a second make you feel a fraction better about everything around you.”

“I enjoy watching the light in people’s eyes die,” He said sarcastically, “What can I say.”

“I don’t have any ideas about anything, Baekhyun,” You stated firmly, “I am here like you asked me to be, that’s it – after today it’ll never see any of you again besides work, sound good?”

“Sound’s perfect.” He hummed straightening back up.

The dance and the conversation trailed off to a finish the song started to die back down, a few people clapping slightly as the orchestra finished their piece; only a brief second passing before they started back up – Baekhyun being quick to release you, the people around you started to part, a figure emerging from the crowds.

Parting the crowds like the red sea was Sehun, fitted in a suit much more formal than his usual ones; the black fabric clinging to him in a way that let your mouth feeling a lot drier than it had done before; his hair that was usually pushed away from his face was parted off to the side with the front section only being slightly pushed away, the inky tresses falling around his forehead like ribbons of silk.

“Boss,” Baekhyun nodded slightly, glancing between you two, “What do I owe the pleasure.”

“Your brother is asking for you,” Sehun announced, nodding at you with a smile, “Taking care of our guest well?”

“Quite well,” Baekhyun edgily smiled, “If you’ll excuse me.”

“Excused,” Sehun smirked softly, making room for the walking man before turning to you, “Everything to your standard?”

“I don’t think my standard matters all that much,” You nodded slightly.

“Nonsense,” He chuckled faintly, “You’re probably one of the few people here that’s never seen this before, I’d like to know if we’re doing a good job.”

“It’s very nice, Sehun,” His name felt like sand in your mouth, “If you’ll excuse me, I do believe I had a conversation with someone to finished.” You said as you attempted to walk past him, but you jumped slightly as his hand caught your arm in a loose grip, tugged you back.

“Dance with me,” He stated, as you opened your mouth in slight shock.

“I think I’ve had enough, for now, you’re probably busy,” You explained as people started looking at the two of you.

“I wouldn’t ask otherwise,” He smiled easily at you, it was faint, but it was there. Sighing deeply, you nodded. Letting him take your hand and drag you back to him to get into position, only this time you were aware of where he was touching you as the two of you took off.

He was gazing down at you now, a vague sense of amusement dancing in his eyes; your own eyes barely managing to keep focused at the warm of his hand sitting casually on your waist; it was beautifully distracting. The moment felt more surreal than it was, the music feeling like it caressed one ear and went straight back out the other as the two of you moved calmly to it, your heart in time with your steps magically; gliding across the floor with no care.

“You’re better at this than I thought” He hummed, plucking his eyes away from yours to peer over your head, the warmth of his breath hitting your forehead softly, he was closer than the other two, as he spoke, “Maybe you’re made for these sorts of things.” You scoffed at that.

“You don’t know me that well,” He was close enough to the point his aftershave was making a home in your senses, “I actually can think of a million other things I’d rather be doing right now.” He chuckled at that.

“I don’t know you that well,” He repeated with a smirk, “But I can tell you’re an excellent liar,” His eye’s flicked down at yours again briefly as his voice lowered to a tone only, you’d hear.

“We need those sorts of people around here.” He tutted softly.

“I’m not a liar,” You pursed your lips softly, “And I’m not joining your little… club” You raised an eyebrow at him as you looked up at him, his face very much looking down at you as your forehead brushed his nose.

“See that’s where you’re wrong, you are a liar, and a bold-faced one at that,” He smirked softly, “And I don’t think you’re cut out for my little…club” He mimicked you.

“How am I the liar?” You sniped at him while he chuckled, "When you're right here?"

“It’s in your eyes,” He stated, “You’re lying about something, and a part of me wants to know what that is.”

“You don’t need to know everything,” You countered him, “I’m nothing to do with you.”

“You’re at my party,” He hummed, “You also work at my bar, I’d say that’s pretty involved.”

“But why is that?” You caught his eye as you stared him down, “Why do I work for you? why am I here? I have just as many questions as you.” He tittered at that.

“Why do you think I’m the only one involved? And I told you why you’re working for me, or did you forget our little car ride?” He chuckled pulling you a bit closer, “You’re so full of questions but you don’t have the backbone to ask them.”

“I do have a backbone,” You looked away from him, “For normal people things, like making sure I get an order right or getting a refund – not dealing with people like you.”

“Am I not a normal person?” He asked, “I thought the term normal was relative?”

“You’re insufferable,” You scoffed, “Why does everyone here dance around their words?”

“Because if anyone tells you what they mean, they’ll have to kill you,” He stated simply.

“See, that’s not normal,” You gulped softly, “None of this is.”

“To you,” Sehun countered, “I think this is perfectly normal,”

“The world doesn’t revolve around you,” You rolled your eyes at him.

“My world does,” He smirked at you as he held your gaze, looking around your face for a second while it softened.

His eyes were like barrels of warm whiskey if you caught them in the right light, but the intensity came from the fact that Sehun had a knack for looking at you like he was trying to peel back every layer of you in mere seconds and without words. It was charming to see someone want to figure out something they couldn’t understand, to have that attention on you for long enough to know that they were really looking at you.

“You look beautiful,” He said quietly, “I haven’t said that to you yet.”

“You look good yourself,” you gulped softly as you looked back at him, remembering every little thing that made him…Him.

“I wasn’t lying,” He said quietly, “You do fit in here – even if it doesn’t feel like it, most people would have bailed at the door.”

“I was asked to be here so I am,” You nodded slightly, “Least I could do I guess…”

“Baekhyun talked to me about the meddling,” He hummed slightly, “Apologies, I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again, I said that to you before…”

“Who sent the invitation?” You frowned softly, his eyes flicking to the small crease on your eyebrows as you did.

“Faintest clue…” He sighed, his eyes a bit more unreadable, “But does it matter now? You’re here”

“Yes, I am…” You said quietly, focusing back on the dance.

The two of you went back to dancing quietly as you mentally evaluated the situation, it was comfortable to be this close to him surprisingly – it almost felt right to be the person dancing with him, and that was dangerous. His chest was directly in your eyesight as you tried to focus on anything else but your dance partner, but he was insistent on talking.

“You don’t make a lot of eye contact, do you?” He asked casually, releasing your waist slightly to tip your eyes up to meet his, his fingers holding your chin, “I’m no formal dancer but eye contact is a given”

“You’re tall,” You weakly said to try and simmer the conversation down, but he merely frowned using that same hand to move your hair away from your neck slightly – his warm palm resting on your neck as your eyes widened.

“What are you doing-,” You started.

“Shit.” He cut you off with a swear

The world around you blurred for a second, the feeling of his hand on your neck tossing you off to the side with him sending your mind into a spin as the sound of shattering glass suddenly filled the ballroom – the music cutting out fast. You could feel your face forced against Sehun’s as the man let out a pained grunt after the sound of something thudding into flesh filled your ears as well.

The cool feeling of marble against your back sent a chill down your spine as the sound of another thud landed close to you again, the shattering of windows and screams echoing around the room as a replacement for the music. It felt like a lifetime before Sehun peeled back from you, his breath a bit more haggard than before while your eyes adjusted to the sudden light, you neck barely making it to look up at him. He was gritting his teeth, his left arm placed above your head to brace himself on the wall while the other was still around your waist in a tight fashion. The sounds of bullets hitting marble floors sending awful pangs into the air.

“You need to leave.” He hissed out, glancing down at you while you looked around his torso to see what was causing him discomfort, pushing his jacket back on his left shoulder - you gasped, your hand leaving wet as a giant red stain formed around his pectoral.

“Sehun you’re-,” You gasped out, but he moved his chest away with a slight wheeze.

“I said you need to go,” He snapped looking down at you, the fire and pain clear in his eyes – He gulped slightly before pushing himself off you, a hiss passing through his teeth as he ducked again from a bullet that hit the pillar, a dusting of marble raining down on your head as you both ducked.

“But you…” You stuttered softly, frightened out your mind.

“Taeyong.” Sehun snapped as someone came skidding over, a small mind with intense eyes stopping next to you.

You didn’t even get to hear what he said before you were shoved into the man’s arms his lithe body catching you with a grunt as Sehun barked orders at him.

“Get her and anyone else out of here, now.” Taeyong merely nodded as you shrugged in his grip – the sounds of bullets still echoing with the constant yells of men barking orders.

“Wait, you idiot.” You yelled slightly, “You’re the one bleeding.”

“Taeyong.” Sehun snapped ducking again, “Do your job, now.”

“Yes boss,” His voice was surprisingly level while he took you away, your heels scraping on the floor as you tried to escape on your own.

For once in your life, you called out the name you never thought you would.

“Sehun.”

#sehun fanfic #sehun imagine #sehun scenario #sehun smut #exo imagines #sehun au #sehun x reader #exo scenarios #exo fanfic #sehun mafia au #exo fic #exo angst #sehun angst #exo au

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s-fellows-art · 3 years

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Simplified tips on how to improve your art.

.putting under cut because its long but thats cause i explain these and not just list stuff.

1) Flip/mirror your canvas when working. - it allows you see anatomy and other errors you may overlook.

2) before uploading look at the image on a different screen or the next day. - this give you time away from it, and as tempting as it is to upload as soon as your done, if you wait you will see stuff you can improve on and be able to look at it with “ fresh” eyes.

3) Stop shading with black or grey scale colors- shading with inly these colors make the imAge look muddy, if you shade with a color that is a darker hue of the same color your adding shading to it one in the same tempters ( warm= R Y O cool = B G I V on the Rainbow ) you get more vibrant art and you don’t muddy what your working on.

4) Learn to grey scale BEFORE coloring as a draft p2- learning how to shade in black and white can help you identify lighting points and details. When digital painting simplifying something out to a grey scale can help you keep track of what your doing.

5) Use the tools you have access too- References to learn anatomy , taking time to learn amniotomy will help you a lot in the long term, but doing everything off the top of your head your bond to get something wrong early on, or even later on in art. Use the sharpen tool around highlights if your program offers it. It saves time. Also play with your filters and line art colors. These will ad detail to your work and takes less time. If you mess around with the brushes in your program and stuff before starting it will help you later on. Its not cheating professionals use it all the time.

6) practice drawing random stuff- it teaches you the shapes and trains your hand ti make the strokes/motions needed for basically everything. Art studies can be very helpful. Even if it feels stupid drawing 500 eyes on a note pad, it helps.

7) Simple is good, complex is chaos- over complex art is hard to look at because your not sure what to focus on so the areas you want the eye to go to is where you should focus your details rather then make every single little thing detailed. Another way to do this is to brighten the colors where you want the eye to go at first glance in an image, but make the other areas muted in color, or blurred slightly.

8) Don’t be afraid to look up tutorials and take breaks if you get stuck - I personally only learned how to shade faces from watching makeup tutorials. And there is nothing shameful in not knowing how to do something and needing to look it up or ask, its how you learn you can just power you way through it all the time, and somethings your wasting your time if you do for something not worth it in the end run. Also the act if stepping back and away to go do something else is sometimes all you need, sometimes looking at the same file over and over again can be mentally exhausting. Take a break. Drink some water. Stretch your wrists. Look away from it for a while then come back.

9) Stretch your wrists before working- save your self years if pain trust me. I regret not doing this. Also draw from your shoulder not your wrist unless detailing, less stress on your arm and more precision.

10) Use different line thicknesses - i find using thicker lines for areas that touch the outer parts of your drawing or more important areas, and using thinner for detailing adds a bit of detail and quality to your work even if the line art isn’t clean. Inner face parts (other then the top bracket of the eyes), lines between fingers, lines marking clothing folds, and things like that should be done in thinner lines then eyebrows and what not.

Next two some will role your eyes at but honestly makes a huge difference, even if you got to force it at first. Its hard to break a bad habit.

11) don’t look for flaws in your work, look for what you like about it,- if your constantly pointing out what is wring with what you are doing your not gonna go any where, bare minimum go “ okay im not too happy about this, lets see how we can improve it” instead if “ this looks like garbage I hate it”. If you stay in the mentality of I don’t like this , your never gonna be happy with what your making or improve because subconsciously your telling you self you can’t. This slight change in mind set of trying to find at least one thing you like will make a big difference in the long run because slowly you will be moving towards finding a style your comfortable with and going from there, you will be finding things you

12) don’t compare you self to other artist- its one thing to want to take influence in your fave artist, its another to constantly out yourself down because your not like them. Everyone art started as shit. Everyone. We all were that crappy 1 year old can barely hold a pen person at one point. like learning how to read and write or ride a bike.... No one starts as a perfect artists, its something you learn, so comparing your self to people around you is not gonna help you improve and putting yourself down just because your not perfect yet. Even if its something as little as “im happy I finally finished this” is better then “I wish i was like _”. You are slowly moving towards a goal, some people just move quicker then others because they learn different techniques, instead if putting energy into hating everything you do why not try to learn how the people you like the art of got there by learning some techniques your self?

13) Ignore the notes enjoy the journey- Regardless , you making art is amazing in itself . Its something only you have made. There may be other things like it but its not like how you did. Your unique and honestly ignore the notes, if your constantly pushing yourself based off of numbers, your gonna burn your self out and give your self impossible expectations to try to complete. Everyone has different tasted and are not always gonna like what you do the same way, if at all, there is nothing wrong with what you made you simply just can’ please everyone and its not your job to. The notes are a bonus, not a goal, you don’t have to try to compete for them the only person you have to create for for is you. Do what ever the hell you want and if people like it, great, if they don’, then they like a different cup of tea then yours, don’s make it bad tea. Edit 1 as i thought of more : also the reason your sketch looks better then your line art is because your line art is too neet. If you use difrent thicknesses in lines (thicker for outter areas and important areas) and thinner for areas with more movment (bottom crese of eyes or outline of area around puple inner part of mouth clothing inner parts or what ever u feelis needed) it will look better because it will show your brush strokes which is what makes your sketch look good. -You can also add a 3d effect woth the red and blue outlines on areas that are not the central focus of the peice. Blurring has the same sort of effect to where it forces the eye onto the clearer area if the photo and makes it more visually intresting. Having this effect everywhere however can make stuff hard to focus on and diffcult to look at so only keep it on non focus points (most common focus point is the face so wouldnt put it there) .

Idk how helpful these will be but they made a big diff in my progress over the past year. The last bunch made a significant difference for me, though it was really hard to force myself into that mentality. And i still skip doing some of these in occasion ill admit but i hope this helps none the less.

#art tutorials #4 am sorry if theres typos #S.fellowsart #long post

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dahniwitchoflight · 3 years

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Homesquared Chapter 14 part b

Alright time for more reactions to Homesqaured- oh jeezus

the last one of these I did was from october last year, hoo boy alright brain time to get back on the time train things are happening fast

we last left off with me thinking they just fucking hilled Harry but I remembered the wrong house so Harrys fine, John not so much

Yeah, John sad but ooh Karkat shows up!

They seem to have a mutual conversation about lost youth and stuff, really makes these characters feel oold

“JOHN: jeez, i'm sorry karkat.

JOHN: i had no idea how much time had passed.

JOHN: i must have gotten a bit distracted by my house being blown up.“

Oh man, John thats a whole ass MOOD

lol at sburb allocated blow job

yeah Karkats right tho, John does kind of need a kick in the pants to see how he might have been useful here, but Johns still stuck in this rut of not seeing anything around him as Real real, so hes blind to all of the consequences of inaction

John its called derealization and depersonalization, you can get help for that yknow

But I mean, cant really blame him, hes being smothered by the fires of Doom all around him

Its interesting to see that Karkat, a Blood player, is more comfortable navigating through things that constrain them and tie them down, since constraint is something Blood and Doom have in common, Chains and Barriers and Laws and etc

Whereas John the Breath player, just gets bogged down, hes totally out of his element

so it ends up being like John: “Id like to cling to some funny moments of my youth pls and try to lighten the situation up a bit because I cant do anything when so heavy”

versus Karkat being like: “BUCKLE UP FUCK TITS THIS SHIT IS YOUR LIFE NOW GETS USED TO WADING KNEE DEEP IN THE SHIT LIKE THE REST OF US GROWN ASS ADULTS”

John: ):

Hmm, both Vriskas have been captured, but Annie basically rescued herself, knowing Vriska Prime she probably has a plan or an idea about that, see well see how that goes

“KARKAT: JANE'S PLAN FOR THIS CONFLICT HAS THUS FAR CONSISTED ALMOST ENTIRELY OF KIDNAPPING VARIOUS HIGH PROFILE CHILDREN.

KARKAT: IT'S BIZARRE.

KARKAT: AS THOUGH WE ARE FIGHTING A WAR OF ATTRITION, WHERE THE MAIN RESOURCE BEING UTILIZED IS THE OFFSPRING OF THE MOST POWERFUL PEOPLE ON THE PLANET.KARKAT: IF IT WASN'T ONE OF THE CORE TENETS OF HER FASCISTIC PHILOSOPHY, I'D BE TEMPTED TO SAY THAT CURBING REPRODUCTION MIGHT HAVE BEEN A GOOD IDEA, IF ONLY TO PREVENT THIS KIND OF FUCKSHIT NONSENSE FROM HAPPENING.

Oh. Well I guess that was Dirk’s “plans” for Jane all along. Obviously he was using Jane as a vehicle to gather “players” for his eventually next session, interesting

But who has Jane kidnapped in total thus far?

