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bbhyeoliskooks · 7 months ago

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❝𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲.❞ — SEVEN.

A story in which Yeonjun is your troublemaker guardian angel.

𖥻 Pairing: GuardianAngel!Choi Yeonjun x Reader (Female)

𖥻 Genre: Angst, fluff, guardianangel!au, served with 9.5k+ words

𖥻 Warnings: swearing, getting tipsy, lazily edited

𖥻 Playlist: Akin Ka Na Lang, Je Te Veux, Love Is You, Sweet, The One That Got Away

There were 2 things to grieve. Losing Yeonjun and trying to accept that he lied to you after all that you had been through. Actually at this point, there were three.

Knowing that your future would no longer contain all the plans that you and Yeonjun put together in the time you two were together. There were still many things you wanted to do with Yeonjun, and because he was immortal, there was more relief since it meant that you wouldn't have to worry about anything bad happening to him. However, his immortality wasn't the main issue- it was the fact that he left and lied to your face, knowing that you loved him so much.

It was so hard to get out of bed. Every morning you would wake up relieved, thinking that his departure was just a nightmare until all the memories came back. Each night you slept with a physical ache in your chest, never ceasing even if you tried to distract yourself. The only time you would find peace was falling asleep after crying for hours, but of course the peace wouldn't last long. When the sun's rays disturbed your sleep the next day, you would wake up and have no motivation to do anything. The cycle would repeat with no peace in sight.

And it's typical and cliche to say that no man should ever have this grip on you, but this time it was different. It was Yeonjun. He was in your life for a couple months and you grew dependent on knowing that he would always stay by your side. Where was he now though? Did you have another guardian angel watching you? You couldn't handle it. He was supposed to stay "chained" to your soul, accompanying you to heaven. At this point, you didn't even want to go to heaven! You didn't want to go anywhere or do anything.

Instead you covered your shaking body into the heavy covers. Unable to move to the middle of the bed, you kept reminiscing about Yeonjun as per usual. That side of the bed was his and cruel enough, the pillows still smelled like him. There were traces of him everywhere so even if you ever decided to forget about him, he never completely went away. Sometimes you would find feathers. Sometimes one of his socks would be on the floor. Sometimes when you were hungry and wanted to drown your sorrows by eating ice cream, his mint ice cream bucket would be in the back of the freezer- another harsh reminder that he left before even finishing it. Everything was just too painful.

Too wrapped up in the thought of your angel, you failed to notice that Beomgyu knocked on the door. He hadn't seen you for a while and neither have your friends which became worrying. On your end it was just radio silence though Beomgyu and Aera tried calling you many times. Since you were ignoring Beomgyu- or so he thought, he decided to show up to your house, knowing that you were inside. When you didn't respond to the knock however, he simply grabbed the spare key hidden underneath the door mat. After all, it was his last resort.

"Y/n?"

You swiftly turned your head to the side, peeking from underneath the blankets surrounding you. On the other side was Beomgyu, a worried expression painting his face as he analyzed your face and the mascara stains you didn't bother wiping off.

You sat up immediately, sniffing as you brought your knees to your chest.

"Oh... sorry, Gyu, I didn't hear you."

Now Beomgyu turned the door so it rested against the wall. Frankly, he was so worried about you that he began to get upset with your radio silence. It was kinda shitty that you weren't responding to anyone for 2 weeks or so, but then again he was extremely worried. He could tell that you were a mess as your hair was all over the place along with the crusty dried mascara marks on the pillows and your face.

"Of course you hadn't. Y/N, what's wrong? No one has heard from you for weeks! And where is Yeonjun? It's like you two disappeared!"

You gulped, hearing Yeonjun's name. Though he disappeared from your life without a trace, there were small things that were like nails to the chest. Only now Yeonjun seemed like a distant dream. It was a harsh wake up call knowing that all of this was real- Yeonjun was gone. Your future was gone. Everything was gone.

Beomgyu picked up on how you winced at Yeonjun's name. His face fell, not wanting to hear the bad news but knowing that it was coming.

"Y/N? Hey, what's wrong?"

You burst into tears, not being able to hold in your emotions anymore. You felt so pathetic for letting him see you this way, so down and depressed. He had never seen you like this before and though he encountered your sadness multiple times, it wasn't as intense as this. Beomgyu pursed his lips, taking a seat on the other side of the bed. You felt sick. That was supposed to be Yeonjun's side.

"Yeonjun and I broke up, Gyu. We broke up and I'm so-" you felt your throat tighten up as you tried to suppress a sob, "he's just gone and I don't know what to do with myself."

Beomgyu calmly nodded, sending you a sympathetic look. He didn't expect your relationship to end so quickly, not with the way you two looked at each other with so much love in your eyes. He only sighed as he pulled you into a hug, shushing you as you tried to explain the situation to him. It broke his heart that you were so sad. And of course, he thought you two were a perfect couple so it was extremely unfortunate to see that it didn't work out.

"Hey, you don't have to explain everything unless you don't want to. Just cry it out so you can get some coherent sentences out, okay?" Beomgyu stroked your hair, weaving his fingers in the tangled mess that had been stuck for days. It reminded you of Yeonjun- gosh, when will you ever stop being reminded of him?! You nodded as you hiccuped, shutting your eyes as if that would shield the mental hurt.

As selfish as it was, you pretended that Beomgyu holding you was Yeonjun. Though he was the cause of your pain, he was still the solace that you needed in his absence.

Unsurprisingly, things weren't going well in heaven either. Almost everyday Yeonjun was acting out in heaven, getting into his usual mischief. However, his trouble wasn't like before. It seemed deliberate, as if he was asking for punishment. Everyone could tell that he was a mess and even though the mighty Seraphim board made many complaints, Yeonjun didn't seem to care. His entire soul was haunted by the memory of you and there was nothing that could calm him down. And if he had a physical heart, it wasn't just aching. It was on fire, burning into a crisp because you were no longer there with him.

Taehyun, the head of the Seraphim, took pity on Yeonjun. The Seraphim had many punishments for him, but Taehyun refused to send out any harm to Yeonjun. Truth be told, the Seraphim head felt a lot of pain seeing how Yeonjun was acting. He knew that he loved you so much. He saw the way Yeonjun was holding you so gently, afraid to wake you as you snored into his arms. How could your relationship and love mean that much to Yeonjun? Though he didn't understand that depth of romantic love, he still understood that it was love no matter how much older and confused he was.

Honestly speaking, trying not to send Yeonjun back to Earth was very hard. But he knew that God wouldn't approve since Yeonjun went against him. He couldn't help but wonder, why was he getting into trouble knowing that he had a bunch of punishment on his plate already? Not even from God whose wrath would be worse, but the Seraphim of all? They felt disgraced watching Yeonjun's mischief become more intense as the days passed.

Taehyun knew that he would have to speak up soon, which is why he called the younger angel to see him, in front of the door with all the magical bubbles inside. He was hoping that his plan would work and Yeonjun would stop making a ruckus. Yeonjun only rolled his eyes when he saw him, to which Taehyun dismissed. Silly enough, love was making him act out when it was the reason why he was there in the first place.

"Why do you need me? Are you going to punish me?" Yeonjun deadpanned, no emotion behind his voice.

Taehyun only frowned in response, crossing his arms.

"Yeonjun, I just don't understand. You keep acting out knowing that there's so much punishment for you ahead. Why?"

Yeonjun shook his head, looking at the ground. He didn't want to respond, not to a stupid question like that. Taehyun didn't know anything and he had no right to ask anything after taking him away from you- an ill assumption really, since it was Yeonjun making the bed in the end.

"If this is what we're doing, just send me home. I'm only here for my punishment, not for silly questions," Yeonjun scoffed, refusing to look him in the eye.

Taehyun's stance remained strong, though he wanted to (genuinely) hit Yeonjun for acting like a moody emotional teen. He needed to give him one more shot at no longer pissing the Seraphim off and since he felt enough pity, he was willing to do whatever to make his plan work. Many had grown tired of Yeonjun's antics, especially his friends that had to deal with his moodiness everyday. This plan had to work.

"Yeonjun, please. I know you hate us all right now, but do you want to see Y/n or not?"

Yeonjun's face lit up with a speckle of hope and his whole body tensed up. He didn't know what to expect. This could be a trap, but as far as he's concerned, he just wanted to be with you.

"What... what are you talking about?"

Taehyun just smirked, pleased at Yeonjun's surprised expression. Seems like there was hope for this emotional angel in the end.

The superior angel slowly turned the doorknob behind him, leading Yeonjun into the mesmerizing bubble room where many lives were floating at his hands. Yeonjun, absolutely confused, let his eyes wander everywhere, hoping that he would foolishly find you. He knew it was selfish to even look at you at this point due to all the pain he caused. And yet, he replayed the image of seeing you the last time just to gain some comfort.

Finally, Taehyun grabbed your bubble of life, looking deeply into the scene before him. He cleared his throat before passing the bubble towards the younger angel whose face immediately fell.

Yeonjun gulped, letting his thumb gently stroke the bubble. His eyes immediately watered as he stared at you, tears running down your face. Your pain was too much for him as he barely noticed that you were crying in Beomgyu's embrace which was failing at comfort. He pursed his lips as he watched your friend's fingers delicately run through your hair, truly understanding how fragile you were. His eyebrows furrowed as Beomgyu pressed a soft kiss against the top of your head, seemingly ignoring how wet his shirt was along with your hair. Slowly his chin nuzzled against you which was a stark difference to you whose hands gripped onto the end of his shirt.

Yeonjun sighed, his facial expression softening into regret. This was what he was afraid of, although it very well contradicted what he wanted for you. How could he be jealous at a time like this? Even though he wanted you to be his forever, he knew he couldn't give you what you deserved- a normal human life. One with children and an aging husband. You didn't deserve what Yeonjun could provide and though he could tell he made you happy, he decided that it wasn't going to be enough for you. So although he wanted to be the only one in your life, his burning desire for your success at a fulfilled life was far greater.

Taehyun watched carefully, observing Yeonjun's body completely relax. He seemed weak in the knees as his fluffy wings folded behind him, too sad to stay up. Slowly Yeonjun turned his head, this time being able to look at his superior in the eye. His caramel eyes were already tearing up as he sheepishly asked, "is there any way I can talk to her again? Please? This is killing me."

The superior angel shook his head, letting his bangs cover his eyes. It was hard to see Yeonjun like this.

Yeonjun bit his lip, somehow cradling the bubble closer to himself in an attempt to bring you closer.

"Please, Taehyun. I know I've been getting into trouble, but that's because I only want to see her! I know you know that, but it's just-"

"You get into trouble, Yeonjun. I just don't understand why because you know if you do well here, you might possibly get to see her sooner."

Yeonjun curled deeper into himself, letting the bubble ground itself on his crossed arms. He let himself fall against the clouds below himself, resting his chin against the top of the bubble.

"Because at the same time, I know I don't deserve to see her again. It's pulling me apart- the desire to see her and knowing that I'm not worth any of her time seeing how much I hurt her. And I want punishment for that, which is why I act out. If I hurt myself, then only then do I feel like it's enough to pay my crime."

Taehyun watched Yeonjun's tears fall, silently bouncing off the bubble where you were trapped inside, crying for your angel as well. The only thing to do now was take pity on him. Taehyun groaned, knowing the repercussions of his actions. But seeing Yeonjun on the floor, desperate for you was enough to send him to the edge.

"Fine. I don't like punishing angels, though it may seem like it. I'll let you go to her, but know that there's not a lot of time. I'll give you a day, Yeonjun, but you're going to have to face God since this isn't His plan. Are you willing to take that consequence?"

Yeonjun perked up, his eyes growing wide at Taehyun's generosity. He gently set the bubble beside him, standing slowly and regaining his composure. He had to double check what his superior said, because there's no way that he was offering a day with you.

"W-what? Are you sure? Don't joke around with me, Taehyun."

Taehyun smiled, nodding his head in defeat. How could he be kidding around?

"Just think about it. I'm sure you want to go."

Yeonjun reconsidered the option again, looking back at Taehyun and the bubble. He watched Beomgyu hold you, whispering over and over again that it was okay. The guilt gnawed at his heart as well as the fear of disobeying again. If he went now, then he probably wouldn't be able to witness you growing up. And at the end of the day, that's what he wanted for you. A normal human life.

The mischievous angel's lips formed a line, deciding that it'd be too selfish and wrong for him to go out. Taehyun chuckled, walking towards the door. He knew it was a hard decision for him.

"That's okay. You may stay here for however long you please."

Not responding, Yeonjun sat down again, pulling the bubble into his lap. The door creaked behind him, a high pitch that he didn't pay attention to in the slightest. Darkness ensued, contradicting the luminous glow of every bubble around. Of course, the only thing he could focus on was you. And like you, the only comfort he found in all of the heartbreak was making sure that you were okay.

Somehow, Beomgyu was able to pull you out of your trance by luring you out of bed with food. He decided that delivering the food to your door was better since he could keep an eye on you and at the same time, not let anyone see you as a mess. You were extremely grateful that Beomgyu was by your side this entire time. He was one of the friends where you could seek comfort despite his silly nature. You were grateful that he was the one beside you right now. Of course you had friends like Aera and a super close sister, but you knew you could trust Beomgyu completely.

He watched as you toyed with the utensils, staring back at the food he graciously bought you. It was hard seeing everything on your plate. Thank goodness Beomgyu bought your favorite food. It looked great and delicious as always but your lack of appetite made it hard to enjoy.

Beomgyu broke the silence, letting his spoon clink against the fine plate. "So... do you want to tell me what happened?"

You pushed your food again to the side, opting to play with it so you would no longer focus on your nausea. Feeling rather guilty, you shot Beomgyu a weak smile as you laid your elbows against the table.

"Well, he just got up and left. We had no problems after he came back from visiting his relatives, so I thought everything was okay. I just don't know why he would leave without a word and since then, I've heard nothing from him."

Beomgyu raised an eyebrow, letting himself chew for a moment before responding.

"And there was nothing that made him leave? I mean obviously it's not your fault, but maybe he had a reason."

You sighed, looking up to the sky. Would it be wise to tell Beomgyu that Yeonjun was really out of this world? You weren't sure. He would call you crazy if you told him that your blue-haired troublemaker was actually your guardian angel. Then again, not saying that wouldn't be good either. You knew you could trust him for he would never tell anyone, but you were scared he would label you off as crazy. Keeping the truth was driving you crazy though, since you knew that Beomgyu was there to help you.

Said boy could tell that you were struggling to find the right words, battling the internal struggle that prohibited you from saying the truth. He gave you a look, turning his head to the side as if to egg you on.

You couldn't help but smile at his action a little bit, taking a bite of your food as he watched you, bewildered.

"Promise you won't call me crazy? But in order for you to maybe understand why he left, I think it's only right to tell you."

That seemed to catch Beomgyu's attention as he fixed his posture, straightening up his back.

"Oh no! Don't tell me. Did he give you the "I don't deserve you" spiel?"

You laughed, shaking your head which lightened the vibes. "No, Yeonjun is not like that..." you sighed, again finding it hard to believe that he left you.

"I know that you won't believe me, but I promise I'm not lying."

Beomgyu furrowed his eyebrows, surprised that you thought he would accuse you of being a liar. He had no clue what you were going to say next, but surely it couldn't be that bad.

"Yeonjun is um... my guardian angel."

"WHAT?!"

Beomgyu spat out his food, quickly grabbing a napkin nearby while you giggled at his reaction. He shot you an incredulous look, squinting his eyes. He obviously didn't believe a word you were saying but he also knew you weren't a liar?

"Yeah..." you passed him a glass of water to ease his embarrassment, "please don't think I'm crazy or anything of the sort. I know it's very hard to believe, but just trust me."

You didn't let him get a word in as you explained the rest of the story, noting how strange he was acting when he came back through the window. You told him the insecurity that was practically dripping from Yeonjun's words and how he clung unto you as he cried. It was a hard story to tell as you tried to recall every detail, careful not to sweep anything under the rug because Beomgyu might find a clue. More than anything, you needed hope. Hope was enough to keep you going in such a cruel situation.

Eventually Beomgyu spoke up, covering his mouth with his hand in serious thought.

"I'm sorry to say this, Y/n. I'll start this off by saying that what he did was wrong, but I also understand him- if he is actually an angel. I think his insecurities definitely caused him to leave, and I think it's rather selfless of him in the end to be thinking of the rest of your life with a strange relationship. Leaving you with no explanation wasn't right though, and I'm sorry."

You gulped, eyes darting away from his. Talking about it made you feel better, but it only made the realization of his departure sink deeper into your wounded heart. The deafening silence between you two brought back memories of that very night. How grateful you were to be able to reminisce about Yeonjun yet unlucky because of how much you needed him at that very moment.

"I know, Gyu. I wish he was still here; I wasn't ready to say goodbye yet."

It shouldn't be possible, but the person you hated for leaving was also the person you needed comfort from the most. It was funny to say, but Yeonjun would know what to do and how to make you feel better, even though he was the cause of your heartbreak.

Just like that, a week passed by. The days were slow and you forced yourself to go back to classes and fill your schedule with things that would make you forget your current predicament. It was easier said than done, though. You swore your mind absolutely loved making life hell for you, since it'd say "oh, Yeonjun would love this!" or "the last time you were here, you were still with Yeonjun!" Every minute was torture but you knew you couldn't live like that forever, cooped up in your bed, waiting for your guardian angel to come back.

Even breathing was hard enough, but you were able to push through it. Surely, you could live without him. You experienced life before he was even there. It's not like he was by your side when you weren't aware... but this time, his departure felt final and you knew that you wouldn't be seeing him for a long time.

Aera picked up on how grumpy you were when you worked on assignments together. Beomgyu told her everything about the breakup, leaving out the convenient part that Yeonjun was actually an angel. You didn't mind; you couldn't bear to repeat the story again, enforcing reality as a result. On the other hand, you weren't sure if you could tell Aera and yes you two were close, but your friendship with Beomgyu was different. You knew she wouldn't judge you but honestly she probably wouldn't give the best advice. She was the type of friend to give solutions rather than listen- which was great of course, but wasn't what you needed right now, as selfish as it sounded.

"Hey! Are you listening?" Aera tapped on your shoulder. You dropped your pencil, startled. You kind of forgot that she was there and you sent her a weak, guilty smile.

"Yeah, sorry I didn't hear anything. I'm still just shaken up after what happened with Yeonjun."

Aera sighed, defeated, resting her head against your shoulder. You only looked at your half-assed work on the library's wooden table, feeling like a terrible friend for not really wanting to talk. But then again, who could blame you? It was extremely cliche, but Yeonjun truly was your everything and now he was gone.

"I really liked Yeonjun. It's messed up. I knew he loved you and you loved him- I shipped you guys so hard! I just don't understand."

"Me too," you agreed after a moment of silence. The knot in your throat stopped you from saying anything more- not that you had much to say anyway. It was still hard to admit, even weeks later. Yeonjun leaving was alien-like to you; it didn't seem like he ever would leave your side, not with all his promises.

For a couple of moments you two just sat there, working comfortably even if there was a bit of tension in the air. It wasn't anything between you two; it was the topic of Yeonjun being brought up. The sounds of the pencil scribbling made it easier to focus on your assignment as you tried not to let the thought of the blue-haired angel distract you once again.

Aera hummed, making you look at her. It was out of the blue which meant that she was cooking up a thought, a habit that you picked up on ever since you two had become friends. Knowing that you were looking, she smirked, all of a sudden acting smug. You tilted your head to the side, confused and slightly insecure that something was wrong with your face or your outfit.

"What?"

Her smirk turned into a smile as she slowly pulled out her phone from her pocket.

"You want to know how you can move on from Yeonjun?"

You could basically guess what she was going to say and you quickly shook your head, mistakenly hoping that she wouldn't suggest-

"You should go on a date!"

Aera shoved the phone in your face, waving it around. There was a picture of one of her friends that you had forgotten about but met before. It seems that she was planning to suggest this a while ago and your study hang out was the perfect time to catch you while you were halfway occupied. She had pulled up his instagram page in the time while you were studying, choosing the cutest picture so that you would have to agree. You wanted to throw up, unreasonably feeling like you were cheating on your guardian angel- the love of your life. It was incredibly foolish.

Wanting to forget Yeonjun, you took a step into the unknown. It may have been a decision you would regret in the future, but it was better than moping around for a boy that may never return. In addition, your friends would probably appreciate you trying to move on instead of hearing about heartbreak all day. You wanted to please Aera despite how broken you felt on the inside. The benefits outweighed the odds at this point, so why not?

You groaned, shutting your eyes before whispering a hesitant yes. In response, Aera squealed, wrapping her arms around you as you plastered on an obviously fake smile. She was so happy... unlike you sitting there beside her, thinking about how Yeonjun would be unhappy knowing about the date.

Even though you were unsure if he was watching from wherever he was, you still felt sick to your stomach. Your heart would forever be loyal to Yeonjun no matter what. Your thoughts were also solely focused on him, tied to the thought of the most handsome boy you've ever seen. On the bright side though, maybe the future date would help you move on. Maybe just a little bit- enough for you to forget about him for a night.

Above Earth there was a disheveled Yeonjun, still gently rubbing the bubble as he watched you converse with Aera. For the past few days and nights, he's been watching your every move, making sure that you get home safe and eat well. Unfortunately, the second option wasn't going well for you which made him worry even more. He wasn't sure how long it had been since it was dark in that room with the exception of the iridescent bubbles around him, but he knew it was too many days away from you.

He would lie and tell Taehyun that he was only watching you because you didn't have a guardian angel, making you susceptible to dangerous situations. Taehyun allowed it simply because he couldn't have a human unprotected- he knew it was wrong. So although Yeonjun gritted his teeth, lying (they both knew he was), it was the best option with you in mind.

This time he was eagerly listening to your conversation with Aera. As always his heart sank whenever you spoke about him with a sad tone, but alas, he knew was the cause. If anything, he should have and was expecting it, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt any less.

Mindlessly listening as he thought of your memories, it wasn't until Aera mentioned setting you on a date that he perked up. He raised his eyebrows watching your hesitancy turn into a small glimmer of hope. There's no way you were considering it, were you? Well, it had only been a couple weeks since he left, so it was genuinely too soon to embark on another lover.

Realizing that he was rather hypocritical, he forced himself to listen even if his heart was breaking into pieces.

"So you'll go on a date with him?" Aera questioned, shoving you playfully as you rolled your eyes.

You shook your head in defeat. Albeit, there was a small grin on your face as you quietly whispered an uncertain...

"... Yes."

Yeonjun frowned, battling in his mind whether he should leave. Taehyun gave him the opportunity, but fear was holding him back, along with his insecurity and pain. He gulped, pinching the skin between his eyes as he sighed. It would be so incredibly wrong of him to come back in your life. Yet, he pondered, looking deeply into the bubble where you were. You were too beautiful- how could he ever let you go, even if it was wrong of him?

In the end, that was the whole point of your relationship! Yeonjun was your guardian angel and he was supposed to protect you in the first place! But he ended up falling in love with you and you with him, no matter how unethical it was. You two experienced an unforgettable love together, one that didn't transpire from fate and time itself. Leaving you was a mistake Not trying to get you back yet again would be a bigger mistake he knew he would regret for the rest of his years. Spending forever in pain because he never felt the pressure of your kiss again was excruciating.

All of this thinking led Yeonjun to softly ground your bubble into the clouds below him. He didn't hesitate at the door, flinging it open as he ran to where Juno and Taehyun were. Not giving them a second, he yelled that he was going to find you no matter the consequences. Taehyun watched proudly as Yeonjun opened his feathery white wings and took a dive to Earth with nothing holding him back now. It was the most mature thing that Taehyun had ever seen him do.

Aera sent you the details soon after, telling you that her friend was dying to take you out. For context, this guy had liked you for so long, but you never once noticed him like that. You guessed that that was another reason to give him a chance, out of pity perhaps.

So here you were, on a misty Saturday evening, rolling the mascara spoolie over your eyelashes countless times. You wanted to be perfect for tonight. (Yeonjun would still think you're beautiful anyway, even if you were in a shirt of his and messed up hair). It was evident in your outfit as well since you decided to go in something that made you look all the more irresistible, in the male gaze probably. (It was Yeonjun's favorite outfit on you if you two ever decided to go out somewhere nice). Lastly, you spritzed some sweet vanilla perfume over the sensitive spots of your body, hoping that it would last the night. (Yeonjun would bury his face on the crook of your neck every time you wore it, not getting enough of you).

