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lu-undy · 4 years ago

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Chapter 97 - SBT

Here it is!

"Are you comfortable like this?"

"Yeah… Thanks, luv'."

Lucien slid his arms under the surface of the water to hug his lover. Both of them were in the bathtub, Mundy sitting between Lucien's legs. The lights were off in the bathroom, except for a few scented candles, and there wasn't a sound to be heard apart from the soft tickling of the bubbles popping at the surface of the water.

"Lu', uh, I'm still… I'm still worryin' about it all…"

"Do me a favour, mon amour."

"Mh?"

"Forget about it, just for tonight. We can worry tomorrow, no one is chasing us."

"Yeah, but-"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Lucien cut him and hugged him tightly under the water. "You need to relax. You cannot remain stressed like this or you will have more grey hair than I do."

"I like your grey hair, Lu'..."

Lucien smiled.

"Do you really or is it just to make me feel better about it?"

"No, it's the truth, I really love your grey hair, 's beautiful."

"So are you, all of you." Lucien answered and slowly let his hands splay on Mundy's naked skin before gently stroking his torso, chest and stomach in soft movements.

"Mmh… Thank you so much…" Mundy leaned his head back on Lucien's shoulder and the Frenchman smiled. He slid his fingers through the Aussie's short, brown locks of hair and started to knead his scalp. "Orh… God, yeah…"

"Sshh, mon amour… Relax, and let me take care of you…"

"Lu'...?"

"Oui?"

"Please, talk to me…" Mundy rolled up his eyes and closed them as he hissed in pleasure.

"About what?"

Lucien's fingers were working wonders on Mundy's tired head.

"Anythin'... Talk, sing, anythin'... Just wanna hear you…"

"Ah." Lucien got his mouth closer to Mundy's ear and whispered.

"Je l'ai trouvée devant ma porte

Un soir que je rentrais chez moi,

Partout elle me fait escorte, elle est revenue, la voilà…"

Mundy smiled and Lucien saw his chest heave under the waves of air that he knew oh so well. It was the beginning of the first song that Lulu had sang, all those months ago, more than a year ago now. La Solitude.

Lucien did not sing all of it. He soon stopped and just whispered.

"Mon amour… I am so proud of you… Such courage…"

Lucien's hands slithered from Mundy's hair to his shoulders.

"Oh… Lu'... Gosh… Hah…"

Mundy's eyes were still closed. He felt the thin lips he loved so much on the side of his neck, behind his ear, nipping. The kisses were wet mostly from the bath water.

Suddenly, Mundy's skin was very sensitive. He felt his hairs spike up everywhere and he was aware of every little flow that Lucien induced with his seductive caresses.

"Lu'... W-what are you doin'...?" Mundy smiled with his eyes closed and the sight of it filled Lucien with joy.

"I am taking care of you. It is my duty and pleasure…"

"Oh, Gosh… Y'know I'm sensitive there, please…"

Lucien was brushing his hands on Mundy's hips, left and right.

"Oui, I know." He simply answered as he felt Mundy's body struggle to not melt into jelly in his arms. "Don't resist it… Yield to me…"

"God, not the voice… the whispers…"

"Relax, Mundy. Laisse-moi m'occuper de toi, laisse-toi faire… Fonds dans mes bras, je suis là, je prends soin de toi…"

[Relax Mundy. Let me take care of you, let yourself go… Melt in my arms, I am here for you, I take care of you…]

Mundy's breath changed. His chest heaved and he arched his back slightly. Lucien's lips were on his ear while his hands slowly slid up to his chest. He massaged there, gently, as he went on whispering whatever came to his mind to take Mundy's away from his problems.

"I am yours, Mundy, I am yours and the sight of your naked body so pliant in my hands is a godly delicacy for my eyes… Look at you… So sensitive, your eyebrows twitch at every touch, no matter how delicate it is. Non, please, don't clench your jaw, relax everything in you and let yourself fall in my arms as limply as you can…"

"I… I can't…"

"Why…? What is the matter..?"

"Y-you're… Can't be limp everywhere…" Mundy blushed. He didn't know how to phrase that better, his brains were like jelly.

"Mmh, is it?" Lucien's index fingers circled the little spots of darker skin on Mundy's chest and the Aussie's breath hitched.

"Hah! Gosh, Lu'...!"

"Very sensitive we are, non?"

"Y-yeah… Hah… Please…"

"What do you want, Mundy? Do you want me to…" Lucien's hands slid down and dangerously close to Mundy's private area. The Aussie removed Lucien's hands fast.

"No! Please!"

The Frenchman immediately removed his hands.

"I… I am sorry, mon amour, I thought you wanted me to-"

Mundy stood up and exited the bathtub. He grabbed a towel and wiped himself dry.

"Mundy…?"

He then turned to Lucien and helped him out, silently, before drying him too. He wrapped his still damp, long hair in a towel and hugged his naked body.

"What is the matter, mon amour?"

Mundy's head was buried in the crook of Lucien's neck and his eyes were closed there.

"I… Thank you so much…"

"What for?"

"Just bein' here for me and… Always puttin' me first and…"

"It is my pleasure." Lucien hugged him back. "You just need a bit of comfort."

"Only you can do that."

"Do what?" Lucien asked.

"Make me feel better."

Lucien smiled and Mundy finally looked down in his eyes.

"I love you, Lu'. Love you so much…" He took Lucien's delicate chin between his fingers and pulled it into a kiss. "Love you… and need you…"

Lucien's hands slid on Mundy's back, between the scars.

"I am here.. for you…"

They spoke between kisses, when they could afford to divert their attention away from the other's lips for a few words.

"Lu'..." Mundy's kiss grew more heated. It might be Lucien's hands on his hips…

"Orh, oui…"

...or his own hands on Lucien's softness.

The Frenchman frowned. Mundy's hands behind him were playing a dangerous game, a game where Lucien's knees would lose.

"Mundy…"

Lapping sounds resonated in the tiled bathroom and the towel on Lucien's hair fell to the floor.

"Lu'..."

One of Mundy's hands slid up along Lucien's spine, making his skin prickle under the calloused digits, whilst the other stayed where the Aussie loved it and kneaded, squeezed tenderly and pulled gently. He wanted to feel all of Lucien in his hands. Lucien's knees were fighting for some strength as his hands grasped Mundy's shoulders. In case his legs failed, at least he would hang from the Aussie's shoulders… And he was on the tip of his toes too, trying to reach his tall lover's lips without ever breaking contact.

Their breaths grew louder and as Lucien was slowly losing his balance, Mundy turned and pushed him against the wall. There, Lucien would be at least resting part of his weight against it.

The Aussie didn't waste any time and dived to the Frenchman's neck.

"Mon Dieu!"

He bit it and Lucien's eyes snapped wide when he felt the sharp canines sting. He bit his lip and hung on to Mundy's body, as best as he could.

"M-Mundy… Hah…"

To help Lucien stand even more, Mundy pushed his hips against the Frenchman. The sudden meeting of their intimacies punched their guts warmly.

"Grand Dieu…."

Lucien screwed his eyes shut and let Mundy kiss, claw, pull, grab, and bite wherever he wanted.

"Need you on the bed, Lu'..."

"Take me… Oh?!"

Mundy put his arms below Lucien's thighs and powerfully carried him in his arms. The Frenchman wrapped his legs around the Aussie's waist and clung to him until they arrived in the bedroom and Mundy delicately laid Lucien on his back, on the bed.

"Gosh, you're gorgeous…"

It only took a moment for their eyes to adjust to the darkness, and they took advantage of it to forget about the rest of the world. In their pitch black, soft universe, there was only them. However hard they opened their eyes, they couldn't see anything else but each other, and however hard they strained their ears, they couldn't hear anything but their moans, their hitched breaths, syllables of love, wrapped under the bed's cover, in the secrecy of their own world.

"Oh oui… Oui, Mundy…"

The Aussie was on top of Lucien. He had one hand in his hair, grasping the silky cinder locks firmly. His other hand held both of them where their desire burnt the most. And he clenched his grip, massaging along the lines of their veins, reading in Braille what Lucien didn't dare say, because it wasn't like him. It wasn't like him to be too blunt, too crude. As he did in life in general, he carefully chose his words in the sheets too, for the pleasure to grow without crossing the line and breaking it all.

So what Lucien couldn't say, he conveyed differently. A loving and slow roll of the hips, a slightly higher-pitched whimper, a syllable laced in a thin whisper, because the sentence would be too much.

"More…"

Mundy's hand released his own masculinity to only focus on Lucien.

"Non, please… You and me…"

Mundy smiled and kissed the corner of Lucien's lips before wrapping his fingers again around both of them.

"Oui… Oui…"

Mundy's other hand slid down from Lucien's hair to his face, grabbing his bearded jaw and pulling. He too, needed more of his lover.

"Hah… Oui…" Lucien loved it. There weren't enough words to express it, or maybe he just didn't know them. So for lack of a better way to phrase it, he whimpered, his moans jumping an octave higher in pitch.

"Like it when I hold you…?"

Lucien nodded, his lips still against Mundy. He couldn't answer with words.

"Right then…"

Mundy's hand slithered down to Lucien's chest, his fingers drowning in the short, salt and pepper chest hair. He pinched a nipple and Lucien's voice jumped again as his back arched. The Aussie chuckled and bit his lover's ear. His hand continued its journey down until it went lower than the first.

"Ohf-gnh! Mundy!"

With a hand on their lust, and the other below Lucien's, the Aussie grinned maliciously. Lucien's eyes were shut and he didn't see it. He could only feel the confident hand cup, caress and massage the two treasures that Lucien kept underneath his member.

"Sensitive there, eh?"

Lucien's hands had slid to Mundy's hair and clenched. He nodded again.

"I like it… Ooh, y'liked that, didn't ya?"

Lucien's dignity had left the room a long while ago. There was nothing else to save, so he yielded and his vocal chords sang a song that Mundy revelled in. It was high in pitch, almost feminine and definitely weak, something that the hunter appreciated deeply. He liked hearing the confident and gorgeous man lose his composure and there was something beautiful and raw in Lucien's vulnerability; something that tickled the Aussie in his body as much as in his pride. It was shameful, perhaps, but part of him was far from shy and liked the position of power, not in a cruel way, but just knowing that he was in control and able to satisfy his lover, he was in a position of predator, not prey. Oh, yes, he enjoyed pulling the wanton moans, the weak whimpers, the syllables of Lucien's pride collapsing. He liked it all as much as he liked providing enough comfort and trust for Lucien to abandon himself that way, to be as defenseless as he wanted, to lower his guard and enjoy the luxury of the safety in Mundy's arms.

"Mundy… please…?"

"Right, enough teasin'..." Mundy lay on top of Lucien and let his entire body weigh on the Frenchman. His arms slithered left and right around the silhouette of the singer, the spy, the partner in crime, in life and now, in the sheets. He hugged Lucien powerfully as he kissed him hungrily. There was nothing to lose that he hadn't lost yet. There was no obstacle, no limit in his head, no barriers, no secrets.

"Mon Dieu…" Lucien's eyebrows arched high up and he could feel his eyes warm up. "Please, take me…"

"Whatever you want, darl'..." Mundy added a quick kiss on Lucien's lower lip while the Frenchman was trying to catch his breath and relax. A second later, a pop resounded in the room, and a smell, the smell of lust, diffused in the room.

"How do you want me?" Lucien whispered.

"However you want me to take you, luv'."

And Lucien flipped to lie on his stomach.

"Yeah, that's perfect…" Mundy couldn't resist and dived in that softness that beckoned his eyes. He couldn't resist it, there was no way. He lapped, bit and savoured as Lucien's hips jerked on their own occasionally. "Mmh… So soft…"

Another bite and Lucien whimpered.

"Please…!" He begged and Mundy felt the outcry resonate between his own legs.

"Gosh, yeah…" He put his hands on Lucien's softness and pulled, left and right before kissing and lapping.

"Please, Mundy, I… really need you…" Mundy had noticed that indeed, Lucien was rolling his hips on the bed. "Oh! Oui!" The Frenchman grabbed a pillow and buried his head in it, to solely focus on the new sensation. Mundy went slowly and prudently before he added more to the play.

"Breathe, luv', you're doin' great… Take your time…" He kissed Lucien's behind and thighs repeatedly.

"More…"

Mundy did as Lucien asked and could feel the Frenchman slowly adjust to the sensation. Now, Lucien felt the same burning front and back.

"You… I need you…"

"Ssh… Let me just… Yeah, look at you… You're perfect…" Mundy had added yet another finger to the play and Lucien's tears started beading at the corner of his eyes. It wasn't because of the pain, but the frustration, the anticipation, the slow burn was killing him.

But soon, Mundy withdrew and Lucien whined as a complaint.

"Just a second… Didn't know you could be that impatient, eh…?" Mundy lay on top of Lucien's back and the Frenchman raised his hips. "Oh… Yeah… P-perfect…"

Lucien bit the pillow below him to smother his moans that Mundy could hear nonetheless. It took a few seconds of exquisite agony before the Aussie was entirely in the safety of his lover's body. "Yeah… Orh… You feel… so nice… Hold on…" He grabbed Lucien's shoulder from behind, as leverage, and started to roll his hips. "Ohohooo… Yeah… Yeah…!"

Each roll of his hips was met by Lucien's eager ones. And the game started to get hotter, both started to sweat…

Lucien turned his head away from the pillow to catch some fresh air and Mundy caught the corner of his lips. His hands slid one across Lucien's chest, the other on his throat.

"Oh! O-oui!"

Mundy's eyebrows would have jumped if he wasn't so busy. He didn't know Lucien had that… side to him. The one that complemented Mundy's baser, hunter instincts, the prey side. Mundy's fingers laced around the Frenchman's throat, careful not to squeeze too tightly but enough to feel the fragile column of delicate flesh, the source of Lucien's voice, of his songs of pleasure, of his sounds of lust.

Mundy paused for an instant and pushed a lock of Lucien's long hair away from his face.

"Love you, Lu', love you so much…"

"Hah… Mundy… Why… Why…" Lucien panted.

"Why, what, darl'?" Mundy lay on top of Lucien still and hugged him. Their breaths soon synced.

"Why did I have to wait so long for this?"

Mundy smiled.

"Cause you come across as a posh snob, not someone who likes bein' put in his place…"

Lucien smiled, his eyes still closed.

"And all it took…" He answered. "Was an outstanding sharpshooter…"

"Apparently, yeah. But I'm not a sharpshooter anymore, luv'."

"Non, it is true. And yet, anything you have done from the moment I saw you use your rifle to today, all of these things led me to be underneath you now and… well, dare I say, sing my pleasure in octaves unheard of before…"

"Mmh…" Mundy kissed his lover again and again, Lucien turning his head as much as he could to meet his lover's lips. "I love you… I love takin' care of you like that…" Mundy tightened his grip on his lover and raised his hips slowly before pushing them back.

"Oorh…" Lucien's eyes rolled up in bliss and he bit his lower lip. Mundy's break was over and soon, the bed started to creak as the springs in the mattress suffered in rhythm with Mundy's hips.

Mundy stuck his cheek to Lucien's, both slid against each other with the sweat.

"Listen to me… Y-you're everythin', ok? Y-you're so… important… Can't stop thinkin' about you… I see you everywhere, in everythin', I don't want you to go… I wanna stay with you, always… Uh-hold on… There!"

"Arh!"

Mundy had slipped a hand where Lucien was craving it.

"Listen to me, I-orh… I'm gettin' close… You're gettin' me… so… bloody… close…"

They were both out of energy. Mundy's abs and thighs burnt, Lucien's lower body didn't respond to him anymore, it was totally controlled by Mundy's hips and what they held in between.

"Hold on… need to kiss you…" Mundy withdrew from his lover who complained with a whine. He gently rolled him to face him and smiled as he caressed his face, pressing his sweaty forehead against Lucien's. "No, please… Don't be sad… Here… Uh, Gosh you're perfect…"

Mundy positioned himself again and asked for his thighs to make one last effort, to carry him and Lucien till the end. He was in pain, drained of energy and panting hard. Lucien pushed his hips back to help him. Oui, they would conclude together.

"Arh… L-Lu'..."

Mundy slid his fingers through Lucien's long hair, raking his scalp with his calloused fingers. Both opened their eyes and stared intensely, Mundy, his brow furrowed and focused, his jaw clenched, Lucien, his eyebrows arched high up and tears at the corner of his eyes, looking up to the only man he should ever show weakness too. Because it wasn't weakness, it was trust.

"Oui… M-Mundy, hold me… Kiss me… Mon Dieu!"

The Aussie obeyed and stuck his lips to his lover. But both felt it. Their high was imminent. Lucien dug his pristine nails in Mundy's back and wrapped his legs around his waist as the Aussie's hips slowed down and pushed impossibly further, chasing a pleasure that now crashed in waves through his entire body.

"Mundy!"

"LUCIEN!"

Perle and Soot woke up in a flash from the other end of the corridor, their ears pricked up. Mundy's roar had slashed the air as he let himself collapse on his lover.

Their ears rang with the fading ripples of Mundy's outcry in the air, their hearts were beating a samba on their temples as their breaths galloped to catch the oxygen in the room. Once abundant, now it felt like none was left.

Instinctively, their eyes closed, they found each other's lips and clung there. The rest of their bodies were too weak. They needed to rest, catch their breaths and wait for the blood to flow back everywhere.

And so they waited for their breaths to calm down. None of them realised it but they fell asleep in that position, making one still, in the safety of each other's arms. Their bodies and mind blacked out for God knows how long.

When Mundy opened his eyes again, the sky was still dark but some early birds were chirping.

"Mmh… mon amour…"

Kiss… Kiss… Kiss…

Shy pecks were landing down in the crook of Lucien's neck and along his bearded jaw.

"Mundy… Let me sleep…"

"Not a chance."

Mundy felt Lucien's legs stretch under the blanket and soon, the Frenchman's limbs laced sensually around his lover.

"Ya clingy lil' panther."

"Mmh!" Lucien protested but his moan soon melted in the velvety chuckle that Mundy loved so much. The Aussie raised the duvet and covered them both before kissing the Frenchman some more, pushing him deeper and deeper into the mattress itself. "Someone woke up in a playful mood, hm?"

"Well, I had a good night, and I woke up still in the arms of my darl', so yeah…"

"And your darl', as you call him, is delighted."

More lapping sounds under the cover of the duvet, Mundy still on top of Lucien.

"How d'you feel?"

"Some areas are a bit… sore."

"Ah, sorry, my fault."

"Oui, it is. But I do not hold a grudge against you for it."

They rolled and Lucien climbed on top of his lover, lying flat on his naked body.

"Would a massage help…?" Mundy slid his hands down Lucien's back.

"Are you asking more for me or for you?"

Mundy chuckled.

"For you, of course."

"Mundy…?"

"Right, maybe a bit for me too, eh." He gently caressed Lucien where he liked it most.

"Ah, gently, please…" Lucien pushed the cover away from them and the sunlight hit their naked and lazy bodies.

"Yeah, don't worry. I'm not gonna squeeze it." Mundy looked down on his torso. Lucien looked like a mermaid sunbathing on his chest of the same colour as the sand. His long, cinder hair was flowing on Mundy's torso. The Aussie caressed it. "Love your hair, darl', so soft and beautiful."

"Merci. I love you entirely." Lucien gently scratched his lover's chest hair, next to his own head. "I had the most pleasant dream last night."

