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solarwonux · 3 years

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Sangyeon x f!reader

W.C: 6.2k

Warnings: alcohol consumption, suggestive themes, arguing, mentions of cheating

For the 12 Months I Loved You Collab by: @sunlightwoo

Note: um...better late than never right?? This was supposed to go up in February but things happen. It’s one of my favorite ones that I’ve written, but I feel like I say that for every single thing I write lmao. I hope you like it plsssss let me know your thoughts. Thank you.xx

A long exasperated sigh left your lips at the sight of Sangyeon in the corner of the reception hall, chatting up a pretty redhead. His arm draped around their waist, clutching their body close to his, their faces close enough to smell the expensive champagne lingering in their breaths. A palm was placed on his chest as he leaned down to whisper something in their ear. Earning a flirtatious giggle from them, along with a sultry nod.

Their delicate fingers wrapped around his black tie as they pulled him close to whisper something against his plump lips. It was your cue to look away, but something inside of you—maybe the five flutes of champagne you had indulged in when the night was still young, prevented you from looking away.

Gripping the body of your sixth flute you prepared for what was to come, though when he smirked and unraveled their fingers from his tie, you let out a sigh of relief. Sangyeon still hasn’t broken rule number three of your friends with benefits arrangement.

As common courtesy for the other party, under absolutely no circumstance you are to hook up with other people.

Though when he ran his fingers down the side of their arm teasingly making them shiver at the feather-like feeling. One you had relished in for many nights on end, you knew he would not only be breaking rule number three but rule number four as well.

As common courtesy for the other party, under absolutely no circumstances you are to hook up with other people, especially when the other party is in the same room.

The anger flourished inside of you like an unwelcome weed. And you knew green was definitely not your color, but you couldn’t help but feel the jealousy take over, running along your veins like bitter poison. Your grip on your champagne flute got tighter. So much so that if you were destined with superhuman strength you would’ve shattered it into pieces, especially when his knowing eyes met yours. A glint of something sinister sparking behind them while his fingers laced with those of the red head.

He turned away before giving them a shy whisper and then tugged them gently towards the door of the reception hall. Leaving you behind in the middle of his best friend’s wedding reception, on your sixth flute of champagne, while you broke rule number six.

Don’t catch feelings for the other party involved.

To be fair when you and Sangyeon had agreed to the terms and conditions of your new no strings attached relationship. You were positive, even overly confident that you weren’t going to be the one to fall for your brother's asshole friend.

You had known him for years, grew up with him. He always made it his mission to make your life a living hell. Whether it was purple food coloring in your hair conditioner back in middle school (you had an odd mixture of purple and red that had somehow turned a nasty shade of burgundy in your hair for almost a year as you grew it out enough to cut off the damage,) or calling you ugly while simultaneously including all the the synonyms. He had made your life a living hell, he had been the reason for your tears whenever your insecurities took over. And he had been the reason for your newfound jealousy now as you sat on your couch a week after your brother's wedding still replaying the scene back in your head like a bad old timely movie.

It had started when two of you got drunk on Christmas Eve, laughing boisterously at your nonexistent love life’s.

“Who knew the reason we would be bonding is because we haven’t gotten laid in months.” He said, throwing his head back, gulping the remnants of his beer.

”For your information, I got laid last week. But I’m not bringing my one night stand to meet my family.” You rolled your eyes, bumping your shoulder against his.

He sets the beer bottle to his side, before leaning his elbows on his knees and gazing over at you. “How many people asked you where your date was tonight?”

“Too many.” You sigh, running your finger along the condensation of your own beer bottle. The memories of yours and Sangyeon’s family coming up to you asking you the million dollar question still prevalent in your mind. “You?”

“Not as many as I expected but still a lot. I just wish maybe they can back off.” He leaned back, placing his elbows behind him. He tore his eyes from your form and focused them on the night sky. “Maybe I should’ve hired a date or something.” He comments.

Your family's holiday party was still bustling behind the front door of your childhood home. Yet, the thought of ever going back in, earning judgmental looks from your single aunts was keeping you away.

He was right, maybe you should’ve hired someone as a date for the night.

Sangyeon bumped his knee against yours gently, “Want to date for the holiday’s?” The question came off as a joke, his sweet and gentle laugh following it. But as you sat there contemplating the idea, you realized that it wasn’t as bad. He was practically family. Your parents and his parents had been trying for years to set the two of you up. If you were to show up on New Year’s with your arm looped in his, no one would bat an eyelash. In fact you were willing to bet money that your mom and his would start crying pure tears of joy.

“Why not?” You shrug, “Our parents have been planning our wedding since we were kids, and as much as we don’t like each other. In some twisted sense of the word I do trust you.” Sangyeon did a double take, sitting up straighter and leaning in just enough to be in your line of sight.

“Are you sure?” Concern washed over his features. His bottom lip found its way in between his teeth as he waited for your response. “Like, you want to date me for the holiday’s?” He asked pleading for reassurance. Despite the relationship between the two of you not making sense to anyone outside your friendship circle, the level of trust and respect for each other’s boundaries was evident. You two pushed each other, got under each other’s skin, but you also knew when to stop. Which is why this plan was perfect. Foolproof.

“Yes.”

And somehow the two of you agreed that from then until further notice you would be each other’s dates for every holiday in the near future. Yet, if you had known the outcome of it you wouldn’t have agreed, especially not when the thin threshold had been crossed on your birthday.

He had showed up with a cheap bottle of vodka, all the romantic comedies he could find at the gas station and a boyish smile. His lips were on yours after five shots of the drinking game you had invented and you were naked underneath him after seven.

“I’m just saying, adding sex into the mix wouldn’t be such a bad idea.” He proposed with a shrug during a very awkward hang over filled coffee talk at the rundown cafe the next day. “We can even add some rules so it wouldn’t be so weird.”

“Adding rules is the weird part, Sangyeon.” You rolled your eyes before taking a sip of your herbal green tea and then cringing at the taste. “But they would help...you know to keep things from getting messy.”

“Then it’s settled.” He smiled widely grabbing the kids menu you had ordered from and a red crayon, scribbling down messily in his almost indescifrable handwriting:

Holi-date No Strings Attached Rule Book

Can I come over tonight.xx

Your eyes roll to the back of your head in annoyance, upon reading the text from Sangyeon. Of course, he hadn’t contacted you for over a week and the only time he decides to do so is when he’s in need of a good fuck. You throw your phone down on the table, resting your forehead against it. An annoyed sound falling out of your lips.

“Hello there negative nancy,” Kevin says, slipping into the seat in front of you. “I got you your favorite.” He sings, placing the iced matcha green tea latte in front of you and flicking the top of your head to get your attention.

You whine, lifting your head up a pout evident on your lips as you break the seal of the plastic lid with your paper straw. A poor attempt to reduce the consumption of plastic. Changing the straw wouldn’t do anything for the Earth when your whole cup is made out of non-biodegradable plastic. Maybe it’s the effort and the thought that counts, either way you take a sip from your drink, savoring the taste as it coats your tastebuds. Letting the false promise of a full six hour surge of energy run down your throat.

“Thank you for buying today.” You nod.

“It’s the least I can do for helping me with the web design project.” He smiles an award winning smile before bringing his hot mug of black coffee up to his lips. Hissing from the heat and cringing at the taste. Just like how he couldn't phantom how you liked the vibrant green liquid, you couldn’t understand how he drank five cups of black coffee daily. Indeed, he was not human, you concluded that a couple years ago.

You shrug, wrapping your fingers around the cup, “I had time to spare, but don’t get too comfortable with my help. It’s rare that I finish my work early.” You point an accusatory finger at him, furrowing your eyebrows before breaking into a wide smile.

“Ehh,” Kevin shrugs, “we’ll see about that when you’re begging me to buy you one of those nasty vomit colored drinks in a week.” He finishes sending you a wink that usually has all the girls and guys weak in the knees. You on the other hand have been so accustomed to his flirty ways after years of working side by side that it did nothing to you but annoy you slightly, yet in some odd way it comforted you.

Since day one everything between you and Kevin was comfortable and easy. He sat next to you in your digital marketing class Sophomore year of college and the two of you had been inseparable ever since. For a while you harbored a fat silent crush on him, his flirting being a point of confusion for you back then. It wasn’t until you experienced first hand what dating Kevin would be like that your crush dissipated into nothing but a platonic kind of love.

It was awful, the two of you had only gone on two dates. Two very disastrous and nightmare inducing dates, that sent shivers up both of your spines when just the mere thought of it entered the front lobe of your brains. It was then, while attempting to wash out a red wine stain out of your white dress in his and Jacob’s kitchen that you both agreed to just being friends. Eventually leading up to being coworkers as well.

It was a shame, you could always see yourself possibly loving Kevin and it would be easy too. And as much as you’d like to imagine it sometimes, he wouldn’t be able to give you what you wanted and vice versa.

“How’s the boyfriend, trouble in paradise yet?” He raises his eyebrow at you, hitting your calf lightly with the tip of his dress shoe.

You groan, running a hand through your hair, “Sangyeon is not my boyfriend, we just hang out sometimes.”

You quirks an eyebrow, smirking, “That’s what I said about Jacob and I, and look at us now.” He raises his left hand wiggling his ring ringer, letting the gold band catch the light of the setting sun. “Till death do us apart or something like that.” He shrugs, taking another sip from his coffee.

“Yeah but you two are perfect for each other, Sangyeon and I are like water and oil we don’t mix unless, well...you know.”

“Unless the two of you are fucking? Yes I am aware, the horror of me walking in on the two of you last month still keeps me up at night.” He shudders, pushing his half empty mug away from him. A disgusted look on his face.

“Ugh,” you put your head in your hands in utter despair, “I thought we agreed to forget about that and move on.”

“Fine I won’t bring it up again,” He rolls his eyes and sits back, crossing his arms in front of him. “But I know there’s trouble in paradise, does it have to do with what happened at the reception?”

You stare at him with wide eyes. It wasn’t just the events that took place at the reception. It was everything before the reception, during the reception and after the reception. You swore to yourself and him the morning after the two of you first accidentally slept together that you would never fall for him. But as it turns out, you had fallen for him long before that, a moment lost in time. A moment you couldn’t pinpoint but you just knew that what you felt for him was more than platonic. It sucked.

“Maybe,” you shrug, stirring the contents of your drink with your paper straw, distracting you and avoiding Kevin’s look of concern. “Honestly, I’m not sure. He’s just so frustrating. We agreed to have rules to make this whole fucked up situation less of a mess, but he broke two of those rules that night, purposely. I could tell that he was enjoying it.” You let out a defeated sigh and push your drink out of the way, bringing your arms to rest on top of the table, crossing them and hiding your face in them. You couldn’t pinpoint the exact emotion you were feeling, but you just knew it was bad from the way your throat closed up and the tears that were brimming in the corner of your eyes.

Kevin hummed and leaned forward onto the table, ruffling your hair in the process. “And what rule have you broken?” He whispers.

“The one in which I wasn’t supposed to fall for him.” You lift your head, digging your palms into your eyes forcefully. “I didn’t want to, I still don’t want to, but I can’t stop. It’s like he’s casted some kind of love spell on me. Maybe it’s part of his evil plan to destroy me once and for all.” You sigh, grabbing your phone and turning it over. The text sitting there unread, haunting you.

“Don’t answer it.” Kevin covers your screen with his hand. The sadness he held for you is evident behind his soft eyes. “I know you want to but don’t answer it. It’s only going to make you feel worse and frankly I still hate seeing you cry.”

He’s right. Answering him would only make you feel smaller than you already do. You didn’t want to see him, but you longed to have him hold you even if it meant nothing to him. You push Kevin’s hand away, swiping your thumb over the text, hitting reply. You know you should listen to your best friend, but there’s a reason why the two of you would’ve never made it far in a romantic relationship.

You were stubborn and never listened.

8pm, don’t be late. I have to wake up early tomorrow.

Kevin sighs, shaking his head in disappointment, falling back in his chair, scoffing. “Last time, tonight will be the last time and then we break it off.” You say, avoiding his eyes.

“That’s exactly what I said and I ended up having a shotgun wedding.”

Can’t wait, miss you.xx

“My job’s having an event for Valentine’s Day.” Sangyeon broke the silence, his chest still rising rapidly, matching yours. As you came down from your highs.

The second he had walked in through your front door he was pinning you against your poor excuse of a dining room table, without a proper greeting. He barely gave you a second to think before he was peeling your clothes off in a haste and carrying you off to your room.

“And you want me to go with you?” You turn your head to face him. He was laying down on his side, his head resting on his arm, watching you cautiously.

“Mhm,” He puts his arm around your waist and pulls you close. “I need a plus one, I have this annoying coworker that doesn’t leave me alone. I figured if I brought you along they would back off.”

“So I’m not just your date, but also your cockblock?” You tilt your head to the side, raising your eyebrow. “What happens when they find out we aren’t actually dating?” You poke his chest with your index finger. It was smooth and muscular and decorated with the beautiful marks you left behind a few minutes ago.

“They won’t.” He smiled leaving a light kiss against your neck, trailing his lips up and sucking on the spot he knew would have you moaning in seconds. “What do you say?” He bites your earlobe, pulling it before sitting up again.

You sigh and bring your sheets up to your body, sitting up. “I can't, I have plans already.” You lie hugging your knees up to your chest. You wanted to go, pretend once more that you and Sangyeon were more than holiday dates and fuck buddies. But you couldn’t put yourself through that anymore. You were getting used to being by his side, living out a fantasy in your head. When all he wanted was a quick fuck and an easy pass.

“I have a date, Kevin and Jacob’s friend.” You shrug, closing your eyes, mentally apologizing to the couple for dragging them into your problem’s once again. “We’re going out to dinner.” You finish, opening your eyes and looking over at Sangyeon who laid there, messy hair decorating his pillows, stunned. You knew what he was thinking and you were just waiting for him to say it. To get it over with so he’d leave as fast he came in.

He chewed on his bottom lip and then scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Oh, what about rule number seven or whatever.” He quickly got up from your bed, letting the sheets covering his lower half fall down to your carpeted floor.

As common courtesy for the other party, under absolutely no circumstances you are to date other people, until officially calling the deal off.

“Well, I don’t know. I like him. We’ve been talking for a while now and he’s sweet. He likes me.” You shrug, watching as he walks around your room looking for his discarded clothes. “And I haven’t broken the rule, yet. I was hoping we could talk about it and just call this whole thing off once and for all.”

“No but you broke rule number one or something.” He puts on his boxers fast and digs through your scattered clothes on your floor for the rest of his clothes.

You sat there silently watching him, running through your memory files as you recalled the rules and what rule number one consisted of which had nothing to do with what you had done. Or lied about doing.

As common courtesy for the other party, always use protection.

“That’s not what rule number one is, it’s -”

“Whatever, you broke a rule before calling it quits, you were basically cheating on me.” He yells, leaving his white washed jeans unbuttoned as he runs a frustrated hand through his hair. You were floored, witnessing an angry Sangyeon wasn’t rare for you. In fact, growing up you had been the product of many of his angry outbursts while inducing your revenge, but it was never serious. This was different. This felt different. This was serious, he was accusing you of something you didn’t do. He was accusing you of doing the one thing you saw him do at your brother’s wedding reception. It made your blood boil.

“That’s fucking rich coming from you, when you cheated on me first, but I never brought it up because although you fucking did break a rule. We are not together so who am I to get angry at you?” You threw your hands up in the hair, before pointing an accusatory finger at him. “Who are you to get angry with me?”

“And they were a good fucking lay, much better than you in every single aspect.” He spits out, angrily putting on his shirt. His words hurt. He was hitting you where it hurts the most and he wasn’t even aware of it. You held his gaze, refusing to break down in front of him.

“Why not ask them instead, why didn’t you go to them tonight instead of coming here?”

He shrugs, looking around your room, focusing on the polaroid pictures you kept on your mirror. Anything was better than looking at you, and the tears pooling in yours in which he undoubtedly was the cause of. But he was hurt too, you let him come over, you let him in and he had given you everything. Poured out his unwarranted feelings into every kiss he left on your body and every pattern he painted onto your skin with his delicate fingertips, just like he always did whenever the two of you got together. He knew he had broken rule number six a long time ago. Back when the two of you were still in high school, when the rules didn’t exist and his crush on you was nothing compared to what he felt for you now. But he was scared of telling you, and it had gotten him nowhere.

His heart still broke just like he feared, and even worse he had broken yours too.

“Maybe I should, this was a mistake. Being with you in the first place was a mistake and I knew it was going to bite me in the ass one day.”

“Get out, I never want to see you again.”

“With pleasure.” Sangyeon turns around and walks out the door. It wasn’t until you heard your front door slam shut that you finally let yourself cry.

You should’ve listened to Kevin.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” Jacob pulls his scarf around his neck. Though, it was February it had snowed last night. The winter clothes that you had slowly started putting away, swiftly made their comeback when you woke up shivering that morning.

You shake your head, stuffing the heart shaped cake you had made for both him and Kevin the day before. Be mine inscribed in sparkly purple store bought icing as per request from Jacob, “It’s Valentine’s Day, you should spend it alone together.” You raise your eyebrows suggestively at the two men in front of you.

Kevin leans forward, one hand on his waist while the other one moves up and flicks your forehead, “get that pretty head of yours out of the gutter, Jacob and I are gonna romantically eat our weight in this beautiful cake you’ve made us, while watching the Bring it On series.”

“I’m trying to get him to realize why the third one is the best.” Jacob says pointedly, bumping his shoulder against his husbands. “Solange Knowles steals the show, but he doesn’t want to admit it.”

Kevin scoffs and turns to face him, “I love you and I love your love for the Knowles family but face it babe the best Bring it On movie is the first one, it sets the precedent for all the other movies.” He finishes painting the picture out with his hands in the air before kissing the others cheek.

You shake your head, silently giving Jacob a knowing look. Of course the third Bring it On was the best one, but you won’t ever say that out loud. At least not with Kevin present, he won’t ever let you live it down. Will go on and on about how both you and Jacob were wrong until he was repeating himself.

“It sounds tempting but I’m going to pass, I have my own date with my couch and heart shaped pizza and -”

“Your vibrator.” Kevin interrupts, raising his eyebrows, smiling smugly at you. The embarrassment taking over your body and rising out of your ears. Jacob rolled his eyes, hitting his husband’s upside the head, and a warning look. Kevin pouted, “What? I’m not wrong, that's what she does every Valentine’s day, I’m just stating the truth.” He complains rubbing the back of his head.

“We’re going to go now.” Jacob places both of his arms on top of Kevin’s shoulders, mouthing a sorry in the process. You brush him off, “the offer still stands, if you get bored you can join us.” He opens the door and pushes his husband through the door frame.

“I’m good, have fun and no Kevin you can’t sleep on my couch after Jacob’s kicked you out again.”

“Wasn’t planning on it, last time, I walked in on you and San -”

Jacob covers his mouth with wide eyes as he continues to push him out of your front door, Kevin shrinks at the realization that he almost slipped. It had been three weeks since you last met him, since he last reached out to you. The only thing you knew of him was that your mom had called you to tell you that he had finally gotten the promotion he had been desiring for almost a year. Doting over him like she always did. It had gotten worse when the two of you showed up hand in hand at New Year’s last year. You were proud of him. You wanted to hug him and celebrate his achievement in every which way you could. But you meant it when you told him that you didn’t want to see him again. You couldn’t trust yourself or your heart when it came to him.

“We love you, call us if you need anything.” Jacob said, sending you a kiss and shutting your front door. You smiled, listening to their bickering out in the hallway, standing there until they were far away and you couldn’t hear them anymore. They were characters, the two of them and even worse when they were together. It was why they were so perfect for one another, they completed one another in every sense of the word and it made you insanely happy, but also sad.

Sometimes you wished, whenever you were alone at night and staring up at your popcorn ceiling that you could have what they had with someone that loved you to the point in which they couldn’t live without you.

It will come, at least that what you told yourself whenever the tears stopped. You just had to be patient.

You were halfway through an episode of the Vampire Diaries, and your fourth slice of pizza when the knocking on your front door sounded. You rolled your eyes, quickly pausing your show and setting down your half eaten pizza slice in the box, before standing up. You obviously weren’t expecting anyone but you figured it was Kevin after getting kicked out again. It was never serious, this game both he and Jacob played. It was some form of twisted foreplay thing they did to keep things interesting. They had explained it to you once when you shared your concern for their relationship. Sometimes you wished you hadn’t asked. You could’ve gone living your life peacefully without knowing the details of their sex life.

“I’m going!” The knocking became more desperate the closer you got to the door, and it confused you. Maybe this wasn’t part of their roleplay fantasies and something had actually happened. It worried you. You could feel it all over your body as you grabbed hold of your doorknob. “Kevin is something wro-” You stopped mid sentence when you swung your door wide open revealing a very drunk and disheveled Sangyeon.

You brought your hand up to your chest, holding onto the necklace his family had given you back in highschool as a graduation present. You never took it off, it brought a sense of comfort whenever you were caught in situations that had your anxiety spiraling out of control. Situations similar to this one.

“What are you doing here?” You step aside to give him room to enter, inviting him in without a shadow of a doubt. You shouldn’t have done that, but the part of you that will always care for him was stronger than the part of you that wanted nothing to do with him.

“We agreed to be together every single holiday season and it’s Valentine’s Day.” He say, his voice slurring slightly at the end, evident that he had consumed more alcohol than what he could handle. “I can’t leave you alone on Valentine’s Day.” He finishes, his voice turning small at the end. He ran a shaking hand through his hair causing it to stand up in different directions as he paced through your living room.

You pressed your hands up to your cheeks, letting the coldness of your palms relieve the heat that had suddenly overtaken your body. “B-But we broke things off, we don’t have to do this anymore.” You drop your hands down and point at him and then at yourself, swallowing the lump that was forming in the back of your throat. “Don’t you have an event at work? What are you doing here?”

Sangyeon looks down, taking his lips in between his teeth, “I didn’t go.” He whispers before raising his head, his eyes welling up with tears as he stuffed his trembling hands into the pocket of his white washed jeans. You swore he didn’t own another pair. “I couldn’t go without you. I-I want to spend Valentine’s Day with you and the rest of upcoming holidays...But I also want to take you out on dates and binge watch shows with you and make love to you and hold you while you sleep. I want to wake up with you in my arms, and kiss you while you’re complaining about morning breath and make you breakfast.” He takes a shuddering deep breath before sitting down on the armrest of your couch, digging his thumb into the palm of his hands. “I just want to be with you forever.” He says, clearing his throat before letting the few tears he had been keeping fall.

“Sangyeon I-” You looked around your living room frantically. Your heart was beating out of your chest. The words that had fallen out of Sanyeon’s lips with ease were the last thing you had expected to ever hear him say. It was everything you had longed to hear him say for almost a year now and you didn’t know how to react. Should you tell him to leave to give you some space to take everything in? Or should you run up to him and kiss with all the love and passion you harbored for him? You were caught at the crossroads. was overwhelming.

Sangyeon scoffed, shaking his head before raising it again, turning his head to focus on your tv, avoiding your eyes. “You don’t have to say anything. I know you don’t feel the same way, I just couldn’t keep it in anymore. I’ve been in love with you since we were kids and I don’t know when you told me that you were seeing someone. I was so angry at myself for never being able to just confess and hurt that I had been too late.”

The air in your lungs caught itself in the back of your throat. You walked towards him quickly crouching down in front of him, taking his hands in yours. “Sangyeon look at me.” You swallowed, placing two of your fingers underneath his chin and guiding his head to face you, finally locking eyes with you. You felt so weak and full of energy, ready to kiss him until the two of you died from lack of air and you wanted to laugh. “We’re so stupid Sangyeon. This entire time I thought you only wanted me for sex while I slowly fell for you and now you’re telling me that you had the hots for me since we were kids...wow.” You smile, swiping your thumb underneath his eyelids wiping away his falling tears. “I’ve loved for a long time. I don’t know when I started to love you. Just that when I realized it I couldn’t stop.”

“‘I’m sorry.” He hiccups, his fingers wrapping around your wrist. “I’m sorry for what I did at your brother’s reception, but I swear on my grave that nothing happened between us. They were drunk so I called them an uber and walked them to their ride when it arrived.” He confesses, leaning down and circling his arms around your waist, guiding you to stand up.

He rests his forehead against your stomach sighing. “There’s never been anyone else for me other than you. You make me feel so stupid and frustrated sometimes. I know I shouldn’t have said the things I did that night, like you said I had no right to bud into your love life and being angry is no excuse but I was scared of losing you.” He looks up, his bright eyes pleading. “I’m still scared of losing you.”

You sniffle, bringing your hand up to his head, letting your fingers thread through his already messy hair, “I’m sorry too for lying. Clearly I had no plans.” You laugh lightly, pointing around your living room. “I had somehow convinced myself that lying about seeing someone else would be an easier way to end things, but it hurt so much seeing you leave knowing that there was a possibility I would never see you again.”

Sangyeon laughs, his shoulders shaking gently before he leaves a chaste kiss against your clothed stomach. “Honestly, that would be impossible, we’ve been practically married since the minute we entered this world.” He stands up, towering a couple inches over you, “If I hadn’t come tonight our moms would have forced us to talk sooner or later, I just got a little too drunk and beat them to it.” He presses a kiss against your head before pulling you into a tight hug, sighing happily. “I never want to be without you.”

You nod against his chest, “Will you remember this tomorrow?” It was a thought that had been running through your mind since his confession hit you full force knocking the wind out of your body. Though the few times you had a drunk Sangyeon in your presence he remembered every single tiny detail the next day. This was just your fear taking full charge at the thought of him waking up next to you confused, and walking out again.

He hummed, smoothing his hands down your back. “I’ll write everything that happened down and in detail. I’ll even describe the look on your face when I told you that I loved you. Which by the way have I told you that I love you...a lot.” He teased, leaning back and wiggling his brows.

You leave a light kiss on his chin before pulling away, unraveling his arms from your body. “I love you too.” You walked around him and sat on the couch picking up the remote. “Want to join me?” You tilt your head, your thumb hovering over the play button.

Sangyeon pouts slightly, copying your movements and sitting down next to you. “I haven’t asked you to be my official girlfriend yet.”

“Ask me in the morning, I want you to ask me when you’re sober.” You smile, kissing his lips lightly and wrapping your arm around his waist, leaning your head against his chest.

He makes a sound of approval, placing his arm around your shoulder, “Okay but I have another confession before you press play.”

“What is it?” You press your cheek against his chest before looking up at him confused.

“I already watched this episode, Elena and Damon get into a fight.”

