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johnsamericano · 3 years

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23 days of NCT masterlist.

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warnings: drunk confession, tooth rotting fluff.

“Y/n, Can I come in?” Renjun asked while knocking on your bedroom’s door.

With your head buried inside the fluffy pillows, you muttered a small ‘no’, your roommate groaning from the opposite side of the door

“You haven’t eaten or drank anything since you came back from school.”

“Shut up and leave me alone.”

“Jeez.” He complained, walking back to the kitchen to resume his cooking.

He stared down at the chopped veggies for a while, a plan to make you feel better already forming inside his head. He pulled out of the fridge all of the ingredients needed to make your favorite meal, the one you’d once told him your mom cooked for you when you were feeling down.

Even though you hadn’t treated him nicely, he still wanted to comfort you. Renjun knew you were supposed to have a date that day with the guy you liked, and you coming home right after classes was more than enough to let him know what had happened.

Just as Renjun was serving the plates, you came out of your room, rushing to wrap your arms around his waist.

“I’m sorry, Junnie.” There was no point in denying his heart picked up the pace at your touch. “Thank you for the food.”

“No problem. Now, go sit while I finish up.”

You set the table while he pulled out a bottle of wine and two glasses. As you ate your meal, he failed to notice how fast you’d empty your glass. It wasn’t until he grabbed the bottle to refill his own glass that he realized it was empty.

“Y/n, how much did you drink?” Your flushed cheeks spoke for themselves.

“Just a-” hiccup. “little.”

“Y/n.” He sighed, disappointment flooding his words.

“I want to puke.” You gagged, getting to the bathroom with Renjun holding you steadily. He grabbed your hair in a makeshift ponytail, making sure no strand of hair would get in your way while you threw up the dinner he’d made.

After a few minutes waiting for something else to come out, you finally sat back against the title.

“Am I ugly?” Tears pricked your eyes.

“What are you talking about? You’re beautiful, y/n.” He kneeled down in front of you, his knees slightly cracking and making you chuckle.

“Then why won’t you look at me?”

“What do you mean? I’m looking at you right now.” He placed a hand above your shoulder, which you quickly brushed off.

“You know what I mean.”

Something clicked inside him. Were you really confessing to him while sitting beside a toilet? It was probably the most unromantic scene he’d ever seen, but your words didn’t fail to make him blush.

“I didn’t know you thought about me that way. I mean, you’re always talking about that guy who stood you up just a few hours ago.”

“I was trying to make you jealous.” Your back suddenly started sliding to your left, Renjun’s quick hand avoiding your head from hitting the toilet. “But then I thought, well maybe he doesn’t like me so I might as well give it a try with Xiaojun. But then that son of a bi-”

“Language.”

“Sorry, that despicable man, rejected me. I’m probably too ugly to date, from tomorrow on I shall start buying cats to accompany me during my lonely life.”

“God, you’re so dramatic.” He moved his hands below your armpits to lift the whining mess you were. “Stop squirming.”

“Let me go.” You sobbed, body going limp between his arms.

“Alright, I’ll tell you a secret if you cooperate.” You immediately straightened your posture, grinning at him.

“Go on.”

He tsked, using his fingers to brush off some strands of hair sticking to your forehead.

“It’s about the girl I like...”

“Forget it, I’ll stay here.”

He kept speaking, every word making your heart clench.

“She’s the kindest person alive, also the most beautiful. She’s kinda dumb at times, though.” He couldn’t resist giggling at your small pout.

“I hate you. One day I’ll pack my bags and leave you to pay the rent all alone.” His hands caressed your flushed face, your disoriented eyes trying to figure out the situation.

“You know what’s the best part about liking her?” You groaned in frustration, trying to push him away with all your might. “She lives really close to me, so I get to see her pretty face every single day.”

“Is she the girl who lives on the fifth floor? I’ll kick her ass.” You tried walking out by yourself, miserably failing because of your wobbly legs.

“She lives right in front of my room.” Renjun could almost swear he could see the little engines moving in your head.

“Wait, me?”

“Yes, dummy.” You gasped dramatically, your rosy cheeks rising as your lips curved into a smile.

“Really? Even though sometimes I don’t shower for days?”

He let out a breathy laugh, sweeping you off your feet to carry you back to your room.

“Yes, I like your smelly ass.” He nuzzled your forehead, resting your body over the mattress. “Lay on your side.”

Although you'd already thrown up, he wasn't taking any chances.

“Are you leaving?” You held onto his wrist as he tried to exit your room.

“Do you want me to stay?”

“You can't possibly think of leaving me after confessing. What kind of human are you?” You clung onto his arm, not wanting to let go.

“Alright, big baby.” He reluctantly laid down beside you, his face inches away from yours. Your noses were touching, lips craving for each other.

“Can I kiss you?” It felt right to ask.

“No.” Your jaw dropped in disbelief. “We’ll kiss when you sober up, when I’m certain that you won’t forget what’s gonna be the best kiss of your whole damn life.”

“Sounds exciting.” You inched closer, burying your head in his chest.

“Go to sleep, I’ll stay up to guard you from any closet monsters.”

“My man’s so brave.” You mumbled against his cotton shirt, his heartbeat lulling you. “You better give me that kiss when I wake up.”

Though he’d never admit it, Renjun dozed off with a big smile, excited for the next day.

#nct smut #nct fluff #nct angst #nct au #nct imagines #nct ot21 #nct x reader #nct #nct 127 #nct scenarios

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katedrakeohd · 3 years

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Once Upon a Merry Birthday (continued)

(go back to the beginning)

Amanda refills Drake's snack bowl and then offers him a refill of whiskey, this time he nods.

"So are you still flying solo, or is your date going to show?"

"I think she's on her way, just had a problem with the dress I bought her."

"Ooh nice, I like a man who isn't afraid of fashion."

Drake chuckles as he lifts his glass to take a sip, "Believe me I had help."

"So how are we playing this? Aloof and mysterious when she shows up? Or totally ignore her til she gets close. What is she going to be wearing?"

Drake turns back toward the bar, "Probably something in between. Her dress is a dark garnet red. She's probably going to show up on the arm of another man, or at least he'll escort her to the door."

Amanda wipes down the bar with a cloth and does a double take when she sees exactly what Drake describes. She mumbles to him as Kate walks into the restaurant from the far side of the room. "Either you're clairvoyant or have eyes in the back of your head, cuz she's here. Who's the guy?"

