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obssessivethorn · 3 years

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“Home” [Genshin Impact]

Synopsis: In the final moments before battle, the traveler's worry grows fast. Their own twin stands at the other end of the battlefield, refusing to put their resolve to rest and come home. Archons forbid their fight be to the death.

Trigger Warnings: Angst, Major character death(s), death in general

Word Count: 2,889 words

Date Posted: July 8, 2021

Note: This is based purely off of fan theories, my own predictions, and knowledge of the game as it is currently. It will include spoilers for the “We will be reunited” archon quest if you have not gotten that far into the story yet. As well as hints of lore from the Honkai Impact game. This is in no way in indication of the game’s ending and should be taken as merely a fan based prediction/theory of one of the many possibilities of this story’s ending. Please enjoy! (This turned out longer than intended-)

Let me know if you want to see more to this au type thing. I’d gladly write about Diluc and Kaeya reconciling and seeing each other as brothers again as well as other stuff with the characters!

"Home"

★★★

The traveler had gained the former power back, their hand retracting from their resonance with the holy statue. Their friends stood around them, watching with widened eyes which hold a burning amazement. The traveler’s power unlike any they have ever seen.

Wings stretch to their sides to bask in the moon’s godly light. An ethereal glow began to emanate around their being as if they too had taken the form of an archon. Each element’s swirl could be felt within their body, bringing forth a familiar feeling. Near completion.

With their power restored once more, their feet landed back to the ground. Sword in hand, they turned back to their friends. From adepti to everyday workers, the traveler has gathered their closest and very best known fighters and friends to help them.

The battle was approaching, yanking every breath of fresh air and common sense from the traveler. Their friends would be fighting faceless beings. People turned to monsters. Who couldn’t be saved.

But the traveler couldn’t hold the same courage they could. On the other side of the battlefield stood their sibling. Their twin. Flesh and blood who they have traveled worlds together with. And they would fight. Archon forbid, to the death.

A shaky breath left their lips, eyes closed shut after gazing harshly at the ground for too long. Feeling a hand placed on their shoulder pulled them back to reality before they could spiral further into fear’s welcoming grasp. Looking back at the owner of the limb, they could finally find a clear breath to fill their lungs.

Venti’s sorrowful smile pierced the traveler. A silent understanding blew through their hair, sending golden wisps in different directions. Archons forbid death.

Taking a step back, the wind god left a lingering warmth upon the traveler’s shoulder. He made his back to where the other archons stood, powerful grace dawning him as the traveler had never seen before. A true god ready to fight a war once again.

The traveler took a sigh, grasping any courage they could find before turning their gaze to their friends.

“Alright, so as you all probably know, The Abyss Order has finally risen.” Their voice shook, cracking every other word. They cleared their throat before continuing.

“We were unable to prevent them from creating what is essentially a mechanized god. However, this does not mean we are doomed!” The traveler looked upon the sea of faces. Fear, shock, and suppressed somber mixed together.

How could they let this happen? It was never supposed to come to this. Dragging their friends into a war. Starting a war to begin with! Children stood among the crowd. While they may be talented vision holders, they were still too young to face this. But they still insisted. Pleading with the traveler to let them help. And they let it happen.

Their breath began to shorten again, tears fighting their usual calm composure. They could feel themselves spiraling once more. How could they let this happen? Let it get this far? Let children-

A voice broke them from their thoughts yet again.

“Traveler!”

Looking over to the figures running around the outside of the crowd, they saw four familiar Knights Of Favonius growing closer. Amber waved her hands high to grab their attention as the small group approached.

“Mondstat has been evacuated, all of the citizens are being led to Liyue by the knights of Favonius.” Amber smiled, reassuring the Traveler of innocents’ safety.

“Great, and the people of Liyue?” The traveler asked, redirecting their attention to Jean.

“Safely protected by a shield covering the harbor.” The woman smiled. “But if worse comes to worse, you can’t forget that both cities’ people are still able to fight. While Mond has the Knights of Favonius, Liyue has the Qixing. Each nation has their own means of defense, so trust us, Traveler. Even Schneznaya has the Fatui.” Jean’s grin grew wider, excited pride slipping through her calm mask.

The traveler smiled back, chuckling at their own worry. “You’re right, they should all be able to hold their own and protect each other, with Visions or not.” They turned back to the crowd, Amber, Lisa, Jean, and Kaeya now by their side.

“Now, as we stand, the Abyss Order is marching our way. Their movements may be unpredictable to us, but we know this land better than they do. It definitely won’t be easy,” the traveler took a quick breath, heart weighing heavier in their chest. “But The Regions of Teyvat will triumph today.” The crowd’s cheers roar through the field.

“Nicely said, Honorary Knight,” Jean turned to the traveler, smiling proudly at them.

“Ya know, I didn’t think you had such a thing in you,” Kaeya mused, patting their shoulder.

“To be honest,” the short blonde chuckled,” I was totally speaking out of my ass there.” Their light grin faltered, falling into uncomfortable worry.

“I know it’s hard, but you’re not alone, traveler,” Jean placed a hand on their shoulder, sympathy painting her features.

“We’re all here for you,” Lisa gave them a quick, meaningful hug. “Besides, what would I do without my little helper~.” The traveler let out a light laugh, however, the easy moment couldn’t compete with the bubbling anxiety filling their lungs.

Air weighed heavily.

Gentle breezes turned to cold gusts.

“May the archons protect us.” Jean prayed, stepping away to rally her section of the Knights. Lisa and Amber followed suit, preparing their squadrons both mentally and physically.

Kaeya remained by the blonde’s side, gazing at the crowd with an unreadable expression.

“Are you going to be okay?” The traveler’s question broke him from his thoughts.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, a piece of his mask beginning to slip. “I understand.”

The traveler’s face morphed into confusion. Understand? Understand what? What could Kayea, a man of many eloquent words, mean by such a short, vague statement?”

The man chuckled again.

Another crack in his mask.

His eyes drifted to Diluc, then to Dainsleif. Crack.

A sigh escaped his lips, forcing his smile to fall sour.

Crack.

His gaze fell to the floor, watching his now fallen, damaged mask lay among the dancing grass as if it had separated from a slain hilichurl.

The man who stood before the lost twin was not the same flirty and mischievous Knight of Favonius they had met all those months ago.

This man was Kaeya. A Khaenri’ahn who’s life was ripped away by the archons themselves. A man sent to create a downfall of other nations in retaliation for the onslaught of his country’s people. Kaeya Alberich. Khaenri’aian survivor.

His gaze drew from his Mond identity laying idly by his feet, to the traveler. “I understand why you’re scared.” Tears brimmed in the man’s eyes, a glint of fear sparkling in his pupil.

All previous disdain for the people who had fallen seemed to hide, a glimpse of it remained hiding beneath his eyes. But it soon became evident to the traveler, whatever conversation he had with Dainsleif, was enough to inject guilt and sympathy within his veins. But still not enough to instill total remorse.

A silent understanding passed between the two. No words passed through the air between them.

Despite being humans turned monsters, despite Kaeya’s place of blame on his people, they were still victims of the Cataclysm.

The traveler placed a hand on their friend’s shoulder. They sent a quick smile, opening their mouth to speak, only to be interrupted.

“Hey, traveler!”

Turning their head to the sound of their name, they were met with a certain ‘tone-deaf’ bard.

Kaeya nodded with a slight smile, turning away and walking in the direction of his brother.

“Are you ready?” The archon’s voice was soft, contrasting from his usual high pitched giggles.

The traveler had expected a witty one liner to help bring up their mood or a quick joke poking at their seriousness. However, the bard merely looked drained, eye bags lining his face with a somber expression painted over his soft features.

“I don’t know.” The words brush past their lips before they could think. Were they ready? They had to face their twin of all people. How could they be ready? “I plan to bring them back.” They stated. “To bring them home.” The traveler stared out into the crowd, watching people prepare.

“But will you be able to?” Venti stared intently at the ground as if it were his enemy. The question was aimed mainly at himself rather than the traveler and seemed to slip past him before he could stop it. He quickly shook away the thought, noticing the growing worry on the lone twin’s face. “Of course you will!” His mask was back up, a playful ‘hehe’ drawing past his lips.

“Yeah, I will,” the traveler breathed, a lie beautifully woven within the truth.

•~•

The city of Mondstat lay dim in the distance, the army of Knights and vision holders drifting further from home with each step.

Across the clear fields of Windrise stood monsters. Creatures from the Abyss wielding dark and power hungry gazes.

Many stared in disgust, watching the distant crowd draw closer. Other however, glanced at the group in pity, quickly averting their gazes to refocus their minds. Few knew the true story of the fallen nation 500 years ago, letting their hearts weigh heavy with sympathetic solitude.

Leading the enemy was a familiar figure. The Abyssal Royalty stood proud yet steeled away, gazing at their opponent from across the grassy pathway. Few stems of small lamp grass paved the way between both sides, guiding each distant traveler to meet their other half once again.

Away from their allies, the lost twins hesitantly stepped nearer. A temporary truce of peace passed between them, its wick quickly beginning to burn.

“Lumine,” Aether broke the evening silence. His voice held strong, only to be mocked by the hurt hidden beneath his golden eyes.

“Aether.” Lumine mimicked her brother, the same strong yet weak presence plaguing her voice.

A silent plea from both siblings rang through the surrounding air.

“We can leave, go home! Together..”

“My battle and your journey are yet to be over.”

“After all this time, you still keep saying things that make no sense. Who are you battling other than me?”

The traveler’s twin paused, momentarily shocked from their sibling’s words.

“I’m fighting those who tore us apart.”

The Abyssal twin’s gaze hardened, shifting into an icy glare which shot through their sibling’s heart. Oddly, the sharpened look seemed to pass through the traveler, aimed at a distant being among the crowd of Knights.

“Those who..” the traveler’s words drew thin, disappearing within the air.

A crackling rang through the air, drawing the twins and their respective allies’ attention. Three familiar diamonds tore through the sky, ripping an entrance for a rather infamous figure to emerge.

“Your journeys must end here, outlanders.” Golden eyes pierced the twins, an authoritative air emanating from the unknown goddess. “You’ve altered the weight of destiny from your first arrival, now you must own up to your actions.” With a flick of her hand, the god isolated the three, barriers blocking the view of both armies racing toward their leaders. Their screams fell silent as the last cube sealed them in, the last view being the face of Barbatos, reaching out in elegant mimicry of the day he tried and failed to rescue her. Once again, he wasn’t fast enough.

Within concealment, the twins readied their swords, tri-wings stretching after years of rest.

“Fight as long as you wish, but you will always come back to the same point. Failure.”

Upon hearing her words the twins launched forward, entering yet another intense dance with the god.

•~•

For what felt like hours, the three battled as they had once before, only with the twin’s new found strength to differ. The outlander’s feet hit the ground, enough adrenaline pumping to let them ignore the battered bruises.

The fallen goddess now lay still, defeated by the twins with the joint help of the archons’ powers. A wind-bearing bard tends to a scared girl, broken from the evil which once plagued her.

The abyssal twin gazed at their sibling in awe. A twinge of pain entered their chest at the thought of what they must have gone through trying to find them. How could they have so badly abandoned their own twin? Millions of questions and blame raced through their mind, blurring their vision with tears.

A name reached their ears. Was it theirs? Wait. It was from their twin. Why were they shouting his name? They were safe now.

The traveling twin rushed forward, pushing their other half out of the way and taking the incoming blow. They fell to the ground clutching their chest in pain. The cold felt strangely welcoming. Only, their hands filled with warmth. Now wasn’t the time to nap, but sleep’s comforting embrace wanted to engulf them. Closing their eyes for a second wouldn’t hurt.

•~•

Tears began to pour, outweighing the pellets of falling rain. “Please, wake up.” They cried, pain filling their chest with each second passing by. “We can go home now, the war’s over.” They hiccuped, silently denying an unreal truth.

“Majesty!”

“Honorary Knight!”

Shouts from either side could be heard, only to fall on the deaf ears of the traveler’s sibling. Upon viewing the sight, the surroundings fell silent. Not even the thundering sky could dent the area’s torturous quiet.

Holding their twin close to them, the abyssal sibling let tears slip through their grasp. “We can leave now, just like you wanted!” A small squeeze around their hand gave them hope, gasping with widened eyes.

Below them, the traveler forced their eyes into a squint. Their hand squeezed lightly within their sibling’s. “Home is wherever we are together.”

A sob left the abyssal twin’s lips, forcing a cry to echo in the pouring rain. “You’re right, we’re home! We’re together. We’re-.” Their twin’s grip loosened.

“Hey…,” the crying blonde nudged their other half. “Hey, wake up… we’re home.” Their nudges grew to hasty shaking. “Come on, wake up.” Sob.

“Wake up!” Sob. “Come back!” Crack.

The final thread holding the lone twin’s hope snapped, releasing a titlewave of buried emotions. Unsaid words of appreciation. Unplanned surprise hugs. Introducing new friends which they both longed for. Battle training in different worlds. Fulfilling their prophecy for this world. Long forgotten “I love you”s. Gone. With a stupid flick of a wrist.

The now lost twin sat alone, hand traveling through matted blonde locks stained with blood. As to who the red liquid belonged to, they hadn’t a clue.

Silence once again weaved through the solemn tension which hung frigid with every breath. Tears continued to stream down the outlander’s face, falling onto the face of their loss.

“Your majesty…” An abyssal mage floated steadily toward their ruler. Its words were phrased more as a question of fear rather than a statement.