Does Tavros count? he was certainly trapped with her for some amount of his life, but I dont know if that counts as a kidnapping, John certainly tried to kidnap HIM though from the epilogues

Annie certainly counts as being kidnapped

Vrissy has JUST been captured so that counts, and Harry so far is still fine

Which bodes so well for Harry’s future Im sure

Yeah, Vriska should have been able to not outwit any capture attempts, but my guess is either Vrissy got capture and Vriska dove in, OR, Vriska’s doing an inside job so to speak and got caught on purpose, dragging Vrissy along as well

I guess we’ll see when we see their “prison”

Anyway John, don’t get so down on yourself, you’re just ignorant to everythiong around you! thats why nothing makes sense and you can’t connect to anything, easy fix! Just try to learn more and care more about stuff lol

Man does this feel like a strong metaphor between people who are into/care about politics and people who feel like they can’t get into it though

Crossing that hurdle from one side to the other is rough

“KARKAT: BUT NOTICING THE PROBLEM AND MAKING MEANINGFUL PROGRESS TOWARDS SOLVING IT ARE TWO COMPLETELY DIFFERENT THINGS.”

yup

man, this is all feeling startlingly relevant to the current times, I should have read this sooner

“ KARKAT: PLEASE DO NOT TELL ME YOU JUST HAD ANOTHER EMOTION THAT WE NEED TO DROP EVERYTHING IN ORDER TO DISSECT. “

hah, oh wow, Karkat when you phrase it like that, it’s almost as if you’ve become self aware of your tendencies to Moirail people out of their problems

Not really that out of character for a Blood player to end up being the Therapy Friend though lol

Just don’t burn yourself out on that though

JOHN: karkat, we still haven't spoken about *you*!

KARKAT: ABOUT ME?

JOHN: yes.

KARKAT: ABOUT *ME*?

JOHN: about you.

KARKAT: WHAT THE FUCK ABOUT ME.

JOHN: well...

JOHN: you know, how you feel!

KARKAT: HOW I FEEL.

I know Karkat has probably matured past misunderstandings like this now given he’s really come into a great understanding of his Blood aspect, but by golly do I wish Karkat would misunderstand this as John’s attempts to be Moirail-reciprocal sdkjfhwlijebr

What a perfect way to continue their relationship, on top of more misconstrued romance quadrants XD

Spades is old Hat, Diamonds are in now babey

this started out funny, but Karkat’s emotional rant just ended up being depressing not funny ):

I have to say though, it is REALLY interesting to see John’s depression manifesting in a very breathy sort of way

Karkat in these panels was more closer together, connected, but as John gets more and more depressed over the course of Karkat’s rant when he realizes Karkat doesn’t know dave died, the panels get seperated by lines of blue, and slowly drift off away from John and from eachother

but thats basically been hows its been manifesting all along

the more John feels Disconnected and Seperate from the reality he finds himself in, the more he finds his will untethered, the more depressed and unable to act he gets

and right now its so much so that even a fuller fledged Blood player is having trouble grounding him back down

I don’t know, I always viewed the depression metaphor as a dark watery void to sink into and feels heavy and encapsulating (but probably thats just my Light-y interpretation of it)

so its interesting to see the depression metaphor as this floating disconnection instead, so much that it leans towards derelaization/depersonalistion/dissociation as well

I wonder if John will start dealing with bouts of actual full blown dissociation as this gets worse?

I mean, Breath aspect has given the literal ability to ghost around wherever he pleases in all other ways, why not literally and physcologically as well?

So John seems to be fully overembracing his aspect here, to a very unhealthy degree here, which I see you asking “aha Dahni, but hes doesn’t have overblown self esteem here, quite the opposite, is this not an inverted state instead? or something else because hes acting like hes inverting to Breath?”

and I say not so! reader, for overembracing is the idea that through your aspect, your will is overwriting the wills of others, and in someone like Vriska, this manifests in a very selfish and over self esteemed way

but is not John’s will overwriting Karkat’s here? Through Breath? And isnt John also being a little selfish here? Considering how he feels about things, more important than how anyone else feels? How Karkat feels?

John is too dissociated to understand that this reality is Real and has Consequences he needs to care about, and Karkat is trying to fight against that, trying to instill his belief that no, this shit is real and it Matters Why Don’t You Care, trying to ground him, trying to give him that dose of Blood he needs

but John’s overembracing Breath is just, blowing that all away, its becoming too strong

Roxy in the epilogues dealt with this as well, when John was really in the shits with it and started to believe Roxy’s whole personality was somehow fake and his own construction, because he convinced himself Roxy would never choose to do the things she did, but Roxy was able to snap him out of it and make him understand and respect it was her own choices that led down his path, not the idea that John’s choices are somehow overriding everyones

But man, John sure is riding that Breath train way too hard, and he keeps snapping back into it as well

Further and Further

#Homesquared #Homestuck^2 #Homestuck #John Egbert #Karkat Vantas #dissociation

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thefutureduchessmarie · 3 years

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My thoughts on Buck Begins (and why it was such a letdown to me)

There was a lot to love about this episode (particularly the background it provided on Buck and Maddie), but ultimately it failed to live up to the expectation for me. Here’s why: FOCUSING ON BUCK/MADDIE INSTEAD OF BUCK/CHOSEN FAMILY

So far the season did a great job in showing exactly how and why Buck grew up with so many abandonment issues and feeling like he wasn’t enough. But the issues didn’t come from Maddie. Sure, he was hurt when she moved away, but that had already been mostly dealt with. And of course discovering she lied to him his whole life was hard, but I feel like given their current relationship Buck would always forgive her for that, he just needed time to process it. What I really needed from this episode was for Buck to realize/accept that he’d already found the family he’s been looking for his whole life.

The idea that he 118 are each other’s chosen family is one of the central themes of the show, and I needed that energy now, more than ever. All I wanted was to see them doing everything they could to save Buck, not because it’s their job, but because they love him. And they did - each one of them walked into that building, knowing they could very well die. We just didn’t get to see that because the show failed to realize that should have been the climax all along.

Was there seriously no one who could tell him that he doesn’t have to save every single person on the planet in order to be worthy? That he’s enough on his own? Because that’s the reason why he keeps putting himself in life-threatening situations to begin with. And instead of helping him realize that, they praised him for it and told him that’s why they love him so much, reinforcing his belief that he needs to be out there saving people in order to earn the right to be loved.

BOBBY

The father/son relationship between him and Buck has been an important part of the show since season 1. So when it was revealed that Buck Begins would address Buck’s complicated relationship with his parents and culminate with him being stuck in a fire - a situation that mimics the way Bobby’s children died, it felt like everything was lining up for this dynamic to be the heart of the episode. It seemed to offer the perfect opportunity for both of them to make peace with their past (Bobby couldn’t save his children, but he could save Buck; and Buck could get closure from his parents and fully accept Bobby as the only parents figure he needs in his life). The crossover only seemed to confirm that.

By ignoring that, and not showing any special focus on Bobby, they didn’t just waste the opportunity to tell a beautiful and meaningful story. They completely disrespected Bobby as a character. Because you look me in the eye, and tell me that seeing someone he recognizes as a his kid, someone he loves and feels responsible for stuck in a building on fire wouldn’t be triggering as fuck to Captain Nash! The show can’t just ignore the single most traumatizing event of his life simply because they don’t know how to address more than one relationship (Buck/Maddie) in one episode.

EDDIE

If there’s one thing I hate in television, it’s fan service. Its always painfully obvious when a show is doing something not because they believe in it, but because the fans want it. However, right now 911 is doing a sort of anti-fan-service that is just as terrible. Basically, they created a “Buddie monster” that doesn’t seem to have been planned and now they have no idea how to handle it. It was so clear that they were going out of their way to avoid any Buddie moments in this episode, that they ended up throwing Eddie’s characterization and the beautiful friendship they wrote for him and Buck out of the window.

The Eddie I’ve been seeing for 3 seasons now would be the first to rush into that building after Buck, even before he got any confirmation or authorization from anyone. Instead, they turned him into this ice cold person right when Buck was feeling so unloved and abandoned. They don’t want to make Buddie as a couple? Fine. I can live with that. But please don’t disrespect the amazing friendship that has been canonically written. If they don’t think they can show us Eddie caring and worrying about his best friend without making it romantic, then it means they’re not doing they’re job well.

They also inadvertently created a power imbalance between those two that literally no one asked for. Because now, if you compare how each of them reacted to the other being stuck in a life risking situation, it comes across as Buck caring way more than Eddie. Which I don’t think it’s true, but alas…. Its there now, and it reinforces Buck’s feelings of never being enough.

(And yes, I’m already taking into account their different personalities. I never expected Eddie to panic in the way Buck did in Eddie Begins. But I was expecting him to freak out in his own Eddie way, which he didnt. At all. Despite the show repeatedly showing us how important Buck is in his life and how much he unravels without him)

The cheap queer baiting (“I feel like he’s working his way through the village people”? They were purposely showing past-Buck in queer stereotypes and they know it. And Im really getting tired of them not putting their money where their mouth is) v them going out of their way to make sure there were no meaningful interactions between Buck and the man people ship him with

PLAIN-ASS INCONSISTENCIES OR WEAK TV :/

First thing Bobby told them when they got to the scene was that they couldn’t separate from the team. They’re all trained professionals, fully aware of how risky the situation was. They’re also aware that Buck is the most reckless member of the team on a normal day, and that day he was dealing with some particularly difficult shit. So why the hell did no one stop him when he tried to separate from the team? If you wanna convince yourself the 118 suck and don’t love Buck, fine, but I know its not true. So Hen and Chim letting Buck go just feels out of character to me. Something the writers did, not because it made sense, but because they needed to have him alone and couldn’t come up with a better plan.

Now compare that to Eddie Begins, for example, a Begin episode that followed a very similar structure. Eddie being stuck didn’t feel forced, because the situation was properly explained and contextualized. Everything made perfect sense given their line of work, the team dynamics and protocol. It felt like the natural consequences of a very risky job. It also made sense that Eddie Begins focused so much on Eddie/Christopher and climaxed with him fighting like hell to return to his son, because that’s Eddie’s struggle - feeling like he failed as a parent.

Buck’s struggle is feeling like he was always the one left behind. The one people didn’t love enough, because he it made it hard to. So by not focusing on his relationship with his chosen family, all we’re left with is “Buck and Maddie against the world”. Which is not where any of those characters deserve to be and ignores all the progress that has been made for 4 seasons.

By focusing so much on this one relationship, they also turned this into “Buck and Maddie Begins”, instead of Buck Begins. THEY COULDN’T EVEN FOCUS ON BUCK IN HIS OWN EPISODE. Tell me how is this supposed to help resolve his insecurities?

I did love all the flashbacks and the moments between the siblings tho. And I cried reals tears when Maddie pulled out her own version of Buck’s box. I guess I’ll just have to rely on fanfiction and headcanons to fill all the voids mentioned above

#911 fox #evan 'buck' buckley #maddie buckley #bobby nash #eddie diaz #buck begins #Sorry if this is such a downer - I just needed to get it all out of my chest

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zpetlovesglitter · 3 years

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The Wicked Powers Theories

The Wicked Powers has recently been getting me excited WAY too much - which says a lot about how weird I am since Cassie hasn’t even started on it yet (LOL).

aND, so, I kind of thought it’d be nice to jot down some predictions and theories on how the series might go and maybe some thoughts on THE SHIPS (that really do be the real TEA).

So.Here we go.And do let me know about any thoughts you have on this topic as well - I read anything about TWP like a crazed creature these days istg.

1)The POV has already been envisioned to be from Ty, Dru and Kit. I absolutely love this settlement since they are all very intriguing characters. Ty is an interesting person and his actions are always unpredictable, so we might enjoy this one. And,I believe he is at The Scholomance while the story progresses, followed by Livvy (Ghost Livvy, I mean).It’s still unclear what Livvy’s situation is, so I can’t wait to know more about that - it’s bound to be something unexpected. And, as for Dru, it’s kinda obvious. We all know that WE HAVE A LOVE TRIANGLE COMING UP. But, other than that, we also know she attends The Academy and finally starts to makes some friends and even has that really close Italian (..or was it Spanish???) Shadowhunter friend who’s her age and Cassie also revealed that the two are really tight indeed. And I will be honing in on the Love Triangle soon - I told you I’ll be trying to spill whatever tea I’m guessing at. And, as for the last character WE HAVE KIT! OMFG YOU DO NOT KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE OLDER BROTHER KIT.LIKE GOSH DARN IT HE IS SO ADORABLE AND MINA IS SO EFFING CUTE I CAN’T EVEN- AND KIT’S TRAINING WITH JEM AND HE IS GOING TO BE A WELL-TRAINED SHADOWHUNTER IN TWP, SO YAYYYY!! And, I absolutely CANNOT wait for MinaXKit interactions, they are the cutest siblings ever and I absolutely know that Mina grows up to be sarcastic. I can’t wait for the possible sarcastic arguments between Kit and 4-year old Mina. YOU THINK I FORGOT ABOUT KITxTY? NOPE.THE REAL SHET’S COMING UP.

2)Now,we know that the storyline is going to have something to do with that Faerie Heirloom that was from the Rosales Family. And, Cassie also said it was going to be kind of an Arthurian Legend-ish story. If you don’t know the Arthurian Legend, I suggest you read on it. I’m not sure if Cassie meant the characters and LOVE Aspect of it or the LEGEND aspect of it as in the stuff about Excalibur and all. But, for now we’ll view it in both and examine it, shall we?

King Arthur's reign ends after his wife and best knight have an affair.

This is the drama in the legend.But, there are no relationships with the MCs yet. So idk. I’m clueless. Like, maybe Dru has a relationship?? Okay I’m clutching at practically nothingness so don’t judge me. :/

So,it’s obviously something to do with the LEGEND.

I am afraid I cannot say too much about it, since I have never read too deeply about it. But, here’s some of the basics:

-He managed to pull out Excalibur from the rock it was stuck in.

-He wielded Excalibur for the people and not for his own self-interest.

-He gets help from a wizard named Merlin.

-The peeps go on a quest.

And I have this reference from a website..I’ll hit u with the link as well, if you’d like to read more on it like I did

Arthurian legend, the body of stories and medieval romances, known as the matter of Britain, centring on the legendary king Arthur. Medieval writers, especially the French, variously treated stories of Arthur’s birth, the adventures of his knights, and the adulterous love between his knight Sir Lancelot and his queen, Guinevere. This last situation and the quest for the Holy Grail (the vessel used by Christ at the Last Supper and given to Joseph of Arimathea) brought about the dissolution of the knightly fellowship, the death of Arthur, and the destruction of his kingdom.

(I’ve linked it with the text above.)

So,now I thought this was interesting- the destruction part. After all, it’s something I’m expecting about the Shadowhunters. Will the Clave maybe be destroyed? Or maybe Faerie will be destroyed? So,there were three things that brought on this uh Destruction.FIRST, his wife and his best buddy were going behind his back and doing them lovey-dovey stuff. And they all go on some quest to retrieve something important to them. So, this sounds like something plausible to be the plot of TWP. Maybe the Heirloom’s missing? And who goes on the quest though? Maybe they venture through Faerie? BLAH MY HEAD HURTS SOME THINGS ARE BETTER TO BE SURPRISED WITH ;)

-----I kinda scrolled back up while writing about Janus down there and remembered CLARY MIGHT BE TAKEN HOSTAGE LIKE YESS AND THEY GO FIND HER MAYBE?

3)We will defo see Christina, Mark and Kieran at some point- no worries, Emma and Julian too. Happy Couples! XD

4)So,then we can look forward to Dru and Jaime’s interactions. I am absolutely excited for this the most, as a shipper of the two. If you remember, we saw Jaime ignoring her for a while back there at the end of QOAAD and then he says “See ya at the Academy soon ig”. I really do hope they meet and hang out as friends, at least. I am excited to see what kind of trope it’s gonna be tho. Like, do they ignore each other and remain awkward until they start the adventure stuff in the book where they eventually have to talk to each other after years or smth. Or, maybe they’re really good friends rn. But, what I’ll warn y’all shippers is that they might not end up together, and could wind up as brother-sister-ish kind of best buddies. Which is equally cute a relationship imo. It’s a really sweet thing to be, really. I lowkey hope Cassie spins something beautiful for their relationship like a sibling-like best friends kind of thing. But, I feel like they might have feelings for each other in secret. Or maybe they date. Or maybe they suppress their secret-feelings for the sake of friendship later on in the book and end up having that really sweet friendship I was talking about.There are SO many options and that is precisely why I am so freaking excited.

5)JAIME ROCIO ROSALES. Like, I have this gut feeling that he might end up being my fave male protagonist character in TSC. He’s got it ALL. Like, the sense of humour, the looks, the bubbly yet brooding personality, the quirks and OFC THE FRICKING NAME ITSELF IS CUTE AF LIKE BRUH I CANNOT WAIT TO READ ABOUT HIM.I have so much to say about Jaime but I’d rather we let ourselves simply wait for the crumbs Cassie might give us or maybe reread all his parts in TDA like I do everyday or just wait for the book to come out rather than simp for someone we know nothing about yet....

6)Ash Morgenstern. He’s a cute lil bean. That was random and untrue lmao. He’s not a ‘lil bean’. He’s totally badass with dem wings and all, but we know he’s soft inside for Janus and ofc Dru, I believe. I find him the most intriguing character, honestly. I would love to know what goes through his head. He’s actually, like, the one character in TSC that I don’t have all figured out. He gon surprise us all for sure tho. He is awesome. That’s all I have to say for now. And he looks up to Janus which is SO GODDAMN SWEET AHHHH. And THE WINGS I CANNOT WAIT TO READ MORE ABOUT THE WINGS IT SOUNDED SO BADASS ISTG I LITERALLY CANNOT WAIT GOSH DARN IT. But he really do be a cute lil bean lowkey tho.

7)Kit and Ty LOL. I have no words really. But lemme tell you how it might go. There is definitely going to be some kind of reunion. AND THEN THAT’S WHERE IT GETS CUTE. They could either be awkward and we know what tension that gets us-perhaps some whisperings of My Watson...(? ;) and maybe they go all sad and brooding with dem looks later OR, they could be the sweetie-pies they were before and be happy and all HIII BUDDDYYYY MISSED YAAA LESS GO BE DETECTIVES YAY BURN IT UP MAH BUDDY!! Either way it’s going to be cute af and we know it . TRUST IN CASSIE Y’ALL.I trust Cassie to let this ship sail the seven seas and seven more like it deserves.