Drake turns in his seat so he can watch Kate and Preston out of the corner of his eye. She's standing beside him and looking around the room. When she sees Drake sitting at the far end of the bar she gives him a quick appraisal and then moves on. She whispers something to Preston and then lets go of his arm and then walks on without him. Preston waits a few beats and then follows.

Drake hides behind his whiskey glass, mesmerized, as he watches Kate cross the room. The silky material clung and slithered across her body in all the right places as she walked. The asymmetrical ruffled skirt whispered and fluttered around her slender legs, elongated by the black stilettos that she wore on her feet.

"Daaaamn," Amanda whispers. "But who's the guy."

Drake looks down the bar at Kate as she stands between two chairs, another patron hiding her from full view. Preston sits down next to her on the other side. "That's our bodyguard."

Amanda takes a moment to assess Preston, "And who guards his body?"

Drake clears his throat to get her attention, "Ahem, ok game on. I want to buy her a glass of red wine."

"Any particular variety?"

Drake feels a stab of jealousy at the way the other guy at the bar gets to be so close to his Kate. "Do you have a wine that matches that dress?"

Amanda smiles, "We certainly do. And for her companion?"

Drake fumed at how casually Preston leaned in close to her and spoke like he was her date. "Get him a Coke. He's on duty."

Amanda grabs a bottle of Merlot and a wine glass on her way over to Kate and Preston. "Good evening, folks."

She pours some wine into the glass and slides it over to Kate, "This is compliments of the gentleman from the other end of the bar."

Kate glances Drake's way, "Then give him my thanks."

Amanda sets a rocks glass of Coke over ice in front of Preston. "And this is for you."

"So he's buying drinks for both of us? Sweet." Preston jokes, picking up his Coke and giving Drake a wink. He slides his arm around Kate's waist and gives her hip a squeeze as he pulls her onto his lap.

Drake glares at him, waiting for Kate to react. This better be for show, or I'm gonna kill him.

Kate pushes him away and then stands up, slapping Preston across the face. He puts his hand up to his cheek and laughs, "Is that all you got? C'mere."

Preston stands up and lays his arm around her shoulders, pulling her toward him and pressing his face into her hair, "Damn you smell good."

Kate whispers in his ear, "I'm sorry for this Preston." Then she grabs him by the back of the neck and knees him in the groin.

Drake winces and then throws back the last of his whiskey. "I'm going to have to pay him extra for enduring that. Kate has sharp knees."

Preston doubles over in pain and then falls to his knees on the floor. "Holy fuck!" he squeaks out, gasping for air. "I..I wasn't expecting that."

Kate straightens her dress and then picks up her glass of wine like nothing's happened. She swirls it around and brings the glass up to her nose to appreciate the bouquet before taking a sip. Drake walks over and sits down in the seat that Preston was in.

"I was going to step in, but you seemed to handle that guy pretty well on your own."

Kate glances at him, "Thanks, my Mom insisted I take self-defense classes just in case I ever got into trouble."

Drake looks at Preston, still kneeling on the floor nearby, "Do you want me to dispose of him for you? You have such beautiful hands, I wouldn't want you to sprain something when you drag him out of here."

Kate holds out her hand to admire her new manicure. "Please, I wouldn't want to chip a nail."

Drake gets up from his seat, straightening his jacket, "Save this seat for me? I'll be right back."

Kate smiles and then sits down in the warm spot that he left behind, crossing her legs. "Consider it saved."

Drake reaches a hand down to Preston to help him up from the floor. Grabbing the back of his arm he turns him around and escorts him out of the restaurant, muttering, "I'm sorry, man. But you could have warned me that you were going to do something."

"Sorry, sir." Preston replies hoarsely, "It was your wife's idea. I was hoping you would get the chance to step in and punch me before she gave me the knee."

Back out in the lobby, Drake winces sympathetically, "Jeez, please tell me you were wearing some extra padding."

Preston sucks in a deep painful breath as he stands up straight again, "Not enough."

Drake pats him on the arm, "Again, I'm so sorry. Now you're definitely off the hook for the rest of the evening."

"Thanks, Your Grace. Watch out for those knees of hers."

Chuckling as he turns back toward the restaurant, Drake says, "I will."

…

Kate turns to watch Drake walk back across the room. He wasn't an overly tall man, but he moved smoothly. It was so sensuous the way his hips rocked with each long, easy stride. From his broad shoulders, slim hips to his long legs he was sex in motion. And the fact that he was staring right at her made her feel hot from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes.

Drake places his hands on the back of her chair. The heat from his skin radiated across her shoulder blades, and his warm breath smelled of whiskey as he bent down to ask, "Can I have my seat back now?"

Kate shivers as his breath caresses her skin. He turns her chair and then offers her his hand to help her up. "Such a gentleman."

"Only in public," he murmurs as he bows to kiss her knuckles.

"We haven't been formally introduced. My name is Drake Walker."

"Walker, like the whiskey?," Kate replies.

"No, Drake like the dragon."

Kate pulls her hand back out of his grasp, the warmth of his fingers was like a delicious fire that blazed up her arm. "I'm Kate Darling."

"Darling, such an endearing sort of name. I can't place your accent."

"I'm from New York."

Drake sits down and then gestures to the seat beside him, "Please sit with me Kate."

Kate sits down, sliding her wine glass over to herself. Amanda walks over, smiling at them both but addressing Drake first, "Would you like something else to drink?"

Drake slides Preston's diluted Coke back across the counter, "Can I get a new one of these?"

Amanda nods, pouring it out and drawing new soda from the fountain and a fresh scoop of ice.

Kate looks Drake up and down, appreciating how nice he looked all in black. "I thought I smelled whiskey on your breath earlier. Not having another?"

Drake shakes his head and sips at his Coke, "I haven't had dinner yet, so I need to pace myself."

Kate swirls the wine around in her glass, biting at her bottom lip. "Have dinner with me."

Drake places his drink down, raising his eyebrows, "Is that an invitation or a request?"

"It's my Birthday and I don't want to eat alone."

Drake nods, "Happy Birthday. I would love to have dinner with you."

Drake signals to Amanda, "The lovely Kate has invited me to have dinner with her, could you bring what's left of that bottle of Merlot to our table?"

"Only if you settle your drink tab first."