The date was going to be held at a fancy restaurant, one that you and Yeonjun had been at before. You sighed, tiredly putting your head on the vanity's desk. Fuck- this wasn't his night; you had to snap out of his haze and put in all your attention towards the new guy and how pretty you had to look. You weren't going to allow him to ruin tonight. He can have any other night with your heart in his hand, but not this night at least.

But it seemed that your mind wasn't listening to you as you were looking at yourself in the mirror. Physically you were as beautiful as you could be, but the inside... all it was was a remnant of who you used to be, not full of life because your life fled that particular night. Never did you think you could be so caught up in a boy but there it was, rearing its ugly head every time you took a breath.

You glanced down at all your makeup, surprised that it caught dust. You hadn't been wearing it a lot ever since Yeonjun loved you; you never felt insecure with him. It was one of the things you cherished about him, how he made you feel like you were the most gorgeous girl in the world. He never had a funny way of showing it, cupping your cheeks as he whispered sweet nothings and telling you that you were the most stunning thing he had ever seen in his millennia of being alive.

You huffed, clutching your bag as you stood up with shaky legs. You would clean up this mess later in the silence of the night, when your feelings would inevitably suffocate you. Just not right now, not when there were too many memories in your forsaken house.

Everything was a blur, meeting your date who picked you up to go to the restaurant. He was extremely sweet, acting like a gentleman who opened the door for you all the time and handing you his jacket when you got cold. You were pleasantly surprised at his behavior. Perhaps if you met him first, things would be different. He was actually pretty cute and you were unsure as to why you hadn't noticed him before.

Your throat went dry at your thoughts no matter how much wine you had. The date was going well, but you knew that he knew something was off. He didn't budge though, simply bringing up new conversations every time that one got stale or wasn't something you were interested in. He was oh so nice, too perfect that it made you feel extremely guilty for not being completely open to dating at that moment.

Yet, you could still laugh at his silly jokes or the exuberant stories he told. He did most of the talking, letting you eat one of your favorite meals although you didn't get much in your stomach due to lack of appetite. But that was okay! You were still having fun. All through the night you could only admire his energy and his warmth, causing you to smile the most you have this week.

He sent you a sugary sweet smile, laying the side of his head on top of his knuckled hand.

"You know, Y/N, I've been enjoying this date and talking to you. I know it's only the first date, but I really like you and I'm hoping that we could do this again?"

You sipped on your wine, feeling light from his words. Tonight was going perfectly, so why didn't you feel perfect? The answer was obvious but some part of you was hoping that you would come to your senses and at least gain some feelings for this man. However, if you had to stay true to yourself, you felt nothing. Yes, you liked your date and the way he was treating you, but it just wasn't right. That only made you feel all the more guilty, which meant that you had to be honest with him.

"Oh, um..."

Your eyes latched onto the entrance of the restaurant where you saw a... fluff of blue hair? Your heart dropped as much as your jaw and you perked up, your bottom hovering against the chair. No one else had that specific shade of blue- that was Yeonjun's blue! Seeing that blue was only momentarily, just a couple of seconds. You were left shocked and confused, a speckle of hope flashing in your heart. Did you just see him? Maybe you were hallucinating.

"Hey, is everything okay?" He turned his head around, following your gaze to the entrance of the door where you thought you saw him. He raised an eyebrow at your expression, wondering what you saw to have that reaction.

You shuddered, rubbing the corner of your eyes but careful enough not to smudge your makeup. There's no way he would be here, so your eyes were definitely playing tricks on you.

"Yeah, um... look," you cleared your throat, lacing your hands together nervously, "I've had a lot of fun tonight and you were awesome! It's just..." you couldn't find the right words to convey what you were feeling, knowing that it was wrong and harsh.

He seemed to understand perfectly, drawing his mouth into a straight line.

"You're still hung up over Yeonjun, huh."

You meekly nodded your head, feeling just as embarrassed as he probably felt. There was a moment of silence between the two of you as both struggled to say something- anything that would make the atmosphere less awkward. Fortunately your date was mature and nice enough to get it, gently laying his hand over yours from across the table.

"Hey, it's alright. I kind of got the memo and I know it hasn't been long since you guys broke up. But just so you know," he smiled, flashing a toothed smile to make you comfortable, "I'll be here if you decide differently. In the meantime, we can be friends."

Feeling incredibly grateful at his mature and cheeky words you smiled back, nodding once again.

"Yeah, I'd like that. Thanks so much for being really understanding about the whole situation."

Both of you knew that you wouldn't call him up again. It was a silent agreement practically, though you two enjoyed the rest of the solemn night. Soon after, he suggested that it's time to go home, ending the evening with a slightly bad note since things had grown awkward. But that was your fault, you supposed.

On the way home through the rugged roads knitted aside the grass, you gazed into the cloudy night sky, wondering if he could see you from above. The mere thought was enough to push you to tears, making your heart squeezing in your chest uncontrollably. The date backfired. It only helped you realize that you missed Yeonjun even more.

Not caring to throw off your pretty clothes, you curled up in bed again with no end to your tears. It was rather pathetic and you wished you could forget everything. The date was a success in hindsight, but not your goal- to forget Yeonjun for just one night.

How could you? Everything reminded you of him, even if you tried not to let it sway you. You couldn't handle the amount of despair you felt, not forever.

Once again you clasped your hands together, shutting your eyes with all your might. The only thing that could bring you comfort at the moment was praying, as silly as it sounded. You put your whole heart and soul into prayer, wishing that Yeonjun would just come back. Just one more time.

Unknowingly to you, Yeonjun had been in the house prior to your arrival. He stayed in the other room, knowing that you wouldn't come in. He was still on the fence of making himself known, battling between the thoughts of interfering or letting you live. He wanted to leave you alone, but he physically couldn't, which is why he pulled up at the restaurant. He made sure that you didn't see him, doing the same even now when you were at home.

But your cries and hopeless wishing words caused his whole body to twist in pain as he listened on the other side, pressing his ear against the white wall. Enough was enough for him and maybe a peek would calm him down before he did anything that he would regret. Quietly he stayed in the doorway, peering his head through the crack you made since you didn't close the door completely.

Your perfume still lingered in the air, but now your makeup wiped off from the water dripping off your cheeks. Yeonjun's heart ached at the sight of you and he couldn't help himself but throw the door open, startling you with wide eyes.

His muscles acted way before he was thinking and he threw his arms around your shaking body, now in shock that your prayer came true. He whispered, rubbing his thumbs against your wet cheeks, trying to wipe away each black tear that stained your face.

"Angel, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, please don't cry; I can't handle it." There were tears in his eyes as he said this, looking at how weak and vulnerable you were- one thing he promised not to let happen again and another thing that he broke.

You remained silent, too stunned to do anything. When you realized that he was actually here, close enough where you could feel him breathing, you pushed him away with trembling hands. Though you were incredibly weak as your muscles were failing you, Yeonjun got the hint and jumped away, somehow shocked that you were pushing him away.

"Yeonjun? What the fuck are you doing here?! After disappearing for so long?! You have no right to be hugging me after what you did!" You shrieked, backing away from him from your side of the bed.

He gulped, becoming embarrassed as he looked down at the floor.

"I-I know. I'm sorry. I just did it without thinking, but-"

You glared at him, crossing your arms. Ironic enough, you couldn't stand being near him despite wishing for his appearance. You're not going to take any of this bullshit, knowing that he could leave you again like you were nothing. You had to protect your heart and build walls around it while you still had the chance, something you failed to do when he came back the first time.

"Get out, Yeonjun. I don't want to see your face. It hurts."

His heart managed to break again at your harsh words that he knew were very well deserved. But he knew he had to fight for you- fight for something he didn't know could ever be saved after what he did. It was at least worth trying.

"Please, angel. I know I messed up, and I'm sorry for how much pain I caused you. I can explain everything, if you let me, please."

"No, I can't. You have a lot of nerve coming back here when you know you're just going to leave again. I never want to see you again, Yeonjun."

You shook your head aggressively, trying to find the right words to say. In a fit of anger and irrationality, you yelled many things- hurtful things that affected Yeonjun. Nevertheless he kept begging to explain, too despondent to do anything else but plead.

"Please, Y/N. I know you hate me," he paused for a moment as his words started to sink in, "but please let me explain."

"I do hate you, so just get out!"

He accidentally reached out to you- a habit he frequently did whenever you were upset, and you stood up, pushing him away. Against your shoves, he anchored himself to the ground, begging you to let him stay as you forcefully and physically tried to get him to leave. You failed to realize that it was his footsteps leading himself out rather than your shoves, and that hurt much more to him.

"Leave. Just leave, Yeonjun." With one last push, you sent him out the door and into the hallway. He gazed at you with a somber, desperate expression, and you knew that he knew he couldn't get you back. he looked down at the floor, more hurt than anything, as he nervously toyed with his fingers.

"I'm sorry, angel. I'm sorry."

You shut the door in his face, running back to the only comfort you could get- your bed. You harshly pulled the covers over your trembling body, trying to hide your sobs. Even though Yeonjun was the cause and definitely deserved to see what he did to you, you didn't want to hurt him anymore. You grabbed the pillow and hid your face into it, letting your hurt drown out. It didn't work and you knew he could hear everything.

As Yeonjun stayed on the other side, he felt weaker every time he heard you cry. It didn't seem like enough punishment for him; he wanted to take your pain whilst also ripping his body from limb to limb for each cry. He couldn't do that, thanks to him being an angel. For now, the only thing he could do was wait behind the closed door, sitting against it to make sure that you would get some sleep after all that happened. He would fight to close his eyes until hours later even after you let out your last sob.

When you awoke, your whole body was aching. You wiped your eyes, looking around the room in confusion. The morning rays were pouring in your room, falling onto the pretty clothes you wore last night. Rubbing the temple on the side of your head, you groaned. Drinking some wine probably got you tipsy. You couldn't really remember what happened during the date but when you got home... Many memories came flooding in your head, ones where you were yelling at Yeonjun who came out of the blue and pleaded with his whole heart to explain everything.

You jumped out of bed, grabbing onto what you were wearing, which was coincidentally Yeonjun's shirt. It was a bit big on you, slightly passing the middle of your thigh. You didn't even remember putting it on so maybe in your drunk haze you grabbed it. Yeonjun would have a field day seeing you in his shirt, but that doesn't even matter. He had no right to even talk to you, not after what he did.

Yeonjun probably left after his dramatic entrance. There's no way he would still be waiting for you since you made it clear that you didn't want him there. Even then, you weren't sure if that was the complete truth. However, you knew you had to put walls up because you weren't willing to get hurt the same way again.

Slowly opening the door, you looked around the hallway, somewhat hoping that he did stay. The door creaked quietly when you pulled it open, but there was another sound that caught your attention instead. When you followed the sound, there you saw Yeonjun peacefully snoring as if nothing happened. His back was against the wall which wasn't completely comfortable for his wings.

He grumbled in his sleep, muttering something as he tried to get comfortable. Your heart started to think rather than your head, taking pity that he spent the whole night against the wall. Noticing his dark circles, your eyes then followed to what was beside him, a simple plate of eggs and blueberry pancakes- a meal he would always have trouble with but always try to make you whenever he woke up earlier.

He probably made it an hour ago since it still seemed fresh before he decided to sleep. You leaned against the door panel, fixating against the ceiling. You couldn't look at him. He knew everything about you: the time you'd wake up, your favorite breakfast foods, and even making them when he knew he hadn't mastered cooking. Unfortunately you felt your heart softening the more you thought about how sweet he was being.

Interrupted by more of his muttering, you squatted down to meet his level on the ground. His eyebrows furrowed as he tilted his head to the other side, whispering something like "please, there isn't time."

You rolled your eyes, choosing to wake him up so he could explain. Both of you knew that you deserved an explanation after his sudden disappearance, and it's a good thing that you were willing to let him in spite of recent events. Aggressively you grabbed Yeonjun's shoulders, shaking him until he woke up with fluttering eyes.

He gulped, sitting up from his uncomfortable position on the floor. His hands flew to his back, but it wasn't the agonizing pain that shocked him the most. Incredulous to see you in front of him, sitting down with a confused expression on your face, Yeonjun's mouth flew agape. He started stuttering, a mix of sleepiness and stun that prohibited him from finding the right words. You decided to take pity on him, instead letting yourself start the long awaited and awkward conversation.

"Yeonjun, what were you grumbling about in your sleep? Something about no time left?"

He nodded his head frantically, grabbing the plate beside him and shyly offering it to you. He raised it up to your face but you pretended to ignore it with a blank expression on your face. He sighed, placing it down beside him gently.

"There won't be any time left. I just need you to come with me, Y/N. I know you hate me, but it's necessary."

Great. There were more vague sentences rather than answering your questions. Frankly, you were tired of it. He had a chance to explain everything and instead you would be the one asking questions in the end.

"Yeonjun, I can't. I don't know what you want to do with me, and I'm sure as hell not going with you after what you did."

He looked down at the floor, embarrassed of what he asked. He knew he was out of line and there wasn't anything that could help his case. "I know. But I can promise you that I won't hurt you-"

You scoffed, shaking your head. "You won't hurt me? I'm sorry to break it to you, Yeonjun, but you hurt me so much when you left. So you can't say that."

"I know! I get it. I'm really sorry, Y/N, but you really need to trust me!" He cried exasperatedly, reaching out to grab your hands. His touch was like acid, and you pushed it away as if it burned. Your unwillingness to not be near him and your coldness hurt him more than anything, even though he knew that it was well deserved.

"I can't go with you, Yeonjun. I was just starting to live fine without you, and you just had to show up and ruin everything!"

He pushed himself from the wall, coming to you with his hands on the ground to support him. "Is that so?" He inched closer to you, crawling so near that you could feel his breath fanning against your mouth. The close proximity between your lips and his made you burn, as well as the suddenly sultry look on his face. He was looking down at you with a smirk on his face.

"We both know that's a lie," Yeonjun simply stated as he grabbed a fistful of your- well, his shirt. "You're wearing my shirt right now, no?"

Your eyes widened and you scooted away to which he chuckled at. He knew you were wrapped around his finger, but you were not going to give him satisfaction with an embarrassing reaction.

"Shut up! I don't even remember putting it on- and you can't do that!"

Yeonjun just laughed a little bit while your heart fluttered. Even now he could make your heart beat faster, despite everything that happened. The way you two continued to act the way before you had made you tear up; the way things were before were perfect, so why did he have to go and ruin everything?

You sniffed, tearing up as you watched his eyes crinkle. He was always perfect, your blue-haired boy angel that you loved so much. He was right there, smiling at you, even though you thought you would never see him again. Your overflowing care for him continued to make you weak and there was no point in building up walls when you knew that you still needed him the most. That part of you would never change.

"Why, Yeonjun?" Your voice faltered, almost failing you as it came out like a whisper. "I thought you loved me. Why did you choose to leave?"

His laugh faded and he frowned, this time becoming serious. "I'm sorry, angel. I had to, or else there were bigger consequences."

You felt the familiar knot in the back of your throat and you let your tears run freely this time. It was getting harder to breathe, and you just needed the truth.

"Didn't you love me, Yeonjun? You told me you did before you fell asleep, and then you just left."

Yeonjun reached forward, delicately swiping a fallen tear from your eye. His action had you swooning on the inside, although your mind was screaming at your heart to stop. The tip of his smile was gently raised, but you could tell that he was sad by his somber gaze.

"I did love you," he caught himself quickly, "I still do, angel, which is why you deserve an explanation. When I first left, I made a complaint to the Seraphim asking for them to move me. I figured that I was being stupid because I didn't want to admit that I had feelings for you, so I came back. It didn't help that I missed you so much."

He was gentle with his words before tensing up. "The Seraphim wanted to see why I complained, so the head visited me that very night. He told me that I would have to come back to heaven, and if I did well, then I would get to see you again after 10 years- from afar, of course."

You couldn't stop yourself from crying now, feeling extremely bad that he had to deal with all of that. And knowing that Yeonjun wanted things to be normal before he inevitably left hurt even more. Although you understood his reasoning for not saying anything, things still weren't okay. It didn't make things right, the way he lied to you.

"I'm only here because they saw how much of a mess I was. Only now, we have to stand before God and make our case. I'm not sure what will happen to me," he swallowed, letting the silence coat the atmosphere before continuing, "after all, I went against His word. But I just... I had to see you. At least one more time."

Your heart shattered at his words. He risked everything to see you and would eventually face a bigger punishment. Both of you knew what he was hinting at. His existence would be erased, and he would die at the hands of God. Him coming back was basically asking for death.

Knowing what you were thinking, Yeonjun opened his arms wide open, "come here."

Not even thinking you jumped in his arms, soon creating a wet patch against his black shirt. His fingers met the strands of your hair, gently combing while you sniffled against his shoulder. He cooed, holding you close as he kissed the side of your head.

"I'm sorry for everything that I caused, angel. I missed you so much and I wish we could stay this way forever, but now we are going to have to face God together."

You gripped onto the back of his shirt, not feeling close enough despite your hug. His embrace and cologne were comforting though what lay ahead was a dangerous road. The good thing was that he was in your arms finally, kissing and holding you so gently and lovingly.

Your angel, Yeonjun was back. And though you weren't sure what your fates held in store, you knew the two of you would face it together, together at last.

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GUITAR STRING HEART 3 :: KYLIAN MBAPPE

𖥻 SUMMARY ー [ sometimes they're an unexpected chapter in the story ] 𖥻 PAIRING ー [ kylian mbappe x fem! guitarist and singer! reader ] 𖥻 GENRE ー [ social media au, band au, ex's to ???, angst, fluff ] 𖥻 WORD COUNT ー [ 4.7k ] 𖥻 WARNINGS ー [ poorly translated spanish, portugues italian and french, sexual jokes, tension, drinking, smoking, jealousy, alcohol and partying as a coping mechanism, break up over text, mention of depression and lack of eating, a lot of crying, slight love triangle, mbappe is kinda a dick, halland is an angel - let me know if I missed anything ] 𖥻 AUTHORS NOTE ー [ I'm so sorry that this is late. I had some personal issues, but everything is okay now, and I'll be back to posting as normal. obviously, this is the last part of the three-part series, which makes me sad as I really do love this series - I may do an epilogue if I feel like it. But otherwise, I will be writing some of the other ideas I have planned. Also, sorry if there are a lot of mistakes, I'll try and edit it later, but I just wanted to post it so you guys wouldn't have to wait any longer. ]

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"So, are we just going to ignore the tension between the two of you?" meanwhile, on the opposite side of Paris, PSG's first team sat in Marco Verratti's apartment as planned the previous day. They would hang out before heading to the concert. But as the boys indulged in the rare day off and looked forward to their activities later that night, some players couldn't help but bring up the noticeable tension between Kylian and the Singer/Guitarist of their favourite band.

"Thank god I thought I was the only one." Sergio Ramos said, happy that Pembélé had brought this up. As all eyes were now on Mbappe, he wished for the ground to swallow him whole. He quickly tried to dismiss the topic; he suggested they play FIFA in a last-ditch attempt to distract his teammates from the obvious suspense between the former lovers. It didn't work. But at least he tried.

Looking to his friends for support, Hakimi spoke up. "Brother, just tell them." before looking towards Neymar and Messi for a second and third opinion, he let out a deep sigh in response to their nods. "I guess it all started…" within the next 15 minutes, the number seven told them everything - well, almost everything as the group were left dumbfounded and confused about how Kylian had managed to keep it low profile with a person of Y/N stature.

"So, wait, the rumours are true?" Marquinhos asked in disbelief, and wide eyes, another nod from the young star, left the team perplexed again. "Santo Cielo!" Ramos cursed in Spanish as he took another swing of his drink. While his teammates were baffled by this new information, Kylian hung his head in shame. Noticing his friend's dishearted spirit, Hakimi told the boys to quiet down not to make him feel any worse.

As the racket finally died, the squad tried to comfort the young player. But that had little effect on the boy's broken heart, but he appreciated the kind remarks. As a pregnant silence developed in the following moments, the boys all looked at each other. "Why don't you get back together? I mean, the two of you are clearly in love." Verratti said in an appeal as. They weren't over each other. "We didn't end on the best of terms."

His answer was enough for his teammates to imagine the multiple scenarios that could have gone down between the two. "I was the one who called off the relationship" the striker's statement confounded his fellow players more - why would he break up with someone he was blindly in love with? "I was stupid." the declaration was followed by faux coughs from Neymar. "Yah think?" he muttered, loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Wait, you knew about this?" Ramos said wide-eyed as he looked between his two teammates. "Hakimi and Messi, too, but trust me, we found our by accident, parceiro", Neymar confessed. "But on a real note Ky, the two of you gotta patch things up" the Brazilian player was right, as much as he hated to admit it. "She's not going to forgive me, Neymar. Trust me. I know," the French player said in defeat, much to his friend's annoyance. "Have you talked to her?" Messi asked, wondering where he got that stupid idea from.

"No", facepalm, "Then how do you know that she's not gonna forgive you" the Argentina player questioned again, getting ready to prove him wrong. Regardless of whatever stupid point next came out of his mouth. "Look…" trailing off slightly, Kylian swirled his drink in his hand before taking a sip, cringing at the taste of the bitter alcohol. Vodka - Y/N's favourite. "She's not the type to forgive and forget."

"But for you, she would be" the comment helped slightly clear any doubts regarding her ex's love for him, but the singer wasn't just going to forgive him. Fucking hell, she wrote a whole album about how he ripped her heart in two. Safe to say, if he wanted her back, he would have to work for it. "look, I get it, ky. Heck, your right. She has the right to be angry, but that doesn't mean you should give up. Because this may be your last chance to get her back, so don't do something that you won't regret,"

Mbappe listened to Ramos with intent knowing that he was speaking from experience. "But how am I even going to get her to talk to me…" looking at his friends in concern, "you just leave that to us." With this bit of newfound confidence and a lot of encouragement from his teammates, he felt his spirits lift, optimistic that things may work out for them. He looked towards his teammates as they anticipated his answer - Okay, what's the plan." with that project, guitar string was ago.

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Nerves were running high, not just because it was the last show of their tour. But because a lot was going on. They had been teasing the highly anticipated Bloody Valentines x Maneskin collaboration since the two bands met after Maneskin won the Euro vision song concert. But there was also drama behind the sense. The fact that two people Y/N wished were on the other side of the world rather would be in touching distance of her. Kylian and Earling.

Kylian, for obvious reasons, was her ex, so for blatant reasons, she wanted him at a ten-hundred-meter distance. But since that was impossible, she would have to power through and act unbothered. But what made this situation ten times more uncomfortable was the fact that her latest hook-up was there. Now don't get her wrong, she had nothing against the Norwegian. But it was slightly awkward that she unintentionally hooked up with her ex's rival. Now, usually, she wouldn't care. But the two were going to be in the same room. And the last thing Y/N wanted was for this to turn into a shit show.

As the two groups sat backstage, tuning their instruments - mentally preparing for the performance that awaited them. They stood behind the thin fabric separating them from the screaming fans who had decided to entertain themselves by singing Queen songs. But Y/N was nervous. Not because of the crowd, she had been stressing all morning, and it showed. "Baby, sit down your pacing is giving me a headache." Victoria, Maneskin's bassist, groaned as she rubbed her temples. Patting the seat beside her, Y/N plopped herself down next to Victoria.

"Why are you worried, la mia futura moglie" The Italian woman asked, looking at her friend concerned. "This isn't about who you were with last night, Y/N - is it?" Sabrina's question made her go quiet. Dame, her girl, was good.

"Wait, wait aspetta un secondo. Who did you spend the night with, mi cara? That wasn't me." The guitarist from Maneskin, Thomas Raggi interveined. The two guitarists had a curious relationship.

They had hooked up multiple times, but there was no feeling there. They were friends before causal sex partners and after the duo bonded over heartache. They vowed to comfort each other emotionally and physically until either was in a relationship, and they have stayed true to that promise till the present day. "Someone", the Bloody Valentine's singer's response naturally intrigued the Italians. They were very open about their hook-ups and one-night stands, so what could be wrong with this one?