"Oh? What was it?"

"There was a feral, wild Bushman, an outstanding sharpshooter."

"Ooh, what did he do?"

"Things that my lips cannot say."

"Why?"

"Because it isn't made for children's ears."

"Where d'you see a kid?" Mundy asked.

"There…" Lucien pointed at the door.

"Meow…?"

"Yeah, hold on, guys, let me cover Papa… He's all nakey nakey, eh…?" Mundy pulled the cover up to their waists and the cats trotted in the room before jumping on the bed and brushing themselves on both of them.

"Bonjour, les enfants." Lucien moved to lie next to Mundy, his head on his shoulder and both Perle and Soot lay between them. They loved being showered in scratches and their purrs grew louder.

[Hello, children.]

"Meow?"

"Yeah, Sooty boy, I know you want your brekky. Give us a minute to wake up, yeah? We also need a good shower…"

The black male with green eyes headbutted Mundy affectionately and the Aussie gave him a cat kiss in response.

"Meow." Perle called and Soot immediately raised his head to her. She gently walked to the edge of the bed, her fluffy paws sinking in her masters' body through the cover, and jumped down.

Soot was quick to follow his wife out of the bedroom.

"Pearl's the one who's leadin', eh?" Mundy said as he watched Soot trot to his companion.

"So am I." Lucien cheekily answered.

"Think you need to rethink that after last night, hm?"

"Do I?"

"Mh-hm." Mundy nodded.

"Make me, then." Lucien cocked a cheeky eyebrow.

It took a second trip of the cats to pull the lovebirds out of bed.

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy #SBT

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bellalikeskitties · 4 years ago

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me and my husband (we are doing better) ☾

pairing: lee taeyong x reader x johnny suh

this is the decision you made, and he is the person you chose, so you’re just going to stick with him. you both have your problems, but this is your life and you’re going to live it.

based on mitski’s me and my husband

word count: 1.2k

genre: angst? married au, implied female reader

warning/s: abusive relationship w/ john

a/n: I literally can’t stop singing this song so im making a fic out of it, also hello to my 15 wips lmao, also i am no way describing the person himself, this is a work of fiction, johnny is the biggest sweetheart I know

also big thanks to @splootdoolies for being a wonderful beta reader <33 luv u, check them out, they’re an amazing artist

Loud ticking from the dainty cream clock in the corner covered the room like a blanket. The sound not blearing into the ears, simply passing by like it wasn’t even there. Sunlight peered into the slits of the blinds, landing onto both of your seated figures. Taeyong sat straight, his collars pressed neatly into place. He looked professional, sleek, and cold. But his eyes held warmth, something he always had when it came to you.

After a quick swipe of tongue over his lower lip, he spoke. "How are you?". Quick, modest, and easy; all of his questions were like that. No beating around the bush, no underlying message or figure of speech. It was direct to the point.

How were you?

Finally, the light is pointed towards you. Seated across him, hands folded in place, legs crossed, leaning into the smooth couch he provided. In contrast to Taeyong’s suit and tie, you wore a dress with a light shade of yellow. Blinding for Taeyong, for you looked too glad, too fake. You pursed your lips, tilting your head for effect.

"The world is too big for us to live in; too much space to fill for a simple woman. There is a whole of the unknown, just waiting to be discovered. We are but insignificant, a tiny speck in the universe with a life to match. Sometimes I feel as if I'm doing something wrong by simply breathing." The latter part of your words came as a whisper, floating over to the man's ears.

"The air we breathe is of no one's property, miss (y/n). You are free to do as you wish, it is your life to live."

His steady breaths linger in his words, wanting to somehow communicate with you, to match with how you were. A sigh and now he's chewing on the insides of his mouth. You glance behind him, the small items in the room. It was best for people in his job description to have a welcoming workspace. A soft palette of colors instead of bright shades that took your attention.

Smoothening your skirt, you continue. "Johnny, well, Johnny was--". You cleared your throat, and Taeyong's hand quickly jots down on the paper he held.

"Well, in high school, he was such an athlete, still is. Used to be busy after class for practice, and that's how we met. I fell in love with him after seeing how immersed he was in the sport, ironic, due to how unfit I was.

He was never one to brag or be arrogant, but he liked to keep things with himself. I used to remember having to comfort him whenever he furrowed his brows, he liked to do it when something wasn’t right.” Your fondness didn’t go unnoticed by him, his own shoulders relaxing as he matched the small smile you had on your face.

You were truly the only thing that made Taeyong feel this way. An overflowing amount of affection that had him addicted to your meetings. He wished for more time, an excuse, dinner maybe, just something for you to see him as a man. His thoughts put on pause, his attention now on your fiddling fingers.

“And then, we got married. The love of my life, I was overjoyed. Nothing could ever compare to what I felt when I walked down the aisle and saw Johnny with that stupid grin of his. Of course, as you know, the happiness was short-lived. After a few months, he changed, for the worse. And the rest, history.” Your voice was soft, something Taeyong noticed from the first day. It was usual with women with a history of abuse, always feeling small and insignificant.

He would never treat you that way.

He shook his head lightly, dismissing all incompetent thoughts from his head. He knew history. He knew how your husband would beat you senseless at night, only to apologize the next morning, claiming it was unintentional. Taeyong had his own anger, yes, but towards your spouse. Your mention of his past affiliation with sport only added fuel to the fire. You were so precious, until Mr. Suh decided you weren’t. Reasoning with love and stress from work, you let him do as he wanted. Too good for your own sake, you forgave his actions, day after day. Until finally, your mother noticed. Taeyong knew history, alright. How Johnny had supposedly changed after months without you. So here you were, with a psychiatrist to heal the mental wounds.

“It’s history, Mr. Lee. I’m a wife, and after all, it has been always just him and me together. It was us against the world. I felt so senseless, so out of place in my own life.” Your hands trembled slightly, watching the man write seamlessly from what you said. “I may take up space in this world, but when he walks in, I am loved. I feel loved. So I’m betting all I have on his furrowed brow, and at least in this lifetime, we’re sticking together.”

The soft thud made you look up, Taeyong had an unreadable expression before he apologized and picked up the fallen pen. “Miss (y/n), are you sure about your decision?”.

He wanted you to say no, to ask him to help you leave whatever relationship you had left with your abuser. Conflict arose within him; professionalism, or humanity. And for whatever reason, he glanced towards your powdered neck and the small spots that peeked under the hem of your skirt. Your chuckle leads his eyes back on your face, suddenly realizing how hollow your cheeks looked, with the addition of dark circles. “Mr. Lee, you don’t seem to understand. Me and my husband, we are doing better.”

His lips curved down, but before he could even reply, a sharp knock cut your conversation. Both your heads turned to the door and a mop of blonde hair entered. “(y/n), you know we have a dinner reservation, right? We can't afford to be late.” Johnny’s voice was lower than Taeyong’s, he looked taller, bulkier even. Everything he had done to you must have extremely hurt, coming from someone like him.

“Of course dear, I will be with you in a minute. I’ll just finish things up here.” Your sweet smile cuts through Taeyong like a knife, the realization of his unconditional feelings dawning over. And while you hadn’t seen it, Johnny had. The tall man walked closer to you, tugging at your arm to rise you up with ease. “Don’t worry, I’ll thank Mr. Lee here. You go on and wait in the car for me, okay?”. The grip he had made you nod immediately, muttering a quiet ‘thank you, see you next month’ at Taeyong before leaving the room.

His eyes were on the door where you had left, while Johnny’s were pinned right at Taeyong. “My wife is wonderful, isn’t she?”. Emphasizing on ‘wife’, he looked down on him, sizing him up like prey. “Miss (y/n) is pleasant.” He prayed he wouldn’t notice how shaky his voice was, or how his eyes flinched when he mentioned you. The ticking returns, but now it feels deafening, striking them with unfiltered tension.

“She must have mentioned our situation, and how we’ve decided to work things out.” Johnny accompanies the ticking, tapping his finger over the table. “I’ve also decided that (y/n) doesn’t need to do these ‘monthly check-ins’ anymore. She’s alright now, just fine.” Dread. Dread and grief runs through Taeyong as he registered what he said.

You’re stopping your sessions.

And as if Johnny noticed, he chuckled. “Good day to you, Mr. Lee.”

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rosesupposes · 5 years ago

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Ivy League

In which Race goes to dinner with Spot, his professor, and his asshole classmate and Spot ends up defending Race’s honor.

This is v v v self indulgent and probably doesn’t make much sense. Just know that Kelly Smaltzer is modern girlsie Smalls who just hasn’t gotten her nickname yet.

Read on AO3.

“Thanks so much for your help, Race. I was sure I was gonna fail this test.”

“No problem, Davey,” Race said, packing the empty containers from his lunch into his bag. Spot was on a meal prep kick and Race hadn’t been able to escape it. “After my midterm this morning, it actually reminded me that physics isn’t crazy.”

“Your Planetary Relations class right?” Davey started packing up his bag.

“Yeah and then my Dance Comp one later. But Albert and I are having rehearsals beforehand and then we’ve got another rehearsal for a showcase.”

Davey looked confused, as he gathered up the trash from his lunch, along with the trash Jack and Crutchie had left when Race and Davey had started reviewing for Davey’s Physics I test. “I thought you and Spot had that dinner with his professor tonight?”

Race groaned and held up the garment bag he’d had to bring along with his backpack and dance bag. “We do. I’ve been lugging my pants and shirt around all day. I have to wear a tie, Davey. A tie.”

Davey rolled his eyes. “You’ll survive. Spot must really want to impress his professor if he’s risking making you wear a tie.”

“I resent that but it’s not untrue. And he does. She takes an intern every summer from her first year classes and he thinks it’s a really good sign that she invited him to this dinner. But she also invited that asshole classmate that Spot’s always complaining about. He’s bringing his girlfriend.” Race wrinkled his nose.

“Oh, I see. That’s why your wearing the tie,” Davey said with the know it all tone that Race knew meant he was teasing.

“What?”

“You’re trying to out trophy wife the girlfriend.”

“Shut up and go take your physics test,” Race said, pushing Davey’s arm and then walking away from him. His phone chirped with a text from Davey not 30 seconds later.

I’m adding 3 points to your pettiness score. You’re in the lead now.

His Dance Comp midterm went well, even if it ran over. He blamed Albert for drawing the last performance slot because he could have left early otherwise. His whole body ached, protesting the Pilates class from hell that he’d had before lunch and the three hours of rehearsal he’d had after. Going home and vegging out on the couch sounded infinitely better than going to Spot’s dinner. The food would be good, sure, and Spot’s professor was paying but he’d learned early on in Spot’s law school career that when people at law events found out he wasn’t also in law school, they tended to lose interest pretty quickly. He was usually relegated to the role of trophy boyfriend- which he could do and do well but it was kind of hard when he was this exhausted and coming right from a day of midterms.

He tied his tie while he waited for his Uber and attempted to fix his hair using Snapchat as a mirror. Spot had mentioned that his asshole classmate’s girlfriend was apparently model pretty and Davey was right; Race was nothing if not petty. He was definitely going to be the better trophy wife tonight, even if he was exhausted and coming from four hours of dancing.

As soon as Race was in his Uber and had an ETA he trusted, he texted Spot.

mdtrm ran ovr b there 5 min l8 blame al

Okay

ur gonna wow her n then well get wine drunk w javid 2nite 2 celbr8

After texting Jack and Davey to make sure they could get wine drunk when Race and Spot got home, Race was happy to find his AirPods shoved into his wallet and he put them in so he could start reviewing the choreography for his upcoming Repertory midterm in his head. He got another text from Spot when he was about five minutes from the restaurant.

They're seating us now. Just ask for Taylor Caine.

k eta 4 min ur gonna kill it luv u

Race went right to the hostess when he entered the restaurant. She probably had a fancier title than hostess at a place like this but Race definitely didn't know the word, even if it was probably Italian. "Hi, I think my party's already been seated. I'm with Taylor Caine?"

The hostess gave him a once over, eyes catching on his poorly tied tie. "Of course, follow me, sir." She led Race through the main dining area and to another, smaller area where Race immediately picked out Spot and his group. He waved, hoping to catch Spot's eye and sure enough Spot saw him, his face brightening in a way that most people didn't recognize.

"Speak of the devil," he said, grinning as Race took the empty seat between Spot and who he assumed was asshole classmate's girlfriend. "This is my boyfriend, Antonio Higgins."

"Call me Tony, please," Race said, as if he ever used that name. "I'm so sorry I'm late, my dance midterm ran over."

The woman on the other side of Spot set her menu down and pushed her reading glasses on top of her head, offering her hand to Race, who took it. "No worries at all, we've only just ordered our drinks. I'm Taylor Caine."

"Oh the famous Professor Caine," Race crowed. "It's so great to meet you after all of Sean's stories."

"Only good ones I hope?"

"The best," Race agreed, grinning at Spot, who was getting the look he did when he was almost about to blush. Race decided to back off a little instead of laying it on so thick. "He loves your classes."

"Oh don't flatter her," the woman next to her said. The way she put her hand on Taylor's shoulder spoke of years of easy familiarity and it made Race smile to think of having that with someone- with Spot- one day. "I'll never hear the end of it. I'm Dalia."

Race shook her hand and then turned to the man at her side- presumably Spot's classmate. Race offered his hand. The man took it, but not before staring at it disdainfully. He eventually deigned to introduce himself to Race, but not before Race reintroduced himself first. “Antonio Higgins.”

"Joseph Huntington III. This is my fiancée, Kelly Smaltzer."

"Great to meet you." Race was sitting next to Kelly so he turned to her as well and offered his hand, which she shook. "That dress is absolutely beautiful. Vera Wang?"

Kelly's face lit up. She was very pretty and Race felt a little bitter. "Thank you, yes. How did you know?"

While the others discussed whatever it was lawyers discussed, Race told her about Jack’s internship at the fashion magazine and how they would obsess over spreads together for hours and they fell into an easy conversation about fashion magazines. Kelly, it turned out, was writing for the website of a competing fashion magazine but she quietly admitted to Race that she was hoping to break away from fluff pieces soon and then move to a magazine more like the one Jack worked at- one that was focused on fashion but strived for inclusivity and female empowerment. She had some interesting ideas and Race was slowly starting to like her. She and Jack would be a force to be reckoned with if put in the same room together. If they were relegated to conversation as trophy wives for the night, he didn’t think he would mind it.

Eventually the waiter appeared with drinks. Spot leaned into Race's space to tell him, "I ordered you a seltzer, babe."

Race kissed Spot on the cheek, taking his glass from the waiter. "Perfect, thanks."

As the waiter took their orders, Race suddenly realized he hadn’t looked over the menu at all- a dangerous choice, since he could be pretty picky with his Italian food. He began reading over but he only got through two appetizers before Spot interrupted him, quietly pointing out two of the menu items. “There’s lasagna you’ll like and a pasta primavera, if you want something lighter.”

“You know me too well,” he said with a wink and Spot rolled his eyes. He thought he heard Joseph scoff but he ignored it.

Once they'd settled back into conversation after ordering, Race found himself the center of attention. "So, Tony," Taylor said as she put away her reading glasses. "Sean tells me you're also at Columbia?"

Race nodded. "I am. I'm still an undergrad though- only a junior. Sean's too smart for me; he graduated high school and undergrad early."

"Don't sell yourself short. You’re-" Spot started but was interrupted by Joseph.

"You're a dance major then?"

"Yes," Race said, taking a sip of his seltzer, "a dance major and-"

“And what do you plan to do with that?”

“Well, I’m not quite sure yet but I also-”

"At Yale, dance is folded into the Theater Studies major. It’s not a very popular major. Most students at Yale choose a more… useful path for undergrad. I majored in political science. Joseph continued, a not so subtle attempt at shifting the focus of conversation to himself..

"Oh, how interesting," Dalia said, sounding perfectly interested though Race didn’t miss the little annoyed look that crossed her face.

Joseph launched into what was probably meant to sound like a description of undergraduate life in New Haven but was actually just a thinly veiled list of his accomplishments. Race nodded politely at all the right points in Joseph’s resume but caught Spot tensing his body out of the corner of his eye. Hoping to head off Spot’s seething, Race grabbed his hand under the table and squeezed it once, shaking his head a little. He waited for Spot to nod back to him before turning to Kelly. God, Spot could be such a drama queen. And, coming from Race, who was now leading on the pettiness scoreboard in their apartment, that was saying a lot.

Race turned back to Kelly, hoping to hear more of her ideas for future articles. She seemed excited just to have the chance to talk about them and after listening to both Katherine and Sarah rant for hours on end, Race felt like he knew how to actually engage in the conversation as an ally without being a total jerk.

By the time their food came, it was clear to Race that Spot’s assessment of Joseph as a Grade A Asshole was correct. He attempted to make every conversation about him and his opinions. He kept making digs at Spot’s less than ideal childhood and cutting off his own fiancée to speak for her. He was sitting next to Dalia but spent the whole time clearly trying to impress Taylor. In his effort to engage with Taylor, he ended up essentially ignoring Dalia, Kelly, and Race, and only engaging with Spot because he had to. No one seemed overly impressed with his accomplishments or his attitude which helped restore Race’s faith in humanity a little but it did not make for a fun dinner table.

Race could tell Spot was getting closer and closer to going off. His jaw was tight and he kept clenching and unclenching his fists under the table. It was one of the things Race loved most about Spot- his righteous outrage in the face of someone treating others like shit- but now was not the time for an outburst. He kept one hand just above Spot’s knee, even while talking to Kelly, slowly rubbing circles right above his knee cap.

Taylor and Dalia were wonderful, trying to keep everyone involved in the conversation. It was when they asked Kelly about herself that Race really started to get annoyed with Joseph. He kept talking over her, even when she was asked a direct question, ascribing opinions to her that Race could tell from her face she didn’t really hold. He told their engagement story with a focus on how amazing his plan had been while barely mentioning Kelly. When he excused himself to use the bathroom shortly after that, Race made it a point to ask Kelly again about the articles she wanted to write for her magazine. Taylor and Dalia both listened intently to her ideas of what fashion magazines could- and should- be.

“Sorry,” she said after a few minutes, putting her hands back in her lap and blushing a little. “I just get really excited about this kind of stuff.”

“No, no,” Taylor said. “Don’t apologize, you have a lot of really intelligent ideas and you’re very good at expressing them.”

Kelly beamed. “Thank you. I don’t have much chance to talk about them, even at work.”

Dalia hummed thoughtfully and nodded. “I remember seeing some profiles on your magazine recently. I thought they mentioned how progressive it was.”

“In some ways, it is,” Kelly said thoughtfully. “But in a lot of ways it’s white feminism and it’s lip service. There are a few articles on intersectionality in relation to feminism that I was sure I would get to write if I pitched them but I’ve been shut down again and again. They only want the type of feminism that’s palatable to their investors and they refuse to push for anything more. And we need to push for more. Intersectionality is the most important part of feminism and if I can somehow provide visibility to trans women or women of color-”

“This again, honey?” Joseph said, grinning as he sat down. “Sorry about that. She gets overexcited sometimes.”

Kelly looked visibly upset but also a little like she was used to it. “I’m not overexcited, Joey. This is important.”

“I don’t know why you care so much. It doesn’t affect you.”

“It does and even if it didn’t, then it’s even more important for me to care.”

