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vad-hander · 3 years

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YOU PROMISED TO KEEP MY HEART SAFE

pairing: Jaehyun x reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut

warnings: cheating, pregnancy, engagement, language, smut

words: 14k

Jaehyun was the scariest mixture of everything and you knew it by the movies you’ve seen, boys like that were up to no good, but you still felt your heart tremble at the slightest thought of him, and you gave in to him. He wasn’t lying when he said he’ll cherish your heart carefully, and will never let it brake, because that’s what he solely did for all those seven years, and you never even thought, after you both finished college, that he’ll ever do it. You kept your heart safe, Jaehyun kept your heart safe, he held you from the heartbreak and you were able to breathe in normally, but then this happened

PART 1 | PART 2

*** Being a 25 years old so-called “successful” woman was a tough thing to do. The life you lived wasn’t the one you always dreamed of but you always told yourself being booked & busy is better than doing nothing. You worked 9 to 5, but your schedule was so hectic you stayed overtime almost everyday due to the increasing amount of projects you were receiving. Sometimes it was to the point when you felt dizzy, you felt like you were living in a different world. Those were the moments you dropped everything you worked on and sprinted back home to the arms of your beloved one.

And today, was one of the days you needed him the most. Your boss went practically crazy because of someone in your department taking a sick leave all of a sudden, adding up to the 3 projects you had due next Monday one of your colleague, causing a break down in the bathroom during the lunch break. You watched the clock more than you worked, turning off your computer exactly when the clock hit 5, saying goodbye to your coworkers while putting on the coat.

Elevator to the ground floor was packed to limit, people squeezing you between other people from all the offices in the building, making you think of how much of a rare feelings this was to you. People chatted and laughed, full of energy as the working hours were finally over and they were going back home to their families. You smiled to yourself too, thinking how you would hug your fiancé tightly the second you’ll get home.

You knew for sure he’d be home by the time you’ll get there, and the fact made your insides tremble a little while you were driving through the streets of the city. Driving was expected to be hellish since it was early Friday evening and adding up to that the weather was a little snowy, but regardless of your expectations you got to the grocery store quickly. You wandered around the isles, filling up your cart with wine, crisps, berries, his favourite cake and actual food that you could cook, checking out and taking all bags back to your car to finally drive home.

Punching in your fingerprint on the door, your eyes noticed immediately that the lights were turned off. Furrowing your eyebrows, you’ve opened the door completely, taking in the bags and placing them on the floor.

“Baby?” you called out only to not get a reply.

This felt strange, totally strange. You checked your phone to see if he maybe called or texted you but the screen of your phone didn’t have any notifications, showing you your wallpaper of two people in a distance in front of the flower wall at Hangang river. Throwing your phone at the drawer you took your shoes off, walking through the flat in full on alarm-mode. You were suddenly imagining things, so just in case you were ready to scream and fight with whoever. When your feet walked you through all the empty rooms in the apartment your heart calmed down just a little, giving you a brake. He just wasn’t home yet, that’s it.

Switching clothes to the comfier ones you got back to the bags and your phone, taking everything to the kitchen. This wasn’t a big deal, he just got busy, or went somewhere on his way home, that’s why he’s still not here. You were trying to calm down your vivid imagination and not panic over nothing, it wasn’t even 6 o’clock, but with attempts to calm yourself you made yourself even more worried, finally grabbing your phone to call him. Dialing his number three times you never got a reply, deciding to call Sicheng - one of your fiancés co-workers and your mutual friend.

“Hi Y/N.” he picked up quickly.

“Oh, hi, are you still at work?” you gasped as he picked up the phone quickly.

“No, it’s Friday, we finish at 4, remember. Something happened?”

“No, nothing really. Jaehyun isn’t home. He never texted me, he doesn’t answer his phone. I thought he might be with you.” Sicheng gave you no reply, making you check the screen of your phone to see if he was still here. “Hello?”

“I’m sorry, I just got a text message.” he cleared his voice.

“It’s okay.”

“Right, what were we talking about?”

“Jaehyun.”

“Yeah. I think, actually, I think I remember seeing him at his workplace when I was leaving. I’m pretty sure he’s just way too into calculations so he doesn’t see anything around him. You know what he’s like.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” you chuckled lightly.

“Don’t worry, he’ll be home soon, I’m sure.”

“Thank you, Sicheng.”

“No problem.”

You hang up, sending Jaehyun a text message.

to: Jaehyun

“I got home earlier than you did for the first time in forever.”

“When will you be home? I bought a lot of yummy things and I miss you”

“A lot a lot a lot”

“text me pleaaasseee”

Staring into your phone for at least for 5 minutes in case he replies right back, you realised you were wrong and moved your focus on cooking, in case Jaehyun would come back home any time soon.

It took him 4 hours. Only 4 hours later he finally replied. You were ready to file a missing person report by the time, finishing a bottle of wine you bought at the store, when he finally texted you. You grabbed the phone swiping as quickly as possible to read the message.

from: Jaehyun

“bsby I’m sp sotry”

“I’ll b jome soob”

to: Jaehyun

“are you okay?”

“are you drunk?”

“where are you?”

You didn’t get a reply in 5 or 10 minutes, calling him again in worry, only to get hang up on after two rings. You felt confused, it wasn’t usual for Jaehyun to ignore your calls or not reply to your messages. You got startled by the sound of a text message on your phone.

from: Jaehyun

“dpnt eirry”

“omw”

Okay, he is drunk. Did he go somewhere after work? Sicheng saw him stay at work, so this just confused your thoughts. You were just hoping someone is taking him home, and he is not driving all by himself.

You sat down on the couch with your hands hugging your legs. The lights were turned off, the only thing that lit up the room was the TV you didn’t even watch. You muted the sound to not miss on Jaehyun coming home, but you were dozing off on the couch before you could even realize after all the wine you consumed on your own.

You woke up when you heard loud noises behind your back, jumping up from the couch barely understanding what is going on. Rubbing your eyes, getting blinded by the light that now was turned on at the entrance, you blindly walked towards the noise. Finally getting used to the light, you could open your eyes properly, noticing Jaehyun sitting on the floor with a cracked flower pot and soil all over the floor. You felt a weird urge to cry watching your favourite flower lie there on the verge of death.

“Jaehyun!” you exclaimed, squatting next to him, trying to carefully get the flower from the leftover soil and maybe get a chance to save it.

“I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t notice the pot. Did you move it?” he lifted his eyes at you and you saw that he wasn’t just drunk, he was totally wasted.

“No, it was always here.” You felt a tear fall down your cheek, standing back up to put the flower somewhere else for the time being. Tears were falling down your face now, and the flower wasn’t even the reason behind them. The stress you had on your shoulders made you burst in tears, and the fact that Jaehyun came home at 2 in the morning completely wasted and with no warning made you hurt.

“I’m so sorry, I will buy you a new one.” he tried to stand up, but he wasn’t successful in finding balance, starting to fall back. He didn’t find anything better than grabbing onto you for balance, making the flower in your hands brake under his fingers and fall from your hold on the floor. Now it was lethal for the plant. Jaehyun stood up, not pressing on you with his body weight anymore, so you shook his hands away, running to the bedroom.

Entering the room you uncovered the bed in a pull, falling onto the soft mattress and placing duvet over your head, hiding in the pillows. Sobbing lightly, you tried to calm yourself down, tried to stop yourself from blaming Jaehyun for anything except him not telling you about his plans. You heard him entering the room, and you stopped breathing, maybe to not get noticed by him. Jaehyun walked slowly, stumbling over his own legs. The mattress behind you bent, signaling that Jaehyun lied down. You heard shuffling, and then felt his hand on your waist pulling you closer to his chest with your back.

“Baby, I’m so sorry, I’ll buy you all the plants on earth, please don’t be mad at me.” he sighed and you could feel the strong smell of alcohol even through the duvet. “Do you hear me?” he moved his hand to where he could pull the duvet down “I know you didn’t fall asleep this quickly.” He placed his face right in front of your nape, getting his whole body even closer “I want to hug my wife while I’m sleeping, turn around.” he whispered silently, knowing exactly what effect it had on you when he called you his wife, doing it on purpose. “You can’t be this mad because of the flower.”

“It’s not only because of the flower.” you whispered but he still heard you, forcing you to turn around and you let him “you didn’t tell me you won’t be home today.”

“I think I did though…” he sighed and you shook your head no, doubting yourself. Maybe he did and you for some reason missed it? This can’t be possible. “I’m sorry.”

“I ran early because I thought you’ll be home already, I bought all this food and cooked and really needed you tonight, and you ignored my messages.”

“I’m so sorry.” He pulled you closer.

“I thought you went missing, I was ready to call police, I called Sicheng, and he said you were still at work.”

“He said that?” Jaehyun sounded genuinely surprised.

“Yeah…why?”

“I did stay late with one of the guys, he said he’s having a baby and he’s stressed, so I agreed to go out with him, and then I realized it was way too late and I needed to go home and saw your missed calls.” You looked at Jaehyun and he suddenly pulled you into a hug, hugging your neck and making you tuck your face into his neck.

“You say I’m your wife but then you don’t even tell me where you are.”

“I know baby, I’m sorry, I won’t do that again. It was for the first and last time, I promise.” he kissed your hair and you took in a big breath, smelling something that wasn’t Jaehyun or his cologne.

“What is this smell?” you wrinkled your face, pulling back.

“Don’t know…” Jaehyun spoke quickly “Maybe it’s Taeil’s cologne? He was placing his hand over my neck the whole time.” Jaehyun chuckled.

“He has a feminine scent.” you stretched your lips.

“Probably smell like his wife.” He smiled at you. “Do I smell like my wife?” he pulled you in again.

“No, to smell like me you have to spend time with me.” you laughed, hugging his shoulders in return. Jaehyun licked his lips, making your faces get closer.

“If you’ll be able to find at least three minutes on your day to spend with me, I’ll be happy.” he made a joke that stung your heart. “Those milliseconds we spend together are probably more precious though in comparison to when we were together all the time.”

“I’m sorry” you pulled back a little, biting your cheek.

“I love you no matter what.” he kissed you, pulling back, making you lay your head on his chest.

“I love you too.”

***

You woke up when you heard Jaehyun walking around the room, turning to see what he was doing. You rubbed your eyes, the way he looked hinting that he got out of the shower not a long time ago. He probably felt you stare, turning to your side suddenly.

“You’re up.” he smiled at you as if he wasn’t drunk yesterday. You were expecting him to at least have a head ache, not to rise with the sun.

“Why are you up?” you asked confused.

“You said you didn’t like the smell of Taeil, so I woke up before you to shower and put clothes into the washing machine, and clean up the mess, you know.” Of course you remembered the flower he smashed.

“You’re not even dying from the hungover?” you were still surprised and confused.

“I am, a little, but I took a pill.” he laughed, getting closer to bed, and crawling over you.

“Am I still sleeping?”

“No, you’re not.” He chuckled “I’m an irresponsible husband, and I shouldn’t be like this anymore.”

“You’re a fiancée though.” you pointed out, trying to hold in your smile.

“Exactly, and if I want to be your husband I have to be better for you.” he pecked your lips, and your hand fell onto his cheek, rubbing his ear.

“Actually… don’t tell anyone, but you’re perfect to me.” You gave him a sincere smile.

“No, but I promise I will do my best to never disappoint you ever again…and I’m so sorry about the flower. I will buy you a new one, I will buy you anything.”

“You know I don’t need you to buy me anything.” You pulled him closer by his face “You being around is enough, and you being around and loving me is even a better gift.” Jaehyun kissed your lips, moving them slowly.

“Baby…” he said pulling from you, but your hands pushed him back in. You hummed through the kiss, asking him what is up, but he didn’t reply, continuing to kiss you, getting you curious and forcing him off your face.

“What?” you asked licking your lips.

“No, it’s nothing.” He sighed pecking your lips.

“Tell me” you begged, holding his face with both of your hands.

“I don’t want to scare you away.” His hand rubbed your side.

“I live with you, there’s hardly anything in you that can scare me away.”

“It’s not something in me that can scare you away.”

“What is it then? You’re playing with my curiosity.”

“Okay…” he kissed you again, pulling away, and staring at your lips. You were scared of what he was so afraid to tell you, was it something bad? Did he have bad or good news? How bad of need it could’ve been with this level of nervousness.

“Yeah?”

“Let’s have a baby, I really want to have a baby with you.” he mumbled and you felt a lump in your throat.

“Seriously?” he nodded. “I was scared to even talk about it.” “Taeil made me realize yesterday that I want to have a baby with my love too.” You nodded, kissing Jaehyun’s face.

“Okay.” You said silently feeling a tear stream down your face.

“Okay?” he asked you, catching the teardrop with his finger and you nodded again, hugging him tightly.

***

“So when are you getting the doctor appointment?”

“What for?” you were confused, sipping on your coffee in the kitchen.

“Don’t you need to see the doctor to get off the pill?” he asked sitting right next to you, pouring milk into his cereal.

“Yeah…I do, how do you know?” you laughed being surprised.

“I had to educate myself before asking you to have a baby with me.” he smiled making his dimples visible. You watched him put a whole spoonful of cereal into his mouth, puffing his cheeks with the food. You moved your chair, hugging Jaehyun with one hand placing your chin on his shoulder.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He smiled chewing. “So did you plan your visit?”

“No, I didn’t know it was this urgent.” You chuckled.

“It’s not urgent, it’s just that it takes time to get pregnant, and then we will have to wait 9 months to meet our baby, so we will only see her or him next year.” you smiled at his words, caressing his cheek with the back of your palm.

“There’s less than 4 months left until our wedding, we can try for the baby after we get married.” You suggested making Jaehyun stop eating turning to face you. He made a cute sad face.

“If you really don’t want to, then I can wait, it’s your body anyway.”

“It’s not that, I won’t fit in the wedding dress. You get a bump when you’re 3 or 4 months pregnant, this means we have to change the dress.”

“We’ll get the new dress if this means we can have a baby now.” he smiled with his pleading smile.

“Okay” you pecked his lips, moving back, but he stopped you, getting your phone from the corner of the table. “Sign in” he opened clinics website, making you get an appointment. When you did it, you showed him the confirmation, locking the phone. “Cool” he said excitedly.

Now, it was two weeks since the day you went to the doctor, who said there’s nothing in your medical history that you needed to consider before quitting the pill. You were just told that getting pregnant could take from a week to a few months, depending on your health.

“That’s a really vague thing to say.” Jaehyun sighed when you told him “This means only one thing.” he looked you in the eyes, smiling widely.

“What does it mean?” you smiled at him.

“I will have to put you in sexual slavery.” you widened your eyes looking around the café to see if anyone heard what he said.

“Jaehyun!” you shushed him, feeling your cheeks burn.

“What? We’re grown-ups, you’re my future wife and I’m working on a plan for us to get a baby. This is serious.” He lifted his brows, making you chuckle.

“These days 3 days out of 5 you come home around midnight, I don’t think we’ll be able to fulfill your plan.”

“I know, Sicheng is super lonely and needed company, I will tell him to fuck off.” He chuckled into his straw.

“No, you can just come to our house next time you want to hang out.”

“I will suggest this to him.” he smiled at you and you nodded.

So for the past two weeks, Jaehyun have really stuck to his plan, coming home even earlier than you did, not giving you a break even one day a week. You never thought that you could get tired of having sex, especially with Jaehyun, but since he was really dedicated to your goal, there wasn’t a single corner in your flat now where you didn’t have sex. He would take you to cloud 9 in the morning, before you could even eat breakfast, and would drill into you before you could brush your teeth before going to bed.

“Baby, I think I need a holiday.” you chuckled, when you felt Jaehyun’s lips on your neck in the morning.

“Yeah, me too.” he laughed, pecking your neck. “There’s some fancy dinner at the office today, I thought we won’t go because we’re busy, but if you want to, we can go there instead.” Jaehyun suggested, making you turn around in bed to face him.

“If you want to.” you said.

“I can tell you want to, and honestly, it’s all that matters.” He smiled, pecking your lips.

“Cool.” You smiled, planning on what you would like to wear.

“I have to get to work now” he sighed getting off the bed.

“I will lie down for ten more minutes.” You smiled, watching him get up, get to bathroom and then to kitchen.

You got up when it was 8 in the morning, quietly getting into the kitchen, you heard how Jaehyun was talking on the phone and he didn’t sound too positive.

“Why?” he paused and sighed “You said you won’t go. No, I’ll go. Just don’t, stay at home, I’ll transfer you money.” he threw the spoon into the sink aggressively, almost whispering “Don’t even try to pull anythi…” Jaehyun turned noticing that you were standing and listening to him. He smiled at you, getting his back straighter. “Okay, I’m busy, bye. Yeah, yeah. Bye.” he hang up, putting the phone into the pocket of his jeans.

“What’s up?” you asked getting closer to him.

“The new guy at the office wanted to get to a meeting.”

“You wanted to pay him to not go?” you chuckled.

“Yes, he’s too dumb and will probably fuck up everything I have done.”

“I’m pretty sure you’ll work everything out.” You smiled hugging his waist and placing your head on his chest. Your hands snaked under his jacket, hugging tightly.

“Baby, I have to go.” he kissed your temple, rubbing your arms for you to let go of him.

“I’m trying to make you smell like your wife.” you chuckled pulling back.

“Im sure I do now.” He held your face in his hands, kissing your lips and letting go. “Don’t forget, we will have to leave at 6.” he reminded you walking to the door.

“I’ll get home by 3.”

“Okay, me too.” He put his shoes on “Bye, I love you.”

“I love you.”

***

Getting ready when the clock was showing 5:59 made you proud of yourself. Jaehyun was wearing a suit that made him look even better than suits he usually wore to the office. You felt how you could literally drool over how good looking Jaehyun was, barely holding back.

“Wow.” He whispered when he noticed you. He got up off the couch, walking towards you. “You’re so beautiful.” He looked like he was mesmerized, making you blush.

“You’re even more handsome.” You chuckled “I think we need to go out more to not make each other so surprised.”

“No, you’re making me surprised every time. See,” he took your hand in his, placing it over his heart. “you’d think my heart is beating this fast because I’m nervous, but no, my heart is beating this fast because I’m realizing once again that the most beautiful woman on earth is going to be my wife and the mother of my kids.” You smiled widely feeling like the happiest person in the world. “And more importantly, I can’t wait to take this dress off of you when we’ll get back.” he smiled getting closer and placing his hands on your waist.

“We have to go, you said we need to leave at exactly 6.” You kissed the corner of his lips, trying to get out of his hold.

“Maybe we won’t go?” he asked softly, pulling you closer to him.

“You want to tell me I did this all to not even get to the elevator?” you chuckled getting your hands around his neck.

“I thought I was the most important person to see you.”

“You are.” You caressed his cheek “But I haven’t seen my brother in a while and I wanted to congratulate Taeil.” You felt how Jaehyun stiffened under your touch.

“Please, don’t mention Taeil’s baby to anyone.”

“Why?”

“He didn’t tell anyone except for me and asked to keep it secret.” You nodded “Or did you tell Jungwoo already?”

“No, no, we haven’t talked much recently.”

“Okay.”

“Let’s go?”

“You still sure you want to go instead of spending a beautiful evening with your husband-to-be?”

“I want to go and spend a beautiful evening with my husband-to-be somewhere except our house.” You kissed him, forcing him to go, and you finally left the house.

Arriving to the place where the fancy dinner was, you got amazed with the interior of this place. You’ve never been to this restaurant before, walking towards the entrance you saw a lot of dressed up people around making everything look expensive. Suddenly, you felt way too cheap for this location and people around you. You looked at Jaehyun, that looked nervous behind his feigned confidence. You didn’t realize why though, since it was people from his work, that he saw every day.

He held your hand tightly, guiding you behind him through the room you walked in. When both of you were offered champagne, you took the glasses, sipping slowly. Jaehyun’s eyes were running around the place, and you tried to follow his gaze.

“I can’t see Sicheng.” You said making Jaehyun look at you in surprise.

“Yeah… I don’t see him either, Jungwoo too.” He looked around again “I told you it’s not that fun of a party.” he finished his champagne, putting the glass on one of the tables.

Random people came up to you two, saying hi to Jaehyun, and, mostly older men, would ask him who his pretty company was, forcing him to introduce you. You got at least 20 more people asking you to invite them to your wedding, making you nod and pretend you memorized their names. One of the people that you’ve recognized was Taeil, you greeted him excitedly, making Jaehyun pull you closer to his side.

“Oh my god! Jaehyun?” you heard someone exclaim behind your backs, and before you could even turn to face that woman, she was already in front of you two, holding on to Jaehyun’s elbow. Taeil nodded and excused himself awkwardly, going somewhere else. “I thought you said you won’t come!” she was loud and was still holding on to Jaehyun’s elbow, making your jealousy wake up for the first time in what felt like forever. You instinctively moved your body closer to Jaehyun’s side, making the woman finally notice you. Jaehyun looked like he froze, not saying anything for the past 5 minutes, making this one-sided conversation even more awkward. “Hi, I don’t think we have met before. I’m Sooyong, I work with Jaehyun in the same department. We’re pretty close, I could say.” She finally let go of him.

“Yeah, we’re sitting close to each other in the office.” He chuckled nervously, and you looked at him, seeing him finding this conversation awkward as well.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.” you smiled at her. The woman in front of you wasn’t probably much older than you are, maybe even younger, but for some reason you felt smaller, younger and weaker with the energy she had around her.

“And you’re…?” she asked making you feel uncomfortable, you were just hoping Jaehyun would reply.

“She’s my wife.” He said annoyed.

“You never mentioned that you’re married!” she exclaimed loudly again.

“We’re only engaged.” You smiled shily.

“How cute!” she smiled looking at you and at Jaehyun in turns. “There’s not that many girls our age, I think we will be alright chatting about our girly things, Jaehyun, you can go.” she said smiling widely at you.

“I think I’ll hang out with you.” He said making an awkward face expression.

“Jaehyun’s not talking much about his private life at work, so you have to tell me everything!” she chuckled. “How long have you two been together?” she smiled kindly, but you still felt awkward to talk about it.

“Seven years.” You smiled looking at Jaehyun “We began dating when we only got to college, and then he proposed two years ago, and now we’re planning to build a family.” You said feeling shy at the ending, but you felt the urge to show her that Jaehyun is yours.

“Oh…college years, you probably went through a lot.” She sighed thinking about something “I hope none of you cheated back then.” She shot Jaehyun a glare, but you didn’t notice it. “You know what college years are like.” She laughed.

“No, we love each other.” You smiled looking at Jaehyun, and he pulled you closer, kissing your temple.

“Right.” He added.

“I’ve worked here for around three years, but I only met Jaehyun properly not a long time ago.” She began talking again when the conversation died.

“Cool, do you like it here?” you asked to not be mean. She began talking, but you weren’t listening much.

“SISTER!” you heard a loud voice behind you, making you jump in Jaehyuns hands and almost spill what you had left of your drink. You noticed Jungwoo laughing at your reaction.

“Idiot, I could’ve died of heart attack.”

“Hello big sister.” he pulled you in a hug, making you leave Jaehyun’s embrace.

“You’re related?” Sooyong asked surprised. Jungwoo turned you in his hands, making you face Sooyong and Jaehyun, back-hugging you and placing his chin on the top of your head.

“She’s my big sister.” You felt small being in Jungwoo’s arms.

“How cute!” she exclaimed again and Jungwoo moved his head looking at you confused.

“And who are you?” he asked.

“I’m Sooyong, I work in Jaehyun’s department.”

“Nice to meet you.” he smiled kindly “We have family business to talk, sorry.” Jungwoo dragged you away, grabbing Jaehyun’s sleeve.

“Oh, I’m invited too?” he chuckled excitedly.

“You’re a family too.” Jungwoo said seriously.

“What’s up?” you asked confused.

“Nothing.” He laughed loudly “She was weird, I didn’t want to hang around her.” You laughed with him noticing Jaehyun smile.

“How do you work with her? She’s so loud and have weird habit of saying ‘how cute!’” you chuckled.

“I don’t really cross paths with her.” he laughed.

“Oh, hi.” You heard Sicheng, getting yourself together to greet him.

You just chatted away, finally feeling at ease. This evening, at the end of the day, wasn’t that bad, and Jungwoo’s friends were really nice people.

“Sister.” He said loudly as if you weren’t standing right next to him. “Meet Johnny, he’s one of the coolest people out here. After me, of course.” He chuckled.

“Hi, nice to meet you.” You smiled shily.

“Does sister have a name?” you were surprised with how his voice sounded.

“Yes. It’s Y/N.”

“Beautiful name and even more beautiful owner of this name.” he pointed out, and you felt so flustered Jaehyun had to remind you he’s here pecking your lips.

“Hey.” he whispered pulling back and you felt his jealousy.

“Jaehyun, Jaehyun.” You heard Sooyong’s voice all of a sudden, making Jaehyun sigh tiredly in your lips. He left a peck in the corner of your mouth pulling back. You felt the wind when she got to you, making that familiar smell get into your nose. Where did you smell that before?

“Yes?”

“Mr. Lee is looking for you, he said he wants you to meet some sort of investors or something, I don’t know, he said to find you and take you to him.”

“Okay.” He furrowed his brows, placing a hand on your neck “I’ll be back soon, okay? Don’t go anywhere.” He kissed your lips multiple times, forcing you to pull him off you to finally go.

You watched him get lost in the crowd, finally getting back to the conversation people you were with had. They were discussing pets, which was weird to hear from a group of grown up men, but you were glad it was something nice you could just stand by and listen to.

“You seem bored.” Johnny chuckled noticing how you hang on your brother’s arm. “Do you want to try this?” he offered you some sort of small sandwich and you nodded yes, taking it from his hands. You got the sandwich closer to you, trying to see what it contained off. You opened your mouth getting ready to consume it, when you felt the smell of fish, and for some reason you felt the urge to throw up, you never felt like this before because of food, or because of something’s smell. You put the hands over your mouth, handing the sandwich back to Johnny.

“Are you okay?” Jungwoo asked being scared.

“No, where’s bathroom?” you barely were able to talk.

“There, down the hall.” You ran there, pushing everyone on your way to get to the bathroom.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were allergic.” Johnny sounded sorry.

“But she isn’t.” Jungwoo told him confused.

Getting to the bathroom, you opened the door hearing noises that went silent quickly. You opened the first door that was on your way, falling on your knees and throwing up everything that you ate today into the toilet. You were confused but you couldn’t think about it while you were throwing up unstoppably. You had the feeling of what it was and you wanted to find Jaehyun quickly, to tell him everything.

When you finally felt better, you got from your knees, getting to the sinks, opening the water and getting your mouth into the water. You rinsed your mouth multiple times, hearing some sort of whispers in the back of your head, or was it your head? Your eyes ran across the mirror, and you saw man’s legs in one of the booths. You weren’t dumb to not get what was going on there and even though you didn’t know anyone in the office except people that you knew for sure were outside, you still walked to the exit door, opened it, and stayed silent.

“I think they left.” You heard man’s whisper. “Get off me.”

“Baby I want to cum.” You knew the voice. It was Sooyong, the girl that fucked in the bathroom of a restaurant. This made you laugh and you wanted to tell everyone what you just found out, but then you heard the man talk normally.

“I said I don’t want to do this anymore, and you drugged me into the bathroom.” He sounded disgusted.

“Jaehyunie, baby, I saw your wife, I know you need me.” She chuckled and you felt like you might lose consciousness and fall onto the floor right there.

“I love my wife, don’t talk shit about her.”

“Okay, okay. You can love your wife, but I know your dick loves me. Does she even make you hard?” you felt like someone attacked you with a knife, cutting through all your organs. You heard Jaehyun moan and you felt the urge to puke again. You were trying your best to hold back, to stay silent to hear more.

“I said this was a mistake, please let go of me.”

“Yes, a mistake you did not once and not twice. Did you feel like I was a mistake when you licked me? Or when I sucked your dick? No, you didn’t, because you want me. Yes, yes, Jaehyun, don’t stop.” You heard her begin to moan “You don’t have to stop just because Y/N is here, I won’t tell her how good you are, because she won’t ever be able to turn you on as I do.” You heard Jaehyun groan and you ran to the sink, throwing up again. This time it wasn’t because of the fish, this time it was because your entire life was a lie. A total fucking lie. You thought you were completely numb, but when you felt acute pain in your stomach, you realized you weren’t completely dead inside. You quickly wiped your mouth with a tissue, running as quickly as possible with the pain you had in your stomach. You couldn’t hear anything around you, and almost couldn’t see either, because tears were just streaming down your face, making your face feel warm & cold at the same time. You don’t know how you found Jungwoo, but him calling your name in horror helped you reach him.

“Jungwoo, please take me to the hospital.”

“What happened? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“I think I’m pregnant, and it hurts here a lot.” you pointed your fingers to your stomach “I think something might be wrong with the baby.”

“Oh god, where’s Jaehyun, we have to let him now.” Jungwoo tried to look for Jaehyun.

“Jungwoo!” you exclaimed “Please take me to the hospital! We don’t need Jaehyun for that!” you shouted at him and he nodded.

“Yes, yes, let’s go, I’ll take you quickly.” He said still looking for someone, Jaehyun probably.

“I can take you two, Jungwoo you drank and I didn’t.” Johnny chimed in.

“Yes, cool, let’s go.” Jungwoo grabbed your hand, leading you out.

***

You woke up because of the sun that was beaming through the curtains. You felt someone holding on to your hand, and you didn’t need more than two seconds to know it was Jaehyun. You’ve opened your eyes, noticing how he was sitting on a chair right next to you, with his head lying next to your locked hands.

“I thought you loved me.” you said dragging your hand from his hold.

“Oh, god, baby, you woke up. I was so worried about you, Jungwoo called me and I ran here the second I got free.”

“He shouldn’t have.”

“Why?” he furrowed his eyebrows.

“What the doctor said?”

“You’re pregnant, baby.” he smiled and got closer to you face trying to kiss your lips. You slapped him, making him exclaim and fall back. “What is up with you?”

“When did you stop loving me?” you asked, closing your eyes to prevent tears from falling.

“Baby, please don’t worry. The doctor said you can lose the baby if you’ll worry.”

“Good, I anyway wasn’t going to keep the baby that has anything to do with you.”

“Y/N...”

“Did you have a side chick when we were in college too? Or did I only became uninteresting to you when you met Sooyong?” you saw how pale his face got when he heard her name.

“Baby, I never...”

“GET OUT!” You shouted hysterically. “Get the fuck out of here. Get your ugly things from my home and get away. I don’t love you. I hate you, I can’t stand even the thought of you. You’re a fucking liar, why did you want me to get pregnant? What for? What did you want exactly?” you felt that pain in your stomach again which made you realize you didn’t actually want to get rid of the baby, so you stopped screaming and shouting, trying to breath, closing your eyes.