"Darling, I doubt it's that bad", Damiano, the lead singer of Maneskin, said, still invested in what his friend had to say but highly doubting it was that bad. "I slept with my ex's rival" The sound of glass breaking made them all look toward Onyx, who was white as a ghost. "You slept with Erling-!?" Before the drummer could finish his sentence, a hand over his mouth (courtesy of Axel) shut him up as the group all looked at him pointedly. Quieting down the drummer, they turned their attention back to the singer.

"Okay, how did that happen?" Axel asked, unsure if he wanted to know how she got with the Norwegian star. "I mean, if you were doing it out of spite, fair play, but if not, why?" The male vocalist asked his bandmate as they eagerly waited for a reply. "I just wanna know how you two met" Onyx was a whore for Halland, and it wasn't surprising that he cut Y/N off from answering so he could ask about Halland. "We met in the bathroom…After the match."

The puzzle pieces were starting to fit together as her bandmates looked shocked, and maneskin just looked confused. "Am I the only one who's lost?" Ethan, the luscious locked drummer of the Italian band, said, "We didn't do anything, we talked and exchanged numbers, and he did a favour for me, so I returned it" when she attempted to explain the situation, it only made it sound worse. "So you slept with him out of a favour," Axel said. Now angry that Halland may have coerced his friend into something.

"No! He was helping me with Onyx's Christmas present - he was getting me a signed jersey, and I got him and his team concert tickets in return. He didn't coerce me into anything, and we slept together after my argument with you. Everything that happened was consensual." Quickly correcting the wording of her previous statement, she was met with less angry faces as her mutuals let out a sigh of relief that nothing had happened to their friend. "And I'm worried because He and Kylian will be in the same section." Ah, that was a reasonably significant problem, but there was no time to discuss solutions as it was time for the show to begin.

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Angelic. That was one way to describe how Y/N was playing. She poured her heart and soul into her performance as the colourful light and pyrotechnics lit up the stage painting her skin in shades of pastel red, making her look ethereal yet dangerous. The air felt full of static as the final pluck of strings echoed around the arena before the boisterous applause roared loud enough for the entirety of Paris to hear. Safe to say, both teams were in awe of the band - and they were only four minutes into the set. It was almost enough to distract from the unmistakable tension between the two teams, all seated in the private VIP section. They were the only ones there, which was good because if a fight broke out, there would be no one else to witness it.

As the applause dipped slightly, Y/N finally spoke. "Paris, are you ready!" the screams of excitement made her smile. "Good to hear. We got a lot of surprises for you tonight. So remember, have fun and…" Axel continued the small introduction before allowing the fans to finish the iconic intro. "And fuck it up!" the crowd roared back, transitioning into the first song. As the lights and pyro changed accordingly to the music. Played in perfect harmony, the audience sang the lyrics word for word as the four performers sang with them.

Safe to say that Kylian was also singing the words. How couldn't he? Her songs were ingrained in his head like a tattoo, as players from both teams took videos/pictures and sang/danced to the music. Everything was going great until Halland happened. It was no great surprise to anyone that the two were sizing each other up, but what Mbappe didn't expect was to see out of the corner of his eye a picture of him and Y/N set as his wallpaper. He tried to rationalise the situation. Maybe it was from a while ago. Perhaps he edited it, but his heart still hurt no matter how he put it.

As he tried to ignore the claws of doubt scraping against his heart, were the two of you together? She wouldn't do that, Would she? Date someone who had made it his mission to put himself above him in every aspect. Surely she didn't hate him that much that she felt the need to spite him in a way that left such a brutal scar - on his ego and heart.

Still in shock, it took all the strength not to beat the bastard up. His sadness and confusion were now souring into rage and hatred while not being sure who it was focused towards, Halland or Y/N. Maybe both, but mainly Halland, as he didn't want to believe that the girl of his dreams could do something so heartless. He was self-aware enough to acknowledge that he deserved to feel like shit for what he did to her - but this was too far.

As the climax to the current song began, he unintentionally focused on the lyrics. "You were my everything, and all you did was make me fucking sad cuz second chance romance doesn't leave enough time for one last dance." It was second chance romance - his song. As he watched her from afar, he felt his heartbeat like a drum. Glancing between Y/N and Erling, he realised something, on stage, the two of them were nothing to her. All that mattered was her and the music. Just like in his current situation, all that mattered was having Y/N back in his arms, so God help him. This was one prize that he would not allow Halland to have. Ever. Take the trophies in football, but the singer's heart was his and his alone, and he would prove it to everyone tonight.

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The after-party was in full swing at the french nightclub 'tigre blanc.', as the smell of sex, drugs, and alcohol lay thick as the mob people celebrated on the first floor. The upstairs floor was reserved for the celebrities and other elite to enjoy the after-party without worrying about being swamped with fans. But unfortunately, Maneskin couldn't make it as they needed to fly back to the US. As the PSG squad sat in a booth enjoying the expensive alcohol, they all watched in concern as their teammate looked like he was about to break his glass.

Kylian felt like decapitating halland as he watched from afar, throwing himself all over Y/N. He was not enjoying himself as he revelled in jealousy and seemingly ingested more alcohol than humanly possible. Safe to say, this was a recipe for disaster. Wanting to do nothing more than walk up to them and break Halland's fucking face in, but he didn't. Knowing full well, the singer would hate him even more.

As another hour flew by, it was clear to his teammates that Kylian was drunk on equal parts jealousy and alcohol. So finally having enough of Mbappe's sour demeanour, they put their plan into motion. "Who up for a game of never have I ever?" Neymar yelled loudly, receiving scattered applause as everyone quickly formed a circle. "Hey, love birds, get over here!"

Onyx yelled to his bandmate and the Norwegian star as he watched the two stumble over (clearly drunk), taking a seat next to each other - truthfully, if they had sat any closer, the girl would have been in the blond's lap. With one arm secured around her waist, her head resting on his shoulder, and their hands intertwined, safe to say that Hallnad was complacent. As the circle consisted of PSG, man city and band associates, safe to say everyone could feel the tension brewing.

"Okay, let's begin. If any of you are unfamiliar with the game, take a shot. If you have done what the question is asking, I'll go first. Never have I ever kissed a friend's sibling," Neymar said, starting the game quickly to defuse the escalating situation. As multiple people began downing their shots, Sabrina looked towards her bandmates. "Ya'll better not fucking take a shot cuz if I find out any of yall have kissed my brother, I'm gonna kill you." the bassist said as she took her shot.

"Wait, who?" Axel said in surprise. "Jackson Mays, older brother." the mention of the asshole from high school made Y/N gag in disguise. "Didn't he get arrested for selling drugs or something?" the rest of the group watched a mixture of amusement and shock at the interesting people that the four knew.

"Oo, I have a good one. Never have I ever sent a dirty text to the wrong person." Phil Foden spoke, taking his shot a second later. "Was meant for the Mrs, went to jack instead, which made everyone laugh at the stupid confession. "At least now I know he's not lying about how big he is." The group of drunk people found that report very amusing as Foden turned a bright shade of red. But what caught people off guard was when Y/N tipped her shot into her mouth, hoping no one would notice.

"Who was it?" Neymar asked, knowing full well the answer, "An old flame" was all she could muster as her grip on Hallands hand tightened, and a sickening feeling swelled in her stomach. Truthfully the answer was Kylian. He knew it was Kylian - heck. It was how they met each other in the first place. Sabrina got a new number, and they joked about sending each other dirty/flirty text, but Y/N's messages when to the wrong number, which happened to be a famous footballer. An awkward conversation between a musician and a baller turned into a whirlwind romance.

As the tension builds again, Y/N tries to deflect from the obvious by continuing the game, "Okay, never have I ever faked an orgasm?" As all of the women in the circle (Y/N included) down their shot, the men look at them in horror. "Are men really that bad?" Ramos asked in shock at the revelation that most men are dreadful at making their partners orgasm. "You have no idea," Sabrina said, shooting a little look towards Kylian as if to say something without opening her mouth.

Now she knew that Kylian always made his partners cum. How did she know this? Y/N told her she knew he was good sexually, but that wasn't why she commented. It wasn't to bruise his ego but to see if he was genuine about her friend. Sabrina knew that Mbappe wanted the singer back. Heck, a blind man could tell you that. But she wanted to see how far he was willing to go because he would have to walk a mile over fucking glass after the shit he pulled.

"Never have I ever dumped someone over text." Halland's contribution to the game made Y/N look up to him, see she confided in him and told him a couple of things that she probably shouldn't have, but she never said to him that - educated guess, maybe. Y/N knew she should stop, but right now, being sober would only make things worse. At least if she were drunk, she would have some reason to excuse her behaviour. One gulp and the shot was gone, "No way, how could someone break up with you over text" Kevin De Brunier asked in shock.

"A fucking idiot", Halland responded for her as she felt herself growing more upset by the minute. The remainder of the way that she had her heart broken. Over a fucking text message. Many months of love and vigour, countless hours spilling her darkest secrets, lust and passion mixed with sweet nothings meant nothing more than a single line of text to him. 'We aren't going to work. I'm sorry, but we need to break up.' In his words, not her's.

And she just accepted it. She didn't resist or fight for the love that she cared for so dearly. Instead, she mourned the loss of someone she thought would be her forever. She coped in the only way she knew how. Drinking, partying and smoking as she fell into a deep depression. As she hardly slept or ate anything, it took Y/N a long time to finally feel like herself again. But now she was back at square one.

But the singer wasn't the only one going through the motions as Kylian felt the rage of a thousand suns burn inside him, and in a moment of heated outrage, he said something he would regret. "Never have I ever wanted to get back with my ex." as tension reached new heights, "I'm gonna go smoke." with that, Y/N walked away from the situation, unable to face him. As she tried to hold back her tears, she walked up the stairs that led to the club's roof. She was utterly unaware of her surroundings. As the night's cold air welcomed her, she walked towards the roof's edge.

She sat with her leg dangling over the edge as she lit a cigarette. Letting out a deep sigh as the rush of s nicotine hit, "You know those things are gonna kill you." Halland joined the girl on edge as Y/N took another deep puff before exhaling in euphoria. "It's a form of coping. I'm just so stressed," the singer finally spoke, her eyes full of tears. "You know it's okay to cry", and with those words, Y/N began to cry so violently that her whole body began to shake. As Erling placed her head into the nook of his shoulder, he let the girl of his affection release her pent-up emotions.

After her heavy tears reduced to sniffles and sobs, the football player asked her a question that made her want to cry again. "You are still in love with him, aren't you" with that, more tears streamed down her face as she cried her heart out. she had ruined her make-up. "I do, and I fucking hate it. Why can't I stop? Please make it stop." the girl's voice cracked mid-sentence making her sound even more pitiful than she already did. The Norwegian hugged the girl as tightly as he could. He placed a kiss on the top of her head.

As much as Halland wanted Y/N for himself, he couldn't take advantage of her. He had already done it once. When they hooked up, it was clear that it only happened because they were intoxicated and emotional. But that didn't mean that he didn't love her, no. He would give anything to see her happy. That is why he was going to let her run back to Mbappe. Even if it hurt his pride, he was happy as long as he made her happy. But if he messed up again, he would treat the singer like the queen she was.

As they stayed in each other's embrace, they were unaware of the third party watching from the door. Clearing his throat, Kylian made his presence known. As Y/N went frigid with fear, she looked towards Halland for help, but all he did was nod slightly as if to say, 'talk to him. Please, for all our sakes', to which she agreed. "If you need me, I'll be with the others, okay."

And with that, the Norwegian left, but not before he and his rival had a short stare-down. The PSG player slowly walked towards his ex-lover as if she was a scared animal, worried she would run off at a moment's notice. They fell into a heavy silence as he kept his distance beside her. "What happened to us, mon amore?" the player asked, looking at the girl. "We ended, Kylian, that's what happened. You ripped my heart in two, and you left." the bitter tone was enough to tell mbappe how she felt about the split.

"That was a mistake, ange de mon coeur" God, she missed the sound of him speaking french, but Y/N refused to cave in - she couldn't. Getting up, she began to walk towards the door. This conversation was over. Kylian walked behind her, quickly grabbing her wrist and gently making her stop dead in her tracks. "Let go of me, please", refusing to look in his direction. Her heart begged her to embrace him. But if she did, there was a chance that this would end in disaster. She would be left like a broken china doll again, leaving her to put herself together again. It was not going to happen.

"Let's talk about this, please" Kylian sounded just as desperate, if not more, as he refused to let go of her hand as he intertwined their fingers. "No, Kylian, we shouldn't talk about it." in a fable attempt to deny him any comfort, she removed her hand from his. "Why not" now he was on the brink of crying, "bébé, please look at me." he knew how to tug on her heartstrings as she turned to look into his deep eyes. She said, inches apart and breath fanning each other's faces.

"Kylian, don't" as this point, she didn't know what she was saying no to, but frankly, she didn't care. "Don't call me that" it sounded like more of a plea than a demand. "But you love it when I speak french." he knew what he was doing, and in his defence, it was working. "that is exactly the problem, Kylian. We can't keep doing this" Y/N was frustrated and angry, and the alcohol was not helping. "Doing what?" now playing oblivious, they looked into eyes of each other, both telling two different stories.

"We aren't good for each other" the whisper did not sound very convincing. "Did Halland tell you that?" the question was a mixture of anger and dread. What could the Norwegian have said to her before his arrival? "No" a slight sight of relief didn't mean he was out of the woods yet. "Then why" his voice was small and breathy, as if he was unsure if he wanted to know the answer.

"You hurt me, Kylian. I thought you were my one, and you destroyed me." The silence was deafening as they stood face to face for the first time in a year. "I told you things I had never told anyone. I let you into my world. I showed you my dreams and fears, and you disregarded them. I put my heart in your hand, and you threw it away like it was nothing, Ky it hurt. Did I not even deserve to be broken up face to face? Did I mean that little to you?" As he stood there and listened, he felt his throat dry as his words got stuck.

"No, ma reine", he protested. How could Y/N say that? she meant everything to him - did she not know that? "Then why did you hurt me?" tears again fell from her eyes for the nth time. "I don't know" the singer appreciated his honesty, but it still hurt. "But it was the biggest regret I have ever had."

"That doesn't fix things. Kylian"

"I know"

As the two stood closer than ever, they felt the tension hit the stratosphere. "But it's a start." with that, two sets of lips collided in a feverish kiss, tongue and teeth, swirl and bite. Hands all over each other as they momentarily forgot their problems. Breaking apart with heavy breathing and noses still touching, "If we do this promise me one thing", Y/N said, short of breath, "Anything, ma princess." giving him a small peck on the lips before speaking ", please don't leave me again."

"let get out of here"

"my place?"

"sure"

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MY MEMORY HAS JUST BEEN SOLD – E. MUNSON HEADCANONS

𖥻 summary: a few headcanons about this concept about rockstar!eddie. 𖥻 pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x model!reader. 𖥻 warnings: fluffy ig. not proofread.

💭 liv's thoughts: i can't stop thinking about this so i developed the few ideas i had!! totally gonna write more about this later lmao. i hope you like it! oh, i just posted my 900 followers celebration, so feel free to join!

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🎸ㆍBeing just another girl from the small and narrow-minded town of Hawkins, you were never much ambitious about your own dreams, trying to keep them as down-to-Earth as possible. But now you can't help but be amazed at how far you've come as you stare at the February issue of Sports Illustrated magazine with your picture on the cover.

🎸ㆍAll the stress you felt while posing in that sparkly and very itchy bikini was worth it, you recognize now. You don't think you've ever looked this good in your entire life, and it was certainly the achievement of all your past daydreams.

🎸ㆍYou have done a few photoshoots throughout your life, but none felt this real or this big. Those small TV commercials and good-girl ads on the interior pages of Seventeen Magazine had nothing on this. The cover meant you were in the same category as the other recognizable names in the industry, and your agent made sure that your gigs were on that level, too: editorials for Vogue, New York, Milan, and Paris Fashion Week, meetings with Gianni Versace and Todd Oldham.

🎸ㆍYou were getting big, and your lifestyle grew bigger with you. After establishing yourself in Los Angeles your routine consisted of trips to New York, couture fittings, photoshoots, parties until early in the morning, and repeat. Sleep was important, too, though it was never your top priority.

🎸ㆍEvery time you were out doing something impressive, like getting your pictures taken by Steven Meisel on top of Brooklyn Bridge, wearing only a Chanel gown and no shoes, a little voice in the back of your mind wondered what your friends back in Hawkins might be thinking of you now.

🎸ㆍIn all honesty, you were never popular, like Steve Harrington or Cindy Cunningham. You have always kept a girl-next-door profile, being nice to everyone who decided to talk to you, but also preferring the company of your intimate circle of friends and staying in, instead of attending those big High School parties. So, you can only imagine their surprise to find out that the model in one of those magazines is you. If they even care.

🎸ㆍYou just never expected to be answered by bumping into a very familiar face at the Rainbow, on one of your nights out with your LA friends. Sunset Strip was about a mile long, and yet, you two had met again as you were passing by to get back to your table.

🎸ㆍ"Hey, hotshot," Eddie Munson greeted you with a playful smile, his big brown eyes drifting down your figure before settling on yours. He hasn't changed at all. Long dry hair, slightly flushed cheeks, and that same mischievous gleam in his eyes. He wore his old jean vest, the one with the metal bands patches. The only thing that was different was his new shiny leather jacket, which glowed under the bar's yellow lights.

🎸ㆍThen, you go to sit at his table, where the rest of his band was. Corroded Coffin was grabbing headlines everywhere in the country, mainly because of their new approach to Metal, composing elaborate guitar riffs and melodic choruses, making commercial music but with that underground edge. But also because of their Dungeons and Dragons inspired songs, which weren't well received by the older audience and labeled as Satanic. Because of this, their albums all have the increasingly popular 'Parents Advisory' sticker.

🎸ㆍThey are also known to make Nerd-Metal music, which was a genre specifically created to describe their music. Just one album out and they're already infamous.

🎸ㆍAs far as you remember, Eddie Munson already had a reputation for himself back at home, but now that he had one hundred percent surrendered to the rockstar lifestyle, his notoriety was unprecedented. He was in every music magazine, every TV channel and everyone seems to know who he is – something that he handles more gracefully than you thought he would. Eddie seems to really like the attention.

🎸ㆍWell, next thing you know, you're standing at the side stage of Corroded Coffin's gig at The Troubadour, and Eddie merrily walks up to you holding a backstage pass. I believe it's needless to say that this was the first of many passes to come.

🎸ㆍThe beginning of your relationship wasn't easy at all, given your busy schedules. It seemed like whenever you had free time, he had an interview; or when he could spend the entire day at his hotel room, hanging out, you had to leave for another tiring photoshoot. It took a long while until you figured out how to make things work.

🎸ㆍBut you have to admit that those late-night escapades to his rented room in Chateau Marmont are forever engraved in your mind. Besides the endless partying, there was nothing better than laying on Eddie's side while he lazily played guitar for you, as you shared one of those long lounging chairs by the hotel's poolside. 🎸ㆍHe swears he had never written as many songs as he did when you did that. The thought of you, laying so gracefully on that chair with the sun coming up above you, on the horizon… man, it inspires him to the max.

🎸ㆍTogether, you started to build the reputation of an it-couple, or whatever those teenage magazines say about you. All you know is that his fans also became your fans, especially the young girls. Suddenly, it was like Corroded Coffin's concert audiences became a sea of mini-yous – wearing clothes reminiscent of your style, haircuts similar to yours, eyeliner just as smokey.

🎸ㆍAppearing on the cover of gossip magazines started to be normal for the two of you. People would start the most outlandish rumors about your relationship, and according to the issues, you got married exactly ten times throughout 1994.

🎸ㆍBut your rising fame as a couple also brought the most recognized campaign of your career so far: the Guess Jeans advertisement you shot walking through West Hollywood, just living another normal day of your lives – well, with constant wardrobe changes. There were a bunch of really good pictures, like the one of you in all-denim at a record store, holding Corroded Coffin's new album; one where Eddie is sitting on top of a random motorcycle (he tried to buy it off the owner on the spot, but the offer was rejected) with his usual jeans and leather jacket combo; and finally, one of you two walking on Hollywood's Walk of Fame. His arm is thrown on top of your shoulders as you hold his hand, and the picture captures your matching boots perfectly.

🎸ㆍEddie requests for that photo to be printed on a big canvas so that he could hang it up on his living room wall, and it's his main decor item ♡

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— 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

pairing: art school! hyunjin x fem! reader (+felix)

genre: light enemies to lovers, love at first sight, angst, smut, barista (y/n).

warnings: profanity, jealousy, mature themes, chainsmoker hyunjin, unprotected sex, mentions of death (very brief).

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i. 08:43am

Hyunjin was contemplating murder.

“You’re holding up the line, hotshot,” he deadpanned, burning holes in the dude’s back.

Awful pick up line cut in half, the man of the hour turned around, eyeing Hyunjin’s stoic face.

Well, not so much eyeing, all things considered. More like looking up, intimidation failing to quite…reach. Hyunjin wasn’t the tallest of men, standing at 5’ 10’’, but this guy was a fucking joke.

You couldn’t seriously be entertaining him.

Hyunjin grinned down at him, honeycomb hair falling in his eyes. “Scutter along, playboy.”

The man was too stunned to speak, grabbing his drink and fucking off to wherever he’d come from. Fucking finally.

You weren’t amused, to say the least, but then again, you never were when it came to him. Instead, you glared. Hard.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he smiled warmly at you, hands resting against the counter, arms flexing.

Your gaze dropped to the veins popping through his skin. You blinked, once, twice—ah, there it was, Hyunjin thought.

That rosy blush that painted your cheeks every time he did that—it made him weak inside. He wanted to see you blush for him, but in a different setting entirely.

Specifically, under him—

“What can I get you, Hyunjin? Surely you don’t come just to scare away my customers,” you snarled, wiping the espresso machine.

He ignored your little comment. “And, surely, you, my angel, know my order by now.”

He noticed the way your breath caught at the pet name, enjoying watching you make his coffee, flustered, avoiding his stare.

It had started as harmless teasing; freshman Hyunjin had walked into this small coffee shop, craving an iced americano, sketchbook in hand, excited about starting art school.

And then you’d turned around, and— well. Well. Hyunjin had never been in love, but he was pretty sure that was fucking it. You’d ruined him for any other person.

Too bad you hated his fucking existence. He’d tried his best everyday, to be soft, to tone down that damn sarcasm that always got him in trouble. He left you generous tips, came to hang out after or in between classes, sketching away as he stole glances at you.

You had called him a stalker, and he’d laughed in your face.

“A psychopath, then,” you’d claimed.

“Only for you, sweetheart. Why don’t you tell me your name?”

“Fuck off.”

He’d smirked at you, arms crossing over his chest. “I’ll take my time breaking you, angel.”

“I’d like to see you try, pretty boy.”

So he did. And, fuck, has it been fun, because he could see, underneath the tough exterior, and adorable mean faces, you secretly loved it. The attention he gave you, his overprotective ness of you, how jealous he’d get when boys would try to flirt with you.

You knew, deep down—you belonged with him. You did ever since he found you, almost two years ago.

Hyunjin carried himself with a sort of elegant arrogance; popularity had come to him easy. His talent was unmatchable—a product of numerous hours of hard work; acrylics, oils, coal, he’d practiced it all, and he can’t not admit that it had been lonely, locked inside a room, thoughts turned into color, painting becoming an undistinguishable extension of him.

Had the brushes and the pencils, and the papers not been there, he wouldn’t have survived. Perhaps, some thought that to be an over exaggeration , but there had been nothing else for him, except this.

The smell of graphite, the hard callouses whispering of softwood—blank, textured paper waiting to be filled. All he’s known.

And then you. His coffee shop girl.

ii. 15:31pm

“Put that out, it’s disgusting,” you commented, picking up after a table that had just left.

Hyunjin sat by the door, smoking, sipping on his coffee. Sun out, and a pleasant wind blowing, his sketchbook lay open on the pavement.

“What do I get if I do?” He dared, turning to you.

You had a beautiful neck, he’d always thought so. Sometimes he thought you did it on purpose; clipping your hair away, exposing it. He wanted to leave open mouthed kisses along the side, just below your ear, traveling down to your collarbone—

Hyunjin looked away, tongue licking against the inside of his cheek, and took a drag of his cigarette.