“Don’t they always.”

“Yeah but I don’t want to watch it again.”

You shrug and press play, “Unfortunately, you have infiltrated my Valentine’s Day plans so you’re stuck watching.”

“I did it in the name of love.” He groans, shifting and pulling one of your legs over his lap, holding you closer, as the snarky remarks between the two characters start, sounding loudly through the speakers he had helped install when you first moved into your place three years ago. He almost told you he loved you that day, but then you had put an ice cube down his back and his mind instantly started thinking of ways to get his revenge. His confession hiding away again.

But now it was out in the open and finally he could love you the way he knew he could. The way you deserved.

“And I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

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wandsandwheezes · 3 years

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Fake It | Weasley Twins | CH3

one // two

Warnings | 18+ SMUT, mature themes, fake relationships, secret relationships, love, sex, drama, angst, fluff.

Summary // Fred Weasley has been set up to publicly date Y/N, London’s best Quidditch Seeker in order to drum up some publicity. Y/N however has a different ginger man on her mind; George Weasley.

A/N // Just a quick one to say a massive thank you for the 800 of you have chosen to follow me and my work! I’m absolutely over the moon and once again I am filled with so many emotions that I don’t know how to process, so once again thank you, frim the bottom of my heart 💕

You were gasping for air, begging to have a moment to let out your sultry moans as the power of your orgasm washed over you. After a gentle shower together earlier, George pulled his old Gryffindor sweater on you, and it lit a fire inside him that was fuelling high, after high, after high, fucking his girl possessively into his sweater, until you were an absolute mess for him. Only when the garment had served its purpose did it come off again. These were the things George wished he could brag about to his mates, he wished he could quip back when they were talking about how good their sex life was, he wanted to be able to boast about his ability to make you cum over and over again for him. But a part of him was glad he could keep that a secret because he didn't want anyone else picturing your sweet little moans other than him.

The rise and fall of both of your chests as you lay in George's arms, naked skin pressed against each other. Your eyes were still glazed over, still blissed out as you traced small circles on his chest. His large hand rubbing up and down your back soothingly, as he mumbled soft words of praise as his lips pressed into your hair. "You did so good for me princess, Such a good girl for me, what can I get for you? Tea, water, a snack?"

You pulled him closer, leg still wrapped around his as you did. He was the one who was good to you, this was the intimate side of George that nobody else saw, It made you feel special, unlike you'd ever felt before. "Can we have tea, baby?" he hummed simply, moving to go make it, you whined wanting to pull him closer. "Take me with you." you pouted, making grabby hands at him, he rolled his eyes, still smiling at how needy you could be, as he went to pick you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around him as you sat attached to his hip.

"Cherry says I have to kiss Fred at the launch." you mumbled, as you heard him flick the kettle on. He sat you up on the counter as he looked at you with all seriousness. "You don't have to do anything you aren't ready to do." he stated it so quickly, turning around to grab some mugs from the cupboard and place them by the kettle. When he faced you again his hands were on your thighs, he caught your lips in a sweet kiss, hoping to brighten your spirits.

"She's your publicist, not a dictator. You're your own person, baby, You set the boundaries." He was so understanding, because he knew there was nothing he could do about the fake relationship between his brother and yourself. It was the one thing out of his control and he'd learned to let it go. He was resting his forehead against yours, just staring into your eyes lovingly, no words needed between the two of you as he waited for the water to boil. He made the tea for you both, carrying the cups upstairs, following behind you as he marvelled at how classic abs beautiful it was to see you walk up the stairs while naked.

Like usual, George woke up early for his shift at the store, today however he climbed back into bed, fully suited and booted for the day, to give you a kiss and a cuddle goodbye. You grumbled as he tried to pull away, "Please stay, Daddy, I need more kisses." he groaned, flipping you over so he could pin your shoulders to the bed, his hair hung in front of his eyes, blocking you from staring into his darkening eyes. "Baby girl, if I wasn't late I'd be ravishing you right now." your fingers pushed through his long hair, pushing it out of his face with a cheeky smile, keeping his head in your hands so you could pepper kisses over his face. "Just your fingers quickly, daddy, please" your hips were bucking up, hoping to catch some release. He contemplated it, one of his hands leaving your shoulder so that his fingertips could trail softly over your hip, ghosting millimetres over your clit, before plunging his first two fingers inside you slowly, using a scissoring motion to stretch you out as he felt the inside of your already dripping cunt, your hips were now bucking against his fingers, trying to chase a release, just as soon as he'd started he was pulling away completely from you, getting up off the bed, suckling his fingers into his mouth. "You taste amazing, I want that cunt dripping for me when I'm home, understand?" you nodded eagerly as pressed a kiss to your swollen lips before apparating to the shop with a fast pop, leaving his tired and needy girl splayed out on his bed.

After sneaking in a small nap, you awoke to get ready for your day, searching through your bag to find the day's outfit. As you squat down, you realise just how sore your thighs are, you were unsure if that was due to a piss poor stretch after last night's training or the last few evenings with George, you laughed to yourself as you pulled your fresh clothes on. You text George, after making the bed, smiling at the love he always showed you.

<< My thighs hurt today :(( x

>> I'll pick up some gel from the quidditch shop if you want x

>> on the condition that you let me massage it in later ;) x

<< you're a tease, Georgie, I'll be fine x

>> you're a stubborn git, I'll buy you some anyway x

You took the short walk from George's house to Diagon Alley, the slightly bitter wind ripped past your eyes, but the heat of the gleaming sun made it that little warmer. You text Fred to let him know you were on your way.

<< I'm not too far away, still up for Coffee? Meet me there x

As soon as you'd walked through the entrance at the leaky cauldron, reporters were on your toes, "What are your plans today, Miss L/N?" you smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Can we expect any more kisses from you and Fred?" You Ignored them all as you took the short walk straight towards the coffee shop.

Inside Fred's office, the man was just pulling on his coat when George stood in the doorway. "I have a preposition, Freddie." the older twin nodded, waving his hand to allow his brother in, George shutting the door behind him. "I've been thinking about what you said the other day about swapping and I think it would be cool, you know If you wanted to." George was awkwardly scratching behind his neck, eyes trailing to the floor. "I don't know George, I don't think you'd be able to handle the cameras and the couple thing," George huffed a little, "At least just let me give it a try, what about the product launch this weekend."

Fred squinted his eyes, thinking for a few moments, "I see what you're doing." he stated, George cocked his head to the side in confusion, stuffing his hands into his pockets, "You do?" Fred's chuckle filled the room, "I can read you like a book George, you want a taste of that relationship life, I get it, it sure is lonely with just your hand." The younger of the two was really biting his tongue to stop himself from spilling six years of secrets. His hands clenching a little in his pockets little, but Fred continued, "I'm off on my date, either way, I think If I butter her up correctly, It won't just be my hand I have to use tonight." Fred was still laughing as he left the office, leaving the door ajar as he swiftly made his way out of the shop.

George was seething, He didn't often have problems with his anger but today was an exception, He muttered to one of the workers that he would be found in his office for emergency only, slamming the door so loud behind him that the clap reverberated through the whole shop, sending the chatter into complete silence for the moment before the laughter erupted again.

Fred saw you outside the coffee shop, his hand pressed to your lower back as he pulled you into a hug. Cherry insisted that at least once a week there would be a public date that would allow for some publicity, you decided on the coffee shop more often than not because it was a simple way of of showing the press that you did indeed meet outside of press events and helped to give some form of validity to your fake relationship, he pressed a kiss to your temple as you both waited in line, something that was sure to be captured replayed over and over in at least one magazine or paper tomorrow.

While you and Fred were laughing over coffee and a shared piece of cake, George was replaying the conversation with Fred over and over in his head. He’d ripped up the order forms, the pieces of paper scattered all over the floor, but quite frankly he couldn’t give a fuck, even if the world right now was ending he’d still be focused on the words that spilt so easily from Fred’s lips. It made him sick to his stomach that his twin simply found you to be so easy that you’d give in with a little persuasion, sure if it was George doing the persuading it wouldn’t take more than a kiss and a look, but with anyone else surely you weren't ready to just sink to your knees and give it all up. George was tapping away furiously on his phone, letting you know exactly how he felt.

“So, how’s training going?” Fred asked, bringing the coffee mug up to his lips, He’d already scraped all of the cream off of the top and was ready to sip on the sweet caramel latte, Fred’s drink choices were a far cry from what George drank, the one time he’d tried a bit of your festive latte some years ago, he promised to never drink one again, sticking to his simple americanos and teas. Fred however, liked to sweeten up his drinks, especially as it drew into winter, you remember a little blush on his cheeks at the irony of the ginger boy asking for a gingerbread latte. You responded to his question with a small shake of your head and a exhaling laugh, “It’s tough, coach works us hard as always, It’s like Oliver and Hooch combined into one - no rest.” he laughs, shaking the image from his thought “I don’t want to think of anything that puts Wood and Hooch in the same person.” you began to laugh with him, your fingers circling over the rim of the coffee cup. Your phone began to buzz, the first one you ignored, but when they kept coming, you picked it up, looking at the messages.

>> I’m fucking fuming right now, Y/N

>> I wish you were here bouncing on my cock with the door wide open for all of the shop to hear

>> You better call your coach and tell her you won’t be going to practice because you’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow.

>> you’re nothing but a good, pretty little slut for me, aren’t you?

You had to choke down the lump in your throat as you read the messages that were pouring in, getting more and more vulgar as they came. You had absolutely no idea quite what had gotten into George, but nevertheless it made you ache for him. Your stomach felt like it was doing somersaults as you read the latest one.

>> I’m gonna send you to heaven and back, princess.

>> Remember what I said this morning, I want you to keep that cunt soaked for me.

You put your phone face down onto the table, taking a deep breath. “Hello… Earth to Y/N?” your eyes snapped up to the man in front of you, seeing Fred waving his hand in front of your face with a laugh. “You okay, love?” You were blinking so slowly, internalising the messages George had sent you, a thousand images of his hands running all over your body, the sounds of harmonising breaths and the feel of open-mouthed kisses against intimate areas of skin. You were squeezing your thighs together out of habit and out of a need for some friction, your mouth had gone completely dry as you tried to croak out a response to Fred. “Oh, yeah, I’m okay Freddie.”

“What was sending your phone off like that?” he questioned, you weren't sure how to tell the curious boy in front of you that his twin brother was telling his girlfriend in detail how he wanted to absolutely rail her, instead opting for a more simple to explain response, “Oh, It’s just Cherry sending outfit ideas for the launch this weekend, you know how she gets…” he nodded in agreement, his hand reaching across the table to hold yours, It was a sweet gesture but something that felt too foreign to be comfortable. “Shall we head back? You offered, spooning the last piece of the cake into your mouth, Fred nodded.

When you entered the shop, it was too quiet for comfort, you smiled at one of the workers politely as you looked around for any sign of George. When you realised he was nowhere to be seen your eyes settled on Fred who was now shrugging off his jacket, he sighed, as he looked back at you, seeing you lost in your own thoughts once again. His long strides brought him to you quickly, his hands were placed on your shoulders as he stood in front of you. His grip wasn't like your lover's, it was icy and vice-like and for the second time today discomfort fell to the pit of your stomach, It was only when he tilted your chin up and was leaning in that you felt like the coffee and cake that you had eaten was coming back up. Your limbs were forcing you away from the situation as if your fight or flight had just kicked in and suddenly, any ease you once felt around Fred had diminished.

“Jesus, Y/N, what’s so repulsive about me that you can’t even kiss me!” He was speaking quietly, not wanting to cause a scene, his eyes were glazed over with a sadness you had only seen during the war, he took a deep breath before choking out. “You’re supposed to be my girlfriend.” His words hit you like a tonne of bricks, the whole situation felt like a car out of control and suddenly you were in the driver’s seat, there was absolutely nothing you could do to stop it, you were waiting for the inevitable crash and burn.

“But I’m not, am I Freddie?” the nickname you gave him suddenly felt like a dagger straight to the chest, or like a chokehold. He’d been winded, because he realised as he watched you storm out of the shop, that the relationship he had with her was simply a show and he was dumb enough to fall for the ruse. Fred was in love with you.

///TO BE CONTINUED/// chapter four >>>>

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torikengel · 4 years

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Thomas Hewitt x Reader (Part 6)

The dinner was tranquil as Hoyt stared you down every second. You didn’t dare to make a sound, not even to refuse the meat. You were too scared, so you just made yourself think of it as a beef stew and ate.

Hoyt definitely had pleasure in making you uncomfortable as he made sexual remarks, and then when you finished eating, he gave you more of the meat.

“Thank you, Mr. Hoyt.” You stuttered nervously as you looked at your plate, your eyes wide. Even if it wasn’t human meat, you would never be able to eat so much. “But I am already full…” you said with a quiet and terrified voice.

Hoyt frowned at you and smashed his fist onto the table. You yelped and held your breath. “I should really teach ya some manners, missy.” He grabbed your hand and forced you to stand up. “No, no, no… please let me go.” You stammered with tears in your eyes.

Hoyt started dragging you upstairs to his room.

“Charlie, you didn’t even finish your dinner!” Luda shouted at him, seemingly angry.

Suddenly, Thomas stood up. He was mad.

He growled at Hoyt and walked towards him. When he was close enough, he snatched you away from him, and you decided to hide behind his big frame. “Ahh, Tommy boy, what’s got into ya? Don’t you forget that family comes first!” he snarled; however, there was fear in his eyes. He knew that Thomas is way stronger than him.

Thomas growled even louder. You realized that you could disappear as nothing was holding you, so you checked for the door.

“Look, that bitch is looking for an exit! She doesn’t like you! Are you really that stupid, Tommy?” Hoyt smirked.

Thomas looked at you with a pained expression, but you shook your head and grabbed his hand. “Don’t listen to him, Thomas...” you cried out.

Thomas didn’t know what to do. He was used to obeying all of Hoyt’s commands. Never in his life, he thought that he would do something against his uncle’s will. He scanned you with his beautiful blue eyes and then did the same with Hoyt.

Now, when Thomas looked at Hoyt, he just saw all the pain he’s been through. However, when he looked at you, he could see his dreams.

He didn’t make any other sounds to make his point. He just held your hand as tightly as he could and took you upstairs while staring down at Hoyt, who seemingly gave up for now.

Luda just stood in place, frozen. She didn’t dare to talk to Hoyt when he was angry.

He saved you, yet again. Even though you were looking for an opening to escape. You began feeling guilty about wanting your freedom. Thomas just left you in the room by yourself.

“Why me...” tears streamed down your cheeks. You honestly wished he would get rid of you on the first day. You sat on the floor and continued crying until you passed out on the floor.

Thomas was in the basement, rethinking the whole situation. He knew this would have terrible consequences for him because Hoyt wouldn’t give up that easily. After a few hours, he decided to check on you, and he found you in an awkward position, sleeping on the floor.

You had such an innocent face... so beautiful. There was a reddish tint to your skin from all the crying, and Thomas thought it was adorable. He didn’t understand his feelings at all. His instincts and what he was taught were telling him to kill you and get back to his routine. Providing for his family, listening to Hoyt.

His heart, though, something he didn’t understand, something that was sealed away since his childhood was telling him to keep you safe. He lifted you off of the floor and put you on the bed. He got scared when you turned to the side, but you kept sleeping.

He gently caressed your cheek and pushed away a few strands of your hair to see your whole face.

When you woke up, it was already late morning. You wanted to think that it was all a dream, but then you realized you are still in a stranger’s room with a cuff around your ankle. But there was something different about it... right; you were on the bed. You remembered yesterday too clearly, and you were certain that you fell asleep on the floor.

You sat up on the bed and looked around you. Something on the nightstand caught your attention; there was a cup of tea, some kind of baked goods, and a small flower.

Did he? An apology for the dinner? Your heart was racing as you felt the tingling in your stomach again. You felt the heat in your cheeks; you were blushing.

But why... did you actually... like him? No, you were definitely just startled by everything you told yourself.

“Come on, he’s a killer... a cannibal...” you whispered to yourself to remind yourself of the fact. After hesitating for a bit, you decided to inspect the flower. It was small, definitely something he found outside in the fields, to you it was the most beautiful flower you’ve ever seen. It reminded you of nature outside, of your freedom. You wondered if you will ever step outside on the grass again if you will be able to run through the fields freely.

It pained your heart, as it gave you the taste of something you might never get, so you put it back on the nightstand.

You weren’t that hungry, but you appreciated the tea to wash away the bitter taste in your mouth. You still had your needs and felt anxious to ask to visit a bathroom, it wasn't very comfortable, plus if you shouted, it could be Hoyt who would answer you.

Everything felt so surreal.

You stepped out of bed to stretch yourself. Then you noticed your suitcase on the floor. Well, when would be a better time to reflect on my past, you thought for yourself as you opened it and rummaged through your stuff. You had more clothes there, stuff for your basic hygiene, and then some pens, papers, and notebooks if you needed them. Plus, a small diary where you sometimes wrote your thoughts. Well, this definitely didn’t help your situation as it only served as a reminder of your life back home.

You just sat down and blankly stared at the ceiling, trying to get rid of the intrusive thoughts.

Footsteps close to the door brought you back into reality. You glanced at the door to see Thomas. He wasn’t pleased about you not eating breakfast, but he didn’t want to push you to do anything you didn’t want to.

“Good morning... or noon.” You said to Thomas as your sight was focused on his eyes. The mask and bloody apron still kind of creeped you out, but his eyes... those made you feel safe.

“Can I please use the bathroom? Or… well, can I please use the bathroom every morning to brush my teeth and everything?” you stuttered nervously. Thomas just nodded; he was still thinking about what happened with Hoyt.

When you came back, all cleaned up, you sat back on the bed, waiting for Thomas to cuff you again. “Oh, and thank you for the flower, I am happy that I could get closer to nature again…I love fresh air.”

Thomas looked at you, lost in thought. He wanted to do something for you because he felt bad for what you were going through. He let you stay uncuffed in the room for a while, and then returned with regular police handcuffs.

Thomas pointed at the window and grunted. “You would take me outside?” you asked, surprised. Thomas nodded and offered you the handcuff. You let him cuff your hand while he cuffed his. Now he could take you out without worrying about you running away.

“Is Hoyt still in the house… I know he is your family, but I am a bit scared of him…” you murmured, trying not to sound rude. Thomas shook his hand as he led you out of the room. You could hear the sounds of pots and pans making noise in the kitchen and voices from the TV. That meant both Luda and Monty were in the house. You looked around, carefully remembering each detail about this house. One day, maybe you would be able to get out, you thought for yourself.

Thomas led you out of the front door and into the fields around the Hewitt residence. “Wow, your house is beautiful and huge.” You gasped in amazement. You deeply inhaled the fresh air that enveloped you and closed your eyes.

Thomas was mesmerized by your beautiful features in the sun. He felt his heart skip, and he was… content, maybe even happy.

“Thank you so much for everything. I know you don’t have to do this… maybe you will get in trouble for it…” you clung to his muscular arm. “It’s beautiful here.” You cheerfully exclaimed.

Thomas used his uncuffed hand to caress your beautiful, silky hair. The way you thanked him…how you talked to him and touched him. He couldn’t believe it, he never knew that he could have something like this, but now you gave it to him. You made him feel like a human being.

This moment made you completely forget about your position as a victim. You kind of felt like it was a date or something. You looked at Thomas but looked back into the field when you realized he was looking at you too, and your eyes met for a bright moment. The tingling in your stomach intensified, and you felt like an inexperienced kid that held her crush’s hand for the first time. What you didn’t really realize was that this was exactly it for Thomas.

Thomas’s first holding hands with a girl, first hug, the first kiss… you gave him so much in these few days. Experiencing happiness for the first time in so many years. He didn’t know what dating was, what friendship or love was, but he knew he felt different about you. He saw many pretty girls in his life, those girls that became food, but you were completely different.

You were standing together in the field, letting the hot sun trail on your skin, it was so warm and comfortable. And you were finally outside after many days of your… well imprisonment.

But you were grateful… grateful that he spared your life because, in the end, you wanted to experience so much more in your lifetime.

“Thomas… do you have any dreams?” you asked him as you looked at the sky. Thomas wasn’t sure, but he nodded. “I do too. Maybe someday I can achieve them all.” You reached your free hand to the sky. Thomas’s expression saddened. He knew that he could never do that.

You sensed the change of his aura. “You can do anything you wish for, Tommy. I believe that… I know that.” You smiled and looked at him. He thought you might be mocking him, but then he saw your gentle smile, maybe if you believed that… he could start believing too?

He touched his face, well mask, and readjusted it while growling. He hated his face so much; it was the beginning of all his misfortune.

“Appearance doesn’t matter. You are beautiful in your own way Thomas. The people that mocked you are ugly. They deserve all the worst…” you noticed how uncomfortable he became when he touched the mask.

That was the last straw for him, enough. He knew it, he knew that you were lying, you had to be. If you saw his face, you would scream, and a disgusted expression would make its way onto your face. He suddenly turned to you, and then… he took it off. He wanted to end it. If he let you see, you would finally give him the reaction he expected from the very beginning of everyone. You would finally hate him, hate touching him, hate being with him… but he didn’t want you to give him false hopes and dreams. It was now or never.

You gasped, startled by his sudden movement and action. “Tommy…” you inspected his now bare face. His most vulnerable state. It was scarred, his nose was almost gone too. But you didn’t find it ugly or disgusting. His face to you was strangely appealing. It just added to his big stature and muscular appearance. He was intriguing, handsome in a way…

You raised your hand to cup his cheek. “See, I was right when I told you…” you whispered and smiled at him.

He was shocked. His eyes wide open, piercing you. But at the same time, a big weight was lifted off his chest… he was stoked. You didn’t panic or scream, didn’t gag, you didn’t show signs of disgust. He put his hand onto yours… this was the first time he let anyone touch his bare face.

“You are handsome, Tommy.” You weren’t sure if it was a lie to make him feel better, or if you actually meant it… but you said with such honesty and comfort in your voice, it surprised you.

And then you saw it, tears in Thomas’s eyes, and before you knew it, you cried too. This whole situation didn’t make any sense to you, but you honestly felt like you experienced every Thomas’s emotion.

“Come closer to me…” you whispered. Thomas hesitantly complied, he was so scared because of how vulnerable and exposed he was in front of you. He felt like that little bullied boy again… especially when he leaned towards you because you could see his disgusting face up close.

“Close your eyes, Tommy…” you said as you gently caressed his cheek. He did as you said and then felt your warm lips press against his. He melted into the kiss as he held you closer to him. Maybe you were right, his dreams could become true someday.

a/n: omg thank you for all the love and support you give me on my story <3 so, you and Tommy are getting closer... let’s just hope nothing bad happens now 3:)

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lazyevaluationranch · 4 years

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I was wondering if you would be willing to share the titles of your resilience-inspiring lesbian farm books? My google search led me to a book titled “Attack of the Lesbian Farmers” which, while certainly inspiring, is not exactly what I was looking for.

Here are two very different books in the Farm Lesbians Write Honestly About What Went Wrong And How They Got Through It genre. Hopefully at least one is to your taste.

It's nearly fifty years old now, and can be hard to find, but Country Women: A Handbook for the New Farmer is deeply important to me. Country Women was a black and white xeroxed magazine written by a collective of woman-run farms in California in the 1960s. (There are some issues scanned at the Lesbian Poetry Archive). Each issue was half articles about feminism and half articles about small-scale farming. In the 1970s, the how-to articles on farming were expanded and organized to make the book, along with some scattered journal entries, lovely hippie-style line drawings and poetry about wood splitting, bees, and gazing at one's beloved while fixing the tractor on a summer day. The contributors have names like Jean and Ruth Mountaingrove, Ellen Chanterelle, and Sam♀ Thomas.

It's written in an informal and pragmatic style, mostly organic hippie farming, but using pesticides or conventional medications when necessary.

This afternoon the Anderson brothers began teaching me how to graft fruit trees - the careful joining of life with life. Even more than I loved gaining a new skill, I loved learning from two old men who have so very much to teach me. I admire the audacity of eighty-three-year-old men setting grafts that will not bear fruit for years: the total involvement in a process they love. Those trees will stand and live; I doubt whether Jake or Fred even stop to wonder if they'll pick the fruit. I want to live my life with that kind of harmony and purpose. I want to be planting seeds the day I die.

The first lamb was born today. Premature and dead. Olivia, the mother, seems to be all right though. I had a dream a few weeks ago that the lambs were born tiny (like mice) and pink. And that I struggled to save them, but they were too small to feed. The lamb today was small and pink, its fleece plastered against its body, thin and sparse. For a moment it was nightmareishly like my dream... This is my first animal death. The beginning of a long cycle. It seems even harder to have death come before life, than to have an old one die giving birth. Hopes for the future stillborn.

Driving home today, I suddenly realized that this really is going to be a sheep ranch, that I have done, and am doing, and will do it. That I'm making my livelihood from the land. The canyon is fenced now. There are sheep out there on pastures that were open hillsides two years ago.

The very act of building this place, the simple actions of tamping dirt, stretching wire, dumping hay in feeders, has profoundly changed my sense of self. I'm doing things I never dreamed I could do, and I'm doing them easily without even considering whether I really can. Last night I was talking with Susan about fencing the front meadow for feeder calves, and I realized that I could say that realistically, no fantasizing, no bragging: I can fence the front meadow as soon as I get done with the hay barn and get a little more money.

Like almost every other farmer in America today, I'm in debt and hoping for a good season. I'm only at the beginning now, and I know there are many struggles to come and overcome and come again: Someday I too, like my neighbours, will be counting carcasses killed by a marauding dog or watching the spring oats be wash away in an "unheard of" late storm. No matter how prepared I am, there us always that vulnerability - to the weather, other animals, disease - that seems to strike when things are finally going smoothly. But inside me there is also this incredible joy: This life is real and good, and it has made me strong and real and good too.

I gotta stop or I'll type the whole book into this post. One more:

My father is here this week ... working on the truck whose engine has been alien to me. I am learning now what I could have learned at 7, 11, 15. Beneath my truck, side by side, lie his seven-year-old son and his twenty-five-year-old daughter, both of us learning for the first time how bearings fit together, how to remove pistons. And here beneath this truck the patriarchy stops: he has passed his knowledge to his daughter, and from me it will pass to sisters, from sister to sister to sister.

That's this book. The things women weren't supposed to know in the sixties. They found people to teach them; they taught each other; they learned through bitter loss. The book says: we have gone before you and you are not alone. Here is what we have learned, and here is how we have learned it. We have failed, and we have wept, and we have gotten up and gone on, and it was alright. Here is the fire, passed from hand to hand to hand. Here is the light that will never be put out.