Race could see a real argument brewing and, while he wouldn’t mind Joseph making himself out to be even more of an asshole, Kelly didn’t deserve to be put down in the middle of a restaurant, by her fiancee, when she was right. Without even thinking about it, Race took a sip of his almost finished seltzer and then set down his glass towards the edge of the table, tipping it into his own lap. “Oh my god, I’m such a klutz.” He stood, giving Spot a significant look and hoping his boyfriend picked up his cue to change the subject. “Excuse me, I’ll just go clean myself up.”

Race pulled a waitress aside as he headed to the bathroom, telling her about the spill. He cleaned himself up quickly. Thankfully, the air dryer helped with his wet pants. By the time he returned to the table, everyone seemed calm, though Kelly was decidedly not looking at Joseph. Dalia was speaking when Race sat down again. “I can’t say much obviously but it’s very exciting to represent them, even just in the patent filings. I mean, I have a degree in physics so it’s fun to go back to my roots with all the intermediary work before their next spacecraft is ready. Oh, Tony, is everything all right?”

“All set,” he said, taking his seat. “Just a little seltzer. Sorry, did you say you were working on patents for a spacecraft? Is it the Kord Industries one?”

Dalia’s eyes brightened. “Yes, actually, do you know it?”

“I do,” Race said at the same time that Joseph snorted. Race ignored it but could feel Spot seething next to him and reflexively reached a hand down to grab his knee. Spot was not going to blow his shot at this internship over whatever he thought was Race’s honor; not if Race could help it.

“And how do you feel about them? Most people who know enough to recognize them from such a brief description have strong opinions.”

“Oh, he does,” Spot said, a lot calmer than Race would expect.

Race laughed. “I guess that’s fair. I-“

“What would a dance major know about spacecraft?” Joseph had said it quietly to Kelly, who did not look pleased with him. The comment was clearly meant just for her but he hadn’t said it quietly enough because the whole table had heard him loud and clear.

“Joseph,” Kelly said, sounding scandalized. “Stop it.”

“It’s okay, Kelly,” Race said, forcing a smile onto his face, even though he was kind of exhausted from dealing with Joseph tonight.

“No, it’s not okay,” Spot interjected, standing in his seat and leaning over the table a little. “Antonio is double majoring in Dance and Astrophysics, which you would know if you hadn’t been interrupting him all night. He is the smartest and most passionate man I know. He has more talent in his pinky finger than you have in your entire body and will graduate with two very difficult degrees with no class overlap from an Ivy League school in 4 years. He’s already co-authored 2 papers as an undergrad and presented at 4 major conferences this year alone. And what have you done? Relied on daddy’s name for a degree and law school entry?”

“Spot,” Race hissed under his breath, tugging on Spot’s wrist. Both Joseph and Kelly were frozen on the other side of the table. “Sit down.”

“No, Racer. He’s been rude to everyone all night and he doesn’t get to insult your intelligence because one of your majors is dance and he couldn’t bother to listen to you and find out the other.”

Joseph seemed to have collected himself enough to lift an eyebrow, looking amused. “And you got in based on what? The scholarship for poor orphaned kids from Queens?”

“I’m from Brooklyn, asshole” Spot hissed and Race almost laughed. Leave it to Spot to bring up Brooklyn rather than his LSAT score of 179.

“I’m sorry but that is completely inappropriate language for a restaurant like this,” Joseph said still sounding amused. He looked to Dalia and Taylor, apparently aiming for conspiratorial. “I guess a place at Columbia is no guarantee for good breeding.” He turned back to Spot and Race, arms crossed as if he had won. “You should go now.”

“Actually, I think you should go, Joseph.” All eyes turned to Taylor who did not look happy at all. “Sean is right. You’ve been very rude tonight and I can’t say I blame him for lashing out. Kelly, darling, you’re welcome to stay. I’d love to hear more about your article ideas.”

Joseph’s absolutely shocked face would forever be one of Race’s favorite memories. He seemed frozen in his shock but Kelly jumped to action, standing and pulling Joseph up with her. “Thank you so much, Taylor, Dalia, but we’ll both be going. Sean, it was lovely to meet you. Tony, I’ll send you that article I was telling you about. Thank you all so much again. Have a lovely night.”

Kelly grabbed her coat and purse and pulled a shell shocked Joseph out behind her, without another word from him. Spot relaxed a little as he sat back down but Race saw the exact moment that he realized what had just happened.

“Professor, I am so sorry, that was completely inappropriate. We should go too-”

“Please don’t,” Taylor said. “You and Tony have been a delight tonight unlike Joseph. This is exactly why I do these dinners. You never know how a student behaves outside of class unless you meet them outside of class.”

“Yes, please stay,” Dalia said. “I’d like to hear Tony’s opinions on the Kord Industries spacecraft. The younger generation tends to have the most innovative thoughts on these things, in my experience. But first you’ll have to tell us where the nicknames Spot and Racer come from.”

Spot and Race grinned at each other.

“Well, you see,” Spot started, turning back to the older women. “My brother likes to think he’s very good at giving people nicknames.”

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gingerpeachtae · 6 years ago

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Concentric [3]

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Words: 8.9k

Genres: fantasy!AU, angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, eventual smut (?)

Warnings: blood, decapitation (yikes), violence

Summary: You had been ready for the end of the semester. You had been ready to spend time away from your best friend, Jimin, and finally move on from the feelings you harbored. Yet, after your friend was forced to reveal a secret, you found yourself in a new world that was chock full of magic, war, and wonder. So, here you were, basically thrown into your own fantasy novel, with your best friend on one side, and six male warriors on the other.

A/N: here ya go ya peach heads! pls engoy & I would luv to hear any feedback you have for me!

“…and then he tried fighting with swords, but he would either completely shatter the blade or the handle would fall off!” Tae was laughing so hard while he told the story that he fell on his side, clutching his stomach.

“Don’t forget the time he threw the knife behind him instead of at the target when I tried to teach him!” Hoseok chimed in.

“I-it’s not-it wasn’t that bad!” The male of subject tried to defend his actions before looking to you with pleading eyes. “I swear! It wasn’t my fault!”

You tried, you really did, to withhold your laughter for his sake. But one look at Tae rolling on the ground and you couldn’t hold back any longer.

Sounding defeated, he proceeded to whisper, “I would pick them up and they’d just break or go flying on their own.”

“Nope, you’re just a god of destruction. Our leader is too strong!” Tae exclaimed.

He had been explaining why Namjoon was the only one who fought with a mace. Apparently, the other members of the kiela refused to let him fight with sharp weapons because of how clumsy he was. There had been quite a few accidents until they finally got the sense to ban him from anything with a pointy end.

You shot Namjoon a comforting look through your giggles, and the emergence of his dimples showed you that he appreciated the gesture.

Then, looking toward the fire in the middle of the group, you asked, “Jin, are you sure you don’t want any help? I can cook fairly well, you know.”

You had finally met the eldest member of the kiela when you began setting up camp, which consisted of picking a designated sleeping spot and getting a fire rolling. When the Saeni you had yet to meet started chopping up what looked like carrots, celery, and some other familiar ingredients, you had approached to introduce yourself and offer your help. It would be an an understatement to say that your offer had been immediately and forcefully turned down.

Now, the black-haired male shook his head as he tossed another ingredient into the pot over the flames. Once he stirred it into the pot he turned his dark brown eyes to you, his hoop piercings shaking slightly from the sudden movement.

“Ya! I already told you, I’m the caretaker of this kiela, okay?” He shook his spoon at you in what you hoped was fake aggravation. “Just because you’re a female doesn’t mean you can steal my position!”

“I don’t know hyung… Y/N really is a good cook. Maybe you should let her help just a little bit.” Jimin said.

Jin’s jaw dropped. “How dare you Chim!? How dare you betray me like this?” He moved to point the spoon at Jimin’s apricot head and threatened, “Don’t make me smack you!”

“Aish! Calm down. I know you take care of all of us, but...”

“What?” Jin crossed his arms, finger tapping against the wooden spoon.

You quickly muttered, “You’re not my dad…

“Ugly ass fuckin’ noodlehead.” Jimin finished with you, laughing and giving you a high five.

Jin blinked twice before sighing, rolling his eyes, and returning to his steaming pot. The rest of the Saeni gave you both confused looks, obviously not knowing what you referenced.

Poor lads. Living in a world without Vine.

“But seriously Papa Jin, if you ever want or need help, let me know. I would love to give you a hand.”

The male just huffed and continued to stir his food.

“For Exia’s sake, you’re all so loud. Some people are trying to rest,” the lump curled on the ground complained.

“That would only be you, Yoongi.” Tae chuckled.

“Don’t be such a grouchy pants,” added Hoseok, but it lacked any real bite.

You watched as his eyes traveled over Yoongi’s form with an emotion that was quite familiar to you.

Interesting.

“Yeah, well Kookie is over your babbling mouths too.”

You shifted to look at the burgundy-haired male, noting that he was sitting stiffly, eyes on the ground. You realized he hadn’t said a word since Namjoon decided to stop for the day, which had been over an hour ago. His pea green eyes shot up and locked with yours. They narrowed before he stood up and walked into the trees, mumbling about how he wasn’t tired and wanted to go for a walk.

“Kookie’s been acting so weird.” Tae stretched his arms over his grey head and adjusted his headband.

Not necessarily wanting to get into Jungkook and his poopy personality right then, you asked to no Saeni in particular, “Who’s Eshea?”

“Exia.” Namjoon corrected you.

“Exia…?” You slowly said back and grinned when his yellow eyes brightened at your proper pronunciation.

Tae jumped into the conversation. “She’s the goddess of battle and strategy! BTS Saeni tend to pray to her more than the other gods.”

“BTS? Other gods? Jimin told me that Illain is named after Illai, but there are more?”

Hoseok groaned at Tae’s comment. “He has some fixation on calling us BTS Saeni because we’re-”

“Battle-Trained Soldiers!” Tae interrupted proudly, clearly pleased with his made-up acronym.

You glanced at Jimin out of the corner of your eye, who just shrugged as he decided to let his brothers handle the explanations.

“Okay, BTS. I can dig it Tae,” you tell him, and he beamed. “So, there’s Illai and Exia… what other gods are there?”

Namjoon took the reins once more. “There are seven ethereal beings. Illai, the mother and life goddess. Her siblings, Exia and Juufa. The latter is the god of harmony and accord. Then, the mother goddess has four children, each taking claim to a season: Ilto is spring, Vebah is summer, Keoth is autumn, and winter is Opitax.”

“Who fathered her kids? Was it her sibling?” You supposed the idea should’ve made you squirm more than it did, but you’d read enough mythology in your life to know that it wasn’t exactly a rare thing for deities to do.

“I…” Namjoon paused, thinking hard before frowning. “I don’t know.”

Hoseok began praising you for finally finding something that his leader didn’t have the answer to.

“I heard she was pregnant when she came to be.” Jin piped up.

Tae proceeded to voice his own opinion. “Nah hyung, it was definitely a self-impregnation.”

“Oh! I think there’s a species of lizard that does that on Earth!” You excitedly claim, looking to Jimin for confirmation.

“Why do you think I would know?” He said, making your face drop into a pout.

“Well, clearly, none of us know the answer. I’m sorry Y/N,” The kiela’s leader spoke up before the conversation could totally go sideways. “But anyways, many Saeni worship a particular god or goddess based on their birth season as well as occupation like in our case.”

You didn’t really know what else to say besides a simple “wow.” You weren’t the religious type, but you were intrigued by the various beliefs around the world. You enjoyed learning about them, so it was amazing to hear about the Saeni’s. Although, you did find it odd that none of them knew who fathered the four seasonal gods. Maybe somebody could bring Maury Povich over to Illain and have him do his paternity test segment with Juufa. You could just imagine his “You are not the father!” declaration to the god. Or maybe it would be “You are the father!” Who knows…

That’s why they need Maury!

You were brought out of your thoughts of bringing the American talk show host on a cross-world adventure when Jin announced that dinner was ready. Excitedly jumping off the ground at the Saeni’s words, you pulled Jimin up by his arm.

Pondering missing information from the Saeni culture would have to wait until food got into your belly.

Laying on the mat rolled out underneath your body, you couldn’t find it in you to close your eyes and drift to sleep. Your mind would not shut off and you kept wiggling around like a worm in the hopes of finding a position that would lull your ass to Snoozeland. It wasn’t working. Flopping to your other side once more, you stared at Jimin sleeping next to you. His plush lips were pursed, and he was expelling soft puffing noises.

You’re not going to get any sleep if you keep staring at his cute face!

You sighed before turning your head away. Cursing yourself for not being able to hit your internal power button, you sat up and ran your hands down your face. You cradled your head in your hands as you listened to the bugs in the dark.

All of the sudden, you perked up when you heard a melodic sound drifting through the forest. It was a beautiful, low-pitched song. Curious as to what animal was making it, you removed the blanket from where it was draped over your legs and rose to go find out. You crept around the Saeni silently, not wanting to wake them, and you paused when you made it to the perimeter of their snoring forms. The next round of pretty sounds came from your left, so you angled your body in that direction and tip-toed away, not noticing the pair of green eyes that followed your movements.

Glancing up at the moonlight filtering through the trees, you smiled to yourself. It was so peaceful here. So quiet yet filled with an orchestra of sounds. It wasn’t the buzzing of electricity, the honking of traffic, or the thumping of music escaping past closed doors. It was only the sounds of nature. Plain and simple and nothing else.

You had been looking for that mystery animal for around seven minutes. You hadn’t heard it in about three, so you halted your feet to listen carefully.

Bugs clicking.

Trees creaking.

Leaves rustling.

And was that it? You heard a faint noise, so you held your breath and leaned your ear forward in hopes of catching the sound again.

“What are you doing?”

You gasped at the unexpected voice behind you. You jerked your head over your shoulder and raised a hand over your heart to steady its rapid pace when you recognized the person who startled you.

“Fucking hell Coco! You scared the shit out of me!”

“What are you doing?” He repeated himself, and you were shocked when you noticed his voice didn’t carry its usually venom.

He almost sounded… nice.

Taken back, it took you a few seconds to respond, “Oh, um. I couldn’t sleep, and I heard this really pretty sound, so I wanted to check out was it was. And now that I say it out loud, I realize that that’s the opening scene from every camping horror movie ever, so that was probably super dumb on my part so-”

“I get it. You can stop rambling now.” The male interrupted you before sighing. “It was the call of a tilqua, they’re nocturnal so you don’t hear them during the day.”

“They’re a type of bird,” he continued after seeing your blank face.

“Oh! Cool! Uh, thanks for telling me.”

It fell to an awkward silence after that. Neither of you saying anything and avoiding looking at each other. You shifted your weight foot to foot as the painful quiet continued for another minute.

Not able to take it any longer, you blurted out, “Why are you being so cordial with me all of the sudden?”

You really should have just kept your damn mouth shut because, almost instantly, his entire demeanor toward you changed. He flinched at your question, as if it awoke him a trance. Then, he narrowed his eyes, any hint of warmth they might’ve had was now gone.

“I’m not being nice to you. I was on watch and saw someone leaving camp. I came to check why.” His voice was void of any emotion.

“I… but you... the sound-”

“It’s your fault,” he talked over you, his tone now carrying anger.

“Wh-what? What’s my fault? I haven’t done anything.”

You saw his hand descend to grip the handle of his dagger. Shit. You’d annoyed him, and you didn’t even know how or why.

“Just go back to camp. Go lay down next to Chim, and go to sleep already,” he said through his teeth, hand squeezing the dagger.

Not wanting to be around such an aggravating person anymore, you found yourself following his demand by promptly marching past him, making sure to bump into him as you did. He growled as your shoulder checked his but didn’t retaliate further.

You couldn’t believe it. The audacity of that male! He was the one who had followed you like some creeper. You let out a quiet scream of frustration as your stomped through the forest back to the camp and did exactly what he told you to do.

You woke up to Jimin gently shaking you and saying that it was time to get your ass up.

You moaned. “Mmmmmm-kay Slim Jim, just give me fi-“

“I swear if you’re about to say five more minutes…”

“-ive more minutes.” You rolled over and tugged the blanket closer to your chin.

You vaguely heard Jimin say something about not being sorry when, out of nowhere, a heavy weight plopped down on top of you, making you grunt from the impact.

“Slim Jim, I will personally shave your head if you don’t get off me!”

“Are you always this grumpy in the morning?” A deep voice that was definitely not Jimin’s murmured in your ear.

Cracking an eye open, you saw that it was Tae who had jumped on you. His handsome face was squished against yours and his long limbs were wrapped around your curled-up body. Seeing your eyes open, he gave you his signature boxy smile, which you returned with no hesitation. You couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at the guy when he looked so damn adorable.

You accepted your defeat. “Alright, alright. I’ll get up, but you gotta get the hell off me first.”

He immediately scrambled up, pulling you vertical with him. He gave you a big hug that lifted you off your feet before setting you down and skipping away to talk with Jungkook. You averted your eyes, not wanting to see the burgundy head’s glare this early in the morning.

You yawned and stretched your entire body. The sun was just beginning to peak out over the horizon and you were glad that you didn’t have a clock to see how hellaciously early it must’ve been. After gathering your belongings and shoving them into your backpack, you walked over to join the rest of the Saeni. Jin handed you what looked like an apple and tasted just as refreshing and sweet.

“Aren’t you going to apple-aud me for making sure you eat the most important meal of the day?”

You swallowed your bite before replying, “This is an apple?”

“Uh, yeah? What else would it be?”

Sorry for not knowing ya’ll had apples over here, damn.

“And what about my joke!? None of you appreciate peak humor! Ugh, you let me down Y/N.”

Before you could compliment his atrociously great dad joke, the Saeni walked away in exaggerated disappointment. At least you hoped it was exaggerated.

Lifting your shoulders in a shrug, you continued munching on the tasty, green fruit as you watched Jimin join Tae and Jungkook’s conversation. You had to admit that if you weren’t aware of who these people were to Jimin, you would have been feeling just a wee bit neglected. Your best friend had been spending more time speaking with the Saeni than with you. Granted, he always checked in with you to make sure you were doing okay, but he hadn’t really talked to you. But, you couldn’t be upset at him. He was probably just taking the time to catch up with everyone since it had been about nine months since seeing them last. Plus, you did sort of invite yourself onto the trip, so you were just happy to be here. You had also been getting to know Tae and Hoseok more, since the two of them walked beside you most of the time. They were both loud and eccentric, but they had kind souls. You really enjoyed talking with them and they loved hearing your stories about Jimin on Earth.

Just as you took the last bite of apple, Namjoon called you over. Tossing the core behind a tree to give a forest animal its own breakfast, you hurried over to the tall male who handed you your two daily petals. Tossing them into your mouth to dissolve, your body momentarily froze as the experience of consuming them together hit you in full force. It was almost overwhelming, but once it passed and your vision cleared, you gave Namjoon a smile and wave before bounding over to Hoseok who was leaning against a tree. Seconds later, Tae joined the two of you, thankfully without a certain coconut-headed asshat.

You had been walking for around three hours. Three hours of stepping around trees, leaping over logs, and being the only damn person making a sound as you stepped over foliage. Three hours before finally giving in and voicing the question you had been dying to ask.

“Do you guy carry around hair dye or does Yoongi color your hair with magic?”

