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untaemedqueen · 3 years

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Third Wheeling

CEO!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 29.

Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage, Love

Warnings For This Chapter: Pre-Wedding Jitters, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, Fingering, Praise, Lactation Kink, Milk Drinking, Pregnancy Kink, Wife Kink, Glazed Donut!OC

A/N: Today’s chapter is late because I’ve been busy playing New Pokemon Snap... sry. Shout out to @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia and @ppersonna because I’d be lost without them.

There are undoubtedly many events in life that make a person nervous -- your first day of high school and college, your first kiss, your first sexual experience, and for some even your first phone call you give to your doctor when you're no longer under your parents protection. But no one -- not a single person, told you how nervous your wedding day is.

Maybe it's the amount of people that are attending. Two hundred is no small number.

Or maybe it's the fact that with your belly sticking out so far you can barely see your feet makes you feel like you'll be judged.

Whatever it is, the feeling fucking sucks.

You've seen so many movies where the woman who is getting married is all laughs and smiles, giving cheers to anyone and everyone because it's her wedding day. But now, you can officially say it's bullshit.

The best part is, it isn't even today, it's tomorrow and you still are frightened to the bone at the thought.

"-And I mean, yeah. Fine. We chose the taupe napkins but who the fuck is Aubrey to say anything, y'know? Like she knows her colors… Evil witch. I swear I don't know how she passed kindergarten!"

Leena's rant drifts through your ears like a soft breeze. You haven't been paying attention for a while, if you're being honest.

"Y/N? Are you listening to me?!" Leena gawks, grabbing her glass of champagne from Taehyung's hand.

Again, you're caught up in your own mind. You play every scenario of how tomorrow will be and they all seem to be terrible ideas.

What if you trip walking down the aisle?

What if your heel snaps on the way up?

What if your water breaks in front of two hundred people?

What if-

A small square of balsamic bruschetta appears in front of your face and your eyes narrow at the piece of bread.

You feel your soon-to-be husband's fingers pushing back some stray hairs behind your ear. "Food for thought?" he quips happily.

He has not had a frown on his face in what seems like forever. You adore it, you really do. But how can he not be nervous? Your heart is practically thrumming out of your chest.

"Open," he whispers.

Reluctantly, you open your mouth for the appetizer. When he leans in, you look back down at your lap.

"I can see your heart racing through the artery in your neck," he murmurs against your ear.

His hand squeezes your knee under the table reassuringly as he pulls away.

Yoongi wants to pry, he wants to ask you what's got you so in your own head but there are a few too many people here for that.

"Noona, you're an amazing cook." Jeongguk whines, grabbing another piece of steak off the platter.

"You're actually disgusting." Jimin breathes, wrinkling his nose at the youngest's third steak.

"I need my meat, that's how I win in the ring. Gets me all big and strong." Guk beams, cutting into the large t-bone.

"That's what she said!" Hoseok and Taehyung chirp at the same time.

You watch as they high five each other with child-like smiles plastered onto their faces.

"Are you tired? Do you want to call it a night?" your fiance inquires softly, turning his whole body towards you so the rest of the room can't hear him.

You would never want to take away from the festivities. It's just that your stupid anxiety is overwhelming. Looking over at your handsome partner, your fingers intertwine with his. He's quick to kiss the back of your hand, searching your eyes for some sort of hint as to why you're so down.

"No. I'm fine. I'm sorry." you reply, giving him a small smile.

His eyes narrow at your smile and he takes a sharp breath through his teeth in confusion.

"Al...right, if you say so." he says unsurely, running your intertwined hands over your belly.

"Y/N!" Leena whines from across the table and this time you give her your full attention.

You need to try and push this anxiousness elsewhere even for a little while. You will not be a horrible host.

"Yes Beena," you inquire, leaning your chin on your hand.

"Did you hear me? Did you hear what Kim Aubrey said about my wedding planning skills?!" she screeches.

You can only snort as all eyes around the table land on you. "I don't know why you indulge her. Isn't she the one that shit her pants in chemistry when she was fifteen?"

Yoongi laughs loudly, throwing his head back and placing his hand on his chest.

"Actually yeah, she sat two rows behind me!" Namjoon chimes in with wide eyes. His nose wrinkles at the sudden memory and you don't blame him as he pushes his plate away in a sudden state of queasiness.

"So I don't suck at wedding planning?" your best friend pouts across the long table to you.

"Absolutely not." you insist, winking at her.

"This wedding is going to be the biggest event of the entire year. Maybe even the biggest event of the next ten years." Anna, Jimin's wife cheers.

Oh.

Good.

Love that.

"Well, I think we just want people to have a good time. We aren't worried about what impact it will have." Yoongi says quickly, caressing his thumb over the back of your hand to calm you down.

He's not dumb. He's figured it out by now, but he'll still want to hear it from your lips later on.

"Yeah right. 'Min Yoongi and his artistically talented fiance WOW people with their show stopping matrimony' is gonna be on the cover of Dispatch in two days." Hoseok murmurs.

"Oh yeah? And you're gonna be the one giving them the hot scoop, then?" Namjoon jeers, pointing his index finger over the lip of his glass of brandy at the handsome man.

Hobi sneers in his direction and Yoongi can only respond with a chuckle.

"My fiance is pretty show stopping." the CEO surmises, leaning back in his chair.

"Please. I'm eating. Christ." Leena groans through a mouthful of pasta.

It is nice to have so many close friends around tonight though. You hope it can distract you long enough for the nervousness brewing and bubbling inside of you to subside.

When conversations begin to break up and become between smaller groups of people, you can feel his eyes on you like a heat source.

"Little dove?" Yoongi coos softly, rubbing your distended side.

You hum to him, turning to give him your full attention.

"Tomorrow is going to be beautiful and perfect." he promises, tilting your chin up with his index finger.

"No, I know. I'm just-"

"Worried." he finishes for you and he's not surprised to see your reluctant nod of agreement.

"I know. I'm nervous too." he admits, kissing your cheek.

"You've already gotten married before," you scoff, allowing his arm to curl around your shoulders.

"Actually I was black out drunk and can't remember a single thing because I was venomously angry with the dumb bitch that ruined my life before you." he replies with a wide smile.

"Oh. Good." you reply, rolling your eyes at his playfulness.

"So this is my first real wedding too. And even though I'm nervous, I'm excited. Because then when the wedding is over and we get to our honeymoon-"

"Uh uh." you gasp, smushing your finger to his lips.

He pouts against your finger, kissing it softly. "What?" he garbles against your digit.

"We have company." you whisper fiercely.

"Didn't stop you a few days ago when you sucked my cock beneath the desk upstairs while I was on a video meeting." he deadpans, pulling your hand away from his face.

"Yoongi!" you gasp, glancing over the table who hasn't heard a single thing.

You'd like to keep it that way.

"I can't wait to fuck your little pregnant cunt as you're Mrs. Min Yoongi." he beams, kissing your temple.

You can feel your cheeks flushing with embarrassment and you can only blame the man beside you for that one.

When you smack his chest out of shame, the noise echoes throughout the room, earning attention from all of the guests.

"Abuse is not nice, Y/N. Do you want to file a lawsuit, Yoongi?" Yoona quips, sticking her tongue out at you.

The CEO chuckles, squeezing your shoulder with glee. "No, she couldn't handle my lawyers." he bubbles.

"Oh yeah, you know you aren't supposed to sleep with each other tonight, right?" Leena inquires, moving her fork between the both of you.

The cackle Yoongi gives is loud and absurd, much like your best friend's comment. "I can't do anything to her she doesn't have proof of." he banters, pointing at your large belly.

Leena scoffs, pointing down at her plate. "Again. Eating. Gross." she enunciates, pouring herself another glass of expensive champagne.

Jimin's laugh rings throughout the dining room and Yoongi knows that he's the only person who could truly understand him in that moment.

"Why do people do that dumb tradition anyway?" Jeongguk asks, finally finishing his food.

"It actually comes from arranged marriages. When people didn't know who they were marrying." Yoona informs him.

"Fuck that luck shit. That's the saying, isn't it? 'It's bad luck to see the bride' or something like that." Hoseok breathes.

"I think I'm lucky," Yoongi, Namjoon and Jimin reply all at once.

Your best friend takes the opportunity to sneer at her boyfriend and you can't help but giggle at his hopeless expression. "You know I love you, baby." Taehyung coos, sliding his arm over her shoulders.

"Mhm." she drolls, rolling her eyes when both of you look at one another.

"What's for dessert?" Jeongguk asks pleasantly, tying his long black hair up into a ponytail.

"Are you serious? You're not full?" Namjoon gawks at the boxer.

"I was saving room for dessert!" he beams, looking over at you expectantly.

Jeongguk is sweet, sweeter than most younger men you've ever met. He feels something akin to a little brother to you at this point and it's wonderful to see that even if you're rich you can still have manners.

"I made just a simple cobbler, since the wedding cake tomorrow is going to be super heavy and rich." you announce.

Yoongi shoves his chair back, holding out his hand to help you up like the gentleman he is.

He watches you carefully sprinkle powdered sugar atop the dessert with warm eyes.

You don't know how difficult it's going to be walking up that aisle tomorrow, but you do know that your ankles are going to be on fire. They already are.

He picks up the ceramic dish for you, nodding to the chair for you to sit back down and your heart warms for what feels like the billionth time today.

He's such a special person.

"Yoongi is really cool these days, huh?" Jimin jeers, elbowing your fiance when he steps between him and Jeongguk to place the dessert onto the table.

"I've always been cool," he counters, nudging the younger man back

"Well…" Jeongguk and Taehyung droll at the same time.

"Whatever," the CEO breathes, rolling his eyes.

Your giggle seems to light up the room as well as Yoongi's heart. Slamming down in his chair beside you, he can't help the glee that courses through him.

He can't wait for tomorrow.

Climbing into bed, you let the mattress mold to your body and it feels like heaven to be finally laying down, your body certainly thanks you for it.

Yoongi leans against the wall, watching as you sigh happily. "I can just come to bed y'know? I don't need to stay up and hang out." he offers, padding towards you.

"No, that wouldn't be fair. It's your bachelor party. You should be able to play poker and drink." you reply, cupping your stomach.

His eyes drift over you and you can see how soft his expression is in the dim lighting. "You got out of your bachelorette party," he adds, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I have a reason. I'm pregnant." you deadpan, lifting your head to look at him.

"With my baby," he coos, stretching up the bed to lay down beside you.

"Don't get comfy." you warn him, running your fingers over his clothed chest.

"I'm not, I'll just stay until you fall asleep." he promises, kissing your forehead.

His hand drifts over your stomach and the tiny kick he feels makes his heart beat faster. "Hey, kid. How you doin' in there?" he whispers, running his thumb over the spot his son just hit.

You hum gently, letting your eyes flutter closed.

"I'm so tired but I'm so nervous." you announce in the quiet room.

Your fiance looks away from your belly to look over at you. "It's okay to be nervous, but don't let it supersede your happiness for tomorrow either."

You nod gently, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I just have so many scenarios going through my head."

"And none of them are nice, I'm sure." he replies, booping your nose with his index finger.

Scoffing in agreement, you bury your face into his sweet smelling neck.

"I can make you cum, it might make you sleepy," he offers.

"I can't return the favor though, I'm too tired. It'll be unfair," you whine.

When he clicks his teeth, you only hold him tighter to your body.

"I don't need you to 'return the favor' when you love someone as much as I love you, you'd do anything to see them comfortable." he replies, kissing the top of your head.

"They're waiting for you downstairs." you remind him.

"Let them wait. You come first," he breathes, running the tips of his fingers over your soft inner thighs.

You whine in disagreement but your body betrays you naturally. Your legs spread wider and your breath hitches, your lips softly suckle on the thin skin of his neck waiting patiently for what he will do next.

"Your skin is so soft," he whispers, tugging the seat of your panties to the side.

He pulls away from you just far enough to be able to see how well he pleases you and he's already aroused at the sight.

Your eyes are low with lust, bottom lip clamped between your teeth. Your nipples are stiff peaks, straining against the grey silk nightgown you adorn. He can see the grey fabric becoming darker with each passing second as you bead milk.

"God," he groans, parting your lower lips.

"Tomorrow when we fly to Japan, I'm gonna fuck you in every way you could possibly think of." he promises, running his middle finger through your arousal.

"H-How?" you inquire curiously, gasping when he taps the pad of his finger to your clit.

His lips part and his teeth clamp down on one of the cups of your nightgown before pulling down harshly.

You whimper at the chilly air that glides over your now exposed skin.

He lays soft, hot opened mouthed kisses to your nipple, watching your eyebrows furrow in pleasure.

"How am I going to fuck you?" he prods.

You nod fervently, capturing your index finger between your teeth.

"Well," he begins, drawing smooth, slow circles to your swelling clit, "I'll start on the red eye. I'll take you back to the bedroom and take off that pretty wedding dress you'll be wearing just for me."

"Daddy," you whimper, spreading your legs wider for more.

He hums in agreement, pulling off your underwear to free you completely before him.

"I'm gonna make sure the whole crew of my plane knows you're getting fucked by your husband. Gonna have you screaming my name while I fuck your tight little pussy with my thick cock." he avows, kissing over your shoulder.

His words send shivers up your spine and your toes curl with excitement.

"Fuck," you whimper, grinding your hips down onto his hand.

"Gonna hold your big belly in my hands while I fuck you from behind. Let your milk drip all over the sheets of the bed on the plane. You're gonna beg me to go harder, to fill your dirty pregnant cunt full of my cum. I'm gonna make you feel so good, you aren't even going to care that everyone can hear you calling me daddy."

Shoving two fingers inside of you, he skillfully taps the soft patch of nerves within you and your brain is already firing on all cylinders to cum for him. His thumb begins to press harder circles into your clit and when you cup your belly, his eyes roll back at the sight.

"Gonna get you to the secluded hotel and fuck you out on the balcony, in the bath tub, on the bed, anywhere I can get my hands on you. Because I need you wrapped around me. Always." he murmurs into your ear.

"Shit!" you cry out, letting your head loll back to the pillow.

"Good girl, little dove." he praises, unbuttoning his pants for relief.

The head of his cock peeks out from the lip of his briefs and you whimper at the pearl of precum that beads at the tip.

"You're so beautiful," he breathes, kissing from your collarbone to your pert nipple.

When he suckles softly, your hips lift at the erotocism. He moans at the taste of your milk and his hand ghosts over his hard cock.

"Daddy," you cry out, starting to shake from the overwhelming pleasure.

Sitting up on his knees, he shoves his pants down further. He parts your legs wider and he doesn't seem to care that all of his friends are waiting patiently for him downstairs.

His cock ruts between your folds and you're ever so close to cumming with every swipe the head of his cock brushes against your clit.

"So warm," he murmurs, purchasing his bottom lip between his teeth.

Your moans begin to get louder and he knows you're so close to releasing your pleasure.

"That's it baby, you're so close." Yoongi notices, running his hands over your stomach.

"O-Oh my God!" you cry out, grabbing his hands over your belly.

"I know, little dove. Feels good, huh?" he coos.

You're so obscenely wet, that even without him being inside you he's finding himself close to his own end.

It's just you in general, you overstimulate him in ways he can barely understand.

"Daddy, I'm gonna cum." you bleat, gripping his hands harder.

"Cum for me, little dove. I want to see your pretty face when you cum for me." he begs, rutting his hips harder against your core.

You do as told, cumming for him with white spotted eyes and loud sobs of pleasure.

"Good girl," he praises, pulling away from your weeping pussy.

He fists his cock in hand, dragging the swollen, leaking tip over your belly. "Such a pretty woman I have beneath me. Fuck," he curses, jerking his hand faster.

Even as tiredness begins to shroud you, you want him to orgasm too. "Daddy, cum all over my belly. Want to feel your warm cum."

He takes a sharp breath between his teeth, his eyes snapping to yours.

When you palm your breasts, his eyes immediately falter to them. You pinch your nipples purposefully, earning droplets of milk that stream slowly over your digits.

"Oh fuck!" he gasps loudly, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

"Want your cum so badly," you whimper, looking up at him with doe-like eyes.

"Yeah? You want me to cum all over your belly?" he prods, feeling his balls tightening.

You nod fervently, leaving your breasts to rub circles to your distended skin.

"Fuck!" he curses, squeezing his eyes shut as his orgasm courses through him. His cock throbs and stutters in his hand and you hum with satisfaction when you feel his warm cum land on your belly.

"God, you're too sexy for your own good." the father of your child jeers, sitting back on the heels of his feet.

You find yourself giving a tired giggle and your eyelids slowly begin to shield your eyes from view.

"Good girl." he whispers softly, hopping off the bed to clean your stomach.

When he comes back with a wet towel, he can see that you're already fast asleep. He's happy knowing that you'll be able to sleep even if it's only for a few hours.

He can understand your worries and your fears but he wants you to be able to enjoy your wedding too.

Kissing your forehead as he cleans your belly, he sighs softly. "My wife," he breathes, closing his eyes.

"I'll be back later, my love." he promises, tossing the rag back into the bathroom.

Yoongi covers your naked body with the comforter and his heart is thudding in the recesses of his chest with joy.

Just a few more hours and you'll be legally his.

"Remind me why we're playing poker the night before your wedding instead of going out?" Taehyung asks, throwing chips into the center of the green felted table.

"Because there's no pregnant strippers around these parts," Jimin jeers, picking up his beer.

Yoongi sneers at the younger man beside him, elbowing him almost out of embarrassment.

"What? If I could go see a pregnant strip show, believe me, I would."

"We know." everyone replies, rolling their eyes.

"Last time you had a bachelor party, man, that shit was fun." the hotel CEO recalls.

"You had fun." Yoongi reminds him, ashing his cigar.

"Also, aren't you completely smitten with Leena anyway? You want her to have your baby." Namjoon prods, placing his cards down on the table.

Taehyung smirks at his comment, leaning back into his chair and slinging his arm over the lip. "Oh, I'm very happy. She's everything I could possibly want." he affirms, smiling to himself.

"Then why do you want to go to a strip club?" Hoseok adds, throwing chips onto the table.

"Because I like tits. Jesus Christ, just crucify me why don't you!" Tae replies appalled.

Yoongi snorts loudly, clamping his teeth down on his cigar.

He wonders if you're okay, if you've woken up in the past few hours due to his son being so active.

His fingers flex uncomfortably and he's still surprised how much his life has changed in such a small amount of time. He's gone from being a violent, sadistic, narcissistic asshole to being a needy, loving and adoring man. And that's all thanks to you.

You've completely changed the pattern of his DNA and he could never appreciate you as much as you deserve.

"You excited for tomorrow, hyung?" Guk's voice pulls him from his thoughts and he smirks at the younger man.

"Very excited but very nervous." he admits to his group of friends.

"I remember the night of his other wedding. He was so fucking drunk he could barely stand up on his own." Jimin recalls with a laugh.

"I had to hold him up with my shoulder from behind so he didn’t fall backwards." Namjoon adds with a sharp laugh.

Yoongi smirks to himself, looking down at his pocket which holds his wallet. "Well, I'm just glad we don't have to have a repeat of that horrible day again."

"You got lucky dude, not many people find their soulmate when they were an asshole like you were." Hoseok says, pointing at the Kisung CEO.

His sneer is terrifying but probably only to himself as the other men laugh at Hobi's words.

"Y/N completely made him do a 180." Joon concurs.

"I like Y/N noona a lot. She fits in well and she's always optimistic and sweet. We needed someone like her in our lives." Guk beams and your soon-to-be husband seems to glow in their praise.

He loves hearing his friends talk so highly of you. He loves knowing that you're loved for being yourself, especially because you don't know it very often.

He can remember when he first met you, in the back of Seokjin's club. You were sweet and kind but a smart ass and cheeky at the same time. You intrigued him on so many levels and he can remember how badly he wanted to destroy you. But he never would have expected to fall in love with you as earnestly as he has.

And he wouldn't change it for anything in the universe.

"Leena has been putting in so much work for this wedding, you would think it's hers." Taehyung laughs, pulling Yoongi out of his reverie.

"And when are you getting married to her then?" the Kisung CEO inquires, ashing his cigar.

The question seems to stupify the handsome hotel owner, he stutters and shifts awkwardly in his seat trying to reply to the sudden question.

"Jesus, you broke him!" Jimin laughs, clapping his best friend on the back.

Taehyung's cheeks burn bright red and his hand immediately cups the back of his neck out of embarrassment. "I mean I bought a ring. I just haven't thought of anything romantic to y'know… ask her."

Beer goes flying out of Jimin's mouth and the sneer Yoongi gives makes him want to die on the spot.

"Jimin. You're paying for the new felt, you fucking animal." Yoongi gripes, watching Namjoon and Hoseok heartily laugh at the younger man.

"That'll be great! Leena noona is really nice!" Jeongguk cheers, hugging Taehyung happily.

"Thanks…" Tae breathes embarrassed.

Yoongi winks at him and he isn't surprised in the slightest, he knows just how smitten the man is with your best friend.

"Yoongi?"

The voice is gentle and tired. In an instant he's burning out his cigar and waving the smoke away.

"Yeah, baby?" he calls to you, disregarding the others in the library.

"Just checking to see if you were all still here," you murmur, stepping into the library doorway.

You're beautiful in the dim glow of the library's lights and the smile that spreads over his face is heart shatteringly perfect.

"Still here." he beams, padding over to you.

"Okay." you bleat, rubbing your sleep hooded eyes.

"What're you doing up, my dove? You must be so tired." he inquires, pushing hair back behind your ear.

"I'm thirsty. Wanted water." you chirp, pressing your forehead into his chest.

"Okay. Get your water and I'll be up in a few minutes. Alright?" he promises, tipping your chin up with his index finger.

You hum in agreement, starting to yawn.

He chuckles at your sleepy state, kissing your forehead. He pats your backside for good measure before turning to his friends that are seated around the poker table.

"I think it's time to get some rest before the big day tomorrow."

The guys hum in agreement, tossing down their cards and standing up.

"Tomorrow's gonna be great, man. I'm really happy for you." Joon whispers, patting his shoulder as he heads out first.

Yoongi can only agree with a wide smile.

Tomorrow is the start to the rest of his life. And it's perfect, just like you.

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Roommates Part 3: KO

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: drunk reader, Santiago is a bad influence, drink responsibly kids! That’s all I think?

A/N: I know it’s been a long wait but the next part is finally here! Thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy it!

<– previous chapter | Roommates | next chapter –>

Frankie had been gone for a while. He had excused himself to go to the bathroom almost twenty minutes ago and Benny was bound to go on soon. You didn’t want him to miss the fight and get in trouble is what you’d excused the nag in your gut urging you to seek him out as when you were about to go looking for him. You knew he would get an earful if he missed even a second because you were the one in the hot seat last time when you missed a whole fight after being called into work last minute.

Pope seemed to find you first, shoving a drink in your hand as you peered over his shoulder, expecting Frankie to be close in tow. “You don’t have to sound quite so disappointed you got me instead.” Santiago teased you when you not so subtly asked where he was.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” You assured him with a roll of your eyes, giving him a nudge to the shoulder and a thank you for the drink. But if you were being honest, you’d been with Pope all day and had hardly seen Frankie all week. You were beginning to wonder if something was wrong. “He’s right over there. Ran into an old high school classmate and they’re catching up by the bar.” Santiago said with a directed nod of his head and you followed his line of sight over to where you could see the familiar silhouette, corduroy jacket and baseball cap and all, stooped a little with his arms folded over his chest and talking to some woman you’d never seen before.

You weren’t sure what the feeling that twisted in your stomach was or why it decided to rear its head right now but you found yourself feeling slightly defensive when you turned back to Santiago with eyebrows raised. For some reason, you hadn’t been expecting a she and you couldn’t tell why that threw you off so much. Frankie could talk to whoever he pleased, it was none of your business but you still found yourself downing just about half your drink in one go to try and drown whatever feeling it was that had begun growing in your belly.

“That was fast.” Santiago remarked, giving you a skeptical look as he glanced between you and the almost empty cup in your hand, “You alright?” He asked.

“Yeah, fine! It’s just been a while since I let loose. Thought I might let myself have some fun tonight.” You shrugged.

He glanced back up in Frankie’s direction and eyed you for a second, taking a moment to consider it, “Can’t argue with that,” he nodded before downing his own drink as though it were a challenge.

You had lost track of how many beers you and Santiago had snuck behind Will’s back who was too busy to play baby sitter tonight as he usually did. Drinking with him had certainly done its job to distract you. You had almost forgotten all about the fact that your best friend had decided to spend the evening talking to some stranger instead of you. God what had gotten into you? You were not the jealous type and you didn’t like how it felt-

Thud.

You didn’t have time to consider that thought any further before you had run straight into the man of the hour himself on your way back from the bar.

“Shit, sorry- Oh hey!” You exclaimed, having miraculously avoiding throwing your drinks all over both of you with those dumb plastic cups they gave you here.

“Woah, you alright there?” Frankie asks, throwing an arm out to stabilize you. “I swear, I left you alone for ten min- okay an hour and a half and- how many of those have you had?” He asks, noticing the slight wobble to your balance and slur to your speech as you introduced yourself and shook the hand of the woman he had been talking to.

“Uhhh good question,” you ponder for a moment before shrugging “Santi and I found out that if you’re a girl alone at an MMA fight you can get a lot of free drinks so we’ve made it our mission to find out exactly how many.” You explain, shooting a wink and a slight salute over to Pope who was still standing, waiting by your seats.

“And have you gotten an answer yet?” Frankie asks, slightly amused but also positive that he would be making sure this was your last drink of the night when you stumbled slightly over nothing and he had to wrap an arm around you for support.

“It appears there is no limit.” You say proudly, missing the fond look in his eye when he shakes his head with a soft and slightly disbelieving smile.

“Cheryl, this is my uh, roommate.” Frankie says gesturing towards you.

“What, are you embarrassed of me or something’? I’d say we’re a little bit more than that.” You interject. You had meant friends but from the look on her face she appeared to have taken it another way and for some reason or another you felt no need to correct her.

“Oh well uh, it’s nice to meet you.” She says politely although clearly thrown slightly by your quite obvious inebriation.

“Nice to meet you too, Carol!” You declare happily and you mean it, it’s interesting to see the kinds of people Frankie went to high school with but you really weren’t in much state to be particularly conversational at the moment.

“From Red Feather Lakes, Colorado, standing six foot three, weighing in at a hundred and ninety five pounds, I bring you… Ben Miller!” The announcer blares over the booming speakers, pulling you from your conversation. You and Frankie are quick to give Benny your support, you perhaps a little more enthusiastically in your less inhibited state as he and Will walked into the arena and the crowd roared to life.

“Well we should get back. I’ll never hear the end of it if I miss any of this and I’ve gotta make sure these two don’t get into any more trouble,” Frankie explains, “But it was nice catching up with you.” He says and Carol- Cheryl? One of those- nods.

“Yeah, I hope to see you around again sometime.” She says. She’s hardly turned to walk away before you’re wiggling your eyebrows suggestively at Frankie on your way over to Pope and Will.

“You realize she was hitting on you, right?” You asked when Frankie turned back to you, a teasing smile on your lips despite the rising feeling of inadequacy you felt from having stood within a two-meter radius of the gorgeous woman.

“What? No! She was just-” Frankie cuts himself off after considering it for a moment. “...huh.” He says, eyebrows rising in slight surprise when he looks over his shoulder at the woman who he had already lost in the throngs of people. “I’m sure she was just being polite.”

“You’re too hard on yourself! She was checking you out!” You exclaim defensively, more for his own self esteem than anything else.

“...Me?” He gives you a skeptical look.

“Yeah, why not you? You’ve got this sort of je ne ce quoi about you. The ladies dig it.” You say with a goofy grin and Frankie can’t help but burst out laughing.

“That so? What about you?” He asks. For a millisecond your heart stops in your chest. Could he read your mind? Did he know about the thoughts that had just slipped to the forefront? The jealousy? The little bit of longing? It was the alcohol talking you were sure. You would never want to jeopardize your friendship by allowing yourself to picture him as anything more than that but for a flash of a second it hadn’t seemed like such a bad idea.

“Oh, I dig it too.” You say, nudging him in the gut teasingly. What you didn’t see was the way Frankie’s breath had hitched at the slightest inkling of you expressing interest in him, even if he knew you were just joking around. “I bet if you asked you could get her number.” You say and he’s snapped quite violently out of his trance.

He didn’t want her number. He wanted you.

“Nah, she’s not really my type.” Is the response he settles for, his attention resettling on the fight in an attempt to drown out the feeling of disappointment he wasn’t sure he knew how to hide. He knew it wasn’t fair on you but the slightest hint of jealousy might have been nice to hear and instead you were giving him a rousing endorsement to go after someone he didn’t even like all that much.

“Are you kidding? Pardon the pun, but she was a knockout!” You exclaim just in time to watch Benny take a rather jarring blow to the jaw.

“Meh,” Frankie shrugs and you can’t help the yelp of surprise that escapes you.

“If she’s ‘meh’ then what am I?” You exclaim and Frankie’s jaw just about hits the ground at the fact that you could even think to ask him such a question. You were just about perfect to him in every way imaginable.

He doesn’t get the chance to tell you when the crowd roars to life as Benny finds himself making a comeback and you’re practically jumping out of your seat to bolster your support for your friend.

“You should go get her number.” You suggest when you sit back down, a little confused as to why. Perhaps you were overcompensating for your wave of jealousy earlier but there was still something in you screaming for you to stop acting like you were so okay with it. Because if the way you had reacted earlier and your current state of inebriation was any inclination, you clearly weren’t, but your mind was in no place to put those pieces together at the moment.

“Why is everyone trying to set me up all of a sudden?” Frankie scoffs playfully trying to shrug off your suggestion. “First Pope, now you,” He stops himself hoping you haven’t realized he’s probably said too much.

“Who was Santiago trying to set you up with?” You ask. Just the question he didn’t want to answer, especially not right now, not like this. He’s quite literally saved by the bell announcing the end of the match and when you look up Benny’s opponent is unconscious in front of him. A KO and you’d both missed it. You wouldn’t be getting out of that one too easily. You’re whisked away in post win festivities before you can even think to get an answer from Frankie.

He thinks you’ve forgotten about the conversation completely until he’s gotten you and Pope both wrangled into the car on your way back to the apartment and you pipe up from where he thought you had passed out the moment he had you strapped in.

“So what’s Francisco Morales’ type?” you ask groggily, clearly not ready to give him a break yet and he laughs as he peers into the rearview to make sure Pope is still asleep before he even considers giving you an answer.

“What makes you think I have a type?” He counters fruitlessly in hopes that he can at least attempt finding a suitable answer.

