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quaintii · 11 months

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The CEO

A/N: the strip club scene from the movie, "Alice" and my dirty fantasies made me write this. I stood up for 4 hours revising this over and over so if there's mistakes, pls comment 😭 Hella long too 😭 word count is prob 4k?

Contents and warnings: breeding kink, hair pulling, choking, spanking, blackmail, remote-controlled vibrator, workplace setting, very very filthy smut <3

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Summary: You worked as a secretary to your CEO for a couple of months now and he was very cold to you and everyone else. You have a secret: you work as a stripper in a prestigious strip club.

You work at Alchemax main building, you're a main secretary for Miguel O'Hara, the CEO in charge. You always greet him with a happy energy every morning, though he doesn't bother to return it back. You find him very cold. You try refusing that you didn't want to take a bite out of him or for him to break you because of his tone and stern glare whenever his eyes would meet yours. The tension between you two was thick. But you ignored it. You still kept your composure whatsoever whenever you would glance at him being furious, he would lash out his anger back at you whenever a meeting didn't go through. Deep down, you enjoyed the degradation, rushing hot blood to your cunt, pulsing."Ms. L/N, seriously you have to keep up with the latest specific studies, you can't keep coming in here turning in reports that were beyond due! Are you sure you're staying focused on this job, Ms? I will have to fire you if you dare make me lose another opportunity for growth of this company." He said with an angry sigh. "Sorry, Mr. O'Hara, I've just been busy with personal issues lately and I don't mean to push aside my work, ever! I'll make sure to meet your expectations next time." You say with confidence. "Okay, one last try. Or you're fired. Get out of my office."

He said while keeping his eyes on his computer. You nod and excuse yourself, walking towards the door, he turns his eyes to your body. Eyeing you up and down. He once again sighed angrily. He wanted you badly even since you first walked through that door. He would jerk himself in the middle of the night, wanting to thrust inside your pretty cunt til you were cock-drunk. Wanting to feel your hot walls wrapping around his cock, sucking him in like a vacuum. Begging for more. He couldn't stop thinking of you. On the other hand, you still push through his grumpy side, just for the money. Besides working this job, you have a small side hustle to gain more money. You wouldn't say you're greedy, you're just meeting your own needs. You thought to yourself if you possibly had an exhibitionism kink…probably.

At midnight, you work at a high prestige strip club, teasing men with your lascivious body. You wore almost nude outfits, begging to be ripped off your brown skin. Tonight you were by far exhausted from the calculations from work, and working as a stripper helped you ease down. You would keep your identity hidden with a wig and do your makeup a different way. You placed on your blonde wig in the dressing room, you wore some black and red lingerie that was decorated with soft silky satin finishes. It was completely exposing, besides your nipples - which had nipple covers on them, hearts to be exact. One of your companions on stage came up to you, "Hey girl, guess who we have today?" "What? Those musty middle-aged men again?" You laugh off. "No..we have a vip here. He seems really hot." She giggled. "Penny, you know that VIPs wear masks right? How could one be hot while wearing a masquerade mask? I'm pretty sure you're just bluffing, don't be a tease, babe." You said while sighing. "Whatever you say, just giving a heads up that I'm going to take him tonight." She said with a squeal.

You were waiting in line for your turn to perform, though things changed as your boss said you had a pole stage all to yourself. "You're one of my favorites and I think you'll lure in the VIP, this is very big for this company, so do well." He said and walked off. Only the best could perform on this stage, as a teen you practiced a lot of flexibility and dancing. Who would've known it'd taken you here, at this moment. As you walk past the curtains, you lean by the walls, posing yourself. You walk slowly to the spotlight by the pole and do some spins and a split, opening your legs to your clothed cunt towards the audience.

Lots of woahs echo in your ears, afterall you were the best one here. You tried to remember what the chick from earlier said, you kept trying to find a man with a masquerade mask but you couldn't. Until you faced your eyes towards the low, lighted bar. He was focusing on your body and face. You sneakily changed your position to face him, swaying your hips to the song, seductively going lower and lower. You raise yourself by your legs hanging on the pole, doing some twists. The man takes a sip of some alcohol then signaling you to come towards where he was. You finished off your show and a lot of groans were heard. As you approached the man in the mask, everyone's eyes were on you. You finally see this man's figure and he was towering. You almost stumbled back because he seemed so frightening. He grabbed your wrist harshly and headed towards the vip lounge rooms. To the last row at the very end is where you were taken. "Quítate la ropa," he said with a grating tone. (Take off your clothes.)

You disobeyed him as it did seem too fast for you, so you did a little teasing. You faced your ass upfront to his crotch. Straddling him slowly with your hips. You heard light groans but nothing more than that. You figured out a way for him to get more pleased. You started giving him a lap dance. Moving your ass upfront to his face. Arching your back on the table that you laid on top. You would move your hips to the side, still teasing, but you stopped as soon as you heard a rough voice whispering in your ear, "No me hagas eso muñeca, yo no la haría si era tu. Quiero ver tu coño." (Don't do that to me doll, I wouldn't do that if I were you. I want to see your cunt.) He said while nibbling your ear. Shivers were sent down to your spine, doing so, you removed your panties and spread your legs at him. "Feliz?" (Happy?) You said in a low tone. "No, quiero que volteretas tu coño y culo a mi, corazón." (No, I want you to turn around and face your pussy and ass towards me, love.) He said with a grinning smile.

Those nicknames drove you wet to your core a bit, so you decided to push his limit. "Y que me pasó si no lo hago casó?" (And what will happen if I don't listen?) You said giggling. You suddenly gasp as you keep his bodyweight laying down on yours onto the satin sofa, feeling his crotch, a huge bulge against your ass. "No te va gustar mucho, amor." He rubbed his hips against yourself, you pushing your ass to his hips, hoping to relieve some friction on your cunt. He moved himself and slapped your ass harshly. You yelp out a moan. "¿Quién te dijo que puedes hacer eso? Yo soy quien mando, cariño. Te gusta eso?" (Who said you could do that? I'm the one in charge here, love. You like that?) He said while snickering softly.

You turn your head around and nod slowly. You bite your swollen lip, your cunt now dripping in slicked wetness. The mysterious man then placed a finger, moving them to your clit. You moan in relief. "F-fuck, please fuck me sir, please…" "Look how wet you are for me..you're such a dirty slut." He said while landing another slap on your ass, making you jerk forward and whimper. "Turn around for me." You do as he said, biting your lips, hoping for something exciting. That is until you notice his mask is off, and your blood runs cold. Your face burns up with embarrassment and you covered your cunt with your hands. "Mr.O'Hara, I didn't know it was you, how did you even find me here, I-i." He placed a finger on your lips, quickly shutting you up. "I know everything about you. Here, take this and wear it tomorrow for the presentation. If you don't, I'll have to fire you for moral turpitude. Looking like dirty, fucking, slut at night and working at my office in day like a good girl." He said, whispering into your ears.

His hot breath and voice once again sparked fire down your core. He quickly left you alone in the lounge room, leaving you to your own rapid thoughts. You couldn't stop hyperventilating from what just happened, you can't afford to get fired! Your whole record would be ruined for doing something so indecent. You couldn't hate yourself more than right now. Round the corner, a red box catches your eyes. You proceed to open it and it's a remote controlled vibrator, though the remote, you assumed, he had. You placed the pieces together and realized you had to wear this to the next presentation meeting. You couldn't let your record get ruined, let alone knowing your boss telling others of what you do at night. You had to face it and put up with it.

The next day, you kept staring at the vibrator. You were nervous, sweat droplets spreading across your face. What if it falls off during the presentation? What if someone could hear the vibrations? You kept wondering about so many endless scenarios about the 'What if.' You took a deep sigh and placed it in your cunt. It was cold against your warm pussy. It felt quite uncomfortable. As you walked to Mr. O'Hara's office, you couldn't gather the courage to even knock on his door nor look at his face after last night. But you did so anyway. "Here are the reports for today, Mr. O'Hara. I made sure they're all good for the presentation soon." You said timidly. "Perfect, thank you Ms. L/N, I hope you remember what I told you last night. Let's see how well you do today, if you fail I'll just have to fire you." He said with a cold tone but with a hint of amusement. You audibly gasped and faced him. His eyes already magnetized onto yours, eyeing you up and down.

You felt yourself getting aroused again, his sculpted features drew you in further. Your mind brings back how his crotch felt against your hips, he was rock hard and it felt heavenly. "I-I made s-sure of that, Mr. O'Hara." You kept stumbling over your words, causing you to scream inside. "Great, you can head out now." He said while grinning. Still eyeing you. You excuse yourself and quickly get out of there, you felt like there was no air in your lungs, you placed your palms on your face wondering how bad this could possibly go. You cursed under your breath.

The presentation was starting, Mr. O'Hara was doing the first couple of slides then you had the rest to yourself. Unfortunately, the presentation was 10 slides long. Many prestigious men entered the room, greeting one another. You sit by Mr. O'Hara's chair, his chair being right in the middle in the very back, facing the board. About 20 minutes pass, and it's your turn to present. "Welcome to Alchemax, I would like to provide you guys with an amazing proposal that would benefit both sides of our companies." You said while switching your eyes with the representatives and Miguel. You see something shift in his suit, and you jolt as you feel the vibrations on. You almost stumble on the floor by the unexpected vibrations. "Sorry about that, probably something I ate this morning. Stomach ache!" You say trying to brush off your jolting. You start with your first slide, glaring at Miguel whenever he would turn on and off the vibrating.