When the Saeni striding next to you gave a look of confusion you expanded your question. “Well, you both have dyed hair so how do you maintain it in the field? Doesn’t it wash out? Or sweat out?

“Our hair isn’t dyed Y/N.”

“What? But you have grey hair, Tae! And Hoseok, yours is silver white! You’re not old enough to have grey or white hair!” Your eyes widened as a possibility you hadn’t considered came to you. “Oh my gosh. Are you guys old geezers? Do Saeni age differently than humans?”

Tae snickered at your panicked tone and you went to smack his shoulder, but he easily evaded your hand.

“Okay first off, can you please stop calling me Hoseok? It’s so weird to have someone use my real name.” The male himself asked.

“Uh sure, but you told me that’s your name, so I don’t know what else to call you?” You winced as your foot snapped yet another twig on the forest floor.

“Just call me Hobi, little scorja. Secondly, like Tae said, we don’t dye our hair. None of us do. It’s all natural, baby.”

“All natural my ass. Yoongi has mint-blue hair! That shit at natural, honey.”

At the mention of Yoongi’s name, Hobi’s eyes twitched over to the Saeni and faintly smiled.

Tae then filled in for Hobi since he was distracted. “Yeah, and Chim has orange hair and Namjoon’s got yellow eyes. We’re all born with it, little scorja. Our eye and hair color come from our birth season.

“Hobi, Jin, and I were all born when Opitax had control, so we have winter-esque features, hence the grey and white hair.

Chim and Joonie were during Keoth’s months, so they have autumn coloring.

Kookie has Vebah’s summer tones. And Yoongi is-”

“Ilto. Spring.” Hobi returned to the discussion.

“Hold up.” You raised your hand to emphasize your words. “Jimin had black hair when we were kids though.”

“Oh yeah! I remember when he first showed up, we all though he was an Opitax baby.” Tae laughed while giving Hobi a nudge with his elbow.

“He dyed his hair black to blend in with humans. I’m guessing that vibrant orange is not a normal color for your people, especially kids.”

You looked up to where Jimin was walking with Namjoon and Yoongi, his apricot tresses standing out among the greenery of the forest. Those same tresses that had just showed up at the end of summer one year and never went away. You always inquired how he got his dark roots to never pop up and he would give you a sly smile in return every time. You had thought he was just keeping his superb dyeing technique a secret, but apparently, the only secret was that it was his natural hair.

“And to answer that last part,” Hobi continued, “we age the same as humans do.”

“Well… that’s a relief,” you said as you tilted your head up to catch a patch of sunlight filtering through the leaves.

The conversation died, but it was a comfortable silence. Unlike last night with Jungkook. As the three of you hiked on, Tae would occasionally point out a flower or plant he thought you would find pretty and Hobi would advise you to be more careful when you stumbled over some obstacle. Overall, though, you let the forest do most of the talking. You could slightly hear Namjoon, Yoongi, and your Slim Jim making conversation ahead of you as well as Jin complaining to Jungkook behind you. As you grabbed a hold of a tree trunk to swing yourself around it, a strong gust of wind blew past you, causing your hair to go wild. Blowing the pieces out of your face, you glimpsed Tae’s feather earring swaying in the wind.

“Okay another question, please don’t hate me. Why do you all have ear piercings? They look badass, don’t get me wrong, but couldn’t they be a liability in a fight?”

“How could they be a liability?” Hobi answered your question with a question.

You explained that they could get caught on something or their enemy could yank on them or rip them out if they got close enough.

Both Saeni let out a laugh before Hobi said, “That may be true, but I highly doubt it would happen. Especially our enemies yanking on them.”

“We actually wear them to symbolize what kind of fighter we are!” Tae added as hopped over a fallen log.

“Huh?” You opted to go beneath the fallen tree, briefly pausing to curiously look at what seemed like a black hand print on the bark.

“Feather for archers like me. Metal for swords, daggers, and knives like Hobi, Kookie, and Jin. Dark beads for blunt weapons like Namjoon and his mace, and Yoongi has bone for magic users!”

“That’s what they’re for!? I thought they were just some Saeni fashion statement. Don’t they sort of… give you guys away?”

Hobi snorted as he swatted a branch out of his face. “If the weapons literally strapped to our backs don’t give us away I don’t think our ‘fashion statements’ will be the thing to do so.”

His sassy remark caused you to fake pout. They cooed at you, poking at your cheeks and sides until you giggled at their antics. Pleased they had you back to smiling, they dropped their hands and moved back to a respectful distance.

“That reminds me, I need to give Chim his!” Tae suddenly gasped out.

“Give him his what?”

“His earrings! He’s an archer too, but he leaves his earrings with me when…” He was gone before he finished his sentence, running up to where Jimin was.

You blinked at his rapid departure. For a strict, “battle-trained soldier” he sure was in a world of his own sometimes.

Thankfully, the dagger and knife enthusiast next to you finished for him. “Chim gives them to Tae so that he doesn’t lose them on Earth.”

So Jimin was an archer? Damn, you’d love to see him knock an arrow back, you bet he’d look sexy as heck. You turned your head to ask Hobi how good Jimin was, but you saw that his eyes were focused on where Tae had run up to. Focused on one Saeni up there in particular. Not the first time you had caught him staring at the other male. You had noticed that Hobi’s eyes went to find the other Saeni whenever his there was a pause in conversation. Or he would try to fight back his smile when the other’s name was mentioned. He did it so many times during dinner last night that you were about to smash their faces together and say your godly work was done. But for now…

“Does he know?”

“Hmm?” He replied still staring at the other male.

“Yoongi. Does he know?”

“What!?” He squeaked as he whipped his head to you. He coughed to try to return his voice to its normal pitched. “Ah, I mean what are you talking about?”

You smirked to yourself as you saw his face grow warm, but he obviously wasn’t ready to talk about it. “Never mind. It’s nothing.”

He visibly relaxed at your words. You wished you could help him out somehow, but it wasn’t your place to interfere. Especially given your own shitty situation. Unrequited love was quite the bitch, so you truly hoped that that wasn’t the case for Hobi.

You sent him an understanding smile and the two of you walked on.

Namjoon finally called it for the day when the group came across a wide river. The roar of the white rapids was almost deafening as they churned the water and interrupted the otherwise peaceful landscape.

You, Tae, and Hobi stayed at the designated campsite, watching Papa Jin prepare the evening’s meal, while the rest of the boys went to scout a calmer part of the river to wash off in.

Currently, you and Tae were doing your best to annoy the other Saeni as you tossed small nuts at them. You laughed as Jin shook his knife at you in a threat. Calling his bluff, you simply stuck your tongue out in return.

“Exia give me strength,” the eldest Saeni muttered, turning back to his pot.

“You were already a brat, Tae, but with her… aish. You two are the worst.” Hobi tried his best to sound serious, but the smile tugging at the corner of his lips destroyed any hope he had.

You fell into Tae as your giggles consumed your body, his arms wrapping around you and holding you close. As your lungs calmed down, you heard footsteps approaching.

“Thank Illai you guys found someplace to wash off. I need to get away from these two tyrants.” You saw Jin point to you and your partner in crime.

Ignoring his comment, you turned your head to great the returning Saeni, but your hello died in your throat.

Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin were in the process of putting their shirts on and you caught sight of their defined muscles. You slowly closed your mouth and gulped. You’d obviously seen Jimin without a shirt on plenty of times before, but it hit on a whole different level to see him semi-shirtless and wet.

Not to mention that both Yoongi and Namjoon clearly worked out too. It was… a lot of take in. You didn’t think you could withstand any more pure, male hotness, but the gods of Illain must have wanted you to suffer because Jungkook decided right then would be a wonderful time to show up. Completely sans shirt.

All you could do was look at him as he whined to his hyungs about something that was absolutely no concern to you at that moment. Your eyes took in his physique that was muscular but still lean. The strength of his biceps was evident as he waved his arms at the others, causing the muscles to flex. You softly gasped when you noticed that his stomach was so cut that he had a freaking eight pack. Eight! Your eyes trailed lower and… oh my…

His. Fucking. Thighs. Due to the dampness of his skin, the fabric of his pants clung to his legs, effortlessly showcasing the prominent muscles. Every step he took had them bulging and you swear you almost fainted from the sight. You couldn’t tear your eyes away as you squeezed your own thighs together.

H-holy fuck. Coco was freaking ripped.

“Why is she staring at Kookie?” You heard Tae whisper to someone.

Your eyes widened and before you could look away, Jungkook’s head swiveled to you and saw that your eyes were locked on him.

Fucking hell. Why Tae!?

To your utter shock though, was that instead of bitching at you, he blushed and ran to hide behind a tree. As he yeeted himself out of there, you caught sight of a tattoo on his upper, middle back.

“Why’d you say that out loud? You know he gets shy!” Jin lightly smacked the offending Saeni on his arm.

“Hey, the little scorja was practically drooling! We were all thinking it, I just happened to be the one t- Ow!”

You gave him a smack of your own on his leg while your cheeks heated up in embarrassment.

“That’s not nice!” He complained.

“Neither is voicing when someone is checking someone else out, Tae.” Namjoon pointed out as he sat down next to the fire.

Completely humiliated, you hid your face in your hands. Although, you did peek through your fingers to gauge Jimin’s reaction. The boy was folded in half, cracking up as his eyes squished closed.

Stupid cute squishy eyes.

You knew it was hopeless, but a small part of you had wished he’d be just a tiny bit jealous. Clearly, that was not the case.

Attempting to change the mortifying subject, you coughed before saying, “Uh, I didn’t know Coco had a tattoo.”

“What!? That kid has a tattoo!?” Jin shrieked in alarm before catching Yoongi’s “are you serious?” expression. “Oh, you must mean our draeva marks.”

“Drai-Draiva marks?”

“Drae-va.” Jin pronounced slowly for you. “Saeni are all connected to Illain. This connection can sometimes be accessed and converted to magic by certain individuals like Yoongi. Majority, however, only have the standard draeva marks.”

You didn’t notice the smiles from both Jimin’s and Tae’s faces dropping since you were transfixed on Jin’s words. “Each Saeni is born at the same time a tree begins to take root. These trees are called draeva, though they can be any species. At seven years old, we feel the connection emerge in our souls and we feel a pull to that tree.”

As he talked, you noticed Jungkook come out of hiding, thankfully fully clothed this time. He went to sit next to Tae and put his arm around the Saeni’s shoulders as Namjoon started to elaborate on the subject. He said that every Saeni goes on a journey to find their draeva when the connection is established. Once the tree is found, the connection permanently takes root in the Saeni’s soul when they rest their hand on the trunk. The Saeni’s hand print is forever embellished on the bark, and in return, the Saeni gets a mark that replicates the tree’s inner rings. Every seven years, another ring appears, and the mark provides them with heightened senses and reflexes as well as the ability to feel the state of the draeva and surrounding area.

As you absorbed the information, you realized that the mark you saw earlier on the fallen tree must’ve been a Saeni’s hand print. You wondered what happens to the Saeni when their tree collapses like that. And although you were delighted to have learned more about Saeni culture, something jumped to the forefront of your thoughts.

“Slim Jim, you don’t have one.”

He looked down at your comment. “I don’t, um, I haven’t found my draeva.” His eyebrows pulled together, and his voice was shaking slightly. “I probably don’t even have one since I’m not fully Saeni.”

“Shit. Jimin, I’m sorry I didn-”

“You didn’t know, it’s okay.” He sent you a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes as Jin reached over to give his shoulder a squeeze.

Fuck, I lied. Your squishy eyes aren’t stupid. Bring them back.

“For the second night in a row, people are trying to sleep and you’re keeping them awake with all your emotions.” Yoongi grumbled.

The magic user had been quiet throughout the entire ordeal. Until now. You hadn’t even noticed that he’d gone straight to the fire to lay down on the ground. Though you were beginning to recognize that was standard behavior for the mint-haired Saeni. When he did finally speak up, he kept his usual, annoyed tone, but you could tell he was trying to lighten the atmosphere in his own, slightly questionable way. Trying to distract Jimin from his sadness.

Tae shot to his feet, preaching to Yoongi something along the lines of how emotions are what connect people together and yadda yadda yadda.

You watched as Jimin’s face lifted in amusement and you silently thanked Mr. Sparkle Hands.

Once again, you were having a difficult time finding sleep. Or rather, sleep refused to find you because you’d tried every position and trick you could think of. Expelling the air in your lungs in a fast manner, you rose to your legs and shuffled over to where Tae was on watch.

He gave you a big smile as your approached, but it morphed into a frown. “You know I love talking to you, Y/N, but you should really get some sleep.”

“Trust me, I wish I could, but ya girl’s got insomnia.”

He hummed to express his empathy before grabbing your hand. “Well, if we’re going to talk, let’s walk the perimeter so we don’t wake the others.”

Waffling your fingers with his, the two of you started walking the circumference of the camp, far enough that nobody would hear you, but close enough to keep an eye on the area.

The two of you had been circling the camp for a decent amount of time, discussing absolute nonsense such as why you considered Steak and Shake fries to be on the bottom of the french fry totem pole.

“They’re skinny little shoestring fries! I like my fried potatoes to be girthy, you know. Give me some thick, crinkle cuts instead.”

As you argued in favor of girthy fries to someone who had never had one, Yoongi appeared out of the shadows. His face was not very happy, and you wondered what was wrong.

“Uhhh, hey Yoongi! Do you have insomnia too?”

He stopped and took you in with a judgmental face. “No. Only the small-minded get insomnia.”

“Oh, piss off.”

Disregarding your request, he turned to address Tae next to you.

“Hey! What are you doing? I wake up to take over watch and I don’t even find you at your post!”

Tae rolled his eyes. “Hyung, you know I can still see everything just fine from here, there’s no need t- Shit!”

Yoongi must have seen it a split-second before Tae had because he was the one that knocked you out of the way when the giant, black shadow of a thing came charging out of the dark.

You hit the ground hard with a grunt, scraping your forearm against a rock. Rolling over, you screamed Yoongi’s name as you saw him get tackled by the creature, the blue glow of an almost-finished spell fading as he went down. All you could do was watch in horror as wild jaws snapped at his head and claws raked down his body. Suddenly, an arrow thumped into the thing’s neck, but it only growled and continued ravaging the mint-haired Saeni who struggled, and failed, to push it off.

Hearing Tae curse, you looked in his direction and saw him running at the beast. He held his bow in both hands and defiantly yelled as he swung down. You gaped at you watched the sharp edge of his bow cut straight through the creature’s neck, causing the head to decapitate and the body to sag. The head hit the ground and rolled away from its previous owner until it came to a halt beside you.

You stared at it, blood still pumping out of the severed end in thick spurts. Midnight-colored skin that seemed rough and leather-like stretched across its skull. A thin, purple tongue hung limply out of its mouth, which was filled with rows and rows of teeth that looked like needles. You just stared at the gruesome head until you heard Tae calling Yoongi’s name.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You wobbled to your feet and stumbled as fast as you could over to the Saeni, doing your best to ignore the headless body as Tae heaved it off Yoongi. You exhaled in relief when you heard Yoongi’s low voice responding to Tae and saw his pink eyes open and alive. Your reprieve was short-lived, however, as you lowered your eyes to Yoongi’s arms and torso.

They were… not in good shape. Deep gashes were twisted all around his arms, pouring out tiny rivers of blood that soaked the ground beneath him. Luckily, he had his main armor on, protecting his vital organs, but the creature had still found an open chink with its claws. You felt a tear run down your cheek as you saw where it had dug into the flesh on his left side. He was breathing weakly and his chest was spasming as Tae moved his hands to press against the wound.

You dropped to your knees and whispered Yoongi’s name, your voice and hands trembling as you took in his damaged body.

There was just so much blood. It was everywhere. Your vision was only red, red, red.

What do I do? What do I do!? Oh god…

“Y/N. Y/N! Y/N!”

You broke out of your crimson-filled trance.

“Y-yes?” Your chin quivered.

“I need you to go back to camp and wake up the others, alright?” You could tell he was trying to speak as calmly as possible to not panic you further. “I need you to bring Hobi back, so he can help me move him. Can you do that for me, little scorja?”

You nodded as confidently as you could before shooting to your feet and sprinting back to camp, the image of Yoongi being mauled and his wrecked body burned into your brain.

Somewhere else, hundreds of miles away from a frantic you, an injured Yoongi, and a shocked kiela, was a male sitting inside of a large tent, which was erected within his own encampment. Most of his face was shrouded in darkness, only the bridge of his nose and peak of his cheekbones were visible in the light of a few burning candles. He looked up from the map spread out before him when someone entered his tent. The wolves beside the male lifted their heads in attention at the intrusion.

“Sir? We’ve gotten word that he is back in Illain.”

The three wolves regarded the subjugate with aggressive eyes, causing him to gulp in fear.

“Anything else?” The shadowed male inquired.

“Their magic user was attacked by a lupinx.” He replied without looking away from the massive canines.

The male leaned back in his chair, a sinister smile creeping onto his face while his eyes twinkled in satisfaction.

“Perfect. Tell them to proceed with the plan.”

You felt horrible as you watched five of the Saeni train the next morning. You hadn’t been able to defend yourself last night, and Yoongi had paid for your weakness. You fisted your hands and dug your nails into your palm.

You couldn’t forget how pale he had been. How odd it was to see such a complexion smeared with bright crimson.

You couldn’t forget the Saeni’s faces, who were already on their feet by the time you’d arrived, when you stammered out what had happened in choppy, broken sentences.

You couldn’t forget the way Hobi’s expression had gone from concerned to utterly terrified in an instant.

Nor the way he’d rushed over to you, eyes unnerved as he grabbed your arm. You had wanted to whimper when he clawed into the sensitive skin around your scraped forearm. He begged you to tell him where Yoongi was, and without even telling him to follow, you had turned and run back to the bloody scene.

You loosened the pressure on your hands, but a throbbing remained where your nails had almost punctured small crescents into the soft skin. You sniffled as you observed Jimin practicing with Tae’s bow while the grey-haired owner critiqued his technique. Following the sounds of ringing metal, you shifted and saw Jungkook and Jin sparing with their swords. And behind them was Hobi, who was throwing his blades at a tree with much more force than was likely necessary. Your eyes burned as you watched them.

Expelling all the air in your lungs, you hung your head. You were so thankful that Yoongi would be okay. He as currently resting back at the camp with Namjoon looking after him.

But what if it had been more serious? What if he had died because you had needed to be protected?

What did you expect when you came to a new world with a bunch of warriors? To just skip by joyously and never be in danger?

You felt pathetic. You were a liability to the entire group. All you did was get in the way. Feeling a lump grow in your throat, you swiveled and walked away from the clashing of swords and thumping of arrows. When you could no longer hear them, you let out a frustrated roar and punched the rough trunk of the nearest tree. Your knuckles scraped against the bark, opening bleeding wounds. You brought your right hand close to your face to inspect the torn skin before shaking it out and punching the tree again and again and again, each hit eliciting an increasingly louder yell from deep inside you. Finally, your legs gave out and you slumped down while cradling your bleeding and splinter-filled hand. You felt exhausted.

“Your form is terrible.”

Raising your gaze from your damaged hand, you saw the last person you wanted to see.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m just saying that your form is completely fucked.”

Why the hell did he have to come berate you on your shitty punching technique. Was there anything you could do around this guy that wouldn’t have him talking down to you? And why was he even here? Shouldn’t he be back with the others?