“Baby, I never stopped loving you, who said it?” you felt his hand on yours. “Please, don’t worry, everything is going to be okay.” he kissed the back of your hand.

“You really have no conscience.” you sighed getting your hand from his hold once again.

“I don’t understand.”

“I heard you moan yesterday in the bathroom. It was me who threw up there. I was so happy, because I wanted to find you to tell you that I might finally be pregnant, I wanted to see your happy face, but then I heard how you moaned and groaned and I heard how Sooyong was screaming your name. And you still want to tell me you don’t know what I’m talking about? You couldn’t even keep your dick in your pants when I was right next to you. I can’t believe I was telling her that we’re going to get married, build a family, she probably laughed her ass off. I’ve never felt dumber in my life. So now I know where you’ve spent all those evenings.” You kept on talking with your eyes closed, tears flooding your ears, the room being so silent, you thought he left for a second. “Now I know when you said all these things you really didn’t mean them because you don’t love me and probably never did. You just found someone who’s naïve enough to believe you, someone who you made so in love with yourself I would believe anything you say.” you sighed “Do you not have anything to say?” you opened your eyes, seeing Jaehyun sitting on his knees on the floor leaning with his elbows on the mattress. He focused his gaze on your hand keeping his head low you saw how droplets of water fell onto the sheets. Jaehyun was crying too.

“I…I don’t know what I can say to not make you hate me even more. You won’t like anything I’ll say.”

“I…I…I never expected this from you. I never expected you to back stab me.” You looked at him and he probably felt it, lifting his head. Jaehyun rubbed his eyes, making your heart ache even more. You were in pain because Jaehyun was crying, you didn’t want him to cry and you wished you never saw what you saw yesterday. “I can’t…I wish I just left the bathroom, I want to erase it from my memory, I want to just see you walk towards me and tell you I’m pregnant, please tell me it wasn’t you, why don’t you tell me it wasn’t you? Make me believe it’s not you. I will believe anything you say if you’ll tell me you love me, please.” you cried, extending your hand to touch Jaehyun’s face. “Please lie to me.” You whispered and he closed his eyes rubbing his cheek onto your hand, making tears waterfall from his eyes. You pulled him by the face, making him stand up. You moved your body to the side of the bed, moving the wires that were connected to you. “Come here.” You whispered and he sat on the bed, lying down. You got closer to him trying to catch his smell. “You smell like home.” You whispered blinking away tears.

“I went home to get clothes for you.”

“And you showered her away?”

“Baby, please.”

“But you did, right?” he nodded barely noticeably, and you carefully got closer to him, laying your head on his chest. You could feel his heart beat with a crazy speed, placing your hand over his waist. You lied down in silence for a few minutes, but Jaehyun was still scared of you, you could feel it with how stiff he was and how he wasn’t almost breathing. “No matter what…I still love you…because I’m stupid…I love you as much as I did before…” you whispered silently holding on to his shirt strongly. You felt Jaehyun move under you, and his hands finally touched you, he hugged you tightly, pulling you closer to his head. When he placed his chin on the top of your head, he made you two turn to your sides, intertwining your legs. His hands were hugging you closely to him, and his lips were kissing your temple, pulling your hair away with one of his hands.

“Baby…” he began but you interrupted him.

“Do you call her baby too?” he pulled you in, as if there was any more space to move closer. Jaehyun laid his cheek on your forehead and you felt his tears on your skin.

“No, you’re my only baby.” You felt a sting in your heart. “I’m not lying, what I’m going to say right now is the only truth, you have to believe me.” he spoke quietly moving his hands to your face, he caressed your cheek moving you a bit from him to be able to look you in the eyes. “I don’t love anyone except for you. I fucked up badly, I swear, I didn’t want to do it anymore. I swear, I was going to tell you but I was so scared you’d leave me. It wasn’t my intention to do what I did yesterday, I never wanted to even begin this whole thing, but I…” he paused moving his gaze from you to the wall “I’m way too stupid and way too weak. I know you can live without me because you are strong, and you can go through anything, but I’m not that strong, I’m weak, and this doesn’t give me an excuse to cheat, but I felt like…if I’ll have someone tell me things I needed to hear, I might go back to normal but I got soaked into this craziness.” You sobbed because you felt like you were the one to blame for the situation he put you in.

“You…this just says I’m the one to blame…”

“No baby, no, you’re not. I’m the one to blame because I should’ve told you, I shouldn’t have done what I did.”

“But if I’ve shown you how much I actually need you, you wouldn’t think these things. You’d know I love you so much and you’d know I can’t live without you. Jaehyun, what am I going to do without you?” you broke down, crying once again.

“Baby, no…Y/N, please don’t cry.” he cooed you “I won’t go anywhere if you’ll let me. I will change my workplace, I will do anything you want me to do for you to be sure in me. I can’t let go of you.”

“I don’t want you to go.”

“Good, I won’t.” he kissed your forehead.

“We’re going to have a baby, Jaehyun.” He nodded, closing his eyes tightly, you cried because only now you realized you’re going to become a mom.

“Yes” he nodded “Our baby is going to be the most beautiful baby on earth, because I got to have the prettiest woman on earth to be my wife and the mother of my child. Please don’t cry, our baby’s first memory is going to be its mom crying, please calm down.” You nodded lightly, trying to smile and wipe your tears. “I love you, baby, so-so much, please try to forgive me. I shouldn’t be saying this but I want you to forgive me.”

“Have you ever had sex with her the same day with me?” he was blinking blindly “Yes? Did you sleep with her when we were trying to make a baby too?”

“No, no, never. I told you, I wanted to stop this, I didn’t want to sleep with her anymore. I told her it’s a mistake, I told her I love you.”

“Why did you do it then?”

“She said she’ll go out and tell you in front of everyone, I couldn’t imagine the shame you would feel, I didn’t want you to feel that, I said okay and decided I’ll tell you the second we got home…because I was tired of lying and I was tired of disrespect I was giving you.”

“When did you do it for the first time?”

“Baby, can we not talk about it?”

“I need to know to move on.”

“You won’t move on if I’ll tell you. You will overthink it million times, you’ll think about it all the time.”

“Did you ever tell her you loved her?”

“No” he replied quickly “I swear, I didn’t. I always said to her I love you, she knows you’re my only love.”

“But you told her you don’t like to sleep with me.”

“No, what? I never said that.”

“She said, yesterday, I heard, how she said… that I…” you began shaking because you felt like you were taken to that bathroom once again. He pulled you to his chest, caressing your hair.

“She just say nasty things to make me angry. I always think of you, you never leave my mind, even when I slept with her I thought of you because that was the only way I could…Let’s not talk about, I said too much.”

“No, I’m just trying to understand what is wrong with me to make you cheat.”

“Nothing is wrong with you, baby, nothing.”

“Then tell me how you slept with her for the first time?” “Y/N it’s a torture, I don’t want to tell you these things. I don’t want you to imagine how I slept with someone else. My heart hurts just because I know you heard things yesterday and I don’t know why I didn’t work out it was you, our baby heard how I…how I…” he couldn’t continue saying what he wanted to say.

“Fucked another woman?” you asked and Jaehyun closed his eyes, hiding his face in your hair. “Please tell me about your first time with her.”

“No.”

“Jaehyun, please.”

“I was upset because when I called you you said you have to finish the project you were working on and won’t come home early. I wanted to surprise you with a dinner, and you said no without listening, I was a little mad, and she saw me being this way. She asked me what happened and I told her and she said she can be my company to the restaurant, that she can eat with me for the reservation to not go to waste, and I said okay because I wanted to drink out of frustration and didn’t want to do it alone. But when we were at the restaurant she wouldn’t stop flirting, and I said that this was meant to be a dinner with my fiancée and I’m not interested and I said I want to get drunk and she said it’s okay that she won’t tell anyone in the office about me getting shitfaced. I don’t remember much because I was crazily drunk but I remember how she helped me to get out of the taxi and I told her it’s not where I live, but she said it’s okay for me to sober up at her place.” He paused and it felt like he wasn’t going to continue.

“Go on, tell me absolutely everything.”

“I can’t.”

“Then I’ll imagine things that won’t even be true.”

“Okay…She dragged me to her place, and I sat down on the couch, she said she’ll make me a coffee, and I closed my eyes trying to get myself together, but I felt her hands on my belt, I pushed her off me, but she said what would be the reason for my future wife to reject a dinner with me, only because she either didn’t love me or because she had someone else to fuck. I know this isn’t true, I know she played with my feelings, but I was so scared even to think it’s for real so I let her continue…and then she…she gave me a blow job. And then I wanted to go, but she said it’s not fair and we had sex, but by the time I realized what I’ve done it was too late to stop everything. I ran back home to tell you immediately, but you weren’t even home by that time, so I just went to bed without waiting for you. And the next day I told her this is fucked up and she said she will tell you everything, and I was scared she will, so instead of telling you myself I played her game, letting her fuck whenever she needed it. I told her I don’t need this, I told her I love you, but she just said I can fuck her and love you at the same time. A few weeks ago I finally found it in me to tell her no, I said that I’ll tell you everything and if she wants she can do whatever she wants to, but I won’t be her toy anymore, but still, she made me sleep with her for the last time. I wanted to have a baby with you, I wanted to start our marriage with honesty, if you, obviously, could forgive me, I know it would’ve been better if I told you myself and you didn’t hear it this way. Instead of telling what I was doing I built courage to tell you I want a baby, and I was just happy we can do that, and she wasn’t bothering me and I thought it’s going to be okay, but when I invited you to that dinner she suddenly told me she’s going and I told her she can’t, and then she said she’ll be there to check you out, which pissed me off, I wanted to stay home because I knew this won’t end good, but you really wanted to go, I couldn’t say no to you when you had those puppy eyes. I was just hoping it will be okay, and it was, until she drugged me into that bathroom.” You were listening with your eyes closed, trying to prevent yourself from imagining things but you couldn’t stop yourself from seeing how she was sucking his dick. “Baby, did you fall asleep?” he asked with care, rubbing your cheek.

“No” you opened your eyes “I was just listening with my eyes closed.”

“You need to sleep.”

“Can you lock the door?”

“Yes, why?”

“I want to see what are the difference. I want you to sleep with me as if I was Sooyong.”

“No, stop. This is too much, it’s too much.”

“I need to know.”

“What different is that I love you and I don’t care about her. I make love to you and I think of you when I sleep with you.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t?”

“Shouldn’t what?”

“Think of me when you sleep with me. Maybe you need to imagine me as a random girl then you’ll be satisfied.”

“No, no. I am satisfied, the best sex is you.”

“I still want to see.”

“I don’t think it’s a great idea to have sex in hospital.”

“But you liked to do it in restaurant’s bathroom.”

“I didn’t.”

“You moaned.”

“Baby please stop.”

“Fuck me and I’ll stop.”

“No, stop now.” His hands dragged you to his chest and you automatically closed your eyes. “Please…sleep. You have to sleep; our baby needs you to rest.” He whispered in your hair caressing your back. You were deadly tired and wasn’t able to resist the sleep that was crawling over you. You pulled back a little making Jaehyun furrow his eyebrows in question. You got up on your arms, lifting your body to make your faces on the same level. You stared him in the eyes, and when you couldn’t resist the urge to kiss him, you pecked the corner of his lips, falling back into his arms. “I love you, please, fall asleep.”

“Please don’t go anywhere while I’m sleeping.”

“I won’t.”

***

“Okay, lovebirds I get it you’re happy to become parents, but not on the hospitals bed.” you woke up because of your brother’s loud voice. You felt Jaehyun’s heart beat under your ear, not willing to open your eyes you pretended you’re still asleep.

“She needs to rest, don’t shout.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t be quiet, I’m going to be an uncle.” you heard how Jungwoo walked closer “Yo, bro, congrats. We’re becoming even closer.” he chuckled and you heard Jaehyun’s quiet ‘thank you’ and you felt the noise of them shaking hands. “You told her, right?”

“Of course, she knew she’s pregnant when she threw up.”

“Do you think she’ll wake up soon?”

“She’s been asleep for about 4 hours, I hope she will, I can’t feel my leg at all.” he laughed and you felt his chest tremble.

“I’m not sleeping.” you rubbed your eyes, lifting your head from Jaehyun’s chest.

“Hello future mom.” Jungwoo stood up and you noticed how he had a balloon that looked like a baby’s dummy saying “congratulations”.

“Jungwoo.” you sang, sitting on the bed. Jaehyun’s hand rubbed your back. He walked over the bed, to get on your side, and forced you to stand on your knees, to properly hug him.

“Congratulations.”

“Thank you, baby-brother.” you kissed his cheek.

“When will you go home?”

“I don’t know.” you sighed “Did doctor tell you anything?” you turned to Jaehyun.

“She came in 3 times but you were asleep, so she said she’ll come later.”

“I don’t know then.” you sighed, sitting back. Jaehyun placed his hand on your neck, pulling you closer to him. He left a kiss on the back of your neck and you shook your shoulders, to make him let go of you. “Aren’t you two supposed to be at work? Oh, I didn’t tell anyone at my work I’m sick.”

“Don’t worry, I did.” Jaehyun got your hands intertwined, trying to move you back to him.

“Thank you.” you smiled at him turning back to Jungwoo. “Why are you here?”

“It’s my lunch break, I ran to check up on you.” He sat on the chair Jaehyun sat on previously. “Actually, when I was getting out of the elevator, I ran into that weird girly from yesterday. The ‘how cute’ person.” Jungwoo was laughing about it and you joined him, trying to kill the pain in your heart. You felt Jaehyun being uncomfortable in the situation. “She grabbed my elbow.”

“I guess it’s her habit.” You laughed and looked at Jaehyun which stared blankly into the wall.

“She was like ‘OMG! You all left yesterday so suddenly, I didn’t get to say bye to you, your sister, or her lovely husband’ I almost laughed right in her face when she said ‘lovely husband’. Jaehyun, you’re a lovely husband.” Jungwoo laughed loudly finding it genuinely amusing. You tried to smile but you actually felt way too burdened to even play-pretend. “What’s wrong?” he calmed himself down when he noticed no one laughed with him.

“Well…” you sighed not knowing what to say, when Jaehyun’s hand grabbed your fingers.

“Please…” he sighed this time and you felt how scared he was through his touch. You knew what would it be like if you told Jungwoo what actually happened. He won’t let Jaehyun live, and you didn’t actually want him to go through that.

“What is wrong with you two?” he furrowed his brows “You don’t want to keep the baby?”.

“Jae, can you leave us alone?” you turned to face him and saw Jaehyun’s fearful eyes.

“Why?”

“That’s weird. If you don’t want Jaehyun to hear what you’re about to tell me…do you think it’s okay to tell me…” Jungwoo was confused and you didn’t know what you wanted to tell him. You just felt powerful enough to scare Jaehyun and you wanted to do it to get some sort of revenge.

“Siblings secrets that should stay between siblings.” You chuckled carelessly putting all of your acting skills in your face expression.

“Okay, then…” Jungwoo chuckled. “Jaehyun get out.” He said smiling, and you saw how pale Jaehyun’s face got, he was as white as the wall. He began moving, getting closer to you.

“Do you need anything?” he said keeping no space between your faces.

“I want to eat.”

“I’ll try to find food.” He pecked your lips “Baby, please…” he whispered into your mouth for Jungwoo to not hear.

“What?” you raised an eyebrow making Jaehyun shake his head.

You and Jungwoo stared at each other waiting for Jaehyun to leave. You saw how he turned around before opening the door, but you ignored him, staring in Jungwoo’s eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asked when the door closed. “Is the baby not Jaehyun’s?” Jungwoo laughed at his own joke.

You just felt that Jaehyun can be behind the door eavesdropping. You could tell he was scared to that extent.

“Come here.” You said, tapping the bed next to you, waiting for him to sit “Can you please exclaim loudly ‘what the hell?’ and stuff like that. Pretend your shocked.” Jungwoo chuckled, beginning to scream, making you barely hold in laughter.

“Enough?” he whispered.

“I know, it’s fucked up…” you said loudly. “Yes, thank you.” You smiled.

“What’s up?” he whispered again.

“I’m mad at Jaehyun, and the only thing a can do is make him scared. So that’s what I’m doing.” You chuckled.

“What did he do?”

“I won’t tell you.”

“Is it this bad?”

“Maybe.”

“Tell me and I’ll kill him.”

“No, I love him and won’t let you kill him.” Jungwoo sighed making you two touch foreheads. “It would be better for you to tell me, because I don’t want you to suffer.”

“I’m fine.”

“Is he sorry?”

“Of course, he is.” You smiled trying to calm Jungwoo’s worries down.

You two went silent, staring at each other.

“Do you think Jaehyun loves me?” you asked suddenly making Jungwoo lean back.

“Why are you asking this all of a sudden? You’ve been together since forever, you’re about to get married, and become parents too.” He was concerned.

“This just make it sound so boring…” you sighed tucking yourself under a blanket, and Jungwoo helped you.

“Did this happen to you this quickly?”

“What?”

“The hormones thing that happen with pregnant women. When they go crazy, I think it’s you now.” He chuckled and you rolled your eyes.

“Go back to work.”

“No, honestly, I don’t think it’s even possible for Jaehyun to not love you. You two are my favorite couple.” He chuckled looking into his phone “You’re actually right, I have to run to work.” He hugged you, getting up “Text me when they’ll let you go home.” He began walking to the door “and don’t be ridiculous, I know you two are going to be amazing parents, just forgive him, I’m sure what he did is not that bad, bye-bye.” He waved at you running out of the door.

***

“Where you were?” you asked Jaehyun when he finally entered the room. It’s been probably 30 minutes since he left.

“I went outside to get you food.” He showed you a take-out bag.

“I’m pretty sure they’ll feed me here.” You chuckled.

“I’ll eat it if you don’t want to. I haven’t eaten since yesterday too.” He sat on the chair, getting his phone on the bedside table.

“The nurse came in and took all those things off me, she said they’ll bring food later, and said if everything will be okay they will let me go home tomorrow morning.”

“Are you aloud to go to work?”

“She just said to not put too much stress on my shoulders.”

“I’ll make sure to do that.” he said quietly.

“Did you not want to see Jungwoo?”

“No, why?”

“Because…” you began talking when the ringing of his phone took your attention. The caller’s name lit up the screen “Kim Sooyong. Office.” You read out loud. Jaehyun furrowed his brows, noticing how you stared at him to see his reaction.

“This can actually be about work.” He said picking up the call “Yes?” he listened to what she was saying and even though the room was quiet, you couldn’t work out what it was. “Ask Sicheng, he’s at work right now and have access to my documents.” he went silent again “No, I won’t come tomorrow. It’s personal.” You’ve noticed him change, getting more nervous than he already was, stiffening his back. “If you have any more work-related questions you can ask Sicheng.” His eyes were running all over the room, trying their best to not meet with yours. You stood up, standing in front of Jaehyun, forcing him to finally look at you. “No.” he said expanding his free arm to stroke your side, when you took roughly his phone out of his hand, making him yelp silently. For a second you were debating if you should tell her to fuck off, but since you didn’t build any courage at all to do so, you just hang up, throwing his phone at the bed behind you.

“I should’ve told her to fuck off before hanging up.” you sighed, sitting with your butt on Jaehyun’s lap. His hands immediately found their place on your stomach, placing his chin on your shoulder.

“Don’t waste your energy on pointless things.” He kissed your shoulder, lifting with one of his hands your shirt, to caress your stomach carefully with the other.

“I guess I have to fight to have you.” you sighed, getting in more comfortable position in Jaehyun’s hands.

“I’m always yours.”

“Except for the times you fuck her.” you said breathing out loudly. Jaehyun rubbed his face on your shoulder.

“Please stop mentioning it like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like we’re talking about weather.”

“We’re talking about your lover though.”

“I don’t love her.”

“I’m sure you like her.”

“No.”

“You can’t fuck someone and not like them even for the slightest. Especially, when you’re not that desperate to ease yourself, keeping in mind you did actually have a girl live with you that you did have sex with whenever you wanted too, I can’t actually believe you didn’t want her at least when you had her for the first time.”

“The only reason it happened was because I was drunk and she tricked me.”

“I’m sorry, but… is it this simple for you to believe that I don’t love you when a random girl I don’t even know tell you that?”

“No.”

“But this is exactly what you’re trying to say.”

“That second I just…”

“You just wanted to fuck her, admit it Jaehyun, you wanted to fuck her because she’s pretty and because she wanted it too, and because I was just busy at work to actually get a day off on your birthday, you didn’t find a better way to spend your evening than fuck someone who comes first to the rescue.”

“It never was this way.”

“Jaehyun…” you caught his palm with your hands, getting it off of your stomach, drawing lines on it with your fingers.

“Yes, baby?” you turned your head to face him, but it wasn’t a comfortable position, so you turned on his lap sitting on it now facing him. His hands landed on your thighs and you almost forgot what you wanted to tell him. Your fingers stroked his cheek, making him watch your face expression closely.

“I can’t stop thinking about it. I have to get it off my chest.” You said quietly, getting your eyes off his lips. Jaehyun just nodded letting you continue “Just listen through the whole thing. I don’t actually know what you feel, no one except for you knows, but I just have to tell you and to make sure you get it. I’m not forcing you to stay with me because of the baby. I don’t know why you really wanted to have a baby with me, when you clearly are in love with someone else. If you’re scared to leave me just because we’re used to each other or because you’re scared to cancel the wedding, or to face my brother at some point at work, I don’t know… if you’re just scared for any reason, don’t be, because I will let you go. I don’t want to force you to stay with me just because you feel like you have to. We began dating so quickly maybe you didn’t get everything you wanted in me and now you’re regretting things, and I don’t want you to regret anything. I love you so-so much, even though she says I don’t, I actually do. You were my first real boyfriend, you were my first partner, and you’re still my one and true love, but if it’s not the same on your side, I don’t want this to be forced. I feel strong enough to let you go right now, so please go while I’m still able to go through this. I know you will thank me later.”

“I…I…It’s not like that.”

“I can tell by the look in your eyes that I’m right.” your eyes just began watering, making tears stream down your face.

“No, it’s not this way. I love you.” You nodded hugging Jaehyun tightly on his neck. “Baby, I love you, I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re lying to the both of us right now.” you sobbed into his neck. You were holding on to him for a few more minutes, pulling back finally. “Can you give me a goodbye kiss?” you whispered quietly licking your dried-out lips.

“Please don’t make me leave.” A tear fell down his cheek, being followed by one more.

“When you’ll be happy with her you will thank me for letting you go. I promise, I won’t stop you from meeting with our baby.”

“You’ll keep the baby?” his hands found your stomach.

“I want to always have you in my life even if it’s just a half of you.” Jaehyun’s hand pulled your face closer, carefully locking your lips with his. He held your head lightly, slowly moving his lips, deepening it and making you lose consciousness in his arms. Now you regretted your words. Now you couldn’t imagine being left without a possibility to kiss Jaehyun every day of your life. Now you were regretting telling him to go. You wanted him to stay, but you were pushing him out of the door, not making it any easier for both of you.

It hurt, because you didn’t want him to go. It hurt, because he wasn’t resisting way too fiercely. His mouth was saying ‘no’, but his legs were going in the direction you were pushing him in. This all just let you know you were doing the right thing, but when you closed the door closing the chapter in your life that was going on for the past seven years, you couldn’t believe what you did, sliding down with your back on the door. You were crying silently, sitting down on the cold floor of your lonely room. You couldn’t remember how much time went by, you just remember how a nurse entered the room and found you lying on the floor with your legs tucked to your stomach. Your face was completely red, you couldn’t hear anything, your head hurt terribly and your face was hurting from constant crying.

“It’s okay, my baby & I will be okay. All we have is each other, we will work it out.” You whispered when the nurse helped you to get in bed, giving you sedatives.

***

from: Jaehyun

“hi”

“Can I take you home?”

“Jungwoo?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you take me home from the hospital?”

“I thought you had Jaehyun for such purposes.” he sounded cheerful and you held in your sob.

“He won’t come.”

“Why?”

“I made him leave.” you tried to hold in your crying but it only made you burst in tears louder.

“What? Are you crying?”

“No, I’m okay. I can go home myself actually, I just wanted to see you.”

“No, no. I’ll come. Give me 30 minutes, or, actually, better, an hour.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t cry.”

“I’m not.”

“I can hear it.”

“See you.”

“Yeah, cheer up.” he hung up, and you broke down in your pillow once again. You cried so much during the night, the pillow was completely soaked, but you couldn’t resist and couldn’t stop yourself from doing so. Every time you closed your eyes you saw Jaehyun kiss Sooyong. Every time you closed your eyes you could hear her call his name. You could imagine in your head how Jaehyun ran to her the second he got out of the hospital, how they finally were able to do whatever they wanted to do without holding any grudges. In the back of your head though, you were hoping Jaehyun liked you at least a little to not go to her the day you broke up. You were hoping he was at least upset, but then you heard them moan in unison again in your head, and you guessed he wasn’t really stopping himself when you two were together, so why would he when you two are not anymore.

“What happened?” you got startled by Jungwoo’s serious voice when he entered the room shoving the door into the wall.

“You scared me.” you widened your eyes, getting up from the bed.

“What the fuck did happen?”

“Can we talk about it when we’re home.”

“No, I need to know now.”

“We broke up.”

“I will beat the shit out of him.”

“No, I made him go.”

“If you didn’t love him you wouldn’t look like you cried non-stop.”

“I actually didn’t.”

“Yeah, tell me.”

“I’m serious. I just felt sad when I told you...” you sighed feeling like tears crawled over you once again. “...and I feel sad again because I’m talking about it with you now.” you dried tears from your eyes with the back of your hand.

“I can’t believe I have to witness my sister heartbroken for the first time in my 23 years of life.” he sat on the bed forcing you to sit next to him and hugged your shoulder. “What happened?”

“I...I made him go...we have to cancel the wedding...I don’t know if I did the right thing...I thought I felt that he don’t love me anymore but now I don’t know. I realised I’m not this cool and this strong to let someone go. Asking him to comeback would be even more dumb now since I told him to be happy with someone else. What do I do now Jungwoo?” you raised your eyes, catching your brothers warm stare.

“I have to ask something.”

“Can we do that when we get home?” you cried.

“Okay, we can do that.”

He let go of you, allowing you to stand up and get all of your stuff together. He helped you carry your bag, the one that Jaehyun brought a day before to the hospital. Getting an appointment next week at the gynaecologists, you went outside to Jungwoo’s car, getting in the front seat and waiting for him to get to the driving seat.

“We’re going to yours, right?”

“Yeah...?” your heart screeched. Was Jaehyun home? Did he go to work? Did he move out already? Was he waiting for you at home? Did he already begin his happy life with Sooyong?

Your brother drove to your place way too quickly for you to prepare yourself mentally for whatever was waiting for you at your house. Jungwoo didn’t notice, or pretended he didn’t see you being specifically nervous next to the door of your apartment, typing in the code and opening the door. He walked in while you were too scared to step over threshold, trying to see from the outside for any signs of Jaehyun.

“Come in, why are you standing there?”

“Did you see Jaehyun today at work?”

“I never see him, we work in different departments.”

“He might be here.” you whispered.

“Which is logical since he really doesn’t have another apartment, as far as I know...”

“Yeah, you’re right...” you sighed, finally coming in and closing the door behind you.

Your eyes were still focused on the living room, waiting for you didn’t know exactly what, since you really didn’t want to see him and really wanted to see him at the same time. Jungwoo walked to the living room sitting himself on the couch.

“I don’t think anyone is home.” he sighed, turning his head around the room. You walked in, walking past the empty flower stand you stood next to the couch, staring at the photo frame next to the tv. The photo of you & Jaehyun on your graduation day. “Don’t stare at this photo, I’ll throw it away.”

“No!” you exclaimed.

“If you want to pretend you’re strong and independent, you shouldn’t be staring like that at the photo.” Jungwoo stood on the couch with his knees, being the same height with you “We’re getting rid of Jaehyun if that’s what you really wanted. Even if it’s not what you want right now, you did it because you felt like this was right. I know that this might be your hormones, but if he left then I guess you were right.” Jungwoo slapped your fore arm all of a sudden. “We have a baby to raise! Cheer up, Y/N.” you chuckled making Jungwoo smile.

“You’re right, I have to cheer up.”

“Yeah, fuck Jaehyun. We’ll find you a new husband. The one that won’t leave just because he was told to do so.”

“I don’t need a new husband.” you sighed looking to the side to not cry.

“This child needs a father.”

“It’s Jaehyun.”

“He lost his chance.”

“Jungwoo.”

“Yes?”

“I told him I won’t stop him from meeting the baby. I made him leave, it wasn’t his intention.”

“He cheated, right?” he asked catching you off guard.

“What, why?”

“You love him, you make this clear. You told me you wish him to be happy with someone else. This means only one thing.” he made it clear he’s sure of what he said.

“Okay, maybe it’s something like that.”

“You’re serious, right?”

“Yeah...”

“I can’t believe this. I considered him family, called him my brother. It was yesterday when we shook hands and I thought he was happy. Turns out he fucked someone else smiling into your face? Did he tell you because you’re pregnant? If it wasn’t for your pregnancy would he just go as he was? That’s nice to have someone who cares for you at home and then you go to your side chick to...” you interrupted him.

“Jungwoo stop.”

“I’m sorry. I just want to hit him.” he looked at you suspiciously. “Wait? He told you, right? You didn’t catch him in action?” he furrowed his eyebrows.

“Yeah, yeah.” you nodded.

“No way.” Jungwoo sat back down.

“No, Jungwoo. Listen. You can talk to Jaehyun as if nothing happened, if you can’t, just ignore him. I don’t blame him for anything, I don’t plead him guilty in anything. I wanted him to go, when he told me he loved me. It was my decision to be lonely. It was my decision to let him go and him dating whoever he’ll date from now on is none of our business.”

“You’re ... you’re ... I think you’re crazy. “

“No, why?”

“You should scream, you should cry, you should curse him. You shouldn’t be like this. He’s the cheater, yes you decided to let him go and I’m glad because I don’t want his cheating ass to be anywhere closer than kilometre to my sister.” he got worked up and had to stop because his phone rang “Yes, what? Oh, shit, yes, I’m running. Yeah, yeah.” he hung up “Fuck, I completely forgot about the meeting.”

“It’s fine, you can go. If I’ll need anything I’ll call you.”

“Okay.” he kissed your cheek going to the exit. “Just so you know, we didn’t finish our conversation and you still have to tell me everything that happened.”

“Go, they’re waiting for you!” you told him.

“Take care.” he said before leaving and you mumbled ‘you too” but you’re pretty sure he didn’t hear you.