Drake leans to the side to pull out his wallet, "Certainly."

He leans over and whispers to Kate, "Go find us a table, and I'll be right over."

Kate nods, leaning in to cup his face in her hands and kiss him softly on the lips. "Don't be long."

Drake groans softly at the desire in her eyes, wondering how much longer this first date sort of thing was going to last. He leans back reluctantly, and turns to hand Amanda his credit card. Kate slides out of her seat and gives him a long lingering look before walking into the diningroom.

Amanda grins at him as she hands his card back, "You two are clearly hot for each other, so why all the polite pleasantries? Get your freak on already."

Drake looks over to the booth in the far corner of the restaurant that Kate was sliding into, "Not yet, we need more foreplay."

Part Three

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gillians-leoni · 4 years

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TIML is here!

Hey, y'all! This is my first longer chaptered fic and I'm so excited! There are quite a bit of notes and disclaimers I'd like y'all to read, but if you want to skip, that's totally okay! Thank you SO MUCH to @gaycrouton and @waterbending-warrior for the beta! Y'all ROCK!

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The X-Files | MSR | Modern-ish AU | Scully-centric

tagging @today-in-fic

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Dana Scully is a young divorced single mom with a past. Fox Mulder is an FBI agent still living in his. By chance, they meet and have a one-night stand. Dana's life changes when she gives birth to her ex-husband's child and the darkness never seems to leave. She gets recruited into the FBI and moves from California to DC with three children in tow, hoping for a fresh start. When she's assigned as the chief pathologist to assist with Mulder's cases, she tries to stay away, having sworn herself off men. But, there's just something about Mulder she can't quite put her finger on.

Disclaimers: I do not own The X-Files, Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, or any other characters associated with the show. They belong to Fox, 1013, and Chris Carter. I only own my OCs.

It was a cool April morning in Palo Alto, California when 23-year-old Dana Scully hurried up the courthouse steps, her heels clicking against the concrete like seconds ticking on a clock. She had five minutes before she had to meet with the prosecutor, and “late” was not in her vocabulary. Briskly walking past the different people, she briefly questioned their presence. Smoothing down her smart and sensible navy-blue blazer, her hand paused as it met her small, but somewhat noticeable, pregnancy bump. Her hand left almost immediately, and she focused on the task at hand. The prosecutor was waiting for her when she arrived, and led her to the witness room and gave her instructions.

“Now, I know you’ve been told this many times before, but just as a reminder: you’re what’s called a ‘character witness’, so you’ll only be called to testify if necessary,” the prosecutor reminded. “I know it’s not what you imagined you’d be doing today, but you may be needed. And both the judge and defense know of your condition, so the defense knows to tread lightly when it comes time for their questions. However, I fear they won’t, so I’ll remind them to go easy on you.”

“It’s alright. You’ve prepared me should I need to go up there and testify. I can do this. I just hope that you’re able to put him away.”

The woman put her hand gently on Dana’s arm. “I promise I’ll do all I can.” She looked at her watch and told Dana she needed to go.

“There’s water available and outlets if you need to charge your phone. I’m sorry I can’t do much else.”

The prosecutor walked off and Dana took in her surroundings. There was a table with an older-looking coffee machine and a pack of water bottles. While the room was small, there was room to fit another table with a chair and a loveseat in the corner. She lowered herself onto the loveseat and shifted so she was on her back, feet dangling off one of the armrests.

It had been a couple of hours she had waited but it felt like three times as long. She mostly texted either her mother, father, or sister, letting them know how she was and just needing someone to talk to. If she wasn’t glued to her phone, she paced. And paced. At some point she looked out the window unto the pedestrians below and wished she could take any one of their places right now. Today was an emotionally wrecking day, and it helped that she had most of her family nearby.

Around noon, she was called to testify. Dana Scully, Part 25. Her heart sank to her feet. Anxiety and doubt started to intrude her thoughts. She honestly didn’t know if she could do this. How many people can say they had to testify against their ex-husband? Okay, probably many, but this case was unique. These thoughts were enough to busy her mind until she found herself with her right hand on the Bible promising ‘to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth’. She sat down and tried her hardest not to look to where she knew he was staring holes into her.

The prosecutor stood up and started to ask questions.

“Can you state your full name for the record?” The prosecutor sounded professional in tone.

“Dana Katherine Scully,” Dana answered.

“And what is your relationship to the defendant, Ms. Scully?”

“I’m his ex-wife.”

She continued to ask the basic questions. When were you married? When did you separate? Divorce? Do you have any children? How many? What are their names? When were they born? Are you employed? Are you in school? For what? Where? How long have you been attending? The questions seemed to go on and on. Until they got to the question she wished she didn’t have to answer.

“Ms. Scully, do you know why you have been asked to appear in court today?”

“Um, my ex-husband has been charged with…” God, she couldn’t even say it. Be strong, Dana. “…sexual assault.” She refused to look at him, but she knew he was wearing one of his notorious smirks.

“Has your husband ever assaulted you , Ms. Scully?”

“Objection, your Honor. We are only in court for the case of Hannah Carson, not the alleged assault for Mr. Lake’s ex-wife.” The defense attorney finally spoke, his voice low and with a ‘no-nonsense’ tone to it.

“Withdrawn. Ms. Scully, to what degree do you know Miss Carson?”

Dana’s heart was speeding up and her hands felt clammy. Just breathe, Dana. “I don’t know her.”

“Let the record state that Ms. Scully does not know the victim. Now, I’d like to start asking about your relationship with the defendant over time.”

Oh, God. She knew what was coming. Soon she’d be asked about what it was like being with him, and no doubt they’d eventually get to her...it was still hard to think about it, and she lived it. She was prepared to answer the questions, but she wasn’t prepared for the emotional state she was sure to be in after this. Why couldn’t they just have accepted her written testimony? But no , she just had to do this in front of however many people. She had a death grip on her knees and prayed for the universe to open up and swallow her whole right about now.

“When did you two meet?”

Okay, here goes nothing. “Um, I was fourteen.”

“Can you tell us about the day you met the defendant?”

2000

“Danes, are you kidding?! You’re telling me you turned down Jack Willis for the homecoming dance? Are you okay?” Melissa teased, her mouth full of Blizzard.

“I’m just not interested in going with anyone. Besides, I’m only going because if I don’t, you’re just going to drag me.”

