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Enemy Territory

🦋Chapter 3🦋

After a long day at work, and a long night with San. You were not expecting to be woken up by his buzzing phone at 8:00AM. Painfully opening your eyes, as you feel his arm over your naked waist, reach for his phone on the small night stand on your side. Once he has it, you feel him shift around behind you. Soon his fingers hitting the clicking keyboard starts to echo in the room, making you want to sigh. You slowly turn around, his eyes are still focused on the screen.

“What is it?”

“Mhh? Oh it’s.. Something for one of my class. The project I told you about last week.”

“Last week? I thought this one was done.. Which is why you couldn’t come over last weekend.” You ask genuinely curious, as it was what he had told you the previous week.

“Yeah, well.. Hum..” He hums lightly as he keeps typing. “Something came up again, sorry..” He locks his phone as you are about to lean in to get a peak. You raise an eyebrow but he just gets closer to kiss your forehead softly. “Raincheck for brunch?” He asks without really getting your answer as he’s already getting out of the bed. You watch him put his clothes on, still not answering him. “Y/N?” He turns around after passing his head through his shirt.

“Raincheck~” A small smile draws itself on your lips and an adorable eye smile shows on his face, making your heart tug in your chest. This time, not entirely sure if it was due to love or.. something else. Something slightly bitter and painful. Maybe it was just due to a long week and having look forward to spending the weekend with San so much.

Once he has all of his stuff packed, he once again leans in to kiss your forehead lightly before swiftly walking out of the room. Soon, you hear the clicking and a slight buzz, indicating that he had left the apartment. This sound had never felt so loud before.

You end up rolling your eyes lightly before letting yourself fall back into your bed. Now that San was gone, there was more space in the bed. Is what you were trying to tell yourself to feel slightly better about the frustrating situation. Suddenly, the thought of Wooyoung realizing that San left early get to your mind.

“He’s not gonna leave me alone, is he..?” You sigh softly before deciding to slowly leave your bed.

Without looking around, you run to the bathroom to start a warm shower. Your body slightly aching due to the previous night with San. As much as you did enjoy it and his presence. You weirdly did not feel satisfied at all. Something felt empty and somewhat even worst than when he had simply canceled last week. Maybe, because you had set your hopes a bit higher this time. Also, maybe, because a very small part of you felt slightly used.

You nervously shake your head. This was not the time to fall into one of those long and deep overthinking showers. After ten minutes, you step out of the shower, putting on comfy clothes to stay in for your Sunday. The simple shower and the small self care routine that you had gone over, was able to boost your energy and it’s with a small smile that you step out of the bathroom feeling refreshed. However, that smile dies really fast when you fall nose to nose with - once again - a shirtless Wooyoung.

“You’re up early~” He coos lightly. “Did mister boyfriend end up getting the Y/N to wake up before 10:30 on a Sunday?” The eye roll was expected at this point. You huff slightly before pushing him out of the way.

Now, how could a simple touch of your knuckles on his bare and warm skin, make you feel something? I mean, how was this very simple and harmless act, make you feel slightly flustered and affected. This felt ridiculous. He observes you making your way to the small kitchen. The feeling of your hands on his torso, affecting him just as much. Making him wonder, why did such a small act make him twitch ever so slightly in his shorts. However, something ‘tings’ in his brain as he watches you reach for the cereal.

“Don’t tell me..” A small amused smile grew on his lips.

“Shut it.”

“He left!”

“Wooyoung..” You turn around slowly with a nervous smile on your lips. For some reason, you felt ashamed that Wooyoung could see you like that. Knowing, little by little, those details about your relationship. Making your hatred for him only more powerful at this point. “I will make you eat all of your shirts, one by one, so you will finally have a fucking reason to walk around half naked, in MY apartment.”

“I don’t know why you’re getting mad at me babe. I’m not the one canceling plans on you~” He says nonchalantly before stepping inside the bathroom.

“I swear if he comes out with only a towel around his hips.. There will be a murder.” You mutter to yourself before getting your small breakfast ready.

But, maybe, Wooyoung wearing actual clothes inside of the apartment when it was just the two of you, was too much to ask. He once again comes out with his signature low hanging towel around his hips. His eyes lazily looking at the door he was closing behind him, while his other hand runs through his damp hair. At this point, it would be just dumb to ignore your obvious attraction to your ex. It can happen, being physically attracted to your ex. It’s only normal, right? There was nothing wrong with that, just as long as nothing was to happen between the two of us.

Before you know it, he is standing right in front of you, his eyes observing you. It feels like you should look away and ignore him, but there’s something. The way he slightly quirks his eyebrow, looking down at the small shorts and very light top you’re wearing. It felt comical to him that you would complain about him wearing so little when you were walking around looking like that. He slightly licks his lips, feeling himself twitch under his towel. As much as he was affected by the view, you hated to admit to yourself that you could feel yourself get wet. Your eyes naturally end up going down to his lips, then down further, letting his chest until—

“You’re staring dumdumb.” He hums lightly, pleased with the slight blush on your cheeks.

“Am not..” You turn around directly, going back to the fridge to put the milk back. As you’re about to step back to close the fridge, you feel his bareback press against your barely covered back. His arm resting on the door above yours and the other one reaching for the milk inside of the fridge.

“I need that.” He says lowly against your ear when you feel it.

Something poking you, against your thigh. You feel your throat tighten at the feeling of his hardening length against you. For a second, the both of you forget what you are to one another. You naturally press back as he softly pushes against you. After swallowing thickly and feeling a buzz between your legs you have not felt in a while, you snap back to reality. Pushing him away so you can step out of his arms that had you caged in.

“You could have waited for me to be out of the way.. Or ask me. I don’t know..” You mumble and he smiles a bit amused.

“It’s fine, I got it~” You nod barely acknowledging him before almost running back to your room. Pressing your back to the door the moment you close the door. Your cheeks were violently flushed red and it felt like you could finally get your breath back.

“What the fuuuck..” You whisper to yourself in a mix of pure panic and slight excitation. Why was your core buzzing so nicely? “Fuck.. fuck, fuck, noo..” Your hands rubbing your face, trying to maybe wake you up from whatever this was.

*Knock knock knock*

“Y/N? Are you ok?” A long sigh leaves your lips before deciding to blatantly lie.

“I don’t feel so good, please leave me alone.”

“Oh.. Ok, yeah.” He simply hums before you can hear him walking away.

For some reason, there was a slight pinching in your heart. It was guilt, that you knew for sure. But you were not sure if it was due to what happened by the fridge or due to the way you just pushed Wooyoung away.

Sadly, this heart pinch was far from going away and letting you live peacefully. Not when San cancelling on you was starting to get… more and more normal. It became a routine for him to come on Friday nights to, essentially, just have sex with you. Then, leave in the morning. Even letting you sleep on the side next to the wall so he did not wake you up as he left the bed. Every time leaving you with Wooyoung giving you questioning looks and slightly amused smiles.

This morning was no different. Once again, San had left earlier that morning, not even bothering to give a valid excuse as you watched him almost sneak out of your room. Now, you have to sit, eating your cereal in front of a smiling and shirtless Wooyoung. You instinctively roll your eyes, already ready for him to poke his nose where it doesn’t belong like he does best.

“How are things with San?”

“Good.” He hums simply in response instead of the usual teasing about how he never stays for the day after sleeping over. Insisting that it was just “weird”.

“What do you want to do today?”

“Excuse me what?”

“I don’t know, I’m just asking.. If you want to do something today. I mean, with San canceling on you again, you’re most likely free right?” He smiles at you and you clench your teeth together.

“If it’s for you to just stick your nose in my business and make fun of my relationship. I will pass, thank you..” You almost hiss at him, making him laugh.

“I don’t do that.” He scoffs and you can’t help but to roll your eyes. “I just thought why not. You know, because it’s my last week living here with you, so..” You raise an eyebrow at his comment.

That’s right, he was supposed to only stay for a month. It had felt like such a long time when he first told you, but now.. Weirdly enough, there’s a small part of you that wishes he could have stayed longer?

“We’re not friends like that..”

“No, but we’re still roommates. How about tonight I’ll make you dinner?” He raises an eyebrow and you end up pursing your lips together. Wooyoung knew just how much you loved it when he used to come over to cook for you.

“Well..”

“I have a grill, we can grill meat.” You could already feel yourself salivate.

“O-Ok fine.”

“Perfect! Then, I just have a few things to do this morning but, you’ll come with me to the store later today right?”

“Yeah su--”

*Knock Knock Knock*

The door knocks heavily, making you both turn your heads towards it. You look at Wooyoung and he gives you an interrogating look.

“You expecting someone?” You shake your head at his question.

“No, you?”

“Mhm.” He says no as he stands up to go open the door. The moment he turns the handle, the door flies open to a crying girl.

“Oh my god!! Wooyoung!!” She jumps into his arms, nuzzling her face into his naked torso.

Your heart clenches uncomfortably and your teeth clenches at the view. Any doubt of jealousy was out the window. You wish this girl could get off of Wooyoung this instant. The moment she looks up, you recognize her. She was the girl that had come over that one night when they were watching a movie.

“Wha--What’s wrong?” He asks furrowing his eyebrows.

“My roommate keeps on inviting her boyfriend over and just ugh. I’m so sick of it and--” She looks back up towards me before leaning into Wooyoung’s arms again. “Can we go to your room?” She whispers even though you could obviously hear her.

You instinctively roll your eyes as Wooyoung nods yes. She takes his hand in hers and takes him to his room. While she gives you an interesting look, Wooyoung mouths a small ‘sorry’ while being dragged by her. You purse your lips lightly in response. As much as this was annoying, now a bigger problem was arising. Seeing this girl hug Wooyoung, made your heart clench more than San’s new habit of coming over just for sex. Seeing your ex being hugged by a random girl was actually more hurtful than your own boyfriend’s weird behavior towards you. There was no more denying this to yourself now.

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rhenuvee · 3 years

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The Heart in You pt2 (Fred Weasley x reader)

Request: Could you do something along these lines? Love you soo much <3 your imagines make me happier. It would mean the world to me if you could do this!! Request: Could you write a Fred Weasley imagine where the reader is Fred's best friend but they never really show affection, they insult each other all the time and occasionally Fred flirts, teasingly. But Fred gets all nervous and goes soft when y/n is visiting their home since its so small and you know.. they're poor and stuff... thanks <3

Link to pt1: Here

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You were peacefully walking through the corridors, ready to spend a cozy Sunday afternoon being warm from the cold with your friends. It was quite surprising how little disturbance there was, as if you were in a scene in a movie.

That is, until you heard the sudden roars of laughter, clapping, and awe. You gritted your teeth- you knew that the peace was too good to be true. You decided to change your direction, hoping that this path would bring an end to this once and for all.

This was something you’ve been dealing with for the past week, and it’s been pissing you off. You found the source of the crowd of noise, seeing that it was coming from out in the courtyard. It was just as you expected.

“-and then there I was, cornered! Like a poor gazelle standing out in the open!” narrated a voice you knew too well. You stood watching from a distance with your arms folded, seeing as a specific redhead told a story you almost knew by heart by now.

Just as rehearsed for the past seven days a week, you saw the same dramatic gestures by none other than Fred Weasley. His stupid chocolate brown eyes which you couldn’t bother to look at, his stupid smile which you swore he had on 24/7- Although you had to admit, something even more stupid was the first and second years genuinely interested and believing in his anecdote.

“I almost died, but I stayed strong!” you facepalmed as he scrunched up his face way too dramatically. “She- the lion, sneaking up, ready to jump out and-”

“WEASLEY!” you yelled interrupting him, hearing enough of his crap. It seemed to scare some of the first and second years as they jumped and turned to see you.

“It’s the lion! Run!” shouted Fred. The kids yelled their lungs out and ran in all different directions all to get away from ‘the lion’. You marched your way to Fred, trudging your way towards him. You didn’t care about your shoes getting wet from the snow, all you cared about was slapping that smirk off his face.

“Yes?” he said rather casually from his spot, leaning against the wall.

“Yes? That’s all you have to say to the ferocious lion?” you asked incredulously. He chuckled.

“Actually, I do have something to say, though we may need a spell to translate between your roaring.” You scoffed at his terrible joke.

“I hate you.”

“We know that’s a lie, love.” You rolled your eyes. You knew that the reason the story started in the first place was because of that day you asked him to the yule ball. He tricked you, and his ego was just getting bigger.

“And what makes you think that?” you retorted.

“You’re the one who asked me to the ball, love.” he said scoffing. You mentally slapped yourself for having a question with an obvious answer. The term of endearment definitely didn’t help in trying to hide your embarrassment.

“I was drunk.” you replied quickly. Fred in turn laughed at your quick statement, causing you to laugh a little.

“Really? Then you should get drunk more often.”

“I think you’re drunk, gazelle.” you said poking his chest then turning to leave. Though, this didn’t stop him from hopping from his place and catching up with you.

“Am I now?” he asked pressing further.

“Yes Fred, bye.” you said as you were about to leave him and turn a corner.

“Alright, don’t miss me too much darling!”

“Fred!”

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“Hey (y/n)!” called someone from behind you. You stopped and turned to see George who was slowing down to stop near your spot.

“Hey George. What’s going on?”

“Are you doing anything this holiday?” he asked.

“Hm, probably just gonna go home for the break, same as every year... why?”

“I was wondering if you’d like to come to ours for Christmas.” Your eyes widened at his offer. You had never been to the burrow before.

“You don’t have to, but I know it would make a certain gazelle really happy.” he teased. You rolled your eyes.

“If it would make him happy, why couldn’t he ask me himself?”

“Well riddle me this, would a gazelle purposely perch itself out in the open where any predator- ow!” You playfully punched George in the arm, seeing as the story was starting to rub on him.

“Sorry- what I meant to say was, it would also make myself, Ginny and Ron really happy. You’re our best friend (y/n)... also, mum’s been asking for you as well.”

“Your mum? Asking about me?” you said shocked.

“You’ve been mentioned here and there.” he said casually. You bit your lip, trying to supress a smile. You were invited to the burrow, which you’ve heard only good things from Harry and Hermione.

“Alright, I’ll send an owl to my parents and ask them.” you said. He nodded with a grin, knowing his twin would be ecstatic to hear this.

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Your parents were a little surprised that you were going to spend the holidays at the burrow. They’ve never met the twins, just like how Arthur and Molly only heard a few things about you. Nonetheless, they were glad to see you so happy to be with your friends. On another note, you were very very nervous. Maybe it was because of seeing the rest of the Weasley family, but also for very stupid reasons.

“Oh (y/n), it’s so good to finally meet you dear! Come inside now!” You were welcomed by Molly herself, engulfing you in a tight and warm hug. You smiled, instantly relieved that Molly liked you enough to hug you.

“I’ve heard so many things about you.” she said maintaining a bright smile.

“And I’ve heard that you heard many things, all good I hope.” you said.

“Only the best.” she said swiping your cheek then turning to lead you deeper into the house. You walked in, and your eyes couldn’t help put to move left and right.

“(Y/n)!” You then saw Ginny appear, running as fast as she could down the stairs, then jumping and hugging you just like her mother did. You both squealed in excitement.

“Hey idiots! Your favourite person is here!” Ginny yelled calling for the twins.

“Ginny!” scolded Molly with her arms crossed. You giggled. You watched as the two tall figures stepped down to where you were.

“Well look who it is.” George said smirking and leaning in for a hug. Once you pulled away, you saw Fred, but you couldn’t help but notice something was weird about him.

“Hi.” he said curtly, but with a small smile.

“Hey...?” you greeted, letting your confusion be slightly present. He also went in for a hug, though it was a lot lighter than the ones you’ve received so far.

“Do you want any food?” asked Fred.

“Um sure.” you shrugged. You thought it was a little strange that Fred was being so ‘nice’ to you. I mean, like George said, would a gazelle let itself stand in the open and offer food for a predator? But you decided to brush the thought off, besides, you really ought to get that dumb story out of your head.

The first evening with the Weasley’s went well. You were able to meet the rest of the family as well as Harry and Hermione which you realized later that they were here. Molly’s cooking was delicious, and you were glad to be apart of the holiday gathering. You were glad that everyone was willing to welcome you, despite being new to the burrow.

It wasn’t until a couple hours after dinner, when it was late and you spotted Fred and George sitting on the couch, fiddling with what you expected was some of their future joke shop products.

“Hey.” you said heading over to sit with them. George smiled, then quickly jumped up to leave.

“I gotta go to the bathroom. See ya!” he said a bit too joyfully. I mean- tis the season, but one could not be that excited to go to the bathroom. You then scooched closer to Fred, and he noticed with a small grin.

“Hey you.” he said bringing his lanky arm to wrap around you and bring you even closer. You blushed at the extremely close proximity between you two, but if you were being honest, you didn’t mind one bit. This was secretly what you wanted, right?

You remembered the day you asked Fred to the yule ball quite clearly. After that incident, he was a huge ball of chaos and energy. You remember him skipping down halls, and how you had to chase him to shut up when he started the gazelle story.

And when the night of the ball finally arrived, you were a big bundle of nerves- and Fred was being a cocky little shit as usual... but aside from that, there were things he did that made you have the most fun you’ve ever had in your life. You didn’t forget how much he made you laugh and smile that night.

And now, you let the thought of his silence creep over again. He spoke and cracked jokes during dinner, but he was still quieter than you’ve experienced. You sat in the same silence as he seemed to be fixing a product.

“Fred...?” you said looking at him, a little surprised that your faces were closer than you expected.

“Hm?”

“Uh, are you okay?” you asked. You tried to ask it in the most subtle way possible. He only looked at you with an unreadable expression. The weirdest thing being that he had no witty comeback, or any line to start your typical banter.

“Yeah.” he said giving a closed mouthed smile again, then looking back at the joke products. Jeez, why did boys have to be so hard to read? To you at least.

“I just, ‘m surprised you accepted when George invited you here.” he muttered, but you heard it loud and clear.

“And why would you be surprised?” You didn’t know what to feel. His head pointed downwards- suddenly this moment felt really familiar. You were a bit skeptical if you were being truthful. After a long pause, he suddenly chuckled awkwardly to himself and sat up, leaned back until his head was tilted back on the top edge of the couch.

“I’m mad for you.” he said shifting himself so that his head was still tilted back but facing you. All your jumbling thoughts couldn’t force itself out of your mouth. You just sat there, your eyes bulging out of your head, and mouth in an o shape.

“W-what?” you managed to say. Now you were very very skeptical of what was to happen. You do not want to be tricked by him again, and leave you a blushing mess.

“I’m mad for you- do you need me to spell it out?” he asked. With the dim lighting you couldn’t see the slight flush of red on his cheeks. He brought his hand to cover his eyes, still showing his lips which were curved up in a flustered smile.

“I- are you being serious?” you asked in confirmation.

“Am I- yes I am (y/n), I’m mad for you. I said it three times, now you gotta believe me.” he said taking away the hand covering his face. You didn’t even try to hide the pink tinting your face. You shook your head, not knowing what to say.

“You still don’t believe me do you.” he deadpanned. You didn’t answer to that. He chuckled, already knowing your answer. In one swift motion, he cupped your cheek with his hand and brought you in closer for a kiss. You closed your eyes as his lips pressed against and moved in sync with yours.

You moved so that you were able to put both your hands on his shoulders to bring him closer. You could feel the hum from his lips when he heard you let out a little noise. Both of you were speechless blushing messes once you pulled away with the ‘smooch’ sound.

“Believe me now?” he said in almost a whisper. You nodded frantically, earning a smirk from Fred, as well as a beckoning gesture to ask you to cuddle next to him. You followed, snuggling up to his side, resting your head on his shoulder.

...

“I always knew you had a heart in you.”

...

“Excuse me?”

You tried burying your head further inwards, as you attempted to stifle your giggles about to erupt. Yes, you really did just pull that card on Fred Weasley.

“What did you just say?” asked Fred ducking his head to your level, trying to get a glimpse of what he hoped did not just come out of your mouth.

“Nothing!”

“You did not say nothing, princess.” he said trying to pry your hands clutching your face as you finally gave in and let out your laughter. You made the split second decision to bolt out of the living room and into the dining room to run away. Fred of course had no problem running after you.

You were both giggly as heck as you both circled the dining table, which happened to be the only thing protecting you.

“Take it back!’

“No!”

And once you said that, he made a dash for the tight corner and was able to capture you from behind. You squirmed with your legs kicking out as he held you tightly and swung you in a circle.

“Take it back!” he said in your ear.

“I won’t! This is what you get Weasley.”

“What I get? For what?”

“For...-” You realized then that if you said the reason, he would know that he was the reason you got flustered in the first place.

“What? Am I too handsome for you?” he asked as he placed you down, but still pinned you to the counter.

“In your dreams!”

“And in real life too.”

“Ugh, you’re so annoying.” you huffed crossing your arms. However, your attempt at trying not to smile failed horribly when you turned your head away from him.

“That means I won, princess.” he said smirking and tilting your head back to face him.

“Oh shut up Fred, you-”

“Make me shut up-”

“Whoa whoa whoa!” You and Fred both jumped when you saw George and Ginny intrude. And worse, when you were both getting riled up at each other.

“There will be no ‘make me shut up’ in this house.” said George mockingly as Ginny stood next to him laughing. You deadpanned at Ginny clearly not helping the situation.

“You’re not going to encourage them? It’s about time.” said Ginny.

“Gin, if you knew me, you’d know that I’m not even surprised.” replied George sarcastically.

“Oh sod off, both of you. Bein’ two creeps.” said Fred shooing them away. George and Ginny gave each other a knowing look and did as told. Fred then immediately turned back to focusing on you.

“So, what were you thinking on making me shut up?”

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since0202 · 3 years

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Chapter 6: Study-hard

It had been a couple of weeks since the tribal gathering, but Grace had been slammed with finals prep before the winter break. There was at least one downside to stacking all of those AP classes and that was the massive amount of work it took to pass her finals and finish her term papers in time.

Jacob had tried to call her a few times over the first week, but she had been so swamped that she had had to decline the calls that Charlie had answered while she was hunkered down in her bedroom sifting through notes and furiously typing on the desktop.

Bella was making her way through a load of work she hadn’t gotten to since the incident, but she was by no means rushing. All of the air had gone out from her, and in her deflated state, school work was the last of her worries. She’d been putting in more hours at Newton’s store lately, probably to stay out of the house and out from under Charlie’s worried stare.

Grace pulled Bella into her study circle so they could bounce productively off one another and they spent most days after school in the library or upstairs in their room together.

Two weeks after the tribal council meeting, Charlie knocked on their partially opened bedroom door, holding the cordless phone in his hand with a sigh. It was Sunday night and Grace was in the study zone. She glanced up quickly before turning her eyes back to the computer. Her hair was held up by a single pencil in a loose, curled bun. She was wearing wide black framed glasses and a dark green Westmoore High sweatshirt and thick white sweatpants. She had layered the necklace elder Ti’hal had given her the night of the tribal council meeting so that it ringed three strands around her neck and held the black stone just at her collarbone. Jacob’s bracelet was wrapped firmly around her wrist and she played with the loose ends every now and then.

“Tell him I’ll call him back,” she said softly, pouring over a textbook next to her. Charlie held the receiver to his ear.

“Jake, she-” he paused for a minute, “Alright, hold on.” he turned back to Grace, “He says you said that last time and the time before that and the time before that. He’s not taking no for an answer.”

Grace sighed, irritated and held her hand out. Charlie stepped forward and handed it over with a sigh of relief.

“No.” Grace said into the receiver. Charlie did a double take and turned to look at her. She held the phone back out to Charlie. She could hear loud protesting from Jake and stifled a giggle. She wasn’t trying to make him mad or stress him out, but at this moment, school came first.

Grace shook the receiver at Charlie who grabbed it back with a grumble and held the phone to his ear. In the background, Bella let out a chuckle. Charlie’s eyes lit up with surprise at the tinkling sound coming from Bella. She shook her head smiling and turned back to her work.

“Yeah, Jake, no. She’ll have to call you back.” Charlie said over the protest. “It’s finals Jake, they’ll be done in a week. Okay, okay. Yeah, okay.” Charlie trailed off down the hallway trying to talk Jake down and Grace fell back into her work. She could hear a muffled conversation going on downstairs for the next couple of minutes but paid no mind.

The next few days it was quiet from Jacob. Maybe he had gotten the message finally. She was enjoying spending some time with Bella. While she wasn’t her normal self by any means, her quiet company was comforting to Grace and allowed her to focus.

On Wednesday, Bella skipped out early on their study session for her shift at Newton’s, leaving Grace on her own to study under the warm glow of her desk lamp. She put her over ear headphones on and listened to her tried and true study playlist, making headway. She lost all track of time but the early descending darkness was deceiving. It must have been no later than 7pm, but the sky made it look like it was midnight.

It was then that Grace was startled and let out a gasp as she saw a hoodie-clad Jake climbing clumsily through her window and knocking over the huge stack of books on her nightstand. He was already through the window and standing up when Grace hurriedly whispered “Jake what the hell!”