Your cunt was dripping wet. You wanted more vibrations even if you were to embarrass yourself right now and risk your job. You tried your best to pay no attention to how Miguel's eyes would light up dark red, giving you an erotic stare. As if he was unclothing you with his eyes. Watching you break all over something small, he wondered how badly you'd break around his cock, using your body like a a slut you are. As you kept speaking, the vibrations kept increasing which caused you to stutter multiple times. "Excuse me miss, is something ok?" Asked a representative. "Oh I'm sure it's just nothing, don't worry." You smile softly. You then glare at Miguel, for embarrassing you during your big project. But deep down, you enjoyed it. You coughed and continued your presentation. The vibrator started fastening more, your clit becoming sensitive as time went by. It felt like the slided wouldn't come to an end, you felt wobbly to your knees.

You tried your best to not fall and keep your professional composure. Small tears streaked down your cheeks, you had hoped they were unnoticed. You felt like coming until it finally stopped. You let out a small growl, staring at Miguel in dissatisfaction. You were finally done with your presentation which felt like ages. The moment you sat down, Miguel increased it to it's highest speed. You jolted, your nerves and blood rushing through your system. You let out a stifled moan, and proceeded to play it out as a cough. Now that you're sitting, the vibrator is hitting your clit even harder. You felt like the pleasure was going to leave you unconscious because it just felt so good. You had half-lidded eyes looking at Miguel, begging for him to stop but he just smirked at you. You bit the inside of your cheeks, drawing out blood, you kept holding in your moans and breathing heavily.

You felt like your eyes were rolling back to your head. You just rested your head on the chair's head support. Your throat felt like it was about to let out a loud moan and you choked on your saliva. You couldn't hold it in anymore, so you hurriedly left the room and ran to the bathroom. Miguel still kept the vibrator on it's highest setting which made you stumble on the way onto the floor the moment you made it to the bathroom. You placed your arms on the sink, holding yourself up as you felt your cunt pulsing and spasming around the device, finally letting out your moans. Your legs were wobbly and you finally came.

Your breathing became unstable-like, you tried your best to regulate it back. You started at yourself in the mirror, how could you do something so foolish and be caught up in this situation? You pulled off the device and flushed it down the toilet. You finally thought it was over and you could keep your job. That is until you open the door, Miguel immediately barging in and grabbing your waist towards his chest. He closed the door behind him. "God you should've seen how you looked squirming, princess. You looked adorable, you're such a good girl y'know? You should be rewarded." "Miguel, please let this be over…" You gave out more moans as he massaged your breasts. "Todavía no, cariño. Te quiero conmigo, quiero usar tu cuerpo y saber tu precioso coño.." (Not yet love, I want to be with you, use your body and taste your pretty pussy.)

He gruffed as he sucked onto your neck. "Mhmmf.. M-miguel, please…" You whimpered out. "Be a good slut for me, do that for me." He grabbed a hold of your throat, lifting towards his face. His eyes lit up with lust. Your brain was starting to fog up. "Si..Miguel..mmhgfm fuck, please fuck me Miguel." You say with a strained voice as his fingers grip your throat tighter. "Tenga cuidado con lo que pides, amor. Porque ya no puedo detenerme más." (Be careful with what you ask for, love. Because I would be able to hold myself back anymore.) You jumped and wrapped you legs around his waist and hips, his arms holding you up as you wrap your hands around his neck.

The both of you kiss hungrily each other, as if your life depended on it. Both of your lips finally left go to breathe. You stare at his lips and eyes with your lust filled, low lidded eyes. "Miguel, put your cock inside of me, p-please.." You whimper and suck on his neck. He leans his head back and he groans which makes your cunt pulse. "Sé una buena chica para mí, cariño. Quiero que me la chupes. Dios, tengo tantas ganas de cogerte ahora mismo. Mira lo que me haces muñeca.." (Be a good girl for me, baby. I want you to blow me. God, I want to fuck you so bad right now. Look what you do to me doll…) You obey and go on your knees. You lower his zipper and his boxers.

His cock springs out, the base is dark brown while his tip is a pinkish brown. It was leaking with pre-cum, begging to be sucked on. You kitten-licked the tip - teasingly by giving it small kisses on the head. Miguel looks down at you, he could barely control himself to the point he wants to throat fuck you til you can't breathe. You then take half of him in your warm mouth, swirling your tongue around his length. He grabs ahold of your head and leans back on a wall, keeping himself standing. "Mierda.. tu boca.." (Fuck.. your mouth.) He cursed under his breath. You hollow your cheeks and you take more of him as your throat relaxes. He reluctantly bucked his hips, causing you to choke. You loved how his cock tasted, how it felt full in your mouth. You started fastening and Miguel lost full control.

He grabbed your hair and bucked his hips harshly. Hid hips spasming."F-fuck your mouth feels like heaven, amor. Fuck you're taking me so well…such a dirty slut." He moaned. You looked up at him with teary eyes, the sound of sucking echoed. You were squirming and pressuring your thighs together. When you moaned, he loved how tight your throat would get. You felt that he was about to come so you hollow your cheeks even more. He looked down at you, and he finally pumped his semen down your throat, it felt hot and bittersweet. You finally detach your mouth from his dick but licking all of him clean.

It caused something in Miguel to completely break. He grabbed you up and removed your skirt and panties. He bent your back, you arched it even further as he slapped your ass harshly, making you jerk forward. He placed you In Front of a tall mirror. "I want you to look how I fuck you..how good I fucking make you feel. No one will ever make you feel this good. Your pussy is fucking mine." He says while biting on your shoulders with his fangs. He removed all of his clothes and removed your top. "Look at your fucking tits, all of me. Mierda..." He drew out blood and sucked it dry. He lines up his dick In Front of your cunt, teasing it. You couldn't wait anymore, you were too desperate for him to pound you without mercy. Making a complete mess of you til you couldn't walk.

He pinched your perked nipples, making you shiver and bite down on your swollen lip. You look at the mirror, he keeps eyeing you, he would never remove his eyes off of your body. He slapped your ass and moved his mouth to your breasts. Sucked them like it was the last time with you. You let out loud moans."M-miguel please, I want your fucking cock inside of me..please I want you inside of me so bad. P-please..f-fuck." You whimper. He smirked devilishly. "Where do you want me, cariño.." He huffed out. "Inside of my fucking pu-." You were interrupted as he slams his cock inside of you, keeping a steady pace, your throat chokes continuously on your moans, it felt so fucking good. All of the air in your lungs left, you felt him touching your insides. Your cunt pulsing and squeezing him while he pulled out and thrusted into you even harder. You placed your hands onto the mirror, gasping and moaning.

Chanting Miguel's name incoherently like a prayer. You wanted him to ruin you, you wanted to be his cum dumpster. "F-fuck mmhfm m-miguel please stop..s'too much. Fuck..aughmmhffm…" You moaned out in gasps. "Look how slutty you look, taking in my cock so good like a good slut. Such a good girl, your pussy keeps sucking me in princessa..f-fuck.." He moans. He grabs your throat, making you face yourself In Front of the mirror. Your mouth was agape, eyes rolled back to your skull, making erotic sounds that caused Miguel's cock to harden even more. Both of your bodies were sweating and heaving, making the room atmosphere thicken. You were so cock-drunk, your brain couldn't form coherent thoughts, let alone words.

The only thing you could think was his dick inside of you, deep. You arched your back even more, allowing him to dig deeper inside of your warm pussy. You felt like you were going to fucking collapse by the amazing pleasure. That was until he pulled out. "F-fuck.. I want everyone to see what a dirty slut you are." He huffed and kissed you hard. "M-miguel, what if someone sees us." You said with a worried tone. "Don't you like that? Don't you like to be seen being fucked by me, all inside your pussy, amor?" You nod and whimper. "Y-yes Miguel.." He opens the bathroom door and heads to his office, gathering all the clothes and placing them on his couch. Fortunately, no one was on the floor. He grabs you by the throat, gripping it harder. He slammed your body onto the desk, causing paperwork to fall but you couldn't care less now. Your face and tits were planted on the cold desk, sending shivers down your spine.

Miguel pulled your hips upward, making you arch. He used his fingers to separate your lips and see your glistening cunt. He inserted his fingers inside your pussy and you moaned. He took them out to taste them and he almost came from it alone. You tasted so sweet, like a forbidden fruit. Your pussy pulsated and clenched around nothing, begging for some attention. "Miguel I want your cock inside of me again, please.." You whimpered. "Be a good girl and wait." He licked your pussy up and down and rubbed your clit. You stretch your neck, feeling so good and moaning that your voice was so strained. He slaps your pussy, making you jolt forward. He then grabs you by the waist and pushed your body against the sky high windows. "I want everyone to see how good I'm fucking you..you like that don't you?" He said while smirking. "Y-yes Miguel please fuck my dirty pussy already. Fuck me til I can't breathe." You groaned.

He slammed into your cunt once again, suddenly making you let out a loud strained moan. You kept cursing and yelling his name. Your moans would only get louder as he rubbed his thumbs up and down on your clit, pressing on it hard. His other hand pinched your nipples while his mouth landed on your neck. Your back arched back to his chest, causing him to reach your soft, squishy walls that you thought were unreachable. You could barely control your body's weight. Miguel grabbed both of your hips and bent your back even more. Your face against the window causes it to fog up. His cock slammed harder inside of you, deeper. His claws deepened on your hips. He slammed up into you at a much faster pace than before, hitting all the places he knew you loved. “Eres mia... Mia y mia solo,” (You're mine, mine and mine only.) Miguel whispered into your ear before kissing the skin below it.