8)Ash and Dru So, Ash has a strange lil fixation on Dru and I believe he even thought she was ‘pretty’ or something. It was definitely a good adjective, but I think he said ‘pretty’. idk but we know he likes her. and I can imagine a nice relationship. I can picture them with her hair flying in the wind and they meet for the first time or smth. IHNI WHAT IM SAYING. But, there will be DRAMA. They are going to be real cute with each other YOU CAN BET ON THAT.And, by cute I do not necessarily mean ‘Oh, you have the loveliest eyes’ or some shet like that. I have a feeling it’s going to be a case of ‘Well,that’s not weird or anything YOU WEIRDO - NO U - NO U - NO U’ However this relationship is going to go, I know that it’ll be a sweet one.And, for all you shippers of these two, I have no assurances that HE IS THE ONE or anything but he is definitely a candidate. Jaime is going to be some competition I can tell. So, idk. It depends on the Jaime x Dru ship to decide things for Ash x Dru ship imo, since it might be a no-brainer if the two have feelings for each other- I mean,Jaime is an actually perfect love interest in TSC, while Ash is strong potential Best-Friend material, so it’s ONLY if Jaime and Dru don’t like each other that way that Ash could make it as a love interest. So, if y’all wanna find out what’s in it for you guys, ask Cassie maybe about how the Jaime x Dru ship might go, the next time u wanna ask her ;)

9)Tavvy and maybe the kid Helen and Aline might have had We were getting hints of another baby, so HERE WE GO.Tavvy might have a playmate. :D. YAYYYYYYYYYY

10)Janus I’m honestly worried about him. He is a worrisome character. I hate empathising with the antagonist, personally. AAAAHHHH . I hope we see some character development in him. I really don’t want to see him as an antagonist in the story. He’s sweet and feels cheated, but he should realise that it ain’t Jace’s fault but SEBASTIAN’S fault. I would like for him to make amends with Jace :( And, also, he might get the story started in TWP tho idk. But, seriously tho, when he went home in that short story and Ash asked, “I thought you were gone forever?” or something of that sort and he shook his head sadly and Ash went soft for him. Like, that fricking broke my heart. I love this relationship tho. And, i hope Clary and him can be good friends. But, I feel like he might end up dying to save her or smth and make us all cry . T_T

11)WHAT TF IS GOING ON WITH THE SHADOWHUNTER POLITICS RN THO?HOW AND WHERE ARE THEY ALL SURVIVING TOGETHER WHAT IS THEIR SYSTEM AND STUFF THIS IS NOT A POINT WITH POTENTIAL THEORIES COZ HONESTLY I WANT TO BE SURPRISED BUT I THINK THEY MIGHT ALL JUST BE IN HIDING AND THEN IN TWP THEY MIGHT HAVE TO COME OUT FOR A QUEST OR SMTH AND WHAT IS HAPPENING TO THE SHADOWHUNTERS AT THE CLIMAX OF THIS WHOLE SERIES??? IT IS THE END OF TSC SO IM SCARED AND KINDA SAD TOO :(((((((

12)Thule We might learn more about the Thule world and maybe they restore it or maybe the Quest is in Thule. idk. we don’t know much, but Thule will most probably be explored a lot. Cassie wouldn’t have opened up Thule for no reason.

13)Zara and Emma Showdown? Befriend e/o ? What’s in store for these two? If it’s a showdown we get to see CORTANA YAY I AM OBSESSED WITH CORTANA NOW BECAUSE OF CORDELIA AND HER OBSESSION GOSH DARN IT WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME

14)BIG WAR I see a huge war coming I just know it. It’s a climax so there MUST be a big war and so I cannot wait! Feel like there’s gonna be some deaths as well. Lowkey feel like Jia might die. I can feel it. :(

15)The best-friend shadowhunter of Dru is a nice thing to look forward to! I can’t wait to read about the two! And I love the fact that Dru is finally exposed to new people. And, for anyone who’s confused as to how she goes to the Academy, in QOAAD she only said she’ll have some maturity done AFTER some years . Those years are over and she at the Academy now hecc yeah I BELIEVE THE BFF IS CALLED THAI AND SHE’S FROM THE SPANISH INSTITUTE CORRECT ME IF IM WRONG???

16)Magnus Bane He is literally everywhere. He gon be here too. No worries for all the Magnus Bane stans. He’ll make it here without a doubt! Good for you :). and the entire community of shadowhunters they literally always need him 17)THE MAIN MAIN PLOT THE SHADOWHUNTERS SHOWDOWN IS OBVIOUSLY GOING TO ALSO BE RELATED TO THE PRINCES OF HELL COMING TOGETHER AND I AM TOO SCARED TO LOOK TOO INTO IT BUT WE KNOW SHIZ COMING GNJODIFPEDWEFHUGBJ VM

18)THIS IS KINDA RANDOM BUT I CAN’T WAIT FOR THE SELF-ESTEEM GROWTH IN DRU LIKE PLEASE SHE QUEEN MWAH

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hello!!! im really sorry to bother you! im a huge fan of your powerless series and i was very excited to see you beginning to post the next instalment, but i just had a question!! od*zai makes me really uncomfortable for personal reasons and i was wondering if there would be any of it in the fic? again im really sorry for bothering you vnjdfklnb

I don’t know when this was asked, I rarely come here...but I’ll answer as best I can and hope it’s not too late. I really don’t want to spoil the story too much, but I can also understand that many fanfiction readers (myself included) don’t like too many surprises in their fics and, when it comes to a multi-chapter fic, they don’t want to invest too much time in a fic that might disappoint them in the end. I also understand that for many people (once again, myself included), ships can make or break a fic, and that many people have notps (I, personally, have *a lot* in BSD), so I’ll try to give you an indirect answer.

I’ll start by noting that I do tag most things appropriately -- including romantic relationships that will appear in the fic, so that’s always your best bet for determining if a particular ship will show up in one of my stories -- sometimes things come up as I’m writing that I didn’t anticipate, and I’ll always warn when the tags of a fic change. I also try to tag when a fic will have an ending that the readers might not be satisfied with.

However, I feel like you might be able to guess the answer to your question too if you read my notes throughout the series. I’ll reiterate a few things I’ve said in the past installments here:

- I’m not a huge fan of Oda. It’s not that I dislike him, I just don’t particularly like him either. I’m neutral about him, I guess. Apathetic is most appropriate. I just don’t feel that the character was well developed by Asagiri. He’s flat and bland. His personality traits read off like a character the author is desperately trying to make readers like by cramming arbitrary positive characteristics down our throats that feel as though they weren’t fully thought out or given much impetus: he rescues orphans, wanted to retire as a novelist, mafia grunt that never kills (though he doesn’t quite qualify as a ‘criminal with a heart of gold’ like Chuuya because we never see him do anything criminal...but then again, we never really see the Port Mafia doing a lot of criminal things beyond murder). He also knows nothing about fairytales and apparently that makes him interesting -- and not an idiot(?) -- to Dazai. In short, like his ability name, he’s basically Flawless. Unless you count his breakdown in Dark Era when his plot devices...er...I mean, orphans that he rescued, each of whom are indistinguishable from one another (except Sakura because, she’s *the girl*) were killed by Mimic, which spiraled him on a Saint’s Martyr journey.

OMG. He’s the Gary Stu of BSD. I never realized it before.

Er, I’m ranting. I didn’t mean to turn this ask into an Oda-Bash, and I mean no offense to his fans. We all connect to different parts of a character, and I just...didn’t connect to anything with him. That’s not to say I wouldn’t rise to the challenge as a writer of giving the character more depth than presented in cannon.

- I’m not so much a multishipper, as I don’t care about any other ships in BSD outside of DaChuu. Not much else to add to that one...

- I won’t be introducing any romantic pairings into the story that weren’t tagged in the first story of Release, because it would be wholly unfair to the readers who’ve stuck with me through to a fourth story to suddenly throw a curveball at them with potential notps. So, while there might be hints to other pairs (teasing, more like, similar to cannon), no new romantic pairs will be confirmed and the readers are free to interpret relationships between characters how ever they want...though I might note in comment replies my own preferences on those ships, that isn’t to say that the readers are wrong in reading into characters within my story their own shipping preferences since the characters are otherwise meant to be close to cannon, and there are no cannon ships...therefore, anything goes.

- I want to see Dazai and Chuuya move towards a healthier relationship in Release. As it stands, there are a lot of growing pains they would need to go through to get there. It’s not enough to “confess your feelings”, relationships are built on a lot more than that. They’ve got a lot of bad history, in cannon and as established throughout my story, that they need to work through. They have certain understandings that they relied on in the past to work with one another which no longer hold true, and so they have to figure out new ways to work together. There’s a lot made of the trust between them, also, in the story, they themselves and characters like Lady Murasaki have made mention of the solid trust between them. The problem there, however, is this trust predated their confession to one another, and is, therefore, built on a foundation that is regardless of love. So it isn’t really a great measure of the state of their romantic relationship -- a mistake, I might point out, Dazai may have already made.

- Not technically me that said this last one, but I would also refer you back to chapter 2 of Lock-Down, where Chuuya and Dazai briefly talk about Oda. Although Dazai is rather aloof about his feelings towards Oda there, he is very clear that he and Oda were never romantically involved while Oda was alive.

...

Something I haven’t really said, but I do want to create space for it here, is that there are many different kinds of love. When I set out writing Release, I wanted to keep as many things as possible close to cannon, I wanted the characters as close to cannon as I could get them, tweaking only what was necessary to make the story work. One of the things from cannon is that Dazai’s relationship with Oda had a powerful impact on it. I see a lot of soukoku writers deal with this by ignoring or downsizing the relationship between Oda and Dazai, or changing Dazai’s relationship with Chuuya to "elevate it” -- for lack of better phrasing -- to the same level. What can’t be denied about cannon is that Oda meant a lot to Dazai, his dying words inspired Dazai to leave the Port Mafia, and in the Beast AU, he changes *everything* and even, arguably, puts Atsushi and Kyouka through a kind of hell to create a world where Oda lives and finishes his novel. I would be a terrible fanfic writer if I didn’t at least acknowledge that it is made obvious in cannon Dazai does love Oda...however, it all depends on your perspective what kind of love that is. Odazai fans like to interpret it as romantic love, and that is their ship, nothing wrong with it, but romantic love isn’t the only kind of love with power, and it’s not the only kind of love that drives people to do whatever necessary for the life and happiness of that person.

Within the context of the Release series, Chuuya also interprets Dazai’s love for Oda as romantic love. This itself is a conflict, but it’s representative of a larger conflict in their relationship...that being Chuuya’s insecurity with regards to Dazai’s feelings for him, which is a theme I really want to explore. I don’t know that it’ll ever explicitly be discussed, but a lot of the trauma from Chuuya’s assault by Dante is actually closely tied with this insecurity too. It isn’t Dante’s actions that affected Chuuya so terribly, rather the newness of his romance with Dazai at that point in time, and how easy it felt for him in that moment, for Dante to brush aside “Dazai’s kisses and touches”. It really represented for Chuuya how fragile and vulnerable his feelings for Dazai are, and how afraid he is that he’ll lose whatever is developing between him and Dazai before he ever really gets to call it his own.

An element of the Release series that I use to drum up drama and suspense, and which I try to impress on readers is that, with few exceptions, we’re only getting Chuuya’s perspective. His information is limited, and his interpretations of events and the people around him are not always going to be reliable. But we’re on this journey with him and we learn most information at the same time that he does. In this case, the important thing isn’t whether Odazai is a thing, it’s that Chuuya *believes* it is a thing. This creates a nice conflict, because it’s very problematic, highlighting that, while Chuuya trusts Dazai with his life, he doesn’t (yet?) trust Dazai with his heart. A partner secure in their relationship would be understanding that they’re not the only important person in their lover’s life, and that their lover can have strong emotions of love for others without it changing their love for their partner. Thus far, it hasn’t come up as a major conflict in their relationship, because Oda is dead, but recent revelations in the fourth Release story (the reliability of the character who gave the reveal, notwithstanding) raises some interesting questions stemming from: what if Oda could be brought back to life. Most readers seemed to have accepted Chuuya’s logic built on his personal narrative that Dazai was in love with Oda and vice versa, that if Dazai is trying to bring Oda back, he’s using Chuuya to do it as some sacrifice, because he truly loves Oda and wants to be with Oda, and that his relationship with Chuuya is meaningless. So, if we stay within that perspective we’re left with the one question: is he really trying to bring Oda back? -- and the conclusion drawn from it being: if he is, he doesn’t love Chuuya, and if he isn’t, he does love Chuuya. But there are some other important questions I don’t see too many readers asking, such as: are these things truly mutually exclusive? Would Dazai being romantically in love with Oda represent the only explanation for why Dazai would want to bring Oda back to life? Would Dazai really see bringing Oda back as being in conflict with his and Chuuya’s developing romance?

Of course, this added potential motivation for Dazai aside, stopping the Grimm Brotherhood is paramount. This is a dangerous organization that is doing horrendous things, and their mysterious machinations are made more ominous by the fact our heroes don’t fully know their ultimate goals. Thus far, everything that’s happened involving Chuuya has been beneficial towards bringing down the Grimm Brotherhood. Regardless if Dazai is pursuing the Brotherhood for personal reasons, his actions still align with the motivations of the Agency and Chuuya.

I don’t know if this answered your question but I hope that you might trust me as a writer that has no intention of “pulling one over” on the readers and that you will continue to stick with the story. I don’t get my jollies from leaving stories with unsatisfactory endings. I believe that there should always be an appropriate payoff that the story built towards. Thank you for the question, thank you for reading and enjoying my other stories, and I hope that you take care!

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Check up

Azz hated coming here. Compared to the surface Hell was, well like Hell. Azz could never understand why any demon would want to spend their after life here. They didn't have a choice but still. The surface had fresh air, blue skies, and most importantly, it was warm.

Hell was always what felt like a million degrees below freezing. The dark grey cavern didn’t have seasons, and ashy snow was always on the ground. Without fire even demons wouldn’t be able to survive the freezing temperatures. With no sun, life here was miserable. Azz couldn’t believe they used to live like this. They were only two years dead but every day here felt like a lifetime on the surface.

Azz shivered rubbing his arms, “I should have brought a jacket”,was always their first thought once arriving. They never did as they never planned on staying longer than they had to.

No matter where on the surface you entered from, you always came out at the same spot, the Hell Gate just outside of the city. This always pissed Azz off, “why not put it in the city, or at least closer to it, not like anyone is going anywhere else” This walk was one of Azz’s least favorite parts of this process. Inside the city was slightly warmer, but out here it was a barren wasteland, the coldest Hell could get. Azz heated up the palm of their hands, rubbing them on their arms as they walked to the city. Azz hated the cold.

Once in the city Azz made their way to a building they knew far too well, and walked inside. It was warmer, but still not as warm has they would have liked.

“You’re late” A voice immediately barked at them.

“Hey its still Sunday!” Azz defended them self.

“Its one AM, Monday morning” The man sighed, “just sit down so we can get started”

The man in charge was almost two feet taller than Azz, wearing a basic lab coat and shirt. He had four horns, two curved like goat horns, and two pointing straight up. They were black with a red hue at the tips. He was missing one eye, but wore no eye patch, the other eye was a bright red, and his skin was a dark blue grey and the colour faded to black as it reached its way down to his hands and feet, which were both sharp claws respectively. He had a simple tail and a set of wings to match. He was one of the oldest and smartest demons around. Some say he was here with Satan to help build Hell thousands of years ago.

He was the doctor.

“Look im fine, i'm still breathing so-”

“Sit.”

Azz sat down on the medical table in the middle of the room, taking off their shoes. Nothing made Azz more upset than sitting through this weekly check up. The doctor walked over to his desk and picked up a clipboard, flipping through the papers attached to it. He walked back over to Azz

“Open your mouth”

Azz obliged, knowing they didn't have much of a choice. They opened their mouth, exposing four large sharp k-9s, surrounded by rows of razor blade teeth, with a forked tongue. “Hmm” The doctor looked around the space, poking some of the teeth as he went, “seems normal”, He took a note on the clipboard, as Azz closed their mouth.

“Yeah, normal so-” Azz was cut off by a bright light being flashed directly into their eye. The doctor held their eye open, taking a look around it before doing the same with the other.

“OW, hey warning next time would be great” Azz snapped.

“Vision seems normal” The doctor took note, ignoring them, “Do you still see in colour?”

“Yup, eye sight is still as good as the day I first arrived here, could be better if you didn’t flash stupid lights at in them!” Azz rubbed his eyes.

“Interesting” The doctor reached up, grabbing one of Azz’s horns pulling down slightly to get a better look.

“OW HEY, A SIMPLE HEADS UP, ALL IM ASKING FOR DUDE”

The doctor looked at both horns. They were a deep dark red, with a slight curve. “Still smaller than average, and still missing the red hue at the tips” He took note of that, letting go of their horns. Azz’s horns were tiny on the surface, and still considered tiny in Hell.

“Ugh, no need to remind me” Azz had always been told that their horns were small and weird from day one. No one knew why they came out like that. In fact that's how everyone down here saw Azz, small and weird.

“Mhm, Hands” The doctor demanded.

Azz rolled their eyes, holding both hands out for the doctor to see. Both hands were black, with a gradient running up his arms til it reached their normal pale skin colour again. Their fingers were longer, more claw-like, and ended in a sharp point. The doctor looked at both hands, stretching and bending each finger.

“Hands are normal” Again taking a note on the clipboard, “Ok, tail”

“Really?”

“Tail.”

Azz groaned, standing up from the table and turning around, their long thin tail now facing the doctor. It was the same deep red as their horns, also with a black gradient at the end. At the tip was a simple pointed triangle, nothing special. The doctor ran their hand over the tail, examining it and the tip at the end.

“Mhm” the doctor let go of their tail, returning to his clipboard, “shirt”

“Fucking seriously??” Azz was getting real impatient, as they always did during their check ups.

“Shirt. Come on im almost done”

Azz growled in frustration, taking off their flannel hoodie followed by their white and purple shirt, leaving their bare back exposed to the doctor. He ran his hand over a spot at the top of their back.