You mused over his question, tray in hand. “I don’t know, a longer life span, maybe?” You said sarcastically.

He hummed, chuckling. “Tempting as it is, sweetheart, I’ll pass.”

You raised your eyebrows, taking him in. Mid length, soft looking hair, sunglasses hiding, what you know to be dark brown eyes, an oversized t-shirt, and blue jeans, with black vans. Rings adorning long fingers.

Picture perfect boyfriend material.

And yet, he got on your last nerve every time he opened his mouth. You couldn’t figure out what it was, exactly—maybe the relentless flirting, or the smugness of him. But it was a shame, because he—

Well, he was fucking hot.

You shook your head, denying your own thoughts.

“Suit yourself, prince. That’s just what I think,” you went to pass by him, to go inside, but his hand shot out to stop you, grabbing your wrist.

You gasped, trying to balance the tray in your palm again, and looked down at him angrily.

“Are you fucking crazy, Hyunjin? All these glasses could’ve smashed on your head!”

He smiled at that, moving his sunglasses to the top of his head, squinting up at you. His hand was warm against your skin.

Ignore it, ignore it, ignore it—

“I would, for you,” he said. “Quit. I would do it for you.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, so you went to pull away from his grasp. He let you, that same smile staying on his full lips.

Your heart skipped several beats, bewildered. He confused the hell out of you, with his pet names, and longing looks. But you couldn’t ignore your mind, telling you what a bad idea it was to let such a person in.

He’d ruin you. There was no getting over someone like Hwang Hyunjin, that you were sure of.

Later, when he brought his empty coffee mug inside, he left a piece of paper underneath it.

Pretending to clean, you avoided him, making sure he was well gone before taking a peak at what it was.

A sketch of you—of your profile, more like, pouring a shot of espresso in a to go cup, colored in innocent pastel markers.

There your heart went again, betraying you. You looked around, before shoving the picture in your bag, dusting off your apron, awkwardly.

You hated Hwang Hyunjin. He was conceited, and pompous—he thought everything revolved around him. Talented, no question, but you wouldn’t fall for it.

You wouldn’t fall for him, period. You absolutely refused.

iii. 09:02am

Lee Felix would be your new coworker, your manager announced, and went back to his receipts.

“Train him good, yeah?”

You remained in your place behind the counter, broom in hand, staring at his blonde head and constellation freckles.

“Hi, (Y/N)!” He waved at you, beaming, as he grabbed an apron, and awaited instructions.

You knew Lee Felix—he was Hyunjin’s best friend, from what you’d gathered. At times, they’d walk in together, one iced americano, one strawberry smoothie, looking like they’d just jumped out of a magazine cover, and it would be very hard not to gape at them the whole time.

Felix was the extreme opposite of Hyunjin; this boy was made of the purest sunlight, the kindest customer you’ve ever had. He always asked how you were, and made small talk with you, as his friend scowled, and stared at you. Felix didn’t give borderline creepy vibes, unlike some—he was a genuinely sweet person, that always managed to make your day simply by smiling your way.

But—he hated coffee, always complained that the smell of it made him nauseous, so—what was he doing, working here?

You couldn’t help but be suspicious of his motives. You hoped it had nothing to do with a certain ‘I’d quit for you’ boy.

Not that everything had to do with him—

Ugh. Thinking of that interaction had your stomach doing backflips, and you weren’t certain if that was good or bad.

“Hey, star shine,” you gave him a small smile. “Ready to learn?”

He wasn’t horrible. He caught on fast, and tried his best, but the menu was long, and the recipes extensive, so it would take him a while no matter how bright he was. Not to mention working the espresso machine, something that had troubled you greatly—working with you he’d be okay, but if he ever was to open by himself... Suffice to say, you’d have your hands full for a bit.

Around lunch time, you made him his signature smoothie as a reward. Felix perked up at it, putting the straw between his lips, and chugging the entire thing.

“You’re the best,” he said, watching you prepare some pick up orders, back turned to the door.

“Eh… I’ve just worked here for too long,” you replied, simply, looking up when the little bell signaled a new customer.

“I got it! Hello, how—Hyun!”

Fuck. You put the Frappuccino’s in the cooler, filling plastic cups with ice. Anything to distract you.

“My two favorite people working together, huh?”

Felix laughed, leaning across the counter to greet his friend. You couldn’t help it, then, you caved.

Hyunjin was standing tall, and handsome, in his workshop overalls, paint all over them, a white t-shirt underneath, hair away from his face, in a half bun.

You nearly gave in. No person should be allowed to look that effortlessly good, especially when that person was supposed to be the enemy.

But why? Why did he have to be? Sure, he had a big ego, and rattled your nerves incessantly, but—that surely wasn’t reason enough?

You realized then, there was no justifiable cause for your hatred towards him. You just convinced yourself to dislike him, shoving him in a box and keeping him there, just cause of a smart comment he’d made when he first met you.

That was years ago.

Your heart told you it wouldn’t be for long. You can only deny the truth for so long.

Fuck.

iv. 18:10pm

Locking the shop, you threw the keys in your bag, turning to walk to the bus station.

You would’ve done exactly so, if you hadn’t noticed Hyunjin sitting on the stairs outside his school, cigarette in hand, sketching away. Normally, you’d leave him to it—many evenings he sat there, in his own world.

But today, he looked upset.

It’s none of my business��

But what if he needs someone?

Felix had classes, where is he at?

Sighing, you clenched your bag closer to your body, and crossed the street. You closed the distance between you, careful not to scare him, and even then you second guessed yourself.

You weren’t entirely sure why you felt responsible to fix his mood. But Hyunjin was rarely so visibly distressed, in all the time you knew him. He’d fake anger, sure, when he kicked male customers out with his snarky comments, and mean looks, but you’d never seen him this closed up.

You silently sat down next to him, peaking at his sketchbook. He was outlining the wings of a very intricate butterfly, tobacco ashes smudging the page.

“Hello, sweetheart,” he murmured, not once lifting his head.

“Hey…” you trailed off, not really knowing what to say. “What are you doing?”

He brought the cigarette to his lips, hair sheltering his face. His pencil continued its way to the main body of the butterfly, slightly shading the edges of the wings.

“Making a gift.”

A gift? You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. “It looks pretty.”

He exhaled through his nose, smoke coming out of his nostrils. Then, he finally tilted his head towards you, face supported by his hand.

Your mouth opened, and closed. Hyunjin was sad—the kind that withered flowers, brought clouds, and caused rain.

You did not like seeing him like this, at all. You’d much prefer the cocky boy that was obsessed with bitter coffee, if that meant he got to keep smiling.

Perhaps, you cared about Hwang Hyunjin more than you let on. Perhaps, that terrified you.

“Why are you here, angel? Thought you hated me,” he said, putting the cigarette butt out.

“Yeah, I thought so too.”

He stared at you, unblinking, and then moved ever so slightly, ever so slowly—

He kissed you.

And it was many things, but his lips tasted like smoke and mint, his lips were soft and plumb against yours—he kissed you like he didn’t mean to, but couldn’t help himself, guarded and yet entirely at your mercy.

You kissed back. And you understood, then—you’ve always loved him.

Always dreaded him.

It very much felt like hate.

His hands cupped your cheeks, softly caressing the skin with his thumbs, his hair tickling you, his breath mixing with your own. You fall, and fall, fall fall fall, leaning deeper into the kiss, into him, and he lets you, guides you, opens the door greeting you warmly—

This is what I’ve been feeling for you. This is what I feel, and for the longest time I thought you felt nothing.

You pulled back, getting up suddenly. Losing your footing, you almost collapse on top of him, but he holds you up by your arm. You’re panting, denying, denying, denying, scared, fucking shaking, because—

What if you lost him? What if it ended? You’d build your walls up, keeping him out for this exact reason.

No one gets over someone like Hwang Hyunjin.

You had caved in, and you had lost already.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” you told him, overwhelmed, panicking.

He looked at you from his place at the stairs, unmoving, quiet.

“You shouldn’t have—you—I,” you took a deep breath, willing your thoughts to make sense, “I hate you, I—I’m sorry, I just wanted to see if you’re alright.”

Hyunjin took his time closing his sketchbook, while you stumbled over your words. He took out his lighter, lighting what would be the last cigarette of his pack, taking a long drag of it, meanwhile never taking his eyes off of your embarrassed figure.

You were blushing profusely, looking at anything but him.

“I’m alright, sweetheart,” he finally replied. “Are you?”

You had to leave. “I’m sorry, I can’t—”

Hyunjin watched you go in a hurry. And even though, you freaked out and ran away from him, the fact that you kissed back made all the difference.

v. 08:35am

The next day, Felix opened with you, so he could begin to learn the routine of the morning shift.

Hyunjin didn’t come in, as he usually did on a Thursday. If Felix knew something, he didn’t say, instead focusing on grinding coffee beans, merrily humming to the song that played low throughout the shop.

After a rush—students getting their caffeine fix before classes started—it was just you and Felix again, wiping surfaces, and cutting cake slices for the display.

You had to ask. You had to ask, because it was killing you. You didn’t sleep a wink, instead running through the events of the stairs. You could still feel Hyunjin on your lips, even after washing your face, even when hours passed, and you lay wide awake on your twin sized bed, praying he would seep through your skin, at last, so you wouldn’t feel the ghost of him remaining.

“I have a question.” You braced for impact, thinking this would definitely get back to Hyunjin.

Felix threw an irresistible smile at you, waiting. “Shoot!”

You chewed on your lip, before breathing deeply. “I saw Hyunjin yesterday, by the stairs… Is—is he okay? He looked sad.”

Felix pursed his lips, and took a sip of his smoothie. “His mom’s one year death anniversary was yesterday.”

What? Oh my God. And you made it all about you, telling him you hated him, and disappearing on him after he took a risk kissing you!

You were a horrible person. If anything, you were the self absorbed one—you’d never asked, never cared—if he was okay, if he was having a good day. Yet, he always did.

In his own way. But he did, nonetheless.

“He never told you?”

You shook your head.

“I’m guessing he didn’t want you to pity him. He really likes you, you know.”

To that, you nodded, shamefully. “I do, too.”

Felix raised his eyebrows, smirking. “About damn time, no?”

“Now how about you tell him that?”

vi. 19:47pm

On Saturday, Hyunjin showed up just as you were about to close.

Dressed in jeans, and a band tee, hair wet falling across his forehead, he waited patiently by the door, while you gathered your stuff, lollipop hanging from his mouth.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said softly, as you moved past him.

Shop closed for the day, you two walked side by side, in comfortable silence. The sky was a thousand colors, and the weather was warm—life didn’t feel real, with him by you, like this.

“What’s with the lollipop?” You asked, trying hard not to look at him directly.

It was unfair to look that good sucking on candy.

“I quit smoking.”

‘I’d do it. For you.’

After everything, you couldn’t bring yourself to act as you did before, around him. It had seemed forever ago that your feelings for him were hostile.

You were incredibly ashamed of how you’d treated him. Everyone’s fighting a silent war, used to be something you’d tell yourself everyday, going through high school, but there you were, not giving the time of day to a guy that, if you were being totally honest, protected you from weirdo’s on the daily.

Challenged you, made your days interesting just by lightly teasing you. He never crossed a line, never insulted you.

“What’s that you got there?” He asked you, changing the subject, looking at the bag you were carrying.

You looked at it, too, remembering it was there. “Oh! Strawberry cake. It came fresh today, and I wanted to try it.”

You both looked up at the same time, eyes locking.

“Angel…” he seemed in a trance, time stopping.

Angel. Before, you’d roll your eyes, call bullshit. Today, where you stood, that word coming from his lips was heavenly.

You wished for nothing more but to hear him say it again.

Hyunjin cursed, arm reaching out to get your hand in his.

“We need to talk. Can I take you to my studio, sweetheart?”

Too caught up in his beauty to form words, you nodded, stupidly.

He smiled at you. A real, genuine smile. All for you.

vii. 20:05pm

His studio was utterly and uniquely him.

One huge room, half of it dedicated to art, filled with half finished canvases, and art supplies, backdrops hanging from the ceiling, projects piling on a desk on the far end of the window wall with the stained glass.

The other half a normal kitchen and living room, the two separated by a table counter. The mess appeared almost purposeful. The apartment wasn’t dirty, it was just—

The mind of an artist. Chaos.

“Amused by my inability to clean?” He joked, studying you taking in his space.

You scrunched your face, biting your lip. “It’s not that. This…makes sense.”

He chuckled, leading you by the hand to his couch.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He brought spoons, and the two of dug into the cake, the fresh, ripe strawberries melting in your mouth. You moaned, excited to be eating something sweet after a long day at work.

Sharing cake with Hyunjin, at his house of all places. This was something out of your wildest dreams, and yet, it all felt a little too normal.

After all, this is a guy you’ve been seeing almost every single day for the past two years of your life. You’ve served him countless coffees, watched him sketch for hours—he’d even walked you to the bus station one time, worried a creep that had been flirting with you a little too aggressively, would try something.

In the moment, you never really realized, but in retrospect, you and Hyunjin had been together a lot.

Never this close, though. And you’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel different, this time, more personal.

You were sure your feelings were painted on your face, and surprisingly, you didn’t particularly care. You wanted it to happen. You didn’t want to keep hiding behind your finger, anymore.

“I owe you an apology. I’ve been nothing but a bitch to you.”

Hyunjin shook his head. “Don’t say that about yourself, angel. I came on too hard, and freaked you out.”

You turned to face him completely. He looked so calm, so content. How had you never seen it before?

Why had you been so adamant on pushing him away?

“No. I was still wrong. Let me do this—”

“(Y/N), please—”

“Hyunjin!” You sighed, exasperated. “This is why we fight. Because you’re so hardheaded!”

He laughed, then, hands reaching out to grab your face. You froze, astute.

“We don’t fight, angel. We bicker. I love bickering with you.”

His mouth attacked yours, pushing you down on the couch. Your back hitting the pillows, you circled your arms around his neck, hands caressing the nape of it.

It was like a fire lit between you, engulfing you both in its flames. Your whole chest was burning with the need to feel him closer, to touch him.

“Angel,” he whispered against your lips. Your eyelashes fluttered, the desire to kiss him again too strong.

“Tell me. Before I continue, tell me,” he pushed the hair out of of your face, lovingly, eyes gazing deep into yours, “if you feel the same. I’ve been hooked on you, sweetheart. Ever since I met you.”

You were about to tell him the scariest three words you’ve ever said—but he had to know. It was overdue, it was necessary he knew.

You touched his cheek, leaving a kiss on the edge of his mouth. He followed your movements like his life depended on them—on you.

“I love you,” you whispered.

The way his eyes lit up, that rare, addictive warmth of his that you’ve only witnessed a handful of times—you would never get enough of his happiness. It was such a whole experience, so very precious.

“Took you fucking long enough, my sweet girl.” He picked you up, wrapping his arms around you in the most delicious way, bringing you on his lap.

You could feel every inch of him—your hunger grew ferocious.

His eyes scanned your face, silently asking for consent, his hands at the hem of your shirt. You kissed him, instead, guiding his hands underneath.

He wasted no time getting you both naked, unhooking your bra, his tongue trailing down from your mouth to your breasts, fingers toying with your nipples.

“Fuck, angel, you’ve no idea how many times I’ve thought about this...”

His other hand moved down, unzipping your jeans, getting lost in your thighs. When he cupped your cunt, you were soaked.

“Goddamn, (Y/N),” his mouth devoured yours, crazy with want, cock painfully hard.

Pausing to remove your pants, you straddled him once again, running your hands over his firm arms, mouth moving to his neck, sucking on it. He groaned, his fingers finding your wetness, rubbing slow circles on your clit.

“Fuck… Hyunjin…”

“Tell me what you need,” he pressed his forehead against yours, your scents becoming one.

You, you, you, everywhere, always—

You moved against his fingers, rubbing yourself on him. The idea of you, doing this with him. It was absurd.

Nothing had felt more right.

All of your senses were wide awake, so entirely consumed by him, and his hands, his breath, his clean scent, the sweat forming, the way his hair fell in his eyes—

His eyes. The way they stared you down, feral, growing darker by the minute. The sounds that escaped your mouth were sinful, and he could absolutely not fucking take it anymore, he’s waited long enough, has wished for this, for you, in any way he could have you, take you, make you his.

His moans were a guttural sound, coming from the back of his throat. You put your hands on his chest, feeling the vibration of them, moving upwards, fingers wrapping around his neck, his head falling back.

He was the angel. He looked unreal, his naked body clenching, his movements never faulting, carrying you through an intense orgasm.

There were no words to describe—all of the buried emotions you refused to accept, they were all bubbling up, spilling out of you, destroying you, and Hyunjin was picking up the pieces.

“I need to be inside you, angel. Please.” Never breaking eye contact, he flipped you, positioning you underneath him, while he stood, one knee between your legs, arm extended over you, holding the back of the couch.

He stayed like that for a moment, just drinking you in, sprawled out, in his house, ready for him. He thanked whatever God granted him such joy, for he had dreamed of this many times.

You, wanting him back. His coffee girl embracing him, trusting him.

The moment he entered you, you both clang to one another, the feeling of his stretching you alone, overwhelming. His mouth against your ear, his heavy breathing scorching. You dug your nails in his back, moving with him.

“Fuck, (Y/N)…” His thrusts were slow, savoring, learning the ways you responded to him.

“Please, Hyunjin, please…”

Hyunjin watched you come apart, your broken moans music to his ears, a melody he’d like to memorize by heart. The way your body synchronized with his, your open mouth, head thrown back, unraveling before him—

“My beautiful girl…never leaving you—never allowed to leave me.”

A symphony. Heaven.

You made love like that, time no longer a concept, exploring each other, until you both came undone, shuddering, breathless, tightly enveloping.

A kiss on your forehead, and a silent question.

Will you stay?

You did; you stayed. You and Hyunjin talked till the early hours of the next morning, hands clasped together, hearts whispering, connected.

I found you.

I’m with you, now.

viii. 05:04am

“I’m sorry about your mom,” you mumbled against his chest, half asleep.

He froze, momentarily, a deep sigh escaping his red lips, fingers drawing circles on your naked back.

“She had to go,” he replied quietly. “That’s what she told me. The cancer was eating her alive.”

Your head rose to meet his eyes, your chest heavy. He looked calm, if not a little tired. He gave you a soft smile, his eyes forming crescent moons, promising you he was okay.

“It was just me and her, but I guess that’s why she introduced me to painting. So I wouldn’t be alone.”

“She liked butterflies.”

You laid back down, burying your face in the crook of his neck, in fear of him noticing the tears in your eyes. He felt them, anyway.

You would never forgive yourself for telling him you hated him. You never did. Hate him.

You hated the way he made you feel.

You would never be able to get over Hwang Hyunjin.

That was fine with you, as long as you got to love him, first.

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𖥻 TAKE YOUR GUESSES 1 ! ★

𖥻 CHARACTERS !

Part one: Albedo, Beidou, Childe, Diluc, Gorou, Jean, Kaeya x afab!reader

Part two: Kazuha, Lisa, Scaramouche, Thoma, Venti, Yae Miko, Zhongli x afab!reader

𖥻 SUMMARY!

Do they like your ass, tits, or thighs? Take your guesses !

𖥻 WARNINGS!

NSFW, smut, afab!reader but you/your pronouns, mentions of fantasies (Albedo & Gorou), thigh riding (Albedo), public touching (Beidou & Kaeya) , Gorou wanting you to crush his head with your thighs, slapping and squeezing ass!?, Praising (Kaeya), lmk if more

𖥻 MINS SPEAKS !

This is part one ! woop woop

𖥻 ALBEDO !

He loves loves LOVES your thighs. When you're working, his eyes linger from your head to your thighs. He has fantasies about riding your thighs. He gets flustered when you catch him looking at you.

"Like what you see?" You chuckled. He blushes and goes back to work with you on his mind. He just can't wait until he's finished with his work so he can ask you to help him with his "issue".

𖥻 BEIDOU !

Beidou loves your boobs. She loves playing with them when you guys are alone. But, she won't hesitate to tease you in public. She'll move her hand from your thigh to your stomach to the lower half of your breast.

Beidou will whisper sweet nothings to you. She just cannot wait to go home and fuck to till you cry! Let's hope nothing ruins her plans or she WILL be angry. Your hers and only hers! Cute, right!?

𖥻 CHILDE !

Childe loves every part of you. He doesn't have a preference! When you guys are intimate, he will always focus on you and your body. He craves you everyday and can't help it.

Childe will admit. He is whipped by you. But does he care? No! He's never felt this way before. The way his body tenses when you enter the room makes him want to faint. You casted a spell on him and he didn't mind.

𖥻 DILUC !

Diluc loves every piece of you. He does. But the way your boobs look makes him melt. You know this. You will wear shirts that compliment your chest. As you walk into the tavern, his knees shake when he sees you.

He can't wait till its closing time just for you to fuck him. The thought of it makes him want to close the Angel's Share early. But he couldn't. He just had to wait 3 painful hours before he gets to touch you.

𖥻 GOROU !

He loves your thighs. He prays to God that you crush his head with them. He giggles at the thought of it. His eyes follow you around and he'll get really REALLY flustered when you catch him.

Gorou will muster up the courage to tell you how he feels about his fantasy. He would constantly lay his head on your thighs. It relaxes him… in two ways. Gorou will always and forever love your thighs.

𖥻 JEAN !

Now, I feel like she would be an ass girl. But also a boob lover. She would sneak behind you and slap your ass or squeeze it. (with consent) She loves how you squeal when she does that.

Or, how you would purposely shove her face close to your breast when cuddling. Saying that "it was an accident" when you both know it wasn't. Her cheeks would be RED. Nodding at you while mumbling, "just an accident."

𖥻 KAEYA !

I WANNA SEE SOME ASS!!! #1 ass and thigh lover. He loves smacking your ass in public when he knows you get embarrassed by it. But when you guys are alone, good luck on walking.

While aftercare, he would brush his hands on your thighs. He praises how good you were. On regular days, when he's tired, he will go in-between your thighs and place kisses everywhere. Such a gentleman.

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Your work is so interesting to read! Can I request for closet cock/cumslut Lucifer x M!Mc?

𖥻 characters... lucifer x m!reader

𖥻 genre... nsfw oneshot

𖥻 warnings... nsfw!! minors, ageless blogs and fem aligned will be blocked, amab!reader [reader has a dick], soft dom!reader, bottom!lucifer, established relationship but not specified, L word bombs, degradation lolol, dirty talking baby!, and praise lets go!, power play, anal fingering [trying not to laugh as i write this], overstimulation, dacryphilia, drooling, dumbification?, raw sex?? [adding this just in case], aftercare!!!, kinda mushy heheh i luv luci, u should also consider turning ur volume down if ur around people lol

𖥻 a.n... gah damn i've managed to gain a horny following .... well can't say i'm surprised LMFAOAOO your wish is my command my dear ₍⑅ᐢ-.-₎ฅ₍ᐢ..ᐢ⑅₎ i'm not confident in my smut writing abilities since the only time i've ever written sumn remotely smutty was my last post but i hope this was to your liking!!

it was late, the night was young and the air was relatively cool despite the fireplace being lit, that was devildoms nature for you. most of devildom was asleep by now, save for you and a certain demon lord. the study's red velvet chair felt smooth and luxurious against your skin, you couldn't help but feel the rush of power that surged through you.

lucifer morningstar, previously known as heaven's most beautiful angel, the now mighty avatar of pride, the oldest brother of the seven demon lords, prince diavolo's right hand man, was fully nude and on his knees in front of you as you sat back in his chair.

a flush ran down his body, from his ears all the way down to his v line. though despite his evident blush, the look on his face would've disintegrated any regular demon. however because it was a sight you saw often, it no longer had an affect on you.

"aw, is the almighty lucifer morningstar angry? hm?" you cooed, raking a finger down his cheek, letting out an amused chuckle as he hardened his glare.

you knew despite how enraged he looked, he thrived off of being treated like this. you also knew that it wouldn't take much more for him to finally let go of his pride and allow you to take control of him for the rest of the evening.

"lowly human, who do you think you are?" he snarled out. you couldn't stop the smile that grew on your face at his venomous retort, he was so cute when he pretended like this wasn't turning him on.