The week after we first got goats, we received a package in the mail from my coolest relative, a veterinarian who was the first woman to graduate with a specialization in large animal medicine at her school. People thought that women just weren't physically capable of handling large animals. (Hint: the bull weights 1100 kilograms. It doesn't much matter if the veterinarian weighs 50 kilograms or 150 kilograms.) I remember staying with her a child, in summer, laying on the stainless steel operating table in the barn; it always felt cool when the heat was unbearable.

The package, of course, contained Country Women. An old well-loved copy, with notes on long-ago calving dates penciled in the margins, and random scraps of paper with sketches of possible gardens and goat sheds as bookmarks. A light passed from hand to hand, a light that will not go out. It was like receiving a video game quest artifact.

Country Women is rooted in second wave feminism, which is not everyone's cup of tea. For something more modern and story-focussed, consider Hit By A Farm or Sheepish by Catherine Friend. These are collections of short, funny autobiographical essays about farming and relationships. Their tone is honest and wry, self-deprecating. You can see Catherine Friend's blog here and decide if you like her writing style. She wanted to call Hit By A Farm "Sheep Sex and Other Disasters" but her editor didn't think it would sell.

In Hit By A Farm, Catherine - a professional writer - goes along with her partner Melissa's lifelong desire to ranch sheep, and describes the results from the perspective of the slightly reluctant farmer's wife as they start a farm in Minnesota. Sheepish is written fifteen years later, when they're thinking about quitting the farm, after all the shiny newness of farming and the relationship has worn off. There are different mistakes then, different sorrows, and new joys.

From Sheepish:

We rarely pay attention to middles. Perhaps we ignore them because they're problematic. The middles of our beds often sag. The middles of our bodies sag. The middle of a long story told by your brother-in-law is likely to sag, and so you'll need another beer to stay focused. Everyone needs a reason to keep going when they're in the middle.

And:

Don't expect a farm to fix your life, for once the romance dims, you must still muck out the barn and stack hay bales and give that sick goat an enema...Although there are tons of stories about starting something new, there just aren't that many about how to keep doing something, about how to slog through the middle when the going gets tough.

The quotes are all from Sheepish; I can't find our copy of Hit By A Farm:

My spinning wheel continues to torture and confound me. I realize I'm not interested enough in the craft to really commit to learning it. After a few more tries, I tuck the wheel into a corner of our living room and turn it into what Melissa likes to call a Dust Accumulation Research Project. Clearly our wool market will continue to be the wildly unlucrative wholesale warehouse.

The patron saint of spinners is, interestingly enough, Saint Catherine. She was a Christian martyr in Alexandria. In 307 AD, she was condemned to be torn apart by the spokes of the wheel.

Well. No wonder.

Spoiler: things get pretty rough, there’s illness and hard winters and financial issues, but they do not, in fact, give up the farm or each other.

The book says: We made it. You will too.

#the-revolution-will-be-feminized

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octalove · 4 years

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VIII: Struck by Lightning

(Batgirl/Red Hood)

Description: Reader makes a confession, and goes on a date. Previous.

TW: Brief mention of gore (just blood)

In the weeks succeeding the Little Italy mission, I found a rhythm in the two conflicting heartbeats of my life. Occasionally, I met with Jason to file down the multitude of criminals who opposed him (it wasn’t all rescuing orphans and kittens, but his justice was fair and swift), and other than that, I carried on with life as normal; both as myself, and Batgirl. It was an inconsistent, exciting balancing act.

I tried to humor Bruce’s transparent attempts to placate me with cold cases, deeming it study. My school work had unsurprisingly lost its appeal, and I found myself rocking in the river banks of what was sure to be a failing grade in most of my classes- though I had yet to run ashore. Yet.

I danced along, despite my reprisal (a lack of sleep, and white lies on either side), and overall there was a certain stalemate. With that, peace. Or at least, the closest I could get.

On a Saturday I happened to have free (to my great relief), I woke up at one in the afternoon, to a blessedly dim day that kept the light in my room dark enough to cradle my lie-in.

I washed the sleep from my face, and stumbled downstairs, muscles sore from a Thursday night mission with Jason at the Port (of which I told my family I was going to a party). Tim was the only one in the kitchen- looking like he, too, had just crawled out of bed. He was eating cereal in silence.

We hadn’t been avoiding each other, per say- just got wrapped up in our own routines. Routines that kept me out of the house, and him trapped within it.

“Morning.” I said.

“Mm.” He replied.

I poured out my own bowl of cereal and settled on top of the glossy white granite. It was kind of a running joke at the Wayne household that you could sit anywhere but the chairs. Even Damian picked up on it- and, naturally, he was the best at it- perching his lithe little form atop the fridge at one point.

Now, Tim and I sat side by side on the countertop, shoulders brushing and spoons clanging against our glass bowls. Nothing more was said, but it was a comfortable silence.

I thought, for a second, about the world he’d been living in for the past few months as November bled into December. About his work and his many, many jobs he had to do. The way he shouldered them all week-to-week. He didn’t have to, but he did.

Tim made me a better person. I thought so, anyway.

But then, before I met him, I was the kind of person who let Carolyn Crawford slap me across the face to cover for someone else’s secret. Now, I was the kind who let other people take the blame for mine. Maybe Tim didn’t make me a better person. Only I could do that.

“I need to talk to you.” I said it firmly, and with authority. Mostly to convince myself that I was certain in my intention to go through with it. Bruce eyed me, looking up from his book.

“Alright.”

“...”

“In private.”

Alfred and Damian’s voices carried through to the living room as they had tea (an evening tradition). Bruce nodded, closed his book, and led me upstairs.

His office was a quiet, peaceful place. Finished dark wood, glass tables, and black leather accents. It was the room in the house that was most furnished to his own private taste, and thus, a glimpse inside was into him. It was mostly predictable; W.E. briefcases, notebooks and pens, case files open, and a map of the city that was displayed behind his desk. But there were other things too; a rubik’s cube half solved on the settee, a magazine featuring Vicki Vale with a pen in her hand and a defiant, head-strong look on her face. A gorgeous trailing point knife that belonged to Damian (probably confiscated).

I sat down in the chair that faced his own; his giant, glossy desk between us. I wanted to be swallowed into the dark leather. I felt like I was back at the shrink.

“Tim didn’t sneak off on the 21st.” I said quickly, cutting off the silence as quickly as I could. “He’s not the one who saw Red Hood kill that guy. It was me. I made Tim promise not to tell. He lied to cover for me.”

Bruce was quiet. He did that a lot; made you wait for him to speak. Seconds, minutes, hours. It all felt the same when he let you simmer in your own mistakes. I didn’t look up.

“I see.”

Silence. A long, testing silence. His irritating little desk clock ticked away.

“Is that all you wanted to tell me?” He asked.

I nodded.

“Very well. You’re dismissed.”

“Really?” I asked. “That’s it? You’re not mad?”

He paused. “Should I be?”

I blinked, gaze falling on the floor. “I put Tim in a really shitty position. He didn’t have to lie, but he did because I asked him to. I’m mad at me.” I admitted quietly.

Bruce nodded pedantically, resting his head on his hand. “Then that’s good enough for me.”

I furrowed my brow. It wasn’t good enough for me. “It was wrong.” I clarified, trying to press for some manner of reprimand that I didn’t truly want, but felt deserving of anyway. Bruce considered this, in his quiet, inscrutable way. After a moment, he spoke.

“Your mothers trusted me.” He said. I knew that. My parents were business-oriented like that. They were pulled together by happenstance, each without family and carving their own way in the world by studying international law, and applying it to companies who could afford private foreign trade, such as Wayne Enterprises. I attended the parties, the galas, standing around in my designer gowns while my moms handed out their business cards and talked about imports. They weren’t neglectful, just distracted.

“I don’t know if you remember-“

“I do.”

And if I had a dollar for every time the cops or the shrink asked me if I remembered that night, I’d buy my own manor.

Bruce Wayne was at my birth. He and my mothers had been business partners for a while by that time. He watched me, dutifully, when my parents went on date nights, and played catch with me when I accompanied him and Dick to the park. He cooked me breakfast the morning after my mothers died.

I knew it wasn’t a random killing, but he didn’t talk about why they were murdered in their own bed until I was fifteen. By then, I was knowledgeable enough to go searching through the police reports on my own. So instead, one night he’d sat me down at the kitchen table, looking at me earnestly.

“You have to understand, Y/N. Your mothers were...” He’d taken a deep breath. Tried again. “They were involved in things. Things I didn’t know about. It made them a lot of enemies.” Then, something harder passed his features. A frustration.

“They were completely blind to the fact that it meant you would never have a normal life. Not as long as they kept it up- that... double life.” I let the statement hang in the air for a time. “That was stolen from you, from the moment they got involved with the Baciu. And I’m sorry.”

It was easy to be sorry. I was sorry, too. My mothers got themselves tangled in Gotham’s heroin trade, and they weren’t careful enough, so they died for it. It was fairly cut and dry. Open file, close case. But the part that was so bitter to swallow was that it happened to me. A fourteen-year-old child creeping into my mothers’ bed because I’d heard a noise, and the re-runs of Ghost Hunter I’d religiously consumed were conjuring movement in the shadows. But there were no ghosts. Just sheets stained with blood that looked black in the darkness. Just the wet, clogged sort of sound when I peeled back the covers, unable to register they way my mothers were bent, and stilled in a way that only death can induce, where just earlier that night they’d been walking and talking. Bringing me Chinese take-out for dinner.

Their death, and everything that followed was emptying. Cracking open a great chasm and bringing death home, into the halls, and into my room. No longer a rumor. It was an empty chair, and a storied space made cold and worthless. It would’ve been easier if they had simply died as a random killing. Tragic, standard, random Gotham City killing. If I had just been that unlucky. If they’d only been struck by lightning. Instead, I grieved twice; once for who they were, and another time, for who I thought they were.

When Bruce adopted me, I became Batgirl. I made it my own vendetta to stop criminals without killing them, because I knew that some- most of them had children at home who would be the real victims if I did.

But then, I thought deeper. More considerately, about who my mothers were. Moreover, who they weren’t. Pearl and gold, white teeth and hairspray. Singing to me, and playing Monopoly, at which they were both so competitive that they had to kiss and make up after every game. Bringing me a strawberry cupcake in bed every year on my birthday. Kissing me on the head. Telling me to be good. Leaving me in that big house. Going off to Port Adams, or Crime Alley. Signing orders. Putting bodies in Finger River.

Nobody’s innocent here, dollface.

“They trusted me.” Bruce’s voice interrupted my reminiscing with the ghosts of my past. “I know their death was hard, and you may still be recovering. I’m trying to do the best I can for you.” He finished. For all the gnashing teeth and avaricious expanses of Gotham City secrets, he looked tired.

“I know, Bruce.” I said quietly. “Me too.”

The following Tuesday, I got home from school and started on a mountain of homework I needed to do- some make up work as well. Christmas break was around the corner, and I was slowly losing motivation as the semester drew to a close. I had too many distractions; and tonight was no exception.

Ding.

My phone buzzed, and I looked down, eyebrows raising to find that it was a text from Jason- one that wasn’t just a pin dropped to a location.

Meet me at Twin Sharks. I’ll buy you a coffee.

- What’s the occasion?

No reply. I sighed. I should’ve called him and made him tell me, but I knew that I would go no matter what, so I decided to play the apathy card. Despite my cool response, my heart (the traitor) was fluttering like a bird. Was this about the kiss? Our partnership? Was it an actual, regular date? Or was he breaking it off? My mind raced, and as I pulled together a tasteful outfit and sprayed myself with perfume, I promised myself that it wasn’t for him.

The Twin Sharks was a diner in Upper West Side, near China town. It was nicer than the likes of Sherman’s, or anything else East End had to offer. The late afternoon was unexpectedly bright, clouds parted for a sweet reprieve of gold and blush in the sky. The sun was a striking blood-orange, hung low over the city. It struck a match in my chest- some childish, poetic hopefulness.

The diner’s door jingled, and I scanned the booths and tables. It was a little crowded, but I spotted Jason alone in a booth, his eyes cast down, involved with his phone. I made my way over to him, slipping off my coat and plopping down his opposite.

“Hey.” I said. His eyes fell upon me, and I saw something on his face- maybe surprise, or something to that effect- before he composed his expression into something unreadable.

“Hey.”

The diner had a big, hot pink neon sign that depicted a matching pair of sharks above the counter. Its buzzing glow mixed with the orange gleam of the lowering sun through the windows- it was all very rose-colored.

The waitress put a coffee in front of me, and I got to work on adorning it with the little cream and sugar packets on the table. He watched me do it for while.

“What?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

“Nothin’.” He said. Then, he reached across the table, and took my hand, pulling it back to him, and pressed a soft kiss to my knuckles. I was so startled by it that I dropped the sugar packet I was holding. Neither of us seemed to notice. He turned my hand over and placed another kiss in the inside of my wrist before returning it safely to my side of the table. I was certain my face burned like the neon sharks.

“I’m- um- is this a date?” I asked, trying to get him to say something- anything- to get my mind off the way he’d just reduced me to a puddle.

He looked amused by that. “You want it to be?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged, stirring my coffee. “You invited me.”

He nodded, eyes falling away. “Yeah. I’ve got an update for you. D’amici business.”

“Oh.” By the look on his face, it wasn’t good news.

“You’re not gonna like it.”

“Perfect. My day’s been a little too good so far.” I said. He slid me his phone- on the screen was an article from the Gotham Quarterly.

Young Bride Found Murdered in Diamond District Estate

I read over it a couple times, brow furrowing. “You mean...“

“Penelope. It happened last night.”

“Shit.” I muttered, scrolling down and scanning through the article. My throat caught as I read over it. She was shot in her bed. “It says there’s no suspects.”

“Course it does. It’s the mafia. They handle things nice and quiet.”

“And I’m guessing you have a few a suspects.” He nodded grimly as I slid his phone back to him.

“One better. I know exactly who did it. I think you do, too.”

I put my head in my hands, mulling over my options. Really there was only one. Penelope’s beautiful, flustered face and apologetic eyes flashed through my mind. Her wind-chime laugh as we ate scones under the watchful eye of her adoring, peculiar grandmother.

“Okay.” I resolved. “Let’s get that girl justice.”

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kikiyakno · 3 years

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✧ Little Star

Date → Some day during the week prior to the Masquerade event. Feb 2021 Setting → Kian’s Grandparent’s Home. Santa Monica, California Triggers → None, but does include descriptors of fish cutting so if that’s not your cup of tea... Mentioned → Yi Jae-Sang , Seong Sunwoo , Brandon Kelly, Song Minjoon , Maverick Maxwell, Yong Chul Synopsis → ★ Stars are born when large gas clouds collapse under gravity.

The invitation was weird, it was random, it definitely was fishier than whatever fish it was Kian’s grandmother was scaling on the cutting board, but Kian held the weirdrandomandveryfishy invitation close to his chest. This was it. This was exactly the shimmering gold ticket his family and their restaurant needed that would definitely turn everything around.

Except…Gyeonggi Grill was having no part of it.

Just about every eatery in Pico was on board, even the ones Kian didn’t particularly think should be serving food (looking at you Pete’s Palace) and the ones he personally considered to be competition. There was no haste in the flood of Facebook posts on his feed of businesses confirming and promoting their attendance in response to the mysterious invite. It was hard not to feel the clamoring excitement over a party at an art museum. The more he refreshed pages, the more he heard about people talking of it between deliveries, the more Kian felt that this was possibly the shining light for Gijis to be seen again. They would sign up, get paid for it, and best of all to serve new people ~rich people~ to ultimately bring business back in.

This big chance and his grandparents were radio silent. Kian couldn’t understand.

“Momo,” Kian whined loudly to his grandmother with a soft bounce on his heel. Even with his call the older woman didn’t look up from her work and feed into his melodramatic call. He huffed, the lack of response making his brows deepen further in frustration. “Momo, everyone who’s anyone will be there. They’re paying vendors to be there. This went out to a ton of people, probably everyone we know! Seriously! Everyone’s talking about it. This isn’t just something someone planned on the block, yakno. It’s a huge deal.”

The pressed enunciations of his words make Kian stop to take a breath. In consideration, he defaulted to speaking in Korean when he was at home and not surrounded by any of his friends. His grandparents had never requested that he do so, but on his own Kian decided that it was a respectful gesture. Just because English was his preferred language, forcing them to speak it with him didn’t seem fair. It takes him seconds to catch his breath before Kian starts up again.

“This party is exactly what we need, Momo. We can serve…..we can serve the soy garlic chicken! And you know people absolutely love our fried chicken. They talk about how good it is all the time! You know normal chicken places in America don’t double fry. And when they try, it sucks. That’s what makes ours so good! We can stand out with that! Guaranteed!”

His grandma still didn’t respond, head down and much busier in her re-work of separating scales from the fish. However, there was a soft smile that had made a way to her face now. The passion and sincerity in his voice tickled her ears, especially when a little twist of the accent Kian had arrived at her doorstep with slipped free. Her grandson spoke with fire but not the kind that sought to burn others. He also spoke awfully fast. Which wasn’t too out of the norm for her grandson. Years ago she noticed Jae, Sunwoo, and Kian all shared that oddity.

The lull in the room pressed in on Kian and he broke through it with a giant huff. He waited still, watching her work the knife with expertise. He bit his lip to stop the clench of his jaw and the tightness from impatience building in his throat.

“Mo—“ “Do you want to cut the fish? It’s your favorite before I clean it.”

Cut short mid breath, Kian blinked wide at the knife being placed aside for him. She still didn’t look at him, but stepped aside for him to join her. The words sitting on his tongue blew away on a sigh, obediently setting the invite away and beelining to the sink to wash his hands. He steps beside her to take the knife as he starts cutting through the skin. The silence lingers on, aside from the edge of the knife occasionally drags against the cutting board. Kian works as asked, but fast. His cuts are clean and precise despite having his conversation stalled.

“You aren’t listening to me.” He says in an undertone, looking down at his work as he goes. “I am, Ki-Hyun. I am listening.” Her voice is fond and silvery. Kian knew he was doing his cutting well. “Then why aren’t we joining everyone? Why aren’t we preparing for the event, Momo. We can serve food there.” “...” “They will give us money. They pay, it won’t be free yakno.” “...” “A lot of people will be there. A lot of people who will love our food like they used to.” “...” “Maybe it’ll be enough money to help us catch up, Momo.” “Kiki, please slow down and watch your cut.” “Please stop ignoring what I am saying.” Kian’s voice rises a few notches from his soft mutter. He pauses his cutting, noting how his clean work had suffered as he had tried to discuss. He evaluates briefly if his volume had gone too high to be seen as disrespectful, or if he could go on. Soon after he disregards his worry. He was tired of making these pleas and not getting answers. “Why are we not participating? Why aren’t we going?”

The sharpness in his tone takes her by surprise, but she is no stranger to determination. She can’t fight the look on her grandson’s face anymore, sighing herself before she gingerly responds.“...We can’t afford to close an entire day, Ki-Hyun. That’s a day’s business lost.”

“They’ll pay twice that! Maybe triple than what we make in a day!”

“We can’t guarantee that, Ki.”

“I can! It’s all over Facebook! Twitter! Other businesses saying they’ll be there and got paid! Remember when I made those accounts for us? People have tagged us—ah, mentioned us! They want to know if we’ll be there.” His voice brightens, contrasting her modulated one. His falters down instantly, however, seeing how her eyes widen then dampen in gentle confusion. Social media was still an entirely new world language for her. “Customers that are going to the party are asking about our food being there. They want us to be there too, Momo.” He defines for her with warmth. Kian can see her understand with his explanation, but she looks away from him before he can see a different turmoil in her eyes.

“We can’t gamble on something everyone else sees as lucrative. And...it would have to be more than a day to prepare for such a large number of people…that means we would have to close for longer to accommodate. Everyone on our staff would have to work longer.”

“Right, and then I’ll get Jae and DaeDae and Mason, and some of my new friends to help us all out and make things easier. And-and Minjoon loves being in the kitchen. If not, him and Chul have networks online too! I know they’d be super happy to help us find the hands we need. Maverick likes food trucks and stuff, he could talk to people! Oh, and Brandon might could help us with clothes and let us borrow something nice to go in!”

“Ki-Hyun.”

“He would find you a really nice dress. Remember I told you that’s what he does, yakno? He’s really good at it. Remember he called me from out of town? He was in a Fashion Show out of state! People love his stuff!”

“Ki-Hyun.”

“And you know Jae would probably take off all his jobs to help. DaeDae would help too. Buuttt he’s the only one we might have to pay with food, so—” “Ki-Hyun.” Kian stops. Moreso to take a breath than to listen.

“Ki-Hyun, we don’t even have enough in our inventory right now to do so.”

“Yes we do, we—” “Kiki.”

Kian blinked wide, and she simply shook her head against it. He hadn’t even finished! Each idea of his was shot down in seconds.

Excuses, excuses, excuses. These weren’t answers they were excuses. He didn’t notice how his hands had started trembling or how an ill taste of bitterness wrapped around his tongue.

“Maybe if you stopped preparing that sweet chili wing combo every Monday and Wednesday night, we would have enough.”

“Kian!”

“Momo, if Sunwoo was going to come back he would’ve by now. I told you that. But you still do that every night for two days a week. It’s been a month. That’s four weeks. Combos come with six pieces, but you give him two extra. So that’s about thirty-two pieces of meat we’ve had to throw out in the last month because of one person that could’ve fed five or more people.”

Kian knew he had crossed a line and he could see it in her face. He braced for anything, but she only fired right back at him.“And I will keep making what I want for him because those are his nights he works late. It’s too late and dangerous for him to stop anywhere else!”

“You don’t get it. He doesn’t CARE!” Exploding, Kian lets knife go to drop onto the table as his world suddenly blurs. “He doesn’t care! He-He doesn’t care and he won’t come back! They aren’t coming back. Cause they don’t care. They don’t care. And YOU don’t care!” Kian steps back, immediately remorseful but a throaty sob obstructs his apology. The busy pattern on his grandma’s shirt melds into one in the watery world. “You don’t care! You won’t let me help. You don’t think I know we’re behind! I work because I know we’re in trouble. But you and Grandpa keep...trying to HIDE it and not make me worry. But that just makes it worse! I worry anyways! I’m 27 now and you’re getting older, but I see you work every single day. Then you come home, tired, but then for ME you pretend we’re doing okay when we’re not. We’re NOT!! No matter what we do it’s not enough. I keep working and working and working and working but it’s just not enough! It’s not enough for you to stop pretending like I can’t help! It’s not enough for my friends to feeling like they don’t have to baby me and take care of me and pay for me to eat all the time! It’s not enough for me to ever see you stop working, or rest well at night, or for us to think about taking road trips like we used to or flying away on vacation!” Kian stops to wipe his face with his sleeves in a rush, face wet as though he had been standing in rain. He pushes his face into them to have his cry, only to feel his chest heave in harder when in the brief darkness he only imagines the glittering, serene lights of Paris. He shuts his eyes tighter and tears his face away in a hurry, feeling the accumulation of months of his world caving in on itself finally collapsing on top of him.

“I-I’m tired, halmeoni. I’m tired of us pretending. This is our one chance and you say no! Why are you giving it up so easily? Why are you giving up?! Wh-wh-why am I the only one who cares? N-N-No one cares! No one cares but me!”

Kian feels like he’s going to give way again before strong arms pull him close from behind. He breaks regardless, knowing now that at some point his Grandfather had come into the room. At this point Kian’s grief commanded his outburst.

“I’m sorry i’m not Kyung-soo. I’m sorry i’m not good like Kyung-soo so you could finally rest and have plenty of money and friends and nice clothes like he does. If I wasn’t here your family would love you and send you the money you need and you wouldn’t be dealing with this. They won’t even help you because of me. It’s my fault. I’m so sorry we can’t be happy and enjoy things like normal people. I’m so—!”

Kian felt warm hands take his cheeks and his body be squeezed harder. Momo had been hushing him and only at her touch had he quieted. He didn’t know how long she had been trying to, but his Grandfather’s face was buried heavy into his shoulder. Momo smiled, relieved to see that she had gotten through to him, but Kian could finally see her face was just as wet—and tired—as his. As familiar as she was to determination, her heart ached to see overwhelming frustration cripple the brightest heart she knew. She could be angry, she could be upset, but while Kian said one thing, she heard another. Hopes, wishes, blame, and shame but most of all that passion and sincerity. Yes, it hurt to be the one hit by his fire this time, but this detonation of Kian’s was different than all the others she seen before it. She swiped over his cheeks with her thumbs, still working on a smile despite her own tears.

"Don’t let go of any of those dreams of yours, little one. We will figure this out just like we’ve figured out everything else. Keep hoping. It’ll be alright. I promise.”

#— self para.#[ :) ]

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beyondconfessor · 3 years

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Mortal Baking

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Agatha Night/Mary Wardwell

Summary: The cost of sanity seemed to be isolation. Perhaps that why she decided to visit Mary Wardwell at her cottage.

N.B.: Also posted on AO3.

Death was all around the coven. Over the last year, their numbers had dwindled catastrophically.

For Agatha, it felt like death followed her, specifically. Some of it was her own doing, others not.

Sabrina was dead. Dorcas was dead. Father Blackwood, her teachers, her parents––all of them were dead. She’d grown used to the taste of grave dirt on her tongue, and as of late, it tasted all the more bitter.

And there was no one to talk to. Everyone else had their own grief, so she didn’t reach out. Not even to Prudence.

Her sister was busy, looking after Judas and Judith, learning under Zelda Spellman's tutelage, whilst also training the once-mortal now-witch into witchcraft. Not that she cared.

All it meant was that, like everything else in her life, Prudence no longer had time for her, especially now that Agatha was no longer insane.

Though the cost of sanity seemed to be isolation.

She couldn’t even reach out and feel Hecate’s influence as everyone else seemed to. Once, on a whim, she’d prayed the Dark Lord just to see what would occur and felt her own magic slap against her in response––someone didn’t want her praying to him, so she didn’t.

She missed the madness, at least there in its influence she didn’t feel the weight of grief.

Perhaps that was why she found herself walking off campus, her feet taking her as far as to the edge of the woods where a familiar residence stood.

She knocked twice on the door and then stepped back, feeling an ache fill her. The woman was mortal; what could she offer her? And yet no one else had offered her anything as of late.

The door opened before she could talk herself out of it, and there stood Mary Wardwell. Glasses high on her nose, a furrow in her brow. “Agatha, what are you––?“

“I thought you were owed an explanation. After everything.”