Melissa chuckled and ate a fry from her plate. “You know me so well, oh dear sister of mine,” she joked. “It’s your freshman year, and you got asked to the homecoming dance by a senior. Do you know how many girls wish they were you?”

Dana only shrugged. “I don’t know what to say. I’m just not interested. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to refill my drink.”

She got up and walked over to the drink machine. Opting for water, she quickly refilled her cup and was about to walk back to the booth she and Melissa were seated at before she ran into a tall person, spilling her water all over them.

“Oh my gosh, I am SO sorry!” she exclaimed as she grabbed the nearest napkins and handed some to them, and the rest to clean the floor. The person kneeled and helped her.

“It’s alright.”

She looked up and was face to face with a boy. He looked familiar, but she couldn’t pinpoint from where.

“I really am sorry again.”

“It’s okay, I promise.” He smiled, and Dana could feel her cheeks flush. He was so handsome. “Hey, you go to Hoover, right? I’ve seen you around school a few times.”

“Yeah, I just started in August.”

“That’s cool. I’m a junior. You going to the game tonight?”

“Yeah, I’m going with my sister.”

“I’m going with a few of my buddies, so I guess I’ll see you there. Or ‘run into,’ I should say,” he joked and winked at her, causing her cheeks to flush again. “I’m just kidding.”

They finished wiping up the spilled water and after he threw away the wet napkins, he held out his hand and she took it.

“So, what’s your name?” he asked, not letting go.

“Dana.”

He shook her hand. “Well, Dana, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Hunter. I’ll see you around.”

He walked out the door and Dana looked at her sister, who sat there open-mouthed, apparently having had watched the whole interaction. Great , she thought. I’ll never hear the end of this.

#the x files #msr au #msr #mulder and scully #fox mulder #dana scully #angst #lots of angst #like a whole lot #mentions of noncon #non-graphic non-con #pregnancy #i like to put the characters through pain for some reason #my fic

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imzadi-caskett-huddy · 4 years

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In My Veins (2/?)

House, M.D. Fanfic

Thanks to all who commented on the first chapter. This chapter turned out slightly more angsty than I had anticipated, but it hurts in the right way, I think. It picks up pretty much where the last chapter left off.

As stated before, this story is not as fleshed out on paper as my other fic, so I'm pretty much writing on it only on my off days, which is why it's most likely going to take longer to get updates in. Work is crazy right now.

I don't own the characters. If I did, Lisa Edelstein would have been around for season 8. A song that heavily inspired this chapter is "Poison and Wine" by The Civil Wars. I discovered it quite by accident, but I listened to it a lot while writing... and it might be to blame for the higher angst level. Look it up on Youtube. It hits the Huddy feels button, I promise.

A huge thank you to @love-hope-faith-feels-like-a-lie for taking all of my crazy ideas and giving me honest feedback on all of my Huddy stuff, and for analyzing them with me!

"Wilson once told me that I was afraid to take a chance with you. That you were too big a risk for me. Because if it wouldn't work with you, there was no one. He was right." His head leaned against the back of the couch as he stared up at the ceiling. He'd had nearly half a bottle of Scotch by this point, which was the only reason those words slipped from his lips. "Now I've got nothing. And no one," he raised his head to look at her, lifting his glass. "So here's to us," he drained his glass.

"Don't do that," she murmured, breathing deeply.

"Don't do what? Toast Wilson for finally being right?"

"Make this about us." She was quiet for a moment, curled on a separate end of the same couch. She wanted to make sure that there was ample physical distance between them, not because she was afraid of him... she just didn't trust herself not to relapse. One touch could easily make her fall off the wagon. "You have your work... your puzzles," she pointed out, her voice soft and tender, a result of the Scotch she'd had, though she'd stopped at two glasses... just enough to take the edge off.

"Not that simple. I'm dead, remember? No medical license. No medical license, no medical puzzles."

"I'm sure you can get your medical license back once you're declared legally alive again. And I'm sure someone will hire you... you're a world renowned diagnostitian."

He refilled his glass before letting his head fall back against the back of the couch again. "Except for one problem. The only person stupid enough to hire me is no longer in a position to hire me."

Her elbow was propped against the back of the couch, her hand supporting her head as she watched him. She chewed her lower lip for a moment as she turned things over in her head. "What if she were?" She finally asked, arching an eyebrow.

Her words caused him to raise his head once again and look at her questioningly. "What?"

She breathed deeply. "Apparently Foreman took a job at a hospital in LA. My old job was open. They made me an offer I couldn't refuse," she explained.

"You want to come back?" He studied her. Even in his drunken state he was trying to figure out that particular puzzle piece and what exactly it meant.

She shrugged. "Princeton is closer to my mom and my sister. I like the schools better. I like the hospital better." She was quiet for a moment before continuing. "Would you be okay if I came back?" she asked cautiously.

"Not my decision. Do what you want." His eyes drifted back to the ceiling then, and he drained his glass once again. He wasn't drunk enough to have that conversation. It would take more than a bottle of Scotch for him to admit that he needed her that much again.

His response hadn't surprised her. She'd figured he would deflect a lot of questions and conversation topics. "I was serious about the job offer. I can help you get your license back. I can pull strings. People owe me favors. You can have the same set up as before...a team, your old office... clinic duty," she added the last with a wry smile to try to lighten his mood a bit.

He thought about it. It would be like old times... except Wilson wouldn't be there. His old office was right next door. But now someone else occupied it. "You just want to keep an eye on me," he finally responded.

"From where I'm sitting, you need it."

"You'd really be okay with rehiring me?" He watched for her reaction, for any hint that she might already be regretting those words.

"It's a real offer, House. I mean, I'm sure the board will be thrilled that one of my first official acts upon returning to Princeton Plainsboro will be rehiring you, but the hospital survived your reign of terror before. It will again," she shrugged.

"Thank you," he said after several long, silent minutes.

"You're welcome." She stood then, grabbing both of their glasses to take to the sink. It was late. She was leaving, and hopefully he'd had enough.

Standing as well, it took a moment for him to compose himself to walk her out. He noticed her pause at the door and arched an eyebrow when she gently squeezed his hand out of pure instinct.

"It's going to be okay. It gets better," she spoke softly, trying to reassure him. Instantly she knew touching him was a mistake when she felt the electricity charge through the air around her hand on his.