“Hm, you haven’t been picking at it have you?”

“No, it hasn’t been itchy in a while”

The area in question was a small marking, right between Azz’s shoulder blades. The marking was of a set of dark purple demon wings, not coloured in. Every demon had this mark, but Azz was the only demon to have it in purple, not the standard black or red.

“That's good” The doctor pulled his hand away, and took even more notes on the clipboard, “you can put your shirt back on”

“Oh thank stars” Azz quickly put his shirt and flannel back on, “I'm done right?”

“Not yet”

“Oh com ON, I have things to do!!” Azz just wanted to get back to Syd. They always came for their check up once Syd was asleep on Sunday night, and Azz had to make sure they were back before she woke up for school that Monday morning.

“Yes, yes” The doctor waved them off, “important guardian work with your girl i'm aware, but you can’t leave til I get a look at your fire” He pointed back to the medical table, “so sit.”

Azz sat back down, like an angry five year old who didn’t get the toy they wanted with their happy meal.

“Now, show me”

“Ugh fine” Azz held out both their hands and closed their eyes. A second later a small flame ignited in the space above their hands. Everything about it seemed normal to an untrained eye, but the doctor could immediately tell, “It’s still not as bright as it should be”, He stuck a thermometer into the flame, taking its temperature, “and still not as hot”, he jotted down the number on the board. Azz blew the fire out.

“Yes, yes I know i'm a freak of nature and a biological mystery, can I go now??” Azz was already starting to slip their shoes back on. These were things they had been told since they died two years ago, and Azz was getting sick and tired of hearing it over and over again.

The doctor glanced back over his notes, flipping threw some of the other paper on the clipboard, “mmhm, yes you have finished the check up”

“Sick, bye!” Azz tried sprinting out the door, but was stopped by the doctor grabbing their tail.

“Hold on Azz” “Mmmm what now??”

“You need to be on time for your check ups. You can’t keep pushing yourself til the last minute, you know what-”

“Yes, yes second death, look I promise I will be on time next week” Azz just wanted to get away from here, and back to Syd as fast as possible.

The doctor gave them a look, “Ok, see you next week”, with that he let go of their tail and Azz disappeared into the city, heading for the nearest portal back to the surface.

The doctor turned around going back to his desk. Setting the clipboard down he immediately noticed a large empty spot on the corner of the space.

“I really have to bolt that lollipop jar down”

#hellbound #just Azz

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novacxlum · 5 years

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in which luke and alex have a rather hard time adjusting to your separate relationships with the siblings.

request: “Hey i absolutely LOVE the history imagine so much! i totally understand if you don’t like this idea but maybe for a part2 you could like skip to a couple months later when Luke and y/n are dating and you are at alex’s house with the family and theyre kind of fighting over you or its a bit awkward? idk just an idea hun xoxo lots of love” (ps i love you + thank you for the inspo :,-))

a/n: im rly glad you guys liked history! i had quite a few requests for part two, i was rly uninspired and for some reason had a rly hard time with this and it SHOWS. idk but it be like that sometimes i guess so heres wonderwall

“Alex, you guys literally spent all day together yesterday and I stayed out of your way.” Luke scoffs.

“Luke, she’s MY best friend!” His little sister protests.

“And she’s MY girlfriend.” He retorts.

As your best friend and your boyfriend fought from opposite sides of the marble counter in their parent’s kitchen, you stood at the end of the island. You were metaphorically and literally stuck between them and if you weren’t so annoyed, you’d chuckle at the irony of your position.

It hadn’t begun like this. Alex was excited for you to become even more of a part of the family than they had previously thought of you, and Luke was just thankful there was no stress of meeting the family. It was good, and was kind of like nothing had changed, except you spent a little less time with Alex and a little more with Luke. Of course, nothing good lasts forever. Within two months, with you and Luke settling into your relationship, tensions began to rise. Luke, admittedly, grew agitated with the amount of time he couldn’t spend with you because of his sister. As he slowly began to encroach further into your time with your best friend, Alex became irritated with Luke’s apparent disrespect for your friendship.

Almost five months of fighting, with intervention from pretty much every person in your collective lives, and nothing had helped.

“Luke, you can hang out with her any other day, but she’s with me today.”

Luke’s frustration is palpable when his voice rises and he almost shouts, “I invited her over!”

Alex looks to you for any kind of backup, and you look back to her, your face void of any emotions. “How about this: you two can stay here and fight and I’ll go home.” You grab your keys, ignoring the siblings on your heels as you walk out the front door.

“(Y/N), we’re sorry, just come back inside.” Luke goads, but you get in your car without an answer.

“(Y/N)!” Alex shouts, but the key is in the ignition and your pulling out of the driveway as they watch you.

You feel justified in your frustration. You love Luke, and you love Alex, and you couldn’t live without either of them in your life. You understand that it isn’t really your responsibility to play peacekeeper between the siblings, but you feel a little guilty in the situation. You hated to stand up to either of them, you had never been one for confrontation. You had been worried that your relationship with Luke would be a problem, straight back to the first night the two of you had spent together. You have to remind yourself that, in a weird way, Alex was the reason you were even dating Luke, as she had been the one to insist that the two of you get together.

You only drive down the street and around the corner, sitting by yourself for a few minutes to allow yourself to cool down. After about 15 minutes, you decide you’ve calmed down and tortured Alex and Luke enough, so you grab your phone from your back pocket and immediately call Alex back. It will undoubtedly be easier if you talk to Alex first, and Luke later.

She answers after one ring. “What the hell, dude?”

“Don’t ‘what the hell, dude’ me, Alex. I’m not going to waste my time listening to you fight. It’s getting ridiculous and I don’t think I can handle listening to it anymore.”

It’s silent on the other side of the line for almost thirty seconds, which had to be a record on Alex’s part. “He doesn’t understand.”

“I know he doesn’t.” You assure her. “But it seems like you don’t understand either. It’s always been just us and I know you’ve never had to share me before but now you do. It’s time to understand that.” You say.

“I’m afraid you’re going to turn into one of those girls that ditches her best friend for her boyfriend and then you’ll marry him and I’ll spend a lifetime being bitter toward you.”

You chuckle. “Marriage is a big leap there, Al.” You hear a small laugh on the line. “You’re my other half. You know that. I know that you and Luke are, like, weirdly competitive and I think all three of us were a little naive to believe that I wasn’t going to turn into one of your competitions. We’re in uncharted territory. If this is ever going to work, and I hope you know how deeply important it is to me that it does, we all need to work together, okay?”

“I know. Sometimes I just want to punch him so hard he ruptures his appendix.” She vents.

“That really doesn’t sound like cooperating.”

Alex ignores your chastisement. “Please come back.”

It’s only two minutes later that you’re walking up the driveway to see Alex sitting on the front porch. She stands when she sees you pull in, meeting you halfway and wrapping her arms around you before you can even say anything. “I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

“It’s okay, Al.” Both the apology and the acceptance are simple, and that’s perfect. You didn’t need more words from your best friend to know she was being since. “Now, I’m going to talk to Luke, and I’m spending the day with him, and I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

Luke is exactly where you expect him to be; his bedroom. Technically, not really so much nowadays, but the room he had grown up in. The bed was a little too small for him anymore, and you smile at the sight of the tall blonde on the twin bed. His head turns away from his phone when he hears the door open and all worry in his eyes immediately disappears. He sits up and your name falls from his lips.

You sigh, making your way toward him and straddling his lap, resting your head on his chest and giggling when he falls back to lie down. His large hands run up and down your back. “You’re ignoring my calls.” He says, and you sit up to look at him.

“My phone is in the car.”

There’s a beat of silence before he says, “Did you talk to Alex?”

“I did. And I’m telling you the same thing I told her: we need to cooperate. As little as you like it, you have to accept that Alex is basically my girlfriend and we’re stuck with her. You two have to share me.”

This makes him laugh, and he grabs your hips, pulling you back down to lie on top of him. “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you around. Even if it means I have to get along with my pest of a little sister.”

#this is just......absolute shit #luke #luke hemmings #luke hemmings imagine #luke hemmings imagines #luke hemmings x reader #5sos #5sos imagines #5sos imagine #5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer imagines #5 seconds of summer imagine

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idk-mlb-is-reals-cute44 · 4 years

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MLB Secret Santa Gift Part 5!

For @clockworkgalaxies

Oh boy! Picking up right where we left off because Tumblr cut me off, with some excuse like “oops you hit the word count maximum!” Here we go...

~••~

The only good thing that had happened that two weeks was her friendship with Luka had grown. And she’s been seeing Adrien more often, because Alya was always dragging her off to some tea party or cricket match where Adrien would be.

Alya had to be there because of her job, of course, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t also loads of fun. Alya also seemed to have loads of fun teasing Marinette about Adrien, Which Marinette claimed to resent but secretly didn’t mind (which they both knew).

Still, it was hard to get distracted by itty bitty tea cakes when you had a partner who was basically off the map and a king at the forefront of your county who was probably terribly evil, and you couldn’t do anything about it.

Plus, Adrien didn’t quite... seem himself. He was off. Sadder? Marinette wasn’t sure.

“Are you ok?” she asked him one evening, sitting in the fading light of dusk.

“I’m...” he paused, and didn’t say anything for a moment, “I’m doing the best I can.”

He changed the subject before she could say anything more.

Three weeks passed, and no sign of Chat.

~••~

“This is kind of gross.”

Marinette and Luka were standing in a field of toads. Every square inch of the ground was covered in them for at least a quarter mile around.

“It worked, though!” Luka said.

“We should have tried a different spell,” Marinette protested. “Like, literally anything else.”

“You never know when you’ll need a toad!” Luka said, “And it’s a good spell for beginners.”

“I can’t believe you actually roped me into learning magic,” Marinette said.

“I’m proud of you!” Tikki said. “Not many of my bugs ever did spells on their own.”

“Thanks Tikki,” Marinette smiled. “And thank you, Luka.”

“I’ve been a good distraction, haven’t I?” Luka asked, “From... you know.”

“I know.” Marinette sighed. “Is it weird that I miss him even though I hardly knew him at all?”

“No, that makes perfect sense,” Tikki chimes in, “You two were destined to be partners. It only makes sense that you miss him.”

Marinette sighed and hugged Luka.

“What are we going to do?” she whined.

“I have no idea,” Luka said.

Croak. Croak. Croak.

Toads were annoying.

They were in the forest, and it was nearly noon. Almost lunch.

“I’m hungry,” Marinette said, and Luka laughed.

“We can head back then.”

They made their way through the forest, stepping on amphibians left and right. (“This spell is too powerful,” Marinette grumbled, “Who’s idea was this again?) By the time they reached he edge of the palace grounds, they were late.

“We’re gonna miss out on all the good food if we don’t hurry up!” Marinette cried, pulling Luka along as they ran across the fields.

“Hey,” someone said, kind of quietly, but the very sound of it shook Marinette to the core.

All thoughts of lunch were forgotten.

“Chat?”

He was leaning against a wall, in the shadows. It looked like he’d been waiting for them.

“You’re Ladybug, aren’t you?” he asked.

Marinette wanted to lie, for Tikki’s sake, but, “Yes,” slipped out instead of whatever lie she’d been planning to tell.

“You heard the voices,” he said, “In the forest.”

Oops.

“I did,” she said, cursing her apparent inability to keep a secret.

“I... I’m...” Chat paused, took a deep breath, shook his head, and said, “I’m sorry for disappearing for so long. I’m ready to help out again. What’s the plan?”

Marinette winced.

“We don’t have one.”

Chat nodded solemnly. Resigned and unsurprised.

“I may have an idea... There’s something I have that we could use to our advantage.”

“What is it?” Luka asked.

Chat took a deep breath and mumbled, “Claws in.”

Her looked up at them, mask melting away to reveal a face Marinette knew oh-so-well.

“Surprise,” he said kind of weakly, “Im the prince.”

~••~

The plan was simple, but dangerous.

So, so dangerous. Probably a little idiotic.

They would “kidnap” the prince and hold him hostage until the king showed up, by himself, in a meeting place of their choice.

Hopefully the king would agree. Hopefully he wouldn’t just send the army. Hopefully Alya would let them get away with it.

Lots of hopefully-s. Not any definitely-s.

It was the best plan they had, though.

Unfortunately.

“What do we do when he shows up?” Luka asked.

“Blast him with everything we’ve got?” Ladybug suggested, and then blanched and turned to Chat.

“I-I mean, well I—” she sputtered.

“It’s alright,” Chat said, “I really want to punch him in the face, too.”

Ladybug grinned unsteadily, not sure how much she believed that. He’d disappeared for three weeks, after all.

“Marinette,” Luka said then, “I mean, Ladybug. If the code names are even necessary right now? No one’s here?”

Ladybug sheepishly dropped her transformation. Chat did too. They were in the privacy of Luka’s lab. (If she was being honest, the only reason she was transformed was because she looked cool.)

“Anyway, Marinette, and you too, Adrien,” Luka said, “You should learn more magic. I can teach you how to make a safety charm.”

Marinette reluctantly agreed. King Gabriel has a whole damn army of magical warriors. They could use all the help they could get.

Learning magic was hard. She was either in the forest practicing it with Luka and Adrien, or trying to convince Alya to basically sabotage herself and her job.

“Please?”

“I’ll think about it,” Alya sighed, “You’re asking a lot of me.”

“I know,” Marinette winced.

“I’ve had this job for years,” Alya said.

“I... know...”

“If I loose it,” was Alya’s final point, “I might have to leave the caste and find a new job somewhere else, possibly very, very far away.”

Marinette screwed her face up.

“I know,” she whispered, “I wouldn’t ask this of you if it wasn’t really, really important.”

“I know,” Alya said. “...I’ll think about it.”

And that was that.

“We’re getting nowhere!” Marinette said.

“We’ve got a plan,” Luka said, “And obviously we’re getting somewhere. You guys have freed, like, twenty people!”

That was true. She and Chat has been slowly but surely freeing possessed civilians. Not enough to be noticeable, (element of surprise) but enough that they’d got a reputation with the kitchen staff. (Hopefully The king didn’t listen in to his staff’s conversations.)

Still, this wasn’t anything like the books Marinette had read as a kid. They had known Gabriel’s secret for a little more than a month, but they were stuck in a tug-of-rope war between failures and successes.

There was no showdown. No dramatic final battle.

Just a whole lot of planning.

Marinette wished she could skip ahead to the last page.

~••~

Adrien Agreste has said you needed to dig a little to get to know Chloe—the real Chloe.

Marinette did not think a little digging was a good descriptor for a full scale mining operation.

Chloe was terrible. Actually. And Marinette was the one with a reputation for being able to befriend anyone. But not Chloe.

Chloe hated everyone, except for Adrien, but especially Marinette. The death glare Chloe has fixed Marinette with was enough to knock the girl back a step.

The way Adrien had explained it, Chloe was one of the daughters of a high ranked noble. As a child, she was one of the only other kids that had been on the Dad Aproved list of playmates. And although Adrien now would often sneak out to the guard barracks to hang out, his friendship with Chloe had never waned, even after years and years. Somehow.

Marinette didn’t even really mind, because the feeling was mutual. Chloe was a spoiled brat, and that was evident within the first five minutes of meeting.

Still, she’d recently returned from her five week long voyage to visit her mother, and Adrien had wanted them all to meet. Her, Marinette, and Alya.

Alya was a diplomats. A real professional. She was polite.

Marinette was trying to say the same about herself, but it was incorrect. Her conversation was bordering hostile.

They were having tea in the gardens. Adrien was laughing at something Alya had said, and Chloe and Marinette were feigning newfound friendship—for Adrien’s sake.

Then they all winced.

The voices.

Master Fu’s cryptic mention of Alya made Marinette pretty sure Alya was one day destined for a miraculous, but Chloe winced too.

Marinette didn’t have time to worry about that, though.

Because the voices were nearing.

That meant something was about to happen—something big, probably.

“Adrien!” Marinette hissed trying to ignore the pounding stream of Marinette! Marinette! Help!, “Didn’t you say, you had to show me the... the thing... at the place?”

Alya raised an unimpressed eyebrow through the headache. (She was a professionally trained assassin, she had standards about lying.)

Thankfully, Chloe was too distracted holding her head to notice the badly crafted falsity.

Adrien nodded at Marinette and they both raced off to transform behind the bushes.

They followed the sound (was it a sound if it was inside their heads?) to its source.

They didn’t find Gabriel, but instead a different woman in a (stunning) blue and green dress, looking rather nefarious at the edge of the forest.

Great, Ladybug though dryly, There’s another one.

“What’s she doing?” Chat whispered.

“No idea. Let’s get closer.”

They split up, circling her, trapping her in and spiraling nearer, nearer, until they were as close as the could creep without risking alerting her to their presence.

There was a feather in her hand. Ladybug thought the feather was giving very creepy vibes, but it might’ve just been in her head. It was just a feather, after all.

The woman was crying. She didn’t seem to be up to anything terribly evil, but maybe this was just the villains version of a smoke break.

All right, we’re paying you minimum wage, so we’ll let you take two five-minute sobbing breaks per day. Any questions?

Ladybug quickly banished the silly thought.

What was she doing?

“Gabriel,” she whispered mournfully.

So she was definitely working with the king.

Great.

As if they didn’t have enough problem.

“For you,” she said to no one, but supposedly meant it for the king who could not hear her.

Then something magic happened—literally. The feather morphed and changed, taking the shape of a terrible, awful monster. It was twice as tall as the woman, with claws and sharp, sharp teeth and an aura of sadness.

Sadness...

Ladybug jolted.

Had this woman turned her feelings into this beast?

The woman faltered and swayed, as though the action had taken more out of her than she could afford to give.

I shouldn’t feel bad for her, Ladybug thought to herself, but nevertheless she did.

“I need you,” the woman said to the beast, “To strike fear into the hearts of those at the palace.”

All the pity Ladybug has felt for her vanished.