Wordlessly, the Abyss Ruler began to stand, hooking their arm underneath the crook of their twin’s knees and their back. Their eyes didn’t leave the body now laying limp in their grasp. A hollow warning passed through the air as they slowly trudged to the wind Statue of the Seven.

The statue of Windrise was a signature point of Mondstat, the giant tree creating an elegant background for the stone monument. Windwheel asters lined the edge as anemo crystalflies drifted through the general breeze.

The now lone traveler placed their sibling down on the ground in front of the statue, kneeling beside them. Another broken sob left their lips, silently pleading with whatever remaining archon Teyvat had left to bring their twin back, punish them for their actions, kill them too, anything.

“Anything please,” they whimpered, eyes squeezed shut to prepare for any punishment the gods may bring. “Just don’t let them suffer for my mistakes. It should have been me. If only I was faster.”

The wind’s light breeze grew heavily, picking up into gental gusts of air. The change wasn’t enough to gain the attention of the traveler, however. Only a new voice entering their mind broke their distraught focus.

“Open your eyes, child.”

Doing as the voice said, the blonde was met with a young bard whose physical body seemed as if it was disintegrating. Patches of pale skin detached from the main vessel, floating upward toward Celestia only to vanish within the rays of the rising sun.

“Your twin will never be forgotten, and neither will you.” The bard outstretched his hand, an ethereal light seemed to emanate from him. “Your story will be remembered.” An empathetic smile dawned his lips, attempting to distract from the pain which glimmered beneath his gaze. An understanding of pain.

“Lord Barbatos?” The still kneeling traveler gazed up in awe at the god. “The wind archon?”

Light chuckles passed his lips. “Yes, only… I am no longer the archon of wind, merely another god whose time is finally up.”

“Please, punish me. I’ve only caused pain to the people of Teyvat.”

“No.”

“No?” The blonde whimpered.

“No, just please, come home.” The bard bent down in front of them, pushing a strand of hair from their face as he had 500 years ago.

Oh, how the beautiful fall.

•~•

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yostresswritinggirl · 4 years

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I noticed a lack of my baby boi Bennett. Could you please write about him? (could be whatever you want, headcannon or oneshot, i need my baby boi)

This could have gone WAAAAAAY differently, really! But somehow this prompt resonated me when I'm thinking of angst AGAIN so here's what I came up with, I swear next time I'll be giving him a fluffy fic instead of nothing but angst *sweats while looking at Bennett masterlist*

Things We Lost

Dialogue prompt: "What am I without you?" "Yourself?" (event masterlist) (divider by 0Jae)

Adventure teams usually consisted of four people for many reasons; safety, flexibility, team compositions, efficiency. But the head of Benny's Adventure Team doesn't have the luxury of members in the first place, and it was pure, miraculous luck that he even had a second teammate now.

Soon enough Benny's Adventure Team became a known duo of you and him. The embodiment of unluckiness and the unlucky person it pulled in.

But somehow your dynamic worked very well than anyone would thought it would, if they even thought it would work at all. His Pyro Vision works so good not only in combat but also in support, and you work well around his fighting style despite the clumsiness of it. Soon enough you even worked around his character of unluckiness, noticing patterns and responding to them as if on reflex.

The whole of Mond sees you two as the budding duo of the guild, great team dynamic of exceptional team work.

For the first time he wasn't the kid that's neglected by the people, shooed away because of his supposed curse. He has you.

So when today came, the both of you aren't really sure what lead you here specifically. Maybe it was the Bennett's already brimming optimism paired with yours, or his curse taking effect, although you never really liked putting that as reason to anything that happens.

Dragonspine is harsh to any adventurer, a mount of great peril and defeat. Cyrus underestimated just how unforgiving the mountain is and it was honestly such a stupid thought to bring newcomers to this kind of wilderness. Not only does the sheer cold reduce the mightiest men into a shivering dog, but the mutated enemies are new creatures that brings tougher battles.

The last clause is more apparent on this trip than the rest.

Bennett shies his gaze away only to fall on the trail of red that starts beyond the entrance of the cavern. His Vision can only help this much and it wasn't enough, its glow and energy faint and draining. When he wills himself to look up again, his stomach twists more painfully than the last.

The gaping wound at your side inflicted by some cryo mutation of a Hilichurl continues to bleed through the thick bands of cloth, your whole frame quivering from the cold and pain as you try to grasp at the last of your consciousness. Bennett grasps hold of your unoccupied hand upon noticing the darkness of your nails. He should have listened to everyone's advice on bringing thicker clothing, maybe then he could have used it to keep you warm.

"Can you stand?" Your knees were trembling too much to let you walk straight, so he offered his back to carry you. You couldn't say no.

"How far are we..." You winced at the feeling of your moist bandages dampening the back of his shirt and ultimately, his own skin.

"Not too far," you already knew this was a lie, "J-Just hang on, we'll get you patched up soon."

The cold was harsher when you leave the comforts of the cave, the winds mocking your desperate attempts to flee. Beneath you sense the deepening and dragging snow even if you're being carried, the slow pace amplified by your own weight.

Soon enough he too crumbles under the harsh reality, his leg tensing before it buckles to send you two against the biting layer of snow. You two lay a gasping mess. "Bennett," you can't feel your fingers, "leave me here and save yourself."

Your partner chokes a strangled cry next to you that carries a heartbreak you've never felt before from his cherry disposition. Despite the numbness of it all, you felt him clutch at your shoulders. "Don't say that! Please, don't, not like this..." harsh tears painfully fall against your drooping eyelids yet your own couldn't produce it no matter how much you want it to.

"Benny," you sucked in a deep breath. It was getting harder to speak. "If you don't... we'll both die-"

"I can't just leave you here! What would I- What am I without you..." The wind eats his sobs gratefully with the ringing in yours ears. Yet you smiled, even as your legs felt nonexistent anymore.

And with how he clings to you, you know he's already accepting this fate.

"Yourself?" You quipped with a dry, tired, breathless laugh. The fatigue of your body comes crashing at you as if life is being sucked out of your system. "Go on without me... you have so much- so much to live for."

The frustration and anger cradles him in an internal heat in the middle of the snowstorm, as Bennett cries for the last warmth you held, cradling you in his arms until he was

once

again

alone.

@moaa @dandelion-dreams @witchsungie @lehra @zelos-simp @legionqueensav @snackgod @rxsalinee @cala-ran @wind-wheel @lilydewi22 @yellowflowre @traveler-lumine @nonniechan @creation-magician @hanniejji @gojos-baby @just-some-stars

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #Bennett x reader #gender neutral #oneshot #exile.goblet #exile.flower #angst AGAIN #compensation for abta again qwq #It's coming the day after tomorrow reee #I have something special planned tomorrow kandksbdlan

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nalledimessi · 3 years

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Chapter three: Blood.

Hello there friends, hope that all of you are great. Well, I don't know what to said, even sometimes I think I speak to much and sometimes I feel like the middle child, but anyway...

Don't forget to to like, leave a comment and reblog if you enjoy it! It means the work to me!

@imgoingtofreakoutnow Congrats on your exams Annie, you deserve a rest for the great job on them! I still can't thank you enough. You know I'm here for you, love.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, drinking blood, making love and flashbacks.

Tag's: @valsworldofcreativity @avala-moon @r13mar @drwho-ess

If you haven't read the previous chapters click below!

< Chapter two: Confrontations.

Elijah bows his head, the veins under his dark eyes showing on his face. He opens his mouth while his fangs become visible, all in one single action, and sinks them in the neck of his human blood bag. He can hear how the heart is starting to slow down more and more with each sip he takes, but he’s unable to calm his thirst.

“Elijah!” Rebekah’s voice stops him before he drains completely the girl in front of him.

He pulls apart from the neck, bringing his wrist to his own mouth, biting it and taking it to the human’s mouth to allow her to drink some of his blood. Then he looks her in the eyes. “Forget this ever happened and continue your way” he instructs her using compulsion.

“Thank you, Rebekah.” He cleans the last remnants of blood from his mouth with his handkerchief. “I may say I’m not myself lately”

“Not just lately Elijah, but since she’s gone” she declares.

“You’re correct.” He puts his handkerchief in his pocket, then stands straight next to her.

She crosses her arms. “As much as I hate to say this brother, I think you should stick to blood bags until we bring her back. At least if I don’t come with you” she suggests to him.

“I will consider it” he utters, heading outside the alley they are in.

Rebekah vamp-speeds in front of him. “I’m serious Elijah”

“And I said I would consider it, Rebekah” he roars at her, his eyes darker and veins beneath them.

“You won’t find her if you end up with a dagger in your chest on a coffin” she reminds him.

He takes a deep breath and rubs his eyes, trying to regain control. “You’re right, I’ll do it.” Taking another deep breath, he then turns to face her. “I just need some air. I will see you at home.” He takes her hand and squeezes it softly. “I won’t do anything that’ll prevent me from getting her back”

“Call me if you need anything” she says before leaving him alone.

He gets out of the alley letting his feet carry him away, maybe somehow to you. He walks from the bourbon street to the Café Du Monde; he walks inside and purchases a few beignets to then start his way to what used to be your shared home.

“Hey” you greet Elijah from your seat, reclined on the arm of the sofa, your legs under you while reading a book.

“I brought you beignets.” He raises a bag while walking towards you.

You lift your sight from the book to look at him with a sweet smile. “You definitely know how to spoil me, Mikaelson”

He leans in to kiss you and then sits next to you while looking at you eating a beignet. “I haven’t seen that grimoire before, is it mine?” he asks.

You shake your head, taking a bite of your piece of dough. “Mine” you answer with some of it filling your mouth. “I found an interesting spell” you explain once you finish your bite.

“And what makes this spell so interesting?” he questions, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s called ‘De vampiri conceptu’ ” you reveal to him, reaching with your hand his tie to unfasten it.

“The conception of vampires” he translates with a smile on his face, knowing where this is going.

You move so you can be on his lap. “We both know vampires can’t procreate,” you say, stating a fact, “but we both love to try” you finish, slightly moving your hips, teasing him.

He places his hands on your hips, his fingers slipping under your blouse and caressing your skin. “And this particular spell tells you what to do?”

“Actually, it does.” You lean closer to his ear. “And it says to make love while we share blood” you whisper, kissing his sensitive spot below his ear where his jaw starts.

He stands up quickly with you in his arms, hands on your thighs to keep you from falling. You immediately wrap your legs to his waist while he claims your mouth. “Let’s take this upstairs then” he growls, carrying you to your bed.

“Sammy!” you shout, crying for him locked in your bathroom. “Sam!”

“[Y/N?]” You hear Dean worried voice on the other side of the door. “Open the door, [Y/N]” he requests when he hears you sob.

You unlock the door and collapse in his arms. “There was… blood” you whisper, wrapped tight in his hug.

His thoughts immediately go to your baby. “Let’s go” he says, pulling you with him to the door, “let’s take you to the doctor, now”

He leads the way to the Impala, placing you on the seat and driving to your obstetrician —thank God he overheard from Sam where it’s located.

“What if I- I-” You don’t finish your sentence because you start crying again.

“Hey, hey...” Dean takes your hand in his as he parks in the clinic parking lot. “Look at me,” he asks you, focusing your attention on him, “the baby will be fine. Its part of you and you’re the most stubborn and badass person I know. He, or she, will be fine” he affirms once more while squeezing your hand. “We’re here just to confirm it, ok?” You nod. “Alright” he says before releasing your hand and running to your side to open the door.

The nurse rushes you in after your explanation while Dean waits for you seated on the chair of the waiting room; he lays his head to the wall closing his eyes, trying to gather his thoughts when his phone start ringing.

“Yeah?” he answers without looking at it.

“Where are you Dean? [Y/N] is with you?” Sam asks in a hurry.

“She’s with me, don’t worry Sam.” He stays silent for a few moments. “Don’t freak out,” he requests, “but we’re at the clinic”

“It’s- is [Y/N] alright? The baby? I’m on my way.” Dean could hear him moving on his end.

“I told you not to freak out!” he reminded him. “Don’t come, try to contact Cas in case we need him” he tells him.

“Alright, keep me posted.”

“I will” he assures before hanging up. After a few more minutes he starts to pace from side to side of the room until he sees you coming out of the door. He walks directly towards you. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes” you only answer and raise your arms to show him a photograph in white and black.

He takes it from your hands and examines it, trying to figure out what it is without luck. “What’s this?”

“That is my baby.” You point to a small curve on the ultrasound.

He looks it again and then turns to you with a smile. “It looks like a shrimp”

“Not for long” you smile back, watching the longing in his eyes.

“Let’s go, Sammy should be worried sick by now” he says before pulling you out of the clinic.

Dean places the key in the car, ready to start the engine, but doesn’t. He passes a hand over his face and exhales. “I know this isn’t my place to say, but you should tell him…” he stops to damp his lips, “Elijah has the right to know”

“Dean, I-”

He extends a hand to you. “Let me finish,” he turns to look at you. “I don’t know him but I know you. He must be a good man if you fell in love with him, apart from being an original vampire, but even I would like to know if I were to be a father.” He turns away from you to look out of the window. “I just need time. I need to get used to the idea that my baby sister is having a baby and who the father is...” —you knew he doesn’t like to speak about his feelings and he isn’t good when those same feelings involve you or Sammy— “but that… that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you or the baby. I’m here for both of you that is what family is for” he finishes, still avoiding eye contact with you.