On a normal day, you would’ve given him a smartass’ response. But this was not a normal day. You felt like crap and this was the cherry on top of your self-depreciation milkshake. Your breathing went from strained to erratic and you felt the wall barely holding yourself together start to crumble. Taking a deep breath and closing your eyes, you tried to shut Jungkook out in a last-ditch effort to keep yourself together.

“Your hand is thrashed because you can’t even throw a punch properly.”

Welp.

“Why!?” You screamed at him. “Why do you hate me!? What did I do to you!?”

You started to cry. You were so overwhelmed. “You said it was my fault, but what was my fault? I’ve never done shit to you!”

Truly crying at this point, your breathing was now stuttered and gasping. You lowered your head to try to hide your vulnerable state. As sobs wracked your body, you wrapped your arms around your torso in a desperate attempt to find comfort.

Not taking pity on you, Jungkook responded in a vicious tone, “You want to know what you did? You’re the reason my kiela is broken.”

“W-what?” You lifted your head to look at him through your tears.

His right hand grasped on to his ruby-hilted dagger and his other was clenched tightly.

“We’re supposed to stay together. We’re not supposed to leave each other, but Jimin does. He always leaves! And why? Because. Of. You. He doesn’t stay because you’re on Earth and he doesn’t want to leave his precious best friend, so he leaves us, his brothers, his family, instead.”

“What-I-Jungkook, I never asked him to do that. I didn’t even know you guys existed.” You defended yourself, but it came out weak.

“My family is never whole because of you. I almost lost my hyung last night because of you. It’s all because of you. Because of a stupid little human.” He spat the words out.

He was breathing heavily as he towered over you. “It’s. All. Your. Fault.”

Your heart ached in pain as what he said fully resonated with you. He was hurting because of you. Because Jimin would rather live on Earth, would rather abandon his kiela for most of the year, partly so that he could keep you in his life. You felt your stomach drop at the thought and you gripped your arms hard, curling into yourself again. You felt so frustrated, so lost, and so… human.

You’ve been hurting his family and you hadn’t even known. The others might not have been so up front about it, but they must have been hurting too. They had to be. A new wave of tears erupted over your cheeks as you considered how much the Saeni must despise you. How much they must be pretending to be fine with you for Jimin’s sake. You continued to sob as your mind shifted to think of how you’d been keeping Jimin away from them. You’d been keeping your best friend and the person you loved away from the most important people in his life.

And Yoongi…

“Kook! Y/N!”

You hastily rose to your feet and stepped back from Jungkook while you wiped your tears away, hissing as you moved your injured hand. It was a futile effort, though, since you knew there was still evidence in your meek disposition and red, puffy eyes.

“Hey hyung,” Jungkook said without looking away from you, but he stiffened and turned to his brother when he noticed that Tae was panicking. “What’s wrong?”

Gasping for air, he looked at you and Jungkook, obviously taking note of his heaving chest and your red eyes, but he didn’t comment on them.

Instead he said in a stressed, frantic tone, “They got him, Kook! They got Chim!”

You were pacing back and forth in front of Yoongi, who was laying down on his mat. You ran your hands through your hair, the crappy self-wrap job you did on your knuckles catching on the strands. You gripped fistfuls of your hair and yanked at the roots in frustration.

“Y/N. I swear to Exia if you pace in front of one more ti-“

“Yoongi! They’ve been gone for so long! What if something happened? What if they’re hurt?

“Okay, firstly, it’s only been like twenty minutes, so you can calm the fuck down.” He rolled his eyes. “Secondly, as Tae would put it, we’re BTS Saeni. This is literally what we do for a living… so yet again, you can calm the fuck down.”

You stopped in the middle of taking your next step as you considered his statements. Deciding to agree with him, you placed your foot down, but stopped moving around.

“Fine! Fine. But I want it to be known that I hate having to just sit here and wait.”

“You’re not sitting, and you didn’t have to say that. It was already obvious.”

You glared at the Saeni but your eyes softened after taking in his wrapped arms and torso. The bandages didn’t seem to have any blood staining them, so either they were freshly changed or Saeni’s bodies healed extremely fast. You still dropped your head in sorrow at his injured body.

“I-I’m sorry Yoongi. For what happened. It was my fault.”

He scoffed at your words. “It wasn’t your fault, idiot. Stop blaming yourself.”

“I really don’t know whether to take that as an insult or not, and I’m not sure I believe you, but… okay.”

Sitting down on the ground next to him, you thought back to the events that occurred after Tae had shown up.

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“They got Chim!”

While you asked Tae what he meant, Jungkook had immediately reached out to grab ahold of the other Saeni’s shoulders.

“Where?” His demand was filled with anger, but it was controlled.

Contrary to how he’d been a minute ago.

“Chim saw you leave to follow, uh, Y/N.” He glanced at you. “So, he followed you¸ Kook. That’s the last I saw him.”

He stepped away from Jungkook, causing the latter’s hands to fall off his shoulders. You had never seen the usually aloof Saeni so serious before. It worried you.

“Namjoon came running over a few minutes later saying he saw them dragging Chim away unconscious.”

“You’re telling me that Namjoon saw them… AND DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!?”

You were so goddamn confused at what was going on. All you knew was that someone apparently hurt and kidnapped your Slim Jim.

“Can someone please tell me what in the fuck is going on!?”

Ignoring you, Tae said, “Jungkook, come on, use your coconut head for a minute.”

You would have snickered at his use of your term, but it definitely was not the time or the place to do so.

“He was by himself and he didn’t know how many there were. You know he did the right thing to get us all together to get him back,” Tae continued.

Without another word, the Saeni turned and started running in the direction of camp, Jungkook following without missing a beat. You stared, dumbfounded, for a second before sprinting after them.

Your lungs were burning by the time you caught up with everyone at the camp. Your burst through the trees and abruptly stopped due to the five standing Saeni having their weapons drawn and pointed at you. You blanched and stammered out that it was just you, raising your hands to show you were unarmed for good measure. When they recognized your face, they collectively sighed and lowered their weapons.

“Sorry Y/N. We’re just a little on edge right now,” Namjoon apologized as he returned his mace over his shoulder.

Giving him a timid, but understanding nod, you replied, “Noted. Um, so can someone finally explain to me what happened?”

It was Yoongi, still laying down to recover, who spoke up. “Some very bad people took Chim.”

“Yeah, I got that much, but… but why?”

Hobi filled in. “We have an idea as to why, but we aren’t completely sure.”

So that was absolutely not informative. Thanks.

“Okay? Well, what do we do now? We gotta get him back!”

“You will do nothing, except stay here and look after Yoongi. The rest of us will get him back.” Jin firmly said.

You tried to protest, but one look at Yoongi and your breakdown from earlier came rushing back to you. Taking a deep breath, you slowly nodded your consent as you exhaled. Then, you asked how they were going to get Jimin back.

Surprisingly, it was Jungkook who answered, “Just leave it to us. You do your job by looking after Yoongi and we’ll do ours.”

Again, that wasn’t very informative.

Namjoon backed up his words. “Honestly, it would just waste time explaining it all, so like Kook said, leave it to us. Trust us.”

“Alright,” you hesitantly agreed, “I trust you guys, so just… just please bring him back.”

“We aren’t sure where they took him yet, so we don’t know how long we’ll be gone,” Namjoon informed you as he glanced to Hobi. “Since Yoongi shouldn’t access magic right now, Hobi will cast a glamour over you two in case anyone is still lingering around.”

Hobi can do magic too!?

Seeing your bewildered expression as he came up to you, Hobi sent you a small smile. He raised his hands and they began to glow a blinding white while he muttered under his breath. As the light faded, he stepped back.

“Yoongi and I grew up together,” he explained softly. “I can tell you more about it later, but for now the short version is that he’s taught me a few things about harnessing Illain’s energy. I can’t manipulate it to his extent, but I can do some basic things like this.”

“Well, you better come back to tell me the long version.” You demanded through your shock before turning to the others. “You all better. With Jimin.”

They each gave you some sort of acknowledgement before running off into the trees. You watched their backs disappear one by one behind the foliage, except for one. Instead of leaving with the rest, Tae jogged up to you, gave you a hug, and whispered into your ear, “We’ll be okay, little scorja. And we’ll bring Chim back safe and sound, I promise.”

With that, he turned and sprinted away to catch up to the others.

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You sighed, praying that Tae would be able to keep that promise. Looking at Yoongi resting underneath the blanket covering him, you had to let out a dry chuckle.

“Well, since you’re hurt, at least you have an actual excuse to lay around now.”

You were lucky he couldn’t use a lot of magic right then, because his face told you that comment might’ve pushed him to use it on you in a not so pleasant way.

“And why do you think I’m tired all the damn time?”

“I thought you were just a natural slug.”

“Partly true, but I’m exhausted from making those petals for you. They’re not big, but they require a lot of fucking energy to make.”

“…Oh.”

“Yeah. ‘Oh.’ So, don’t call me out for wanting to res-”

He didn’t finish his sentence as his entire body perked to attention.

“What?”

He quickly and sternly hushed you, bringing a finger first to his lips, then to his ear. Telling you to listen.

And then you heard it. Or, you should say them. Voices. Ones you didn’t recognize and neither did Yoongi, it seemed.

Briefly, you panicked before remembering that Hobi had put a glamour over the two of you, so you were essentially invisible to the outside eye.

You sent Yoongi a questioning look and he gave you a serious one in return. He opened his mouth to say something, but snapped it closed when the voices grew loud and three armed strangers appeared around a tree.

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yinandyangyang · 6 years ago

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a compilation | han

Pairing: Han x Reader

Genre: cup of angst, with a dash of fluff

Tags: blurbs, unrequitedlove, ANGsT, floof?

A/N: this is a compliation of han - related blurbs, undeveloped plots, and angst, plus a tiny bit of fluff

let me know if there are any you think I should continue with!

@bunnyhani happy late omg im so sorry birthday, luv!!! you actually make me smile so much, you are a highlight in my life and since none of the scenarios i was trying to make actually really seemed like enough, i just made a few, unfinished, unrelated blurbs, chats, random han related thoughts and compiled them for you ~

01. build me a bridge of rose petals

unrequitedlove!reader

“This isn’t something I can just get over,” I mumbled quietly into the phone. My best friend sighed in response, thoroughly annoyed with hearing of me and my failures at romance.

“Look, y/n,” she hummed, irritation sprayed heavily into her words. “Cry me a fucking river, build a bridge, and get your dumb, absolutely idiotic ass over it. He isn’t worth your time. You’ve been in love with the dick for - how long - like a decade now. And not once has he reciprocated your feelings.”

A sob built in my throat and I bit my lip to keep it from escaping. I’d yell back, if I had the energy. But I didn’t. And she was right, any who. I’d been hopelessly in love with the one, the only, Han Jisung for years, since middle school. And never once had he liked me back. We had been friends for all this time, yes, Jisung and I. We had even gone dancing together a few times.

“Stop dreaming, stop selling yourself short, stop rejecting all these other guys in the hopes he’ll magically like you back because you’re hurting yourself. I can’t stand seeing you like this any longer, y/n. I know I sound like an ass, but you deserve all the happiness in the world and I know you will never in a million years, find that with Jisung.

“Forget him, y/n. Forget him and be happy.”

“... okay,” was all I could manage. Because ultimately, she was right. I had been letting him get in the way of my happiness for far too long. “Talk later.”

And shutting off the phone, I tossed it across the room. Her voice echoed in my mind, “Forget him, y/n. Forget him and be happy.”

It wasn’t that easy, though, I thought to myself. He’s just always there. Han Jisung’s always on my mind. His smile. His voice. His eyes, lord, his eyes. The curve of his lips. The way he looked when he laughed.

A sudden bout of painful coughing rumbled deep through my diaphragm, wracking my whole body with violent bouts of wheezing until I was left gasping for breath. Something pink flew out of my mouth fluttered slowly to the ground. I brought my hand up to my lips to investigate and the sickeningly sweet smell of roses wafted through the room.

My finger tips fell away from my mouth wet. Covered in blood. Another cough shook my body.

Two more rose petals shot past my lips.

02. lotto winner

bestfriend!jisung

“My gosh, __,” Jisung whined, scrolling through his instagram feed for the third time that hour. “What are you doing, wrestling with the zipper? Why do you take so long?”

“Yah, Han Jisung! Trying on clothes isn’t as easy as you think, okay?” you shouted through the changing stall door, still trying to decide whether the outfit looked good on you or not. “Can you look at this outfit and tell me what you think? I don’t know if it fits my body right.”

“Fine,” your companion sighed. “Just hurry, up, okay?” Jisung stared wistfully out the window at the bright blue sky. It was really lovely this afternoon and he had to spend it with you, inside an expensive clothing store looking like it had just come out of tumblr’s aesthetic page, waiting for you to try on clothes.

Jisung subconsciously glanced down at his watch right as you hesitantly exited your changing stall. The edge of the baby blue cropped crew neck ended right above the waistband of the black corduroy skirt and the trim of your skirt fell right a good six inches above your knees. Cradling your arms to your chest, you shot your friend a nervous smile. Frilly and girly wasn’t your usual look, you would have rather worn a pair of boyfriend jeans and one of Jisung’s oversized sweaters.

“What do you think?”

“You look good, now let’s go,” he spoke and not bothering to spare a glance up, he shrugged. You noticed of course.

“Yah! Jisung, you idiot!” you yelled, picking up the closest pair of pants next to you and throwing them directly at the head of your best friend. “You’re supposed to actually look when I ask you to.”

Peeling the pants off his head, Jisung rolled his neck, now more irritated than he was 3 seconds ago. First you waste his time and now you throw a pair of pants at him. What the hell? When would the torture end? He sighed for the nth time that afternoon, gaze finally traveling over your figure. And all irritation drained out of him like it was nothing.

The second his eyes fell over your shy smile and flushed cheeks, all he could think of was damn. You looked good. The miniskirt complimented your curves and accentuated the length of your legs. Baby blue against black wouldn’t have been his first choice, but the innocent way you looked up at him erased all color complaints he had.

Whatever guy started ended up stealing your heart would be one damn lotto winner.

Coming back to himself, Jisung scoffed, immediately looking away from you. A pretty pink flush tickled the apples of his cheeks.

“W-what?” you stuttered, looking down at yourself nervously. “It doesn’t look good, does it? Oh my- I should have known better. It’s the color combination, right? I knew I should have picked pink or something-”

Jisung snorted, pushing himself up to flick you in the forehead. Stunned, the speech spilling from your tongue like word vomit halted and you looked at him.

“Oh my God, __. First things first, I didn’t need to look at you because I know you look fine in anything you pick. Secondly, now that I finally looked at you, I just realized that I shouldn’t have because now I’m disappointed. You don’t look as pretty as I was envisioning you.”

“Shut up, dumbass!” All prior unease forgotten, you smacked him in the shoulder. “Another comment like that and I won’t buy you food.”

“Okay, jeez,” he snickered, rubbing the spot you hit him. “You do look pretty, though.”

“Yeah, right.” You called, flouncing back into the changing stall with a pout. “You just want food.”

“Believe what you want to,” Jisung sang back, settling back down onto the couch outside the stall, all thoughts of you and just how good you looked erased. “I could always leave you here.”

Within seconds, you were out of the stall, completely changed and the slightest bit pink in the face. Jisung bit back a laugh. If there was anything you hated more than the thought of being with him (romantically), it was the thought of being without Jisung.

03. best friends v. break ups

text convo

j*s.~.ng: I've never felt more exhausted… j*s.~.ng: normally I wouldn't publicize this j*s.~.ng: but my heart hurts. So. Much j*s.~.ng: can I call you? j*s.~.ng: ahit nvm. j*s.~.ng: i forgot you're on a blind date…. j*s.~.ng: forget everything and ples enjoy :))) y/n: *5 seconds later* hey you okay? j*s.~.ng: all good ☺ y/n: don't hide behind emojis I know you better than that j*s.~.ng: but you're on a date j*s.~.ng: what are you doing texting me y/n: he kinda already left because you kept texting j*s.~.ng: shit. j*s.~.ng: I'm so sorry. y/n: don't be. He was a control freak j*s.~.ng: are you sure I'm not interrupting something? y/n: absolutely, chill j*s.~.ng: can...you pick me up? y/n: already in my car. Where you at?

04. silently

unrequited!reader

It was all too soon when I got that feeling again. You know… that feeling.

That feeling, the one you get where your heart, slowly breaking, drops without hesitation into the depths of your stomach and begins to churn, boiling up a brew with the irritating emotions called heartbreak, loneliness, and hurt. The stench of the horrific brew rises and rises and continues to rise in your stomach, building up pressure in your lungs and making it hard to breathe properly. It eventually makes its way to your eyes, odor building tears up… and then there’s really nothing you can do to keep them from falling.

You know… that feeling.

I’ve loved the same boy since I was eleven years old. For a portion, a small one mind you, of that time, I was told he liked me back. Of course, that was merely a miniscule section of that time, the rest of the time, we decided to grow up, only when I grew up, I was left with the same feelings I’d had for him all those years ago. It killed me.

And it was only natural that he wasn’t.

We’d both had a couple flings with other people tossed in there… but my mind was constantly on him and his... wasn’t. His eyes, his lips, his arms, his laugh, his smile. I loved him. And nothing was ever going to happen between us. Because of his lack of self confidence, he always looked for affirmation in month long relationships, only to break it off, then find someone else over the course of the next week.

Did it hurt? Yeah. Of course it hurt. Fuck, it burned like shit. But what could I do?

I’d talk it out with close friends, my mom. It wouldn’t solve anything though. I was still left with that same heartache, the same slow, numbing pain.

There were those instances I wouldn’t see him for a while and those overpowering feelings would subside into a a low, near non existent hum. It would be those periods of time that would hurt the most, yet also be the most peaceful. During those hours, days, weeks… I would find myself missing him, his hugs, his smile… but I would also find solace in those moments of not having to worry about him, how he was doing, what I’d wear when I saw him next...

But through all those times, through all those years… it had never hurt this much. He’d already had so many girlfriends before and his yearning, his unquenching desire for constant affirmation seemed never to be satisfied, so he dropped one and moved on again.

When he and I made eye contact from the ends of the hall ways, a bright smile overtook my lips like it always did. This time though, it wasn’t because he was wearing a pair of slim cut denim jeans with a white form-fitting button down and a black suit jacket and looking the most attractive I’d seen him in a while, it was because I had decided to finally come in terms with my feelings. I loved him and appreciated him as a person, a friend... and a boy.

He approached me with a playful smile, the brightness of his expression challenging the setting sun.

But was we made our way into the room, sat down beside each other like regular, and began to talk, the conversation took a turn, one that really wasn’t in favor of my mood.

He brought up his newest girlfriend.

It wasn’t like I was angry at him for having a girlfriend, I was just a good friend, nothing more than that to him. He wasn’t mine. He was his own person.

“So..” I hummed, trying to keep the conversation light, though really it’s not like anyone would have noticed my sudden shift in mood. I mean, we’re talking about me for goodness sake. I threw shade for fun and if I was hurt, it’d always be masked by my overpowering sarcasm. One sudden mood shift wouldn’t stand out, after all, I’d had enough practice hiding my true feelings from an unfortunate many times before. “She’s pretty?”