Finally getting on the couch you lied down with your legs on the cushions. You closed your eyes getting your hands on your stomach you drew a circle trying to feel if your stomach felt any different to you. When you couldn’t feel it with your hands you put your hand on where you thought the baby was, trying to feel anything. You knew the baby was way too small now to feel anything with just your fingers, but you felt as if you could still feel its little heartbeat, and you didn’t notice how tears began running down your cheeks flooding your ears. You wanted to remember this moment forever, you wanted to remember the first time you were properly communicating with your baby to see the difference when you’ll get to the third trimester or when you’ll finally be able to hold your baby in your hands. You thought of Jaehyun because all you could think about was that you wanted him to see this, you wanted him to feel this and you wanted him to be right next to you through all of these steps.

You were just crying now, caressing your baby with your palm, when you heard Jungwoo come back. You quickly sat up, turning your back to him, trying to wipe your face properly before facing him. You turned around, putting the smile on your face, when you noticed it’s not Jungwoo.

Right in front of you, frozen right at the entrance of your flat, was standing Jaehyun, with bags in his arms, staring blankly at you in return.

“I...I...I reckoned you’ll need food when you’ll be home, I bought food.” he put the bags on the floor, quickly putting his shoes off, but stopping half way “I can leave right now. I didn’t know you’ll be already back... I texted you but you never replied.”

“I didn’t see.”

“Okay...” he sighed looking around the place. “Should I go?”

YES.YES.YES.YES.YES.

“No, it’s your house too, I can’t make you stay at the street.”

“Thank you...” he sighed again walking with food to the refrigerator.

“I can do that.”

“No, it’s fine, you should go to bed.” he smiled carefully.

“I’m not going to die if I’ll just get everything into the fridge.”

“Bab... I mean, Y/N, it’s fine. Don’t worry, I’ll try to find something to rent today and hopefully will move out tomorrow.”

“I think it will be fair if we’ll sell everything and share the money.” you suggested getting back on the couch. You were watching him carefully.

“No, I don’t need anything.”

“It’ll be fair.”

“No. I’m not taking anything from you or our baby.”

“You don’t want to take things, but you will definitely need money, to...you know... build up a new family and things like that...” you closed your eyes tightly.

“Are you serious?”

“Hm?”

“Do you actually think I’d run and build up a new family 5 minutes later you ask me to leave? I know I fucked up, I know you hate me, but I’m not someone who’d just run away and live the happy ever after with someone new when I’ve spent almost a decade with you!” he exclaimed.

“No...I know you’re not like that... I just...I think I need to go to bed.” you stood up quickly, getting under the sheets right before you broke down and cried.

You haven’t talked to him since then. Jaehyun moved out in two days after you getting out of the hospital. You didn’t talk much, he tried to talk to you about the baby, but you didn’t tell him much so he just dropped it. He moved out not taking anything with him except for his clothes. You didn’t know where he lived now, you didn’t know how he lived now and what he was doing. You haven’t seen him for a month. A month of longing, mental break downs, crying and sleepless nights. You would fall asleep with your phone in your hand, hoping for Jaehyun to call you, you would wake up expecting to see a message from him. He never met your expectations though. He texted you four times, all four were about your & your babies well-being and health. All 4 times he replied with ‘please let me know if you’ll need anything. I’m always here for you. Please tell me whenever you’ll need anything. I miss you a lot.” and all four times you typed ‘ I want you to come home’ but never hit send.

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All the time in what's left of the world | 28 Days Later!Jim x Reader (Oneshot)

Words: 1776

Warnings: Mention of death, slight innuendos

A/N: I'm surprised I hadn't written for him sooner, but I needed something to write to take a break from the other series I've been writing.

When the outbreak of the Rage virus happened, you tried calling your loved ones. Some answered and were rushing to get on the next flight or boat ride off the island. Some never picked up. You were glad that your parents had moved to the States to be with the other family members. When you called, they said that they were fine and that only the UK seemed to be affected. For now. While your parents were safe, those words also meant that the government was going to shut down the whole country into quarantine. There would be no point in trying to get out.

Your friend, Jim, had been in a coma for days after his accident and you had been by his side almost every day if your job had allowed it. When the doctor assured you that you and his parents would be notified as soon as he woke up, you had left to focus on yourself more and catch up with your work. Jim’s parents used to call every day, asking if he woke up. They lived a little ways from the hospital, so they relied on you for updates when they couldn’t go. You always told them the same thing, just that his injuries had been healing properly and that he should be waking up any time now.

Assuming that the hospital would have some kind of quarantine protocol that could keep him safe, you decided to look for each and every friend or distant relative in the area, hoping to find someone when they stopped answering their phones. Travelling had become scarier the more the virus had spread. And if it wasn’t for the infected chasing after you, it was the living wanting to scavenge off of you. Your car was long gone within a week of the outbreak and had to search for a bicycle for the trip.

You couldn’t find anyone. They either left in a hurry or got attacked by the infected on their way out. News of the infection spreading to other countries reached the radio and news channels until they, too, were gone. With your hopes of finding any allies on your side dwindling, you went straight for Jim’s parent’s house. They weren’t answering their phone either, but you hoped that being away from London would have at least meant that the virus took longer to reach them. It was optimistic, but you were also reminded that it had been almost a month since the outbreak and everything happened so fast.

His parents had told you where the spare key was, so you had no problem getting in. Parking your bike at the front, you spotted Jim’s old bikes that his parents had kept over the years. He had been the one to teach you how to ride a bike and you weren’t too surprised when you found out he had taken a job as a bike courier. Jim always liked living simple.

The silence was ringing in your ears as you crept through the house. You were afraid to call out in case there were nearby infected, or worse. You searched each room, memories of when it was lived in coming in flashes until you reached upstairs to their room. A chill was already running up your spine as you spotted their door closed, a rotting smell leaking through the cracks of the door. Opening it slowly, your eyes swept the room until they landed on the bed. Your hand flew to your mouth as you collapsed on the floor, stifling your sobs.

You couldn’t bear to be near the room anymore and not even daring to go in, rushing down the steps. It wasn’t until you almost tripped over the last two steps did you take a deep breath and come to your senses, the whole thing feeling like a twisted nightmare until now. Everything was real, the virus, the killings, the bodies all around the country. There was no way to get out of it. Unless foreign aid came to help stop the virus, you didn’t see a way for this nightmare to end any time soon.

Seeing the sun going down outside, you reluctantly decided to stay the night at the house, gathering supplies around the place before dredging back up the stairs. You paused at the landing, willing yourself in avoiding looking anywhere near that room and made your way straight to Jim’s old room. His mother was always tidy, but after turning on the desk light, you could see the thin layer of dust that had settled within the past month.

You locked the door and dragged a chair under the door knob before flopping tiredly onto the bed. Staring up at the ceiling with Jim’s old posters lining the wall, you could still picture yourself with Jim lounging around in his room attempting homework while talking about everything and nothing. When you used to sleep over, you would share the bed with ease until you both got a little older and a little more uncomfortable with it. There was one late night, though, where he laid next to you on the bed.

He buried his face in your shoulder and whispered, “I don’t want you to go.”

It was the night before you moved away to go to college. You couldn’t say anything.

Growing up, he had been the more expressive of the two of you until he got older and was told that real men didn’t cry. There were times where he let his anger take hold of him and lash out on you and you’d fight back, but you both hated it. He’d run away with tears streaking down his cheeks while you had to break away and let the anger simmer out until the emotions finally sunk in and overwhelm you as well.

When you both calmed down, you were always able to find him. Eventually, the two of you had a talk and sorted things out. That was the closest that your friendship had been to breaking. Back then, that had been the scariest and nearly heartbreaking thing to have happened to you.

A loud bang had jerked you awake, setting your body into shock as your heart began to race. You grabbed the machete that you found among the old family camping gear and strapped your backpack on you. The noise paused, followed by some shuffling.

“Stop making all that noise!” a woman hissed. “We don’t have time for this.”

“Wait, I just need to grab something from my room before we go,” came a familiar voice.

Another man sighed. “We can just leave him.”

“You’ve got less than ten minutes, then we’re leaving. With or without you,” the woman said.

After the two pairs of footsteps disappeared down the stairs, Jim sighed and tried the door knob again. You approached the door slowly, pulling the chair away before opening the door. Even with his uneven dark hair and unkempt beard, you could recognize your best friend anywhere.

His blue eyes widened when he realized what he was seeing in front of him. He reached a hand out to touch your face, squeezing your cheeks together. You pinched him, making him bite down a yelp as he flinched away. You reached over to squeeze his cheeks, too, ending it with a slap. His smile brightened up his face as he pulled you into a tight hug.

“I thought you were dead,” he muttered into your hair. “My… my mom and dad… they-”

“I know. I saw. I’m so sorry, Jimmy.”

The footsteps returned, the woman stared at the two of you with a neutral expression. “It’s too dark to go to the shops. We’ll have to sleep here for the night.”

Jim nodded. His head had been in a daze until he found out you were still alive. It was all still much to take in, but with you around, he felt more grounded with all things considered.

“You and Mark can take my room. We can sleep downstairs,” Jim offered.

The woman glanced in the room. “We’ll sleep in the same room. It’s safer.” She walked over to you and nodded. “I’m Selena and that idiot downstairs is Mark. It’s a good thing we were there when your boyfriend was being chased down.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you muttered, but she ignored it, turning around to get Mark.

“You and Selena can take the bed,” Jim said, going in to clear up the space.

“No need,” Selena said, climbing back up the stairs, “We’ll take the floor and you lovebirds can get the bed.”

“Don’t get too carried away, though,” Mark teased.

Jim grimaced, obviously not a fan of Mark’s type of humor. Selena scoffed, setting her things down in one corner of the room. Mark was used to Selena’s serious demeanor and simply chuckled, slapping Jim’s back before pushing past the two of you into the room. You shook your head, your hand raising up to run through his messy hair where it had grown around his stitching.

“Does it look that bad?” Jim asked in amusement.

“I guess it doesn’t matter during a zombie apocalypse if you look good or not,” you teased.

Once everyone was settled down in their own corners, you and Jim adjusted yourselves on the bed. He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and sighed, passing it over to you. In his mother’s handwriting, it said: “Jim - with endless love, we left you sleeping. Now we’re sleeping with you. Don’t wake up.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t have woken up to this… this nightmare.” His eyes were shut as he rubbed his temples. “First thing I saw was being alone, naked in the hospital bed. The whole building was empty and everything was just a mess. You weren’t there and I knew that you had always been there because I could hear you.”

“You could?” you whispered back.

Jim hummed and nodded.

“Could you hear my snoring?”

That made him snort. He shook his head at your attempt of lifting the mood before shifting around to lay on his side to face you. He leaned into you, slinging an arm across your stomach, very reminiscent of your last night here in his bedroom. Even after you had reconnected after college, life never made time for the two of you to spend time together like this. Now, with a raging virus spreading around the world, it seemed that any time would be the last time. You hope that would not be the case, that the two of you would find a way to get out of this alive.

#jim x reader #28 days later #cillian murphy imagine #cillian murphy fanfiction #28 days later imagine #oneshot #I'm still typing out ideas for an emmett x reader fic for a quiet place p II

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[ksw] clouds

sunwoo x reader

wc. 5k warnings: medical inaccuracies, death, illness, hospitals, overall just a pretty heavy piece genre can only be described as an absolute mess inspired mainly by san junipero but also slightly by charlie kaufman and wong kar wai

a/n: this is supposed to be told nonlinearly but like the creation of it was very messy so i have no clue if it actually worked, so good luck trying to make this piece make sense of this :)

act iii. scene iii.

Sunwoo sits and watches the sun shift from pink and blue to an impossible shade of green. And it’s then he knows that without a doubt Clara has ruined the color green for him. Because instead of marveling at the color of the sky, Sunwoo is reminded of the doors in her apartment building.

“Thought I might find you here.” The voice of a stranger who Sunwoo loved once upon a time says behind him. He tries like hell not to turn around. Not to lean back towards the voice and wait for your hand on his shoulder or your shin knocking familiarly against his back. He focuses on the waves crashing below instead. The roar of the water beneath him is deafening, but only if you let it be. He does, and he almost forgets that you’re behind him.

“Where’d you go?” You ask, now sitting next to him, tugging at the long grass.

“I’m right here.”

“And what about in there?” You bring a finger up and poke at the side of his forehead.

He turns to you, facing you in full. He takes in your features like it’s the first time all over again. And, oh, he wishes he knew before how many firsts you already had together. This is just another. This is just the first time he’s seen you in the past six months and remembered the thousands of times he’s seen your face before.

He studied your cheeks. The one he now recalls running the back of his palm over after you left for the Cloud.

He memorizes, for the millionth time, your eyes. He used to swear they were darker than they are, but then he saw them in the sun. He was dying back then; then he saw your eyes and you saved him. Just like that.

Mr. Choi was right of course. As he always must be. You and him are like an old married couple. Not like. You are. Almost were.

“I had lunch with Mr. Choi today.” He tells you.

You squint at him. “I know. It’s Thursday.” You pull out a piece of the grass. “What’d he make?”

“Ramen.”

“Was it good?”

“It was okay.”

“Too spicy?”

Suwnoo answers with a sigh, looking away from you and back towards the water. The deafening waves crash against the cliffside. “I know you looked at your file.” He finally says. You stop pulling at the grass. You still. “Mr. Choi told me.”

After he says it, there’s a silence that isn’t actually silent at all. The waves rage below his feet. The seagulls are there too, beneath, above, somewhere, everywhere. And then, of course, there’s you and Sunwoo, trying to be silent over the static in your heads and the machines you’re hooked up to in a universe far far away.

“Did he tell you about my file?”

He looks at you again. “No.”

“Oh.” You look away, brows furrowed, lick your lips, and then turn back to him. “So why are you upset?”

“After he told me, I went and I…”

“You didn’t.”

“I looked at mine.”

There’s another silence, except that this time it really is quiet. Sunwoo read once whilst in a rabbit hole of medical research that true silence only happens in a vacuum, where there is no medium for sound waves to travel through. This must be that. This place, the files, Mr. Choi and Mr. Chan, Clara and her apartment building full of green doors--it’s a vacuum. And they stick people in it then call it the Cloud. They call it extra time. But it isn’t. It’s nothing and he’s stuck in the middle of it. So Sunwo stares at you, straight through the vacuum of time and space you’re both lost in, waits for you to say something, and then waits for himself to hear it.

“You looked?” You finally say, voice folding in on itself.

“Yes.” Sunwoo’s own voice is barely there. You must be reading his lips which you’ve always been good at anyways.

“So you know now?”

“I always knew, and now, I remember.”

act i. scene iv.

There’s been an accident.

That’s what they say when the sun falls out of the sky and the world starts spinning in the wrong direction. It’s how they show up at Sunwoo’s door painted in shades of blue and red, with authority in their arms and hands on their hips. How they prepare him for the looming moment where they rip past his skin, blood, bone to shoot a gun straight at his heart. I’m so sorry for your loss, they say leaving him with a bullet lodged somewhere between his left and right atrium.

And those are the four words that play over and over and over in Sunwoo’s head as he gets to the hospital. Those are the words that crawl inside his open chest and turn him blue and black with infection. There’s been an accident, he remembers, staring at the extraordinary measures taken to keep your heart beating and lungs beating. This is it. Except that the accident isn’t that you’re dying, but that you’re dying. It’s always supposed to have been him. He’s supposed to be the one stuffed with tubes and hooked up to monitors, the one whose life is hanging on by a thread, and you’re supposed to be the one that saves him. It all feels like a play that’s gone horribly wrong because everyone switched parts after intermission without telling him. At what point did you steal the role of dying protagonist from him?

We did everything we could, a stranger in a white coat says. Except that it’s not some stranger, it’s your colleague and co-worker because this is the hospital you work at and the hospital Sunwoo met you in. There was too much damage to the brain, they explain as the image of their tear-stricken face goes from your friend during intern year to the doctor who operated on you as your brain went dead.

“We have two options, right?” Sunwoo is far too familiar with surgery and all this. He knows from his hospital days what’s supposed to happen next. But apparently, things have changed since then.

“Actually, there’s a third option.”

Sunwoo doesn’t waste a second. He jumps out of the chair stained red from his bleeding heart and asks: “What is it?”

“We can upload them.”

act iii. scene ii.

In fifty days of living in the cloud, Sunwoo has learned all about the people that he shares a building with. There’s Mr. Chan who lives behind a vomit green on the same floor as him and who hasn’t left his room since last January. There’s also Mr. Choi, who lives behind the emerald door and invites Suwoo over for lunch every Thursday. Clara lives upstairs, where the walls are painted in various shades of green--olive, seaweed, moss, hunter, shamrock, sage, and others that Sunwoo tries not to think too deeply about. He’s only met Clara once in the past fifty days and has no particular wish to see her again. He hadn’t expected her to be a kid. Cancer, you told him after their introduction in the lobby, poor girl was only seven. As said before, Sunwoo tries not to think about it.

And then of course there’s you behind the forest green door who has been slowly showing him all the good places. There’s the beach where you spent the day making seashell necklaces. The cafe which serves its tea too sweet for him, but sweet enough to be considered your favorite. Sunwoo just gets the chocolate bread. You took him downtown. To a club. The tallest building. And to midtown where the amusement park is.

But his favorite place you’ve taken him so far is the cliffside above the beach, where the waves crash against the rocks in a way that can only be described as violent. That day you and him laid in the grass and stared at the clouds with your heads dangling just over the edge and water spraying the backs of your necks. That day you turned to him and told him you’re sorry. For what, he asked. I’m so sorry you’re sick, you said, but it’s nice to have you around here. I think in a sense, we’ve both been waiting for this. Then, you smiled and stole all of the blood from his body. So yeah, that day, that place--it’s his favorite.

Today, you take him on a hike up a mountain.

“Do you believe in an afterlife?” You ask him after having spent thirty minutes silently staring at the view from the best peak.

“One after this?”

“Yeah. I guess. Although, I’m not so convinced this counts.”

“I don’t know.” Sunwoo shrugs. “Maybe.”

“Do you think we’d be able to be with our loved ones in it?”

His chest lurches. “If there is one, yes.”

“Do you think it’ll be different than this?”

Sunwoo turns to you finally. “Why are you asking about this?”

You shake your head. “Nevermind. It’s a stupid question.”

He turns back towards the view. From here, he can make out Clara’s building. He thinks about her, about Mr. Choi and Mr. Chan, who he recently found out were once married but who haven’t spoken since Mr. Chan read his file in January, and he thinks about you and about him.

“I think,” Sunwoo says, loud enough so that you can hear after wandering a little bit away from him, “that whatever the afterlife is, if it does exist, it’ll be worth it.”

You turn to him, but don’t make any move to come near him again. “And if it doesn’t exist?”

“Then life will have been worth it.”

The corner of your lip lifts. “I like that.”

Sunwoo only nods at the sentiment, and after a long while, he builds enough courage to ask, “you’ve been here a really long time, haven’t you?”

“Time doesn't work as linearly in the cloud as it does in the real world. Sometimes it feels like I got here and then you arrived the very next day.” You turn back towards the view and exhale heavily.

“But yes. I’ve been here for an eternity.”

act ii. scene i.

Before he actually sees you, Sunwoo feels you. Not you, in particular, but something in the distance, a presence in the corner of the room and a pair of eyes watching him from somewhere far away.

The scariest part is how much the feeling doesn’t actually scare him.

Two days after that, he starts to see you in the flesh. He tells himself that his mind is playing tricks on him, that the person he saw in the produce aisle wasn’t actually you at all and was just a stranger with the same hair.

He doesn’t go straight home from the store that day. Instead, he stops by the hospital and checks in on you, but even that doesn’t do anything about the fact that he sees a shadow of you behind the bed.

The day after that, you speak to him. Standing in the middle of his kitchen in broad daylight, you speak, you say hello, and the first thing Sunwoo thinks is that he’s dead.

You aren’t, you reply. You’re a zombie, he reasons, here for my brain. I’m not. A ghost. No. Are you, here Sunwoo falters, fear flooding out of his body to make room for the briefest blotch of hope that’s crushed almost immediately by you saying: I’m not alive, Sunwoo. You saw me in the hospital yesterday.

“So then,” he swallows, “what are you?”

I’m here. You look at him, stare at his face and without a sliver of doubt say, I’m here for you.

Sunwoo knows it’s impossible. You can’t be here. You can’t. And yet, you are.

Three years ago Sunwoo was told he had three months left to live, and he still remembers how impossibly you saved him from the brink of death. He remembers how impossible things happen all the time, and how impossibly possible it is that this is one of them. He steps towards you, touches your face, and feels the real, impossible thing against his hand.

“You’re here.”

On the fifth day of your haunting, Sunwoo finally has the sense to ask why.

Why what?

“Why are you here?”

I’m here for you.

“Stop saying that.”

But I am, you tell him. You asked, and that’s the answer. I’m a doctor, Sunwoo. I’m here for you.

Then, finally, he hears what you’ve been saying for the past five days. You’re here for him.

And the thing about doctors is that they’re there for you when you need them.

“I’m sick.”

Yes, you answer quietly, although it wasn’t a question.

“Again.”

I’m so sorry.

“You’re a hallucination, aren’t you?” Sunwoo’s shocked by how sad that makes him, how disappointing it is. “I’ve been hallucinating.”

Find me in the Cloud, Sunwoo. There’s something I want to say.

You’re gone by the time he gets to the hospital.

act iii. scene i.

Sunwoo stares at the hall of green doors, eyes darting from door to door in an attempt to stare down the shades until they confess which one of them is tea green.

“Clara, the landlord, likes colors.” A voice says from behind him. “Every couple of months she repaints all of the doors in different shades of the same one. Before the green, it was yellow.”

Sunwoo turns around to face you. When your eyes find him, they go blank for the smallest of moments. You give him a look that goes right through him, turning him inside out like you’ve seen the underside of his skin. It irks him.

“I’m Sunwoo. I’m new.”

You gulp. “You’re here.” He doesn’t know what to make of the statement. Do all people in the cloud act like this? “Why?”

Sunwoo nods, maybe you’re not so weird as much as you just have a weird way of posing questions. “I was told I’m sick.”

“I’m sorry.” You say, frowning like you actually might feel back for him.

“Have you been here a while then?” You nod. “Can I ask how long?” You shake your head. Sunwoo doesn’t think too much about it. Instead, he returns your earlier question “Why are you here?”

“Brain dead.”

“I’m sorry.”

You ignore it and point to a door down the hall. “I’m forest green. You?”

“Tea green. But I can’t find-”

You tap the door in front of him. “This one, genius.”

“Oh.” He laughs awkwardly. “Thanks.”

Your mouth parts as if to say something, and your face goes blank again. He feels his skin turning itself inside out because of it. “Have you read your file yet?”

He shakes his head. “I just got here.”

You inhale, softening, and mutter an ‘okay’. You continue down the hall towards your door. Sunwoo is stuck in place. “I can show you around here, if you like. Take you to all the cool places.”

Sunwoo takes you up on it.

A forest green door slams shut down the hallway.

act i. scene ii.

“Thank you for taking me out of the hospital.” Sunwoo says, exhaling. “I can’t remember the last time I’ve been to a park like this.”

And it’s true, he really can’t. He’s been sick for so long now, and has been through a multitude of treatment plans and too many surgeries. When you’re sick and have 9 surgeons turn you down after asking them to save your life, you forget the joy of being outside and feeling the sun on your skin. You were the first doctor to agree to the surgery. You’re the only doctor to have ever treated Sunwoo like he wasn’t dying, like he was actually going to live.

“You don’t have to thank me. This is good for me too.” You say, head resting against the park bench and eyes closed.

Sunwoo inhales, taking in the park with all his senses. A visceral sort of thing you learn to do as often as possible when you’ve been as close to death as frequently as he has. He feels the wood beneath his body and the grass beneath his feet. He feels the light on his skin and the wind pushing against his arms and nose. He listens to the kids screaming at the playground at the bottom of the hill and to the dogs barking within the dog park beside it. He takes all this in, relishes in it for the last time as a dying person.

You sigh. “One more surgery.”

“And then I’ll be done with this sickness.”

You smile. He pretends not to see. “And then you’ll be done.”

“Thank you for saving my life.”

“Don’t do that.”

“No. Seriously.”

You smile again, this time at him. Sunwoo doesn’t have to pretend not to see. “I haven’t finished saving it yet.”

He leans back against the bench and closes his eyes. “But you will.”

You tap on your coffee cup. “Honestly though, you did more work than me.” Sunwoo frowns while you take a sip. “The other nine doctors you called are good doctors, and they made the same judgement call I would have made for any other patient. No sane doctor would have agreed to treat you. But you were the reason I said yes. You had such faith that you were going to live and so much faith that I could do it that I believed you. I might be the one doing the technical saving, but you, Sunwoo, you’re the one who convinced me to do it. You saved yourself.”

He stares at you. The light hits your eyes like it’s finding a way to break through them. In truth, before Sunwoo got sick, he didn’t think he was scared of death, but he is. He’s terrified of it. Sunwoo realized it two weeks after his diagnosis and the day after he was wrongly told he only had three more months left to live. But now, for the first time since he was diagnosed, he doesn't feel so afraid of it. Despite how far he’s come and how close he is to beating this fucking illness, while staring at the light woven through your eyes, Sunwoo thinks he could live with himself if he dropped dead tonight.

That thought alone, is almost as terrifying as death used to be.

act iii. scene v.

“I saw your ghost, you know.” It’s the first thing Sunwoo has said to you in over two weeks. “It wasn’t actually you though, was it?” You don’t even bother looking up from your cup of tea. Through the silence, Sunwoo orders a coffee.

“I didn’t know that.” The coffee turns lukewarm. “It wasn’t me.” You push an uneaten half of chocolate bread towards him. “It’s in your brain this time. Symptoms can include hallucinations.”

“Think you can still save me?” You can’t. If you know that much, you know he’s out of medical miracles, and that this time, he really won’t survive it. But it’s a joke. And you laugh at it.

“Definitely not. I never really liked neurosurgery.”

And all at once, he’s painfully aware of your friend somewhere in the real world that does like it but watched anyways as your brain died before her, split wide open.

“Anyways, how do you know all of this?” But what Sunwoo really wants to say is brains are killer. Literally. Figuratively.

“I’ve known since we...“ you hesitate, mouth stuck halfway through a word he can’t place. “After last time, I read your chart and looked at your scans.” Sunwoo nods. He expected as much. He doesn’t ask how you got them. “I’m sorry you're sick again.” You say to him quietly. “I’m sorry you’re dying.”

“I’m sorry you’re dead.” As soon as the words have left his mouth, he regrets them. Because you aren’t. And he knows you too well to think you’d look past the technicality.

You scoff, shake your head slightly, and with a spiteful smile say, “Can I say it?”

Sunwoo only sighs. “Let’s start over instead.”

You nod. He pushes the chocolate bread back.

act iii. scene iv.

Mr. Choi was the one to recommend that Sunwoo give you and himself space. It’s been a month since you and him last spoke, since that moment hovering above the waves after he read his file and after he found out you read yours. He misses you, and has been for so long now. Mr. Choi was wrong. Sunwoo’s standing outside your forest green door to prove it.

You open the door before he can knock. There’s no shock in your voice when you say his name, like you’ve been waiting for this day, expecting it.

He looks behind you, at your apartment in Clara’s building that looks just like your apartment in the real world. The same one he cleaned out after you died, still filled with things he gave to your family or donated or took back to his place. He wants to crumble just looking at it again. “Can I come in?”

“It’s only been a month.”

And he knows what you mean by it. Three months is the recommended time off after reading one’s file. To reacclimate, they say, to process. But the insinuation that Sunwoo was supposed to go three months without seeing you makes him feel sick. The insinuation that after a year of being without you in the real world he was supposed to be without you here too, enrages him. Then he remembers how long you’ve been here, and how long you’ve been doing this and feels slightly murderous.

All he says is: “It’s been a lot longer than that for you.”

Your lip twitches. You lock and unlock the open forest green door five times before saying, “Are you sure?”

He nods. You let him in.

Sunwoo used to imagine what it would be like to meet you again in the Cloud one day. He imagined tears and hugs and kisses. He imagined i love you’s and i hate you’s and i miss you. He imagined the scenario more times than can possibly be considered healthy. But he imagined something. He was waiting for the day. Waiting for this day. But this moment, sitting at your round wood table while you boil water for tea, is nothing like the million different ways he imagined seeing you again.

And as you set down two mismatched mugs and take the seat across from him, he doesn’t even try to create one of them. “How long has it been since you read your file?”

You watch the steam rise from your tea for a long moment, then stand, grab the sugar and pour a spoonful of it into your tea. You take another spoonful and look at him expectantly. “Want some?” He nods, and you pour the sugar into his. You stir the tea then taste, then cringe, then add more sugar and then ask if he wants it. He refuses. You stir again. Sunwoo watches the whirlpool and waits the eternity it takes you to say: “I read it on my first day.”

You put the sugar away, satisfied with the tea’s sweetness while Sunwoo marvels at how long you’ve known and how silently you’ve been carrying the knowledge of you and him since he came. And that knowledge is what makes him finally remember one of the reasons he came. “Is there something you want to tell me?” You look up at him when he asks it, exhaling like you’ve been wanting to bring it up for so long now, which Sunwoo guesses isn’t as much of a simile as he thinks it is.

“Yes, actually. I…” you hesitate, flicking the mug as if the right words will come hopping out of the tea. Sunwoo watches for it. “I’ve just been here for a long time now, Sunwoo.”

“Two years isn’t that long.”

“Time doesn’t work the same here as it does down there.” You tell him tiredly. “It’s been decades.”

He doesn’t say anything.

“In the beginning, I didn’t mind the waiting. I knew you were on your way, but I just,” you hesitate, “I didn’t think it’d take so long for you to come back to me.”

Sunwoo covers your hand with his. “I’m sorry.” You twist your palm into it, squeeze, then pull your hand away. Sunwoo swallows. “I came as fast as I could.”

“I know. I waited.”

“Do you regret it?” Sunwoo’s terrified of what the answer might be.

You don’t give it. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Then?”

“I’ve been here for so long, and,” your head drops, voice breaking under the weight it carries, “it’s been so lonely.”

“But I’m here now.” Sunwoo says, leaning forward against the table. “You aren’t alone anymore.”

“I know you’re here. I know, and I thought that would fix it, but it didn’t. Seeing you in the hall that day was so bittersweet, because you were here but that also meant you were somewhere else dying. Because you were here and I still felt lonely.” You stop, chugg the remaining bits of your tea, and then wipe your cheeks. “Do you get what I’m saying?”