You lean over him and deposit a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, Dean.” Seeing how his cheeks turn bright red, you chuckle.

“Now, let’s get you something to eat and those things that the doctor told you” he announces, switching back to his usual mood.

Chapter four: Symptoms >

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starstruck-shima · 3 years

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬. (𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢)

“Even gods can’t help but stop to catch a breath.”

Notes: fem reader.

There were many things I wondered about.

After so many years of living, so many eons of asking questions without answers, I simply stood in the middle of a dandelion field, surrounded by crystal flies--Like a fool.

As I gaze upon the starstruck sky, what would lie ahead of me now? I was but a directionless being, with nowhere to go. My kin were gone, separated by walls that spared no mercy, not even to the birds. Now, all that remains of such were merely ruins of old. Its as if I’ve completely lost my purpose--no longer a protector of Mondstadt, no longer worthy of the long lifespan I was blessed with--Just a being of pure element, lost and astray.

It was there when I first felt the wind glaze over me so softly, and it was the first time I met you. At that moment, I felt a moment of rebirth. You were so kind, glazing upon me with such hazy eyes, and I felt so out of place. You, the ever glowing saint, an archon of the new world, and me... a soldier with no master.

I couldn’t even muster up words, for I was ashamed. Ashamed of what you’d think of me. So I did the bare minimum, for a being with heavy debt to Mondstadt itself. I ask for my punishment. “I lower my head to you. Please, set me free.”

His response however, shattered my expectations. With little to no hesitance, his reply flew like the wind. “That is for you to bring upon yourself.”

W-what? My eyes felt like saucers, as my throat ran dry. What did he mean by that? Freedom, retribution, I deserved none of that. The sin I hold upon myself by serving Decarabian is too much for a simply apology. It’s a burden I must carry.

“(Y/n) (L/n),” I rise my head to the call of my name. “--Former soldier of Decarabian’s. But most importantly, a lover of Mondstadt.” His hands outstretched to mine, and for some reason, it was as if I was naturally drawn to him. I knew his name, I knew who this was. Barbatos. It seemed that it wouldn’t take long for me to realize that no matter what form he took, he was still the same inside.

Archon, elemental being, bard. No matter what, Barbatos was Barbatos, and he gave me the ability to see truly for the very first time. That my freedom was in my own hands.

“Then, with the freedom you’ve given me...

Let me vow to protect Mondstadt, for as long as I live.” It was going to be a very, very long time. I knew that. But I shall do this with the freedom I have granted myself. For the good of the four winds, of the nation I loved, and Barbatos, this is the vow I will stand in for as long as the wind howls.

...And that was how I ended up with this total drunkard of a god for the rest of my days.

Should I have begged even more for my execution? Probably. But would Barbatos still spare me? Most likely so.

“Dandelioooooonnn~~” his words were slurred, like he was riding a merry go round of booze. “Why won’t you let me touch you? Hey, come here~~”

“--That is unnecessary,” our friends watched as we bantered, me dodging Venti’s barrage of physical affection, and Venti... still trying no matter what. The traveler, who sat opposite of us, could only stay bewildered at the story, and the stark contrast of its two main heroes today.

“S-so, this is the fierce warrior who was granted the mercy of Lord Barbatos?!” Paimon’s mouth was agape. She stops for a breath, before carrying on. “You m-mean, (Y/n) once KNEELED to Venti?! Not only that, but the Barbatos in that tale feels so different than the Barbatos now!”

“It’s like watching an old married couple.” The traveler adds on to Paimon’s speech, still in disbelief. “So, that was how you met?”

Pushing away Venti’s hands, I try my best to keep a straight face. “Yes. The tales you hear the townsfolk tell to their children are partially true. however. the one Venti and I have told you tonight is how it really went down.” I chuckle at the thought. Who knew our first meeting had such an impact? “Though I’m glad it’s been teaching the kids a good life lesson or two.”

As my eyes trail back to Venti, I was hit with a softness, the same softness I felt after my adrenaline rushes were over, and when I knew everything was safe. I was pretty sure the traveler noticed my fondness too, but it’s alright. It’ll be our little secret. “Say, traveler. Let me let you in on a hymn of the bards of Mondstadt.”

“No matter how far the wind blows, everything stays,” I shift a bit at Venti’s weight, finally letting him rest on my shoulder. He reeked--though that was to be expected. “Right where you left it. Everything stays, but it still changes.”

I hope the traveler knew what I was talking about. In any case, the feel of Venti’s hand in mine, and the way he looked at me with such gentle eyes even whilst intoxicated proved such phrases to be true. We’ve gone through change, we’ve become different people. Once a warrior, once a rebel, now simple folk of Mondstadt, learning how to love like the people do. Once on different sides, fighting for the same freedom, and then--as the same wind blows, our relationship with each other slowly differed.

“So~” Paimon started to speak again, this time in a mischievous tone. “How did you two fall in love?”

Unexpectedly, I threw out a hoarse chuckle. Love. Such an unexpected experience that had befallen me. The truth was, I never expected it--at least not during my days of serving Decarabian. But as the times past, and when nations grew, I began to realize quite the consensus. The Mondstadt I protect now is still the same, yet things are different now. I didn’t need to devote myself to endless servitude, to slice monsters in half--because there was barely the need for it nowadays. Mondstadt’s people are capable of protecting themselves, and perhaps that was what Venti wanted me to believe.

“And then, perhaps that was when he grabbed the opportunity and freedom to woo me.”

“Ho ho, and it worked!” I roll my eyes at Venti’s sudden jab. Geez, what a childish god. “She used to be so serious. “I will protect Mondstadt!” “I will devote my life to it!” “No threat will ever pass you, Barbatos!” And then she’d run off to the wind, flipping her hair and acting all cool.”

“--But give her a flower and a song and she’s all red like an apple! Ahahahaha!” I wince at the embarrassment, quickly shutting his mouth. The traveler and paimon seem amused at the sudden revelation, and this was when I realized that it was probably best to do some damage control before my dear lover would be sleeping on the couch tonight.

Bidding the two and the bartender at Angel’s Share a farewell, I shoulder Venti, making sure to guide him deftly through the streets of Mondstadt. As we pave through the mostly empty surroundings, I start to feel warm--almost proud of the new Mond of today. How long as it been since the people were granted freedom? Since I had been able to stop and see the fruits of the labors its people who fought for it grow? It’s a nostalgic feeling, really.

“Heya, (Y/n).” It seemed that Venti noticed my silent musings. I hum a response, with no expectations whatsoever. If it was a question about how far we were from home, surely that--

“Marry me.”

I nearly ran into the pavement there and then. Marriage? To Barbatos? To Venti? To the man I knew as my lover? Wait, of course the person you’d get married to is most likely your lover. Then, why am I still so flustered? Why is it that with this man, everything felt so different and new? How is it that he could make such a mess of me, yet make me whole?

“Hey, why are you so quiet?” He pouts, adorably I might add. I still stumble to catch my breath. To be honest, I wouldn’t mind... “We’ve been together for so long, we’re pretty much just giving rings to each other. Come on~”

“Geh... When you put it that way... can’t you take this seriously?”

I felt a sudden drop--a different feeling place itself on him, and all of a sudden, he vocalizes many, many words. “I have! I’ve consulted the church, I’ve looked at all kinds of rings and other things you might prefer for proposals, and I’ve been thinking about it even in eons of slumber! I want us to be happy, (y/n), but most importantly, I want you to be happy, so regardless of your acceptance, it’s fine if we stay by each other’s sides, right?”

My breath hitched. Tears were threatening to prickle my eyes. Of course he’d be so thoughtful, yet so playful too... don’t tell me. “I don’t want you to propose to me while you’re drunk, Barbatos... but you’re actually sober, aren’t you?”

“Ehe.” He chuckles, before getting on one knee, a small crystal core presented on the palms of his hands. “So, is that a yes?”

I couldn’t contain my smile. No matter how red my face was. A chorus of giggles rang through the night sky, and as Venti hovered over to my head to place the crystal core on my hair, I accepted his proposal.

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leupagus · 3 years

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Honey, It's the Mileage pt 5: obviously this was going to happen at some point

Taking a break by writing this scene in Continuing Adventures of Nightwinkgal prompted by the wonderful robinade, who wanted some sort of rugby-related shenanigans.

Meeting the love of your life and the person you will cherish in your heart forever is one of those things that you want to remember so you can tell your grandchildren, or maybe your brother’s grandchildren, or at any rate somebody’s grandchildren. I really wish I had a bit worse memory of it, though. Speaking personally.

I was sitting in one of the really uncomfortable hospital chairs at UCH, playing the new remastered Angry Birds on my phone and waiting either for Tommy to wake up or for someone from Charing Cross or the Folly to descend on me like an avenging angel and smite me into the ground or turn me into a toad or sack me or something. At this point I’d sussed out that Tommy had some sort of connection to the Folly and that the Folly was the Weird Bollocks Division of the Met (and that said bollocks were really fucking weird) but looking back I really didn’t know the fucking half of it.

The door opened and a woman slipped in, taking in the whole room with the kind of once-over summation that I’ve been trying to learn for the past year and a half. She was small and curvy, her hair cut short with a fade on the right side. She had on a pair of worn jeans and a sweater that looked really, really soft, like you could curl yourself up in it and do something cosy like knitting or reading or petting a cat. I recognised her as one of the women who sometimes picked Tommy up after our patrols, though usually she was in terrifyingly well-pressed suits. Her jeans did have an ironing crease in them, to be fair.

'Constable Brown, right?' she said, extending her hand. I scrambled to my feet and managed not to trip over the chair as I took it. 'DS Abigail Kamara. What happened?'

'Rugby,' I blurted, because I was busy falling in love. DS Kamara’s hand was small and soft, but you could still sense strength there. She had the kind of dark, serious eyes that you can get lost in; but even though she was maybe thirty, tops, she had faint laugh lines already. I wanted to know every joke she’d ever been told, everything that had ever made her smile. 'Hi,' I added.

Which did make her smile, for some reason. 'Hi,' she said, and let go of my hand. 'He was playing rugby?'

It’s important to be honest to superior officers and also to loved ones, but you shouldn’t overdo it. 'Yeah. Yes, ma’am, I mean.'

She looked skeptical. 'Playing it well? Actually I don’t need to ask that, since,' and she gestured at the bed. Tommy was still asleep from the anaesthesia, his left arm propped up on a little pillow and encased in plaster.

'Well,' I said, ’No.'

He hadn’t been bad, really. But when he’d offered to cover for Michael, whose wife called him pretty calmly ten minutes before the match to tell him that the delivery date had been moved up about a month or so and he needed to get to hospital right the fuck now, we’d agreed mostly because there wasn’t anybody else. So Michael had donated most of his kit, which was a hilarious combination of too big and too short for the living string-bean that is Thomas Nightingale, and tooled off in the direction of UCH. He and Deb were probably still here, I realised; I should go say hello.

'There was a scrum and he got sort of on the wrong end of it,' I explained, as Kamara went over to the bedside and pulled something out of her purse — grapes, of course, and a couple of bottles of water with the UCH logo on them.

'And what side would that be?' she asked, arranging everything just so on the bedside table.

'The bottom,' I said.

She laughed, and I wondered where the nearest jewellery store was or if I could propose without a ring. 'That explains a lot,' she said.

'Do you have any of his family’s contact information?' I remembered to ask. 'He gave me ident-auth for his phone in case there was an emergency, but it got fu—messed up somehow while we were playing.' Which had been weird, since everyone’s phones were scattered on the sidelines with our various piles of shit, but at the time I didn’t think it was weird-bollocks-weird. I have gotten a lot better about that sort of thing, for the record. Even Grant has said so, although I think he considers that a pretty low bar where I’m concerned.

'I’m sure it did,' Kamara sighed, which I did notice. 'Don’t worry, his people have all been notified. Including DCI Grant, but—' she added off my panicked casing for the exits, 'He's decided not to fly back from Chicago in order to laugh directly in Nightingale’s face. A few other people might turn up, though, so brace yourself for that.'

'Or I could just leave,' I suggested, which is when Tommy began to stir. We did the whole rushing-to-the-bedside thing that you don’t think you’ll do if you’re the one waiting for someone to wake up in hospital, but trust me: you’ll do it.

Tommy blinked a few times and tried saying something, but it was just a raspy sort of wheeze. Kamara opened one of the water bottles and put it to his mouth. He made a half-hearted attempt to take the bottle, but with one hand in a cast and the other hooked up to various machines he didn’t get far, so he just took a couple of sip.

'Better?' said Kamara, settling on the edge of Tommy’s bed when he was done.

'Abigail,' Tommy said, or croaked rather, 'You are munificent.'

Her eyebrows shot right up into her hairline, but all she said was, 'Thanks, sir.' Which I also noticed, but at the time I thought must be a joke. Which I found out later it was, just not in the way I’d been thinking. 'Dr. Walid will be here in a minute to start poking you, just so you’re warned.'

'Abdul!' said Tommy, with all the enthusiasm of the truly stoned. 'A soldier against the forces of ignorance, a true scholar of the demi-monde, a healer of wounds both physical and psyloligsm. Psycholigel.' He frowned as his ears, which were presumably more sober, caught up to his mouth. 'Hmm.' And he lifted his hand — the one with the wires, not the one in the cast — fingers closed like he was making the chef’s-kiss motion. There was a weird feeling, like you feel when you’re just about to push down on the gas pedal at a red light.