“Well you said Carol-”

“Cheryl-”

“-wasn’t your type so I’m assuming that means you have a type.” You prod him, your eyes still shut as you leaned back in the passenger seat.

“Well… I’d say my type would be someone who is smart, funny, supportive, all those wonderful things,” He explains, feeling a little more at ease when he looks over to see your breaths have shallowed slightly and your head has lulled against the window. “Has a good sense of humour, makes me smile, is fiercely loyal to her friends,” he goes on, “can be a complete dork if she wants to be, has no idea how beautiful she is,” he adds “and has me completely and utterly wrapped around her finger.” He mutters to himself when he looks back up at the road with a sigh.

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dreamyyang · 3 years

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summary: you made taeil’s undead heart soar and he was absolutely addicted to the feeling.

pairing(s): yandere!zombie!moon taeil x reader | kim doyoung x reader

warning(s): swearing, obsessive behaviour, mentions of blood, gore (kind of..?), minor character death, cannibalism, non con (taeil forcefully kisses the reader)

word count: 2.6k words

a/n: this is pretty heavy stuff so if any of the aforementioned content triggers you, do not read. please note that I do not condone taeil’s behaviour and that this is purely a work of fiction. my fic is not an accurate representation of taeil’s actual personality.

part of @127-mile’s addiction collab

emotions were as foreign to moon taeil as brains and human flesh once were. while he doesn’t mind either of them, they were just very hard to come by. that changed when he got a job at the qian family’s mortuary, courtesy of qian kun, a mutual friend. johnny had already explained taeil’s special situation to kun, who agreed to give taeil access to the bodies so long as he worked as kun’s assistant. it was an excellent arrangement for both men - taeil could finally eat some proper food while kun finally had help. for obvious reasons, not many people were willing to work at a morgue, especially for such low wages.

taeil managed to ease himself into a routine of work, brains, sleep then repeat. while many people would eventually go insane from being constantly surrounded by cold, still bodies, taeil couldn’t care less. a zombie couldn’t ask for a better arrangement. while he did not experience emotions, he still felt a semblance of peace.

at least, that was before you showed up, completely unannounced. of course, your arrival wasn’t completely random, kun did warn taeil that his cousin was coming home after getting their phd, but you weren’t what taeil expected. he had this mental image of you being stoic and reserved. he thought you’d briefly acknowledge him with a slight nod while visiting your cousin and that would be it. imagine his surprise when he came to work and was greeted by a smile brighter than the sun. you were like the human embodiment of a meadow of flowers in the summer - warm, wonderful and welcoming. hell, you even smelled like flowers.

suddenly, his daily routine was ruined.

most mornings, you would meet him at the mortuary, looking as fresh as a daisy, and hand him an equally fresh box of baked goods from the bakery next to your clinic. if it was a slow morning, and it usually was, you would make small talk with him while kun went over the day’s plans in his office. he began to cherish those morning conversations with you and his undead heart would sink when the clock struck nine and it was time for you to hug him and kun goodbye. from then on, he was usually in a sour mood for the rest of the day, not humouring the silly jokes kun made as they worked. he would get off work with a dull ache in his heart if you weren’t there to pick kun up or offer to take them out for drinks.

this abrupt change frightened taeil more than anything. why was he suddenly experiencing these strange feelings? he hated it. every day, he was going through a rollercoaster of emotions that would be decided by whether or not he saw his boss’ cousin. it was so absurd. in the past five years of him being a zombie, he hadn’t felt such extreme emotions before. they all felt so...so human.

when he consulted johnny about these strange occurrences, his friend began to howl with laughter, “dude, it’s so obvious!”

taeil glared at johnny, “care to explain what exactly is so obvious?”

“you like y/n. why else would you be constantly pining for them?”

taeil scoffed. johnny must have smoked something because there was no way he liked you. at best, he had known you for three months and it isn’t like you regularly spent time together. plus, you were related to his boss. johnny had no idea what he was talking about, he was full of shit.

“that’s bullshit. I don’t buy it,” taeil shook his head, leaning back in his chair.

“no I swear, it’s true! we drove past this factory and they were just beheading these chickens out in the open,” you sighed. “anyway, the sight was so sickening, I’ve never looked at meat the same way since.”

“yet you decided to be a thoracic surgeon.”

you shrugged, “yeah but operating on people and eating meat are two different things. I don’t mind looking at flesh and blood but the thought of eating any makes me sick.”

taeil silently thanked you as you made that statement. ever since johnny had suggested that taeil liked you, he’d been searching for reasons not to like you. and of course, there’s no way he could like you if you were a vegetarian. you would be absolutely disgusted if you knew what his main diet consisted of. yet, every now and then, he felt his mind drifting away to a different mental list - a list of the things he liked about you.

he liked how you would come up with the most absurd conversation starters, just to make him crack a smile. he liked how your hugs were warm and comfortable. he was even beginning to like the fuzzy feeling that would envelop his heart whenever he was around you. you made him giddy and lovesick and eventually, he didn’t mind anymore. being around you all the time forced him to accept that he had very strong feelings for you. in fact, he was certain that even as a human, he had never had feelings this intense. there was just something special about you that had him feeling some sort of way. normally, he would have been afraid of how you controlled your heart but now? he was in too deep to care.

he decided it was better for him to just accept the fact that he loved you. why try to fight it? it was highly unlikely that he would feel this way about anyone ever again. he had to hold onto you, he would be insane to let you go.

finally, he plucked up the courage to confess to you. he was falling for you more and more every single day, and not being with you was slowly killing him. he decided to surprise you at the clinic where you worked with a bouquet of your favourite flowers. he planned to treat you to lunch at a romantic café then confess to you while walking you back to the clinic. he had rehearsed the little speech he wanted to give over twenty times with johnny, who repeatedly assured him that everything would go well.

it did not go well.

taeil was greeted by a unpleasant surprise when he reached the entrance of the clinic. there you stood, his beloved y/n, in another man’s arms. taeil watched, horrified, as the man placed a soft kiss on your lips. you looked so happy with him and it broke taeil’s heart. he felt awful as he watched you smile at the man. that same wonderful smile that he wished was for his eyes only. it felt like a cruel joke to have your laughter fill his ears as tears pricked his eyes. taeil was glad that nobody was paying attention to him as hot tears stained his cheeks. he couldn’t have gotten away sooner, pushing past the people on the street to go home.

he quickly texted an excuse to kun about how he felt sick and would be gone for the rest of the day. it wasn’t exactly a lie - he did feel sick and every time he thought about you and the stranger, it only got worse. he ripped up the bouquet and the plastic that had been wrapped around their stems, screaming as he did it. pain bled into fury as he destroyed the beautiful flowers. he was unbelievably angry and wouldn’t stop until every last petal had been snatched from the base and scattered on the floor. he was blinded by rage as he made a mess of his apartment floor. finally, the bouquet had been completely ripped apart and tears cleared taeil’s vision.

he dropped to the floor, feeling miserable as he stared at the mess, tears streaking down his face. he loved you so much, but someone had stolen you away. how dare that asshole? you were supposed to be taeil’s, how could he just come between the two of you like that? how incredibly selfish of him. taeil had to get rid of him, as soon as possible. the more time you spend with that jerk, the more he’ll ruin you. taeil scowled at the memory of the two of you kissing. he will pay.

it was decided. taeil was going to make you his, one way or another. whether you liked it or not.

“I hate this, taeil.”

taeil nodded, feigning sympathy as you pouted and continued to complain, “doyoung’s been so busy the past week that he hasn’t been able to call me even once. he just sends brief texts… I really miss him.”

“that sucks, y/n, but you know, it’s a very demanding job.”

“yeah I know…but would it kill him to at least call to say good night?” you sighed, sipping your tea. “whatever. thank you so much for listening to my rant, taeil, I really appreciate it. you’re an awesome friend.”

the word stung, but taeil tried not to show it as he smiled and promised you that he didn’t mind. which was half true. taeil could never get tired of listening to you talk about any topic but one - kim doyoung, your boyfriend. it didn’t really matter, though. soon, taeil would make sure that you would forget all about that piece of shit. soon, moon taeil would be the only thing on your mind, just like how you were the only thing on his min

but first he had to punish you. you deserved it. if you hadn’t gone and dated another man, he wouldn’t have considered such a thing. you needed to be disciplined. you belonged to taeil and he was going to make sure that you remembered that fact. so he sat there in front of you, politely nodding as you vented about your boyfriend, and tried to think of a suitable punishment.

“I know I’m complaining about him a lot, but I really like doyoung,” you laughed. “even though he took me to a barbecue place for our first date.”

that’s when a lightbulb went off in taeil’s brain.

for someone who couldn’t survive without eating brains, taeil sure was an idiot. somehow, he’d gotten roped into a dinner date with you, doyoung and doyoung’s sister, jisoo. at least he managed to convince you to let him host the dinner at his apartment, insisting that he wanted to make a good first impression on jisoo. you’d wiggled your eyebrows and teased him about it but he knew, deep down, setting him up with someone else was hurting you. but you wouldn’t have to worry about hiding your feelings for much longer - taeil would soon relieve you of your misery. ideally of course, he wouldn’t want to start off your relationship with a double date with other people. not to mention your little punishment, but hey, all relationships have their ups and downs.

now if he could just get that pesky little jisoo out of the way.

after briefly stalking doyoung’s instagram account, taeil managed to find jisoo’s account and figured out where she worked. getting her to stay away was easier than he thought it would be. all he had to do was press a small knife against her neck and she was begging for him to leave her alone. he left her trembling in the alley behind her office, with her tears stinging the small cut that ran down the side of her cheek. he wasn’t worried about her telling her brother since that’s who he’d be visiting next.

he had to say, out of all the humans he’d made dishes out of, doyoung was certainly the best. probably because his meat was actually fresh, but you really seemed to enjoy him as well.

“god taeil, your spaghetti is wonderful. I can’t believe doyoung and jisoo are missing out,” you nearly moaned as you devoured your dinner. “these are the best vegan meatballs I’ve ever had. seriously, how’d you make this?”

taeil shrugged, “I used a pretty basic recipe, although I did use something extra special for those meatballs.”

“would you mind sharing what that special thing is, master moon?”

taeil’s smile dropped, his expression completely serious now. you didn’t think much of it, taeil was probably just being dramatic. however his tone as he spoke his next sentence sent a chill down your spine.

“enough dilly-dallying. tell me, sweetheart, did you really think you could get away with dating another man?”

you were too stunned to speak, what the fuck did he just say?

“woah, don’t get shy now. did you seriously think you could go be someone else's whore and I wouldn’t get mad?”

“taeil, what on earth are you talking about?”

you looked like a scared and helpless little rabbit and taeil would be lying if he said that didn’t make him feel some type of way. taeil’s predatory gaze burned into your eyes, ensnaring you and refusing to let go. you were confused. why was taeil behaving like this? why was he so angry with you? but you were certain about one thing: tonight was not going to end well for you.

with a gentle voice, you tried to calm him down so the two of you could have a rational conversation but taeil wasn’t having any of it. he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you up to your feet, stepping away from the dining table and pulling you close till your chest brushed against his. suddenly, his steely gaze slightly softened.

“y/n, my love, I hope you know that I didn’t want to do this to you, but you left me no choice. you forced my hand.”

tears were beginning to well up in your eyes. taeil was getting frustrated. you knew exactly what he was talking about yet you were acting as though taeil was speaking in cryptic messages. taeil noticed your tears and tsked, cupping your cheeks. there was no point in you crying now. the deed was done. taeil was hoping you’d learnt your lesson so the two of you could move past this.

“don’t cry, sweetheart. at least, not until you know what I did.”

“but taeil, I don’t even know what I’ve done,” you sniffed lightly.

“darling, I love you. and I know you love me too, you don’t need to say it. but why did you have to go and date doyoung? do you know how much that hurt me?”

you shook your head, “taeil, I really didn’t know how you felt. but I’m sorry, I don’t feel the same way.”

taeil glared and tightened his grip on your jaw, “fucking lies! that dickhead doyoung has brainwashed you. oh my precious y/n, I feel so awful for punishing you the way I did, but how else will I fix you?”

“what do you mean?” you asked, afraid of the answer he was going to give you.

“those vegan meatballs, darling. although I suppose the term ‘doyoung meatballs’ would be more accurate.”

your beautiful features were twisted into a look of pure horror as realisation dawned upon you. taeil couldn’t help but let his lips form a maniacal grin. he was rather proud, even if he did say so himself. doyoung would never be a problem ever again. nor would anyone else be, for that matter. taeil knew that you were his good, obedient little y/n. you wouldn’t dare to hurt him ever again. satisfied, he leaned in and forced you into a kiss. you were too shocked to fight back.

as he pulled away, he pushed the hair out of your face.

“remember to behave yourself, darling.”

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softyoongiionly · 4 years

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Fear and Dumplings: Chapter Sixteen Point Five

Confronting your fears for a final grade sounds unappealing but, with Yoongi as your partner, things might not be so bad.

Summary: You’re in your final semester at University when your Abnormal Psychology professor assigns you a partnered project surrounding your greatest fears. Lucky for you, your partner just so happens to be a cute boy named Min Yoongi.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Underground Rapper! Yoongi, Soft!!! Yoongi, Fluff!!!, College! Yoongi, Sub! Yoongi

Word Count: 6.5k

A/N: this is nothing but pure fluff and smut because, LISTEN I NEED SOME EMOTIONAL SUPPORT FND YOONGI IN MY LIFE. I hope you do too! This chapter takes place after the ending scene of chapter 16 :)

NOTE: ALL BOLDED WORDS INDICATE WHEN CHARACTERS ARE SPEAKING KOREAN

Warnings for this Chapter: language, slight slight slight angst, LOVE, like an excessive love, smut, mentions of a spider

Chapter Sixteen Point Five: More and More

“Yah-” You hear Yoongi call from the other room, the sound of his voice bringing a smile to your lips, “I’m getting cold.”

The latter part comes out as a whine and it broadens your smile as you sprits a bit of perfume onto your wrists.

“I’m sorrryyyy. This is the first time I’ve been able to do my bedtime routine at your house.” You point out, giggling as zip up your toiletries bag. “I’m coming right now.”

Quickly, you pad across the bit of tile between Yoongi’s bedroom and the bathroom before rounding the corner to peek at your boyfriend.

He’s cozied up beneath the covers, his arms tucked behind his head, brows furrowed as he focuses on the tv. He’s drowning in the excess fabric of his hoodie and although he isn’t yet aware of your presence, he is still wearing the remnants of the smile that your laughter caused.

“You look cute.”

Yoongi jumps, his fingers tensing against the duvet as your presence alarms him.

“Aish- you scared me.” He pouts but as soon as he gets a look at what you’re wearing, his expression shifts, “Are you wearing pants?”

Giggling, you shake your head and turn slightly, lifting up your oversized t-shirt, “Nope.” And as you respond, you show off your ass to him.

He arches a brow, a smirk playing on his lips, “Oh ok- yeah that’s a good idea you know, pants are really restricting. You’ll be a lot more comfortable...”

“Oh you think so?” Tilting your head, you slowly make your way towards the bed whilst your fingers toy with the ends of your shirt, “Should I not wear the shirt then either? You know- if were talking about comfort here, I may as well just sleep naked.”

His smirk fully develops, his eyes following your every move, “You m-might get cold but, I mean I could just like- yah! Why do you insist on saying shit that you know is going to fluster me? Get your ass in bed.” He smacks the space beside him, brown eyes widening with incredulity.

At the end of his mini out burst, your head falls back against your shoulders with the much louder bit of laughter that leaves your lips.

Yoongi laughs along with you, his heart singing at the sound of your amusement, “Now!” He pushes out the command through his laughter, yanking the duvet back and jerking his chin towards the empty space.

Rather than tease him further, you scamper over to the bed and shimmy your way beneath the covers, immediately cuddling up into his side.

His warm and he smells like amber and the bonfire from earlier.

A hum comes from his chest as he pulls you close, kissing the top of your head.

“Thank you...be nice to me...”

His voice rumbles at the base of his throat; it shouldn’t have a taste but it lingers in the air and it suddenly makes you want to turn off all the lights and listen to him speak forever.

“I’m always nice...” You retort, peeking up at him in time to see his brow arch, “I am!”

His teeth peek out as he smiles, his arms tightening around you, “I wouldn’t necessarily say that you’re ALWAYS nice. You can be mean if you want to be.”

“Meeeaaan????? How am I mean?”

He flops against the pillow, kitten fangs on full display, his laughter dancing above the bed.

“You know exactly how you are mean, c’mon jagi, let’s be honest with each other.”

Pushing your fingers against his cheeks, you use his face as leverage to hoist yourself up over top of him, “Ohhhh are you talking about the edging and the pain play? The kinks my boyfriend most definitely possesses that I, being the loving girlfriend that I am, willingly fulfill?”

He blushes, “Yeah exactly...those things.”

You smush his cheeks together again, pecking the rounded tip of his nose, “Ok fine, we don’t have to do those things anymore, I’ve actually heard celibacy has it’s benefits.”

His face wrinkles in disgust as he jerks his head up to smush his lips against yours, “You’re so fucking funny you know that? You should do stand up.” He mumbles against your lips and although it’s a bit off topic, you can actually feel the difference between you and Yoongi.

He’s different now.

You don’t sense any hesitation anymore.

He is completely vulnerable and you love it.

The trust has increased tenfold.

“I’ll let my advisor know.” You retort, brows raising playfully, pecking against his lips

“AIYAAAAA....” He groans, smiling brightly, “Throwback.”

You feel butterflies in your stomach as you think of all the events leading up this particular moment.

Falling in love has been really fun.

“I still can’t believe I left your house like that, that night. I felt like such an idiot.”

You giggle, “I told Jimin about that the next day, I thought you hated me- I would have never guessed it was because I made you hard.”

He smirks, his cheeks reddening slightly, “I definitely didn’t hate you. I was just annoyed because, I was three months away from graduation and, I really wasn’t expecting to be bombarded with- you.”

“Bombarded?” You raise your brows, a smile lingering on your lips, “Is that how you remember falling in love?”

You feel his hands slide up the backs of your thighs before they settle on your hips as he shrugs, his expression unchanging, “Honestly yeah. I was very annoyed with it all for a long time. I knew I liked you but, I had already resigned to the fact that you wouldn’t like me back. I was also uninterested in getting into a relationship with anyone. Plus, I had to accept that I would have to keep seeing you because, we were paired up. To me, it just felt like another disappointment waiting to happen.”

At his admission, you pout and brush your thumb over his rosy cheek, “I’m sorry that you felt that way. I can understand why you did but, you and I definitely had different experiences...”

The slight disappointment in your tone isn’t intentional but, Yoongi’s keen observation skills pick up on it anyway. His beautiful features twitch slightly as he returns your pout, “I’m not saying that I didn’t enjoy it, I was just stubborn...” His eyes flit over you, a flurry of emotions swirling within them, “What was it like for you?”

Rolling off of him, you position yourself comfortably at his side, feeling a bit of apprehension coming over you, “It was great- for me at least, I don’t know. It’s kind of silly honestly.”

Yoongi pushes himself up, tugging you with him so that both of you are propped up against the headboard. He uses his free hand to tilt your chin up towards him, “It’s not silly at all. I want to know.”

Suddenly, you feel very small underneath his gaze. It’s not in an uncomfortable way but, it’s certainly not something you’re used to. Thus far, you were used to being Yoongi’s safe space, his protector, his rock but, you were no stranger to insecurity either. Yoongi may view you as a confident woman, with a steady head on her shoulders and, he was right to do so.

You’ve overcome a lot.

The woman you are today has always been within you but her emergence is recent and, you’re fairly confident that Yoongi doesn’t know that.

“I didn’t think you liked me either. You are easily the hottest man I have ever seen in my entire life and, given the fact that I’ve been rejected so many times throughout my life, I kind of assumed that we would just be friends. Most of the guys I’ve liked have only ever saw me that way. It became a running scenario in my head that I would grow old with a bunch of cats and, a bunch of really great friends but, I never really believed that I was the type of person someone would fall in love with. So when we had that conversation on the Ferris Wheel, I felt validated in a way. Here was this super attractive, interesting man who just admitted that he wanted to ‘kiss me everywhere’...I was elated. Even though I didn’t think things would go anywhere between us, I was still on cloud nine. Then we ended up kissing and then the night in your car- I guess this was a little more fairytale-like for me. I understand things were different for you though, especially after everything you’ve told me today.”

You’re not sure why this is suddenly making you so emotional but, you don’t force it away.

Yoongi did say he wanted to know everything about you and, conversations like these aren’t exactly something you plan.

He has been watching you intently during your explanation and during certain parts, you could feel his grip tightening on you slightly.

By the time you’re done, he sighs and shakes his head, “I’m sorry.”

“Why?” You cock your head, draping an arm across his stomach

“I’m sorry you ever had to face rejection or that you ever had to feel like you wouldn’t receive the type of love you deserve.” He runs a hand through his hair, “I’m also realizing that the way I described falling in love with you was fucking stupid and, I made it sound like it was this painful and frustrating process. Why do you even put up with me when I’m literally an idiot??”

The tension in your face starts to melt away and you start giggling by the end of his sentence, burrowing your face against his chest.

He throws an incredulous look your way, tilting his head in different directions to try and shove his face towards yours, “Hm?? Tell me huh? Why do you put up with me???” He demands, tickling at your sides, his own smiling appearing at the sound of your laughter, “Yah! Laughter tells me nothing! How did someone so intelligent and beautiful settle down with me???”

His tickling should force you away from him but, you curl into him more, still giggling as you try and grab at his hand.

“You’re not an idiot!”

He stops his motions, tilting your chin up towards him again, his eyes still playful but sincere, “I am though. I just described the best months of my life as annoying. I used the words uninterested and disappointed, that’s something only an idiot would do.”

“Don’t forget ‘bombarded’...” You point out, smirking slightly as you rest your chin on his finger.

“Yahhh see?” He shakes his head, leaning down towards your lips, “Pabo...”

You kiss him, letting yourself linger there for a moment before pulling away, “Have they really been the best months of your life?”

At your question, Yoongi smiles softly, “Of course they have. I didn’t mean that falling in love with you hasn't been magical. It has. I just meant that initially, I was so resistant because I was afraid of getting hurt. I should have said it like that, instead of being an asshole about it.”

“You weren’t being an asshole.” You counter

“I was though. You are the most important in the world to me and, I need to stop coating all of my emotions for you in 50 layers of irony just because, I have a fear of being vulnerable. You’re my everything- the love of my life and, I’m so grateful for you. I know that you don’t need me, I know you are complete without me and that you’ve overcome so much on your own but, I need you to know that you can always count on me and that I feel everything you feel. I’m sorry if I ever made you think any different, even if it’s unintentional or even if you like my sarcasm or whatever, it’s still no excuse to continuously avoid telling you how I truly feel. Especially not after everything you’ve done for me.”

You’re a little captivated by his words and, you don’t speak just yet but you allow a smile to say what words cannot as he speaks again.

“I want to take care of you too. I want you to feel safe with me. Sometimes I feel like our relationship has been very one-sided in terms of you always making time for my feelings and, I don’t want that. I’ve just spent so much time admiring your outlook on life that I didn’t take enough time to consider where it came from. You are always working so hard to take care of everyone around you and, I feel like it’s because you might not have always felt taken care of yourself. I hope you know that you never have to feel that way with me, I’m here for you and- sorry I’m not even making sense anymore.” His rickety laughter makes an appearance as your smile widens, “I just really love you like- fuck...”

You burst out into a fit of giggles and practically tackle him as you hop on his lap again, pulling him in for a kiss, “You’re literally the sweetest man alive and the only thing ironic about you as the fact that you constantly wonder whether or not you are in fact, a good person or a good boyfriend. You are both and I really really really really love you too.”

His gums peek. out at your sudden outburst, his smile adding 10 years to your life whilst his hands grip your hips, “I love you...” He repeats again, “I’m sorry we’ve had several conversations like this, there’s just a lot to work through I guess and, I feel like I don’t ever say enough or say the right things...”

“Don’t apologize. You’re completely right. We are both trying to navigate through some pretty intense shit. I’m glad we can have these conversations; it means that we are continuing to learn how to communicate with one another.” You assure him, kissing the tip of his nose.

“That’s a good point. You make a lot of good points.” He notes playfully, kissing your cheek this time, nibbling there, relishing in the sound of your laughter once again. “I know we’ve said it a dozen times now but, I love you...”

“I love you too.” You murmur before wrapping your arms around him.

After a rather sporadic and emotional conversation, you and Yoongi decide to put on a comedy special to lift the bit of heaviness from the atmosphere. You really wanted to enjoy each other’s company before the stressful few days ahead.

You knew it wasn’t going to be easy for him to go back to his hometown and, you also knew that it would be nerve wracking for you for a myriad of reasons.

Either way, you’d endure it together and meet the conflicts as they came.

Right now however, your mind is occupied with a completely different objective.

You’d been laying on Yoongi’s chest for the last hour or so whilst he rubbed tenderly along your back.

He traced your spine, gently pinched at the base of your neck and occasionally massaged at your scalp.

Altogether, you felt content, fuzzy, on the edge of arousal but not quite that there yet.

You’re touching him too now, your hand was resting on his stomach but you’ve started rubbing at his side, slowing and softly dragging your nails over his hoodie.

The thing is, you had been getting to each other for some time now but, there was no reason to rush into anything more.

You just wanted to touch each other, simple as that.

Your hand moves to the bottom of his hoodie, tracing the stitching before slipping underneath it.

As soon as you do, Yoongi’s hand stalls on your back as he sighs.

“Why do you have to go there?”

His tone is playful and accusatory and it causes you to giggle.

“I’m not going anywhereeeee.” You insist, tickling your fingers over his lower abdomen

“Y-yah jagiyaaa- you know what that does to me.”

His voice stutters a bit whilst you continue your motions, tickling back and forth above the band of his boxers, admiring how soft his skin is.

“Do you want me to stop?”

He smirks to himself, resuming his touch against your back, “No- but if you plan on getting me hard, you should probably come up here and start kissing me.”

You smirk too now, pushing up his hoodie to allow you better access to the rest of his stomach, admiring the goosebumps that start appearing on his skin.

“Maybe I wanna watch you get hard...”

You hear him sigh again, his chest heaving with the sound.

“Fuck, ok.” He chuckles to himself, “Fair enough.”

Sure enough, you get to watch the show you desperately wanted to see because, as you trace over the band of his boxers, his dick jumps to life beneath the cotton.

A satisfied grin plays on your lips and you take the opportunity tickle just beneath his belly button, prompting another bout of twitching from his dick.

“You know...” You murmur casually, continuing your teasing, “You’ve still never came in my mouth before.”

You feel the bluntness of his nails press into the skin of your back at your comment, another unstable sigh coming from him once again, “I haven’t.”

Slowly you sit up, finally turning to face him, resting your hand on his stomach.

You smirk down at him, his head pushed back into the pillow, a smile playing on his lips.

“Can we change that?”

He’s going all shy at the thought of being in your mouth again and he can’t figure out why.

You notice the blush on his cheeks and the timid gummy smile on his lips and, you decide to call him out on it.

“Why do you look so nervous??” You giggle, pinching his cheek

A bout of laughter bubbles past his lips like a bottle of soda that’s been shaken too much as he attempts to answer you.

“I don’t know!” He buries his face into the side of your arm, “It’s embarrassing...”

Fondness blooms in your chest and you immediately lay back down with him, pulling the covers over the two of you.

You wrestle around a bit, tucking yourself against him once more, the two of you giggling like two kids at a sleepover.

Yoongi kisses the side of your face, his own hot with arousal and embarrassment.

“Baby, you’ve literally let me tie you to the headboard...”

“Mm, I sure have...that was a good night.” His voice is deeper now as he starts kissing down your neck, “a really good night.”

“Do you not like it?”

He smirks against your neck, sucking lightly at the spot below your earlobe, sending a wave of arousal between your legs, “Are you really asking me whether or not I like getting my dick sucked?”

“WEeellll.” You laugh, relishing in the way his attention feels, slowly getting distracted by his lips on your skin, “You never let me do it for you. I’m just trying to understand why.”

Before he can answer, a screeching voice comes from the other room, “HYUNG-AHHH!!”

Yoongi’s eyes widen in alarm as he immediately maneuvers his way out of the covers and rushes out the door, tugging his hoodie down in an attempt to conceal his hardened length beneath his boxers.

“What, What’s wrong?! Where are you?”

You’re following after him frantically, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. Yoongi’s shouting in Korean and you’re trying your best to follow him up the stairs without tripping over your own feet.

“Here! Oh god, please hurry!”

Yoongi’s playing a thousand horrible scenarios in his head, trying desperately to locate Hoseok before he spots the light on in the hallway bathroom, “What’s wrong? Did you fall? Are you hurt???”

You can’t understand Yoongi but, his tone tells you everything you need to know: he’s terrified.

“There! Hyung oh my god, do you see it? It’s so big and hairy! Kill it please, I’m gonna throw up!”

Hoseok is rushing out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel around his hips and pure panic on his face.

Yoongi’s expression shifts from terrified to utterly disgusted in record time as he backhands Hoseok across the bicep, “YAH! What is wrong with you huh?! You made me think you snapped your neck up here or something! Are you seriously screaming over a spider right now? You’re 26 years old.”

Hoseok seems unphased by Yoongi’s words and points frantically at the bathroom, “Hyung I don’t care, just please kill it. You know how much I hate bugs, I almost had a heart attack.”

Yoongi is actively trying to conceal whatever seems to be transpiring but, the curiosity gets the better of you and you rush over to look in the direction Hoseok is pointing only to be met with the grossest, hairiest, BIGGEST spider you’ve ever seen.

“Yoongiiiii.” You whine, hiding behind him, your heartrate doing the impossible and increasing in your chest, “Oh my god, please get rid of it...”

Yoongi groans audibly, shaking his head at Hoseok, “You idiot, she’s terrified of spiders. We were literally about to- fuck nevermind just stay right here, I’ll go get a jar.”

He turns around, chuckling slightly at the almost childlike expression on your face, “I’m gonna get don’t worry. Do you want to come downstairs with me while I get a jar for it?”

Wide eyed, you grab his hands haphazardly, “Mhm...”

“Ok...” He leans down to peck your cheek, smirking fondly “Let’s go.”

“Yah what about me huh? What am I supposed to do?!” Hoseok returns to English now, eyeballing the bathroom in horror

Yoongi rolls his eyes, “Just stay there and try and summon some dignity. I’ll be right back.”