“No.” But it’s a lie. He does get it. He knows all about loneliness and the way it creeps inside, so slyly. The way it starts small and then grows, feeding on negligence, until it's too big for your body. He knows how it sits inside you, for all its enormity, and spills into everything. He knows how it lingers. How it has nothing to do with people or lack of them and everything to do with grief. Sunwoo knows all about loneliness. The day he read his file he felt a dam of it burst open within him.

“I’m saying that in the real world I saved you, and now it’s your turn to save me.” You gulp. “I’m saying that I want you to unplug me.”

It takes a moment for Sunwoo to even register what you’ve said, but when he does remember the life support that’s keeping your body alive somewhere in a universe far away, he doesn’t say anything. He just stands and walks out of your apartment.

act i. scene iii.

“Doctor, please present.” The attending announces, stepping into Sunwoo’s room for rounds.

“Mr. Kim,” a resident starts, flipping open his chart, “was diagnosed 14 months ago and has gone through several different treatment plans. When he came to us, the illness had spread and was deemed inoperable and untreatable by several other physicians. Our treatment plan was aggressive and grueling but ultimately, effective. Sunwoo is 20 days post op from his third and final surgery. The surgery went extremely well with no complications and his vitals were excellent. He has been a model patient all throughout recovery, and according to our latest scans, he is also now illness free…”

Sunwoo doesn’t even bother listening to the rest.

“So, now that I’m no longer a patient, if I ask you out on a date, will you actually say yes?”

“Well,” you say, signing his discharge papers, “only one way to know.”

“What is it?”

You look up at him, smiling. “Ask me again.”

He does.

You say yes.

act iii. scene v. take ii.

“I saw your ghost.” The first thing Sunwoo says after the last failed attempt.

You look up from your tea. “It wasn’t me.”

“I know.” Sunwoo orders another coffee. “But the hallucination was how I knew I was sick again. It made me feel like you were trying to warn me, like you were up here somewhere caring from a distance. Right after I pieced it all together you told me to find you here and that there was something you wanted to say.” The coffee turns lukewarm again. Sunwoo can’t bring himself to say it. You sigh and push the same piece of chocolate bread back towards him. This time, he takes a bite from it. And with a mouthful of chocolate bread, he cries, “I just got you back, and now you want to leave all over again.”

You frown. “I didn’t want to leave the first time, and it’s different now.”

“How?”

“I want to go. Isn’t that worth something?”

“And what about what I want?”

“Oh, Sunwoo,” you say, “I’m sorry you’re sick. The hallucination was you and your head, but for what it’s worth, I have been up here caring from a distance. I still…” you don’t need to say the words. He knows. He never had to doubt it. “I never stopped.”

“I’ve been thinking about what you asked of me.” Sunwoo tells you. He made the decision last week but today, right now, with your confession still falling through the air, is the first time he’s had the stomach to swallow it. “And I’ll do it. I will. I just need some time. You’ve had so long and in comparison I’ve had nothing.”

“Okay.” You say simply.

“How long can you give me?”

You smile. “You know I’d give you an eternity if you asked for it.”

“I’m scared.” Sunwoo confesses then. “I know it’s what you want, but selfishly, I don’t want to let you again. I don’t know if I’m a big enough person to do it.”

“I do.” You say to him, leaning forward against the table and looking straight through him. “I know because I was your doctor. I have cut inside your body, seen all your organs, and during surgery two, I held your heart in my hands. I felt it beating. So I know exactly how big it is, and I know it’s big enough for this”

Sunwoo feels the heart you worked so hard to repair bursting inside of him.

“God. Why’d you have to read your file so soon?”

You laugh. “I missed you. I couldn’t help it.”

And just like that, you’ve stolen the entire concept of fear from him.

“I’m ready.”

“What?”

He looks at you and feels the loneliness slither away.

“Ask me again.”

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Noxious Cherry (1)

Part 1 | Part 2

Genre: criminal!Taeyong x fem!reader

Warnings: psycho, deception, theft, shootings, swearing, car explosion

Word count: 2.7k

Plot: You found a pink haired man lying on the ground and decided to check up on him when you should have run away.

A/N: I AM OBSESSED WITH TY’S GTA! This genre reminds me of @taeyongtime’s Pre: Ace of Fools so do check that out if wanting another psycho read.

Gif: mine

- ❀ -

Finally home time!

The feeling of settling into your car after the end of your night shift was a pleasant one. You relaxed your head against the headrest and let the exhaustion from having to stand hours preparing the endless coffee orders leave your body before starting your car. You drove down the empty streets, a few nonfunctioning streetlamps creating a dim lighting along the sidewalks. Mindlessly, you passed by a park where a dark figure laid still on the ground.

Reaching a red light of an intersection, you thought back to the thing you caught a glimpse of earlier and something itched in you to go back and check it out. When the lights turned green, you made a U-turn and found the figure still there, unmoving.

Walking closer to it, you realized it was a boy with pink hair, eyes closed looking unconscious, though his chest rhythmically rose up and down. You squinted to get a better look of his face under the low lighting and did not spot a single scratch on the skin to hint any signs of him being injured.

Is he okay? you thought. Should I wake him up?

Worried that he could have been bruised under his clothes, you called for him. “Hello? Are you okay?”

Hearing your voice, his eyes fluttered open and his breath hitched upon seeing a beautiful face up close. You were relieved that he was alive, but grew uneasy when he merely stared at you, not responding back to you with words.

“Um, are you okay?” you asked again, hoping he would say something about why he was on the ground in the middle of the night.

He only groaned as he shifted his weight to sit upright, rolling his neck and shoulders in circles to alleviate the tensed muscles.

“Should I call the ambula-”

“Don’t,” he cut you off with a small glare. He couldn’t afford getting caught if he were taken to the hospital, especially when he didn’t even need to go there in the first place.

You bit your lip nervously, unsure what to do next. You didn’t want to be rude and leave him alone all of a sudden, but you really wanted to go home. Should you drop him home? Get a grip, Y/N! He was a stranger, and you couldn’t tell if he was safe enough to bring him inside your car. “But are you hurt?”

“It’s not that bad,” he replied. “Just take me home.”

Shit.

Looked like you were taking him into your car.

“Where do you live?” You hoped he didn’t live somewhere too far so you could get under the covers of your cozy blankets as soon as you could.

The boy cocked his head to the side and gazed at you in amusement. “Take me to your home.”

You were thankful it wasn’t summer just yet. Otherwise, mosquitoes would have entered your jaw-dropped mouth. Was he crazy? Why would anyone in their right mind ask to be taken to a complete stranger’s home? Especially one where you lived alone. “Why my home? Don’t you have one?”

He propped his upper body up with hands resting beside him, watching you with a dark glint in his eyes that you failed to notice. “I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

The boy was adamant and wouldn’t take no for a response, making you pray to the Lords that nothing bad would happen when taking home the pink haired whose name you learned was Taeyong.

Your keys repeatedly failed to connect with the lock of your house. It was hard to when Taeyong’s intense gaze was fixed on your side profile. “Sorry,” you nervously chuckled. “I’m really tired from work,” you tried reasoning.

After struggling for a while, he snatched the key from your grasp and unlocked the door, pushing it open and inviting himself in. You stay rooted by the entrance, shocked that Taeyong casually opened the door and simply walked in as if it were his house.

Taeyong looked around your place, interested to see the soft-hearted person you were with various photos of your loved ones hanging on the walls.

“Do you need the first aid kit?” you asked.

He touched himself in the stomach and hissed. “Yeah.”

You nodded and went to search for the kit in the bathroom. When out of his sight, Taeyong plopped down on the sofa, letting out a long exhale and half smiled. He found it new and amusing with someone being concerned for his well-being.

With the kit in your hand, you took a moment to calm down your racing heart. Taeyong was not letting you feel comfortable for a reason that you failed to decipher. You met your gaze in the mirror and told yourself that nothing bad should happen. How could a wounded boy harm a girl?

You walked back into the living room and were relieved to see Taeyong resting on the sofa with his eyes closed. If he wanted to harm you, then he wouldn’t be lounging around like that. “I brought it.”

He hummed and opened one eye. “You can leave it there and head for bed,” he said nodding towards the small table in front of him.

“Don’t you need any help though?” What if he had any wounds on his back that he couldn’t reach?

Taeyong clicked his tongue. “I’ll be fine.”

“I have a guest bedroom. You can sleep there,” you offered.

He shook his head. “I’m fine here.”

“But the sofa isn’t-”

“I’m fine.”

You bit back your tongue, letting him decide on his own what was best for him. It was odd that he wouldn’t opt for a bed to let his body relax and heal faster. “Okay, I’ll bring you a pillow and blanket then.”

“I don’t need them. That throw will be fine.” He pointed at one draped over the armchair.

Were you being too pushy? Why was this guy refusing everything that you were kindly offering? “Okay… I’ll head up then. G’night.” With that, you hurriedly went up to your refuge and finally called it a night.

Once the coast was clear, Taeyong pulled off his denim jacket and shirt over his head, observing his skin.

Flawless skin.

Not a single wound spotted.

You’re a cute one, he thought and smirked to himself.

- ❀ -

You took Taeyong out for shopping the next day, as per his so-called request. It was more of a demand. You didn’t understand why he was staying at your place but decided to keep your mouth shut and hoped that he’d leave you soon.

While you wandered around the cosmetics section, Taeyong left your side, his eyes catching interest of the sparkling diamonds department.

“Hello, sir. What would you like to see?” the woman behind the counter asked sweetly.

Taeyong paid no mind looking at her and locked his gaze on a specific 2 carat round eternity engagement ring in 14k white gold. “How much is that?” he pointed at the ring enclosed in the display case.

“Twenty-five thousand dollars, sir.”

Taeyong let out a whistle and propped his elbow on the casing. He turned around to search for you, finding you try on a couple of samples on your skin, and his lips curled up when seeing you pleased with the products.

The man not being by your side gave you some time to calm your heart down. You didn’t know why you felt that way with Taeyong when he hadn’t done anything to harm you. Something warned you from the inside to not trust him, even though he hadn’t done anything to invade your privacy at home. You were glad that he chose to sleep downstairs and so a part of you grew fond for him despite the short time.

Then what was this feeling that you probably made a grave mistake for helping him out last night?

You put away the product testers and searched for Taeyong, spotting the pink one easily as he leisurely passed by two security guards and picked out a pistol from its holder without them knowing.

“What the…” you breathed out. What was this guy going to do with a gun?

Taeyong made his way over to the fire alarm system and pulled it down. A loud, 3-beep pattern resonated throughout the store and numerous customers panicked, dashing out the building while the guards tried to figure out what was going on. The boy walked back to the diamonds where the employee was still there, frantically locking everything up before leaving for safety.

“Give me the ring,” Taeyong ordered. His blank expression made the woman not take him seriously and ignored him. Just when she was about to leave the counter, Taeyong held up the gun at her forehead and repeated. “Give me or I’ll shoot you.”

“B-But th-there’s a fire!” she cried. She didn’t want to die from the fire, or from the gunshot, or from her boss that she gave one of the most expensive rings away for free.

“There’s no fire. Quit wasting time or I’ll shoot.”

The guards caught up on the situation. “Hey you! Put that gun down or I’ll shoot you!” one said, while the other informed the situation through his walkie talkie.

Taeyong grabbed the woman in the blink of an eye, holding her as a shield with the gun pressed against her temple. “If you come near me, she dies.”

The guards backed away and held their hands up. “Okay okay! Let her go, man.”

I will, but after I get my ring, he thought.

He pulled the worker behind the counter, keeping her in front of him, and ordered her again. She obeyed, the fear of having to die from his gun scariest than any other consequence she’d have to face later. “D-Do you want the r-ring casing?”

“Just the damn ring.”

She handed it over with shaky hands. He shoved it inside the pocket of his jeans and shot the two guards down. The woman screamed and he pushed her away.

“Chill. I won’t kill you unless you get in my way.”

He sprinted to your rooted spot where you silently watched the scene unfold. Taeyong pulled you out of your shock self when he grabbed your hand and darted for the exit, letting your feet automatically respond to his action.

“Pass me the car key,” he instructed.

You didn’t want to, not when he shot two people in front of your eyes. But you chose to trust him than get caught now that you were technically his partner in crime. You both rushed to your car with him diving into the driver’s seat while you in the passenger. The police sirens could be heard from a distance and Taeyong wasted no time and slammed on the accelerator without putting on his seatbelt.

He went over the speed limit, overtaking the slower cars in the lanes as he tried to widen the gap between him and the flashing red and blue lights. A red traffic light was fast approaching, and cars were lined up ahead. But the boy made no plans to pull the brakes.

“You need to slow down!” you screamed.

The pink haired peeked at the rearview mirror, spotting the cops not too far behind them.

“Taeyong, stop!” Right before he could touch the stopped vehicles, he swerved the car abruptly to the empty lanes.

The lanes for the opposite direction.

You pulled at your hair, close to losing your sanity. “Are you fucking trying to kill us?”

The cops took a while to decide on the next course of action before following suit. He smirked, pleased with himself. “Relax, sweetheart. I’m good at this.”

Traffic was ongoing perpendicular to your direction and you were horrified with what the psycho was planning to do next. Without slowing the speed, Taeyong sped through the intersection once spotting an opening. Cars screeched to a stop and honked at the maniac driver.

This was a nightmare.

The very nightmare that the pink haired found thrilling.

Once on a street clear of any other vehicles besides yours and the police, you shouted, “I’m feeling fucking sick!”

“Hang in there. The show’s almost over.”

Wait…

What?

He checked the rearview again and the spacing was perfect. There were only two cars after them, making it easy for his plan to work.

Taeyong slammed the brakes and turned the steering wheel all the way, spinning the car 360 degrees. You screamed and held onto the handle tightly, shutting your eyes.

“Hold the wheel,” he said.

“What?”

He grabbed your hand and placed it on the steering wheel. “Hold it,” he directed. After you did, Taeyong pushed your head below the windows, clear from his aim. He lowered the glass barriers and shot at an incoming auto, aiming perfectly at the one in front of the other which resulted it to swerve out of control. This caused the one behind it to collide and flip over onto its roof. And not too long after-

BAAM!

It exploded into flames, ending the chase.

Taeyong stepped out of your new car and you followed, slamming the door shut angrily. “Why the fuck did you do that?” Your eyes moisten from the intense anger that built up inside.

He rounded the vehicle and stopped in front of you, alarming you when he suddenly grabbed your hand.

You tried to yank your hand free, but his grip was tight. “What the hell are you doing?”

His hand dug in his pocket for the stolen ring and slid it onto your ring finger. “I got this for you,” he spoke quietly while admiring the beauty that rested on your hand.

Your rage died for a moment, puzzled that he’d do such a thing to get you a ring. “Why?” Tears fell from its place and you wailed. “Why did you do it?” You never asked for any of this, from the theft to the shootings, to him even changing your car at a dealership who he was well acquainted with.

Taeyong shrugged coolly as if it was no big deal. “Just felt like it. I saw it and I wanted to get it for you. Usually I steal cars, so be honoured that I stole a beauty like that for you.” He winked at you and walked inside your house.

You took a moment to scream your frustration out, almost kicking the car before deciding against it. Walking in, you found the boy sprawled on the sofa, eyes closed.

“If you wanted to get me it, then you should have paid for it like a normal person would!”

He peeked at you through one eye. “Do you know how much that’s worth?”

It was a no brainer that it was expensive. But exactly how much… “No.”

“Twenty-five grand.”

Talk about getting all the wind knocked out of your lungs. That was nearly how much you’d make in a year and you were not going to wear it.

Especially when it was involved in a criminal act.

You ripped it off your finger and chucked it at him. He swiftly caught it as if he expected that reaction from you.

“Get the fuck out of my house! And don’t you dare show me your face again!”

Taeyong slowly sauntered to you, a predatory look in his eyes. You backed away from him trying to keep a distance until your backside met the wall. He trapped you in his arms, resting his hands on either sides of your face and wore a smug smile. “I can. But what will happen to you?”

You blinked and attempted to gulp down the ball forming at the back of your throat. “W-What do you mean?”

He lifted one hand off and showed you the ring. “They’ll be looking for this and footage from the security cameras will show that there was a boy and a girl that left together with the ring.”

Oh crap.

“I’m an expert at running away without getting caught, sweetheart. But if you don’t want to get caught, then you’ll have to keep me around. I’ll make sure both of us will be safe.” Taeyong leaned close to your ear, whispering with a hot breath that sent a shiver down your spine, “It’s my specialty.”

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slashssunglasses · 3 years

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Mafia Slash- “Craving” P1

okay so the concept of “mafia slash” is something my friend Lily introduced to our friend group and since then we’ve all been building off of this, Mafia Slash will most likely appear several times here so be read ;)

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Slash: early 2000s end of snakepit- beginning of velvet remover Slash.

Backstory: (a/n I’ll do a full imagine solely on the origin story if y'all would like :})

Anywho, Slash was the most well known, ruthless, and feared mafia boss in the entire city- hell the entire state. His entire bloodline being gangster royalty. He never really wanted this life but after the tragic murder of his father his heart froze, a wave of pure power washing over him as he was forced to lead the “family business” at such a young age. You, see now you knew all about him, you’ve heard the stories, I mean cmon everyones heard the stories: the knives, the guns, the beatings…this guy enjoyed getting his hands dirty. It’d been rumored that Slash had been eyeing you but you never gave him attention, you didn't fear him. maybe it was because you knew he’d never hurt you.

Unfortunately, your father-that bastard- used the common knowledge that Slash fancied you to his advantage when he found himself in some hot water with the Hudson family. It’s common knowledge that in the mafia life, fathers tend to offer their daughters as sort of “peace makers” the idea always disgusted you but you never thought that your father would be so quick to give you away like that, as if you were property. That fucking coward. But, a deals a deal, and growing up in this life you know that you never break deals, no matter how hard it’s gonna be or how much youre gonna suffer you never break a deal…especially with guys like Slash. It was done, as much as you hated it- you were now his.

It’s been some time since you moved into the Hudson residence, Slash had been giving you your space because he understood how unfavorable it was for you to be forced into a relationship with someone you didn’t love but he was determined to make you fall for him and that you were.

You’d never tell him of course.

You slept in different rooms and you stayed away from his business even though you were quite used to it and even a little good at handling said business thanks to your father. You didn't think he noticed but he definitely did and it took every ounce of willpower to restrain himself from drooling right in front of you. Day and Night he fantasized about the business endeavors you’d go on, how good you were at talking your way out of things. Yet, you still had this sort of ‘dependance’ (?) on him, I mean you were one bad bitch- you did everything for yourself but you still found a way to make Slash feel like you needed his protecting or that you just needed him in general, no matter how hard you tried to push him away he still felt it, he felt that buzz in his tummy, he felt needed.

He thought you didn’t see him pulling knives and beating people up, he had this facade going on: the nice misunderstood gangster.

Part of it was true-except the nice part, only towards you was he ever ‘soft’ and caring. You were getting sick of him trying to act like he wasn’t evil, plus the months you’d gone without any contact other than your fingers and a few toys you’d manage to slip in. Boy oh boy, the more you were around him the more you wanted him, the more you fantasized about him using those same toys on you. It was becoming unbearable you held a grudge against him at this point. You didn’t want to want him! God it was just something abut the way he growled angrily through his teeth, laughed in the faces of petrified snitches, was just a scary guy but then would turn around and try not to stumble over his words when talking to you, he would rock on his heels nervously, he was a wreck!

You enjoyed the power trip you got from having so much power over one of the scariest guys you’ve met. But you just wanted him to quit the act, show his true colors. What? Was he scared? Maybe then he’d know how it felt, you were scared a little at first too, living with a man in his 30′s while you were just starting to enjoy your 20′s. The hate bubbled into horniness but, you wouldn’t admit just how badly you wanted him, never! You did however watch from afar and look back on the memories your brain kept while you worked yourself on the silk sheets of the room you’d been living in.

Riding the dildos suction cupped to the floor of the bathtub, spreading your legs under the faucet. like an animal in heat, you did anything and everything to get yourself off, the idea of it all being under Slash’s nose sent sparks of adrenaline through you. You smirked every time you two had a ‘lovers spat’ -as his men called it- because you saw his patience wear thinner and thinner each time, his desire to hide his nasty side evaporating.

It was only a matter of time before one of you snapped

You two had gone out for some business thing, you had no clue what it was for and frankly you didn’t care. All you knew was that you had to be done up real nice. You felt adventurous wanted to give yourself a little ‘foreplay’ beforehand by putting on the sluttiest lingerie set you owned. equipped with a garter belt, stockings, a g string, and transparent bra. It was beyond skimpy. You truly only wore it for yourself, and the idea that you’d have it on under whatever dress he bought for you for the night and he’d have no clue, was beyond thrilling. Gosh if he were to catch a glimpse what would happen? You didn’t even know.

The night went by slowly so you decided to entertain yourself by actually speaking to the other people in attendance. A line of men drooling for you seemed to work.

After finishing up another painfully boring conversation you slumped in your seat at the bar signaling for the bartender to bring you another whiskey. “On the rocks please” you sighed leaning on your elbow. “Whiskey? i’m sorry but you’re a woman?” a voice chuckled from behind you.

You couldn't believe what you just heard.

Turning your head around you scoffed, “and you’re clearly a misogynistic asshole. look at us both stating facts” you sarcastically smiled before turning back around

“No, I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that” the man chuckles awkwardly sitting next to you, “it was my lame attempt at a sarcastic joke”

“Oh yes very lame” you giggle turning to face him, “sorry, usually I do see most of the women drinking the fruity cocktails” he awkwardly rubbed his neck, “it’s ok, don’t worry” you smile warmly. “Uh I'm Mike” he extended his hand out, “I’m y/n” you giggled.

You two began chatting and hitting it off.

He provided a tasteful change from all the boring drooling duds that usually attended these functions. You payed little to no attention to where Slash was and what he doing, you were too busy enjoying your time with your new friend Mike.

“Who’s this honey?” You heard Slash’s voice perk up as you felt his arm snake around your shoulder. His touch burning your skin as you felt that thick sexual tension from these past few weeks resurface again. You tensed- an action that was supposed to keep you from melting under his rough touch. Clearly it didn't work since you could feel that familiar horny buzz in your panties.

You looked at mike, absolute panic laced his face.

“Oh uh, I’m sorry I didn't know I- uh ok” he scrambled away in pure fear. “Why would you do that” you jolted angrily out of his hold. Your arms crossed as you tried not to fall to your knees. God why was he appearing so sexy lately? “Why would you flirt with another man?” he snarled lowly, trying to contain his anger as to not set you off. He hated seeing you with another man, he wanted you to be his and only his.

“I was not flirting” you scoffed, “oh yeah? I saw you, touching his arm and giggling. that man was drooling over you!” he whisper yelled, “he was?” you smirked, you did this as an attempt to make him rage, you were so tired of the fake face he put on, you wanted to see him get mad. He clenched his fists stretching his neck out, “what're you gonna do? you gonna beat him up?” you pouted, “no” he scoffed, “good. I didn't want him anyway, he was a coward. Pfft scared of you, scurrying away like a scared little mouse. I can’t with such wimps” you sighed walking away from him.

You could feel his eyes burning into your back as you hips swayed, the clacking of your heels giving you a nice rhythm.

Some time had passed and you were exhausted. You hadn't seen slash again for a while which normally wouldn't strike you as odd but for some reason you didn't feel okay about him being gone. On top of that you wanted to go home. Growling to yourself in annoyance you begin your trek to go look for him.

Searching throughout the building, the front door, the bathrooms…nothing.

Finally you exited through the back door thinking he probably stepped out for a cigarette or something. That’s when you were met with an angered Slash surrounded by his men. His fists flying up and down as he beat the absolute living shit out of some poor soul. His Blazer off, sleeves rolled up showing his tattoos, skin dewy with seat as he grunted between punches. Your brain managing to make the situation filthy.

It was then that you caught a glimpse of who he was destroying.

Mike.

“Slash!” you screamed and everyone’s heads shot towards yours. Mike was dropped onto the ground, his bloody face weakly crawling away. Slash stared at you, his chest rising and falling quickly as he panted. “I thought I told you to make sure she stayed inside” he grabbed one of his men by the collar

“Hey stop it!” you pushed him off, the men around you gasped quietly. “God you’re such an asshole!” you growled storming off towards the car. You didn't want him to beat someone who was innocent up, someone who didn't deserve it. You wanted him to be angry with you, that was the thrill you got, you enjoyed seeing him get angry at people who deserved it, although he was a scary guy he was also a just one.

Slash couldn't help himself though, he wanted to make that guys face unrecognizable, he wanted him to be unable to attract anyone.

He followed you towards the car. “Hey wait” he called out from behind you. Finally he grabbed hold of your arm right in front of the trunk of the limo you two had arrived in. “Don’t fucking touch me!” you ripped your arm from his, “I'm sorry okay, I don’t know what came over me” he sighed. The words flowed unnaturally from his lips, he was trying to keep the nice guy facade.

“Oh my god give me a break already! Yes you do, you know exactly what came over you! Stop trying to act like this nice guy okay? Because I know you’re not” you yelled in frustration, all he did was shake his head.

“Oh my god spare me please! I'm so sick of you acting like you’re this sweet guy. You’re a fucking pussy” you tugged on your hair.

All of the sudden you were pushed against the car, Slash’s face close to yours, your noses touching as you felt the cool metal of his knife against your neck. “This is what you want? hm? you want me to hurt you?” he snarled tapping the cold blade around your skin.

An orgasmic rush coursed through you as your adrenaline pumped, you could feel the blood speeding throughout your veins. Your breath shocks the flicked the knife back into the protecter.

Once the blade was out of sight he pushed off of you. All you did was stare at him absolutely breathless. “Fuck you” you finally pushed him harshly, all he did was look back at you with that cocky grin of his, the one that would spread across his face when he knew he was winning. You didn't know what came over you but you grabbed him by his collar pulling him close to you as you leaned on the car.

Your lips crashed in a desperate sloppy make out. You didn't care that you'd just caved, the way his hands explored your body overtop the tight black dress made your knees fall weak.

You wanted him.

You needed him.

You craved him.

Your fingers tangled into his curls as you pushed his face closer to yours smushing your lips together as his tongue explored your mouth. Big ringed hands squeezing your lower back pressing you close to him. You could feel his hard pressing against your thigh. God you were soaked. The horniness taking over you, turning you into the filthiest woman he’s ever encountered.

You pulled a hand away from his shoulders and palmed him through his pants. “This, this is what I do to huh?” you panted in between kisses as he groaned into your mouth. “Mm fuck” you whined as you felt him pulsate through his pants, “take me, take me home and do all the things you think about doing to me while you pump your cock, I want you be the big bad man you are” you whispered desperately in his ear as you stroked him through his pants.

He looked at you with nearly blacked out eyes, full of lust, full of desire, he was like an animal in heat. “Take me home big guy” you giggled squeezing his muscles.

“Fuck me” he growled grabbing you and throwing you in the car…

TO BE CONTINUED...

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floatinginwords · 3 years

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Saved by the Devil (9/?) - Tommy Shelby

Summary: Reader goes to visit tommy at his office (sorry im bad at summaries lol)

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader (Its getting romantic i promise. slowly but surely)

A/n: sorry this took so long to post and make. Semester is already kicking my ass and making me stress. Hope you enjoy and have a fantastic night.

It had been a week since you’ve seen Thomas. Since you told him that you wanted to help him. At first, he was very confused. He had expected you to be angry with him or maybe even cry. But you had asked to help assassinate a general with him.

“Im not getting you involved”

You ignored him already piecing together what the plan might be, “You wrote down, 23-24 seconds? Your gonna kill this guy in that a mount of time with a guard outside and possible more inside. Plus the guy fought so he’ll know self defense…” You had begun rambling and he was just baffled.

“Stop.” He told you, you were making some good points but he didn’t want to bring you in this mess. It was his alone that he must face.

Before the two of you can argue any further, Ada called for him. A phone call she had said. He left you room and never came back. And that was a week ago. You annoyingly asked her everyday and night when he was to return. Now that you knew of the plans and what he was involved in, you couldn’t just let it go. It was dangerous, you knew that. It wasn’t your run of the mill assassination. You don’t know how Thomas was going it on his own or how he even planned on doing it. You had heard the Inspectors words. You know that that held animosity toward the peaky blinder. You can hear in his voice, you felt it in his punches. There was no way that he would give him everything he promised. Thomas needed to be one step ahead of the game. Which you were already conducting for him. You weren’t sleeping as much at night anymore anyway so writing down every scenario and idea you had. And then when that week was done you had it.

“Ada, Ada, ada.” You ran through the halls calling for her.

“What is it?” She asks coming out of her sons bedroom, probably fishing tucking him in for the night.

“Your home in Birmingham, I need the address. Or the pub your brother owns.” You say to her with paper and pencil in hand ready to write down what she tells you.

“Why?” Ada raises an eyebrow before passing you to go to her own room. You follow her.

“Ada please.”

“Why are your trying to see my brother? Didn’t you tell me you weren’t gonna work for him?”

“I never said that.”

“What do you like him or something?” Ada fake gags at her own words. Your cheeks warm a little bit but you keep a serious face as you tap the pencil to the paper.

“Its not like that.”

She stares at you long and hard. “I called him for help when you never came home. The man rushed over here like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Ada, an address.”

“ (y/n) your my friend and hes also my brother I just-“

“Its just business.” You scoff at her.

She sighs, “He had someone about a year ago. She was the barmaid at the pub.”

“I’m not interested in your brothers history.” You can feel your temper rising at this topic jumping she was doing to you. It wasn’t about what she was implying at all. You wanted to help him that was all. You didn’t care about who he was with years ago or even now.

“You are in his whereabouts.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. Ada tilts her head and smiles, thinking she’s got you. You turn around ready to leave to your room when she finally spills the address for you.

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You stood outside the building where Ada told you was Thomas’s office. You hoped he was there to hear you out. You were going to try to convince him but you had no certainty that you would succeed. You walked inside to find a bunch of woman inside talking. One was short and very pregnant, the other tall and slender and the last one a bit older but looked the scariest out of all of them. They stopped talking as soon as you entered.

“Umm excuse me…” You stuttered under their judging glares “Im looking for Thomas Shelby.”

At first none of them say anything. They continue to stare at you. You meet the older ones eyes. You regret it instantly as you feel a fearful shudder go down your spine. That was a woman you did not want to mess with.

“What do you need with mr. Shelby?” the tall one asks

“Look at her Liz, what do you think she’s here for to take your place,” the pregnant one snickers.

“Shut up Esme.” The older one says.

“I just wanted to talk…if he’s not here….” You trail off.

A door in the back opens and out walks the devil himself. He glances up expecting only the three woman from himself maybe Michael or Finn and instead finding one more woman amongst the group; you.

“(Y/n).” he simply states putting his hands in his pockets.

You don’t say anything observing how awkward and tense you feel with these women.