His voice had lost its cold underlining, whining out as his hips stuttered. Miguel's hips rocked still before he let out a soft sigh, his cum painted your walls perfectly. You writhed under his large body, riding your own orgasm as he continued to rub your clit. Coming down to a stop you sighed as your body shook at the intensity. "You're my little cum slut, aren't you? Yeah you like it when I fill your pussy up with my cum don't you?" Miguel slowly pulled out, shoving his fingers into me immediately, making my back arch. He pumped his cum back inside of my pussy. You collapse from overstimulation. You wake up a few hours later on a soft bed. An arm wraps around you. You felt warm and cared for. You look up and see Miguel sleeping. He looked beautiful. You want something to happen between the two of you and hopefully become a couple. You moved closer to him and placed a kiss on his cheek and he suddenly placed one on your forehead.

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thelightsandtheroses · 10 months

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Secret Smile: Lost Daughter (Chapter Two)

Secret Smile | Javier Peña x female reader

Summary: Before returning to Colombia to get things right this time, Javi’s childhood best friend asks him to to keep an eye out for his sister while they’re both stationed in the embassy. Only you don’t need Javier to keep an eye you her. Your role as a new legal advisor is all about keeping an eye on him after all. Sparks fly, lines will be drawn and broken and there’s everything to lose. Word Count: 3.5k Chapter Warnings: 18+ blog - by reading on you’re confirming you’re over 18, language, mentions of alcohol, reader has a nickname but no physical descriptors used Author’s Note - Thank you all for the comments and reblogs so far, I’m so pleased are enjoying and responding this so far and am excited to now introduce the Reader’s POV. Thank you again to the lovely @wildemaven for this gorgeous fic header.

Chapter One | Series Masterlist

Bogota, Colombia

You pull the edge of your blazer down further, smooth over any potential creases. It started with first day nerves and now has become a strange tradition or habit whenever you enter the office. It doesn’t matter that you’ve been working here for several weeks, or that the staff at the embassy gate have finally recognise you when you drive in, every time you walk in you feel like an imposter.

You originally accepted this job as the deputy to a key legal advisor and liaison attaché, however they quit less than forty-eight hours after you had landed and left the country almost immediately, leaving little time for a handover. You’ve been unofficially covering the position ever since and while it started as a baptism of fire, so far it seems to be working.

Mostly.

It’s been a steep learning curve. However, with some slightly feverish research each evening, hard work and determination, it’s starting to feel more like a normal job.

You’d never been to Colombia before this assignment. While you were lucky enough to have travelled with your family when you were younger, to even have studied abroad at one point, you had never been anywhere like this outside of family vacations.

DC is firmly in your rear-view mirror now. That’s where it belongs.

This part of the embassy is full of energy today; there’s an excitement humming through the corridors, an impatience even. Normally people keep to themselves, remain focused on their jobs and sticking within their departments. You wonder if there’s a VIP visitor due in today; that would explain it all.

You’ve heard rumours that senators may be flying down soon, that DC wants to see where its money is going. The embassy isn’t quite neat enough, isn’t quite as on edge as you would expect in that scenario though.

If it’s not a VIP visitor, then what is it?

You briefly nod in greeting at one of the DEA agents who is talking in hushed, excited tones to another agent. You can’t remember his name - Nick? Neil, that’s it. Neil Stoddard.

He greets you and you can tell he wants to pull you into the conversation. You fight your natural curiosity - you don’t really need to know what is happening.

“Sorry, Agent Stoddard, I have to go prepare for a meeting. It’s good to see you both,” you say politely, briskly walking down the corridor and closer to your office.

The embassy is divided into cliques, a twisted version of high school. Departments rarely mix. Your department, with Justice and legal advisors and other liaisons is a rarity because you do have to interact with the other departments. Most of the time, you’ve noticed your department tries to avoid direct interactions though, conducting most of their business from their harshly lit offices.

You weren’t sure what you expected from this assignment, but it wasn’t this.

There’s a growing sense of dread rising through your stomach as you walk down the dimly lit corridor; it can’t be. Surely that wouldn’t be why everyone is acting like it’s Christmas. Besides, you thought you had some time before that happens.

This building is like a rabbit warren. In your first week you walked into several people’s offices instead of your own, got lost more times than you could count and wished you had drawn a map of some sorts for yourself.

Now it’s better. You can find your office anyway. Most of the time.

You’re in the office adjacent to a large office that most of the other Justice staff and lawyers are based in. It isn’t private, you share it with four other people, but your desk is further away from the others and it’s not directly underneath the air conditioning, unlike at your last job, so you can work with that.

“The new DEA attaché arrives today,” Judith says by way of greeting as you set down your bag down at your desk. Judith is an administrator and has been in Colombia for over a year now. The more you speak to her, the more it seems she knows everything about how the place actually runs.

“Hey, Judy. Oh, really? I thought he was coming down later in the month.” you reply, rummaging through your bag for your beloved and battered Filofax. Your bag is a mess, you really need to sort it out at some point.

“Mmhmm, have you heard about him?” Judith asks, resting her chin on one hand as she idly fiddles with the edge of her coffee mug.

“Not really,” you lie easily, though perhaps it isn’t really a lie. You hardly know Javier Peña anymore. Laredo is in your rear-view mirror along with all its ghosts.

You’ve never quite felt like you fitted in, not at home, not with your family. You threw yourself into good grades, career success, the same achievements you’d seen with your brother and the same achievements your parents craved for you both. It never felt like enough though and as soon as you could, you’d moved away and tried to continue those successes, those achievements outside of Laredo. You’re still not sure how well you’re doing with that; your parents and brother say they are proud, you just can’t quite believe it.

It is still strange that Javier Peña, your brother’s best friend growing up, is the same man these people are all whispering and eagerly awaiting. Javi Peña, who was a constant presence when you grew up in Laredo, who had been one of the few people to encourage your dreams of seeing the world outside of your hometown, outside of Texas. It was clear he harboured his own dreams there.

Only now he’s the Javier Peña who had helped bring down one of the world’s worst drug lords. He’s the Javier Peña, who according to your mom in her last phone call is the new hero of Laredo.

Only while most of the embassy seems to think of Javier the same way, your most recent meeting with Crosby and Stechner has raised your alarm bells. On the surface, nothing was said, nothing concrete. It’s almost as though they spoke to you in a foreign language and if you tried to explain what was said outside of the meeting to anyone else, it would mistranslate. It was the combination of tension, unspoken insinuations and the way certain words were emphasised. It unsettled you.

They want you to keep Javier aligned to what they want. You don’t even really know what that is; just that while on the surface you’ll be working ‘closely’ with Agent Peña and will be “supporting him in navigating the new realities of Colombia”, it all means a lot more than it sounds like. It sounds like you’re there to check the case is watertight, that things go by the book. You never took Javier for a maverick, but maybe things are different now, maybe he’s different.

You didn’t even pick up on their double meanings at the start of the meeting, just took it as gospel that you would help him, that you would be assisting the DEA to take down a cartel, providing liaison and legal guidance that utilised your skills and would help do something good in the world. Then it was just you and Stechner in the elevator.

Stechner definitely doesn’t see Javier as a hero. He made that clear. He made sure you heard the rumours, knew his take on it all and his previous experience with Agent Peña.

None of it matches with the Javi you remember. Stechner’s pulled any pedestal out from under Javi with too much ease, but it doesn’t feel natural, it doesn’t feel right. Maybe if Javier were a stranger, it would be easier, but he’s not.

He’s Javi.

“He has quite the reputation,” Judith says, breaking you out of your memories, “and not just for work either from what I hear.”

You don’t know the half of it, you think. ”Do you know if the ambassador is in yet?”

“Yes, and don’t forget you’ve got a 11am with him,” Judith says, a slightly disappointed expression on her face.

“Great,” you say flatly. You’d forgotten about this meeting and you feel underprepared at best, especially after your last meeting with him.

You check your watch, there’s enough time to finish this report and still prepare for your meeting later. “Coffee?” you ask Judith by way of a peace offering.

She shakes her head and points at the still full cup next to her.

“Alright, I am going to grab a quick coffee before I get started. It’s going to be a day, isn’t it? Wish me luck?”

“He helped take down Escobar, you know?” Judith says as you’re walking out of the office.

“The ambassador?” You turn around in confusion for a moment.

“No, silly, Agent Peña.”

”Oh, yes, of course. We’re uh, very lucky he’s coming back.”

“I have a meeting with Crosby,” you say to Crosby’s secretary, Linda, as you walk into the main office.

Linda barely looks up at you before saying, ”He’s expecting you. You can go right in.”

“Thanks, Linda,” you reply as you walk past her to Crosby’s door. You push open the heavy door reluctantly, already feeling your palms heat up with nervous anticipation.

“- need to work together on this one. We have the same goal,” Crosby says, pausing as the door loudly shuts behind.

Immediately, Javier looks up at you. He’s neatly suited and booted and you notice the empty glasses between him and Crosby. It’s not surprising, Crosby is one of those old school types after all. In fact, you’re amazed there isn’t in a cigar in one of their hands. You’d never dare to drink alcohol at work, but it’s different for you.

He looks surprised to see you, perhaps even a little disappointed. That stings: you’re sure it must have been a surprise to realise that you were here, but you hadn’t expected this. You thought that perhaps he’d be pleased to see someone from home, to have a familiar face beside him.