She opened the door wider, and she was bid entry inside the home. Twice before she’d been inside Mary’s cottage. Once, on the first day after Mary joined her and Father Blackwood, they went as a unit to discuss everything. And the second time, by chance, for dinner––because Mary worried she wasn't eating well enough.

As Mary placed on the kettle to make a pot of tea, Agatha's eyes drew around her home. Not much had changed, though she noticed the alcohol was no longer sitting out.

Agatha stepped into the kitchen, feeling her feet press on the linoleum. She’d wondered once what mortals did with themselves in their short lives. Her and Mary Wardwell were a similar age, not that anyone would know by looking at them both. And yet in all of her years, Agatha couldn’t recall what she’d done.

She’d lived in the orphanage, and then the Academy. Only in the last year did it feel like things were occurring outside of alcohol, sex and school.

“Sugar?”

“Two,” she confirmed and watched as Mary dropped two cubes of sugar into her tea before stirring it.

They sat at the kitchen table and still Agatha tried to piece why she was here. What could a mortal offer her as her cup was placed before her.

“I’ve been worried about you. I tried to find the school, but…”

“It’s warded against mortals,” she advised as Mary settled into a chair opposite her. The conversation paused, and the only noise in the room was the quiet sound of a clock ticking on the wall. She wasn't sure what to say, so she tapped her nails against the cup, trying to find the words.

“You said you wanted to explain something to me?” Mary prompted.

“Father Blackwood is dead. Well….as dead as he can get. Prudence took a chainsaw to him and spread him to the corners of the earth. Fitting in some ways.”

Mary blinked, and then nodded, taking in the words as she set her cup down on the table. “Prudence is your sister. Her and Dorcas,” she recalled. “But she was Blackwood’s other daughter, is that correct?”

“Dorcas is…is also gone,” Agatha said, swallowing as she felt the words. She could still feel her sister’s lips against her own. For a moment, it’d been sweet, and then the taste of grave dirt had returned, and there was nothing that could remove the taste. Not food, nor drink, nor sex or blood. “Dead. Forever. I think…I think I did it. In the madness, I suffered. I think I––“ she paused, watching the tea leaves float in her cup.

Perhaps she should try and read her fortune. She’d probably see a banshee or the grim––some omen of death, anyway.

Mary’s hand clasped over her own, and it's warm drawing over hers.

That was one of the things they didn’t teach at the Academy. Mortals were warm. Warmer than witches.

Was that why Sabrina––?

No, Sabrina was dead. She couldn’t allow herself to fill with questions for the dead.

“I once promised to show you how us mortals bake,” she said. “How about we make spree almond biscuits? They’d go quite nicely with the tea, and I should have all the ingredients.”

She wanted to say that the tea would be cold by the time they were finished, but that wasn’t the point. So she nodded and rose, standing beside Mary.

Mary had her wash her hands and then pulled out an apron for them both to wear. One by one, she gathered all of the ingredients they required, and pulled out the necessary implements, setting them down on the kitchen bench, so they stood side-by-side.

Kitchen witchery was old magic; it dated back to the roots of magic, to Lilith. Most old families passed on recipes from mother to daughter, though Agatha’s family specialised in fortune. Teas, cards and seances. Practices of old.

Kitchen witchery was used more by witches like Hilda Spellman. It could provide sustenance as much as it could poison, and she advised Mary as such, of the little things she recalled about kitchen witchery after Father Blackwood had poisoned the church.

“Almonds can hide the smell of cyanide,” Mary advised, smiling at her. “If you ever need to dispose of someone discreetly…outside of your magic, of course.”

“Have you ever poisoned someone?” Agatha asked.

“No. Have you?”

She couldn’t recall. Possibly. She’d done so many things, and poisoning was just another way to play with mortals. “Maybe,” she shrugged.

“I shot someone once. I think,” Mary said, her eyes squinting as she stared out the kitchen window, to where it overlooked the forest. “I can’t…quite remember.”

“Do you want to?” Agatha asked.

“No. No, I don’t think I do.”

She kept her hands busy in the cooking, whisking the eggs and butter and sugar together. Placing four in, and then came almonds. “Sometimes, I remember what I did to Dorcas. I’ve done worse, to others.”

“Like remove tongues?” Mary asked, and there was a gentle tease in the way she asked the question. Somehow, whether through circumstances predating the eldritch terrors or because of her and Father Blackwood, Mary’s views of death had shifted.

Or maybe she’d always been that way, and the good Christian values just held over that.

“I’ve done worse,” she advised softly. She didn’t feel bad about all the death and pain she wrought––especially not about the mine collapse. But the death of her sister, even madness inflicted, left a hole in her heart. “Dorcas hurts,” she advised.

“You loved her,” Mary advised. “When we hurt the ones we love, it hurts us in return, no matter how much we might pretend it doesn’t.” She stopped then, and then drew in a breath, looking pale. “Here, the next step is that we cut the dough into pieces.”

Agatha followed the instructions, watching as Mary guided her like she was one of her students. Usually, Agatha would be resistant to the direction. Deliberately not follow instructions, but as of late, she was so tired. And Mary wasn’t like any of her other instructors––certainly not like anyone from the Academy.

There was a kindness she didn’t expect, in how she guided her. Even now.

“Good job,” Mary said, pressing a hand to her shoulder and squeezed. Agatha felt as if she might collapse at the pressure of it. How could someone have done what they did, and still be kind?

“They’re uneven.”

“They’re meant to be,” Mary assured, taking the tray and placing them into the oven. Then, she pulled out a timer and set it. “We’ll wash-up while we wait.”

“How do you do it?” Agatha asked.

“Do what?”

“This, all of this, it’s so…boring.”

Mary laughed. “Yes, I suppose it is, isn’t it? Especially when you can just…magic up your food.”

Agatha shrugged. “We have a cook,” she advised. “Magic can’t create out of nothing. You still have to have ingredients. Potions and ceremonies require material components as well as semantic.”

“Well, that sounds pretty boring too. Finding all those ingredients, putting them together and hoping something comes out of it––not so different from cooking. Though, I’m sure a bit more deadly if it goes wrong.”

Agatha sighed. “It’s different.”

“Is it?”

“It is,” she assured. “You don’t get it. You never will. Mortals just don’t feel it like we do.”

“Could you show me?” Mary asked her voice soft. “Do something small?”

“Here,” she reached out, taking Mary’s hands in her own, holding them between each other. Then, closing her eyes she drew the warmth of the kitchen around them into her hands, feeling it pull and pulse until she was able to cause a gentle vibration from her hands through to Mary’s.

“Oh,…” Mary advised. “What–what are you doing?” She stuttered, trying to tug her hands away, but Agatha held them firm as she stared at the woman’s face.

“This is what I feel. Constantly. This ocean inside of me going back and forth like a tide coming in. That’s magic. And you don’t feel it. You can’t feel it carry in the air, or feel it spark inside of you––“ and there she let a spark crackle from her fingertips, across Mary’s palms and watched as the woman’s mouth parted her cheeks flushing. “––you mortals don’t get it. You never will.”

She pulled her hand away and watched as Mary continued to stare at her before she looked away, adjusting her glasses. “Why did you come here, to my house?”

“I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do,” Mary said, turning to look at her then. There was a surprising hardness to her tone. “What do you want, Agatha? Do you want a counsellor, a parent?”

“We’re the same age,” she scoffed.

“A teacher, then?”

Agatha ached, looking away. She didn’t want any of those things.

“A friend, then?”

“No!” She snapped. “Maybe, I don’t know. I thought––“ she paused then, uncertain as to where that trail of thought was going, but there were words on her tongue, and she may as well say whatever they were. “I thought you might understand.”

“The loneliness you’re feeling? Yes, I suppose she and I are longtime companions,” Mary said.

Companion. That was it, the word she wanted––not a friend, but a companion. “No one wants to know about what we did. They think that Father Blackwood was some mastermind, manipulating us. And he was, but…”

“He was kind, at times. Made you feel important.”

Agatha swallowed, feeling the conflict of emotions ache inside of her. Prudence and Directrix Spellman had convinced themselves that she'd been charmed into doing his will. She hadn't corrected them, if only because she was afraid to lose the only place she could call home these days. But it left her to lie awake at night, wondering if everything had been a lie. If maybe he had charmed her. He'd made her sane, while she'd been around him. Perhaps he'd done other things to her mind. “He was kind to you, too. Wasn’t he?”

Mary nodded. “Doesn’t mean that what he did to us was right. You can be angry with him and still…enjoy the good times we had.” She paused, her brow pressing. “How…how are Judith and Judas?”

“Good,” she advised. “Prudence is looking after them both. She’s teaching them magic and trying to…befriend them, I guess.”

“And you? How are you, Agatha? You don’t need to lie to me this time.”

Lonely, she wanted to say, but she smiled instead. “I miss the Church. It felt good to…work with you. If you like, I could…I could come back and help with what you’re doing, now?”

“What about your church?”

“She won’t answer me. Even Directrix feels her waver since Sabrina…” she paused then, tilting her head. “We were a good team, weren’t we?”

Mary frowned her, reaching up to cup her face as she angled Agatha’s head to look her directly in the eyes. “The church won’t provide what you’re looking for.”

“What am I looking for?” Agatha asked.

“I think you’re trying to discover who you are. I am, too.” Her hand went to move away, but Agatha snatched at her wrist to hold it still for a moment longer. She closed her eyes, leaning into the warmth of the hand and pretended, for just a moment, that things weren’t so different.

And then she dropped her hold of the hand and opened her eyes, moving away. “How do mortals clean up?”

“How about this time, you show me about witches do it?”

It wasn’t so different, though witches magic made it easier to wash to the mixture from the bowls, and a quick charm dried everything quickly enough for it to be set away. Mary marvelled at it. Making jokes about how it would certainly make roasts easier. It was like the world softened again, and all of that pain in her chest eased for a moment.

The time went off, and Mary switched its dial before she took her oven mitts and reached into the oven, pulling the tray out before she set it on the stovetop.

“Do you have a cooling charm…or sp-spell?” Mary asked.

“Charm,” Agatha confirmed. And with a summoning spell, she drew heat from the cookies, dispersing it through the kitchen.

Mary reached for the biscuits tentatively then, touching them with the back of her fingers, before confirming their warmth. There, she took one in hand and handed it to Agatha to try.

Agatha took the biscuit in grip and then brought it to her mouth.

It was good. Better than she expected. Chewing and swallowing, she nodded at Mary. “Maybe mortal cooking isn’t so bad,” she advised.

“Maybe,” Mary advised. “Though I’m intrigued to see what witch's food is like.”

Agatha shrugged, finishing the biscuit and then licking the crumbs for fingertips. It was rude, but she hardly cared––and as she looked up, she watched as Mary smiled to herself as she did the same.

It was a friendly smile, she thought.

And then, the warmth of that faded as she realised there was nothing else for them to do. Her tea had turned cold, they'd finished baking and washing-up, and there was nothing else to say.

“I...should get going,” Agatha said.

“How about…you come and visit me on Saturdays. Help me bake. It gets…lonely here, and I could use a friend––and in turn, you can talk to me about your studies?”

Agatha felt a venomous comment rise and fall in her mouth. But it faded. Mary was friendly, and if she was honest with herself for once, baking the mortal way hadn't been so horrible. So, she nodded and smiled. “I’d like that.”

“I’d like that, too,” Mary said. And then she brightened, “Now, I have a container around here somewhere…” she shifted through her cupboards, moving things around before pulling out a set of Tupperware. Standing up, she set half of the biscuits inside the container before closing the lid and handing it back to her. “There. Finish them up, and maybe next week we’ll do an upside-down cake.”

At that, Agatha paused. She didn’t understand what that meant but smiled nonetheless. “I might share them…with Prudence.”

“I’m sure she’ll like that.”

Mary followed her to the front door, and there, Agatha paused. She felt as if she should thank her, but the words didn’t come easily. So she waited, watching as Mary looked at her softly as she asked, "Was there something else, dear?"

Agatha darted forward and kissed Mary’s lips, pressing against them gently.

Mary gasped against her, but before she could move away or press further against her, Agatha pulled back and smiled at her as she licked her lips. They tasted like almonds and vanilla. “Until next Saturday,” she said, before she left, teleporting back home as she watched a red flush spread across Mary Wardwell's cheekbones, the woman's chest rising and falling as she stared at her dumbstruck.

It was a lovely expression, and she savoured the image as she carried the Tupperware, back to where her dormitory was, sitting on the edge of the bed as she tried to think about what she wanted to do the rest of the day. Maybe find Prudence, though that would likely lead to questions.

There was no way she was going to something as stupid as head to the library and study. No, maybe she would just take it easy. Have a nap, and do some simple magics, look into things that might impress Mary. Perhaps some gardening spells? She could show her how they grew crops at the Academy and watch her.

As she set the container down on the bedside table, she realised that she didn’t taste grave dirt in her mouth for the first time. The taste might come back, but for now, Agatha opened up the container and pulled out a biscuit, taking a bite. Perhaps there were some acceptable mortals. Or maybe Mary Wardwell was the only acceptable mortal.

She'd find out.

#agatha night #mary wardwell #nightwell #caos fanfic

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Cheater | kth [oneshot]

⏤𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; Ten proofs you got to find out the truth but you were too blind in love to see.

⏤𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: oral sex [female and male receiving], strong language, penetrative sex, protected sex, cum eating, creampie, soft sex

⏤𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: angst, smut

⏤𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 16.8k

The darkest side of the love is, that it can break you in seconds. It makes you strong but weak at the same time. It depends on the person you’re in love with — and if that person is in love with you as well.

Hearing the rustling of the keys jolts you awake as you stir in the black sheets. You can hear fainted footsteps going around apartment before the bedroom door is being opened. You squint your eyes already sitting up and turning on the little lamp on your nightstand. Taehyung seems to be surprised by you being awake, his eyes slowly widening before a soft sigh leaves his beautiful lips.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” he asks quietly taking off his clothes, not minding you’re seeing him stripping off. Of course, he doesn’t mind. You’ve been dating for the past five years. You’re over that shy phase of your relationship a long time ago. He stays in his boxer briefs grabbing his clothes from the floor he threw them, giving you a quick glance waiting for your answer.

“You woke me up,” you answer softly wiping your eyes with tiredness. You check the clock seeing it’s already three in the morning. “I missed you, you said you’d come home before eleven.” you almost pout, not wanting to sound too whiny to your boyfriend. He runs his fingers decorated with silver rings through his brown soft hair before sighing.

“I know, I’m sorry. The guys wanted me to stay longer.” he apologises before scurrying to the bathroom. Soon enough, you hear the water being turned on and you close your eyes wanting to sleep, but it’s like your heart and mind are still waiting for Taehyung’s presence. So you wait. Him taking a shower doesn’t last too long before he’s coming to your bed in ten minutes. He lays next to you while you wait for him to cuddle you like he always does. You can see the slight light coming from his phone as he types something, before locking it and putting it on his nightstand. His arms wraps around your body pulling you closer. He gives your shoulder small peck causing you to smile in satisfaction. “Now go to sleep.” he softly commands and you quickly shut your eyes, already falling deeply asleep.

The next morning you wake up to an empty bed and you disappointingly sigh. You check your phone seeing small text from your boyfriend.

taehyung: good morning, had to go to work I’ve to work an overtime :( will come home around nine

Great. Another whole day without spending some time with him. It might seem like you’re being one of those clingy girlfriends who won’t let their other half’s let breath and live, but it’s not like that. Lately you’ve barely spend any time with your boyfriend. It almost feels like you’re only roommates these days.

‘it’s okay, I’ll be waiting for you :)’

You text him back not waiting for response knowing it’ll be coming way later or never. He’s been too busy recently with his work. But knowing how hardworking Taehyung is makes you proud of him. You’ve decided to spend your day with cleaning up yours and Taehyung’s place. Even your best friend, Seulgi, is on holiday so you have nothing else to do. You’re in the middle of doing your laundry when you grab Taehyung’s clothes from yesterday from the laundry basket. You’re ready to throw his whole black outfit into the washing machine when the sweet scent of vanilla and some flowery scent fills your nose. You furrow your eyebrows slowly bringing his black T-shirt to your nose. You inhale almost sneezing covering your nose with your hand. This is definitely not Jimin’s or any guys’ scents. As you know Taehyung and his group of friends, they went clubbing or something. You don’t make a big deal out of it throwing his clothes to the washing machine. Although, you’re doing a mental note to ask Taehyung about it. When he finally comes back home, somehow later than he texted you but you’re still fine and pleased you get to spend some time with him, you cook a dinner for him. You both eat silently when you wipe your mouth with a napkin staining it little bit. You take a sip from your wine glass watching him chewing silently. “Where were you yesterday?” you suddenly ask, causing him to stop chewing for a second before continuing. You watch him as he swallows his food before looking at you.

“With my friends, I told you that.” he answers with a small smile taking his glass of wine. He drinks the whole red wine, something he has done for a long time. He loves wine. Although he used to dislike it for its bitter taste. He’d cringe whenever he’d take a sip from it.

“Yeah, I know. But where did you guys go?” you ask curiously and he arches his brow at you before smiling.

“Clubbing.” he shrugs while answering your question and you only nod in response. Just like you thought so. You’re not even surprised some girl was probably clinging or dancing with Taehyung. You’re pretty aware of his attractive face and you trust Taehyung. You’re fine with him dancing with someone when you’re not there, as long as it has some limits.

“The dinner is amazing, thank you for cooking it.” he smiles at you taking another bite of his food causing you to smile at him. There’s nothing better than making him happy.

“I’m so happy you came. Both of you,” Mrs. Kim says for the fifth time causing a light giggle escaping your lips. “I haven’t seen your for a few weeks.” she continues glaring at her son, scolding him for not visiting his parents more often.

Taehyung sits next to you, his arm holding you closer to his warm body. His familiar scent fills your nose and you want nothing more than to bury your nose in it.

“I’ve been pretty busy, mom.” He sighs drawing some patterns onto your shoulder. You lean your head against his shoulder enjoying the soft touch. You’ve always loved when he caressed you, he often jokes that you’re a cat in human body.

“I know, I know. I’m just glad you’re both staying over for a night.” she smiles happily at the both of you nudging her husband, Taehyung’s father, to look at you. He only smiles remembering him and his wife, long before Taehyung and his brother were born. The little start of their huge love. She’s ready to say something when Taehyung’s phone rings loudly causing her to stop. He sits straight pulling his phone from his pants. The ‘unknown’ number flashes on his screen causing him to stand up.

“Excuse me, someone’s calling me.” he mumbles leaving from the living room. He disappears from your sight causing his mom to cheerfully grin at you with big eyes, the ones Taehyung inherited from her. She leans with her elbows on her knees wanting to be closer to you. Mr. Kim just snorts, seeing his wife getting all excited about something which he already knows what’s this about.

“So, did he ask you?” she asks you with hushed voice causing Mr. Kim to look at you curiously as well. You shift under their gaze looking at them in confusion.

“Ask me what?” you ask uncertainly, nervously laughing at Mrs. Kim’s grin like she’s expecting for you to say specific words. You’re reaching for your strawberry tea she made you slowly sipping from it.

“If he asked you to marry him?” you almost choke with the tea, quickly covering your mouth with your hand. She quickly holds a napkin for you and you bow, not able to speak. You quickly wipe your mouth coughing awkwardly.

“No, he didn’t.” you answer calmly, Mrs. Kim’s posture falling down as soon as she hears your answer.

“Aish, this boy! When does he wants to pop that question?” she scolds her currently unavailable son. Mr. Kim laughs at his wife shaking his head.

“Sweetheart, he’ll.. soon.” he tries to convince her but she only scoffs. Thankfully, Mr. Kim starts to ask you about yourself and more work related stuff and you find yourself in comfortable conversation with the both of them.

It’s couple of minutes later when Taehyung comes back.

“Who called you?” His mom asks him when he sits back next to you. He coughs looking at her reaching for some snacks on the table.

“Just someone who mistook my number.” he mumbles munching on some chips.

His mom raises her brow. “You called with some stranger for ten minutes?”

This time you look at Taehyung curiously who glances at you, his figure somehow stiffens.

“I went to the bathroom. Are you done, detective?” he jokes causing his mom to scold him about his attitude but amused smile is playing on her lips.

You talk in their living room for another one hour before all of you decide to go to bed. It’s already pretty late so you rush into the bathroom. Thank god, there are two bathrooms in their house. Quickly grabbing your pyjamas from your suitcase you use the bathroom connected to his old bedroom, so you don’t have to worry about Taehyung’s parents seeing you in your thin pyjamas or naked covered with a towel. You stand in the shower, enjoying the water droplets falling onto your skin making your muscles to feel relaxed.

You sigh in content, Mrs. Kim’s words appearing on your mind. Wedding. You would lie if you say you didn’t think about wedding and marriage in general. That’s like almost every woman’s dream. To find someone who you can spend the rest of your life with — and you found that someone. Taehyung. But none of you really talked about wedding — at least not too seriously. You’d be more than happy to see him on his knee asking you to marry him. That thought makes your stomach tickle with butterflies full of excitement. You’re too deep in your thoughts to notice Taehyung sneaking into the bathroom. He strips himself from his clothes making his way to the shower, where you’re mindlessly standing. He pulls the shower curtain before stepping in. You jump in surprise, chuckling when you see his cheeky grin.

“You scared me,” you say as he shuts down the shower curtain. “What are you doing here?” you ask him as he stands behind you reaching for a shower gel. He squeezes some amount onto his hands kissing your naked and wet shoulder.

“I’m taking a shower, obviously.” he scoffs playfully and you roll your eyes at him but secretly smile at his cheekiness. He starts washing your shoulders moving to your back. You giggle when he washes your stomach knowing it tickles you. He chuckles before moving to your ass, squeezing it. But that’s not all — he pays special attention to your behind as he presses onto you and you almost gasp at feeling of his hard cock pressed against your lower back.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” you ask, amused feeling him pressing onto you even more, slowly cupping your breasts massaging them. You throw your head back, leaning against his shoulder.

“I’m touching you,” he mumbles with amused scoff, as if it wasn't obvious, moving his hand onto your hips before teasingly touching your clit. You bite into your lip feeling the water hitting your face. You find yourself getting turned on very easily — it’s not hard when he knows exactly where to touch and what drives you crazy. He knows it all. “I haven’t touched you in weeks.” he speaks, kissing your shoulder one more time before moving his finger up and down your slit. You moan quietly feeling him slowly inserting one finger moving it inside and out.

“Tae...” you mumble remembering you’re in his parents’ house. Even though there’s two doors hiding you and the sounds, they could still hear you if he’d continue. But Taehyung quickly shushes you with a light bite into your neck.

“So fucking wet already.” he whispers into your ear and you whimper when he curls his finger in you. You clench around him making him growl pressing his hard cock between the cheeks of your ass. He turns you around as he pulls out his finger out of you giving you one of his sweet smiles and you almost melt at the sight. He backs you to the wall, your back pressed into the shower tiles. It’s too cold but you don’t mind nor care since your body feels too hot. Hotness, which Taehyung caused.

“Tae, we can’t do it here.” you speak, feeling his cock against your stomach now, making you clench around nothing.

“Why not?” he asks, shrugging casually not really caring about the idea of fucking in his parents’ home. Well, it used to be his home as well. It still kind of is. He grew up in this house so it doesn’t seem too strange for him.

“They might hear us,” you answer and he only hums, tracing his finger against your nipples which are hardened way before he even properly touched you. “Imagine how awkward would it be the next morning.” you tell him and he acts like he’s thinking for a moment, before cheekily grinning once again.

And you know you’ve failed miserably.

“Yeah, I don’t really care.” he shrugs and you laugh at him, causing a smile of joy and satisfaction lit up his face.

His hands hooks under your thighs, lifting you into his arms. He gives you a lazy grin kissing you softly while your chest rubs against his, tickling your hardened nipples. He rests your thigh against his hips holding you protectively. Your wrap your arms around his neck holding onto him giving him a grin. Your both bodies are drenched in water, the water hitting especially Taehyung’s back but he could care less. He rubs his nose against yours, before softly kissing you. It’s soft and passionate at the same time, his lips making its way from your neck to your collarbones teasingly licking your nipples. The angle seems awfully uncomfortable, but it doesn’t look like he minds. You moan out loud gripping his hair on the back of his head at the feeling of his tongue on your skin.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks with a soft tone, but you can feel the teasing smile across his lips. “You don’t mind my parents might hear us?” he continues nudging your chin with his nose. He pulls back to look at your expression waiting for any response.

You should get irritated with his teasing, but the pleasure dominating your senses and mind, mixed with the burn between your legs, you can’t seem to be nowhere near annoyed with him.

You breath out, licking your lips. “I guess we have to be quiet then.”

And that’s all it takes for Taehyung to smirk at you, kissing you for the last time before he slowly parts your folds with his cock head. He thrusts into you in one go leaving a low moan from both of your lips. When he’s all in, he stays there for a second to cherish the feeling of you wrapped around him and giving you some time to adjust to him. You impatiently whine and he chuckles pulling out before thrusting back in with more force.

“Ah, fuck.” you moan throwing your head back, letting it bump into shower tiles.

“You’re doing an awful job at being quiet.” he comments through a gritted teeth, continuing to thrust into you. He picks up his pace causing your bodies colliding with each other even more. Even the sound of water droplets couldn’t muffle your moans and Taehyung’s thrusts entirely. You clench around him uncontrollably Taehyung’s low grunts making you turned on even more.

“Come on, princess. I know you’re close.” he grunts into your ear trying to control his own orgasm.

Princess.

That one fucking pet name sending you over the edge, you let go. Orgasm washes over you and you moan out loudly from the sudden bliss Taehyung’s causing. He follows you right after, spilling his load into you while burying his face into the crook of your neck to muffle his low grunts. You’re both wrapped in each other’s hold trying to calm down your breathing.

After a moment, Taehyung pulls away carefully setting you onto your shaky legs, hands still protectively around you as he sees your legs trembling. He smugly smirks and you lightly slap him in his chest leaning against the wall. He suddenly kneels down, seeing his cum leaking down your thighs, water not able to wash it off since it’s mostly dropping onto Taehyung. His hair is drenched up, water getting into his eyes but he doesn’t care. He holds your leg, slowly hooking it across his shoulder.

“W–what are you doing?” you ask breathlessly but he doesn’t give you an answer. At least, not a verbal one. He dips his head down slowly licking the mixture of your and his cum swallowing it all. You gasp as you feel his mouth against your slit causing you to flinch, the overstimulation becoming too strong. You look down gaping at your boyfriend who swallows all of your cum. Soon enough he licks it all putting your leg down before looking up at you. He smirks at you causing your heart to beat faster.