The older one speaks up, “Is this how your getting my son out of jail, Tommy. By fucking some whore?” She spats at him venom filling her voice.

You’re about to speak up for yourself when Thomas opens his mouth first.

“She’s not a whore, Polly. And Michael will be out soon. (Y/n) step inside..” He gestures for you to go in to his office. You feel very heavy under all their stares as you walk. You remember the name Michael. He was the young boy at the horse auction you had met.

Thomas closes the door after you. You sit down crossing your legs and lacing your fingers together. Thomas sat next to you on the chair rather than across.

“You’re looking better.” He says noticing the bruises on your face were fading.

“Thank you,” You say, “They seemed on edge, is everything all right?”

“That’s just the way they are.” He says.

You don’t say anything and just stare him. You knew he was lying. He chokes under your gaze.

“Arthur and Michael are in jail. I’m working on it though.” He says swallowing hard. You didn’t press further, you could tell he was having a rough time.

“I hope it works out.” You say, you clear your throat and adjust your self on the chair, “You shouldn’t kill the general at his house.” You spit out.

“Jesus Christ Woman.” He says shaking his head.

“Hear me out.” You plead.

“Why do you want to do this?”

You ignore him. Instead you tell him your whole plan. How he could kill two birds with one stone.

“If your still going to Epsom, you can get Sabini. Maybe not kill him but screw him over. Are you still seeing May?”

He nods.

“Good you probably already know she’s got influence on the board. You use that to your advantage when you take Sabini men licenses. You go through her to get your men to what they need. Then the races are yours.”

“How will we burn their licenses when theres fukin police everywhere.

“They wont be around when they hear gunshots.”

He takes a moment letting your words and plan sink in. He rubs his lip.

“We could burn the license’s gonna have to threaten them to take it,” He says muttering to himself, “The general why would he even go there?”

The two of you talk for hours inside that little office of his. Drinking and talking of the plan. He tried to shut it down multiple times, trying to get you think twice about getting involved. But your mind was already made up. He seemed to like you idea, adding on to yours and even sharing details of the private mission of to you. It was like a weight lifted off his shoulders as he told you the how he had even gotten involved in this political mess. Soon the drinks clouded both your minds and it was no longer business that you were just talking about.

“So what you want out of this?”

“You said the government involved right with this…the prime minister knows what your doing?”

“Aye…”

“Then maybe he could get me a new name or-“

“Why do you need that?” He asks you

“You can never live just one life…” You smile trying to joke.

He stares at you intently, “Why did your father lock you up in that place?”

Your smiles drops, he notices it his eyes softening just a bit. “Sorry, it just came up in my head.”

“Do I sound crazy to you or something?”

“Its just a question ive had in my head for awhile. Its none of my business.” He stares at you deeply.

“No its not,” You say softly, “I don’t know why he put me there either. Maybe cause he could. I mean I never asked him.”

“So when you get your new name what are you gonna do? Ride out in the hills, find a husband, push a few kids.”

You laugh at him, he smiles when the sound hits his ears. “You should smile more, Mr.Shelby.”

“Tommy. Why do you call me by my last name.”

“Its too make sure you don’t get comfortable. This,” you gesture to the two of you, “is strictly business.”

“Why of course. Another drink?” He asks getting up for more whiskey. You nod. Your cheeks were flushed and head dizzy. You were beginning to forget what self control was. You mouth moving before you can even comprehend your next thought.

“Ada told me how you had someone last year.”

He stops pouring the drinks to look at you. His back stiff and free hand curled into a fist.

You continue talking, not looking at him. You weren’t looking at nothing in particular really. “I never had anyone.” His figure relaxes when he looks you more closely. Your body a bit limp, eyes glossy, your speech a bit slurred. You didn’t hold your liquor too good.

“What else did Ada say?”

You giggle remembering. Ada thinking you had a thing for her brother. How ludicrous! You glance toward the man, a little smirk resting on his pink lips and head tilting toward you. His blue eyes shining at you with an emotion you couldn’t quite detect. A strange feeling flutters in your stomach. You stop giggling and clear your throat.

“I think I should go. It was good talking to you.” You stand up way too fast. You begin to see black spots all over and the loss of balance.

‘Fuck’ you think to yourself, thinking about how your gonna embarrass

yourself falling to the floor.

But then you feel a pair of hands grab at your arms and spin you around. You fall into Mr.Shelbys chest and for a moment he holds you there. And for that moment you smelled the cologne and whisky on his clothes. You felt the calluses on his rough hands against your soft skin. You felt the slight beating of his heart in his chest. You think if you look up you’ll get to see if the blues in his eyes are as clear as you think em to be.

But the moment is gone an you both step away from each other, awkwardly. You swaying on your feet trying to regain balance and him hitting the drawer behind him.

“You shouldn’t go home at this time (Y/N)” he finally says deciding to ignore what just happened. Which was fine with you. You felt very nervous all of a sudden and very, very confused.

“Come with me.” He says taking you by the crook of your elbow and leading you out of the building. You didn’t want to admit that you liked the way it felt when he had grabbed you and the two of you walked out together, you couldn’t help but think of when and if he would do it again.

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ashsapple · 3 years

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Tamaki Amajiki - Stargazing

This is my gift for @soradragon for our discord server’s secret santa. I hope you’ll enjoy it, Happy Holidays Sora <3

Life with a pro-hero wasn’t always easy, their schedule was always packed and between interviews and rescue missions they rarely had time for their partner. Which is why when Tamaki came home tonight, you weren’t expecting him at all.

Sat on the couch of your shared living room, you were trying to select a movie to go with the mood you were in.

Tamaki had been busy this week and you missed him, the holiday season was always more dangerous because of all the crowds forming outside and the multitude of events in preparation. Dressed in your comfiest clothes, you had decided to take time for yourself to forget your sorrow and somehow get in a more festive disposition. So when you heard a key enter your front door’s lock, your whole body tensed up.

Eyes locking on the front door, you grabbed the remote control and slowly got up, the door cracked open and a “Sunshine ?” resonated in the room. Dropping your “weapon”, you let out a laugh and headed quickly to the front door. Your boyfriend was standing in the doorway looking slightly confused with a blush covering his cheeks.

“ Sunshine are you okay? I heard something loud, did you drop something? Are you hurt?”

“No, no Tama I’m fine, sorry. I thought you were a thief, and I grabbed the remote control in a desperate attempt at self-defence.”

He breathed out a laugh and you smiled at his relief. Stepping forward and wrapping him in a welcome hug, you let your mind wander.

Tamaki had been struggling with anxiety ever since he was young but his constant worry about others weirdly helped him in his job.

You two had met during his internship in Fatgum’s agency while you worked as the secretary’s assistant. You don’t think you could forget how panicked he looked when he first entered the building: slumped over, eyes locked on the ground with his entire body slightly trembling. He couldn’t let out a word after arriving at the secretary’s desk and you don’t know how he managed to get to Fatgum’s office after being in such a frantic state.

The first few weeks after his arrival were quite peculiar, he looked alone most of the time and seemed to avoid every contact he could with other individuals. So when you arrived, bento in hand, one Thursday and asked if you could eat with him, you thought he was going to refuse.

Yet a few minutes afterward, here you were sitting on the bench next to a tense Suneater, eating your lunch. You quickly managed to make this a ritual of some sort. You two ate together at least once a week when he was at the agency and you had noticed his shoulders always seemed to relax when you were around him.

During that year, you had learned that Tamaki Amajiki was a wonderful listener. He never interrupted you in your passionate rambling and always wore a small smile on his face when you got lost in your thoughts, sometimes leading you back on the trail you had formed, others letting you find your way back in hopes of learning even more about you.

Stepping out of your dreams, you looked up to meet the eyes of your partner. Seven years had gone by now and Tamaki became a high ranked pro. His anxiety still got the best of him at some points but his firm resolve and the bit of self-confidence he managed to build up over time made him one of the most beloved heroes of the nation.

Smiling softly at your expression, Tamaki stepped out of your embrace and let his bag fall on the ground. He took off his shoes and walked towards the kitchen, turning on the heating plate.

" I'm making some hot chocolate, do you want one darling? "

You nodded at that and began to prepare a tray, setting down cookies you made during the afternoon on it and opening a small bag of marshmallows. The sweet scent of chocolate soon filled the room, and your heart swelled with bliss. You filled the cups and moved to carry the tray to your couch before the spark of a candle caught your eyes. Now heading to your balcony, shine changed into soft lighting as you got closer and candles multiplied on your path.

"Tamaki, are you out there ?" you slipped your head out of the window to see him, standing outside trying to lay down big blankets for you two to relax on.

"Ha... huh I'm sorry, I thought this would take less time but lighting all those candles and trying to lay down our blankets directly to surprise you with ended up being way more difficult than I thought, I feel like I've ruined the surprise I'm so sorry Sora, I just wanted to create a small place for us to relax by because I know we didn't get much time together these last few days but I didn't succeed-"

"Tama" you whispered, stopping his panicked rambling "It's ok, you can relax, thank you for your surprise. I wasn't expecting it, it's really sweet of you to think about us" you topped your sentence with a smile.

Stepping forward, you put the tray down, right next to the messily laid blanket.

"Tama, can you ?" you asked while grabbing two corners of it, you smiled when he mirrored your actions and let down the fluffy cover "Thank you, darling".

Tamaki and you were now sat, hot chocolate in hand, narrating your day to each other and laughing at a few jokes you would get out at all the perilous adventures he lived trough.

"How do you manage to not quit after all that ?"

"Sunshine, I have no idea. I like to think that it always ends up helping others and I have to put my quirk to good use. Yes, I do admit, some situations are quite terrifying but rescuing is one of the best parts of the job."

"I mean, the scariest thing I've ever done looks like a piece of cake next to yours" he laughed for a bit before turning his head towards yours.

"And what would that be ?" he sounded genuinely confused. You looked at him then burst out laughing.

"Pretty sure it was six years ago, I had this really big crush on a guy I met during one of my internships." His eyes widened as they filled with worry. "I don't know if you know him, his name was Tamaki Amajiki" you laughed "He was really cute, and I had no idea how to ask him out, I was sure he was going to reject me."

"Don't be an idiot, I was head over heels for you already."

"Well, I wasn't aware of that at the time! My heart was beating out of my chest and I thought I was going to stop breathing when your eyes met mine after I called your name that day"

---

"Tamaki ?" your hands were shaking behind your back "Can I speak to you for a second ?"

The hero in training rose from his seat, nodding. You were fiddling with your hands now, cold sweat running down the nape of your neck.

"So, we've known each other for a year now and huh... I think I might have developed a crush on you" lowering the volume of your voice at the end of your sentence. Seeing his frozen expression, you kept going. "And it's perfectly ok if you don't like me back because I would hate to ruin our friendship but I also wanted you to know how I feel because I felt like it was important in a way."

You looked up from the spot on the ground you were starring at to see a pale and close to fainting Tamaki.

---

"I thought you had a heart attack at that point," you added.

"I was not expecting it !" he said, defending himself. "It was a shock"

---

"Tamaki, are you ok? Did I break you? Oh, gods, I broke you, I'm so sorry"

"No, no" he whispered. "I-I'm fine, huh I like you too. I- are you sure you like me? Because I know I can be a lot and difficult to deal with at some times but I'll try my best to not be too annoying"

"You're far from annoying, and yes I do very much mean it. I like you and I would like to go out with you. If that would be fine of course"

"Yes." he responded quickly "Sorry that was quick, I- hum, I'm really happy that you do" he smiled at you, the tip of his ears reddening before he hid his face between his hands.

---

"Well, that fear was all worth it. I'm really happy that I managed to make a move. And that I'm still here with you today."

"How could I let go of you Sora, you're not getting rid of me that easily."

"Oh, but I wasn't planning on doing so." you laughed.

"Apart from my scary experiences at work, I've had my fair share of frights in our relationship"

"I know, I'm terrifying."

"We both know that's not what I meant !" he said, blushing "I meant that even if I wasn't the one to confess, I've had my "shaky hands and sweaty palms" moment" he paused for a minute, tearing his eyes from the stars to look at you, snuggled in his arms, reddened nose and cheeks.

"Do you remember the first time I told you that I loved you ?"

---

It was in late March, the year you started dating. The cherry trees had started blooming and you and Tamaki were planning a picnic date in one of the parks near UA.

---

"Of course I remember, I tried making takoyaki for you and failed miserably !" you said, laughing at the memory.

"They were not that bad, I swear"

"You're only saying that because you love me Tama, you're not impartial"

---

So there you were, sitting on a blanket under big cherry trees with not so well made takoyaki and other snacks stuffed in a basket sitting in front of you.

"Are they good ?" you asked tentatively

"Well, I- I wouldn't say they're awful" he paused for a bit

"There's a "but" right ?" he sighed.

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't be. Don't be sorry, it's not your fault, you're not the one who made them. Here let me taste them" you grabbed one and did as you said... Just before almost spitting it out. "Eww, Tama, you liar. Those are disgusting, how could I have made this..." you gasped "How could I have let you eat all of those ?"

"Now you're being dramatic Sora. They're not terrible, there's just room for improvement"

"That's just a nice way to put it," you breathed out a laugh "they are terrible, and you're way too nice. I guess the day has come for us to realize that you are the good cook of our relationship." you giggled, shortly followed by him.

His laughter died down as he gazed at you.

"I- hum I love you" he looked down, blushing. "I wanted to say "I love you" for the first time without stuttering, but that failed"

You smiled brightly, a spark in your eyes.

"I love you too..." you let out "I also failed my takoyaki, so I guess we both had to fail at something"

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"I was right, we were even, we usually are"

"Are you implying we didn't change ?" he wondered

"In a way... I mean I still love you as much as I did at the time, well, maybe more. But I hope my takoyaki skills improved, for your sake"

"Well, that's debatable"

"Hey !" you hit him lightly, laughing at his blushing ears. He still felt bad teasing you sometimes but you were glad he felt confident enough with you to do it.

You settle back inside his arms, your back against his chest. Empty hot chocolate mugs left out on the tray and plate of cookies almost clear after all the reminiscing.

You couldn't wish for anything other than this, living and getting the chance to stargaze with Tamaki Amajiki.

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detectivesvu · 4 years

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Another Round

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Rafael Barba x Fem. Reader

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 2,454

“Moral of the story, take a chance in life. You never know what might happen.”

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The bar was rather uninhabited compared to usual. Even for a Wednesday night the crowd was scarce and things were quiet. The smell of liquor and bodily fragrances wasn’t as thick in the air as it normally was. There were a few patrons seated at the various booths around the establishment. Most of them were office coworkers attempting to blow off some steam to ensure that they could push through to Friday where they could look forward to a couple of days off before having to prepare to do it all again the next week.

There were only two customers actually sitting at the bar. One was an older woman that you had the pleasure of seeing every Wednesday evening for about an hour or two. She was a lovely lady who worked in accounting at a private establishment. She had actually found the bar you bartended at by accident. She had been caught in a torrential downpour and ducked into the nearest building to let the rain pass. That building just so happened to be your little bar that you offered as a temporary home to those who needed it. You convinced her to at least stick around for a drink, to which she ordered a dry martini. Ever since that day, she now came every week. She was convinced that you made the best dry martini (with extra olives) in the whole city. In a general sense, she was great company and an even better tipper.

“Wonderful as usual, [Y/N],” She called to you from the opposite side of the bar; “I’ll see you next time!”

She tapped the money she had left on the bar to make sure that you noted to take your tip. You flashed her your warmest and most genuine smile, waving at her once she made it to the door;

“Thanks, see you later!” You called back.

Once she left, you were sure to clean off the bar where she sat, taking your tip, and setting her empty martini glass aside to be washed after hours. That left the only other person sitting at the bar. You had seen him about three times over the last few weeks and not once had he seemed interested in conversing with you. You had impeccable customer service as well as having a talent for reading people. You knew nothing about him, not even his name. However, you knew that whatever he did for a living was a killer on his mental health and overall being. Every time he had come in during your shift, he looked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. He would sit in the same seat and very quietly order his usual drink of choice: a glass of scotch served straight.

He usually would nurse his first drink for a little while before eventually loosening his tie and pulling some sort of work out of his bag. You were never nosy enough to try and figure out what it was, but it seemed to be important based off of the way he usually never took his eyes off of it. Most people would just look at him as being busy, but you looked deeper and identified that he was lonely.

You knew that some people weren’t as talkative as others. There was a portion of bar-goers that would rather order their drink and not say a single word the entire time. As a bartender, you craved to talk to those people to give your best job performance. As a good hearted human being, you craved to talk to those people because you knew that they desperately needed to. You wanted to be a listening ear to anyone who needed it. No questions asked or judgements given.

You had a rag in one hand and a highball glass in the other as you gently stood in front of the man. He was extremely focused in on whatever he was working on, so you softly spoke to get his attention and not break his stride;

“Can I get you another scotch, sir?” You asked.

A little startled, his head snapped up and his eyes trained on you. He processed your question before sighing and rubbing his forehead stressfully. He leaned back into his chair and set his shiny pen down next to his papers. Poor guy. He was beat.

“Yes, please.” He replied simply.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” You apologized sincerely, but with a slight smile.

You turned to the array of bottles behind you, selecting the same bottle of scotch you had served him before. He chuckled at your statement and exhaled deeply;

“No, no. Don’t be sorry. I got a little lost there for a minute.” He said briefly motioning towards his work.

You refilled his glass, returned the bottle to its proper place, and leaned forward against the bar just a little ways off to the side as he began to sip his second drink of the night.

“I can see that. You always seem to bring work to the place where work is supposed to be left behind.” You astutely noted.

He shrugged and cocked his head to the side shortly;

“You’re observant. I like that.” He responded rather coyly.

Now it was your turn to shrug;

“It’s in the job description,” You joked; “This might make me a bad bartender, but I’ve seen you in here more than once and never caught your name.”

He smiled tenderly. It was now that you realized just how charming he was when he wasn’t tied down to his paperwork.

“Rafael Barba. You’re [Y/N], right?” He introduced himself.

You nodded, but your head was hard at work. That name sounded so familiar. Where had you heard that name? Surely you hadn’t ever met him outside of work. Then it hit you.

“Barba...oh, you’re the prosecutor on the Lindsey Darien case!” You announced.

His smile changed into a surprised expression;

“I am. Not many people remember my name,” He admitted; “Usually I’m just the lawyer that people happened to catch on the morning news.”

You laughed gingerly at that. You couldn’t even imagine being a criminal prosecutor. It all made sense now. The late night arrival at the bar, the tense posture, the constant attention being on his work. He might as well have the weight of the world on him. It was no wonder he always looks so uptight. You couldn’t comprehend the things he probably saw everyday. The stories he had to hear on the regular would keep you up at night for weeks. You were just fine slinging bottles and cleaning up crushed pretzels off of the floor.

“That case is...an intense one, yeah?” You questioned, being careful not to pry.

He shot you a look that read ‘finally someone gets it’ and ‘you don’t even know the half of it’. You knew he couldn’t tell you any specifics and honestly you didn’t want to know. Again, you were behind a bar for a reason. You weren’t cut out for that kind of work.

“To say the least. One of the hardest of my career.” He confessed, finishing off his drink.

You wondered if there was anyone outside of work that he was able to talk to about his job. You hoped he wasn’t confined to only speaking to people involved with the cases he dealt with. That was a lot of bottled up feelings to carry around all the time.

“Well, in that case,” You proclaimed; “The next one’s on me.”

You refilled his glass once more, knowing this would be his last one for the night. He never drank more than three. He thanked you and proposed a new topic, wanting to continue speaking with you. He was beginning to find himself intrigued by you. He had met lots of bartenders in his life, but none of them seemed to have the same kind of energy that you did. He found it refreshing.

“What about you? I bet you’ve got some stories.” He remarked.

Oh, you definitely had stories. You learned very quickly that bartending was going to allow you to see the absolute best and worst of people. In a weird way, that’s what made your job so beautiful to you. It was a relief to know that it was okay to not be your best all the time.

“Sure I do. All bartenders do,” You agreed; “Are you asking for the craziest, funniest, or scariest thing I’ve ever encountered, counselor?”

He groaned with a modest guttural sound;

“Please. Call me Rafael. I don’t need my favorite bartender calling me by my job title too,” He said with a smirk; “But how about your favorite story?”

You felt your cheeks get hot at his nonchalant compliment. Many of your regulars were adamant about you being their preferred bar technician, but for some reason it felt different coming from Rafael. Something strange was brewing inside you and you could feel it in your chest...almost like a weird flutter. He was feeling it too, but he brushed it off as the alcohol settling in.

“My favorite story...” You repeated; “Well, I do have one in particular.” You declared.

He was very tuned in now. He was not the same man you had just been in contact with when he first walked in.

“I’ve been at this bar for a long time. Like, almost 15 years. I’ve had a lot of regulars come and go,” You began; “I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve forgotten a good many of them. But there’s this one guy that I’ll never forget.”

Rafael was watching you from over the rim of his glass, sipping slowly to savor his drink. He wasn’t sure where this was going yet.

“He came in every week when I was working and each time he looked more defeated than the last. After he had been coming for awhile, I finally asked him what was going on in his life,” You recalled; “It turned out that there was this woman that he had been friends with since elementary school. He was head over heels for her and always had been.”

You smiled brightly as you continued telling the story. It still gave you chills to this day;

“He was worried because he didn’t want her to reject him. He didn’t want to ruin their friendship. They were both getting close to their forties and he had convinced himself it was too late to get married and start a family. On top of that, he was scared that if they did get together then he’d always regret the times they could’ve had together but didn’t because he waited too long,” You told; “I told him that there was a reason she was still in his life. There was a reason that she never committed to anybody else. They had been tip-toeing around one another for decades. I knew they were meant to be together.”

Rafael was an extremely good listener. He wasn’t one to overly enjoy cheesy romantic stories, but this one was awfully captivating. For the first time in weeks, he wasn’t thinking about work.

“We talked for a long time, up until closing time. I convinced him to go for it. I told him that it wasn’t worth never taking his chance and then always wondering what could’ve been. The next time I saw him, he had a woman with him. Sure enough, it was her,” You recounted; “Turns out, they had been waiting on the other to make a move. They’ve been married for...13 years now.” You said doing the math in your head.

Rafael’s jaw dropped and his eyes widened. Turns out you were quite the persuasive speaker.

“They’ve got two kids. One biological and one adopted. Even after they got together, he didn’t stop coming here every week. She would just always come with him.” You continued.

He leaned his face into his hand. He was positively amazed.

“Wow. Do they still come around?” He asked curiously.

You shook your head;

“Sadly, no. They moved out west a couple of years ago. Although, he still has family here so anytime he visits the city he’ll come by. So we somewhat keep in touch,” You answered; “Every time I see him, he thanks me for giving him a push. He never would’ve taken a chance if I hadn’t.”

You took Rafael’s finished glass from the bar counter, setting it aside as well. He was speechless.

“Moral of the story, take a chance in life. You never know what might happen.” You advised.

“I’ll say. That’s incredible.” He exclaimed.

You smiled, happy that he thought so.

“Does that satisfy your story telling request?” You asked.

“Very much so. I appreciate it.” He expressed his gratitude.

Just as you were about to offer him a different story, his cell phone rang. Oh, well. There was always next Wednesday. He fished his phone from his pants’ pocket, read the caller ID, and groaned. He began packing his things up and you took that as he had to leave;

“Duty calls?” You asked.

“Yep. I’m sorry to cut this short.” He apologized,

“No worries. You know where to find me. It was nice to finally talk with you.” You said sweetly.

He smiled a bright, happy smile. It warmed your heart.

“You too. I’ll see you next week for sure.” He returned the sentiment.

He was in a rush to get back to his office, but you ducked under the bar to grab one of your business cards that had your number on it. With all this talk about taking chances, you found it appropriate to take one yourself. In the split seconds it took you to grab a card, he had already dashed out of the bar and down the street. You laughed in amusement, shoving the card in your pocket. You saw that he had also left a healthy tip, but with a small piece of paper on it as well.

Looks like you weren’t the only one wanting to take chances tonight.

He had left his office phone number as well as his cell phone number. With a small note that read;

Consider this as me taking a chance of my own. Call me sometime.

You grinned, making sure you didn’t lose the piece of paper. You wondered how he was able to scribble out a note and make it out of the bar in the few short moments that you weren’t paying attention. But it didn’t really matter. You had a new favorite customer.

One that was going to have a bigger impact on your life than you would ever dream of.

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not-close-to-straight · 4 years

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Soul Bonded (Two)(Spideypool)

PART ONE HERE

SERIES MASTERLIST HERE

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“Oh hey, I know those guys.” Clint peeked over Pepper’s shoulder when he saw the video playing on her tablet. “How’d you get that video footage? Not even the Daily Planet manages that good of a look at them.”

“You know, I’ve learned not to ask where or how JARVIS comes up with surveillance videos.” Pepper took her eyes off the screen only long enough to kiss the other Omega’s cheek and to lay a gentle hand at the non existent bump of Clint’s stomach. “How are you and my next favorite niece and nephew doing today?”

“I dunno why everyone thinks I’m having twins.” Clint complained mildly. “We all see how big Steve is with baby James. If a super soldier can barely handle just one kiddo, what makes you think I can handle two?”

“Cos you already handle one set of twins so well!” the sweet Omega laughed at Clint’s disgruntled expression, and lifted her fluffy pink wings to brush against his darker ones. “Tony says the young mutant with webs is named Peter Parker and the bigger one is Deadpool. He wants me to try and get a hold of them and bring them by the compound.”

“Peter’s younger than Wanda and Pietro, and Deadpool’s real name is Wade, but trust me, he’s not the type to share his Omega.” Clint pointed out, and then immediately after, “Oh but with our Alpha starting to step aside with the Iron Man thing, he wants two more mutants on the team and around the family to keep us safe. That makes more sense than the other thing.”

“Exactly.” Pepper rewound the footage to the spot where the admittedly beautiful Omega showed off sheer jaw dropping strength as he shoved the Alpha off him. “They seem rough, together. I’ve never seen a pair wrestle like that before. Isn’t the Alpha worried about hurting his mate?”

“Wade’s mutation keeps him halfway to feral all the time, but Peter’s got some spider thing going on, so he channels predator half the time anyway. They’re fine. It’s like violent flirting, but best I can tell, neither one ever gets hurt.”

Clint pulled a chair up next to Pepper and snuggled in under her wings, soaking in every bit of the love she so readily gave. Tony might be the family Alpha, but Pepper was the family’s matriarch, kept them all together and fed and clothed and made sure Stark Industries stayed successful so Tony could afford to give their always growing family everything.

The pretty Omega exuded pure comfort right along with unwavering resolve and underlying steel that made her a powerhouse in both the business world and in front of the press. Simply put, Pepper was perfect and even with her layers of suppressants, she scented like home and like love and all good things so Clint curled in closer and purred low in contentment.

“Sweet Omega.” Pepper dropped a kiss on Clint’s head and ran light fingers through his feathers. “Have you started craving anything? Getting over tired yet?”

“Not too bad.” Clint promptly yawned and she laughed at him. “I’m only like three or four weeks out, you know? Tony figured it out right away so we are still ages away from me even starting to feel pregnant.”

“Hmmm.” she kept playing with the feathers closest to his shoulders and Clint sighed and relaxed into the familiar touch. “You called this Alpha Wade. You know him personally?”

“We have lunch together like once a month.” Clint mumbled. He was honestly lulled halfway to sleep right there on Pepper’s shoulder but he startled when she jumped and cursed. “Sheesh! What?!”

“You have lunch with him?” Pepper’s pink wings ruffed up in concern. “Clint! If our Alpha knew you were out there with such a volatile mutant, he would lose his mind! Deadpool is dangerous!”

“I think you’re forgetting that I can take care of myself just as well as anyone else in this compound.” The Omega said firmly, almost irritably. “Do you really think I’d hang out with someone I was scared of? Wade’s got a rough past, but he’s okay now.”

“Clint, that’s not what I’m--”

“Pep.” Clint pulled away entirely now, dark brown wings lifting above his shoulders as his irritation grew. “We live in the same building as the Hulk and I regularly share a bed with the former Winter Soldier and the stabbiest, scariest ballerina in the world. How is Wade any different than them?”

“Don’t be angry with me darling.” She tried. “It’s just--”

“Cos he’s a little closer to feral?” Clint interrupted. “Because his bad days are a hell of a lot worse than ours? Cos his wings aren’t pretty and perfect? Since when does anyone have to be pretty and perfect to fit into this family? You’re about the only one in this place with no blood on her hands, Pep. Don’t turn your back on Wade because the blood on his hands is a littler newer than what’s still staining--”

“Clint.” Pepper cupped the Omega’s chin and forced him to look at her. “Clint, I wasn’t going to say any of that. I was just going to say that if our Alpha found out you’d been meeting with someone so dangerous, he’d put an immediate stop to it until he could do some research and make sure Wade’s worst days are behind him. Tony never tells you no about anything, but he would say no to this until he knew you and the babies weren’t in danger.”

“...oh.”

“I love how quickly you stand up for everyone.” Pepper coaxed Clint back into her arms, put the tablet down and turned so she was facing him better. “You did it with Bucky when Natasha wasn’t sure about him, you stepped right in with Thor and Loki to welcome them to the family, and I’m not surprised you’re doing the same for Wade. But honestly, it’s weird enough that you have friends outside our family and it’s even weirder that none of us know about him.”

“And this isn’t about who Wade used to be, or what he’s done and good god, you know it’s not about his looks.” she continued. “It’s about making sure our loved ones are safe before bringing anyone home. Steve didn’t bring Bucky home until he was sure the Winter Soldier was gone. Thor came with Coulson’s personal recommendation and Thor waited to bring Loki along until he knew they were settled and had worked through some of their anger.”

“And now?” the Omega glanced pointedly at Clint’s stomach, then motioned upstairs where Bucky and Loki were napping with Baby Maria and where Thor and Tony were currently putting the last touches on Baby James’s nursery. “Now it’s not just a houseful of super powered or otherwise capable and scary people we’re thinking about. Now there are babies to think about too. Tony would want to meet Wade before he let the Alpha meet anyone else only because our family has grown to fourteen and soon--”

She patted at his tummy again. “Sixteen. Our Alpha will soon have sixteen people to look after. Finding out that you have been hanging out with one of the most astonishing and breathtakingly dangerous Alphas...well we all know what happened with Director Fury when Tony thought he was trying to recruit Bucky, right? The last thing we need is our Alpha going toe to toe with someone like Wade because his initial reaction to his mate spending time with Deadpool would be to go and rip Wade’s wings right off.”

“I guess I never thought to say anything.” Clint frowned, wings drooping, and Pepper immediately crooned at him comfortingly. “We used to run into each other when I worked at Shield, and I’ve told him to bring Pete up for dinner a few times, he’s just never accepted the invite. He’s a good guy, Pep. I promise. I wouldn’t bring anyone into our home who wasn’t.”