'Oh, god,' said Kamara, with the kind of resigned concern that pretty much everyone has when they’re exposed to Tommy for any length of time, and grabbed at his hand. 'There will be absolutely none of that,' she said in a very bossy tone of voice which I was depressed to discover I found really sexy. 'You’re going to rest and not try something stupid.'

'Have you met Tommy?' I asked, momentarily forgetting that this was my future bride and the beloved of my heart, because honestly, 'Try Something Stupid' was practically his motto. See: volunteering to play rugby with people twice his size.

Kamara blinked. 'Did you just call him Tommy?' she asked, at which point Tommy made an irritated noise and fell asleep again.

#it's the mileage #ficcage of interest #rivers of london #fuck me I can do magic #I just want Nightingale's life to be difficult always

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kimnjss · 4 years

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Are smutty Drabble requests ok? Bc I would like to hear more about Yoongis kink 👀 so maybe a Drabble about the night/day/time he actually got her pregnant?

⤑ impreg dialogue credit goes to @taetaewonderland, go check out her work, she’s soo talented!

“do you know what day it is?” yoongi grins, sliding up to where you lay with your back against the headboard. quickly racking your brain, you try to think up a set of plans or events that you had overlooked... something that he might've mentioned earlier in the week and had slipped out due to your busy lives.

nothing. “thrusday?” you try. dark eyes rolling as he reaches his hand down to rummage through his pockets, pulling his phone from it. “you're ovulating,” his grin only widens as he shows you the pink app he had downloaded onto his phone. cycle carefully tracked and at the tip of his fingers after you were growing tired of him constantly asking you to check.

it all clicks at once, his grinning suggestion at the breakfast table for hyunki to spend the day with jimin instead of hanging out at home. plans for the two of them to go shopping and eat together and whatever else that would have hyunki out of the house for the entire day.

he's looping his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, eyes flickering down to watch the bit of skin his fingers reveal. “wanna make a baby?” one grip about how unromantic that was, is pulling a laugh from his lips. nevertheless, you're shimmying out of your shorts as his soft lips place wet kisses against your lips.

not even bothering to fully undress, you're still wearing his shirt and his jeans are only pushed down enough so he's able to pull his cock out. hard, as if he has been thinking about this all day. pressed against his hipbone, the tip flushed pink taunting you. eyes zeroed in on your glistening folds, fingers reaching out to run against your slit.

yoongi fucks his fingers into slowly, thumb stroking your clit slowly. soft moans fall from your lips, body moving in sync with his fingers. he's got one hand on you, focused on loosening you up for his cock while his free hand pumps over his cock. squeezing out a dribble of precum as your moans grow louder.

“fuck,” he breathes as he slips his cock past your folds, grin growing at the sound of the soft whine that falls from your lips at the feeling of being so full of him. he draws back, an experimental thrust that has his eyes rolling. “you feel so good wrapped around me,” voice a little bit above a whine.

large hands wrap around your calves, pulling them up toward his chest, your ankles hanging over his shoulders. and he scoots so his cock is nudging deeper inside of you. “read somewhere... chances of you getting pregnant... double in this position,” he speaks between groans that punctuate his thrusts.

your core is fluttering at the thought, how badly he wanted to make a baby with you. he had done so much reading, from the foods you should eat to how your sleep cycle could affect your chances. every day was filled with a new tidbit that he found, groceries constantly being bought with something new for you to try.

something about that was more than attractive, definitely had the power in turning you on.

soon enough, he's falling into a steady pace. hips snapping against yours as he holds your legs against his chest. your body shifting higher up on the bed with each one of his thrusts, until your head is tapping against the headboard. the pleasure is mixing with the slight pain, a pang of arousal has your walls clenching around him.

“fuck, you want it so bad, huh? can feel your pussy trying to milk me. gonna fill you up with all my babies, don't worry.” he gasps at the end of his words, the grip on your legs tightening as the movement of his hips start to stutter.

had held back from fucking you when your period had started this month, wanting to fill you with as much cum as possible to heighten the chances of you getting pregnant. because of the lack of regular sex, like honestly, it went from every night to... days of nothing, he was more sensitive than usual.

already close to filling you up. a frantic hand moves down between your legs, rubbing fast circles into your clit. the pressure making your hips lift off of the bed, eyes fluttering as your lunged toward your release. yoongi knows your body so well so it doesn't take long before you're falling apart underneath him, wanton moans filling the room as your hips move to ride out the orgasm.

he's not far behind you, thrusts much deeper nose the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix. “fuck, baby!” he gasps, pinning his hips against yours as thick spurts of cum spills from the tip of his cock coating your walls. “look at you, taking my cum so deep baby. gonna fuck all my babies into you.” he groans, the flow feels never-ending as his hips shift into a slow roll.

“can't wait to see you all swollen and big with my baby. you want to have all my babies, right?” he doesn't need the reassurance but loves to hear it. so it's no surprise the twitch of his cock when you're agreeing, pace in his thrusts growing harder as the last bits of his cum fills you.

so full that his thick seed is dribbling down out the sides of your entrance, sliding down the ridges of his shaft. yoongi is moving fast, cock slipping from inside of you. he uses the head of it to push his cum back in, eyes focused on the cream threatening to leak from your core.

“love you, baby,” he mumbles through a smile, lips finding yours in a gentle kiss. you're kissing him back quickly, fingers tangling in his hair as your mouth moves over his slowly. “tip your head over the edge,” his words are muffled due to the press of your lips, but his arms are moving you so it doesn't matter.

head tipped over the edge and legs lifted into the air. “just gotta let gravity do its thing.” you're bursting out a laugh and he's grinning down at you, arms wrapped around your knees, holding your legs to his chest. “i love you. can't wait to have all your babies,” he's beaming at that, cheeks darkening in the adorable way it does when he's flustered.

he doesn't say anything, just continues holding your legs up against him, looking at you like you're the love of his life. and that's good because he's the love of yours.

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#asks; be my baby 🦋#yoongi #yoongi sm au #min yoongi #yoongi smut #yoongi fic #asks; kez 🍯

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angelicyoongie · 4 years

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desolate (7)

— summary: you just wanted a cute little normal cat to keep you company. so, you're not really sure how you ended up with the grumpiest hybrid on earth that seems hellbent on making your life difficult.

— pairing: cat hybrid yoongi x human reader

— genre: angst, fluff, eventual smut

— word count: 4.7k

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It’s the fifth day in a row you’re waking up to your hand tightly clasped between Yoongi’s. You realized your initial mistake pretty quickly, having given your own rule such a massive loophole. Apparently when you had pointed at Yoongi’s human form and told him he wasn’t allowed in bed when you were there, that didn’t apply to his cat form too. So, you had resigned pretty quickly to the fact that cat Yoongi snuggled up on your bed every night.

You didn’t really mind it too much; you could practically trick yourself into thinking he actually was one. What was harder to ignore however, was the very human man you woke up to every morning. You assume his transformation drops after a certain amount of time if he isn’t awake enough to continue it, and that’s why you find yourself face to face with Yoongi’s pale skin and long lashes every morning.

You’re pretty sure he does wake up during the night to get dressed though, considering the fact that he’s never naked when you wake up – which you’re very thankful for. He could technically transform back when he wakes up, but you also get why he doesn’t. He had been forced to keep up his transformation for such a long time at the shelter, and you don’t want to make him feel any worse. You know he needs a break from it.

The first morning had nearly given you a heart attack, but you found it hard to banish him to the couch when he looked so comfy next to you. And he was technically still on top of the covers, so you’ve let it slide, for now.

You know it before you even open your eyes – the feeling of slender fingers slightly intertwined with yours, the puffs of air hitting the small inches of skin that aren’t covered. Yoongi seems to somehow always manage to bring your intertwined hands close to his face, and you can feel each exhale as he breathes out.

He looks peaceful when he sleeps; cheek pressed into the pillow below him, and pink lips slightly parted. There’s no tension in his face, no frown to pull on his features, and you find that with each morning you wake up to seeing his face like this, the more you wish you could keep it that way.

You sigh softly, slowly trying to worm your hand out of Yoongi’s grasp. His face pinches right away at the moment, annoyed that the warmth in his grasp is moving. He drags your hand even closer, the back of it ending being pressed up against his lips. You feel heat creep into your cheeks as Yoongi lets out an incoherent mumble, his soft lips moving against your skin as he speaks.

He’s inhaling more harshly now that your hand is closer, his fluffy ears twitching slightly with each breath. It would be a lie if you said you hadn’t thought about touching them, the silky fur seeming tantalizingly soft. You haven’t, of course, and there’s no way you’re going to ask Yoongi if you can. You know certain parts are more sensitive for hybrids than they are for humans, and you would never want to put Yoongi into an uncomfortable situation.

You’re so caught up in watching his ears that you hardly even register the wetness on your wrist. Your eyes flicker down to Yoongi’s mouth just as his tongue peeks out from between his lips, giving your wrist another kitten lick.

You suck in a breath, unsure and overwhelmed in the early morning. It becomes obvious to you now that Yoongi is scenting you despite being asleep, and him holding your hand so close every morning makes a little more sense too. He seems to have subconsciously grown attached to your scent, and his instincts probably make him try to get as close to you as possible while still respecting your boundaries.

You bite your lip, wiggling your fingers to test how easy it would be to slip away without waking him up. You don’t know if it’s a good idea to let him know what he’s doing or not. You don’t want to embarrass him now that he’s finally starting to open up, but you don’t know if it’s right to let him go on unknowingly either.

Yoongi suddenly lets up on his grasp around your hand to shift his position, and you use the opportunity to quickly slip out of his hold. He gets an adorable pout on his lips as he loses your touch, but it doesn’t seem to wake him up.

You’re too awake to try to go back to sleep, so you decide that you might as well get up. Sundays are always a little bittersweet. You have the day off, but you also know that you’ll be back at work in less than twenty-four hours.

You shuffle out into the hallway, deciding you might as well do laundry first. Despite your apartment being older, you still consider it a steal since it has its own washing machine in the bathroom. Sure, it makes it pretty cramped, but it beats having to go to a laundromat to get clean clothes.

You rummage through your hamper, pulling out all the dark colours to do the first load. You pause as you pull up your hoodie, a dust bunny still clinging to the fabric. When you first found it under the couch you had just shrugged it off as your cat being weird, but now that he can actually talk? You need an answer to sate your curiosity as to why he would even bring it under there in the first place.

It’s the smell of food that brings Yoongi out into the kitchen, eyes puffy with sleep and black hair sticking up in every direction.

“How do you feel about a haircut?” You ask as you place a plate of eggs, bacon and toast in front of him. He glances up at you suspiciously from his seat at the small table.

“I noticed your hair keeps getting into your eyes, and it can’t be comfortable,” You shrug as you place down your own food, taking your seat on the opposite side.

“How would I get one? I can’t go to a hairdresser,” Yoongi grumbles as he takes a bite of the toast.

“I was thinking that I could do it,” You offer. Yoongi chokes on a mouthful of eggs, sending you a glare as he tries to wash it down with water.

“You?” He scoffs, pale fingers reaching up to tug at his locks.

“Yeah. Why not? If it turns out bad then no one else will see it anyway,” You reason. You have been cutting your own hair for years, and you feel fairly confident you can do a decent job. It’s just hair after all, it shouldn’t be any different whether you did your own, or Yoongi’s.

Yoongi narrows his eyes, gaze sweeping over your hair as if he’s assessing your work. You can’t really figure out what he’s thinking about, his expression so carefully blank that you struggle to read him.

“I guess,” He huffs, blowing a piece of hair out of his eyes before he takes another bite of food.

You dig into your own, pleased that Yoongi trusts you enough to let you try. You don’t think you need to do much, just trim enough that it won’t irritate his eyes. Lost in your thoughts, your gaze briefly slips up from your plate to Yoongi, fork freezing mid-air as you catch the intense glare he’s sending your way.

“Don’t make me regret it.”

“Sit still,” You mumble, tugging the towel tight around Yoongi’s neck. Yoongi watches the scissors with distrust as you study his hair, trying to figure out the best way to go about cutting it. At least your kitchen has good enough lightning so that you can see everything you’re doing.

“Let’s start with your bangs?” You reach out to gently take the first lock between your fingertips. You bite the inside of your cheek in concentration as you start cutting it, nerves at an all time high as Yoongi’s eyes doesn’t leave your face. You slowly work your way around his head; trying your best to just trim the length, and not really change up his hairstyle too much.

The back of his head proves to be more difficult. You huff, running your fingers through the dark strands to figure out the best way to trim it. The texture is wavier in the back, and you’re scared of cutting too much and leaving it looking weird. Yoongi’s head starts tipping back into your hand the more you move your fingers through his locks, a content sigh falling from his lips as your nails accidently scratch against his scalp.

You stifle a laugh as he practically melts in your hands, slowly removing them before he gets so relaxed that he falls asleep. Yoongi lets out an annoyed growl as you tilt his head back to the position you need it to be to cut it. He keeps still as you cut through the rest of his hair, ears twitching every time the scissors slice through another lock of hair.

Once your deem yourself happy with the result, you move back around the chair to see if there’s any spots you missed. You know you haven’t cut the hair that’s directly surrounding his ears, but you’re honestly a little terrified of doing something wrong and hurting him.

“Are you done?” Yoongi looks up at you through narrowed eyes, tail flicking lazily behind him.

“Almost. I think I might have to touch your ears to cut the hair around them. Is .. is that okay?” You hesitate to ask, fingers curling around the scissors nervously.