“God, I love you.” you say to him as he stands back to his feet pecking your nose. He gently pulls the wet strands on your cheek away smiling at you.

“I love you too.”

You’re cleaning Taehyung’s used socks and you scrunch your nose in disgust when the horrendous smell fills your nose. “God, Taehyung.” you grumble throwing it into a little basket in your hands. Taehyung is currently showering so you’ve decided to tidy up your bedroom. What is the better thing to do than clean your home at Saturday? Not really but Taehyung already have some plans with his friends and you’re staying home. You used to come with him a lot but lately he haven’t been asking you to come and you don’t question it. Maybe they want to have some privacy — discuss some guy business or whatever. You’re picking one of your panties Taehyung threw there last night, your clothes scattered all over the floor. You’re humming a familiar tune of some song you heard on the radio, when Taehyung’s phone rings with notification. You’re not one of those girlfriends who invade someone’s privacy, even if he’s been your boyfriend for the past five years. But it seems like your eyes follow his phone which flushes with a new message. You don’t mean to read anything but your eyes catch ‘unknown’ number written on his screen. The screen turns off being a simple black and locked. You nervously bit your lip gently taping his screen — your curiosity winning this time.

unknown: I had fun yesterday, thank you ;)

Your brows furrows and your heart is unwillingly beating fast. You don’t understand that feeling but you don’t like it not even a bit. Who the hell texted him?

��What are you doing?”

The deep voice booms in the room and you jump quickly turning around to see Taehyung looking at you. You nervously tighten your grip around the basket ready to tell him a lie. But his eyes soon follow his bright screen of his phone before looking at you. He doesn’t look at you like he’s angry but he definitely looks kind of intimidating. The whole atmosphere changing in your bedroom and it makes you question why does he looks so different all of a sudden.

You shift your way before straightening your posture watching the water droplets falling from his wet hair to his naked chest. The white towel is wrapped around his waist, the deep ‘v’ line visible and your eyes catch it fast.

“Someone texted you, I wanted to bring your phone to you.” you say to him, not complete lie but neither complete truth. You’ve never really lied to Taehyung, but something about the way he’s looking at you made you lie to him. It was your first instinct to do that. He looks at you suspiciously walking right through you. He reaches for his phone scanning his phone screen. You’re watching his reaction carefully and you’re sure he can feel your eyes on him. But he doesn’t react like anything, simply locking his phone putting it back to its place.

“Why unknown numbers keeps contacting you?” you blur out, simply having the feeling like you should ask him. Because this is getting too weird. Is he in some kind of trouble? If he was then the text wouldn’t sound so... sweet. Maybe it’s—

“Weird, right? I’ve no idea. I feel like someone is pranking me or simply just mistaking my number,” he speaks chuckling little bit. You eye him nodding and he walks closer to you. He connects your lips together lightly kissing you. “Don’t worry about it.”

And you don’t.

It’s three days before your birthday but you don’t really realise it. You always spend your birthday with Taehyung, getting greeting cards from your friends and family. You usually planned some nice dinner followed with making love all night. You never really needed some fancy and big party. You were always content being with Taehyung — because he is all that you need. You are putting his fresh clothes into his chest of drawers when you feel something hard against his T-shirts. You furrow your brows pulling out a small box. It seems like... a present. You curiously bite your lip deciding if you should put it back. With your following birthday you’re sure it’s your birthday gift. It doesn’t look like a ring box, no it’s too big for that. Before you think it through, you’re already opening the baby blue box with silver glitter on it revealing a diamond necklace. It’s beautiful. The little heart is in the middle, decorated with diamonds making it look fancy and shiny. You squeal happily admiring it. You don’t even touch it, quickly putting it back to its place.

As you expected your birthday is being spend in fancy restaurant. The food isn’t too expensive but not too cheap, something you and Taehyung both agreed on. The food tastes amazing and there’s no reason to pay for something expensive when you get an amazing food for an amazing price. “Are you enjoying your birthday?” Taehyung asks as both of you are finished with the food. You wipe your mouth with a napkin, staining it with the food and lipstick. You smile at Taehyung sipping from your red wine he ordered.

“Of course, thank you.” you smile at him as he smiles back with his boxy grin you fell in love with. You see him pulling out something from his jacket and you’re excitedly watching with huge eyes. He pulls out small yellow box handing it to you.

“Happy birthday, love.” he says as you slowly take the little box from his hands. You eye the box before he nudges you to open it. Wasn’t the box in baby blue colour and bigger?

You open it nevertheless already smiling at the thought seeing the diamond necklace. Your smile falters as soon as you see a small earrings. Taehyung watches your reaction his eyebrows furrows as he sees the smile fading away. It’s not the necklace you found. It’s some small earrings looking... cheap. That’s not even the issue, you don’t care about money or material things but... what happened to that necklace?

“You don’t like it?” he asks slowly and you look at him quickly smiling even though it’s not an honest one.

“Oh, no, no, no. I like it. It’s just...” you trail off, putting the opened box with the earrings onto the table. It sits there almost mockingly screaming ‘you thought bitch’. He raises his brows knowing there’s something more. You pray he’d just let it go but he simply watches you, waiting. You sigh, already knowing you have to tell him truth. Honesty is the key. “Okay, I found this necklace you hid in your clothes. I just thought...”

You look down completely missing the sharp gaze your way. He clenches his jaw coughing trying to mask his anger. You’re looking down in shame, having no idea how he looks right now. “You were going through my stuff?” he tries to be quiet — you’re in the restaurant full of people — but he rises his voice a little bit causing you to shoot your eyes at him. You see how he tries to control himself and you gulp.

“No!” you quickly deny shaking your head. “I was putting your fresh clothes and I just--saw it. I’m sorry, okay?” you apologise and he stays quiet gulping the rest of his red wine.

You really screwed up, didn’t you?

“So...” you start and he gives you a look which you don’t like. He doesn’t necessarily look at you like he’s really angry but something about his eyes — the way they’re not shining happily — makes you feel weird about it. “Where is it?”

“Where is what, Y/N?” he asks looking straight into your eyes and you gulp. He barely calls you by your name. Usually it’s full of pet names — especially your favorite one. “The necklace.” you answer with whisper and he clenches his jaw.

“It wasn’t mine.” he answers casually already pouring himself another glass of wine. You sit there dumbfounded with your mouth opened.

“Oh,” you say awkwardly fumbling nervously with your fingers under the table.

“It was Jimin’s, he asked me if I can hide it. So I did.” he answers.

You feel like a complete idiot, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. You’re idiot, Y/N. This is why you should never go through anyone’s stuff.

“Jimin has a girlfriend?” You asked surprised knowing how picky Jimin gets.

He’s all about ‘I don’t need anyone to make me happy, I’m happy with myself and only myself’. You guess someone might broke his thick wall to his heart.

“Yeah.” he answers with short answer but you wait for more.

“And? Tell me more. Who is she?” you ask suddenly feeling excited about this.

“Jesus, Y/N. Stop stuffing your face into someone’s privacy.” he exclaims suddenly and your smile drops.

Wait, did he just roll your eyes at you?

And the tone? The waiter comes to save the awkward atmosphere between you two causing Taehyung to ask him for the check. He takes the dirty and empty plates with him, telling you he’ll be right back with your check. You sit there quietly full of sadness, trying to somehow understand what the hell has just happened. He never really talked to you like that. So cold. This is just so not Taehyung you know.

“I’m sorry, this is your day. I don’t want to ruin it,” he speaks up, softly reaching to the table. You look at his hand waving with his fingers at you. But you stay sitting there feeling too offended and probably mostly hurt. He sighs pouting at you. “I’m sorry, I don’t want this day to be about Jimin or anyone else. I want this day to be about you.” he speaks and you look at him giving you an apologetic smile. You bite into your lip reaching for his hands which cups yours.

You pull the curtain away revealing short silver dress for Taehyung’s eyes. He scans your posture and bites his lips as he sees the dress hugging your curves perfectly. “I’m not sure about this one.” you mumble turning around watching your reflection. These dress look nice but you’re just not sure about them. You cock your head to the side, pursing your lips thinking if you should buy these or not. Taehyung stands up and walks up to you, hands hugging your stomach pulling you closer to him. You feel his chest on your back while he kisses your neck.

“You’re beautiful,” he says softly and you smile looking at his hands slowly caressing your stomach. “You should buy them.” he slowly caress your ass and you tense.

“Taehyung, we’re in the shop. Someone might see.” you speak quietly looking at him in the reflection.

He smirks before kissing your neck softly with his plump and soft lips. You’re ready to tell him off but his phone rings causing him to grunt annoyingly but still pulls his phone out of his pocket. You don’t see who’s calling him, too busy with checking yourself out.

“Hey, I need to take this,” he says backing out from cabin his phone still ringing. Why doesn’t he answer? “I’ll be right back.” he says, quickly walking out of the cabins room. Why couldn’t he just answer the phone here? You shrug it off pulling the curtain, so no one would see you changing your clothes. After you’re back in your clothes, you decide to buy those dress just because Taehyung likes it. You’re still not sure about it, but the way he looked at you makes you think he definitely liked it. You pay for the dress seeing Taehyung nowhere in sight. You sigh thanking the cashier for the shopping bag she handles you. As you walk out of the store someone calls your name causing you to turn around in confusion.

Soon enough you see familiar smile your way and your face immediately lights up. “Jimin!” you call out already in huge hug he gives you. He pulls away grinning at you.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you in so long! Why don’t you come with us anymore?” He asks making you bite the inside of your cheek. What are you suppose to tell him? Sometimes you feel like you’d want to hang out with Taehyung’s friends like you used to. They’re fun people to be around and they all like your presence. But Taehyung doesn’t ask you to come with them anymore and you don’t want to exactly call out Taehyung for that.

“I’m busy,” you answer — which is a complete lie because beside your work, you don’t exactly do anything specific. With Seulgi being still on her vacation in Greece, you don’t get to spend your free time with her. Maybe you should find something active for you to do. Maybe some yoga or something.

Jimin pouts at you, looking disappointed by your answer. Great, now he thinks you don’t want hang out with them or something. “Besides, you guys need to talk about your stuff and I don’t want to intrude.” you add seeing him furrow his eyebrows at you.

“You wouldn’t intrude, you know that.” he speaks seriously making you let out a nervous laugh. He amiles at you and you suddenly remember Taehyung’s words. You smirk a little bit, nudging his shoulder while he looks at you with confusion.

“But why don’t you commend?” you grin at him cheekily while he still looks at you with confusion. “Commend with what?”

Oh, he’s a great actor so he must be acting like he has no idea what you’re talking about. “You know, with your girlfriend.” you raise your brows at him teasingly but his features doesn’t change.

“What are you talking about?” he asks you while he lets out a laugh. He looks at you like you’re some lunatic and you stop grinning.

“You’ve a girlfriend, no?” you ask back in confusion wondering if he’s just acting but he really does look genuinely confused.

He shakes his head. “Y/N, I don’t have any girlfriend.” he informs you while your eyes widen. You gulp thinking about what Taehyung said. He said Jimin, right? Maybe you messed up the name and he actually said someone else’s name. But then-- he really said Jimin. That’s why you were so confused. No, it definitely has to be Jimin.

“Oh, sorry then. I thought...” you trail off awkwardly and he chuckles at you.

“Hey, don’t worry about it.” he assures you with a light nudge to your shoulder. “I gotta go, I’ll check up with you later. Don’t forget to come, we all want to see you!” he says as he backs away with wave.

You wave at him with smile watching him disappear in the shopping mall. You walk out of the store completely confused. Why would Taehyung lie? What-- did he really lie?

Something definitely isn’t right.

Couple days later you’re cutting the vegetables to make a soup hearing the front door closing. You hear him putting his shoes away soon followed with his footsteps. You don’t turn around focusing on cutting the vegetable when you feel his arms wrapping around your frame. He kisses your cheek while humming. “What are you cooking?” he asks softly stepping away.

“Vegetable soup.” you answer casually turning around to greet him properly. You smile excited to see him well because... you love him and you’ve missed him. You kiss him looking at his plump lips before scrunching your brows.

“You’ve something on your face,” you say putting your thumb in your mouth before trying to wipe whatever food stain he has there. Your brows furrows even more when your thumb only tugs the stain. It’s not just some stain from food. It’s lipstick. “What the hell, Taehyung?” you ask backing away from him. He stops smiling looking at you confusingly.

“What?” he asks cluelessly touching his cheek where you touched him.

“You’ve a lipstick on your face,” you answer feeling your heart beating somewhere in your throat. His eyes widens and you see something you barely get to see on Taehyung’s face. Fear. “What the fuck?” you exclaim while he rubs his cheek. He looks at his fingers which are now stained with red color. His cheeks are even more stained and red than before.

“It’s not what it looks like,” he says denying whatever thoughts you’re having right now. He sees the anger and hurt in your eyes and his heart clenches at that sight. “I met my old colleague and she kissed my cheek.” he explains and you almost scoff. You’re searching his face for whatever that could tell you if he lies. But he only pleads, sucking his lower lip looking with you with those big eyes.

“Are you telling the truth?” you ask softly and he bites the inside of his cheek. He nods reaching out for you pulling to his body. He hugs you closely kissing you into your hair. He closes his eyes holding you close although your eyes are fully open and heart breaking when you can smell the scent of vanilla and flowery scent. The perfume you already once smelled on his clothes.

You laugh at one of Hoseok’s funny expressions trying to mimic Jin’s broad shoulders. All of the guys laughing including you. “Yah!” Jin throws a fit reaching for a pillow laying next to him, simply throwing it at Hoseok.

He easily dodges it continuing with making everyone laugh. Jin’s ears are all red from embarrassment but there’s a smile playing on his plump lips. You were finally invited to hangout with Taehyung’s friends and you’ve missed them. They’ve been in your live ever since you met Taehyung.

“Come on, cheer up little bit.” Seulgi says to you judging you into your shoulder while you roll your eyes. “It’s going to be fine.” she says checking herself in the mirror for the tenth time in the past five minutes.

“I don’t even know that guy,” you grumble hating how that lipgloss Seulgi put on you feels. It’s too sticky for you.

“Me neither, but I know Taehyung.” she shrugs and you loudly groan at her. This is going to be so embarrassing.

Your best friend, set you up on a double date with her and some guy she likes. Wait, like is probably too weak of a statement. She’s obssesed about that Taehyung guy constantly talking about him to the point it started to annoy you everytime she mentioned him. He asked her on the date but it kind of became double date with you and his best friend. You don’t even know how but you don’t even want to know. All you know is that you’re feeling freaking embarrassing for her to drag you out on this date.

“They’re here!” she yells loudly and you cringe at her loud voice looking the way she’s pointing. You can’t see properly since it’s already dark outside and they’re standing on the side of the cinema where lamp lights doesn’t reach that much. You don’t even question how she could recognize Taehyung from this distance. She scurries from her car waiting for you to come out but you only sit there suddenly feeling nervous. You don’t even know the guy! What if he’s some douchebag? The hell, you don’t even know Taehyung only from her constant talking about him.

The sudden sound of tapping on the window next to you makes you flinch in surprise and you see Seulgi impatient gaze. “Get out!” she exclaims and you roll your eyes before opening the door.

“You’re annoying, you know that, right?” you grumble while she grins at you intertwining your hands together. You feel fucking embarrassing when you’re coming closer to the two guys waiting for you. One of the guys turns around and you almost gasp. He even looks better than on the photos. He smiles your way waving at the both of you and you almost melt at the sight of his boxy smile.

“Hey!” he greets you with kind and generous smile. And his voice. It sounds too sweet, soft but deep and you suddenly get what Seulgi meant when she told you that.

“Hey, Taehyung.” she shyly smiles and you suddenly snort causing him to look at you. Seulgi and shy? Those two words don’t go together. She nudges you to your shoulder and you just innocently shrug feeling the pair of eyes looking at you. “This is my best friend, Y/N.” she introduces you kind of annoyed at you feeling like you’ve embarrassed her. Of course, she feels that way — this is her longest crush and you just snorted in front of him because of her.

“Well, nice to meet you, Y/N.” he speaks smiling showing his teeth, one of his teeth slightly crooked but it’s barely visible. God, you’re starting to sound like Seulgi. “This is my best friend, Jimin.” he continues pointing to the guy standing beside him. You finally notice him — he gives you an eye smile your way already reaching his hand for you to shake yours. You gladly obey liking that he isn’t as shy as you’re. You watch his features which gives you friendly vibe and god — he looks like an actual god. Where did Seulgi meet these guys?

“Hi, Jimin” you speak and the guy simply grins at you saying soft ‘hi’ with his angelic voice. You notice their height difference — Taehyung being slightly taller than Jimin.

“Can we go to see this movie? I heard it’s really amazing.” Seulgi speaks already walking to Taehyung’s side and he gives her smile while you just stand there and watch his face. “Yeah, sure let’s go.” he says.

The movie she picked is... well disaster. It’s supposed to be horror but instead it’s just cheesy scenes with loud sound effects causing everyone to gasp or scream. But the scene itself isn’t scary at all — and you’re mostly scared of horrors.

“It’s awful, isn’t it?” you hear deep voice beside you while you’re munching on popcorn. You look down seeing some of the popcorn on your legs and you quickly eat them.

“What? The popcorn?” you ask and you hear him chuckle. You look at him, the light from movie allowing to see his face clearer. He shuts his eyes while he laughs at you before opening them looking straight at you.

“No, the movie.” he answers and you feel the sudden rush of embarrassment fill you.

“Oh,” you exclaim putting the popcorn down on the floor praying it won’t spill. “Yeah, it’s awful.” you agree with him reaching for your coke. You slightly sip from it only to hear sounds your straw is doing — it’s empty. You’ve drank everything and you only sigh in disappointment.

“Let’s get another one, I drank mine as well.” he suggests and you happily nod just to escape from seeing this low quality movie. You both stand up causing Seulgi to look at you both in confusion. “We’re getting another drinks. Do you want something?” he asks her sweetly and she shakes her head smiling at him. You don’t see his face, only his back that it’s facing you. You follow him through the steps cursing at the low light on stairs. You pray you won’t fall down or something but you see Taehyung glancing behind his back at you keeping himself close to you in case you’d actually fall. When you’re out of the movie hall you both happily sigh causing the both of you to laugh.

“I’ve never seen such a horrible movie,” Taehyung scoffs walking beside you to a counter with snacks. “I’m sorry if you were the one who picked movie but...” he trails off but you only laugh shaking your head.

“I didn’t. Seulgi did.” you answer and he only nod greeting young guy behind the counter. He asks for your order while Taehyung answers him asking you if you want something else. You just kindly shake your head already fishing out your wallet but Taehyung quickly pays.

“Hey, I’d pay for it.” you say with pout taking your coke from his hands saying ‘thank you’.

“It’s okay, I wanted to pay.” he waves at you giving you one of his sweetest smiles. In the hall, there are small red couches for rest — basically for the people who waits for the movie to start when the movie hall isn’t opened yet. “Do you want to sit down for a bit?” he asks pointing to the red couches. You gladly nod already sitting down.

“So, who are you really, Y/N?” he asks teasingly alright a grin causing your heart to beat somehow faster. You point behind him causing him to turn around seeing a small bin. He laughs at you shaking his head. “Stop it.” he says to you disapprovingly while still shaking his head.

“Why? I answered you!” you exclaim jokingly and small smile is playing on his lips.

“You’re nowhere near that.” he suddenly says too seriously causing you to stop smiling. You blush looking down onto your thighs.

“But who are you, Taehyung?” you ask, quickly adverting attention onto him. Under the light, you notice small mole on his nose and on his lower lip making him look even more unique. He just grins shrugging his shoulders.

“I’m still trying to figure it out.” he answers with soft smile.

You both talk for another minutes getting to know each other little bit more. You find out he likes to paint in his free time but it’s hard to combine it with his hectic life. He talks about his parents and his younger brother, which he dearly loves and feels like he has to protect him at all costs. You get to know he likes hugging too much and is clingy. He gets to know that your parents got divorced when you were a kid, both happily with their other partners. They get along well even after the divorce, putting at least some peace to your heart. He finds out you like to spend your free time writing but you’re too insecure to do it more seriously. So instead, you’re anonymously posting it on different apps. You’ve never really told anyone about your writing — except Seulgi. You’ve no idea what made you entrust Taehyung but something is simply radiating from him. Something that makes you feel like you can trust him and tell him your deepest secrets and he wouldn’t tell anyone.

“She really likes you, you know?” you suddenly speak when it’s quiet between you two. Both too busy with your thoughts. He lifts up his gaze at you knowing that you’re talking about Seulgi.

“And you?” he asks carefully watching your every feature appreciating your natural features. He can see slight imperfections on your face but that’s what makes it you. Even the awful sticky lipgloss got washed away with your constant drinking and eating popcorn. Which you’re grateful for. You hold you breath looking at him. He suddenly looks serious and somehow nervous. “Do you like me?” he asks almost whispering and you gulp. Do you like him? You’ve met him for the first time just like three hours ago, but talking with him got you an idea about who he really is. And weirdly enough, you enjoyed his company and everything he told you. You listened carefully every word he let out from his amazingly plump lips.

“Yeah, I do.” you answer softly and he grins at you leaning towards you.

“Good, because I like you too.” he says before people start to come out from the movie hall. Soon enough, Seulgi and Jimin walks to you with confused faces.

“Where did you guys go?” Seulgi asks as soon as she’s near you both. She holds your popcorn handing it to you and you stuff your mouth with it just not to be the one who has to answer. Taehyung snorts, loudly exactly like you did before you were even introduced to him.

“We didn’t really like the movie. Did it end?” he asks and Seulgi nods her head eyeing the both of you. “Good, do you guys want to eat?” He asks standing up.

“Yes!” you answer loudly and excitedly before anyone even could. “I’m craving for McDonald’s.” you say dreamily already imaging the taste of hamburger and extremely salty fries on your tongue.

Taehyung doesn’t wait for anyone else’s answer. “Great! McDonald’s it is!” he says grinning at you, you two completely obvious to Seulgi’s and Jimin’s side glances.

The whole time all of you were in McDonald’s, eating unhealthy but tasty food, you and Taehyung never shut up. You both talked the whole time barely trying to incorporate Seulgi or Jimin into the conversation. They silently ate while listening to your happy conversations. The weirdest thing is, Jimin — the little social butterfly — was quiet the whole time simply knowing grin on his lips supporting his best friend. When you said your goodbyes which involved hugs you enjoyed. Especially Taehyung’s legendary hugs.

When you and Seulgi are alone, you sit into her car but she doesn’t start the engine. She’s simply staring in front of her while you’re grinning ear to ear. “Well, this is the biggest plot twist.” she speaks and you furrow your brows for a moment.

“What is?” you ask completely obvious already seeing Taehyung texted you. While you were talking he asked for your number and you happily gave it him.

taehyung: I enjoyed today, hope I get to see you soon ;)

“My crush is having a crush on my best friend.” she speaks sitting there all dumbfounded while your phone almost falls from your hand.

“W—what?” you ask nervously knowing how she really likes Taehyung. Maybe giving him your phone number wasn’t so great move.

“Come on! You obviously like each other and you’ve that... spark.” she explains but she doesn’t seem mad. She simply tells you still feeling kind of surprised by all of this.

“I—I, no... you’re wrong. It’s not like—“

She laughs causing you to stop and look at her all confused. “I’m not mad, dummy. I just never thought you’d like Taehyung so much. Thankfully, Jimin was dragged to this date just like you,” she tells you while you’re staring at her with opened mouth. “Actually, Taehyung is the only guy I officially approve with you.” she says, smiling at you before both of you starts to laugh at how the night turned out.

“Okay, okay! That’s enough!” Jin’s loud voice booms out while he stands out trying to look intimidating at Hoseok. He only laughs finally stopping at mocking Jin. You look around the room, your gaze stopping at Taehyung and Jimin talking. Your eyebrows slightly furrows when you see they’ve some heated conversation. Taehyung is trying to calm him down while Jimin covers his face with his hands. What the hell is going on? You quickly advert your eyes when Jimin’s coming into the living room. You see him standing not so far away from you and you decide to give him a glance. He looks at you in this weird way while he bites the inside of his cheek.

“Hey, are you okay? You look... stressed.” you speak up quietly not wanting to gain everyone’s attention. Taehyung disappeared somewhere making you wonder what their conversation was about.

“I’m okay.” he tells you and smiles at you but it’s different. It doesn’t look real and he quickly adverts his eyes at you, almost not wanting to look at you.

You open your mouth to say something to him but he quickly stands up sitting next to Jeongguk. The weirdest thing is, the couch where he’s sitting is already full and there’s no place for him to sit. Instead, he sits on the arm rest nudging Jeongguk’s arm causing the younger to scold him. The couch where you’re sitting has still some place for him to sit. It’s like he’s avoiding you but... why would he avoid you? He gives you a quick glance giving you one of his fake smiles before nervously gulping.

It’s like he’s hiding something. Something he doesn’t want to tell you.

You close the front door, the familiar scent of home welcoming you. You put your keys onto the small chest of drawers before taking of your shoes. You’re hanging your coat onto the hanger when you can hear quick footsteps coming your way. “Where were you?” Taehyung comes into your vision, sternly looking at you — looking like someone just pissed him off.

“What are you doing home? Weren’t you suppose to hang out with guys?” you ask softly and he breaths out pinching the root of his nose.

“Where were you?” he asks lowly causing you to furrow your brows.

“I went to see one of my old friends because I thought you’d come home later. And I didn’t know what to do,” you shrug innocently and his gaze somehow softens. But it lasts only few seconds before he looks angry once again. “What are you doing home? Did something happen?” you ask him and he shuts his eyes for a moment.

“I just... got into a fight and I’m stressed out, I guess.” he answers looking even more frustrated and you feel like he’ll snap at you any moment. Taehyung barely gets this frustrated, it must’ve been a huge fight if he’s acting like this.

“With who? One of the guys?” The question itself is an innocent one and completely clueless, but it somehow makes him even more frustrated.

“Yeah,” he mumbles scratching the back of his neck. You’re about to ask more but he quickly speaks. “I don’t want to talk about it.” he adds and you only nod in understatement. He’ll tell you, eventually.

You’re walking to your bedroom ready to change your clothes while he’s slowly trailing after you. He watches you as you strip from your T-shirt leaving you in your jeans only. He bites his lip slowly walking to the bed and sitting on the edge. The black bralette is holding your breasts perfectly and he shifts on his spot. You feel his eyes on you so you look up at him while fiddling with the little button on your jeans.