“Grace?” Charlie called from downstairs. Always the in-tune police chief.

“I’m fine! Just knocked over some books.” She called out her door before quietly shutting it. While this was still just Jacob, she was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to be climbing through her window on a school night in the pitch black.

“Sorry,” Jake whispered with a jerking shrug of his shoulders. He bent to scoop up the books with his broad hands and placed them haphazardly back on her nightstand. He turned to look at her and her face was still one of shock, mouth hanging open, speechless.

“What was I supposed to do?! You haven’t been returning my calls, you haven’t been down to the rez-” Jacob said hurriedly above a whisper.

“SHHH!” Grace’s eyes widened as she rushed up to him and clamped a small hand over his mouth. His skin was extraordinarily warm. Had he gotten taller? He was a good half a foot taller than her at her admirable 5’8”, but still. Even the cut of his jaw felt stronger. She blushed ever so slightly.

“Do you want me to get in trouble? I’m like 1000% sure you’re not supposed to be in here right now.” She looked at him expectantly to answer, but realized after he raised his eyebrows and pointed at his still covered mouth that he couldn’t. She lowered her hand but had it at the ready.

“I’m sorry, I was just worried and it’s Charlie. He’s not going to care.” Jacob whispered.

“Okay, there’s a big difference between Jacob, downstairs, in the light of day, and a boy with mysterious motives in my bedroom at night behind a closed door,” Grace hissed.

“To be fair, you closed the door,” Jacob countered. Grace groaned.

“Jacob!”

“What does he think we’re going to do!?” Jacob shot back. A tense, awkward silence fell between them and all at once Grace didn’t want to answer that question. She blushed profusely and saw a little color rise to Jacob’s face as well. She took a step back from him and returned to her chair.

“Jacob, you should go. I really am studying. I have two term papers due this Friday, an exam tomorrow, and three more next week. Then I’m done and we can hang out over winter break. I promise.” She pulled her leg up under her and propped herself up over her books. Jacob sunk to her bed and leaned back against it, discarding his shoes. “Okay, that’s the opposite of leaving.”

“We can hang out now, I won’t bother you, I’ll just read one of these intensely thick books and stay quiet and you can just...do your thing.” He shrugged and grabbed “A Picture of Dorian Gray” from the stack and cracked it open. Grace let out a huff and turned back to her work.

He kept his word. For the next hour as Grace meticulously wrote out additional flash cards and flipped through notes and highlighted extra snippets of information, he stayed quiet. His soft breathing became her background and she relied on it’s even, steady rhythm to guide her. She felt warm. She felt happy.

After the hour, she gathered her flashcards up and climbed out of her chair and onto the end of the bed pushing Jake’s legs aside.

“Okay, quiz me.” she set the flash cards before him and he sat up eager to please, pulling the cards toward him and discarding the book.

“Okay, Grace Study-hard Alo-”

“Not my middle name, but okay,” she interjected.

“Let’s see what you got.” He cleared his throat and Grace laughed. “What was the Enlightenment?” His voice took on the lilt of poorly practiced game show host.

“The rebirth of intellectual thought and philosophy and it complemented the Scientific Revolution that focused on the hard sciences.”

“Very good, extra credit.”

“That’s not-”

“Next question! How were the works of Ancient Greece and Rome preserved?”

“Monks made dedicated copies that they created by hand. However, in hand copying, there could be altering of ideas, thoughts, and practices.”

“That would suck to have to write that all by hand.”

“Jake,” Grace protested.

“Okay okay!” he cleared his throat again.

As they worked through the entirety of her flashcards, Jake cracked jokes that made Grace peal with laughter despite her best efforts to stay serious. She got most of them right and once they finished, Jacob gave out an exaggerated breath of exhaustion and flopped back onto the bed. Grace sat up next to him at the top of her bed, while he relaxed on her pillows, one arm up under his head. He peered up at her as she worked her way through the cards she didn’t remember and made some edits.

“How do you remember all this stuff?” Jacob asked curiously. At this point Charlie had probably gone to bed and Bella would be home soon. Grace wasn’t worried about speaking in a whisper now.

She shrugged. “I don’t know, it’s just weird information that gets stuck there. It’s on a need to know basis, I guess. And I need to know this stuff right now, so it just stays there.”

“You’re gonna do great,” Jacob said, yawning some and letting his eyes close. Grace yawned in return and slumped down a little on her bed next to him so that she was half sitting, half laying down.

Grace spoke under breath, quizzing herself as Jacob’s even breath slowed. Grace hadn’t realized that she too fell asleep until low light creeped through her window in the early morning hours. She stirred some and realized her desk lamp had been turned off. She looked over at Bella’s bed and saw her sleeping there peacefully, for once. When Grace turned over, she softly gasped as she came face to face with Jacob’s sleeping form.

He was facing her, an arm draped over her waist and a slice of black hair fell over his sleeping face. As he exhaled softly, she could see his lips parted ever so slightly. She felt a squeeze in her heart as she brushed the swath of hair away from his face. Grace let herself stare at him peaceful like this for just a moment longer before she sat up and gently shook his shoulder.

“Jake...Jake wake up,” he groaned softly and pulled at her waist trying to bring her back down and press her to him but she pried his hand off from around her and shook him harder. “Jake wake up. We fell asleep, Billy’s probably worried sick about you.”

Jacob’s dark eyes opened, and Grace didn’t think she’d ever seen anything so beautiful before in her life. “Grace?” he yawned. “What time is it?”

“It’s like 5:30 in the morning. You should go.” She shot a look over to Bella’s stirring form.

“Okay.” he whispered back and slowly hauled himself from her bed and put on his boots.

“You’re not climbing back out the window, come on.” Once he was upright, she crawled out of her bed, took his hand and guided him to the door. She cracked it open and peered out and around to check that the coast was clear. Jacob stood half awake behind her, but was seemingly awake enough to interlace his fingers with her, a way of bringing her closer. She gently pulled him out into hall once she was satisfied with the silence and padded softly down the stairs and to the front the door. When she pulled it open, the cold air rushed over her and Jacob quickly perked up, he crossed the threshold still holding her hand and let it go only at the last moment when he said,

“Good luck on your test today. I’ll see you soon?” He gave her a soft, teasing smile.

“Yes, very soon, I promise. But Jacob, you can’t sleep over like that again, we’re gonna get in trouble.” Grace warned, crossing her arms tightly in front of her to keep warm.

Jake let out a guffaw nodded, and stepped toward her, taking her off guard before quickly kissing the top of her head. Before she realized what had happened, he was jogging down the front steps and off toward the Rabbit. Grace stood planted in place, glued to the spot by the effortless affection bestowed upon her. What was that? Jacob was her best friend, but did this mean something different?

Suddenly, she was overcome with exhaustion and closed the door quietly before bolting quietly up to her room and under the covers. The sheets still held onto his soft, warm, scent that was a mix of fir trees, spice, and crisp sea air. She fell asleep, crushing the pillow he had slept on to her and woke up an hour later to bright sunshine. When she sat up and felt the bed around her, it dawned on her that she had had a boy in her bed. Not just any boy, but Jacob Black. She put her face in her hands and shook her head back and forth, not sure how to feel.

Bella was up, but hadn’t crawled out of bed and was peering out at the sun with eyes clouded in gloom. Sunny days were two parts hard, one part easy for Bella. It was the most realistic day that she would have spent without Edward normally and that brought her comfort. But on the other hand it only accentuated his absence.

“Bella?” Grace called from her bed. Bella slowly turned to her and gave her a smile.

“Was Jake here last night?” she asked nonchalantly as if she had a boy in her room at night all the time like it was no big deal.

“Uh, yeah.” Grace squirmed, “He barged in and then stayed to help me study and we kind of fell asleep.” Bella just nodded her head appreciatively and got up to go to the bathroom. Before she left the room, Grace said hurriedly:

“Don’t tell Charlie.”

“Of course.” Bella confirmed as if this was the most obvious answer in the world.

#twilight #twilightfanfic #fanfiction #jacobxoc #the cullens #edward cullen #new moon #bella swan #jacob black #the pack #a monster lives here

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he won’t know (m) 02

➔ summary: after an unforgivable weekend at Jimin’s summer house, you come home and decide to set things right, you wish you hadn’t.

➔ pairing: Jungkook X Reader

➔ genre: cheating!au, smut (not this chapter tho), lots of angst.

➔ warnings: sexual harassment (please refrain from reading if this is a trigger), lots of angsty scenes, reader cries so much:(( protect her, mature language, degrading, a lot of inner-conflict my gOD, jungoo is a soft idiot.

➔ wordcount: 9k

➔ notes: If you haven’t read the first part, then please make sure to do so otherwise the story won’t make sense!

part 1 part 2, part 3 (final)

Sunday, 07:36 AM

You swear you had never bolted out of a bed as fast as you did the morning after, which wasn’t like you since you always enjoyed staying in under the sheets a few hours more than necessary, especially because this was the perfect opportunity to get a little extra shut-eye.

But when you fluttered your eyes open the next morning, only to find yourself wrapping your naked body around another’s – you couldn’t even begin to explain the adrenaline rush that had coursed through your body.

It felt as if Satan had visited the room with a flick of fire from hell on his finger, and scratched it along the naked spine of your back.

Faster than a prey being chased by a predator, you grabbed your shirt that had been thrown to a far corner of the room the previous night. Along with your panties, you threw on all clothing items swiftly yet quietly in attempt to not wake the boy sleeping soundly on the master bedroom’s bed.

You stopped wrestling through your shirt when you caught a glimpse of his ruffled hair peaking throw the duvet. You walked to the side of the bed, seeing him sleeping peacefully. Subconsciously a warm smile threatened to twitch on the sides of your lips.

His eyes were gently closed, letting his dark lashes lay perfectly just above his cheekbone. His lips were cutely pouting, slightly chapped but you found it adorable. His shoulders were rising and falling slowly indicating he was taking small gentle breaths. He looked so peaceful, so warm.

In an ideal world – you would’ve crawled into bed with him and wrapped your cold form around his, in attempt to warm yourself up while nuzzling your nose into his neck. But this wasn’t an ideal world. This was your reality, and things were different whether you liked it or not.

You made your way to the door; slowly opening it you scanned the halls making sure they were empty. The lord was on your side today, having marked the hallway completely clean from any trace of your friends. You sighed lowly in relief as you quickly tiptoed back to Jimin’s room you had supposedly shared with Mina.

Mina…

“Fuck,” you had completely forgotten about the possibility of your best friend noticing the lack of your presence throughout the night. You stood just outside the door with your nose a few breathes away from the finely carved wood while looking up at the ceiling, silently praying that you would open the door, only to find your best friend asleep on the bed.

Your sweaty palm turned the knob gently as you made an attempt to peak your head through the opening of the door you had just created.

You saw an outline on top of the sheets of what looked like a spread out body, you couldn’t see her face but you saw locks of hair hanging down the edge of the bed. Once again you sighed before stepping into the room completely as you gently shut the door behind you.

“Where the hell have you been?”

Your feet sprung from the ground as if hot lava was under them, “Christ, Mina!” You whisper-yelled placing your hand over you chest to see if your heart was still where it was supposed to be. You took a moment to collect yourself before looking up at the girl who had now sat up on the bed, back leaning against the headboard of the bed with her arms crossed, awaiting an explanation from none other than you.

“You just made my heart drop to my ass, you know that?” you huffed while rubbing your chest, trying to ease your increased heartbeat.

“Then you know how I felt when I woke up this morning to see you weren’t there, where in the world were you, woman?” she tapped her index finger that was placed over her right bicep.

“I was—uhh…”

Getting dicked down by Jungkook the entire night.

“Out for a walk! Yeah!” you exclaimed happily, you coughed awkwardly when you noticed her eyes squint in suspicion. Only by then had you realized how made-up your tone made the statement sound.

“I-I mean—I was out for a walk, you know, fresh air and… stuff,” you casually leaned against the door behind you, blowing the lock of hair in front of your hair to give you that chill, laidback image, while you calmly held eye contact with the unconvinced friend in front of you.

Her eyes left yours, scanning you from top to bottom. You saw her eyebrow raise in confusion, you mirrored her action unaware of her state of puzzlement.

“Dressed like that?” your cool left you face, you stood up straight on both feet, tilting your head down to scan your clothes, when you realized. You were barely wearing any.

“What’s wrong with what I put on?” you pouted a fake pout, acting completely oblivious about the fact that you were basically half naked as you spoke.

“‘What I put on,’” she mimicked you, “Y/N, the catch here is that you barely have anything on!” she wasn’t wrong, you stood in front of her solely wearing an oversized t-shirt along with a pair of very petite panties that covered just enough to maintain your dignity.

You sighed in defeat not knowing how to properly tell her the truth, “I understand if you don’t want to talk about it, but at least don’t lie to me,” she uncrossed her arms in sync with her facial expressions beginning to soften.

“Yeah, you’re right. I know you are,” you started, “I just don’t know how to tell you without sounding like a complete jerk.”

Did you regret it? You didn’t know, but you knew you felt guilty. Not because you cheated – well that too – but because you actually had to dig deep to find any form of moral regret. You felt bad because you hardly felt guilty.

Or maybe you just hadn’t wrapped your head about what had happened yet, you hadn’t even been awake for a full hour, and you knew for a fact you needed more than that to give it some proper thought and wrap your head around it.

“I want to talk to you about it, I just need to process some stuff before I let you in on this whole mess,” you cracked your knuckles as you spoke, a habit that had grown on you every time you grew nervous or even slightly uncomfortable. “I just… I want to understand the situation,” you wanted to understand your feelings.

You looked up only to see Mina’s face soften with slight concern, “is it that bad?” she tilted her head, “n-no—well, yes… I don’t—I don’t know?” you shrugged defeated. “It’s – it’s just very fresh and I-“

She held out a hand in front of her, “you don’t need to explain yourself to me, at least not yet,” the edges of her lips curved up softly, forming a smile, “come to me when you’re ready to talk about it, take all the time you need.” Mina’s kind words only made you sigh in relief. You truly could not express how grateful you were to have gained such an understanding and patient friend like Mina.

You nodded, running your hand through your hair only to grimace at the oily feeling of your locks, “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

“Yeah please do, you stink.” She pinched her nostrils shut with her thumb and index finger, “I can smell you all the way from here,” she waved the air in front of her, playfully. You too a quick whiff at your armpits, “it’s not that bad…” you pouted.

–

Wrapping the towel around your frame, you exited the shower while rubbing another towel in your hair trying your best to dry it. You scanned the room quickly seeing that you were alone. Strolling over to the mirror to get a better look at yourself, you flipped your hair to your other shoulder wanting to dry your hair from a new angle.

“WHAT THE FUC-“ you slapped your hand over your mouth only to remove it again seconds later, you rubbed your eyes, internally praying that your eyes were playing some kind of sick joke on you.

You traced your fingers over the reddish-purple like bruises that had been painted generously across your neck, “no, no, no, no!” you tried rubbing it away as if it was some prank someone had pulled on you and that there was no other explanation to the hickeys smeared all over your neck. Though it only resulted in you hissing from the pressure you had applied to the sore skin.

You ran to your bag, rummaging for your makeup bag to desperately pull out the concealer to cover up the marks. When spotting the tube, you raised it up in the air as if you had made a marvellous discovery. Jerking the applier in and out of the tube you heard a sudden knock on the door. You looked at the door in horror.

“Just a second!”

You turned your gaze back to the mirror hurriedly applying the liquid over your necking, blending it in to look as natural as possible. “What kind of blood-sucking leech–” you whispered aggressively to yourself when you saw the kiss marks still very noticeable. You could have done better applying it but time was against you, so you spread your hair in front of you to cover up as much of it as you could, fluffing it out.

“Come in!” You said to whoever was behind the door. You saw the knob of the door twist and open, revealing Jimin sticking his head in with a bright smile. “Morning, Y/N,” he entered the room completely, “breakfast is ready,” you smiled forcefully, “who’s cooking?”

“Jin, as always, anybody else would burn the kitchen down,” you giggled at his comment, “perfect, ‘cause a bitch is hungry,” you pointed dramatically at yourself which only led him to smile even brighter, he extended his hand out for you to take it, and you gladly did so.

You both walked down to the kitchen to see that most of your friends were already present by the kitchen bar table.

“Good morning,” you exclaimed kindly, they all greeted you back, “what are we having,” you licked your lips, clapping your hands excitedly at the smell of the goods while hovering over Jin’s shoulder to get a peak of what he was cooking, “there’s French toast, omelet, bacon, bread and spreads of course.” He explained.

“Oh! There are also fruits like strawberry, blueberry and raspberry in the fridge if you’d like some. So a little bit of everything,” you let out a pleased hum, turning over to the bar table where the cutlery and plates were placed.

Heaven, is that you?

“Where’s the rest of the gang?” you asked hovering over the French toast to pick up a couple of pieces.

Yoongi wiped his mouth with some paper towel before looking at you, “Hoseok went with Namjoon to the grocery store to buy some milk and orange juice,” you felt your throat burning from the name you felt on the tip of your tongue, “and Jungkook?”

“He’s out for a morning jog, he’ll be back in a few, at least that’s what he said,” you nodded while seating yourself between Taehyung and Mina.

You grabbed a plate and started to grab bits of everything, assembling the food nicely on your plate, “someone’s hungry,” Taehyung snickered playfully as he watched you fill every corner of your plate. You rolled your eyes followed by a flick to his forehead, you had quite the appetite, you couldn’t help it.

“Yesterday was exhausting, I need to fuel my body,” you justified yourself and grabbed a fork and knife. “What did you do yesterday since you’re left so famished,” You gulped, cutting the toast on your plate with your knife, with little more pressure than necessary.

“S-swimming, obviously,” you felt the palms of your hands start to break a sweat. Before anyone else could comment, the doorknob to the main door jiggled loudly, followed by three figures entering the room.

“Honey, I’m home!” Hoseok had his hands cupped around his mouth, a bright smile plastered on his lips. Behind him stood two tall frames. Jungkook and Namjoon panting behind Hoseok from the weight of the grocery bags they were carrying. The youngest was panting slightly heavier than the rest, you had assumed it was from the jog.

“I sent you to buy milk and juice not the whole store!” Jin clapped his hands on the side of his hips annoyed. Namjoon smiled innocently, “If it makes you feel better, half of this stuff was on discount.”

They walked over to the kitchen counter, placing the heavy bags filled with goods on the marble surface. The youngest made his way out of the kitchen, while Namjoon and Hoseok comfortably joined the rest of the group at the table, “you not gonna eat?” Yoongi asked with his mouth stuffed with berries.

“I’m gonna take a shower, don’t wait for me,” Jungkook announced before speed-walking up the stairs. You couldn’t help but feel uneasy at how he didn’t spare you a single glance from the moment he stepped in.

–

After breakfast you were left to dry the dishes. Everyone had helped clean up and now you were simply doing your part of the chore, “sure you don’t need help?” Taehyung asked nicely for the umpteenth time

“Yes Tae, I’m sure. Thank you though,” you smiled at him sweetly and he returned the gesture before running off to wherever, leaving you alone in the kitchen with a stack of dirty dishes that needed to be cleaned.

You turned your focus back to the plates that needed to dry. Rubbing circular motions of the fine white porcelain with the sky blue towel.

“Wow… you don’t even smile at me that way,” you almost dropped the plate then and there before snapping your head toward the all too familiar voice – Jungkook entered the kitchen with a towel hanging around his neck, a white t-shirt that was stained with a few droplets of water dripping from his hair. You subconsciously gulped the thick spit that had gathered at the back of your throat, fist tightening on the plate at the sight of wet spots sticking to his solid frame.

Without a word you fixed your gaze back at the plate in your hand and continued to wipe the already dry platter, you tried to convince yourself that your palms weren’t sweating, but that they were wet from the beads of water on the plate.

You heard footsteps approach you, “why are you ignoring me, angel?” your toes curled at his calm and collected tone, “don’t call me that,” you chimed firmly. You weren’t looking at him but you saw him tilt his head to the side, he leaned against the counter, which you were sternly facing.

“You liked it yesterday,” you shivered when you felt him brush your hair out of the way, exposing your neck to him. He frowned at the layer of concealer on your skin, anything but the logical answer raced through his mind: why did you cover his marks? Did you regret everything? Were you ashamed? Were you disgusted when seeing the marks in the mirror?

“Why’d you cover them up?” his voice shifted into an unknown tone. A tone you’d heard before, but still – you couldn’t put a label on. He could switch so easily around you; one moment a confident smirk was plastered across his lips, subtly getting on your nerves, and the next he would look so fragile, so insecure, as if you could blow a breath of air his way and he would collapse.

His fingers travelled across the covered red and purple shades on your neck, rubbing off the makeup with his thumb gently, but you only pushed his hand away with a hiss from the applied pressure on the bruise, “I don’t want people to see,” you sighed as if the answer wasn’t the most obvious thing in the world – which, frankly, it was.

“Can I give you more?” You sat the plate down on the pile of porcelain, “what?” you turned around to face him completely, sure you had heard him incorrectly, “I want to mark your skin up some more… will you let me, angel?”

You felt weak to your knees, if your hand hadn’t been on the counter you would’ve fallen on your face for sure. You looked in his eyes for any sign of sike-bitch-you-thought, but you all you saw was hope – hope that you might let him touch you again.

You wanted to slap yourself in that moment. His duality was driving you to the brink of insanity. His eyes were so gentle, so big and doe, god you felt like crying, but his words contradicted his facial expression completely.

You couldn’t bring yourself to utter a word; any trace of your voice at the back of your throat was gone. You stood there, in front of the beautiful boy completely lost in his eyes that held the universe.

You wondered – when stars die, are they reborn in his eyes?

When you didn’t answer, he placed a tender kiss on the curve of your jaw, testing the waters. He knew this could go either way – you’d either slap him across the face and proceed to bolt out of the kitchen screaming, or you’d let him.

He pulled back shivering, seeking for any sort of hint that you wanted him to resume. But all he saw was your closed eyes. Your eyes were so tightly shut it looked like his lips had stung you. He pouted; did you still not feel safe with him?

Forcefully brushing the thought out of his mind, his fingers began to travel up your arms, stimulating every fine hair he’d touch to stand up on its own. Though you never saw, his eyes never left you.

He cupped your jaw with both hands, holding you as if you were the most fragile thing in the world. You flinched when you felt a pair of soft rosebud-like lips right under your eye – peck – the bridge of your nose – peck – the tip of your nose – peck.

Your closed eyes softened, slowly opening them up letting your blurry vision adjust to the exposure of light. A relaxed exhale left your lips at the meeting of his eyes.

He damn near melted at the docility in your orbs, you were looking at him so sweetly, so gently.

What he wouldn’t give to have you look at him like this all the time.

He leaned in closer to your face, eyes fixated on your parted lips. You held your breath thinking he was going to kiss you – well he did, but he kissed your chin. Leaving you to have intuitively puckered your soft lips right above his upper lips. His dramatically defined cupids bow barely brushing against your bottom lips.

You had to force yourself from sinking your lips down to his.

He pulled away with a sigh, smiling gently, but you could see it was enforced. He turned around making his way out of the kitchen.

You wanted to stop him, but you knew it’d be for the best to let him leave. Still you stood there, facing the entrance of the kitchen perplexed.

–

Monday 06:16 PM

The weekend was now over, and so was the small break at the beach house. You were now back at your dorm, sat at your desk hitting the books – quite literally – you slapped your fist on and unknown page of the book, frustrated at your lack of concentration.

A line of curses left you mouth, rubbing your hands aggressively against your face in efforts to slap the procrastination out of your system.

Once you got back from the beach house, you immediately rushed to your shared dorm room with Mina, while she had left shortly after to visit Jimin at his dorm, you dug through your pile of school books to find something – anything, that would take your mind of off this weekend.

You sat with your mathematics book, opened up to the chapter about calculus and analytic geometry. You spent the last 45 minutes or so reading over the same sentence talking about how calculus is used to improve architecture, not only buildings, but also bridges and such. Or something along those lines, Ugh!

Finally, you came to the conclusion that this was absolutely useless, so you closed the book and jumped onto your bed. Reaching over to your nightstand to grab your phone, you pressed the button on the side to light up the previously black screen with traces of unread messages.

-1h ago

Jaehyun <3: hey princess

Jaehyun <3: can you come over?

Your stomach curled in an unknown way. Guilt hitting you like a ton of bricks all at once, fuck. You rose from the bed; leaving the phone on your pillow only to look down on it as if it was the ugliest thing you’d ever laid your eyes on.

You covered your mouth with a hand as the other pointed to the phone like it was a maleficent device. You felt your eyes begin to sting with fresh tears. It hit you – It finally fucking hit you. You cheated.

You felt overwhelmed with emotions, all the sentiments written down in the book washed over you to the point where you felt like you were going to burst. Infamy covered every inch of your body – how could you do this?