“I know you wouldn’t.” She reassured him. “But how about I break the news to Tony that you know Wade personally, hm? I’ll promise I’ll phrase it better than ‘your pregnant Omega regularly has lunch dates with someone who carries two katanas, three different guns and has the unnerving ability to regenerate everything’.”

“Fine.” Clint finally smiled again, leaned in and bumped their noses gently. “I’ll let you tell Tony about Wade.”

Clint cuddled up for another few minutes then wandered off to see if Sam would take him for ice cream-- the Beta was helpless against babies and expecting Omegas and Clint fully intended to take supreme advantage of it for the next eight months-- and Pepper went back to taking notes about the footage of Wade and his mate, Peter.

“JARVIS?” she called and the AI’s system clicked just once to show he was listening, a feature Tony had installed when he realized Bucky had a hard time with J just speaking out unexpectedly. “Let’s get some of the material ordered that Tony used to create Bruce’s room. Not the safe room below the laboratory, but his actual living quarters. Weighted blankets, the daylight lamps instead of the usual lighting, the higher security on the doors, all that sort of thing.”

“The Alpha Deadpool will need similar accommodations due to PTSD?”

“I’m not sure.” she admitted. “But it’s probably a safe bet, and even if Wade doesn’t need those things, I’d rather have it all on hand than need them and have to go get them. Turn on the systems in one of the adjoining suites like Wanda and Pietro have, one of the rooms can be for his mate. Order materials to construct some perches and higher up places for the Omega. Apparently he’s got a rather spidery inclination.”

“Ms. Potts, a rather spidery inclination doesn’t necessarily mean the Omega wants to sleep in the corners.”

“No, I suppose not.” the disapproval from JARVIS was nearly tangible and Pepper laughed softly, “But it couldn’t hurt, right? What if he webs up in the corner and naps?”

“Honestly, ma’am.”

“Order additional high protein foods as well. We’re already getting to the point of needing to raise our own food just to keep up with the soldiers, but the addition of two more metahumans will strain our pantry to about breaking.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Thank you.” Pepper finally gave up rewatching the same videos over and over and went to find their Alpha, trying to figure out how to tell an increasingly protective Tony that his newly pregnant mate had been spending time with a mercenary.

She’d have to make sure he was holding Baby Maria just so he wouldn’t shout.

Sigh.

Their life was absolutely crazy.

************

School buses weren't supposed to blow tires and careen wildly around the freeway at sixty plus miles an hour and then plummet off the overpass into the traffic below, but that’s exactly what happened.

It could have been an error of judgment when the tires had last been filled, it could have been a less than motivated operator who rushed the vehicle inspection before the kids loaded on for their field trip, it could have been something unexpectedly sharp on the road that hit just right and sent the relatively calm day into chaos.

Whatever it was, it was terrifying and Peter didn’t so much hear the screams as he felt them clang around his head when his spidey sense went haywire. The Omega dropped to his knees with a quiet cry, hands over his ears and maroon wings wrapped around his body as he tried to limit the sensory input and figure out what exactly was happening.

“Pete?” Wade dropped to the ground right by the Omega, dark wings up and around them to fend off any prying eyes. “Hey baby boy, what’s up? What’s going on?”

“Something is really really wrong.” Peter gasped, scrambled for his mask and jammed it on. “Something’s wrong, Alpha. I gotta figure out what it is.”

He pushed away from Wade and bolted for an alley, shouted, “Keep an eye out for me!” then threw himself up the wall. Wade couldn’t do much more than watch helplessly as the Omega webbed his way towards the roof so he could try and see what was happening

“Oh shit.” Wade saw the bus right when Peter did, and he took off running for the nearby crowd, pushing people out of the way and shouting for the others to move.

“Get out!” He shouted, snapping his wings out to try and rush pedestrians out of the area, growling in frustration when people just glanced at him and glanced away. “Damn it! Move your ass there’s a goddamn bus heading this way! Fucking move!”

Peter as Spider-man jumped down into the crowd and the pedestrians panicked when he started simply webbing slower moving people and yanking them out of the way. Wade ran around trying to help, shoving Alphas and Betas off into the side alley’s, trying hard to gently but quickly force the Omegas off the street, both of them screaming for someone to call the police, to call an ambulance, to call for help---

-- the noise the bus made as it crashed through the barrier was unbelievable, the echo of screams inside horrifying and the Alpha had only a split second to register a flash of maroon wings --

--and everything came to a stop.

The world came to a stop and all Wade could see was his mate his mate halfway to crushed beneath the front end grill the bus, legs braced and arms straining to hold the weight and not for the first time the Alpha remembered that Peter wasn’t just pretty, he wasn’t just funny, the Omega was damn near supernatural.

And then Peter screamed, cried out because everything hurt and he might have been outrageously strong but he was still human and it hurt and Wade went scrambling to figure out how to take some of the weight off his Omega. He wrapped his wings around Peter’s slim frame and braced his arms on the underside of the bus too so Peter had at least a little bit of support. When the Alpha let his strength surge, he could take on close to half a ton which didn’t even touch the amount his Omega could hold, but at least it was something.

“I’ve got you, baby boy.” he hissed out between clenched teeth. “Let’s get this thing down, huh?”

“Slow.” Peter gasped, sweating through his mask, through his clothes, his honeysuckle scent burned bitter with fear and pain. “Slow, Alpha. I gotta-- I gotta move towards the back so it doesn’t crush when it lands. You got this part?”

“Not even a little bit.” Wade stated calmly. “But we both know I’ll regenerate from being squashed flat, and no one on the bus will, so you do what you gotta do.”

Christ it was excruciating trying to hold onto even just part of the bus as Peter inched his way further down the underside of it, holding it as steady as he could and having Wade scoot along behind him until the front wheels touched. It was easier after that without all twelve tons on their arms, but Wade’s arms were still shaking by the time they made it to the back wheels, his back aching and wings trembling with the effort of holding what his Omega made look so easy.

“Out.” Wade ordered when it was just him underneath the rear wheels. “Get out from beneath this thing and hold it from the other side.”

“I’m fine, Alpha.” Peter shook his head. “This could drop on you the second I let go and I’m not doing that.”

“I’ve come back from being splatted by far worse.” The Alpha said firmly. “One day I’ll tell you about my first run in with fuckin’ Colossus, but first you need to get out from under here. I’ll hold it for a few seconds while you get situated and if you have to vacuum me up and let me reassemble in the apartment, that’s just how it’s going to be.”

“God, you’re gross, some days I don’t know why I like you..” Peter’s feathers shook uncertainly as he tried to time the maneuver. “Okay, I’m only going to let go for like three seconds alright?”

“Get going before the kids start screaming again.” Wade retorted, so the Omega dashed away and for three endless seconds he really thought his back was going to shatter, he really thought his legs would give out or his arms would fall right the hell off. It was the longest three seconds of the Alpha’s life and just when he thought he couldn’t take it half a breath more, Peter was holding the rear bumper again, shouting for Wade to roll out from beneath it so he could put it down.

Freedom.

The kids inside the bus started cheering the second the wheels were down, but Wade wasn’t listening and even if he had been listening, he didn’t care.

All he cared about was the way Peter was looking at him right now. The Omega had set the bus down then ran for the shadows of the alley where he could tear his mask off and stare at Wade, chest heaving and feathers flutters and fingers pressing at the side of his neck where a bonding bite should go. When Wade met his eyes, the Omega tilted his head and parted his lips and dropped his wings submissive for just a split second in a clear invitation.

And a split second was all it took.

Wade’s entire body snapped to attention, and when his Omega turned and fled, the Alpha took off after him, tucked his charcoal wings back and tore through the shadows after his mate as Peter laughed and trilled and egged him on.

They headed east towards Peter’s apartment to get to familiar streets, and once they made it past the park, up to the roofs they went. It wasn’t really fair of Peter to use webs to get so high so fast but Wade would never complain about being able to watch his Omega fly, the beautiful body soaring through the sky, the wings stretched out and catching the sun as he swung between the buildings.

It wasn’t fair that Peter had webs, but Wade wasn’t complaining, and the Alpha just doubled his pace tearing up the stairs to get to the rooftop, bursting through doors and vaulting railings. His heart was pounding, scarred skin itching and veins crawling with feral rising red behind his eyes as Wade raced up and up and up.

His mate had almost died. His mate had almost died. My mate almost died---

“Omega!” Wade burst through the rooftop door of Peter’s building, dented the steel as he rammed into it and skidded to a stop. “Peter!”

“I’ve been waiting for you.” Peter jumped from the utility shed and landed with a light thump, tore off his mask and shucked his jacket and spread maroon wings open in an excited welcome for the Alpha. “What took you so long? Where have you been? I want you.”

Wade met him halfway across the roof, charcoal colored feathers hitching high and aggressive, eyes snapping scarlet as he grabbed for his mate and yanked him in for a brutal kiss.

“Where have you been?” Peter asked again, gasping through the kiss and scrabbling at Wade’s clothes, shoving his hands beneath the Alpha’s shirt to get to skin and moaning low, anxious when he could finally feel Wade’s heartbeat against his palm. “God, that’s good. I missed you. I know it's only been a minute but I missed you. That was incredible, we are incredible, you are incredible, I want to eat you alive.”

Peter was talking a mile a minute, walking backwards towards the wall and dragging Wade with him, crushing kiss after greedy kiss to Wade’s mouth and hissing in excitement when the Alpha’s teeth stung at his bottom lip. “Yes my Alpha, yes more of that. More of you.”

“Settle.” Wade rumbled, a damn useless word when he was no where close to settling, the liquor heady scent of turned on Omega like a shot of adrenaline to his heart, his soul, his cock. “Settle.”

“Make me.” Peter’s hands went sticky at Wade’s side and he grabbed too tight, too greedy as they kissed again and again. “Make me settle. Bite me.”

“Peter.”

“Bite me.” The Omega half purred, half growled, turning his head to bare his neck even as he used that ridiculous strength to shove Wade against the wall. “Bite me, you know you want to. You want me just as bad as I want you and we just did something incredible together and I’m half outta my mind needing you.”

“Settle.” Wade ordered again, dark feathers waving warningly in a display of dominance and a fight for self control that made the Omega whine in pleasure. “Slow down, Omega.”

“Make me.” Peters eyes were bright, his smirk nearly devious, but his honeysuckle scent twisted longing when Wade’s hands settled at his waist. “Make me settle, Alpha.”

“I—“ Christ, sometimes Wade loathed himself. “I’m not your Alpha.”

“The fuck you aren’t.” The Omega ran his tongue over his teeth, then tipped his head to the side to show off the line of his throat, lush and inviting and practically dripping with want and need and mineyoursmineyoursmate. “Bite me, you coward.”

“Bed.” Wade said, instead of saying everything else, instead of just jerking forward and cutting into the Omega’s neck to finally bond. “Bed. Now.”

“I shouldn’t let you knot me until you bite me.” Peter whispered, but he was already backing up towards the edge of the roof, already readying himself to web backwards and then twist into his bedroom window that was only a few feet below them. “I shouldn’t let you knot me until you say I’m yours but fuck, Alpha. I’m gagging for it. Gagging for you. So empty I wanna scream. Need you so bad. What we just did was incredible and I need you so bad---”

“Bed!”

*************

It was always like this.

Always Wade wondering what he’d ever done to have such a sweet Omega, such a pretty perfect Omega curled up and purring on his chest, wholly content to lay over Wade’s heartbeat and rub his adorable nose over the myriad of scars on the Alpha’s skin. Always one hand resting low on Peter’s hips and the other buried in the ridiculously fluffy hair, breathing in Peter’s pure honeysuckle scent and letting it calm the fire in his veins.

It was always like this, always Peter straddling Wade’s waist and stuck tight on his knot, rocking that gorgeous body just lightly, just enough to keep the Alpha swollen so he could stay full as long as possible. Slim fingers tracing the rougher patches of Wade’s skin, the scars and ruined pieces, then drifting up to coast gently, almost tenderly through the feathers Wade had kept away for so long, and Peter breathed in deep and exhaled slow of his Alpha’s scent as it mellowed from brittle need to caramel thick possessiveness.

I love you. Peter thought, and he knew his scent must have changed when Wade shifted beneath him and murmured, “Pretty, perfect Omega.”

It was always like this.

Always so close to enough but just not quite.

“Clint invited us to dinner at the compound tonight.” Wade said a few minutes later when he thought his Omega was maybe drifting off to sleep. “You wanna go?”

“I feel like it’s going to do ridiculous things to your ego if I tell you I’d rather get knotted again than go have dinner with the Avengers.” Peter mumbled, and the Alpha’s wings shook with his laughter. “So I guess we better go. Clint’s been asking for months.”

“Yeah, he really has.” Wade smoothed his rough palm down Peter’s back and patted lightly at the Omega’s rear. “Should we put some clothes on?”

“Definitely not. Let’s definitely go naked to meet my personal hero Iron Man and his harem of demi-gods and super soldiers and non powered but still terrifying mates.” Peter yawned and snuggled in closer. “Definitely not putting pants on for that.”

“Brat.” Wade left a quick swat on Peter’s butt, but he couldn’t help an adoring rumble when the Omega only kissed over his heart. “...I guess we could be pants-less for a few more minutes.”

************

From the outside, the Stark compound upstate looked like exactly that-- a compound. Towering gray walls and not one but two different fences that ensured no one would risk a climb over or cut through without suffering serious electric shock and probably a dangling appendage or two. A deceptively grassy campus with a landing pad that came up from beneath the tennis courts, an underground tunnel system that led to the pools and a state of the art laboratory buried in a bunker that would withstand a nuclear blast. A security system that scanned Wade and Peter not once, not twice but three different times before they even made it through the initial foyer and to the bolted security doors that led to the living areas.

But past the foyer, past the security systems and uncomfortably prison like appearance, through the windowless hingeless doors that either slid back into the walls to welcome someone or slid shut on their bodies to crush them flat, past one more full body scan that ended with a palm imprint machine that collected fingerprints and most likely a trace DNA sample--- past all that, the Stark compound transformed into a gorgeous home full of the scent of happiness, of love and affection, and of family.

“Ho ho holy shit.” Wade breathed as they suddenly stood in an entry way that arched up at least thirty feet, beautiful windows and graceful, artistic architecture lines, and a running length of carpet so plush he sort of wanted to lay in it. “Look at this thing. Who knew Upstate Alzatraz was a posh palace inside?”

“This is crazy.” Peter picked up a picture from the mantle, wings lifting curiously when he saw Black Widow super spy Natasha Romanoff hanging off of Captain America, laughing and clearly drunk, wearing a ridiculously sequined tux for what was apparently the ball dropping party in Times Square the last New Years Eve. “This is Natasha Romanoff drunk with Captain America. This one is Air Force Colonel James Rhodes wearing the worlds ugliest Christmas sweater. Here’s Tony with the Winter Soldier and uh--”

The Omega peered a little closer at the picture, “The prettiest baby I’ve ever seen, look at her Alpha, she’s adorable.”

“That’s Maria, the prettiest girl in any room anywhere in the world, and the tiniest thing capable of bringing Iron Man, the former Winter Soldier and an actual God of Mischief to their collective knees with one gummy smile.”

Pepper Potts was ridiculously pretty as she hurried towards Wade and Peter, her pale pink wings surrounding her like a halo as she reached to shake first Wade’s hand, then Peter’s. “Honestly, it’s almost embarrassing. She rumbled in her diaper the other day and then laughed about, and I thought Loki was going to faint. You’ve never seen a Trickster God fumble to magic up a camera and take a picture so fast in your life.”

“Right.” Wade wasn’t sure if he was dumbfounded because of the unexpected information, or dumbfounded because Ms. Potts was just so elegant. “Sure that’s-- yep. Trickster god, cameras, that all makes sense.”

“It doesn’t make sense.” She corrected with a quiet laugh. “But stick around and you’ll see Lo and Bucky and Tony going absolutely ga-ga for Maria isn’t even the most unbelieving thing to happen on any given day with our family. Now come along, it’s just about time for dinner and you still have to meet everyone, come on.”

The beautiful Omega turned around on sky high heels and hurried down the hall towards the rest of the compound, and Peter and Wade trailed along behind her, eyes wide as they took in the myriad of family pictures on the wall, the intricate AI system control panels set out on a platform by a set of stairs, and as they neared what was apparently the dining room, Peter reached for Wade’s hand nervously as they drew closer to an astonishing amount of noise coming from behind the huge double doors.

“Don’t be nervous.” the Alpha sounded nervous even as he pressed at Peter’s palm. “It’s fine. Clint invited us, the apparent Queen right there seems to think we’re welcome so--”

“Any friend of Mr. Barton’s is welcome in our compound.” came a voice from the ceiling, and Wade instinctively grabbed for a gun at his waist, Peter instinctively clamped his hand down on the Alpha’s wrist so Wade wouldn’t fire at the hidden speakers, and Pepper turned around with a knowing smile and comforting trill of her tongue.

“Ah, sorry about that. JARVIS is just as much a part of our family as everyone else and if you aren’t listening for the click before he speaks, it can be quite startling.”

“Mr. Wilson I suggest you think twice about a weapon.” the AI continued, and the Alpha immediately put both hands up to show that he had reached for the non existent weapon purely out of habit. Peter had insisted on no guns and Wade never told his Omega no about anything other than heat, so he was here gunless and the AI needn’t need worry.

“The last person to pose a threat to my family died in quite horrible fashion, and in the time since my systems have been upgraded to be un-over-rideable.” JARVIS intoned, and Peter turned wide eyes towards Pepper, who only lifted one slender shoulder in a shrug. “Rest assured I will decorate these walls with you and your mate should you think to bring any danger those who reside here.”

“When Clint extended the invitation, he was very adamant that neither Mr. Wilson nor his Omega mate would bring a weapon to our home.” Pepper assured the AI. “But thank you all the same, J.”

“Christ.” Wade had to work hard to get his wings down by his shoulders again, the instinct to shove his Omega behind his back and outright challenge the machine for inadvertently threatening them hard to ignore. “I thought robot butlers were supposed to be polite, not homicidal.”

“JARVIS’s algorithm allows him to change and adapt to new scenarios that present themselves and with this family, a new scenario presents itself daily.” Pepper typed in a code and the double doors swished open. “With the recent addition of Baby Maria, the soon to be addition of Baby James and our Omega Clint so newly expecting, JARVIS is picking up on elevated stress levels from our Alpha and adjusting himself accordingly. He sprayed Thor with fire extinguisher foam the other day because the God of Thunder has one volume setting-- loud-- and Baby Maria was napping.”

“The AI sprayed the God of Thunder with foam because the baby was napping?”

“Tony has an Allowable Decibel Protocol and Thor is in constant violation. It wasn’t the first time he was sprayed and it won’t be the last.” Another one of those shrugs, and Pepper adjusted her always perfect hair and smiled, sweeping her arm out to encompass the dining area and living room of the compound. “Welcome to our home, gentleman. You’ll have to forgive our chaos, I’d say it’s unusual, but it’s really really not.”

“Uh--” Wade raised non existent eyebrows as an absolute beefcake of a blonde strode with golden wings strode by with a wing-less scientist at his side. “Sure?”

“Thor.” Pepper reached out and snagged the blond’s arm and tugged him back. “Thor, come here and meet a new friend of the family.”

“My Lady Pepper.” Thor was massive, purely Alpha from the incredible golden wing span to the lightning flashing in his eyes, but he was downright delicate as he bent and kissed Pepper’s hand. “How are you today?”

“Wonderful, darling thank you.” Pepper turned a little pink, then motioned to Peter and Wade. “These are friends of Clint’s-- the Alpha Wade Wilson and his mate, Peter Parker.”

“The one even Hel rejects, and the child with webs!” Thor nearly crushed Wade’s hand in an enthusiastic shake, his greeting for Peter quite a bit gentler but just as boisterous. “Of course! Our Omega Clint spoke highly of you! You must meet my love, Bruce.”

The huge wings flicked out and just lightly brushed against the scientist, who came forward enough to just nod at the two of them. “Mr. Wilson.” Bruce adjusted his glasses and took a closer look at Wade’s skin, then turned to Peter. “Mr. Parker. Tony showed me the video footage of your abilities. If you don’t mind, I’d love to ask you some questions over dinner.”

“Sure.” Peter was staring even as he took a step back into his Alpha and sheltered beneath Wade’s tattered wings. “You’re Bruce Banner.”

“Ah.” Bruce cleared his throat. “Yes, I am Bruce Banner. The uh--”

“I’ve read every paper you ever wrote on gamma radiation theory and particle physics.” the Omega blurted. “and when I first got my powers I actually used one of your equations to measure the absolute mass of my strength considering my relative size to that of several different spiders and the potential effects if could have on my metabolism and regeneration abilities. Your study into meta humans and mutations as a force of nature and not a mistake is incredible. I know you don’t tour and teach anymore, but now that you’ve set up virtual classes, I’ve subscribed to as many as I can afford at a time. You are incredible.”

“Indeed, my love is incredible.” Thor’s feathers flicked forward again, but this time it was towards Peter in gratitude, a hand over his heart and head bowed in respect to Wade as Peter’s Alpha so the gesture wouldn’t seem flirty. “I tell him in Asgard he would be worshipped as a deity of intellect, but he refuses to return home with me to find out!”

“It’s nice to be appreciated for more than ah--” Bruce adjusted his glasses again and sent another curious look towards Wade, his expression dimming towards empathy and sadness when he saw the ruined wings. “For more than my ability to level an entire city. Welcome to our home, Peter and Wade. I look forward to further conversation.”

“Thor, is there any word on when the Queen Mother will arrive?” Pepper queried, and the Alpha shook his head, let his wings out so they rested gently over Bruce’s shoulders. “I am trying to prepare, but to be honest I’m not sure how to prepare for the queen and goddess of Asgard and her Valkryie guards to touch down here in the compound.”

“My mother will arrive when she decides it is time to arrive.” Thor declared. “She was raised by witches, and her grasp of time eludes me. She knows the exact moment Steve will require her healing, and that is when she will arrive.”

“You’re no help.” Pepper sighed and blew them a kiss, then grabbed for Peter’s hand and pulled the pair further into the room. “Tony is absolutely beside himself with excitement to meet a Valkyrie. I’m still wondering if I’ll have to have a stable built for a Pegasus!”

“Right.” Peter sent his Alpha a disbelieving look. “A Pegasus. That’s normal.”

“Oh Bucky, my love!” Pepper waved and switched directions. “Come meet someone new.”

“Oh I think Bucky and I are fine knowing the people we know.” the Omega that spoke for the former Winter Soldier was shockingly beautiful, pale skin and jade green eyes, long black hair and a tunic cut clear to their navel. A deep voice and near sneer on ruby red lips, but oddly enough their expression was full on adoring as they stared down at the chubby baby in their arms, waving their right hand above the baby’s head to make snowflakes dance in the air. “Why would we want to meet anyone else when our entire world rises and falls with this beauty?”

“Be nice, Lo.” Former Winter Soldier and 1940′s super soldier Bucky Barnes was all soft smiles for Pepper, his left arm gleaming as he reached to pull her into a hug and accept a kiss from the other Omega. “We gotta teach Maria to be acceptin’ of others, you know that.”

“I know that I will raise her to be treated as a Queen and to accept nothing but pure adoration from the lesser, unwashed masses.” Loki sniffed, but their multicolored wings raised high in interest as they looked Peter and Wade over. “You must be Clint’s friends, then?”

“Where is the ol’ Bird Boy?” Wade wanted to know, quickly cataloguing any danger present in the two potentially volatile Omegas and just as quickly deciding that neither Loki nor Bucky were going to make any threatening moves. “He invited us up and now he’s nowhere to be seen?”

“M’sure he’s up with our Alpha gettin’ spoiled.” Bucky pushed shoulder length hair out of his eyes and tucked dangerous looking wings back out of the way before he shook Peter’s hand, and then Wade’s. “Good to know you. Clint talks about you alot.”

“All bad I’m sure.” Wade joked, and the big Omega’s eyes flickered with something almost irritated before he answered, “Nobody talks bad about anybody here.”

“He was kidding, Omega.” the newcomer to the conversation was one Beta Natasha Romanoff, tiny but unbelievably fierce, red hair and snow white wings that she brushed over Loki, over Bucky and then extended warily in welcome to Peter and Wade. “The Alpha was only kidding, weren’t you Wade?”

“Natasha.” Wade had ran into Natasha once or twice, events that usually ended with him getting his ass handed to him courtesy of the most terrifying ballerina in the world. If he hadn’t loved Peter so damn much, the Alpha was sure he’d be head over heels for the notorious Beta. Hell, maybe he was head over heels and judging by the smirk of Natasha’s perfect mouth, she was well aware. “Uh, sure I was kidding.”

“Pretty Omega.” Natasha’s smirk slid into a genuine smile as she opened her wings further for Peter, and the other Omega opened maroon feathers in a greeting as well. “Welcome to our home. The twins are excited to meet you, Pietro is crawling out of his skin ready to have another boy to talk to. Your company will give poor Wanda a break, she wants to dote on Clint all the time and Pietro is hilariously terrible about sharing any sort of attention.”

“Twins.” Peter repeated. “Right. Wanda and Pietro Maximoff--”

“--Barton Stark.” she finished. “And if you think the house is chaotic now, just wait till the Queen Mother arrives with her Valkyrie guard.”

“Yes, Natasha is very excited to meet the Valkyrie, aren’t you love?” Pepper’s suppressant muted scent lightened with teasing and happiness and Natasha play growled at her, ducking in close to kiss her full on the lips and murmur, “Never as excited as I am to kiss you, darling.”

Bucky just smiled at the display and with one last wondering look at Wade, led his Omega partner and Baby Maria away to find a place to eat.

“Pep, glad I found you.” Before Natasha had even pulled all the way away and before Wade or Peter could ask if the Trickster God and former Winter Soldier were honestly raising a baby together, United States Air Force Colonel James Rhodes came to join them.

The Alpha was a sight to behold decked out in military dress, royal blue wings held high as he bent to kiss Pepper on the mouth just as enthusiastically as Natasha had. Wade sent his Omega a curious look, and Peter just shrugged a little, but his smile stretched wide as the air soaked with happy Omega scent and protective, content Alpha as the Colonel rumbled something soft and sweet to Pepper.

“You’re leaving before dinner?” Pepper asked when they parted, and James sighed through an explanation of, “I have to run. I’m supposed to be halfway across the country right now, and I got caught up trying to help Tony string light in Baby James’s room. I’ll be home again tomorrow.”

“We spent all day yesterday stringing lights!” Natasha threw her hands and wings up and the Colonel only laughed, “Apparently they weren’t the exact right shade of not quite white, so Tony ordered more!”

“Of course he did.” Pepper sighed and patted at the Colonel’s arm. “Alright love, I’ll see you tomorrow. Text me tonight.”

“Of course.” Rhodey straightened back up, sent Wade a quickly discerning look but didn’t so much as tense up before offering Peter a smile. “Sorry to run out like this, I usually like to be home whenever someone new comes along but the world needs saving. Another time, Mr. Wilson. Mr. Parker.”

“Colonel.” Wade snapped a salute just because his days in Special Forces had left some deeply ingrained habits. “Another time.”

Pepper watched with an endlessly fond smile as Rhodey hurried out the door, and turned back to Peter and Wade with an expectant smile. “Shall we move on? This is only half the family.”

“So this is normal chaos for you?” Peter finally asked as they picked seats out at the huge table, and the other Omega just scrunched her nose and nodded. “So what’s un-normal chaos for you?”

“If you come by next week, you’ll find out when Frigga arrives.” Pepper reached for a bottle of wine and passed it to Wade to open. “She insisted on coming to be there for Steve’s labor and delivery. Baby James isn’t Thor’s child, but since that Alpha is hopelessly in love with the Captain, he’s been just as bad as Tony with fussing and preparing.”

“That was an insane sentence.” Peter said slowly, scooting his chair closer to Wade and snuggling in under the Alpha’s wings. “You know that’s an insane sentence, right? Thor the demi-god’s mom the Queen of Asgard is coming to help with Captain America’s baby even though it’s not Thor’s baby, it’s Iron Man’s baby and also, Bruce Banner the Hulk hangs out too?”

Pepper muffled an understanding smile. “Just wait till you meet everyone else. That isn’t even the weirdest sentence you can say about our family. Not even close.”

And the beautiful Omega certainly wasn’t kidding.

Dinner in the oversized dining room was the sort of crazy that usually only happened in holiday comedy films, with everyone reaching over everyone else, a truly insane amount of food and an even more insane amount of desserts.

The almost comically pregnant Steve was doted on by Thor, by Bruce, by Tony and Clint, and then Clint in turn was doted on by Natasha and the gorgeous Beta Sam, Tony and Bucky, who kept turning to make sure the mercurial Loki was settled and happy and playing with Baby Maria who was being snuck sweet treats by no less than half a dozen people, including the astonishing twins Wanda and Pietro and an elderly gentleman the twins affectionately called grandfather.

The Alpha Tony was handsome enough to make both Peter and Wade sit up and take notice, and even though the massive wings flickered curiously in Wade’s direction, Tony had nothing but smiles and welcoming words for the newcomers before he moved on to see his family.

The entire event was overseen by Pepper who quickly and efficiently dished out plates, made sure there was always a wine bottle open and plenty of water and juice for the expecting Omegas and in between doing everything, she also managed to answer each of Peter’s questions about their family, and also to assure Wade that they weren’t intruding, honestly this wasn’t even a full house for them yet, they should see it at Christmas time.

It was wild and chaotic and homey all at the same time. Almost overwhelming with all the combined scents but almost unbearably cozy too. Wade couldn’t hardly breathe through the scent of so many Alphas, but the sugar sweet contentment from the Omegas and the balanced but happy Beta’s lessened the deluge until he could finally relax his shoulders and take a few bites.

Peter was fascinated by it all-- by the expecting Omegas and their over attentive mates, by the way everyone looked to Tony for answers and approval while the family Alpha himself looked to all of them for guidance and opinions and help.

There was so much laughter, ringing around the room as they ate from each other’s plates. There was so much love, showing through every interaction and quick smile. And more than that, what brought Wade to almost uncomfortable and uncertain, wings fluttering and eyes flicking red if he wasn’t careful--

-- there was so much acceptance. So much acceptance and adoration between everyone at the table that it was almost too much.

Wade had been shunned his entire life, first by his abusive father and then by society in general when his tendencies ran towards feral. It had made him an excellent soldier but after Vanessa and after the accident that ripped his mutation out from beneath his skin and tore his wings to shreds, Wade was only an excellent monster, used to hiding in the shadows and turning away from too prying an eye.