Oh no freaking way.

She was sending this after people? This wouldn’t just frighten people. It had the means to crush people with its feet, to kill them easily, even accidentally.

No way was Ladybug letting this get anywhere near her friends.

She stepped out of the brush to face the woman head on.

“My name is Ladybug,” she said, her skirt flying in the wind, “And I swear to the gods you better banish that monster back to wherever the hell it came from or we’re going to have a problem.”

She was thankfull she sounded tough. She was worried all that would come out was an unintelligible squeak.

The woman whiped her tears, turned, and smiled.

The smile was offsetting. It was confident. She looked like she already knew she’d won.

“Why hello there,” she said, “My names Mayura.”

~••~

The beasts lumbered past them, towards the castle.

“I’ve got it!” Chat cried! “You deal with the creep!”

Did he have it? Maybe not, but there weren’t a lot of other choices. Ladybug didn’t want the leave Mayura here alone—who knows what she’d do.

Ladybug swung the first punch.

Which Mayura easily blocked.

Turned out, even when you were misusing your miraculous so thoroughly it gave other people stomachaches, you still got the added benefits like “unparalleled progress in battle” and “grace and agility.”

Ladybug was evenly matched.

Maybe even a little bit out of her element.

Which did not bode well for the success of the rest of the tea party. (No one likes to eat dainty sandwiches opposite someone badly bruised and battered.)

Mayura was good at fighting. No sign of the woman who’d been crying in the forest remained—she hit hard, she hit fast, and she didn’t hestite. There was a glint in her eye.

“What are you and the king doing?” Ladybug yelled as she tried to get a hit in, knowing getting an answer was unlikely but trying anyway, “Why are you hurting my friends and the people who live at this castle?”

Mayura laughed.

“You’re angry,” was all she said. “Good.”

It was then that Ladybug remembered she was dealing with a man who preyed on people’s negative emotions to capture them for his secret army. She took a deep breath (sent Mayura reeling with a really cool looking kick-hit combo) and tried to calm down.

“He has an army,” Ladybug said, her voice labored only by panted breath and not by (too much) emotion, “Why does he need a second force?”

Mayura laughed too, although it seemed a little stained.

Then she clocked Ladybug upside the head, sending the spotted heroine flying.

“You’re asking too many questions,” Mayura said, “And you know too much.”

She illustrated the point by kicking the girl while she was down.

“Great sportsmanship,” Ladybug muttered, stumbling back to her feet.

Mayura didn’t answer, just sent a punch flying.

Ladybug blocked it, and yelled, “Lucky charm!”

A pencil.

“Tikki, what do I do with this?” Ladybug yelled.

No answer. Duh.

Ladybug slipped it into her pocket and threw a punch.

“What are you going to do?” Mayura taunted. “Your partner is gone. I’m stronger than you. And I have more real world job experience than you as an adult!”

“That’s probably true!” Ladybug yelled and decked Mayura in the face.

Mayura said a word Ladybug’s mother would have washed her mouth out with soap for.

“Nice,” Ladybug whispered, shaking out her fist.

She spotted a broach and grabbed her pen, lunging forward and using the pocked clip the hook underneath it, so that she could easily tear it off if she wanted to.

“Get rid of that monster,” Ladybug whispered through clenched teeth, “Bring it back here right now and git did of it.”

Mayura hestitated. She looked down at the broach and then back up at her.

She whispered something under her breath and snapped.

The feather flew from the direction of the castle and into her hand.

“There,” she said.

Ladybug grinned and ripped the broach off of the woman’s (fabulous) dress. Mayura was then revealed to be King Gabriel’s head advisor, who Ladybug has never learned the name of.

Ladybug grabbed the broach, and ran.

She had to find Chat.

~••~

The palace was trashed.

Ladybug stumbled through the halls, looking for Chat, looking for someone.

Silence.

Silence had never been so loud.

There were claw marks in the walls. Doorways were caved in. Portraits were knocked from the wall.

There was no one. Nobody. Ladybug ran from room to room.

She ran into someone.

“Luka?”

“They’re all ok,” he said, grabbing her shoulders and wiping away the tears she hadn’t noticed. “Everyone got away. They ran to the village.”

Ladybug sagged with relief. Then remembered something.

“Where’s Chat?”

Luka looked just as worried as her.

They dashed up the staircase, calling his name.

Finally, finally, they found him.

“Chat!” Ladybug asked, “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine,” he said. He was battered and a little bloody (concerningly), But Ladybug believed him. He looked steady—he wasn’t going to dissapear on her again. And his voice didn’t quaver, even as he said, “My dad. Well. He’s calling himself Hawkmoth. He’s in the forest. I don’t know what he’s doing, but... something big is about to happen.”

“Where in the forest?” Luka asked.

“The place.... the place where we found my mom.”

Part six coming soon!

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Okay But.... a dghda au of that selkie post sounds Wonderful!!

im so very glad you think so because youve given me the perfect opportunity to ramble about what i think would go down

okay so a modern magic au where sometimes people have magic, people are some kind of supernatural creature, and it’s about as normal as people having different hair colors. enter our idiots

dirk gently, holistic detective selkie. the title isnt as catchy as he’d like, so he often drops the last bit because it isnt too important in his line of work. people dont need to know that he needs to stay somewhat close to the sea, that he gets antsy and anxious and weirder than usual when stuck in a landlocked place for too long.

they dont need to know that one of dirk’s jackets is actually his sealskin, disguised into something much less conspicuous than the traditional cloak or blanket, because he’s learned the hard way that people who want his holistic-ness will use anything and everything else about him to gain leverage and control over him, so it’s best to be careful. plus the jacket is really nice.

nobody needs to know that sometimes dirk wakes up gasping, not because of the usual nightmares, but because the crash of waves against the confines of his skull is so loud he needs to go and shift and swim immediately right now to breathe properly again. dirk doesnt even have friends, so there isnt actually anybody to ever tell

meanwhile, todd brotzman is as normal as sliced bread. a painful curse casted by a vengeful witch has run in the brotzman line for generations, and he lied about having it until amanda actually got the curse. You Know The Rest. todd made some weird kinda explanation that maybe the magic of the curse is wearing off, but You Know. thanks to this, todd is kinda not all that great about magic/anybody who has an ounce of it. he’s ruined his life with his own actions, he knows very well, but so has magic, so he’s a bit pissy about it.

anyway, it should be common knowledge in this kind of au to be aware and careful of supernatural creature customs. dont serve garlic to vampires, dont make dog jokes at werewolves, dont sign contracts written up by fae because the loopholes are intense. and dont ever, ever return a coat to a selkie unless you want to be married, but todd only has a vague knowledge about all of that and his mindless helpfulness just landed him into an accidental marriage, something he learns when the man he returned the dropped jacket to breaks into his apartment through the window and declares that theyre married now

(“We are not married! I don’t even know you!”

“That’s easy to fix,” the man extends his hand for a shake, flashing a bright smile at Todd. “Dirk Gently. Holistic detective, selkie, and your husband.”

“Stop saying that! This is a misunderstanding. I didn’t—” Todd frantically gestures at Dirk and his jacket. “I didn’t know you were a selkie. I was just trying to be helpful. I don’t want to marry you or—be married to you”

“Oh.” Dirk slumps, looking an awful lot like a deflated balloon. He looks so miserable that Todd almost wants to apologize. Dirk shifts his weight from leg to leg, looking sheepish now. “Well. This is a little awkward. You see, I already filled out and submitted the paperwork.”

“You did what?”)

in dirk’s excitement and want to show his capable-ness as a responsible spouse, he just went and did all the marriage forms and, by official selkie law and the power and magic vested in the ocean, dirk and todd are legally married and magically bound to each other til death do them part. this makes introductions really wild

(”Amanda, this is—” Todd bites back a sigh. Ever since this all went down, he’s been sighing too much. “Uh—”

“Dirk Gently,” Dirk leans past Todd and gives Amanda his business card, of all fucking things. “I’m Todd’s husband”

Amanda’s smile is slow and disbelieving but at the end of three seconds, it looks like all her birthdays have come at this exact moment. “You’re Todd’s husband.”

“Husband by selkie law. Soon to be not-husband,” Todd cuts her off before her smile and Dirk’s smile threaten to somehow give Todd an aneurysm. “We’re working on a divorce. Or, uh, the selkie equivalent of a divorce from an accidental marriage.”)

because obviously todd immediately wants this sorted out and undone as soon as possible, because he does not like magic or whatever other fuckery it may involve, and he just met dirk. so todd wants a divorce and dirk agrees, and they both try to ignore how awkward the whole situation is. but it turns out getting a divorce under selkie law is ridiculously complicated and necessitates basically a bunch of spells and quests to dissolve the link between them, and it takes A While.

basically it’s a weird romcom setup where, in the process of the convoluted selkie/human divorce, todd ends up developing Big Damn Feelings for dirk and doesnt know what the hell to do about it. he starts enjoying dirk’s uninvited presence in his apartment, he starts missing dirk when he’s gone, he starts cherishing every smile and laugh dirk throws his way. and generally todd learns that he’s so incredibly, monumentally fucked. in fact, thanks to todd typical self loathing, when todd does learn that he’s kinda falling in love, he works even Harder to get the divorce to happen because dirk is great, dirk is fantastic, and dirk deserves to be married to somebody who is a good person and that isn’t todd.

meanwhile, dirk Completely Understands that he was too hasty in making the marriage official, but is so so happy that in all this chaos, he managed to make a magnificent friend along the way. it’s not really important, dirk thinks, that he feels a little more than friend-feelings towards todd. it’s not that important when he feels the unbearable urge to shift, todd obligingly drives him out to the pier, politely averts his eyes when dirk undresses and shifts into something closer to magic, closer to the sea. it’s absolutely not important at all how happy he is, how hard he can feel his heart beat when todd looks at him in his seal form with an amused smile on his face, squawking when dirk dives back under and splashes water into todd’s face.

it’s not important and it doesnt matter because they’re getting a divorce, and dirk remembers very, very vividly that todd does Not Want To Be Married To Him.

the mutual pining is excruciating on both sides and it will inevitably continue stewing right up until the final stage of the divorce process where they finally end up confessing their feelings for each other in front of a bewildered selkie witness who is trying to figure out of these two morons are trying to get divorced or married all over again.

#dghda #hc #theyll go through with the divorce if only so that they can date and propose (in both human and selkie norms) properly #long post #dirk gentlys holistic detective agency

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sieben9 · 5 years

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“the song in your heart” impressions

{Quick request to anyone reading: I’m watching OUaT for the first time, and I want to avoid spoilers. So, if you want to discuss something spoilery, I’d be grateful if you could start a new post for that. Thank you!}

OK.

So.

…

You sure kept that one quiet, huh?

I just… :: gestures:: Wow. That was a lot. Also, I may have checked the episode two or three times while writing this, because I kept thinking that maybe I made all of this up. And nope! It’s still there.

Alright, I’ll just go to straight under the cut because I’m in a paragraph kind of mood.

So, this one is an odd one (surprise), and I’m really glad I’m not writing “review” at the top of these, because for the life of me, I wouldn’t know how to review this. I cannot tell if it was good. It very probably wasn’t, objectively speaking, but I just… can’t care. I had too much fun.

I mean look at them

And when all is said and done, I’m not sure what else I would expect from the one musical episode in a semi-serious TV drama. I think the placement hurt it, because this close to the finale, they had to combine the singing with at least some semblance of finale-level plot, but more on that later.

I wasn't incredibly impressed with any of the songs, but they were decent (and I still have that stupid pirate chorus stuck in my head; get out of there, guys, there's really not enough room as it is!) and so were the performances. Basically, none of the technical stuff was bad enough to take me out of the story, except for That Dress. Dear lord what happened there. (I mean, I got a very nice and comprehensive list of posts outlining what exactly went wrong, so I don't have to speculate, but still. Damn.)

As plot excuses go, the wish was... honestly, on par with what I've seen from other musical episodes. That’s the thing about putting a musical episode in something that usually has no singing—you kind of do need a plot excuse. (Unlike actual musicals, where the singing should only be acknowledged in the case of farcical comedy. Yes, I’m looking at you, Galavant.) Again, it was nothing to write home about, but enough of a handwave that it didn't take me out of the moment.

And the moment was fun!

I think what helped (most of) the episode was that for once, it didn’t take itself very seriously. Especially Regina’s whole introductory scene was “OK, this is ridiculous, but why not have fun with it”, which… is a good mindset to be in for this whole thing.

Also, the choreography was pure gold.

special mention goes to Granny's "wtf?" face

I won’t go through all of the songs individually, so here’s my highlight reel:

“curses, potions, or beans” Just… that line. I nearly suffocated from laughing too hard

also holy crap, Josh can sing

that damn pirate song is still stuck in my head!

as is Regina’s dramatic rock-piano thing. my head is a jukebox, don’t worry about it

also, Hook, have you considered just asking Rumple out on a date?

That ending song makes no sense, but I loved the chorus part and am therefore willing to forgive it for that

The weak link, as it were, seems to be the present-day plot. I mean, I get it. You have to string those 19 minutes(!) of music together somehow, but I can’t help but feel that a less… intense plotline might have been helpful. I mean, Emma deciding to give up her life so her friends and family can live is some heavy stuff, and squeezing it in between the singing extravaganza did it no favours.

Intellectually, I know that serious drama went down, but all my emotional space is occupied by chasing that damn pirate song out of my brain.

Same goes for the whole “Oh no, treachery dark and deadly!” reveal of Rumple working with the Black Fairy

Gotta say… that bit looked bad. What, pray tell, is your endgame here? Do you want her to cast the curse? Why? Is there any way you’re better off with that happening than without? Guh. Rumple. Talk to us.

And, just because it’s a bit too much of an event to just ignore…

the greenscreen is strong in this one... what happened, didn’t you find a large enough roof?

::sigh:: OK, you know I don’t exactly love this ship, so I’m just going to skip over all of that. But I’m also not a fan of this wedding in general. This didn’t look like something either of these characters would do. OK, maybe one exception: Emma having her family there. That’s something that I absolutely believe would have been important to her. But everything else seemed just deeply generic. Don’t get me wrong, having your family there is pretty generic, too, but at least that’s something any wedding of Emma’s should have contained, so I felt the need to point it out.

…now I want to write a thing. Which will have to wait, because Other Things have priority, but this is going in my idea folder, definitely ::cough::

To sum up: maybe this episode was an ill-conceived filler right before the finale of a season that didn’t advance the plot in any meaningful way. But frankly, if all it did was bring me, as a viewer, forty minutes of pure, uncomplicated fun, I don’t really feel like faulting it for that.

Mind you, it’s not what I’d want to see every week, because there’s other shows that do that better, so it’s quite nice that they all get horribly cursed at the end of this. Hopefully, the curse will also murder that dress.

…finale next time, huh? (Yes, we’ll be watching both episodes in one go)

#ouat #once upon a time #the song in your heart #sieben watches ouat #sieben talks #anti cs #anti emma's wardrobe #ouat writing critical #(all very mildly except for the wardrobe)#(i'm merciless there)#guys this was so much fun you cannot even imagine #it's a day later and i'm still grinning like an idiot when i think about it #also i'm starting to get really excited for s7

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Café Hwarang, Part 5: Five Times Jonghyun and Taemin Didn’t Go All the Way and One Time They Did

Title: Café Hwarang

Pairing: Just Jongtae for this installment!

Rating: NC-17 because this is literally just 11,500 words of Jongtae making out and having sexy time

Summary: BL cafes are a thing and I let my imagination go wild.

“Thanks for doing this for me, hyung.” Taemin said, propped up on the kitchen counter as he watched Jonghyun cook.

“This isn’t for you, Taemin-ah.” Jonghyun replied as he meticulously measured the amount of soy sauce he would need, “I’m doing this so I can actually eat a meal at your house.”

Taemin pouted at him, more for show than anything else. “It’s still less work for me.” He said matter-of-factly before tugging at the collar of his shirt, fanning it out.

Once Jonghyun had finished placing all the ingredients he needed in the pan he turned around to Taemin, almost leaning his elbow on the stove before quickly pulling it away. “I’m actually not so sure you aren’t just faking being a terrible cook to get me to feed you.”

A smile pulled at Taemin’s lips. “If I was, would it matter?” He felt his stomach start to flutter at his own teasing, awaiting Jonghyun’s reaction.

“Hmm,” Jonghyun dragged out his hum as he walked the two steps he needed to be in front of Taemin, placing both his hands on either side of him on the counter. “I suppose you’re right, I could never resist spoiling someone as cute as you.” He gave Taemin a smile of his own and the butterflies flew up Taemin’s throat, tickling his insides until he had no choice but to kiss Jonghyun’s smile off his face.

They lingered for a moment, Taemin’s body completely still but his heart pounding in his chest so hard he feared it would burst. It was just a quick kiss, done the moment Jonghyun pulled back, but his smile was still there. Not just on his lips, but in his eyes too, deep brown crescents that were so warm it made Taemin blush and look away.

He needed to do something about the way his face was burning.

“Wow, it really is hot in here.” Taemin said, latching onto the first excuse he could think of, pulling on his shirt collar again. And it wasn’t exactly a lie, the stove was gradually heating the room the longer the food cooked, but it wasn’t anything too extreme. If anything, it was a welcome change from the harsh winter just outside his window.

“Is it?” Jonghyun asked, and something in his voice made Taemin’s catch in his throat. His jaw hung open as he tried to form words only for his mind to go blank when Jonghyun started playing with the hem of his shirt. “Do you need hyung’s help?”

Taemin swallowed the lump in his throat. “Help with what?” He croaked out, the teasing edge to Jonghyun’s voice traveling below his stomach.

And then they were kissing again, hot, breathless, too close in the stuffy room, but he still wanted more. There was no hesitation when Jonghyun started licking at his mouth, he just opened up and let him explore, too fast for Taemin to keep up. He lifted his hands off the counter to wrap them around Jonghyun’s shoulders, drawing him in that much closer, legs crushed between Jonghyun’s stomach and the cabinets. Normally it’d be uncomfortable but at the moment he just didn’t care.