Yoongi’s mouth draws into a line at your request, his tail stilling behind him.

“Just be quick,” He mutters. You fight off the blush that threatens to colour your cheeks as Yoongi spreads his legs, allowing you to step up between them. You know it’s only to give you easier access, but being so close feels weird. You’re not sure why it makes your stomach flutter.

You gently grasp one of his ears, moving it carefully to the side as you start trimming the hair around it. His ears are even softer than you imagined, the fur gliding under your fingers as Yoongi’s ear moves around. It proves to be more difficult than what you first thought, seeing as the cat ears can’t help but swivel every time the scissors makes a sound.

You instinctively tighten your hold when Yoongi’s ear suddenly moves dangerously close to being cut, the metal just narrowingly missing the muscle. Yoongi’s hands shoot out to grab your legs, fingertips digging into the flesh of your thigh as he lets out a startled hiss.

You freeze, eyes flying down to Yoongi’s face. The cat hybrid is already staring up at you through hooded lids; pupils so blown out that you can hardly see any colour.

“They’re sensitive,” Yoongi growls, the low sound sending a shiver down your spine.

“Oh, I–“ The fingers wrapped around your thighs give you a warning squeeze, making you lose your train of thought.

You’re struck dumb by how handsome Yoongi looks, how flawless his skin seems up close, how warm and big his hands are splayed across your thighs. He tilts his head back slightly, pink lips parting just an inch.

He has a mole on his cheek, you realize. You don’t know why you’ve never noticed it before, but you suddenly find yourself desperate to commit every inch of Yoongi’s face to your memory, not wanting to leave a single detail out.

Yoongi’s tongue peeks out to wet his lips, the action catching your attention. The cat hybrid is watching you watching him, the corner of his lips twitching up into a smirk as he realizes where your focus is.

“Just hurry up and be careful.”

You have to mentally shake yourself out of your stupor as your brain registers Yoongi’s words. The grip on your thigh pulls you even closer, not stopping until your legs knock against his.

You swallow hard, dry throat dry and itchy as you turn your focus back to Yoongi’s hair. You immediately regret tilting his head forward to get better access, when you feel his breath hit your shirt. You practically hold your breath as you work through his hair, the hands on your legs feeling like they might be more dangerous than the scissor near his ears.

“I’m done,” You step back as quickly as you can after the final snip, Yoongi’s hands lingering on you thighs for a beat too long before he drops them down into his lap.

“You should probably go look and see if it’s okay,” You gesture in direction of the bathroom, busying yourself with sweeping up the hair on the floor with a dustpan to avoid having to meet his gaze. Your heart is hammering so loudly in your chest that there’s not a chance that Yoongi doesn’t hear it.

Yoongi stands up without a word, feet barely even making a sound as he walks out of the room. Once you’re sure he’s out of sight, you smack yourself on the forehead, annoyed by how hot and bothered just standing in front of Yoongi has made you. You don’t understand why you’re suddenly so affected. Yoongi is handsome – but it isn’t like you realized that today. So why is your heart suddenly pounding a mile an hour just from looking at his face?

“It looks fine,” Yoongi’s low voice scares the living daylights out of you. The dustpan clatters to the floor as you whip your head up to look at him. He’s leaning against the doorframe, his dark hair a little wilder than what you left it.

“Shit, you scared me,” You grimace, embarrassed that you were so caught up in thinking about him, that you didn’t even hear the cat hybrid come back into the room.

Yoongi only hums in response, crossing the floor to sweep up the locks that scattered across the ground. A low peep comes from the bathroom as you watch him stand and throw away the hair, alerting you that the second load of clothes is done.

“Hey Yoongi?” You rest your hip against the counter, turning you body slightly to face him as he places the dustbin and the broom back in its place. “Why did my hoodie end up under the couch?” Yoongi freezes, the muscles under his black t-shirt tensing as he faces the wall. “What hoodie?” His voice is nonchalant, barely even interested. But his ears are starting to flatten back against his head, and his tail looks stiff.

“The black one, the one I pulled out in front of you?”

“Oh right, that one,” Yoongi turns then, the light tone in his voice not matching the tightness in his face. He picks at his sweatpants, gaze roaming over the kitchen instead of looking at you.

“It smelled like you. It was comforting. Everything else was so new and you were gone most of the time, so ..” He explains with a shrug. His eyebrows are furrowed, an uneasy expression on his face.

“I’m sorry,” You murmur, stomach dropping at his words.

Yoongi shakes his head, a tight-lipped smile on his face as he finally meets your eyes. He seems uncomfortable to admit it, and the air around you feels awkward. You’re desperate to get rid of it. You catch sight of a bag of kernels on the counter, an idea springing to mind.

“How about we watch a movie?”

The movie helps. The tension in Yoongi’s body slowly slips away as you watch the film play out in front of you, and it’s practically gone when you both laugh at a funny line halfway through it. All the lights in the apartment are off, partly so that you can be more immersed in scenes playing out on your TV, and partly to save some on electricity. Your bills are due to come in soon, and you don’t doubt that everything will be pricier than it was last month. Especially with Yoongi loving to crank the heat up while you’re at work.

You watch the cat hybrid out of the corner of your eye, the blue hue from the screen making his pale skin glow in the darkness. The haircut makes him look more mature, his jawline seeming sharper than before. You’re suddenly struck by the fact that you don’t know just how old he is. You hardly know anything aside from his first name and food preferences.

Somehow, life just carried on as if he was still just your cat. And you never did anything about it.

“Yoongi? How old are you?” His eyes are rapidly following the action scene that’s playing out in front of you, but you see his ear swivel in your direction when you speak.

“Twenty-seven.” He’s older than you, like you thought, but not by much. You’re actually a little surprised he even gave you an answer, considering how reluctant he was to even share the fact that he was human with you, but maybe there’s certain things he’s willing to talk about. His age can’t be very incriminating after all.

A loud sound from the movie snaps your attention back to the screen, and you grab a handful of popcorn from the bowl in between you. You try to time it to when Yoongi isn’t reaching for it, but for some reason you always end up brushing your hand against his as you remove it from the bowl. You tell yourself it has to be a weird coincidence – Yoongi isn’t even looking at you! But the ear closest to you stays turned in your direction despite the noise from the TV. You can almost fool yourself into thinking he’s listening to you move so that he knows when to reach out to make contact with you.

Yoongi suddenly moves the popcorn bowl from the couch to the coffee table in front of you. Holding back an annoyed whine, you’re about to reach for it when a head of black hair plops down into your lap, stopping you in your tracks.

“I’m tired,” Yoongi grumbles, cheek mushed against your thigh. You don’t even have time to become flustered before Yoongi blindly reaches for your hand, pushing your fingers into his hair.

“Pets,” You comply easily, secretly maybe a little ecstatic that you’re allowed to fully run your fingers through his soft hair. It doesn’t take long of you gently scratching along Yoongi’s scalp before you hear a low rumble coming from his chest, the sound ebbing and flowing as he breathes.

He’s purring. You bite down on your lip to stop the coo that desperately wants to escape. Yoongi would probably whoop your ass if he heard it. Despite how cute it is, the sound also makes you a little worried. The purrs sound broken, a little hitching noise that keeps interrupting what should have been a seamless flow. It makes your heart ache, but you don’t ask about it. Instead you only pay more attention to Yoongi’s hair, the movie totally forgotten. You steer clear of his ears, opting to lightly massage the base of his neck.

Something soft brushes against the hand that’s not busy, and looking down, you find that Yoongi’s tail is just ever so slightly curled around your wrist. Yoongi’s breathing is calm and slow, the cat hybrid having fallen asleep in your lap. Your lips tug up in a soft grin, the fluttering feeling in your stomach returning. He might be a bit of a pain in the ass, but it isn’t hard to figure out that Yoongi makes you happy.

“Ah, I swear to god!” Jihyo hisses as she taps furiously against her keyboard. The situation has only been growing worse – new files having been breached every time you get into work. You wince, quickly scanning through your own to see if any files have been accessed recently.

The office is a mess. It’s difficult taking on new cases when it’s such a high risk that it might get hacked into, but the company can’t just stop taking on cases either. It needs funding and clients to function, and the help it offers is invaluable to a lot of hybrid cases.

“Fuck,” Jihyo suddenly whimpers, hiding her face in her hands. You can tell it’s been affecting her too, the dark circles under her eyes still visible under the layer of makeup.

“Breached?” You ask, dreading the answer.

Jihyo nods, taking a deep breath as she spins her chair around. Everyone that has had their files breached needs to report to the boss, and for some reason, the hacker seems to love accessing hers.

“Good luck,” You whisper, Jihyo sending you a pained glance. You watch her until she rounds the corner, a bad feeling festering in your stomach. It obviously isn’t her fault that the system can’t keep outsiders, well, out – but you don’t think it bodes well that Jihyo has been hit so hard. She does take on a lot of higher profile cases, but not enough to be targeted like this.

You can’t find any breaches in yours, but it doesn’t do much to settle the anxiety you feel from just being in such a tense work place. You still have one active case you have to work on, something about an adoption dispute, and you need some files from the archive downstairs to really prove your point. You reach out for a sticky note, but you hand just grasps air. Again. Turning to look, you find that the pad of pink cat-formed sticky notes Jihyo gave you a few weeks ago is gone, no trace of it left behind. It isn’t unusual for other people in the office to take one here and there, but for the whole thing to be gone over the weekend? That doesn’t make sense.

You frown, settling back in your chair as you stare at your desk. This is the second time in only a short while that something has gone missing. You like all of your co-workers, but the fact that they don’t even have the decency to ask before taking something is irking you.

You huff, ripping a piece of paper instead to write down the file numbers. Even just going down one floor to the archives is a breath of fresh air, the atmosphere less tense than upstairs.

You give the IT workers a quick nod as you pass them by, recognizing a few of them after having worked here for so long. You’re not the most tech savvy, and so you’ve had more run-ins with the IT department than you would like to admit.

You make quick work of finding the files, moving through the boxes of files with practiced ease. It’s not that you’re eager to get back upstairs by any means, but you know Jihyo will probably need some emotional support as soon as she’s done in your boss’ office.

Collecting the papers you came for, you leave the archive room, closing the door behind you. Halfway through the room, your step falters slightly as you see a flash of pink out of the corner of your eye as you pass by a desk. You could have sworn it looked like ..

You shake off the thought, annoyed that the paranoia has started seeping into everything else. Of course other people can have pink sticky notes, it’s not like it’s exclusive to you.

You look up to see someone rushing straight at you. You swiftly move out of the way as the other person hurries through the door, not even sparing you a glance. A weird tremor runs down your spine as you notice that it’s the same lanky man you saw lurking outside your boss’ office.

You huff, pushing the reaction to the back of your mind. As you take the stairs up to your floor, you briefly wonder if you should have waited to see what desk he belongs to.

“Stop being ridiculous,” You scoff, rolling your eyes at your overly strung nerves. There’s no reason to suspect him of anything, it’s not like you actually caught him doing anything wrong.

However, even as the morning grows into the afternoon, you can’t seem to shake the feeling that something is just a little off.

“I’m home,” You call out as you lock the door behind you. You’re dead tired. Overthinking all day has left you with a nasty headache, and Jihyo being so upset about her breached cases has just made you feel even worse.

You let your feet carry you over to the couch, not even bothering to stop by your room and change before you collapse against the cushions. Yoongi watches you with curious eyes as you let your head drop back against the wall.

“Rough day at work?” Yoongi’s smooth voice is a welcome sound compared to the loud noises in the open office. You nod – wincing as the motion makes your head throb even more.

You feel the other side of the couch dip as Yoongi stands up, but you’re too tired to look where he’s going. It doesn’t take long before the soft footsteps return, something cold being thrust into your hand.

“Here,” Yoongi closes your hand around a glass of water, placing a painkiller into your other. You offer him a weak smile as thanks before taking the pill, the cool water making you feel a little better.

“Is something wrong?” Yoongi looks you over as he settles back down on the couch, brows pinched with concern.

“Some case files have been breached. It’s a whole mess,” You grimace, turning on your side to face him properly.

“Case files?” Yoongi looks at you with confusion. Ah, you never told him what you do.

“I work with mistreated hybrids. My company provides support and guidance with lawsuits,” Yoongi visibly stiffens, eyes cautiously darting around the room as if he’s expecting someone to pop out. You watch him as he shifts uneasily on the couch, hand gripping the side rest tightly. You don’t understand why he’s suddenly so worried, but you have a feeling it might have to do with why he was hiding out at the shelter in the first place.

“I see,” He finally murmurs; tail flicking back and forth behind his back. You decide that’s a conversation for another day, your brain is currently too incapable of handing any new information or emotions.

Once you realize Yoongi isn’t going to say anything else, you let your eyes glide shut. The darkness eases some of the throbbing in your head, the painkillers not having had enough time to kick in yet. It doesn’t take long before you feel yourself nodding off, your body craving a well-deserved nap.

You don’t pay the hands on your shoulders much mind, nor do you really care that the room seems to be tilting until you hit something solid, yet soft. The pillow underneath your head shifts, and you mutter something under your breath in irritation as you reach up to hold it still.

The fabric you bunch up in your hand is soft, the feeling oddly familiar despite never having it close to your face before. You burrow your face deeper into it, inhaling the comforting scent. It smells like your detergent and your .. cat?