He didn’t hide from Peter though, and when Clint finally did see them and came running over to excitedly sign through an also spoken conversation, Wade thought maybe he didn’t have to hide here either.

There was just so much acceptance and it showed through in thousand different touches between the family members. No one shied away from Bucky’s dangerous wings or silver fingers, no one looked twice when Loki magicked a knife out of mid air to cut the baby’s food into smaller bites. Thunder literally rolled around the room when Thor laughed at something Steve said, and in the same motion the huge Alpha shifted only the barest bit closer to Bruce who clearly was mostly touch averse.

Pepper was wearing suppressants, Natasha’s eyes flared wide in a moment of panic when wine spilled blood red on her hands but Sam grabbed a napkin and cleaned it up before kissing her gently, and where Clint lay snuggled up against the family Alpha, he kept one hand lightly over the blue reactor sat in Tony’s chest.

They were a family of misfits, of odd edges and unwanted souls but here gathered in the dining room there wasn’t a single person out of place.

Incredible.

“There’s room here for you and your mate.” The Alpha Tony found Wade sometime after dinner when everyone had helped carry dishes away and then the entire family made its way to the common area to relax. Wade was still brooding, still watching every interaction with narrowed eyes, his shoulders set and wings tense as if he was just waiting for the pin to fall, the other shoe to drop, someone to snap and start a fight because isn’t that what family’s did?

“If you’d like to stay, I mean.” Tony finished, and the other Alpha tore his attention back from watching the room.

“Tonight?” Wade couldn’t help shifting a step away from Tony, tucking his wings in closer out of habit and pulling his sleeves down a little further on his wrists. “Uh, thanks. I’ll think about it.”

Tony’s dark eyes flicked down to track Wade’s movement, then warmed in sympathy and before Wade could wonder why, the Alpha pulled his own shirt down a little and showed him the devastation over his sternum and around the bright glow of his arc reactor. “You know, one thing you’ll figure out pretty quick about this family is that we are all scarred. We’re all messed up one way or another but we don’t have to hide, alright? I’m sure there’s more years than I can imagine of you hiding your skin or keeping your wings away from people, but you don’t have to do that here.”

Wade’s eyes flickered red uncomfortably, and Tony shook his head. “I don’t mean to put you on the spot or anything like that, but my Omega mate Clint told me quite a bit about you and your mate and I just want you to know, you don’t have to hide here. Pepper might do that thing where she gets nosy and overly helpful and tries to find the perfect lotion to help with your skin, and Natasha gets super protective over the more vulnerable people in our family, but the last thing anyone is going to do is judge or stare or--”

Tony waved his hand idly. “--or anything like that. Thor’s mother Frigga is considered a great healer, he already suggested maybe she might help if you want. If you want. Or if your mate wants.”

“Peter isn’t--”

“I used to try and figure out how to change my feathers back to their original colors after my accident.” Tony continued on, brushing off Wade’s token denial. “But my Omega mates practically rioted over me changing anything about how I looked, so I let it go. They wanted me for who I am now, I’m sure Peter is the same way with you.”

“Uh--” Wade just kept staring, cos out of all the things he’d expected from dinner with the Avengers in their cult-compound-thing, full acceptance and quite a bit of warmth from Tony freaking Stark wasn’t really it. “---okay?”

“You still look sort of shell shocked, and I get it. We can be a lot to take in.” the other Alpha said mildly, then smiled and motioned to where Peter was talking excitedly with Wanda and Pietro, and laughed out loud when Pietro let his electric blue wings out and Peter fell off the couch in shock. “And I know Peter has his Aunt May as family, but I’m serious. You and your mate are welcome here. There’s room, plenty of room and if there isn’t room, I’ll just build on. It’s not a problem.”

“Th-- thank you.” Wade said slowly, and this time he meant it. “I dunno how I feel about your team, but I know Pete really wants to give this whole thing a try. He always complains about being a lone web slinger, so we could give it a shot. And at least if we start coming around, you guys will look out for him if anything happens to me.”

“According to the most recent rumours, nothing can happen to you.” Tony cocked a knowing eyebrow and Wade shrugged it off. “Along the same subject lines, I heard you and your mate caught a bus today.”

“Peter caught a bus.” Wade corrected. “I was just there to look pretty.”

Tony chuckled softly. “That’s how I feel half the time with my family. I feel like I’m only dangerous with my suit on, but everyone else is incredible. Even the non super powered members of my family are super heroes in their own right.”

And then softer, the Alpha’s scent warming with adoration, “It’s humbling to realize our mates could literally choose anyone in the world as theirs, and for some reason, they chose us.”

“Yeah, I hear that.” Wade ran his hand over his bare scalp self consciously. “Feels like that every day with Pete.”

“Clint says you don’t refer to Peter as your mate, but I noticed you haven’t really corrected any of us who assumed and Peter didn’t seem to mind.” Tony raised his wings curiously. “Should I spread the word that you have a preference?”

Wade nodded, then shook his head, then hunched his shoulders and cleared his throat, cleared it one more time before he managed to ask, “How uh-- how did you know it was time to make your bond official with your Omegas? I know you’ve got something with everyone in here, but your Omega mates specifically. How did you know it was time?”

“I don’t know how much you know about what happened to me in Afghanistan?” Tony paused, and Wade shook his head. “Well it wasn’t great. I went overseas one man, came back a different man and it took a long time to feel like myself again. I knew it was time to bond with my mates when I looked at them and saw home. Bonding with them was like Coming Home, and that’s how I knew it was right.”

“Coming home.” Wade repeated. “That easy?”

“It was that easy.” Tony said emphatically. “The day I looked at them and felt like I was home, I knew it was time to bond with them. Everything else after was just making it all legally official. Adopting the twins, drawing up beneficiary paperwork-- details. It was about finding our broken edges and fitting them together and calling it home and then everything was alright.”

“Huh.” Wade thought back to how broken he’d been after Vanessa, how his wings had shredded, his skin destroyed as the mutation progressed, how the darkness had crept in tinted red at the edges of his vision--

--and how meeting Peter had been like sunshine and fresh air and like home in the middle of a storm he used to pray would kill him.

“But.” Tony reached out and put a friendly hand on Wade’s shoulder, not shying away from the dark feathers, not flinching over the roughness of the other Alpha’s skin beneath his shirt. “You and Peter are clearly soul bonded, so there’s no rush. That Omega isn’t going anywhere, it’s obvious in the way he looks at you, the way his scent changes.”

“Soul bonded.” Wade tried for a smile. “Never thought I’d be taking mate advice from Tony Stark.”

“Trust me when I saw weirder things have happened.” The other Alpha raised his wings in response to Sam calling for him. “Think about what I said, alright? There’s room for you and Peter here. Clint knows and trusts you, and I trust him to only bring the right people to our home, so consider yourself welcome. I mean it.”

Welcome.

Home.

Acceptance.

The later evening found Wade in one of the recliners in the huge common area, his Omega half asleep on his lap as a movie played quietly in the background.

Tony’s unorthodox family was scattered all around the living room-- Pepper tucked into a sofa with Natasha, pink and white wings mingling affectionately. Thor took up an entire couch with Steve on his lap and only a few of his feathers resting on Bruce’s leg. Wanda and Pietro sat on either side of Clint, signing through their conversation and teasing each other like only siblings did. Tony was already asleep with his head in Sam’s lap, the Beta’s wings spread protective and close over the family Alpha, while Bucky and Loki lay on the floor so Baby Maria could crawl between them and babble and wave her fists at the television. Yinsen was working on his tablet, Colonel Rhodes was the reason Pepper’s phone kept lighting up with text messages, and the entire room was full of the scent of family.

Of home, of acceptance, of mates and love and open adoration.

It was…. beautiful… in a way Wade hadn’t expected to find, and the unexpected beauty gave him the courage to nudge his Omega just lightly, just gently.

“Wade?” Peter blinked those big eyes up at him, shifted so his maroon wings covered them both a little more. “What’s up? Are you ready to go?”

“No.” Wade swallowed hard and brushed his rough fingers over Peter’s cheek, melting to his very soul when Peter turned his nose into his palm and purred sweetly. “But um-- I’m ready.”

“Ready.” Peter repeated. “Ready for what?”

“I’m ready.” the Alpha pressed his thumb purposefully into Peter’s bonding spot. “Ready.”

“Oh.” The Omega’s honeysuckle scent flooded with pure happiness, and his voice was whisper soft as he answered, “I’m ready too Alpha my Alpha. Always.”

-- and across the room, Pietro elbowed Wanda sharply and hissed/signed, “Does this mean I have to listen to bonding sex through my wall!? Their room is right next to mine! It’s not fair! I won’t get any sleep at all!”

Wanda put her head in a pillow to muffle her laughter, and Pietro just crossed his arms and huffed at her.

This family was crazy.

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Chapter Notes:

It’s general canon that Peter Parker Spidey can lift between 10-12 tons easily, and a standard sized school bus weighs about 12 tons so that’s why I chose that particular scene. That and the scene in SM: HC where Peter complains about Tony treating him like a kid and Ned is like “you are a kid” and Peters like “yeah, one that can catch a school bus!” I just thought it was funny.

I will never not love Wade seeing whole hearted acceptance and unconditional love and finally realizing “I am deserving of this” and I will never not love Peter being so happy and willing to give Wade absolutely everything.

Also HEY Let’s talk about literally terrifying Jarvis! I feel like he’s been getting more and more human in my stories lately and I regret nothing. If this Tony was going to design an AI to protect his family, I don’t think issuing threats about blowing baddies’ brains out would be that out of character, yes? Yes.

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for you. // itzy, syn. // one-shot.

in which your childhood best friend tries to distract you from the fact that you’re totally flunking all of your classes by taking you to the places you considered were special to you when you were younger, and you remember why they were so close to your heart in the first place.

word count: 4.8k

author’s note: writing this was really fun, i hope you all enjoy 💓 i apologize for the inconsistency of my updates, i don’t have a scheduler, i literally just drop these out of nowhere and call it a day,,, as for the requests, i will get them done eventually! i am sorry for the long wait, i swear i am just,,, lacking inspiration lately lmao.

genre: high school au, fluff all the way baby, friends to lovers (although, the ‘lovers’ part isn’t specifically stated anywhere.)

tw: mild violence, brief mention of blood.

“(Y/N), I believe you have a clue as to why you're here when classes have concluded?" The guidance counselor, Ms. Jung, said as her assuming eyes traveled from a piece of paper to your eyes. You sat quietly across from the older woman, anxiously bouncing your leg and scratching the cushion you were sitting on. Being called to the guidance counselor's office was something that hasn't happened to you before and not knowing the reason why you're there makes everything just a tad bit more scarier.

On a normal day, you would be walking home with your best friend at this time of day. And speaking of your best friend, you dreaded seeing the look on her face when you meet her by the school gate so late. You had promised to treat her to some ice cream after getting the results for the important test you both took today.

Oh, yeah, that's why I'm here, you thought. You couldn't help but sigh deeply at the realization of it all. You completely butchered the test, and now you were getting the talk from the counselor.

"Your teachers always talk about how you're a well-mannered student who is loved by everyone since the day you entered this school. However," Ms. Jung pushes the piece of paper towards you. You leaned forward to look at the paper and feel your head spin at the sight of so many... failed tests. "You don't make an effort to try at all." The counselor said.

You leaned back on your chair and stared at the bulletin board behind the counselor's desk in an attempt to avoid the older woman's gaze. You could not tell her that you have been trying to get your grades up ever since the first time you got a C+ on a test because you realized that you would just sound dumber than you already look.

You felt your heart swell at your wasted efforts and oh, you just wanted to go home and shut yourself off from the world for a little bit to clear your head, but you know that it wouldn't do anything to your grades. Now you were regretting rejecting an older student's offer to tutor you.

I really shouldn't have brushed off that opportunity. There's no way Jisu can make time for me now. She's a graduating student, I know she must be busy with more important things, you thought. You dread for the time when you have to go home and show your parents your current grade. They never really showed mercy at these kind of things.

You left the guidance counselor's office with a heavy heart. What would your best friend think of you now? The two of you were competing to beat the other into getting the higher grade this school year, there's no doubt that she'll make fun of you because of this.

You can already see her big, toothy grin in your head and if you weren't so devastated, you would've laughed because your best friend's face really puts you at ease. But for some reason, it was doing the opposite at the moment.

You walked past the doors of the building and from the top of the five steps that lead to the door, you could see your best friend's tall figure standing near the school gates.

Shin Yuna, looking cute as ever, had a pout on her face as she leaned against the gates. Her long, lustrous blonde hair was pulled up in a tight ponytail and she wore a big grey jacket on top of her school uniform. It was your jacket. Her tan legs stretched out from under her plaid skirt and you still can't wrap your head around the fact that she was nearly two heads taller than you and the two of you are the same age!

As you walked closer to the gates, you watched as Yuna kicked a pebble solemnly. She hated waiting. It makes her anxious, especially if you don't say anything beforehand. But then again, it's not like you were expecting to get pulled into the guidance couselor's office at the end of the school day.

Yuna turns her head and almost immediately, her frown was replaced with a big smile, "There you are!" She says.

You try to mirror her smile, "Sorry. I got held up by Ms. Jung." You replied, letting your eyes wander to the bright pink hair tie that held Yuna's golden locks together.

"The guidance couselor? What for?" Yuna asked. You flinch at her question, you were hoping that she would whine about you being late and totally ignore how miserable you looked at the moment. You avoid your best friend’s gaze for a minute, staring blankly at the tall trees across the street. You let out a heavy sigh and flashed Yuna a lazy smile, followed by a shrug.

For most people, you were a mystery. Mainly because you never really talk to anyone except for a select few. But for Yuna, you were like an open book. You have been friends since elementary school, so of course you know everything there is to know about each other.

And when you’re being stubborn about hiding what you’re feeling, Yuna makes it her mission to bring it out of you.

Surprisingly enough, however, Yuna doesn’t say anything this time. As weird as it is, you appreciated it. You weren’t in the mood to talk about it anyway.

“Well, whatever then. You didn’t forget your promise, right?” Yuna asked, grinning as she looped her arm around yours. She started dragging you away from the school gates and the two of you were finally out into the streets. You feel the early evening breeze kissing your face as you treaded the pavement. Your tense shoulders finally relaxed as you felt Yuna resting her head on top of it.

You turn your head slightly, “Of course not. And even if I did, you’d make me remember.” You said. Yuna giggles, she knows you’re right. As the two of you walked towards the small ice cream parlor down the street, you realized that you were still holding the piece of paper that had your grades on it. No doubt that Yuna hasn’t seen it, but you still slipped it inside your school blazer. You could see your best friend staring at you from the corner of your eye but you ignore it, staring into the distance.

“Hey,” Yuna tugs on your sleeve, successfully getting your attention. “Are you cold? You can have your jacket back if you like.”

You shake your head, “I’m okay, Yu.” You replied weakly. You were close to the end of the street and across from the little stoplight there was Yuna’s favorite ice cream parlor, but all of a sudden, you felt yourself getting pulled back.

“We’re going somewhere else,” Yuna said. You can tell that she was starting to get bothered by your recent behavior. “I’m not really craving ice cream right now.”

You allow yourself to get dragged around the streets and you realized that your best friend was taking you to the underpopulated part of the town. This section of the city belonged to those who weren't doing very well in terms of money and therefore the quality of the houses, and pretty much everything else, were less than ideal.

Your family used to live here and while your childhood wasn't always pleasant, you still found ways to enjoy every moment of it. Mostly because there was this unnecessarily tall kid that never failed to make your day better just by being herself.

"Yu, why'd you take me here?" You asked as you looked around. It was quiet, but that doesn't mean that it was safe. The scariest things happen in this part of the city, you were lucky that you didn't experience any of them when you were younger. "Oh my God, did you get yourself involved with shady people now? I told you to stop hanging out with Ryujin! Like, I get that she's hot but she's bad news!"

Yuna sputters. "What?! No! Wait," She stops walking and looks at you like you grew three heads. "You think Ryujin is hot?" She asked.

You tilt your head to the side, "You don't?" You didn't get an answer. Instead, Yuna keeps walking forward, muttering something about how she didn't even know what she was trying to do at the moment. You jog up to her side and catch her hand with yours, locking your fingers together.

It's not that you hated this part of the city. The only things you really remember were the worst things. Like that time your puppy passed away, or those numerous times your parents fought, or that time when you didn't catch the string of your balloon fast enough to stop it from flying away to the sun.

The first stop was an old park that was squeezed the numerous run-down apartments in the neighborhood. The fountain at the center of the park had stopped working and vines covered most of it.

"I think... this was where I saw you cry for the first time," Yuna speaks. She staring at the fountain blankly. It was like she was reliving that exact moment on the spot. You don't remember that though. You cried a lot, and you don't exactly keep count. "You were upset because some dumb boy from our old elementary school called you names."

You chuckled lightly, "Oh, that. Didn't you get in trouble for punching him the next day?" You asked.

"It was worth it." Yuna replied with a cheeky grin.

Yuna came to your house late in the afternoon that day. There was a cut on her lip and she bled quite a lot. She tried to look tough but you didn't miss the single tear that squeezed out of her eye when your father patched up her lip. That day, you wondered why Yuna would go through such lengths for you, but that was before you realized that you would also punch a boy twice your size just for her.

“Didn’t we make this our unofficial hangout spot?” You asked as you stood on the fountain. Now you were able to see the top of Yuna’s head, for once. You remember a time where you could still look at each other eye-to-eye, but then she suddenly grew. And then she grew again. Maybe she will never stop growing!

“Yeah, but only because whenever you do that,” Yuna said and pointed at you with a smirk on her face. She suddenly put her hand on your arm and pushed you gently. You let out a yelp as you try to maintain your balance, but you failed and you feel yourself falling forward. You closed your eyes, ready to embrace the pain, only for it to never come. You slowly opened your eyes and of course, Yuna caught you in her arms. “I can do this.” She whispered with that mischievous glint in her eye.

You pushed Yuna away and hopped off of the fountain, “You suck. What if you hadn’t caught me in time?”

“That’s impossible. I’ll always catch you when you fall.” Yuna replied almost immediately, as if she predicted your previous statement. You adjusted your school blazer, making sure that not one spot was dirty, ripped, or folded. And then you reached inside, searching for a certain piece of paper. Your heart nearly dropped down to your stomach when you couldn’t feel the familiar material in one of the pockets.

You looked back at the fountain and of course it was right there for the whole world to see. You quickly snatched it, hoping to the gods that your best friend didn’t see it.

Your wishes ended up being ignored, however. “What’s that?” Yuna asked.

There was basically no point in hiding it. Even if Yuna doesn’t feel like asking you about your feelings now, there will always be that small voice in her mind that will keep reminding her that you were upset about something in this particular day, then she’ll bring it up and you will have no choice but to answer.

You slowly turn around, only to see your best friend eyeing the piece of paper that was trapped between your fingers. “This little thing? Uh, i-it’s nothing. Just... trash, haha.”

Yuna stares at you with an incredulous look on her face, and you sigh, finally giving in. You unfold the piece of paper and handed it to Yuna, your eyes glued to the ground to avoid any more humiliation.

You could see your best friend come closer to look at the paper and a second later, you hear her laughing. Your head snapped up at the sound of her beautiful laugh but you didn’t feel like laughing with her. Instead, you felt frustration building up inside you and you toss the paper towards Yuna, hitting her in the face.

You started walking away. “No! Wait! (Y/N), let’s talk!” You hear yell from behind. You ignore her calls and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop tears from falling down your face.

“(Y/N), please, don’t go.” You could still hear Yuna giggling and when you stop to face her again, her smile was replaced with a look of sadness mirroring yours. She immediately ran up to you and reached out her hand, attempting to touch your face and wipe your tears away. However, you don’t give her the chance to do it, you swat her hand away.

Yuna persists, reaching out again with both hands and of course, you were just as stubborn, so you pushed her hands away again. You sobbed as you dodged her attempt to comfort you, blinded by sorrow and anger.

“(Y/N), just let me hug you!” Yuna said, stepping closer. You started to push her away with more strength, but of course you had to get tired. You had to stop resisting Yuna and allow her to embrace you, and you did exactly that.

“I needed you... to say something nice but you just laughed.” You sobbed into her shoulder.

Yuna started caressing your back, “I’m sorry.”

“You can be so mean sometimes.” You added, hitting the taller girl’s hip weakly.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

After that, Yuna led you to an abandoned playground. You remember just how many... interesting things have happened in that exact playground. The one you vividly remember was the one time you, Yuna, and some other kids from the neighborhood played tag. Yuna scraped her knee when she fell while running away from the tagger and you had never seen her cry so hard. You ended up taking her to your house to clean the wound.

You thanked the gods for making your father a nurse because if he wasn’t, then Yuna would probably have a lot of scars at present. She wasn’t the most careful kid back then. Whenever you met up with her in the park or in this playground, she would always have a bruise or two because she either fell from the monkey bars, tripped on air, or got into a petty fight.

If the park was where you shed a lot of tears, then this playground was definitely where Yuna shed hers the most.

“So,” Yuna started as she watched you carefully. The two of you sat on the swings, and yes, this was one of the very many places where Yuna fell flat on her face. “Why are you so upset?” The tall girl asked.

The paper has now been discarded so you couldn't see shoved it up to Yuna's face, "Did you not see my grades? I am flunking my classes, Yu. All of it." You said.

"It's not the end of the world! You can do better next year," Yuna replied. "And you will do better! If there's one thing you can do, it's picking yourself up and pushing past your limits."

You groaned and buried your face in your hands, "Yuna, I love you, and your optimism, but can we be realistic here? I can't keep on going like this. You know that." You lamented.

You feel Yuna's gentle hands pry your hands away from your face. She was kneeling down in front you, wearing her signature goofy grin, and you felt your heart skip a bit when you saw that familiar wonder in her big bright eyes.

"Times like this is when we need to be unrealistically optimistic the most! We need to set up a goal or something! Like, if you manage to do this, then I'll reward you that!" Yuna exclaimed, holding your hands tightly.

You look away and pouted, "Well, clearly I can't do anything, so..." You sighed. You hated being a pessimist, but you really couldn't help it in this situation. Studying hasn't always been your forte, mainly because you thought that you didn't need to do it. You always managed to get decent scores on tests and quizzes without studying. It wasn't until this school year that your grades started getting lower and lower.

"I'm so stupid." You muttered.

Yuna makes a sound of disapproval, "Don't be like that! You know you're smart! You just have to get back on your feet." She said. She started listing out the things the two of you can do to bring your energy back and get you out of that sunken place you were stuck on, but you barely listen.

You thought it was cute how Yuna would gasp loudly when she thinks she thought of the best idea ever. Her eyes would just shine with excitement and she would start bouncing, then she would yell at you to get up and get going.

At that moment you just wanted to hug her tightly, but for some reason, you thought that it would be too much.

Random hugs were cute back in the day, but something about doing them now, in this time and age, makes it weird. And not the good kind. At least not for you.

When you were younger, you loved the feeling of Yuna's embrace. You still do, and you always will, but things a bit... different. You always find yourself wanting to stay close to her for at least a second more, and sometimes you just want to stay in her arms forever.

Her scent puts you at ease and the feeling of her warmth makes you think that nothing can go wrong ever again. It was a dangerous feeling, and you didn't know what to do about it.

"Wanna know how I did in my test?" Yuna asked, sitting back down on the swing beside yours. She grabbed her backpack and pulled out a paper from it with a wide grin on her face. You didn't know what you were expecting, but you definitely didn't predict that Yuna, of all people, would get a D.

Seeing how much your eyes widened, Yuna lets throws her head back laughing.

"Yuna! What the hell happened?!" You asked, hitting your best friend in the arm lightly.

The taller girl slipped the paper back inside her bag and let out a shaky breath. She anxiously fiddled with her hands, and it was almost as if she didn't want you to know. Yuna slowly lifts her eyes from the ground and onto you, "I... I wanted you to win that stupid challenge." She said.

You blinked, "So you can treat me instead? Yuna, you know that I'd buy you ice cream regardless, right?" You asked, chuckling.

"I know! But... I like seeing you smile when you win," Yuna averts her gaze to the ground again, biting her lip out of embarrassment. "God, what am I saying?" She muttered.

You shake your head, still laughing, "You really didn't have to purposely fail an important test just to see me smile, you know."

"But it's you." Yuna replied. You didn't know what to say to that. What does that even mean? As much as you wanted to ask, you were afraid that your best friend might combust at the spot, so you simply did not respond.

(Unbeknownst to you, Yuna was regretting letting those words slip out of her mouth.)

A sudden burst of wind suprises you, and you couldn't stop yourself from shivering. You let out a breath and suddenly you were being pulled to your feet by Yuna, who wore an unreadable expression on her face. "Come with me. There's one more place I want to visit before we go." She said in a soft voice.

Yuna led you to an unfamiliar street. It’s either you have never passed by this part of the area or it was just your bad memory acting up once again. Your hand once again finds Yuna’s, you hadn’t even realized that you were holding your hand until you felt your palm dampening. You look at Yuna and saw that the tips of her ears were reddening as seconds pass. Weird.

Eventually, you realized that Yuna just walked you through another road to your old middle school. It shut down weeks after your graduation and a new and better one was built near the road that connects the shabby and honorable parts of the city.

“It’s a little sad how they don’t even try to demolish these old places. They just leave them here to rot on its own,” You said as you and your best friend neared the building. There were graffiti all over the walls, they looked amazing. “At least it’ll rot with art on it.”

From the other end of the wall, you hear Yuna laughing, “Hey, (Y/N), take a look at this.” She said, waving you over. You stood beside Yuna and followed her gaze. You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of ‘RYU was here’ written near the bottom of the wall in big dark blue letters. Yuna takes out her black marker and writes ‘Hey, Ryu :) - Yuna, (Y/N)’ right under it, snickering at the thought of her friend spotting it one day.

“So, did you take me here to commit a crime? I thought we weren’t supposed to do that until like, third year of college when we’re sad, miserable, and regretting ever being born?” You asked, following the taller girl to the back of the building. You can see the way Yuna’s cheeks hunched up, indicating that she was smiling and definitely up to something. You just hope that neither of your parents will pick you up at the police station by the end of the day.

Right. I still have to deal with their initial reactions to my petty excuse of a grade, you thought, sighing to yourself.

“We’re here,” Yuna says as she stops walking. In front of you was a small hill that you and some other students from the school used to hang around in. On the other side of the hill was just another part of the area, so there wasn’t anything special about it. But you do remember laying down with Yuna and falling asleep while staring at the clouds. You have never felt so at peace. “I kind of wrestled a lot with Ryujin here which led to a lot of detention and suspension warnings. I’m sure you remember that part!” Yuna explains while pulling you towards the hill.

You hum in agreement, “Ah, yeah. Ryujin went here too.” You said. The two of you haven’t always been on each other’s good side. Ryujin hated how you allegedly forced Yuna to do all these goody-two-shoes things and you absolutely despised how Ryujin would get in trouble and drag Yuna down to hell with her. And until today, both of you still feel the same towards one another, but you have do doubt that you’d jump to defend Ryujin with your life when someone opposes her. She would do the same too, but she doesn’t tell you that.

Yuna lays down on top of the hill, using her backpack as her pillow, and pulled you down to join her. Her sweet cinnamon scent filled your nose and you already felt your nerves relaxing as she puts her arm around you shoulders, pulling you close. She rested her chin on top of your head (where you couldn’t see her beet-red cheeks).

“Do you feel better?” Yuna asked. You nodded, although you were still unsure of what to feel at the moment. You feel your heart racing uncontrollably, almost as if it wants to break out of your ribcage and leap out of your chest. Whenever you were this close to Yuna, it always happened. You always kept yourself still, afraid of the stupid thing you might do if you even move an inch.

(Yuna feels the same.)

“You know, when we were little brats, we promised each other that we won’t keep any secrets from one another no matter how horrible they are,” Yuna says as she slowly caressed your hair, feeling each lock between her fingers. Your eyelids started getting heavy and all you could do was nod weakly while you fought against the temptation to fall asleep. “Well, there’s this one thing I’ve been hiding from you for a while.” Your best friend continues.

Your eyes snap open upon hearing her words, “How long?” You asked.

Yuna pauses and takes a deep breath, “A few years.” She admitted.

Truth to be told, you were more surprised than pissed. Yuna never shuts up once she finds something interesting to talk about, so for her to keep a secret from you, who can basically pass as her other half, is something that has never happened before, ever. You were excited to find out what your best friend could be hiding all this time. A few years is a long time after all.

A wide grin spreads across your face, “This better be good, Shin Yuna.” You said.

“That’s up to you,” The taller girl muttered. She swallows thickly before starting her little story. “Towards the end of our first year here, we were laying down on this same spot. You felt tired from all the stupid work and games we did during recess, so I told you that you can rest with me. While you slept, Ryujin suddenly came up and... teased me, but I told her to shut up because I didn’t want you to wake up... since you looked so beautiful when you’re at peace like you were back then.” She spoke softly and carefully. She has always been afraid to spill way too much emotion than needed, you knew that. But you also knew that this was probably something she has been wanting to get off her chest.

You looked up, your heart beats a little louder when you meet Yuna’s gentle eyes, “Is... that it?” You asked.

Yuna releases a silent laugh and continues, “No. While you were sleeping, I thought about... about how I just wanted time to stop at that moment so that I can keep you in my arms forever, away from all the bad things out there, from Ryujin, and everybody else. I thought that it wouldn’t be so bad if I get to... spend the rest of my days with you. It sounds ridiculous because we were like, I don’t know, twelve that time... but that’s how I felt. And that’s how I still feel.”

It was weird. The way you felt exactly the same as Yuna, the way you would occasionally get lost in her eyes, the way everything seems to slow down just for you and her. Everything was weird, and it felt surreal.

Your breath hitches when Yuna lifts her hand and pushes your hair back, her fingers grazing your skin just a little and leaving a trail of goosebumps. “Then... I kissed you. Right... here.” She taps your nose with her index finger and smiles nervously.

You take her hand in yours, intertwining your fingers, and leaned closer, “The only bad thing in all of this is that I missed that kiss since I was passed out.” You said as blood rushed to your cheeks at the realization of what you were trying to do.

Yuna pulls you closer and she embraces you tighter, now you could feel how her heart was racing as fast as yours were, “Can I do it again, then? Properly this time?” She asked.

Your eyes fluttered close and that was the only answer Yuna needed. She leans down and plants a sweet kiss on top of your nose. At the same time, butterflies invaded in your stomach, making you laugh all of a sudden and hide your face on the crook of Yuna’s neck.

Yuna laughs with you, she was just as embarrassed but hearing your laugh made everything seem a little better.

“Hey, Yu?” You lean back to look into your best friend’s eyes again. She raises her eyebrows, prompting you to continue. “Thank you.” You say.