You felt ashamed, embarrassed of yourself. Not because you were afraid to hurt someone’s feelings, but because this wasn’t you – this wasn’t what you believed in. Cheating was never something you believed in. If you stood by that statement then how could you have let this happen?

How could you let the devil in the form of man tempt you this way? Cajole you to throw away what you believed in for the sake of – of what? God, you didn’t even know.

You didn’t want to admit that you had been selfish enough to carelessly give yourself to Jungkook, while your heart was supposed to belong to someone else.

Someone else, who you were supposed to dedicate all your faith to, all your loyalty, and you couldn’t even do that. How were you supposed to trust yourself if you couldn’t let yourself stay true to one person.

You threw it away – this relationship – you shoved it down the drain, and for what?

Jungkook.

Jeon fucking Jungkook.

The spawn of Lucifer himself. All of your sadness and shame slowly turned into anger. You hated him, you hated Jungkook. He seduced you, and you let him.

Did he do it on purpose? Was he trying to fuck up your life, your relationship? Your faith in yourself? You convinced yourself that this was his plan, that he wanted you to feel like this all along. What other explanation could there have been?

You never exchanged more than two – three on a good day – sentences with the boy, until Saturday. You never spoke to him properly, and he never approached you, until Saturday. He never showed any form of interested in you, Christ – you thought he hated you. You were never sure, until now.

He wanted to fuck up your life, that’s why he did it. Yes, that’s why. There was no other possible explanation to this, but why did he want to ruin everything for you? Did he actually hate your guts so much? You had never done anything to him, at least not of your knowledge. As mentioned, you barely spoke to him at all.

You tried to convince yourself you wanted him to hate you, and you almost believed.

Almost.

It would make things so much easier: You could reciprocate his hate, never speak of the night you two shared together, and then proceed to never speak to one another.

You sat yourself back on your bed with your hands aggressively running through your hair. Looking down at your thighs you saw a wet stain. You wiped your eyes not realizing you had been crying.

“Shit, I forgot my – Y/N?” snapping your head up to the source of the voice you automatically put on a fake smile, forgetting about the contradicting tears streaming down your face, “h-hey.”

She shook her head entering the dorm room completely, shutting the door behind her, “no, Y/N. You don’t give me that shit,” she fell onto the bed with you, wrapping her arms around you in which you immediately accepted.

You couldn’t stop it. Your tears were flowing freely now, low sobs were heard from you whilst your best friend was rubbing her palm in circular motion on your back in attempts to comfort you.

She didn’t speak, and you were thankful for that. All you could do was quietly sob on her shoulder, dampening her pink woollen sweater with your tears, but she didn’t care.

Once you finally calmed down, Mina pulled away, her hands still rubbing up and down along your arms, “is it really that bad?” Her words only made fresh tears dwell under your eyelashes – you instantly saw the regret in her face from asking, but you shook your head trying to communicate; It’s okay.

Rubbing on your already red nose, you sniffled before taking in a deep breath.

“Who’s bed do I need to shit on?” For the first time in a while, you giggled genuinely. God, you were thankful to have her.

“You seriously don’t need to tell me what’s going on but –“ you shook your head, “n-no, no I think it would be nice to let it out to someone.” Her gaze softened.

You lifted your feet from the edge of the bed, turning to her completely and folded you legs comfortably. Mina mirrored your action.

How were you going to tell her? Fuck, she would be so disappointed in you, wouldn’t she? Sure she had always secretly paired you and Jungkook together but certainly this wasn’t what she was thinking. Deciding there was no way to sugarcoat it, you told yourself the best option was to be straightforward.

“I cheated on Jaehyun.” You exhaled, not realizing you had been holding your breath in the first place.

“With, uhm.” You exhaled, “with Jungkook,” her eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her skull, neck leaned forward. Not sure she had heard you correctly and surprised ‘what now?’ left her throat.

You couldn’t bare to say it again, so you simply hid your face behind your hands as your head sunk low. You jumped at the feeling of her arms wrapping themselves around you, squeezing you comfortably.

“And you’re beating yourself up because of it I’m guessing?” you pulled away looking at her, “how could I not?!” her eyebrows furrowed melancholically at your glossy eyes, “I cheated! I fucking cheated, I am not that kind of person!” your eyes were pouring with tears at this point.

“At least I thought I wasn’t.”

“You’re not,” you looked at her perplexed, “I’m not telling you cheating is okay, and I definitely think you should talk to Jaehyun about this,” she wiped your wet cheeks, “but your relationship with him… isn’t even a relationship anymore.”

You sniffled, “yeah I know, it’s not a proper excuse,” she explained, “but you of all people would never do this to someone you truly loved.”

You looked down at your hands that were placed comfortably on your lap, fiddling with your fingers while her words rung through your ears, “but I…I do like him.”

She smiled sadly, “and that’s the problem. You don’t love him, you only like him.” She caressed your arms, soothing running her palms up and down. “The way you said that sounded so depressing,” you looked at her, “you even hesitated.” You’re eyeballs were stinging from the hot tears.

“Y/N,” Mina chimed softly, holding your hands in hers, “does he make you happy?”

You nodded looking down at your lap, “look me in the eyes and tell me he makes you happy, and I’ll believe you.” Your blurred gaze shifted to meet hers. They were such easy words, why couldn’t you form them?

“He’s really nice,” you sniffled, “he’s just nice?” she questioned your statement, “damn, I would cheat on my boyfriend as well if nice was all I could describe him as – OW!” she rubbed the sting on the side of her arm, a result of your semi-playful smack, “I’m just messing with you.”

She cheekily smiled at you, and you couldn’t help but feel the corners of your lips twitch.

“It still isn’t an excuse… I should’ve talked to him about our relationship instead of –“ you couldn’t finish you sentence, feeling yourself choke on the words.

“Well.. maybe that’s what you should do now then,” she smiled softly. Yeah, maybe that’s what you should. He deserved to be told the truth, even though it was ugly – but what would come after that? Would he forgive you? If he did, would you even want to keep going with your, so-called, relationship?

What if he absolutely hated your guts after? He didn’t deserve it. Jaehyun wasn’t a match for you, but that still didn’t give you an excuse to go and have sex with Jungkook. You knew that very well.

“Yeah, I’ll go talk to him,” she nodded. You stood up from the bed, grabbing your leather jacket, “wait – right now?” she asked stunned. You nodded back at her while unlocking your phone to text your boyfriend.

“I might die from guilt if I don’t,” you put your phone in your pocket, “I’ll see you tonight,” and with that, you were out the door.

–

You knocked three long knocks on the fine wooden door in front of you, your palms damp with sweat as a result of your boiling nerves. It felt like years before the door opened.

“Princess,” you boyfriend smiled at you, pulling you by the forearm to engulf you with a hug. His arms were wrapped tightly around your waist while yours were hanging loosely around his shoulders, he didn’t seem to notice however. “Come in.” he smiled fondly at you, guiding you into his own dorm.

You both sat yourselves on his bed comfortably, it didn’t take long for you to start fidgeting in your seat and it took just as long for him to notice.

“What’s wrong?” he asked with concern in his voice. God, you couldn’t even bring yourself to look at him.

He placed a finger under your chin attempt to have you look at him, “w-we need to talk.” Your eyes met his. He raised an eyebrow at the significance in your voice. “Okay, talk.”

Where the fuck were you supposed to start?

I fucked a guy I hardly talk to over the weekend, what were you up to? No

I cheated on you because I don’t have feelings for you anymore. No

We should break up. No!

“Hey,” Jaehyun started when your breath became unsteady, “you can tell me anything, you know that right?” No, this you just couldn’t tell him.

“I uhm…” your eyes started stinging. Not the best timing you fuckers! You mentally cussed your tears, “I’m sorry,” a small sob ripped from your throat, “I’m so sorry, Jaehyun,” you were already a mess, tears streaming uncontrollably like they had not even an hour ago.

Jaehyun’s face twisted with concern, puzzled at why you started crying. “I’m horrible. I’m fucking horrible and you don’t deserve it.” Similar to Mina’s actions, his instinct was to wrap his arms around you, soothingly rubbing his thumb on your back.

“No you’re not, you’re perfect for me, Y/N.” you shook your head, disagreeing, “why would you say that?” his voice was gentle.

“I slept with someone else.”

You said it, you finally said it. You had expected that the feeling of a burden taken off of your chest would take over – however, that wasn’t your case at all.

If anything you felt even more terrible than you did in the first place, and the way your boyfriend’s arms loosened around you only made you cry harder.

“What?” was all he could say, looking at you. Any sign of mildness left his face, a cold stare washing over his face.

“Who?” you didn’t answer, “who did you fuck?” your cheeks had turned red at how hard you were rubbing them in attempt to dry your face.

“Y-you don’t know him,” you decided. Who it was, didn’t matter. You didn’t want any drama to escalate; you could clearly imagine a fistfight take place in front of you between Jungkook and Jaehyun. So if you could prevent it, you most certainly would.

“Bullshit,” he spat, “was it one of those fuckers from the weekend,” it was your turn to bark, “fuckers?” you were the one at fault here, there was absolutely no reason for him to label your closest friends so harshly.

“I’m the one who fucked up, don’t attack them,” you pointed at yourself, he scoffed, “you didn’t even deny it,” you stood up from the bed, tears still present under your eyelashes, “I told you! You don’t know him! Does it even fucking matter who it is?” he stood up with you.

“Yes! I have the right to know who the fuck you’re whoring around with!” your eyes widened.

Whoring around with?

“Tell me who you fucked!” at this point you were afraid the whole goddamn campus could hear what you two were fighting about. “No –..!”

In a matter of seconds you were pushed onto the bed, your boyfriend hovering right above you while placed perfectly between your legs. His fingers were tightly wrapped around your wrists, pinned above your head.

All the oxygen was punched right out of your lungs when he aggressively eyed the skin of your neck. Fuck, you hadn’t put concealer on. “You let this fucker shamelessly suck your neck, huh?” he practically crashed his mouth onto the already sore skin of your throat.

“J-Jaehyun what are you doing?” you squirmed uncomfortably beneath him. “Reminding you who the fuck owns you.” You couldn’t help but cringe at his words.

You twisted your wrists uncomfortably, “w-we should talk about this.” He scoffed, his tongue licking a long strip up you neck, sucking harshly. You wanted to scream. “Stop – stop,” you pleaded, wiggling in attempt to shove him off of you. You couldn’t.

“I don’t think just talking is gonna make you keep your hands to yourself. I need to discipline you, princess,” he uttered bitterly. The hairs at the back of your neck rose. Your face was wet, you couldn’t tell if it was from your previous sobs or if new tears had formed.

He moved his lips onto yours, forcefully moving them over yours.

You had kissed him before – many, many times, but it felt so unfamiliar to you. You didn’t like the feeling, not one bit. At this point you had stopped trying to get out of his grip, it was no use.

You felt useless, you felt numb. You didn’t move your lips, you stopped moving your feet, your hands. You didn’t even know if you were breathing anymore.

You laid there, completely still. You were sure the blood circulation at your wrists was cut off from the tight grip around them. You couldn’t feel your fingers, you wondered if they had turned pale from the lack of blood.

You felt him gather both your wrists in one hand, the grip still tight. His hand descending down from your arms down to you neck, and finally your chest. His grip on your breast had you whine out in discomfort, but he misunderstood it as another emote, “you like that, slut?” You didn’t answer. You just looked up at the ceiling with your glossy eyes, wishing you didn’t feel so weak.

His hand moved away from your breast, descending lower. You felt his cold fingers cup your sex above the fabric of your pants

And that’s when you felt it. It was as if his hand had been the electricity you needed to ignite your nerves back to life. “This cunt belongs to me.”

Your eyes shot directly to the disgusting man in front of you. “Get the fuck off me!” with all of the strength you had left in your body, you yanked both hands as hard as you could away from his, jolting your legs up and onto his chest trying to kick him off of you.

You bolted off of the bed, only to find a tight grip on your shirt yanking you back on the bed. However, it didn’t stop you from trying to escape – no – you had to get out of there.

With his fingers tangled in your shirt you pushed yourself near the door of his dorm. Reaching for the knob of the wooden material, you felt your shirt rip – you didn’t care.

You twisted the doorknob, opening the door and ran away as fast as you could.

You felt drowsy, but the adrenaline in your blood fuelled you enough to make it far enough for you to be safe, however you didn’t stop, you didn’t feel safe. So you kept running.

“Y/N?” a grip on your wrist stopped your feet in place. You looked back with fright written all over your face. Wincing in pain at the pressure applied to your already bruised wrist.

You were panting with heavy tears streaming down your face, your lipstick was smeared all over you lips, your hair was a complete mess, your shirt was ripped, revealing so much skin you felt your dignity wince. You tried holding the torn fabric in place but your bra and skin was still very visible. Bruises and marks were plastered all over your neck.

Jungkook’s eyes widened, taking in your appearance. You yanked your hand out of his grip, “d-don’t touch me…” your voice was weak

“Who did this to you?” his voice was quiet, stepping closer to you he took your hand in his, “Y/N, who the fuc-“

“I said don’t touch me!” once again you jerked your hand back, turning away before running back to your dorm.

You couldn’t stand to look at his face, you hated him with all of your heart. It was his fault. If he hadn’t touched you, your relationship with Jaehyun wouldn’t have ended, it would’ve been fine, you would’ve been fine. But you weren’t – and it was Jeon Jungkook’s fault.

Making it back to your dorm, you found Mina already sound asleep on her bed. Thank god, you sighed out of relief to yourself. In no way did you have the physical or mental capacity to explain your wrecked form to her, and on top of that would she, with no hesitation, go down to his dorm and beat the living shit out of Jaehyun if you told her what had happened.

You didn’t want any more trouble, so this was a secret you were going to take with you to the grave. You took off you leather jacket and changed your shirt into a non-damaged one. You wiped your face with a baby wipe in attempt to remove your smeared makeup.

Sinking your head into the pillow you let your quiet sobs mute themselves through the soft material.

–

Tuesday, 08:34 AM

You woke up feeling like absolute shit. Lazily you dragged yourself out of the bed to make your way over to the hall bathroom to get yourself ready for the day. Taking the essentials that you needed you dragged your feet down the hall.

Looking at the mirror, your eyes were slightly red from the countless amount of tears that had poured down your face the previous night. You wanted to cry again when you saw the marks on your wrists and neck.

No more crying, you have a day to get through, you thought to yourself while applying the concealer above the stains of dark purple and red. You applied cold water to your face in attempt to make them look somewhat normal again.

You finished your routine and made your way back to the dorm only to find Mina awake, on her bed scrolling through her phone. The sound of the door shutting caught her attention, shifting it to you, “Y/N, oh my god,” she dropped her phone beside herself on the bed, “how did it go yesterday?”

Trying not to have you voice crack you shrugged, swallowing thickly, “we broke up,” you smiled sadly. Her eyes softened.

Opening her arms to invite you into a hug, you gladly ran into her arms. Tears starting to form on your waterline once again, but miraculously you were able to stop them from spilling. “You wanna skip classes today? We could make it a fun girl’s day out!” she exclaimed excited.

You couldn’t help but chuckle a choked giggle, “n-no that’s okay, It’d be nice to get busy with studies – I need to distract myself from this mess,” you pulled away from her embrace, “we could do something after classes are done if you want?” you suggested, but she only returned an apologetic look.

“I can’t, I have plans with Jimin – I could cancel them if you’d wa-“ you shook your head rapidly, “no, no don’t do that, there’s no need.” She smiled, “I have classes in like,” you checked your phone, “twenty minutes,” you told her while making your way over to the door, “I’ll see you later?”

She nodded, smiling warmly at you “definitely,” and with that you shut the door.

You couldn’t focus. Images of the previous night kept flashing through your mind. Never had you ever imagined your now ex boyfriend would forcefully prey himself upon you. And Jungkook… his face was smeared with concern, he looked so worried – why did he care?

He didn’t give shit about you, clearly since he tried to jeopardise your relationship with Jaehyun, and frankly, had succeeded clearly.

Class ended – packing your shit you left the hall with your gaze low, you weren’t in the mood to see, nor talk to anybody. You wanted to go back to your own dorm room and bury yourself in books until your disturbing thoughts left your mind.

You felt your phone vibrating against your hip. Reaching towards your pocket you pressed the home button, lighting up the screen.

-1m ago

Jungkook: Y/N

Jungkook: are you done with your classes?

You rolled your eyes; a text from Jungkook was the absolute last thing you needed right now.

You: yeah why

You put your phone back in your pocket but he was quick to respond, having you sigh as you stopped walking to view his message.

Jungkook: can we talk?

Fuck no you couldn’t talk. You couldn’t talk now, heck – you never wanted to ever talk to him again. Your stomach couldn’t bare the thought of talking to him, much less – see him.

Not after everything that happened between the two of you. You wanted to claw your fingers at his face for turning your life into a living hell. Or was that entirely his fault?

You: no

Jungkook: please, we need to talk.

You: I said no

Your phone kept vibrating but you didn’t care. You had to put your own mental health first here, you wanted to focus on yourself and your own goddamn well-being before fixing things with everyone else, and by everyone else you meant Jungkook.

There was no way in hell you were going to talk Jaehyun again.

Finally, you made it to your dorm room safe and sound. You placed your phone on your nightstand before dropping yourself onto your comfy, welcoming bed.

It had been such a long day, and it wasn’t even over. You felt like dunking your head in the toilet and flush, thinking it would feel much better than whatever you were feeling now.

Your eyes grew heavy, feeling yourself slowly shut them as you were about to fall asleep when and loud, too loud in your opinion, knock was heard from the door.

Whining, you stood up from your bed, unwillingly dragging your feet over to the door and opening it. What a big mistake that was. “Y/N,” you didn’t respond, attempting to close the door in Jungkook’s face, but his foot stopped you from doing so.

“Move,” you said sternly, “I’m not in the mood for your bullshit,” his eyes widened at the vulgar tone in your voice. “Move your foot,” you warned, that didn’t stop him though, “No, wait please –“ he attempted to open the door you had so rudely, almost quite literally, smacked in his face.

You didn’t care; being rude to him was the last thing you cared about.

“I really need to talk to you,” he pleaded, “ten minutes, that’s all I need,” you stopped abusing his foot with the door. Sighing heavily you thought about his proposition, “five minutes.”

You opened the door to let him in, “ten,” your patience was running thin, “five, take it or leave it,” you said coldly.

Nodding gently, he entered the dorm. You sat on your bed, watching him awkwardly stand in front of your bed, “you can sit I’m not gonna stab you,” you huffed, which only made him chuckle, “you look like it,” he coughed awkwardly seeing the unamused look on your face. He quietly sat himself beside you, keeping a closer distance than you’d like.

“So…” he started, looking at you cautiously, “you’ve wasted two minutes,” you said checking your phone. Your cold eyes glanced back at his warm ones. “Uhm… Saturday huh.”

“Get out,” you pointed to your door, he furrowed his eyebrows sadly, “wha – I still have three minutes,” he let out gently, “yeah, not anymore. Get out of my dorm,” you stood up from your bed. “You can’t keep running away from this, Y/N,” he started, still seated on your bed, “we have to talk about this one way or another.”

You ran your fingers through your hair frustratingly; you really weren’t in the mood to talk to Jungkook, let alone talk to him about what the fuck had happened on Saturday. As immature as it seemed of you to run away, that’s what you needed. You needed to run away from this situation, from him.

“I don’t want to talk about Saturday, so if that’s all you came to talk about then you can be so kind and get the fuck out of my dorm, before I shove you out myself.” He tilted his head, rising from your bed, you stepped away when he took a step closer to you and he noted to keep his distance with you.

“Why are you so mad–“ you almost punched him in the face, “why am I so mad?” you repeated to yourself, “I don’t know, Jungkook. You tell me, why am I mad?” you smiled, but it wasn’t sincere, you were sure you looked like a complete psychopath to him.

“I d-don’t know, that’s why I’m asking…” he said in a small voice. You questioned why he looked so fragile in front of you, Jungkook had a well-built body, and if he needed to he could put it to use. Visibly he was much stronger than you, so why did he look scared of you.

“Because I fucked you!” you yelled, “we fucked! We had sex!” your voice grew louder by every word, you could visibly see him shudder at the sudden volume of tone.

You, however, kept going, “have you even begun to understand what the fuck that means?!” he shook his head, “that’s why I wanted to talk, I want to know what it means–“

“It means I cheated! I cheated on Jaehyun with you!” he sunk his head low, he looked like he was getting scolded by his mom.

You pinched the bridge of your nose in attempt to calm yourself down, “what were you trying to achieve. Honestly,” he was about to answer but you beat him to it, “were you trying to ruin my relationship.”

“What – no I wasn’t–“ you didn’t let him finish, “we broke up, so congratulations. Mission accomplished,” you clapped sarcastically with a bitter smile plastered across your lips. He stood there, completely mute. Silence took over the room. Was he supposed to say something?

“Do… do you want me to talk to him–“ your fists were tingling, begging you to put them to use and launch them towards his jaw.

“No!” feeling his knees giving up on him, he sat himself back on your bed, “don’t you want to get back with him?” he questioned in such a small voice you almost felt bad.

“No, I don’t,” the relief that washed over his eyes briefly only fuelled your anger, “why are you mad then?” Unbelievable.

“This is not about me cheating on Jaehyun, this is about me cheating in general!” he looked puzzled. “Why did you seduce me into it? Is this what you wanted? To see me on the brink of insanity?” he shook his head no, “then what?!”

“B-because I actually wanted you!” for the first time, he raised his voice. “that’s why.”

The protest at the back of your throat died, “you fucking liar,” you were fuming with anger, you were sure you were going to go insane. “I’m not lying, I never acted to hurt you or make you feel used. I did what I did because I want you.” You didn’t believe him, no matter how reassuring his words sounded; you didn’t believe him one bit.

“Angel–“

“Don’t call me that.”

“I still don’t understand why you’re so mad at me… didn’t you want me?” You felt like crying, you had explained yourself to him countless times, he just didn’t understand. He wanted to hurt you, and clearly it was working. You were sure of it. Warm, fresh tears started forming, slowly blurring your vision and you saw Jungkook’s eyes softened at the sight of your teary eyes.

“I don’t know how the fuck I am supposed to feel about this. I cheated on my now ex boyfriend with you, and I have no fucking idea how I should feel about it.” You let your tears fall. “Do you regret it?” you felt weak, you forced your knees to keep you standing.

“Are you shitting me – was that all you heard?” your mouth was quivering. You didn’t want to cry in front of him. You didn’t want to appear weak, but the damage was already done.

“Jaehyun can go to hell. How you feel about this is what’s most important to me,” you felt powerless under his gaze – it was your turn to feel small. “it’s a simple ‘yes’ ‘no’ question, Y/N, it shouldn’t take this long to answer.”

“what, I-“ it was his turn to cut you off, “did I fucking stutter? Do you regret it yes or no?” you stayed silent, “do you regret fucking me?”

“I don’t know!” you finally let out, your form trembling, “I don’t know…” You sighed deeply; you rubbed your temple, trying to ease the agonizing headache that was forming.

“I hate that I let myself go this far with you, but what I hate more is the fact that I don’t know if I regret it or not.” He rose from his seat, once again – attempting to reach out to you but you gave him a warning look. “Don’t,” you held out your hand in front of him indicating that he should stay in his spot exactly.

You mentally cussed yourself when you saw his gaze shift to your wrist – your bruised wrist. Completely disregarding your warning, he took your hand in his, carefully inspecting the dark blue and purple stains plastered all over your skin.

He ran his thumb over the dark discolouration gently, but even at that did you hiss – causing the dark-haired boy’s eyes in front of you to shoot up and meet yours. There it was, again, the unreadable expression on his face. Was it pity? Was it anger? Was it sadness? – You couldn’t tell. “Did he do this?”

Jungkook’s voice was quiet; his eyes sunk to your wrist. You lazily pulled your hand back to have it fall to your side, you didn’t have the energy to yell at him anymore, you didn’t have the energy to explain yourself, you didn’t even have the energy to lie to him.

“It doesn’t matter, I’m done with him,” he looked at you again, “of course it matters, he hurt you,” he started in disbelief, “how could that not matter?” his eyes widened as if he had realised something, “yesterday… in the hallway, when I saw you running.” He didn’t finish his sentence, taking in your lugubrious expression. His heart sank when he saw your face twitch in discomfort, as if you a painful image had flashed before your eyes.

Your eyebrows furrowed, lips trembling while small quiet sobs rung through his ears.

He wanted to hug you. Fuck, you looked like you were going to break in half if he didn’t wrap his arms around you then and there. But you’d push him away and he knew it, so he restrained himself. “Y/N... I-I’m sorr–”

“Leave,” you whispered, you were tired, you were exhausted. You just wanted to be alone why was that so hard for him to understand? You looked down at your feet, you felt embarrassed. You didn’t want him to know you couldn’t protect yourself; you didn’t want to tell him what had happened to have left you with so many bruises.