Taemin couldn’t hold back his gasp when he felt Jonghyun’s palms on his bare back, stroking the skin there and making him feel even hotter, hands too warm on his already burning skin. They kept traveling upwards, dragging his shirt up with them, until it was at his shoulders, slightest breeze hitting the light sweat covering his skin. But Jonghyun didn’t stop there, kept feeling every inch of skin he could reach, sneaking his hands up Taemin’s sides and making him squirm. When Jonghyun bit his lip his back arched and he moaned into his mouth, flushing darker at his own reaction.

“Taemin...” Jonghyun murmured against his lips, voice so dark and thick with need it made Taemin shiver. His tongue wouldn’t stop playing with his and his hands wouldn’t stop touching him, never moving to the front of Taemin’s body and Taemin wasn’t sure if he was grateful or disappointed. He wasn’t sure what he would do if Jonghyun’s fingers brushed past his nipples, or delved too far down his stomach, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it back.

Even though there was nothing in the world that would make Taemin want to stop kissing Jonghyun, not burning down his apartment building was also important, so when the timer went off they pulled apart, still looking into each other’s eyes. Taemin’s own were hooded, he could tell that much, his head fallen back onto the cabinets, chest rising and dropping with each heavy breath he took. Jonghyun was breathing just as hard, and if his lips were that swollen, Taemin could only imagine what his must look like.

“Shit.” Having more sense than Taemin, Jonghyun rushed over to turn the oven off, scrambling to make sure nothing burned. Taemin still couldn’t move. He still couldn’t do anything more than try and catch his breath, staring lazily as Jonghyun finished putting their dinner together.

It took longer than he’d like to admit for Taemin to regain his senses, close his mouth and pull his shirt down, face flushing even darker as he realized he’d been basically shirtless this entire time. His lips were dry from breathing through his mouth and he licked them, not thinking twice until Jonghyun said “Are you torturing me on purpose, Taemin-ah?”

He blushed again and hopped down from the counter, deciding to try and be at least a little helpful and grab their plates. “Sorry, hyung.”

“Don’t be.” Jonghyun said, looking over his shoulder so Taemin could see his smirk. “Just don’t be surprised when I get back at you for it later.”

Jonghyun’s apartment was smaller like he had said, but it also looked a hell of a lot more stylish. If it wasn’t a completely ridiculous idea, Taemin would’ve thought Jonghyun had gone out and bought new furniture the second he knew Taemin was going to visit. His couch was more like a loveseat but it was made of leather and couldn’t have been cheap to buy, the coffee table was glass but there wasn’t a smudge in sight, and the lightbulbs he’d put in every lamp weren’t garish but somehow covered everything in a warm glow, almost like candles. No cups lying around like in Taemin’s apartment, or food stains on the cushions, or concerning absence of paper towels.

And yet there Jonghyun was, sitting cross legged on the other side of the couch with a bottle of store-bought tea, ripped jeans and oversized sweater a stark contrast to the lavish atmosphere.

“I thought you said my apartment was nicer than yours.” Taemin said, mirroring the way Jonghyun was sitting.

Jonghyun took a sip of his drink before answering. “It said it was nice, I never said it was nicer.”

And that was all he had to say on the matter, focusing on finishing his tea now. But Taemin still had more to say and pouted at him. “I came here expecting a bachelor pad and instead you gave me a penthouse.” Which, he wasn’t actually mad about this, he was just saying it for the sake of complaining. And besides, Jonghyun knew he wasn’t angry anyways, obvious by the glint in his eyes every time they met Taemin’s.

“To be fair, Kibum helped me pick almost everything out.” He set his now empty bottle on a coaster because he was smart and remembered to buy those. “And he knows where to get affordable stuff, like literally anything. It’s also really easy to stick to a color scheme when the color is black.”

Okay that was fair enough, Taemin thought, but it still took him by surprise. And not a bad kind of surprise either, because he really liked the mood the room gave off. He couldn’t think of the exact word to describe it, but it felt like something out of a romance movie. Not that he watches those, if anyone asks.

Taemin couldn’t miss the way Jonghyun was smirking at him when he never stopped staring in the first place. “It’s kind of sexy, right?”

Now Taemin really wished he had said yes when Jonghyun offered him a drink so he’d have an excuse to look away. But instead he was stuck here with his face on fire and someone eagerly waiting for an answer. “Are we still gonna watch a movie?” Taemin asked, choosing the best answer he could think of, which was not answering.

Jonghyun raised one of his eyebrows and reached for the remote to turn his television on. “Did you have something in mind or do you just wanna browse through Netflix?”

Thank god Jonghyun had taken that bait, Taemin thought as he sighed in relief. “Do they have A Quiet Place on there?” This time it wasn’t a deflection, he actually really wanted to see that movie.

“Isn’t that a horror movie?” Jonghyun grimaced as he said it, like the words tasted bitter on his tongue.

But Taemin couldn’t follow and gave Jonghyun the same look back at him. “Yeah?” So what?

“Taemin,” Jonghyun started, placing the remote on the table and shifting closer to Taemin, “I’m over here trying to be romantic, not make you scream that way.”

That was too much for Taemin and he hid his red face in his hands, not capable of handling looking at anything. “Hyung, why…”

“Too strong?” Jonghyun said and Taemin peered up at him through his fingers. Which, it kind of was, but not in a bad way. It just made it extremely difficult for Taemin to ignore the heat in the pit of his stomach.

“No…” Taemin mumbled out, muffled by his hands. His heart wouldn’t stop pounding in his chest and his throat had closed up, but it was the truth. The only problem was that he liked it too much. Not that he’d ever be able to tell Jonghyun that.

“Okay, good to know.” The upwards lilt in Jonghyun’s voice was enough to get Taemin to look at him, and he was met with a smirk that made him hide again. He didn’t know what it meant, but he wondered if Jonghyun had seen through him. He thinks that’d be a good thing. It’d save him from explaining himself.

They ended up watching an old American drama, something Taemin had learned were one of Jonghyun’s favorites. Immediately after pressing “play”, Jonghyun was already grabbing Taemin’s hand, trying to pull him in closer, saying “Sit by me, Taemin-ah!”, like he even needed to ask. Taemin was all too happy to rest his head on Jonghyun’s shoulder, let Jonghyun wrap his arm around his own. He tried to read the subtitles as best he could but his mind was in a daze, too distracted by the warmth Jonghyun radiated, how safe he felt next to him, the repeating motion of Jonghyun’s thumb stroking his skin.

He must have dozed off because when Jonghyun stood up, left his side, it shook him awake. And then he was all too aware of the sudden lack of Jonghyun’s body and it made him feel incomplete.

Just when he was about to ask what was going on, Jonghyun explained himself, “I left the light on in the kitchen and it’s annoying the fuck out of me.” Taemin snorted, already anticipating Jonghyun’s return.

And of course it didn’t take long, he was there and back in less than ten seconds and Taemin could relax back into his earlier spot. Except, Jonghyun didn’t wrap his arm around him this time. His mind kept swimming with different reasons, like maybe his arm was tired, or he thought he smelled bad, or he just forgot, but never let his mind wander to he doesn’t want to touch me. The part of himself that constantly told him he wasn’t desirable enough was never around at the same time as Jonghyun because Jonghyun never gave him a reason to doubt himself.

It still would be nice to be touched.

So caught up in his own thoughts, Taemin didn’t even notice Jonghyun was moving, only felt the weight on his thigh. He wasn’t even sure where he was looking anymore, Jonghyun’s hand on him or Jonghyun’s face, but it definitely wasn’t the movie he was supposed to be watching. His breath caught in his throat, because his hand was right there, fingers resting on his inner thigh, and now his mind was cloudy for a completely different reason. Jonghyun was so so close to touching his dick through his jeans and he couldn’t move an inch or else he might touch there for real.

When Jonghyun started rubbing his thumb back and forth Taemin had to hold back a whine, this was all so much for him, being as inexperienced as he was. And there was no way Jonghyun couldn’t feel his eyes boring into the side of his head, pleading for something but not sure what. However it definitely wasn’t for him to take his hand away.

The longer Jonghyun touched him the warmer Taemin felt, feeling his blush rise up his neck to his face to the tip of his ears. Most embarrassing of all, he could feel his pants getting tighter, and his breath getting shallower, and he was getting so worked up by the smallest action but he didn’t want it to stop.

He couldn’t keep still anymore. His hips started moving and he grabbed onto the front of Jonghyun’s shirt, finally getting him to look at him. And he had nothing to say for himself, either, just grinned at him, because he knew exactly what he was doing this whole time. “Hyung.” Taemin said, voice considerably breathier than before.

“What?” Jonghyun asked, like he didn’t already know. He was still smiling, too, and he was just asking Taemin to kiss that smirk off his face.

Which is exactly what he did.

He sucked on Jonghyun’s lower lip before biting it, making Jonghyun grunt and bite him harder. It made Taemin shiver and grow that much more desperate. Taemin’s hand fisted in Jonghyun’s shirt, pulled him in closer, and Jonghyun took no time to catch up. Just threaded his fingers in Taemin’s hair and kissed him back, made his brain short-circuit. Taemin might’ve moaned out loud but what did it matter when Jonghyun’s tongue was in his mouth, and his lips were moving against his, and Taemin’s noises were being swallowed up by Jonghyun.

They only separated for a second but it was a second too long as Taemin was pushed onto his back. And then Jonghyun was taking him again, touching the tips of their tongues together, forcing out a gasp. The position they were in made Taemin’s heart skip a beat because even though he had been on top of him before, this was completely different. This time they were kissing for real, their chests were pressed together, and Jonghyun wouldn’t stop touching him all over. His free hand was stroking up and down Taemin’s side, teasing him by slipping his fingers up his sweater but only ever touching just above his jeans, making him crave more. He kept bucking up into Jonghyun but he was too far away, lower body angled just enough that Taemin couldn’t reach, but he needed it so bad, any kind of friction, any kind of stimulation…

Their foreheads bumped together when Brown Eyed Soul’s “If It’s The Same” filled the room. They both rubbed the sore area as Jonghyun reached across the table, grabbing his phone and holding it up to his face, squinting at the screen. “It’s my sister.” He said.

“Answer it.” Taemin replied and cleared his throat after hearing how hoarse he sounded. He fell back onto the couch as he tried to calm his breathing, one hand resting on his heaving chest. When he closed his eyes, the last five minutes kept replaying in his head, and he didn’t even try to fight the smile sneaking onto his face.

“Noona?” Jonghyun said into the phone, clearing his throat the same way Taemin did. “No, I don’t have a cold.” Taemin had to grab a nearby pillow to stifle his laughter at that. “Well it’s not the best time...no it’s okay, what did you need?” Taemin struggled to try and make out what his sister was saying on the other end of the line, but it just sounded like a jumbled mess to his ears. “Ah, okay. Yeah, I’ll stop by tomorrow. Thanks for keeping me updated, noona. Love you too, bye.” He hung up and placed his phone down on the table again before leaning back onto the couch, letting out a huff of air.

“What was that?” Taemin asked, sitting back up as well now that he was sure their moment was over.

“Huh? Oh, our dog has an eye infection. She just wanted to tell me how her visit to the vet went.” Jonghyun answered, and Taemin couldn’t even be mad when it was something as important as that. Not that he would be mad because Jonghyun’s life doesn’t revolve around him. “I’m really sorry, that was rude of me, wasn’t it?”

Jonghyun was nibbling on his lower lip and his eyes kept falling to the side, and for the first time Taemin felt like he was seeing a more vulnerable side to Jonghyun. Well, other than when he had started crying at a commercial about puppies. “Your sister is important, hyung. Kissing me isn’t.” He grimaced and immediately tried to backtrack. “Wait, that came out wrong.”

But Jonghyun didn’t seem to mind, just laughed, eyes shaping into crescents, voice like ringing bells. “It’s alright, I know what you meant.” He said and Taemin breathed a sigh of relief as Jonghyun grabbed the remote and paused the movie. “I gotta tell you, though, I haven’t been paying attention to this thing the whole time.”

Now it was Taemin’s turn to laugh. “Me neither.”

“Why don’t you sit down and enjoy the show, Taemin-ah?”

Taemin’s face scrunched up. “I don’t know what else been on those seats so no thank you.”

Jonghyun shrugged at him and turned around, facing the big screen mounted on the wall while Taemin leaned back onto the wall on the opposite end of the room. “You know that I love you, can’t you see my eyes…”

He was only two lines into the song and Taemin was already roped in. He completely forgoed looking at the video on screen, which is what he usually did to avoid awkward eye contact, in favor of staring Jonghyun down, trying to communicate his thoughts of “why the fuck didn’t you tell me you could sing” with his eyes. His high notes soared perfectly on pitch, his belting sounded full and effortless, and his low notes went straight between Taemin’s thighs. Now he kind of wishes he had sat down so he could at least cross his legs.

When Jonghyun finished his song, he turned around to hand Taemin the microphone, but Taemin didn’t take it. “You brought me to a noraebang just to show off, didn’t you?” He said, pouting extra hard so Jonghyun would know he was just playing around.

Jonghyun’s smile reached his eyes and he was so cute Taemin almost forgot what they were talking about. “I did, yeah.”

Taemin gasped exaggeratedly with his hand in front of his mouth. “My Jonghyun? Showing off??” That comment earned him a playful push on his shoulder and he burst into giggles.

“I wanted to hear you sing too, you know.” Jonghyun said, holding the microphone in front of Taemin again, slight redness to his cheeks.

Taemin’s laughter caught in his throat. He agreed to sing karaoke when he thought it was just going to be the two of them screaming out song lyrics with no pitch or rhythm until they got kicked out. He didn’t expect Jonghyun to be good, and now Taemin would pale in comparison, and he wasn’t sure he could handle the embarrassment. “No thanks.”

Jonghyun dropped his hand to his side. “You’re gonna make me sing the whole time?!”

“Sounds good to me.” Taemin tried to smile despite his racing pulse. “Don’t act like you don’t love it.”

“I don’t love it.” It was Jonghyun’s turn to pout at him now, and even though Taemin had no idea what he looked like when he pouted, Jonghyun was still a million times better at it. He looked every bit like a begging puppy and Taemin’s heart might have melted a little. So he took the microphone without a single word and Jonghyun immediately perked up, bouncing over to the seats and sitting down without a second thought.

“You’re seriously sitting on those?” Taemin grimaced as he scrolled through the song list, trying to find something easy to sing. “You know what people do in these rooms, right?” He stage whispered that last part for dramatic effect but the blush creeping onto his face was completely real.

“What, you mean like what we did on your kitchen counter?” Jonghyun said it so casually Taemin had to rip his head away from the song list to gape at him because how could he just say that. All Jonghyun did was smirk and cross his arms across his chest.

“We didn’t even - ” Taemin started but his lungs collapsed before he could finish his sentence. His throat had run dry and no matter how many times he swallowed he still couldn’t say it. The way Jonghyun was looking at him didn’t help, either, just made him blush harder.

“Or on your couch? Or what about my couch the other day?”

“Hyung.” He at least got that word out, and maybe now he could finally say what he wanted. “That’s not the same.” That wasn’t exactly what he was going for but he prayed Jonghyun would understand without him having to explicitly say it.

The way Jonghyun’s smile widened told Taemin he understood but was pretending not to. “If you still think it’s too dirty you can come sit on hyung’s lap.” He said as he patted his thigh and Taemin couldn’t even see the song list anymore, the rest of the world was drowned out by the heartbeat in his ears and the warmth covering his entire body. His palms had become so sweaty that his finger slipped and he chose a song by mistake, cursing under his breath. But when he heard the first few notes, some of the tension left his body when he realized he thankfully already knew this song.

Only for his heart to speed up that much more when he realized what song it was. Jonghyun snorted and hid his mouth behind his fist, but Taemin could still see his eye smile, and he swore he never blushed harder in his life than he was right now.

“H-hey you, why are you hesitating?” Taemin missed the beat he was supposed to come in on and his voice cracked at the end and this whole thing was a fucking disaster. “I know you want me…”

Shit, these fucking lyrics, he couldn’t do this. “Hyuuung!” He whined, stomping one of his feet. So what if he was being a brat, he didn’t care, this was too humiliating.

“No, keep singing!” The way he said it sounded supportive enough but the unwavering grin on his face wasn’t. It was the kind that told Taemin he was enjoying this way too much.

Fine, then. Let him enjoy it. “I know what you want, what you’re waiting for…”

An idea popped into Taemin’s head at the next line. “Just come here…” A way to tease Jonghyun back and hopefully get him a little worked up. It was simple enough, and with his pulse already rushing so fast, he didn’t have to worry about getting more embarrassed. That would be impossible.

He slowly made his way towards Jonghyun as he sang, making his eyes widen in shock. “Taemin, what are you - ” Jonghyun cut himself off when Taemin sat on his lap, straddling him, still singing the song by heart. Taemin didn’t miss how tense he became, or how his hands were balled into fists on the seat cushions, and he couldn’t fight the smile on his face now that he knew he had gotten his revenge. He was the one that suggested that Taemin sit on his lap in the first place, anyways.

Or possibly not, because then Jonghyun was grabbing his hips, pulling him in closer until their bodies were pressed together, and maybe he didn’t think this through well enough. “D-don’t hesitate any longer…” His singing stuttered along with his heartbeat and his voice sounded considerably breathier and fuck this song.

“As much as you waited, I waited for this day t - ” Taemin shouted on reflex before he could finish his line, because now Jonghyun was kissing right under his ear, just the one spot over and over again. And if he had just missed his cue for the next line, Taemin would be none the wiser, too distracted by the soft lips on his skin, the hot breath fanning out on his ear as Jonghyun whispered, “Keep going.”