Hoseok scoffs and leans against the wall, “I have enough already thanks-” He insists before his eyes widen again, “Hyung please hurry it’s moving!!!!!”

Yoongi chuckles and shakes his head, interlocking his fingers with yours as he leads the two of you downstairs.

The two of you are back in a flash and you quickly take your place behind Hoseok as your boyfriend completes the task of scooping the spider into the jar and rushing it outside.

As he trudges back up the stairs he extends his hand out to you, which you eagerly accept.

Hoseok had already calmed down by this point and was attempting to make smooth small talk with you as if his (justified) outburst had never happened.

“Well uh” Hoseok laughs, throwing finger guns towards the bathroom, “Thanks hyung, so sorry to interrupt the lovemaking, I’m just gonnnnaaa head into the shower now-”

“Ah- no you aren’t. You’re going to apologize to my girlfriend for scaring the shit out of her and then you’re going to promise me that you’ll never scream for me like that again unless you are in mortal danger.” Yoongi shoots him a pointed look but there is still a bit of softness in his eyes and a smile threatening his lips.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I had no idea you had a phobia of spiders. That was definitely my bad. And hyung,” He shoots a brilliant smile in his direction, throwing up a finger heart, “I love youuuuuuu. Thanks for saving my life.”

“Don't be sorry; I literally would have done the same thing.” You vow, giggling nervously, furthering retreating into Yoongi’s side.

Yoongi snorts, wrapping an arm around you and sending Hoseok on his way before he gently pinches your side, “Are you ok?”

“Absolutely not.” You affirm, “But, I will heal as time goes on...”

He snickers, shaking his head whilst he leads you back downstairs.

“I swear he almost gave me a heart attack.” He shakes his head, placing his free hand on his chest, “Feel- it’s still beating so fast...”

You push your head against his chest, causing him to laugh again, not expecting the method you chose but he allows it none the less.

His chest is thrumming with the evidence of commotion still and you turn your head quickly to press a kiss to his chest.

“Me too- look...”

As the two of you come back into his room, you guide his hand to your chest in order to demonstrate your fast paced heartbeat.

Yoongi shakes his head, “I’m sorry about him, he’s ridiculous.”

You nod, glancing down at Yoongi’s boxers which no longer display the evidence of his arousal and, you whine, keeping his hand in place on your chest.

“You’re not hard anymoreeeee.” You complain, slumping against the wall near the bathroom. Yoongi laughs, his gums peeking out whilst you guide his hand over your breast, “Squeeze-” You giggle, indulging in your immaturity for a moment, “We’ll bring it back...”

He laughs harder, his beautiful face wrinkling in amusement as he obliges, squeezing your breast.

“Are you hard yet???” You ask through your laughter, tugging him closer to you, tilting your head towards his lips.

“Oh yeah-” He nods to his dick, still laughing, “Rock solid...”

He kisses you then, keeping his hand in place as he smiles into your lips.

The giggling between the two of you slowly fades as Yoongi tucks his mouth betwixt your own. He kisses you tenderly, his free hand curving around your waist and securing you to him. The hand on your breast massages you gently for a moment before he feels around for your nipple. Once he locates it, he begins teasing it between his thumb and his forefinger, smirking into your mouth when you sigh at the sensation. The two of you press further into one another, getting lost in the moment before you decide to resume your earlier mission.

“Can I pleaaaase make you cum in my mouth now?” You murmur against his lips, giggling when he blushes again, attempting to hide his face in your neck. “Babyyyyy what is it? Why are you hiding?”

His arms wrap around your waist now, sandwiched between your body and the wall. He shakes his head, pressing kisses into the crook of your neck whilst he tries to figure out the best way to answer your question.

“Nervous.” He mumbles and you can feel him smirk into your skin.

Your heart is exploding with adoration at how fucking cute your boyfriend can be literally out of nowhere.

His duality gives you whiplash sometimes.

“Why are you nervous?”

His grip tightens on you as you attempt to coax his face out of your neck, snickering when you try to pinch his cheek.

“I’m gonna cum too fast.” He confesses, finally pulling away to make eye contact with you, his black hair disheveled atop his head.

You giggle, smoothing out his messy onyx tendrils before bringing his lips down to yours.

“So what?” You murmur against them, “It doesn’t matter how quickly you cum, I just want to make you feel good...”

Yoongi feels a sharp pang of arousal in the pit of his stomach at the sultry tone of your voice, his dick twitching to life between his legs.

“I just feel like you don’t get anything out of it though...I want you to feel good too.” He protests, sighing out through his nose when you slip your hand beneath his hoodie.

You smirk, tickling over his sensitive skin, “Do you really think I don’t get anything out of having you in my mouth?”

Peppering kisses down his neck, you continue to gently roam your hands over his hips and stomach, ensuring that your motions are slow and deliberate.

“I’m really second guessing getting head right now aren’t I? I’m actually overthinking getting a blowjob, I’m fucking ridiculous...” He laughs now, hugging you to his body, his smile widening when you giggle along with him.

Pulling back away from his neck, you nudge his nose, delighting in the sparkle within his eyes before pecking at his lips, “Do you want it? If you’re feeling weird about it, it’s ok. We don’t have to do it.”

He smirks, his hands sliding down your back to rest against your ass, “No, no I want it. I really do, I’m just being...myself.”

His honesty makes you laugh again.

You’re so grateful for it though.

The comfort level between the two of you is off the charts and, it makes you so incredibly happy.

From the lecture hall to the bedroom; the two of you really have come so far.

“Go lay down then...” You urge him, still smiling as he eagerly rushes towards the bed.

He flops back against the pillows, folding his arms behind his head and immediately tucking a lip between his teeth. His breathing is already unstable due to all the kissing but, he knows he’ll have to actively calm himself in order to last.

You place your knees on the bed between his legs and maneuver yourself closer to the seam of his boxers. You don’t feel the need to try and be sexy or dramatic, the intimacy floating between the two of you is more than enough to turn you both on.

However, in the spirit of making your boyfriend feel good, you still want to put on a little bit of a show for him.

“Comfy?” You grin and he immediately rolls his eyes, his lip still tucked between his teeth

“Sure.” He throws a half smirk your way and although it’s not his intention to do so, it spurs you on further.

There’s never a bad time to fluster your boyfriend...

Wordlessly, you grasp the hem of your oversized t-shirt before tugging it over your head, leaving you in nothing but a pair of black boy shorts.

Yoongi’s eyes widen ever so slightly and his chest expands to fit the deep breath he just took, the breath he lets out slowly and shakily.

“So am I.” You smirk, sitting back on your knees to give him the full view of your body. The air of Yoongi’s bedroom is crisp and slightly cooler than you’d like it to be and it causes your nipples to harden, aching for the warmth of his touch. With your hand lingering on your inner thigh, you sigh, “My panties are ruined already-” You pout, “That’s really annoying...they’re going to be drenched by the time you cum.”

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut whilst he lets out an audible groan, “Ok- what the fuck? You’re not even giving me a chance to last at this point...” He laughs humorlessly, his eyes opening and going straight between your thighs, “Let me see.”

You smirk at his bout of laughter, delighting in how flustered he looks before honoring his request.

Dipping your hand beneath the band of your underwear you slide your fingers over your clit, which is honestly a terrible idea because now it’s throbbing with the need to be played with and, swipe your fingers over viscous arousal collecting at your entrance.

Yoongi watches you like a hawk, eagerly awaiting the evidence supporting your previous statement.

He isn’t disappointed when you remove your fingers from your panties to show him the stringy, slippery arousal connecting your digits together. The amount of wetness actually surprises you and the way Yoongi looks at you, only worsens the situation between your legs.

Yoongi sits up suddenly, grasping your wrist with both of his hands, eyeing the moisture on your fingers like a man deprived before sucking both of them into his mouth. You feel his tongue lick between them, collecting you, the sensation quickly mirroring itself in your panties. Eyes fluttering close, you allow him to suck on you for longer than necessary, your heartrate quickening as he groans softly against your skin.

He pulls off of you, allowing his lips to linger on the tips of your fingers, his cat-like eyes flitting up to yours. Wordlessly, he brings his hand off the bed and quickly slips it into your underwear. Before you even register what’s occurring, the pads of his fingers are brushing past your clit and tucking themselves inside of you. Your lips part in shock, your hands coming out to brace against his shoulders as he curls them up against your g-spot.

Wide eyed, you meet your boyfriends smug expression as he starts rocking his fingers upwards inside of you.

“Yo-Yoongi...” You grunt, as the pleasure latches on to the pit of your stomach, the sensation unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.

“Mhm, I know- it's good huh?” He chuckles, using his free hand to brace itself against your back, pushing your body against his hand working between your thighs, “You thought I’d just have a little taste and that was it? That’s all I would want?”

“Fuck...” You whimper, your head slumping against his shoulder, leaving his lips at your ear to say whatever filthy things come to mind.

He quickens his pace and the pleasure is so intense that you have a half a mind to tell him to stop because you kind of feel like you’re going to pee yourself but, the next wave of sensations quickly sends that thought to the trash.

“Have you ever squirted before baby?” He croons into your ear, holding you tightly

Your head shakes rapidly, your eyes squeezing shut as you bury your face into his neck, “N-Not with anybody...”

You’ve certainly made yourself squirt before but it was unintentional and definitely didn’t compare to the way Yoongi was making you feel.

He grins, nibbling on the shell of your ear, his breath sending a shiver down your spine, “I think you’re about to, I can feel how tight you are around my fingers. Do you want to cum all over my hand jagiya?”

“Mhm-” You whimper, tucking both of your lips between your teeth as you try your hardest not to moan, “Yoongi...”

Yoongi can feel how hard he is now, his swollen dick nearing the edges of pain from neglect but, his focus is entirely on you and making sure you get yours before he thinks of himself.

“Are you gonna say my name when you cum beautiful?” He whispers, quickening his pace once again, his grin broadening when you nod rapidly in his neck, your legs spreading further to the point where he’s having to fight against the mattress to keep at it.

“On your dick- please? Please can I cum on your dick?” You plead, sucking on his neck now, not fully coherent because all you can think about is cumming.

“Oh my fucking god.” He groans, shaking his head

He’s never heard you ask for his dick like that before and, who is he to deny his perfect girlfriend the throne she so aptly deserves?

“Come get it baby.” He pleads, pulling back to look into your eyes, “Come take it, it’s yours, use it...”

You’re on him seconds later and his fucking up into you with everything he has, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood so he doesn’t wake his roommates.

With your hand over your mouth, you whine into your palm as your orgasm approaches. Yoongi smirks proudly at you, saying everything you need to hear to push you over the edge.

“Beautiful...you’re so beautiful.”

“Please cum for me...”

“Cum all over me.”

“I love you...”

Yoongi’s successful in his plan to make you squirt and by the time he finishes inside of you, you’re a proper mess.

The orgasm he’s given you is intense and for once, you’re the one shaking in his arms, trying to get your wits about you. Lovingly, Yoongi places kisses all over your face and the side of your head, his big hands massaging gently into your back as he helps you come down, even though he’s attempting to relax after his own orgasm.

“D-damn you, that was not the plan.” You mutter, playfully nibbling on his shoulder

He chuckles warmly, still kissing on you, “It wasn’t a part of your plan but, let’s just assume that my plan will forever involve making you cum like that, that was- shit that was really hot.”

“Yoongiiiiii....” You whine, feeling very needy and slightly embarrassed, “You made me ruin the sheets though, I feel bad.”

You hear him scoff incredulously, “Yoongiiiiiii I’m so sorry my beautiful body just had a powerful orgasm all over your sheets, how rude of me, I’m so disrespectful.” He imitates your voice playfully, chuckling louder as you wack him against the shoulder, still hiding away in his neck.

“Shut uppppppp.”

“You are always the one making me cum so hard that I question my sanity. After everything you’ve been through with me today, I wanted to return the favor. You did exactly what you deserved to do; if we didn’t have a flight to catch tomorrow, I’d have my hand in your panties all over again.”

Yoongi's bedroom is dark now as the TV has turned itself off due to lack of activity but, despite the absence of light, you can still feel how wet the sheets are beneath your bodies.

It has you all shy for some reason, reminding you that although you usually take the dominant role in the bedroom, you still have a desire to be small, to be held, to be taken care of...

It felt good to let him do that.

“Thank you.” You murmur, wrapping your arms around his back, pecking the side of his neck, “It was amazing, you’re amazing.”

He smiles in the darkness, “You deserve it.” He thumbs across the cheek that isn't hidden away in his neck, “Are you going to let me take care of you more often? Have I proven myself worthy mistress?”

The nickname isn’t something he’s used before and it both amuses you and intrigues you all at once. You laugh, nodding in agreement, kissing his skin again, “Mhm, more than worthy.”

Yoongi knows he has to change the sheets.

He knows the two of you need to get some sleep.

But for the moment, he wants to stay still.

He wants to love on you and make you feel all the things you make him feel.

He wants to do everything you’ve done for him.

He’s in this for the long haul and he knows it.

This is that forever kind of love.

That I want to marry you kind of love.

That I adore every inch of you kind of love.

He’s found it, it’s all his and he wants to spend the rest of life proving to you how grateful he is.

...how in love he is.

….how lucky he is.

“I love you.” He whispers

“I love you too.”

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Missed Opportunity

Summary: This the how Claudia and Calum met.

Warnings: none just two kids failing at flirting

Word Count: 2.7k

October 2018

"You know what I've been craving? Fish tacos from the place we went to in San Diego." Calum told his bandmates.

They had just finished sound check for their final show of the US leg of the tour. In less than two weeks they would be off to Europe for the final leg.

"Or you want to go see if you see that pretty waitress." Michael commented.

"What pretty waitress?" Calum asked casually as if he had no idea who Michael meant.

"You know damn well which pretty waitress we're talking about. The one that gives you free chocolate cake and flan." Michael retorted.

"What? No!" Calum's cheeks redden. He knew that they weren't going to let that go anytime soon. They hadn’t for the past five years.

Calum has had a crush on her for almost 5 years. It all started when she kicked out a bunch of fans that followed him and Luke to the restaurant. He tried flirting with her but failed miserably that day. The next day he went back to pick up an order. That time she was more approachable. She even apologized for her attitude from the day before, letting it slip that she was a fan of the covers they did. She awkwardly asked if it was okay for her to ask for a picture.

Since then, every time the boys had a show in San Diego, they went there before the show to get food. Calum's order always has a slice of chocoflan.

Calum stopped by a few days ago when they had their show, but she wasn't there. He asked one of the other servers if they at least had the chocolate cake and flan dessert. They came back with the owner, who told him that Claudia, the waitress, was in LA for school, and she was also the one that made the chocoflan. The news left him disappointed. He wanted to ask her dad more, but he knew any dad wasn't about to tell a stranger the whereabouts of his daughter.

"Cal!" Michael clapped his shoulder. Calum blinked a few times. "We gotta get going. We're late for that radio interview."

***

“Hey pa, what’s up?” Claudia answered her phone. Her face lit up when her dad's face came on the screen. She hadn't talked to her dad in days. He was sitting in the patio area of the restaurant.

"¿'Tas ocupada?" He asked her.

"Ahorita no because we're waiting for this band to show up. Their management called my boss y le dijeron that they're running late or something." She explained.

Claudia works at her university's radio station. Her and her housemate host a segment called 'Girl Chat' where they talk about the most random topics. From matching lipstick to ones areolas to environmental racism and how stratification affects it. She got the job her first week of summer bridge.

Claudia was a transfer student from a community college in San Diego, and part of the requirement for transfer students was that they participate in summer bridge where counselors and advisors help out students find a balance and the necessary resources to be successful at the 4 year institution.

She was on her way to a workshop when she got lost. The radio station booth looked more approachable than the surrounding frat houses. That was when the DJ commented on her voice and how it was made for the radio. She laughed it off at first, but once she heard of the different segments, she was hooked. 'Girl Chat' was the first to spark her interest. She met Dulce, her now housemate. They bounced off each other and had good chemistry that kept the listeners listening.

"What's up?"Claudia asked again. She pulled her legs up and sat criss-cross applesauce.

"I keep forgetting to tell you, but I remembered it because of something I heard on the radio. ¿Te acuerdas de ese grupo con el muchacho al que siempre le das chocoflan?" Her dad asked. Claudia's mind instantly went to Calum.

"No," She responded. She looked to the side avoiding looking at her dad.

"Yes, you do. I saw how your eyes did that thing." Claudia rolled her eyes at him. "Anyways, him and the other boys were at the restaurant a few days ago y pregunto por ti. Well not you, but he asked about the chocoflan. And then I mentioned how we only serve it when you’re in town. It looked like he wanted to ask me about you, but he didn’t.”

“Right,” Claudia laughed. How can someone like Calum Hood even ask about her.

Claudia and her dad spent more time talking until Dulce texted her that the people are about five minutes away. Her dad bid her bye and reminded her que se cuide Durante el concierto. Her other housemate, Sara, invited her to go see The Aces because something came up and her sister couldn’t go with her anymore. Claudia was very excited for it because they were opening for 5 Seconds of Summer. She was finally going to go see them. In all her years of being a fan, she never saw them live.

While she waited, she tapped through the Instagram stories. Claudia paused at the 5SOS story. It was a picture of the radio station captioned ‘Tune in to Girl Chat on KBeach Radio today at 12:15.’ with a swipe up link.

“No!” She whispered loudly to myself.

“What?” Dulce glanced at her phone.

“They’re the ones coming to campus?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Why are we interviewing them? Of all the bands, 5 fucking Seconds of Summer? Were there no soundcloud rappers available?” She began to ramble.

“Do you not like them?”

“No, I love them. I really fuck with their most recent album.” She calmly said. “But I have had the biggest crush on the bass player since I was 15 after telling off his fans.”

“Was that when you told your parents you were going to a church retreat but got caught?”

“In my defense, I was with my church friends. It would’ve worked if Danny didn’t hack my facebook and see the messages.” Claudia sat back. To this day she’s still mad at her twin brother for hacking her facebook. Not only was it a huge invasion of privacy, he had no reason for doing it. “I didn’t even straighten my hair. I look like a hot mess.”

She covered her face and fake cried. Dulce looked at her as if she had grown a second head and then laughed, placing a record on play. Claudia heard the beginnings of “If Walls Could Talk” and sank lower in her seat. The boys came in as the song played. They all introduced themselves, and she avoided making eye contact with Calum. The other boys looked at each other, at Calum and at her. She couldn’t helpbut notice how cuddly he looked in his iconic empathy hoodie and leather jacket combo. She’s seen one too many interviews where he wore the exact outfit.

Claudia pulled her mic closer to her once she heard the last few seconds played. She sat straighter and began, “That was 5 Seconds of Summer with ‘If Walls Could Talk’ from their most recent album, ‘Youngblood’. Theyare today’s guests on ‘Girl Chat’. Thank you so much for taking some time off your very busy schedule to chat with us.” She smiled.

“Thank you for having us. I think that’s the first time since we dropped Youngblood, that they played another song from the album. Everyone just plays ‘Youngblood’.” Ashton said after a few seconds of awkward silence.

“Well, ‘If Walls Could Talk’ is a bop and deserves more recognition.”

“You have a really soothing voice.” Calum said casually. Michael snorted trying to cover up his laugh.

“Oh, um thanks. I’ve been told that a lot.” She managed to say.

“To be honest, I’m pretty sure it’s the only reason why she hasn’t gotten fired.” Dulce cut in trying to pass the conversation . “She’s said pretty wild shit on here. Remember when you caused a riot at the food court?”

“A riot?” Luke asked in disbelief.

“It was not a riot, it was a gathering of angry people that took over and distributed all the food to all the students. In my defense, I was just bringing awareness to the food waste that happened. I never once said ‘start a riot’.” She explained.

“You just did.” Ashton pointed out.

“He’s got you there.” Dulce laughed.

“PSA, please don’t riot. I really like my job. It helps pay for my Roscoe's habit.” She added.

***

The interview ran smoothly. What felt like only 15 minutes turned out to be almost 2 hours. Dulce and Claudia’s boss signaled them to keep going after the one hour mark. It was the most listeners they had all semester. There were some even tweets about them. Most were about how Claudia and Dulce were able to keep up with the boys’ crazy antics and jokes, unlike other radio interviews where they kinda stay quiet and jump to questions.

During the interview, Calum not so subtly found Claudia’s instagram off the radio station’s instagram. It took everything not to request her right in front of everyone. He planned on asking for it after their interview, but the boys got bombarded with fans. The band hung back and took some pictures with them. He watched Claudia and Dulce leave, missing his chance, so he just sent her a follow request.

At home he paced around his room packing some things for Duke while also waiting for Claudia to accept his follow request. He dm’ed her once she accepted the request telling her that they— he — were able to get her and her friend backstage passes to meet The Aces and hang out with them and the boys if they were interested.

Minutes later she responded with a bunch of emojis and thank yous and that her friend is going to appreciate that. He quickly responds, letting her know that he’s going to be by the security box at the parking lot ten min before the show?. Claudia responded thirty minutes later with a thumbs up.

“It’s gonna be a good show, Duke. I just know it.”

***

“Are you fucking kidding me, Danny! This is why you made me come home?” Claudia pushed passed her twin brother and stomped to her room.

“Are you mad?” He asked entering her room.

“Yes, I am! Cuántas veces te tengo que decir: I don’t want to see Paco anymore.”

“I’m doing you a favor, Claudia. You’re being a fucking coward.”

“Get the fuck out!”

Claudia crawled into bed and hugged her pillow. She let her tears roll down her cheeks.

Today started off great. She formally met her favorite band and had a conversation with them that didn't involve her asking if they wanted salsa verde for their burritos. She was finally going to see them live. Something she dreamed of since she was 15.Only for her brother to call her, making her drive 3 hours for nothing.

Everyone in their friend group was pissed at her. According to them, she had fucked up the whole dynamic when she moved up to Long Beach. Only making it worse when her and Paco broke up.

If only they knew the truth, she thought to herself. Paco was the one that broke up with her. All because she didn't want to have sex with him. His words cut deep, claiming that she wasn't shit and how no one was going to want her like that once they find out she's a virgin. It wasn’t like there hadn’t been instances where they could've; shit, her head game is supreme. The thing was that she just never felt ready. There was something that kept her from giving herself to him.Instead he gave their friend group a bullshit excuse that she was then one that ended things because of school.

Now she's the bad guy in this. She hugged her pillow tighter and drifted off to sleep.

When she woke up it was well into midnight. She peeked at the driveway to see if her brother's car was there,and fortunately, it wasn't.

She still couldn’t wrap her head around the fact her brother thought ambushing her with a party was going to resolve anything between her and Paco.

Claudia wandered down to the kitchen for a snack. She saw a plate piled with flautas but opted for making grilled cheese. After flipping it to the other side, she checked her phone. She smiled at the message from Calum.

She had apologized profusely to him that she wasn't going to make it, but she was sending him a chocoflan with Dulce. Her and Sara convinced Dulce to go with Sara even though neither The Aces or 5 Seconds of Summer were her faves.

You have no idea how relieved I was when I saw the chocolate cake and flan. At the radio I was going to ask you about it, but I didn't want to seem creepy . He messaged her.

😂😂😂 my dad literally ft'ed me, telling me you asked about it. I'm surprised you remembered our restaurant. She replied. She flipped the pan over a plate and wandered back to her room.

How can I forget about it or you, you shooed my fans away.

Excuse you, I basically rescued you and Luke from a hoard of crazy teenagers

Ah yes my hero 😂😂😂

***

Around 3 am Calum stopped replying. Claudia assumed he passed out. She's on her 6th cup of coffee, and it was only 1pm. She decided to attempt to stay up the whole day so she can fix her sleep schedule. She had midterms in a few weeks, and she could fuck up her sleep then.

She was at the restaurant, sitting at her family's table and doing some homework while watching her niece and nephews. She occasionally checked her phone to see if Calum responded, but nothing popped up.

She checked who saw her story on Instagram, and Calum was one of the first to see it. With the help of her dad, who can't record boomerangs to save his life, she recorded taking out some chocoflanes from the oven. Well, it was supposed to be that, but it was a shaky video of her struggling to get up from her squatting position while her dad laughed at her. That was 3 hours ago.

She went back to her research paper on food deserts in lower income communities and the impacts they have on the environment. She was 25 minutes deep into an HBO documentary about some kids in Philly not having any food options at a corner store when she spotted a very familiar green hoodie sitting out in the patio area from the corner of her eyes.

Before Claudia could process that he was really here, her father walked up to him. She watched Calum laugh at something her father said. Then her father nodded and pointed straight at her. Her eyes widened, and she went back to the documentary as if it was far more interesting than anything else that was happening.

"Guito, watch Paloma and Damian, I'll be right back." She said after she saw that Calum was not looking at her. She stood up and awkwardly beelined to the dessert bar and grabbed a slice of chocoflan and a fork. She was thankful he had his back to her when she nearly tripped over the step.

Duke was the first to notice her. He yipped when he saw her approach them. Calum turned around and smiled at her.

"Have another show?" She asked. She almost smacked herself at how stupid she sounded.

"No," he chuckled. "I, uh, saw your story about making some chocoflan and just had to drive down for a slice."

He didn’t tell her how after the show last night, he had taken Duke out to pee, and when they came back the entire flan was gone. Someone had accidentally put it out on the giant snacks table for crew members and other people. It soured his mood since Claudia wasn't at the show.

When he saw her video, the next thing he knew was that he was by Pasadena on the I15. This time he was not gonna miss his chance.

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honestlynotyourbabe · 3 years

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VOICELESS

She felt excited, she was finally meeting them. They were so close, within her reach. She could see how ethereal they are and how unbelievable this moment was for her. Too bad she couldn’t talk to them, oh well, at least she could finally see them in person. She felt grateful, nonetheless. Athena clutched her favorite album close to her heart and anticipatedly waited for her turn, she was the seventh in line, they were in her line of vision. She could see Kim Namjoon smiling at the fangirl he was engaging in a conversation with. Beside him was Jin who was listening to a different girl, he was laughing and interacting so kindly it made her smile. She always felt that they would be nice, she hopes they would understand her situation and would still try to interact with her.

“Hey, isn’t it exciting to meet them? I’m so excited!” The girl behind her squeaked as she tried to engage in a conversation with her. She only smiled and nodded, she felt shy, she didn’t talk to strangers, or that she didn’t know how to interact with others that much. The girl must have noticed her being shy and gave a genuine smile. “I came with my friends but they didn’t get the chance for the fan meets, how about you?”

She was alone. No one wanted to accompany her, or that they were too busy. She doesn’t have friends who are fans either and her best friend was busy with practice to support her fangirling. She shook her head no.

“Oh, so you’re alone like me, I’m Nicole by the way” She extended her hand for her to shake.

Athena smiled and placed her hand on her necklace spelling out her name. “Nice meeting you Athena” Nicole smiled.

“Oh, we’re almost next! I almost didn’t realize the line moved” she shrieked with excitement.

“My bias is V by the way, how about you?” she asked

Athena didn’t understand why she blushed, she’s not that type of fangirl who daydreams of marrying her bias or whatever, she just admires their passion and talent but somehow, she smiled shyly while she motioned towards Min Yoongi, who was only a few meters in front of them. Nicole shrieked again, this must be a habit of hers. “OMG! I totally understand why! I get the vibe.”

“I’m so excited to meet them! Let’s meet after this okay?” Nicole grabbed her hand, her eyes sparkling with excitement, her mouth smiling with glee.

Athena felt glad she somehow found a friend, she shook her head yes. Nicole jumped up and down with glee, with another shriek. “Great! I hope we could be friends for a long time, Athena!”

Athena hoped that too.

----

“Wow, there are still so many! I feel like all their faces have blurred into one” Taehyung said as he looked at the massive line of fans waiting to see them up close.

“Yeah, I feel like I’ve run out of words to say” Suga whispered beside him, his eyes wandering on the next few girls in line. Good thing they had a five-minute break earlier or else he wouldn’t have able to take all the smiling and conversing. Don't get him wrong, he loves meeting fans, but sometimes his social battery runs out. His eyes landed on a small girl who was smiling brightly at Namjoon, she slid her album on the table for him to sign but there was a small letter on top of it. Another fan letter? Namjoon’s on a roll today with those.

“She’s pretty,” Taehyung commented beside him, as they both observed Namjoon and the girl's interaction. She was still not talking, was she shy? This was a one-time opportunity, didn’t she want to talk to him? Namjoon read the letter, smiled, nodded, shook hands with her then signed her album. That was it? Maybe Namjoon wasn’t her bias. Jin who was beside Namjoon also smiled at her as she moved towards him, she brought out another letter from her pocket and placed it on top of the album she gave to him to sign. Jin read the letter, smiled, signed her album, and pocketed her letter. He saw Jin wiping a tear from his eyes as he stood up and offered her a hug. The girl seemed surprised but hugged him back as well. She still didn’t talk, Suga wondered why. “Wow a fan-made Hyung cry, I wonder what was in that letter to make him tear up” Taehyung once again commented.

“I wonder why she’s not talking”

Taehyung wore a puzzled look and looked back at the girl who was now moving next to Jimin, smiling brightly at her. “Maybe she’s an introvert, or she’s shy,” Taehyung suggested.

“Hmm… Maybe”

Both of them were at the end of the table, so she gets to see Jimin, J-Hope, and Jungkook before the both of them. He was intrigued by her, although she looked like the average girl, how she interacted with the others was very interesting to look at. She was now smiling at Jimin while he was reading the letter she gave to him. She wasn’t squealing or jumping up and down with happiness like other fans do during fan meetings, she wasn’t crying either. She was just standing there, smiling, a look of admiration in her eyes.

Jimin stood up and also offered her a hug like Jin did earlier. He pocketed her letter and signed her album, Suga also noticed he wrote a few words as well. She then moved to J-Hope who was giving her a huge smile. They had a similar interaction, while JK peeped on J-Hope's letter. He talked to her for a while but she didn’t talk back, she either just nodded or smiled with glee. J-Hope, later on, took off his yellow bonnet and placed it on her head, tapping it. He smiled at her and motioned her to move on to Jungkook. Suga thought that maybe he could eavesdrop a little on their conversation since he was beside JK. Suga observed her, she was wearing a pink dress that stopped by her knees, a jean jacket, and a necklace that spelled out the name “ATHENA”. She must have noticed him looking at her as their eyes met, she had deep brown eyes that looked surprised. He noticed a small tint of pink come from her cheeks as she focused her eyes back on JK who was smiling at her.