“Oh, exponentially more so,” he hummed, a radiant, beautiful smile decorating his lips as his mind drifted off once more to his gorgeous girlfriend. I never got that smile. That special, heart breaking smile was only reserved for the best, the prettiest and that was not me. “She’s... everything I didn’t realize I wanted in someone...”

He continued on, speaking of her eyes and how they glittered with this special something every time he saw her. Had my eyes ever looked like that to him?

He brought up her hair, how soft it felt when he ran his fingers through it, how it always seemed to fall perfectly. My hair... I reached up subconsciously to touch it. Was it soft? Did it ever look effortlessly beautiful like that?

His eyes glowed when he redirected his description of her to her smile. He said it was perfect, the way it shaped her eyes into pretty little crescent moons, and that when they were together, it seemed her lips were curved into nothing but. I frowned. He never noticed - wait no, of course he didn’t. Why would he notice my smile when his mind was solely on hers?

I brought my knees up to my chest, the familiar feeling of self pity slowly consuming me. I could no longer concentrate on trying to be a supportive friend while my heart was breaking like this.

I choked back a silent sob. He continued speaking, eyes glazed over in adoration of his girlfriend. My eyes burned, tears welling up at the corners. He chuckled, laughing about something she reminded him of. I reached up, wiping away my unshed tears. He smiled down at his fingers, moving them, savoring the feeling of the ghosts of her fingertips.

He didn’t notice anything. He never did.

A sad, somewhat pessimistic thought entered my mind. Was it because I wasn’t pretty? Would he notice the more minuscule things about me if I was pretty? Would he ask if I was okay if I was pretty?

Would I mean anything more to him... if I was pretty?

Forcing down my tears, I sighed, smacking a easy-going smile back onto my lips. Who cared if it looked fake. It’s not like he would have noticed anyways.

05. you, me, & the moonlight

roommate!au

“Hey...” I hummed, looking up briefly from my computer screen to Han Jisung, my best guy friend, roommate, and unbelievably cliche forever crush. The dim light from the yellow street lights outside mixed together with the lazy, past 10 pm atmosphere in the room. My feet lay on his lap, his laptop perched on my shins. At the sound of his name, he turned to meet my gaze, the slight dimple in his cheek sending my heart into an unauthorized gymnastics routine. He dislodged one earbud from his ear.

“Yeah?”

“What on your schedule tomorrow?” My eyes dropped down to the half-written essay on my laptop screen to avoid a blush from appearing on my cheeks. “I wanna do something.”

He yawned, stretching his arms above his head, t-shirt riding up on his stomach to reveal a sliver of the smooth planes of his taut muscles. Dammit, Han Jisung, cover yourself better.

“Hmm… There’s a morning practice tomorrow from 5:15 to 7, and then I have classes from 8 to 12. Afternoon practice is 2 to 3:30… I also have a study session later tomorrow, like around 4-ish, but it shouldn’t last longer than a couple hours. So we can either do something during lunch or pull an all-nighter doing whatever. Your choice.” He shut his laptop and placed it on the coffee table, the kitchen lights making his chlorine-bleached hair glow golden.

“Well tomorrow’s Friday. I’m most likely going to be asleep during lunch, and I don’t have anything on Saturday until after lunch so I’m game for the all-nighter.” I shut my laptop and placed it on the coffee table as well, rearranging myself so that my head rested on his shoulder. “But if you have morning practice, you should probably go to sleep soon.”

“Alright mom, geez.”

He scoffed in faux offense, laying his head atop mine on instinct.

And, the mere movement sent my heart beating about fifteen times faster than it was supposed to be.

06. your sensitive side

idolfriend!jisung

“Why are you sitting so far away?” Jisung stared at me, a confused look on his angelic features. For once, I wasn’t cuddled into his side. For once, I decided to sit on the very opposite side of the couch, curled up with my favorite penguin plush, Snoogly Woogly. A childish frown marred my usually gentle features.

“Why does it matter?” I spat out, clutching Snoogly Woogly tighter.

“Because you’re obviously bothered and in need of a hug,” he said quite matter-of-factly. I buried my face in Snoogly Woogly and groaned loudly, trying to smother the butterflies in my stomach with annoyance. He just smiled, put down his pineapple pizza and crawled over to my side of the couch. Soon enough, Snoogly Woogly was pulled out of my arms and her plush body was replaced with his firm, warm one. He picked me up, cradling me on his lap.

“Hey!!! You’re on my side of the couch, you big dumb dumb!” Instinctively, my arms wound around his lithe, idol body. I could feel him smile into my shoulder as he hugged me closer til we were pressed flush against each other.

“Oh please. If only you could feel how tight you’re hugging me right now.”

“Only because I don’t want to fall, you fucking sequoia tree!” I growled into his chest. “You’re still on my side, though.”

“Fine.” With that, Jisung picked me up as he stood and walked back to his side of the couch. Sitting back down, with me on his lap, he gave me a pointed look. “Is this better?”

A blush raged across my face. Why did he have to be so… obnoxiously strong and sensitive? I had been living with him for how long and still haven’t found enough flaws to stop liking him.

The night went on. We had just finished our third movie, second box of fried chicken and first box of pizza, and he still hadn’t let go of me. Then again, he was asleep now and he usually went to hug things in his sleep. Pushing off his drowsy form carefully, I peered at the clock on the microwave. 2:54 am.

Slipping out of his loosening grasp, I cleaned the coffee table off. Out went the trash, into the fridge went the pizza. Approaching the couch once more, the cracks of my broken heart softened as my eyes ran over his sleeping figure. I pulled off his glasses gently and set them down by the charging ports in the dining room. He shifted in his sleep, better revealing his soft features.

My hand stretched forward subconsciously to brush the hair from out of his face but I stopped myself. No... I shouldn’t. I turned to head back into the kitchen. Where the fuck was the melatonin..? But as if the whole universe was pitted against me, one of the legs on the coffee table somehow magically placed itself inconveniently in front of my foot.

Before I could stop myself, a whisper-shouted fuck surged past my lips. At the sound of my profanity, his eyes cracked open.

“Hey… shouldn’t you be sleeping?” Though his words were mumbled almost incoherently, his deep brown eyes gazed up at me, awaiting an answer.

“Oh- well yea-” before I could finish my sentence, he reached forward and placed a finger to my lips. Once that effectively silenced me, he sat up and wrapped his arms around my smaller body for the second time tonight, pulling me to the relaxed pace of his heart. For a moment, I lay there stiffly. Though this was no new position to me, my mind raced with doubts. The recent pain in my chest was getting worse, making it harder to think, function, and act normal around him. What had I let myself get pulled into? More importantly, what had I let my heart get roped into all those years ago?

As if sensing my unease, he cracked one eye open, ran a hand through my semi-tangled tresses and rested his lips against my forehead.

“Then sleep.”

07. even death would be kinder

arrangedmarriage!au

“Oh __, my darling girl, how you’ve grown!” I grinned weakly, doing my best to enthusiastically return Mrs. Han’s hug. The woman was like my second mother. I had known her since I was in primary school and I absolutely adored her. Her son on the other hand…

“Han Jisung, come here and say hello!” Mrs. Han called out to her son. I steeled myself for the shock of seeing how the now unfamiliar young man approaching us had changed.

“Hi, __.”

The first thing that came to my mind was ‘hot DANG. his voice got deeper.’

Seulgi bowed quickly before shooting me an apprehensive look and taking her leave.

Taking a deep breath and a quick mental check, I looked up and extended my hand out to shake his hand in greeting. Upon looking up though, I could feel my hand fall slack in disbelief.

The young awkward boy I had fallen in and out if love with during my teen years had now been replaced with a suave, smooth young man. His smile came easily, lips stretched to reveal his bright teeth. His chubby, babyish face had slimmed down significantly over the years. His chiseled jawline and crescent eyes accommodated the handsome face he now sported well. But his eyes… the playful, mischievous brown eyes of his had not changed at all in the years that had passed.

Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I quickly shook his hand, slapping a professional smile on my mouth.

“Pleasure to see you again, Mr. Han. It's been too long.”

His smile faltered and the happy curve if his beautiful eyes vanished. Nonetheless, he shook my hand firmly and nodded, the smile, albeit a tad uncomfortable, still remaining.

“It has.”

Quickly releasing his hand, I stepped back. An uncomfortable silence shrouded us until Mrs. Han cleared her throat.

“Why the long faces, you two? You were the best of friends years ago,” turning to her son, she reached up to pinch his cheek. “Why, I recall you telling me she was the only girl you could be completely comfortable around.”

The handsome male across from me stiffened.

“That’s because she’s like a sister to me mom,” he said, smiling thinly. I pursed my lips, clutching the clipboard in my hands a tad bit tighter. Yes. That was all I was. Nothing but a ‘sister’.

“Oh pish posh,” Mrs. Han scoffed, waving her hand through the air as if it were nothing. “You’re acting as if she’s nothing but a stranger right now.”

Jisung rolled his eyes.

“Mother, we haven’t seen each other in ages.”

“Ages, my foot.” She slapped her son’s arm. “Now you two, stop acting like children. It’s time we had lunch.”

08. how much you care

domesticfriendship!au

“Guess what today is?” I asked, bouncing on the tip of my toes. Literally. Because I was wearing high heels. And one does not simply bounce on their whole feet with high heels.

“Your birthday,” Jisung spoke, returning my smile with an equally casual one.

“Yeup!” He had remembered! Excitement hung around me as I hummed giddly in response. I had finally gotten my feelings in order and realized how much he meant to me. It wasn't just my birthday. Perhaps now maybe I could mean something more to someone.

The lesson went by quickly and before I knew it, so had the majority of the night. Soon enough, it was just the two of us left in the room. While half of me knew he would soon be walking out of those doors like the rest of the students, half of me prayed desperately for him to stay.

“Can I show you something?” He asked suddenly, gesturing to the computer. Giving my consent, he searched and pulled a video up. And for the next minute and a half, I watched flashes of meme-filled images singing a horrid, remixed happy birthday song.

“Wow,” I chuckled in disbelief. His boyish laugh sounded in harmony. “I don't know what I expected but that definitely wasn't it.”

“Well I mean, I'm broke so I couldn't have got you anything,” he snorted incredulously.

“That's is true.”

I took a good long moment to appreciate his features. His smile. He was extremely attractive and I knew that. I knew that from the moment I first saw him in 4th grade. But did I ever do anything about it? No.

All of a sudden, I didn't know what to say. Conversations had never been awkward between us but for some reason, at this moment in time, my heart began to beat faster, my cheeks began to color. A feeling of dread filled my stomach. Oh no. Was I... falling for one of my close male friends??

Before the moment could get any more awkward, the sound of a vibration alerted the both of us to his phone and, pulling it out, the smile dropped from his face. An apologetic smile covered his lips and he pocketed the device once more.

“Aight, my dad is here,” Jisung sighed, gesturing to the door. “I gotta head out.”

Disappointment coiled in my stomach when he turned towards the door, exiting without a second glance. I stood there, staring at his receding figure, confused at why I was feeling the way I was. I didn’t know what I had been hoping for, but it certainly wasn’t for him to leave like that.

Something in my body pulled me forwards, nearly tripping me over my own feet as I chased after him.

“Wait! Jisung!” I called breathlessly from the doorway. “No birthday hug or anything?? I’m offended.”

The boy turned, teasing smile playing at his lips. He paused in his step, rolling his eyes. The boyish quirk in his smile sent my heart hurtling over the edge into the chasm of having a crush at what seemed like a thousand miles per hour.

“Fine,” he spoke, grin more than obvious in his voice. He continued towards me, hands shoved sheepishly into his hoodie pocket.

“No, nevermind,” I scoffed playfully, turned back around, crossing my arms in faux offense. “I don’t need your hugs. Even though it is my birthday.”

“Come on, y/n,” Jisung hummed, his soft, velvety voice sounding right by my ear. “Don’t be like that.”

All of a sudden, a pair of warm, strong, lithe, familiar arms snuck around my waist pulling me firmly against the built frame of my best friend. The scent of his fabric softener and body wash overwhelmed my senses until all I could feel was him and home. He bent down, resting his cheek against the top of my head.

A fiery blush burned over my cheeks.

“Jisung-” I whispered, turning around in his arms. But that was all I could say before he pulled me into his chest once more, cradling my head into his comforting body heat. The sound of his melodic, hypnotizing heartbeat flowed through my ears, falling into a comfortable pace with mine.

“Happy birthday, y/n.”

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HIII SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO READ THIS I WAS BUSY WHEN U POSTEF IT SKSJSJ and also sorry for the long ass review but ‼️ this deserved it bye

ABI. MY LOVE. WTF. first of all i am so so honored and proud that such a talented author such as yourself participated in *my* collab like omfg AND THE FIC WAS SO GOOD HOLY everything about it is so perfect i can’t even describe with words (except i did with almost 800– bye). ANW i wanted to share some of my thoughts as i was reading because . i have many .

SPOILERS BENEATH BTW !!

You fell in love for the first time on a sunny spring morning, at the age of 6. — oh my gosh. even the first line hits so hard. the description of it being ‘a sunny spring morning’ adds to the vibe of the scene!! i’m nostalgic for 6 year old me already

so when Heeseung proposed to play hide and seek you got excited to try something new and more fun. — ABI THIS IS MY BIGGEST WEAKNESS WHAT??? i am ltrly in love with the ‘they brought something new and different in my life’ trope ugh,, and the way heeseung loses the game to comfort them– they're so cute <//3

A moment so sweet that later you wrote down in your personal diary with great detail, you didn't want to forget that moment for anything in the world. — i’m combusting rn HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME??? DO U KNOW HOW MY HEART REACTS ?? ur writing is too good wtf !!!

It was something new and fresh, like lilies of the valley covered with drops of morning dew. But what could you know? You were just a little brat. — your words are somehow always the best i don’t understand how you manage to outdo urself every time bye

It was as if all the memories you had shared together were shattered into thousands of pieces, just like his heart and the letter he had written for you, telling you even his deepest feelings for you. — NOOOOO YOU CAN;T DO THIS heeseung pls omfg

The second time you thought you fell in love was a winter afternoon when you were 16 years old. — have i tolf you your writing is my absolute fav? Because it is. AND PLS I LUV THE REPETITION ITS MY FAVVV LITERARY DEVICE its so chefs kiss

as well as a cute and innocent feeling inside your stomach that tickled your silly heart — yes my heart is so silly it can’t stop madly beating for you

Was all this real? It's as if the whole world had stopped, time ceased to exist, the birds that were flying were frozen in mid-air, and all sounds disappeared, leaving only the rapid beating of your heart pounding your chest with force. — sigh. what more can i say. i’m speechless. nothing compares to your writing fr 10/10 i’mcrying at how good this is

Both of your eyes already said a lot, although it was still not enough for two people who had loved each other so much and then stopped knowing about the other. — STOP PLAYING W MY FEELINGS I AM NOT THE ONE ABI

"Long time no see," it was as if you had become strangers, though practically You were "you're taller now." — this is such an amazing reunion pls i love how they immediately hug but there’s still some awkwardness (?) it’s so realistic and good and MWAH I LOVE IT SM

He was still the same Heeseung as always. — this is so fcking cute and for what

You felt your heart break a second time for the same person. — …. I’m sobbing what a rollercoaster HEESEUNG COME BACK BABE I MISS U SM

But looking into your eyes always gave him a little hope and he held tight to it, refusing to let go. — brb gonna go loSE MY FUCKING MIND RQ

Both of you are left with many unspoken words about to come out of your throats, but you had to swallow them. — say it. say the words. do it you cowards,.

He was still the most beautiful person you've ever seen and you think you can never get over Lee Heeseung — i know i sound like a broken record but your writing genuinely makes me feel so many emotions this is framed so beautifully like a literal masterpiece and i think there couldn’t be a better writer, ever.

"I never wanted to leave you." — gosh. currently typing from my grave, actually.

How dare he say love didn't exist when you felt it with every fiber of your body every time you looked into his eyes? — THE FEELINGS I AM FEELING RIGHT NOW. OH, IF I COULD DESCRIBE IT.

those orbs that you loved so much and from which you had fled so many times. — OUU THE CONTRAST my brain is malfunctioning as we speak

"Hold me again, I've missed your arms more than anything in the world, I can't let you go, not this time." —

the only thing left in the place were your butterflies that finally fluttered together. — this fic is everything to me omg i hold this endlessly dear to my heart

The first and only time you fell in love was that spring morning 14 years ago. — THIS IS SUCH A GOOD ENDING ISHEFOSFHWI IM SCREAMING INTO MY FISTS WTFFF it honestly ties everything tgt so well and ugh the way it circles back to the beginning it’s so good i love how you nicely wrapped it all together. and the whole concept and theme for this is just so good it makes me want to spontaneously combust.

back 2 u — lee heeseung.

pairing. heeseung x f!reader

genre. childhood friends to strangers to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, slight angst.

warning(s). swearing, mentions of bruises.

summary. butterflies always found their home again in your stomach whenever you saw heeseung wrapped in the warm spring breeze, destiny and the decisions you both make in life make your paths cross several times unintentionally, although they repeatedly parted ways, in the end you always end up going back to the other.

note. this is my part for my beloved @moonsluvr's "in between the lines" collab. i hope you enjoy it cause it's especially for you! ik it's late but happy birthday love, i love you.

wc. 4.3k

You fell in love for the first time on a sunny spring morning, at the age of 6.

"Hi, I'm Lee Heeseung!"

You looked at the small hand that had multiple paint stains of all colors that was extended towards you to take it. This was the first time you saw him and the first thing that caught your attention, apart from the fact that he was almost completely covered in paint making his clothes a rainbow, was his bright smile which was missing a tooth and his beautiful eyes.

"Hi." your voice was barely above a whisper as you shook his hand shyly, noticing how it left a red stain on yours.

The boy who said his name was Heeseung stared at you, waiting for you to keep talking so he could know your name. Only after a few seconds in silence did you realize why his eyes didn't even want to blink, in case he missed any detail, when you finished telling him your name you were already holding back a few tears due to the embarrassment you felt.

One of the first things your mom told you was that you should always introduce yourself to the children who approached you and it was the first thing you forgot.

"Nice to meet you! Do you want to be my friend? I was painting a drawing I made myself, if you want you can help me." if you had to be honest you never met someone so energetic and cheerful before. The friends you made up until now were the same as you and didn't dare to leave the comfort of your routine and relate to someone outside your small circle.

You remembered your older brothers and how they had plenty of friends and always went out to play in the street with them and sometimes you used to feel jealous about it, so you would give yourself a chance to make new friends even if it was hard at first.

So you accepted. But in the short span of a few minutes you were already on the floor holding your knee with some tears running down your cheeks, without any teacher around to help you.

Now you were beginning to regret making that decision, you were used to playing quietly or just walking through the halls while talking about anything with your classmates, so when Heeseung proposed to play hide and seek you got excited to try something new and more fun.

But the moment you couldn't find him anywhere, about 7 minutes into the break, you began to despair, you were running from one place to the other, you checked all the places you knew although it was useless because it's as if he had disappeared from the planet. Your little mind began to think unimaginable and exaggerated things but the nerves had won over you.

When your crying reached the ears of the boy who was even holding his breath so as not to be found, he came out of hiding almost running with concern marked on his face.

"Are you okay?" He knelt in front of you, looking sideways to see if any teacher would peek out so they could handle the situation. What could a child do to calm someone crying?