You try and remember when it was you last saw him. Rafa told you that Javi left Laredo very quickly after the Lorraine debacle which had happened while you were in college. You couldn’t blame Javier for wanting to leave that: gossip and scandal spreads like wildfire in a small town.

You’d left Laredo too - for college, for new opportunities. Now you only go back for special occasions, family get togethers. Even your closest friends in high school usually came to you or an agreed vacation spot rather than staying in Laredo.

The Javi you remember is sitting in your brother’s passenger seat with grown out hair, music playing and a light wind blowing as your brother reluctantly drops you off at the mall.

Now he’s different. His hair is short, neater, he dresses differently now. He reminds you a little of Atlas, carrying himself like the entire weight of the world rests on his shoulders. You didn’t expect that.

You wonder how he remembers you. If he even does. What would he remember? His friend’s younger sister: a shy bookworm who was so opinionated, so stubborn.

“Ah, perfect timing. This is Agent Peña, my new DEA attaché,” Crosby says by way of introducing you and waving his hand over to you to allow you to introduce yourself.

“It’s good to meet you, Agent Peña,” you say, meeting Javier’s eyes for the first time, extending a hand before you introduce yourself as though he were any other stranger.

He raises his eyebrows almost imperceptibly and for a second you think he’ll say something, but he just nods and takes your proffered hand.

“And you.”

“You two will be working closely together on this,” Crosby says, a too wide smile on his face. “She’s a specialist legal advisor and liaison from DC. I’ve assigned her to help you while you’re here - think of it as a secondment of sorts. She can help you with warrants, navigating the legal and local systems, liaising between our offices, with the Colombians and of course the CIA Station Chief.” This is more of an explanation of what he wants from you than he gave you last week.

Javi’s mask almost wavers. You noticed the way his brow furrows, eyes widen for a second, the slight movement of his jaw.

He wasn’t expecting this and that concerns you even more. What exactly have you been instructed to do?

The meeting winds up quickly after the introduction and the two of you walk outside and down toward the empty corridor.

“We’ve never met before then?” he asks, a wry smile on his face.

You exhale. “Look, I - it’s just easier that way. You have no idea what it’s like. If everyone realises that I know you from home, then people will make assumptions and I would rather not have to deal with them.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. This place is like a gossip factory, surely it was like that when you were here last?”

Javi smirks. “Probably. Okay, fine, that works for me. You know Stechner and Crosby already know where you’re from though.”

“Coming from the same hometown doesn’t mean we’d know each other. Laredo’s small but it’s possible we wouldn’t have crossed paths. If it wasn’t for Rafael, I doubt we would have,” you say, voice smaller than you wanted.

You hadn’t thought of that possibility. What if the whole thing was some sort of twisted test by Stechner or Crosby? You try and think about whether any ethical boundary is being crossed. You’ve never dated Javier, he’s not related to you by marriage or blood, in fact, he’s barely your friend, you’re not representing or prosecuting him, so no - no, there’s no obviously glaring ethical breach here you can think of.

“Don’t worry about it,” Javi says gently, clearly sensing your growing anxiety. “It’s been a long time since we last spoke anyway.” He emphasises the word long, looks you up and down until you scowl at the tone to his voice.

He holds his hands up in defence, smiles as he meets your eyes, chuckling to himself.

“Crosby said you had taken some vacation time back home. You were in Laredo?” you ask.

“Yeah, for a bit.”

“I haven’t - did you see my brother?”

He looks at the floor for a second and then straight into your eyes. “Yeah, I bumped into him.“ Javi pauses thoughtfully. “He seemed good.”

“Did you see Sofia?” You ask wistfully. Sofia’s your niece and she is generally the highlight of any trip home you take. Even here in Colombia, you have one of her drawings displayed on your fridge, a photo of the two of you at her most recent birthday next to it. You had flown down to Laredo for her birthday party, taken a day off work especially to make it a long weekend. It was the last time you’d been back there.

Laredo feels strange now when you go back. Some of your closest friends still live there, however you’ve never quite felt comfortable in the town and you don’t know why. Despite your career successes, you always feel like you’ve disappointed your parents and haven’t met their expectations. They haven’t said that, they never would. You just feel it.

“No, no I didn’t,” Javi says. “How old is she even now? Actually, don’t tell me, it’ll make me feel old.”

“It makes me feel old,” you say, “I remember her as a baby.”

Javi smiles tightly.

Silence passes between you. It’s heavy and strange, making the air in the office feel even more humid, oppressive. None of your time in Colombia is passing as you had expected.

“This is weird, right?” you ask suddenly, desperate for this strangeness around the two of you to lift. This is Javi - not a complete stranger, not an embittered ex or an enemy. You’re supposed to be on the same side here.

Javi nods, he straightens his posture and looks at you again. He doesn’t look like the Javi you know; this stiff backed, frowning man is not your brother’s best friend, is not the person you remember.

“Why are you really here, sweetheart?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why would you need to work with me closely? What possible reason - I have a team, okay, I don’t need you. I don’t need a babysitter.”

It’s work, it’s not personal. You know this. Javi’s words dig under your skin though and sting because he’s not a stranger, you thought he might be your friend - or at least an ally.

Besides the hurt, his words infuriate you. You’ve worked with enough egos, enough arrogant men in your career so far to know what you to do. You straighten up, control your expression and meet his dark brown eyes.

“Well trust me, I have more than enough on my plate without babysitting you. The ambassador demanded this of me as well, so don’t blame me. This isn’t the job I interviewed for or was hired for, but somehow it’s the job I’ve been assigned so we have to make the best of it.”

“I don’t need you,” he says firmly.

Your stomach sinks. This is all going terribly. “Javier, I can help you navigate some of the bureaucracy and make sure you have the right warrants and paperwork, that we get through any hurdles or challenge and protect the-“

“You’ve been here for all of five minutes and you’re the expert in what did you say - navigating hurdles? I’ve spent years here.”

“Things are different now,” you say and he scowls in response.

“Different? Yeah, we’ll see about that.” Javi mumbles under his breath.

“Look, don’t patronise me. I’m good at what I do, really good, and yes, I might not have been in Colombia as long as you but that doesn’t matter if I can do the job. We can work together. I’m not your fucking PA or assistant, Javier, but I can - we’ll make sure everything is beyond reproach, bulletproof, and we’ll get the Cali guys so they spend the rest of their lives in prison and it will -”

“You’re being so naive.”

“And you’re being an asshole!”

Javier’s face softens for a moment and then returns to a blank expression. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”

Whatever it is you do? Great, Javier’s turned into one of those guys.

You sigh. “Walk me to your office. We might as well get started now.”

You spend the rest of the day with Javier. There’s a possible lead from the Cornerstone operation, an asset in play down in Cali. Most of the work has already been done when you arrive in his office - the paperwork is almost finished, the formalities covered.

It feels seedy though; using a relative’s distress to put an asset in play. Maybe Javi’s right, maybe you are naive.

“Did you run a lot of operations like this before?” you ask, taking a sip of lukewarm coffee.

“Yeah. Why?”

“Just making conversation,” you say, neatening a pile of paperwork.

“Squeamish?”

“Nope. Look, I’ve been a lawyer for long enough. I’ve seen a lot more than you think. Look, Javi for this to work - I just, give me a damn chance.”

“It’s not you,” he says after a moment, “Do you know why you have this assignment? Do you know what they really want you to do? And do you really think I don’t fucking know? I wasn’t born yesterday, sweetheart.”

You look at the floor awkwardly. “Of course, I know there’s more to this, Javier. I’m not stupid. I’ve spent years in DC, I can recognise doublespeak in my sleep. This is the assignment I have though and I - I genuinely want to help you. I came here to help people.”

“Tell the higher ups that because they don’t want you to ‘help’ me.”

“Javi,” you lightly admonish. “This situation is definitely shitty, but let’s try and work together on this, please. We can do this together, you just need to keep everything above board and let me navigate more of the political bullshit.”

He looks down at your comments, a slightly embarrassed expression on his face.

“Okay,” he says softly. “Fuck, I’ve been back less than 24 hours and the bureaucracy is ten times worse.”

“Well, like I said, things are different now,” you joke.

Javi shakes his head, mumbles something under his breath as the two of you resume your work.

After a while you stretch your arms out, stand up and exhale. “Okay, I need to head back to my desk, wrap up some projects. See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow,” Javi mumbles, barely looking up from his paperwork. He says something else, so low you can barely decipher it, so quiet you almost miss it. It’s a nickname you haven’t heard in years; the one your brother coined given your childhood fascination of the state flower. One that transports you back in time the moment you hear it.

Blue.

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The "So you tried to lift up Leo & succeeded" - GC series (in progress)

Summary:

Every player who lifted up Leo Messi during a goal celebration is added to a group chat. A chat where they all simp about Leo, and debate which lift was the best. Kun, the ever present best friend, even created an elaborate spreadsheet to figure that out.

How the idea was born

Part 1: The Day Sergio Ramos joined the Chat

Part 2: "Dad-Mode activated" or The Day a newbie joined the Chat (now Canon Divergence)

Part 2.5: Bonus: How newbies at the Scaloneta find out about the Chat

Part 3: As he falls in love with the object in the world that his heart most desired

Part 4: How to become one of Leo's boys

Part 5: The Day the World found out about the Chat

Part 6: Miami Summer Vibes

(Leo Messi/Everyone and I mean almost literally everyone; almost exclusively fluff)

Derrite mi Corazón Derretido (finished; maybe Part II in the future)

Summary:

Leo Messi had always been an awkward person, but he had learned that being good at something would help you make friends. Even if they only cared about his football skills.