Yuna smiles brightly, and it was like thousands of suns were shining down on Earth, “Anything for you.”

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jougogo · 4 years

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young & beautiful - iwaizumi hajime

a/n: hello. this broke me when i wrote it. literally, 3am and full on sobs. also, a large part of this fic was inspired by a book called hotel on the corner of bitter and sweet by jamie ford. it provides a lot of insightful views about japanese internment camps in the united states during wold war 2, so if you’re interested i would highly recommend reading it! this is a songfic to young and beautiful by lana del rey but i would recommend listening to summertime sadness as well, also by lana del rey. CLARIFICATION; this fic is set in the ww2 time period! and i like to think that iwa is a lil younger here, so maybe like 15-16? anyways ENJOY MWAH

warnings: mentions of war, racist ppl >:( and v angsty!!

wc: 2.1k

I've seen the world, done it all

Had my cake now

Diamonds, brilliant, in Bel-Air now

Hot summer nights, mid July

When you and I were forever wild

The crazy days, city lights

The way you'd play with me like a child

he knew that this would be the last time he sees you.

you.

the same one wearing those new blue jeans even though it’s mid-july and the air is sickeningly humid, sitting with bare feet dangling over the edge of the rooftop at 4am, with hair softly rustling from the occasional cool breeze that made the hot california summers more bearable.

"hey, i guess this is the last time we’ll meet on this rooftop, huh?" you said, looking out at the sleepy city.

"don't say that! you know it’s not true," he quickly chided you, but the break in his voice told you the opposite of what he was trying to convince you. what he tried to convince himself

hajime put his arm around your shoulders and sat down next to you

the two of you looked out peacefully at the quiet streets of san francisco from the top of your shared townhouse building.

it was almost like little stars, the way that spots of brightness from the city lights were scattered sporadically through the darkness.

"you know, if we get caught for being out this late at night, we would probably die. if the police catches us for not respecting the curfew, we would be in so much trouble. especially with the new relocation orders that the president signed, and the war hysteria, and not to mention the curfew that the government set-" he started, but was interrupted by your dreamy voice.

"i know. but i've seen the world. i've had my cake, you know ? i'm content if this is the way it ends, even if it's not me wearing diamonds and having a mansion in bel air, " you chuckled.

"hey! those were movies. they don't count as seeing the world. and also, diamonds and bel air? pfft, as if you could ever," he rebutted playfully. ever since he was a kid, he would always make it a point to take you downtown to the movie theatre and watch whatever happened to be playing that day. to be honest, he would've never stopped if it weren't for the war.

"oh, hajime. just let me dream a little, alright?" you huffed dramatically, earning a small smile from him.

the dim streetlights from the road provided just enough light to illuminated your features. oh, how he wished he could burn this memory into his mind forever. the way your eyes reflected the moon, the corner of your lips turned upwards just so slightly, a couple wisps of your hair framing your face with the rest pulled back into a lazy braid, held together by a single red ribbon.

red.

the color red.

it brought him back to one of his favorite childhood memories; when the every neighborhood in their little japantown would come together to celebrate new years.

the popping firecrackers, the festive lanterns and fiery signs hanging by the doors.

a time when he would explore the different stores, hand in hand with you, and later chasing you down the sloped streets for taking a bite out of the snack he bought. giggling as adults scolded them for being reckless and wild. his mouth watering as the women of the neighborhood carry out trays upon trays of delicious food, the feeling of present a warm meat bun in his hand, chimes of “itadakimasu” ringing around him. not a care in the world, just pure joy and happiness. it was always what he looked forward to as a child.

oh, what he wouldn't give to go back to those days

Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?

Will you still love me when I got nothin' but my aching soul?

I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will

Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?

"will you still love me when i'm not young and beautiful?" you asked softly, pulling him out of his thoughts. he felt your small fingers wrap around his, clasping his hand. "what if the next time i see you, i'm old and wrinkly like a raisin?"

"well, i'd be a wrinkly old raisin too. so what? it doesn’t make a difference in how much i love you, " he replied nonchalantly

"then will you still love me when i’ve got nothing left but my soul?"

upon hearing you ask yet another question, hajime stiffened

"stop asking silly questions," he finally managed to mumble out, hugging his knees closer to his chest.

"you know. they force you to leave behind all your belongings. they take everything away, iwa-chan." you spoke softly. "i'm leaving behind all my important stuff at the basement of the panama hotel. they're really nice people, you know? for letting us keep our stuff there. maybe, if we both come back, they'll still be there and we can look through our old pictures together." you said quietly, twiddling your hair ribbon between your fingers. your hair was wavy from being in the braid all day, and now they were finally freed.

free. how he wished he could be free from all these restrictions again.

he tried to think about happier memories, but everything became painful as the realization dawned on him that he will lose everything. it was inevitable. the little grocery store around the corner owned by that old married couple his mom always talks to? they were escorted away weeks ago. the ice cream parlor he loved because they would always give him extra whipped cream for ordering in japanese? shut down by the government's order. he remembered the harsh words he had heard from a group of protesters when he biked past the golden gate park on his way to run an errand for his mother.

"all japanese are dangerous. they are traitors to the country,"

and that’s when he noticed their pointed glares at him.

“i was raised here! i’d never be a traitor!” he so desperately wanted to yell. but his body told him to keep pedaling away, as fast as he possibly can.

seeing people with these horrible prejudice against him, a stranger, even a kid whom they’ve never met, felt like a stab to the heart

but it also angered hajime to no end

it was the biggest lie he's ever heard. dangerous? that's not true. ok, maybe there were a few pervy geezers, but he knew that this community that he loved was anything but dangerous.

so why are they the one being punished?

he knew he would lose everything eventually. he just didn't think he'd lose the love of his life so soon.

her family had gotten the notice two days ago.

"sacramento. and maybe oregon. probably washington, even idaho" you had told him.

somewhere far, far away from him

he had heard that the concentration camps, or "relocation centers," as the news had put it,

were cold.

the images of concrete, barbed wire and cramped spaces, the stories of families working relentlessly from day to night only to be treated like prisoners, and the thought of sleeping on the freezing floors filled his mind. just thinking about it made him shudder, but the scariest thing was that he doesn't know when his family will be next

growing up, your family and the iwaizumis had been neighbors. he lived on the first floor, and you lived above him. the two of you had bonded over your parent’s chatting, and having each other for dinner was a common occurrence. his parents treated you as their own child, and your parents did the same with hajime. heck, no one would bat an eye if you announced that you were going to sleep over at his house because you two practically lived together.

you were his first love. his best friend. every moment of his childhood, had been spent with you.

you were the ribbon that held him together through his messy life, and now he was losing you

overwhelmed, he could feel his throat began to tighten. his breathing became heavier as he tried to blink back the tears that welled in his dark green eyes.

"hey. you can cry on me, if you want." you comforted him. it was like you could read him like a book, because he frantically sputtered out an excuse

“what are you talking about? and also, to answer your dumb question, i'll love you no matter what. i don't care how long it takes, or what we look like, or-"

you hovered your finger above his lips, gently shushing him.

"i know you will, haji, i know that you will," you said softly as you caressed his cheek. he looked away, but he couldn’t help but choke out a sob

you patted his head and pulled him into a hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck. warm tears dampened the sleeve of your shirt.

"please. please. i don’t want you to leave," he mumbled into your shoulder as you ran your fingers through his messy black hair.

Dear Lord, when I get to heaven

Please, let me bring my man

When he comes, tell me that You'll let him in

Father, tell me if You can

All that grace, all that body

All that face makes me wanna party

He's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds

“maybe, one day we'll see each other again.” you said when he finally lifted his head.

you stood up and held out your hand to him, an offer to help pull him up since he was probably sore from sitting for so long

however, he didn’t let go of your hand once he stood back up.

“dance with me?” he asked, sniffling and wiping away the last tear.

you nodded, and he began to sway to the faint sound of jazz music coming from the nightclub a few blocks away.

“hey, this is our swing dance routine from PE in 7th grade,” you smiled fondly at the memory as he twirled you around him, only to twirl you back into his arms. nodding in confirmation, he dipped you gracefully, his strong arms wrapped around your waist.

that’s when he noticed the tear trickling down your cheek. it faintly sparkled in the moonlight, similar to how a diamond would.

“i’m going to miss you, hajime iwaizumi from the first floor. thank you for making me happy,” you whispered, looking up at him. he pulled you back up, and held you in his warm embrace.

“even if we don't see each other again in this life, i'm sure i'll find you again. if you’re good, maybe i’ll see you in heaven. be good, haji. be good for me. promise?” you muttered into his chest before pulling away to look him in the eyes.

“no promises. you might have to beg god to let me in.”

“ok. i’ll see you in heaven, hajime,” you whispered, cupping his cheek

and that’s when you pulled him down for a kiss. it was a light, almost featherlike, brush across his lips. your elbows were resting on his shoulders, and your forearm crossed behind his neck. hajime leaned his forehead against yours, the tips of your noses just barely touching

“can we stay like this, for a little while longer?” he asked breathily, still reeling in shock from his first kiss

“mhm. i love you, hajime.” you answered, gazing into his pretty green eyes as they fluttered open.

in the distance, you could see that the had sun begun rising over the horizon, enveloping the two of you in the warm light of morning. you basked in the serene orange glow, admiring every feature of the beautiful boy in front of you.

“i love you,”

he can’t wait to find you again.

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lostinthewiind · 4 years

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Hello! Would u please write something with Speirs? Like he can't take his eyes off of the reader and basically is all angry cause he feels really attached to her. So he eventually talks with Lip about it in the church in Foy cause Lip figures after the long dreamy look haha. And she kinda overheards them so she confronts Ron about it. Thanks a lot!! Hope the idea is not that bad haha ♡

We all be needin’ some more Speirs in our lives, me thinks! I hope I do this prompt justice!

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Stained-Glass Secrets

Pulling your knees up to your chest, you wrapped your arms around your legs and exhaled slowly, the stress of the past few days melting away as much as they could. With the girls’ choir singing softly in the background, you closed your eyes and tried your hardest to focus on something that made you happy: home.

More than anything, you wished you were back home, wrapped up in a soft blanket with a warm mug of coffee. That fantasy was what had gotten you through the scariest days and the coldest nights—especially in Bastogne.

When you opened your eyes again, the first thing you saw was Lieutenant Ronald Speirs from Dog Company staring at you from across the church, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes narrowed. He looked almost angry, but you were at a loss for what you could have done to possibly offend the officer; you weren’t even sure you had ever spoken to the man before—not one on one, at least.

As soon as Speirs made eye contact with you, however, he immediately averted his gaze. That only confused you even more.

Coming up beside the man, Lipton started chatting with Speirs, distracting him from you. In that time, you decided to head outside for a quick smoke and be alone with your thoughts for a few minutes. All you really wanted was just a chance to decompress.

Exiting the candlelit church and walking out into the dark night, you made your way around to the back of the building where a beautiful stained-glass window allowed the warm glow of the inside to bleed out into the environment, providing just enough light for you to see what you were doing as you lit a cigarette.

Leaning back against the wall, you inhaled the nicotine and let the substance circle in your lungs, calming your naturally-stressed state before you exhaled, letting the smoke drift out between your lips and into the air.

“I think she’s starting to catch on.” the sound of the faint voice startled you slightly as you had assumed you were the only one outside. With a quick look around, however, you confirmed that you were, indeed, the only person outside.

“You’re not exactly subtle with your staring.” the voice said again, and that was when you realized that you were hearing a conversation that was happening inside of the church, on the other side of the window. The voice belonged to Lipton, but you weren’t sure who he was talking to.

Then the second person spoke and despite your limited experience with hearing this particular person’s voice, you recognized it right away as belong to Lieutenant Speirs. “It’s not appropriate,” he said, his voice quiet and muffled so you could just barely make out what was being said. “I’m an officer and she is an enlisted soldier. Besides, it would go against all fraternization policies.”

That’s when you caught on to the fact that the two men were talking about you; they had to be, you were the only ‘she’ in the 101st.

Gasping sharply, you accidentally inhaled too much smoke into your lungs and had to fight against the coughs that were ripping through your throat. You knew you shouldn’t be eavesdropping, but you also didn’t want the men to become aware that there was someone on the other side of the window, and that everything they were saying could be heard through the barrier.

“There are no rules against just talking to her.” Lipton reasoned. “Just say ‘hi’.”

“Then what?” Speirs asked.

“Talk to her. Listen to her. She’s a pretty interesting person if you take the time to get to know her.”

As your coughing fit subsided, you smiled softly. Lipton had always been such a good friend to you, but you had never heard him talk you up this much to anyone before. It was nice to hear such genuinely kind things about yourself.

Leaning closer to the window, you listened carefully for what was to be said next, but nothing came. No voices, hushed or otherwise. No Lipton. No Speirs.

Just as you were about to put out your cigarette and head back into the church, you heard the large doors open and close, followed by a pair of footsteps. Looking up, you watched as a figure rounded the corner. It was Speirs.

As soon as he spotted you there, he froze, eyes wide. “Sorry,” he apologized. “I didn’t know anyone else was out here.”

“It’s okay,” you told him, trying to hide your smiled and the fact that you had overheard everything he had said to Lipton. “I was just about to head back anyway.”

“No, don’t,” he said rather abruptly, catching you off guard. “I mean, ugh . . . you should stay. I don’t mind the company.”

You chuckled. “Okay. I can stay.”

“Good.” he nodded, fishing a cigarette out of his pocket and promptly lighting it before joining you against the wall. He didn’t say anything for a few minutes, and in that time, during which the two of you just smoked and stared up at the night sky, the tension built and built. Then, he looked down at you and smiled weakly. “Hi.”

You almost snorted, but you stopped yourself. He was trying, you knew that, and you didn’t want to scare him off. “Hello,” you replied.

He nodded confidently, clearly proud of himself for getting over the first hurdle. “So, ugh . . .” he slowly trailed off, unsure of what to say next. “Tell me about yourself.”

That time you couldn’t help but laugh a little bit. “Well, that’s a very broad and open-ended question,” you smirked. “We could be here for a while.”

“Yeah . . .” his face fell a little.

“What would you like to know?”

He thought for a moment. “What did you do before this?” he asked.

“I worked as a waitress in a little diner off of the highway,” you answered. “I wore a blue dress and white apron, you know, the works. It was quite a sight.”

Speirs smiled; he actually smiled. You swore you had never even seen him look pleased before. “Out of all the possibilities I imagined, that was not one of them.”

“What did you imagine?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, something like what you do now. Like maybe a mechanic or an engineer.”

“I wish.” you sighed. “Would have probably paid the bills a lot better than waiting tables did. Probably wouldn't have joined the army at all then.”

“Oh, well, in that case, I’m glad you were a waitress.”

“Yeah?” you smiled, earning a nod in response. “Well, what about you? What did you do before?”

“School,” he stated simply. “I started military training in high school and then joined as soon as I graduated. I haven’t really done much else other than what I do now.”

You weren’t surprised by that answer in the slightest. “That makes perfect sense,” you told him. “I don’t think I could even picture you doing something else.” you closed your eyes dramatically for a few seconds for effect. “Nope, can’t do it.”

He grinned for a second. “Sorry, my answer isn’t very exciting.”

“Sometimes real life isn’t exciting,” you said. “That’s just how it goes.”

“I guess you’re right.”

By then, you had reached the end of your smoke and dropped the remaining bud onto the ground and stomped it out. “It’s getting kind of cold out here,” you commented. “I think I’m gonna head back inside. You coming?”

Speirs looked down at his own cigarette, which was only half-smoked, and threw it to the dirt without hesitation. “Yes,” he answered, falling into place beside you.

“So, was Lipton right?” you looked up at the man beside you. “Am I an interesting person?”

Speirs stopped in his tracks and swallowed hard. “You heard us?”

“I didn’t really mean to.” you shrugged. “But, yeah. Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay.” he seemed to relax. “This makes it easier, I suppose. Yes, you are interesting, but I didn’t need to talk to you to know that.”

You blushed slightly. “Is that so?”

“Yes, but I think I’ll keep talking to you anyway,” he told you. “If that’s okay with you.”

“I look forward to our future chats,” you said. “Hopefully we can get to know each other a little better.”

“I’d like that.”

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chimilkie · 4 years

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bts reacts; you sneak into the dorm to see them

an:// because of the recent corona virus pandemic, my classes have been cancelled and i’m forced to complete them from home for the next few weeks. the virus is very unfortunate and i send my wishes to anyone who has been deeply affected by this event. i’m using writing as an outlet to release all the negative emotion i feel towards this health crisis, if any of you need an outlet to release frustration - my ask box is open, i’ll respond to you privately if you do not wish for me to share the ask on my page with the rest of my followers. stay safe and healthy my loves <3

posted: march 21, 2020

kim seokjin

the past few days he had been staying late at the studio with the choreographer so that he could pick up the moves of the new choreography quicker and avoid frustration during actual practices with the rest of the boys. and although you were proud of him for working so hard to learn the dances even though he absolutely hated the learning process of it, you really missed him. you knew that tonight would be the only open opportunity to spend time with him for the next week because tomorrow was the start of all the commercials and concept photo productions for their upcoming comeback.

you made a split second decision to head to a restaurant and then to the dorms instead of going straight home. he made so much effort to make enough time for you in between his busy schedules so you figured it wouldn’t hurt to do a little something for him and surprise him with a dinner night. you shot jimin a text letting him know that you were coming over and asking him to leave the door unlocked and not tell the rest of the boys so that they didn’t make a huge deal about it this late at night.

after you picked up the food you drove over to the dorms as quickly as you could without breaking any speeding laws. after passing through the gates and parking your car in the car garage, you gathered all the bags in your hands and made your way to the elevator that led to their apartment complex. it was a long eight floors up and you felt like your arms were about to fall right off your body from the weight of all the bags you were holding. after the elevator dinged and the door slid open, you hurried over to the dorm room door and gently opened it before slipping inside and closing it once more behind yourself. you placed three of the bags of food on the table in the kitchen and locked the door for an extra safety measure.

in the living room jimin and jungkook laid splayed out on the couches. “hey guys.” you whispered to gain their attention. they both turned their attention to you and smiled upon seeing that you arrived safely.

“hi noona.” jungkook mumbled softly, about to stand up and help you with the rest of the bags.

you shook your head at him with a laugh and began making your way down the dark hallway. “don’t bother kook, i’m fine. i locked the front door and there’s some bags of food on the kitchen counter for you guys and the other boys. goodnight.”

“goodnight, y/n!” jimin softly called out after you as you made your way to jin’s room. you pushed the door open softly and immediately made eye contact with your boyfriend who was laying on the bed with his facial products laid out in front of him and a cup of tea interlocked in his fingers.

“jagi, i didn’t know you were coming over. you should’ve told me so i could have prepared tea for you as well.” he grinned at you.

you laughed and walked over to place the bags of food gently on the nightstand. “no need for that, i just wanted to surprise you with food and a movie before comeback preparations start.” you explained before leaning down to quickly place a kiss on his lips.

min yoongi

you had gotten the week off of work after a large pipe of broken and flooded the main office building of the campus. you were laying on your couch watching your third k-drama of the day when you received a string of texts from your rather distressed boyfriend. he had claimed that namjoon had kicked him out of the studio and dragged him home to get to rest. he then went on to exclaim - with some very colorful language - how frustrated he was about it. you replied back almost immediately and, to yoongi’s dismay, completely agreed with what namjoon had done. he did need rest, he was just too stubborn to admit it to himself.

‘okay well are you going to fight with me about it or sneak past namjoon and spend the night with me?’ came his genius reply. you rolled your eyes and let out a long sigh before sliding out from under your blanket and grabbing your keys from the kitchen counter.

‘omw <3′

‘thought so.’

by the time you really comprehended that you had just left your house at midnight just to sneak into your boyfriend’s dorm room, you were already in your car driving to the apartment complex that you had visited multiple times before. it didn’t take more than ten minutes for you to arrive at your destination and you would never admit to anyone that you were practically falling asleep against the wall of the elevator as you waited for it to reach the boys’ floor. the loud ding from the elevator startled you awake and before you knew it you were standing at the door to the apartment. you skimmed through your keys looking for the one that would unlock the door in front of you.

as you looked through the keys, you quickly thought of a game plan. if the world was currently against you, than one of the boys would be standing right inside the door in the kitchen. if the world was completely on your side, than all of the boys would be locked away in their rooms. but you knew that the most likely scenario was that they were all in the living room. it was all a game of luck, and you just had to hope that whoever was inside wasn’t namjoon or wouldn’t make a scene and alert namjoon.

you took a deep breath before slipping the key into the lock and turning it, resulting in the door slowly creaking open. you stuck your head inside and looked around, letting out a sigh of relief when you realized that no one who in the kitchen and there was no light or sound coming from the living room. you slipped into the dorm and quietly shut and locked the door behind you. you kicked off your shoes and hid them behind a stack of the other shoes lined up at the door so that they wouldn’t be the first things someone noticed in the morning. you slowly walked through the kitchen and turned to make your way down the hallway when you heard a quiet snore from the couch. you didn’t turn to see who it was and risk getting caught, you just rushed down the hallway before shoving yoongi’s door open and throwing yourself in.

he was laid upon his bed with a smug look on his face. “took you long enough.”

“that was the scariest thing i’ve ever done.” you breathed with a pout. he threw his head back in a laugh before grabbing your hand and yanking you into the bed with him.

jung hoseok

hoseok hadn’t even told the boys about you and his relationship with eachother yet, much less introduced you to them. usually he would visit your apartment so that you both could hang out in private without suspicion from anyone in a public stance. sometimes you would take small road trips on his days off but otherwise that it was just small date nights at your apartment or you sneaking into the company building to drop off some food at his studio late at night. but he texted you after him and the boys wrapped up practice telling you that he missed you a lot and that if you were up to it, he would leave the dorm front door unlocked so that you could sneak in after the rest of the boys fell asleep.

you agreed after a little convincing on his part and you both decided that you would head there straight after work and text him before you came up the elevator so that he could make sure all the boys were occupied and you could get to his room without being noticed by anyone. he texted you just as you had left your office building that he and the boys had arrived home and he was waiting in the kitchen for you arrival.

he had mentioned that yoongi and namjoon had gone to the studio to work on a melody that they had been struggling with finishing and that taehyung had hopped in the shower. that calmed your nerves a little bit - you only had to sneak past jungkook, seokjin, and jimin. that seemed much easier than having to sneak past all seven of them.

‘i’m riding the elevator up.’

‘‘talked jimin and jin-hyung into finishing their wine on the balcony, just have to get past jk ;)’

he said it like that was going to be easy to do - it’s jungkook for god’s sake. but you pushed your nerves aside and swallowed every piece of doubt in your mind. this would work and if it didn’t resulting in all the boys finding out - they would be accepting of you, right? you sure hoped so. once the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened, you quickly walked down the hall until you stood in front of the the dorm’s front door. you quickly unlocked your phone and texted hobi that you were there.

not more than three seconds after you sent the text, the door flung open to reveal your boyfriend grinning on the other side. “quick.” he whispered with a laugh, locking his fingers with yours and pulling you behind him. “jungkook is on the couch. so i’ll just start a quick conversation with him and while he is distracted just slip past and run down the hallway, third door on the right. make sure you don’t walk into the bathroom because one, taehyung will be naked and two, he’ll scream and get the attention of the other three.”

“okay, i’ll be there.” you giggled before pressing your lips to his in a quick kiss.

kim namjoon

he had been working on the same melody for the past three weeks, claiming that there was something missing that was throwing the whole vibe of the song off. you had offered multiple times that maybe he should take a break from working on the melody and write some verses for the song instead. but he had rolled his eyes at that offer and explained that he needed the melody to be completed first before working on the lyrics to the song.

it was now almost an hour past midnight and you were quite frankly bored of this whole charade. he had promised that he’d be done by 11 at latest, but here you were two hours past that time - watching him do the same three things to the melody over and over again. “namjoon, you need to rest. you and the boys have a shoot tomorrow.”

“i know baby, just let me try this one last thing.” he mumbled under his breath, playing around with the guitar. you grunted and stood up, walking towards the door to collect your bag and shoes.

“joonie, get your stuff together and put your shoes on. we’re going home.” you told him gently. you grabbed the handle of the door and slowly pulled it open as to not alert an staff in the building that you both were still there.

“jin-hyung can’t see me go in this late, he’ll have my head if he knows i stayed in the studio all night.” he tried to talk you out of the decision you had already made but he didn’t seem to think it would work as he was already shutting down all his equipment and leaning the guitar up against its stand.

“then i guess we’ll have to sneak in without anyone noticing.” you giggled, grabbing his hand in your own and pulling him out of the room once he had grabbed his phone and jacket. it was a quick fifteen minute walk from the studio to the dorm and before you knew it, you both were trying to slowly open the front door without cracking up into laughter.

“this is so stupid.” you snorted, almost tripping over shoes that one of the boys left lying right in the doorway. and although he watched you trip over them, he didn’t seem to put together that he would most likely trip over them too. he fell against the wall next to the fridge and started wheezing. he was wheezing.

“would you shut up?” you cackled. “we can’t wake anyone up.”

“too late.” you both whipped around to face jimin, who was standing in the doorway of the kitchen with his arms crossed over his chest. “interesting. buy all my takeout for the next three months and seokjin never finds out about this.”

“deal.” namjoon sighed throwing his head back in exasperation.

park jimin

work had been good for the first time in awhile. all the customers you worked with were polite and respectful and the day passed by rather quickly. you left the office building in a good mood, stopped to pick up some chicken from the local food mart, and drove home to relax for the rest of the evening. you had facetimed your boyfriend during your lunch break that day and he had told you about the new difficult choreography they were beginning to learn and how you should stop by at the studio that weekend and check it out once it was finished.

you knew that meant he would be working late and more productively that same night so that he could pick up on the moves and transitions much quicker than the other boys (minus hoseok; he’s a beast). you were lounging across your couch watching some western movie that had popped on under recommended when your phone began ringing from the other side of the couch. you groaned and tossed you blanket off your lap before stretching to grab your phone. you answered the call without checking who it was and immediately help the device up to your ear.

“hello?” you croaked into the microphone.

“hey baby, i’m outside.” jimin voice echoed into your ear and you immediately felt yourself begin to blush. he used to do small things like this at the beginning of your relationship when he and the boys weren’t as busy as they are now. he’d show up outside in the company car and pick you up just because he missed you.

“coming.” you grinned before hanging up. you lifted the remote and shut the tv off before grabbing the plate of chicken and running into the kitchen to place it in the fridge. you grabbed your house keys and a thin jacket, slipped on some random slippers placed by the front door and practically ran out to the apartment complex parking lot. like promised, there he sat against the side of the car with a snarky grin on his face.

“this is a pleasant surprise.” you laughed, running up to wrap him in a hug. he laughed and leaned in to kiss you deeply.

“i missed you. we’re gonna have to sneak into the dorm because i don’t think the guys know that i’m still out so get all your laughs out now.” he shifted his feet so he was no longer leaning against the side of the car and opened the door for you. “god, i’m beat. hurry up, i want my bed.” he joked pushing your shoulder gently.

“oh shut up.” you laughed swatting playfully at his hand. “you’re lucky i’m even leaving my house this late.”

kim taehyung

you had been studying for online exams alone in your apartment for the past week now. it was stressful and extremely tiring but it was what you needed to do if you wanted to qualify for the new internship program that was starting up in june. you hadn’t been able to see taehyung in person for awhile now thanks to the busy schedules that constantly occupied you both. you missed him, and you knew that you weren’t going to be able to concentrate for the rest of the night with your heart yearning to see him again.

you packed up your books and laptop in your shoulder bag and began turning off all the nights that were on. it wasn’t even ten minutes later that you were in your car driving in the direction of the dorms. you shot him a quick text asking if he was home and he replied rather quickly saying that he was and that he had just gotten into bed.

you smiled, you would finally be able to just lay with him for a few hours and just enjoy his company before you both would have to wake up the next morning and continue on with your busy lives. the drive to the dorms was short as there weren’t that many cars on the street considering how late it was. once your car was parked you made your way into the complex and entered the elevator, smiling politely at the desk attendant on your way. you waited patiently for the elevator to get to the eighth floor and once the loud speaker dinged, the doors immediately slid open. you walked across the hallway whilst skimming through the keys on your lanyard looking for the one that would unlock the door.

once inside the dorm you kicked your shoes off next to the piles of other shoes and placed your shoulder bag on the kitchen counter. jimin, jungkook, and hoseok all sat across the couches in the living room watching some netflix film. “hey y/n.” hoseok called out. “taehyung’s in his room.”

“hey guys. i’ll be there if you need me.” you grinned at them before turning and making your way down the hall. once you made it to his door you gently turned the knob to push your way in.

“missed me?” you laughed once you made eye contact with the man who was tucked into a burrito on his bed, hugging his pillow close to his body.

he grinned boyishly and pushed the pillow away from his body to hold his arms out towards you. “yes, thank god! hugging a pillow gets uncomfortable sometimes.”

jeon jungkook

jungkook had been seriously overworking himself when it came to the choreography and his vocals lately. if he wasn’t staying up late in the dance studio rehearsing the newest choreography then he’d be in his studio practicing the same three notes over and over again. the boys knew that if he kept going at this rate he would end up doing more harm than good to himself. it was so bad that even when the boys had called you in to try and get jungkook to come home with them early, he had actually gotten frustrated with you for getting involved.

you left in a bad mood, and the boys had decided enough was enough. they dragged the maknae home and forced him to take the night and whole next morning off to rest himself. he knew that he had been in the wrong for snapping at you the day before and wanted to make it up to you, but the boys wouldn’t even allow him to leave the dorm to go see you. so he turned to his last resort - technology.

‘jagi, i’m on lockdown. please come over and i’ll sneak you in :(’

‘you’re lucky i’m already on my way.’

he waited patiently for you to tell him that you were waiting outside the front door and when you finally sent him the arrival text he practically flew off his bed and down the hall. the boys were all having a relaxing drink on the back balcony which gave him a few moments to sneak you into the house and down the hall. he opened the door and pulled you into a deep kiss as soon as you locked eyes.

once he pulled away he smiled at you for a few moments, a little dazed as you smiled back. “oh!” he jumped after realizing he needed to get you to his room. he grabbed your wrist gently and began pulling you after him. “the boys are on the balcony, so just be really quiet and we should be able to sneak past unnoticed.”

you giggled, jogging after him through the kitchen as he tried to keep from stepping on any loose floorboards that would end up creaking and alerting his hyungs. “okay, okay slow down my legs aren’t as long as yours.”

“sorry jagi, just hurry up!” he laughed as quietly as possible as you both successfully crept around the corner and slipped into his room unnoticed.

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