“Jungkook, please, I’m begging you,” your voice was shaking at this point, and at that he let your hand go.

“Leave me alone.”

You failed to notice the hurt in his eyes, he slowly stepped away from you, heading towards the door with his head hanging low – to leave you alone, just like you had requested. You failed to notice the tears that had begun to sting his big doe eyes.

You failed to notice him.

–

A/N: not gonna lie, writing this part kind got me emotional. please don’t hate me for taking forever to write this part i’m sorRY, i tend to rewrite things a lot so i take my sweet sweet time :(( hope you liked it cuties, pleaseeee let me know what you think, i would love to improve my writing so don’t hesitate to give me some feedback! I think i rewrote this part at least twice ajhndshb. okkk bye for now! mwahhhh

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4 am freak out

TW for blood I guess. Not proof read 1.7k words

It already all felt so familiar. Eating dinner and fighting to wash the dishes before Harry inevitably wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her away from the sink. Despite her protests that he cooked them his famous curry so she really should wash up, he always fought it. Eventually, they’d stumble their way up the stairs, guided by kisses or hands held tightly towards the bedroom where they’d cascade in a pile of limbs on Harry’s king bed, fit with sheets Y/n didn’t doubt cost twice her rent.

Y/n and Harry have been dating for five months now but with busy schedules throwing them to opposite sides of the Atlantic, Y/n had only spent the night at Harry's a handful of times. Sure she practically lived with him when he was home to quiet his persistent complaints of not seeing her enough in the short windows he had in London, but she had a cat and plenty of plants to care for so she'd often slink off home after their second rom-com of the evening and be back the next day after work to repeat.

After Harry briefly serenading Y/n with his toothpaste-y rendition of Sunday Love and Y/n slipping an old tour tee of Harry's over her head, they were both on the cusp of sleep. Both their works demanded busy days and high energy from them so they were relieved to finally melt into the plush mattress and cocoon deeper into each other's holds. Between Y/n's soothing, even breaths and Harry brushing his thumb in circles over her knuckles, they were asleep in seconds.

Y/n had gotten used to waking up Harry's arms squeezing tightly around her middle and a groggy voice murmuring good morning in her ear, so she was slightly confused when her eyes shot open and all she was met with was pitch black. Trying to get her bearings she glances around; Harry's fast asleep beside her, having rolled away from her slightly but still reaching a hand out to her in his sleep. As her brain wakes up and focuses on the situation, a sharp twisting pain clenches her stomach. Y/n doubles over and reaches down to the mattress to stable herself and instead of the clean sheets she expects, he fingers meet a warm dampness that has her cursing under her breath.

She'd been so preoccupied the last few days she hasn't even realised she was three days late for her period. Pushing the sheets off her legs to access the damage she almost starts crying right there. She'd bled through the pair of boxers she'd stolen from Harry weeks ago and straight onto the sheets in a dark red circle the blared up at her against the perfect white surrounding. She peels the comforter the rest of the way off her legs to save it from the dreaded area beneath her as she glances back over her shoulder at the sleeping figure, curls covering most of his face and soft snores escaping his lips.

Harry seems undisturbed by her panicked shuffling and in a moment of instinct, she throws her legs off the bed and rushes for the bathroom. She hardly notices tears streaming down her flushed cheeks as she locks the door behind her and scrambles around desperately for her wash bag. She was sure she'd packed a pad or two in here a while ago when she'd been due and staying with Harry. Her breathing hitched and wavered unsteadily with the influx of sobs working their way out of her. She pushed her toothbrush and face cloths to the side and still, there was nothing, no hopeful crinkle of the purple package insight. Sitting back on her heels she dropped the small bag to the floor and covered a hand over her mouth to try and calm herself down.

Fuck. Why was this happening? How could she go out there and just wake Harry up crying, he was going to be so mad. She couldn’t help but wonder how much her stupid mistake was gonna cost him.

As her breathing calmed to a point where she could at least plan how she was going to deal with the next few minutes, she rose to her feet again. A quick glance in the mirror has her shaky again at the sight of a glaring stain on her shorts but with little control she slipped the lock to the side and opened the bathroom door again, preparing for the embarrassment she was about to face.

She knows Harry's not the type to find periods gross or to make her feel embarrassed but she couldn't help but dread the whole situation. There was a sweet domesticity to Harry running her baths and calling her to ask which chocolate she prefers but Y/n was struggling to find anything cute in waking her boyfriend up at 4am to tell him she'd bled a small pool beside where he'd been peacefully sleeping.

She couldn't just leave it be and expect him not to notice in the morning though. As much as she wanted to believe she could just catch a night bus home and never speak of it again, she treads softly towards his side of the bed and rubs his back, gently begging him to wake up quickly so this could all be over.

"Harry?" She calls lightly, running her fingers through his hair now - something she always did to wake him up when he was sleeping in on important work days they'd both rather avoid. "Harry, Love you've gotta wake up.."

He begins to stir now, grumbling under his breath and reaching out to grab the hand she'd had in his hair. With a light tug on her arm Y/n's falling into his side and is almost wrapped up in his spare arm when she pushes away from him, still acutely aware of the stain on her shorts she doesn't want to spread onto anymore expensive bedding.

"Y/n?" His face scrunches up in confusion as he reaches out for her again, propping himself up by his elbows when she takes a step back. "Baby..what's wrong?"

Amidst the adrenaline of getting the whole ordeal over with Y/n forgot about her tear stained, no doubt pretty red cheeks. They were clear to Harry as he sat up straight and finally pulled Y/n towards him, holding her in place between his legs as his hands came to cradle her face.

"Hey, what's wrong?" An onslaught of new tears simmered up in Y/n's eyes that Harry brushed away instinctively, concern building inside him as more time passed with no answers. "Y/n talk to me okay? What's wrong - what happened?"

"I-I'm so sorry..I was so busy and I, I forgot!" Harry's only more confused by this, tilting Y/n's face to make her looks at him directly for the first time since he woke up. "I swear I'll clean everything or replace it just please don't be mad."

He caught on to her hand hovering over her stomach and how her eyes were flitting back between his face and over his shoulder to her side of the bed. Despite her quick efforts to keep his head facing her, he turned and saw the small red splotch behind him. Instantly reassured he turned back and pulled her again to straddle his waist, guiding her head gently to rest in the crook of his neck.

"I'd never be mad at you Love, never okay?" Her head lulls back to look up at his face, the tiredness creeping back in as he cradled her.

"I'll buy you new sheets I promise - and I'll be more careful next time I-I just forgot and shit-" She scurries back off his lap, looking down at her shorts in a panic again. "I-Fuck I'm sorry I ruined your bed and your boxers and now it's probably on you and I-"

"Woah woah!" Harry hated this, hated that she was so frightened of how he might react and so sure that he'd be angry. "Take a breath okay? You're not gonna buy me anything, we're just gonna put everything in the wash and run you a bath yeah, yeah?"

"Yeah.." She mumbled, giving into his persistence and laying against his chest again.

"S'just blood Lovie, 's nothing to be mad about." Her head bops slightly as she nods against his neck and Harry can finally take a deep breath again. It definitely wasn't his favourite thing in the world to be woken up by his sobbing girlfriend a 4am with no explanation of who might be hurt.

"Let's get you your bath yeah," He coos, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"It's half four Har.." She giggles, leaning back to catch another glimpse of his face to find a sleepy smile on his lips.

"I'm gonna make it better though," He glances down at where her palm's still pressed flat against her abdomen. "It hurts?" He mumbles as more of an explanation than a question.

"A little bit..jus' wanna sleep though." Harry nods, leaning forwards to stand with Y/n still in his arms. "Har- Where are you going?"

"Might have to sleep in the guest room tonight, Babe." A quick wave of embarrassment surges through Y/n again as she'd completely forgot the reason they were awake so late for just a moment.

"'m sorry I-" She rambles as they make down the hall to the spare room.

"Stop apologising!" Harry throws her playfully down onto the guest mattress, coming to prop himself up on top of her. "Stay 'ere, gonna get you s'more shorts."

"Wait I-" Y/n grabs his wrist stopping him for a second, "I don't have any pads Har..."

It's her turn to be confused now as he looks back at her with his eye brows scrunched together.

"I got you some.." She shakes her head as he nods back at her. "Yeah, under the sink there's a ton...didn't know which ones you liked."

Y/n almost feels like melting, a smile pulling at the sides of her mouth as she's plunged back into the domestic ease being at Harry's always brought.

"Awww Harry!" She gushes, playing with his fingers and admiring the light blush on his cheeks. "You're so sweet."

"Shud'up" He grumbles, pulling his hand from hers and running off to gather supplies before she catches the tomato splotches now covering his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 4 years

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frENEMIES, pt. 14 - Finale {Quarterback AU}

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Gnawing on the inside of her cheek, Y/N felt guilty. She not only felt guilty, but evil because just looking into Mike's eyes that looked at her current state and easily deducted she was already Grayson's in more ways than one, he looked like she just ripped his heart out and danced on his grave.

"Really? Grayson fucking Dolan?" Mike exclaimed, his voice losing all the toughness he had with Grayson, the flowers in his hands shaking and not with rage.

"Look, I don't care. I'm crazy about you. Okay? I can get passed this if you're having regrets." And she felt even worse when she realized she could do whatever and Mike would still want her. But she wanted Grayson, as scary and uncertain as he can be, she wanted Grayson fucking Dolan.

Glancing at Grayson who seemed to have genuinely worried about her next move, she realized she had to end this torture and fast.

"Mike, I'm really sorry but...it's Grayson. You knew that, hell, you read the book! And I hate how it all happened, but I love this idiot and if I don't try, I'll hate myself." Sniffing, she rubbed her nose before locking eyes with Grayson who had a wide smile on his face because she just uttered the L word and it wasn't in an over the top way he imagined it would be and it wasn't really dramatic, it was as easy as breathing for her and that made it memorable.

"Yeah." Mike sighed, nodding to himself as his gaze fell to the floor and he licked his lips, gathering strength. "Hope you don't live to regret it. I really do." And he turned around, leaving the flowers he brought her on the table next to her front door before walking away.

"Are you okay?" Grayson stepped in front of her, breaking her unrelenting gaze that focused on the bouquet of lilacs - her favorite.

"I am. You're here, aren't you?" She inhaled deeply before looking up at her quarterback, giving him a small smile until he picked up on her wish and leaned in, kissing her lips.

"Now, how about that breakfast?"

The pair had found a way to be happy, leaving New York together on Sunday. Y/N didn't want Grayson to breach his contract and get him in legal trouble, so she followed him to L.A. thinking she can be a writer anywhere. And she was right because her sequel came out three years later, painting their reunion bittersweet considering the heart that broke in the process and the many issues they faced.

They were married six months into their relationship, already planning a family...a family they wouldn't be able to start so easily.

It killed them both, making it hard for Grayson to watch her sinking further every month. They've tried the normal way, they tried ovulation stimulation, they underwent so many diagnostic procedures to find the reason why but they got nothing. The doctors simply couldn't understand why she wasn't pregnant, and she was convinced it was karma.

"I broke Mike's heart and this is my punishment." She truly believed it.

Y/N took it the hardest, aware that she was failing not only herself but Grayson who always rambled about having a big family. It’s why she underwent the most painful procedures to get to the bottom of the issue, but got nothing in return.

She pulled away, hating herself, blaming herself, breaking to pieces. Until she gave up. There was so much hope in her for the first year, even as they kept causing her pain to find the cause in order to remove it, but the hope was gone after that and... She simply gave up on having children and that's when the surprise came.

"Y/N, love, why are you here?" Grayson looked at her with pure confusion and some worry because Y/N never came to his practice, saying she wanted him to focus. But she was there, her eyes filled with tears as he approached her.

"I had to come. I had to see you." Picking around her bag, she managed to find the item in question, pushing it onto his palm with excitement.

"Are we? Am I gonna be a dad?" His voice is shaky, his mind coming to a stop as he stared at the plus. The plus that meant his wife would finally return to him, that sex would be love making again and not just a reproductive action, that she will stop crying in the bathroom at night thinking he can't hear her as he too cried because of the pain he saw was tearing her apart. It meant she would finally be happy in their marriage, that she won't waste away watching his brother's daughter grow with her heart breaking each year. It meant so much more than a baby and Grayson was beyond happy because their next step was artificial insemination and in vitro fertilization which would be hard on her with more hormones being pumped into her body, possible failures and miscarriages that would only weaken her body and soul more.

That plus was everything he could ever want and Grayson never felt quite as happy than the day she had come for him at practice, pulling him away to the doctor's where they confirmed her pregnancy. Until the babies came and the ovulation pills have apparently worked too well because Grayson instantly had more kids than Ethan - identical twin girls.

"I didn't think this book would be such a success, but I guess people love enemies to lovers trope, huh?" She laid back, watching Grayson carry their girls, each nested in one arm, sleeping peacefully after their cramps eased up.

"I'd say it's the slow burn, maybe even the struggles to convince." He whispers and she has to hold back a chuckle to not wake the babies. The cramps they've been struggling with had both of them on edge, not sleeping for weeks.

"Or the fact everyone knows it's you, even if I never named you." She shrugs, realizing he's ready to put them down, watching with a grimace because she had a nagging feeling both girls would wake up the moment they don't feel their dad's warmth.

"I'm getting better at this." Proud, Grayson snuck back to the bed, way too happy about the silence that followed as he finally put his head down and relaxed.

"You're a good dad, but I'll bet you they will be up in less than ten minutes." Y/N smirked, aware that it took them hours to stop crying which meant their feeding time was pretty much now.

And just as he said deal, the babies started screaming and he wanted to cry too.

"You don't get to cry right now, quarterback! They're living off my boobs, not yours."

But still, they were happy, blissful even as they laid there tired, the babies eating while Y/N tried to stay awake and Grayson did the same just in case she fell asleep. He was definitely a hands on dad, always helping out even if he did gag every diaper change or had offered to ‘milk’ her on the first night and she cried because she thought he called her a cow - a big misunderstanding caused by his overwhelming need to help her because one baby was hard, two felt impossible.

"I love you and I'm so grateful for you and everything you do. For giving me these little girls that drive me crazy already and they're barely a month old, but also for loving me at my worst." Kissing her forehead, Grayson watched her tenderly, aware that his life had truly started when she came into his life and when she started loving him. Being dubbed worthy of love by a woman like her meant the world to him.

"Imagine someone telling us we'd be here back in college? I'd have thought they need a psychiatrist. But I'm happy. I really am. Even when I hated you during the difficulty of pregnancy and labor."

"You hated me?" Grayson's eyes widen and she smiles, aware if she laughed both babies would get scared and wail and do you know how hard it is to settle two wailing babies and convince them to eat? It’s hell she didn’t think worthy of risk for a single laugh.

"You try carrying two humans and then pushing them out of a very small hole. The point is, I love you too, quarterback. I do."

Finding comfort in one another, they braved that night and many more to come, always in love with each other to the point of embarrassing their kids, two more that came after, but isn't that what we all want? Someone that is your best friend, partner in crime and lover until the day we die? Y/N found that in her quarterback, realizing people are more than what they show on the surface and the line between love and hate is a fickle one.

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moonlighttheravenqueen · 4 years

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How did I get you?/ Ben hargreeves x reader

I've been having baby fever Soo I thought why not put Ben in their? Plz send request! I'd love to do more of ben😆🖤 PS D/N is ( daughter's name ) this is trash but why not?😂 Made this one for you!❤️ @bowieandqueen11

3:36 AM. The sound of a baby crying scared me awake, you sat up but a sharp pain hit my leg. I forgot that the last mission I did really banged me up, Ben put his hand on my arm.

"Honey go back to sleep I'll take care of her."

"But-"

"Nope, lay down." He said helping me back into the bed and kissed me.

Ben's POV

I picked up our little angel. "What's wrong princess? You want something to eat?" D/N cried even harder which means she doesn't want anything, we went out of our bedroom and went to the living room. Ever since we moved from the academy things are so much more quieter without Klaus talk to ghost and taking Y/N's skirts.

I sat on the couch rocking her but she wouldn't stop crying, "Baby it's okay, daddy's got you." I wiped the tears off of her cubby cheeks. Her crying got slower.

"Want to sing a song until you fall asleep?" She grabbed my indix finger, I sang I can't help falling in love with you. She was out like a light, I went back into our room. I kissed her goodnight and went to sleep.

The next day/Y/N POV

I tried to pull Ben closer but realized he isn't in the bed, I got up carefully and grabbed my crotch. I came in and saw been cooking breakfast, "Baby! Why did you get up? You know I don't want you hurting yourself even worse!" He said holding my waist. "Honey I just hurt myself I am not gonna die." I kissed he's cheek. D/N smiled as she saw me, "Well someones happy too see mommy." I said tickling her and it always makes her laugh.

"So being that today his Sunday I decided that I'm gonna take more care of you today."

"Ben you have other things to worry about I'm fine."

"After you are done I'm gonna run you a bath so we can clean your leg." He says feeding the baby, honestly I don't deserve him.

"Are you sure it's not too much?"

"No baby it's not so finish eating and we can get started." He said as I smiled.

Ben moved D/N bouncing chair into the bathroom so he could watch her at all times. He helped me sit down in the bubbly bath and slowly pushing my leg up so he could clean it,

"It's been a few days so I'm gonna clean it with alcohol." He grabbing the alcohol. "Ugh.. This is gonna suck!"

"Hey at least you're not going into labor"

"Yeah that's true, but can I hold your hand?" I asked with puppy dog eyes, "Of course you can honey that's why we're married, threw sickness and in Heath." He winked, "Tell mommy she can do this!" D/N made cute little baby noices as a yes.

He pressed down slowly and I wanted to scream, "I know baby I know but it needs it." He said wiping it down my leg.

"How? How did I get you Ben? I really thought that this point in my life wouldn't even happen, and I definitely didn't think I was gonna have kids."

"The better question is how did I get you Y/N? If you hadn't saved me 17 years ago I wouldn't be here without you, basically you my guardian angel." He said almost crying, "Honey don't! I hate it when you do!" I gave a bunch of kisses. D/N Started smiling and wanted kisses too.

After the bath I put on some clothes and saw the most cutest thing ever, Ben was rocking D/N to sleep. "D/N baby are you asleep?" He whispered but she didn't respond.

"You are such an amazing dad you know that?"

"Well I love kids and I'm pretty good with babies so guess you could say I'm the baby whisperer." He winked, "Dork." I laughed quietly.

I put D/N to sleep but when I came back I saw a peacefully sleeping Ben. He was pushing himself hard and it's the first time I've seen him look so tired. I wrapped the blanket around him and kissed his head.

A few hours later he woke up, I was checking my stitches when he looked frightened. 'Baby how long was I out for!?"

"Just a few hours but it's ok! D/N is still asleep and I made sure I checked the stitches which are fine, annnnnd that's it." He sighed in relive, "Baby I didn't mean to scare you like that I've just been worrying about the baby and I feel like if I close my eyes for a second something will happen." He said holding me close, "Just because i got myself injured doesn't mean I can't help you out when you need a break, hon you have bags under your eyes and you seem dehydrated."

He nodded in agreement. "Go back to the couch, I'll get you some water and I'll start on dinner."

"But what abo-"

"I have the baby monitor right here so if she cries I'll hear it." I winked, "I love you."

"I love you too Ben."

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vanchlo · 4 years

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The Assistant / Chapter Forty-Five, “Evermore”

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“Her face is stuck in every place.

The front door, the ghost of her winter boots on the door mat, the barstools at the kitchen island where we laughed over glasses of her Rebecca wine, the crusty banana bread forgotten on the counter, the head of the kitchen table where we burned our mouths on pot pie, and that’s not even the worst of it. The blanket from Sunday night remains in a messy pile on the sofa, just how we had left it. My chest shakes harder with another sob at the sight of it, and the wine glasses I had forgotten on the coffee table beside the bottles of nail polish.

Memories flood my insides when I sink onto the cushions, my head in my hands as her laugh from only three days ago fills my ears.”

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“Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes. Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.”

― Henry Miller

I’m woken from my dreams due to movements within my arms. Knuckling at my eyes with a groan, I look around, feeling regrettable about the reality that I had come back to. The one that I was previously immersed in was far better, and brings a reminiscent smile to my lips at the remembrance of. Settling my eyes on her, wrapped up safely inside of my arms, my lazy lips curl into a larger smile at the thought.

Her with her own arms holding a blue-eyed, dark-haired little baby with me at her side. Talk about dreamy.

Her forehead is warm underneath my lips, and soft as ever. The creamy vanilla lotion she uses leaves hints of the fragrance across her face, one of the few necessities Skye grabbed from home today. I brush away the loose waves that drape over her skin, but within seconds, I wish that I hadn’t when I find the stitches and colors claiming her.

A noise interrupts my thoughts and when I look up, the nurse is standing at my side clearing her throat. Her arms are crossed over her chest and she’s shaking her head at me.

“Harry,” she sighs, wagging a finger at me dramatically.

“Kristi, I know, ‘m not s’posed t’ be up here. ‘m sorry, but she was hysterical from a nightmare, and I couldn’t get her t’ calm down,” I confess in a dry voice.

Relenting with a sigh, she whispers her reply, “Alright, but you need to be careful of her IV tubing, as well as her injuries. I don’t want anybody else in her family thinking that we allow this kind of thing,” she pauses to wink, and I nod with understanding. “I’m glad you mentioned the nightmare, though, that’s something that I need to record.”

She follows up her lecture with a few quiet questions about the nightmare Becks had, and she types them in the laptop she brought in with her. Her eyebrows greeted her hairline when I mentioned Becks saying that she’s starting to remember, and that being the sole reason for the nightmare.

It could never feel sufficient, the number of whispery kisses I press to her battered skin, asleep or not. Bloody hell, is she so beautiful, I muse while admiring Becks below me, sleeping peacefully. Finally. I never want to stop kissing her, but soon after those thoughts sound in my skull, my heavy eyelids yell for me to close them. Giving in, they win and I fall into the soundest sleep I’ve had in days.

My own name rouses me from my sleep, and it takes a few moments of adjusting to remember where I am. It’s quicker than yesterday, making me realize how used to all of this I’m getting. I’m not entirely sure how to feel about that, but it’s all washed away when I find the baby blue pair of eyes waiting for me.

“Morning,” she rasps, her voice sounding almost entirely hers now. I couldn’t be happier about it as her head remains on my shoulder, eyes poised towards me.

“G’mornin’, my sweet. How’d ya sleep fer tha rest o’ tha night?” I yawn, tapping her nose with my finger.

“Great,” she smiles and I nod happily, soon echoing her words. “Best I’ve slept here so far.”

“‘m so happy t’ hear that, bug,” I grin and she just stares back at me, something ethereal covering her body in front of me. My, is she something else entirely, I wonder silently. Glancing to my watch, my eyebrows shoot towards the ceiling. “Reckon we both needed it, ‘s bloody ten in tha mornin’, love.”

The softest of laughs tickles my ears, yanking my lips towards the sky effortlessly. There it is, at last, my favorite sound in the entire world. Well, next to her sing-song voice, that’s my favorite song of all.

“I missed hearin’ that,” I whisper, brushing the back of my finger against her satiny cheek. She just continues to smile, and my heart couldn’t feel fuller in this moment.

She’s okay, she’s smiling, she’s laughing, she’s so goddamn beautiful even with bruises and stitches, she’s mine, and she’s okay.

“How’re ya feelin’, bug? I hope I didn’t knock into ya in tha middle o’ tha night, or hurt ya or anythin’.”

“I’m okay, kinda hungry,” she answers, combing a hand through her hair and pausing to scratch an itch. “Head feels heavy and hurts though, and my tummy a little too.”

“That’s good yer hungry, yer appetite ‘s comin’ back. Here, lemme slide out and ‘ll press on yer pain pump.”

“No, Harry,” she objects, grabbing hold of my arm the second I make a movement. “Don’t leave, you’re all warm,” she whines, moving closer to me and grabbing a fistful of my button up in her hand.

Now, it’s my turn to giggle, “‘Kay, but only a few mo’ minutes, I don’t wantcha t’ be in pain, babe,” I coo, beginning to drag my fingers through her hair, but when I watch her eyes close, I stop. I know that she’ll fall back asleep if I do and she needs it, but I’m reminded of the day nurse emphasizing yesterday the importance of her needing to eat. “Don’t fall asleep again yet, bug, ya need yer breakfast. Ya gotta eat t’ heal and get betta.”

“Okay,” she sighs sadly, slowly opening her eyes and looking back up at me.

“Yer eye ‘s lookin’ betta. Reckon it doesn’t help much without yer glasses tho’,” I snicker and her smile grows an inch. “Skye was gonna bring some contacts o’ yers from home t’day, and see if you could wear them. I bet that’d help loads.”

“Yeah,” she hums in reply. “Are you gonna go home too?” Becks asks gently, a curious sadness hidden behind her words. She’s never been very good at hiding her feelings, let alone lying, and I’ve come to be rather good at reading her.