He breathed deeply. "Thank you." It was simple, but heartfelt. He knew she didn't have to be there. After everything he'd done, she should be anywhere but there, really... yet there she was. With him.

If her first mistake had been touching him, her second was meeting those blue eyes of his, eyes that were full of sadness and hurt. Then came mistake number three: she leaned in and kissed him. It started slow, her hand gently caressing his cheek, but within seconds the smoldering embers had become a raging inferno as she'd deepened the kiss and pulled him closer. He was quick to respond, his body coming alive as it remembered her touch, and he leaned into her, pressing her back against the door.

It was several minutes before they both took a step back, breathless and staring at each other. He was studying her, trying to rationalize things, trying to find her meaning. She was shocked at what she'd done, at the line she had crossed. "I need to go," she murmured, her eyes never leaving his.

"Stay." It was a simple word, a simple request. There was a vulnerability in his eyes that she hadn't seen since the night of the crane collapse a little more than two years ago. A vulnerability he only showed to her, and even then only rarely.

Swallowing hard, she shook her head. "I can't." And with that, she opened the door and left. If she stayed even another second, she knew she would end up in his arms, they'd end up in his bed. She couldn't go there again.

House stared at the door for a few moments before resting his hand against the frame and leaning his forehead against it. Shit. He missed her. He needed her. He'd forgotten just how much until that moment.

She made it halfway down the hallway before stopping and leaning against the wall, squeezing her eyes shut tightly as she felt the sting of tears. Damn him. She was screwed. She had done this to herself. She hadn't just fallen this time... no, she'd dived in willingly.

#huddy #house x cuddy #house fanfic #house #house m.d.#house md #greg house #gregory house #lisa cuddy

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dontreadthistrashgarbage · 4 years

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G O T 7 PT.8

Guerin had found a dog friendly bar and currently sat on the patio with Eneoji sipping at a beer as she waited for JB. Guerin had opted for an oversized black shirt with mesh shoulders and lime green biker shorts. A black lipstick perhaps gave her more of a dark energy than she usually managed to exude. She was leaned back, one leg tucked up under her as she listened to music through headphones with her eyes closed, petting her dog with her free hand. She felt her fluffy companion shift and stand suddenly, prompting Guerin to look up. JB had entered the patio area, raising his hand in greeting as their eyes met. She smiled, sitting up more and taking her headphones out.

"I took the liberty of getting started." She said half apologetically as she gestured at the table. His dark gray button up shirt was half tucked into beige slacks and per usual he seemed to have missed more buttons than necessary. She briefly wondered if she could ever get used to being in the presence of people like him and Jackson, they seemed to always suck the air out of the area.

"Sorry I'm late." He said, sitting in the chair next to her and Eneoji.

"Next round is on you." She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Alright alright." He said, pouring them each shots of soju, handing her one. After their shot he refilled again and cracked his own beer, lounging back into his own chair, "I talked to BamBam about the rest of the video. We don't need more shots of Mihi but he'd like to get more film of us if you'd be okay with that."

Guerin inhaled and nodded. She wasn't thrilled about being on camera again but she had already committed this far. It would seem a shame to back out now. "Short of me falling into the river and drowning it's unlikely to end as poorly as last time." She laughed at he lame attempt of a joke.

"Sorry..." JB said awkwardly, unsure of how to react.

"It's fine. I'm sorry. It's not your fault. It's just been a weird day." She shook her head and focused her attention on Eneoji who leaned into her mom's chair for more attention.

"Ah..." JB started to say something else but he was interrupted by Guerin's phone ringing. Jackson was finally done with his schedule for the day and called as he had promised.

"Sorry JB, can you give me a minute?" She told Eneoji to stay and answered her phone, walking to the far end of the patio that was fortunately mostly empty, "Hi Jackson." She said, making an effort to sound more upbeat than she felt.

"Guerin, I'm so sorry it's late. Are you okay?" Jacksons voice and his obvious concern made her smile. He managed to give her some energy even speaking over the phone.

"I'm fine. I already told you. It's not a big deal." She reassured him.

"She really is just a friend. She works for my label and we see each other a lot." He explained further.

"Jackson, I believe you. It was just a hug. You're allowed to hug people." She smiled and turned, leaning against the railing. JB had been looking over at her and the two made eye contact. She grinned, pointing at her phone and rolling her eyes. He nodded, looking a bit uncomfortable and took a sip of his beer as he looked away. Guerin was under no false pretense that he couldn't hear her side of the conversation but he must have felt a bit like he was eavesdropping.

"I shouldn't though, I just told you how I felt. I should be more reserved." He argued. Guerin frowned.

"That's silly. Platonic affection is fine between friends. I hug my friends too. This really is being blown out of proportion." She frowned, her momentary energy boost was ebbing away.

"Really? Who are you hugging?" Jackson asked. He seemed to be making an effort to not sound like he cared a lot but Guerin furrowed her brow at the question.

"My friends." She repeated, "Jackson I'm sorry to cut this short but I'm out with Eneoji and JB right now so I can't talk long. I just wanted to let you know it's fine." She started to head back to her seat.

"Wait, you're out with JB? Just the two of you?" Jackson sounded worried.

"No, Eneoji is with us too. And I dont think you're in a position to be upset by that." She said, suddenly annoyed with his double standard as she sank into her chair.

"You're right, I'm sorry. I'm having to apologize a lot today. Tell JB I said hi." Jackson corrected himself readily.

"Thank you Jackson. And I'll let him know. Have a good night." She felt a bit guilty for her comment but chose not to address it just yet and hung up after Jackson's farewell. "Sorry JB. Jackson says hi." She took a shot of soju not waiting for him. He leaned forward and automatically refilled it for her, holding up his so they could do the next one together.

"Sounds like that article did cause some problems." He mentioned it for the first time this night. Guerin had wondered if he was aware of everything. She shook her head, closing her eyes and furrowing her brow.

"Honestly it's not even the stupid hug that's the problem." She pinched the bridge of her nose.

"We don't have to talk about it." JB shrugged.

"That would be nice actually." Guerin was grateful. She had hoped the phone call would clear things up but instead she felt tired and conflicted.

"What were you listening to when I got here?" JB asked, ready with a new topic as though it had been planned. Guerin smiled in appreciation.

"HEET. I really do love their music. I'm so grateful I can work so closely with a group I can be a fan of." She gushed excitedly.