But what happens, when he gets injured during an important tournament and loses everything he had worked so hard for?

(Rodrigo de Paul/Leo Messi; Angst with happy ending)

Lionel - Andrés - Goat (finished)

Summary:

Lionel Messi is the host of their little system.

Andrés is their protector.

Goat is just cute, and good at football.

And in the end they just want to be happy.

(mostly fluff; hints of Antonela/Leo; loads of creative freedom on Systems)

Leo Messi Birthday Week 2023 series (finished)

Day 1: Omegaverse AU (Scaloneta/Leo Messi, fluff, the team worships Leo)

Day 2: Mafia AU (Leo gets kidnapped by Kylian, but there is a plot twist, BAMF!Leo)

Day 3: AU where Leo didn't get his hormone treatment (PSG are assholes, tiny!Leo, protective Scaloneta)

Day 4: Adidas Ad (Freaky Friday, Scaloneta/Leo, Fluff)

Day 5: Kidnapped AU (warning: violence, Leo gets hurt, BAMF!Leo, protective team)

Day 6: Soulmate AU (Leo is special, Everyone/Leo, fluff)

Day 7: Time Travel AU (Pep/Leo, A/B/O, courting, second chances)

Formula 1

It's like this (it could be better) (finished)

Summary:

Charles struggles at Ferrari, Max is breaking records.

Both of them have their own problems.

Somehow they find each other, while Charles learns what it means to stand up for himself and Max learns to love.

(and maybe they break a few curses while doing so)

(54.6k; Fluff and Angst; Lestappen; 2024 Season like we all need it; Charles is done with Ferrari and does something about it)

I rose up from the dead (I do it all the time) (finished)

Summary:

He touched down in England two days after Brazil, hidden by the cold and foggy weather of a November night. There were no people at the airport, bar the security guard who ushered him from the VIP exit and the man holding a sign with his name, standing next to a nondescript car.

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After a desasterous triple header Charles makes a decision. He would enter his Reputation Era, right now.

(3.9k; RB!Charles; Reputation Era arc, slight Ferrari bashing)

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are you surprised that juri vips is still part of the rb junior team? I think I read that you thought he had kind of lost his chance with all the FIA series for at least a few years (?)

do you think they kept him because he's just that fast or is there some technicalities? but if so then why would they confidently tell people he's still part of the team when he doesn't wear the suit and his helmet anymore? any insight? I find it all terribly confusing

not surprised per se but maybe mildly confused. I also actually don’t think he’s in the junior team anymore, I think wires are crossing all over the place.

what I think has happened is that he’s not been evicted from his flat. the flats they all live in as RB juniors are ones the company rents and puts them in, so he is in some way still receiving support from Red Bull but not part of it, which would all comfortably come under the header of help to transition away from his Red Bull role that Christian Horner mentioned in an interview with the Independent.

although yesterday we (journalists) got a message from RB saying he was still in the junior team, for “clarification,” that goes against things Horner has directly said (that he isn’t part of it, he’s just receiving mental health support and education) and also what the Red Bull Junior Team has a) said (last weekend, to reliable source journalist Ida Wood) and b) done.

he’s no longer in any RBJT communications, he’s not on their website, he’s completely expunged from the content pool. he’s still got a RB branded race suit and helmet [edit: actually apparently he doesn't, I'd only seen an old photo]

so: in my view, regardless of what the Red Bull “clarification” said, I think he’s been dropped. I think they just haven’t actually kicked him out of his flat with Liam. somewhere in the same neighbourhood as Liam or whatever

#f1 asks #cn: racism

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It’s easy to think of Gmail’s labels system as a glorified filing cabinet for your inbox—but if you’re treating labels strictly as folders, you’re missing out on some of their most powerful possibilities.

Gmail labels, for the uninitiated, are a series of custom text markers that can be assigned to your Gmail messages. You might mark all invoices with a label called “Expenses,” for instance, or mark all emails related to a particular work project with a label containing its name. Any such messages will then be grouped together in Gmail’s main menu for future reference and discovery.

That’s all fine and dandy, but where labels’ unexpected value comes into play is in their ability to control precisely how messages are handled when they hit your inbox. With a few minutes of setup, in fact, you can create a custom high-priority label that limits your notifications only to pressing messages and gives your most important emails a distinctive, eye-catching appearance. This is some next-level email management—and, yes, it has the potential to change your relationship to email for the better.

Let me explain.

Reframing the label

The first step to stepping up your Gmail labels game is to think about what exactly you’d like to accomplish. How could your inbox better serve you? What types of messages do you need to stand out? What sets your truly important emails apart from the rest?

Once you figure out those answers, you can use Gmail labels to eliminate unnecessary interruptions from your inbox while simultaneously making it easier to notice the messages that matter. It’s a significant upgrade from Gmail’s built-in system for identifying important messages and treating them accordingly—because frankly, that system isn’t very effective. It tends to result in far too many unnecessary notifications, for one, and its marking method creates a lot of clutter you’re bound to ignore over time.

Here’s how to set up labels to do it better: First, you’ll want to create a Gmail filter that automatically applies a “VIP” label to any incoming emails that meet certain criteria—those factors we were talking about a second ago that consistently set your important emails apart. The messages might need to come from specific high-priority senders or domain names; they might need to be addressed to a specific address that you designate for timely missives (maybe using this handy trick); or they might need to contain a specific word or phrase in their subject line that lets you know they’re time-sensitive.

All that’s left is to implement the crowning part of this setup—the custom and noise-eliminating notifications.

Enlightening your email notifications

This final piece of the puzzle will work on any Windows PC, Mac, Chromebook, Linux computer, or Android phone. Apple’s iOS, unfortunately, doesn’t support the granular form of notification customization needed for it to function (sorry, iPhone fans!).

On a desktop computer:

Disable Gmail’s native notifications by opening the site’s settings, scrolling down to “Desktop notifications” (in the “General” section), and selecting “Mail notifications off.”

Install the third-party Checker Plus for Gmail extension in your desktop browser. It’s available for both Chrome and Firefox, has 1.2 million users and a nearly five-star rating in Google’s Web Store, and does not store or share any sort of personal data.

Click the button that appears to configure the extension. Select the “Accounts/Labels” tab in the configuration screen, uncheck “Inbox” under the “System labels” header, and check “VIP” under the “Labels” header.

If you’re using Chrome and want your VIP notifications to pop up even when you don’t have your browser open, click over to the “Notifications” section of the extension’s settings and check the box next to the “Run in background when Google Chrome is closed” option. (That option isn’t available on Firefox.) You can also customize exactly how the notifications look and work via the other options in that same section.

On Android, meanwhile:

Open the Gmail app on your phone.

Tap the three-line menu icon in the app’s upper-left corner, then scroll all the way down the main menu and tap “Settings.”

Tap the name of your Gmail account, then tap “Notifications” and make sure the option is set to “All.”

Tap “Inbox notifications” and make sure the box next to “Label notifications” is unchecked.

Next, tap “Manage labels” and find your “VIP” label in the list. Tap it, make sure its “Sync messages” option is set to “Last 30 days,” and make sure both “Label notifications” and “Notify for every message” are checked.

Look through the rest of the labels in the list—any labels for which you don’t want to receive notifications—and make sure those same boxes are unchecked for all of them.

The sky’s the limit with this, and you don’t have to stop with just a single “VIP” designation. Follow the same steps for any other superpowered labels you want to create—and watch your email efficiency soar.

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killianlibby headers (idol, vip series)

here you go

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Caldwell banned from next F2 round after another track limits penalty | Formula 2

Oliver Caldwell has been banned from the next round of the Formula 2 championship at Spa-Francorchamps after incurring 12 penalty points on his licence. He reached the limit today after the stewards found he “left the track without a justifiable reason on several occasions” during the feature race at the Hungaroring. The threat of a ban has hung over Caldwell since the opening round, when he picked up seven penalty points in the second race at Bahrain International Circuit. Five of those were for repeated track limits infringements. In the races which followed Caldwell picked up further individual penalty points for a series of other incidents such as impeding and a further track limits offence at the Red Bull Ring. He was given another penalty points after a near-miss with a DAMS mechanic in the pit lane at Imola. Caldwell entered the pits in order to perform a second reconnaissance lap before it began, found the fast lane partly blocked by people and equipment and had to take avoiding action while the mechanic jumped clear. On that occasion the stewards ruled Caldwell “could have and should have done more to avoid making the situation worse” but noted that “while pit lane is open mechanics must avoid vehicles in the fast lane and bear some responsibility for this as well.” Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free Caldwell reached 11 penalty points at the Austrian round, meaning he would only avoid a ban if he completed the six remaining double-header events without collecting a single further penalty point. He has now reached that threshold and his Campos team will require a replacement driver when the series reconvenes at Spa-Francorchamps following the summer break. He is the second driver this season to reach 12 penalty points and trigger an automatic ban. Amaury Cordeel was banned from the Silverstone round, reaching the threshold in Azerbaijan, the sixth round of the year. Since his return, Cordeel has already collected a further four penalty points. Oliver Caldwell’s F2 penalty points Event Session Offence Penalty Penalty points Bahrain Race two Out of position at Safety Car line one on formation lap 10 second stop-and-go penalty 2 Bahrain Race two Exceeded track limits at turn four on four occasions Five-second time penalty 1 Bahrain Race two Exceeded track limits at turn four a fifth time 10-second time penalty 2 Bahrain Race two Exceeded track limits at turn four a sixth time Drive-through penalty 2 Saudi Arabia Qualifying Impeded Juri Vips at turn 22 during qualifying Three-place grid drop 1 Emilia-Romagna Race two Nearly made contact with a mechanic in the pit lane while performing a second reconnaissance lap Three-place grid drop 1 Monaco Qualifying Impeded Marino Sato from turns one to four Three-place grid drop 1 Austria Race one Exceeded track limits on four occasions Five-second time penalty 1 Hungary Race two Left the track without a justifiable reason on several occasions Five-second time penalty 1 Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free Formula 2 Browse all Formula 2 articles via RaceFans - Independent Motorsport Coverage https://www.racefans.net