“What?” you ask innocently as he bites his lip. He shuts his eyes for a moment before he opens them.

“Come here.” He speaks softly and you forget about the button on your jeans slowly walking to him. He reaches for you pulling your body closer. He buries his face into your naked stomach. His breath tickling your skin but you don’t pull away enjoying the closeness between you two. You hug his head more to your body playing with his dark hair which used to be blonde when the two of you met. He slightly pulls away just to kiss your stomach while caressing your hips. He looks up at you biting the inside of his cheek like he’s thinking about something.

“Taehyung?” you ask quietly suddenly feeling weird about his behaviour. Something’s off about him.

“Please make me feel good,” he speaks not looking at you. You wait slowly caressing his hair which is slightly damaged from the constant dyeing. “I need you, princess.”

He sounds almost desperate and you watch him as he pulls away to look at you. His eyes are dark and almost hurt at the same time. You’ve no idea what exactly happened but you want to be there for him. And he needs you.

“What do you want me to do?” you ask, biting your lip and he almost curses at the sight. He doesn’t deserve you. He knows that but yet he is too selfish to let you go.

“Get on your knees,” he commands — his whole persona changing all of the sudden. His dark eyes are filled with lust and fire. You drop onto your knees looking up at him for a moment before you reach for his belt. You unbuckle it and he lifts up his hips to help you taking off his jeans. The black boxer briefs are holding is hardened length somehow in place and you almost drool at the sight of his bulge. It’s been awhile since you’ve had sex. You’re both too busy — well, Taehyung is. He comes home later than usual and he looks too tired to even pay that kind of attention to you. And of course, you don’t want to come as needy girlfriend who needs sex everyday. You slowly caress his bulge over his boxer briefs and he curses biting his lower plump lip. Those god damn lips.

“Stop teasing me,” he warns you through his gritted teeth and you chuckle before pulling it down. His length springs free and you’ve to swallow all the saliva that was about to drip out of your mouth. You waste no time in gripping it in your small hands — but still not too tight. Just as he loves it. You slowly spread his pre-cum with your thumb onto his length slowly pumping it. He sighs in satisfaction and you reach out for a kiss. He kisses you slightly before you move to his neck. You kiss him there sucking his skin lightly before he speaks up. “No marks.” He says to you and your brows shoots open for a moment.

No marks? Since when he minds it?

He’s usually the one who leaves marks all over your chest and neck area and you barely do it — but he never minded that. You lick a long stripe from his balls to the very top of his length causing him to throw his head back. You put his length into your mouth trying to take as much as possible while sucking him. His fingers intertwines into your soft hair slightly pushing you onto his length even more before you accidentally gag around him. “Take my cock, princess. Do you like your pretty lips wrapped around my thick fat cock?” he asks with a raspy voice, gripping your hair even tighter but you don’t mind the slight pain. It’s pleasing so you hum around him — the vibration causing him to hiss. You pick your pace bobbing your head up and down feeling him hit the back of your throat. You’re trying not to gag around him focusing on breathing through your nose. You cup his balls into your other hand causing him to moan out loud. The small patch of hair hitting your nose slightly tickling it but you don’t care. You feel yourself dripping down your underwear, the simply sounds of Taehyung moaning turning you on. Your hand cups his thigh, your nails digging into his flesh when you feel your eyes getting watery as he hits the back of your mouth. He doesn’t mind your nails, not when he’s buried inside your mouth. You see his thighs clenching and unclenching and that’s your clue to know he’s close to his climax. You swallow around him and that’s when he lets go. He’s cumming in your mouth and you’re trying to swallow as much as you can. He lets out the most beautiful moan while his length softens in your mouth and you pull away licking his cum from your lips. Your lips glisten from his cum while your knees aches from the wood floor.

“Thank you.” he says standing up walking to the bathroom.

Did he just thank you for a blowjob? And did he just walk away leaving you... like that? You slowly stand up and sit on the bed sitting all dumbfounded while weird feeling is in your chest.

You nervously bite on your nails hating the fact that you’re ruining it again, but that’s what you do when you’re nervous. It’s a common habit amongst people and you’re a part of those people. Your thumb nervously fiddles above Taehyung’s phone number deciding whether you should call him or not. Lately, he’s been very distant and you don’t want to annoy him any further. But at the same time — you won’t let him step all over you. If you’d be the one who doesn’t really let him know about your whereabouts he’d throw a huge fit. But at the same — maybe he wouldn’t. It’s like he doesn’t really pay you any attention. After the blowjob you gave him two days ago he barely touched you. He doesn’t even kisses you anymore. It’s like you’re two strangers living in the same apartment. Maybe something’s bothering him and he doesn’t want to tell you. You’ve this weird feeling in your chest that you don’t want to even think about or say it loudly. Because then — it’ll became reality. You groan clicking on the ‘call’ button patiently waiting for him to answer. He doesn’t. So you try it again. It rings for couple of seconds and when you’re ready to throw the phone away, you hear his voice.

“Hello?” he asks, probably obvious who’s calling him. Didn’t he check who’s calling him?

“Hey, where are you?” you ask him trying to sound as much normal as you can. Silence. He’s silent for a moment before you hear some rustling on the other line causing your brows to furrow.

“Oh, hey. I’m just at... Jimin’s.” he answers but his voice sounds weird. Wasn’t he suppose to hang out with them at some pub? What is he doing at Jimin’s? It doesn’t just add up and you’re suspicious not letting your common sense win. You’re in denial.

“Oh, okay. Say hi to him.” you say biting into your lip. He coughs before letting out weird chuckle.

“Okay, I will.” He says but then you hear some other voice — voice you’ve never heard in your entire life. “Come back to bed.” It’s too muffled and that person want it it to sound quiet but you hear it nevertheless. Your vision gets blurred by your tears as you bite into your lip really hard. It hurts but you don’t care. The voice — it definitely isn’t Jimin. It sounded too feminine.

“Who was that?” you ask lowly trying to control your voice. You try to sound cluelessly and it probably works when he speaks. “Oh, Jimin is calling with someone. I gotta go, I’ll be home soon.” And just like that he cancels the call. But your tears are already flowing down your cheeks while you bury your face into your hands.

Later on, your best friend Seulgi comes back from her vacation. You’re trying to cover your red eyes by not crying which isn’t really that easy. You want nothing more than to bawl your eyes out. You think you did a great job at hiding whatever evidence of sadness when she seems cheerfully talking about her vacation and all the people she met there. She doesn’t question you, not even once. It’s just when she’s done with her rambling she looks at you searching your face. You laugh at her expression. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Spill it,” she says and you gulp. “What happened?” she gives you a knowing look letting you know you won’t get out of this so easily. And you don’t even want to. You want to talk about this with someone, you need it.

“I think...” you trail off trying to swallow that huge lump in your throat. You breath out while shutting your eyes. Okay, this seems worse than you thought. She doesn’t pressure you into anything, simply waiting for you to say something. “I think... Taehyung is cheating on me.” you say loudly for the first time. And just like that — it becomes reality and you start crying. She quickly scurries to you, her hands already wrapped around your fragile body pulling you closer to her. You’re wetting her shirt but she doesn’t care and neither do you.

“Are you sure?” she asks softly her voice kind of quivering not quite believing your words.

Taehyung? That sweetheart who fell in love with you during the first date which wasn’t even yours? You pull away wiping your tears off telling her everything you know. From his constant disappearing, then lying about Jimin’s non existent girlfriend to today’s call. You don’t forget that awful scent you get to smell on his clothes. “I will fucking kill him!” she exclaims angrily, her face getting red.

“I—I don’t know it for sure. I just... I kind of know but I’ve never really seen any evidence. Maybe I’m wrong, maybe he just doesn’t love me anymore. I don’t know...” you say once you’ve calmed down. Seulgi shakes her head angrily at the thought of Taehyung cheating on you. You’re the kindest and sweetest person she knows. And you’re her best friend — nobody messes with her best friend. Not even a guy she used to have a crush on.

“Then we will follow him,” she shrugs and you widen your eyes. “No, we can’t!” you shake your head but the plan doesn’t sound so bad.

“Why can’t we? He’s acting shady and following him might give us that evidence.” she says stubbornly.

“I don’t think we should really jump right into following him.” you mumble. The thing is, you don’t mind following him. That’s not what you’re scared — of getting caught or whatever. You’re scared of knowing the truth. And Seulgi knows that.

“Fine, then I’ve a plan,” she speaks and you raise your brow in question. “You’ve to go through his phone. See any messages, photos. He might deleted it all but if you found out he deleted it, that’s when you know he’s hiding something.” she says and you nod. You agree with that.

Once Seulgi leaves and Taehyung comes — both not meeting with each other thankfully. Seulgi would probably jump right onto him beating his ass and it would ruin your plan. There’s a still chance you’re wrong. And you don’t want to look like an idiot accusing him about something which may not be even true. You wait as he goes to take a shower, which he went as soon as he came home. His phone lays comfortably on his nightstand. When you hear the sound of water droplets you stand up slowly walking to his phone. You press the home button revealing blue neutral lock screen and your brows furrows. It used to be a picture of you and him in Seoul, when you went there for a weekend. It pains you, even more than you’d like to admit. But you’ve a plan and job to do. You click it once typing the password. Your mouth opens when you’ve put the wrong password. It used to be a date of when the both of you met. You try it again in case you messed it up — but the same thing shows; ‘PASSWORD INCORRECT’. He changed his password. You don’t realize you stand there absolutely frozen, the sound of water stopping and him sliding the shower door makes you jolt awake. You quickly scurry to your side of the bed jumping into the sheets quickly grabbing your own phone. He comes out just couple of seconds after already in his pajamas. He silently lays down shutting off his light. He doesn’t say a word turning to you with his back. You find Seulgi’s number messaging her. ‘he changed his password’ and answer comes right after a few seconds. It’s like she’s been waiting for your message — but then, she probably did.

seulgi: that son of a bitch!!!!!

She writes and you bite into your lip. You need another plan.

You wake up as you feel weird feeling between your legs causing you to stir. You don’t open your eyes, ready to continue dreaming. But soon enough you feel fingers on your slit and you open your eyes. You look back seeing Taehyung pressed onto your back with his chest slowly kissing your shoulder. “What are you doing, Taehyung?” you rasp out with your morning voice but you’re soon cut off with a low moan when he teases your entrance. His hardened length is pressed onto your lower back and you look back to see him fully naked. When did he even take off his pajamas?

“I need you, princess.” he murmurs against your neck playing with the hem of your pyjamas shorts. He slowly takes them off as you help him. He cups your breast under your pajamas tank top squeezing it causing you to bite into your lip in pure satisfaction. “Can I have you?” he asks almost pleadingly.

“Oh, yes.” you moan out shamelessly as he inserts his one finger into your tight hole. He gives it a couple of pushes before he puts your panties aside. Bringing his cock head to your slit as he teasingly moves it up and down you groan at him. He smirks against your skin before slowly pushing it. You gasp out as you try take all of him, his width stretching your slick walls. He slowly thrusts into you enjoying the warmth and feel of you wrapped around him. This time it’s different. He’s not fucking you like he used to, it’s almost like he’s making a love to you. “Taehyung.” you moan as he hums against your skin gently biting into it. His thrusts picks up its pace and you feel yourself clenching around him. You’re close. You grasp his hand which is closed over your breast squeezing it hard as you shut your eyes. “Taehyung...” Your voice filled with love while you gasp into the soft pillow. “I...” You try to tell him those three words that you both haven’t said in so long.

“I know, I know princess.” he says, his voice sounding unusual and kind of quivering. You don’t pay that much attention to it quickly cumming around him as his thrusts turns sloppy and he’s emptying himself into you. He fucks his cum into you before pulling away from you laying on his back. You both try to calm down your breathing and you turn around onto your back.

You look at him seeing him stare at the ceiling, not covering himself. Something’s wrong. “Taehyung--“ You try to speak but he quickly stands up leaving you there laying in empty bed now.

What the fuck has just happened?

“You did what?! You’re fucking stupid!” Your friend exclaims ending it with a face palm. You bite the inside your cheek knowing she’s kind of right. Sleeping with Taehyung knowing he is probably cheating on you wasn’t one of your smartest and proudest moments in your life.

“It just happened... I don’t even know how.” you mumble and she raises a brow.

“Should I tell you how?” she crosses her arms over her chest and you roll your eyes.

“You should shut up,” you grumble and she gasps at you but there is a slight glint of amusement in her brown eyes. “But what should I do? He changed his password and even changed his lock screen which used to be the picture of us. This is getting really shady and I don’t like it.” you tell her while she listens to your carefully. She tucks her fingers under chin to emphasize her thinking.

“Easy, we need to follow him.” she shrugs and to be honest you don’t really like that idea. And you exactly tell her that but she only scoffs.

“I don’t think this is good idea.” you say as you shift in the seat of Seulgi’s car. You’re currently parking near building where’s Taehyung working — having a perfect view of the entrance door. It’s quite big building so a lot of people comes in and out. But you’ve to give an applause for Seulgi’s following skills. She parked the car between others so it’s kind of hidden. There’s a small chance Taehyung would see her car — he’d have to probably look for it to see it.

“Oh, will you shut up?” Seulgi rolls her eyes before giving you a grin. You sadly smile back at her and she notices it. “No matter how it’ll turn out, you always have me. I’ll kick his ass for you.” she tells you and you let out small chuckle. Taehyung texted you earlier saying he’d hang out with the boys so he’ll come home later.

When you first saw his message you weren’t even surprised. You feel like he’s avoiding you but maybe not even that — more like he doesn’t want to be with you. And it makes it even more real and possible for him to cheat. You’re not sure if you want to know the truth. Because you’ve a weird feeling it’s going to hurt you either way. But at the same time — you’ve to know the truth.

You sit there for a couple of more minutes — his shift ending ten minutes ago which means he’ll leave the building soon. You’re feeling even more nervous while you bite your nails. Seulgi notices but she doesn’t say anything knowing it somehow calms you down a little bit. Soon enough he’s walking out of the building in his black suit. His leather black briefcase is in his hands as he walks up to his car. He unlocks it before going into the car. You both are watching the car as the lights lighten up and he slowly drives out of the parking lot. That’s when Seulgi starts engine on her own car slowly driving behind him. “Don’t go so close, he will notice.” you say in panic but she only sighs.

“Don’t worry, he won’t.” she assures you but you don’t believe her even one single world. He doesn’t drive for too long simply parking it at some pub. He walks out of the car locking it before walking in. But you don’t see any further as wooden door closes behind him.

“And now what?” you ask dumbfounded feeling like your whole plan has just failed. But Seulgi has it cover as she grins, the slight provocative smirk on her red lips.

“Now we’re going in.” she answers unbuckling her seatbelt.

“Wait, what? No, no, no. We can’t go in just like that. He’ll notice us for sure!” you panic while she stares as you.

The thing is, she knows why you’re nervous. She’s already been there when she had her second boyfriend. He cheated on her and he fucked her up. That’s why she knows all these good following techniques.

“Okay, so what are you suggesting?” she asks you and you sigh. You’re suggesting to go home but at the same time you don’t want to. You’re too close to just back out now. You’ll regret it later when something even more shady happens.

“I think I should go alone there,” you answer and her brows shoots upwards in surprise. “I need to do this alone.” you add and she understandingly nods. You unbuckle your own seatbelt opening the car’s door. She gives you an encouraging smile and you smile back, although your smile isn’t sincere. You feel your palms are sweating and the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach lingers. You could throw up right now from all the nervousness.

“Keep me updated, I’ll be waiting right here.” she says as you’re closing the door. You just nod slowly walking to the pub.

As you walk in, it’s really dark inside. The interior is mostly made out of wood while music plays in the background. There are quite a lot of people which you’re glad about — you’ll blend in more easily. You’re trying to look for Taehyung but you don’t see him anywhere. You quickly sit in the corner of a bar, which isn’t that lighten up so you’ll be hidden in there. The older man comes up to you behind the bar asking you what would you like to drink. You order just simple coke ignoring his weird stares at you. He probably thinks what the hell are you doing here and ordering only a coke. But you don’t pay him any attention focusing around your surrounding. Soon enough you see the dark hair and his too elegant suit for him to be wearing it in a pub. But he’s not alone. The man puts your coke in front of you and you quickly thank him not sparing him even a glance. Your eyes are glued on Taehyung’s back as he sits down revealing Hoseok and Namjoon sitting there. You feel like a complete idiot already ready to text Seulgi.

You’re ready to stand up when there’s someone coming to you. You almost sigh in relief when it’s not Taehyung or anyone you know. “What pretty girl like you’re doing in this shit hole?” he asks, dark beard covering his chin. There are slight wrinkles around his eyes so you estimate he’s in his late thirties. He doesn’t look that bad actually — nice pattern orange shirt covering his torso while his hair are laid nicely.

What the fuck are you suppose to say? Oh yeah, I’m just following my boyfriend and you? “I don’t know, to be honest.” you mumble giving him a look before looking away. He doesn’t look like he’s dangerous but he’s still a stranger. And he kind of annoys you.

“Well, what are you drinking? Your next drink is on me,” he says as he looks at the drink in front of you. He chuckles when he’s seeing simple coke instead of any hard liquor he was expecting. “Are you smoking?” he asks as he puts his pack of cigarettes on the counter. The air is filled with smoke and you’re not a fan of it.

You slowly shake you head and he chuckles once again. “Seriously, what are you doing here? You don’t belong here.” he speaks but in not an offensive way. It’s more like he’s really curious and he doesn’t understand why are you even here. You just shrug sipping from your coke. He stands there for a couple of moments and you find an awkward atmosphere between you two. “I’ve my motorcycle outside. Do you wanna go for a ride?” he asks you and that’s when you start to feel very uncomfortable.

You’re about to open your mouth somehow politely decline him, but someone beats you to it. “No, she doesn’t.” You look behind the guy seeing Taehyung’s hard and cold stare that he’s giving you behind the guy’s shoulder. You want to shrink in your seat as you nervously gulp. Fuck. You’re screwed.

The guy slowly turns around lazy grin on his lips. “And who are you?” he asks causing Taehyung to clench his jaw. You can see it perfectly as the dim light creates the shades of his face, his sharp features even more visible.

“I’m her boyfriend,” he bites and the guy’s grin slowly fades away figuring out Taehyung didn’t come to play. He straightens his posture looking at you before looking back at Taehyung. “Now get lost.” he snaps causing him to grab his pack of cigarettes walking away. The fact that the guy is older than Taehyung and still managed to scare him with his cold glare — you almost want to laugh at that guy’s scared expression but you don’t when you feel Taehyung’s cold stare.

“What are you doing here?” he asks lowly and you look behind him. Hoseok and Namjoon are looking at the two of you, too far away to hear you. But they seem to be surprised their eyes widened. Great, you just made a fool out of yourself.

“I came for a drink.” you shrug smiling at him but he doesn’t look amused. Not a bit. He looks at your coke in front you before he pinches the root of his nose. He’s not dumb. Plus he sees right through you.

“Are you following me?” he asks with his deep voice and you nervously gulp. You shake your head but your eyes are telling him a whole different story. He scoffs looking pissed. “Why the fuck are you following me?” he rises his voice at you — something he never really did. You want to stand up for yourself but something’s holding you. Maybe it’s that awful feeling in your chest when you feel you’re about to cry. “Stand up. We’re leaving.” he says sternly as he grabs your forearm pulling you up to your feet. You stumble as he smacks a bill onto the counter.

He doesn’t even wave at his friends sitting there gawking at the both of you. But you see their looks your way completely confused with their mouths opened. Taehyung drags you out of the pub unlocking his shiny black car. He opens the door for you waiting for you to sit down. As you sit down he shuts his car door roughly causing you to jerk. He stands there for a moment pulling out his phone before dialing some number. You can’t hear anything as he speaks really lowly. So you quickly pull your own phone texting Seulgi you’re going home with Taehyung and you’ll explain to her everything later. She sends thumbs up but you still see her car parked there. You know she’s waiting for you to leave in case something bad happens. She’s looking out for you.

The whole way to your apartment he doesn’t utter even one word. But by the way he is gripping the steering wheel tightly lets you know he’s angry. When you come inside he barges inside letting you be the one who closes door softly. He spins around abruptly furrowing his brows in anger. “What the hell was that supposed to be? You following me?! That’s so low, Y/N. Even for you.” he raises his brows while you take off your denim jacket throwing it on the floor — not really caring anymore. You’re the one who furrows brows right now.

“Well if you wouldn’t acting so weird lately, I wouldn’t have to follow you around like some fucking stalker!” you yell at him and by the way his eyebrows raises and mouth opens for a moment you know you caught him off guard. He sighs running his fingers through his soft looking hair as he rubs his eyes in frustration.

“What would following me accomplish?” he snaps and you bite into your tongue. Maybe finding that one proof you’re cheating on me. You stay quiet as he frustratedly paces around the living room.

“I think I’m going away for a weekend,” you speak as his head snaps to yours. “I think it’d help us, at least I hope so.” you mutter walking to your bedroom. You pull out your travel bag already packing your clothes. Taehyung stands in the doorway leaning against it watching you.

“Where will you stay?” he asks quietly. The fact that he isn’t even stopping you is pissing you off. But at the same time — do you really want him to stop you?

“At Seulgi’s probably.” you mutter and he only nods. You pull out your phone from your jeans texting Seulgi if you could stay at her’s this weekend. She texts you back in seconds almost like she was waiting for any kind of message.

seulgi: i’m already on my way, be there in 5 minutes

The fact that he doesn’t even say anything, not even a proper goodbye makes you more sad than angry. It’s like he’s glad you’re going away — even if it’s only for a weekend. He just goes into the bathroom to take a shower knowing you won’t be there when he comes out. And you’re not. He walks into your bedroom finding your apartment — your nest of love which it used to be once — empty. You’re nowhere in sight.

#10

It’s been exactly one day since you left to Seulgi’s place. No calls or even message from Taehyung. Not a single one. You’ve made yourself clear you’d come after the weekend but you still hoped he’d at least text you. Or maybe he’s just giving you some space. You gulp at the strong liquor Seulgi gave you — whiskey. “Oh god, this is strong.” You say with scrunched face in disgust when the alcohol burns your throat. You feel it trickling down to your stomach, your whole body filled with heat.

“It’s better than ice cream,” she shrugs and you nod. Ever since she picked you up she’s been by your side — trying to somehow occupy your mind so you wouldn’t think about Taehyung. “Do you feel better?” she asks quietly as she remembers you crying on her shoulder last night.

“No,” you answer honestly and her eyes are filled with sadness towards you. “He’s been acting so weird like... he doesn’t love me anymore. The thought of breaking up with him crossed my mind but...” you trail off sadly looking at the brown liquor. You can smell it from the distance which you’re not a fan of — but you still hold it anyway. Better than nothing.

“But?” Seulgi asks slowly.

She thinks this is at least some improvement — you talking. When she picked you up you were only quiet, she didn’t ask anything knowing you’d tell her when you’re ready. She respected that. As soon as she closed her apartment’s door and you both sat in her cozy living room — you started bawling your eyes out. Ugly sobs leaving your mouth while snot running down your nose — but you didn’t care. That’s how much you were and still are hurt.

“I love him so much.” you admit with tears in your eyes.

You’re starting to think you should’ve told him about you thinking he’s cheating on you. You should’ve talk like two grown adults instead of you leaving away. The truth was way more hurtful, you guess. You wipe your eyes ironically laughing at yourself. “I should’ve told him why I was following him. I should’ve told him the truth so we could get this over with.” you say while taking a tissue from Seulgi. You wipe your nose scrunching the tissue in your hands.

She looks at you with sadness hating seeing you in this kind of state. “Maybe you should tell him.” she shrugs and you glance at her. You sit there and she raises her brow causing you to widen your eyes.

“What? Like, right now?” you exclaim while she’s already nodding. But maybe it isn’t such a bad idea. You stand up breathing out. “Alright, let’s go.” you say as she quickly follows you. You just pray you won’t be regretting this. The whole way to your home is spent in silent. You’re listening to some quiet music coming from the radio while you watch houses and trees you pass by. Seulgi parks in front of your apartment building giving you a hopeful smile.

“Just text me,” she only says and you nod. “Are you sure you don’t want me to wait for you?” she asks but you shake your head.

You can always drive your car if anything. You get out of the car looking at the moon lighting the night sky. You slowly breath out. Okay, you’ve to do it now. You walk into the building already pressing your floor in the elevator. Your hands are getting sweaty once again and you don’t like how nervous you seem to be. This is your boyfriend you’re going to talk to. You’ve to be honest with each other. You stand in front of your front door slowly opening it with your key. Delicious smell of food fills your nose and you almost smile at the memory when Taehyung cooked for you. When you first started dating he didn’t really know how to cook. But ever since you’ve move in together, he asked his mom to teach him. You take off your shoes and slowly make your way further. You’re nervously smiling already imaging scenarios when both of you will hug and work everything out. But it all seems to crush when you hear unfamiliar voice. Not a voice. A laugh. A giggle. Your heart starts to beat even faster and you feel the huge lump in your throat. Calm down, Y/N. It might be all different, stop panicking and imaging different scenarios. You slowly make your way into the kitchen and your breathing stops.

At first, you see Taehyung. More accurately Taehyung’s back facing you. But he suddenly slowly shifts revealing someone else in front of him. A woman. She’s stirring something in your kitchen using your kitchen tools. You see as Taehyung dips his head into the crook of her neck — like he used to do to you whenever you cooked a meal for him. He’d always bother you craving some attention from you. He kisses her and she stops.

“Taehyungie, stop!” she giggles but not moving an inch. Taehyungie. What the fuck?! “Come on, princess.” Princess? He calls you that!

The sudden realization what you’re seeing right in front of your eyes causes your hands to shake and loose a hold on your keys. They drop to the floor with massive noise causing the two of them to snap their heads at your direction. You’re standing there with your mouth open, tears already in your eyes. The woman — she doesn’t look anything special. She looks real. Not some blonde with perfect skinny body and full make up face. She’s curvy while her jeans are hugging her figure nicely. But you don’t pay too much attention to her looks. She’s looking cluelessly at you and at first, you think she doesn’t know who you are. But then her eyes widens and that’s when you realise. She knows. She knows who you’re. You watch as Taehyung’s eyes widens as he grips the woman’s waist.

“Y/N, let me explain.” he starts but that’s when you’re already shaking your head not believing your own eyes. Your vision is getting too blurry to even see the both of them, but then maybe that’s better. Maybe it’s better for you not to see them.