"is that how you speak to me, lucifer?" you purred, leaning towards him, bringing your face closer to his. you raised a brow, expecting him to fight back, not tolerating the disrespect you were throwing at him.

he growled, attempting to squirm his face out of your grasp, piercing glare still heavy on you.

"you say all that but your dick is reeaal hard, luci." you drawl out while chuckling, using your foot to nudge his painfully hard cock. the demon only responded by letting out a small, suppressed whimper, his resolve slowly slipping away. he struggled to keep his head up, his abdomen tensing up in a way that highlighted his abs.

"don't you want me to make you feel good, hm? don't you wanna be my good boy?" that was all it took for lucifer to finally submit to you, his whole body visibly relaxing as he stopped putting up a fight. normally, it would take a while to coerce such a prideful demon to let go of his firmness, but you had picked up on his tale tell signs of him overworking himself and knew he needed this more than anything.

he looked pretty like this一 sitting pliantly on his knees in between your legs while you rested on his chair, leaky cock standing proud against his flushed abs that he (poorly) covered with his arms, the tips of his raven hair brushing against his sharp vermillion eyes, now softly gazing up at you.

amongst the quiet noise that was intrinsic to the study, the 'please' that slipped past his lips was hardly audible, though the way he nuzzled into your palm was a clear enough indication.

you signalled to your lap, non verbally telling him to straddle you. and as though his inhibitions had flown out the window, he clumsily climbed your lap. due to his ridiculous height, it took lucifer a bit of fumbling around and squirming to finally get comfortable (which also helped rouse a little someone), and wasted no time to kiss you.

lucifer wasn't someone who expressed his affection often, be it verbally or physically. so whenever lucifer kissed you, it always left you feeling adored and appreciated. whether he gave you a quick peck or you two were having a full blown make out session, all his kisses screamed 'i love you'.

that being said, kisses were the only thing you'd let him lead when it came to the lewder side of things. it let him know that he could decide whether he wanted things to go further or stick to making out. it was an unspoken rule you both had naturally adopted at the start of your relationship and both of you found solace in the dynamic.

his lips were always soft, as if he had a care routine specifically for them, it wouldn't surprise you with how thought out lucifer was. he kissed you like it was the last thing he was ever going to do, with one hand on the back of your head, the other gripping your shoulder like his life depended on it and his soft hair tickling your cheek.

your hands flew to his hips, stopping him from grinding on you, which only made him let out a growl. you couldn't help but giggle at his eagerness, which earned you a nip on the lip. you responded by squeezing his ass, hands caressing the area around it.

once you felt as though you were running out of air, you gently pushed the demon away, who was reluctant to put distant between the two of you. you smiled at his impatience, how could you not when he was acting so cute?

with one hand still on his ass, you tapped his lips with your fingers with your other, lucifer already knowing what you wanted him to do. he took your fingers in his mouth, eyes half lidded looking at you with so much desire it ignited something in your stomach. you let him do his job with his tongue while you took the time to mark up his neck, making sure to leave marks that would disappear tomorrow morning.

when you reached the juncture between his neck and shoulders, you bit down hard, just the way you knew he liked. you looked at his face as you bit down, relishing in the way his face scrunched up in pleasure. his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes screwed shut, and his lips so beautifully wrapped around you, you felt blessed to see such a sight. it was times like this you realised why he was known as 'heaven's most beautiful angel'.

when you felt your fingers were slick enough, you moved to pull your fingers out of his mouth. lucifer squeezed the hand on your shoulder, as if to tell you to hurry up. you soothed him with a few kisses as your hand trailed back down to his hole.

as gently as you could, you eased one finger into him, letting him get used to it before taking things farther. the gasp he let out was high pitched and downright lewd, making you want to ruin him, but since you knew he was more stressed than normal, you wanted to take things slow so he could enjoy himself.

the longer you fingered him, the more loose he got, both vocally and physically.

lucifer rested his forehead on your shoulder, arms wrapped around you with a grip like a vice, a mix of high pitched whines and deep guttural growls slipping from his lips. in between all the sinful noises coming out of him, he kept his mouth on you, sucking dark bruises on whatever part he could reach.

when lucifer decided you had scissored him enough, he groaned all loud and covet while grabbing your hands.

"what is it, hm? tell me what you want, luci." you lightly commanded, pausing all your ministrations on him. the demon stayed quiet, finding it too embarrassing to speak out.

you gave him a warning squeeze and peeked down at him, raising a brow when he huffed and avoided your eyes. you shrugged at his attitude, slowly pulling your hands away when he squeezed you.

you gave lucifer a moment to collect himself, holding his waist to balance him as he lifted his head from your shoulder to look at you properly.

"want you to-" he took a sharp inhale and looked away, blush growing ever so darker, "want you to fuck me."

you cooed, awarding your demon with a kiss on his chest, trailing upwards until you reached his lips. you kept him entertained with kisses as one of your hands reached for the lube you knew he kept hidden in one of his drawers.

you broke off the kiss and gestured the demon to lay on the desk while you quickly undressed yourself, throwing your clothes off mindlessly, uncaring to where your clothes ended up.he got off your lap, pushing his cluttered paperwork to the side to make space for him to lie on. the bottle of lube opened up with a small 'pop' that was hardly audible amongst the sound rustling papers. while he was doing that, you released your dick from it's confinement, biting your lip to hold back your moan.

you gave yourself a few pumps before turning to lucifer laid out beautifully in front of you. lucifer used his elbows to prop himself up, knees pressed up together (which he probably did to cover himself but really only exposed him more) and sharp half lidded eyes watching you.

you aligned yourself with his hole, with one hand gently pushing lucifer down before taking ahold of his hand. when your tip got past his rim, his legs immediately wrapped themselves around you and his free hand gripped your biceps for stability. the noise he let out sounded like he was out of breath, as if he had just finished ten rounds with you, when in reality you were just getting started.

his hole squeezed down on your cock and you swear you saw stars. you had to take a few seconds to breathe, if you didn't calm down you wouldn't be able to guarantee you'd go easy on him. after giving him time to adjust to your length, you began to move, starting off with slow but deep thrusts before falling into a faster rhythm.

the former angel squirmed beneath you, eyes screwed shut, his mouth in the shape of an 'o' and a heavy blush coating his face and chest. with the help of the lit fireplace, you could see a sheen of sweat building up across his shaking body, though all you could focus on was the erratic rise and fall of his chest.

"aw, look at you luci, taking me like it's what you were born to do." you praised, nipping and licking the expanse of skin in front of you. lucifer didn't respond, too busy panting and moaning. you kept your pace unrelenting, your free hand moving from it's bruising grip on his thighs to play with his cock.

"yes, yes - mmph! - yes!" the avatar of pride wailed out, unraveling oh so beautifully under you. lucifer was a mess of moans, needy high pitched whines and deep incoherent mumbles tumbling out of his mouth uncontrollably with an occasional growl slipping out.

you couldn't help but stare in amazement. the usual poised, eloquent and composed first born was whimpering and whining like a bitch in heat because of you. he was crying out your name. you were the only one he allowed to see him be so vulnerable.

it gave you a rush, being in control of such a powerful being. you loved it. you loved knowing that you were the only one seeing him like this, in all his indecent grandeur. you were the only one who could make such an intelligent demon so dumb.

he let out a loud cry, and you could tell you had found his sensitive bundle of nerves. while abusing your new found knowledge, you also continued stroking him, even after his shaky hands flew down to your wrist, a sign he was close to his orgasm.

"wait! please - oh my - sl-slow down!" lucifer moaned, you were tempted to relax a bit, but the thought of teasing him further was more alluring to you. you kept your thrusts at a harsh pace, playing with his angry, red head, the way you knew would get him to cum.

and you were right— within a matter of seconds, lucifer came all over your hand with a loud raspy groan. long, thick spurts of cum painting your hand white. you slowed down your thrusts and gave his length a couple of strokes, fucking him through his high.

once he got his breathing back to a normal speed, you picked up your pace again, causing him to let out a sharp gasp. your hands travelled his body, caressing anywhere you could reach.

"no! can't, can't, can't!" the demon cried out like it was prayer, hands flying up to your stomach to stop you. you shushed him with kisses, your hand moving down to his thighs.

though despite your attempts to sooth him, tears began to trickle down his face. "'s too much- can't-" lucifer choked out, writhing around, head tipped back and lip caught between his teeth to prevent more tears from falling, though it made no difference.

you used your free hand to raise his left thigh over your shoulder, giving you a better angle. the look the demon shot you was enough to fuel you on, determined to make lucifer into a crying, drooling mess.

"that's a good boy, baby. you're doing so— shit— well. got you all dumb on my cock, just the way you like it." the praises spewed out of your mouth, grunts escaping in between your sentences. you could tell lucifer enjoyed the praise, if the way he clenched around you was anything to go by.

"so — so g-good- mmf!" the voice crack in the middle of his sentence made you smirk.

"you're such a cockslut for me." a dark chuckle fell from your lips, "you're such a sweet little thing for me, aren't ya, baby?"

the demon responded with a long whine, nodding fervently while releasing his hold on your hand and arm to cling onto your shoulders, pulling you in. he kissed you with ardor, bringing you closer to him until there was no space in between the both of you.

your hands grabbed a hold of the back of head, tugging gently at the hair sitting on the nape of his neck. upon feeling yourself reach your own release, your other hand trailed back down to his cock that was resting heavily on his cum stained stomach.

lucifer broke off the kiss, a small line of spit appearing between the two of you. his eyes were half lidded, blush spread across his cheeks, tear streaks down his face, wet swollen lips and drool pooling at the edges of his mouth. it was truly a sight so behold

"if only the others saw you like this." you whispered amid pressing open mouthed kisses on his neck, covering him in more marks, "i wonder how lord diavolo would react if he could see you like this." that was all it took for lucifer to reach his high.

his eyes rolled back at all the stimulation, your cock brutally slamming into him at a harsh pace, your hand rubbing him at an inconsistent speed, and your humiliating words were all too much for him.

with his head tipped back and your name spilling out of his lips like a prayer, he came hard, releasing all over his and your chest. you weren't far behind, following suit and cumming in his ass.

the both of you took a moment to catch your breath, panting heavy. you looked up from where your head rested on lucifer's sternum and saw he had laid his head back on the desk, eyes closed with his hair sticking to his forehead.

you smiled, wiping your dirtied hand on your thigh while the other moved the hair out of his face. you gave him a peck before pulling out your softening length from his hole.

"you did so well for me, lucifer, so good. let's get you cleaned up, hm?" using a shirt absentmindedly discarded on the floor, you wiped the cum off of the demon's chest before moving down to his hole. you cleaned off what you could, leaving the rest of the cum in him for the bath.

sliding one arm under lucifer's neck while the other moved to grab a hold of the back of his knees, you lifted him into your arms. you shifted a bit so he was in a more comfortable and secure position before making your way to the stairs (you really needed to keep it in your pants when he was in the study, the walk up to his room wasn't exactly an easy feat when you had a demon in your arms).

wordlessly, lucifer opened the locked door with magic, tiredly raising one of his fingers to do the trick.

the journey to his bedroom was silent, lucifer visibly tuckered out and shivering lightly from the overexertion. with his head on your chest, he opened his door, shutting it when the two of you set foot in his room.

you entered the bathroom, placing the limp demon in the bath and letting the warm water fill up while you went on to prepare the towels and change of clothes.

when you returned, the tub was filled with warm water and you internally chastised lucifer for using magic, he was already tired as is, you didn't want him pushing himself further (especially not when you weren't finished with him).

you squeezed behind him, gently resting his head on your shoulder. your hands eased the tightness in his muscles while also wiping away the sweat and cum on him. you focused on his shoulders for a while, the demon in between your legs occasionally letting out a groan of contentment.

as you worked your way down, lucifer practically melted in your hands, becoming like putty in your palms.

you resisted the urge to coo at him, rather choosing to concentrate on untangling the kinks in your malleable demon. you reached his legs, using one hand to separate his thighs so you could clean his fucked out hole.

the groans got increasingly louder and needier, the atmosphere in the air changed, the tension growing thicker by the second.

wrapping one arm around his lower abdomen while the other continued to clean him, you whispered directly into his ear, "who said we were done for the night, hm? was that enough to satisfy my little cockslut?"

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nativegirltapes · 11 days ago

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okay so i was thinking how about you write the night drew and angel met and him finding out her age and stuff

you’d only ever seen drew around your dad’s movie set, the two of you had small convos and constantly exchanged ‘hi’s’ and little waves, but when you seen him outside set, you knew it was your only chance.

warnings/notes: both drew and angel drunk talking, drew liking little girls lol, angel tryna be sassy nonchalant, they’re both tryna play hard to get, suggestive ending! idk if i rlly like this

it started with constant eye contact, then before you knew it you were both drunk and having a conversation about your age. "fuck, you're nineteen?" drew rubbed his head, regret filling up his body. he couldn't be seen messing around with someone as young as you, but the alcohol in his system didn’t make it seem like such a huge problem.

"well when you say it like that, it sounds bad.” you rolled your eyes, toying with drew’s hand that was much larger than yours.

“it is bad.” he chuckled. “you’re like half my age.” he never broke eye contact with you, you liked it, he was mature. “cmon,” you rubbed your hand across his chest. “you’re that much of an old man?” you giggled.

drew leaned down, his lips pressed against your ear. “yeah. waaayy too old for you.” he whispered. something about the way his hot breath hit your ear made your panties wet; he was so big, so tall, so old. you both knew it wasn’t the best decision, but god, were you both intrigued. “doesn’t mean we can’t still be friends.” you batted your eyelashes up at him, how did such a young girl like you know how to break him.

“yeah, what if you start to like me?” drew questioned you with a smirk plastered across his face. “what if you start to like me?” you turned the tables on him, trying your best to play along with his games. as if you weren’t on the verge of vomiting from the butterflies in your stomach. “who says i don’t?”

“well,” you looked away for a second, desperate to keep composure. “it’s gonna take more than that. i’m a classy girl.”

“classy girl, hm?” drew smirked, “those outfits don’t exactly scream ‘classy’.” drew looked you up and down, yeah, maybe he was using it as an excuse to check you out, but you didn’t need to know that. “yeah and you didn’t exactly scream pervert to me either.” you shot back. “but here we are.”

“woah,” drew set down his beer on the bar counter. “you’re sassy.” somehow the space between the both of you was closing, his big arms and chest practically bursting out of his shirt, you felt wrong and dirty for feeling as horny as you did. “what are you gonna do about it?”

“i don’t think you can handle what i’d do about it.” drew took another swig of his beer. you were both way past the point of drunk and horny. if drew was sober, he would’ve never came up to you in the first place. “yeah, okay.” you scoffed.

“you wanna find out?”

#⊹₊ works ⋆#⊹₊ fics ⋆#꒰ 𖥻 angel!reader ♡ ꒱#drew starkey #drew starkey headcanons #drew starkey x y/n #drew starkey x you #drew starkey blurb #drew starkey fanfiction #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey thoughts #drew starkey x female reader

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izjeon · 3 years ago

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LIVESTREAM !

idol!jungkook x fem!reader

genre: smut, established relationship, pwp (kinda)

word count: 1k

warnings: MINORS GET OUT!! not proofread, consensual sex, d&s (dominance & submission), s&m (sadism and masochism), oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), dom!jk & sub!reader, beefy kook, unrealistic sex, extreme overstimulation, multiple orgasms, copious amounts of cum, mentioned unprotected sex, unaware audience, and reader’s cooch has been through it ⛲️

+a/n: this is a repost of an old drabble for somebody who used to read my old ffs ♡ . also, this is one of my favourites from my old writing so i hope you enjoy! btw… there’s no impreg kink in this one 🙏🏾.

++ “anything for my angel.”

𖥻 L𝗶VES࣪TREAM

jungkook gripped the leather arms of his desk chair and forced a smile for the vlive he'd switched on ages ago. bts' new song, dis-ease echoed around the room and through his screen to the millions of people watching his live. "arm—” he paused and glanced underneath the desk. his breath hitched in his throat.

gosh, the sight was amazing.

with your teary eyes looking up at him so beautifully, he could just see the begging and need for mercy in your eyes as you pleased his sadistic ways as part of your punishment. he eyed the runny mascara mixing in with the hot and sticky ropes of his blissful orgasms that had pooled inside your mouth instead of shooting down your throat.

he almost came at the sight of your puffy, swollen lips perfectly swallowing the whole of his large cock. he could even feel the outline of him inside your throat with the one hand he'd kept down there to provide comfort and pet your head or push your head down even further, leaning forward to hide it from your unaware audience.

he brought himself back to reality within a second or two, "ah, my apologies, army! i thought it was getting a bit messy down there with all my devices and was thinking of ways to organise— the mind of a cleaning-freak, haha!" your hands tied behind your back with his belt didn't help at all when he suddenly bucked into your mouth twice, hiding it with him just 'adjusting himself' on the chair.

"ah, i only wanted to come on for a short while before i went back to punishing you—" your core quivered around the vibrating length inside of you and you muffled a whimper by voluntarily deepthroating him. "—...punishing you all with my handsome face."

he grinned before throwing his head back with a laugh, "that was so embarrassing, i apologise." jungkook's right fist hidden from the camera clenched and unclenched as his thumb repeatedly pushed against the plus symbol on the small pink button until he knew he'd reached the highest level.

not being able to see the devious smirk your boyfriend had on his face, your eyes bulged out of their sockets as you were forced to take in the device’s small vibrator on your clit as well as the twitching, plastic length inside of your cunt. drunk on your climax, you involuntarily squirted all over the hotel room’s carpet.

and to hide the sound of you brutally coming undone for the 13th time under the desk, jungkook continued speaking to his fans as if nothing was happening. "oh, wow," he mumbled with a glance at his phone and feigned innocence, looking back to the camera, "guys, have i really been on here with you for 35 minutes?"

"hm, i guess i'll go now since it's been a while." he smiled at the camera with a wave, "bye guys!"

you patiently waited, your hips stuttering and grinding against air in need for a fat cock to stuff your pussy. jungkook remained silent, making sure everything was off, before wheeling his desk chair backwards.

slowly, he petted your head and looked down upon you with a coo. "my little sweetheart." you whimpered and shuffled closer to him on your knees, giving his hard and erect cock a twirl of your trained tongue. you were pleading so innocently: ‘daddy, please?'. he could almost hear it.

jungkook hurriedly shoved your head flush against his inner thighs and placed his both hands against the back of your head. he started to buck relentlessly into your warm fuckhole. "so f-fucking pretty—!" and with a pained shout, he shot his third load straight down your willing throat.

you didn't even have to put in work to swallow it as it all just shot rope after rope down your throat. with heavy eyes, you moaned around his cock at the beautiful view you had of jungkook falling apart because of your mouth. your mouth. nobody else could please him as you did. nobody.

he groaned as he pulled out of your battered fuckhole, strings of white following after his pink tip. "so fucking perfect..." he mumbled, rubbing his mess all over your pouting lips with his length.

jungkook grabbed your face from under your jaw, his thumb pressing into your cheek, and pulled you up to stand. his fingers fell onto your breasts, ghosting over the nipples that he loved so much. then with a u-turn, his fingers traced over your back, giving you chills. his hands did a quick job of unbuckling your wrists. he gave you freedom.

your legs felt as if they were going to give way when you reached a shaky hand down between your legs. you cried out, fingers grazing over your swollen clit, but you slowly pulled out the vibrating intruder and held it up to his view.

"suck it clean," jungkook ordered and turned off the vibrator. his curious fingers trailed down to your own mess. covered in your juices and jungkook’s cum, the pink vibrator slid past your lips, welcomed by an eager tongue.

"oh, baby," he groaned as his fingers felt around your inner thighs. three of his fingers slipped in with little to no struggle and even though he was terribly overstimulated, he was beginning to twitch back to life.

"how many times?"

you pulled out the device and swallowed before whispering, "t-thirteen..." you cried out at the increase in his pace as he fucked you with his fingers. you collapsed onto his chest, fingers gripping tightly onto the hoodie he wore.

"p-please," you begged before biting harshly on your lip; you knew better than to ask for something from him when it was your punishment. but jungkook grinned, turning the both of you around and throwing you onto the bed.

"anything for my angel."

#livestream; fin.

do not steal, modify, or publish my work.

#jungkook smut #bts jungkook #jungkook ff #bts smut #jungkook fanfic #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader smut #jeongguk smut #jeongguk imagine #jungkook imagine #jeongguk fic #jungkook fic #bts #🌟: angel’s fics

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bbhyeoliskooks · 7 months ago

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❝𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲.❞ — SIX.

A story in which Yeonjun is your troublemaker guardian angel.

𖥻 Pairing: GuardianAngel!Choi Yeonjun x Reader (Female)

𖥻 Genre: Angst, fluff, guardianangel!au, served with 4000+ words

𖥻 Warnings: idk myself but unedited

𖥻 Playlist: Akin Ka Na Lang, Je Te Veux, Love Is You, Sweet, The One That Got Away

Every single day after Yeonjun came back was nothing short of heaven for you. At last the angel whom you thought would have left forever came back to you and every moment was better than ever.

Those nights in agony where you prayed to God, desperately hoping he’d come back were honestly worth it. No amount of crying and wishing from the heart would make you regret your decision since it all meant that he was in your embrace once again. The new found relationship was as happy as ever, but this time you two were actually dating and you could actually call him your boyfriend!

Although it hadn’t been long since you started dating- almost 3 weeks and 5 days but who was counting!- every memory and second together felt like walking on clouds. It felt like your heart flew higher than Yeonjun could’ve ever done before he became a guardian angel. He may have lost his freedom, but at least he gained something so much better, you thought as he stole a glimpse at you once again.

Every waking moment was divine and you enjoyed seeing him after the sun rose and left rather than being left with an empty bed. Your world felt perfect, so you cherished what you had with him while he was there on Earth. If it was for the rest of your life then... there was really no opposition to be found.

Never in a million years would you think you’d be in a grocery store, secretly passing kisses with your guardian angel- out of everyone in the world- and trying not to get caught from any lingering eyes in the ice cream aisle. His lips were sweeter than honey and sugar combined, and you were sure that it could replace the love of ice cream in your life. However, Yeonjun’s kisses became bolder and bolder as time passed and soon you two were making out against the chilled window of one of the ice cream freezers.

You giggled enamored, wrapping your arms around Yeonjun’s neck as he pressed a kiss against your cheek this time.

“We need to stop, Yeonjun! People will see us and-”

He interrupted you by leaving another saccharine kiss on your lips, a fresh invitation to make out that had you swooning once again.

“Aw, but Y/N.. I was just starting to have fun. If you want, we can get out of here and go back home,” he whispered seductively- which you had no clue an angel could do, granted that they were pure beings after all.

You shook your head, slightly pushing him away and grabbing your cart.

“Not now angel,” from the corner of your eye, you saw that he had pouted, “we can do so later but I do want to make you something yummy for tonight.”

His eyes lit up and he almost jumped, hanging onto the edge of the cart with giddiness.

“Oh my gosh, really?!! I love you so much, angel! Let’s go hurry and get the rest of the stuff; I’m very excited to see what you’ll make me!”

The change in his demeanor caused you to laugh and you pushed the cart along, hearing him pleasantly hum your favorite song from behind you. You couldn’t help but join in too, drawing circles on the handle as he led the melody. All you could think was: this was so totally worth it.

You were sorting the groceries and putting the pasta in the pantry, mindlessly thinking to yourself. It was nearing the end of the day, as the stars would soon coat the blanketing night sky. Honestly, every day went by so quickly with your angel. Now that he was here, it was a dream come true. You couldn’t help but cherish every minute, compared to a couple weeks ago when your heart couldn’t find solace without him. Some may call it dependency, but when you experience pure love like Yeonjun’s, how can one ever move on?

It wasn’t until Yeonjun snuck up behind you, his warm arms pulling you close, that you realized that he would never disappear again. Somehow, you could feel his love overflowing immensely from his soul as he held you, smiling in the crook of your neck. His natural scent filled the air, lingering as your heart beat even faster.

You smiled, shifting your head to get even closer to him.

“You smell good.. but you were in the shower for too long because I already miss you.”

He smirked, letting his arms relax yet still holding you comfortably.

“That’s not true because I missed you more. Come to bed now? It’s getting late.”

You laughed at his rationale and his line of reasoning. No matter what happened in the past, you were thankful you had him now. Him leaving would never happen again.