“For a li’l bit, if that’s okay with you.”

“But I’ll miss you,” she answers, looking away to hide the wetness growing in her eyes, but I catch it at the last second. My thumb finds a holding on her chin, and I turn her head to look back at me.

“I won’t be gone long, bug, and it’ll prolly be later when sumbody else can be here with you. Jus’ wanna go home and grab a few things, and shower so I don’t stink anymo’,” I tell her, willing her to look me in the eyes. To my surprise, she does almost the second the thought trickles into my mind. The sight of her glassy eyes wrenches at my heart, and brushing them away with my finger hardly helps. “And t’ pack a bag so I have clothes and me things t’ keep me set here fer awhile so I don’t hafta leave again fer a while, besides showers. ‘ll hafta see if they have a family room o’ sorts t’ take showers here or sumthin’.”

“Okay,” she says, closing her eyes once again. Another tear leaks from her eye and I catch it as soon as it escapes. “Come back.”

“Always, Becks, y’know that,” I tell her, eliciting a nod into my chest.

“I felt so much better sleeping next to you. Safer.”

“Me too, baby. I wish we could do it ev’ry night, I like havin’ ya tucked away in me arms all safe and sound,” I echo, smoothing back her hair before I plant a kiss to the crown of her head. My special spot. “I love you,” I mouth against her hair, much too afraid to let the sounds free from my lips with all that’s going on and the perhaps fluke from the other night. “So much.”

“Stop,” she giggles against my cheek, and I swear, there’s never been a better song written in the whole universe. I continue to scatter kisses across her face, until my last one finds her nose. “Go home, you smell.”

“Hey!” I protest, finding her happy smile with my own two eyes. A sight in and of itself. “I don’t smell.”

“Yes, you do,” Becks giggles, the sound slowly falling away as my eyes find hers. Within a blink, her lips find mine and press a deep kiss to my own. It couldn’t last long enough and then I’m looking into those eyes that I hope and dream my children get to have, but it’s forgotten when hers flood with tears. “I’ll miss you.”

“‘ll be back inn’a hour, love, no longa than that. I promise,” I insist, holding her cheek in my hand, and saddening at her question of what I’m doing again. “‘m goin’ home t’ take a shower, pack a bag, and grab me car. I won’t be long.”

“Oh yeah, I remember you saying that now. I’m sorry, I can’t remember for shit,” she frowns, eyes growing wetter by the second.

“‘s okay, ‘m here t’ help ya rememba. Are ya sure you’ll be okay with me gone for a li’l bit? Skye, yer dad, and Robbie are here. Try t’ get some rest while ‘m gone, ya need it,” I say, drawing waves back and forth on her cheek and pressing a quick kiss to her lips that I can’t resist.

“I’m fine, Harry. I wanna watch Harry Potter.”

“No, ya need t’ sleep, honeybug. Ya watched tha whole second one with me, that’s two and a half hours, Becks. Ya haven’t slept since ya woke up, and that was five hours ago,” I argue, widening my eyes at her and wishing she’d surrender her stubbornness already. “Stop bein’ stubborn,” I giggle, and it only comes harder when her features fall into her famous pout, one that’s harder to resist given the circumstances. She’s just too bloody cute.

“Fine,” she sighs, blinking hard and soon yawning.

“Told ya yer tired, ya gotta listen t’ me sumtimes, cuz ‘m right.”

“No, you’re not,” she smirks, and I roll my eyes with a snicker.

“See ya soon, brat,” I chuckle as her eyes fall closed, pulling the blankets up past her shoulders and tucking them underneath her. The sight of her white arm cast will never get easier, I suspect, but who said that any part of this has gotten easier on Day Two? “‘ll be back inna hour, my sweet. Get some rest, and ‘ll see if tha nurse will let us have a cuddle when I get back. Sweet dreams, Becks.”

“Bye, Harry. Drive safe,” she drawls, words floating away from her as sleep nears her. “Come back.”

“I will, baby. Always,” I hum against her forehead, leaving one last kiss there. Straightening my back, my thumb remains glued to her cheek, only leaving to wipe away the tear that escapes from my eye. “I love you,” I whisper under my breath, taking the first step away from her.

I’ve always found it hard to walk away from her, but I couldn’t hate it more than I do in this very moment. It’s never frightened me so much to leave her, as it does now, seeing as I know how quickly things can change when one leaves.

“She’ll be okay, I’ll sit with her.”

Turning my head, I lose sight of Becks and find Skye waiting a few steps away with a book tucked into her hands.

“Thanks, keep me updated if erm, anythin’ happens.”

“It won’t, but I will, Harry. It’s okay,” she agrees aloud, but my eyes have already ran away from her and back to Becky. Over my shoulder, I can just make out the sounds of her soft snores outside the door of her room. I already miss her, and I haven’t even left her yet, I think as another tear races down my cheek. This keeps happening, I’ve found, but it doesn’t become any easier to leave. “The first time you’ve left her for more than ten minutes, huh?”

“Ya,” I croak, meeting her eyes through my blurry ones. Nodding at her, I lift my leaden feet to take another step. “Take care o’ her fo’ me.”

Her face is stuck in every place.

Memories flood my insides when I sink onto the cushions, my head in my hands as her laugh from only three days ago fills my ears. I can still feel the touch of her knitted jumper between my fingers from that night, the delicacy of her fingers swiping nailpolish over mine, and the sensation of her hands in my hair and her socked foot trailing up my leg underneath the kitchen table. These thoughts fill my head as I drag myself up the stairs, and although she didn’t venture up here that night, I can’t leave her down there. I remember the night she hauled my drunk ass home, even if it was years ago, and helped me into bed. That’s not even touching all of the nights I stared up at the ceiling, longing to hear her voice, and then the nights where I smiled up at it, knowing I’d hear it tomorrow and every day after that.

They threaten to never leave as my wrinkled suit falls to the floor of my bathroom, the sight feeling peculiar and welcomed all in one. Staring at it with a hazy sight, I toss it into the hamper, thinking of possibly burning it until I remember the first day we had at work together in it. Swallowing, the knot within my throat joins the pity party as the hot stream of water cascades down my body. I remain there under the scalding water, observing it disappear down the drain as it washes away the sadness pouring onto my cheeks.

The tears don’t disappear when wrapped in a towel, I sadly smile at the picture Skye sent of Becky smiling lying in bed.

Here’s a smile for you from Ree! She already misses you …. had a little nightmare again but she was okay and I was there. She’s asleep again now, and time for dinner soon. Take your time Harry, she’s ok xx

An onslaught of them now coat my cheeks - regret, anger, and sadness all balled into one being born inside of me at the thought of her waking up scared without me there. Sniffles and whimpers are all that leave me and fill my surroundings as I lay folded clothes inside of the biggest duffel bag I could find, as many joggers, jumpers, t-shirts, and beanies that I can fit before the zipper won’t zip. Only then, do I remember I need to pack other things. Unpacking a few pairs of socks and shirts, I stuff my bag of shower things into the side, chargers, my laptop Myles dropped off from work, deodorant, cologne, a random book I’d always meant to read, vitamins, random snacks, a favorite blanket from the linen closet, and my steel water bottle. I thread a pillow through its handles, glancing over to my unmade bed, missing the person who woke up in it on Monday morning, unbeknownst to the despair and misery that would soon kidnap his happiness.

Exhaling loudly, I drape the strap over my shoulder and begin my steps back to her. I’m coming back, Becks, like I always said I would.

Her soft sounds bounce around the room while the third Harry Potter hums in the background. Finding the remote on her bedside table, I click it off and drown the room in silence. With full hands, I take quiet steps over to her, a smile having already claimed my lips the moment I parked my car. Peace paints her face and I couldn’t be happier being back with my Becks, not wanting to leave her again, and hopefully not again until all of this shit is over.

Her slow breaths tickle my skin when I bend down to press a kiss to her forehead, welcomed by her vanilla scent. Her snoring continues to paint the air as I walk away briefly.

A soft tap! interrupts the absence when I set down the clear vase, swiftly rearranging the stems below me. I leave the small black box beside it and cross the room, leaving my heavy duffel bag on the floor beside the sofa and out of the way.

“Harry?” a voice rasps from behind me. Turning around, I find her little head of dark hair stirring.

“Shh, go back t’ sleep, bug,” I coo, sliding off my coat that I drape over the sofa.

“Are you back or am I dreaming?”

“‘m back, Becks, jus’ got here,” I answer her gently, making quick work of walking over to arrive at her side. “Hi,” I hum happily, feeling a warm jolt to my heart when a smile curls into her cheeks.

“Hi, Harry,” she giggles, a pink at last finding her cheeks.

“Hi, my love,” I smile, dipping down to carefully surround her with my arms and in the process, covering her with kisses. “I told ya I wouldn’t be gone mo’ than an hour. ‘m sorry ya hadda nightmare without me, I hope yer okay . . Hope ya still got some rest.”

“I’m okay, and I did. I’m glad you’re back, I missed you,” she whispers against my neck, pressing a lazy kiss there.

“I missed ya mo’.”

“No, I missed you more,” she argues, a giggle finishing her words. “Most . . I missed you most.”

“Fine, ‘ll give it t’ ya.”

“Good,” she smiles, resigned with success that I find when I pull away to look at her. Shock finds its way back to me at the once again sight of her bruises and stitches after an hour of forgetting them. “You smell good.”

“Why thank you, I took a shower.”

“You look comfy,” she adds on, taking hold of a string from my maroon Rolling Stones hoodie, toying with it between her fingers. The IV tubing dangling from it still sends jolts across my heart.

“I feel betta now, I can tell ya that.”

“Good,” she coos, playing with the second string now too. I can’t resist any longer and steal a random kiss from her lips, finding her blushing smile afterwards. “Aw, did you get me flowers? They’re purple!”

“‘Course they are, I had t’ get yer favourite color, babe,” I answer proudly, stepping away to grab the tall vase from her bedside table. “Looks like ya got a few mo’ since ‘ve been gone too. Ya sure are loved by many, Becks.”

“They’re beautiful.”

“Jus’ like sumbody I know, I wonder who that could be,” I comment teasingly, returning to her bedside to show her the vase of violet roses. “Honey, don’t cry, ‘s okay.”

“You’re so sweet, thank you,” she blubbers, tears flying from her eyes that she can’t wipe away fast enough. A long ‘aw’ jumps from my lips as I set the vase back down and return her to my arms.

“Yer welcome, anythin’ fo’ me girl. I saw all tha flowers you were gettin’ and figured it took me long enough t’ get ya some.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t have to,” she hiccups into my neck, finding holdings on the back of my jumper where she clings to me.

“Yes, I did, and I wanted t’ . . Reckon I should wait on yer present so ya don’t cry anymo’.”

“A present?!” she whispers excitedly, and my giggle soon finds a friend in hers.

Moving away, I leave her with yet another forehead kiss, wiping surprise tears from my own eyes. I catch the budding ones that fall from her waterline before grabbing the little box beside her flowers. ‘Ooo’s and ‘awww’s fill my ears when I open the box and slide the simple gemstone bracelet onto her wrist.

“I saw it and thought o’ you right away, jus’ like with tha flowers. I hope ya like it, seein’ how ‘s purple and all,” I say, pulling on the two ends of the string to tighten it.

“I love it, Harry,” she croaks, tears catching on her words as she stares down at the shades of lavender, cream, and violet claiming her skin.

“Perfect.” With a chuckle, I find my way into her arms after she tugged on my hoodie strings.

“I betta tie those things up, seein’ you already know how t’ use ‘em. ‘s a bit scary really,” I titter against the top of her head, smoothing back her hair. Profuse ‘thank you’s scatter the air, and I feel a stitch begin to heal my heart, ever so slowly. Her tears aren’t alone as I sniffle above her, my arms wound around her shoulders ever so gently.

“Alright?” she mumbles, and a bittersweet smile joins the party.

“Ya, ‘m alright if yer alright, Becks . . Are you?”

“Yes, I always am if you’re there.”

“Me too, babe, me too,” I hiccup, the tears coming hot and fast now, falling into her hair. Always.

Yawning, voices trickle over as the door to the bathroom shuts behind me. Carding a hand through my hair, I follow the familiar sounds until I’m back by the family room scattered with chairs. Now, blankets, bags, and fast food wrappers claim the tables next to Skye, Robbie, Chuck, Asher, and a tall, blonde woman I don’t recognize.

I’m spotted and soon waved over by Asher, “Hey, how’s she doing? Did she eat all of her dinner?”

“She’s good, restin’ now, and almost all o’ it. Didn’t care fer tha green peas tho’, but I dunno how she can’t like ‘em,” I grin jokingly, but it doesn’t remain as my eyes follow the unfamiliar woman standing beside Robbie. “D’ya know who that ‘s?” I ask him, turning to meet his eyes, but they fall away, only hinting at the danger that’s brewing.

“Hi, I don’t believe we’ve met. You are . . ?” the strange lady says, stepping forward with her arm stretched out. A long brown sweater covers her body clad in black jeans and a frilly blouse. The slope of her button nose and slightly oval face quickly piece together the puzzle pieces for me, and I know. “I’m Becky’s mum, Kate. Are you her boyfriend, or something?” she laughs jokingly.

“Ya, I am actually,” I answer coolly, hesitantly shaking her hand while struggling to make eye contact with the very person I’ve heard so many awful things about. Yet, I can see Becks in her, perhaps only hints of her, but I see them. “‘Scuse me,” I mumble, stepping away and with pounding steps, I find Skye perusing the magazines on the shelf against the wall.

“I need t’ talk t’ you,” I tell her flatly, stopping at her side.

“What do you want, Cosmo, Bon Appetit, GQ, Rolling Sto-,” she jokes, flipping her faded blue hair over her shoulder, brunette roots bleeding into the off white.

“No, I don’t want a bloody magazine. What tha fook were you thinkin’ tellin’ Becky’s mum t’ come here?” the question explodes off my lips, and I find it a feat to keep the words between the two of us. Her eyebrows near her hairline and she forgets the magazines, turning to face me.

Arms crossed over her chest clad in a 90’s Rugrats jumper, her features fall into a crouch as I wait for words to leave her, “Ree said that she could come, we asked her.”

“What tha fook ‘s wrong with you lot, askin’ her ‘bout that while I was gone?!” I retort, a hand escaping my pocket to help me do the talking.

“She’s not just yours, Harry, you know that?” she spits back, shaking her head in disbelief, it seems.

“No shit, Sherlock, but how in tha hell did ya think that was a good idea? Huh, where were you when her mum exploded on her all o’ those times at work, callin’ me bloody office t’ speak with her ‘cuz she was ignorin’ her phone, or jus’ a few weeks ago, huh?” I ask adamantly, searching for the answer in her cold blue eyes.

“No, I wasn’t there, but I was there for almost every other time, Harry. I was there comforting her after every row all throughout primary, secondary, and then on. She’s my best friend too, Harry, so don’t you even talk to me about being there for her, because you can’t fucking talk,” Skye retaliates, the words hitting me in the gut, but my mission propels me forward.

“That’s not tha fookin’ point, you should bloody know afta bein’ here tha last two days that she’s nowhere near ready t’ see her mum, Skye. She was inna bloody car wreck - she has a concussion, had emergency surgery, and ‘s on a handful o’ drugs that keep her from thinkin’ straight. Befo’ I left, I told her where I was goin’ and not even two minutes later, she couldn’t rememba what ‘d said. She’s not in her right mind, Skye, so how d’ya think it was okay t’ bloody ask her if her abusive mother could come t’ visit? Yer s’posed t’ be on her side, Skye, on Becks’ side,” I snap, and the fire still resides in my chest when I turn away to stomp down the hall.

I wish I knew how to fix this, because I know that I’ll have to be the one who has to. I wish so fucking badly that I knew how to fix Becks, and I don’t, and I’m all the further away now.

Crack.

I feel it inside of my ribs when I stop in her doorway, finding her eyes pointed towards the small flatscreen mounted to the wall. My throat becomes a sister to the Sahara rather quickly, and I can’t blink away the tears fast enough, because she notices me within moments. Under the spell of prescription drugs and painkillers, and she still has that feeling of hers down pat.

“Hi, honeybug,” I rasp, failing to swallow my pain and all of the words that I’m hurting to say.

“Where’d that nickname come from?” she grins, forgetting the Marvel movie on the television.

“I dunno, ‘cuz yer my bug and yer so goddamn sweet,” I explain to her, sitting down on the patch of unclaimed bed beside her.

“Alright?” she questions, dark eyebrows falling into a line. I can’t find the words and my name falls from her mouth next. I’m sure that if I looked at her heart rate monitor, it would have picked up by now due to concern.

“No,” I finally mutter, freeing my bottom lip that had become trapped between my teeth. Kneading my prickly chin with my thumb and forefinger, I have to look away from the worry harming her face. A warm tear begins a waterfall on mine, and to my surprise, she wicks it away with her thumb.

“Tell me,” she says coolly, cradling my cheek in her hands. Yet, it doesn’t make it any easier to say the next few words I know that I need to speak. Bittersweetness coats my tongue as she holds me in her hands and roots me there to the spot with those azul eyes that fill my dreams.

“Yer mum’s here,” I confess softly, forcing the words until they come tumbling out.

The shock and misery that debilitate her features at my words is next to nothing when we both hear the words that enter the room, “Hi, bunny.” I don’t need to turn around, because Becky’s face tells me all that I need to know, that her mum is already here.

“No,” Becks mutters, eyes glassy with an army of tears. Her head shakes quickly from side to side, and her hand falls from my face to clutch mine with dear life. “Harry, please no.”

“‘m so sorry, bug, it wasn’t me. I promise, I promise,” I confess tearfully, leaving her side to stand. If I had wanted to take another step, she wouldn’t let me, because my hand begins to hurt from how hard she’s holding onto it.

“Hi, Becky, it’s mum.”

“No, no, no, no,” Becky exclaims before me, emotions flying from her blues that beg at mine, sobs shaking her chest.

“Please leave, she d-doesn’t want you here,” I plead, lifting my head to find her mother walking around her bed to the other side.

“Excuse me? She’s my daughter, I-,” she begins, but Becky’s onslaught of ‘no’s pierce the air, threatening to never leave. My other hand comes to cover our joined pair, massaging circles into her skin where the IV doesn’t live.

“She doesn’t want you here, can’t you see that?!” I exclaim, stepping forward and closer to Becks, unsure of what more I can do. The only thing I can think of is to grab her by the shoulders and make her leave, but more than one reason refutes that, including the fact that Becks won’t let me leave.

“She’s upset and tired, she doesn’t know what she wants,” she, whatever her name is again, contends with emotion twisting her features into confusion. Swiftly, the hints of Becky are gone in her and the fear she finds in her mother’s face is shared with me and with those darkening eyes. “She is my daughter and I can-.”

“Harry, make her leave, please!” Becks shouts below me, head going from side to side in denial, and sobs stabbing at my ears.

“What’s going on here?” another voice demands, and already two days in, I know that it’s the day nurse, Shannon. Words flee her mother and I, while Becky’s insistent ‘no’s surround us. “Who are you?”

“I’m her mother, I’m here to see my daughter, Becky,” she insists from across me, reaching out a hand to touch Becks that she shrinks away from. Another crack resounds in my chest at the sound of her sobs growing louder.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to leave, you’re upsetting her too much,” Shannon announces emphatically, mentioning something about Becky’s vitals rising, only now drawing my eyes to the neon numbers. I wouldn’t have noticed it, although I try to tell myself that I would have eventually, but she’s right. Becky’s pulse is well over one-hundred, and her blood pressure is reaching dangerous numbers, and my heart picks up speed behind my ribs. I’m rather sure if I was hooked up to one of those, they wouldn’t look too good, either, with what’s going on. “Please leave before I call security.”

Relief doesn’t find me for several minutes, and it takes twice as long to arrive for Becks who still whimpers below me, the tears nowhere near stopping. The ones waiting in my dugout finally answer their call when the nurse mentions giving her something to calm down.

“No, I got it, jus’ gimme a few minutes. I can get her t’ calm down,” I insist tearfully, swallowing against a desert while rainfall covers my cheeks, and hers. “Hey, ‘s okay, baby, ‘s okay. Deep breaths, ‘kay?” I coo to Becky, but I’m well aware of the lack of conviction in my voice.

“Is she gone?” she cries and I nod quickly.

“She’s gone, bug, and ‘ll make sure she won’t come back, I promise. You don’t hafta worry.”

“I don’t wanna see her,” Becks confesses with a hiccup. Lifting my hand from our intertwined pair, I comb back her dark waves that nudge at her eyes.

“I know, Becks, I know. She’s gone,” I hum, catching her tears with the slick pad of my thumb before going back to stroking her hair.

“Why was she . . ?”

“I dunno, bug, there was a misunderstandin’,” I answer her, unsure of my words and every single thing that I do. I’m unsure if it helps, but I know that there’s nothing I’d rather be doing in this moment. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, even in my ignorant dreams.

“It wasn’t you, I know you wouldn’t,” she cries, shaky breaths escaping her lips when I ask her to take deep breaths with me.

“No, ‘d neva invite her, Becks. I dunno her name even.”

“Thank you,” she says with a hard gulp, with no allusion to what for, but I know. The hair stroking isn’t making a difference, because the tears are still coming at a record speed and I’m lost for words, and everything else too.

“Will you cuddle me, p-please? Feels like I c-can’t breathe,” she almost wails, her pained face dissolving with the words that she speaks.

“‘Course, bug, ‘m so sorry . . Keep takin’ deep breaths, I know you can do it, baby. ‘m right here . . in and out, that’s it. Keep goin’,” I tell her, toeing off my Vans that I wore for her whilst picking the oxygen cannula back up to thread into her nose. “Scooch over, Becks, don’t wanna hurt ya.”

A few more tendrils of relief find their way to me when she’s back in my arms, and I couldn’t care less what the nurse has to say, because nothing could feel more right than this. I’m only confirmed of that when she wiggles her way into my arms almost immediately and her head finds my chest, the tears soon wetting the fabric.

“Can you sing it to me?” Becks requests and an instant confirmation fills the air.

“Wise men say only fools rush in,” I begin, my fingers dancing through her hair and my lips leaving kiss after kiss atop her head. With my mouth ghosting over her hair, my eyes wander to the heart rate monitor. As the song paints the air around us, I watch as the numbers slowly start to fall while her crying quiets.

Only moments after finishing the last line of the song and for the second time, do her snores fall against my chest, and can I finally breathe. I lie there, counting the freckles scattered across her creamy white skin and wait for the tears to at last leave my eyes. Carefully, I move my body away from hers and lay her head down on the pillow, lastly draping the blankets over her sleeping body.

“‘ll be right back, I gotta go and keep me promise,” I whisper against her cheek, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear naked of earrings. My footsteps only begin after pressing a kiss to her cheek, assuring myself I’ll be back within moments to give her another.

The nurse shoots me a quick smile on my way out as I make quick work of the tears, and silent words pass between us albeit for the quiet ‘thank you’ and ‘good job’ she rewards me with.

“You might be my favourite, even though you’re not supposed to be getting into that bed with her,” she grins, her ponytail bobbing as she shakes her head at me jokingly. “You lot sure have a connection, so don’t be going anywhere for too long, she might miss you too much.”

“Thanks, I won’t be gone long. I uh, jus’ gotta go make sure o’ sumthin’.”

“That mum of hers, I hope?” she wonders aloud, turning her body towards me ever so slightly in her olive green scrubs.

A nod of mine answers her words and her ‘good luck’ rings in my ears as I walk away, glancing over my shoulder one last time at Becks, searching for a strength that I need. She’s never disappointed me when I look for it in her, whether it was years ago when she pulled me out of my shell, helped me through my granddad’s death, or just the other night when I found my way back to her and never left. This isn’t one of those dire times, but I know that she needs me to do this for her, no matter the absence of her question.

I’m uncertain if I’m surprised to see the strange figure standing in the family room, or the tension already electric in the air when I arrive. It only worsens when a few of them turn around to look at me, and the blame falls away instantly when Chuck and Robbie’s faces plummet at the sight of mine. It all wads into a ball and is thrown at her when the anger builds on hers.

“You need t’ leave,” I announce, a sniffle worming its way into my words. I couldn’t care less about the sight of my red-rimmed eyes or the tears that fall from them now. All I hope is that my many years in law will pay off for this argument that I so desperately need to win. “It wasn’t a good idea t’ come, she doesn’t want you here. I think that’s rather obvious from what jus’ happened.”

Her features crease into that of a bulldog, ready to pounce, but I was ready for this before I even stepped foot in this room. “What do you know, being her new boyfriend and all? You hardly even know her, I reckon . . She’s my daughter and she almost died,” she insists with a spiteful grin sticking to her lips.