A small spotlight was lit on his head, he quickly checked the pockets of his pants and a big smile came to his face when he found what he was looking for, he put in front of your eyes a band-aid with drawings of panda bears to show you that he already had everything under control.

He used to fall and hurt himself quite often so his older brother had given him a box full of those so that he would start taking care of himself a little bit so as not to give his mother too much trouble.

He gently placed it on your injured knee, it was rare to see that in him because of how unruly he turned out to be at all hours. Your wound wasn't that bad but you still flinched at the touch, successfully making the small waterfall in your eyes stop.

"I couldn't find you anywhere." that bothered him a bit, he didn't like to see people get sad because of him.

"I'm sorry."

He looked down as he played with his hands only now noticing how dirty they were from the paint, the thought of painting your face pink flashed through his head. He mustered up some courage and you felt his lips rest on the band-aid he just put on.

you were startled and he didn't even give you a chance to say anything because he ran into the classroom at the sound of the bell.

Maybe you were too young to experience what love really was, but back then you could swear your heart was about to explode and you were scared to feel that way whenever you were with him.

A moment so sweet that later you wrote down in your personal diary with great detail, you didn't want to forget that moment for anything in the world.

It was something new and fresh, like lilies of the valley covered with drops of morning dew. But what could you know? You were just a little brat.

The months passed and whenever you shared a moment that made your stomach turn, you wrote it down and treasured it for yourself. You never told anyone about those emotions that made you feel more alive than ever.

After a few years being the best friends that could exist, you disappeared from the city without notice leaving Heeseung alone.

And from there you didn't know anything about each other.

The day you didn't come to school worried him a lot, but nothing compared to the feeling that shook his body when he went to your house only to see the "for sale" sign outside, with not a single piece of furniture inside.

—

The second time you thought you fell in love was a winter afternoon when you were 16 years old.

Spring was just around the corner but these days the cold hadn't given you a single break, today was your first day in a new high school and you already made the mistake of not bringing any coat and letting yourself be fooled by the sun in the morning because now your body was shaking from head to toe.

The snow melted days ago and if you paid attention to your surroundings you could see how the flowers began to bloom, decorating the streets a bit giving them joy, as well as a cute and innocent feeling inside your stomach that tickled your silly heart. The sun's rays fed and gave life to everything every new morning.

You took a deep breath trying to feel the early warmth of the season you loved the most.

And your body completely freezes at the smell of that perfume.

And all because you exchanged glances with him.

Heeseung had been so engraved in your memory and soul that today, after years, you could still recognize the typical smell of his perfume.

But had you really fallen in love again? He was the same person after all and it was as if all those butterflies were coming out of hiding that they refused to leave. They never left.

You watched as he said something to the boy next to him to walk towards you. With each step it's as if he is activating a bomb in your head not knowing what to do or say.

"Hey."

His voice made everything around you return to normal, letting time run again.

You couldn't say anything, there were so many things you wanted to say that in the end they got stuck in your throat. Both of your eyes already said a lot, although it was still not enough for two people who had loved each other so much and then stopped knowing about the other.

You let your body act by itself and quickly passed your arms around hisneck while you hid your face on his chest, the warmth of his body made you feel in paradise and when he passed his hands on your waist a chill ran down your spine. Feeling his touch after missing him for so long gave you goosebumps. It was overwhelming.

When you parted everything was uncomfortable, he raised his shoulders not knowing what to do and you just covered yourself using your arms because of the cold that penetrated inside your light clothes.

"Long time no see," it was as if you had become strangers, though practically You were "you're taller now."

You did your best to make the environment more comfortable, it was the first time you saw each other after years. His eyes were still the same as you remembered them, he was tall, much taller, his bright smile hadn't changed a bit but he was already a bigger person, you could tell just by looking at him that he wasn't still the same 12-year-old boy.

"Are you cold?" he noticed how your body reacted to being outdoors without any source of heat "I don't want you to get sick."

Heeseung didn't even let you reply that he was already taking off the hoodie he was wearing to put it on your head without hesitation.

"Oh but you don't need to!" he didn't even listen to you and from one second to another his hands were already on the edge of the hoodie making sure it covered you completely "now you could get sick."

"I care more about you." he said softly. His face was so close to yours that you had to hold your breath. He was so cute, he smelled so good and his smile mesmerized you in a way that you could die right there.

He was still the same Heeseung as always.

You didn't talk as much as you would've liked, at least you were able to spend a few minutes talking about what you had done with your lives in recent years, although you couldn't concentrate even for a few minutes, your head kept overthinking every action you did and your eyes couldn't stop traveling in his face trying to remember every last inch of him as if you weren't going to see him again for another long period of time.

Only when you got home did you realize how red your cheeks were, you were embarrassed to think that Heeseung saw you all the time with your face burning and your heart beating so loud, you were sure he could hear it.

That night you slept without being able to take off the blue hoodie with some yellow lines and letters that he gave you, it was a silly thought but you could tell that it was something he would buy the second he saw it. You smiled at that, you had missed him so much that you couldn't be able to get away from that smell that comforted you so much in the past and that remained engraved in the depths of your mind.

You hadn't thought about him going to your high school until that moment, he had the same uniform as you so that got you excited because maybe you can be close again and just thinking about being near him increased your heart rate. You felt like in a fairy tale and you hoped you could tell him what your heart been holding.

But when you went the next day he wasn't there. Nor was it the following days.

Even if you were dying of embarrassment, Heeseung was much more important to you, so you had the audacity to ask the person you saw him with, but he just told you that he had left there and he didn't think he'd be back anytime soon. You felt your heart break a second time for the same person.

Your anger spoke for you but you wished you had never seen him that day just to avoid feeling that unbearable pain you didn't want to remember for anything in the world.

It's as if Heeseung had never existed, being all a product of your imagination that so longed to live his love story.

—

Heeseung was like a loose leaf that had been wandering since autumn letting the wind carry it to no particular destination.

That's why the air caught in his throat when he saw you in the cafe he used to go to whenever he needed to clear his mind of it. He had never seen you there before and you didn't seem to be some new employee so he assumed it was because he always picked the times you weren't working.

Feeling so many emotions running through his body made him overwhelmed and dizzy. It was ridiculous that you always met after years in places you least expected, he was tired of that, he was tired of feeling how his heart shrank at your memory and how he cried when he saw you, it erased all the "progress" he was making trying to forget you and he went back 100 steps because he already convinced himself that you weren't meant to be together.

But looking into your eyes always gave him a little hope and he held tight to it, refusing to let go.

It was for that reason that he was too cowardly to approach you, and he simply turned around wanting to leave the place and his feelings as well once and for all. Inwardly begging not to regret his decisions later.

And it looks like the universe heard him for the first time in years.

"Heeseung?"

There weren't many people in the place and he was grateful for it because he could take off his mask and cap calmly without anyone recognizing him, but he was surprised how you could tell it was him just by looking at his figure, his stomach couldn't stop spin around.

Despite the fact that the few who were there stared at him because he had been standing for like 5 minutes without moving, he shrugged it off and walked towards you, with the counter being the only thing that separated you.

"Hey," he smiled at you, "I didn't know you worked here."

"I used to work in the mornings," you didn't know if it was because you hadn't seen him in a long time and you couldn't remember him as well as before but you noticed he was a little sad, you both looked at each other for a few seconds and stayed silent trying to distract yourselves with something "you want a drink?"

"Yeah, of course." Heeseung ordered for his usual.

Everything was damn awkward, you couldn't even talk like you did that time at the high school entrance long ago, everything was worse since you were practically strangers who didn't know anything about each other, just two unknown people who shared a past trying to talk, which would obviously end in embarrassing failure.

Both of you are left with many unspoken words about to come out of your throats, but you had to swallow them.

When Heeseung had his takeout order in his hands, he said goodbye to you and started walking towards the exit. With each step he took, new thoughts came to your head, you couldn't let him go like nothing like you did before, you had to do something to keep him by your side even for a few more hours or else you would regret not having done nothing for the rest of your life.

"My shift ends in about 20 minutes!" your ears turned red realizing you yelled at him, when you got his attention you continued "do you want to wait for me so we can talk?"

"I would love that." his grin dispelled all your doubts, he didn't even have to think twice.

You couldn't do your job properly while he waited sitting next to a window, your mind kept wandering to the image of him with the sun's rays lighting up his face. He was still the most beautiful person you've ever seen and you think you can never get over Lee Heeseung.

Getting him out of your heart is like an impossible mission, it was as if he had been created specifically to be inside you all his life.

"I still have the hoodie you gave me that day." you played with your fingers not wanting to see his expression.

Both left the cafeteria and headed to the first park you found, there were some children playing and running everywhere. You couldn't help but think about when you used to play with Heeseung until it got dark and your mother had to practically carry you home by the ears, you even avoided going home to drink water for fear that she wouldn't let you out again.

His giggle made you look up "I can't believe you kept it," he looked up at the sky, hesitating as to whether or not to say the words on the tip of his tongue, but he was tired of keeping things to himself so he let his mouth speak for itself "it's more yours than mine, it always was."

You tilted your head to the side, not understanding what he meant "what do you mean?"

"This is embarrassing," he tried to cover his face that was beginning to turn pink, "but I bought it with you in mind."

"Are you serious?"

"I've had it since I was 12 years old just because I wanted to lend it to you, so I bought it a few sizes bigger than it still fit me," your chest tightened at the memory "I never wanted to leave you." his sudden words confused you.

"What?" you tried not to stutter.

"That day I had to rethink what I wanted to do with my life several times just because I saw you again after years wondering what happened to you," he took a deep breath trying not to overwhelm his emotions "but I followed my dreams ignoring the deeper feelings, I became a trainee and now I'm here, being an idol. I'm sorry I left, but I don't regret it."

"You fulfilled your dream, of course you don't have to regret it, I would never want you to." your brain still couldn't process everything he told you, you just concentrated on the fact that he was able to fulfill what he told you so many times and you couldn't be more proud of him because your body couldn't contain so much happiness "I'm so proud of you Heeseung, I still remember when you-"

"Even though I don't even know if I like it that much anymore," he cut you off with tears welling up in his eyes "you're right, I fulfilled my dream, but everything is so difficult that I'm beginning to believe that there are more cons than pros in all of this."

You didn't know what to say, you didn't even know what was going on in his life right now, and fuck, you don't even know if you can consider yourself his friend after being apart for so long.

"No matter what I do or how hard I try there will always be bad comments that sometimes become so overwhelming that they far outweigh the good ones. I'm just tired," he looked into your eyes and a spark traveled through your body "and this may be silly but I really do believe that love doesn't exist. Or at least not for me, I don't know if I should give up."

How could he say that? How dare he say love didn't exist when you felt it with every fiber of your body every time you looked into his eyes? When that strong feeling took over your heart from the moment you met him? How dare he when he taught you what love really was even if he didn't know it? It's true, it wasn't always pretty and it used to hurt a lot to the point you want to tear your heart out in order not yo feel anything and forget everything, and you knew that better than anyone for all the years you spent away from him feeling abandoned, but you wouldn't change the love you feel for Lee Heeseung for anything in the world, even if it hurts and burns you inside you're convinced you will never be able to find something similar in your life. Love was what made you feel alive every day.

"You're wrong about that... Love is real. I know because I've felt it."

"Please don't say you love me."

But even if you were consumed with shame and with your pride broken, you decided to stand firm and stare into his eyes, those orbs that you loved so much and from which you had fled so many times.

Hearing that completely paralyzed you, had you been so obvious all that time? You wanted to get out of there, run away and never see him again.

This was the last chance you had to tell him the whole truth and stop being a coward for once in your life, you were going to fight for what your heart dictated, even if everything ended badly you wouldn't be left with that heavy feeling following you everywhere.

"I love you Heeseung, I always have."

He didn't even move, you could see his gaze change but you couldn't figure it out, it was an ocean full of doubt and he was drowning in it.

"Don't make this harder please." His lips were trembling, afraid to blurt out the next words "because I love you too."

You had to blink several times to make sure you weren't in some weird dream or misheard. You wanted to beat him until your hands got tired, you wanted to yell at him until you lost your voice. You were already preparing to be rejected and he told you that? You couldn't believe it, so many years thinking that your feelings were one-sided when in reality he felt the same? You wanted to beat yourself up too by not taking the risk sooner.

But maybe that was fine, probably if you had done it before nothing would have worked, you wanted to believe that the universe was responsible for bringing you together at the right time.

"Please tell me you really mean it." your eyes were watery, waiting for any answer so the tears could fall.

"I never in my life said something so serious." his tone of voice changed to a slower and softer one to make sure you were the only one to hear him, his hands slowly moved up your neck to position themselves on your cheeks and caress them with his thumb "I'm sorry I didn't say it before, I was scared."

Your fingers were on his, not wanting to stop feeling the touch of his fingertips on you, giving you goosebumps "scared of what?"

"Scared of loving you." he was getting closer and closer to you, now you could feel his breath caress your eyelashes "scared of being the only one who felt all these butterflies when we were together and ruining the only good thing in my life."

You repeatedly shook your head letting some tears fall, although there weren't many because Heeseung took care to wipe them all away.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you that I was going to move me out when we were 12."

"And I'm sorry I didn't tell you that I was on my way to fulfill my dream and let you slip out of my arms, you have no idea how much I wanted to see you again but I let you go."

"Don't worry about it, we're already together, right?" he nodded as your fingers played with his hair.

"Hold me again, I've missed your arms more than anything in the world, I can't let you go, not this time."

It was getting dark, the children were gone and the only thing left in the place were your butterflies that finally fluttered together.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped them around your waist. Your heart was threatening to burst out of its cage, he was getting closer and closer and you closed your eyes waiting for his lips to touch yours. The euphoric feeling leaving you dizzy and dazed, wondering what would happen to you if he didn't hold you in his arms.

Your lips fit together like a perfect puzzle which have been searching for its missing piece for too long.

This was how it felt to truly love someone, your hearts never gave up and if you had to wait 100 more years just to feel the moment when your lips and hearts were fervently linked then you would wait as long as it takes. There is nothing in the world you wouldn't do for each other, you would go to space back and forth, burn down entire cities and plant millions of trees if it meant you would meet in another life over and over again until your souls lived through it all.

The first and only time you fell in love was that spring morning 14 years ago.

14 years and the flower that bloomed in your chest without hope of living long hasn't withered yet.

Your heart and spring would always go back to him.

#READ THIS Y’ALL #moonandabi4lyfers #best fic to ever exist btw #abi had outdone herself once again #i am meowing purring barking rn #SAWRRY ABOUT THIS BRAINROT ABI ILYYY

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fmdkiana · 3 years ago

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ki vs tempted

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tldr; basc on set ki had one of her closest friends, and fell in luv w another, so it was a happy time period for her. everything ive written so far abt this storyline i’ve kept the relationships vague because it was a lot to think thru but my not knowing shit keeps getting in the way so i’m doin the damn thing im Thinkin It Thru

not like ki actually had a choice, but once she heard that one of her closest friends had been cast in another role in tempted, she didnt hesitate to go along with it anymore

already having someone on set with her that she felt comfortable with made the process a lot easier to get used to, and opened her up to fallin in lub

i’ll think thru the bestie second bc thats more complicated to try to piece tgt but i have the luv one locked n loaded baybee

da luv

i continue to keep the roles “vague” because i’m p sure other ppl could claim roles in the drama in the future but i think it’s fair enuf to say she and the role had scenes, and they fell in love thru working on them

initial chemistry came in the moment of playing out scenes (he was def a better actor than ki is) and developed from there

he came to be quite romantic in the way he treated her behind the scenes and it made her fall very quickly

But they each fell for each other’s characters, more than one another. while it was a really good time period, when it came to the drama and promotions wrapping up, little things would pop up every so often that would point out how different of people they actually are. he liked going out, he was popular and charismatic, he liked playing things by ear, and ki,,,, is bad at all of those things

all those little moments came to a head when they left the relationship deflated. when the only time the passion could revive is when they’re basically roleplaying as characters that are becoming further and further in the past. eventually they mutually decided to call it off

i’m sure ki still quietly keyed the car of his next gf tho,,,,

also his name is seowoo bc i forgot to name him yet again ugh

da bestie

daemin’s an idol too n they met around russian roulette promos so late 2016

they bonded quickly over shared emotions and being at the right place at the right time

she saw him interacting w his brother who isn’t the nicest to him n ‘used’ her bs empath shit n Felt a kindred spirit. she was super sure he was an outcast n felt like a freak, the black sheep, like she did. and she was right (this time) but the dude is kinda batshit too so when she was right they were like soul sisters insert hands touching on either side of a glass wall

they’re rly similar in that theyre both recluses n have insecurity issue stuff due to their bg, him with his fam n her with mostly school kids back in the states

og they didn’t connect much on an idol level bc he was only an idol to appease his fam but later on decided he wanted to better himself. idol life still isnt their biggest connection tho bc ki is focused more on the attention and he’s more focused on growing his art

he’s also more morally headstrong

ki has some things she’s strong over, and Thinks her morals r rly strong, but in a lot of areas she’s back and forth on either extreme n,, that’s complicated to explain but it’s smth they don’t connect on

they created a foundation basically immediately because of the one thing they have in common that’s a core to both of them, and everything else has built up from that

it makes them more volatile than some other relationships ki has because the idea of them she’s built up in her head is that world ending type of friendship and he feeds into that

she’s more physically affectionate w him than most anyone and it’s created quite a few ‘almost’ moments where she gets in her head w all her overthinking n is like o no have i fooled myself am i secretly in love w him, and then every time chooses going nahhh im nooot we’re good we’re besties

but tbf she’s like that w any man she’s friends w bc she doesnt kno how to not overthink everything all the time lol on a usual daily basis her n daemin are quite besties only vibes, they just share company, laughs, interest, n comfort

reception

i got kinda off topic talking abt daemin for so long (idk this is just an intro if i end up wanting to write more specific details abt her r/s w daemin or seowoo they can have their own hcs) but smth i rly wanna talk about is the reception

tempted was Not hot with ratings, but a lot of the scenes ki was in ended up having a ton of buzz around them. a lot of ppl thought she was a good actress and really she only read as good because she was comfortable with some of her scene partners and felt like she was barely playing a role half the time because of it

so even today she has a small little fan group that wave their flags going ki best actordol show us ur magic in another show. but she’ll disappoint them almost every time loool

anyway during the promos and bts vids, it was clear to anyone who knew a touch about her that she was quite close with daemin and seowoo, because she acted completely differently around them than she does with most anyone else

she usually keeps to herself, doesn’t say much, very reserved, but with them, she’s laughing, she’s touching them, she’s just,, very comfortable

and fans ate it up. i was finally inspired to make this hc bc i saw tweets like dis https://twitter.com/jensestal/status/1505400897240809474?s=21 n was like ugh that’s so fans over ki n daemin Or seowoo tbh

but it hits diff w seowoo bc she felt like she was in love n it kinda showed bc she’s awful at holding back her feelings

nowadays

she thinks of it as a very positive experience. n her other bestie gyu showed up on the last day and really made that a Perfect experience to her

probably some fans even today whine about wanting ki in another drama with daemin or seowoo n poor them for that one bc her n seowoo so unlikely to b in another drama tgt loool

i think she’ll always have love for seowoo, but at this point, she’s come to realize she was in love with the character, and not the real life person. she doesn’t wanna put either of them through that again, bc she knows she’d fall for the character all over again. still gets wistful over him sometimes, esp if she comes across a vid of him acting and it Reminds her

and her n daemin are still besties, tho i think it’s smth that’s been more or less v private since the end of the show. stalkers know more, but the average person would probably think they’re just vaguely still friends. show up at the same function once a year or whatever

#headcanon #tempted #i did Not mean for this to b so long i thought i was being brief as possible until i got to the end n saw how much i'd written #seowoo #daemin

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nightbts · 7 years ago

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26 + 55 w/ Taehyung pls!! And if possible, could it be a college au? thx

pairing: reader + taehyung

Prompt: “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” + “I didn’t mind.”

word count: 2k

genre: fluff + college! au

a/n: ty for the sweet message also um this gif is perfect im-

prompt list :)

The two of you were volunteers at your university library, and somehow, spending late nights shelving books just lead to several things more.