“Hello!” Jungkook said with glee

The girl smiled and waved back at him, she took another piece of paper out of her jacket pocket and placed it on top of the album she slid on the table. JK curiously took the paper and unfolded it, he must have noticed Suga peering over his shoulder so he turned his back on him and faced J-Hope who was busy entertaining an eager-looking fan. Suga made a pout and glanced over at the girl again. She had her head down but still smiling, she must be avoiding another eye contact, Suga thought.

Jungkook faced the girl again, he stood up and gave her a hug. “Thank you so much for your support!” he beamed. The girl, a bit surprised by the hug, smiled. She hugged back as well. When JK let go, he held her by the sides of her arms. “We are forever grateful for you guys,” he said.

But she still didn’t say anything back, she just smiled and bowed.

She was finally moving towards him, why did he suddenly feel nervous? His heart started beating loudly. She was wearing a shy smile. He was about to smile back when JK leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear. “She reminds me of you, Hyung” Suga faced him, JK just smiled and raised both his eyebrows in a suggestive manner which confused him.

He turned his attention back to her. She smiled genuinely at him, he noticed she was nervous like he was. She held out to him the letter addressed to him and the album he was meant to sign. He smiled again as he took the items from her. Not trying to show his eagerness, he slowly unfolded the paper.

He glanced back at her before reading, she was smiling nervously as she kept readjusting the bonnet J-Hope placed on her head earlier. She was pretty, he noticed that now.

He focused back on the letter.

Dear Sir,

SIR? She addressed him as sir? Suga’s eyebrows met.

I apologize that I cannot speak to you directly, which is why I am writing to you this letter. I was part of an accident earlier this year, which caused me to lose my vocal cords...

Oh… that’s why.

However, I am still very excited that I was able to meet you guys, you have been the anchor for me to continue on. I am in awe of your motivation and drive to continue pursuing your dreams. You guys have been an inspiration not only to me but to millions of people. I admire your talents and hard work, I will always be supporting you. I may not be able to scream out your names during concerts or sing with crowds but I will always be supporting you and singing with my heart. I am forever grateful for all the inspiring stories and messages you have shared with the world. You are a man filled with great potential and passion for music that no person can take, your music touches souls and fixes broken smiles. You are the flame.

Forever a fan,

Athena

Sweet, kind of cheesy but very heartwarming. Suga smiled, he kept rereading and rereading her name. He had read millions of letters with similar gratitude and support for them but somehow this letter felt different. He can truly feel the sincerity, a bit formal but still sincere. He also wondered if all the members received the same letters or each letter had a different message on it? It was a short message but it also felt very heartwarming. Suga thought that he’d ask J-Hope about it later. He didn’t know why but he had the raging thought of touching her hand. He wondered what happened to her during the accident she mentioned in the letter, he wondered what type of pain she felt, or what she felt when the doctors couldn’t save her voice, a thousand questions filled his mind as he kept staring at the girl in front of him.

He wanted to ask her, but he didn’t want to sound intruding. He instead took out the cap from his pen and wrote a note on her album and signed it. He handed back it to her and she accepted it with a blush. He smirked, “You’re the flame” he whispered to himself. She must’ve heard him as she turned her attention back to him while she handed the album to Taehyung. He looked at her and smiled, he mouthed “Fire” he didn’t know why he mouthed it but she smiled back and gave a nod, that was enough for him to give out a big gummy smile.

He somehow hoped that he’d be able to meet her again, but there it was probably impossible. Unless he tracks her down?

No, the management wouldn’t allow it. They should be on their best behavior, all eyes are on them especially now that their fanbase is internationally growing. But he really did want to see her again, was she from around here? Or did she have to travel?

Taehyung was still busy reading his letter, this was his chance to speak to her.

“Hey…”

She immediately looked in his direction, her eyebrows up lips pursed. “Are you from here?” he asked shyly. She only smiled and shook her head up and down, meaning yes?

The chance of meeting her again maybe wasn’t that impossible after all. Suga was about to ask her where she lives in the area, but she had already returned her focus to Taehyung, smiling widely at her.

“How sweet! Thank you, Athena, I will remember this” Taehyung beamed as he pocketed his letter. Suga wondered what was written on it. Athena was smiling shyly, surprised when Taehyung suddenly grabbed her wrist.

“This is for you as well, take care of it,” He said as he wrapped the silver bracelet he was wearing earlier on her wrist. Suga felt stupid for not giving her anything to remember him by, but she probably had a lot of their merchandise right?

He saw her blush as she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. Taehyung must have really liked her letter for him to give her his bracelet. She observed her new gift with sparkling eyes, a smile so big that her cheeks bunched up together. She bowed and mouthed a thank you at Taehyung who copied her by mouthing the word welcome as well. She then took her album from the table and waved goodbye.

“She was sweet, wasn’t she Hyung?” Taehyung mentioned

Suga only smiled when the next fan came up to him. “Oh my gosh! I was so stupid! I didn’t take a picture of you and Athena! I totally forgot!” the girl pouted in disappointment. Suga made a confused look “excuse me?”

The girl looked at him with an embarrassed look on her face. “Oh I mean the girl before me, Athena, she mentioned earlier that you were her bias, so I planned on taking a pic at least for her. I totally forgot!” she then slapped her forehead.

Suga blushed, bowing his head. “I am?”

The girl shrieked “Yes!! Well, that’s what she said earlier, I only met her here so I don’t know much about her but she said we could be friends so…why not right?”

Wow, this girl is a talker.

Suga took the album from her, wrote something, and signed it. “Well, then could you do me a favor?” This is a risk he was willing to take.

Surprised, the girl eagerly nodded. “Will you keep it a secret?” he asked. This was risky. Overhearing their conversation Taehyung piped in. “What are you planning, Hyung?”

Suga leaned closer to him and whispered something in his ear, Taehyung only made an ‘are you sure?’ look. Suga shrugged his shoulders and motioned for the girl to come closer.

He had to make sure she wouldn’t tell anyone but Athena or else he’ll have to switch numbers again and the management will fry him. “The number I wrote on your album, give it to Athena and tell her the words “You are the flame”, she’ll know what it means” The girl intrigued nodded obediently, “but please do not tell anyone about this, I’m trusting you,” he said.

“Cross my heart” the girl beamed. He gave her a thumbs-up as she waved a goodbye and nearly jumped up and down towards Taehyung.

Taehyung only gave him a look that he knew that he didn’t approve of his plan but the few minutes of meeting her intrigued him so much that he was willing to risk his privacy just to meet her again. It was a bonus knowing that he was her bias, maybe that was why she was blushing the whole time? He had hoped she hadn’t noticed him blushing as well. Suga smiled to himself as another fan came up to him with eagerness.

“Athena” he whispered to himself...

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xiumin-on-this-shit · 4 years

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Take Care of You Pt 7

Thank yuh guys for dealing with my confusion on this💕

And thank you @heechuls-hair for being the true MVP💕

———

I feel him staring at me before I see him. My mind races as fast as it can to figure out who is sitting at the end of the bed, Minseok comes to mind first but then as last night comes into mind, so does the possibility of it being some one else. Without much option I slowly shift, sitting up with my eyes going to find what is causing the bed to dip.

It’s Chanyeol.

He turns slightly, greeting me with a small smile, and a small pastry bag. I accept the treat and find a doughnut inside. “I was going to wake you up as soon as I got here but I had Hyung’s voice in the back of my head scolding me. So instead I went and grabbed some breakfast, I know it’s not Soo’s food but I didn’t have many options.”

“How did you find me?” I wonder even though it is obvious Min has some sort of security system to let him know.

He chuckles as he munched on his own treat, “I know you pretty well, you were going to go some place you felt safe, this place is basically a massive panic room dressed up as an apartment.”

“Why are you here? Why didn’t Oppa come?”

“That’s actually why I’m here. Hyung got stupid last night and snuck out for revenge on the brats that attacked us in a fit of rage after you got away. Even injured, he managed to wipe most of them out without too much of a problem but he was clumsy. Someone spotted him fleeing the scene covered in blood, the police figured it out pretty fast and grabbed Jongdae and Hyung on their way here.”

“How is all of that possible?” I curse as I scramble out of bed, grimacing at the pain in my thigh, “I was only a sleep for a few hours!”

“Soo, it’s nearly 9:00 PM, you slept for 16 hours.”

My jaw almost hits the floor as I grab the clock on the bed side table, “What the fuck? Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“All of this has happened in the last few hours so unless you were going to bust into a shoot out, there is nothing you could have done.”

“What about now? What should we do now?”

He sighs as he rubs his face, “Grab your stuff and let’s go.”

“Right now we have two options. You can tell me that you are scared and want to runaway and I will hand over every penny in Minseok’s study so I you can leave and have a happy life. Or you can put on some pants and follow me down to the police station to lie to the cops so Minseok won’t even have to call his lawyers. It’s up to you.”

“What?”

“I was sent here to get you out of town and keep you under the polices’ radar for awhile before letting you go to live your own life, far away from Minseok.”

I panic, suddenly regretting my decision to run from the compound. Minseok was on his way to send me off, he must not want me any more. Tears prick my eyes, I do my best to fight them off and keep my pride, “If that’s what he wants. I’ll leave.”

“He doesn’t want you to leave, you fucking idiot!” Chanyeol comes around the bed and crouches down to gets into my space. “He thought you wanted to leave him after you found out. I tried to tell him that you still loved him but he wouldn’t hear it.” We both actually chuckle.

“He never wants to listen, does he?”

“Nope, as hard headed as ever.”

I stare at my hands for a moment, my fingers anxiously picking at my nails. Even so close to me, his eyes staring up at me I know he isn’t pressuring me towards leaving. He waits patiently for me think everything over, a kind smile on his face as always. “So, what if I said I didn’t want to leave? What do I have to do to help?” I wonder.

“Hyung needs an alibi, he doesn’t want to use any of our names cause they could just connect us to the crime and make things worse. You have no criminal record and aren’t in the system at all, you won’t raise any red flags. All you would have to do is walk in there and tell them he was with you all last night. You weren’t at the club, never even been to it. Easy as pie. A witness is always the easiest kind of evidence to fix.”

I wring my hands nervously, “but what if his story disagrees with his?”

“Not possible, Hyung doesn’t talk to the police, ever.” Yeol sighs, “Look Soo, I’m going against orders right now by offering you more than one option but you deserve to make your own decision on your future. Or you don’t have to decide anything! You could lay back in bed wait for Hyung to come back, I don’t know how long that could be but he would come back. Or I could take you to the airport right now so you never have to see any of our ugly mugs again.”

“Or?”

“Or you could put on some pants and go lie to the police.”

“How long would he be in police custody without me going down there?”

He shrugs, “He would hopefully be out by tomorrow but the police here have been gunning for him for awhile. They could stall him with other charges and get him on remand since he is such a flight risk for such a serious crime. He would be in jail and I know for damn sure you wouldn’t be on the visitor list. He would not want you to see him like that.”

I run my hands through my hair with a long sigh leaving my lips. I should just let him be. “How mad is he going to be at us?”

“Fucking furious. You’ve never seen him mad and I’m letting you know now it is going to be terrifying. Do you think he will hate me?”

“Never.”

“Okay, fine, let me put on some pants.”

He can’t hide the grin on his face, “Thank you.”

I climb out of bed, doing my best to hide my limp and from the way Chanyeol is staring I’m going with I’m not doing too well. In the closet I find a simple black t-shirt dress, an army green bomber jacket that belongs to Minseok, and a pair of converse. Chanyeol gets a phone call and steps out to the hallway as I step into the bathroom to apply a small amount of makeup.

“Okay, you look great, they are trying to take Hyung into booking before his lawyers get there and Luhan can only stall them for so long.” We rush out of the building to his magically fixed car down on the street. The police station is only five minutes away in the late night traffic, Chanyeol whips into the parking lot with ease and ushers me out just as quickly. The officer at the desk greets us politely, Chanyeol automatically demands a specific detective, I’m assuming the man who dared to arrest my Minseok.

We are asked to wait in the entryway until the detective is free. I’m shaking, only slightly, but enough for Chanyeol to notice. He places a large hand on my back for a small amount of comfort. I’m not nervous to talk to the police, this isn’t my first rodeo. I’m nervous to see how Minseok will react to seeing me here. He’s going to be so mad.

“Mr. Park,” An older man swaggers up to us confidently.

From Chanyeol’s cold reaction it’s easy to figure out who this is, “Detective.”

“Your boss really messed up this time,” The man taunts. “All it takes is one mistake to get caught. He let someone see him,” The detective laughs, “Rookie mistake!”

“We are actually here to fix the mistake you made once again,” Yeol snaps back with a growl.

The man raises his brows, “We?”

“Yes,” I stand, hand on my hip and my face set in a very pissed scowl, “We are here because you apparently have some person who saw my boyfriend Minseok leaving a murder scene? This is a joke right?”

“Your boyfriend?” He takes a step back, either surprised by my presence or attitude. “He hasn’t mentioned a girlfriend before.”

“Does he give you regular updates on his life in between you harassing him about ridiculous crimes?” I snap back.

“Last time I checked, nine young men dead is not a ridiculous crime.”

“No you are right, it’s a tragedy. It’s ridiculous that you think my Minseok could have done it. He was with me last night and most of today until I went to run some errands.”

His brows are in his hairline, “Really? We have a witness who saw a man that fits Kim Minseok’s description leaving the scene of the crime.”

I scoff, “And who would have a better idea of where Minseok was? Me, his girlfriend of three months or some random stranger that you probably convinced to describe him?”

“Are you accusing me of something?”

“That depends, are you accusing me of lying?” I step put to him, chin raised high. This isn’t the first time I’ve had to lie to police and I highly doubt this will be my last. With things like this it is all about attitude, if he can tell I’m not confident in my answers he will just keep asking more questions that I might not be able to answer. Which means I cant leave him any room to question me.

He gulps, his eyes moving to Chanyeol behind me, who I am sure is backing me up with his own terrifying glare, “Of course I’m not. I just wanted to make sure I heard you right. We have Mr. Kim in an interrogation room, we were about to bring him down to book him. I just need to hear confirm this story with him before I can do anything else, but as I am sure you know, he doesn’t speak to anyone without his lawyers present.”

“This is ridiculous. Just go in there and ask him what I made him for dinner last night. We were celebrating our 100 day anniversary, I made him pancakes.” I’m sweating slightly but I don’t think he notices. I know Minseok well enough that he would have demanded word for word from Baekhyun what we discussed, pancakes must have come up.

“Chanyeol,” Luhan’s voice echos from down the hall, “What are you doing here?” And then the pretty man’s eyes find me, toe to toe with the detective, his eyes turn to stone. He approaches us with his mouth set in a firm line, first he glares at the detective who quickly takes a few steps back. Chanyeol is the next victim of his hostility, “Chanyeol, I told you to keep an eye on Eunsoo, Hyung wouldn’t want her here. What are you two doing here?”

“She is bailing your friend out of trouble,” The detective answers, attempting to gain his confidence back. “I will be right back, I have to check in with Mr. Kim and the information Ms. Eunsoo gave me.” He turns away and rushes down the hall, sensing the killer vibes the smaller man is giving off.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” Luhan snarls under his breath.

“Lying to the police, what does it look like?” I snap back quietly, checking over my shoulder to make sure it’s clear.

He sighs, “Not you dear. I’m talking to the dumb fucking giant who has a death wish. Minseok is going to kill you! You are in enough trouble for putting this whole going out thing in her head and getting into a car accident with the most important person in your fucking car! Now you want to add putting her on the polices’ radar?”

“Hyung, I didn’t make her,” The giant points out. “I am sorry about the other stuff but Hyung was going to go to jail, I figured she had the right to know and help if she wanted to.”

The smaller man surprises both of us by punching the nearby wall, leaving a clear dent in the in plaster, “It doesn’t fucking matter what you thought. You had orders! You don’t go against orders!” Chanyeol does nothing but hangs his head and takes the verbal beating.

“What about what I wanted?” I jump to my friend’s aide, knowing most of this is actually my fault.

“Look Eunsoo, I hate to act like this in front of you when we’ve only met one other time but it does not matter what you wanted. He had orders.”

“Fuck his orders!” Both men step back surprised, “Minseok Oppa may have been keeping secrets about this stuff but he has never forced me to do anything I didn’t want to do. Chanyeol gave me the options so he could follow his orders but I wanted to come down here, he followed the orders I gave him and I might not be his boss but I’m pretty damn scary myself when I am forced to do things I don’t want to.”

“That she is.”

All three of us follow the familiar voice down the same hall Luhan had come from. Minseok is standing there with Kris and Jongdae, in dress pants and a black button up, just like Luhan, he looks none to happy to see me there but I don’t care. Without thinking I rush down the hall and into his arms, his grip around me is so tight I can’t breath but it just feels so right I can’t get myself to say anything.

“I just have one more question for you two,” The detective hums from behind Minseok. My love turns us both slightly to face the man, “If you two were just having dinner at home, why are both of you walking with a bit of a limp?”

I respond before Minseok has the chance to, “What we do in our bedroom is none of your business Detective.”

All four of my love’s friends struggle to hold back their laughs. Minseok and I give the blushing man curt smiles before Minseok turns to lead us down the hall to the exit. The others follow behind quickly, no one dare saying a word. We step out into the parking lot and he suddenly lets me go, taking a few measures steps away to look at me then to Chanyeol.

With his eyes narrowed on the giant he sighs, “Jongdae, will you please take Eunsoo back to my place? Take Chanyeol’s car.” Everyone tenses, knowing exactly what this means. I stare at Minseok dumb struck for a minute, he’s kidding right? He isn’t going to hurt Chanyeol after we saved him from going to jail, he can’t just expect me to let him.

“Excuse me?” I question with a scoff, “You aren’t just handing me off.”

“Eunsoo, I have to take care of a few things first.”

“Last time I checked you promised to take care of me, that I was your top priority.”

He is looking at anything other than me, “ You are. You always are. I have to do this for you.”

“This thing you are about to do for me, isn’t for me, it’s for your fucking pride. You’re just pissed that Chanyeol didn’t listen to you!” I know I shouldn’t yell, that I’m poking a bear but Chanyeol is the first friend I’ve had in a long time and I know how much it would hurt Minseok if he did this to his own friend, even if it’s because of me. I step into his space, my skin buzzing with anxiety, “I’m not letting you do this.”

He steps away, “This isn’t up for discussion, now go with Jongdae.”

Jongdae steps up, he attempts to grab my arm but I pull away, “Jongdae, I like you but don’t fucking touch me. I’m not going anywhere without both you and Chanyeol.” I run my fingers through my hair and take a deep breath before I loose my shit. Against my better judgement I step into his face again, I just need him to look at me. He be as cold and hostile as he wants when he isn’t looking at me, I’d be an idiot to not know I’m his soft spot. “If you really love me, you could at least fucking look at me!”

And he does. His eyes are no longer cold, angry yes, but never cold when they are on me. “Don’t you ever question how much I love you,” He warns as harsh as he can when speaking to me. “This is not the place to talk about this.”

“Then lets go somewhere else and fucking talk.”

“Fine.”

He gives all of his men a sharp look as he leads me into the parking lot to a car I don’t know. I turn on my heel the moment I notice Chanyeol heading a different direction with Kris, “No. Chanyeol is with us.” Minseok raised a brow at me but I don’t falter, “With us.”

Both Chanyeol and Kris let out a relived sigh as Chanyeol is permitted to ride with us while Kris is given his keys to meet us where ever we are going. Minseok sets me in the back with the giant while him and Luhan sit up front, I am quick to assume that my love is hijacking the others car because of the accident. Next to me Chanyeol gently elbows me, drawing my attention to him. He gives me a thankful look while offering me a sly fist bump.

From the direction we are headed I can assume we are headed back to the clubhouse I escaped from earlier, I wish things weren’t so hostile so I could talk to Chanyeol about how I finally met Baekhyun but now doesn’t seem like a great time to mention it. The whole car ride is in silence, the only sound is from outside the car, the faint sound of rain on the windows and other cars passing by. I find myself staring into the same darkness as the night before. The same lights come into view but unlike last night I am able to fully appreciate the compound in front of me without running into it. Chanyeol seems to read my mind next to me, giving me an apologetic smile.

The compound consist of 4 large warehouses, a 12 foot electric fence, and the same guard station I rolled through last night. The guard bows at the sight of Minseok through the window, allowing us in immediately. Minseok parks the car out of one of the warehouses, once he is out of the car he is at my door helping me out. I signal for Chanyeol to keep on my heels as we head inside through another armed guard and two security door until we find ourselves in the same living area as last night.

“If I let you go, do you promise not to escape?” Minseok half teases.

I shrug, “We’ll see how this conversation goes.”

His jaw clenches as he releases me to turn to the giant right behind us, “Chanyeol.”

As if on command, the tall man drops to his knees and bows deeply, his forehead pressed against the ground, rambling off apologies, “I am so sorry to both you and Eunsoo. I would have never thought those kids would have done what they did but that is no excuse. I know you wanted me to take Eunsoo away but I just couldn’t. Eunsoo deserved the right to decide what she did.”

“Stop talking for once Chanyeol,” Minseok cuts him off. “Sit up.”

Chanyeol obeys.

Minseok sighs as he stares down at him. He walks into the kitchen and opens a random drawer, pulling out a sliver hand gun. My eyes go wide as both him and Chanyeol act so calmly about it. “Chanyeol, do you understand what rules you have broken?”

With his head hung, Chanyeol nods, “Yes.”

“Woah, woah, woah, hold the fuck up!” I step in between the two, not caring about the gun in Minseok’s hands.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you cuss this much.”

I scoff, “I’ve never had to talk you out of killing someone. What happened to talking about this?”

“Disobedience is punishable by death,” Minseok informs me. “This is how I run my business. Just like those boys who hurt you, they disobeyed, they died. Now the same goes for Chanyeol.”

“Shooting a group of down and going against orders to bring me to the police station are two very different things!”

“You don’t understand, my love.”

“Than explain it to me because unless someone is holding me down kicking and screaming, I am not letting you hurt him.”

For the first time since I’ve met him, Minseok looks frustrated, “He put you in the spotlight. The police know about you now. They are going to watch you like a freaking hawk from now, they will try to use you against me or even try to turn you against me. And who knows who will find out about you after that, other gangs, our enemies, anyone and everyone who is not on my side will try to come after you. Because of him!”

I step closer to him, “Than you’ll protect me. I’m not scared of the police. I am afraid of loosing you. And of loosing Chanyeol, and Kyungsoo and the other friends I made because of you.”

“Since I did a great job of protecting you last time. You have a hole in your leg.”

“I mean, I’m still here, aren’t I? I would say you did a pretty good job.” I give him a hopeful smile.

He sighs, “But he didn’t listen to me. He had orders.”

“As I said before, fuck his orders! Do you think his orders could have stopped me from doing whatever I wanted to do? No! He offered me all the money in your office and ride to the airport because that’s what you ordered him to do. He followed his orders as far as I’m concerned. That is unless you were expecting him to take me there kicking and screaming?”

“No, of course not.”

“Than I don’t see what the problem is,” With one last step we are standing toe to toe.

His hand comes up and cups my face, his thump gently caressing my cheek, “The problem is I’m scared. I haven’t been afraid of anything since I was a child and now I have this overbearing fear that something is going to happen to you or you are going to leave me. I can’t handle that. You ran away from me and I just felt so much emotion that I lashed out. I was heartbroken. And I understand why you left, I don’t blame you, but I do blame him for bring you back into it.”

“I didn’t runaway, well not really, I just needed time to think everything over. If I wanted to leave, I wouldn’t be here now, I wouldn’t have gone to our home and crawled in our bed, I would have ran with just the clothes on my back. But I didn’t because I love you.”

As if a giant weight has been lifted off his shoulders, he lets out a sigh and smiles, “I love you too.” He drops the gun and fully takes me in his embrace, his one hand guides my face to his into a much needed kiss. All of my anxiety disappears as our bodies press together, fitting like jigsaw pieces.

Someone clearing their throat brings us back to reality and the crowd that has gathered around the room. I glance around to realize all 10 of Minseok’s other friends have joined us, I bury my face in my love’s neck to hide my blush, laughing awkwardly.

“So from the look on Hyung’s face I take it she talked him out of killing you,” Baekhyun screeches cheerfully from behind me. I pull away to look at him and Chanyeol, both staring up at us hopefully.

I look back at Minseok with my brows raised, “Yes.”

“Yes,” Minseok agrees with a sigh. “But only because you made the decision. If he ever tries to pull the same shit with the club again, I won’t be as forgiving, everyone understand?”

“Yes, sir!” The room responds before rushing over to Chanyeol to hug him tightly. I pull away from Minseok to join the line, excited when it is my turn to hug the giant.

He beams at me, “Thanks Soo.”

“I figured it’s the least I could do, I mean without me, how would you survive?”

“I wouldn’t. Now, as much as I would love to give you a big hug, I just barely escaped death row. Lets not test Hyung’s patience,” The whole group looks over at Minseok who is eyeing the lot of us suspiciously.

“Good call.”

……….

Six months later

“This is a joke right?” Minseok snickers over us, glaring down at the half a dozen of us sitting around the living room table. We all freeze, our eyes wide both surprised and doing our best to look innocent. “I believe there is meeting in ten minutes with the group from Japan at our building ten minutes away. Why are you all in my home?”

“I believe the real question is, why are you home?” Kris is the only one brave enough to point out. And he earns a solid kick in the ass from the smaller man for opening his mouth.

“Because I am the boss and can delegate my work to my underlings, which is why Luhan, Yixing, and Suho are there. You are all supposed to be there as well for back up, not playing games in my house with my fiancée.”

Baekhyun does his best to suppress a smile as he mumbles, “He’s just mad cause he wanted to come home and play with her.”

“Fucking out!”

I sit down on the couch, dying of laughter as Minseok pulls a gun on the lot of them to shoo them out of our home. They all throw their cards in their rush, Kyungsoo almost in tears, I’m sure he had a good hand for once. Sehun and Kai’s long limbs are stumbling over one another’s but they finally make it out the door with Kris, Jongdae, and Kyungsoo on their tails.

“See you late Soo!” Chanyeol yells over his shoulder as he also makes it out the door.

“Baekhyun!” I call as the man reaches the threshold. A small black pistol is lying where he sat moments ago, I pick the hunk of metal up with my long shirt sleeve and rush it to him.

“I don’t have germs,” He teases.

“I don’t need my finger prints on that thing for as often as you loose it. Who knows what kinds of crimes it could be linked to.”

“Even I don’t know how much blood is on that gun, lets keep it that way,” Minseok interrupts us by slamming the door in the others face. He sighs, “Just one day, I would like just one day to not see those assholes. If they aren’t bothering you, they are bothering me. They need lives.”

I chuckle as I drag him back into the living room, “You love those assholes.”

“I do, but I would rather come home to just you, hopefully you’d be wearing something sexier than your work uniform, not that you don’t look beautiful,” He looks down, giving me an appreciative grin.

“Well, since I picked up that lunch shift today I have all of tomorrow off. So how about we redo this? You go pretend to come home again and I’ll put something a bit more comfortable on?”

His grin widens, “That sounds like a wonderful idea.”

#exo #d.o #xiumin #kai #sehun #kyungsoo #chanyeol #kris #suho #take care of you #luhan #well baekhyun is #baekhyun fluff

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A Stranger in a Crown (part two)

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Huge thanks to my betas @minky-for-short and @spiky-lesbian! Love you both!

Trigger Warnings: Discussion of a Juno/Diamond past relationship and all that implies, references to drug and alcohol use, references to suicidal thoughts. But! Happy ending guaranteed!

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The waiting was the worst part.

Juno almost wished the queen would just tear him to pieces in front of the entire ball and have done with it, throw as many bottles at him as she liked. They’d shatter so prettily on the parquet floor. They could call them a feature and before the month was out, broken glass would litter the floor of every noble ballroom on the planet.

Even that would be better being yanked to her side as soon as he came within reach, black dirt from the garden still clinging to his heels, with not even a word. Just the black fury seeping out of her skin and staining the air between them, the set of her jaw that fired old instincts to run and make himself as small as possible and hope the storm would pass. She marched him around like that for the hour that remained of the party, like a dog on a leash. Juno took the hint and kept quiet through the painful conversations with dignitaries and councillors, all pretending not to see just how hard the queen was gripping the princess’ arm or the depths of volcanic rage clearly showing through the cracks in her make-up.

And, as the grand clock that still worked on real gears and springs like in the olden days chimed out the first hour of the new day, those guests not yet rendered completely useless by drink all stood to attention, waiting politely. Juno felt eyes pierce his skin in little pinpricks and he swallowed hard, looking down.

They were waiting for the announcement. This was the ball to celebrate his betrothal, after all, and there was still one role left conspicuously unfilled. This was the last chance and of course it only made sense for the queen to leave it until this last moment, the perfect flourish, only right and proper.

But Sarah Steel only clenched her teeth tighter and made a dismissive gesture to the herald, signalling the end of the ball. A ripple of surprise and confusion ran through the crowds still left on their feet, murmurings bubbling up as the queen marched Juno from the hall without so much as a closing pronouncement, Benten running after them and only just slipping through before the heavy doors boomed shut.

Well, Juno thought bitterly, at least they’d have something to talk about on the journey home.

It was clear immediately that they weren’t going to the twin’s room. Apparently Juno had fucked up so bad that this dressing down could only take place in the throne room, dark and silent now but for the intense lights that were always kept on, framing the throne itself.

It was an undeniably beautiful thing. Made of silvered wood, the kind that only grew on Harpyia, so it glowed with a faint bioluminescence, it was carved in the shape of vines thick with butterflies. The wings of each and every tiny insect was inlaid with jewels and rich pigments that hadn’t faded with the years. When the queen sat on it to hold court, looking like some mystical creature of the forest, the kind that were said to have lived on Harpyia in its earliest days, she was equally as beautiful. But she never looked further away from his mother.

It just looked imposing now, with the vast hall around it empty but for the three of them, their footsteps echoing on the floor, the queen’s determined and purposeful, Juno’s dragging, Ben’s hurried and frantic.

Eventually, she let him go, once they were at the foot of the small stairs that lead to the platform, perfect for the ruler to look down from. Juno was overbalanced when she stopped him and almost fell, the heel snapping off his shoe in his attempt to right himself.

“Juno,” she snapped, as Benten rushed to help him but was stopped in his tracks by a flick of her fingers, “What is that?” Her other hand snapped out to point up the stairs.

Juno didn’t understand, trying not to visibly shake even with the panic rising, “I...I don’t…”

“What is that?” she repeated again, more force in her voice.

“The throne?” Juno guessed, feeling his pulse behind his eye. His instincts shouted at him to please her, to do or say whatever it took to calm her anger, but it was so hard to do that when he didn’t know where she was going.