“What’s that matta? Ya weren’t there fer her when she was alive, so why’d ya come now?” I spit out, and am instantly rewarded with the image of the words slapping her in the face. “I do know what’s bloody best fo’ her, and what’s best fo’ her right now ‘s fer you t’ leave and not come back. She doesn’t want you here, I dunno how many times I gotta fookin’ say it. She’s been thru’ hell and back, and ‘s tryna figure out what tha bloody hell this new life ‘s and how t’ function again whilst bein’ on several meds and stuck inna hospital bed. Let her bloody rest so she can get betta and heal, if ya even care ‘bout her ya’d leave her be t’ get betta,” I sigh, turning on my heel to place my back to them. Her fiery gaze beats against my neck as I let the tears fall, not bothering to clean them up, because I can only deal with one mess at a time.

“Who the fuck was that, and who does he think he is?” she retorts, seemingly more to herself and those around her than to myself, her voice only a ghost now.

“That’s Harry,” Chuck answers, something shining through in his voice that I can’t quite decipher.

“Harry? You mean her boss, Harry?” Kate responds, taken aback.

“No, right now that’s Harry. Her best friend and boyfriend, Harry,” he tells her, and I think I hear it finally, just rounding the corner. It accompanies the chuckle that floats down the hallway after me.

It’s pride.

The very same feeling glues itself to me as I take long steps back to her, thoroughly aware of how much better it feels to come back to her than it is to leave her. Even in her sleep, she seems to retain that feeling of hers amidst all of the drugs, because when I sit down next to her, I watch those pretty eyes open.

“Harry.”

“Hi, honeybug. Go back t’ sleep, everything’s okay, yer mum’s gone,” I tell her, cradling her cheek in my hand, because I’m sure that if my words somehow hadn’t done it, that Chuck will make sure of her exit.

“Okay,” she sighs softly, her eyelids fluttering closed. I lean over her and press whispers of kisses to her eyelids, leading me to find that dimple like a ghost in her left cheek. “Harry?”

“What ‘s it, bug? Ya need yer rest, ‘s almost bedtime,” I hum, settling back onto the chair. My eyes fall from her when a warmth finds my hand now, and I smile at the appearance of her hand lacing with mine.

“I love you,” she whispers, and everything stills around me, and inside of me. My head snaps up and over to her calm exterior that soon blurs in front of me as a breathy laugh coats my lips.

“I love you too, Becks,” I return quickly, tears adorning my words and leaving them to break in the air.

The dimple remains alive in her cheek when her eyes creak open and meet mine briefly before I steal a kiss from her lips. So, it wasn’t a fluke the other night, afterall. Hmm.

“Get some sleep, ‘ll be here when ya wake up,” I coo against her hair, cradling her head with my hand.

“You too,” she yawns, closing her eyes and wiggling around in the bed, and I swear that I couldn’t have seen something more beautiful in all of my days. She just keeps surprising me though, and making me wonder how she could ever become more gorgeous, or more importantly, how I could ever come to love her more.

I know that tomorrow she’ll change that, and the day after that, and after that, when my heart will grow another size to love her a little bit more.

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Three’s Company: Chapter 3 || Erik Killmonger x Adonis Creed x Black!OC

A/N: Sorry this is so late!!!! I’m currently on vacation but here it is! I made it super long and filled you smut for you guys!!!! ENJOY!

Words: 5.1k (Long AF but you’ll love every word!)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (A LOTTTTTT)

Georgia’s POV

I woke up the next morning, wrapped in Erik’s arms. He slept so peacefully, his lips parted slightly and his chest rising and falling softly. I leaned in and kissed his lips. He stayed asleep so I kissed him again, deeply. I straddled him, not breaking our kiss and grinded on his naked body. A minute later, he was awake kissing me back and fully hard. He pushed himself into me and I moaned loudly. I rode him hard, feeling my orgasm nearing.

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum!” I moaned.

Then my fucking phone started to ring.

“Mother fucker!” I shouted.

“Let it go to voicemail,” Erik whined. I reached over and looked at the caller ID.

“It’s my friend Madison. She never showed up last night. I should take this.”

“Well, I’m not stopping. You not bouta give me blue balls,” he laughed. “I’m gettin’ my nut.” I swiped answer and held the phone to my ear.

“Hello?”

“Okay, first I’m sorry that I was so late to the bar but ya ass wasn’t even there when I arrived!” She whined.

“So you got to the bar?” I asked as Erik sat up with me still straddling his lap.

“Bitch, not only did I get there, I met this fine ass chocolate nigga who took me back to his hotel suite!” She moaned into the receiver. “This nigga blew my fucking back out! Holy shit! I snuck out of the hotel early this morning before he could wake up!” Erik reached down and rubbed my clit making me cry out. “Um… You good?”

“Yeah, I’m just– Fuck! Right there!”

“BITCH ARE YOU GETTING FUCKED RIGHT NOW?!” She laughed.

“Imma call you back!” I hissed throwing my phone on the floor. I pulled Erik’s dreads and rode him harder. “Fuck, Erik! Daddy, Yes!” I came hard and he followed seconds after me. His wet lips traced my neck and he looked me in the eyes.

“Good morning to you too,” he grinned.

We had a lazy Sunday. We ordered take out, closed all the blinds, and watched movies all day… Not to mention all the incredible sex we had. I was so fucking pissed that I had to get up for work on Monday. Erik and I walked out of my brownstone, Monday at 8 am. I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked into his eyes.

“I don’t wanna go to work,” I frowned.

“Nah, none of that. You gotta go secure that bag, Princess,” he advised me.

“When can I see you again? You said you weren’t in town for long,” I reminded him.

“That’s true… I did say that. But who knows?”

“What changed?” A smile crept on my face.

“Maybe someone gave me a reason to stay,” he shrugged. I tiptoed and kissed him deeply.

“I’ll call you tonight?”

“You better.” He gave my ass a slap before hopping in his Uber. I got in my car and drove to work feeling like I was on clouds. I clocked in and sat at my desk, still grinning like an idiot when Madison rushed over, with a mischievous smile.

“Who’s Erik?” She winked. My eyes widened.

“What?” I asked.

“You never hung up the phone yesterday, and I heard y’all fucking!” She cackled. “Who is he?!”

“I’ve told you about Erik… You know? My childhood boyfriend? We were in foster care together, we lost our virginities to each other-”

“BITCH, YOU MEAN 50 SECOND ERIK?!” She laughed. I groaned, covering my face.

“I can assure you, he lasts a lot longer than 50 seconds now,” I winked. We both laughed as someone cleared their throat behind Madison. She moved out of the way and there stood Adonis, holding a stack of papers. I had completely forgotten about Donnie and our… Exploits. Our falling out hadn’t even crossed my mind after I reconnected with Erik.

“Can you make 5 copies of this for me, please?” He asked handing me the paper.

“That’s my cue to leave,” Madison excused herself. “We’ll talk later.” She walked away and I took the papers from Donnie and went over to the machine. He came around the desk to the copier.

“I’ve been texting and calling since yesterday morning,” he said in a hushed voice.

“Sorry. I was… busy,” I smirked, reminiscing about my weekend with Erik.

“Gigi, I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you,” he pleaded. “I had a great time Friday-”

“Are you sure you should be talking to me here? Wouldn’t wanna risk you not getting that promotion.”

“Actually, I got the promotion…”

“Well, whoop-de-fucking-do!” I rolled my eyes. “Excuse the fact that I’m not jumping for joy-”

“But not before I told HR about us.” He added. I stopped making copies and looked at him.

“You… You what? You told HR about us?!” I hissed. “Without telling me?!”

“If I’m not mistaken, you got mad that I didn’t say anything, and now that I have, you’re still upset? That’s why I kept trying to call you. If you’d listen to any of the voicemails I left, you would’ve known.”

I took a deep breath.

“Look, Donnie,” I sighed. “I really wish you hadn’t because-” He pressed his lips to mine and I felt a warmness go through my legs, turning them to jelly. “I… Um. I-I-I don’t know if I feel the same way…”

“Well, maybe I can help you remember,” he whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine. I felt my panties dampen.

“I… um, maybe,” I stammered.

“I got my own office now. It’s across from the break room. So if you change ya mind, you can come by on your break… And I’ll show you exactly what this mouth can do,” he bit my earlobe lightly before getting his papers from the copier and retreating from my desk. I was actually sweating. Fuck fuck fuck! What do I do? My heart and vagina started arguing.

Vagina: Adonis went and told HR about you, plus you’ve liked him since FOREVER!

Heart: But Erik’s your one true love, Georgia!

Vagina: Erik isn’t here, now is he?

Heart: Fuck you slut. You’re gonna be the reason that I break again!

Vagina: Um, who tf was thinking about love? I’m tryna get ate so… Let’s go ride his face, G.

Brain: No! Jesus, Georgia! Stop thinking with your cooch and your heart and start thinking with your head! You shouldn’t have any more sexual contact with either of these guys until you figure out what to do! Do I make myself clear?!

Georgia: Okay, fine. Whatever.

*3 Hours later*

“Fuck, Donnie, I’m cumming!” I cried out. I was laid out flat on Adonis’ desk while he knelt on the floor, tongue deep in my pussy. “Yes! FUCK!” I came and he lapped up every drop. He stood up from the floor, unzipped his pants and thrusted into me.

“Shit, baby!” He hissed. “Less than 2 days and you had me craving ya fucking pussy!” He kept me flat on the desk but brought my legs up so that my calves rested on his shoulders as he pounded into me. My legs were already numb from my weekend with Erik and this was making whatever feeling I currently had faded away. “I’m cummin’!”

“Me too,” I managed to gasp. He grabbed me by my throat and pulled me up to meet his lips. Once I came, he grunted and pulled out of me, jerking his dick hard. He let out a groan as he came on my thigh. I grabbed some memos off his desk and wiped off the cum that started to run down my leg. He pulled me close to him, kissing my nose.

“So, I’m forgiven?” He grinned.

“You’re on thin ice,” I corrected him, pulling my skirt back down.

“Oh, word? Thin ice?” He laughed. “What I gotta do to get back on your good side? Fuck you back here?” He asked grabbing my ass. My mind started drifting to the thought of him pounding my ass. He noticed the look on my face and raised his eyebrows. “Seriously?” I nodded slowly biting my lip. “Aight. You ain’t gotta tell me twice.” And I hiked my skirt back up and laid over his desk.

***

I ran over to Madison’s desk after Donnie and I were done… Again.

“I need to talk to you!” I pleaded. She put her hand over her mouth piece.

“I’m with a client, Georgia,” she informed me.

“I just had sex with Donnie in his new office! TWICE!” I hissed. Her eyes popped out her head.

“Mrs. Hernandez, I’m going to have to transfer you call to my associate Adam,” she spoke in her ‘Becky’ voice. She pressed a button. “ADAM! YOU HAVE A CALL!” She shouted to him before pulling me around her desk, and sitting me across from her. “First of all, WHAT?!” I nodded my head in shame, covering my face. “Bitch, what about Erik?”

“That’s why I’m freaking out!” I groaned. “I’ve liked Donnie for years! He’s kind, I met his mother, and he put his ass on the line by telling HR about us. On the other hand, I’ve been in love with Erik since I was 14! I thought that spark went out years ago, but it was like we were never apart, Madison! Teenage Georgia came out and fell in love with him all over again! I don’t know what to do! This is terrible!”

“Um… Bitch. This is like… The OPPOSITE of a problem!” Madison raised an eyebrow. “You have two FOINE ass niggas in ya back pocket and you’re stressing for what?? Who says you have to choose between them?” I looked up at her.

“What? You’re not serious! Tell me you’re not serious!”

“I’m as serious as a heart attack! It’s the 21st century, Gigi! Why do you need to pick one?” Was she seriously making me consider dating them both?… Yes she was.

“Will you sleepover tonight? We can call in sick tomorrow like we used to do!” I squealed.

“Why wait until tomorrow? Cough cough, bitch. I’m sick, now.”

***

We got off of work and headed straight to my house. We bought a bunch of junk food to stock up my refrigerator then turned on a scary movie and started pigging out when my phone rang.

“Hello?” I answered without looking.

“So, I was sitting here, minding my own business and I started thinkin’ about ya pussy,” Erik said into the receiver. “And now I’m hard. So, Imma need you to slide through and come take care of this.”

“Hmm, is that all I am to you, Erik?” I smirked. “A sex toy?”

“More like sex bunny,” he laughed. “But nah Georgie, you know I got love for you, Princess. Listen, my cousins are havin’ a small get together and I want you here. I wanna show you off.”

“My friend, Madison is actually over so-”

“Bitch, don’t let me get in the way of you getting ya back blown out!” Madison hissed from next to me.

“Yeah, listen to her!” Erik chimed in. “But seriously, bring her. We got food and drinks. She’ll have a fun time.”

“Did he just say there’ll be drinks?” She whispered to me. I nodded. “The fuck we still doin’ here sober, Gigi?! Let’s be out!”

***

We got dressed and took an Uber to Erik’s hotel. I walked to the front desk.

“Excuse me,” I said to the concierge. “I’m looking for Erik Stevens’ suite. I believe he’s in the penthouse.��

“I’m sorry, I can’t give out guests’ information,” she said, not looking up from the computer.

“Well, he’s in the penthouse so if we can just go up-”

“I’m sorry, our penthouse is checked in by very important guests,” she taunted, finally looking up at me. “I doubt your friend is checked in at this hotel.”

“Listen, Becky,” Madison hissed stepping forward. “Unless you want my foot up ya ass, I suggest you stop with the indirects and start making sense.”

“Really? You’re gonna call me Becky?” The concierge snapped. “You people always want to play the race card! But if I called you Precious, it would be all over the news!”

“The fuck you just say?” Madison yelled.

I texted Erik immediately and let him know that we were downstairs and how disrespectful this bitch was. The elevator opened 2 minutes later and Erik got off, lookin like a whole ass meal. Concierge Cathy bit her lip and unbuttoned her top button. She stood up and flipped her hair. I stood up and kissed him deeply, making sure to keep eye contact with the concierge.

“You good, baby?” He asked holding my waist.

“I’m great,” I smiled.

“Mr. Stevens!” The Concierge interrupted. “I hope everything is well-”

“Uh, Yeah, Fine. Why aren’t you letting my guests upstairs?” He snapped. Her face dropped.

“I-I-I apologize sir!” She stuttered. “I didn’t know they were your guests.”

“Bullshit! We told you twice!” Madison scoffed.

“I’ll let it slide this time, but if you ever disrespect any of my guests again, I’ll have ya fuckin’ job. We clear?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m so sorry sir.”

“Wait,” Madison raised her eyebrows. “We just gonna ignored the fact that this bitch called me ‘Precious?’”

“She called you what?!” Erik screeched. He turned to the concierge who looked pale and sickly. “Nah. It’s clipped for you. Turn in ya uniform.”

“Mr. Stevens, please! I’m sorry-”

“You have 15 minutes to get off my cousin’s property,” Erik warned her. “Or imma throw ya ass out myself. Pack ya shit, bitch. Ya done!” She scrambled to the back in tears as I turned to Erik in shock.

“That was so sexy,” I whispered, kissing him hard.

“I just don’t tolerate disrespect,” he reassured me.

“Um, pause, rewind, play. Your cousin owns this hotel?” Madison asked.

“He and my friend do. You must be Madison. I’m Erik,” he extended his hand.

“Trust me, I know. I recognized your voice immediately from when I called Gigi on the phone while you were rearranging her guts,” Madison grinned. I slapped my palm to my forehead as Erik laughed.

“Let’s head upstairs. T’s waiting for me to come back.” Erik ushered us into the elevator. He swiped his key and hit the 30th floor button, taking us all the way to the top. Once the doors opened, Madison and I dropped our jaws.

“‘Small get together’ my ass,” I hissed to Erik as we got off the elevator. There were about 100 people in the penthouse, waiters with white gloves handed out drinks, there was a sushi/seafood bar in one corner, a hot food buffet in the other. “Erik… What is this?”

“My cousins are hosting a few diplomats for this charity event. I wanted you to be my date,” he explained.

“Are those crab legs over there?” Madison gasped. “Girl, you know where I’ll be if you need me.” And she ran over to the seafood bar. Erik snaked his arm around my waist and led me into the party. Terrence and Sam were talking to– I choked on my champagne and pulled Erik back.

“That’s Tony fucking Stark!” I gasped.

“Yeah, I kinda wanna punch that dude in the face,” Erik rolled his eyes. “He’s an asshole.”

“He’s a rich asshole!”I corrected. He leaned into my ear.

“T’s richer,” Erik informed me. We stood next to them and Erik cleared his throat.

“Mr. Stark, you remember my cousin, Erik,” Terrence said.

“Yes, of course. And who is your beautiful guest?” Tony asked.

“This is my girl, Georgia,” Erik introduced me. My body tingled at those words…. That we, of course, needed to discuss. Tony kissed my hand making Erik frown.

“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Stark,” I tried not to squeal.

“The pleasure is all mine, Georgia,” he winked. “You are gorgeous, I must say…” I blushed as Erik scowled. “If you ever find yourself in New York, please, give me a call.” Erik was now livid and opened his mouth to say something but Terrence stopped him.

“Erik!” He interjected. “Walk away.”

“But-”

“Hamb ‘umshiye!” He hissed. Erik clenched his teeth, put his hand in the small of my back and walked us away.

“I should’ve punched that nigga in his mouth,” he growled. “The fuck he think he is?! He ain’t shit without that fuckin’ suit. I’ll beat a nigga’s ass!” I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“You called me your girl,” I grinned. “When did this happen?” He bent down to earshot.

“The moment you let me nut in ya pussy,” he whispered. “Now if I’m not mistaken, I invited you over so you could help me deal with an issue…” He pulled me closer to him, pressing his erection against my crotch. I moaned softly as he moved his hands to my ass and we moved to the music playing. “Lemme take you upstairs and pump you full of-”

“GEORGIA!” Madison’s loud ass screeched from behind us. Erik groaned and let go of me. Madison ran over to us and grabbed my arm. “He’s here! Holy fuck, he’s here!”

“Who? Who’s here?” I asked annoyed.

“The nigga from the club!” She gasped. “You know, the nigga who brought me back to his hotel, blew my spine out, and I left before he woke up? HIM! He’s here!” She pointed to the bar to where-

“Martin?!” Erik laughed. “Wait-! Shit! You’re the girl he was tellin us about?”

“Bitch, what do I do? I need to get up out of here! We need to go!” She whined.

“Go? Bitch, we just got here!” I protested. “I ain’t tell you to leave him, hoe! If you wanna go then go.”

“Bitch, fuck you-”

“Madison,” Martin’s voice said from behind us. We turned and looked. “And Georgia. What a nice surprise. It’s good to see you again.”

“You too,” I said politely. He looked at Madison.

“I think when I last saw you, you were sneaking out of my room, shoes in one hand, pants in the other,” he smirked.

“Look… I’m sorry about that,” she sighed. “It’s just… A long story.”

“Well… If you want, I have time,” he smiled and offered up his arm. She gave him a smile then they went off.

“Aww, they cute,” I grinned. “I ship them.”

“You what?” Erik asked.

“Um. Nothing. Now… You was sayin’ somethin’ bout pumpin’ me full of something…” I purred. He gripped my ass hard and bent down to kiss me on the lips. However, our moment was cut short by-

“Erik?” Sam walked up.

“On God, if one more person interrupts us-” Erik rolled his eyes.

“Sorry but I thought you might like to know that brother invited your ex,” she explained.

“He did what?!” Erik hissed.

“Yeah… He forgot that things ended badly between you two. I only say this because-”

“Erik!”

We both looked up to see a gorgeous woman and her date standing in front of us.

“O-M-G! I knew that was you!” She tiptoed and hugged him… For too long, might I add.

“Candace! Devin!” Erik raised his eyebrows. “Wow.. It’s been… A minute.”

“It has! I miss you so much!” She squealed. “We have to catch up soon, yeah? Let’s get brunch next Saturday! You look good…” I felt myself getting angry.

“Ahem,” I cleared my throat in an over dramatic way.

“Oh, shit. My bad. This is my girl, Georgia,” Erik introduced. The smile on Candace’s face faded a bit but she turned to me.

“Hi! I’m Candace!” She said. “Me and Erik go wayyyy back!”

“We go farther,” I smirked. Erik cleared his throat and looked at Devin.

“So, what’s been goin on wit you man?” Erik asked. Devin rolled his eyes and looked at Candace.

“Look, we just stopped by for a minute. We got other places to be, so…”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s cool. It was great seeing you guys-”

“Uh-huh,” Devin said, taking Candace’s arm and walking out the door. Erik groaned and led my up the spiral staircase to one of the rooms within the penthouse. He closed the door and locked it. I sat on the bed.

“Well… That was awkward,” he half laughed.

“Running into an ex is always awkward,” I stated. “She seemed happy to see you, though. Sayin you looked good, tryna make plans, flirting with you as if I wasn’t standing right there!”

“Who? Candy? Nah, she just-”

“Oh word? She’s Candy, now? Bet,” I folded my arms.

“Georgie, you got it all wrong… Candace isn’t my ex,” he sighed sitting down next to me. “Devin is.” My eyebrows could’ve gotten lost in my hairline by how high they jumped up.

“D-Devin… Is your ex?” I asked. “…So you’re-”

“Bisexual? Yeah, I am,” he nodded. “That’s not a problem, right?”

“Why would that be a problem?”

“Girls are weird about it after they find out,” he shrugged. “Thinkin’ I’m gay n shit. Like, damn! Y’all ain’t think I was gay when I was rearrangin’ ya guts! That’s why I stopped tellin’ people. Me and Devin broke up because he got insecure every time I talked to a girl just because his last nigga left him for some bitch. And he looked okay tonight until I introduced you as my girl… He also had an issue with me being bit…” He took a deep breath then looked over at me. “You sure you’re good? It don’t bother you or nothin’?”

“It doesn’t bother me,” I shook my head. “…I actually think it’s kinda hot…” Erik raised an eyebrow. “Like… Really hot…” I slid my jacket off and straddled him.

“Yeah?” He panted, moving his hand to my waist.

“Yeah,” I bit his lower lip. “I don’t know why but thinkin’ about you with another man… Fuck… It makes me wet…” I led his hand up my dress to my panties. He pulled them aside and slid his finger along my slit, collecting my wetness on his finger.

“Shit…” He hissed.

“So I need you to hurry the fuck up and undress me because a bitch needs to be dicked down, now!”

“You ain’t gotta tell me twice!” He insisted, finding the zipper of my dress and yanking it down. I whispered in Erik’s ear that I wanted to be dirty whore fucked so I got fully naked and just unzipped the front of his pants. He turned me over, face down ass up on the bed, and immediately slammed into me. “Shit baby… This what you need?” I moaned in response and he pulled me up by my hair and grabbed my throat, hard. “Bitch, I asked you a fuckin’ question! This what you need?”

“Yes,” I moaned and he squeezed harder.

“Yes who?”

“Yes, daddy!” I croaked.

“That’s what I fuckin’ thought!” He threw me back onto the bed and pounded me relentlessly. Tears were forming in my eyes from the immense pleasure he was giving me. I was cumming within seconds. As my legs shook uncontrollably from the violent orgasm ripping through me, I repeatedly slapped the sheets on the bed trying to let Erik know I needed a break.

“Erik- Daddy, fuck… I can’t! I can’t!” I shook my head, slapping the sheets faster. He slowed down.

“What? You tappin out already? Nah, what happened to allat mouth a few minutes ago?” He laughed. “Uh-uh, Princess, you gettin this dick. You betta take that shit!” And he started back with the hard, deep strokes. “Yeah, take that dick! You takin that dick so well!” Erik was so deep, I could feel him hitting my cervix! At this stage, I was drooling all over myself and clawing at the sheets.

“Daddy! Daddy I’m cumming again!” I cried as I came again, mere seconds from my first one.

“You wanted to be fucked like a dirty whore, right?” Then he bent down to my ear level and didn’t stop thrusting as he whispered, “I’ll show you exactly how I treat dirty fucking whores.” He pulled out of me and flipped me onto my back. He gripped my neck with both hands and brought me down hard on his dick. “Open that fucking mouth!” He squeezed my cheeks together so that my mouth was ajar and spit in it. “Fucking swallow it.” I swallowed and stuck out my tongue to prove it was gone. Erik presses his forehead to mine and panted into my mouth. “I’m gonna cum… Fuck!” He grabbed me roughly by the throat and squeezed as he came inside of me. I loved the feeling of him filling me up. He kissed me all over my face before rolling off of me. He pulled me closer to him and nuzzled my ear. “I needa be honest with you, Georgia…” I looked up at him.

“What is it?” I asked. He caressed my face and stared into my eyes.

“My feelings for you haven’t changed,” he admitted. “As soon as I saw you in that bar on Saturday, I knew… I still love you.” My heart fluttered.

“I still love you too,” I whispered before kissing him. Our kissing got deeper until Erik pulled me on top of him.

“Shit, you got me hard again,” he moaned. “But we should probably get outta here. This is actually T’s room.”