Taemin had to bite his own lips so he didn’t make a sound at those words, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t make his throat any less dry, mouth like sandpaper. “As I wait for you, I close my eyes…” And he really did close his eyes during that line, as Jonghyun started traveling down his neck, his teeth barely brushing his skin, and he breathed “Hyung, I can’t…”

There were no protests from Jonghyun this time, just his hands pressing on the small of his back, and if Taemin had had any sense, he would’ve taken the mic away from his mouth. But instead when Jonghyun finally bit down on his neck, Taemin cried out right into the microphone, and it traveled through the speakers and filled the room. He dropped the mic immediately after that, forgotten on the floor, because no way in hell was he going to do that again. His heart kept hammering in his chest and in his fingertips and everything was so much all at the same time, he couldn’t keep track of it.

“Careful, Taeminnie, someone might hear you.” Jonghyun murmured against his skin and Taemin might have made a noise at that, he couldn’t tell, absentmindedly holding onto the sleeves of Jonghyun’s shirt to keep himself upright. “But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Shit. Shit shit shit, Taemin for sure whimpered this time, even though he kept biting his lips so hard it hurt. He had to hold onto Jonghyun even tighter now because he couldn’t trust his own legs to support him anymore.

Jonghyun pulled away to look at Taemin now, and he guessed he looked like a hot mess from how heavily he was breathing and how his eyelids kept drooping. Jonghyun didn’t seem to care as he brushed Taemin’s hair away from his face. “Don’t think I don’t notice how needy you get whenever we perform a scene at work.” His expression didn’t match the words he was saying and Taemin couldn’t take it anymore, he couldn’t look Jonghyun in the eye when he said these things and he hid his face in Jonghyun’s shoulder. “What would you do if hyung decided to take you right there in front of everyone?”

Taemin openly let out a sob at that, because there was no use in worrying about embarrassing himself anymore. “Hyung, please…”

He was so worked up, so overwhelmed that Taemin didn’t even notice he was moving his hips against Jonghyun’s until Jonghyun placed his hands on both sides and held him still. Fully prepared to start begging, Taemin leaned back again, and Jonghyun met his eyes as he said, “Not here, Taeminnie.”

Taemin whined and tried grinding against him again, so desperate for any kind of friction that he didn’t care if he was being annoying. Jonghyun made him like this so he can’t just leave Taemin this way. But Jonghyun’s grip stayed firm, and so did his voice when he spoke, “In the car.”

The time it took for Jonghyun to join Taemin in the back seat was too long for him and Taemin was already pulling Jonghyun in by his coat before he even had a chance to close the door. His laugh was muffled by Taemin covering his mouth with his own, and Taemin couldn’t help but let out a little laugh of his own.

Jonghyun’s car didn’t have working air conditioning but with how heated Taemin’s body was already it made no difference. His breathing had already picked up and his kissing was already sloppy but he needed Jonghyun more than he needed air, his body on top of his, their hips almost close enough but not yet. He kept bucking up into nothing, needing something, anything to help the tightness in his pants so badly he could taste it.

So when Jonghyun finally leaned in that last bit, let Taemin feel Jonghyun’s hardness against his own, Taemin saw white and tilted his head back, moaning out loud. Jonghyun kept sucking on Taemin’s lower lip because god knows he couldn’t close his mouth now, not when Jonghyun was letting him rub their cocks together through their clothes, making his whole body shiver with need.

“Jonghyun-hyung…” Taemin sounded as desperate as he felt, needing to feel Jonghyun’s name on his tongue, let him know what he was putting him through.

Jonghyun groaned as he kissed every inch of skin he could reach. “Fuck, keep saying my name.” And now he was meeting Taemin’s thrusts with his own and made everything that much more powerful, Taemin’s cock impossibly hard and still suffocated in his pants. It was so much that Taemin had to clutch onto Jonghyun’s back, trying to keep him right where he was, unable to handle even a second of them being apart.

Taemin was inexperienced and they both knew that, he was relying purely on instinct alone, moaning like breathing, wanting everything and more. But Jonghyun knew what he was doing, knew exactly what to do to make Taemin scream, moan out “Jonghyun hyung!” again, and let his fingers curl under the waistband of Taemin’s jeans, his tongue tracing along Taemin’s jawline. Taemin whimpered when he felt Jonghyun bite his earlobe, swirled his tongue around his piercing, because everything was just so overwhelming and hot and good.

When Jonghyun used his hands at Taemin’s back to pull him upwards, bring them that much closer together, Taemin had to be glad that Jonghyun was strong because there was no way he could hold his body up anymore. His legs were shaking and his fingers were holding Jonghyun’s coat so tightly they cramped and he was so fucking hard he couldn’t handle it, could feel the warmth piling in his stomach. His insides twisted and knot together until finally unraveling, taking Taemin with them. “Jonghyun-hyung!” He cried out, shallowly thrusting into Jonghyun as he tried to ride out his orgasm, mouth open as he whimpered with each weak thrust. His cock was so oversensitive now his eyes rolled back as his body went limp, completely spent.

As the post-orgasm haze began to clear from Taemin’s head, he started flushing pink as he remembered everything he had just done and that he was still underneath Jonghyun.

Jonghyun, who was looking down at him, eyes dark and lips red and swollen as he cooed, “Aww, did you cum in your pants?”

Taemin had to suck in his lips and squeeze his eyes shut when he nodded, and he couldn’t let Jonghyun’s words get to him when he just cum, couldn’t let Jonghyun know how bad they affected him. He was still gradually coming down from his high and suddenly become uncomfortably aware of the wetness in his boxer briefs.

All Jonghyun did was press a kiss to Taemin’s forehead, not seeming to mind that Taemin had came in his pants like a teenager when Jonghyun wasn’t even that hard. “Don’t worry, baby, hyung will take you home.”

His stubborn side wanted to insist that they stayed where they were, that Taemin could keep going until Jonghyun could cum too, but he knew better than that. His body was exhausted and he could barely even keep himself up, thankful Jonghyun was there to help him.

It still didn’t stop him from wanting, though.

“Taeminnie’s bed smells like Taeminnie~”

“Hyuuuung…”

“Taeminnie’s pillow smells like Taeminnie~”

Taemin groaned.

“Taeminnie…” Jonghyun paused to leave a quick peck on Taemin’s lips, “...tastes like Taeminnie!”

Taemin had to roll his eyes at that even though his face was heating up from the small kiss. “What else am I supposed to taste like?”

Jonghyun tapped his finger on his chin and stuck his lower lip out, taking extra long to answer to build the anticipation. “Jonghyun?”

This time Taemin couldn’t think of a response, just let his ears burn red and eyes go wide. He started blinking as he kept thinking about it, and Jonghyun probably didn’t even mean it in the way Taemin was thinking of, he probably just meant kissing. But Taemin’s mind kept wandering and his gaze kept lowering…

He flipped onto his other side, away from Jonghyun so he couldn’t look where he was about to. That just made Jonghyun move in closer, propping himself up on one elbow, poking Taemin’s cheek with his finger. “Aww, come on, I don’t taste that bad, do I?” He said, and if Taemin was facing Jonghyun now he would’ve given him a look that said I’ve been sticking my tongue in your mouth for two months now, if I didn’t like it we wouldn’t be here.

“Here” was of course Taemin’s bedroom, and this was the first time Jonghyun had been in there and he had to take advantage of every little thing he could tease Taemin about. Holding up the pictures on his desk and asking things that were obvious from the photos, like “You graduated two years ago?” Yes, that’s why the sign in the back said “Class of 2011”. “Did you take ballet lessons when you were little?” No, he was just performing onstage with a bunch of ballerinas because he felt like it? Of course he took ballet.

“Well if it’s that bad then I guess I’m gonna have to go find some gum.” Jonghyun singsonged after Taemin still didn’t answer after at least twenty pokes. When he felt the mattress rise as Jonghyun left Taemin immediately felt sorry and sat up, fully prepared to apologize, but instead ended up shouting “No, don’t!”

He caught Jonghyun with one hand on his nightstand, looking as confused as Taemin was embarrassed, because his heart leapt up to his throat when he saw how close Jonghyun was to the drawer only to realize he was steadying himself as he rose to his feet. “Don’t what?” He asked, head tilted and eyebrows set in a line.

“Nevermind, I just panicked, sorry, you’re fine.” Taemin bit his lip to keep himself from saying anything more he would regret, eyes still fixated on the drawer Jonghyun could open at any second.

Jonghyun followed Taemin’s eyes to the drawer, looked back at Taemin, and back to the drawer again, this time raising an eyebrow. “I wonder what could be in here that Taeminnie doesn’t want me to see…” He said with a teasing lilt in his voice, but it was too dangerous for Taemin to take that chance.

Unfortunately he couldn’t think of a convincing lie either. A thousand different but equally ridiculous excuses swarmed in his head, and his jaw just hung open, no help to him at all. So instead Taemin shoved his face in his pillow, the next best thing he could think to do.

The bed dipped next to him as Jonghyun laid down again, and thank god he hadn’t opened the drawer or Taemin didn’t know what he’d do. His hand started rubbing up and down Taemin’s back, causing to him relax just a tiny bit, trying to let his worries melt away with the gentle gesture. Eventually he felt calm enough to turn over and face Jonghyun again, surprised at how close he was, but pleasantly.

When their eyes met they both began to smile, this moment suddenly so tender Taemin could stay there for a lifetime, only for Jonghyun to ruin it by saying “Hey, if I can guess what’s in there, will you tell me?” Most of the time Jonghyun’s enthusiasm was cute, but right now it was both cute and insufferable.

Despite it all, Taemin couldn’t deny the way his stomach was starting to grow hot at the idea of Jonghyun finding out what was in there. “No.” He still said, mouth running dry and thoughts starting to spiral.

Jonghyun saw right through his act and Taemin wasn’t sure if he was glad or annoyed. “Is it a dildo?”

Taemin had no idea what kind of expression he was making right now, just that his face was so hot he might catch fire. “No, it isn’t.” His heartbeat was starting to quicken and he kept biting the inside of his mouth to try and control himself.

“Condoms?”

“Like I have any use for those?”

“A vibrator?”

Taemin’s blood went cold and his throat became so dry he couldn’t say anything at first, and he must have waited just a second too long to answer because then Jonghyun knew. “It is, isn’t it!!”

“It isn’t!!” Taemin insisted, and he couldn’t hear his own voice over his heartbeat in his ears.

“It totally is!!” And Taemin had to shove his face in his pillow again because what was he supposed to do when Jonghyun saw right through him like this. It was so unfair but such a perfect way to lead into something more. But for some reason he just couldn’t bring himself to say anything.

He flinched when Jonghyun started stroking his hair again, body already so sensitive to touch. Just feeling Jonghyun’s fingers in his hair was enough to send wave of pleasure down his spine and he had to fight every instinct to not rub his dick against the mattress.

He was so lost in the sensation that he almost jumped out of his skin when Jonghyun’s voice was right next to his ear. “Have you been thinking of hyung?” He said, voice low and dark and Taemin was so glad his mouth was covered because otherwise he would’ve made a noise. It wasn’t fair that Jonghyun kept looking right into him, saying all the right things and seeing through Taemin’s lies. “I bet I’m even better than the vibe.” That one Taemin couldn’t not react to, heat pooling in his stomach and making him shiver. He wanted to find out if Jonghyun was right.

Jonghyun brushed Taemin’s hair away from his ear, whispering into it “Hyung would fuck you so good, Taemin-ah.” It felt like Taemin had been punched in the stomach when he said that, picturing it all too vividly. Jonghyun, inside of him, stretching him open and fucking him into the mattress. “My cock so deep inside you, making you scream.” He was touching Taemin’s back again, dragging his hand down, lower, lower, making him shudder, until his fingers were playing with the waistband of his jeans. “I’d make you cum so hard, baby.”

Taemin sobbed into the pillow, and he couldn’t breathe anymore, had to lift his head off the pillow to take in gulps of air. “Please.” He begged, legs starting to shake as he kept grinding onto the bed, embarrassed at how shameless he was.

A hand grabbed onto Taemin’s hair, pulled his face to the side. “Taemin-ah.” Was all Jonghyun said before he was kissing him, not hesitating to coax his mouth open and shove his tongue inside, make Taemin moan against his lips. Taemin fully twisted onto his side so he could lift his leg and wrap it around Jonghyun’s, pull him in closer, let him move his hips against his in small circles.

He gasped into Jonghyun’s mouth when he felt his hand grabbing his ass, dragging him in until their bodies were flush together. Jonghyun’s chest, firm against his own, their legs tangled together, their mouths moaning into the other’s.

It almost made Taemin yell in frustration when Jonghyun took his lips away, but instead he just groaned when they were kissing right under his jaw. His lips were so soft and warm it made his mind cloud with arousal. When Jonghyun bit down on his skin, it was such a shock to his system it made him cry out.

Jonghyun sucked on Taemin’s neck and he kept panting needlessly, his grip on Jonghyun’s hair becoming so weak. He wanted to keep Jonghyun where he was, kissing the area Taemin was sure was going to bruise, but his body wasn’t listening, he couldn’t stop rubbing his dick against Jonghyun’s, couldn’t do anything but chase that overwhelming feeling.

When Jonghyun pulled his hips back just a bit, just enough that Taemin couldn’t reach him, Taemin whined and desperately tried to pull him back in, grabbing anything he could. His whines turned into a moan when Jonghyun’s warm hand was cupping his hard-on over his pants, heat of his palm seeping through the layers causing his eyes to roll back. “Do you want hyung to touch you, Taemin-ah?” Jonghyun said, but he was already stroking his cock and Taemin didn’t know how to form words anymore, too far gone, mind too clouded. “Hmm? Baby?” He asked once more when Taemin didn’t answer, and he had to take a breath, had to figure out how to form words again.

“Yes, Jonghyun hyung.” He whispered, voice already hoarse. Jonghyun grinned at him and even when he undid the button on Taemin’s pants Taemin couldn’t stop moving, because he couldn’t handle having nothing right now. He needed to be touched, and he knew he was making things difficult, but his body wouldn’t listen to him.

When Jonghyun dragged his finger underneath his navel he gasped. Just that small brush sent his nerves alight and made his toes curl and he was so close, so close to where he needed it...

Taemin moaned embarrassingly loud as Jonghyun’s hand wrapped around his cock, finally receiving what his whole body craved. The differences between Jonghyun’s hand and his own made the experience entirely new and mind-numbing. Jonghyun’s hand was warm while Taemin was almost always cold, and the length of it could almost fit entirely in Jonghyun’s palm, while Taemin’s small hands didn’t cover nearly as much. He whimpered when Jonghyun brushed his thumb over the slit, spread his precome around the tip, and any idea of him lasting much longer was thrown away.

“Jonghyun-hyung…” Taemin groaned out when he started tracing the underside of his cock with one finger before stroking the length of it. His hand was so tight around him and he didn’t even know what kinds of sounds he was making anymore, just that he couldn’t hold them back.

He almost screamed when Jonghyun started biting down on his skin again, right above his collarbones, leaving a mark. His breathing was so loud and his pulse was so fast., and it was almost too much when Jonghyun sped his hand up, made him cry out and shiver so intensely, but he still needed it faster, tighter, more.

Taemin wasn’t sure what gave him away, if it was how desperately he was whimpering over and over, or how he kept thrusting into Jonghyun’s hand with no rhythm. But somehow Jonghyun knew and raised his head to whisper into Taemin’s ear, hot breath making him melt, “Cum for hyung, Taemin-ah.”

With a few quick strokes Taemin’s orgasm hit him, coursing through his body and making him shiver, whining as Jonghyun kept moving his hand to help Taemin ride it out. His eyes shut so tight and his grip had gone loose as he came onto Jonghyun’s hand, so overwhelming he could feel tears in his eyes.

Nothing existed for the few seconds Taemin took to calm down. Only his chest rising and falling with each bated breath he took, Jonghyun pressing kisses onto the bruises he had left there. The haze finally started to clear and he threaded his fingers through Jonghyun’s hair, just wanting to touch him, but it made Jonghyun lift his head up and smile at him. Unfortunately Taemin didn’t have the energy for words, so instead he pressed their lips together, still breathing so heavily it was more tongue and teeth than anything else. But he loved Jonghyun’s kisses no matter how messy, loved how soft his lips felt and how skilled he was with his tongue, loved it when he bit him and made him gasp into his mouth.

“Taemin,” Jonghyun murmured against his lips, noses brushing, hot breath mixing together, “I really need to clean my hand off.”

He froze at that and his face burned for a completely different reason. “Right. Sorry.” Taemin said, starting to shy away because he really did just cover Jonghyun’s hand in his cum, didn’t he.

All Jonghyun did in response was kiss his forehead. “Nothing to be sorry for, baby, I just don’t want to get anything dirty.” And that made way more sense than the worries swarming his head, Jonghyun wasn’t grossed out by him and Taemin was okay.

At least he was until Jonghyun started to lick his hand while maintaining eye contact with him, already feeling his stomach turning again. He tried so hard not to look, not to fantasize about anything because he wasn’t sure he could handle another round right now. “Hyuuung…” He whined, hoping Jonghyun would take the hint. Jonghyun just smirked at him.

“You should know by now that I’m going to take every chance I get to tease you, Taemin-ah.” He said, popping one finger in his mouth and Taemin was going to scream, but instead kept his mouth firmly shut to prevent any unwanted noises from escaping. Just continued trying and failing not to stare at how Jonghyun’s finger disappeared into his mouth, how he would swirl his tongue around as he cleaned it off…

...on second thought, another round might be necessary at this point.

“What are you reading?” Jonghyun’s cold tone made Taemin gulp, setting his book down with shaky hands.

“I just grabbed what was lying around…” Taemin said, trying to make his ashamed posture look as natural as possible. Head down, eyes drifting to the side, curling into himself.

Jonghyun grabbed the book from Taemin’s lap and flipped it open. “A book about boys kissing, though?” Jonghyun asked, pointing to a page on the book where sure enough, two boys were kissing, actually one of the tamer kisses Taemin had seen.