“Exactly,” her voice dripped with sarcastic praise, a parody of a schoolteacher with a young child, “And what exactly does that throne mean, Juno?”

Juno shook his head, mouth opening and closing as he tried to think of an answer that would pacify.

“No answer for me, little monster? Not a single word on what this throne, with all its history and all the people depending on it, means to you? But you still claim to be my heir.”

Juno felt tears burn in his eye. He hated this, he hated that she could still do this to him, that he’d never been allowed to be anything other than a child no matter what he looked like on the outside or what they also paradoxically claimed he was ready for.

“I’m sorry…”

Sarah shook her head, no interest in hearing it, “I know you had your reservations about tonight but I thought you were willing to make the sacrifice for our planet and our people. I thought you’d listened, all the years I did my best to raise you so you’d be ready. I forgave your embarrassing lapses, telling myself that you’d grow up one day and you’d see…”

“I left for an hour, that’s all!” Juno burst out, unable to swallow the unfairness of it all.

“An hour,” the queen raged at him, “An hour plus five years of dragging your feet, turning back fine suitors I would have killed for when I was your age, ignoring your responsibilities while we’re recovering from a goddamn war.”

Juno trembled, now it was the truth of what she said that burned, “I...I’ll do it, I’ll pick someone…”

“Too little and too goddamn late,” the queen snarled, “Ever since you two were born I’ve had to do this on my own and shield you from the wolves at our door. Keeping a broken country running while people like the Kanagawas lick their lips and eye us, dodging the snakes in my own palace. All on my own. No one will take that throne from me when I have worked myself hollow for it, not Min Kanagawa, not Lord Takano, not my own selfish little princess. Do you hear me?”

“Jack…” Ben murmured, frowning, but he may as well have been on a different plane of existence to Juno, who could only see the queen.

“Mother, I…”

“No,” she shook her head, nearly dislodging the grand crown from her head, having to stop and fix it before centuries old gold and diamonds could clatter to the floor, clinging to it like the shadows she saw might rip it away at any moment, “I tried, Juno. Know I tried to work with you and give you some agency in this. I tried so hard…”

Tears that hadn’t been there a second ago were suddenly visible in her eyes, shining like the gems she gripped so tightly. Juno jolted, seeing his mother standing before him, the mother who had told him stories about the harpies and the butterflies, who’d kicked away her shoes after endless balls and dinners and galas, exhausted, and sat between her sons’ beds to make them laugh with court gossip and the antics of drunk rich people. But then she blinked and was gone, only the queen remaining, cold eyed.

“I received a message two days ago, one I wasn’t going to share with you but you’ve left me no choice, Juno,” she spoke with as much ice in her voice as in her gaze, “Diamond put forward a request for consideration as your spouse. And I will accept.”

Juno felt the oxygen leave him all at once, like the floor had disappeared out from under him “No…”

“Mother, you can’t!” Ben sobbed out, horror on his face.

“The bride price they offer far outstrips anyone else’s, even the Kanagawas,” the queen continued like she couldn’t see them, sounding rehearsed all of a sudden, like she’d been practicing this in her head all night, “Their family is powerful, with influence that, true, others could match and exceed but it comes from within Harpyia itself. We could become stronger. We can’t make our little rock any bigger but goddamn it, we can make it something to be reckoned with. And marrying them will give us that. That’s all they ask, Juno, just you, nothing else.”

Juno couldn’t hear her, he was spiralling, unable to hear anything through rushing air and the throb of old bruises, “Please...mother, please…”

“After everything they did to Juno?” Ben’s tears were falling thickly, dripping onto the shadowed floor, “How they hurt him? How can you be so heartless, mother...”

The queen turned the full force of her glare on him, “I am doing what needs to be done to save this planet. As apparently you and your brother won’t.”

Juno had seen Ben angry before, it had always looked so out of place on his sweet, gentle face, so clearly made to smile. And this kind of wounded, aching fury looked even more strange.

“You have no idea how much he does,” getting the words out was a struggle, his voice tight as a drum, brimming with the anger of a child who has been lied to, “No idea.”

And he turned and fled the room, fled the shadow of the throne, his tears leaving a trail on the floor.

Juno looked but couldn’t find enough of himself to call to him or run after him as he wanted to. He was too busy hearing angry voices that he’d told himself he didn’t remember, words he’d thrown and words that had struck him. He was remembering how the blows had come without warning, every time, as he’d broken rules he hadn’t known existed. He was remembering a year of nothing but fear and hate, when the way out had been behind him the whole time but he’d never looked.

The queen wasn’t wrong. Diamond had been- and apparently still was- a figure of power in Harpyia, even if it was a kind of power that most wouldn’t look too closely at. There had been an official face of their family, a good name, structure and commerce as the scaffolding to the true reason why the heads of much older, more wealthy nobles bowed when they entered the room. They were part of Harpyia’s foremost organised crime family, one of the many that bred in the poorest parts of the city. But this monster had gorged itself during the war, pulling the right strings and putting money in the right places to grow and swallow others until they were the largest and richest and, as far as they were concerned, only. Diamond was their heir, the first born into the prestige and respect their dealings had acquired.

And didn’t they know it.

Juno had been fascinated since the first day he saw them, at a party much like that night’s disastrous one. And they had been fascinated with him in turn, bringing him close, making him feel seen in a way no one else did. Diamond hadn’t cared that he drank, that he did drugs, that he harboured so much black resentment in his heart. They’d listened to the things he couldn’t even tell Benzaiten, taking Juno’s chin in their fingers and promising the world was so much bigger, telling him everything he wanted to hear, feeding the bitterness and despair inside him even while Juno had believed he was happier than he had ever been. With Diamond, things had made sense. Juno hadn’t needed to face the questions and panicky chaos inside him because all he’d had to do was listen to Diamond. Diamond became everything.

And when Sasha, Mick and Ben had protested, saying it wasn’t right the way they treated him, the way they controlled him, that he’d been so close to getting clean before he’d met them and now he was in deeper than ever, Juno had felt sorry for them because they didn’t understand. They didn’t understand how happy he was.

Realising how wrong he was had been like shattering to pieces on jagged rocks hidden by the surface of the sea. The queen had exiled Diamond, banning him from the palace, once Benten and Sasha had brought her enough evidence of how he was abusing the crown princess. She hadn’t said that was why, of course, she wasn’t going to put her heir’s scars on display. But it wasn’t as if there was a shortage of legitimate reasons for their fall from the royal graces, they’d just been ignoring them up until now.

Putting himself back together and climbing back up the cliff face had been twice as painful as the breaking but he’d done it, in time for coming of age. And he’d actually started to be proud of himself.

And now he was falling again. As easily as that.

“We will announce your betrothal tomorrow,” the queen kept talking like Ben’s outburst hadn’t happened, “Diamond not being present at the ball will give us a good excuse for why we didn’t do so tonight and silence any gossipers. God knows some of them are bound to have seen you stumbling out of the gardens with mud on your skirts. There’ll be stories breeding like rabbits all through this palace. But this will set it to rights. This...this will fix everything.”

If Juno had been looking, if he’d been able to see or think or feel in that moment, he’d have heard the crack in her voice on the last word. He’d have seen another flash of his mother, looking as scared as her son did in that moment. He’d have seen a child in a crown, looking at the shadows on her bedroom wall and trembling in terror.

But he couldn’t. So he didn’t.

A guard must have been summoned to lead him to bed because the next time Juno could feel his heartbeat and the air moving in and out of his lungs and the wilted silk against his skin, he was leaning back against his bedroom door.

Growing up with the only space that was truly theirs being full of antiques and priceless, ancient furniture had been strange. There’d always been a disconnect, like their ancestors would come haunt them if they left a jacket on a thousand year old chair or something. So they’d tried to leave as much of a mark as they could, if only a removable one. There were posters on the wall and you could neatly divide the room by which brother owned which half, just by which bands and streams were represented where. Their clothes were chosen for them, for the most part, but in here they could wear sweatpants and soft jumpers and simple t-shirts and throw them on whichever part of the floor they pleased. Old toys they couldn’t bear to throw away were in boxes at the corners and there were books everywhere that would never be allowed in the palace libraries. They’d managed to give it the veneer of actually having two twenty two year olds living in it.

And Juno had always felt a little bit safer here. So now he was inhaling the smell of Ben’s hairspray and the cheap barbecue chips he was unapologetically addicted to and even the funk of their unwashed socks, he could think more easily. He could leash the panic and start to think.

And, as it had been all his life, his first thought was to make sure Ben was okay.

Juno waded into the room, taking off his dress and letting it fall carelessly, shedding everything that would remind him of the last ten minutes. He quickly dressed in something comfier, pyjama bottoms patterned with characters from a cartoon he hadn’t watched since he was six, a loose top that hung off his shoulder. He shed all the jewellery like a snake changing it’s skin, leaving it all on the dresser though the more expensive pieces would need to go back in the vaults or back on display. His lady in waiting, Rita, would sort that out in the morning, she was good at keeping him on track.

The tiara should have gone with it all but, somehow, when he had it in his hands, he couldn’t let go. Instead he gazed at it for a moment, seeing his own face, puffy with tears and streaked in makeup, fractured and repeating over and over in the jewels.

What had Peter Nureyev seen in that face?

The more he thought about it, the more it felt like a dream. All he had to tell himself it was real was the dirt on his broken shoe and the memory of those other hands holding this tiara. Not much to hang a promise on.

But no, not now. Benten. Find Benten and comfort him, somehow. Tell him what had happened in the garden, tell him that everything would be okay, that he’d find a way to fix it all, even if it tasted like a lie. Then...then Juno didn’t know.

He didn’t have to look far at all, as it happened. He was putting the tiara down on top of his dresser when the door behind him opened. Still tense and bad memories clinging to him like burrs, Juno jumped, having to swallow down a scream but it was only Benten. His suit, done in colours to compliment Juno’s dress, was rumpled and had clearly gone beyond its natural lifespan, his make-up shedding from his face. Juno vaguely recalled a time when they’d been jealous of their mother, getting to go to all these wonderful parties that sounded so magical.

In the same instant, after a moment of looking at each other and feeling each other’s exhaustion, both of them spoke in perfect synchrony, “I need to tell you something.”

They had to smile a little at that, despite everything. Juno held out his fist with a questioning expression and Ben grinned tiredly, answering with his own. Three taps, Juno threw scissors and Ben threw rock.

“You always do that,” Ben observed distractedly.

Juno wasn’t going to point out that it was deliberate, motioning him to sit on his bed while he sat across on his own, “What do you need to tell me?”

Ben didn’t hesitate, setting his shoulders and looking directly into Juno’s eye, “You need to marry Mick.”

Juno was the one who couldn’t bear to hold his gaze, who couldn’t watch a man still half a boy give up nearly everything that made him happy with not a waver in his voice. He looked at his hands instead, clenched tight enough to turn his knuckles white.

“Benten...we’re not doing this…”

“Juno, it’s the only way. Everything mother said, everything about why she’s...doing this. Mick’s got all of that, his family’s here on Harpyia, they’re powerful. And Mick isn’t a goddamn abusive psychopath. We can take it to her before it’s too late and...and hell, even if she doesn’t agree, if we go and just do it she can’t argue and you’re safe-”

“Ben, I said no, this isn’t an option!” Juno protested, heart thudding hard enough to make him feel sick. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go, I’m supposed to keep you safe, not drag you down into it with me.

“Juno, it took you so long to get away from them, I won’t let you throw yourself away like that. It was bad enough when mother was marrying you off when you didn’t want to be but now...god, I don’t even want to think about what they could do to you.”

“But Benten…” Juno didn’t see how there were any tears left in him but his eye was wet all the same, “Mick is yours.”

His little brother, who he’d always seen as his little brother despite the mere half an hour between them, who he’d always admired for managing to hold his smile when it seemed impossible, who’d always believed in the best of people after so many had tried to prove him wrong, who’d shown more bravery in his optimism than anything that tried to take it away from him, he smiled with the sadness of someone so much older.

“Juno, he’s never been mine.”

And he understood then how it must have felt, to fall in love with one of your best friends, to find someone who understood you so completely and made you feel safe. And to also know they could never be yours, not really. Not in a way that anyone else would ever recognise. Because of something as insignificant as half an hour.

“It was nice to pretend and...and thank you, for everything you did, covering for us and all the times we switched clothes halfway through a party so I could dance with him twice,” Ben laughed but it was a hollow sound, like a recording of his usual laugh, “Remember that?”

“You always wore everything better than me,” Juno murmurs, his fingers numb now with how hard he was clenching his fists.

“But...Juno, you being safe and whole and...and well, maybe not happy but, god, not living in fear of your life, that matters more to me than playing pretend,” Ben turned a bracelet around his wrist over and over again, “And Mick...maybe it’s for the best. It’s not going to hurt any less the longer it goes on, right? And I meant what I said to Mother, you’ve already sacrificed everything. If I can help you with this one thing then...then at least it’s a start to making up for everything you’ve had to do.”

Juno looked up at him, voice soft, “Benzaiten…”

His brother coughed slightly, clearly it was becoming more difficult to keep his tears as the lump in his throat, “You know, I found it hard to get until those nights, where I’d become you and you’d become me. When the guests all thought I was you...they treated me so differently. They looked at me like they were waiting for something, like they expected something from me and every second I didn’t do it, I was a disappointment. But I didn’t even know what they wanted! I felt that weight on my shoulders you must feel every second of every day and...god, it was awful. I’d always resented the way I didn’t matter if you were in the room, I never wanted to say it but I did, deep down. I used to hate being the spare. But after five minutes of being you, I’d much rather be invisible than carry that weight on my own.”

“You’ve never been invisible to me,” was all Juno could think to say, “To Sasha or Rita. And definitely never to Mick.”

Ben looked grateful that he’d said that, it seemed to give him the strength to swallow and say, “Let me make the weight a little smaller, Juno. It’s all I can do.”

A small part of Juno he didn’t want to believe existed whispered how easy it would be. Depending on how much was already agreed between her and Diamond’s family, the queen might be furious but Ben was right, the Mercury name had everything Diamond’s did but with more legitimacy, she’d have to forgive them in time. And Mick was kind. He would never do anything unless Juno asked. And, in time, after the performance and the heirs and spares the kingdom demanded, maybe he’d even become fond of him in a way he wasn’t right now. Maybe he’d have something like love in his life. He’d never have to find out what was in the galaxy he could see as points of light in the darkness, he’d never have to risk anything. He could stay in this broken system that had hurt him so much already and try and scratch something good out of the poisoned earth. But he’d know where he was and who he was.

It was more tempting than Juno wanted to admit.

But he was an older sibling, down to the bone, it was the only part of himself he’d ever been proud of. And he wasn’t about to watch Ben make such a sacrifice for him.

Not when there was a chance they could do something together.

Juno stood and moved to Ben’s bed, sitting beside him and putting an arm around his shoulders. The dam burst then, as he’d known it would, his brother weeping against his neck while he held him tight and rocked him gently. He had a vague memory of their mother doing something like this for them, when they would skin their knees or a favourite toy broke or when she would have to go away for a while. But after she’d changed, after the mask had become impossible to tell apart from her real face, Juno had become the expert in making his arms feel like a shield.

Eventually Ben ran dry and he was just leaning against him, sniffling softly, “So you’ll do it? Please?”

“No,” Juno said simply.

Ben growled in frustration, shoving him away, “For fuck’s sake…”

“Will you give me a second?” Juno sighed, catching his hands and holding on to them, “Let me explain. I won’t marry Mick. But I won’t marry Diamond either.”

Ben frowned, eyebrows knitting together, “What…”

And Juno told him everything. How he’d been in the middle of a panic attack when Rex Glass had appeared like a fairytale prince, taking him outside. He told him about the kiss, the jewellery in his pockets. And he told him about the offer, about the tiara.

Well, he told him almost everything. He kept Nureyev’s name as Rex Glass, realising what a gift it had been to hear his real name. Juno Steel kept his promises where he could.

By the time he was done telling it all, Ben was looking at him like he’d looked at him the fair few times Juno had snuck back into the palace, steaming drunk, and collapsed over his legs just before dawn rambling about nonsense.

“Juno, that sounds fucking insane,” Ben said warily.

“It does,” Juno nodded, “But just because something sounds insane doesn’t mean it is.”

“Well no, but it’s a fairly good indicator…”

“If you don’t believe me, go check the queen’s jewellery box. You and I both know her bedroom and her office are the most fiercely guarded places in the palace, especially after the night I lost my eye. You know she’s been tripling security nearly every month, Sasha told us so. If Glass isn’t who he says he was- I mean, the second time around- then there's no way her jewellery would be missing, right?”

Ben absorbed that, nodding slowly, “Yeah. Yeah, I guess.”

“Then go see,” Juno spread his hands, “Go see, come back and tell me.”

Ben seemed to come back to himself more, now that he had a task to complete and a mystery to intrigue him. He jumped up almost eagerly, throwing off his ballroom attire much like Juno had, not really caring for it’s crumpled finery. Rita would have a fit the next day, Juno knew, she took the abuse of any pretty fabric as a personal offence.

Once he looked like Benzaiten again and not Prince Steel, he made for the door, only freezing right at the last moment, when his hand was on it.

“Ben?”

“I’m just…” he chewed on his lower lip, “I’m not sure I want to see mother right now. I don’t want to pretend like everything’s okay with her after...after what she said…”

When you said something so many times, when you fell into comfortable, familiar patterns of speech, you often missed your own eccentricities. But one thing that Juno noted every single time it happened was how, to him, Sarah Steel was the queen and, to Ben, even now, she was mother.

She had two faces, that was the commonly whispered gossip in the quieter corners. When they said it, they were referring to how quickly her moods changed, how she could be their wise, benevolent queen one minute and, the next, the paranoia would show and she would become someone much more sinister. Juno wondered if they knew how right they were in their idle gossip.

The problem was Juno only saw the queen, cold and fiery by turns, focused only on securing their future and making their people safe in her misguided ways. Ben could still see their mother, who loved them and shared her secret jokes with them and did everything to protect them. And neither of them were wrong and neither of them were right. But how could you see something that was turned away from you?

Juno sighed softly, “Benten, I don’t want to make things difficult for you…”

Ben set his jaw, stopped his quivering lip, “No. You know what? If I see her, I’ll tell her the exact same thing. I’ll tell her she’s wrong to do this to you. And if she doesn’t like it then she can be mad.”

Juno’s mouth tugged up at one end and he felt a warm glow in his chest that, after everything he’d been through that night, was like balm on an angry burn, “Just don’t get yourself grounded.”

Ben wasn’t gone for very long, all of their bedrooms were in the same royal suite. But it felt even shorter than it was, with Juno thinking about the kiss Nureyev had left him with. A silly thing to focus on, when so much was at stake, but it soothed him. The way he’d been held, the way he’d been able to be the small one who’d needed comfort. The way Nureyev had kissed him like there was nothing else he’d rather be doing. The way he’d looked at him after they’d drawn apart and Juno knew he was seeing him. Him, not the dress or the jewels or the tiara or the name. The way Mick looked at Ben, the way Juno had always been so jealous of because he’d known he could never have it.

But there it was. And Juno just couldn’t let it go.

Then Ben was crashing through the door, eyes wild, and his thoughts were interrupted, “It’s gone! Every single one, just like you said! And I asked the guards, they have no idea, no one’s come in or out!”

Juno breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn’t realised he’d been holding. He realised then that he had no clue what he’d have done if the jewellery had been there and it really had all been a dream. He’d just believed, completely and utterly, in Peter Nureyev and never imagined he might have been lying.

That was new.

“Mother’s going to go apeshit…” Ben was shaking his head in amazement, like a puppy with burrs in it’s ears, “Your thief better be coming back before she realises or he’s going to get his head put on a spike…”

“Come on,” Juno rolled his eye, “She’s not gone that far yet...was she there?” He had a sudden sense of having very little time, like Diamond might come knocking at the door at any moment.

Ben paused in his frantic amazement, frowning a little, “Actually she was still in the throne room. Shouting at someone. Jack, I think.”

Juno felt like he should be more concerned about that but he was too busy feeling the kind of hope he’d thought had died around the age of seven.

“I can’t believe this,” Ben flaps his hands in front of his face, pacing back and forth.

He looked like he had whenever their mother would reach the climax of their bedtime story and the heros would be dangling over the precipice or facing down something with slaver stringing from it’s teeth. Back when she had the time, she’d been excellent at telling stories. Back when she’d had time to live lives other than her own, when she hadn’t been the one facing monsters that may or may not be shadows on the wall.

“You’d be the heir,” Juno nods, heart pounding, “You could marry Mick, for real.”

That seemed to hit Ben with the strength of a sledgehammer, hearing it out loud, hearing it be spoken by someone he trusted implicitly. He practically staggered, hands going to his hair and stroking through it rapidly like he needed something to hold on to.

“Oh…” he murmured, eyes clearly seeing something else, watching what had always been a selfish dream become his possible future. “I could. We wouldn’t have to sneak around, we’d have an engagement party and everyone would know and it would be fine, we’d get married in the grand hall where they all do and it would make mother smile and she’d know we were safe and you! You’d be my…”

He stopped then, his face falling, his hope and excitement shattering like a broken vase. He looked to Juno, looking like he’d become ten years younger in an instant.

“You wouldn’t be there,” he murmured, voice small and far away like it was coming from another room, “You’d be gone.”

Juno closed his eyes tightly and took a breath, needing to steady himself before he could meet his brother’s gaze. He’d never found it easy to crack himself open and show others what was inside, even with Benten. How could he, when he was raised to do the exact opposite, to move through a prearranged list of tasks as effortlessly as a ballet dancer, never giving the impression that there was anything but clockwork in his chest?

But if this was going to be goodbye, he was going to fucking suck it up because that’s what Benzaiten deserved.

He stood and opened his arms, Ben crashing into them so hard they both were in danger of going flying. For a long few heartbeats, the two of them just held each other, as tight as they could, the kind of hug that could only happen between two siblings, between two people who loved each other so fiercely it hurt and who had also called each other every curse word under the sun.

“I won’t do this if you don’t want me to,” Juno murmured, voice muffled against his own shoulder, “You’re the other half of me, Ben, and I’m not going anywhere if you aren’t okay with it.”

“Juno…” Ben sighed, drawing back but putting his hands on Juno’s shoulders, gripping tight, “You’ve spent your whole life doing things for other people. You deserve this. And I’ll be fine, you don’t have to worry about me. I mean, I know you’re always going to…”

Juno chuckled wryly, “Yeah...can’t help it. It’s a big brother thing.”

“Only by half an hour!” Ben rolled his eyes, exasperatedly, “But whatever. I can stand on my own two feet, Juno. It’s time people realised that.”

Juno sighed a little guiltily through his smile. Maybe he had been seeing Ben as younger and more helpless than he was. Maybe it had been convenient for him to have someone need him in a way he could fix. He couldn’t solve the housing crisis or the poverty in Harpyia, he didn’t have magic words to turn back the queen’s paranoia. But he could hold his brother when he cried at night, he could swap clothes with him so he could dance with his secret boyfriend, he could tell him stories from their childhood to help him remember when things had made a little more sense. And maybe he’d forgotten somewhere along the way that Ben was clever, brave and would make a wonderful crown prince. Better than Juno ever could be, because he hadn’t grown up with the title and had it break him slowly in a myriad of tiny ways.

“But…” he shook his head, “I’d feel like such a coward. And...and you said, you said you hated being me at all those parties!”

Ben smiled simply. He did that so often, like the act didn’t cost him anything.

“So I won’t be you, Juno. I’ll be me.”

It was very hard not to cry then but Juno had done enough of that. Any more and he’d render himself useless.

“And you’re not a coward,” Ben added firmly, “That’s the last thing anyone can call you. It shouldn’t be down to one person to fix all this shit, anyway. It’s going to take time and effort and smart people who care.”

“But...they’re getting Mick Mercury?” Juno grimaced, finding it easier to not cry if he was joking. It was even easier a second later when he had the pain of Benten socking him in the shoulder to focus on, “Kidding, kidding. So...I guess that makes this…”

“No,” Ben said quickly, holding up a finger, “Don’t you dare. Not yet. Or I’ll cry and then we’re never going to pull this off.”

Juno smiled, nodding, more than a little relieved.

“Okay then,” the smile was back, almost blinding, “Let’s go get you a happily ever after.”

It had taken some time for the queen to wipe the regret off her face, some was still clinging when her sons assembled wordlessly behind her. But by the time she stood out on her balcony, it was gone, not a trace of it lingering.

The press and dignitaries assembled below her all turned their faces up as the doors swung open, like flowers moving towards the sun. A sun they needed, a sun that fed them but they would still snipe and gossip about her as soon as she set. She would love to see how they’d survive in a cold world with a dead sky.

The best of Harpyia was assembled below her, as well as the sweepings of the surrounding planets who were still here. Of course they were eager to hear what she had to say, after the debacle that had been last night's ball with no pronouncement. Perhaps she should thank her little monster. The delay had only fanned the flames and stoked the interest.

She could sense him behind her, standing next to Benzaiten as a perfect matching set. He’d turned his eye away every time she’d made to glance at him, since he’d been summoned to this announcement and hadn’t emerged from his room until that moment. If he hadn’t already hated her, these next words would set it in stone.

Inside the shell of what she’d become, Sarah Steel wept.

Outside the glass, the sun was making it’s slow, leisurely way below the horizon, the glow from the gardens was just igniting in long pulses like a heart waking up. Late for an announcement like this but it had taken a long time to assemble everyone important enough to need to be here. Not long by anyone else’s standards of course but for a queen, it was closer to night than she would have liked. Perhaps she could spin it as deliberate, so they could make these decisions in the glow of the years past, the same light their ancestors had been bathed in as they forged the planet they now stood on, some bullshit like that.

Of course it would give a lovely ambience to the drinks and canapes after, the circles of the ballroom Juno and Diamond would take so people could congratulate them and all those who’d dared oppose her recently could quake in their boots at the sight of the princess’ arm through that of the heir to the most powerful crime family. You gave me nothing, her smile would say when her lips couldn’t, so I found my own strength. Now fear what my planet will become.

It was the face absent from the crowd that concerned her more than that, however. Jack wasn’t anywhere to be seen when, by rights, he should be already doing what he did best, winning people to their side, smoothing the cracks. Likely he was off nursing his battered platitudes and niceties she’d torn through last night. Well and good, as long as he remembered who truly ruled Harpyia but that didn’t mean she would forget his absence.

She was done forgetting and forgiving.

She spoke in a loud, clear voice, the one she’d honed for years with her mother standing her at one end of the empty throne room and her at the other. She had nightmares about that sometimes, her mother’s voice booming at her from somewhere she couldn’t see, louder, louder, louder, Sarah. She spoke of the strength of Harpyia, how they would only flourish and grow in the coming years as Princess Juno moved towards his time on the throne with his new partner by his side. She put a lot of emphasis on the power and prestige of his betrothed, how their family was part of Harpyia, a hard working and dedicated family that showed the best of what their planet could be. A pit of snakes with venom dripping from their fangs, she corrected herself inside her mind, and I will step carefully. But oh, won’t it be fun to throw some of you bastards into that pit.

“And now to formally announce his betrothal, my beloved son and heir, your Princess Juno,” she moved smoothly to one side, to give her little monster a severe don’t fuck this up look before he spoke the pre rehearsed words he’d been delievered that morning, voice clear and bright and without a tremble.

And she was faced with empty air.

The queen was glad she was turned away so they couldn’t see the shock and dismay on her face. So they couldn’t see her look at Benzaiten, still standing straight backed and to attention, the barest flicker of a smile on his face and growl through gritted teeth, “Where the fuck is he?”

The two guards there purely for ceremony looked around, helpless, fumbling. The murmurs below began, quiet and rumbling as a river with hidden currents ready to pull you below and choke you. And Benzaiten only shrugged. He shrugged.

Not caring who heard now, the queen dispatched the guards with a curse, ordering them to find the crown princess and drag him up here whatever state he was in. She gave a bitten off scream of frustration and brought her palm down on the polished wood of the balcony’s railing, snapping two of her nails. She brought her heel down so hard it snapped off halfway up.

And inside, Sarah Steel prayed that her son was running hard and fast.

The garden really was beautiful. Juno thought it every time he sat here, no matter what or who he was occupied with, but it bore saying over and over again. It was beautiful. Harpyia was beautiful.

The gathering night put some coolness in the air. His dress was far less ridiculous than last night’s monstrosity of lace and petticoats but the sleeves were shorter, leaving his arms free to pepper with goosebumps as he sat on the bench and waited. His silent flight from the balcony, taking all the quickest, quietest ways he’d ever snuck in and out of the palace, hoping that everyone was too busy looking the other way to learn the name of the person he wasn’t going to marry, had left his heart writhing with leftover adrenaline.

But now he could just sit and take air in and out, feeling shreds of himself fall away and get snagged by the wind like petals. He would have to check in later and see what was left, see whether he’d lost anything he cared about. He doubted it though. He only felt lighter as the moments passed.

And then he wasn’t alone.

“Juno Steel,” the voice came from close by, “You can’t know how happy I am to see you here.”

“Same to you, Peter Nureyev,” Juno turned and smiled, he was sitting right beside him on the bench, “This is yours.”

He held the tiara out to his thief. It felt so light in his hands, far too light for the history it carried. The history he was giving away in this moment, as he moved from being the figurehead of a planet, the mannequin on which they dressed their centuries, to being a flesh and blood human being. Who could make mistakes and do things wrong but also learn and grow and make beautiful things out of it all.

Like falling in love with the man in front of him.

Nureyev barely even glanced at the tiara, already leaning in and kissing him. If Juno had harboured any worries that last night had been a dream, that he’d blown it up in his mind, that it would never be what he’d remembered in his stressed out, desperate haze, that kiss wiped them away in a moment. It was just as sweet and honest and full of promises that he believed Nureyev would keep. It made sense, in a beautifully simple way.

And as much as he wanted to sink into it, his ear was straining towards the palace, a shrinking distance away from them. Was that the trickle of the water fountain hidden in the middle of the maze or was it angry voices rising in volume? Was that the beat of butterfly wings above them in the canopy or footfalls on the gravel, running towards them?

Reluctantly, Juno pulled away as far as he could bear to which wasn’t very far at all, “We should go. I want a seat on that magical escape and I don’t fancy seeing you in the dungeons.”

“That’s a shame,” Nureyev gave a smile that flickered quick as a sparked match and Juno’s face felt hot like he’d been standing too close, “But you’re right. I came to steal you away and I do not intend to have this particular prize taken from me.”