Adonis’ POV

I grabbed the donuts from the back of my car and walked up the stairs to Georgia’s brownstone. I rang the doorbell and waited… And waited… And waited… I put the donuts down and pulled out my phone, dialing her number.

“Hello?” She answered sleepily.

“Hey, babygirl,” I smiled. “I got us some breakfast and I’ve been downstairs ringing ya bell for almost 10 minutes. Sleepin soundly without me?” Then she gasped.

“Actually I’m not home,” she explained. “Me and Madison went out last night and we ended up at her place instead.”

“Oh, I said disappointed. “Aight no problem. Can I see you later?” Before she could answer, I heard the muffled of another person’s voice… was she with another nigga?

“Um, can I let you know? I was planning on going up to Anaheim to see my aunt. It’s been a while since I talked to her…”

“Yeah, absolutely.”

“Great. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Aight. I miss y-” And the phone cut out…Great.

***

After leaving Georgia’s apartment and giving the box of donuts to some homeless people, I headed to the gym in the middle of Hollywood.

“Ayyy, wassup, D?” One of the locals greeted me as I walked in.

“What’s good?” I dabbed him up before walking to my usual area. I began my warmups when I noticed from the corner of my eye a guy I’ve never seen in the gym before, lifting weights in the corner. What made him stand out was the unusual scarring across his torso and back, ending at his wrists. His AirPods were in and he was in his own world, so I shook the thought out of my head and began my sets.

***

Drinking after working out is usually a bad idea but I had somehow convinced myself that if I went out later that night, it wouldn’t be an issue. I looked down at my phone to see if I had a response- nope. Nothing. Georgia hadn’t returned any of my texts or calls today. Could she still be mad about the work thing? I fucked her in the ass, what more could she want-

“Yo,” a voice said from beside me. I looked up to see the guy from the gym earlier sitting next to me. “You were at Monty’s earlier right? I saw you boxing. You’re good, man.”

“Respect,” I raised my beer bottle to him. “Yeah I saw you too. I’m Donnie.”

“Erik,” he shook my hand. “You drinking out ya sorrows or somethin?” I looked at the empty bottles in front of me.

“Nah… I mean. Fuck… it’s my girl- or I guess, a girl since we ain’t discuss our relationship status- she’s been dubbin me all day,” I shook my head.

“Damn, I’m sorry to hear that… You should go to her crib and see what’s up.”

“That’s the thing, I did that this morning and she wasn’t even home! Then I heard voices of someone else in the background and… I don’t know… Shit. I like this girl so fucking much… I just hope I ain’t do nothing to fuck it up.”

“Look I’m the last person anyone should be taking advice from but if you like her to the point where ya drinking alone at a bar, you should let her know that. Girls love that type of shit. Makes them wet as hell. But you gotta mean it, or else it’s a lie, and I don’t know about you, but I don’t lie,” he told me. Everything was sinking in.

“You right… I’m gonna go over there and-”

“No you’re not,” he interrupted me. “First of all nigga, you’re drunk and I saw you drive here which means you’re not driving anywhere. Second, you said she wasn’t home. So you showing up to her crib drunk while she ain’t home is a recipe for fucking disaster.” I groaned and laid my head on the table.

That’s when my phone vibrated. I sat up and checked it immediately.

Gigi❤️: Hey sorry I’ve been dodging you.

Gigi❤️: Can you come over?

I jumped up from my stool.

“She texted me! She wants me to come over! Shitting fuck! I can’t drive! Wait I can call an Uber!” I sent Gigi a reply telling her I’d be there soon and called an Uber to her place. Erik was getting up to leave.

“Yeah my girl just asked me to slide through so imma bounce,” he said, putting on his jacket. “But yo, good luck.”

“Thanks, yo, lemme pay for your drink, man. On me.” I gave my card to the bartender and Erik nodded.

“Thanks man, I’ll catch you around.”

“Word.” Once I was in my Uber on my way to Georgia’s my nerves were out of control. No other girl has ever made me feel like this before… The car had barely stopped as we pulled up to her crib. Shitshitshitshitshit! You got this. Just tell her how you feel. I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

“I’ll get it!” A male’s voice called out. What the fuck? The door was opening when I heard Georgia’s voice.

“No, E! I’ll…” She shouted as the door opened fully. “Get it…” Erik was standing in the doorway as Georgia cowarded behind him.

“What the fuck?” Me and Erik said together. Then we both looked at Georgia.