"Byoungjin worked really hard composing songs when I knew him." JB nodded with a smile.

"He and Tobio work together well. Both he and Minhwan had good things to say about you." JB's eyes flicked up to hers, "Well, all of you really. But he said you especially taught him a lot about music composition." She shrugged and broke eye contact, taking a sip of her drink.

"I should treat them to a meal sometime." JB said trying to disguise the act of fondness as something cool.

"You are so soft." She giggled into her beer.

"Soft? What does that mean?" JB raised his eyebrows, eyes widening slightly.

"It means despite you trying to be so cool all the time you're actually a cutie baby." She teased him.

His mouth dropped open as he feigned offense, "Ya." He started to protest through Guerins laughter. Their conversation stayed light for another beer and two bottles of soju. Guerin suggested they take Eneoji home and continue drinking from the garden on her rooftop. They stocked up on some drinks from the convenience store, and Guerin grabbed her bluetooth speaker from her apartment along with a blanket and two throw pillows. She and JB set up with their samoyed companion who was allowed free roam of the space.

"Are these your plants?" JB asked curiously at the odd mix of botanicals in pots and planters.

"No, I'm not good with plants besides the couple in my apartment. But everyone here adds their own and we all get to appreciate it." Guerin said, selecting a playlist and quietly starting music as JB poured each of them a somaek. Despite the duration they had been drinking Guerin was starting to teeter from tipsy to drunk, so she sipped this new drink more slowly. The two sat quietly enjoying the night and music, talking at random intervals but neither feeling pressured to keep a conversation going. Suddenly Jackson's song "Bullet to the Heart" came on and without speaking the tone changed.

"You know." Guerin said suddenly after the first verse, "The article and the hug really didn't bother me."

JB nodded slowly but didn't say anything as he waited to see if she wanted to continue.

"But I've been in such a weird mood all day. I've just been kind of tired and more irritable than usual. I couldn't figure out why. But I think it's just that I had to -deal- with it. I had to hear about it over and over again and keep assuring the same people over and over again that I was fine." She sighed, running her hands through her hair.

"I know everyone means well and they care but it also makes me feel strange for being unbothered. Like I have to justify to people why I'm okay with it." She stared at her somaek, avoiding eye contact with JB.

He waited a few moments before speaking, "A lot of times people say they're fine when they aren't." He saw her start to protest but held up his hand, "Not that you aren't! But that happens. You have a legitimate reason to be upset and if you aren't people might think you are just trying to avoid the problem." JB shrugged.

"A legitimate reason to be upset? It's a hug." She protested.

"A hug between a man and a woman." JB added in.

She scoffed and said in English, "So heteronormative." He raised an eyebrow at her and she shook her head, "I don't know the korean phrase. It just references the ridiculous idea that relationships between opposite sexes are the norm and dismisses same sex or other types of relationships." She shrugged.

He nodded but seemed at a loss, "Okay..."

"Later. It's a big topic." She shook her head feeling a pang of disappointment.

"All I mean is that in Korea it's normal for someone to be upset by a hug with someone else." JB picked his words carefully.

"Would you?" Guerin asked suddenly.

"Ah..." he struggled, "I think I would be..." he answered honestly. Guerin chewed the inside of her cheek thoughtfully, another pang of disappointment silencing her. They sat like that for a few moments before he spoke again.

"But I could work on it." He added with a thoughtful nod, "I've worked on a lot of things. I don't see why it couldn't be one more."

Guerin let a small smile escape. Maybe he was just paying lip service but in that moment she appreciated it. Throwing caution to the wind she downed her drink, deciding that was quite enough serious talk.

"Hey. This topic sucks." She said bluntly, "Let's do something else."

JB laughed, killed his drink off too and went along with her clunky subject change. They played games until they finished off the booze and decided to head downstairs. Eneoji perked up as they folded up the blankets and grabbed pillows.

Coming into her apartment she kicked off her shoes, "I'm hungry. You want some ramyeon?" She asked.

He did a double take and poorly hid an immature laugh.

"Stooooop." She laughed, hitting him playfully in the shoulder, "You're such a kid."

"Ya, I'm not a kid, I'm a man." He protested, turning to face her. JB knew how to turn on the sexy act which he utilized in full force, meeting her gaze with hooded eyes and biting his lip with a smirk.

She was speechless for a moment as it very obviously worked, her alcohol addled brain not allowing her the reaction time she needed to recover. She blinked furiously and licked her lips subconsciously, causing his gaze to flick down to her mouth. His expression became suddenly less playful as he stepped closer to her. She panicked, putting a hand on the center of his chest as her breath hitched in her throat.

"Y-you keep missing these buttons." She stammered, lifting her other hand and shakily doing up a couple more buttons on his shirt. He didn't move as she worked, watching her face and his playful smirk came back. She didn't make eye contact with him again, positive she wouldn't survive, "Only kids don't know how to button their shirts." She muttered in an unconvincing attempt to be playful again. She pulled away and headed into the kitchen, JB allowing some distance before a big grin spread across his face and he stuck his tongue out excitedly, winking at Eneoji who watched them, unimpressed, from the couch.

Charlie sleepily blinked her eyes open before sitting up blearily and looking around. It took her a moment to remember where she was until her eyes landed on her boyfriend laying next to her, just beginning to shift himself. He didn't seem to be wearing a shirt which she could appreciate even in her half awake state, but after a beat or two she also realized she wasn't wearing anything either. Just as Jinyoung opened his eyes she dropped back down, pulling her covers up over her.

"Mmm no..." he grumbled, his voice low and gravely from sleep. He reached across her body, pulling her against him as he nuzzled into her affectionately.

"No what?" She asked after clearing her throat.

"No hiding." He said simply, placing a kiss to her jawline.

Her urge to escape was diminished as soon as his arms went around her, but evaporated completely as he continued to be sweet and snuggly with her. Instead she turned in his arms to face him, cuddling up close and tangling her legs into his.

"Mmf. Better." He grunted with a self satisfied smirk, kissing her forehead again, "Good morning." Charlie couldn't imagine anything feeling better in that moment than their skin contact in that moment. Well, until she remembered the night prior. A blush crept onto her face and she tried to hide her smile by pressing her lips together tightly. Jinyoung also must have been having similar memories, but his body responded differently from just a blush. He not so subtly cleared his own throat and rolled onto his back, reaching to the nightstand for their phones, handing Charlie hers. She chose to allow him the distraction this time, but only because she remembered she hadn't checked to see Guerin's response.