Your eyes snap open, at least long enough to see that what your resting your head on definitely isn’t a pillow, but rather Yoongi’s lap. You’re facing the TV, mirroring how Yoongi laid only the night before.

The room is too bright, forcing your bleary eyes closed again. Maybe the right thing would be to get up from Yoongi’s lap and go to bed, but you’re tired and surprisingly comfortable, and having to stand up and move sounds terrible. So you don’t.

Cautious fingertips run down the length of your hair, stroking your head gently. It feels nice – safe – something you haven’t felt in a while. You focus on the low purr that has started up in Yoongi’s chest, the sound relaxing your body even further. Your headache is all but forgotten, Yoongi’s tentative touches and low, soothing murmurs lulling you off into a peaceful sleep.

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Chapter 8: Housewarming

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Summary- Finally moved in together, Namjoon and Y/N relish their time together despite their schedules and stupid misunderstandings

word count- 8.8k

pairing- idol!namjoon x ceo!reader

rating- R

genre- series, fluff, smut, slight angst

warnings- extreme domestic fluff, mention of parental death, alcohol consumption, kink shaming (kinda? idk man), dom!joon, sub!reader, smut (unprotected sex, fingering, rough sex, marking, somewhat daddy kink, orgasm denial), safeword use (yellow), Namjoon being whipped but also being a dumbass, Y/N just trying to chill, Namjoon’s obsessed with her ass ig

a.n- apologies for this chapter taking literally forever! but i give you fluff for your patience. so much fluff omg. can i move in with joon already? but also we cant have this much fluff without a sprinkle of angst.

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“Are you sure about this? It’s only been six months honey.” Your mother looked at you through the screen and you felt your heart tighten. She had that worried look on her face, the one that tells you that she will respect your decision but isn’t too happy about it. She looked different too, the wrinkles around her eyes more pronounced as she frowned and you wish you could convince her of your decision.

“Seven, actually. I love him, mom. I thought you liked him?” She had been nothing but supportive of your relationship, trusting you to make the right decisions. It had been the two of you for so long when you were younger that it always felt weird that you were on your own now. When your father had passed away when you were starting high school, she had done everything in her power to ensure you never felt like you were down a parent. As a senior partner at a management consultancy, she had long hours and business trips but she always picked you up from school and often took you with her on her business trips. Her trips are the reason that by the time you finished high school, you had been to pretty much every major city in North America. Not to mention that watching her working is the reason you were so good at what you did now.

You remember when the first year after your father’s death you had to go to a father-daughter school dance and she donned one of his old suits to take you. You danced with her that night, surrounded by your peers and their fathers, but smiling at her as you nuzzled into her neck, her scent mingling with your dad’s on the clothes. You felt safe and you decided you never wanted to disappoint her. Maybe that’s where your drive to succeed came from - from ensuring that your mom, who worked long hours but still had a homemade dinner on the table when you came back from school, was proud of you.

“I do like him, honey. Namjoon is probably the best boyfriend you’ve had. I’m just worried you both are moving too fast.” She sighed as she sipped her tea. “He’s a rockstar, I just want you to be happy but what if things changed?”

“A rockstar?” You giggled. Sometimes you forgot that your mom was kind of old school, not beyond judging a book by its cover. “He’d probably die of embarrassment to hear you say that.”

“Y/N I’m just saying. Be careful with your heart.” Her voice was stern as she looked at you through the screen, her eyes narrowed with her warning.

“I know mom. I’m sorry. I trust him, you know. I don’t think I knew what love was till I met him. Having him around makes me feel safe, less lonely.”

“He’s still responsible for my daughter being in a cast.” After the incident, your mother had grown a bit wary of your relationship. She knew he was famous but she never realised just how many sacrifices the two of you had made to be together. You knew she was aware that Namjoon would never hurt you but you still felt bad that she was worrying over what was an anomaly. Speaking to Namjoon, you knew that something of the sort had never happened to him and his members, even to his other idol friends. The thought of it being such a rare occurrence had given you assurance and you hoped it would translate to your worried mother an ocean away.

“Mom! It’s not his fault. We’ve been over this!”

“I know, I know. I’m your mom. I’m just worried.” She sighed as she resigned from the conversation. You knew your mom had your best interests at heart but she didn’t know Namjoon like you did. She had met him twice over the screen and then had spent countless hours googling him and sending you clips of him breaking things with texts calling him out (“he better not be this clumsy with your heart”). You love her but you never know how to convince her that she had nothing to worry about. “Anyways, how’s my favourite son Harry?”

And so the conversation moved on from her qualms about your soon-to-be live-in boyfriend to your business as you told her about the plans you had for your company and talked about your friends. As you went to bed after hanging up, you looked at the empty side. It was the first time in weeks you were sleeping without your boyfriend but you were giddy as you thought about the morning when he would finally move in and you would never see that empty side again.

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“Baby why are all your shelves empty? Why have I never noticed this before?” Namjoon stood frowning in the kitchen with a box of his dishes and cutlery, something you made fun of him about since he notoriously lives on take out, as he placed his plates in the shelves above your kitchen counters.

“Really Joon? Do you know who you’re dating?” You giggled as you hopped off the counter you were sitting at and stood next to him. Reaching up to extend your uninjured hand as far as it could, you looked at him as you just about reached the bottom shelf. You were not that short but whoever designed this apartment thought the shelves looked extra elegant if they were extra high.

“Aw! You’re so cute!” He cooed as he patted your head condescendingly, causing you to scowl and narrow your eyes at him. Before you could retort, he put his arms around your waist lifting you so you were eye level with the shelves. “See? Now you can reach! Teamwork!”

You laughed as he put you down, turning around to wrap your arm around him. “Can’t believe we live together now,” you whispered into his chest as you felt him kiss the top of your head. Placing your chin against him you looked up, speaking in a hushed tone. “Promise me you won’t start hating me and my little quirks.”

“I could never hate you, as long as you promise not to get annoyed by me practicing in our living room.” Namjoon looked at you with a wide smile, as he cupped your face, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. You hugged him as you looked across the kitchen island towards your large living room. The large shelf in the corner that once only housed only your books and vinyls was now filled with pieces of your boyfriend. The top shelves had his books with his own organization system (apparently organizing books based on colours was too chaotic for him) as his little collectible figurines stood at random places. Not to mention the tiny baby shoes he had added on one of the shelves (“They’re just cute! I’m totally not picturing a cute fat baby with your doe eyes!”).

You both had added another shelf near the balcony that now housed his extensive plant collection, in fact you had never seen this apartment more green, little plants scattered in the corners. In addition to your framed posters, there were now paintings from his collection, eclectic pieces that lit the blank white walls in color. You both had even moved the couch to the corner and added a mirror on the nearby wall that not only made the room look larger but would help Namjoon if he ever needed to practice his dances.

You sighed contentedly as what was once your home now became the both of yours, your hobbies and tastes intermingling in a perfect union. The den was now a studio, soundproofed and full of midi boards and amps - it seemed like a piece of Namjoon had a place in your home. The two of you had gone back and forth over where to live, whether to move into his house or buy a new place completely, but in the end you had decided your apartment would be best since it was close to both of your work places and because it housed the most memories you shared.

“Oh! Or we can buy a new place?” You looked up at Namjoon’s profile from where you laid next to him, you head in the crook of his arm, his fingers tracing circles on your skin, right above where your cast ended. You were both in bed, a few days after he asked you to move in together, eager to figure out where you would embark on your latest relationship milestone.

“What about here? I like it here. This is our spot.”

“Really you wanna move in here?”

“Yeah this is where we had our first official date. This is where we found out that Ken Burns documentaries make you fall asleep-” He grunted as you smacked his chest at his comment, laughing before continuing. “This is where I first found out how much I love your food. Heck, that living room was where I knew I was in love with you!”

“Oh? You haven’t told me that before.” The two of you turn on your sides to look at each other as you grinned at him in anticipation.

“Yeah it was like a few weeks after we became official. I came over and you were at the gym and when you came back we ordered like a massive pizza and you were so giddy while eating it, I don’t know if you noticed but I’m sure I had literal heart eyes.”

“You know you really like me and pizza together,” you joked as you played with the necklace he had given you, his hand coming to fiddle with the chain as well.

“What can I say? I like you covered in sauce.” He laughed as he held your chin and brought you in for a kiss, humming gently when you separate.

“Be honest though, you totally fell in love with me when I agreed to recreate that porn you like, didn’t you?”

“Ah fuck! You’re right, that’s like the number one reason we should move in here. This is where we found out calling me daddy makes you gag.”

“Yes I’m sure it was just calling you that and not your stupidly big dick.” You both broke into fits of laughter holding on to each other, falling back into the comforting silence, before Namjoon broke it looking at you with a smirk.

“So how about we break out that riding crop again? Hmm? Get you in some of that sexy lingerie?” He moved his arm lower from where it sat on your waist to your hips, his fingers playing with the waistband of your pajamas.

“But baby you said you loved my batman underwear,” you whined jokingly, giggling with your arm around his neck as you looked at him coyly.

“Honestly? I love you in anything.” He said earnestly as he captured your lips in a searing kiss, moving his body to lay on top of yours carefully avoiding your injured arm. “Or nothing…”

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The first week of living together was odd. The two of you had spent the month after deciding to move in together planning so much, even buying new furniture, but now that you were living together it was weird. It wasn’t a bad weird, in fact it was a very, very good weird. You and Namjoon had never lived with a partner before and much like when you first got together, it felt easy. Maybe it was practice from when Namjoon was over all the time, but it just felt so effortless being with each other.

You would be lying if you said your mother’s words hadn’t opened up an insecurity within you. You were messy, sure it was an organized mess, but you were messy. You tend to forget where you put things, and when you’re stressed even the smallest of inconveniences make you snap. However, somehow Namjoon just slotted himself into your life so seamlessly, you were finding it hard to believe how lucky you were.

On Monday, you came home and as usual threw whatever jacket you were wearing on the floor, he followed, silently picking it up and hanging it. Namjoon was organized and that made you remember where you left your keys on Tuesday, because now they were always in the cute little crab shaped plate near the foyer. On Wednesday you were infuriated with work and when you went to pee when you reached home, the toilet seat was up causing you to nearly topple in. But unlike usual when you would’ve torn whoever did that to pieces, you broke into a laugh, dialing Namjoon at practice and telling him you missed him. On Thursday, you had your doctor’s appointment to finally get the cast off, and when you returned home to excitedly show off your new arm, Namjoon frowned at the large scar before kissing it repeatedly and spending the night worshipping you. On Friday, the two of you saw the smog warning and donned some masks going to Yeouido Hangang Park, melding in with the mask-wearing strangers enjoying convenience store kimbap and beers as you read your book aloud to him, lounging on the sloping greens. That was also when he learned you didn’t know how to ride a bike, making it his responsibility to teach you.

“I still can’t believe you don’t know how to ride a bike!” Namjoon laughed as he held onto the handlebars. You struggled to keep the balance, your feet resting lightly on the pedals of the rented bike as he slowly pushed you.

“I skateboarded instead! You tell me that once you land an ollie!” you huffed, now pushing on the pedals, albeit gently. Namjoon found your hesitation adorable. He loved discovering these different sides of you. The fact that his always confident girlfriend seemed scared of something as simple as a bike when she was apparently doing tricks on a skateboard, made his heart swell. It was like you kept all your embarrassing secrets for him, you told him things that no one knew about you, and he couldn’t wait to discover more.

For Namjoon, moving in had been as easy as breathing, even though it had barely been a week. On Monday, he took a homemade lunch to work for the first time in a year. When he opened the box, the smell of your stew lingered in his studio and every time he returned from a meeting that day, the scent made him smile. On Tuesday, you came by his building to pick him up, waving excitedly as he wrapped up a livestream and tried not to giggle like a fool in love, which he very much was. Wednesday, he was having a tough time getting the new dance routine down, but then you called him out of the blue and it made his heart flutter, reenergizing him to finally nail the steps. When your cast came off on Thursday, he was again filled with guilt about his part in your attack, but your assurances helped him ease his mind. However, not as much as you screaming his name when he made you cum for the third time on his tongue. Namjoon had never felt so connected to someone before. Usually he would be scared to share so much of his life with another person, but with you he couldn’t wait. He felt extremely lucky just to be in your presence, soaking in the determined look on your face as he taught you how to ride a bike.

“Okay shit. Nevermind that’s really hot. Let’s go skateboarding next time,” he smiled at you mischievously, knowing that he was going to let go of the bike any second.

“I haven’t done that in ten - Oh my god! Don’t let go! Why are you letting go?” You looked behind you to see Namjoon put a thumb in the air in encouragement.

“You’re a big girl, you can do it. I believe in you!”

“I hate you! I’m gonna fall! How do I stop?!” You could feel the wind blowing through your hair as you steadily picked up speed, and you were terrified. How did you let your tree of a boyfriend talk you into this? There was a reason you had legs, why did you need these stupid wheels?!

“Just push the brakes and put your leg out.”

“Joon! Namjoon! I’m gonna fall!” You watched your life flash before your eyes as you cursed, falling on to the grass, your bike between your legs. Namjoon jogged up the few meters to stand above you, almost doubling over in laughter, causing you to cross your arms where you laid pouting at him. “Stop laughing at me!”

“Sorry! I just - you were going so slow! You literally fell in slow motion!” He continued laughing, even having the audacity to wipe a tear off his eye as you glared at him, before moving the bike and helping you up. “Come on up. There we go!” He beamed at you making it much harder to be mad at him when his eyes squinted in that adorable way they do when he’s extra pleased.