“Sure,” you giggled, grasping his hand as he led you to the room.

Your eyes remained wide open with the air cold enough to make them tear up. It had been a restless night thanks to the coffee you drank earlier and even though you were completely comfortable in Yeonjun’s warm arms, nothing could help you fall asleep.

Yeonjun, looking up from his book, noticed that you were still awake before looking at the time- almost 1am. His eyebrows crinkled and he looked down at you confused. You didn’t notice his lingering stare and remained focused on your inability to sleep, wondering if you had insomnia or not- an overreaction to just drinking coffee. It’s almost as if Yeonjun read your thoughts, and he put down his book on the table beside the bed.

“Can’t sleep, angel?”

You looked up at him, frowning and nodding your head.

“Yeah, unfortunately. I think it might be because of the coffee that you told me not to drink earlier before we went grocery shopping.”

He let out a chuckle, turning all his attention on you. His blue hair was still a little wet, matted to his forehead in a way that made your heart swoon.

“I told you not to,” he tapped your nose to which you smiled at, “but it’s okay. Since I’m here, I can sing you to sleep.”

You rolled your eyes, jokingly scoffing to yourself.

“You definitely can’t. I know you’re an angel and all and angels are supposed to be close to perfect, but that’s just not possible for you to have another talent.”

And once again, Yeonjun just had to impress you as his lips parted and sang a soft lullaby. There were no words to it since he sang on a closed vowel but the timbre of his voice sent shivers down your spine. It wasn’t supposed to be surprising since he was an angel after all, but his voice was genuinely the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard. No one could compare to his remarkable talent and just for a second, you thought you ascended to heaven. You swore you could listen to his voice every night before going to sleep; you would just have to pretend you couldn’t fall asleep from now on. You felt extremely to have Yeonjun as your boyfriend.

Yeonjun smiled at your visible awe, pausing his song. It’s almost as if he read your mind, so you poked fun at him and closed your eyes.

“Come on, angel, go to sleep now.” He pressed a kiss against your forehead, watching your eyes slowly close and your smile fading as you drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

Yeonjun couldn’t have asked for anything more. For you to be wrapped in his arms, sleeping peacefully with shallow breaths. He wanted to cherish this moment forever and if it wasn’t selfish, he wanted to hold you close and look at you like this for eternity. Peaceful, content, and the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. You were the prettiest thing he’s ever seen; nothing could ever compare to this, not even being in heaven. It’s crazy how deep he fell in love with you and being away from you for even just a little bit felt like eternity to him. He would never leave you again, unless you asked him.

As he was admiring you, a thud came from beside the open window. Yeonjun furrowed his eyebrows, staring at the window a little bit. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The stars were twinkling as per usual. The night seemed to drag on. The curtains were flowing as they usually had, but he could sense a peering presence that he felt called to respond to. He didn’t want to seem crazy but it felt like there was someone, or interestingly enough- something out there. He looked at you, smiling that you had finally gone to sleep, before getting up and tucking you in bed.

As soon as he took his first step out, he saw a radiating light, extremely familiar to an angel’s. He ran to the window, heart dropping in shock, knowing that this was not good news. White feathers, shining light, and a comforting presence? How ironic. This only meant one thing, and it wasn’t good. Now he was face to face with Taehyun, one of the superior angels in heaven. He was visibly shocked, anger weaving itself into his perfect features. Although, he seemed more so confused.

Yeonjun sent him a sheepish smile to which Taehyun only seemed to get more irritated at and growled in a low voice:

“We need to talk.”

Yeonjun sighed, holding himself against the chill of the dark night. He was preparing for the worst, hoping that Taehyun’s visit wouldn’t change anything. But he wasn’t foolish- he knew what this visit meant just by Taehyun’s expression and frustrated stance.

Yeonjun then spoke up, impatiently wanting to get back to you who was still sleeping soundly and hadn’t noticed his absence.

“Why are you here?”

Taehyun, grimaced, crossing his arms as he leaned against the tree. His light radiated from his body, although he was in his physical form. Anyone who saw would immediately be blinded, though it didn’t seem like Taehyun cared about that right now. Yeonjun gulped, his eyes not daring to look at him straight in the face.

“You have a lot of audacity to ask that. You know that right?”

Yeonjun parted his lips to say something, but Taehyun immediately cut him off with an irritated tone.

“I wanted to see why you complained and wanted to change your assignment three weeks ago? I thought you had problems with your human, but it looks like the case is far from that.”

Yeonjun furrowed his eyebrows, immediately getting defensive. He knew Taehyun wouldn’t hurt Y/N just by his nature, but there was no telling of what he was thinking or what he would do. Nonetheless, he let the superior angel continue, venom lacing his soft spoken voice.

“Guardian angels are not to fall in love with humans! I know that this is your first human, but it is strictly forbidden. I would ask how long it has been going on, but that doesn’t matter. Yeonjun, there will be consequences to pay for your actions. You’re supposed to know better.”

Yeonjun only got angrier with Taehyun’s words, clenching his fists at his sides. If he already broke that one rule, then he could at least make a stand against his superior- another broken rule that would lead to more disaster in the future.

“Forgive me, but I already know that. I tried not to, but I fell in the hardest way possible. It was as simple as flying to me, and I will not let you take her away from me!”

Taehyun’s expression relaxed, deadpanned. There was no more emotion in his voice as he spoke, which was crueler because it showed he didn’t care. Yeonjun’s soul crumbled at the next words that Taehyun said.

“I will separate something that is not allowed and “natural”. I follow God’s orders, not yours, and it is extremely rude to speak back to a superior. Yeonjun, you’ve failed the job of being her guardian angel by having a...” he paused for a little, scrunching his nose for a second, “... unique relationship. I will have you know that none of the angels in God’s order stands for this.”

Yeonjun gulped, a hard bulge already forming at the back of his throat. He seemed to not get the hint, more so wanting to deny the words on the tip of Taehyun’s tongue.

“You are strictly forbidden to see her again. You will only get that privilege after 10 years which seems enough time for her to forget you, but little for you. During that time, you must prove that you have fallen out of whatever “love’ you have for her” he snided, rolling his eyes. He blinked with nothing but cruelty behind his eyes. “You have only until the sun rises and as soon as light shines, you must report back to heaven.”

“Wait, Taehyun-!”

The superior angel disappeared in a second, with Yeonjun foolishly trying to reach out to him. His eyes widened, reality falling on him at full speed. His world crumbled at his shoulders and he didn’t have enough strength to push it back up and find a solution. Taehyun’s word, coming from God, was absolute and there would be nothing he could do to fix the situation. Love wasn’t enough this time and though he couldn’t accept it, he had to.

The night stared back at him as he wished that the sun would never appear. The wind picked up around him as his blue hair swept violently around his face. His heart pulled at his soul, not being able to decide if he should tell you the truth or not. He knew it would change your relationship dynamic and he didn’t want to wreck what little time you had left, even if it was a couple hours. It was a cruel game and Taehyun was generous to offer a little bit of time. He crawled back into the window, softly shutting it behind him when he noticed that you were awake, dazed and confused.

You wiped the slumber out of your eyes, squinting and noticing that the atmosphere seemed despondent. Yeonjun scratched his neck meekly, knowing that you knew he left the house.

“Angel?” You noticed a grim look on Yeonjun’s face. Immediately your heart dropped but you tried to swallow the emotions away. He promised he wasn’t going to leave, right? You had no reason to doubt him, especially when he came back. There would be consequences if he went back to heaven, so there’s no way that he would return.

Yeonjun gave you a wary grin, one that didn’t go unnoticed by you. You just tilted your head to the side, waiting for an explanation. In a second his smile faltered which meant that he was definitely hiding something.

“Where did you go?”

Yeonjun just shook his head in response, letting out a deep sigh.

“Oh, I just wanted to fly for a bit. You know, get some fresh air?”

You raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. Yeonjun simply got into bed, ignoring your confusion before pulling out the linen sheets over his legs. Then he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you in closer for what he’d call “snuggles,” his favorite thing to do with you. As always, he was warm and his presence was comforting enough to drown out the wary atmosphere.

There were a couple of minutes of silence between you two as you buried yourself deeper into Yeonjun’s chest. Again, Yeonjun wasn’t very smiley which was out of the blue because he was always really excited and happy to be near you.

Rolling your eyes, you quickly pulled yourself out of his hug, demanding answers.

“Yeonjun, I know there’s something wrong. Won’t you tell me?”

Sighing, Yeonjun looked at you with a sad look in his eyes.

Your heart started beating fast. No...

His silence only brought you back to the time where you two had argued and he left without any warning.

“You’re... you’re not going to leave me, are you?” Immediately, you felt tears pooling at the edge of your eyes. You couldn’t handle his departure. Not again.

Yeonjun sensed your worry, reaching out to your hands and holding them gently. His thumb grazed the back of your hand with utmost love, and he was physically unable to look you in the eye. If he had a heart, it would definitely be breaking. Since Taehyun was his superior and coming directly from God Himself, that meant that him leaving would be permanent- in your lifetime at least, which meant that he would never get to kiss or hold you again.

“If I were to leave,” Yeonjun felt a warm, wet sensation uncontrollably trail down his cheek, “you would move on, right?”

“Yeonjun, what are you talking about?”

“I’m your guardian angel. We know that our whole relationship will be strange because I’ll never physically become old and you’ll keep aging. You deserve so much better than me- a normal human life with children and a normal husband in the future.”

You shook your head uncontrollably, stuttering as your throat went dry.

“What? If this is about you feeling insecure about our relationship, then I’m sure we can fix it!” You wiped his tears, feeling the warmth of his cheek against your cold, shaking hands. “We’re meant to be together. It’s different for you and me.”

He gave you a weak smile in return, his nose puffy and eyes red. “Yeah, we are.”

You couldn’t do anything else but just pull in your angel for a hug. He sniffed, his chest heaving as you held him tightly. Even if that bit reassured him, you still felt like something was off. Regardless, there was nothing you could do about it, making you feel utterly weak. The fact that there was something so incredibly wrong was enough to make you shed tears of your own to which Yeonjun noticed.

His hand gently grabbed your chin as he tilted it up in order for you to look at him. His gaze was sincere and he pressed a soft kiss against your quivering lips.

“Hey, please don’t cry, angel. You know I hate seeing you cry.”

You only frowned even more, his words not enough to comfort you. You couldn’t control yourself from sobbing, barely holding yourself together to say that you were scared of him leaving again.

Yeonjun remained silent for a couple of seconds before regaining composure.

“Don’t cry,” he chuckled as his fingers ran through your hair. “It’d be hard to get rid of me. Not unless you decide you’re tired of me and you want a new guardian angel.”

“Never. I just want you, for the rest of my human life,” you laughed, not believing that you would ever get tired of him. He scrunched his face before giving you a wide grin. His body winced at telling you a lie, crushing his whole heart because he knew that loving you wasn’t enough to make him stay.

You giggled with him, which made the room lighten a little bit. Just hearing Yeonjun laugh and smile at you a little bit made you feel a whole lot better. Though, it still didn’t make you feel safe completely. Yeonjun cooed, shushing you as you used his chest as a pillow. You snuggled in deeper, his presence enough to assure you that he wasn’t going anywhere.

He ran his fingers through your hair again before pressing a sweet kiss against your forehead.

“I love you, Y/N. You are the most beautiful thing that I have seen in my millennia of being around and nothing compares to you.”

You smiled at his words, slowly closing your eyes. There weren’t enough hours in the day and you eventually had to succumb to sleep which was easing your worries by distracting you.

“I love you too, Yeonjun. Please don’t ever go,” you sighed as you felt sleep pulling you slowly each second. Falling asleep in Yeonjun’s arms was too relaxing, coaxing you to a soundless slumber.

“I-I won’t,” Yeonjun gulped as he noticed you fighting to stay awake. He couldn’t help but feel the corners of his lips raise, despite how sadness was swallowing his every being. Being aware of his lie only crushed his heart more and he swore he could hear it cracking in his chest. There was no time left to keep holding you in his arms, as Taehyun would be there in a couple hours. But Yeonjun just held you tighter, feeling your arms become weaker by the second. His betrayal the next morning would destroy you- he knew- but he wanted his last hours with you to be as normal as they possibly could.

So he just held you in the silence of the night, getting angry at the world and himself for complaining in the first place. All because he doubted that a relationship with you could work, and it did; he just didn’t know it at the time. How foolish of him, which was funny enough because he was an angel and angels were supposed to be wise.

The hours were going by as Yeonjun’s tears fell on your head. Anytime now, Taehyun would be there, ready to collect him and make a complaint to God. And just on time, from the corner of Yeonjun’s eyes, he saw a shining, white light near the mirror.

It was time.

Yeonjun looked at your relaxed body, wanting to remember this moment forever. The curve of your nose, the warmth of your cheeks, your lips slightly agape as you breathed deeply... The world fell at his shoulders as he realized that he would never hear your beautiful voice for a while. That didn’t hurt as much as knowing that he could never kiss you again. Never hold you again. Never be with you again as you and him intended it. He shut his eyes, unable to take the mental pain.

“I’m sorry, angel. I’m so sorry,” he sobbed as his wings emerged from his back. He could barely hold himself together as he flew to the window, glancing at you for the last time. Selfishly enough, he hoped that you wouldn’t forget him in your meager years of human life.

He whispered a quiet ‘I love you’ in your direction, before closing his eyes and shooting into the cruel night with his superior.

You awoke to a quiet morning, the sun filling through the room. Strangely enough, you woke up cold which hadn’t been often unless that meant that...

“Yeonjun?!”

You shot up, eyes glancing around the room to no avail. By now, Yeonjun would have flown in to check on you, but there was no reponse. Not here, in your bedroom. Not anywhere, actually.

You threw the covers off you, not caring that it would make a mess you’d eventually have to pick up. Soon the door swung open, clattering against the wall as you looked in every room. The floor creaked below your feet as your footsteps became stomps. Where could he be?

He wasn’t anywhere.

“Yeonjun, please!” You cried, hoping that this was a practical joke he was playing. You walked in circles, running downstairs.

“This isn’t funny!” You felt tears instantly gather in your eyes as you looked throughout the quiet house. The kitchen, the bathroom, the pantry. He wasn’t there. He was nowhere to be found.

Your heart fell at his lack of response and it physically made you weak as you fell to the floor. You knew what happened, you knew that something was off and you knew that he knew he was leaving. Again.

How could he?

You brought your shaking hand to quiet the helpless cries coming from your mouth.

He said he wasn’t going to leave you just a couple hours ago.

He lied.

Released: June 8, 2024 (11:30pm)

Thoughts: Hey, y’all. I definitely am not releasing this 2 years after the last part came out! Goodness, I have been swamped with work ever since school started, but I’m ready to finally close off this series. I’m sure a bunch of you forgot about this, but finishing this has been in the back of my mind. I’m not sure if I want to keep writing other stories but since I’m bored and feeling guilty, I wanted to see if I could finish this during the summer. I also wanted to get my mind off things (my ex and how single I am) so I wanted to release another part. I was also inspired since I saw TXT 2 days ago. They were amazing (as always), but yeahhhhh hope you guys enjoy this part.

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i0veless · 2 years ago

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TOXIC ATTRACTION :: KYLIAN MABPPE

𖥻 SUMMARY ー [ a toxic kiss can be so hard to give u ] 𖥻 PAIRING ー [ kylain mabppe x fem! gf! actor! reader ] 𖥻 GENRE ー [ angst, fluff, suggestive content, smut? ] 𖥻 WORD COUNT ー [ 2.3k ] 𖥻 WARNINGS ー [ description of extremely toxic relationships, mention of codependency and addiction to unhealthy relationships, mentions of aggressive sex with hints of no aftercare, mentions of bites and bruises, unhealthy cycles, extreme manipulation, brief mention of an eating disorder, emotional and physical abuse, gaslighting, mentions of being trapped, insecurities, crying lots of fucking crying, excessive drinking, cheating - let me know if I missed anything ] 𖥻 AUTHORS NOTE ー [ requested by anon "I literally heart ur stories omg, if you can, would you make one about mbappe having an absolutely toxic ex gf and he’d usually go run back to her, but this time he has his new girl, and he’s not about to leave her for his ex, so he shuts her down idk" okay I never meant for this to line up with valentines but looks like the universe wants me to be a toxic little bitch so here you go some angst to feed your lovely dovey souls. READ THE WARNING...as there is a lot of really dark and triggering content - also, if you are in a relationship like this, I can say from personal experience it is not worth staying in it so plz leave for you own safety and health. Be safe and enjoy!! ]

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Toxic. That was one way to describe both Y/N and Kylian's previous relationships. They weren't the same, but they weren't that different either. Both were sick and twisted in nature with the sincere and tender love they had promised their partners quickly spoiling into a shackle that had them bonded by the neck - making it hard to breathe.

Kylian's chain came in the form of codependency. At one point, he could not see himself breathing without Monica. The dysfunctional dependency applied to both of them, as they took advantage of each other when they were most vulnerable - taking and taking from each other until they had nothing else to give. However, they took completely different things from each other, something that they thought no one else could give them.

Monica was addicted to attention, maintaining appearances and flashy events with all eyes on her. She was obsessed with being the belle of the ball and having her "perfect" love story - an ideal devotion. Monica could finally live out her deepest and darkest dreams and desires. Basking in the glory of dating a top athlete and having him by her side reminded the mere mortals that she had something they could never have. But his attention was never enough. It never was. And that was her downfall.

She treated Kylian like an article of clothing. Something that she could take on and off as she pleased. Only bothering with him when it suited her, not bothering to put on the facade unless a camera was rolling - painting herself as an angel unless she needed to be otherwise. She knew it was cruel, but she didn't care. She loved the power too much, wanting to hold on to it as long as possible. But her control was short-lived.

While Kylian, on the other hand, was addicted to physical affection. The sex. It was by no means "making love". It was aggressive, fast, and harsh, and it only ever happened when things went wrong if he didn't perform well in a match, got into an argument with a teammate, or the press slandered him once again. All his aggression and frustration turned into a bruise and bit marks on Monica's skin, he knew it was unhealthy, but he couldn't stop himself. When they broke up for the nth time, the moment anything went wrong, Mbappe felt the burning desire to run back to her.

And usually, he did, and she would be waiting for him with open arms (and legs). Ready to satisfy his violent urges while leaching what she needed from him - resting the vicious cycle of hatred and greed. It's not like he intended to be violent, but he had gotten so used to the pain he forgot what it felt like to have something soft and sincere in his heart that wasn't clouded by the need for physical intimacy. That was until he met Y/N L/N.

A broken record is what most would call her. The actor's relationship with Luca had been built on glass and sand. Transparent and fragile. They could see the problems. But they refused to fix them, and even the most gentle breezes would break the carefully constructed balance and leave an unfixable mess. Luca was a jealous man. He ripped out her wings, leaving her unable to escape from him. Luca kept her heart in his hands, handled it carelessly, and still expected her to stay. Not like he would give Y/N the option of leaving, and if she ever thought about it, he would instil fear to make her.

Luca saw her as an emotional punching bag breaking her down with his words. To build her back up and knock her down again. In his eyes, she was a chew toy to play with for entertainment. He loved the power she gave him, how his words meant so much to her, and how she tried desperately to perfect him and make him happy. But the only time he was ever happy was when she was in pain. He was sadistic because he thought he would never lose her. But he did.

Y/N was insecure. And Luca capitalised on that; his harsh words and verbal beat down left her self-esteem in tatters, and she was emotionally unable to cope. Starving herself became a regular occurrence, wearing revealing clothes so that she would be everything that he liked. The actor would never be enough, was all she thought. She didn't deserve Luca - she needed to earn him. She needed to be better. She needed to do better. Be everything he wanted and more. Y/N believed all the harsh words and unhealthy standers he made, taking them as if they were from the bible. In her eyes, he could do no wrong.

When he got angry, she tried to justify it in her head, blaming herself when, deep down, she knew that there was nothing she could do to fix it. Taking all the blame till the point of self-destruction, and when her soul had finally shattered like splints of glass, she drowned herself in alcohol in a small bar in Paris. The same bar where the universe decided that two broken souls would heal each other.

When the two met, they were still miserably taken and had no intention of spending their despair in the presence of others. But somehow, the two ended up talking, downing harsh spirits and spilling their woes and worries to a stranger. Ironically, they were both appalled about how the other allowed themselves to be treated that way, yet they refused to take their own advice. But alcohol made them reckless, and by some miracle made their way to a hotel for the night.

Nothing happened between them, even though the two slept in only their underwear. The two only silently cried in each other embrace as the moon and the stars watched. By morning Kylian was gone leaving nothing but a note with his number written on it. Over the following weeks, the two began exchanging texts for hours at a time, and they seemed happier, and their partners noticed - and did not like it. They slowly watched their iron grip slip from their captives as they found comfort in each other, and it all reached a boiling point one night.

It was late. And Kylian was doing anything but sleeping. Lying on his sofa as he stared blankly at the ceiling, he had a lot on his mind. Monica cheated - again. Neymar told him it would happen, Hakimi, Ramos and Messi too. But he didn't listen. Mbappe thought she would stay as long as the player gave her the spotlight. But he couldn't have been more wrong. He was a tool for her, so, of course, he would be used and discarded. It was in the girl's nature. So when he found Monica unceremoniously naked in their bed, with someone other than him, safe to say he was pissed.

Kicking them out while they were half naked, Monica's screams of protest and attempted explanation did nothing but bring him headache and heartburn. She had sent him text after text and called none stop, so he turned off his phone altogether. Now nothing was in between him and the suffocating silence as his thoughts gnawed away at his hyperalert sanity. It almost made him believe that the ring of the door was fake, that it was his mind's way of playing a nasty practical joke. To make him think that someone cared for him (even though they did) and leave him more disappointed than before and still just as alone.

But the repetition of said doorbell ringing made him open the door. To see someone in an equally sad state as him, Y/N had lost all shame as she stood outside Kylians apartment in a damp t-shirt and some tiny shorts. Her cheeks, stained with tears and mascara, she looked like shit, but that wasn't what caught Mbappe's attention. But more, the ugly yellow hues of bruises that were scattered across her arms and neck.

The two didn't say anything. I mean, what was there to say? It was clear that both of them were at their breaking point, so he just let the girl in without any questions. As Y/N slowly walked into the warm embrace of the apartment, she seated herself on the edge of the sofa - as if she was getting ready to run at any moment. "What happened?" Kylian knew what had happened. He just wanted her to say it out loud, to admit to him that there was a problem, that she needed help. His rage simmered to new heights when he heard "nothing" leave her mouth.

"Nothing", the player hissed as he stood in front of the actress, "that is not fucking nothing", gesturing to the dozens of bruises scattered across her skin as they now morphed into darker purple colour and looked equally as painful as a knife wound. "It was an accident…" that was a lie, they both knew. But the only difference this time is that neither of them believed it. "Was it, though?" the footballer asked as he sat beside her.

"No", Y/N quietly admitted. Her acknowledgement that she wasn't in the wrong lifted Kylian's spirits and gave him hope. She would leave Luca and find someone else who loved her the way she deserved to be loved, but he knew that she wasn't going to leave just because she knew it wasn't her fault (it never was), but the small step was still in the right direction.

Making her strip off her wet clothes and wear some of the old ones that were too small for him - wrapping the fragile girl in a soft blanket and making her a cup of hot chocolate. She was physically okay before he tried to pry information about the situation from her. "What happened" he finally asked the dreaded question, feeling as if the air in her lungs had been sucked out. Y/N struggled to reply.

"I forgot I had a kiss scene in top gun: mavrick. We-we were watching it, and he flipped, and Luca he-" the actress's whole body began to shake in fear as she recalled the incident, her body curling into the sofa as she felt tears once again streak down her face. Acting out of impulse, Kylian pulled the girl into his arms and held her as she wept away all her misery and pain. Rubbing soothing circles on her back and repeating 'it's okay' like it was a new mantra - but it wasn't okay, far from it.

"I don't want to do this anymore." Y/N cried, unsure if she was saying it to Kylian or the universe for putting her in this cruel situation. "You don't have to", the PSG player mumbled, trying to provide some comfort. "I know, but I don't think I can stop." the actress said, crying harder than before. "He's all I've ever known." before Kylian could answer, his landline phone began to ring again, but he didn't need to look to see who it was. It was Monica back for round two.