His eyes darted back and forth and his tongue peeked out to lick his lips. “It seemed interesting…”

And then Jonghyun was lifting his legs, and he was on top of him again, and it was so much less nerve wracking than the first time, but it still made Taemin’s eyes go wide and his heartbeat quicken. “Have you ever been kissed, Taemin-ah?”

He tried not to smile at that line, thinking of the first time he’d heard it. “Not...by a boy, if that’s what you mean…”

Jonghyun’s hand was under his chin again, and they were looking into each other’s eyes, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world despite it being scripted. “Would you like to?”

Taemin didn’t answer that, just nodded his head and closed his eyes, anticipating the fake kiss he had grown so used to. He could even feel Jonghyun’s face getting closer, knew when the switch was going to happen without even looking, any second now…

But then it was a feeling even more familiar to him than a thumb on his lips. It was Jonghyun’s, sucking on his lower lip, and Taemin’s eyes flew open in shock before he started growing warm. Just a few feet away there were three girls watching them kiss without even knowing it, and Taemin’s lower stomach started to twist, and he had to fight so hard not to start moving his hips, already embarrassingly turned on just by one kiss.

When they pulled apart, Jonghyun didn’t immediately go to thank the customers like usual. He stared down at Taemin with hooded eyes, so dark they only contributed to his current situation, and if Jonghyun didn’t pull away soon Taemin might do something stupid that he’d regret.

“T-that’s our scene, hope you enjoyed it!” Jonghyun finally said, stumbling over his words, and Taemin let out a sigh of relief. However, Jonghyun had only solved the problem of the customers. The problem that was currently growing harder in Taemin’s pants, though…

He realized he’d been laying there too long when Jonghyun gave him a look and he blushed, quickly standing up from the couch only for his knees to give out. But Jonghyun was quick and caught him before he fell down,except now that he was in Jonghyun’s arms, Jonghyun wasn’t letting go. They stayed there, frozen, bodies touching and eyes transfixed on the other’s. Taemin wondered if Jonghyun knew the effect he had on him.

Clumsily, Jonghyun let go, rubbing his palms against his thighs. “We should get back to work.” He said, and even though he was right, Taemin wished he was lying. He wished they could find somewhere to be alone so they could take care of this feeling encompassing the two of them, but unfortunately, he had a job to do.

Throughout the rest of his shift, Taemin kept catching Jonghyun staring at him, and it wasn’t his usual infatuated stare. His gaze was dark and hooded, and his eyes kept raking over his body, lingering on certain areas more than others. He knew exactly what Taemin was going through.

And Taemin could tell he planned on doing something about it.

It came as no surprise to Taemin when Jonghyun asked him to come home with him after work.

It was also no surprise when Taemin was pushed into the wall not even a second after hanging up his winter garments.

And then it only made sense that there were two hands on his hips and a tongue in his mouth, Jonghyun kissing him so desperately it made all the neediness he had felt earlier that day come back with a passion.

Taemin moaned when Jonghyun bit his lower lip and he finally had enough sense to wrap his arms around Jonghyun’s shoulders, pull him in closer when they were already pressed against each other. Let their tongues swirl together and taste what had become so familiar but never dulling over the course of their relationship.

When Jonghyun’s hands started sneaking towards Taemin’s ass he gasped, a little hitched breath that made Jonghyun kiss him harder and grab him so tightly he scrunched his face. He grabbed harder and Taemin whimpered, and when his fingers brushed Taemin’s hole he couldn’t keep kissing him anymore, had to hide his burning red face in the crook of Jonghyun’s neck. Jonghyun kept pressing his fingers into that area and Taemin shivered and he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to keep himself upright much longer.

As if reading his mind, Jonghyun started lifting Taemin up, and he wrapped his legs around Jonghyun’s torso on instinct only for it to send a rush of pleasure down his spine when their cocks met through too many layers of clothing. Taemin threw his head back and hit the wall but didn’t even register the pain. “Jonghyun hyung…” He moaned, eyes hooded and lips probably just as red as Jonghyun’s were right now.

“I’ve got you.” Was Jonghyun’s response and he situated his arms to better carry Taemin, not even minding when Taemin started rubbing his hard-on against his stomach because he was just so fucking needy. He walked into his room and placed Taemin down on the bed, kissing him again now that he had the chance. As Jonghyun climbed on top of him Taemin let his legs fall open so Jonghyun could get in between them, grind against him and make him cry out during their kiss. “Taemin-ah,” Jonghyun said, voice rough and thick, “I have everything we need here.”

He didn’t need Jonghyun to clarify any more. He already knew what that meant and it made his mind swim at the idea, made his toes curl and pants grow even tighter. “Yes, please…” Taemin choked out, already feeling himself starting to leak into his boxer briefs. Jonghyun caught his lips again, slower than the first kiss, but just as filled with desire. It made Taemin hum through his nose, letting himself truly savor the feeling of Jonghyun’s mouth moving against his, his tongue licking along his lips, so soft and perfect. And then, Jonghyun’s fingers underneath his sweater, brushing by the sensitive skin on his sides and making him shy away before reaching his underarms. With a deep breath, Taemin moved his arms so Jonghyun could pull his sweater off, and then they were kissing again. And Taemin didn’t even have to try and push away any worries of Jonghyun noticing how his stomach jutted out or how he had almost no body hair because he knew Jonghyun wouldn’t mind anyways.

As their lips kept moving together, Taemin tightened his hold on Jonghyun’s sweater, tried dragging it up, hands clawing at his back in his efforts. When it was pulled high enough that Taemin could feel bare skin he blushed, trying to subtly feel along the muscles there, warm under his palms. He didn’t get much time to appreciate it before Jonghyun was laughing against his lips, little puffs of air, and sat up so he could take it the rest of the way off.

Jonghyun must have noticed that Taemin was staring because he didn’t lean down to start kissing him right away, just smirked as his cheeks grew redder. “Like what you see?”

“Yes.” Taemin said without thinking, blushing harder and biting his lip at his outburst. It was the truth but it was an embarrassing truth, especially when he was still staring at Jonghyun’s arms, only now noticing that he had multiple tattoos lining both of them. He never even realized he’d never seen Jonghyun without long sleeves on until this moment. There was also the tattoo underneath his pecs and one barely peeking out from his pants, circling around his hipbone, and how on earth did he end up with someone so hot.

And of course there was trail of hair on his defined stomach that disappeared under his jeans and led straight to the bulge in his pants.

“Fuck.” Taemin breathed, and he couldn’t keep looking, he had to drop his head back on the pillow or else he might go mad just knowing that he’d get to touch every inch of that body. Suddenly his mouth was watering and he really hoped Jonghyun wouldn’t notice how often he was swallowing.

But no, Jonghyun had to make him look again. “Baby?” He said, and Taemin lifted his head only to drop it again when his back arched as Jonghyun placed his hand on Taemin’s cock. He hissed through his teeth and tried so hard not to buck up into Jonghyun’s palm but fuck it felt so nice. He gently massaged him through his jeans and Taemin raised his fist to his mouth so he could bite on it.

Taemin almost whined when Jonghyun took his hand away but only heard his heart beating in anticipation when Jonghyun started undoing his jeans, relieved to finally free his cock from its stifling confines. He was so lost in the sensation of everything that he didn’t even think to lift his hips until Jonghyun said “Up.”, letting Jonghyun take everything off and now Taemin was all too aware of how naked he was.

He brought his legs together and bent his knees, hiding himself on reflex because no one had ever seen him like this before. He didn’t even think about how that must have come across as until Jonghyun said “Are you just being shy or do you want me to stop?”

“Please don’t stop.” Taemin begged, dragging out the first word because it just perfectly described how he was feeling right now. Jonghyun took that answer and wrapped two hands around Taemin’s thighs and pulled them apart, immediately ducking his head in between them. There were a few seconds of nothing but Taemin’s pulse rushing madly before Jonghyun was licking up the length of Taemin’s cock, and he let out a choked moan and felt his legs shake in Jonghyun’s hands.

Jonghyun wrapped his lips around the tip and circled it with his tongue, moaning at the taste of his precome and Taemin couldn’t hold back any of his sounds any more. Even with his fist muffling his voice he was still so loud, but how could he not be when Jonghyun’s mouth was so wet and hot around him, taking him in and making his back arch. He pressed a kiss at the base and murmured “Your cock is so fucking cute, baby,” on his skin and Taemin was going to cum too soon if he kept this up.

“Hyung…” He whined, breathless, chest heaving when Jonghyun looked up at him from between his legs. “I can’t…” Taemin trailed off at the end, words impossible when he was this far gone, mind in a haze.

“Can’t what, Taemin-ah?” Jonghyun asked, raising onto his knees.

Taemin let out a small noise. “I don’t want to cum yet.” He said the words in a rush, still into his hand, and he hoped Jonghyun heard him because he didn’t want to say it again.

“Ohh.” Jonghyun said, climbing on top of Taemin again to press his lips under his jawline. “Do you want hyung to fuck you now, baby?”

“Please.” Taemin sobbed out, so desperate he could taste it, could feel it burning between his legs. Jonghyun left a few more kisses before leaning back again, reaching behind Taemin to open the small cabinet on his bed frame, pulling out a bottle Taemin didn’t have to read to know what it was.

He flipped the cap open and poured some of the lube onto his fingers, maybe even a little too much, and set it out of the way so he could kiss Taemin’s neck. Taemin whimpered when he felt Jonghyun’s finger brush his hole, purposefully teasing him, before slipping in to the first knuckle and making him moan. It already felt different, with Jonghyun’s finger being thicker and longer as it kept going deeper and deeper inside him, and Jonghyun kept taking it slow when Taemin would always go as fast as he could handle from the beginning. Patience was not his strong suit.

Jonghyun thrust his finger in and out and Taemin’s mouth opened in a silent groan, just loving the feeling and knowing that this was happening. He let out a choked moan when Jonghyun inserted a second finger, already starting to feel the stretch. He dug his nails into Jonghyun’s shoulder, hoping he wasn’t hurting him but also unable to grab any weaker. When the third finger joined Taemin was whimpering again, the fourth made him start moving his hips and whispering “Please, Jonghyun hyung, please…” ready to be filled and fucked and satisfied.

With one last kiss to Taemin’s neck Jonghyun removed his fingers and Taemin whined at the loss despite knowing there was still something better to come. Without Jonghyun on top of him Taemin became aware of how naked he was again, but those thoughts were quickly thrown out when Taemin saw Jonghyun undoing his belt. His throat went dry as he watched Jonghyun’s fingers work, and he was staring again and Jonghyun was probably smirking again but Taemin couldn’t look away. Jonghyun pulled his pants down and off but left his boxers on and Taemin must’ve made a face at that because then Jonghyun was saying “You’re just a little pervert, aren’t you?”

That was so similar to something Taemin wanted to be called that it made his face burn. “No, I’m not.” He couldn’t look Jonghyun in the eye when he said it and that probably made it obvious that he was lying but Jonghyun didn’t seem to notice.

Instead he just shrugged, smirk on his face betraying his actions, and climbed on top of Taemin again, pressing their dicks together. “You’ll have plenty of time to look later, but right now it’s kind of embarrassing for me to strip while you’re looking at me like you want to eat me alive.”

Taemin blushed again and brought his hand up to the side of Jonghyun’s face, brushing away some of the hair that was starting to stick to his forehead. “Sorry, hyung.”

Jonghyun leaned into Taemin’s hand before turning his head to give his palm a kiss. “It’s not a bad thing, Taemin-ah, it’s actually really sexy.” He said and Taemin blushed even harder and wished he could hide his face, but that’d come across the wrong way. “It’s your first time but it’s been awhile for me too, that’s all.”

That made Taemin smile, knowing that he wasn’t doing something wrong. “Okay.”

Jonghyun pressed their smiles together and Taemin hadn’t felt more ready for this in his whole life. He focused on moving his lips against Jonghyun’s, kissing him back, and made a noise into Jonghyun’s mouth when he felt something prodding at his entrance. “Deep breaths, baby.” Jonghyun said as he started pushing in and Taemin’s eyebrows furrowed, already feeling the stretch. Obviously Jonghyun was going to be bigger than both of their fingers, but he was bigger than Taemin’s vibrator too and he was already starting to doubt himself.

But he did as Jonghyun said, taking deep breaths, in and out. He could tell he was still scrunching his face, and he was still holding back sounds at feeling so impossibly full, but he wasn’t in pain. Jonghyun started kissing him all over, on his cheeks, along his jawline, distracting him, so when he felt Jonghyun bottom out, he was surprised at how relaxed he still was. They stayed like that, Jonghyun fully sheathed inside him, and shared each other’s air, looking into each other’s eyes. And it didn’t feel awkward for Taemin to do that, either, it just felt natural.

“I’m going to start moving now, okay?” Jonghyun said, almost whispering, like he was afraid of wrecking the moment. Taemin nodded and kept breathing, felt him pull out and thrust back in, making him whimper at the jolt of pleasure it sent through him. He started a rhythm like that, maybe a little too slow, but just enough to make Taemin just as needy as he was before.

“Jonghyun hyung…” Taemin moaned, head dropping onto the pillow, more satisfied than he’d ever been on his own. It wasn’t just that Jonghyun was bigger and went deeper into him, it was also having Jonghyun’s warmth on him, his mouth on his skin, him holding his hands. It was so much more than getting off. And when Jonghyun lifted their hands to his lips and kissed his knuckles, Taemin wanted to say something else, but instead all that came out was “You can go faster.”

It made Jonghyun laugh against his hand, small puffs of air, and Taemin face grew hotter at his outburst. But then Jonghyun straightened his arms out, pinned Taemin’s hands onto the bed, and Taemin’s dick throbbed. And Jonghyun sped up, fucking Taemin harder and faster, enough to make Taemin’s back curve and a whimper escape from his lips. He lifted his quivering legs and wrapped them around Jonghyun’s waist, pulling him in, wanting more and more. Jonghyun was groaning now and Taemin swore no other sound could compare, knowing that he was making Jonghyun feel so good made his heart soar.

When Jonghyun started kissing him again Taemin couldn’t keep up, just kept moaning into Jonghyun’s open mouth, played with his tongue. Jonghyun let his hands go so he wrapped them around his shoulders, deepening the kiss and probably digging his nails in too much judging by the way Jonghyun grunted. But then Jonghyun’s hands were on his hips again, lifting them up and using them as leverage, making Taemin let out a noise of surprise. And that new angle had Taemin seeing white, squeezing his eyes so tightly closed, Jonghyun hitting so deep inside him. “Fuck, Taemin-ah…” Jonghyun groaned against his lips, making Taemin’s whole body shiver, voice so breathless and rough and saying his name.

Taemin cried out when Jonghyun wrapped his hand around his cock and he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long like this, breaths wracking his whole body and thighs shaking so badly. He stroked the length of it, so slow compared to his thrusts, and Taemin needed more than that, it was just teasing. He started thrusting into Jonghyun’s hand, trying to get him to go faster but he didn’t, just changed technique, keeping his hand still and letting his fingers do all the work. Jonghyun’s thumb started stroking under the head of his dick and his index finger was swiping over the slit and it was so much for Taemin, he couldn’t, he couldn’t hold it back…

“Hyung!” He cried out, cumming all over his stomach and Jonghyun’s hand, hips bucking up and limbs gone weak. “Please, hyung…” Taemin didn’t know what he was asking for anymore, didn’t know what he was saying, trying so hard to catch his breath, still thrusting into Jonghyun’s hand. His body kept shaking with aftershocks, so spent and satisfied, mind in a post-orgasm haze.

Even through the haze, he could still feel Jonghyun starting to pull out, and he quickly wrapped one leg around Jonghyun’s back again, not sure he’d be able to handle both. Jonghyun titled his head at him, probably too turned on and breathless to really say anything, so Taemin had to answer his silent question. “Cum inside me, hyung.”

Jonghyun cursed under his breath and Taemin flushed again despite just coming down from his high, but Jonghyun wasn’t going to say no to that. He immediately picked up at the same pace from before, making Taemin cry out from how overstimulated he was, but he loved it, he loved the feeling of being so sensitive he wanted to scream. Jonghyun was breathing so hard and grunting from exertion, barely audible over Taemin’s touched-out whimpers.

His movements and kisses turned sloppy and Taemin knew he was going to cum soon, biting onto Taemin’s neck as he started losing control. His grip on Taemin’s hips turned almost painful and he started actually dragging Taemin onto him as he fucked him, that much deeper and harder into him. It was so much that Taemin was grabbing onto Jonghyun’s hair and biting his lip as he tried to hold his noises back, so hard it almost hurt.

With a drawn-out moan, Jonghyun was filling him with cum, shallowly thrusting into him and breathing hot air against his neck. Taemin was still whimpering with each thrust but he wished he wasn’t, wanted to hear every sound Jonghyun made as he was pushed over the edge. His thrusts got slower and slower as he kept riding out his orgasm until they stopped, cock still halfway inside Taemin.

Jonghyun looked up at him with hooded eyes, expression matching Taemin’s, and kissed his already bitten raw lips as he pulled all the way out, making Taemin whimper one last time as he felt his cum dripping out of him.

They lost themselves in the kiss again, neither sure how much time passed before they separated, and Taemin thought his lips might be bruised like the rest of his body at this point. “I can help you wash.” Jonghyun said, seemingly from miles away. Jonghyun’s voice was soft but his actions were softer, brushing Taemin’s hair away from his face and threading his fingers through the strands.

Taemin gave him a shy smile. “Thank you, Jonghyun hyung.”

Jonghyun carried Taemin to the bathroom because “your legs were shaking so much I don’t trust you to stand anymore”, “yeah that’s totally it, hyung.” He sat Taemin on the ledge while he drew the bath before easing himself into it and helping Taemin down, holding him steady by his hips.

And somehow this moment of Jonghyun washing his hair, humming a tune Taemin’s didn’t even recognize, and peppering kisses onto his back, was Taemin’s favorite part of it all.

#jongtae #SHINee fanfiction #fics #chaptered #bl cafe au #another chapter with no onminkey sorry gang

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