“If I break my arm again it’s your fault.” You leaned into him as he put an arm around you, the other walking the bike back to its station.

“Sorry, sorry! Okay I think that was enough practice. Let’s go home.” He pulled you closer, the bike now firmly locked and no longer charging him through the app. With your arms around his waist, you kind of felt bad giving up on learning so easily. He had seemed so excited when he suggested biking around the river.

“Sorry I can’t bike with you. I wanna share your hobbies!” You pouted, making Namjoon swoon.

“Baby we literally share like seven million hobbies. It’s okay if you don’t like biking. I hate all the Shark Tank episodes you make me sit through.” He laughed as you looked up at him, even with the mask covering half his face you could tell how his dimples would be poking through his cheeks at your comment.

“You said you liked them!”

“It was a month into dating you. I lied.” You rolled your eyes at his nonchalance as he smiled smugly. You knew he hated that show, he would always be getting up to go to the bathroom or get snacks during the pivotal moments. Well at least he was committed enough to not be on his phone when you watched together. Now that you think about it, he must really love you to sit through the marathon you had of it last month.

“So what else do you hate?”

“Arthur C Clarke. I don’t get why you love 2001 so much. It’s so pseudo philosophical and the sequels suck.”

“But the monolith Joon! The spark of curiosity and ambition! And like the combined consciousness! Come on!”

“Eh. Pretentious. Douglas Adams did it better.” He shrugged.

“I can’t believe you! Those are like two different concepts!” You laughed as he dissed one of your favourite books, enjoying his warmth against you as the two of you waited for the car to pick you up in the parking lot.

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Saturday would mark the first weekend of you both living together, and so it was time to celebrate. The two of you had taken the day off in preparation for the first party you would host together, in the apartment you lived together. Just the thought made you giddy. You walked around the grocery store, stocking up on snacks and alcohol as Hayoon, Namjoon’s favourite security personnel, helped you carry the basket that kept getting heavier. You still found it weird walking around with the 195cm, extremely buff older man, but with the attack still fresh in your head, it was comforting having the looming presence. You had noticed that people didn’t even look twice at you, when in the past your foreigner status would have had at least a few staring at you.

Thanking Hayoon for carrying your supplies and bidding him a goodbye, you walked into your living room to find your boyfriend dancing to music playing from his earphones. Somehow in the midst of cleaning and moving furniture to make room for the twenty something people you both had invited, he had started working. You couldn’t blame him when you yourself had taken the time in the car to answer a few emails. It gave you the perfect opportunity to share your present with him.

“I’ve got a surprise for you!” You walked over to block his view of himself in the mirror as he rolled his body to some unknown tune. It was quite funny watching his concentrated scowl turn into confusion, barely hearing you.

“Hmm?”

“Stop dancing! I’ve got a surprise!”

“Can’t stop babe I have to get this down before Monday.” Namjoon looked over your head into the mirror as he continued practicing his choreography, making you roll his eyes.

“Hmm maybe Kook would wanna go instead,” you said nonchalantly as you turned around and started to slowly back away, before Namjoon’s arm came around your waist, stopping you.

“Ah baby don’t do that. See, airpod out, I’m listening!” You grinned as Namjoon pulled his earphone out, stopping the music but continuing to dance.

“You know you look like one of the sims just dancing there without music,” you joked, giggling.

“Babbbbbe! Where are we going?” he whined.

“So you know how your favourite rapper is Nas?”

“Yes I’m aware.”

“I got backstage passes!”

“What? For me?” Namjoon stilled, a dopey grin on his face as you walked closer to him to show him the tickets on your phone. It wasn’t a huge present but when one of your clients had asked if you wanted to attend, you couldn’t refuse the tickets. It helped that your client owned the stadium the performance was at and had accommodated your special requests for privacy.

“And you get to watch from this barricade so you don’t have to worry about paparazzi or fans and you can just enjoy the show!” Namjoon’s heart swelled as he heard your words. You never failed to surprise him with how much you went out of your way to make him comfortable. Lately, you’d been making him want to declare your relationship to the world. It was a dumb fantasy and the two of you had talked (argued) about going public, but between the two of you it seemed that you were more against it.

“You’re coming with me right?” He put his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him.

“I don’t know, I know I just said you’ll have privacy but what if someone sees us together? Maybe you can take Yoongi.” You look up at him with a frown, your hands on his chest, as you assessed the different ways the concert could affect your privacy. He hated how you had to overthink such a simple outing, mirroring your frown as he reached to relax the crease between your brows before placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Shut up. I’m only taking you. The whole world can watch!” He grinned making you roll your eyes.

“You scare me with how easily you just said that.” You swatted at his chest. It really did scare you with how easily he’d been saying that lately. He wasn’t really an impulsive person, he usually thought everything through to the utmost detail and so his recent exclamations were worrying you. It’s not that you wouldn’t like to post one of the thousands of couple photos on your social media, it’s just you were worried about how toxic some netizens could be.

“Would it be so bad if everyone knew?” He pulled you closer, arms circling your waist as he pressed his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes with a little smile, wanting to play out his fantasy.

“Joon I’m not risking your career so we can go on a few dates.” You sighed, picking at his shirt at his chest where your hands laid.

“My fans will be happy to see me happy, baby.”

“Ugh let’s not argue about this right now. Do you like your surprise?” You put your arms around his neck as you peck his lips.

“Only if I get to enjoy it with you.”

“Yes yes I guess I’ll go see one of my favourite rappers with you.”

“I love you,” he whispered, bringing his lips to yours to kiss you gently. You returned it equally gently, getting lost in the warmth as he molded his lips to yours, tilting his head to get a better angle and squeezing your ass as he brought you even closer in his embrace. Before things could get heated, you pulled away, smiling as he followed your lips, eyes still closed. You pecked his lips a few times before moving away completely.

“Hey don’t let me distract you. Practice!”

“You’re such a tease. Meanie.” He pouted as you walked away with a wave in his direction, smirking at his petulance.

“Love you too Joonie!”

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Namjoon was drunk. He promised himself at the beginning of the party that he would stay sober to ensure his first party with you went seamlessly, but then the Ilsan boys showed up. The Ilsan boys were his high school friends, dubbed so by you. To say you liked them would be a stretch, since he always got too drunk when they were around, but he couldn’t help it. They made him forget all about being an idol and let loose. They were some of the few people beside you and his family that had that effect. Sitting on the couch that was pulled up to the window, he felt the alcohol race through his veins, and he was in his feelings. Beside him, Harry talked to Sehun, one third of the Ilsan boys as they talked about some tv show. He was happy, so happy he was smiling to himself as he rocked his feet on the ground, a beer in hand. He was happy and as he watched you across the room, he was also a little annoyed.

You were talking to Kang, another one of the Ilsan boys, as Jungkook stood with his arms on top of your head for support and Hoseok laughed at some joke you made. Before the party the two of you had decided not to be the couple that only hung out with each other, and since this party was literally just your closest friends, it was not that hard to do. But right now all Namjoon wanted to do was be petty and shove Jungkook off of you, wrap his arms around you instead and tell you how horny your skinny jeans were making him. Alright, correction. Namjoon was drunk, happy, and horny.

He bit his lip as he followed your curves with his eyes, watching the way your chest rose as you laughed, and the way your throat moved with each sip of your whiskey. Okay, that’s it. Screw the decision, he was walking over. Plus, he had stayed away for the past three hours, even had to watch you belt out his favourite My Chemical Romance song as you wiggled your butt, that had to count for something. He made his way to your little group, swaying a little as he shoved Jungkook a little too aggressively off you, making him protest over his spilled beer, before putting an arm possessively over your shoulder. He grinned as you leaned in, continuing your conversation.

“As I was saying there is no way Y/N is a sub. No fucking way!” Kang bellowed from where he stood. Namjoon’s brows furrowed at his comment. Why was he talking about his girlfriend this way? He felt an irrational surge of anger through him. He knew Kang was crass, his talks often devolving to his sex capades a few shots in, but did he really not respect Namjoon enough to be talking this shit in his own home about his girlfriend during their housewarming party?

Namjoon’s grip tightened around you protectively as Kang kept talking about your sex life. You only hummed, seemingly bored as you drank. Turns out you were playing a game, instigated by Kang of course, where you had to guess the other person’s kink, and if someone guesses correctly, you drink if not then the guesser drinks. Apparently you were in the spotlight for the moment.

Namjoon tilted his head, eyes narrowed at his childhood friend and raised an eyebrow. Kang, luckily for him, got the hint, shutting up with an apologetic glance at Namjoon. However, everyone else in the little group seemed to have missed this little interaction.

“I don’t know… I’ve seen hyung’s porn collection. He definitely has a daddy kink.” Jungkook scratched his chin as he slurred out the words, like he was trying to decipher a difficult math problem.

“Dude Y/N would rather puke than call Namjoonie daddy.” Hoseok laughed, wiggling his eyebrows at you with a knowing smirk. You laughed, a little too hard in your tipsy state, and Namjoon felt his blood run cold. You had definitely said those words to him, even pretended to jokingly gag when he brought it up the first, and only, time. He stood straighter at Hoseok’s comment. Had you told him about this? Why would you tell Hoseok of all people? You weren’t even close!

His jaw ticked as the group laughed, oblivious to the sudden hurt he felt. He felt exposed, naked and vulnerable, all because of you. He didn’t know if his feelings were elevated with the alcohol in his body, but he suddenly felt like he was losing all trust in you. You didn’t even seem phased, not noticing that his arm was no longer around you as you giggled at their antics.

“Okay. Time to reveal the winner!” You started, your arms wide and voice low as Jungkook used Hoseok’s chest as a makeshift drum, tapping at it lightly in a drumroll.

“Nope.” Namjoon couldn’t help but cut you off. There was no way you were sharing intimate details of your sex life with these idiots. He didn’t know how things worked in Canada, but here in his house he sure as hell was not hearing his friends talk about your kinks. He grabbed your wrist, taking the glass from your hand and placing it on the table before dragging you into the guest bathroom by the kitchen.

“Aww Joonie! Now I have to do three shots!” You pouted at him, oblivious to the storm brewing in his head.

“No.”

It was all he said before he crashed his lips to yours, taking your surprised yelp as an opportunity to roughly press his tongue to yours. He didn’t know what overcame him, he initially wanted to talk to you but something about the utter lack of remorse on your face snapped something in him. Oh those guys didn’t think you were a sub? He was going to prove them all wrong and make you beg for him while no one outside had a clue. It was his biggest turn on after all, to see you confidently striding through every room demanding respect and attention, only to turn into an obedient little girl for him.

He had been horny all night, rocking a semi every time he looked at you, and your little moans as you wrapped your arms around him now only made him harder. He kissed you with more force, removing your hands from around him and pinning them to the door behind you as his lips ventured down your neck to where your blouse started.

He let go of your hands, pleased to see them remain immobile against the door, and reached for your jeans, the same jeans that had been taunting him all evening. Kissing down your body, he pulled the jeans off your legs, turning you around roughly once you stepped out of them. With your ass in front of his face, he couldn’t help himself, biting at the flesh, smirking at your surprised yelp.

He stood up behind you, bending you over the sink. Pulling your shirt up and gripping your jaw, he placed the hem in your mouth. He kissed your neck, keeping his eyes on yours through the mirror as his hands pulled the cups of your bra down to grope you firmly. You didn’t know what had gotten into him suddenly, but you were not complaining, your shirt getting wet as did your panties. Wordlessly, he continued, his hands roaming your body to reach your heat where he didn’t hesitate to slide your panties to the side and thrust two fingers in, making you moan loudly at the sudden stretch.

At your moan, his lustful eyes met yours as he increased his speed, the sound of your squelching pussy filling the air. Namjoon couldn’t help himself anymore, he needed to be inside you, teach you a lesson for being so oblivious to him. Unbuttoning his jeans, he released his dick, already dripping with precum at how turned on he was at the prospect of one of your friends knowing what was happening behind doors. Without a second thought, he lined himself up at your entrance to plunge himself right to the hilt.

You moaned at the sudden aggressive move, your skin tingling with excitement to see your boyfriend this needy for you. Namjoon didn’t usually get this aggressive right off the bat, and his rare sexual desire made you heat up, mewling at the stretch. You braced yourself against the counter as you watched Namjoon’s face contorted in pleasure, his jaw tight as he rammed himself into you again and again, leaving your breathless and with your legs shaking.

“Fuck… I can’t believe we’re fucking in the bathroom… at our own party!” you moaned at a particularly hard thrust.

“That’s what you get for being such a fucking tease all night.” Namjoon leaned closer to speak in your ear, his chest molded to your back as one of his hands pulled your nipple while the other turned your head towards him, leaving sloppy wet kisses on your neck. You need more, needed to kiss him, needed his fingers on your clit, anything.

“Joonie…” you mewled, looking at him pleadingly.

“Ah don’t try to get all soft on me now baby.” He smacked your ass, aiming right where his bite mark was visible, making you preen. “Did you think you were funny telling Hobi how you gagged on my cock when I called myself daddy, hmm?” His hips moved hard, pushing you further into the sink, your walls clenching around him and you were sure your hips were going to bruise from where they slammed against the counter. Your skin was pebbling with goosebumps and you felt like you could feel every vein on his cock as he continued to move in you. With his hand on your jaw, he moved your face towards the mirror, enjoying the way your mouth was held open and eyes wide with want.