"Aren't you going to pick up?" she sniffled, looking at him with big teary eyes, "No" he quickly snapped, not wanting to argue on the phone with his ex while she was here. "Why not?" she questioned, curious as to what had happened to his sad excuse of a girlfriend. "we broke up." he said bluntly, "Oh, I'm so sorry…it was because of me, wasn't it." Mbappe didn't know if he wanted to respond to that question.

The truth was, yes. Kylian Mbappé Lottin did break up with Monica Del because of her. Y/N L/N made him realise that no amount of sexual pleasure she gave would ever soothe his raging fire. Not when she calmed his fire with her existence and found himself falling deeply in love with the wounded girl in his arms.

Taking his silence as a definite yes, Y/N spoke without thinking, "Guess Luca was right. I do ruin everything." Safe to say, Kylian was stunned. "Hey, hey, hey, don't fucking say that, angel. You know that's not true." she cried again. "Yes, it is Kylian, you know it is" as much as she didn't like Monica knowing that she was the reason they broke up somehow made her feel even worse than before.

"I was going to leave her anyway, baby" at this point, his white shirt was now partially sheer with her tears. "I know, but I still feel bad." the star tried to calm herself "Kylian, am I a bad person?"

"Listen, Y/N. I may not have known you for long or know all about your struggles. But from what I have seen, you are the kindest and most caring person in the world, even to people who don't deserve it. You are beautiful inside and out and perfect the way you are. And Luca is a bastard who missed out on the chance of a lifetime to love someone like you, and I wish you could see that too."

A single tear spilt from her eyes as if she hadn't cried enough. As Kylian gently wiped the droplet with the pad of his thumb, "I just feel so broken." no amount of kind words could deny that they both were. But they were trying to heal, and the universe had done a sort of service and put them together to help them realise that they needed change. In some ways, you could call them soulmates.

"I guess we are both broken tonight, broken together. But I guess that's just a side effect of toxic attraction." with that, two lips found each other in a kiss, but not the type they were used to. It wasn't harsh or aggressive, no. It was soft and gentle, just like love was supposed to be, as they held on to each other like they would fade away at any moment. They melted into each other's embrace, enjoying their other broken half. Forheads now pressed together, and with noses connecting, Kylian looked at the time - it was midnight. "Happy valentines day, mi amore."

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cyberjam · 2 years ago

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#MAIN MASTERLIST !!

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the spiders as different yanderes... 6/10

the spiders when they have crush on you... 6/16

the spiders when they're jealous... 6/28

e!42 miles dating a soft shy!black reader... 8/6

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what dating tangerine would be like ... 12/27

peach fuzz ... 1/12

the angel and the devil ... 1/13

big softy ... 1/22

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kiwisol · 3 years ago

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the art of secrets — lhc

pairing: lee haechan x reader genre: best friend’s brother, friends with benefits, idiots to lovers, fluff, angst summary: after messing around with haechan too much for your own good, the secrets start to build up between the two of you—and not just with his sister. wc: 11.2k warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, slightly suggestive, some dirty jokes courtesy of hyuck, arguing ? kind of

𖥻 01 - THE FIRST SECRET

No matter the situation, Haechan always found a way to be obnoxious.

“Hey, be quiet! You’re gonna wake your sister up.”

Haechan smiled into the kiss as he pressed his lips against yours, the material of your t-shirt falling around his hands as they rested on your waist. He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, squeezing your sides. “C’mon, let her wake up.”

You shook your head. “You’re crazy, Haechan. Jiyoon would freak if she saw me in here.” You frowned, running your hands up the back of his neck to weave your fingers in his hair.

“Nope, she’d love to have you as a sister-in-law.”

Tugging at his brown strands softly, you decided to ignore the implications of the word sister-in-law. “Yeah, I don’t think so. In case you forgot, we’re having a sleepover.” You pecked him on the cheek. “I’m not supposed to be here.”

He rested his hands on your lower back. “You’re still sleeping over, just not in her room,” he quipped.

He smiled at your annoyed expression, his fingers rubbing circles into your skin. You pressed a kiss to his swollen, heart-shaped lips and pushed him onto the bed by his shoulders, his upper body landing on the charcoal-colored duvet with a soft thud. Haechan reveled in your position, the light of the TV to the right of his room giving your face and body a soft, almost angelic glow.

Although he’d never admit it, he enjoyed this more than anything you two planned on doing that night. You were otherworldly, and he easily preferred the small sounds that came out of your mouth when he kissed you just right over his favorite playlist.

Haechan knew you inside and out, and he studied you like you were a textbook and he had an exam the next day. Of course, these feelings were a bit too much for someone he was only supposed to mess around with—no strings attached, of course.

An unknown feeling began twisting his gut, and he tried pushing it away as he ran his hand up the side of your torso. His eyes followed the material as he hiked your shirt up until it bunched up under your chest. “Cute shirt you have on. Jiyoon didn’t mention it?” he questioned, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and letting your top fall back down.

You shook your head, your fingers playing with the drawstrings of his plaid pajama pants. “Nope. You’re lucky Renjun has the same one, I said I got it from him.”

He ran his thumb across your bottom lip and sighed quietly. His chocolatey eyes held a dazed look, and your stomach fluttered at his expression. “Such a great liar,” he murmured.

You leaned into his palm, offering him a small smile in the dim room. “I learned from the best.”

𖥻 02 - HAECHAN: PUBLIC ENEMY #1

Jiyoon gripped the back of her chair, her knuckles turning white from the sheer force being used as she dragged it back on the cement. She sat down with a huff and banged her thermo onto the table so hard you thought it’d break, making Renjun flinch upon the impact. You eyed her as she tore away the wrapper of her croissant, biting into the soft bread like it was the head of her enemy.

You exchanged a look of confusion with Renjun, making eyes at each other to figure out whose job it would be to ask what was wrong. After one final glare from you, the raven-haired boy let out a sigh and turned to Jiyoon, “Ji, what’s up?”

She swallowed the last bit of pastry in her mouth, glossy lips formed into a pout. “I was gonna use the car today to meet up with Yerim, that cute girl from my Greek Mythology class, after school.” She paused to rip a piece of the croissant angrily. “But Donghyuck’s annoying ass called dibs on the fucking car.”

Renjun knocked his knee into yours and you winced in pain, rubbing your hand over the spot to try and soothe it. You shot him a dirty look, grateful Jiyoon was busy sulking at her breakfast while she mulled over her lost date with Yerim.

“You even used his legal name, must be serious,” you tried to joke. Your best friend crossed his arms over his chest and stared at you expectantly. “Maybe he has something important to do?” The corners of your lips pulled up in a half-hearted smile, trying to convince everyone including yourself.

Jiyoon shook her head. “He didn’t tell me, which was so weird because he tells me everything,” she hummed. Your face heated up at what she said, and Renjun tried to discreetly swat at your hands when you began to pick at your cuticles.

“It sucks, but whatever. I have to go break the news to Yerim,” she sighed, balling up the wrapper of her breakfast and grabbing her bag from the floor. “I’ll talk to you guys later.” Waving goodbye, she blew a kiss to you and Renjun.

“Maybe he has something important to do,” he mocked you in a high-pitched voice once Jiyoon was out of earshot. “Sure, of course, except the only thing he’s doing is you!”

You gasped, smacking his arm so hard it stung your palm.

“And he tells her everything, how sweet,” he sneered, pushing your shoulder. “I hate knowing about you two! This is the longest I’ve ever kept a secret from Ji.”

You let out a groan and threw your head back, the feeling of guilt making your chest tight. “I know,” you mumbled, “but I’m scared to say something.”

“If you were actually scared, you wouldn’t have done it,” he pointed out. His words should have stung, but you knew he was right. The feelings of fear and guilt weren’t enough to drive you away from Haechan. “Y’know, I have a feeling that if you came clean, she wouldn’t even be angry.”

“You think?”

“Possibly. She loves Haechan, she loves you, that’s double the love.” He shrugged. “And I think it’ll go past that childish little friends with benefits stage soon enough.”

He loudly slurped on his almost-empty iced coffee with an air of nonchalance, ignoring the look of confusion on your face as he shook the ice around in the plastic cup. “What do you mean?”

“I just know things.” He smiled, pulling the straw from his lips. “My class starts at ten, so I gotta go. Think about talking to Ji, okay?”

“For sure.” You nodded. “I’ll tell her eventually.”

𖥻 03 - HELIOS IN A CAR

“You messed up her date with Yerim today, you know.”

Haechan dragged his pointer finger up and down your arm, rolling his eyes at your words. “Oh please, it wasn't even a date. She’s too scared to admit her feelings.”

“Admitting your feelings isn’t easy, Haechan,” you scolded him. “You could’ve let her take the car for tonight.”

“And then we would have missed out on this,” he mumbled, eyeing your figure. You were pressed against his chest, the thin layer of sweat on your forehead caused by the humidity outside glistened underneath the overhead light of the backseat. He thought you looked precious with your cheek half smushed against him. “I think it was fun.”

And, in all honesty, it was. He had taken you out to a new restaurant near campus, paying the bill before you could even take your credit card out and buying you ice cream (double scoop, you felt very spoiled) afterwards. As much as you enjoyed it, it felt far too domestic for your current relationship status—if you could even call it that.

You’d dismissed it as two friends hanging out, but his lingering hands and lips felt too close for comfort. Renjun’s words from earlier in the day hung around in your subconscious; you’d always heard about situations like yours turning into full-fledged relationships or going downhill so quickly that they never spoke again, and the latter scared you too much to think about. Not to mention that going back to being just friends seemed too awkward for you, which made the thought of acting like Haechan hadn’t seen and felt every part of you too embarrassing to dwell on.

He noticed your silence, a slight crease between your brows telling him you were thinking too much for your own good.

“What are you thinking about?”

“I just have a ton of homework,” you lied, creating a bit of space between the two of you.

“It’s only Friday, you have the whole weekend,” he said. “Live a little.” Haechan shoved your shoulder playfully, a smirk adorning his lips.

You snorted, “I think I’ve been living a lot, Haechan.”

“Don’t call me by my name,” he grumbled, sitting upright.

“And what should I call you then?”

His eyes became downcast, a soft, pink blush dusting his cheeks. “Nevermind. Just… don't worry about your homework, okay? Enjoy this.”

You nodded silently, staring out the windshield and at the small boats that seemed to float on the lake like toys in a bathtub. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden hue on both the car and Haechan.

He looked ethereal, the setting sun lighting up his brown hair in small flames. His dark eyes were lit up a hazelnut color, and the moles that littered his face looked like they were small stars on the detailed canvas that was Lee Haechan. The rays of light kissed his honeyed skin so delicately, you thought he could rival Helios with the way the sun adorned him.

Only he could make something as simple as sitting in a car feel so meaningful. The mere sight of him made your heart race. You felt warmth wash over your body at the thought of him being yours—even if it was just for a moment, and through the childish label of friends with benefits.

It felt like your chest was bursting with happiness—along with an underlying feeling of dread.

When he met your focused gaze, giving you an award-winning smile with those perfect teeth and supple lips that made your stomach flip, you could already hear Renjun saying I told you so in your ear.

𖥻 04 - PILOT OF CONFESSIONS

Haechan was perched on the edge of the recliner, his headset on and thumbs moving faster than the speed of light as he yelled commands at whom you could only assume was Mark. He tugged his bottom lip in between his teeth during his state of focus, eyes flitting across the screen as he watched out for other people coming to shoot him.

“Mark, you’re supposed to be watching my back!” he groaned in frustration as his character died, throwing himself back onto the chair with a frown. You looked up from your laptop and stifled a laugh at his antics, peering over at Jiyoon to see her glaring in his direction.

She rolled her eyes. “Dude, stop screaming. It’s not that serious.”

“You wouldn’t get it Jiyoon. It’s not like you’re doing anything important,” he replied, standing up to stretch. “You’ve been on your phone this whole time, I thought you were supposed to be doing homework?” His shirt exposed a sliver of his stomach when he brought his arms far above his head, making you look away quickly.

Jiyoon grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at his body, but he caught it with ease. “Shut up, you look like a fuckin’ pilot with that ridiculous headset on,” she grumbled, slumping back onto the couch and staring at the TV while he started another game.

“You’re both annoying,” you stated, not sparing them a glance while you closed your laptop softly, “and as much as I enjoy the cute sibling fights, I’ve gotta go.”

Haechan took his headset off, resting it around his neck. “Where are you going?”

“I have important business with Renjun. He’s outside already.”

He looked between you and his sister in confusion, noting how she wasn’t taken by surprise the same way he was. You hugged Jiyoon goodbye and slung your book bag over your shoulder, walking towards the front door as Haechan put his body in front of yours.

A cheeky smile played on his lips as he stared at you expectantly. “What about my hug goodbye?”

Jiyoon let out a laugh, waiting to see what you’d do.

“I don’t think so. Maybe next time,” you assured him, squeezing his shoulder softly.

He watched you leave the apartment and pulled his headset off completely, tossing it onto his seat with a sigh.

“Upset you didn’t get a hug?” his sister teased from her spot.

Haechan sat down next to her, ignoring the question. “Are her and Renjun… a thing?” he asked, turning to face her.

She would have burst out laughing had she not looked at him and seen something he’d never willingly show—insecurity.

“No, why would you think that?’ she questioned, a crease between her brows. “And more importantly, why do you care?” She mentally groaned at how bitchy it sounded after she spoke, but he remained unfazed.

“I was just wondering. They seem really close.”

“Hey, I’m close with Renjun too, y'know. Why didn’t you ever ask if we were a thing?” she joked.

He glared at Jiyoon, crossing his arms over his chest. “Are you seriously asking that? I think you like girls more than I do.”

“Okay,” Jiyoon brought her hands up in defense, rolling her eyes. “I see where you’re coming from.”

She still looked at him strangely because after growing up together and knowing exactly how he’d react to certain situations, it was blaringly obvious there was more to this than pure curiosity.

“Is there something else, Hyuck?” She hadn’t used the nickname in forever, but she felt it was necessary for a (potential) heart-to-heart.

“You promise not to get mad?” he asked, sticking out his pinky.

She nodded, wrapping her smaller one around his.

“I think I really like her,” he mumbled.

Jiyoon blinked in surprise, lowering her pinky slowly. She wasn’t angry, that was for sure—she’d never seen her brother be so genuine about something, and it made her bubble in an unfamiliar happiness. Haechan stared at her unreadable expression, half afraid she’d blow up on him in a fit of rage and go on a rant about how you were off limits to him.

“I can’t believe it. My brother likes my best friend!” she finally squealed, throwing her arms over his shoulders and pulling him into a hug. “I should have expected this though.”

Haechan blinked in confusion, his arms embracing Jiyoon hesitantly. “Uh, why?”

She pulled away from the embrace, holding Haechan away from her by his shoulders. “Looking back, you kind of made it obvious,” she said with a shrug. “Who would voluntarily spend that much time around their sister’s best friend if they weren’t getting anything out of it?”

He stayed quiet. It wasn’t like he planned on spending more time with you and making something out of it—it just happened to go that way. It was the universe’s plan, if you will.

“Okay, but you can’t say anything, Yoon.”

Her head bobbed enthusiastically. “I promise.”

The bright smile on her face tugged at his heart. He hadn’t told her the full truth, but half was better than nothing, right?

𖥻 05 - RENJUN’S SIXTH SENSE

“So what you’re telling me is… I was right,” Renjun rubbed his chin, “and I fuckin’ told you so.”

You groaned at his triumphant smirk, burying your face in your hands. “Don’t rub it in, asshole. I’ll take my feelings back right now.”

Renjun snorted, rolling his eyes as he leaned back and took a drink of his milk tea. “You couldn’t even if you tried. You’re in too deep.”

“I’m definitely not.”

“Okay, so tell me how you figured it out.” He quirked an eyebrow at you, awaiting a response.

“We went out the day Jiyoon was complaining about not having the car,” you began, tracing shapes onto the condensation that had built up on your cup. “We were both in the backseat-”

“If this is going where I think it is, spare me the details,” he interrupted you with a grimace on his face. “We’re best friends, but I do not need to hear about Haechan’s di-”

“Oh please shut up,” you groaned. “Anyways, we were just sitting there, not even saying anything, but it felt so right. He looked perfect.” Your eyes were glazed over, like you were in the backseat of Haechan’s car all over again.

He watched as your face fell, and you stared at your lap like a child being scolded. Renjun felt his expression relax, the sight of you so vulnerable hit a nerve he didn’t know existed. “Hey, why do you look so down? This is supposed to be a good thing,” Renjun said softly, reaching over to grab your hand in his. “C’mon, talk to me.”

“I’m really excited about this, believe me. But Ji…” you trailed off, avoiding his eyes. As much as you enjoyed being around Haechan, you couldn’t help but think of what Jiyoon would say if she saw you. She wouldn’t shame you or start reciting every swear word in the book, but the thought of her being disappointed was scarier than anything else. It was a constant, nagging feeling in the back of your brain every time you laid on his bed or pressed a kiss to his lips.

“I might sound like a shitty friend right now, but fuck it.” Renjun sat back in his chair with a shrug. “Don’t put everything on hold because you’re scared of what she’s gonna say. Ji is pretty understanding, and even though these are special circumstances, it’s nothing a little communication can’t fix.”

You nodded, but you still looked unconvinced.

He squinted at you, lips pursed in thought. “That’s not all, is it?”

You shook your head. “I think I’m just scared of a relationship in general,” you admitted. “It wasn’t supposed to go this far.”

“What do you mean?” Renjun asked, his posture slouched as he leaned towards you.

“Catching feelings. It’s such a cliche, but it wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“It’s a little too late for that,” he said, “but you can’t stop yourself from enjoying it ‘cause you’re scared.” He ran a hand through his neatly parted hair, the action causing strands to stick upward.

“I don’t wanna end up hurt,” you mumbled, eyes downcast as you played with the rips on your jeans.

“You won’t,” he assured you. “You’re only gonna get hurt if you keep denying what you feel.”

“What if this just fucks everything up?”

“Y/N,” Renjun sighed, “your relationship with him wasn’t normal to begin with. Stop trying to make excuses for yourself.”

You drummed your fingers against the table. “I’m just gonna take it day by day then; try not to be so scared about it.”

“Exactly. And if things do go south, you’ll still have one Lee sibling and me.”

“Yeah, I’d be pretty okay with just you and Ji,” you noted with a smile. “I am sorry I put you in the middle of this though.”

He waved you off, pulling his straw away from his lips to reply. “I kinda like knowing everything. Makes me feel powerful,” he grinned.

“You’re such a sucker for drama,” you laughed, grateful for the shift in mood. “Oh, and Jiyoon convinced Haechan and I to go to Jaehyun’s party tomorrow.”

His eyebrows raised. “You and Haechan? At the same party? Together?”

“Yes, you bozo, that’s what I just said.”

“I’d so go just to see you guys expose yourselves,” he sighed, “but I have to work.”

“It’s like you want to see us fuck up.”

He shrugged. “You guys would do that all on your own.”

You chewed on the tip of your straw, staring him down through narrowed eyes. “If you weren’t my best friend, I’d toss this drink in your face.”

“You wouldn’t.” He smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You can’t afford to throw away an almost full cup of boba on your budget.”

𖥻 06 - PRIVATE IN PUBLIC

Jiyoon was too persuasive for her own good.

You were apprehensive about the idea of coming to the party when she first mentioned it, the thought of all those people you didn’t know reeking of weed and alcohol was enough to keep you at bay—but you still found yourself in the middle of Jaehyun’s living room.

You sat on the worn out couch of the house, the bass coming from the speakers vibrating in the soles of your feet and traveling up your body in waves. The leather cushions were soft beneath your fingertips and your hair stuck to the back of your neck with a light layer of sweat from the humidity in the home. Jiyoon was in your line of sight, standing at the end of the staircase and smiling at whatever Yerim was saying as their fingers interlocked.

A pair of thighs blocked your view, and you looked up to see Haechan smiling down at you. The multi-colored led lights painted his face an array of blues, pinks, and greens, his eyes glinting with each flash of light.

“Here, for you,” he said, holding out your third solo cup of the night. You grabbed it from his hand and took a small sip while he sat down, his jean-clad legs rubbing against the side of your thigh.

“Scooch over,” you muttered, softly pushing your elbow into his side. “You’re in my personal bubble.”

He scoffed, snaking his arm around your waist and resting his hand on your hip. He lowered his mouth to your ear, his lips brushing against your hair as he said, “C’mon, I’ve been in more than your personal bubble.” He pulled away and chuckled at the shocked laugh that escaped your lips.

You made a space between the two of you, letting his hand drop from your hip. “Leave enough room for Jesus, Donghyuck. You’re actin’ up.”

He shook his head in amusement, taking a large gulp from his cup.

“Anyways, I like how Jiyoon ditched us,” he motioned his head in her direction, “after she practically begged us to come with her.”

You eyed the short-haired girl across the room, her soft features lit up with a grin. “You and I both know she came for Yerim. We were just a cover-up.”

There was a silence between the two of you for a moment, filled up with the loud music and laughter in the living room rather than conversation. Your head moved along to the song playing, catching Haechan’s attention. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he slid it out, turning it face up to read the notification.

[1:00am] seester: gonna leave with yerim rn, prob gonna spend the night. text when ur home, love u :D

His eyes drew away from the bright screen and towards the front door to barely catch Jiyoon leaving the house, Yerim trailing behind her. He turned back to you, your head still bobbing to the rhythm of the r&b song bouncing off the walls.

“C’mon, let's dance,” he said, taking your hand in his to pull you up from the couch. Weaving his way through the people, he got to a less crowded spot and brought you closer to him. His warm hands found purchase on your waist, a dopey smile adorning his face as he looked down on you.

You focused your gaze away from him, warmth rushing to your cheeks. He didn’t mind; it gave him all the more time to relish in your appearance while you moved against each other. It seemed like the moment you brought your hands up to his neck the people around you seemed to fade out, and there you stood at the center of his world.

A sheen of sweat covered your body, your skin glittering like diamonds under the multi-colored lights. Blue and pink luminescence stroked your body like a paint brush, the lustrous material of your satin dress shifting colors every time you moved. You looked surreal.

The corners of your lips turned up in a shy smile as you looked up at him, and he really thought his heart was going to beat out of his chest any second now.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he murmured. His hands tugged you flush against his body, a dazed look in his eyes as he studied every inch of your face. Your fingers curled into his hair, butterflies erupting in your stomach at his words. “So gorgeous, and so mine.”

He leaned down, licking his lips. The blend of his wood and citrus scented cologne swirled around you like smoke, overtaking your senses as he got closer to your face. The rest of the room was still buzzing with life, but you and Haechan were at a standstill. His gaze flickered between your eyes and parted lips for a moment before he cupped your cheek in his hand, closing the gap between you.

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears, deafening the noises around you. Haechan’s plush lips moved against yours, the mixture of pineapple juice and whiskey he had been sipping lingering on your mouth. The material of his shirt stuck to your chest when he pulled you closer, the buttons down the middle of his top pressing into your skin.

You’d kissed him hundreds of times, but this one made your skin feel like it was on fire. There was no rush to it, no crudeness. Everything he did felt right. His fingertips dug into your hips, trying to draw you in impossibly close. Your nails grazed his scalp when he caught your bottom lip between his teeth, causing him to pull away with a smile. The way your lips glistened had him captivated; he was made to do this to you.

The realization that you were still surrounded by people began trickling in, but everyone was too caught up in their own world or partner’s lips to give you a second glance.

“Maybe we can get going?” Haechan asked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

You nodded, and Haechan took your hand in his, moving away from the mass of people and towards the entrance. The fresh air engulfed you right as you stepped out while the cool November breeze created goosebumps along your exposed arms and legs.

The car unlocked with a click, and he held the passenger side open for you, shutting the door softly once you got in. The ride to his apartment was long and quiet, a wave of drowsiness hitting you the further Haechan drove. You rested your temple on the cool window and closed your eyes, letting the small bumps in the road lull you to sleep.

In your drowsy state, you could feel his warm hand rubbing comforting circles onto the flesh of your thigh. “Sleepy?” he asked softly.