Charlie was relieved to see her friends initial response, but that quickly turned to amused as hours later the messages had clearly become drunk texting. She giggled and covered her mouth. Jinyoung peered over her shoulder to see what made her laugh.

"Hey, this is private." She chastised him lightly, moving her phone and rolling away slightly.

"Jagiyaaaa." He pouted reaching for her to pull her toward him again, "I just want to see what's making you so happy." He rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Do you think being cute is going to get you what you want?" She teased him, trying to hide that yes, him being cute would get him everything he wanted.

"Maybe." He sulked, then suddenly snatched at her phone. She yelled and pulled it just out of his reach in time, causing the two to wrestle around in the bed playfully. He finally got his hands on her phone but it had timed out and was locked so he couldnt read it.

"Jagiiii." He whined, "What was funny?"

Charlie was distracted, as they had wrestled the blanket had come off them and she was now looking at Jinyoung in his full glory. She tried to regain her composure.

"It was just Guerin... drunk texting." She said sounding very not casual at all. Jinyoung noticed her distraction and feigned being offended, taking the blanket and pulling it across his body.

"Charlie." He scolded her, but she had seen his body begin to betray him again. This time she had other ideas and she sat up, pushing him the rest of the way down, pulling the blanket away and throwing her leg across him so she was straddling him. Jinyoung was legitimately surprised by the bold move, but he recovered quickly, smirking up at his girlfriend.

"I'll take my phone back now." She held out her hand.

He laughed, tucking his hands behind his head, looking up at her. He might be an excellent actor but Charlie could feel him under her and see the expression in his eyes change. "What if I say no?" He said, determined to keep up his act.

She moved her hips against him, causing him to break character as he blinked rapidly and bit his lip to keep from gasping. Now it was Charlie's turn to smirk. "I can be convincing."

Jinyoung licked his lips before he acted quickly. Holding her hips in place he sat up, shifting to keep her in his lap, he leaned forward and nipped at her neck, "Do your worst." He challenged her, hands holding her in place as he bucked up against her.

In their power play her phone lay lost and forgotten amidst the sheets as the couple managed to distract themselves.

Jackson came back into town with the same energy as when he left, a party. This time he had rented a private residence and hired caterers and bartenders to take care of his staff and friends. His new album had proven to be successful and his staff had worked hard so he wanted to show his appreciation. In addition he had invited his ex-trainee friends, including Byoungjin and Minhwan of HEET, along with their band members, as well as Guerin and Charlie.

"Hey drunky." Charlie said in English as she sauntered up to her friend by the pool in the backyard with a playful smirk.

"Hey... sex person." Guerin offered back laughing at her own inability to make a witty retort.

"Hey, you can't just assume things!" Charlie protested, looking around to make sure no one else was nearby.

"It was only an assumption until your blush and furtive stares confirmed it." Guerin said taking a sip from her drink.

"Are you seriously already drinking again?" Charlie asked incredulously to change the subject.

"Oh hell no. This is water. I'm still not recovered. I drank way too much last night. This old body doesn't recover like it used to." Guerin sighed. "Sorry about those drunk texts."

"Oh don't be. That was hilarious. I expect more in the future." Charlie laughed. "So did you and JB... did anything happen?"

"No, thank god." Guerin shook her head.

"Why would you be happy about that?" Charlie asked in disbelief.

"I do NOT want my first sexual encounter with JB to be while I'm wasted. That would be so sad." Guerin made the mistake of not picking her words carefully.

"Oh? Your first time? So you want to have multiple rounds?" Charlie's knowing grin looked a bit evil.

"Hey. Come on. I'm hung over, go easy on me." Guerin groaned in protest.

"Okay... but does that mean you're ready to give Jackson an answer?" Charlie asked more seriously. Guerin hesitated then nodded slowly. "Are you going to tell him tonight?"

"I'll have to if he asks. I told him I'd give him an answer when he returned, and I don't want to string him along." Guerin looked forlornly at her water then sighed, "Maybe I do need a drink."

The two were interrupted by the sliding glass door opening and an excited voice calling out, "Noona!" Looking up, Guerin spotted Seungbin of HEET, behind him the rest of the group including their manager Insu had all just arrived and were greeting others at the party.

"Baby boy!" Guerin cried out with a happy grin, holding her arms open. The adolescent boy bounded up to her and they hugged. She lifted the slightly taller boy and spun him around happily before setting him down and releasing him. The rest of HEET had started to follow their maknae out and Guerin introduced them to Charlie.

"I like your hair." Seungbin complimented Charlie with a sweet smile after he bowed in greeting. Charlie had already been smitten with the cute behavior exhibited by the boy so she couldn't help be a little extra moved by his compliment as she thanked him.

"Sorry we're late." Tobio said with his usual straight face.

"We came from practice, but it went a little longer than we thought." Minhwan added.

"Don't be silly, I'm sure everyone will be super stoked to see you!" Guerin waved their apology off. "You must have been working hard, have you eaten?"

"Insu bought us some snacks while we were practicing." Byoungjin said pragmatically.

"Snacks are not dinner." Guerin said reprovingly, "Come on let's get you boys some real food." Her brood followed her inside to the party, Insu falling behind looking concerned.

"She always feeds you so much." He said worried.

"It's okay hyung, it's just one night." Gabriel said with a big grin, patting their manager on the shoulder.

"We're on a break anyway. I'll make the team work it off tomorrow. Just enjoy the party hyung." Minhwan reassured him as they followed after.

JB arrived characteristically late to the party as well but with much less fanfare than a small group like HEET had. He located Jackson first and went up to greet and congratulate his friend. Jackson let out his trademark happy squeal when he saw his hyung and embraced him happily. JB grinned with his friends infectious mood and the two began catching up.

"Ya, punk!" An elevated voice drew their attention. JB and Jackson looked up to see Guerin with icing smeared on her cheek and, presumably the culprit, in a headlock under her arm, "You wanna go for a swim?" She scolded, unable to sound believably angry through her laughter. Charlie, Minhwan and Seungbin were laughing, Tobio had raised his eyebrows in surprise while Byoungjin shook his head disapprovingly and Insu looked worried. Guerin carted the cackling troublemaker outside, giving him a noogie on the way out. The others followed, offering apologies.