Juno grinned, letting him pull him to his feet. Both of their hands, Juno’s right and Nureyev’s left, held the tiara as their fingers wound together. Perfect complementary shapes locking into place, the spun gold snug between them. All they had to do was keep a tight hold and not let go.

And run.

It was immediately obvious that this was Nureyev’s element. Like Ben dancing, like Rita at her comms, like the queen in her throne, this was where he was the brightest star in the sky. Sprinting through somewhere he wasn’t supposed to be, holding something he wasn’t supposed to have, making a breakneck escape, this was what he was made for. All Juno could do was hang on and grip his hand, letting himself be pulled along.

They weren’t going to be caught, he realised that after a minute, as Nureyev fearlessly dived into the thick woods that surrounded the royal grounds. The queen may as well try and catch lightning in her bare hands, it just wasn’t going to happen. A force of nature was a force of nature.

Which meant Juno really was leaving for good.

In between his own ragged breaths he wondered what Ben was doing right now. Crying probably, though Juno really didn’t want to think about that. But if he was, he hoped Mick was holding him tight against his chest the way he’d seen them do, where Ben could tuck his face against Mick’s collarbone. Mick had been there for the goodbyes, with the rest of them, with all of the people he actually wanted to say it to when he’d realised he had less than an hour to go.

Juno didn’t want to think about that too much, not right now when he had to depend on his lungs to pull in air and his eye to stay clear. The time for it would come later when he could sit and see the miles he’d put between his home and him clearly in his mind. For now, he just hoped that Ben was safe in Mick’s arms, that Rita was pulled into a tight hug, that Mick’s hurt anger had faded some. He could just hope that they’d be okay.

And in return, he would go and be okay.

The forests around the palace were so dense, they were rarely set foot in, the gardeners had long ago given up on taming them. Juno always remembered being warned away from it as a child, nanny after nanny and even their mother telling them firmly that the forest was not a playground and it would be so easy to get lost. They hadn’t listened, obviously, he and Ben, along with Mick and Sasha, had dared each other into them hundreds of times, sitting under the towering trees with their veins of bioluminescence and passing bottles of expensive wine and joints back and forth, telling ghost stories and seeing who could climb the highest.

But even they had never pressed in too far, staying where some sunlight could still trickle in between the leaves overhead. There was just something primal and terrifying about the true heart of the forest, something about it that still felt alien, no matter how long Harpyia had been colonised. Those trees and plants had been there long before any humans, seething there for centuries upon centuries, and it was easy to believe they still harboured a grudge.

Juno hoped it wasn’t too strong a resentment as he followed Nureyev deep into their embrace, feeling very at their mercy. But maybe they would understand. Maybe they could empathise with a princess running away from the same structures that had infected the planet that had once been theirs. Maybe they envied his legs to run with.

He must have had the right of it because the trees kept them well hidden, wrapping them in a veil of black leaves, stems throbbing with blue light like there were hidden rivers running through them. That was the only light they had, all the brightness of the setting sun completely banished by the thick of the foliage. Their own personal, premature night had fallen, lit only by faint stars in an array of natural, biological colours. But it seemed to be enough, Nureyev never stumbled once, even as the ground beneath them grew spongy and uneven and twigs started to snap under their heels like broken bones.

Juno was starting to curse his dresser. He obviously couldn’t dress for his escape, not when he was trying to make it seem like he fully intended to attend the pronouncement, not without arousing suspicion. He’d long ago learned how to run in heels and full length skirts, he was no amature. But even he was starting to suffer, points of agony flaring on the soles of his feet and he was sure the hem of his dress was a wreck.

And then Juno realised he was only noticing his hurts because they were slowing down.

Soon they came to a stop entirely, Nureyev pulling them into the shelter of the thickest, blackest trunk, the one roughest and most scarred with age. He was sweating too, lightly around his hairline, breath coming in soft, practised pants. That pleased Juno, it was good to see his thief really was human.

“This will do,” Nureyev kept his voice low, though sound would never carry here, “We can rest here awhile.”

“What’s the plan?” Juno wheezed, leaning against the tree. He still hadn’t let go of Nureyev’s hand.

Nureyev grinned at him, he clearly loved explaining his plans, seeing another person’s eye widening in awe at their brilliance, “They’ll be expecting us to run straight for the capital port. Or one of the smaller ones, if they have any regard for our intelligence. So instead we wait, out of range of sensors or signal jammers, give them time to exhaust all the obvious options and become panicky, become more reckless and heavy handed. Those heavy hands may come down with more force but it only makes the gaps between the fingers wider. That is when we slip through them in my own vehicle. Unregistered, untraceable and damn good at escapes. It’s been waiting here in these woods since last night with my supplies.”

Juno followed his easy gesture over to a particularly thick bramble patch. Only when he squinted and looked very closely could he see the glint of something chromatic, a bright flash of green, the edge of a wheel.

He grinned, “So we wait right under their noses, somewhere they can never find us.”

Nureyev gave him a languid smile, “Are you afraid of roughing it for a night, princess?”

“No more than anyone else. And call me Juno, okay?”

“Juno,” Nureyev repeated obediently, letting his voice slide over each syllable.

He sounded different, he’d clearly been wearing a voice as easily as he’d been wearing those clothes at the ball. It was all gone now, voice softened with the subtle accent of somewhere outer rim, the clothes just plain black pants and a tight black jumper, belt heavy with packs and rolls and concealed tools, no square inch of skin exposed that didn’t absolutely need to be.

Juno realised then that he found competency very hot.

Clearing his throat, he stood and pulled a twig from his hair. He let their fingers unwind, leaving Nureyev with the tiara, likely he had some place in that car to conceal his treasure.

“There’s hot pools just a little ways over there,” Nureyev was watching him carefully, a smile playing on his lips, “If you want to freshen up.”

“Yeah,” Juno felt adrenaline fuelled laughter bubble in his voice, “Yeah, I do look like I’ve been dragged through a hedge backwards, huh?”

“Please,” Nureyev sniffed playfully, “The hedge was Plan B. No, I just mean...if you need a moment.”

Juno gave him a grateful smile and steadied himself back on his own feet, “Sure. Feel free to join me.”

Certain his intentions had been made clear, he picked his way through the clinging leaves half gone to rot and the claggy, black mud. It wasn’t hard to follow the steam to the pools Nureyev had spoken about, close by just as he’d said. He must have spent months memorising the layout of the palace and the forest, he knew things even Juno didn’t after living here all his life.

Fingertips brushing the surface of the water told him they were plenty warm without being blisteringly hot. The mud made them black as night, no wind meant they were still as a mirror. You could so easily stumble right into them, never knowing they were there, if you didn’t spot the bioluminescent fragments of leaves floating on their surface.

It was a while before his heart stopped pounding and his breathing stopped coming in hitched gasps. Once it did, once the quiet of the forest settled into him like a plant growing roots through his veins, everything felt so fresh and new. Like up until now, he’d had wool covering his skin, stuffed into his nose and mouth, clinging to his eyes. Now it was gone, Juno could believe he’d never heard butterfly wings beating above him before, that he’d never smelled fresh earth, that he’d never really seen water running in perfect diamond droplets down his fingers.

The jewellery went first, rings, necklaces and hair pieces falling to the ground like stars. Then the eyepatch, it’s delicate lace and white satin instantly muddied. The gown next, a sweet off white waterfall of lace, specifically chosen to echo a wedding dress. Juno took great pleasure in pulling out a penknife (it was amazing what you and a dedicated lady in waiting could hide in such voluminous skirts) and sawing through the material just above his knee, freeing his legs should he need to run again, before hanging it over the bough of a tree and letting the sheaf of cut away lace flutter down to the ground. He had a sudden daydream of a mother fox snagging the loose material and using it in her den for her cubs. The shoes were completely abandoned, their white satin and pearl decoration ruined by the mud. If Juno had to run again that night, he would do it in bare feet.

Lastly, he hung his chemise and panties from the same black branch, shivering pleasantly at the cool air on his skin. It made for a shuddering contrast when he slipped into the water, felt it rise to the level of his throat, deeper than he’d first anticipated. The line between the heat and the cold was sharp, it could have been drawn on with a marker, and for a moment it was all he could do to close his eye and feel it all. He hadn’t known freedom would have such a distinctive taste to it.

He took a breath and submerged himself, letting the black warmth close over his head with a sensation not unlike being consumed by some beast, close enough that there was an edge of fear to the action. But then he was just floating, like a heart in a chest, for a moment that seemed so purely endless. Like he could just keep sinking, through the earth, through to nothing and never feel anything but peace.

Juno had felt something like that before, a version of that promise of a quiet eternity that wasn’t as clean and neat as this. He’d replicated it with drugs, with alcohol, with walking along the very edge of the palace roofs, knowing that all he’d need to do was take a step forward and the fall would stretch on forever. And there had always been a bitterness when it had faded, when he’d pulled away and the feeling had slipped through his fingers.

This time there was none of that. This time he rose up out of it gladly. Because Juno knew what was waiting for him up above was worth returning to.

When his head broke the surface again, Peter Nureyev was there a little ways away, hand resting lazily on the nearest tree but there was a hopeful kind of strain in his bright eyes. He was naked too, a bottle hanging from the fingers of his slack hand, the black leather of a harness hugging his slim, angular hips.

Juno had to laugh, “So when you said you kept your kit in that car...what part of thieving is a cock useful for exactly?”

Nureyev gave a disarming smile, relaxing at his positive reception, “For the part where you steal away pretty ladies to secluded areas in beautiful forests, obviously.”

The adrenaline reawakened in his veins as Juno hauled himself up out of the pool, already stirring before he even broke the surface, before the ghost of the warmth broke into tiny pearls on his skin. By the time he and Nureyev met somewhere in the space between them, he was half hard and had a moan waiting for when their lips met. He didn’t have a chance to feel cold because Nureyev was burning when he wrapped his arms around him, his skin prickling with a close heat.

Juno wondered cheekily if he got this way after all of his daring escapes. If after every one he had to find a shadowed corner, some kind of privacy, and tend to himself, pressing back sighs of release with his palm. He liked that idea. And suddenly he wanted to be around for every one after this point.

He let Nureyev lead, aware of the points of contact but not the movement between them, too lost in his lips and the slide of his tongue. His back pressed against the ground which was suddenly so soft, warm with whatever underground spring fed the pools. Nureyev’s hands were greedy things, at his hair then his broad shoulders then tangled in the hair on his chest then following the rounded valley of his hips. Juno felt appraised almost, climbing high on how clear it was that his thief liked what he touched and saw. He felt precious.

Kissing had never factored much into Juno’s other nights, at parties with heirs just as lost as him or beautiful servants who’d caught him when he was feeling lonely. But now that it was someone he wanted to kiss, he was addicted, moving in again and again after they’d snatched a breath of air, until both of their mouths were bitten and tender and everything tasted the same.

There was so little of Nureyev physically, he was all angles and bones, but somehow he was everywhere, wrapping Juno up so completely, it felt like he must have more hands than just the two. They were here, then there, then they were slick with cool gel and then, oh, they were right where they needed to be. Juno gasped, catching his lip on Nureyev’s pointed teeth and grinding hard into it. Nureyev gave a soft laugh and murmured something about impatience that was lost to a low groan as Juno’s thumb began to circle one of his nipples.

After it all, they’d ended up with Juno lying flat on his back, his knees the parentheses for Nureyev’s hips, his dirt stained hands splayed on his thin chest, their faces bare inches from each other, close enough that their noses could touch. Nureyev’s fingers were sunk deep into the earth, anchoring them both.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured into the moment’s pause before he pressed inside him.

Not your gown is pretty. Not your hair is lovely or your makeup or your crown. Nureyev saw Juno, only Juno, as stripped bare as he could ever be and saw he was beautiful.

And Juno realised he was going to follow this man to the very edge of the stars.

He pressed him forward with his heels, the need now beyond desperate. Nureyev complied, moving almost reverently, like it was a privilege to share his body, kissing him as he sank deeper and deeper until their skin met. He licked some of the water still beading on Juno’s cheekbone as he began to rock, slowly at first then steadily faster until it felt like they were running again, hearts pounding in their chests and breath misting in the air.

It wasn’t a fairytale. It was getting cold and Juno didn’t even want to think about where he’d be finding dead leaves in the morning, they were both giddy and giggling and trying new things in bursts of frenetic eagerness, too hungry to settle on just one thing. And, far sooner than either of them would have liked, Juno was gripping Nureyev tightly, pressing his face to his shoulder and gritting his teeth as he painted both of their chests. Nureyev fell with him a few moments later, gasping and groaning, sinking to his elbows as his strength left him in shudders and starts. Passionate but in a hectic way, messy and dizzy and grasping, not the tasteful fade to black at the end of a fairytale when everything was wrapped up neatly and everyone was on the path to their perfect future.

But it did feel like the start of something.

Juno thought about that as they washed off in the pools and wandered back to Nureyev’s car, wrapped themselves in blankets he pulled from the seemingly bottomless trunk and watched the stars from the backseat. He thought about it as he fell asleep listening to Nureyev tell him about all the famous heists and daring stunts that had been pulled off in this car, his head pillowed on his thief's stomach.

He’d never had the start of something before. He’d always had endings, he’d had destinations to chase, goals to achieve and once he’d done that, nothing. But there had been some security in that, at least he’d only ever had two options. Get there or fuck up. Success or nothing.

Starts were different. Starts could lead anywhere, there were a million options, all branching out into tomorrows he couldn’t see, roots of a tree that just went deeper and deeper. Any one of them could lead to heartbreak, any one could be a wrong turn. Hell, the way this was going, he could end up in a jail cell for the rest of his life. So many ways for this to be a shattering mistake.

But Juno slept better curled up on the back seat of the Ruby 7 than he had in any featherbed in the palace. He felt safer with Nureyev’s heartbeat and quiet voice than he had in years.

Juno would take a start every time.

The space port had a metallic, inorganic kind of stink to it, the smell of cluttered machinery, of too many kinds of homespun fuel, of rust and ill fitted parts. That alone marked it as not the biggest nor the nicest port on Mars but one of the smaller ones that clustered in places like Olympus Mons, stretching out like growing boils across the sands, even to the Cerberus Province. This one would be somewhere between those two extremes. The black market items weren’t on flagrant display on the tables but you got the strong sense that the merchants wouldn’t have to reach far to get a hold of them.

Juno was standing at one of the more reputable looking booths, a StarMail station, one of millions that could be found scattered all over Solar planets, even one or two on the outer rim. They all looked the same with their faded chrome and smiling AI attendant on a glitchy comms screen, the loud, colourful logo of a cartoon star with a mail bag slung over one shoulder, their promise to send all messages securely and safely to all corners of the system. This one was squatting between a booth selling rusted parts clearly scavenged from battlefields and a vendor selling wraps of some meat that steamed like burning tires and seemed to actually have parts covered in scaly chitin.

The funny thing about StarMail was, if you had the right codes on the right signal jammer, the kind that were only sold to certain individuals in certain seedy space ports, you could send something completely untraceable. Your message could have come from Jupiter or Mars or Brahma, anywhere in the solar system, bouncing around mischievously between all of these identical booths. All it took was a press of a button, under the guise of scratching your chest under your long trench coat. The one you’d just bought and fit you better than anything you’d ever owned.

But you still kept the same slightly too small dark sweater underneath it. Because your boyfriend had given it to you one damp, humid morning in the forest half a week ago and it still smells slightly of his cologne.

Juno kept the message short, it would be easier that way, just in case it did fall into the wrong hands. After all, there were several hundred million creds attached to it. Hidden, sure, but enough that you couldn’t be too careful.

For social projects. Housing, hospitals, anything that will help people. More to come. I’m doing good. Miss you. J.

He had to smile a little, as he sent it off and watched his words dissolve into pixels that blew away on a digital wind. It certainly was helpful that the palace’s email servers were the best, most secure on the market. Benzaiten Steel was probably the easiest person to send the funds of a stolen tiara, broken down and sold across the solar planets.

Juno had been half listening to the comms perched on the counter of the food stand, tinnily broadcasting the news in a sugary, bubblegum voice of whatever presenter they had this month. The usual stuff, the political and high society dramas that always raged through the celebrity stratospheres of the galaxy, barely touching the people below. Marriages and divorces on the same day, murders before breakfast the next morning. Amounts of creds hundreds of zeros beyond what he’d just sent off changing hands in seconds, forced or gladly frittered. Parties and balls and orgies, the fallout of so much money and so little sense. Big and flashy and grand and final. Countesses, stream starlets, mobsters.

And runaway princesses.

“The search continues for the princess of the outer rim planet, Harpyia, missing now for close to a week. Rumours abound despite the stony statements from the palace. Was Princess Juno stolen along with millions of creds worth of ancient royal jewels? Or did he flee of his own accord, taking the jewellery as recompense for years in the spotlight? Several stream studios are already in talks to tell the story of this runaway heir, even as it unfolds. Little concrete news comes from the planet’s current monarch and her staff but we think the sudden announcement of a hasty engagement between the remaining prince and one Lord Mercury speaks for itself, viewers! Keep watching for more on this unfolding rollercoaster. Or, well, watch it all played out on your screens in technicolour before too long!”

He allowed himself a smile, one that would still be hidden behind the scarf wound around the lower half of his face. It was dusty on Mars after all, especially out here in the shadow of the great mountain, with these cut rate domes.

There was so much to see in the Olympus space port, so many unique little pieces of life, so different from everything he was used to. He could have stayed and breathed in the rank smell of the charring meat and listened to the two traders off to his left exchange rapid fire insults he didn’t understand all day, endlessly fascinated by it all.

But Juno couldn’t hang around. He couldn’t linger and listen to the tragic, already mythologised tale of princesses gone astray, of glamour on the run and jewels worth more than stars going missing.

He had a ride to catch. And someone to catch it with.

You couldn’t park an infamous getaway car in the middle of a busy space port. They took a hoverbike out into the sandy wastes where Nureyev had stashed it, safely tucked out of reach of the city lights.

“Well, Juno,” he smiled his sharp toothed grin as he brought the engine to life and put his whole weight on the pedals, pressing them back in their seats, “We’re between jobs and we’re filthy rich with ill gotten gains. The entire galaxy is yours, my love. What would you like to see first?”

Juno knew exactly what he wanted to see first, though he wasn’t going to share it. He waited until they were past the milky red haze of the atmosphere, until there was just the blackness around them, just the endless night of space.

There he could see his reflection better. He saw his square jaw, the shadows under his eyes from the endless travel in a short space of time, the plain black eyepatch. He saw his curls, flattened and out of shape from sleeping in the back of the Ruby 7 and doing a lot of things that weren’t sleeping in the back of the Ruby 7. He saw the smudge of sauce from the street food they’d eaten still standing up, marring the corner of his mouth. He saw the ease his face was starting to settle into as a matter of course, hesitant like the muscles weren’t quite sure what to do just yet but they were learning.

And he saw the stars, up above him, all around him, through him. All his possible futures mapping themselves out, like constellations that hadn’t been sketched in yet.

And in the middle, his own reflection, clear as day against the night. A face he was happy to see.

And Juno smiled.

#jupeter #royalty au #juno steel #peter nureyev #benzaiten steel #mick mercury #ben/mick #tpp #tpp juno #tpp nureyev #tpp fic #the penumbra podcast #juniverse #junoverse

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Blood Moon

Sehun x Vampire!Chanyeol

Genre: Vampire AU

Warning: Blood, Biting, Creep, Anxiety

Words: 2.1K

Chapters:

Prompt: Sehun’s life had always been uneventful and lonely. People never really stuck around, so when he finds himself kidnapped by a beautiful stranger he doesn’t know how to feel. Should he be happy that he’s wanted by someone or concerned with escaping even if no one would care he was missing. The only other issue was his kidnapper, who clearly wasn’t human.

“You kidnapped a human!”

Minseok slapped the back of Chanyeol’s head, having been pacing around while everyone was seated and talking. Chanyeol grabbed his head, rubbing the aching part.

“No one saw.” Chanyeol whined. “It was the middle of the night.”

“As if that changes anything.” Yixing added.

“Alright, I’ve had enough of you.” Minseok kneeled down in front of Sehun. “Hi, Sehun, right? Can you please tell me what happened? How did you meet Chanyeol?”

“I… I was laying on the ground and he… he helped me up. He seemed nice… then he tasted some of my blood and… and attacked me… bit me… then he said that he was going to keep me and took me to his car… I tried to get away but… but I couldn’t and he… he knocked me out… then I woke up in his spare room…”

“I see, you poor thing.”

“Can I… can I go now? I won’t tell anyone.” Sehun laughed nervously. “Not like they’d believe me you know.”

Minseok smiled at the boy, gently caressing his cheek then stood up and glared at Chanyeol. The boy refused to look at the older one, either in defiance or fear.

“Chanyeol, everyone here wants to be here, except him, so let him go.”

“What? No!” Chanyeol stood. “He’s mine!”

“And he’s still human! Why is that?”

“I figured it’d be easier to domesticate him as one.”

“Instead of relying on the sire bond?”

“He’d be more of a hassle that way.”

The older glared up at the younger, both refusing to step down. Sehun did not like the conversation happening around him, he clearly had no say in any of it, and his fate was in Chanyeol’s hand. He started feeling cold, instinctively curling up. Then he noticed patches of ice growing on his clothes. Junmyeon who was next to him quickly noticed too.

“Minseok!”

Chanyeol noticed the other freezing up and rushed over trying to warm him up, but the ice was growing too fast. He growled when the ice appeared on Sehun’s face.

“Minseok stop!”

The ice melted away and Chanyeol pulled Sehun into a hug to warm him up, his hands glowing a soft orange. His eyes glaring at the older one who had caused this. Minseok merely uncrossed his arms.

“At least I know you care about the boy. It doesn’t change the fact that you kidnapped him. If trouble comes up because of his absence in society you’re responsible for dealing with it.”

“Obviously.”

“Without company resources.”

“Mins-”

“Or you can just let him go.”

“Fine.” Chanyeol spat. “I’ll deal with him on my own.”

“Good, and no locking him up in your spare room, he’s not an animal.” Minseok’s phone rang and he checked the message. “I need to go back to the office, Jongdae let’s go.”

“Coming.”

The two left, the others remaining quiet for a while. It was clearly awkward, casually glancing at Chanyeol and Sehun. No one was sure what to do.

“Have you eaten yet?” Yixing asked.

“Yes.” Jongin said. “Kyungsoo made some food earlier.”

“Okay good, well, I’m going to bed, Baekhyun.”

“Coming!”

“We should all go to sleep.” Junmyeon added. “It’s pretty late.”

“Yeah.” Kyungsoo agreed. “See you in the morning.”

The others got up and left, Chanyeol sticking around for a moment longer before carrying Sehun to his room. Of course he wasn’t gonna put him in the spare room again, but he didn’t want him to be able to wander the house. He convinced him to dress into something more comfortable for bed, then chained his leg to the bedpost.

“Really?”

“I don’t want you wandering around the house at night. Unless you want Baekhyun to bite you again.”

“No!” Sehun’s hand hovered over his injury. “Why… why did it hurt?”

“What?”

“When you… bite me… it feels good but… when he did it, it hurt like hell.”

“Baekhyun’s fangs aren’t meant for humans.”

“But isn’t he… a vampire… like you?”

“No he’s… somewhere in between. It’ll make sense later. You should go to sleep.”

“I’m not tired…”

“Right, freezing up is never good.” Chanyeol wrapped a blanket around him. “You can come to bed when you’re ready.”

“How… how did that happen? I got really… cold all of a sudden.”

“Alright twenty questions, how about we have this discussion tomorrow?”

Chanyeol ruffled the other boys hair and then laid in bed, slowly falling asleep. Sehun moved to sit on the floor, leaning against the bed, staring up at the night sky through the window. He then looked at the chain on his leg, he may not be locked up in a room anymore but he was still a prisoner. They weren’t gonna let him go, the way the conversation went in the living room, even if they understood that he wanted to leave Chanyeol had the final say on what would become of his life.

He couldn’t help but shed a few silent tears, hiding under the blanket. He didn’t know how long he stayed on the floor but he eventually caved and crawled into bed with Chanyeol, trying to make as little noise as possible. When he got comfortable he yelled a bit, Chanyeol unconsciously pulling him close. He didn’t move at first but slowly allowed himself to get comfortable and fall asleep.

♥♥♥♥♥

“Wake up!”

Sehun woke up as another voice was yelling at him. He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, the other side of the bed empty. He then focused on the person who had come into the room, Baekhyun.

“No!”

He yelled and fell off the bed, scrambling away from the other as far as the chain would let him.

“Stay away from me!”

“I’m not gonna hurt you okay, I’m sorry about that.”

“What… what do you want?”

“Well, I was gonna say come down for breakfast but Chanyeol chained you to the bed so… I’ll go bring you something.”

“No need.” Yix came into the room. “I figured Chanyeol would do this so I nicked his key.”

“Awesome.”

Sehun shook his head, not wanting the other near him, but he was told that he’d be fine. The older unlocked the chain and helped Sehun up on his feet.

“Come on, breakfast is waiting.”

The two left but Sehun stuck around, still weary of the whole situation. His stomach growled when he caught a whiff of the food. If he still wanted to escape he needed to keep his strength up. He didn’t really know the layout of the house but he followed the smell of the food. When he came into the kitchen he was greeted by Kyungsoo.

“Straight for the food huh? Come on, you should eat at the table.”

The boy led him into the dinning room with the others, except they weren’t all present. Chanyeol was missing again, along with Minseok, and Junmyeon this time. He took one of the empty seats. The food was served and he could grab what he wanted but he was a little nervous to do so.

“Sehun right?” Jongdae asked. “How long have you been here anyway?”

“Dude!” Jongin hissed. “What kinda question is that?”

“I’m trying to lighten the mood.”

“Chanyeol had him locked up remember.”

“And?”

“Can you guys address him properly.” Yix said. “He’ll be sticking around.”

“Why won’t you let me go?” Sehun suddenly asked.

The table went quiet, except for Kyungsoo who kept eating without issue. The other three looked at Yix, it seemed like he was the one in charge for the day.

“Because Chanyeol-”

“He’s not here right now, and as far as I know he won’t be until tonight. That’s plenty of time for me to go home.”

“Sehun, we can’t-”

“I don’t want to be here! I made that clear last night, he kidnapped me and you’re all acting like it’s no big deal.”

“Chanyeol chose you and we have to respect that.”

“Respect what? He chose me for what? He’s gonna kill me!”

“He would never do that.” Yix took a moment. “Eat your breakfast and then we can talk. I’m sure you have a lot of questions.”

“I do, so how about we talk now and then maybe I’ll eat.”

Yix sighed. “Come on then, the rest of you stay and eat.”

Sehun got up and followed the other. They ended up in the living room, although Yix stared out the window at the city around them. It was clear he was just waiting for a question so Sehun just started.

“Are you a vampire?”

“Yes.”

“Are you all vampires?”

“No, only Chanyeol, Junmyeon, Minseok, and I are vampires.”

“Am I gonna… become-”

“No, no you won’t.”

“So then what about the others? Baekhyun bit me and-”

“It hurt, unlike Chanyeol’s bite.”

“Yeah… what is he? If he’s not a vampire.”

“Something in between, in our world we call them miinus.”

“Miinus?”

“This is gonna sound insulting, sorry, but it’s what you would call a pet.”

“A pet! The others are your pets? Why? Aren’t vampires immortal?”

“In a sense yes.”

“So you just collect us then, like dogs, and keep us as pets till we die?”

“Not exactly.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“If Baekhyun was really human he wouldn’t have bit you would he?”

“I…”

“Miinus aren’t human and they aren’t vampires, but they have fangs.”

“Why?”

“So they can feed on their sire. Vampires, we got thick skin, so our little pets need to be able to pierce it, and their fangs can. Our blood helps them heal after being fed on.”

“Your blood… Chanyeol gave me some of his but-”

“Vampire blood can heal minor human injuries, mainly the puncture wounds we leave behind.”

“Oh… so… is that what Chanyeol… is gonna turn me into?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. You think he would have done it by now, but then again, he doesn’t seem like the type to force it on you.”

“Wait so… it’s a choice?”

“The others were given a choice, well, it was that or death. Some vampires just take humans and make them miinus.”

“I-” Sehun’s stomach growled again.

“You need to eat, come on, you can bother us with more questions later.”

Sehun wanted to object, there was still a lot he wanted to ask about but he did need time to process everything he had just been told. When they got back to the diner table the others looked over but didn’t say anything. He wasn’t up to conversation but he ate, thanking Kyungsoo for the food. Despite his questions he kept quiet the rest of the day, retreating to Chanyeol’s room. Thankfully no one bothered him, just brought him some food.

♥♥♥♥♥

“Look who was a good boy.”

Chanyeol got home late, as expected. He had been told that Sehun was unchained, but still surprised to find him in his room. Sehun was sitting by the window looking out at the night sky. Chanyeol moved over the empty food tray.

“Glad you ate, Kyungsoo’s cooking is amazing.”

He pet the other’s head. Sehun flinched a bit, still not happy with his kidnapper, but eventually just let him do whatever.

“Yixing tells me you two had a talk, learned a lot huh?” Sehun didn’t answer. “Well, you look good and healthy, and I’m quite hungry so…”

“Wait-”

Sehun was suddenly pulled back into Chanyeol’s arms. He squirmed, reaching behind him only to get bit near where Baekhyun had left his mark. The euphoric feeling quickly took over and he relaxed in the others embrace. His blurry vision focused on the outside. When Chanyeol had his fill he gave the boy a bloody kiss on the cheek.

“Tasty. You know you should socialize more with the others.”

Chanyeol moved a bit so he could sit comfortably and have Sehun wrapped in his arms in front of him. He licked his lip and had Sehun leaning back against him, gently caressing him.

“Wish the moon was out tonight, I’d look really pretty. Blood almost looks black in the moonlight, kinda creepy.” He chuckled.

“I… I don’t… I don’t wanna be… your pet.”

“Hm? Oh right, Yix told you about that stuff.”

“I… I wanna go home…”

“Why? No one cares, you know. Your phone hasn’t gone off once in the last few days. No messages or missed calls. You must have been so lonely…”

“Shut… up…”

“You don’t have to be alone anymore. You got me and all the others in the house, we’ll be your family.”

Sehun didn’t answer, deciding to be quiet. It hurt to hear that, no one seemed to notice he was gone. Minseok also said that if any trouble came from his disappearance Chanyeol was to deal with it. He was probably about to start sobbing if Chanyeol hadn’t bit him again. After that he had no idea how he ended up in bed with Chanyeol, but he cuddled up against the older to sleep.

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mon-dayragingslut4monstaxday6 · 4 years

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This is the first episode of a Drama titled Korean Boyfriend.