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Highway to You | MYG

~summary: Yoongi never expected to see you again. Least of all with a gun in your hand, crashing an important deal in a whirlwind which proves how much has changed. ~pairing: yoongi x female reader ~word count: 5.8k ~angst, action, some fluff, mafia!au, gang!au, mafia!yoongi, innocent!reader turned rival gang member, childhood friends to lovers, not-really-enemies to lovers ~rating: pg15 ~warnings: violence, weapons, blood, injury, dangerous driving, police chase, gang activity, mentions of alcoholism, swearing

~a/n: a good ol’ mafia au! one of my fave things to write, in case no one had noticed, and I’m back with another! this one has been in my wips for so long, and in my head for even longer😅I hope I’ve pulled it off thanks to tumblr for nuking my header quality click for better quality!!

>>> now expanded into a series

Swirling neon from the main floor struggled to reach this part of the club. Lights glowing from the back of the VIP booths and the bar did nothing to brighten the darkened space, engulfed in the thrumming bass and smell of sweat like the rest of the place.

Despite being far from the hub, the crowd was fairly dense in here. At least there was space to walk around, unlike the packed dance floors in other parts of the building, but Yoongi was seated. A drink rested in his hand, though it was purely for show. He kept his head down, the lower part of his face covered by a hand, elbow resting on the table.

In this environment, he blended in well enough to attract no lingering glances, leaving him free to scan the crowd with sharp eyes.

This job should be easy, that he knew. But in his line of work, nothing was ever risk-free.

“Suga? Status,” a voice crackled in his ear. His cue to move.

Surreptitiously putting a hand to his earpiece, he stood, slipping from the leather seats of the booth.

“Clear.”

Slowly sidling around the edge of the room, he reached the entrance just as three figures came in the opposite direction. All clad in suits, two in identical all-black flanked the central figure.

Yoongi nodded at the closest, Jin, on his way past.

Taking his new position as planned, he leaned against the wall. From here, he could see a little way into the crowd on the neighbouring dancefloor, as well as the full length of the bar.

Well-trained gaze roaming the mingling crowd, he found nothing out of the ordinary. He had been in clubs like this so many times he had lost count, but it was necessary. He had learned to spot the difference between a drunk partygoer taking a break at the bar and a saboteur staking out their deals. He could distinguish the sound of a gun’s safety among the clinking glasses and pounding music.

Sometimes, he had to admit he envied the people who were here for fun. Though he gave them more than enough disapproving looks as alcohol flooded their systems and had them stumbling like idiots, he remembered a time he had been as carefree. Almost.

The ghost of a smile snuck onto his mouth as he recalled the first time he had been to a club. You made him leave early, and he had wrapped you in his jacket while you bought hot chocolates instead, waiting for a taxi in a drizzly side street.

And like that, his lips sunk back to a straight line, the memory tinged with bittersweetness.

Clubbing had never been your scene. You were too innocent to find much fun in grinding against strangers’ bodies in a dark room, preferring to dance clumsily to the tinny radio in your small kitchen with him.

Chewing the inside of his cheek, he forced his mind back to the job at hand. He may never stop dreaming of you, but that was his punishment. His life had eventually become far too dangerous to be able to keep you in it with a steady conscience.

It was a hard choice, the hardest he had ever made, but had there really been a choice?

Shaking his head subtly, he got back to scanning the room. Nothing seemed to have changed.

He had hoped things would be progressing a little faster, but a glance at the booth showed Namjoon and Jin still talking to the guy. Of course, he was a seller that usually dealt with their rivals, the spectres, across town, so there was a healthy dose of risk in pursuing this deal.

Cocking his head to stretch out his neck, he caught a glimpse of Jungkook, standing sentinel just as he was, at the other end of the room.

Looking back, he was just in time to come face-to-face with a partygoer. Their hair fell slightly over their face as they tripped around a group of girls to squeeze between them and the entrance to the bar – except, that was right where Yoongi stood.

Hurriedly stepping back to avoid a collision, his face had already scrunched into a frown. Death glare etched into his features with annoyance, he quickly glanced behind him to his members; it was always possible something like this was a distraction.

But the moment a garbled apology reached his ears, he was whipping his head back to look at the person that had nearly caused a collision.

The partygoer – who had caught themselves in shock and was now a step away from him – was you.

“Yoongi?”

His eyes grew large as he stared, taking you in. At the same moment, realisation had hit you too, halting any words that had been coming from your mouth, leaving you somewhat agape.

Yoongi barely dared blink. A wine-red dress clung to your figure, drink perched in your fingers. You looked uncharacteristically comfortable in this sweltering, deafening club, and yet… it was still you. Unmistakably.

Your hair was the same length you had always cut it, the same smokey liner he had watched you practise in front of a mirror framing your eyes. Eyes he never thought he would see again, though undoubtedly ones he could never forget.

“Y/N?” he breathed, taking a step closer, hand raised as if you might vanish like smoke in front of him.

Mouth opening and closing around what words to say next, he chased your gaze which had strayed behind him, a slight furrow creasing your brow.

As his breath returned to him slowly, so did his sense. Mind flying to the dangerous men packed into this room, he swallowed hard, already stepping to shield you from the bar. As fast as his heart was going, he had to keep his head on his shoulders, warn you that it wasn’t safe-

“You shouldn’t be here.”

You had taken the words out of his mouth, leaving him once again struggling for a response. Frowning, he looked towards you. Still facing him, your expression was guarded.

Sucking a breath through his teeth, he snuck another look behind him.

He supposed he deserved this treatment from you, should have expected that should you ever meet again, you would want nothing to do with him. But for now, that was of low concern, knowing you were in the path of danger.

How could he explain this one?

Running his hand over the back of his head, he met your eyes.

“Fuck, Y/N… I- I don’t know what to-“

“I mean it,” you cut him off, “you shouldn’t be here.”

He couldn’t help but take a small step back, frown deepening. Never had he been faced with hostility from you, and it stung despite the years separating your past selves from this instant.

But in front of him, your eyes were darting again to the rest of the bar, one of your heels tapping. You chewed on the inside of your cheek, itching to move.

“What do you mean-“ Yoongi started, noticing your jitteriness, “is everything okay…?”

Turning, he followed your stare, trying to locate the source of your apparent distress. Over at the table, they were still in discussion, though a case now sat on the tabletop; Jungkook was still in place, though Yoongi couldn’t catch his eye-

“Get down!”

Before your shout had even registered in his ears, your weight was thrown against him, bodies colliding into the couch of the nearest booth. The side of his face was pressed into the leather, darkness obscuring his vision as gunshots suddenly split through the vibrant atmosphere.

He barely had time to scramble upright before screams and shouts were assaulting his ears, frantic clubgoers whirling through his vision in their desperation to get out.

Already, his hands were on his gun, readying it though he was blind to the source of the disturbance. Crackling voices were muffled, his earpiece having been dislodged when you had pushed him to the side.

Another spattering of shots ripped through the pandemonium, sending him ducking back into the booth, breaths falling heavy and fast. What was happening?

At his side, you barely looked shaken, face blank and eyes darting through the crowd. You were sitting on the smart couch, though now you were sliding away, approaching the edge of the booth.

What were you thinking, heading towards the danger?

Before he could reach out to you, you were gone. His hand hung in mid-air for a split second, then dropped to the couch limply.

But as you had slipped into the carnage, he had caught sight of a similar weapon to his in your own hands, clutched tight at your side.

All words died in his throat as he stared at the space you had just left. He was only snapped from his perplexed stupor by yet more loud shots ringing, except this time, they were returned.

Though the crowd had escaped by now, he was still unaware of the source of the firing, so he had little choice but to duck again. As he sat, back pressed against expensive leather, his mind was running in circles at rapid speed.

Shots continued blaring as he fumbled for his fallen earpiece, hastily shoving it into place. It hissed harshly with static, but soon a grainy voice broke through – Namjoon. So he was alive.

While a rush of temporary relief washed over Yoongi, Namjoon was calling out, cursing under his breath as another shot cut through the bar.

“Suga? Kook? Do you have eyes on-“

“One of them – argh! – one’s here,” Jungkook’s breathless voice crackled through, then cut off sharply a second later.

Pulling himself together, Yoongi heaved his legs under him and crawled, inching towards the edge of the booth to get a look for himself. Kook sounded like he had really been having trouble. What in hell was going on?

Of course, his mind had never moved far from you, and what you could possibly be doing here of all places…

Reaching the corner of the booth, he held his breath, waiting for a pause in the sporadic gunfire. The moment it came, he leaned out a fraction, still pressing himself against the couch as he searched the space.

Darkness dominated, some of the bar lights having died, another left flickering its blood-red hue across the wreckage. But Yoongi barely caught a glimpse beyond the scattered smithereens of glass and barstools strewn about the floor. It seemed he blinked, and you were in front of him again.