“This is why I wanted you guys to come over…” she whispered. “We all need to talk.”

~~~

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prorevenge · 5 years

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You don’t want me to sleep for 9 months? Ok, guess you don’t need your degree.

So, I wasn’t sure if this story qualified for pro or petty. Everything I do, over the course of this, is extremely petty, but I think it probably is what I would consider a ‘scale up’ from low tier revenge, mostly on account of the last part.

So some backstory. This was about 6 years ago, during my first year at university. In the UK, you basically have two options for accommodations in your first year. The first option is called Halls, you stay in a huge apartment complex with a bunch of different students, you share a floor with about 10-15 people. Or, you go to a student house, which is basically a normal house, that some greedy landlord converts all the available space into bedrooms for 5-6 people (but, this is not always the case, in my second year I lived in a house with 15 people, many Petty Revenge stories there if I find the time to type them out). Anyway, I chose the latter.

I moved into what would be a 3 bed house, turned into a 5 bed. What would have been a living room, was converted into a bedroom below my room. 3 of my housemates were fine, we were civil to one another, but not really friends, we just lived different lives. We would go out for the occasional bevvy, have dinner together, but mostly just coexist peacefully. Notice how I said it was a 5 bed though?

Enter housemate in question. Let’s call her Cathy. Cathy was of African descent, very rich parents, sent to live in the UK to study Engineering, as the educational system in her native country was very poor. She was short, fat and quite obnoxious. When I moved in, I made a point of introducing myself to everyone. My first impression of Cathy wasn’t great. An issue I noticed immediately (of which persists throughout the entirety of our living together) is that Cathy f***ing stinks. You know when you work out for 4 hours but you crash out and forget the shower before? It was like that x1000. It was extensively unbearable. On top of that, Cathy is really rude. She basically starts out by saying she’s been here for 2 years already, and she wasn’t gonna change again this year. This had me a little concerned, but at the time it wasn’t a huge issue, I told her I kept to myself a lot, so she wouldn’t see any problems from me.

The first week or so I didn’t notice many problems. I was out partying hard during most nights (at English University, the first week is called ‘Freshers’ where everyone goes out and gets wasted for a week the week before studies start) other than some of my food going missing, and dirty plates staying on the side. F**k it, it’s week one, it’s fine.

Then Cathy rears her ugly head. So, I’m going to bed at 9pm the first night before studies (I had an hour commute to my campus and 1st day I wanted to be very awake) and I hear her shouting downstairs, she sounds very excited. I would find out tonight that Cathy is an avid gamer. Now myself I love games, I have late night sessions all the time, but I’m respectful of my housemates. I lie in bed, awake until 2:30am, hearing Cathy scream at her monitor and the sounds of a shooter in the background, very loudly. I didn’t want to be a bad housemate, so I let it happen. I barely slept and I went into my first lecture completely exhausted from sleep deprivation. I figured it was a one off, or it might happen every now and again. I was very wrong.

This carried on for 4 days before I said anything. On the Friday, I approach her in the kitchen and politely say “hey, don’t want to be rude, but can you try and keep it down a little late at night, I can hear you loud and clear through the floor and it’s really messing with my sleep. I don’t wanna be rude but I’ve noticed it’s been happening a lot”. She basically tells me I’m overreacting, she’s doing nothing wrong, nobody else has complained so it’s not a real issue. Cathy shares a wall with another housemate on the ground floor, so when she gets home I ask her about the issue. Turns out Cathy gave her the same spiel as to me. We knock on her door and ask what’s the problem, together. She gives us this whole sob story about how hard it is to make friends, that her online friends are her family, they live all across the world and she doesn’t want to break that relationship. I feel bad (stupidly) and tell her I totally get it, but just try and be a little quieter on weeknights. She says “I’ll try, maybe” and we leave it at that.

That night I slept fine. I thought it was over. The next night she’s screaming again, but it’s the weekend, so I get high as a kite and fall asleep in the bathtub. Sunday night rolls around, she’s screaming again, I can hear the sound of her rifle firing in game and she shouting obscenities with every shot. It gets to 11pm and I go downstairs and knock. Nothing. I wait a little while and try again. No change. I try again, same, so I go into the back garden and knock on her window. I hear her shout F OFF a few times and give up. I go to bed, but not to sleep.

This happens for the next few weeks. She screams, I go to confront, she screams at me through the wall till I leave. I approach her in the day, and she tells me she could hear me, doesn’t know what I’m talking about, I must have been DREAMING, think of a bs excuse and it’s probably on the list of things she would say.

So begins the revenge. I start by just going downstairs, flicking the power off and on for the router, and going back upstairs. The house is kind of old and creaky, so it’s pretty obvious that as the WiFi goes down, it’s me. This happens a few nights until she confronts me as I’m leaving in the morning. I tell her bluntly, yeah, it’s me, stop with the screaming or things are just going to get worse. She threatens to call our landlord on me. Great idea. I leave the house, go to my lectures, and after Uni I visit the landlord. I tell him the entire story about everything that’s happening, and how hard it’s making our lives. He says he’ll look into it, please be patient.

More weeks go by, no more pranks from me but no interference from the landlord. The night I contacted him was silent, but after that everything went back to scream-a-palooza. I contact him again, he says trust him, no changes. I try again, guess what no changes.

So I start getting pettier. So, I failed to mention before (at least in great detail) that Cathy is messy AF. She would eat, then leave all her plates, pots and pans on the side and return to her lair. For the first month, we just washed them up for her, nobody wants a messy kitchen. But, I was pissed off. So I started a new system. If I see a dirty plate of hers, I’d leave it in front her door. This was funny for a few days until I started finding my dirty plates she used at my door. From this point on, all kitchen equipment that was mine would from there on out live in my room until the end of my tenancy. This went on for another sleepless week until I am awoken by my landlord with a police officer. I’m told I’ve been stealing from my housemates and I need to go to the station. I promptly explain the situation, and my other housemates back me up. The officer clearly is annoyed to have his time wasted by us and leaves. Me, the housemates, Cathy and landlord have a group discussion on how to end the hostilities. We demand quiet weeknights and a clean kitchen, in exchange we (though, really it was just me) will not perform passive aggressive petty revenge. Seems like a fair deal right? No. Landlord said he can’t give any ‘preferential treatment’ so we need to stop regardless. I’m glad to say though, even though this guy was an awful landlord, he never interfered again, allowing for further pettiness to ensue.

So, back to revenge. Cathy would run an Ethernet cable from the modem to her computer, along the floor and into her room. I would start by unplugging this cable any time she was screaming. Cathy then started taping the cable so it was harder to pull out the socket. It got to a point were our hallway had a huge mess of tape and wire going across from the router all the way to her room. But f**k Cathy. I bought a roll of the same tape she had used, waited for her to leave the house. I had to wait 3 weeks for this opportunity. When I finally had the chance, I pulled up the tape, took a pair of scissors, cut the cable and taped it all back down. How she got into university was beyond me, as she didn’t figure it out for a few days. I slept wonderfully those nights. She confronted me days later and accused me of my crime. I simply denied it, and slammed the door in her face.

After this it was fairly passive aggressive both sides. Any time I heard noise I’d unplug the cable. She started eating my food (so I ended up buying a mini fridge and storing all my food in my room) and she would regularly throw out my belongings if I left them around the house. It was all getting a bit much. Mid year, I bought a cheap, turtle beach headset. I knocked on her door, and offered it as a peace treaty. I said the noise had to stop, and the revenge was starting to get out of hand. Please, take the headset, continue to enjoy your games, but I desperately need sleep. She took the headset, said thank you and promptly retreated to her room.

(As a side note, I’d never seen her room up until this point. It, was, disgusting. Old food everywhere, wrappers and cans. Her bed was half a space to sleep, half pizza boxes and rubbish. The smell was so bad, that after the conversation I went upstairs and threw up. I would only see the inside of that room once again until I moved)

So, overly generous peace offering? Yes. But I was desperate. The lack of sleep was really starting to affect my work, social life and relationship. I hoped it would turn a new leaf. Well, no. All night that night, screaming. I woke up the next day, and had a smoke in the garden. As I was pacing, I looked over at her window. Hanging out the window, I see a very damaged turtle beach headset. I decided in that moment, to destroy her.

Before I get into the big stuff, here’s a few c***ty things I did on top. I would pour salt into her milk and juice. Any time she left the house, I would cut the Ethernet. I put toothpaste onto her door handle. Any soft drinks she bought? Took them to class and donated them to my friends.

Anyway, so you notice that I said I had to wait 3 weeks for my cable prank? I became very aware that Cathy barely left the house. She was 100% not going to lectures or assignments. I started posting letters to her faculty posing as her parents asking for updates on her studies. After a few weeks she would start to get into shouting arguments with her parents over the phone. I then started ringing the faculty to let them know when she wasn’t in attendance. Our university had a relaxed approach to this, but all courses were expected to have an 85% attendance rating, or you’d face potential problems. After speaking to her staff supervisor, she had a whopping 23% rating. After a few more calls, it was established that she would have a ‘meeting’ as essentially a case for her to plead herself as to why she should stay. I took the time to somewhat befriend her supervisor, and asked if I could be present at the meeting to profess my story to aid in her expulsion. He agreed. As the days to her meeting rolled up, it was clear (due to the arguments with her parents on the phone) that she would not be staying here if she did not keep her position on her course. She began cleaning up after herself, and actually spoke to me semi-civilly begging me not to speak to the university any more. I told her, if she didn’t shout any more all the way to the hearing, then I’d retract all of my previous statements and give my verbal support to her staying. Zero noise. I slept like a baby for 3 days. Thursday night (meeting was the Friday) rolls around.

A final note, whenever Cathy did get up in the mornings, she had an extremely loud and obnoxious alarm clock, which would be on ages.

Thursday night, I give each of my other housemates the run down, and ask them to either skip town for the night and let it run its course. 2 stayed 2 left. Come 9pm, I proceed to invite my entire society around for drinks. 30 people in our tiny house drinking, shouting and playing loud music until 3am. Cathy comes out angry, begging, at one point in tears telling me to stop. But F this B, she had this coming. I go to bed at 4:30am. I wake up at 6am. No noise in the house. Good, she’s asleep. I go downstairs to the switchboard, and cut the power. I go out, eat breakfast, and go to the meeting at 8:30am. Much to my delight, Cathy does not turn up. At 9am I give the committee a full rendition of the past 9 months of hell, and proceed to strongly advise expulsion.

Afterwards, I call my university and fake having the flu, asking for a recovery period of 4-5 days. They accept, and I go back home to see my family for a week.

I return to a house one less occupied, with a few stand out pieces. In front of my room door, the now almost dust turtle beach headset. LOL. But, I ventured to her room. The smell had not left permanently, but it was bearable now. Many of her possessions were gone, but many left behind, most notably her printer and several pieces of balled up paper around it. Firstly, balled up print out copies of flight tickets to her native country, and a flight map. A letter from the university, denoting her immediate expulsion. A letter from our landlord, noting that as per the tenant agreement, if she cannot find study again within 28 days, she will be forced to leave the house. And finally; the creme de la creme. A letter, clearly intended for me and the housemates that she gave up on, telling us how this was all our fault and one day she would come back to haunt us.

(source) story by (/u/Tucker_Design)

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timelock97 · 5 years

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Love Without A Name

Chapter Five: The Morning Of

Word Count: 2605

Masterlist

Warnings: Language

A/N: I used a church setting, I have never been to another wedding besides catholic weddings so I skipped the more religious parts just to let you know in advance!!

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"Wakey, wakey, bitch!" Celine yells, walking into the shared hotel room where Mae, Joyce, and I had been previously peacefully sleeping. "It's show day!"

"Correction" Mae murmurs, muffled against her pillow, "it's her wedding day, not a show day."

"Hush, it's still gonna be amazing!" Celine jumps on the bed and begins to bounce on her knees until she is practically on top of me, "C'mon, you still gotta shower and eat. Then we can head to the church!" When I don't move, Celine turns until her back is facing me and plants herself on top of me, a groan leaving my lips at the sudden weight." C'mon (Y/N), it's the big day!"

"Please tell me you at least brought breakfast?" I uncover my head slightly, peeking out from under the duvet to find her eyes in the dimly lit room.

"You know it!" She calls as sits up and bounces to the end of the bed. Once off, she takes the last bit of effort she knows will force me out of bed by flinging off the covers, revealing my pajama clad body that was no match against the small chill in the room. She makes her way back to her backpack where she begins to pull out three other Starbucks reusable cups from inside. How she got back here without spilling them is a mystery in itself.

I groan, finally rolling out of bed and making my way over to have a small sip of coffee and attempt to snatch a bit of one of the bagels she has brought with her, only to have my hand slapped away.

"Nope! This will be waiting here for you after a quick shower! The hot water will cause you to not digest as easily!"

"Who told you that, Cel?" I grumble, taking my coffee with me to the small bathroom.

"You did!" She sings back, a breathy chuckle leaving my lips as I shake my head at her.

Shutting the door behind me, I lean against it. I take a slow breathe in through my nose, and let it out slowly through my mouth before meeting my own gaze in the mirror. My pajama shirt was falling to one side, and pulled forward so that the collar of the shirt showed off the bareness of my chest. My hair that had been up in a bun before bed was falling out excessively around my shoulders. I can't help but smile at my reflection. "Today's the day." I whisper to my reflection. A small squeal falls past my lips as I begin undressing before hopping into the shower to wash the grim of the night away. Taking the time to exfoliate and shave, making sure to not miss any spots (or at least trying to), nearly cutting myself when a loud bang comes from the door.

"Your food's gonna be cold, let's go our beautiful bride!" Celine calls, making Mae and Joyce giggle along with her.

"Be out in a minute!" I call, rinsing out my hair out one more time before turning off the water and hopping out. I lather lotion down my legs and arms before dressing into a tee shirt and shorts, throwing my hair into a clip, and joining the girls back at the table. Today was the first day to the rest of my life.

When we arrive at the church, I take a minute to wave the girls off to the room we'd be spending a few hours in before the ceremony. I stand in the main space looking at the little kid drawings from past Sunday school classes and events. I walk slowly over to the main doors of the church hall, placing my hands on the handles and pushing them open. The room was dimly lit from the morning light flooding in from the vast windows. The pews were decorated with small flower arrangements, bits of lavender and forget-me-nots shining through the most. I brush my fingers against a few of the petals as I walk down to the first pew. I sit softly, fold my hands, and shut my eyes, letting any insecurities into the air to be filtered away from my heart for the remaining afternoon. Please, please, please, let today go better than planned.

"Hello." My head snaps up to look at the man in front of me; I immediately recognize that he had to be the priest. "Having a nice conversation?" He smiles gently before motioning if he can sit down.

"Yeah," I move to the side a bit so that he can sit beside me. "It helps with the stress, getting all my anxieties out to him, and making a few wishes too."

He hums, nodding his head. "What are some things you're wishing for?"

"Uh, a happy marriage," I giggle, watching the smile spread further across his face, "That everyone enjoys the day, that my fiancé isn't disappointed in who I am."

His eyes light up, smile growing impossibly bigger. "So my suspicions were correct, you're the bride."

"Yeah," I stick my hand out for the man to shake, "I'm (Y/N)."

"Father Richard Hall. Your fiancé has been excited for this day for a while; told me all about you."

"Really?" I giggle.

"Mhm," he lets go of my hand after giving it another firm squeeze. "Talks about how beautiful and how down to earth you are; says he couldn't be getting married to a more perfect girl."

"He hasn't even seen me-"

"Love doesn't have to see to know." He gives me another smile before standing, "Well, I will leave you to finish your conversation. It was nice to talk to you." He waves softly before walking to a side door and disappearing inside.

I let out another sigh before standing, walking out the main doors, and down the hall looking at all the signs to point me and my soon-to-be husband in the right direction without bumping into each other. The conversation between Mae, Celine, Joyce, and Hazel lead me to the room, the three of them giggling while a woman is set at the counter pulling out makeup and hair products as well as another woman who has her camera ready to take pictures who smile happily at me when I enter.

"There you are!" Hazel proclaims, walking away from the girls to pull me into a quick hug. She is dressed in a royal purple, knee length dress with capped sleeves. "Get changed, then Miranda can get started on your hair!"

I giggle and nod, walking past the girls who make a few silly faces at me as I pass before slipping into the bathroom and undress, changing the bra and panties for a nude pair and a body shaper, pulled and clipped to the bra to keep me looking slim. I grab the robe and slip it over my shoulders, tying it around the waist before stepping out and walking over to the woman who would be doing both my makeup and hair today.

"You ready, darling?" She muses, smiling at me through the mirror, hands already unclipping my hair to play with.

"As I will ever be," I whisper as she turns me away from the mirror.

Through the whole process of getting my hair and makeup done, I busied myself by conversating with Mae and Celine, checking with Hazel about a few things for the day that she had kept hidden from me (most at which she still did), and playing on my phone to post a few pictures from the past week.

"Alright, (Y/N), are you ready to see your final look?" Miranda giggles, standing in front of me.

"Turn me around!" I place my hands in front of my face as she does. A soft gasp falls past my lips, "Holy cow!" I tilt my head to the side; the half up half down curled hairdo framed my face perfectly, and let's not gets started on the make-up. She had done it naturally, making my eyes pop and gave my skin a healthy glow. "Miranda, I love it, thank you!" I turn in the chair to the side so I can stand and pull her into a warm hug.

"No problem, sweetie. Let me spray your face with the setting spray then we will be done! And I will stick around to make sure you don't need a touch up before or after the ceremony."

"I appreciate it," I giggle, shutting my eyes for the setting spray, the mist cooling my skin. "Now I just have to get dressed!"

"I am gonna step out for a few minutes, no misbehaving!" Hazel calls with her phone going to her ear, leaving us alone in the room.

My eyes dart over to Celine, who was already dressed in her light salmon pink dress that billows around her waist. She makes eye contact with me, shooting me a mischievous smile. "You think you can sneak out and deliver it now?"

"Oh hells yes, she won't even notice I'm gone." Celine walks over to me, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor.

"What did you do again?" Mae laughs, walking over to the two of us, Joyce not too far behind.

"Well, my fiancé likes Marvel stuff too, Spider-Man especially, so I got him a pair of socks and a note that says, 'just in case you get cold feet, I'll see you soon.' as well as a few other things that are for his eyes only with my name signed at the bottom; figured it would be nice since we haven't heard from each other in a week."

"Hand it over before I get caught!" Celine giggles, taking the small box from my hands. "Wish me luck! Get changed so we can do some quick girl photos before Hazel kicks us out."

"Luck!" I call as she slips out of the door. I turn and grab my wedding dress from off the hanger. "Wait, Cathy?" I look at the photographer, "did you happen to get a picture of the dress on the hanger?"

"Yup, you are all set, (Y/N)."

"Okay, perfect," I slip off the robe, not bothering to care about who was in the room since it was just the girls. I slip on the dress, Mae helping me fiddle it into place and zip me up. I turn and look in the mirror and let out a soft sigh, "Oh my God."

"You look beautiful, (Y/N)." Mae whispers, moving a little closer beside me; Joyce joining on the other side bouncing on the balls of her feet in agreement.

"You really do, sis." A voice mutters behind me, causing me to spin on the balls of my feet to see Lucas and Mark standing in the doorway, tears pricking their eyes.

Mark nods, lifting a hand to carefully wipe a tear from his eye. "Look gorgeous, pipsqueak."

"What are you two doing here?" I breathe, a hand coming to my chest to hold a small necklace that had been my grandmothers and the other goes to holds Mae's for comfort. My bare feet feel glued to the hardwood floor, but I want nothing more than to close the distance and to see my brothers up close after four months silence.

"You really didn't think we would miss our baby sister getting married, did you?" Mark snarks.

I turn my head to the side, the hand on my necklace tightening. "Honestly, yeah I did." I look up to see both their faces fall, but I continue, eyes directed at them only. "I figured I would, and that really broke my heart. But seriously, what are you two doing here?"

Lucas runs a hand through his hair before letting out a light laugh. "Your fiancé paid us a visit at the shop."

"We were pretty surprised too. He walked in, gave us his name and said he was the man that was marrying our little sister." Mark states, scuffing his foot on the floor. "He hoped if he were to tell us about how much you meant to him and how lucky he was to have you that we would come around."

"He said, and I quote, 'I fell for your sister without knowing what she looked like, it's the most simple of love I have. I don't have to be able to see her to know she is the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. I know she wants you to be there, you're her family, so I am trying to make it right by coming by and talking it out.' We were definitely surprised to say the least, but we decided that we still don't like or trust him, but we respect him." Lucas smiles gently, shrugging.

"And we love you, and we want you to be happy, so here we are. Ready to support whatever decision you make, even if we think you aren't making the best decision."

"And Mom and Dad?" I whisper.

"Waiting for us to apologize in case it went south." Mark laughs, quickly getting elbowed in the ribs by Lucas. "What, it's true!"

"Then go grab them, dipshit-" Lucas shoves him to the side.

"Hey," Mark points a finger at Lucas, "we are in a church-"

"Right, my bad. Go grab them, ya narwhal."

Mark rolls his eyes at Lucas and walks to the door, motioning just outside the door. My parents walk in and my mother lets out a gasp when she sees me, her hands flying to her face to attempt to fan away the tears. "Look at you, baby, you look so beautiful."

I pull her into my arms, hugging her tightly once she is close enough. Soon I look over her shoulder at my father. "Daddy?"

He visibly swallows, tears in his eyes. "Will you still allow me to walk you down the aisle, (Y/N)?" He whispers, tears finally falling. I reach for him, pulling him into the hug as well. Lucas and Mark quickly join, squishing me between the four of them.

"I love you guys," I whisper, going to wipe my eyes only to realize I had makeup on. "Fuck, Miranda, help." I whine.

She giggles from her place on the wall before walking toward me. "I can fix that."

"Thank, God." I giggle, "I don't wanna look like a raccoon walking down the aisle."

The door creaking open catches my attention, as well as everyone else's. "My other un-biological baby sister, where you been?" Mark calls, pulling Celine into a quick, tight hug.

"Running an errand for your actual sister." Celine states, but I can hear the slight, nervous tremor in her voice.

"You okay, Cel?"

"Yeah," I watch as she straightens up, giving me a bright smile before setting a small piece of paper on the counter. It has your name on it, and the handwriting almost looks too perfect. "I got this for you, but let's take pictures first yeah?"

"Yeah, then you guys can go find your seats." I state back, standing and grabbing the girls for a few pictures as well as my family. Once done, and everyone is still mingling, my eyes find the envelope that was left on a small coffee table. I grab the it, and tear open the top, fishing my hand inside to grab a piece of stiff card stock.

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My love,

I hope you don't get cold feet either. I am beyond excited to finally see you. 2 o'clock cannot come any faster. See you soon.

I love you.

Thomas Holland

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dustonionpollywongus · 4 years

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out-of-town friends -Byler

Hi! This is really long so this is part 1 of 2.

Friday, 13:07

"So, we all good to meet at mine before heading off to Jennifer Hayes' party?" A very eager looking Dustin asks the Party during lunch. The group are enjoying their meals peacefully in the library (well not Lucas as he had forgotten his.) 4 out of the 5 the teenagers nod, one of them not responding at all as he is daydreaming. "Hey Byers, what about you? Byers?"

Will snaps out his thoughts, giving Dustin a startled look. "Sorry," he apologises. "What were you saying?" His friend gives him an unamused look as he wraps up the rest of his ham sandwich back in its tinfoil.

"I was saying," he sighs, rummaging through the brown paper back which held his lunch, "we're all gonna meet at my place before going to Jennifer Hayes' party. Are you able to do that? I'm driving."

Dustin pulls out a green apple, grimaces at it and chucked to Lucas who had forgotten to grab his lunch in the morning and had refused to eat the from the cafeteria.

("It's disgusting! They don't wear gloves! Or hairnets!" He reminded Max as she sat next to him with a plate full of what the dinner ladies called 'pasta'.

"Well then do something about Mr School Council President." His girlfriend remarked.)

Will glances at Dustin and the Party with a blank face. "Party...?"

Dustin groans, "Jennifer Hayes' party?! The one I've been going on about for the last 10 minutes?"

"Yeah, about that, please stop." El complains, massaging her temples. "I'm getting headache."

"Sorry." Will apologises again, sheepishly, "I wasn't listening."

"That's our Cleric," Mike pipes up with a grin, "Always daydreaming."

Will rolls his and blushes, Mike was right though, he supposes. He does let his mind trail away from the real world frequently.

"It's Jennifer Hayes' party." Dustin explains.

"I heard that bit."

Dustin playfully sticks his tongue out to the Byers boy. "Yeah, well I had to make sure didn't I, asshole." Will throws a napkin at the curly haired brunet, grinning. "It's on Friday."

"Wait, Friday? This Friday?"

"Yes."

"I can't go." Will says. The Party stared at him, and he shrinks down into the bench he was sitting on.

"What do you mean, you can't go?" His ginger haired friend, Max, asks him. She had previously been batting away her boyfriend from stealing her cupcake, but Lucas stopped trying to take it to look at Will with a questioning glance.

"I can't go."He repeats slower, as if trying to teach a child the alphabet. He is stopped though by his best friend who gives him a slight push.

"Ok smart-ass, why not?" Mike asks him.

"I'm going out." He replies, looking down at his fingers. "Can y'all stop staring at me, it's getting creepy." he jokes.

The Party avert their gazes, all looking a little disappointed that Will wasn't going to join them on Friday. El, however, seems intrigued.

"What, you mean with a girl?"She asks, capturing the attention of his other friends. One's in particular.

Will stares at her, startled, "No! No, I'm just going out of town to meet some friends."

"As in meeting friends and going out of town or meeting out-of-town friends?" Lucas inquires.

"What?"

Max snickers.

"What part of what I'm saying are you guys not getting?" Will asks. Were the Party really not understanding what he was saying? He is speaking English, right? "I'm going out of town to meet up with some friends. Friends from out of town."

Will's friends all gave a shallow sigh indicating that they finally understood.

"Well that sucks." Dustin complains. "Our Cleric isn't gonna be with us at Jennifer Hayes' party."

"She won't miss me." Will shrugs.

"Didn't she dance with you at the Snowball in '84?" Lucas asks.

"I can't even remember. Man, that was so long ago!" The Party members chuckle, thinking back to the memory. "Besides, I bet she just asked to dance with me because nobody else would dance with her."

"At least she knows your name...?"

"She called me Zombieboy."

Dustin lifts his shoulders in a shrug, "Oh well. She's too popular for us anyway. I'm just glad we got invited to her Party."

Will glances at his friend with an amused look, "Did we even get invited?"

Dustin gives the Party a sheepish smile as they all look at him expectantly. "Right... about that... I haven't gotten round to asking her if we could come."

The Party erupts in a mixtures of groans and laughs as they all complain to Dustin.

2 weeks later, Friday 15:58

Will was just putting some of his books back into his locker before heading to meet the party in the car park, but Mike had decided to come meet him at his locker first.

"Hey... Mike?" Will is surprised to see the ravenet there. Mike decides to ignore his questioning glance.

"Hey Will! I was just wondering if you wanted to come over to my house in the evening with the others? I've got Jaws: The revenge on DVD!" Mike exclaims excitedly, knowing that one of Will's favourite horror films was Jaws.

His smile falters though as his best friend doesn't seem as excited as he thought.

"Mike..." He starts, regretfully.

"C'mon Will, don't tell me you don't like Jaws anymore!"

"No, it's not that! I-I can't come. I'm going out again-"

Mike's grin drops further and suppresses himself from frowning. "Out-of-town friends?"

"Yeah." The boy nodded. Will would offer to cancel, but honestly, he doesn't really want to. "I'm sorry... it's just, I only get see them once a week... maybe Saturday or Sunday?"

Mike nods, a little disappointed, which caused Will to frown deeper. "I am really sor-"

"It's fine, Will, really. I get it, you should go see your friends."

His best friend beamed, which of course, only draws one on Mike's own face. "Thanks man, I promise we'll hang out this weekend. We can go to the Palace or go see Steve and Robin and-"

And the boys walks out of school, happily discussing their plans for the weekend.

;

Mike had decided to cancel all the plans for that Friday. Instead, he's going with Will to meet his out-of-town friends. Well, not exactly with Will, more like following behind him in his car, trying not to be noticed. He isn't trying to be creepy. He isn't stalking Will, just seeing where he goes every Friday.

Ok kind of creepy, but not intentionally!

Mike is kind of upset that Will always blows him off on Fridays- well he has for the last few weeks anyway. And Mike doesn't like it. In a way, he feels like he deserves it. He used to do this with El in the year if '85, before they had decided to be just friends. Poor Will, short, bowl cut Will Byers; all he wanted to do was play D&D, and Mike had just disregarded him the entire summer.

He had even gone as far as arguing with him, which never happens.

Mike doesn't like to think of the memory.

It's 5:34, and Mike is waiting in his car a few hundred metres away from the Byers' residence. It's already dark (hallelujah for mid-November!) so Mike doesn't have to worry about being seen. He knows to be waiting around half 5 as last week, Will had told the Party that he could only stay at the Palace until 30 past 5 so he could beat the traffic on his way out of Hawkins.

He's lucky though; Will is walking out to his car only minutes after half past. If Mike was a little late, that was it, his plan wouldn't have been able to go through. He watches as Will pulls his second-hand car out of his drive and down the road.

Slowly, and somewhat sneakily, Mike follows him, keeping a bit of a distance between the car and his own. He really hopes that wherever Will goes on Fridays is worth missing vital hanging out time with himself.

Around 25 minutes later, Mike finds that he is running low on gas which terrific! He didn't expect the place to be this far. Will had driven past the Leaving Hawkins sign, long ago. Thankfully though, Mike notices that they have started going into small inside roads, instead of staying on the mains, which he hopes means that they are almost there.

Almost where? He has no idea.

Will is beginning to slow down now, and Mike finally sees that they have reached a bright, glowing building. The music coming from inside is loud and could probably be heard from a mile away. In fact, Mike is surprised he hadn't heard it before. He sees the neon lights glaring at him through his frosty car windows and Mike is able to read the name of the place.

Rainbow

...bar?

Will has lead Mike to a bar? Mike stares shocked at the building but when he hears a large blare of a horn from behind him, he hastily pulls into the small car park nearby.

As he clambers out of his car after parking it, he squints his eyes to try and spot his best friend in the dark. He finds him at the place where he is paying for his place in the car park. Mike quickly jogs towards the Byers boy.

This is not part of the plan. Mike was not expecting Will to bring him to a bar!

When he catches his best friend, the look on Will's face can only be described as pure shock.

"M-Mike?" The short boy asks, disbelief evident in his voice. "What are you doing here?"

Mike swallows nervously, "I wanted to meet your out-of-town friends...?" He tries, chuckling lowly.

Wrong move.

In a flash, Will's face changes from shock to anger. "Y-you shouldn't be here!" He yells. Before Mike can defend himself, he is cut off. "What, are-are you stalking me or something?! I can't even meet my friends with out people watching and worrying about my every move! I do not need a babysitter! Was is it my mom? Did she set you up to do this?"

Mike stares at his friend, bewildered. "No!"

"Then what?" What are you doing here?" Mike figures that it isn't the right time to make a joke about being in a pop quiz. He stutters for an answer.

"Man, I just wanted to know why you always cancel our plans on Fridays!"

"To meet up with some friends! Do you not believe me or something?"

"No! I mean, I do! Of course I do!" Mike yells, exasperated. He looks around, back to the building. "Come on, Will. You always leave without telling us where you're going, and I get worried!"

"What do you think I do with my friends? We don't buy drugs and get drunk! We actually talk and just hang out with each other like I do with the Party!"

Mike hesitates, "Well we are at a bar."

Will groans and shoves the taller boy, catching him off guard. "You asshole!"

"Ok sorry! Sorry! I shouldn't have said that." Mike sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Look Will, you're right, I shouldn't have come here without telling you. I'm sorry."

Will huffs in annoyance, crossing his arms. After a beat he looks back at Mike. "I didn't hurt you did I?" He asks referring to the push.

Mike shakes his head, risking a smirk. "Your not very strong, Byers."

"Don't test me Wheeler." Will calls, strutting past him. Behind his shoulder, he yells for Mike to follow him in. "Might want to pay for your car first though."

After Mike has put a ticket in his car, both boys begin walking to the entrance to the bar. "So have you got like a fake ID or something." The curly haired boy asks his best friend, who shakes his head.

"They don't check." Mike shrugs as they walk through the door.

Immediately, he is hit with a surge of heat with was nice compared to the freezing temperatures outside. Blindly, he follows Will through the tables. Will is nervous, he notices. Why is he nervous. "I like it here." Mike tells him, receiving a small smile.

And he does. It's nice, there are many lights illuminating the bar and not many people where there so there wasn't much noise, despite the loud music.

Finally Will leads him to a small 4- table where two other girls are already seated. One has dark skin and a shaved yellow Afro, a lip rig hanging from her red-painted mouth. She is laughing loudly at something her companion has said, exposing her pearly teeth.

The other girl has died pink hair, underneath a black beanie. Her arms were covered in tattoos. In all honesty, Mike finds them quite intimidating and he can't believe that Will Byers is friends with them. His doubts are closed when they both shot up a hand to wave at the brunet.

He timidly walks up to the table and awkwardly watches as Will smiles and hugs the tattooed girl and fist bumps Lip Ring.

"High guys!" He says, a smile unleashing onto his lips. "Uh Mike this is Jemma and Carly." He says pointing to Lip Ring first and then to Beanie. "Guys... Mike Wheeler."

He awkwardly 'meets' with the two girls before sitting down onto one of the chairs around the table. As he listens to the conversation between the others around him (something about movies) he looks back around the bar.

It is filled with people he wouldn't expect. Some had lots of tattoos and piercings. Some had died their hair colours Mike didn't even know could be used on hair,- hell- some didn't even have hair, including women! There aren't many people in the building as it is barely 7 but Mike is definitely intrigued by those he could see. He can also see that all the people are ok with being very far into each other's comfort zones.

He even spotted two girls kissing. In despite of himself, Mike blushes and looks away.

He zones back into the conversation when he sees Jemma lean forward across, speaking in a low voice to Will.

"Hey Will, don't look now but Charlie is totally checking you out." Mike freezes and looks behind to indeed see a boy around their age with black hair staring at the back of his best friend's head, a small blush on his cheeks. Will doesn't turn around or says anything.

Carly giggles, cling onto Jemma's arm. "You should go out with him! We've talked to him and he's quite sweet. And he had a big fat crush on you." An unpleasant feeling rests in Mike's stomach, which he had only felt when he used to see El talking to other boys back when they were still dating.

Jealousy.

Again, Will doesn't say anything, excusing himself to go to the bathroom, with a quick side wards glance towards Mike. Mike frowns at the two girls in front of him, Carly who is still giggling and Jemma who is smirking at him, leaning on her arm.

"So Mike." She starts to talk to him. "What brings you here? You got a thing for Byers?"

Mike stares, dumbfounded. "No! No, he's my best friend, that would be weird!" Mike is very aware that he is as red as tomato.

"Ok... then are you here because you've realised your new attraction to boys?" Carly asks.

"No! I- I don't like boys. I-I-I just wanted to meet Will's out-of-town friends." He stutters. Carly and Jemma share a knowing luck. Carly opens her mouth to say something but is cut off as Will has returned from the toilet, his cheeks pink.

Mike is thankful he is back. He doesn't talk to the girls for the rest of the night.

After the boys had left the bar, Mike asked Will if he wanted to stay over at his house for the night. Will had accepted and the boys were now in the Wheeler's basement, exhaustion running through their veins. After what feels like a decade of silence, Will speaks up with a timid voice.

"Do you hate me?" He asks.

Mike stares at him, a shocked look on his face. "What?"

Will sighs at his friend's obliviousness, "Mike do you know where we went to this night?"

"A bar..."

"Yes." Pause. "But there's something else."

"What?" Mike is confused, it was just a bar wasn't it?

"Mike," Will sighs, "that was...a gay bar."

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How you met Stray Kids

Hey bbs! This took me so long to write. I am so sorry! I hope I can come back to a more regular schedule so that you guys can have more stuff! I hope you enjoy!!!!

- Admin SoSo

Chan:

It was cold, basically freezing. Because of that you decided to go out to the nearest coffee shop. To go get something hot to warm yourself up.

As you pushed the door open you heard loud voices and laughter. You went in and stood in line. You realized you were standing behind the people who were making such a ruckus and turns out they were very cute. You turned your attention to the extensive menu. You had no idea what you wanted and the complicated menu didn’t help at all.

“You should get the green tea. It’s really good!”

“Huh?” You weren’t expecting that, You turned towards the voice, finding one of the cute boys looking at you.

“The green tea. it’s my favourite!” He was adorable.

“Oh thanks. I’m Y/n by the way!” You introduced yourself shyly, a small smile gracing your lips.

“I’m Chan.” He turned around after one of his friends tapped his shoulder yo warn him that it was his turn to place his order.

He ordered a small green tea, once he got his drink he headed for the door. He waved you goodbye and walked out. A small pang of sadness hit at the probability of never seeing him again.

You walked up to the barista and placed your own order. a small green tea. Just as you received the steaming cup the door slammed open. There stood a panting Chan. He took a couple steps towards you.

“Hey Y/n, do you wanna maybe go out sometimes?”

Woojin:

You were officially lost. You had no idea where you were or where you were going. It was a wonder you even made it this far. Every turn you made seemed to bring you back exactly where you started. You were getting desperate. you looked around, hoping to find something to help find your way back. The street was almost empty. Key word was “almost”. You spotted a lone man, he would probably be your only chance at finding your way back.

You stepped forward and slowly inched towards him. As you came closer, you got got a better look at his face. He was really handsome. You weren’t expecting that. You gathered up your courage with both hands and rose your shaky voice to catch his attention.

“Excuse me?. He turned towards you and the little amount of courage you managed to gather seemed to falter. Butterflies swarmed around in your stomach.

“I... I’m lost and I can’t find my way back...” the butterflies who were peacefully swarming around were now trowing themselves around into your stomach walls.

“Of course no problem.” Heat rose toy your cheeks. You really wanted wanted to talk to him more.

“Do you maybe wanna go out sometimes?” You weren’t expecting to actually say that. You were never this courageous or forward but you actually really did want to see him again. He seemed surprised but you managed to even shock yourself. His face melted into a warm smile.

“Sure.”

Minho:

You worked at a quiet little diner. It was cute, hidden off of a busy street. It got a steady stream of costumers without it ever getting too busy. You were working the graveyard shift, which sucked. Nobody else was around. No costumers or co workers, only Greg the grumpiest cook in existence. You stayed clear of him meaning you were simply standing at the little counter letting time go by.

Then the door got pushed open and in walked a man covered from head to toe. It wasn't even raining. You pushed your curious thoughts aside in favour for taking his order. He ordered enough food for a small army.

"Is this all for you?"

"No, I'm on food duty for me and my friends." His voice came out a little muffled from behind the face mask he wore.

"Name?" You were really curious'in situations like this you really didn't a name but you wanted a name.

"Why do you need it?" He retorted

"Oh it's protocol." You quickly lied.

"I'm the only one here." He pointed out.

"Please."

"Minho."

Changbin:

So you were single, you were pretty happy being single. Your parents, ever so lovely, didn’t really understand that. You loved them with your whole heart, really, but they didn’t understand that you’re alright with being single. So to ease your lonely heart they set you up on a date.

They set you up with one of their old school buddies' son. You weren't expecting much. Usually when you parents introduced you to a boy, they turn out to be less than ideal. At first it was a little funny how your parents could dig out the weirdest of the weird but it quickly got old.

So needless to say you didn't head into this date with a lot of confidence. You walked into the restaurant heading straight for the hostess. There you gave her your last name, she led you towards the back of the restaurant dodging through tables and chairs. She stopped in front of a table where a lone boy was sitting.

He was wearing dark clothes and was suprisingly handsome. Once he saw you he shot straight up. He had a relived smile on his face, which made you chuckle. He reached out his hand and you shook it gently.

"I'm Changbin!"

"Nice to meet you. I'm Y/n!"

Hyunjin:

Being a trainee was hard. It could really take a toll on both your mental and physical state. It was long hours and constant pressure. Sometimes you wondered why you were even doing it but you would be quickly reminded that you loved it. you loved singing and dancing but most of all you loved performing.

Usually, you could keep riding onto the high you got from performing but today it didn’t seem to be enough. Your voice didn’t seem to be able to reach the high points of the song you couldn’t follow along to the song. The worst part was that you were the only one out of your group that had trouble with this song.

That night you stayed behind, after everyone left to keep practicing. You were finishing up after practicing for hours, when you heard a loud thud. You whipped your head around to face the door and there laid a lanky guy. You furrowed your brows trying to figure out how he ended up laying in the entry way.

“Are you okay?” You asked. He quickly turned his head to look at you. He clearly hadn’t realized that there was someone else in the room.

“Uhhh yeah I’m fine. My friends they just pushed me.” He quickly pulled himself up, wanting to save himself from more any more embarrassment. “What are you still doing here it’s way past midnight?”

“I was actually finishing, I stayed to practice some more. What about you, why are you still here? As far as I know it’s past midnight for you too!” You whipped out a water bottle from your duffel bag taking large gulps.

“I was just leaving too.” He nodded his head, avoiding your gaze. “W-Would you like for me to walk you back to your dorm?”

“Sure, I’d like that ....”

“Hyunjin”

“Y/n”

Jisung:

It was a slow Sunday, you had a lot of time to kill. So obviously you decided to kill your time by going to the arcade. Usually you would’ve forced your friends to come with you but ironically you seemed to be the only person on earth to be free today.

You slowly made your way through the arcade, considering each and every game before settling for Pac-Man. An old classic. The Pac-Man game was right beside the Dance Dance Revolution game that was always packed, no matter what. You lightly shoved some people out of your way as to get to the game.

Out of no where a hand shot out and grabbed your arm. You snapped your head around as to spot the culprit. There stood a handsome guy. He was staring at you intently. You eyebrows shot up.

“Can I help you?” You softly detached his deadly grip from your arm.

“Yes. Are you good at Dance Dance Revolution?”

“I’m ok at it. Why are you asking?” This was easily one of the weirdest situations you’ve ever experienced.

“My friends and I are doing a Dance Dance Revolution tournament and I need a partner. Will you be my partner?”

“Alright, let’s do it. I’m Y/n by the way.”

“I’m Jisung”

Felix:

Korean was hard. You realized this before you accepted the exchange program to Korea. What you didn’t realize is that even impressed in the language and culture you still wouldn’t have a clue about the language.

So as to pass your classes you decided to take an after-school Korean class. It was the first day and you were quite nervous to say the least, so nervous you got there almost an hour early. You clutched your bag and picked a spot at the back to hopefully not get called on by the teacher. As time passed by students piled into the class.

There was barely five minutes before the course and nobody was sitting by you. Somehow everyone else paired up meaning you had all the space in the world. You were just about to put down your bag on the other chair when the class door burst open. A boy just stood, now realizing the dramatic entry he just did. He blushed and quickly spoted a chair. He plopped the remaining place which was right beside you.

You stole a quick glance at him, he was really cute. Even though you would miss the extra space you were quite glad such a cute boy sat by you. He abruptly turned towards you and shot you a smile.

"I'm Felix. Nice to meet you, I guess we're gonna be spending a lot of time together."

"I'm Y/n nice to meet you too."

Seungmin:

It was finally summer break. After such a long year you truly deserved a break. As to celebrate the first day of vacation you and your friends decided to go to the mall and buy some new summer clothes. You were walking on the pathway sipping on your freshly made drink discussing when one of your friends yelled out.

"Seungmin, over here!!!" Your head snapped around to find a handsome boy making his way over to your group of friends. Your friend suddenly turned towards you.

"Y/n you're gonna love him! He's super sweet and really cute!!" She was bouncing in place at the idea that you were finally going to meet Seungmin. He weaved through the crowd before getting to you and your friends.

“Hi I’m Seungmin, I don’t think we’ve met.” Heat rose to your cheeks. Your friend mentioned he was cute but not this cute.

“Hi I’m Y/n and no we haven’t” You must’ve looked like a tomato at this point.

“Well it’s nice to meet you”

“Yeah it’s very nice to meet you too...”

Jeongin:

It’s hard being the new girl in school. You just transferred from another school and you hated it. As much as you liked the idea of starting fresh you hated it. You were completely lost in the school and you were already late to your class. You were wandering around the hallway hoping to magically find your classroom.

Turning the corner you suddenly bumped into a chest. you stumbled backward surprised by the interruption. When you looked up there stood the cutest boy. He somehow made those tacky uniforms look good.

“Oh sorry...” He quickly apologized. Still stunned by his good looks you saw your opportunity to find your way back to your class.

“It’s fine. Could you tell me where my class is. I’m new and i still haven’t figured my way around.”You asked pointing to your schedule.

“Of course.” He grabbed your schedule, your hands lightly brush each other. A soft smile brushed across your lips.

“Well it’s across campus.” No wonder you couldn’t find your class, you were in the completely wrong building!

“Alright thanks!” You took back your schedule and turned on your heels to make your way to your class.

“Wait, how about I walk you.” He reached out lightly grabbing your elbow.

“Sure!” You were quite embarrassed but you felt quite happy. You didn’t need to know that Jeongin’s class was actually where you both started.

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