“Explain what?!” you suddenly yell causing him to flinch. “That you’re cheating on me this whole time?! With her?!” you scream pointing at the woman who looks at you with apologetic eyes. Fuck her. He cringes at your loud voice as he tries to step forward to you, but you quickly stop him with your hands in front of you. “You’re fucking kissing her in our kitchen!”

His eyes are filled with sadness. “I know.” he says slowly and almost ashamed but you don’t care how he feels. “This is our home! Our home, Taehyung!” You yell through your sobs, your voice cracking as you quickly put your hand over your mouth. The woman looks at Taehyung before quickly walking away. As she walks pass you she looks scared almost like she’s waiting for you to attack her. Maybe you should’ve. Maybe you should put that bitch back to her place. But you don’t do anything, simply staring at Taehyung in full disappointment and sadness as your heart is slowly and painfully breaking. The sound of your door being closed echoes in your house.

“Please, let me explain, Y/N.” he almost begs coming closer to you. But you only shake your head crying your heart out as he watches you in sadness. “Please, let’s just... let’s just talk this through, okay?”

“I fucking hate you!” you sob, your vision too blurry to see him walking closer to you. You’re wiping your eyes just to see him walking towards you but you only push him. Your hands pushing him into his chest. He barely stumbles, almost like he’s been expecting it but he got the message. “Why her?! Why?!” you yell, your eyes red and puffy. His heart is aching at the sight of what he did to you. You think you’re ready to hear anything — anything from him. But his sudden words are like huge punch into your heart and whole body.

“I—I love her.” he says and the honesty in his voice causes you to sob uncontrollably.

“Y—you piece of shit!” you scream at him as you’re picking up your keys from the floor throwing it it at him.

He avoids the metal object flying his direction as he quickly pull you into his body. He hold you close as you thrash against him smelling her perfume. She was the phone who was all over him, causing him to smell like her. She’s the one who kissed him causing his cheek to be red from her lipstick. She’s the one who stolen the love of your life. You’re crying into his pattern shirt wetting it with your tears but he only hold you tighter. “I’m sorry.” he sobs into your hair, his voice quivering and shaking.

“Why me?” you cry out but he only stays silent. He doesn’t even know answer himself. It’s just happened. He knows it’s his fault. You’re remembering the way he touched you, the way he made love to you — yet he was already cheating on you. Did he make love to her like he did to you? You’re imaging him kissing her and touching her the way he did to you. Telling her those three powerful words. You’re disgust. But not with yourself, you’re disgusted with him. You somehow break through his hold just to slap him right in his face. His face snaps to the side, red print decorating his cheek now. “You fucking asshole! I fucking hate you! You ruined my life!” you scream at him but he only stands there, listening to your every word knowing he deserves them. Your legs are shaking and you want nothing more than to fall on your knees. But you won’t give him such satisfaction. You’re turning around snatching the car keys.

“W—wait! Where are you doing?” he asks quickly running after you as he sees you taking the car keys.

“Away from you, you asshole!” you reply, your words filled with hate and disgust.

“You’re driving?” he asks, voice filled with worry. You don’t reply to him, but he sees you holding the car keys knowing you’re about to drive. “You can’t drive. Not in this state.” he interferes touching your hand slightly but you flinch away. It hurts him to see you this way — the way he caused.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” you yell as you quickly put your shoes shutting your front door in front of Taehyung’s face with loud bang. You’re running to your car with eyes filled with tears trying to start the engine. You see Taehyung running out from entrance door but you quickly put your car into the move, leaving. Leaving him.

When you bang on Seulgi’s front door with your absolutely broken face and heart — she’s already hugging you tightly.

“I’m sorry! I’m so so sorry!” she mumbles into your ear while you loudly sob. She pulls you inside as you both fall on your knees. She’s not letting you go, holding you tightly as the imagine of Taehyung with that woman is replaying in your mind.

“What are you sorry for?” you ask weakly after some moment as the tears keeps flowing down. “You didn’t do anything.” Your voice quivers as she caress your cheek looking at you with tears in her own eyes.

“He should’ve broke my heart instead of yours.” And that’s all she says before hugging you once more.

It’s been a few weeks after you last saw Taehyung. Everything reminds you of him and it doesn’t help that you’ve received constant calls and texts from him. It became too annoying to receive so you just blocked his number. Why you should ever talk to him? He cheated on you. The person you thought you’ll marry one day and have kids with. And he fucked it all just like that. Obviously, he doesn’t love you like he used to when he claimed he loves her. Maybe this is how it should’ve been.

You’re putting your wallet into your handbag — Seulgi’s handbag she borrowed you since all of your stuff is still at home. Home. Should you be even calling it that? It’s not a home anymore. You’ve to go there and take your stuff with you, but it feels like it’s too soon to go there. It’d only remind you of what happened even more. The imagine of them in your kitchen still craved in your mind. “Y/N?” Is being heard not far away from you and you lift your head up. Jimin walks to you with small smile.

“Hi,” He greets you as you greet him back. “Are you okay?” he asks suddenly with soft voice and that’s when your eyes snap at him. The sorrow in his eyes. He knew.

“You knew,” you speak almost in whisper as he looks down in shame. He fucking knew Taehyung is cheating on you and still, he hasn’t said anything to you. “I gotta go.” you say quickly turning back but he wraps his hand around your wrist stopping you.

“I’m so sorry. I swear, I wanted to tell you.” he almost pleads sucking his lower lip in frustration. He unwraps his fingers around your wrist as you furrow your brows.

“Why didn’t you?” You don’t mean to sound so rude to him but the way you’re reacting is understandable. He gets that.

“He promised me he’ll tell you soon.” he answers softly and sadly. Sudden realization hits you. Taehyung told him as all of you hang out. That’s why Jimin looked so furious and was avoiding you. You haven’t seen him since then and now everything falls to its place.

“Well,” you speak, finding a courage in your voice. “It doesn’t matter anymore. I already know.”

He just nods awkwardly hiding his hands into his pockets. “I’m sorry, you didn’t deserve that.” he says with slight smile as you feel tears prickling your eyes.

“I have to go, bye Jimin.” you quickly say your goodbye, not waiting for him to respond.

You turn around wiping your eyes walking out of the store. When you come to Seulgi’s building where you’re staying at the moment, you check your reflection. You successfully held the tears away for the whole ride, something you couldn’t do not a long time ago. You’re picking up the shopping bags from your trunk as you lock the car. You’re slowly making your way inside, to the elevator pressing fourth floor. You’re fumbling in your bag trying to find your keys Seulgi gave you. When you finally manage to find them you look up stopping in your tracks all of a sudden. Taehyung is standing in front of Seulgi’s door and you suddenly curse at him knowing exactly where she lives. Of course he knows, you’ve been at hers more than few times. You ignore him quickly trying to unlock the door.

You can feel his big eyes looking at you; “Wait!” he calls out with his deep voice and you shut your eyes as you hear him after a few weeks. You ignore him opening your front door wanting to close it right in Taehyung’s face. But he puts his hand between it, simply holding it from you closing it entirely. “Y/N...” he speaks softly as you turn around to look at his face properly for the first time after so long. He doesn’t look very different. His skin looks still flawless and it never lost its glow. He licks his lips to moisturize them as his big eyes are looking at you with hope and sadness.

“Leave me alone.” you speak and he feels a pang in his chest from your words. He knows he deserves them. All he wants is to talk. He gave you enough time.

“Please, let me in.” he pleads as you see his brows arch in pain and you already hate yourself when you walk further the apartment leaving the door opened. He quickly closes it before trailing right after you, not bothering to take off his shoes. He doesn’t care about some damn shoes right now or manners.

“What do you want?” you snap at him as you not so kindly put the shopping bag onto the counter. You lean against the counter as you cross your arms over your chest. His eyes slowly traces your figure seeing you’re doing better than the last time he saw you. He can see the hurt in your eyes but other than that, your eyes aren’t that red or puffy. But you’re still heartbroken, he can see that.

“I want to apologise.” he speaks and you scoff at him ready to throw an apple in the bowl next to you at him. Probably the bowl as well.

“You’ve already apologised, you can go.” you bark and he closes his eyes for a moment.

“I wanted to tell you, you can come back. I’ll move out, so the place can stay yours.” he says and you bitterly laugh.

“No, thank you.” you say sarcastically as he furrows his brows. So you decide to continue. “I’m not going to live in a place which reminds me of you... and her. You can happily live there.”

Maybe it’s childish for you to acting like this, but then — maybe it’s not. Why it should be childish? All you feel is betrayal. Because you’ve been betrayed by him. He broke you into tiny little pieces you strongly try to put together. And it’s not working when he’s still in your life.

“Please, this is the least I can do for you.” he says and you bite the inside of your cheek. You slowly walk closer and he watches your move carefully.

“Oh, no. You’ve already done enough for me,” you walk closer to him, your chest almost touching. You can smell him so close. Smell which used to feel like home. But now it reminds you of your broken heart crying for help. “You’ve broken my heart. You’ve broken me.” you say every word slowly as he shuts his eyes in hurt.

“I don’t ever want to see you again. I don’t care why you did it, I don’t anymore.” you murmur as he opens his eyes. You can see his glossy eyes and it should’ve brought you some satisfaction, but it doesn’t.

“I lo--“

“Don’t you dare say it!” you bark at him as he doesn’t flinch. He simply stares biting into his lip to silence himself. “Not when you told me you love her. You do, right?”

“Do what?” he asks even though he knows what you’re talking about. “You do love her, right?” you ask waiting for his answer. He doesn’t say it verbally but he only nods and that’s all you needed.

“Just leave, Taehyung.” you say as he opens his mouth to say something. You’re so close to him. He wants to hug you or even kiss you. Just for the last time. But you’re too quick. “Please, leave.” Your voice quivers as you turn around shutting your eyes. You can feel him slowly walking to you, you can feel the warmth and his scent coming from his body. He doesn’t touch you with his hands, simply placing soft kiss into your hair before walking away. You hear the door shutting and that’s when you realize something. It’s the end. It’s the end of your lives together.

After some moment you find yourself staring at white screen of your laptop. The cursor blinking at you waiting for you to write. What you should name it? You anxiously bite your lip looking at the empty kitchen. Maybe coming back to doing something you love might heal you — at least little bit. Small clock ticking in the distance reminding you how silent it is. It’s the end. You remind yourself as you slowly type the words onto the white screen. You write ‘cheater’ as the title as you slowly begin to write every word with passion and from the bottom of your heart.

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~Searching For Soulmates~ Park Seonghwa X Male Reader

Requested by Jax on tumblr.

Since there isn't a lot of male readers that read my things (To my knowlege) I decided to make this one special by using Jax's name, the one who requested this. I hope you enjoy it bub.

Tagging: @themainineveruse @atinybrew @vocalyunho @hongjoongs-hoe

Love story's are so over-written these days. So hard to write about. They say write the unexpected, but everyone's already done the unexpected. If you write it wrong, nothing will become of it. If you excel in writing the impossible-you are praised beyond belief. Unexpected love story's are impossible. Most story's are Frankensteins of other stories, stitched together by a dream and desperation. But the well known authors dreamt those dreams before you could write them. You'd just be copying them if you made a story close to the lines of theirs, if the two characters hate eachother, or if they don't know eachother. Who's to say you didn't dream those dreams first, And why wont the world let you dream those dreams more than once. Aren't dreams supposed to be eternal. An extension of our thoughts, how can someones thoughts be wrong. There is no right way to think, it isn't a math formula with a set outcome. So why have people decided that we must think in a set algorithm?

The world's too busy thinking about their own love theory to worry about a simple love story written for a college literature class. Only the teacher would read it, so why's Jaxson stressing about it so much? There are set outcomes to what grade he'll get so it doesn't really matter how he writes the report.

"Here's your Pomegranate potion, Weirdo. You come to a coffee shop and order tea." Maggie, Jaxon's favorite barista and best friend since they were younger ruffles his hair. "You're the one who dragged me here today. I could have finished my report at home."

"There was no way i was going to let you stay cooped up in that apartment one more day. It's a lovely atmosphere here," She's not wrong about the atmosphere, it has the right amount of teenager swag mixed with an almost professional look. "Plus if you get bored you can entertain yourself by watching me train the new guy." Jaxson pays close attention to Maggie now

"That's today?.. And you are going to be the one to train him? Lord help this shop now." Maggie attempts to wack Jaxson upside the head, but he's too fast for her tiny fist of rage "That isn't funny Jax. I'm a good trainer, After all i was trained by the glorious booknerd that is you." She bows and holds her hand out gesturing to him. The boy wonders why he's friends with such a weirdo in the first place, but he supposes it's because he acts just like her. "What was he like, the new guy. Do you know?"

"You could always ask me what i'm like, pretty boy." Jaxson freezes in place, fear painting him as he watches Maggie wear the most shit-eating grin of the century. "Seonghwa, it's nice to see you again. This is Jax, he's off today but he's one of the workers here. Jax meet Seonghwa." Jaxson turns to greet Seonghwa, But holy God's why did he have to call him pretty boy? He's the pretty boy for gods sake! "You were talking up a storm just a moment ago, what happened; Cat got your tongue?" Curse him for having such a beautiful face because Jaxson does nothing but stare and hold his mouth agape! Seonghwa chuckles and goes behind the counter next to Maggie. "When do i start coach?"

Jesus his smile is pretty and he knows it. Jaxson watches him roll up his sleeves into uniform cuffs, his forearms are way too toned for his good, his tan skin extenuates them so much. Despite how good looking he is, he is quite clumsy with the espresso machine. It's expected since he explained to Maggie "I don't like bitter things so I've never used one of these." He has coffee grinds all over his apron and at the bottom of his white shirt. Jaxson had given up working on his report to examine Seonghwha and his arms. Both of them were covered in tattoo's, he cant help but wonder if one of them are perhaps his soul-mark he tries to hide in the cluster of ink. Maggie never tried to hide her mark, though it did look quite odd to only have the veins of butterfly wings on her cheek. Her soulmate, Yeosang did try to cover his up. It looked like 'an unattractive pink blob' in his opinion. Though, Maggie thought it looked cute in pictures, when they kissed for the first time, their marks melded into one. Now Maggie spends most of her weekends looking for Jaxson's soulmate even though he's made it very obvious he doesn't want to find them. After searching forever, he got tired and was convinced that his soulmate had either not existed or died before he had ever met them.

"Seonghwa you'll be okay, i'm just leaving you to make some of these for lunch hour. You're doing much better than an hour ago." Maggie sings sweet words to Seonghwa who seems to be shaking like a leaf in the wind. "I don't think i should make anything for anyone to consume."

"Okay, make Jaxson something and then prove me wrong. If he decides it's too horrible then he'll take your place for the day and we'll train you more."

"Why do you have to drag me into this?" Jaxson groans, he was enjoying his day off-well, not really; But Maggie doesn't know that! Then again, she probably does given the knowing look on her face. After a few minutes of a silent stare match between the two he gives in. "Make me an iced americano." The tan color leaves Seonghwa's face as Maggie leans against the counter, leaving him all alone with the coffee maker and his wits (Which arent a lot when it comes to the machine). His toned arms are clumsy with everything, making a much bigger mess than needed, Jaxson could have sworn everytime something got dirty Seonghwa cringed. After five minutes of entertainment Seonghwa Shakily sets the drink in front of Jaxson. "Whats wrong newbie, see a ghost?" Seonghwa glares at that, upset his own joke was used against him. In retaliation he mutters something under his breath that Maggie nor Jax can quite make out.

He takes the drink and puts it to his lips, only having it on his tastebuds for mm, less than two seconds before spitting it back in the cup. He wipes his mouth and grabs his things. "I'll be back out in a minute. Don't let him near customers." Seonghwa watches Jaxson walk into the employees lounge and come back out in uniform, buttoning his sleeves up and shoving his way behind the bar. "I want you to clear off tables, you'll have to move fast because this place gets packed in about fifteen minutes." But Seonghwa isn't moving, Only staring down at the shorter male. "What?" Jax's getting impatient as he's wasting time standing around when he could be preparing for the forty people he's going to have to deal with for the next two hours.

"Can i take you on a date?" Maggie drops the cup she's holding, hot espresso now on her new martins, the only thing saving her from burns. "What?" Is all Jaxson says because Seonghwa's hot! This is a manga scenario that only happens every blood moon, no love story has ever prepared him for this moment because any situation in a manga would never be accepted by society. And what't the point? Whats the point of dating someone that isn't your soulmate? "Go clean tables please."

The three of them don't talk about the situation the rest of the day, only trading words to explain an order or if they need to wash more mugs. But they do watch eachother. Seonghwa watches Jaxson make coffee and tea at an alarming rate, Jaxson watches Seonghwa clean tables with so much care; never leaving a cup ring. And Maggie watches the tension in the room between the two grow it's like candy burning to the side of a pot. Sickening but sweet. At the end of lunch rush, it's nearly time for the quaint little coffee shop to close it's eyes for a good night's rest. You think for how many people visit it, it would stay open longer than Three pm.

Yeosang came to pick up Maggie for their date night leaving Jaxson to close at the shop. That isn't the plan tonight because for the love of Hade's Jaxson cant figure out why the manager decided to hire Seonghwa other than his looks. Every drink he's had Seonghwa make in the past thirty minutes he has managed to burn or fuck up magically somehow. "Why is making coffee so hard?" The tall man groans out, backing against the counter away from the machine. "It really isn't. You've just added way too many steps to it. Here hang on." Jaxson grabs a fresh cup and starts up the machine once again. The poor thing might be overused by tomorrow.

It's crazy how simple Jaxson makes it look to Seonghwa, not only that but how elegant he is while doing it. His fingers flip switches effortlessly, pouring the milk into a beautiful leaf shape he's convinced the shorter man shouldn't be able to make. But he almost does it with his eyes closed. Seonghwa should be able to make designs like that- "What?" He says, realizing Jaxson must have asked him a question given the quizzical look on his face.

Jaxson's laugh is pretty, Seonghwa decides. It's just the right amount of baritone with the ever so slightest bit of soprano. "I'm telling you to take the coffee so you can see what it's supposed to taste like."

"Aren't we supposed to be teaching me how to make this instead of drink it?" Jax jumps to sit on the counter, taking his own teacup in his hands. "I needed a break and the machine is making sad noises, so here we are. Go on, taste perfection." Jaxson's cocky words brink an obnoxious smirk to the older's lips. Because there's no way his coffee is that good.

But it is

Seonghwa isn't one for bitter taste, hell he doesn't like coffee. But the cup Jaxson handed to him it seems he's refusing to put down. "Woah, woah. You're gonna give yourself a stomach ache." Said boy causing concern hops down to drag the cup away from him. "I'm sorry, i didn't think you had to drink it slow." A pinkish hue covers Seonghwa's neck. "I don't like coffee usually...." He trails off.

"Seonghwa." Jaxson's voice is gentle, Seonghwa wonders if he's gotten sad somehow. "Why are you working here? You don't like Coffee and you absolutely suck dick at making it. So why?" Jax hops on the counter once again and Seonghwa has to avert his eyes from the smaller male, intrusive thoughts invading his head. He shakes his head hoping to get rid of the thought like an etch and sketch. Anywhere but his eyes is better, does he not think before talking? Seonghwa thinks. "I, like most people in the world need money. This quaint little coffee shop so happened to be the only one hiring. So i had to get it before i ran out of money for rent. Why are you working here?" A question for a question, fair enough right? "I like the aesthetic of this place, it's calming to me. And it pays fairly well." The two sit in silence, sipping their respective drinks, only sharing glances at one another.

"Say whats on your mind pretty boy, You've been looking at me with a question in your eyes." Seonghwa smirks, only making Jaxson blush harder from the nickname. God he wished Seonghwa would use a different name. "Sorry. I was just wondering where you used to work before here. "

"I worked in a tattoo shop." He crosses his arms, the drink from before long since drained. "It was a pretty good gig too, i was the only apprentice that was allowed to work on people, plus i got half off tattoo's...if i let them do it drunk." Seonghwa looks up into the air, a meloncholy smile on his face. "It was the best job of my life."

"Can i ask you another question, if you don't mind." He lets out an approving sound, not bothering to look down. "If you were so happy....Why leave?" Jax realizes he's touched a soft spot when Seonghwa looks back at him, his eyes are hurting, hidden behind a small smile. "Aren't you just a nosy little one." He takes a deep breath "The old man that owned the shop passed, it was taken over by his daughter. She decided to turn it into a hair salon, kicking everyone that worked there out of a job. It was quite selfish of her, don't you think?"

Jaxson nods his head, wondering what it must have felt like to suddenly loose a friend and a means of living. Suddenly the cup of cold tea is more intriguing than the saddened face of Seonghwa. "My turn~" Said man sings out, tipping Jaxson's head up with his finger. "When can i take you out on a date?"

"O-oh, you were serious about that......."

"Why wouldn't i be?" Jax pulls away from him, hopping down to begin cleaning dishes. "Because i don't like dates." Seonghwa takes the cup out of his hand. "So, don't think of it as a date. Think it as if were just a couple of friends hanging out for an afternoon." A sarcastic chuckle leaves Jax's lips. "But it's still a date."

"Will you at least give it a shot? If you don't enjoy yourself in the first fifteen minutes i'll even take you home." Both of them stop movement, Jaxson wondering why Seonghwa is so hellbent on getting him to go on a date. "Fine. Only fifteen minutes, where will you be taking me?" Jax snatches the mug back from Seonghwa. "That." He pokes Jaxson's nose "Is for me to know and you to find out, tomorrow at two?"

"If you mean a.m. then hell no."

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Seonghwa had in fact not meant two am, but precisely when the autumn's sun hits Jaxson's glasses just right to blind him. Where even was Seonghwa? He had told Jaxson to meet him in front of the Cafe five minutes early just in case he got there before.

He hadn't.

He hadn't shown up the first five minutes after the intended meet time. Where the hell was he? Turning the corner onto the Cafe street, the loud motorcycle that was annoying Jax approached in front of the Cafe. Only once the rider pulled off his helmet did he realize Seonghwa was the knight under the mask. A knight wearing a leather jacket to reveal a blue floral shirt tucked into black skinny jeans with no chains this time. Instead he's swapped them out for makeup smudged onto his face, making him seem even more attractive than he already is. "You expect me to get on that? Wearing this." He motions to his outfit, denim jeans, a striped sweater and sneakers. Obviously not appropriate apparel for a Motorcycle. "You'll be fine pretty boy. Hop on." Seonghwa pats the seat behind him, pulling out a second helmet. "The five minutes i spent waiting count against your time."

"The ride doesn't though, Deal?"

Jaxson wishes the ride would have counted against Seonghwa, they've been driving for the past thirty minutes on the highway. He swears Seonghwa's speeding on purpose for Jax to have to cling onto his torso so the small boy wouldn't fly off the bike. Once the bike ride was finally starting to be bearable, it stops. "We here?" A chuckle from Seonghwa. "Do you think i stopped here for gas?" It's an aquarium, It could be worse, it could be a movie theater. "C'mon, i wanna show you a lot here."

A lot he did show Jaxson, from river bass to sharks in a dive tank. He even payed for the extra experiences like holding hermit crabs or feeding the sea turtle from a pole. Jaxson has to admit, he is having fun; he didn't leave two hours ago when the fifteen minutes were up. "Oh, c'mon we're at the touch tank!" Seonghwa Pulls Jaxson through sliding doors to a room with quite a large touch tank in the middle. In it are stingrays of all sizes. He leaves momentarily to come back with two small cups of something foul smelling. "We can feed them by hand." Seonghwa hands the cup of sardines to Jaxson, not waiting for him to grab one before taking off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves. "Just put it between your knuckles, their teeth are on their bellies so don't be afraid."

Easy for him to say as he seems to have no fear towards the slimy sea pancakes, his arm is already submerged past his elbow, getting his rolled up sleeve wet. "This big one i named Calvin. Say hi Calvin." The large stingray swims on the bottom to take the fish from his human friend. He even lets Seonghwa give him rubs and pit pats. It's quite cute to see him acting so young and happy. "Well go on, the worst that can happen is one of them tickle you."

Jaxson mustered up the courage to roll up his sleeves, only dipping his hand about forearm deep. Shortly a small sea pancake fly's over and goes straight for the fish. Thanking the boy by flapping his wings against his arm. More cute giggles coming from Seonghwa. The more fish he goes through, Jaxon finds himself moving closer and closer to Seonghwa. Eventually the two are brushing hands, Seonghwa startles him by grabbing ahold of it. "If you wanted to hold hands you could have asked." He smiles, not one of shitery or mockery. But a genuine smile, directed at Jaxson.

A warm tingle pricks both of their arms, on the verge of being hot. "Look." Jaxson points to their interlocked arms. A white snake being engraved into the knot of his black snake. The opposite of Seonghwa. He freaks out and pulls his arm out of the water to inspect the new tattoo. "Wha-"

"Mommy Mommy look! They got their soul-mark!" A little girl bounces next to them, pulling on her mother's arm. "Is that what this is?"

"It looks like it." Seonghwa hands a paper towel to the smaller of them. "Wanna go get dinner?" It took some convincing but Jax finally agreed to go to dinner, there they talked about what it meant, and how Jaxson could have possibly missed the white snake in the cluster of Seonghwa's tattoo's. It is the only white tattoo he has after all.

A/N: This feels kinda bad compared to my other works but my friend who read it over says it quite nice. (They prefer to remain anon) Jax bub i hope you liked this. I had some troubles making it but i think it's okay. Remember to like and reblog if you're reading this on tumlr

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unmanageable-day · 4 years

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15. Between a friend and another friend

When you are friends for so long, and it has never come across your mind to date one of them. Until one particular guy friend of yours came to offer you a relationship, a new chapter of life like no other before.

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a/n : i hope this is not messed up :’)

Finally, came the day when the last boxes of your stuff had officially moved in to the future house. Nobody was thrilled more than your parents. The big day was really coming and your stomach felt funny. Nervous? Yes, definitely. Ecstatic? Excited? Nah, you were not even sure about that.

After arranging your stuff with typical bickering with the soon-to-be husband, you and Doyoung ended the long day with a big portion of ramyun. He was satisfied looking at the new feeling of his home. The shared closet filled with clothes in similar range of color, shoe drawer that was dominated by your collection of flat shoes, mules and heels, kitchen and dining supplies—including a newly bought tea set, last but not least was the make-up and dressing table full of skin care products.

“The boys want to throw a welcoming party for you,” told him before starting digging in. “For being the new member of this apartment complex, they said.”

“You don't mean a housewarming party in this house, right?”