Cast:

Park Mi Sook: (reader/ reader’s interpretation)

Lee Chan Young: Park Seo Joon

Euhn Jeong Ja: Park Min Ji

Choo Dae Hyun: TBD

Word count: 3k

Warnings: none(?)

I’ve been in Seoul for a week now. The biggest move of my life. I lived in the United States since birth, but I’ve vacationed here before. Got an opportunity of a lifetime from my job, to transfer to the South Korea location. A good friend of mine and I got to find a place together, but the expenses got a little much, on top of paying off my student loans.

To clean the slate of my debt, I got into sugaring. I got the suggestion from my friend, who juggles between a few Sugar Daddies, to afford going to school for another bachelor's degree. Out of all my options, I only stuck to one, a restaurant mogul in South Korea. I kept things smart, keeping things strictly online. He offered to fly me to visit him, but I kindly declined the offer. I’m not ready to get physical with him. I’m not a virgin, I’m just not ready for the sex. For declining the visit, I had to really make it up to him. He hasn't been aggressive to me, but I could see the potential. I wouldn't necessarily say I'm afraid of him, but his wealth is intimidating.

After moving to Seoul, and after completely paying off my expenses, I kept contact with him, but I refused to tell him I moved. If he knew I moved, he would want to meet. I want to cut things off with him, but with the contract, I have to live with this for another few months to fulfill the year long commitment.

Staying in hiding is getting old. Jeong Ja and I have been spending too much time unpacking, we deserve a break. Changing into our best outfits, we head out into Itaewon to go clubbing. Time to get our drink on!

The first club feels like a drag, couldn’t vibe with the music. A second club, the drink selection was too limited. Then naturally, the third one was just right. The music was hype, the drink selection is full, and the people look more approachable.

We pound some drinks and head to the dance floor. We dance like idiots, we’re not appeasing to these people, who cares.

I feel like there’s eyes on me. Is it because I’m dancing like an idiot or because I’m dressed more American?

I sign to Jeong Ja, telling her that there are some guys who are looking at us. She looks around and jokingly signs about her disgust. Using American Sign Language outside of the United States has its perks. I let her know I’m going back to the bar to get another drink.

At the bar, I order some water. I can’t have this alcohol hit all at once. I lean against the counter while I sip my water. Phew, I’m getting warm! Someone freakishly tall stands beside me and orders a beer. He must be at least six feet tall!

“Are you American?”, the man asks, in a thick Korean accent. I roll my eyes from the assumption. I look up to meet his eyes and holy shit he’s handsome! A delicious jawline, high cheekbones, a fucking sexy adam’s apple, straight full brows, and sweet eye smile.

I point to myself to see if he was asking me. He nods. His lips are full, his bottom lip tempting me to pull it between my own. His lips would feel beautiful on my neck or chest. Snap out of it! I can’t be this touch starved!

“How did you know?”, I bashfully look away.

“I recognized a sign you did with your friend”, he rubs his thumb along his beer bottle.

“You know American Sign Language?”, I gasped excitedly.

“Only a few signs that I picked up from coworkers”, he elaborates. So, he works with people who spent time in the states. Probably is in the business industry.

“Have you ever been to the states?”, I start small talk.

“Myself, no. Have you been to South Korea before?”, he raises his eyebrows before sipping his beer. I feel a sweat droplet fall down my forehead. How am I so warm? I dab the sweat off with my knuckles.

“Every few years I would come here to see relatives, I recently moved here for work”, I drink more water to cool myself down. I’ve been out clubbing before, I should be used to the body heat.

“Congratulations”, he nods, holding up his beer to cheers. We clink our drinks. I see the size comparison of our hands. Am I really imagining his hand wrapped around my throat or squeezing my breast or ass? I shamelessly am.

“But I’m still new to Itaewon, maybe you can show me around?”, I propose. Oh goodness, did I just nonchalantly ask him out? He’s surprised by my abrupt question, but is impressed by my gumption. He shouldn't be shocked, American girls can make the first move.

“Really?”, he wonders.

“To be honest, I’m feeling really warm and would love some air”, I sigh, fanning myself. I stumble from being a natural cluts, he doesn’t hesitate to grab my arm to keep me from falling. His strong grip only enhances the fantasy of his hands on my body.

“Are you ok?”, he worries.

“I am, I just need some air”, I laugh it off. Damn, I never was this much of a lightweight. He escorts me out of the club, leaving his beer behind, and immediately sitting me down on a bench. I need to text Jeong Ja! I grab my phone from my pocket.

“How are you feeling?”, the kind, handsome stranger continues to worry.

“I’m feeling fine right now”, I inhale sharply.

I’m outside of the club for some air. Don’t worry, I’m not alone, I’m with someone. I’ll see you at home! - Park Mi Sook

“What’s your name?”, I stuff my phone into my bag.

“Lee Chan Young”, he smiles. Shit, his Korean sounds sexier than his English.

“I’m Park Mi Sook, but people call me Sookie”, I grab onto my purse, nervous about sitting so close to this man.

“Sookie? How cute”, he chuckles. There’s little wrinkles that fan his eyes when he smiles. Seeing him illuminated by the streetlights and neon lights from the various bars and restaurants gives me a new perspective of him. His white dress shirt perfectly hugs his body. I could tell he has defined pecs under that shirt. The touch of pink from a neon sign above us gives him a softer look. I can feel the depth of his eyes. I can see my reflection vividly in the dark pearls. The sparkle from the string lights across the street add something special to his eyes.

“Tell me about yourself, Chan Young”, I rest my elbow on my knee, holding my head up. That's when I knew, I'm fucked up.

“What do you want to know?”, his face relaxes.

“What do you do, what was your life like, where do you see yourself in five years, what’s your biggest regret, blah blah blah”, I list.

“Why me?”, he continues.

“You approached me, remember?”, I tease. He gives me a cheeky grin, leans back onto the bench.

"I work in architecture under my family's firm, expected to take over in ten years or so when my father retires. A lot happened in my 27 years of life, but I don't really have any regrets", Chan Young confesses, running his fingers through his hair. A man of mystery, huh? No worries, he might be reserved, I can respect that. I'd love to learn more about him.

"What about you?", He changes direction of the conversation.

"I studied journalism, got here to be an editor for a magazine. I was pretty average growing up, nothing too special. I hope to be chief editor of the magazine in five years. My biggest regret is dying my hair green my first term of college, I should've gone with blue", I reveal, giggling like a drunk idiot. The neon lights are getting blurry, my mind is getting fuzzy. I sway in my seat, helplessly. Chan Young holds me by my shoulders to keep my back straight. I whine from my lack of control.

"I never was this much of a lightweight", I groan. Chan Young bites back a smile.

"I'm stronger than this", I mumble, fighting back tears. He notices my quivering lip. Scooting closer to me, Chan Young rests my head on his shoulder, patting my back. Don't cry, don't cry! Mama didn't raise you to cry in front of strangers! I miss mama. I wish her and dad moved to Seoul with me. Dammit, I'm happy that I wore waterproof mascara tonight.

"Excuse me, what are you doing to my girl!", Jeong Ja shouts from afar. Chan Young flinches, but keeps my head still.

"I'm sorry?", Chan Young panics. She runs to us, holding up a hand, threatening to slap him. I wave at her to stop.

"Jeong Ja, don't", I babble. She finally gets a good look at him and stops her temptation of wrath.

"Sookie, a-are you ok?", She notices the tear streaks down my cheeks.

"Did you do this?!", Jeong Ja points to Chan Young.

"No, I'm just drunk. We were talking", I pat his chest. Damn, it's firm.

"Hope the talk was good, I'm taking you home", she grabs my hand.

"No!", I shout.

"Please don't move me, I don't feel so good", I warn her. Chan Young immediately balls up my hair and feels my forehead.

"You're warm, let me take you to an open area", Chan Young murmurs. He lifts me, bridal style, and keeps my head elevated. Surprised by the sudden movement, I take a deep breath to prevent myself from hurling. Chan Young takes diligent steps, finding a nice open space for me to breathe. Jeong Ja follows us, worried he'll drop me.

"How are you feeling?", He smiles. His face looks better up close. I give him a thumbs up, I'm too scared to talk. He finds a nice secluded bench outside of the crowded neighborhoods. He lowers me down so I can stand up, holding my hair in a bundle so I can have a breeze on my neck.

"You will feel better if you throw up", Chan Young advises. How is he so nice to me? Why?

"Why are you so nice?", I mumble.

"Are you trying to fuck me?", I blurt out, making Jeong Ja burst into laughter. I never saw anyone blush faster than Chan Young. I grin from cheek to cheek.

"I'm kidding!", I cackle. He's so tall that my head is eye level to his chest. He's choking on his words. I'm swaying side to side, almost tripping on my feet. He grabs my shoulders to keep me still.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry. I overstepped. This isn't me", I ramble. Chan Young notices my anxious plea. He cups my cheek and lifts my head to meet his eyes. There's a chuckle under his breath. His smile is so charming, I almost forget I'm on the verge of throwing up.

"Mi Sook, how are you this cute?", Chan Young whispers. Fuck, don't puke, don't puke. I cover my mouth, heaving.

"I'm cute?", I ask, muffled.

"I'm going to go get some water", Jeong Ja got the hint to leave.

"You think I'm cute?", I hiccup.

"You're very cute", he compliments.

"Even though I'm going to throw up?", I exhale.

"Yes", he chuckles. I want to kiss him. I grab his hands off my shoulders. His hands are firm, but soft to the touch. Nope, nope, I'm going to puke. Where can I go, I can't puke on him! There's a bench, no. A lamp post? No. A tree? A tree will do! I lunge to the tree. Holding onto the trunk, I vomit the variety of colors that I drank tonight. Chan Young soothingly rubs my back with one hand while the other keeps the hair away from my face.

"This fucking sucks", I dry heave.

"You're doing great, Sookie", Chan Young comforts.

"I shouldn't have drank", I groan before hurling once more..

“It’s ok, aein”, Chan Young softens. Did I hear him correctly?

“I’m sorry you’re here, Chan Young”, I apologize, wanting to wipe my mouth.

“Don’t be sorry, I’m happy to help”, he continues. Why is he so sweet? We just met. He has no reason to be nice to me. Unless he’s that desperate for a hookup. Would he be desperate enough to hook up after I vomit? Gross. Am I interested in seeing him after this? Absolutely. Would I consider...having him stay the night tonight if I didn’t vomit in front of him? Yes.

“You can go home”, I cry out.

“I don’t want to leave you alone”, Chan Young refuses. I hurl one more time and I'm confident that I'm done. I feel a lot better. I spit out whatever is left in my mouth. I got some strength back. I straighten my back and stretch.

"How are you feeling?", Chan Young wonders, still holding onto me in case I'm not as strong as I feel.

"I feel better. Not great, but I feel better", I assure. Jeong Ja comes back with a bag full of water bottles. She hands Chan Young and I each a bottle. I gargle a mouth full of water and spit it out, washing out my bad choices.

"Chan Young, this is Euhn Jeong Ja. Jeong Ja, this is Lee Chan Young", I introduce. Jeong Ja squints her eyes, suspicious of Chan Young and his intentions.

"Listen, boy. I'm her best friend, hurt her and I won't hesitate to kick your ass", Jeong Ja threatens.

"He's not hurting me. He's a very good guy", I scoff. Chan Young is flattered by the compliment.

"And how do you know?", She asks me.

"I have been puking here for like five minutes and he held my hair up and rubbed my back. He's a gentleman", I point to him.

"You look like you needed help", Chan Young defends himself.

"And thank you", I thank him. Jeong Ja hands me a tissue from the grocery bag to wipe my mouth.

"Let me take you home. So I know you got there safe", Chan Young offers.

"Fine. No one would try to snatch us if they saw you with us", Jeong Ja rolls her eyes, accepting the offer.

"Hey, be nice", I shoo at her.

"Oh please, he wants you. I don't have to be nice", Jeong Ja teases. Chan Young gets bashful and runs his fingers through his hair.

"I'm just joking, you're fine", Jeong Ja laughs. I get a buzz in my purse, must've gotten a text. I swiftly check to see the notification.

It's been a while, darling. I expect to hear from you soon, wearing that robe I got you. -Choo Dae Hyun

Fuck. He's going to catch on that I moved.

I'll make it up to you. - Park Mi Sook

I have to think of something. I can't keep this lie.

"Are you ok?", Chan Young catches my attention. I hide my phone.

"Me? I'm fine, the light just hurt my eyes", I laugh it off. Chan Young reaches out his hand, inviting me to take it.

"Let's go, you seem tired", he smiles. Maybe things can be different. I want to know more about this man. What made him so caring? Does he do this often? Was it his family that raised him to be good or was it on his own accord? Is he single, is he in a relationship? Not that I could see myself dating him, he's too good for me.

I take his hand and lead the way to the closest bus stop. We make small talk while we wait for the bus. I learned he's an only child, same as me. Although he never visited the United States, his parents often have. I told him I'm left-handed, but my parents were in denial for the first five years of my life, he got a kick out of that. We talked about college and funny stories we had from the parties. The bus picked us up and the conversation continued, laughing at funny embarrassing stories. Jeong Ja sadly was more of a third wheel, but she participated in the conversation. Although I'm learning quite a bit about him, there's still a lot missing.

The bus ride was brief, but we took him to our apartment, gave him a little tour. He commented on how cutely decorated it was. Jeong Ja and I have a thing for cute animals and soft pastels.

Jeong Ja immediately heads to her room, waving goodbye to Chan Young and I.

It's just us now. What do I say?

I go to the kitchen, hoping to find a good snack to munch on.

"Would you like something to eat?", I offer, opening the fridge.

"No, thank you. The water was enough for me", Chan Young declines. I close the fridge, wondering how I could get him to stay. Chan Young wanders to the kitchen, leaning against the counter, crossing his arms.

"It's pretty late, you can stay on the couch for tonight if you want", I continue, my voice shaking.

"I'm fine", he shrugs.

"Do you want me to stay?", he mumbles.

"If you don't want to stay, you don't have to", I choke.

"You just need some sleep", Chan Young whispers. I do. I do need some sleep.

"If I didn't throw up, would you have kissed me tonight?", I bow my head, looking at our feet. A soft chuckle hums in his throat.

"I would have", he assures. My hands tremble from the thought.

"I guess another time then", I turn to hide my growing smile. Chan Young steps in front of me and lifts my head by holding my cheeks in his palms.

"Till then", he whispers. He leans in, leaving me speechless. The tips of our noses touch. He shakes his head to give me a nose kiss. I could see the terror on my face in the reflection of his eyes. What I would give to kiss those lips. Just once.

Without sharing another word, Chan Young kindly leaves my apartment. Dammit, I realize now we didn't exchange numbers before he left! I guess if we see each other again then it'll be meant to be. Seoul is a big city, I doubt I'll see him. At least we'll have tonight to reminisce on.

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krreader · 5 years

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BTS reacting to you being a secret agent.

pairing: bts x secret agent!reader fandom: bts warnings: non idol!au ; blood ; language ; mentions of death genre: fluff ; angst ; crime

a/n: this is a mix of everything, so I hope you like it love!

kim seokjin

Jin could tell that there was something wrong.

And it wasn't the usual kind of stuff where he had accidentally said something that hurt your feelings or there was something bothering you that you wanted him to ask about.

This was serious. And that worried him.

“Please tell me what's going on with you, (Y/N),” he sat down next to you, one hand on your lower back.

But as you turned your head to look at him, you couldn't open your mouth. You couldn't tell him about the threats you had received. Not threats directed at you, but threats directed at him.

You had been so careful when tracking this serial killer, but he had somehow found out about you and was now ready to take this to a personal level by threatening to kill the one person you loved.

And you couldn't let that happen.

So you had to be honest with him, even if that might ruin your relationship.

“Remember all these late nights that I told you I was at a friend's house? All those dinners with my boss that took longer than expected? All those work trips that my company made me do?” from the looks of it, you figured he might be thinking you were cheating on him, but what you said next was so unexpected that his demeanor changed once again to complete and utter confusion, “I lied. I don't work at an office. Or at least not in the way I always portrayed it. I'm a field agent. Of an agency that you usually only call when none other can help.. if you know what I mean.”

Jin's brain didn't work properly anymore, he just stammered around, tried to ask questions, but he couldn't form a sentence.

“I never told you because I can't tell anyone. It's a secret agency for a reason. But..-” you grabbed his hands and looked directly into his eyes, “I've been tracking someone for a year now. A serial killer. He uh.. he somehow managed to figure out I was after him and I got a message last week saying that the next person he'd kill would be you, Seokjin. That's why I'm telling you all of this, because I need you to leave. I need you to take your family and leave the country and only come back when I took the bastard down.”

“Wh..- I don't..-” he still couldn't talk. This was just too much to handle all at once.

Should he be more shocked about you being someone else after all those years together or should he be scared that there was someone out to kill him? Should he be worried for his family? Or for you?

What exactly should he feel?

You didn't let him decide, because you had already packed his things and pushed a bunch of flight tickets into his hand.

“There will be people picking you up. You and your family. Do what they say and don't look back. Once it's over, I'll come and get you.”

He didn't have much of a choice, you didn't leave him one.

But his mind only really comprehended everything when he and his family where on a flight to a 'family vacation' that Jin had 'won'.

For about three weeks.

That's when you were supposed to pick him up..

..but he flew home alone, only his family in tow.

Because you never came.

And he only found out why when he stood in front of your gravestone.

min yoongi

“I know you're lying to me, you know?” Yoongi stood in the bedroom, a shirt of yours in his hand that had blood stains on them.

You immediately got up, “Yoongi, I can explain..”

“I don't want you to lie to me anymore, (Y/N). I thought you were cheating on me for so long, but then whenever we'd have sex, I'd find bruises on your body and..-” he gulped down hard, “You're a killer, right?”

“Wh..- No!” you quickly shook your head and walked over to him, but when you wanted to touch him, he took a step back, “I'm the opposite. I'm the one that catches the killers. But I.. fuck, Yoongi, I'm not allowed to talk about this. For your safety.”

“Fuck safety. We've been married for five years, we have a fucking kid, (Y/N). And you're telling me that you've been killing people!”

“Only when it's necessary! I don't do it for fun, alright? I catch bad people.. and sometimes.. I'm hurt as well in the process.”

“And what is this that you do exactly? Some kind of FBI?”

“No, we're.. different. We take care of people that nobody else can take care of. We're more like the CIA.”

“That's even worse than the FBI.”

“Please, just..- let me explain this to you, okay? You're right, you deserve to know the truth, but please let me explain it all properly..”

He ultimately listened. Because you were his wife and the mother of his child.. but after this conversation, he was more worried than he's ever been.

For your safety, but more importantly, for that of his child.. despite you telling him that you'd never let anything happen to her.

But Yoongi was worried now.

Always worried.

jung hoseok

Hoseok wasn't an idiot. He knew that you were lying to him. He knew that you didn't visit your family that often, mostly because you actually hated your family and he knew that your boss didn't make you stay late, because the company you supposedly worked for didn't even exist.

So one day, Hoseok decided to follow you to 'work'.

And what he found shocked him.

“We do this like we always do. Go in, take them down, go back out. Understood?” a tall man said, all of his little ‘soldiers’, including you, answering with: “Yes Sir.”

Take them down? What the hell? You.. were killing people!

Just as Hoseok wanted to take a step back, he must have tripped over something, because suddenly there was a loud noise and all the attention was on him.

Guns were raised and everyone was already screaming, but you told them to put the guns down when you saw who it was, told them he wasn't the enemy.

And as you wanted to run towards him, Hoseok desperately tried to get away from you.

“Listen to me..-”

“Don't you dare touch me!”

“Please, just.. let me..-”

“(Y/L/N)! Enough of this!” your boss said, clearly not being patient.

“Just.. give me a second,” you yelled back, trying to cup Hoseok's face but he pushed your hands away, again and again, you now on the verge of tears because you could feel him slipping away, “Wait for me at home, I'm begging you. I will explain everything to you, okay? You.. you promise?”

But he didn't promise.

And you should have expected his things to be gone when you walked through the front door with a bullet stuck in your shoulder.

Maybe this was for the best..

kim namjoon

You had managed to hide it so well from Namjoon.

He never would have suspected what you'd do for your line of work if it wasn't for that stupid burglar that tried to get in while Namjoon was at home.

The guy was a professional, he wasn't a kid that ran away when you threatened him.

No, he had a gun and Namjoon was standing there with his arms up in the air, telling him to take whatever he wanted, but begging him not to hurt you who was 'sleeping'.

But you weren't really.

You'd be a bad agent if you didn't wake up from someone breaking in.

“Put that gun down slowly, or I will blow out your brains,” you said, pressing your own gun to the back of the head of that guy.

“Woha, woha.. hold on, I didn't..-”

But he was a bad liar. He turned around and wanted to punch you, but you ducked out of the way, then hit him in the stomach, before punching him so hard in the face that he got knocked out.

And as Namjoon stared at the guy, then at you and then back at the guy, he said: “You.. you knocked him right out!”

“Yeah well.. had to save a damsel in distress right?” you were a little worried that he'd might be suspicious, but he just let out a breath of relief and called the cops.

The cops that knew you and that you’ve helped a lot with cases over the last few years. The cops that didn't say a word to Namjoon, because they knew that nobody was allowed to know.

“You can be glad to have such a talented girlfriend,” the chief police officer said to Namjoon.

“I am,” he grinned proudly.

Phew.

park jimin

“How could you do this to me? You lied about everything! About everything, (Y/N)!” Jimin bawled his eyes out, screaming at you and taking back step after step.

But he wasn't the only one that was sobbing, “Please, let me explain it to you!”

One of your friends had slipped up. He had been drunk and he had talked and talked and talked and.. well.. that's how you ended up here.

“I don't even know who you are! I married a stranger!”

“No, stop this, I'm begging you. You married me! I'm still me!”

“You're an agent! You're an agent for a secret agency that kills people!”

“We..- we don't..-” but that would be a lie, “Jimin, I promise you that you have nothing to worry about!”

But that was kind of hard to believe.

He walked past you, pulled his arm back when you tried to stop him and begged him not to do what he was about to do next.

But there was no stopping him, his mind was set.

Jimin left and took away the only two people that made your life worth living.

And as you were sitting in the empty bedroom of your children, you cried until you sobbed yourself to sleep because of how exhausted you were.

People always praised you for being so tough.. but you weren't that in that moment.

You were a broken woman who had just lost everything she had ever loved, for a job she couldn't get out of..

..because you never get out of it.

kim taehyung

The first hour you told yourself that he might just be stuck in traffic.

The second hour you started calling his work place, his family and friends, wondering if he might have stopped by.

The third hour you know it was suspicious and started to worry.

And the fourth hour was when you knew something had happened.

“(Y/N)? I thought you wanted to go home for today,” your co-worker asked, worried when he saw you with your gun, “What's.. going on?”

“I need you to find a cellphone for me.”

“O..- Okay. Which one?”

“My husband. Kim Taehyung. Here's the number.”

Your co-worker didn't even bat an eyelash, he did what you asked him to do. And when you realized he was at an empty warehouse, you both grabbed whoever was left in the building and drove there.

One of the higher-ups was obviously with you, instructing you on what to do in case of this actually being a hostage situation. Which it looked to be, especially because you had received countless of threats in the last weeks, all about taking away from you what you held dearest.

And when you stormed the warehouse and found Taehyung being tied to a chair and three armed men trying to shoot you and your guys, you all made quick work of them.

You were the first to take off your mask and sprint towards him, cupping his cheek and inspecting him for wounds, before taking off the ropes that were tied around him.

“What the fuck is going on?! Did you just kill people?!”

“I did. So that I could save your ass.”

“You..- How the fuck did you know I was here?”

“I tracked your phone. I knew you wouldn't miss an episode of this drama unless something serious had happened to you.”

Your boss and co-workers all began to chuckle, Taehyung immediately adding: “It's a fucking good drama, okay?! And you and I are going to talk about this!” he hissed at you.

“Don't worry. We will.”

You owed him that.

jeon jeongguk

This was the guy you and your people had been looking for for months.

He was one of the worst people you had ever encountered, hurt so many people, that it was about time somebody put an end to him.

But you weren't the only ones that were interested in him as you ran into another group of people that looked a lot like guys from another agency.

You were yelling at each other at first, everyone saying stuff like: “Put the fucking gun down!” and “Get down on the ground,” but everyone was too stubborn to back down first.

Until your boss and the boss of them managed to quiet it all down.

“Fucking hell,” you sighed heavily, taking down your gun when one of the men from the other group approached you, “I should have just stayed at home with my kid tonight.”

“Yeah, me too. My wife's going to kill me when she finds out I gave our daughter to my mother for the night.”

“Oh, you have a daughter too? What's her name?”

“Hyemin. She just turned two. Yours?”

You stopped breathing momentarily, then you said: “Hyemin. She just turned two. And I'm about to kill her father.”

“Can somebody please write this down? If my job as secret agent doesn't work work anymore, I want to turn this into a movie,” one of your co-workers said as you and Jeongguk both pulled down your masks and stared at the other one with surprise, shock and anger.

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viceprints · 4 years

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Title: Back To Normal

Summary: Seokyu is trying to get back to normal after his impromptu leave and rebuild trust with his groupmates and friends.

Genre: Drama, apology Pairing: OT7 Vice, some Jimin x Seokyu at the end. Word Count: 1.3k Warnings: Swearing ahead.

It’s been a full week since Seokyu’s return.

One full week of shifting eyes and hard swallowing. Of conversations awkwardly dying out whenever he enters the room. Of whispering and speculations. For the first time since he started training at HBH, Seokyu felt like he didn’t belong.

Putting up with this wouldn’t have been so bad if his group mates spoke to him. Minho danced around the instance like it never happened. Without prompting from their leader, none of the other members offered to talk about what happened either. Not even Woodie, who’s specialty was talking things out. Instead they did their job. They recorded their new tracks. They learnt choreography. They practiced all day together without much conversation. They went to sleep just after midnight without exchanging good nights. For seven days and six nights. The same cold routine.

Seokyu realized on the eighth morning in the HBH cafeteria that they wanted him to make the first move.

He noticed how Kane looked up from his cereal bowl at him, like he was expecting Seokyu to disappear again if he didn’t keep an eye on him. Seokyu swallowed thickly and cleared his throat.

Spoons stopped scraping bowls. Eyes all darted to the dancer.

“Um. Can we talk?” Seokyu asked. The other six men nodded their heads, clearly waiting for this moment.

“You guys know I’m sorry about scaring you, right? I didn’t mean to upset you.” Seokyu looked between his friends. “We know you didn’t, buddy.” Woodie sighed. “Then can you stop ignoring me?” Seokyu asked, his tone a bit sharper than intended. “We’re not ignoring you because of that.” Geonwu responded with the same snippy tone. “We’re ignoring you because you clearly don’t trust us anymore.” “So do you not want to rebuild trust or something?” Seokyu arched his eyebrows. “You think that leaving me out and treating me like a stranger would build trust between us?” The other six men went silent. Kane suddenly seemed very invested in chasing soggy corn flakes around with his spoon.

Seokyu wet his lower lip. “I didn’t leave because of you guys, you know that, right? I left because I just wanted to do something for myself.” "But you couldn’t trust us with that? You really had to go completely off the radar?” Cyth questioned, hurt laced into every word. “I’ve already apologized for that.” Seokyu blinked. Cyth shook his head, pushing his chair back. “You don’t get it, Kyu.” He mumbled, picking up his bowl of cereal and dumping it into the trash can. He disappeared through the cafeteria’s double doors, heading in the direction of the practice rooms. Seokyu watched him go, trying to keep his frustration under control. What more could they want from him?

“Sungho means that we were worried for a week straight. We risked our careers for you, left our families, girlfriends, and responsibilities all to make sure you got home safe.” Woodam explained calmly. “For you to show up and imply that you don’t trust us made us wonder... if you value us as much as we value you?”

Seokyu let the words burn into his heart and brain. This would be one of those moments that he will never forget, no matter how old he got. The moment he realized that he truly broke his friends. He caused them heartbreak and anxiety and sleepless nights. The wrongfulness of his actions started boiling in his gut.

“I-” Seokyu couldn’t finish his words. Hot tears started bubbling up on his waterline. The guilt was too much. He ducked his head, hoping that the trainees sitting two tables away couldn’t see his tears. “Hey, bud, don’t cry.” Minho sighed. Next to him, Ji clapped a hand over Seokyu’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, guys. I d-don’t know how many times I should s-say it but I’m s-sorry.” Seokyu blubbered, wiping his eyes. He sniffled loudly, swallowing thickly so he could speak. “And I’m not crying to like... emotionally manipulate anyone or anything. It’s just a reflex.”

Ji let out an amused huff. “He’s still our Seokyu. Only Seokyu would worry about the mentality of the other person while he’s crying.” “We know you’re sorry, Kyu.” Kane reached across the table to take his friend’s hand. “We just... We need time to forgive you, you know?” “From now on we’ll try to work on forgiveness without excluding you.” Minho promised. “Things aren’t going to go ‘back to normal’ for a bit,” Geonwu stated. “But we’ll work on talking about the things that hurt us in effective ways.” Seokyu nodded, drying his eyes with his sleeve. “And Sungho will probably be the first one to forgive you.” Woodam angled his head in the direction of the cafeteria exit. “He wants things to go back to normal just as badly.” “And you’ve got him wrapped around your finger.” Geonwu sighed. “For a scary looking motherfucker, he’s a total softy.”

Seokyu managed a watery chuckle. After receiving a pat on the back from his members, the five men rose and made their way out of the cafeteria. Most of the trainees and artists were starting to pack up too, heading to their first practice or lesson of the day. In the surge of talented individuals, one particular girl stood out to Seokyu.

“Hey, I’ll see you guys in the practice room. I gotta make one more apology.” Seokyu said to his members. He back tracked his steps until he fell in line with Promise’s leader, Kwon Jimin.

“Hey, uh,” Seokyu scratched the back of his neck. “Do you have a minute before your practice starts?”

The other members of Promise took the hint right away. The four other members hurried ahead, mumbling ‘see you’s to Seokyu as they left. Jimin gave him a weary look, as if the next words coming from Seokyu’s mouth might be a heads up on his next departure.