“Answer me baby. Did you like embarrassing me in front of our friends?” Namjoon knew he really shouldn’t bring his issues into the bedroom, especially when you allowed and trusted him with how you gave up control, but the concoction of hurt, anger and beer in his veins overrode his rationality.

You felt a wave of guilt wash over you at his words, finally realizing what had gotten him so riled up. Making eye contact in the mirror, you couldn’t tell if this was all part of a scene he’d come up with or if he was serious. Before you could say anything, he spanked you again, his thrusts slowing, but somehow getting harder. Although you were concerned, you couldn’t deny how you could feel your orgasm rising, your walls tightening around him.

“Do you like seeing me get hurt in front of my friends?” He gritted out, his gaze darkened.

“H-hurt?” you stuttered, alarmed.

“Yeah baby, hurt. You think I like you sharing our secrets?” He was back at your neck, nipping the flesh and soothing it with his tongue. “You think I liked you and Hobi laughing at me, pretty girl?” he sneered, but you could see past it. Behind the lust in his eyes, he was actually hurt, his eyes glistening, and although you were enjoying this sudden, surprise sex, your needs could wait.

“Joon… fuck… yellow. Yellow.” You grunted, despite your body begging you to let him continue so you could cum. Suddenly Namjoon froze, pulling out. His eyes softened immediately with concern as he ran his hands up and down your arms to comfort you.

“Shitshitshit sorry! Was that too much? Too rough? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” He spoke fast, trying to gauge your expression in the mirror.

“Are you okay? Are you actually mad about Hobi?” You turned around, cupping his face as you looked up at him. He sighed, biting his lip a couple of times and contemplating if he should talk about it now.

“Yeah. I’m sorry I just - it kinda fucked me up.” He averted your gaze, opting to look at the wall next to the two of you, and you felt your heart ache at his words. “Like I was pretty vulnerable when I shared that kink with you and I get it - it’s cliched and basic and you weren’t into it but I feel like you guys were laughing at me. I don’t like getting laughed at by my girlfriend behind my back with one of my best friends.” He looked at you towards the end of his statement, the fiery look back in his eyes. You knew he was mad, but truly he had no reason to be. In fact, thinking more about it made you sad that he would think that you would purposely kink shame him or laugh at him for any reason.

“I’m so sorry Joonie. It’s not even like that. I’m so sorry baby. Do you wanna talk about -” But before you could finish your sentence, he spun you around again.

“No.” He spoke firmly, lining himself once again, fully back into his dominant persona. “Much. Rather. Fuck. My. Frustrations. Out. Colour?” He punctuated each word with a snap of his hips, making you mewl, your earlier lost orgasm revving back up slowly.

“Green. Fuck Joon!” He bent you over further at your words, holding tightly to your hips as he fucked you.

“Tell me when you’re close, baby. You don’t get to cum tonight.” He spoke, his voice strained from his harsh movements. Oh, he must be really mad. Namjoon took pride in making you cum, often overstimulating you, but this was new. He’d never flat out denied you an orgasm before, and the thought made you want to cum even more.

“Joonie. I’m sorry. Please... fuck! You feel so good.” You mewled, looking at him with puppy eyes. You didn’t know how long you could hold your orgasm if he continued, the coil in your stomach tightening at his every move.

“No can do pretty girl you gotta learn your lesson.” He smirked, spanking your ass for good measure, the slap ricocheting through the walls of the small bathroom. You really hoped nobody needed to pee, glad that the music was pretty loud, you could almost sing along to the SHINEE track in the background.

“Please daddy?” You knew he was mad at you for this, but in your lust-addled, desperate mind you just wanted to do anything to please him.

“Fuck off! Don’t make me ban you from cumming all week.” He gritted out, almost panting with how fast he was going, chasing his own release as he spanked your ass twice.

“God. Oh my god, Joon!” You felt him get sloppy, almost on the brink of your orgasm. Namjoon could feel you tighten impossibly hard, and with one last thrust he pulled out, stroking himself before cumming on your ass with a loud groan. You whined, your head on your arms as you felt your orgasm ebb away, your clit throbbing in need.

Namjoon leaned next to you, catching his breath, as he looked at your wrecked state, legs shaking, hair a mess, your tits hanging out of your bra.

“Did you cum?” he asked, stroking your hair as you looked up at him.

“No…” He kissed you at that, gently and quickly.

“Good girl. Now let’s clean you up, we have a party to host.” He buckled his pants, as he handed you some toilet paper, fixing your shirt, and once you cleaned up, helping you put your pants back on. He was still hurt, but weirdly sated. He knew it would take time for him to get over this, but he still felt lucky knowing that you’d understand as he watched you fix your makeup in the mirror.

“Joon, are you still mad?” You spoke after a few minutes, voice uncharacteristically meek, making Namjoon wish he waited till after the party was over, so he could tend to you properly after being so rough.

“A little. It’s just kind of stings right now.” He spoke after a few beats of contemplation leaning against the sink. When in other relationships, he got used to just saying he was fine, with you he felt that he could be honest even if it hurt, and although he still felt somewhat betrayed, he couldn’t help himself.

“I’m sorry, truly. I swear it’s not what you think. We weren’t laughing at you, promise! I love you.” You looked at him with such sorrow that he almost felt stupid for having such feelings, wanting to pacify you, but he knew you’d hate it if he did so.

“Ah don’t make that face.” He pouted at you slightly, cupping your face in his hands.

“What face?” You ask, eyes wide, cheeks a little squished by his hands and he felt his heartbeat accelerate.

“That face! Makes me want to kiss you.” He whispered, before capturing your lips in a tender kiss, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones.

“Joonie… baby, talk to me.” You pleaded, you hands on his, but he just leaned down to peck your forehead instead.

“Shh, yellow on this convo for now. Let’s just go back to the party. I love you too, pretty girl.” He smoothed your hair once again, before moving to the door. He paused at your lack of movement, turning around to see you frowning as you looked at him. He knew you wanted to talk it out, it was in your nature to solve problems immediately, but Namjoon needed time. If he talked about it now, he would probably get angry, or worse start crying. He needed to think things through.

“Even when you’re mad?” you said quietly.

“Even when I’m mad. Now let’s go before anyone figures we’re missing.” He took your hand and walked you out, the party none the wiser of your little indiscretion. However, if anyone was paying attention, they would have noticed how off the mood was between the two of you, your smiles not reaching your eyes, and your cups always empty.

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You stared at the screen, the cursor blinking as you tried to put your thoughts together. This expansion into Japan was going to be the death of you. You had been working on the strategy for months now but nothing appealed to the board who never lost the opportunity to remind you of your age or lack thereof. With your combined shares Harry and you could technically override any of their decisions, but antagonizing the board further would only lead to more problems in the future so you just grinned and bore it.

You had spent all day at the office trying to figure out the new strategy to beat out the competing company that already existed in Tokyo to get sufficient market share to make the expansion viable. Siwon had been kind enough to be your scribe while you word vomited at him but as you looked at the page now it made little sense. You were kind of embarrassed that he had to type out this bullshit.

Frustrated at your lack of progress, you looked at the clock, and reading the 11:34 pm displayed there with a grimace as you stood up to walk to the kitchenette on your floor. Starting a pot of coffee you talked to yourself as you fidgeted with the cups, stacking them this way and that. You kind of wished Harry would’ve stayed late tonight to talk through the strategy with you but apparently Jen had been pretty annoyed with all his late nights so you had no choice but to do it alone. You didn’t mind it as much usually, you enjoyed the silence of the empty building, enjoyed filling it with your favourite songs as you worked through your thoughts.

Tonight however you were pretty annoyed to be working late. After the party, Namjoon had spent Sunday sulking about, still refusing to talk out what you thought was a minor issue of miscommunication. If you were being honest, part of your frustrations tonight might be due to the fact that a part of your brain kept pestering you with the same thoughts. Mom was right, you moved in and look, already not talking to each other. If you can’t resolve this tiny fight, how will you have a future? He’s probably sick of you already.

Trying to practice your coping mechanisms, you let the thoughts pass through your head. They were just negative thoughts, they did not define you as a person, do not react to them. You took a deep breath, focusing instead on the task ahead.

As you walked to your desk with your third cup of coffee of the evening and thought about your business plans, you started resenting your board more and more. It was one thing to want a flawless strategy but they failed to understand that there was literally no strategy in the world that would be as risk averse as they wanted. They thought you too impulsive, too bull-headed to do something that was low risk. They had the audacity to think that you were building all the riskiest strategies on purpose when in reality to get the outcome you wanted there had to be an equal amount of risk to go with it. Sighing, you started typing your thoughts, bulleted, on the doc as your phone rang.

“Namjoon?” you asked as soon as you picked up the phone, a bit surprised that this is how he was choosing to break his pseudo silent treatment.

“Just called so you’re not startled.” You heard Namjoon twice, once in your speaker and once from right in front of you. Regardless of his efforts, you jumped in your seat to see him standing in front of you. Holding your hand on your heart, you looked up at your boyfriend standing over your desk in a matching pair of grey sweats and sweater, a black mask under his chin as he looked at you with amusement at your reaction. It never failed to endear him how you were easily startled at the smallest things.

“Did you eat yet?” He asked as he leaned over the desk, his lips puckered. Sighing a yes, you kissed him, feeling your stress reduce at the touch, relieved that he seemed to be more open to communicating now.

“What brings you here?” You asked, reclining back in your seat as Namjoon pulled up a chair next to you.

“I just got done. Thought I’d pick you up.”

“How did you even know I was still here?”

“Boyfriend senses.” He winked, his arm resting on the back of his chair. You raised an eyebrow, skeptical, and really wishing he didn’t go all the way home to come back. “Fine. Siwon texted me. You know it’s bad form to worry your assistant so much he has to call your boyfriend for back up.”

“I’m sorry he texted you.” You leaned forward in your chair with a sheepish smile. Inside however, you were glad Siwon had given Namjoon a push to talk to you. Knowing Siwon you were sure it wasn’t a random concern but probably born out of your talk with him this morning.

He made a noise stating his displeasure at your apology and shaking his head, before reaching out to hold your hand where it lay on your lap. “So when’s this due?”

“Can we talk about Saturday night?” You answered his question with your own, dreading a mood swing, but impatient to explain your side and ease his worries. You really wanted things to go back to normal. Even though it had only been one day, you missed him. He had barely cuddled you in his sleep the last two nights, and you missed the intimacy, and as needy as it sounded in your head, you just wanted him to hold you.

He sighed deeply, leaving your hand to run his hands over his face. With his elbows on his knees, he hunched down, covering his face. He really should let you explain, but he was tired from practice and he didn’t know if he had the mental capacity to deal with an argument. “It’s okay. I’ll get over it.”

“Please. Let me explain.” You stood from your chair squatting in front of him and pulling his hands away to make him look at you. With another sigh of resignation, Namjoon nodded for you to continue.

“Hoseok doesn’t know anything. He said that as a joke randomly.” You spoke carefully, watching Namjoon’s eyes widen as he frowned. “Honestly he’s been your friend for so long I just assumed you told him that’s why he was looking at me like that. You know I didn’t agree or disagree. I just laughed because of the memory.”

Namjoon felt like an idiot. It was such a simple explanation. He was kicking himself for not thinking about this earlier, for spending a whole day avoiding you. As he looked at the earnesty in your eyes, he wanted to go back in time and smack himself on the head for making you feel guilty over this non-issue.

“I’m a fucking asshole,” he groaned, covering his face as he rolled his chair away from you in shame. You stood, walking over to him before pulling his hands away yet again, sitting in his lap sideways. His hands instinctively went around your waist, making sure you didn’t slip off.

“No I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed,” you whispered, frowning as you put your arms around his neck, playing with the hair on his nape.

“I’m such an idiot,” he sighed, rubbing his hand on your thigh, his touch sending a comforting warmth through you. “Also, I’m sorry for earlier.”

“For what?”

“Not letting you cum.” He looked so devastated, his lips pulled down by his guilt as he stared at you, that all you could do was giggle. It was silly that he thought some of the best sex you’d had was bad just because you didn’t cum.

“It’s fine you were in your dom persona.” You smoothed his hair as you kissed his cheek, making him shyly turn away from you, before he looked at you with a determination in his eyes.

“No it’s not fine. In all the research I’ve done one thing they always warned against was domming angry or like using it to resolve issues or punish your partner in a way they didn’t know what started the punishment, and I don’t know what came over me. I was mad and it was unfair of me to use our kinks against you.” He ranted, his frown getting deeper as his grip around you got tighter. With all his goofy antics around you usually, you forgot how serious Namjoon could get, and although the two of you had promised each other to be honest, it was still jarring to hear his rant. It meant he had been thinking about his actions and it bothered you that he was feeling guilty. When he stopped to take a breath, you brought his lips to yours, kissing him with all the affection you could muster. It wasn’t hard - showing him you loved him. In fact, it was the easiest thing to do, as you let your lips assure him and ease the storm in his head.

“I’m perfectly okay Joonie. It was hot.” You chuckled as you broke away and met his gaze filled with adoration. You felt lucky to have him in your life, and although this fight didn’t seem to have lasted that long, you missed him. Kissing him at midnight in your office, you felt content, your stress from the day melting away at his touch.

“Still. I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you?” He said as he kissed you again. “Let’s go home, baby.”

You stood and as you packed your stuff, he clung on to you, nuzzling your neck, equally missing your touch. Although you were headed home, you felt it in his arms already.

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