He chuckled. He definitely read your mind and your horrified expression that you didn't want to do the cleaning after a mess from an occasion with a pack of people. “No. Yuta is booking a restaurant nearby. How about this Sunday? Is that okay with you?”

You nodded, feeling relieved. “Yeah. Sure.”

“Great. I'll let them know.”

“Anyway, Doyoung?”

“Yes?”

“Did Taeyong call you?”

Doyoung was stunned. He had to control his facial expression and his emotion. Thank goodness that he and you had finished eating. Clearing his throat, he started to tidy up the dining table and headed to the sink. “Why?” he asked, his back facing you as he started to wash the ramyun pot.

“Well, I met him, and we talked a bit. I guess he's ready to.. you know, to sort some things up between us. I haven't heard from him again. Did he contact you?”

It takes several days for you to tell me? he said in his head. “Ah, yeah, he did yesterday. We're meeting tomorrow.”

“That's great.”

“Yeah.”

“I hope it will go well for you. Both of you.”

“Wish me luck, I guess?”

“Of course,” you assured him, your voice sounded delighted.

No. Really, wish me luck so I will be the lucky one to get to be with you.

Even the fact that you had decided to move in still couldn't gave him that confidence. He still felt the insecurity consuming him whenever the thought of Taeyong came to his mind.

ㅡ ❆

The dinner with the guys this weekend would remark as the first event after Taeyong finally stopped avoiding you and Doyoung. Hopefully it could be a fresh start for the three of you. You assumed these bestfriends had made up. Although it was inevitable to be the same like the old times, you still wished that things would return to normal.

“Everything will be alright, right?” you asked Doyoung for assurance before heading out. It was funny how you felt nervous to meet your own squad, but as Doyoung's 'housemate'.

“Of course. I've got your back.” He pat your shoulder.

On your way to the restaurant which you decided to go on foot, you were blabbering non-stop about this and that and all random things to overcome the nervousness. Probably it was irritating Doyoung's ears as he didn't respond much. “Okay. Here goes nothing,” you spoke to yourself, breathing in deeply before pushing open the restaurant door.

When you arrived, there were Yuta, Johnny and his girlfriend, Jaehyun, Mark, Donghyuk, Jaemin, Jeno, Sooyoung, and Seulgi already sitting, chattering, and devouring the appetizer. Yuta was the first to welcome you with his loud personality when he saw you by the door. Just then, Taeyong appeared from toilet and he made eye contact with you and Doyoung. You were about to say hi to him, yet he chose to go directly back to his chair. You spotted the empty seat beside Taeyong, so you naturally went there. Doyoung followed and sat down next to you, feeling restless.

“Now that Jooyeon is here, should we cheer for Mr. and soon-to-be Mrs. Kim Doyoung?” Yuta excitedly lead the group for a toast. The mood was instantly liven up, thanks to him. After the first toast, all of you continued to eat.

When you were scanning all the food on the table, Jaehyun offered you a basket of seafood platter, which taken by Taeyong instead. He took the remaining fried fish fillet and put them on your plate, leaving the shrimp and calamari on the basket. You looked at him, not saying anything but he got you. “You're allergic to prawn and you don't like squid.”

You drew a sincere smile. The fact that he still remembered your eating habit somehow made you feel touched. “Thank you,” you almost squealed.

Doyoung silently watched and observed what just happened. Suddenly a bitter taste crept up his mouth although he was munching some baked sweet potato. His appetite was slowly decreasing as he couldn't help but to witness the affection Taeyong showered you.

Taeyong would always picked a food that he thinks you would like. He would make sure that the food he put on your plate didn't contain some ingredients that you disliked. He would check if the food taste spicy or not before he gave some to you. He even switched the chocolate pudding he got for you when everybody knew that it was his favorite dessert.

For Doyoung, this dinner felt like a soft torture he had to endure. He felt powerless. It didn't feel like he was your fiancee. It was like just he was being there as your regular friend. Yes, you were the star of tonight. Being a good friend and partner as you thought you were, you would still talk to him and shared some food, even feeding him with your hand. But Doyoung knew you paid more attention to Taeyong. You were all ears listening attentively to whatever Taeyong was talking about. This bestfriend of yours didn't even steal the spotlight for tonight. Yet he got your fullest attention. And it was shown in his sparkly eyes, how he was comfortably enjoying your company.

“You didn't eat much. Are you sick?” you asked when you arrived home.

“I'm fine.”

“Want me to cook something for you?” You checked the fridge only to find eggs and some side dishes from Doyoung's mom. “Toast with eggs?” you offered.

“That would be nice.”

While waiting for his food, his mind recalled his meeting with Taeyong.

'I assume you already know that Hyemi and I are over,' Taeyong started. 'I've told Jooyeon about that too.' 'I want to say I'm sorry, but I guess that's not the case for you. Am I right?' Doyoung responded calmly. 'You're right.' 'Look, I'm sorry for the way I was. You know how much I value you as a friend. You're very precious for me. And so is she. I'm not gonna lie it still hurts watching her with you. But I guess, I just have to deal with it and overcome it, right?' 'I'd appreciate it. Really.' But, really, how do you deal with it, Taeyong? 'Sometimes I wish you or Johnny were a girl. I'd definitely choose you or him over anything.' The bunny guy tried to laugh without sounded fake. Or awkward. At least Taeyong had tried to make a joke about this already.

Doyoung mindlessly sighed. Although Taeyong didn't say anything weird, what if he tries to win you again this time?

“Did everything go well with Taeyong?” you asked, distracting him and snapping him out of his own thinking.

Getting a yes or no question from you had never been easier. “Yeah, of course,” he quickly answered. Without even thinking.

“I'm glad to hear that.” Soon you joined him on the couch with his toast.

He silently finished the toast, whereas you occupied yourself watching TV beside him. It was oddly quiet. Although you did wonder what might happen with Doyoung, and particularly how his conversation went with Taeyong, you didn't ask him. You didn't tell him what happened when you met Taeyong the other night either. Not telling each other might be a wise choice. Yet not even a single thought crossed your mind that he felt bothered by the fact you and Taeyong had made up.

“Let's go to sleep.” Doyoung got up and put the plate on the sink. He sent you off to the bedroom first.

You had settled under the blanket on the bed while Doyoung was brushing his teeth. Your eyes were shut, trying to sleep but Doyoung's arms sneaking to your waist made you startled and flinched that you abruptly opened your eyes again.

“Sorry. Did I wake you up?” he softly muttered. His fingers traced your hairline and tucked some hair strands behind your ear.

“No,” you mumbled, repositioning your head as you could feel his attempt to shift closer to you.

You wanted to close your eyes again. Yet the way Doyoung intensely stared at you made you uneasy, you had to look away or look at the striped pattern of his pajamas. A part of you was afraid of what he might do if you close your eyes, particularly in this position where you were locked around his arms.

“Do you regret anything until now?”

You squirmed, trying to find a more comfortable position. “Why would I?”

Because there is another man who loves you unconditionally and selflessly. He can make you happy, if you want to be with him. Because he is Lee Taeyong.

Doyoung didn't answer you back. Instead he was brushing your hair gently. Until his hand stopped at the back of your neck. "Just because," he said, before leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your forehead. Then he continued to peck your blushing cheek. He inhaled before he moved closer until his lips were only few centimeters away from yours. “Can I?” he whispered.

You gulped. Your heart was beating like crazy.

This guy was not kidding when he said there is no turning back.

You were contemplating whether to say yes or no. In your mind, both answers would result in awkward outcomes. What happened to 'living with a friend' and 'a roommate sharing a house with'? What kind of roommate who is a friend that do this such an intimate thing?

Oh, wait. Right. Kim Doyoung was not just a friend anymore.

Your eyes were quivering, slightly glancing back and forth at his eyes, his nose, then his lips. Meanwhile he was patiently waiting for your permission, staying still at where he was. You had no idea how your facial expression looked like in his eyes. Was it confused expression? Or maybe terrified? Or even disgusted? That he finally said, “It's okay if I can't.” with a little smile made you even more puzzled. Yet the courage in you suddenly popped up.

"It's not that you can't..." you shyly and hesitantly mumbled, your fist slightly cover your mouth.

The smile on Doyoung's face was getting bigger. “Then it means I can?”

“You said you wanted.. to.. try again..” You couldn't believe you said that. Never had you wanted to be buried alive, or suffocated yourself against the pillow due to embarrassment like this.

Moving away from your neck, his hand reached yours and squeezed it a bit to make it more relaxed. He gestured to guide your hand to hold on to his slim waist, or his back if you wanted. “We're taking it slow, okay?” he whispered as his palm found the back of your neck again. As he leaned in closer, you closed your eyes in panic, just like the first time. You would just let him take the lead because you were already dying from being embarrassed although this is not the first time.

In seconds, his lips finally met yours. Properly, this time. It was a gentle kiss, not particularly a short one since he took a good time to feel the softness of your lips. As if he wanted to preserve the taste of your lips, and at the same time, he wanted you to remember the shape of his lips too. Along with the feelings and the quiet atmosphere when you were just focusing on each other. It was far from a passionate or a hungry kiss as he didn't want to scare you. At least he was hoping it was good enough to make you get used to this.

You almost forgot how to breathe, having no idea how long the kiss lasted. It felt like forever honestly, although it didn't mean you found the kiss awful, or unpleasant. It was just weird to kiss, to be kissed romantically by your very own friend. Maybe you should try to get rid of this kind of thoughts, especially Doyoung will be your husband in a matter of weeks.

He finally released your lips for a breathe of air. Yet he didn't shift away as he still had his nose and forehead against yours. “How was it? Not very bad for the second time, right?”

Unable to look at him in the eyes, you curled your body and buried your face, snuggling against his chest. “Stop asking how it was right away after we did it,” you whined, giving playful slaps while he chuckled at your reaction.

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sing for the lion and lamb

Summary: “This was what she had signed up for - a good man and minimal pleasure.”

WARNINGS: spoilers as we get through it, swearing, backstory, struggles, this is one of the happiest chapters Pairing: Dectetive Loki x Reader Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: i’m a mess over prisoners and i wrote this super mess series called 1996. this is the first chapter. this is finished so i’ll be posting the other parts later but its movie+extra scenes bc theres so much stuff to get through and also reader and loki need to get through shit

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To say you love Loki would be a stretch. Two humans, born and raised in Pennsylvania who just happened to have known each other since the care system should have a natural tendency to gravitate towards each other. The two of you found each other again, so you are bound to have some sort of connection. But whilst you have a certain fondness for the man, a certain bond you are quite sure was deeper than blood, you wouldn’t name it love.

No, love is for those who didn’t know better.

Love is not for the shadows of your eyes or the darkness in his soul. Love is not for men and women like you.

“Detective.”

Your eyes raise from the police report of the missing girls before you, blinking away the black boxes and messy scribbles as the man tilts his head at you. “You need something?”

The corner of his mouth twitch into something almost like a smile but your eyes only soak in the pale half-moons under his eyes. He’s sleeping again. Good. He needs all he could get before the case on the missing kids gets some steam. Rolling out your neck, you slide the report into a manila folder and stand.

“Wanted to know if you wanted to head home for a minute or two.” There comes his wide smile, one that completely morphs his face. It tugs at his cheeks, wrinkles his eyes, makes him look younger than he is. Whenever he smiles as he does now, it makes you forget about the paleness in his cheeks, the taste of coffee on his tongue, the rough stubble along his jaw. It makes him look young and handsome and like the street kid you’d known.

He knows you like that smile. Like looking at him. In bed, flushed and moaning, or otherwise. He knows it will convince you and you roll your eyes because this is not going to be a rare occasion where it’ll fail.

“Are you trying to sweet-talk me?” You stretch your arms high above your head, ignoring the way his smile drops off his face as you turn off the burning lamp on your desk. Only the pale lights of the office remains, washing the both of you in ugly pale light.

“If you have room for dinner, maybe I will.”

You grab your long coat, popping the collar around your cheeks and he pushes off the wall of your cubicle, walking around and stuffing his hands in his pockets. You sling your bag onto your shoulder and pull hair from underneath your collar.

“No plans for Thanksgiving?” you ask, knowing the answer. It’s only polite to ask. Detective Loki always has a pleasant way of surprising you outside the bedroom.

“None without you, I s’pose.”

“And we’ve spent the day at work.” You don’t sound particularly surprised and the detective merely shrugs. “Come on, I know a place.”

He cocks his head to the door. It isn’t only the two of you in the station at this time of night but your caffeine-lacking brain rationalizes that they wouldn’t care and you lean up to kiss his jaw. He turns at the last moment and presses a hard kiss against your mouth, teeth snagging on your lips and you sigh into his mouth, tasting coffee and gum and the faint scent of his aftershave. Hands finding his jaw, your fingers scratch at his cheek, trail down his neck and take fistfuls of his jacket.

Your heart thrums in your throat, beats at your stomach like a drum and all you want to do is peel off the clothes burning your body, feeding the fire in your core as he noses your chin, granting himself access to your neck.

“Hey,” you whisper, hands carding through his hair. You aren’t quite sure if you want to push him away or pull him closer as he raises his head from where he’d been sucking a wet mark along the cord of your throat. “I’m hungry.”

“I know.” He ducks again to gently nip at the mark and you smack him lightly, pushing him away.

“You know I’m actually fucking hungry,” you mutter and he growls against your lips, kissing your mouth bruisingly and too, too quickly before he rips himself away. You hadn’t even realized he’d been sucking the life out of you while his hands had casually been in his pockets but he shrugs, the jacket shifting along his shoulders.

Cocky bastard.

“Come on. Sooner we get dinner, sooner I get you,” he whispers against your ear and you chuckle into his mouth as he snags another kiss.

“Do you know what your, uh, Chinese zodiac sign is?”

You wipe at your mouth with a napkin, frowning when your lipstick smears over white. The detective looks up from where he was reading the meaning of each on the paper place mat, offering a smile. This restaurant is one of your favourites, having been the restaurant you went to after your… well, you wouldn’t call it a first date. You went here for a meal once, alone, ‘cause you were hungry after a night with the man sitting across from you.

After-fucking meal. That’s the phrase. Apt, and conventional, and...

Point is, you like it here and you want him to like it.

He sips on his white mug, taking in the tea as you push around your fried rice. He’s working on some noodles as you drag a finger over the drawings of the Chinese zodiac on the paper.

“No. Do you?”

“Rat.” You watch as he turned to read, finger trailing until he finds the animal at the top of the list.

“Intelligent, charming, quick-witted. Hm.” He arches an eyebrow and you roll your eyes as the waitress came with the check. It’s only the two of you in this small establishment and you look around, nothing the absence of fortune cookies in the red metallic bowl near the register.

“Happy Thanksgiving.”

“Thanks.” He raises his hand to gesture in a vague shape and you squint as the waitress poured your mug full of tea. “Hey, you have any of those, um, fortune cookie things?”

“My boss told me cops don’t like fortune cookies.”

“Well, it’s Thanksgiving,” you murmur and the waitress laughs under her breath. “What’s your Zodiac sign?”

“Monkey.”

You toss a glance expectantly at the man sitting across from you and he drops the bill he was reading, looking down at the paper.

“Very intelligent. You have an ability to influence people.” You hum thoughtfully at his answer as he continues, “Maybe you could influence your boss to lower the check a little bit?”

You snort quietly, hiding your laugh as you pull out your wallet. Picking up the slip of paper, you read the the total and begin to lay out bills to pay as the waitress shakes her head.

“Mr. Li is a rooster, Detective,” you comment, extending the check back to the waitress.

“Thank you.”

“Keep the change.”

“How do you know that?” You don’t miss the edge of his tone as he takes another sip of his tea. Jealousy. You opt not to answer and his gaze drops to the paper.

“What does the rooster mean?” Leaning on your hand, you watch as he reads out the description.

“He’s selfish and eccentric.” His eyes raise to meet yours and his gaze carries a hint of mischief. “That’s—”

In unison, both your phones vibrate. David’s clatters against the table and you shove a hand into your bag, feeling for yours. Digging out the phone, you stand and gather your coat and bag as David grabs his own raincoat. The heels on your boots click hard against the tile in your haste to get from the restaurant to the car with as little rain contact as possible as David answers the phone, right at your heels.

Shielding yourself from the rain, you walk to the car and duck into the old thing, slamming the door shut. He slides in beside you, twisting the keys in the ignition and he hands you the radio on instinct. As the two of you pull out of the parking lot, you can’t help the warmth in your gut extinguishing.

It is so easy to pretend, sometimes. To act as if you’re people you wish you could be. A bitter taste floods your mouth as you think about moments like the ones in the restaurant, ones where you felt so perfectly normal that it’s crazy to even think about the broken parts between you and the man beside you.

But then you’re dragged back into the real world. The real world of long nights, and bullet rain, and the fact that you and David are merely co-workers who live together because that is the only way you can survive having him in your life. Any more than what he is now, the occasional hook-up, your partner in every case, it might as well break you.

It’s clockwork, working with him. Without rust or a knot in the system, you never feel like there is a task you cannot handle, a case you cannot crack. That ease, that bond, doesn’t come from something messy like what could’ve been. It comes from someone who knows your mind better than you.

The thought terrifies you at night because you sure as hell think about what could’ve been more than you’d like to admit.

Shaking yourself of the person you were in the restaurant into the person you are, you roll down the window and let rain-slick wind slice into your cheeks. There is a plastic container of gummies on the dash and you reach for it, nerves biting at your fingers. Your other hand reaches for the radio as you respond.

“This is 13-40 and 13-41. We’re five minutes out. We’ll meet the responding units there.”

Your whole body drenched in sleet-cold rain, you feel your jaw twitch as David interrogates the man into the corner of the room. You can’t help the pity welling up inside you as you gently tease your hair through a proffered towel, and you can’t help the fire burning in your stomach, warming you from the inside out.

His tactic, getting up close and personal with the potential suspect, always has a way of messing with you.

Shaking it off, you ignore the thoughts that dog at you persistently — the images of him grabbing at Alex Jones and wrenching him to his feet — as you turn away. You squeeze your hair between the towel as you walk through the halls of the station, your heels echoing in the mostly-empty building. Linoleum reflects the artificial light as you reach the locker room, pushing open the door and throwing the damp towel into the dirty wash basket.

Shedding your long rain coat, you sigh and begin to unbutton your blouse. It sticks to your skin like wet paper as the air conditioning puffs goosebumps onto your chest and arms. You unzip your boots, tugging them off before peeling away your pants and examining the status of your socks. Your badge clatters against the wooden bench as you sit down in nothing but your bra and underwear. Your nose twitching, you stare down at your toes and inhale sharply. Rain is clogging up your sinuses, but your socks are dry.

Not soaked through, so boots held up. Good.

The shower pelts against your skin, hot bullets that slam into your skull deliciously and chase whatever chill rain left on your skin as you hear the door open. Closing your eyes, you let the shower run over your face, focusing on the hissing stream over the clatter of boots you can hear.

It’s nearing 12 AM and you are sure everyone who doesn’t want to be here and don’t need to be here are gone. No one is here more than you and David. No one showers in here if they had a choice. So much for Thanksgiving. Should I be giving thanks that we might’ve caught the sick fucker already? Perhaps.

In your heart, somehow, you know it isn’t him.

Through the shuffling of fabric, you rake shampoo through your hair and begin to lather your body with soap, merely waiting until he shows up as steam begins to soak into your skin. A pair of pants drop to the tile, the clink of a belt against ceramic. Then, soft footsteps that brush against the shower tile and a shadow that blocks out the faint light. Taking a deep breath, you run your hand over your face and pull open the shower curtain.

“Come here,” you murmur over the steam rolling out of your little shower stall. David steps in through the shaft of light that pours through to your little world before thrashing the curtain back into place. The stall dims remarkably as he leans down to kiss your forehead. You step back so he can stand under your stream of burning hot water and he blinks against the current.

Your forehead rests against his collarbone. His arms rise to run hands through his hair and he cards fingers through the dark strands as your hands encircle his waist. It’s darkly intimate, and all too familiar but you can’t help the addicting heat that he provides. Water runs down his chest and over your arms as you count the tattoos on his chest. One, two, three...

“Any leads?” Your voice is barely audible over the hiss of the shower.

“Aunt’s house.” He has a tattoo of a robin mid flight along his ribcage, and you trace the arc of its wing, palm flat against his heaving ribs. It’s one you know every stroke of, one you watched being carved into his chest. Your eyes close as a finger curls underneath your chin, lifting you to him. “Open your eyes.”

You do to see strands of hair falling into his eyes, his skin red against the blistering heat of the shower. Cupping his face with one hand, you use your fingers to delicately pull away the dark slick hair. His eyes bleeding midnight, his breath ghosts against your lips as his finger trails down your neck. His hand is warm against your throat and he makes sure that your eyes do not stray. As if an astronomer can look away from the phenomenon in the universe, a clash of asteroids, a dying star. He reaches into your mind, pulls you apart like a well-worn book, and reads your thoughts like a diary entry before he pulls out and his eyes fill with shards of glass.

“This isn’t like that,” he promises, insists, convinces you, and you nod because it’s the only thing you can do. Your heart splits in your chest, thrumming in your mouth and crushing your stomach all at once as his gentle grip on your neck firms. Your hands trail his waist, fingers dancing along tattoos that used to have meaning as you count the seconds you can stay standing. “We’re gonna find these girls.”

“Yeah. I know that.”

He sighs, eyes searching your face and you kiss him fully, softly. His lips taste of wind and rainwater.

The shower turns off and the two of you step out, drying each other’s legs and arms, face and hair as is routine when you shower together, and then you get dressed. He clips your badge to your belt, you slide the ring onto his pinky finger. He zips up your boots, you clip the necklace around his neck.

Clockwork.

You toss your hair up into a tight knot and hang your raincoat over your arm. Your gut twisted, you turn to your… something. He gives you a short nod, raking his hair back with rough fingers. You shed your old self, leave it in the shower to slip into the drain.

“Let’s go.”

Whilst David went for the Birches, you stop outside the Dovers, walking up the steps. The two of you had gotten no sleep last night after the visit to the aunt’s and forensics for the RV came back negative. Caffeine rules your system as you climb the steps and ring the doorbell.

A kid no older than sixteen or seventeen answers, all pale and terrified-looking. He looks like he hasn’t slept a wink either and you press your lips together. Although you empathize with the family, you can’t afford to become attached. You nudge your coat to flash your badge and the kid steps aside. Your fingers unclench from its tight fist as you enter the home.

“What’s your name, kid?”

“Ralph. Uh, my dad… I… I saw the RV first. Did my dad tell you guys that?”

You pause, turning around to spot the kid closing the door. He looks like he’s seen death, and his eyes are wide-eyed and shine under the light through the windows. Poor kid.

“Yeah, I read the statement.”

“Okay, Dad wanted me to, uh, make sure,” the boy says and you follow him to where a blonde sits on the couch, tissues littered around her. “Mom?” The woman looks up as you stick out a hand for her to shake.

“Detective Y/L/N. My partner and I are heading the case for your missing daughter.”

“Yes, of course. Sit. Do you need anything to drink?” She begins to unfurl on the couch but you simply hold out a hand. The woman’s face is sallow and thin, and she looks almost as if she is phasing from another time to your present. You sit down on the couch. Her voice scratches and you wonder when the last time she ate was, the last time she showered or drank or slept.

“I’m fine, thank you. I’m just here to…” Your voice fades as your phone vibrates in your pocket and you dig it out, turning on the screen to see an email notification from David. Opening it up, you frown at the few attachments strung along.

Better photos of the other kid. Heading over to you now. -D

“So, did we pass?” As you watch the bar across the screen signify the speed of your download, you also begin to forward the photos to the Captain.

“Hm?” You are only half-listening. Your phone vibrates again and you open up the downloaded photos, letting out a soft sigh as round, dark brown eyes stare back at you on your tiny screen. What a fucking shame.

“The poly thing. The lie detector we took this morning.” Turning off your phone, you let it fall into your tight fist as you look at the mother. She stares at you as if you hold all the answers and you swallow a tight knot. “Did we pass?”

“Yeah. You’re fine. I don’t think anyone really suspected the two of you anyway,” you say, glancing at your phone again. “Thank you for your cooperation, though. You understand — the formalities we have to take. Precautions.” You tuck a slip of hair behind your ears and her eyes flicker to the movement, gaze following your fingers. You know what she is trying to do and you interlace your fingers, hiding the permanent ink needled into your skin along your knuckles.

“Yes, of course. It’s just… it’s embarrassing. I don’t know. All this fuss — people are just going to think we’re crazy when they show up here, perfectly fine or… I don’t know.” The woman’s arms crossed tight against her chest, she doesn’t even look at you anymore. Your eyes dart to her knuckles to find them stark white, her fingers digging into the flesh of her bicep.

“Do you have any reason to believe they might’ve run away?” The words come out tough as rubber in your mouth. The woman’s eyes close and you sigh, already regretting your words. You know in your gut that that isn’t the case.

“No,” she breathes, “no. They’re happy. They… the must have run away.” A silly child’s game. The woman nods along to her own words as she tries to convince herself. Your heart crumbles to ash in your chest as you force on a smile. “I think they must have run away, right?”

“Of course, Mrs. Dover. But we’ll find them,” you assure, setting a hand gently on her knee. She seems to quiver under your palm as she swallows and looks at you with bleak, earthwet eyes.

“Your police captain told me about the two of you. Um, he said that you and your partner—” You suck in a quiet breath, already knowing what her next words are going to be. You don’t like it, the pressure, the want to keep a record pristine, but your reputation has always preceded you in cases like these. Cases where you just wanted to find the grave and be done with it when your very thought should be finding a warm body, not a cold one— “he told me that the two of you have solved every case you’ve ever been assigned. Is that right?”

Your nails dig into the flesh of your palms as you look away. You don’t want to give this woman hope, even if she needs it. It’s stupid, you realize, to stare at the reflection of yourself when you have already smashed every mirror.

Your nose twitches.

The doorbell rings. The kid, Ralph, goes to get it again as you look up at the woman. She’s beginning to break down, hiding her face in her hands as she mumbles out apologies.

“I’m sorry. I am so sorry,” she whispers through her tears as the door opens. You can see the shadow of him on the walls before he comes in and you shake your head minutely as soon as your gazes meet. Nothing here. “Do you… do you have children, detective?”

You bite your lip until you taste blood.

“We’re gonna find your daughter.” Mrs. Dover looks up jerkily, flinching at the man’s voice. Closing your eyes, you hang your head as your partner walks deeper into the room. Everything feels like it’s been scooped out of you, replaced with nothing but sick and acid.

You can’t listen to promises you aren’t quite sure you can keep anymore.

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