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Closing your eyes briefly, you sighed inwardly as the boy in front of you tried shoving a book into a shelf that clearly wasn’t supposed to be there.

“Taehyung, I don’t think that’s where that book goes,” you said gently, although you could feel your patience wearing thin. It was late and you still had to get back to your dorm and study for your political science test you had the next morning, but with Taehyung being a newbie, the librarian had handed the responsibility to you to train him as she claimed to be “too busy”.

Meaning, she had to go home and feed her several and I mean, several, cats.

Scratching his head, he looked at you and back at book in his hand, before saying, “I mean, you said I had to organize it alphabetically and the last name is in K so shouldn’t it go in here, since-”

“Did you read the label to see what type of book it was?”

A look of realization dawned on the boy’s face as he flushed a bit when he suddenly gave you a sheepish look, his eyes disappearing into a shy smile that had your heart skipping a beat. Looking away immediately, you shook your head a little, telling yourself the lack of sleep was getting to you.

“It’s non-fiction,” he admitted, as he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. Although you were tired as hell, your lips gave out in a small smile as you shook your head lightly, a small chuckle slipping past your mouth. As you pushed the cart towards the non-fiction section of the library, you motioned him to follow you, however not going by without noticing the wide grin Taehyung had as he trailed behind you.

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“I-”

“I’m sorry Y/N, I really need you to stay extra today! One of my cats is in a critical state at the animal hospital nearby and I have to g- Oh! Look, Taehyung’s here. The both of you can work together and time will fly. Bye, you two and here, lock up on the way out,” The librarian said as she threw the keys at you, leaving you stunned as the words that formed in your mouth, fell out in a trail of whispers for nobody to hear but yourself.

“I have my final tomorrow….”

Clutching the keys tightly in your fist, you took in a shaky breath as you realized, you physically and mentally couldn’t do this anymore. You had your final tomorrow and although you’d been studying for weeks, tonight was what counted. From balancing jobs, your other classes, clubs and working at the library, everything was starting to be just too much for you.

“If you want, you can go ahead Y/N. I think I’ll be fine by myself.” Taehyung said behind you, yet the uncertainness in his voice didn’t go unnoticed by you.

Plus, as clueless as the boy was you couldn’t help but feel a tad guilty. If there was anything you learned about Taehyung over the last few weeks it was that he was one of the most genuine and kindest people you’d ever met. Even when you found out he was majoring in Physics and partaking in clubs you’d never even heard of, he always managed to sport a smile on his face, one that at times even had you forgetting your own worries.

But not today.

“It’s alright Taehyung. That wouldn’t be fair of me, now would it?” you said simply, as you turned around to face the endless number of carts of books that all had to be shelved.

Looking back at Taehyung, whose face mirrored yours at the sight of books, you sighed hopelessly and suggested, “Divide and conquer?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Weeks had gone by and Taehyung and you had gotten closer than you, or other people would ever expect.It was almost at the point where you were excited to finish your classes and head to the library, just to see Taehyung.

Not that the two of you didn’t meet out of the library too. After a couple awkward but endearing encounters, the two of you finally exchanged numbers, Taehyung saying, “Just in case of an emergency of course,” to which you simply giggled, shaking your head at the boy who in turn flushed deeply.

But the more time you spent with Taehyung, you could slowly see past the shy and nervous front he had put up when you first met him. Now, replaced with that was a whole new side of him, one that was funny, cute and crazy in so many ways that you just wanted to get to know him more.

You wanted to know his favorite color, what he does when he’s bored, what his favorite songs were, who his role model was, what his dreams for the future were. You wanted to know everything. And every time you looked deep into those dark brown eyes, you felt like you could see it all, everything from the vast universe down to the smallest twinkle.

Did you like him? You didn’t know, I mean, it was the first time you’d ever felt this way around someone. It was the first time someone made you feel whole, made you feel like you could be yourself without living up to any expectations, and made you feel at home.

“Why are you so red, Y/N? Are you feeling alright?” Taehyung said, pulling you out of your thoughts as his hand reached forward, touching your forehead.

“I’m alright, Tae.” you smiled softly, as you slowly removed his hand from your forehead, your heart fluttering at the smile he returned.

Am I though?

“Wow, they should make a rule to not let short people work at libraries. You’d need a stool everywhere you went.” Taehyung snorted as he watched you try putting a book away on the highest shelf.

It was a Friday night and when the typical college students would be partying, getting drunk, and having one-night stands with strangers, Taehyung and you were both stuck shelving books.

Although, you weren’t one to complain.

Turning around to shoot him a glare, you retorted, crossing your arms, “For your information, I am perfectly capable of doing this.

Raising a brow, Taehyung smirked, “Oh? Really now??

Letting out a huff, you turned back around, standing on your toes as you tried to reach the top, even holding on to the shelf as you balanced yourself. Watching you from behind, Taehyung simply shook his head and chuckled, finding your stubbornness absolutely freaking adorable. Moving behind you, his hand shot up past yours as he whispered, “Just let me do it.” his breath fanning the back of your neck. As he took the book from your hand, his fingers grazed yours ever-so-slightly, enough to send your heart into a frenzy.

However you weren’t about to simply give up as you turned around to retort back, but instead, it was a decision you were quick to regret. Your heart suddenly skipped a beat when it noticed the distance between the two of you was almost nonexistent. And if that wasn’t enough, the way Taehyung was smirking at from above as you were completely backed up against the bookshelf, had you holding your breath.

Waving the book in the air, a good couple feet above you, Taehyung teased, “Here, all you have to do is reach for it Y/N.”

For a split second, forgetting the position you were in and instead focusing on the challenge at hand, you pouted and started complaining, as you reached up on your toes to reach the book, “Taehyung–just give it to me!” with Taehyung just giggling at the concentrated look on your face as you endlessly tried grabbing at the air above you.

But as you tried just one last time, your footing was slightly off as you felt yourself lose your balance, a mini yelp escaping your lips as your hands clutched the thing nearest to you.

Which ended up being?

You guessed it.

Taehyung.

Wide-eyed, your hands tightened around Taehyung’s shirt as you quickly regained your balance. Looking up nervously, you saw Taehyung’s smirk slowly disappear as it turned into a nervous smile, his eyes gazing down at you with a look that was indescribable. Blinking, you found yourself staring at Taehyungs lips, his soft red lips that just seemed oh-so-inviting, yet the thought of them on you had you flushing scarlet red.

“Y/N?” Taehyung whispered softly through the thick air, your grip on him tightening as the way his name rolled of his lips had your knees going weak.

But before you could respond, all you could feel was the softness of his nose brushing against yours, his hands that slowly cradled your waist as he pulled you closer into his grasp, and finally his lips following right after. His lips soft as clouds enveloped yours gently, nervously, tenderly, as his mouth caressed yours while you stood there stunned, unable to move as much as an inch.

Sensing the hesitation in you, Taehyung quickly pulled away, a look of panic flashing across his face. His cheeks went flush under the dim library light, as he looked at you, completely flustered, “I-I’m sorry. I really - I didn’t mean to-”

“I didn’t mind.” you suddenly said, your eyes widening as the words slipped past your lips, making you look away in embarrassment, as you internally cringed.

Why did you have to say that?!

Taehyung’s face mirrored yours, a look of surprise on them before he gave you that smile, that very smile he gave you when the two of your first met, the one that had your heart skipping a beat just at the sight of it.

Tilting his head to the side, he raised his brow as he teased, “You didn’t mind?”

This time, it was your turn to be flustered as you hit his chest lightly, avoiding his teasing eyes as he beamed down at you. Chuckling, his forehead fell upon yours, his lips yet again just centimeters away.

“Then you wouldn’t mind if I did it again?” he whispered lowly, his eyes falling back down to your lips.

“I wouldn’t,” you said softly, finding yourself inching closer to him.

And let's just say that night was spent more kissing and giggling at each other than it was shelving books.

#bts #bts scenarios #kwritersnet #sfwbangtan #bts taehyung #taehyung scenarios #taehyung fluff #taehyung angst #taehyung one shot #bts one shots #taehyung drabbles #taehyung scenario #jungkook #jimin #jhope #namjoon #suga #yoongi #jin

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imaginesofeverykind · 7 years ago

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Ditch and Date || Teen Sam Drake x Reader ||

Characters: Teen!Sam Drake x Reader

Fandom: Uncharted

Request: Yup! [Can u pleaseeeee do some teen!sam fluff luv u♡♡♡]

Prompt: You are a typically nerdy girl, glasses and all. Life for you is pretty average at school, home and work with one exception, you are best friends with Sam Drake so life with him is anything but average.

Tags: @rafeadderall @missdictatorme @dragonjedihobbit @shararogers @delicrieux (Message me if any of you want to be tagged in post to get notifications of when I update)

Word Count: 2,127

A/N: Shit this is real cute 10/10 love Teen!Sam. He is just so cute and I want 12 of them.

School had been a drag, it always was, it seemed to go on forever. Despite your incredible intelligence you always reverted your attention elsewhere, but because of this intellect when it came down to doing in class tests, assignments and exams you could breeze through them. Your ability to not listen yet maintain high grades pissed your friends off but they still loved you unconditionally.

Upon meeting Sam, your parents and even teachers scolded you for throwing away such intellect by staying up late, running amuck with the only person in your life that made you feel some sense of excitement. Weary at first when you met him at a bookstore, he marched right up to you to tell you that the book you were reading was ‘bullshit’ and gave you a better book to read. Needless to say, the two of you got on like a house on fire.

That was one encounter that made you smile when you thought of it, you being your bumbling self had no idea what to say when an attractive boy walked up to you...voluntarily... You always attracted the strange ones, but not Sam. Sure, he was strange in his own way but he wasn’t like any other guy that came up to you before.

You remained in the middle of the classroom where the Advanced Math teacher droned on and on, today you were meant to start basics on quantum physics, given that it was only just a high school advanced math class they couldn’t delve too deep into the topic.

Your mind was elsewhere, in fact you were thinking about Sam and the two of you would be doing tonight. Your parents had enough of telling you to stop sneaking out so they stopped bothering, knowing that this was the only thing you did rebellious unlike your older siblings who would party on school nights and go to exams with hangovers.

Your gaze wandered from the cheesy math posters strung up on the walls to the windows on the opposite side of the class. You had clear view of the carpark just off to the side of your school and your eyes widened upon seeing a familiar figure leaning up against his motorcycle. Raising your hand immediately all eyes fell on you, as you pushed your glasses up the bridge of your nose the teacher finally acknowledged you.

“May I go to the bathroom please.” You had asked politely, you teacher sighed and nodded, she was stern with her words, “make it snappy Y/N we have a lot to cover.” You stood up and nodded, turning to one of your friends, “look after my shit for me will you?” they grabbed your arm to stop you from walking too far, “wait-wait, your ditching? Y/N you could get into serious trouble.”

“Maybe I am, but my rides here and if I have to listen to Mrs.Quantum-physics-is-the-meaning-of-life any longer I just might shoot myself.” You whispered, gently taking your arm away from your friends grip and walking out of the classroom. Your heart beat fast as you passed the toilets completely and made a bee-line for the front doors.

Double-checking that there were no teachers, you made a break for it and sprinted out the front doors and over to the car park, being mindful that you didn’t pass any of the windows. You waved to get his attention, he stood up from leaning and waved to you, “C’mon!”

You shook your head, but gestured for him to follow you as you continued to walk away from the school building all the way until you reached the main road. He followed your lead, his motorcycle purring louder as he neared you. “Hello stranger.” He grinned pulling up beside you. “Fancy meeting you here... speaking of how did you know where I went to school?”

Sam never picked you up from school, visited you or any of the sort as you never mentioned it to him before. He shrugged, a grin on his lips, “eh, I followed you this morning.” He admitted shamelessly, today in particular he was aching to do something and couldn’t wait until the evening. “Should I be flattered or creeped out?”

“Both, now hop on.” He patted his seat for you to sit, you just laughed and obliged. The feeling of ditching and getting into possible trouble slipped your mind once you wrapped your arms around him and he kicked off the stand. “Where are we going?” You asked, pushing up your glasses. “Not sure yet, I’ll figure something out.”

Pulling out on the road you hummed in content, feeling the cool breeze on your cheeks and blowing through your hair. Sam smiled to himself, ever since he met you, things for him didn’t seem so bleak. He was forced to grow up at a young age but being with you made him feel like an every day eighteen year old who only had slight problems to deal with.

Problems like how to tell a particular person he had feelings for them. That person being you. And you coincidentally shared the same problem. Sam hadn’t driven very far, but he ended up stopping at the harbour just shy of the boating docks. It wasn’t overly loud but there was thickness to the noise echoing up the river from freighter ships not too far down. “You took me out of school to bring me to the harbour?” You poked fun at him, hauling yourself off the bike.

“Hey, i’m pretty sure you’d prefer it out here than back there.” He retorted, kicking out the stand and stepping off the bike, his hair a mess from the wind and his nose red from the cold breeze. You laughed and walked up to him, fixing his thick locks to where they usually were, He sighed happily, loving the feeling of your hands through his hair.

You noticed the smile on his face and his closed eyes, he always had loved it when you played with his hair. His eyes opened upon feeling your fingers move away, “wanna go for a swim?” he asked, a cheeky grin on his lips. You raised your eyebrows and eyed him, “it’s freezing out, besides that river is not sanitary, there’s probably waste and litter in it, I don’t feel like contracting any disease from it.”

“Oh come on, Y/N. It’s fine, i’ve done it before.” Sam coaxed you, making you laugh and shake your head, “just because you’ve done it before doesn’t mean it’s alright to do it again... besides I don’t have any change of clothes.” He grinned at you, “I’m not hearing a No.” Of course his words made you smile, if anyone in the world got you to do anything outside your comfort zone it was Sam.

His beautiful eyes looking pleadingly at you, because he too knew that he had the power to convince you to do anything. He exploited that sometimes but he’d never make you do anything too illegal, or if you were really uncomfortable he knew when to stop. It was scary sometimes, how easily you crumbled under his words and pleading gaze.

It was similar to scolding a dog, they’d look at you like they committed the worst crime in the world and just want to love you. That’s exactly what it was like saying no to Sam. Your nose scrunched as the cogs ticked in your mind, you were most definitely not going to disappoint him, considering not once has he ever disappointed you.

“Fine.” you gritted, deadpanned and glaring at him, he bounced up and grinned, it was hard for you to stay mad at him especially seeing his lopsided grin that made your knees weak. “You owe me, big time.” You pointed your finger at him but a sly smile crept up onto your lips as you started to strip off your clothes, and take off your glasses.

“Uh.. w-what are you doing?” He stammered, trying to revert his gaze elsewhere from your clad body, you were just in your underwear now and you put your hands on your hips, “I’m not getting my clothes wet.” He chuckled nervously before doing the same, stripping down to nothing but his boxer briefs.

You hadn’t quite thought your idea through enough, your were freezing and now upon seeing Sam you couldn’t look at him without blushing. Stepping to the edge, you peered down at the river water, you couldn’t believe you were about to do this. “Don’t think about it.” Sam’s breath hit your exposed neck, he was standing right behind you, and although it was definitely in Sam’s nature to just push you into the water you trusted that he wasn’t going to.

“Trying not to - this was your idea y’know.” You rolled your eyes and turned your head, surprised that he was a lot closer than you thought. He chuckled, “Oh I know, but I’m waiting for you to get in.” You folded your arms and eyed him, “Is that so?”

“Because if you don’t get in first I know you wont get in at all.” He was right, you were more than likely to stand around complaining than getting in if you didn’t get in first. “How about together, huh?” He suggested, you nodded in response and returned your gaze to the murky waters. His arms snaked around your waist before he pushed off without warning, the both of you dropping into the freezing cold water.

“h-holy shit, that’s cold - that is really really cold.” You stammered, the coldness making you seize up. If it weren’t for the cold waters you most definitely would’ve blushed furiously at Sam’s arms around your bare waist. Sam however at laughed and pushed his flat wet hair out of his eyes. “If I wasn’t so cold I’d kill you Sam.” You grumbled, splashing water at him, your teeth chattered from the cold and your lips were tinted with purple.

“Oh c’mon, it’s not that bad!” He exclaimed swimming over to you, a grin on his face. His warm hands gently gripped your upper arm and he looked at you with slight shock, “christ Y/N your freezing.” You scoffed and splashed water into his face, “no shit sherlock, it’s cold!” He laughed at your angry outburst, “hey maybe if you get angrier you might warm up.”

“Ha ha, you’re actually so funny Sam.” You sarcastically grumbled, hugging yourself while your teeth chattered some more. He still laughed, he did feel bad for you but he also knew you were low key enjoying it. “I know I am... c’mere.” he gestured for you to come over to him, you reluctantly moved but instantly relaxed in his warm embrace.

You blushed once you realised you were in Sam’s embrace with only your underwear on. Your hands rested on his bare chest and he simply looked down at you his eyes softened, he had hoped you couldn’t hear or feel how fast his heart was beating. The idea seemed a lot better in his head but executing it he couldn’t shake the nerves off, why would did he think that he wouldn’t be awkward with you practically naked and in his arms.

Maybe it was his chance to make a move, finally show you that he’s had feelings for you for a while. He contemplated and the thought seemed to increase his body heat. You looked up at him with a smile, your teeth no longer chattered together as you started to heat up again, “what? What are you looking at?”

“Your eyes are really pretty.” He whispered, he never truly took notice of them, after months of hanging out and usual shenanigans he never once noticed the colour of your eyes and how bright they were. “It’s taken you how long to notice that?” You smirked slightly, and even more upon seeing his flustered reaction. “N-no, well... I mean... your glasses -- I just never really looked at them before...” He stammered, making you laugh. It was like music to his hears as always.

“What’s funny? I-uh..ah -- screw it.” Sam as flustered as could be leaned down, not caring that his blush was the most obvious thing in the world and pressed his lips onto yours. You flinched slightly, shocked at the gesture but soon kissed his warm lips back and wrapped your arms around his neck. He was relieved when he felt you kiss back and pulled away, resting his forehead on yours and a grin on his lips. You smiled up at him, a blush clearing your cheeks.

“You think we could continue that somewhere else, preferably warmer.” You whispered at him, he chuckled, “I don’t mind, as long as I’m with you.” He said sweetly bringing a hand up to your cheek and caressing it.

#U4 #Teen Sam Drake is the literal death of me #uncharted #sam drake #teen sam drake #imagines #one shots #Request #gotta find me a man like Sam Drake tbh

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