“Uh, I know what I’ve done wasn’t fair. I probably scared you really bad.” Seokyu licked his lips, breaking eye contact. “But... I just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry and that I will be honest with you from now on.” Jimin pulled over to the side of the hallway, letting the trainees behind them pass. She shook her head in amazement, looking up at Seokyu with hurt in her eyes. “Do you have any idea how hurt I was? How hurt I still am?” Jimin asked, her jaw clenched. “I know-” “No, Seokyu, I really don’t think you do know.” Jimin took a step back, as if seeing Seokyu differently for the first time. “You left without telling any of us. You have a family here and you completely disregarded our feelings.” Seokyu nodded in understanding. “Trust me, Min, I know. I fucked up.” “Yeah. You did.” Jimin sighed. “I’m just thankful you’re safe.” A small smirk formed on Seokyu’s lips. “Can I start making it up to you? Do you wanna come over tonight?” Jimin’s expression turned into one of guilt. She shifted her weight. “I... I can’t.” “Oh?” Seokyu’s smile faded. “I started seeing someone.” Jimin blurted out. “Oh.” Seokyu responded again. He shouldn’t be that hurt. They were never committed to each other or exclusive. But after having a mutual crush on each other for years, he forgot that someone else could be added into this equation at any time.

“Yeah...” Jimin swallowed, swaying her body on the balls of her feet. “Well... I’d still like to talk sometime though.” “Yeah.” Seokyu nodded. “Yeah, absolutely.” “Yeah...” Jimin chuckled dryly. “Well. I should go to practice. See you, Seokyu.” Seokyu gave a small wave, watching her walk away.

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whatshockey · 5 years

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slow dancing in the dark - k.k.

A KASPERI KAPANEN IMAGINE.

in which what was supposed to be a goodbye declared in the dead of night ended up being stretched into the following morning

song used for inspiration: “SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK” by Joji

word count: 3,909

warnings: mentions of alcohol, some smut and cursing, and breaking off things for good type of thing. overall just really angsty i’m sorry lol

a/n: i promise that i won’t only do song fics but this song grew on me late one night and this is my first time attempting anything raunchier than kissing lmao

Her eyes bled sorrow and throat swelled in heartbreak. Another sob shook through her frame, leaving her knees quivering on the porcelain tile of the bathroom floor, bending further into his lap with every chill down her spine. Her lips cracked and knuckles dampened from attempting to keep her tears hidden, palms heavy as she gripped his shirt collar with the feeling of regret already beginning to creep in. “Stop it,” her mind scolded, and she really did want to. But her voice was drowned out by his dangerously reassuring whispers of, “Shh, it’s okay” and “I’ve got you, baby.”

Only four hours ago, she’d been camouflaged in the buzzing streets of Toronto, forcing her lips together in attempts to form something that resembled a smile. The large jacket hung off of her back, and months ago a last name could’ve been found blanketing his shoulder blades, one that did not match the man’s whose hand held her’s. She could still faintly smell his scent lodged in between the pairing of the worn out fleece and denim, but at times wondered if she had imagined it all, cursing herself for thinking about the same scent lingering on her pillowcase when she was in the company of another man.

Scotiabank Area couldn’t feel more cold, despite the thousands packed and seated dressed in variations of blue. It had only been their third date and somehow her heart had managed to wedge another blade in between her breaths, slowly digging further into her chest as the minutes ran by. Her eyes flickered to the suite that was surely full of the women that, at one point in her life, she could’ve considered sisters. She allowed her mind to wander back to the nights she’d spend in there cheering on her favorite person in the world, whereas now the new couple, although she avoided referring to it as such, sat uncomfortably close to the ice. The sounds of blades carving the sheets of ice echoed before her, and her pulse heightened at the mere glimpse of his jersey, one she’d worn many times before. Before he’d claim that he’d always be able to spot her even if she was in the midst of millions, and she’d wondered if he still looked for her in the crowd, or if he simply stopped caring to do so at all. What would he think if he saw her, at his own game, wrapped in the arms of a stranger who probably couldn’t keep up with the sport himself if he tried.

Her lips curled, finding the irony of the situation amusing. Karma was certainly a bitch, and she almost wanted to laugh at her own stupidity. She had allowed her date to drag her into a bar later that night. The same one where she had shared a heated kiss pressed up against a bathroom stall, a vein-covered hand moving to unbutton her jeans. She felt her cheeks burn as she was ushered into the club with a far less calloused and muscular arm against her back, and internally blamed the contrast of the temperature outside rather than the memory of another doing the same. Her date’s arm never left her waist, even as the two sat down on the stools and he’d pulled his close enough so that their entire sides were squeezed together, lips ghosting over her ear as he made a mediocre joke in which she forced herself to laugh to.

Her date attempted to gain the bartender’s attention, but he had noticed them immediately, recognizing the shine of her hair even in the dimmed lights of the club. He’d addressed her by her first name, earning a confused look from her date. However, she managed to ignore his stare as she ordered two of her regulars, and refrained from referring to it as such. Explaining to her date how much she’d frequented this bar with a man he could never compare to was not on her agenda for the evening. And neither was gossiping about their colleagues from work, which he had turned the conversation to and she had no interest in amusing as their drinks were placed before them. The two had met a company party, never interacting before as they worked in separate departments. She particularly avoided her male colleagues, knowing to never make her professional life messy if she could. However, he’d been the most attractive one there, and perhaps the most attractive man she’d seen in a while, and as much as she’d preferred a certain edge she was used to on a man, her would-be date was now her ex. And her coworker’s dress pants seemed to fit particularly tight at his groin in a way that she couldn’t help but admire.

“Uh,” he cut in, looking over her shoulder as she attempted to navigate the conversation onto the latest project she’d been working on, her eyes narrowing at his interruption. “Sorry, but are those the leafs?”

It had been surprising he even spotted them, seeing as the club had been packed with sweaty bodies in short dresses and ripped jeans grinding against each other or stumbling to down two more shots of vodka. It had been even more surprising that they had even attended such a place post their big win for the night. The city’s heroes usually opted for a far more elite establishment even on their off days, taking over the VIP section with expensive liquor at their lips and beautiful women at their sides.

What hadn’t been surprising, however, was finding her ex boyfriend and a girl with a siren-like gaze hanging off of him, dressed in a deep red dress that made her skin glow gold. She could tell that even with heels, the woman would tower over her frame, offering a much envied advantage when bruising his neck with her full lips, painted so that they’d match the fabric stretched across her breasts and hips.

They had all already been facing her as she turned around. She’d avoided looking at his face, knowing very well that it would only take one second under his eyes to have her coming undone, but whether she’d run into his arms or out of the door, she did not know. Will had been the first to acknowledge her with something other than a blank stare, grinning almost instantly as their eyes briefly met, and he’d already been at his feet approaching her. She wondered why others hadn’t protested against it, and what had been going through her date’s mind as she could feel his arm freeze in place along her hips. She wasn’t sure if she really cared about what exactly he thought of her in the moment as he watched her with a shocked stare, but she shook away from his grip and leaned out to greet her old friend who’d outstretched his arms. The two had grown awfully close over the last year, which only made her hurt more while he helped her as she packed up her things from his teammate’s apartment.

Freddie had been next, sending her a small smile and quick kiss on the cheek. He’d become quite a comforting presence to be around, always available for a good conversation or comfort when her boyfriend was injured. She hadn’t noticed him following, instead catching eyes with Auston, who sent her a tight-lipped smile and casual nod, and continued to hold onto the girl on his lap who was just as attractive as the other. She wish she could bring herself to fearlessly stare down the last leaf, but instead opted to turn her focus back onto the two towering over her. She could still picture the countless messages he’d received from other girls during their run, her own mind replaying the images of their bodies twisted in flattering angles and perfectly lined eyes. He’d never reply, but she almost wished he did so she could prepare for this moment, because he was undoubtedly talking to one of them now. Hadn’t any of the other inhabitants of the bar noticed them yet? It felt as if they were the only ones in there.

The same arm from before wrapped itself around her frame and she fought the urge to roll her eyes, refusing to introduce the two to her plus one. The more time she spent around him, the more he clinged on, and she was left missing the large hand that would cup the flesh of her thighs under the table at team dinners, the same would that would wrap around her throat in their bedroom afterwards. Despite how delicious the man from work looked with his sleeves rolled up, his arms were left bare, and no art could be used as stencils for her love bites to trail her tongue across.

Her thighs clenched at the thought, but the feeling quickly left as she felt the vibrations from the voice next to her speaking, congratulating the two men on the game.

“We were at the game,” he’d mentioned, her stomach lurching as he squeezed her side tighter. “It was, like, really crazy.”

She secretly thanked Freddie, who’d been eyeing her for enough time to know she was growing uncomfortable, quickly thanking her date and steered the conversation away. Will, on the other hand, looked at her expectantly, as if she’d introduce them at a shudder from his hard glare. She shook her head, knowing very well the boy would prounce back to his former roommate and share every detail of their encounter with him. And she was unfortunately very aware what the outcome would be upon the announcement of the fact that she still attended their games.

The players eventually bid a goodbye, final hugs exchanged, and made her promise to catch up over a lunch with them soon. Her date practically reeked of curiosity, and laid out a simple answer to his question before he could ask.

“We met through a mutual friend.”

It wasn’t a complete lie, but she hadn’t wasted time to feel guilty. She’d begun pouring more alcohol into her system, mind buzzing from everything that had taken place over the past five minutes. She felt as if she had just ran a marathon, and didn’t know if she’d ever see the finish line. But more than anything, she didn’t want to feel like looking on the opposite end of the bar any longer.

Within the next hour, her vision clouded and the four men were long forgotten, making her question whether they were imagined in the first place. The date’s hand now resting lower, lips stretching to fill the space between them as he leaned down to capture her ear with compliments on her outfit tonight. He’d been used to seeing her in pencil skirts and cigarette pants, the recent college grad being the hottest topic amongst the male employees. However, the dip of the neckline and hug of her jeans left her drowning in praises with eyes trailing over every inch of visible skin.

She didn’t complain. Perhaps it was due to alcohol replacing the blood in her veins, or solely due to the fact that it had been some time that she’d been laid. Nonetheless, she excused his blatant advances, entertaining the possibility of sleeping with the same man who’d made his first move through buying her a coffee during his lunch hour that at the time she’d thought was lame. Maybe it was time she lowered her expectations.

It hadn’t been her fault, that she’d known clear as day. With how close she had been sitting to her date, the two barely took up space for one person. However, she suddenly felt a harsh nudge at her back, lunging her forward to collide with her date’s chest, which caused her to reach out and push away to see who her attacker was.

She began apologizing out of instinct, until her eyes focused and ears curled at the sound of a silky, dangerously low voice that nearly sent her flying over the bar counter itself.

“My bad,” his voice rang arrogantly, licking his full lips perfectly pink. “Didn’t see you there.”

Her eyes locked onto hazel eyes, ones that felt so familiar as they enveloped her, to his pouted lips in a cocky smirk, and finally to the tattooed arm that grasped her forearm as if he was steadying her, completely aware of the fire that shot up her arm as he held her in a firm grip.

A choked noise erupted from her chest, and the man leaned back to size up her own date as well.

“Pretty girl you got here.”

And with his kind, yet backhanded remark, he turned his back and left, palm lingering on her wrist a bit longer than the rest of his body had.

With a pale face and spine on the verge of shaking, she felt as if she had just seen a ghost. The entire unexpected encounter left her in chills, yet her skin still burned where he had touched her. It couldn’t be home, no way. She definitely had too much to drink.

Until her date spoke up in a much less shocked tone than he had before, voicing her thoughts all while confirming her fears.

“Okay,” he started chuckling lightly, then took a deep breathe nearly as big as her’s. “Was that Kappy or am I just going crazy?”

Maybe it was just a guy who looked like him, she thought. Surely, he’d left with his conquer of the night, or perhaps even with Auston and the two would switch off after a few rounds. He’d do anything before speaking to her, wouldn’t he?

It wasn’t until she looked over her date’s shoulder, who sat sipping on only his second drink (he wanted to drive her home, after all) and yet once again, connected eyes with the devil himself. He held her there, frozen, with such a challenging stare that her heartbeat replaced the bass of the speakers. He allowed one eye to drop down in a sly wink, tongue darting to the corners of his mouth as he drank in her silhouette for a final time, and turned his back once again, finally out of the club with no other girl in sight.

The two left not too long after that. She’d mentioned she suddenly felt sick, thinking that the alcohol had gotten to her and apologized for wanting to go home, although she wasn’t sorry in the slightest. His cologne began to invade her senses and his hold on her made her feel trapped, causing her to grow nauseous and wish she’d been pressing her face into the firm chest of another man. One who had held her hair back the first time she was this drunk in his presence, and the same one who told her he’d fight for her regardless of the competition.

The thing is, he loved to play games. And never though to play fair. Sure, on the ice he followed the rules and earned his spot as a crowd favorite. However, anywhere else, he was in control, and she scolded herself for being so naive. She debated with herself while her date helped her into his front seat, pulling her seat belt over her lap and buckled her in, making sure she was comfortable before jogging over to the driver’s side. Had it been any other day, she’d thank him, maybe even swooned. However, her head throbbed saying one name over and over, and it wasn’t his.

She gave him directions, ignoring the way his palm crept up her knee, knowing that the other man she kept thinking about would’ve rubbed small loving circles with his thumb on the inside of her thighs. It wasn’t long before she found themselves driving along a familiar street, lights glaring on the sidewalk she spent many nights on, hand in hand with someone who at the time she considered, above all, her best friend. Although she hadn’t realized until that exact moment, she wondered if it had been unintentional at all, as she lived on the other side of the city yet automatically told him to go this way. And even went as far as telling him to pull up to a luxury apartment building she no longer could call her’s, never thinking once to stop herself before she made a stupid decision.

She leaned in to give him a quick peck on the cheek, waving off his pleas to “make sure she got up safely” thinking this is where she lived. As sweet as he was, it wasn’t what she craved, and she wish she’d lost her appetite by the time she was knocking on the man’s door.

He’d welcomely opened it, almost as if he’d been waiting for her, and was conveniently shirtless with sweatpants hanging low. He met her lips expectantly as she threw herself on him, arms wrapping around his shoulder and fingers raking through his hair, holding on as if he would be stripped away from her in a heartbeat. She didn’t care that his pretentious neighbors could pass by any minute, because all she wanted to see, feel and hear was him. He groaned into her mouth, teeth clashing as he grabbed onto everything that he could with her chest pressed up against him. First her hips, then ass, and finally the back of her thighs as he carried her from the doorway, kicking it closed with his heel and moved them further into the apartment.

He pushed her against a wall, hands moving under his shirt to cup her breasts and bite at her neck, everywhere his lips fell left her scorching and writhing under him, merciless to his touch. She’d been moved and backed up again, this time with no clothes remaining and lips replacing where her’s had been. He mirrored her, grinding his naked body against her before reaching over and turning on the shower over their heads, water racing down the valley in between her breasts as he leaned down to lick it away. She knew he could still smell her coworker’s cologne on her, and wanted to tell him that his own musk was indescribably intoxicating, but could only manage a strangled moan as her trailed his lips farther down her body.

“You looked so good out there tonight,” she gasped as she felt him move his hand down to cup her heat, to which he replied by thrusting two fingers into her.

“I know.”

She had so much to say to him. She’d been rehearsing on her way up in the elevator. Yet as his fingers curled, she found herself shaking in seconds, begging him to continue as he teased her.

“Always such a fucking good girl for me,” he growled into her neck, sucking onto a particularly soft spot that she assumed no other man would ever be able find. His teeth scraped against her pulse, and she shook, unraveling and shaking, knowing she’d have fallen over if it wasn’t for him holding her up.

As she came down from her high, she could feel her chest tighten, making her collapse against him in exhaustion and full realization of what she was doing. He’d been so nonchalant during their encounter beforehand, and she questioned whether she’d known him at all. She’d ran back like a sick puppy, asking for attention and celebrating in it as if he didn’t plan to put her up for adoption the next day. And yet, she didn’t want to stop, nor could if she even wanted to.

Her sobs were muffled by his chest, as he quickly turned off the tap and moved to encompass her in his arms, wrapping her in a towel and sitting her on his lap as she shook in despair, coughing on her own cries and shifting to stop her from aggressively rubbing her eyes from stripping her vision away.

“Kas,” she weeped, clutching onto him, knowing that she’d leave before the day breaks and the two continue to pretend that they don’t know each other, and that they don’t care about each other in the slightest.

That couldn’t be farther from the truth, and she knew this as he carried her to the bed, moving her so that she rested on the plush pillows and rubbed her thighs in the most soothing manner. She didn’t know how many more apologies and promises she needed to hear before she could breathe again, but her chest tightened at the sight of him gently kissing the small ink on her ankle, one she’d spontaneously gotten with him only after knowing each other for six weeks.

He continued to move up her legs, and the rest of the night went on as the two continued to re-learn and memorize every inch of each other’s bodies, spending extra time fawning over the way each other’s lips molded together and their bodies fit like puzzle pieces. He eventually collapsed on her, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as she swallowed the tears that threatened to pool over again.

“Please stay.”

He had whispered it into her hair, and it had been so soft, she wondered if he’d even said anything at all.

Yet she did, and didn’t want to think about why as wrapped a leg over his and he pulled her even closer than before.

The two never slept that night, instead choosing to bask in each other’s warmth and mixed scent sticking and coating their skins. No more words were exchanged, and she held her breath, slowing her heartbeat down to match his. And even after climaxing more times than she ever had before, she craved for him to be closer in every way possible. And for once, she finally knew he felt the same.

The sun began to peak out from his curtains, ones that she’d picked out when they first moved in together. Slow sliding down his frame, she once again attempted to leave the bed, cringing at the cold air as she lifted the blanket just enough to stretch a leg out to the floor. Before she could place a foot down, an arm reached out to grab her waist, pulling her back into the bed as the sheets twisted at their connected hips.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he grumbled, pressing his face into her neck as the raspiness scratched at her ears.

She combed her fingers through his hair, sighing as she looked at the time on the clock already quickly approaching noon. Her head pounded and his weight crushed her, yet she felt far more comfortable than she had in awhile.

“Home,” she shrugged, only to be met with a confused daze, eyebrows furrowed as he moved to sit on his elbows, pushing her hair behind her ears.

He hadn’t said anything in response, moving to lift the blanket and settle in between her thighs again, reminding her of the times she’d wake up beside him every day and what they had entailed, and she wondered if he was just mocking her all along.

It was clear that neither wanted another friend in the lives, knowing very well that the two of them could never stay as such. Instead, they waited, and waited, and continued to wait until the day that their “just one more night” finally turned into their final night. And oh, what a tragedy that was.

#kasperi kapanen #kasperi kapanen imagine #kasperi kapanen imagines #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #nhl smut #toronto maple leafs #maple leafs #smut #auston matthews #william nylander #freddie anderson #kappy

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kettlewrites · 6 years

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bad boy!han (jisung) [negative utopia!au]

thank you to the anon who requested this! [totally inspired by nosedive from black mirror]

warning: min. profanity! (no proofreading) [2.9k words]

also,, it’s a bad boy who is not really a “BAD” boy au

jisung has always been viewed as a “bad” boy, it was never his intention but in a world that is based on “stupid” star ratings and fake interactions,, he had no choice but to be viewed as an outcast.

after dropping below a 3.0 rating from protesting these views he held

he was disowned by his own family, but luckily was picked up by a few guys around his own age and have been with them ever since.

and now it’s been three years since chan and changbin offered a place in their run down cabin to jisung,, all of them not accepted by the world of fake smiles and friendships.

throughout the years, the three of them went along in their lives to discover the true meaning of life that was hidden by the government,, finding that there was more to the world than a swipe of 5 stars

jisung had the lowest score out of them,, still running around with that 1.4 rating above his head that created on-lookers who were complete strangers to continue to drop his level down

and this is where you come around

you were from a family of high 4.0s,, you being a 4.7 who had never gone below a 4.5 in years

you had always been used to the artificial interactions you come across in your everyday life,, whether it was given something on the house for an easy 5 star rating or someone who complimented you with their full pearly whites, smiling so hard and wide that their botox was seeping out of their pores,, you became numb to it and would respond back with the same disingenuous smile before swiping your thumb to the five star option

it was your everyday,, and almost everyone else’s in the small bubble you associated with so you never felt odd or out of place with your routine

it was something that you could expect a mlle away,, probably even in your sleep

“good morning, y/n.” jennifer says with a giant smile, “would you like a croissant? they gave me an extra one by accident.”

you smile back, although on the inside you were frowning in disgust, “no thank you.”

‘a little try-hard aren’t you? just for a five star, yuck.’ you mentally groaned as you slid through her timeline, full of pictures of her dogs

you couldn’t lie, you had a soft spot for cute puppers which raised her score to a mediocre 3 star rating

funny how she was acting all nice then immediately curses you out once you left the elevator as she saw her level ding down a few decimals

you walked out of the apartment complex, mindlessly scrolling through the timeline that was projected on your phone not paying attention to the world around you

that was when you bumped into him,, your eyes widened as you laid eyes on the blond boy who had a flashing 1.4 at the side of his face

“s-sorry.” he mumbles, “i should’ve paid attention to where i was going.”

you furrow your brows, pondering how someone like him was able to get such a low score

“the 1.4? yes, it’s low. no, i’m not on double-damage. yes, i’m perfectly fine at where it is.” it was as if he had read your mind

you smile, almost genuinely the feeling quite odd to you, “i hadn’t even said anything yet.”

his smile was radiating, sending a pang into your chest, even if it was just a small half smile it was one of the brightest smiles you have seen in a long time

his hand was on the back of his neck as he laughs off your statement, “i just know that look. i’ve gotten them almost every day for the past three years.”

he was intriguing, everything about him sparked your curiosity, from the way he felt so genuine to the story he held behind that flashing score

“what’s.. your name?” you ask, putting your phone aside, your heart wanting to interact with him face-to-face rather than letting you find out his every detail by yourself from your phone

“do you not want to look yourself?” he asks, that same half smile on his face, “a 4.7 actually wanting to have a conversation with me?”

you shrug, cocking your head sideways, “there’s just something about you.” ‘that makes me want to learn more and more.’

“the name is jisung.” now your chest was twisting when he smiled widely, it had looked the same as every smile you’ve seen but how did his make you feel so differently?

the way his eyes curled into crescent moons and his nose crinkled. the way his smile felt so warm and at home unlike all the other ones you’ve seen that were cold and distant.

“jisung.” the way the name rolled around your mouth made you giddy and warm, “i like it.”

his laugh was hearty, bouncing off of his chest and the way he threw his head back as he laughed made you want to laugh but you didn’t know how to sound as genuine as he did

you subconsciously heard that awful sound of his level dinging down every minute he spent standing outside with you as yours was ringing up causing you to scrunch your face in uneasiness

“it’s okay, i’m used to it.” jisung mumbles, nothing about his tone was sad or disappointed

you looked around at the people around you, how they were looking at you and jisung differently although you both were doing the exact same thing

the only difference was his low score and your high one

“i should probably get going, i wouldn’t want you to ding down.” his smile was still radiating, how was he able to be so positive in a world that treated him so poorly?

“i’d love to see you again one day!” it was one of your automated goodbyes, but this time saying it felt so authentic to you

“you can always find me with that phone of yours.” he says before waving goodbye

‘phone of yours? what could be possible mean by that?’

it had been a few days since your encounter with jisung

he was wrapped around your everyday thoughts, something always leading you back to your short conversation that you held with him

you were sitting at the breakfast bar in your family home, mindlessly scrolling through jisung’s feed for the tenth time in hopes that he would give an update

you were hesitant to send him a message, scared that he would ignore you

your father places a hand on your shoulder, giving you a startle

you instantly shut off your phone and turn to look at him, that fake smile wrapped itself onto your lips once again

“i talked to your reputelligent therapist.” he started, taking a seat beside you on the empty stool, “he showed me your conversation with that 1.4 kid.”

you gulped down, now feeling extremely nervous which was also a new feeling

“i don’t like that kid.” he says outright not hesitating anything he says, “you know what means, I shouldn’t have to hear about him again the next time i talk to your therapist.”

“therapist.” you scoff, “a fucking therapist? you call him a therapist? dad, he looks at how i swipe my finger i’m pretty sure that’s not a therapist!”

you anger was boiling, you’ve never been so upset at anyone like this before

“do not speak to me in that tone.” ironic as his was just as harsh and cold as yours was, but what was the point when everyone spoke that way towards each other in this house.

“then don’t judge a book by it’s cover, or in this case a person by their number.” you snap, before hopping down from the stool and heading to your room

as you were almost at the end of the hallway you heard that disgusting down-voting sound that you heard when you were with jisung

you look down to see that your father had given you a single star rating which caused you to,, loosen all of your held up aggression

“you would do that to your own child?” you were screaming at this point, your face was red and your knuckles became white as you gripped your phone tightly, “all of this is just a game to you isn’t it?”

he huffed, furrowing his brows and crossed his arms across his chest to close himself away from your attacks, “you deserved it.”

“even the conversations you have with your own children have to be rated? do you even know a life where you don’t rate every interaction?” your tone was bitter, but you were speaking from your mind

something you hadn’t done in years

“stop it now, y/n.” he insisted.

“all this life is to you is holding that stupid 4.8.” you pointed at the flashing number beside his face, “i guess genuine isn’t in your vocabulary anymore.”

and with that, you walked past him towards the front door, another down-vote sound ring from your phone,, you don’t even bother to turn around since you felt his eyes boring through the back of your head,, all you did was raise your arm to flip the bird at him.

the outside world felt different to you,, trying to distract yourself from the flashing numbers beside everyone’s face

you had that urge to rip out your eye-implant that allowed you to see it

the bubble in your throat was threatening to become into a sob, the overwhelming feeling rushing through your body after releasing all your pent up anger

you felt a ring coming from your phone, it wasn’t a rating this time but a text

‘two one star ratings? ouch.’ you read the message summary from your notification screen, the name sending your mind into a whirl

jisung

‘you’ve been watching my score? you don’t seem the type.’

‘and you’ve been watching my feed so you don’t seem like that type either.’

‘touché. we should talk.’

‘i can meet you by the old library?’

jisung had ran the library after you agreed,, his heart was racing and some of his strand of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead

you were sitting at the front of the building, looking at the scenery around you instead of putting your nose into your phone

“what was it,, being rude to a cashier or being too loud in the back of a taxi or was it both?” he was already smiling, not bothering to greet you with the usual hi, hello, how are yous

you chuckle, "you won’t believe me if i told you.”

“try me, i’ve gotten a one star for almost everything you could possibly think of.” he sat beside you, leaving inches between the two of you

“defending you.” your voice was soft, but you turn to look at him.

his eyes widened and the confusion was written all over his face

“defending me? you’re kidding right?” his tone had changed, his smile faded into a thin straight line.

“i was right. i knew you wouldn’t believe me.” you laughed again, it was more of a in-your-face-i-told-you-so laugh

the feeling between the two of you changed,, it was tense and the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife

“why would you ever defend me? you don’t even know me.” he sounded rather upset and it struck you in the wrong way,, why would he be upset for you helping him?

“jisung,, just because i don’t know you well doesn’t mean i shouldn’t stand up for you from people who judge you just for your number.” your eyebrows furrow in frustration,, you didn’t have the words to express your emotions

“who was it?”

“my,, dad.” you hesitated to answer, you were still trying to process the argument you had with him earlier

“are you a fucking idiot?” his tone was harsh, just like the one you had heard come from your father. his body language went through the same process, closing himself away from you.

“excuse me?” you asked,, taken aback by his reponse

“are you stupid? why would anyone in their right mind defend a 1.4 especially you,, a person with a 4.5.” you could tell his stance was getting more serious, he had turned into someone you’ve never seen before

granted,, you’ve only seen him once and stalked his feed but more so you’ve never expected such a happy-go-lucky guy be so serious and upset

“so what you’re saying is that i should have let him bad-mouth you?”

he shrugged, “what’s new? it’s not like i don’t go through it everyday anyways. one more person doing it wouldn’t hurt me.”

“jisung,, just because people do it all the time does not mean it’s okay!”

“i don’t want you the end up like me!” he finally screams, “as happy as i am with where i am in life,, i don’t want you to end up being mistreated like i have. you’ve been so sheltered with your score... there’s so many things people do to you just because of the number of your score.”

it took him a minute to calm down,, and he leaned against the wall of the building before looking at you again

“i was disowned by my family after protesting against the reforms..i see them in town and they won’t even blink an eye in my direction. everywhere i walk in town i get cursed at or tossed around,, i’m seen as a bad guy and i really don’t want that to happen to you.”

“but you’re happy.” you acknowledged, “you’re happier now than i would ever be if i stayed in my home and i want that happiness in my life jisung. i’m so tired of all of the artificial interactions.. of all the fake smiles and the fake friendships.”

your eyes began to water, “even if means that i have to give up my family and my privileges of having a high score to be happy,, i would do it.”

jisung looked at you, watching the tears stream down your face. his heart twisted in his chest,, looking at you reminded him of himself three years ago

“you’re not a bad guy.” you whisper, still choking on the sob you were trying to keep in, “everyone in this town doesn’t even know what a real interaction is anymore and it’s sad.”

“you really want to leave everything behind.. for me?”

that’s what made you laugh,, you knew he was teasing you as well from his emphasis on ‘for me’

“shut up.” you laugh, his teasing helping you feel better, “i’d give everything up if that meant i could be happy and if you happen to make me happy in the long run then yeah for you as well idiot.”

so,, you never ended up reconciling with your father. you avoided him when you had gone home that day after meeting with jisung.

jisung had told you to give a thought for a bit before jumping into a big decision over fresh anger

but you,, knew it was the best decision you could make as once you got home,, your brother and mother were both ignoring you already as if they all made a silent agreement to not see you as family anymore

that night you packed a bag and jumped out of your window,, not even bothering to leave a letter goodbye

you messaged jisung about your actions as you were walking back to the empty library with a duffle on your side,, he was already there when you arrived

jisung had convinced chan and changbin to make room for you,, as you really didn’t have anywhere else to go. they decided to use your score to their advantage until it went down in return for housing.

you didn’t object to it,, jisung and you were assigned to go around running errands and that’s when your score started to spiral down to match jisung’s

word had spread quick that you left your family

after a year of being free,, you couldn’t ask for anything different. you were happy.

now whenever you looked back to your first encounter with jisung,, it all made sense of how and why he was so happy.

“so you did do it for me.” he teases, holding your hand as you both walked downtown to the grocery store

“not really for you when we weren’t even dating when i left everything.” you joke back, wrapping your arm around his still holding into his hand

“that’s only because you wouldn’t admit you liked me until six months ago!”

“as if! you’re the one who couldn’t ask me out until changbin told me you were trying to so I asked you!”

“but you wouldn’t change it for the world right?”

“hey that’s my line.”

and he was right, you definitely wouldn’t change it for the world.

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