Another shot had him flinching and you throwing yourself into the shelter of the booth. He had no chance to move, leaving you pressed up against him in startling proximity.

This close, he could feel the way you were panting, hair dishevelled and loose strands puffing away from your lips where you expelled air in bursts. And clutched under one arm was a plain black briefcase.

Right before you turned away, a dark reddish smudge caught his eye, but you were moving before he could get a proper look.

The frown forming on his face had no time to take root before your hand was groping for his, tugging him behind you as you raised your gun, pulling him out of the booth with you. You were moving quickly, leaving him no room for hesitation.

Hand travelling protectively to your waist on instinct, he faced the room as the two of you rapidly backed towards the exit.

The moment a shot came your way, you were firing back into the darkness, and Yoongi was right beside you. Knowing his team were there, however, he aimed above the bar, a glass exploding and sending pieces clattering across the floor.

A shape moved behind the bar in response. Whether it was Jungkook or an enemy, Yoongi didn’t know.

Taking the opportunity of cover, he felt you yank his hand. Finally, the two of you spilled around the entrance to the bar, and instantly you were sprinting, still gripping his hand tightly as your feet pounded through the now empty dance floor.

Music still blared in your ears, abandoned in the panic of the few minutes prior.

There were already footsteps behind you. Skidding around the corner, you narrowly avoided a pursuing scatter of gunfire.

Yoongi readied his own gun, focussing on the narrow corridor you had now entered. It was almost completely dark, claustrophobic as you raced through it, arms jostling against one another in the smaller space.

Rounding yet another bend, you were met with a set of stairs. Glancing around, Yoongi noticed with dread the blue flashing light falling through a single, high-set window. It was getting brighter. You had to get out of here, and soon.

A shot rang through his ears, making him flinch, but as he whirled around he realised it was you that had fired; lowering your weapon, you turned back to him to the sound of a body falling in the corridor you had just escaped.

His jaw dropped in disbelief, but already your arm was linking with his, tugging you both onwards as your feet rushed over the stairs.

Yoongi had no idea whether the fallen person was someone he knew. The crackle in his ears from the device there reminded him he should be checking. At the very least, he should be trying to stop you; the case swinging from your closed hand was tonight’s bounty.

But still he kept running, hurtling around the corner with your hand gripped tightly in his.

By now, you were on the lower floor, where the music had been stopped. From outside, the panicked bustle of a crowd and the rising wail of sirens bled through the walls.

Club lights spun across the now deserted space, illuminating your faces in various hues of reds and purples.

Yoongi looked towards the front with trepidation. Your escape route was fraught with too many obstacles for getting away to be a possibility.

But you were already moving, hurrying away from the exposure of the front door.

Racing through tables dotted around the back portion, your breaths were falling faster. When you kicked a table over, yanking Yoongi with you to duck behind it before your pursuers entered the other side of the room, heavy breathing was the only sound mingling between you two.

Then you looked at him.

Lips parted, you tried to regain your breathing as you stared at him with wide eyes. You had never meant to drag him into this, but now your eyes located the weapon resting in his own hand, prompting your brows to sink into a frown similar to his.

Tearing your eyes away, you dropped your gaze to your lap.

“I’m sorry-” you muttered.

It wasn’t loud enough to disturb the tense quiet as the men stepped through the entrance to this floor. But for now, you were out of sight.

As the words left your lips, much more wobbly than you had intended, you were robbed of sound by a soft touch at your temple.

Yoongi had reached out to you, not meeting your eyes. Instead, his gaze was trained beside them, where his fingers made gentle contact with your skin-

Except, they came away red.

He was staring at you with such alarm, taking in the blood that dripped nearly to your jaw from a gash in your forehead.

“Y/N-“

The words had barely left his lips, shocked by the sudden protective urge, strong as ever towards you, before the briefcase was forced into his arms, nearly winding him. Having pushed him away, you turned, crouching to survey the space you found yourselves in.

Head turning back and forth, he couldn’t look away from you for too long. You were injured, for goodness’ sake! He remembered cleaning you up after lesser scrapes than this, heart squeezing heavily at the thought of hurt coming to you…

But it was also impossible for him to ignore the shuffling sounds beyond his makeshift hideout. The people on the other side were trying to be subtle, spreading out, but he knew you didn’t have long before they would be on you again.

“Yoongi,” you hissed.

Finding you quickly, he looked the short distance away through the darkness.

Holding open a heavy black door labelled Staff, you were poised expectantly, gesturing with an outstretched hand.

Craning his neck, he looked beyond it. A vague glimmer of light could be made out from a streetlight outside a small window.

No more room for hesitation, he launched himself towards the opening, catching your hand.

At the same moment, a shout went up behind him.

The second he had crossed the threshold, you were slamming the door shut. Feet pounded closer as you rushed to the window, Yoongi on your heels.

Despite the adrenaline coursing through him since this situation had been sprung on him, he couldn’t help but marvel, standing stunned as you deftly leapt to the window, slipping outside.

A bang on the door made him flinch, head snapping towards it. It rattled slightly, but didn’t budge.

Inching closer to the wall, he hurried to pass the case up to you as soon as you reached for it, clambering through himself once you dropped down out of sight. The furious racket behind him only grew louder as he hooked his knee onto the sill, heaving himself up.

Finally, a crash echoed through the corridor as he dropped away, out of sight.

Bullets rained instantly through the small space behind the staff door, but on the other side of the wall, you were already racing away hand in hand.

Slipping between the shadows out the back of the club, sirens filled the air, wailing piercingly in your ears. However, only the odd flickering streetlight lit the beaten up and deserted backstreet that led to a small parking lot.

The commotion from inside faded as the distance grew, but as you lost yourself in the night, more slamming doors and shouting were filling the club. Police.

The gunshots had stopped, only your heavy panting mingling in the air as you raced to the nearest shelter, pressing against a low wall.

Yoongi’s shoulders rose and fell, staring straight ahead into the empty air.

Expelling a sharp breath, he was met with silence. In his book, silence always spelled trouble. Silence was what came before the storm, what reigned in the moment before the enemy struck.

But… who was the enemy?

He had just been running from his own brothers, all because a face from his past had popped up where he least expected it and made him abandon all his training on a whim. What had just happened?

Still reeling, he didn’t notice you moving away from your position.

The first thing to force him from his thoughts was the harsh crack of a bullet through the night.

Jolting, he sat up. Instantly, he pressed harder against the low wall, raising his head slightly to find slight movement in a window above. As he readied his gun, your shout prompted him to duck just as you returned fire.

You soon darted behind a vehicle, a smattering more shots scratching its paintwork a second after.

Though silence fell once more, Yoongi gulped. Whoever was in the window had spotted them and was simply waiting for one of you to make a move.

“Yoongi,” you hissed, poking your eyes around the car, “buy me some time?”

Dumbly looking between you and the club you had left behind, he took a breath. His gun was steady in his hand.

He met your eyes, a single nod confirming your trust.

Just in time.

The back door to the club burst, the smashing of the lock immediately drowned out by shots raining into the back yard.

Still crouched, Yoongi was unable to spare a glance your way as he inched around the corner, firing right back. Countless times he had been in situations like this. But today, his eyes incessantly followed his enemies, firing at their feet, by their heads, not shooting to kill.

Time. That was all you needed.

A familiar suit moved through the doorway then. A flash of tattooed flesh gripping a pistol.

So Jungkook was alive.

Yoongi had no time to wallow in his relief when the next moment, the boy was rushing forwards, the open door revealing a figure clad in a bullet-vest. A bright strip across their chest spelt Police, and they pursued him, trying to break through the door he slammed behind him.

With your pursuers’ attention diverted, Yoongi took the chance to run to you. Doubled over, he dashed across the small space, throwing himself into the space behind the vehicle.

Loud footsteps filled the space, shouts from officers and gunfire in answer to them.

But shielded here, you were leaning through the open door of a car, busy working in the footwell. Yoongi didn’t have to ask what you were doing, but still his vision narrowed, unable to reconcile the sight of you with gunfire and stolen cars.

Footfalls growing louder snapped him to attention, a hidden figure backing into the other side of the car, too close for comfort. Yoongi held his breath.

But that wasn’t the only one. Your opponents had gained a hunter of their own, and another drew closer, away from the police who were still battling to get to the criminals.

“Get in!”

Your hands fisted in the shoulders of his jacket, and he complied with your urgent motions, piling into the car and launching himself across to the passenger side as your hands urged at his back. Landing in the seat, he suddenly found himself eye to eye with the person on the other side.

He didn’t recognise them, one of the businessman’s people, most likely.

But they knew him. Or at least, they knew the case clutched in his arms.

A slam of your door and the rapid crescendo of the engine sparked to life as their fist raised over their head-

Yoongi ducked without thought, an impact shuddering the window where his head had been. At the same moment, your foot met the ground, a burst of speed slamming him into the back of his seat.

Your hands grappled on the wheel, bringing the car screeching around in a loop, clipping the back of another in the enclosed space.

The engine’s thunder announced your location, every eye in the courtyard turning towards you. Roaring louder now, the engine responded to your determination, sending you hurtling into the alleyway, chased by shots.

Knuckles white as they clutched the briefcase, Yoongi flinched as the window smashed on your side, chunks of glass raining down the door. But you kept your eyes ahead, unblinking as the car shot into the main street.

With the advantage of surprise, you were already off down the road before the chorus of sirens switched on behind you.