Jackson and JB exchanged glances and laughed, Jackson much more enthusiastically.

"She manages to cause trouble wherever she goes." JB commented drily.

Jackson nodded, his smile fading a bit, "Has she answered your confession yet?" He asked suddenly.

JB looked surprised and somewhat uncomfortable, before shaking his head, "You?"

"No. She said she'd tell me when I get back. I'm gonna ask her tonight." He looked serious, "I'm worried. She said she wasn't bothered by that news story but I think she is just saying that. She gets annoyed if I bring it up."

"Don't." JB said simply.

"Don't what?" Jackson asked, confused.

"Don't bring it up. If she tells you she's okay then believe her. Trust her word. If she has something to discuss she'll bring it up." He looked over at Jackson who was watching him with a strange expression, "What?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Nothing. You're right." Jackson said, shaking his head and sounding thoughtful. A sudden splash from outside interrupted them again. Charlie poked her head in as people had moved to the door to see what caused the commotion as more splashing and yelling could be heard.

"Um, are there some towels?" She asked struggling to speak through her laughter.

The rental property had fortunately been stocked with towels and bathrobes. Guerin, Gabriel and Seungbin had all rinsed off, bundled up and were sitting in the master bedroom with their wet clothes drip drying outside. Insu had left to get a change of clothes for the boys while Jinyoung had offered to drive Charlie to get clothes for Guerin.

Guerin was embarrassed, she knew it looked like she had been the one to cause the whole incident by threatening Gabriel when dragging him out. She hadn't actually intended to follow through and had even let him go. Unfortunately the youthful Seungbin got caught up in the comedy of it and snuck up on Gabriel to push him in. Double unfortunately, Gabriel responded by grabbing Seungbin to drag him along. Triple unfortunately Guerin had tried to grab the two of them, but had been off balance, somehow one of them had latched onto her thinking she was the other boy and down she went with them. The next few moments were a blur of laughter, splashing and yelling as she processed what had happened and how it would be perceived. Fortunately for her her phone was in a lifeproof case since she had accepted her life was a series of disasters, and the boys didn't have personal phones yet so there was no lasting damage.

Youngjae's loud laugh still rang in her ears. All she could think of to say was "It wasn't me." As she held up her hands defensively, prompting more laughter from the accommodating types in the crowd. Some had surely looking on in disapproval but there wasn't much she could do about that. She spotted JB and Jackson throwing their heads back and laughing at the sad picture of a shamed dripping grown ass woman and two boys. She couldn't help but laugh too.

Insu arrived after Minhwan had finished scolding the boys despite being one of the people who had laughed the loudest. Guerin had been spared since she was older, and perhaps he was afraid he might get a dose of the pool himself if he tested her.

Seungbin had apologized sincerely, worried about Guerin being upset, but she assured him she wasn't. Gabriel apologized less convincingly considering he still seemed to think the whole interaction had been quite fun, though he hadn't intended it to go that far. Tobio had checked on Guerin a few times to make sure she really was uninjured and not too cold. After their apologies the two boys left to change and everyone left Guerin on her own.

A soft knock sounded at the door. Thinking it was Charlie, Guerin called out, "Come in!"

Instead she saw Jackson poking his head in, covering his eyes with his hand as he said, "It's me!"

She laughed despite a worried pang in her stomach, "Jackson you can come in, I'm covered."

He closed the door behind him, peaked through his fingers, the let out a scandalized gasp seeing her in her robe and covering his face again. He dropped the act as she let out another laugh and threw a throw pillow at him. "Ya, careful getting physical, look what happened last time!" He chastised her.

"It wasn't me!" She protested again indignantly.

"I know, I know." He approached her and she was reminded of just how good looking he really was. She became uncharacteristically aware that she was in fact not wearing anything other the bathrobe and had to resist the urge to adjust it just to be sure. He moved one of the plush chairs closer to her and sat in it, resting his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward. He looked nervous but serious and Guerin had a sinking feeling she knew what was coming. She struggled to meet his gaze as he tried to maintain eye contact, "I don't want to pressure you. I was worried there might not be a time to talk one on one. I hoped maybe you had been considering us while I was gone. If not I wanted to say I can wait longer. Things got weird and maybe we can try while spending time together."

The corners of Guerin's lips twitched and she bit her lower lip. The beautiful man in front of her waited as patiently as he could in the few seconds before she found herself responding, "I don't need to think anymore." She said in a choked voice. She took a deep breath and Jackson visibly braced himself. She reached forward and took his hands affectionately, "You're so amazing, I'm happy you're in my life and spending time with you brings me joy. You're one of the kindest, most thoughtful, hard working people I've ever been blessed to know." He seemed to know what was coming and his expression made her choke up again, her eyes stung as they watered and she blinked rapidly to stem the threatening flow, "Ultimately I don't see us working out romantically. The worst part is that it's not a reflection on your character. I just think us together like that would clash. I hate it because I do like you so much Jackson, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I understand if you don't want to see me again, but I hope we can keep being friends if you can forgive me." Her tears began to fall seeing his crushed expression and watering eyes.

He sat for a moment before speaking, his already deep voice slightly more gravelly than usual, "And handsome."

"What?" She asked unable to piece together the context.

"You forgot to mention how handsome I am." He joked.

"Oh, stupid me." She put a hand to her head and rolled her teary eyes. "Super handsome. Ridiculously handsome. So handsome it should be illegal really." They both laughed through their pain and awkward encounter. She wanted to offer him a hug but wasn't sure if it was the right time.

A knock at the door halted further action and they let go of each others hands. Guerin wiped her face on the sleeves of her robe quickly before she answered, "Come in!" She said as Jackson stood and turned to the doorway.

Charlie poked her head in, not reacting as her eyes flicked to Jackson and then back to Guerin, before holding up a bag, "Some clothes!"

Guerin stood and walked over, "Thanks so much Charlie. Will you let Jinyoung know I said thanks as well?" Charlie nodded and dutifully disappeared from the doorway.

"I'll let you change." Jackson said, raising his hand in a small wave as he disappeared through the door. He didn't seem angry, but he did seem eager to part ways. She understood, and was partially relieved by the abrupt end herself. She focused instead on getting dressed and pulled the clothes out that Charlie had grabbed.

"Oh goddammit. I thanked that bitch too soon." She half groaned half laughed at the chosen ensemble.

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