Twisting to look behind, Yoongi was met with several sets of dazzling blue lights. With a sharp exhale, he pressed himself back into the seat, swallowing harshly.

But you were stopping for no one.

Deftly turning the wheel, you brought the car careering through the traffic, weaving through gaps as they emerged.

Gaping, Yoongi slowly turned his head to watch you. Mouth set, your eyes never left the road, calculated despite the blood staining the side of your face. Even when it was right in front of him, the sight of you with blood dripping over your lashes and an engine clamouring under your feet was something he couldn’t fathom.

One thought seemed to circle his mind. What had happened since he had been away?

He clutched tighter to the briefcase wrapped in his arms and forced himself to look out of the window. The lights of other cars shot past in the darkness, streetlights and signs whizzing past. He remembered when he had first learned to drive, taking you out for dinner in a fast food parking lot while you giggled about how strange it felt.

Never did he mention where the money had come from.

And the times he had taken you out when your brother had drunk too much, or his flatmates got too loud. You would always shriek in exhilarated fear when he drove too fast.

The same smile you always summoned to his face almost made itself known again.

But then you were swerving once more, tyres clawing at the road to get purchase as you shot away down another turning. Yoongi fixed his eyes ahead.

This road was smaller, streetlights sparse but thankfully no sign of red or blue chased you along it.

Relaxing your grip on the wheel, you stole a glance at your companion, who pretended not to notice. Going at a slower speed, you blended in better with the silence the further you wound away from the city.

By the time the car glid along the docks, Yoongi’s heart had settled itself. After all this time, it shouldn’t have felt so natural to let quiet surround the pair of you, but somehow the stillness never felt heavy. It was like rediscovering a comforting smell, from somewhere in your childhood.

He stayed comfortably slumped against the seat, even after the engine cut out.

Equally, you did not move yet. For the first time in all the running and shooting, you allowed him to look at you. Stopped, returning his gaze with only slight trepidation.

If it wasn’t for the blood, you would only have looked as ruffled as a usual partygoer after a night out.

When he reached out, exhaling softly into the empty air, your gaze flitted down. But though you bit your lip, you couldn’t help but sigh at the familiarity of his fingertips, even after so long.

Cursing under his breath, he tugged at his tie until he could ball up the material to scrub at your head. One particularly jerky swipe had you flinching fractionally, but he pressed it softer the next time. Experienced at reading you, he noted the slight incline of your shoulders when the sticky blood had released your eye.

You finally looked up again when he pulled back, eyeing your temple with grim satisfaction.

Before you could think of all the times he had patched you up with a similar expression, or all the times you had done the same in return, a particularly noisy engine ripped across the bridge you had stopped under.

“We shouldn’t stay too long,” you breathed, and opened your door.

Climbing from his side, Yoongi felt rather clueless still holding the briefcase. As you reached him and led him away towards the deepest shadows beneath this bridge, your eyes lingered on it.

Your footsteps echoed hollowly from the bridge and the stone riverbank. Encompassed entirely in shadow, you stopped. Yoongi followed suit and set down the briefcase, watching your shoulders slump and your head hang. You did not turn around.

“It’s… been a while.”

Yoongi’s attempt at a conversation starter wasn’t entirely unsuccessful. The understatement echoed blandly, soon overtaken by startled laughter that shook your shoulders.

“You could say that.”

You turned slightly, still not facing him directly. A half-smile curved the corner of your lip he could see.

Then it fell.

“This is what you- this is why you left?”

There was no need for you to clarify what you meant. The briefcase, heavy in his arms, and the gun stowed in his blazer were answer enough.

A low and purposeless cough stalled his answer. Looking to the ground, his tongue pressed briefly to wet his lips.

“I didn’t see a choice,” he eventually spoke, “and I’m sorry. I know… you know I never would have-“

“It’s okay, Yoongi.”

You spoke with a nod and startling certainty. His breath caught.

“No. No, it wasn’t.”

“You’re in a gang. Already were. It was leave or put me in danger, I presume?”

Casting his eyes around helplessly, he nodded nonetheless.

“But something happened anyway. What happened?” he pressed.

“I’m sure you know how they- how they get you,” you sighed. A long pause followed, where you looked right at him, uncertain. “But please, Yoongi, it wasn’t your fault-“

His gaze darkened.

“What happened?”

Your breath in was shaky. He was unprepared for the way it launched him back in time. The confident, alert version of you that had crashed into him today was replaced by your younger self, sitting in your kitchen trying to explain a black eye to him.

Eventually, you started to explain.

“We were in debt. I was- they caught me stealing, although that time it was for Ethel next door-“ a choked laugh crossed your lips “-but that was it. I should have known. ‘They told me if I just did this one thing for them, they would let me off. Only, that’s what they told me the next time too, and, well…”

A humourless laugh filled the space as Yoongi ran through your words again. When he was first involved with bangtan, beginning to be known to their enemies, he knew it was no longer safe to be with you, lest they get their eye on you. He had been so preoccupied with this, he had never considered that he wouldn’t be there to protect you the way he had always been before.

You were only teenagers, but you had been his closest friend, and he would have been damned if he had to see you to steal, or stand up alone to your brother’s friends. You were practically glued to each others’ sides.

Not knowing how to voice everything at once, he stepped across the gap between you.

First setting his eyes on the dark gash at your forehead, his gaze slipped lower.

“I never wanted you to get hurt.”

A twitch of your eyebrow betrayed a frown.

“This is nothing.”

Yoongi had thought his heart couldn’t crack any more.

“What do you-“ he angrily started, but you held a hand up.

“It doesn’t matter. I never wanted you hurt either,” you spoke earnestly, looking right at him, “I missed you so much, Yoongi. But you could never shield me from everything. Even if I didn’t see all that you were doing, I was the one sitting with you and the first aid box at the end of the night.”

He could barely breathe from the weight of the memories. It was astounding how quickly the same feeling could flood back, the way his heart always swelled around you.

And you were right. He may have tried to fight your battles, but you were his protector too, back then. Why had he ever given that up?

Swallowing thickly, he turned back to the other matter on his mind.

“What did they do to you?”

He had to know. Especially when his words prompted you to drop his gaze, eyes clouding. Lowering himself a little to capture your eyes again, he brought a hand to your arm.

“Y/N. Tell me.”

A watery smile made its way to your lips, to his surprise.

“You haven’t changed,” you spoke fondly. When he still waited, you resigned yourself, and began to speak.

“It’s not the spectres you need to look out for most of the time. There isn’t much to fear from them, so long as I do what they ask. It’s just, if I don’t, they won’t come back for me. Surely you must know how it works, too?” you smiled grimly then.

But his brows only knotted together further. He knew bangtan had always been set against the spectres, but now he had another reason to despise them. He could imagine how anyone would learn to fend for themselves if they were going to be left for dead otherwise. And you thought that was normal?

Slowly, he shook his head.

“Bangtan are like my brothers,” he explained, “they would never leave me behind.”

You didn’t know whether to smile, as relief welled in you, or frown, confusion flickering over your face too.

“Oh.”

Unable to fill the silence, Yoongi gave in to his primary urge instead. Surging forwards, he wrapped you in his arms, holding your head tightly to him, uncaring whether he was getting blood all over him. Straight away, you were returning the loaded embrace.

Tilting his head, Yoongi pressed his lips against the uninjured side of your head. His arms shook slightly as they held you, simultaneously unable to pull you as close as he wanted nor to hold you with the care he felt you warranted.

You had always been so precious to him, and time had changed nothing.

“Come with me.”

His voice cracked, but he didn’t care. He felt your hands fisting tightly in the material at his back.

“This isn’t right,” he struggled on. He pulled back, though only a breath away, and brought his hands to cup your face, “you shouldn’t have to do this just to survive, fuck. I’ll make sure you’re safe. Come with me.”

Melting under the affection you had so nearly forgotten, you leaned into his touch.

But before you could accept, your eyes flickered away. Following them, Yoongi made out the briefcase, obscured as it was in this otherwise deserted darkness. You shook your head, still sandwiched by his hands.

“I’m meant to bring this back. Or…”

“They won’t hurt you again.”

“But bangtan – they’ll be mad too. We- we’re on different sides. I worked against them.”

“No. They’ll understand, I promise. Screw all this, screw the case. You are more important.”

For a moment, you were still. He watched your face carefully until you pulled back imperceptibly.

Lowering his hands at your movement, he watched you step over to it and pick up the case. His shoulders slumped. You returned, and walked past him.

He had no right to follow you if you were leaving. Had he not done this after all? Broken the very thing he was now begging to fix?

Still, he turned. Heart heavy, he looked on as you made your way closer to the car.

But you never got that far. You were straying to the water’s edge instead.

Yoongi tilted his head in curiosity as you unclipped the prim fastenings of the case. You lifted it up, and-

Shaking it over the water, the contents spilled out, a torrent of paper spiralling away below the riverbank, where it grew sodden. More and more joined them, disintegrating in the choppy surface to be snatched away by the current.

A smile had breathed life into his face when he reached your side.

The most natural thing in the world, his hand slipped into yours. Your familiar form tucked in close to him as you lowered the now empty briefcase, watching the notes, once so important but now so trivial, drift away.

Thank you for reading!! Please let me know what you thought!

I know the ending isn’t so final, but it felt right for me. hOwever, I have fallen in love with this couple and I would definitely like to write more drabbles/prequels/continuations in future, so stay tuned as there may well be more! for now, this is it, but do let me know if you want to be tagged if I write more for this universe💜💜

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