You nodded, turning your head and opening your eyes. He focused on the road ahead, softly humming the song you danced to at the party. It felt oddly domestic; rare were the moments where you both sat quietly in a comfortable silence, the warmth of your bodies shared with a wandering hand or intertwined fingers. The space was often filled with Haechan’s unabating conversation or stories about his day, your mindless commentary thrown in between his rants as you played with his hair—but now you savored the silence and time you had to observe him.

You wanted more of that.

By the time he had sat you on his bed and took your dress off, your eyes were so heavy with sleep you didn’t mind him taking care of you. You sat against the headboard, your neck lolling to the side every time you dozed off involuntarily. The small lamp on his bedside table provided the only light in his room, its soft glow covering the expanse of the bed.

“Hey, stay awake,” Haechan instructed, pulling an old t-shirt of his over your head. “Why don’t you get under the covers? I’m gonna be back.”

Your movements were lethargic, his charcoal-colored duvet suddenly feeling like it weighed fifty pounds as you pushed it back and tucked yourself beneath them. The sheets below it were cold, causing a shiver to flutter up your legs and toward your upper body. Nestling further into his pillow, you let your eyelids close in pleasure as the smell of his shampoo surrounded you.

You could hear Haechan in the bathroom talking to himself and moving things around until he let out a satisfied aha, likely finding whatever it was he needed. His footsteps were soft against the hardwood floor, and you could feel a dip in the bed where he sat down near your hip.

“I need you awake for a few minutes, that’s it,” he said, brushing a piece of hair away from your eyes.

You opened your eyes and squinted up at him, eyeing the packet of wipes in his hands. “I’m up,” you muttered, giving him a thumbs up.

He let out a laugh, snapping the plastic lid open and pulling a wipey out. He gently cleaned your face, careful not to wipe roughly beneath your eyes. Jiyoon had always mentioned how it was sensitive, and she was extra careful when wiping her face to prevent wrinkles. It was safe to say he picked up a few things from her.

“Thanks,” you sighed.

“Mhm, gotta make sure you don’t sleep with that stuff on your face. Jiyoon says it’s bad.”

“It is,” you mumbled, pausing as he continued cleaning your skin, “I miss Jiyoon.”

He hummed, tossing the used wipe in the small trash can next to his bed. “Me too, but I’m sure she’s having fun with Yerim.”

You let out a loud yawn, and Haechan’s lips quirked into a smile at the way your nose scrunched up.

“Are we done? I’m sleepy.”

“Yeah, I’ll take the couch,” he replied, getting up on his feet.

“No, sleep with me,” you mumbled, pulling the covers back to make space for him. “Too cold to be by yourself.”

If you weren’t half-asleep, you probably would have noticed the way his face lit up. “Are you sure?”

“Mhm, I’m too used to sleeping with you. Can’t be alone anymore.”

His breath hitched, but you didn’t seem to notice, too busy cocooning yourself with his blankets. He rarely lost his train of thought, but there seemed to be no problem with doing it when you were around.

“Yeah, okay. Scooch.”

It didn’t take long for you to latch onto him as you fell asleep again, your breath slowing and cheek pressed against his upper arm. Having you next to him always provided a bit more warmth and comfort, but now it felt different. It wasn’t just from your body heat or soft skin, it was from you and everything you meant to him.

He didn’t think he could be alone anymore either.

𖥻 07 - JUST PRETTY

The morning after with Haechan typically felt rushed; it was a flurry of bare skin, messy blankets, and bleary eyes in search of stray pieces of clothing—much different in comparison to today.

You took your time in waking up, stretching your legs out of their tucked position until they were almost cramped and keeping your eyes shut even as the morning light begged for you to look at it. Haechan slept next to you, your hand bunching up the material of his t-shirt as you nestled into him. There was no panic to wake up before Jiyoon saw, and you could thank Yerim for that.

Haechan’s hand ran up the side of your bare thigh and rested on your hip, pulling you closer to his body. “Are you awake?” he mumbled.

You nodded and moved onto your stomach, your chin resting on his chest. “How’d you sleep?”

“Really good, had a nice dream.” He brought his hand up to your hair, running his fingers through the strands.

“Yeah? About what?”

His eyebrows pinched in the middle. “Oh. I uh, don’t remember,” his voice trailed off quickly before switching topics. “Do you have something to do today?”

You studied him skeptically, your eyebrows pinched together. “Weirdo,” you muttered under your breath, “but I don’t. We can get something to eat if you want.”

“Anything you’re craving right now?”

“This spot by my house makes a really good broccoli cheddar soup,” you began. “It's their Sunday special. We can take it to my place.” You gazed up at him, your eyes twinkling in the morning light as you mindlessly played with the hem of his t-shirt.

He smiled and stroked your cheek, a smile gracing your lips in return. “I’ll give you some sweats and we can go.”

The diner was a block down from where you lived, its exterior painted a terracotta color with its name emblazoned the side of it in stark white paint. You resided on the first floor of an older, two-story building, and the inside was just as Haechan expected it to be; cozy, inviting, and so you.

The distinct smell of lavender and mint surrounded him as soon as he stepped in, along with a hint of acrylic paint. A small shoe rack was by the front door, pairs of sneakers lined up with your favorite beat-up white Nikes tossed haphazardly next to them. The small table beside the rack held a colorful bowl with your university ID, a pack of gum, and now your house keys.

“You can go put it down over there,” you instructed, pointing towards your small kitchen. “I’m gonna go get some socks.”

He walked further into the apartment and looked around, setting the aromatic soup onto the counter beside the stove. The walls of your place were a cashmere color, the vibrant, hunter green of your numerous plants a pretty contrast against them. An elm wood coffee table with notebooks stacked beside it sat in front of your beige couch, its arm covered by a mustard yellow throw blanket (which he’d definitely take a nap with later.)

It all looked so lived in, but not in a bad way.

Paint brushes were scattered near the kitchen sink, and a flimsy calendar was tacked up on the fridge with a heart-shaped magnet, your neat writing filling almost all the dates up. It was a messy kind of organized, and it was something only you could pull off.

By now you’d come back out, your feet clad in mismatched fuzzy socks. “Okay, we can eat now.”

He took the soup out from the brown bag as you grabbed two gray bowls and spoons, setting them down on the counter softly. Once they were filled, you handed one to Haechan and led him over to the living room. You sat cross legged on the floor, waiting for him to get down next to you before you ate.

“I’m surprised I’ve never been here,” Haechan began, “I was starting to think you lived at my place.”

You let out a laugh, your spoon hitting against the glass bowl. “Jiyoon practically holds me hostage there, and don’t get me started on when you tell me to stay the night,” you teased.

“Don’t act like you don’t wanna do it either, you always enjoy your stays.”

“Or so you think, Hyuck,” you sighed, patting his shoulder softly. “I just don’t wanna hurt your feelings.”

“You must be a pretty good actress, last week you were a mess-”

“Hey! Uncalled for!” you jabbed at his ribs with your elbow. “Anyways, I was actually gonna tell you we should start coming over here.”

“You prefer your room?” he asked, shoveling a spoonful of broccoli into his mouth.

You shook your head. “Not that, just to hangout. I remembered you wanted me to teach you how I made those little clay bowls,” you explained, “I bought new clay.”

He smiled to himself, recalling when he first asked you about them months ago. “You remembered that?”

“Duh, I waited for weeks to get an email that it was back in stock.”

“Look at you, going out of your way for me.” he smirked.

“Well I needed it for a class too,” you mumbled, shoving his shoulder. “You’re not that special.”

“No thanks, I’ll hear what I wanna hear.”

A comfortable silence fell over the room after that, the only noises coming from the two of you blowing on your spoonfuls of soup or the occasional scrape of metal against glass. He snuck a few glances at you, the t-shirt and sweatpants you’d borrowed from his closet fit loosely on your body and the mismatched socks tied the look together.

“It’s not nice to stare, Lee Donghyuck,” you hummed, continuing to scoop soup into your mouth.

A surge of confidence washed over him. “It’s hard not to.”

“Oh yeah?” You quirked a brow. “Why’s that?”

“You’re too pretty for me not to stare.”

You let your spoon fall into your bowl, eyes widened as you stared at his smug expression.

“What?” he asked.

“Uh, this is the part where you add in a dirty joke or something.”

“There’s no joke,” he laughed. “You’re just pretty.”

“Well, I guess you’re just pretty too.” You turned your attention back to your food, trying to save face.

He’d complimented you before, but it was always in the heat of the moment or when he was too blissed out to think straight. The genuine tone of voice he spoke with made your stomach do somersaults and your heart beat loudly in your ears. You tried to ignore his stare, but you could feel the way he lingered on your face as you focused on your bowl like it was a world renowned masterpiece.

It was rare that he saw you flustered, but he wanted to make it happen more often.

𖥻 08 - OUR FAVORITE SWEATER

Haechan was slowly taking over your apartment.

It started with him bringing his favorite blanket over and leaving it, stating it was “for future movie nights.” Then, he left so many t-shirts behind that you cleared up a space in your dresser to house them.

The last straw was when he left your—er, his—favorite sweater hung up on a chair in the kitchen.

“Hey, I accidentally left a couple shirts here,” he protested. “You act like I’m moving in.”

“Haechan, be real,” you deadpanned. “I had to clear space in my dresser to put away all the stuff you’ve accidentally left.”

“Well, yeah, but I figured leaving our sweater here would be okay!”

“Our sweater?”

“You like it just as much as I do,” he said matter-of-factly.

“You—okay, fine. I’ll give you that,” you sighed, “but you don't need all these t-shirts here!”

“I like to be prepared! What if one day you rip off my shirt and I—”

You cut him off, “What the fuck am I? A feral animal?”

He put his hands up in defense. “What you see yourself as is none of my business babe, but I think it’s okay to leave spare hoodies and shirts.”

“So you admit you left them here on purpose?”

“Mmm,” he pursed his lips, “that’s not what I said.”

You let out a loud groan, going over to your bed to sit down. “If you wanna move in so bad, just say that.”

“Move in? I think we’re going too fast. At least take me out first, yeah?”

You threw your teddy bear in his direction, resting your back on the headboard. “Moving too fast isn’t a thing for us,” you said. “We skipped over a few chapters in case you didn’t notice.”

He came over to the bed and laid on his stomach, his cheek pressed against your thigh. “Sometimes you don’t gotta go in order.”

“Yeah? In order of what?”

He raised his head, eyes sparkling with curiosity. “I’m not sure yet.”

After Haechan left, you realized you couldn’t catch a break from him or Jiyoon.

You had a solid five minutes to yourself before a knock sounded on your door. Peering out the peephole, you saw Jiyoon’s rosy cheeks and mussed hair.

“Y/N, I know you’re home!”

You turned the top lock and swung the door open, a hand on your hip as she grinned at you. “I cannot have any alone time.”

She pushed past you, kicking her shoes off and tossing them on the floor near yours. “Alone time doesn’t exist, sorry,” she exhaled. “I haven’t seen you in forever, wanted to pay a little visit.”

You closed the front door and joined Jiyoon in the living room, plopping down next to her and putting the control on her lap.

“You’ve been watching this show so much,” she began, “how does it not creep you out?”

“What? The bodies?”

“Yeah. I mean, I get it’s fake, but sometimes they look so real,” she shuddered.

“C’mon Ji, you’re just a baby,” you groaned.

She huffed, exiting from your crime show and scrolling up to the search bar. “I don’t care! I'm still gonna change it, you little creep.”

You let out a loud laugh, hugging a pillow close to your body. “You’re such a fuckin’ loser.”

“A loser with a girlfriend,” she teased in a singsong tone.

“What! Since when?”

“Since the party,” she grinned. “After we left we went to some little fast food place, she started going on about how she really likes me.”

“Ji,” you cooed, “I’m so happy for you.”

“I just feel so good about this,” she sighed dreamily. “I explained to her I’m not the most experienced with relationships and Yerim said we can move as slow as I’d like.”

“I’m glad. There’s no need to rush anything.”

She nodded, giving you a small smile. “What about you, hmm? Anyone capture your attention?”

“Maybe, I don’t know,” you mumbled.

Jiyoon tapped her fingers against the remote, her eyes flitting around the living room before zeroing in on the kitchen table and standing up abruptly. “Hey, is this Haechan’s?” she asked, picking the grey sweater up.

“Oh, yeah. I borrowed it the night of the party,” you lied.

A moment of silence passed before she walked over to the couch and sat down again. “Can I uh, tell you something? And you have to keep it a secret.”

“What is it?”

“I’ve been holding this in for weeks Y/N,” she whined. “The longest I’ve ever kept a secret in the entire history of my life!”

“Okay, tell me.”

“Alright, but you can’t say anything. I mean, I wasn’t supposed to say anything either but—”

You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a groan, throwing your pillow at her. “Lee Jiyoon, spit it out you overly dramatic bitch!”

She let out a loud gasp and her pink lips formed into an ‘o’ as she narrowed her eyes at you. “Well now I can’t say it, your attitude was unnecessary.”

“That’s fine with me, I don't ca—”

“Okay fine, you got me,” she interrupted. “Haechan likes you, like, really likes you.”

You blinked and waited for Jiyoon to start laughing, but she stared at you blankly instead. You felt the color drain from your face and your stomach twist in discomfort, her sudden confession catching you off guard.

“Did he—did he say that to you?”

She nodded. “It was when you left our place to hang out with Renjun, he seemed really serious about it,” she began, biting back a smile as she thought back to the event. “And I’ve never said anything to you or him, but sometimes I saw these looks you gave each other, like there was something more.”

You swallowed thickly, waiting for her to continue.

“I brushed it off as nothing, but then I saw you guys the night of the party.” She smiled softly. “Y/N, he adores you. He hasn’t dated since high school, and I know you’re not one for relationships either, but I just… hope you try.”

Here she was, trying to convince you of her brother's feelings when you had been trying to avoid them for weeks on end. You couldn’t lie to yourself and act like you didn’t see it; it didn’t take a genius to figure out from the beginning that this was where your little partnership with Haechan would end up.

You stayed silent for a moment, your eyes trained on the grey sweater she held in her hands. “I don’t know what to say, Ji,” you whispered.

She stood up, dropping the hoodie onto your lap softly. “You don’t have to say anything, just think about it, okay?”

𖥻 09 - CLAY BOWLS

You’d woken up in a cold sweat, your room tinted a murky blue from the light outside and birds chirping loudly in the distance. It felt like you couldn’t move; your eyes remained focused on the ceiling as you placed your hand on your chest to slow your breathing, blinking to adjust to the low light of the room. Jiyoon’s words bounced around in your head while you lay in bed, and you had mulled over your options late into the night before you fell asleep.

Haechan had sent you messages asking how your day had gone and if you ate anything, but they remained unopened. You couldn’t bring yourself to reply, let alone look at the tiny contact photo of him pouting above his name without feeling horrible. It was funny, knowing how you wanted to avoid Haechan like the plague even though you harbored the same feelings as him.

Your phone lit up with a notification, the bright screen casting a light over the ceiling.

[7:00am] haechan: ur prob sleeping, but i hope ur feeling okay

[7:01am] haechan: are we still on for today after my class?

[7:01am] you: i’m up, feeling better. we’re still on

For once, you had to listen to Renjun. You couldn’t keep running away from your problems even if it was easier to avoid them; you didn’t deserve that, and neither did Haechan.

You were able to fall back asleep for a few more hours after your short exchange with Haechan, and by now the sun had fully risen and painted a soft light over your apartment. Your nerves still pulled at your insides, but you tried to subdue the feeling by catching up on your show.

[1:30pm] haechan: i’ll be there soon, i’ll use the spare

A smile tugged at your lips.

[1:30pm] you: alright, see you then :]

A few weeks ago, you’d gotten home to find Haechan sitting on your front steps, his nose a soft pink from sitting in the cold.

“I wanted to see you, but then my phone died and I couldn’t text,” he had explained with a pout.

You remember laughing at his pout before lifting the flower pot beside him and pointing at the silver key. “You can let yourself in next time.”

Now that he knew where the spare was, you’d often find him on the couch watching a show or taking a nap as he hugged the throw blanket you kept there. You didn’t care to admit it made your heart stutter every time you caught him with his mouth agape, soft snores leaving his lips after a “long” day.

The sound of the door opening drew you from your thoughts, and the sight of him so relaxed made your fingers fidget with the rips on your jeans.

He smiled at you, dropping his book bag on the floor. “Hi.”

“Hi. How was class?”

“It was okay,” he replied. “My professor just lectured the whole time, I took a quick nap.”

“Shouldn’t sleep during class, Donghyuck.”

“My legal name? What’s gotten into you?” he joked.

You gave him a half-hearted smile and stood up from the couch, ignoring his watchful stare as you made your way into the kitchen.

“Hey, you okay?” Haechan asked. He tilted his head softly, eyes watching you carefully.

“I just feel tired. Let's get started with the clay, yeah?”

His lips parted as if to speak, but he stopped himself and sat beside you instead, waiting patiently as you slid over a chunk of clay.

“You can knead it for a little bit, soften it up,” you instructed. “I’ll show you how to use the tools when we get to that part.”

His nimble fingers began to change color as he kneaded, thin layers of the clay staining them terracotta.

“Use this little knife to cut stuff out, you can make whatever you’d like,” you said, sliding the tool over to Haechan with your elbow as you continued kneading.

“What’re you gonna make?”

You thought for a moment. “A little plate for my earrings.”

“I’ll make one too then, for my rings. Will you show me?”

You nodded, and although you’d practiced it enough to do it with your eyes closed, you worked slowly so he could copy what you did. He followed your movements carefully and scored the edges of his clay, spreading slip on it with his pointer finger.

Pausing to look over at his work, your eyebrows raised in slight surprise. “You caught on pretty fast,” you mused.

His eyes remained on his project while he attached a separate piece of clay to the base, smoothing over the edges where they met. “I have a great teacher.”

After a few more silent minutes of helping him fix little mistakes and comparing your creations, you put them down together to dry. “I got us air dry clay, that way I don’t have to bake it,” you explained. “We can paint them another day.”

“Y’know, I was expecting something like that scene from Ghost,” he joked. “I was ready for you to wrap your arms around me and teach me.”

You let out a breathy laugh, standing up from the chair and walking towards the sink to wash your hands. “Not today.”

He followed close behind you and rested his chin on your shoulder as you washed your hands. “Hey, seriously. Is everything okay?” he whispered. “You’ve been really quiet.”

Ignoring his question, you lightly shrugged his chin off of you as you scrubbed your hands furiously.

“Hey,” he pushed, reaching over to turn the water off. “What’s your problem?”

“I wasn't done washing my hands.”

A twinge of frustration laced his voice as he spoke, “I don’t care, talk to me.”

You turned around to look at him, his dirty hands resting on his hips as he stared you down. “Nothing’s wrong, Donghyuck.”

“You know you can’t lie to me, right? It’s so obvious when you do,” he snarked. “You can never go to bed without saying goodnight, and yesterday you did that and ignored my messages.”

“You say this like we’re dating. Why do you care?”

He cocked his head to the side, your words stinging as he processed them. “Why do I care? Because something is obviously going on.”

You pushed past him and walked towards your bedroom, his heavy footsteps sounding behind you. “You—you care too much, Donghyuck,” you huffed. “Stop it.”

“I can’t.”

“Well, you should. I’ll even help you out.”

“What are you talking about?” he questioned.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you turned to face him. He stared at you quizzically, his eyebrows pinched together as he waited for you to respond.

“We need a break,” you said bleakly.

Haechan let out a laugh of disbelief, his arms crossed over his chest. “A break from what? Fucking without feelings?” he jeered. “I’d say we’re pretty well past that!”

“I didn’t say that!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in exasperation.

“Well you implied it, and that’s as good as anything,” he yelled back. “I’m so fucking in love with you and you can’t see it.”

Your breath hitched in your throat and your vision blurred, making Haechan a mosaic of indistinguishable colors. His narrowed eyes softened as he caught sight of a tear rolling down your cheek, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth.

You collapsed onto the foot of the bed, your hands gripping your thighs. “Haechan you cannot say that to me,” you whispered. “Please don’t use that word.”

“I won’t ever force you into something, you know that,” he said. “But I can’t pretend nothing is going on.”

“Can you at least try? For me?”

He dropped down in front of you, his legs folded beneath him as his hands grabbed yours. They were rough, flakes of dried clay falling onto your jeans. “I know what goes on in my head, baby,” he said. “I can’t pretend, and I don’t want to either.”

By now your tears had begun to fall harder, the wet droplets soaking into your olive shirt and staining it a darker shade. Your face felt hot, the entire room blurry as you tried blinking them back.

“I know something’s going on in that pretty head of yours. I’ve noticed,” Haechan murmured softly. He lifted your chin up and made you look at him, his thumb wiping stray tears from your cheeks. “Say it.”

You shook your head, swallowing back sobs as tears welled up in his eyes. “Please, you’re killing me,” he begged.

He squeezed your hands, hoping to elicit a response from you. You kept shaking your head, lips pressed into a thin line as if someone had sewn them shut for you.

Haechan’s eyes searched your face, hoping to find a silent response from you. The longer you stood quiet the further he strayed from you, and the distraught feeling that snaked itself around his throat made it feel hard to breathe.

After a few more moments of silence, he pressed a kiss to your knuckles and released your hands, letting them fall onto your lap. “That’s all I needed to know,” he mumbled.

You watched him leave the room, his shoulders drooping downward and steps defeated as he walked out with your tears on his hands. Once the door slammed shut, you made your way to the kitchen and sat down in your spot from earlier, staring blankly at his clay bowl.

Maybe he wouldn’t get to paint it after all.

𖥻 10 - REALITY CHECK

Even when he was gone, all you could see was Haechan.

The t-shirts he’d left at your apartment remained untouched in your drawer, his hoodie was still thrown over the arm of your couch, and his now hardened clay bowl remained in the center of your table. It felt like a bad breakup, albeit there was no relationship to break up in the first place.

You couldn’t bring yourself to move his things into a bag or out of your line of sight either; every time you pulled your drawer open to grab a pair of socks, his t-shirts sat there neatly folded, practically taunting you about your biggest fuck up so far. At times you thought about getting rid of them, but you knew the reason everything remained the same in your apartment was because a part of you hoped he’d come back. You hoped he’d be sleeping on your couch after you got home one day, or maybe he’d join you in finally painting the clay bowls you had made together. You hoped that even after you fucked up, he’d be able to see the good in you.

“Why does he have to see the good in you?” Your head snapped up and you met Renjun’s eyes, his brows pinched together in confusion.

“Did I say that out loud?”

“Yeah, dumbass,” he muttered. “Why does he have to be the one who comes to you?”

You rubbed your arm, lips quirked to the side in thought. “I just, y’know, want him to understand I didn’t mean it,” you mumbled.

Renjun leaned forward in his chair, interlocking his fingers. “To be honest, I wouldn’t want anything to do with you. You know you have feelings for him, why couldn’t you admit that when he was bearing his soul to you like you were in some shitty Shakespeare play?”

“I was scared!” you exclaimed. “He was laying it all on me, and I just didn’t know what to say.”

“We’ve literally gone over this,” the raven-haired boy groaned, “don’t fuck things up for yourself because you’re scared.”

“Y’know, that’s really easy for you to say considering it’s not happening to you!”

He scoffed. “Damn straight. I don’t need anyone,” he said matter-of-factly, “but you two idiots need each other.”

“I guess so,” you muttered. “I regret pushing him away.”

“I told you not to.”

You rested your chin in the palm of your hand, eyes squinted in his direction. “You’re a shitty therapist, Huang.”

“Oh, is that what we’re doing?” he asked sarcastically. “I wasn’t aware, give me a minute.”

You watched in amusement as he straightened his posture and picked up his glasses from the table, placing the thin frame on his slender nose bridge. “Therapist Huang is ready to see you now. Tell me how you’re feeling.”

“Wait, before we start, are you charging by the hour?” you asked, stifling a laugh. “I only have five dollars in cash.”

He pursed his lips for a moment, thinking to himself. “I’ll charge by how much emotional baggage you have,” Renjun said. “And don’t worry about paying, I also take Venmo and PayPal.”

A fake smile was plastered on his face as he finished speaking, earning a loud laugh from you.

“It’s nice to see you laughing now,” he mused, a smile tugging at his lips. “I know you’re still upset, but there’s no point in being stuck on what you didn’t do—focus on what you can do.”

You gave him a thumbs up. “You’re like a walking inspirational quotes page.”

Renjun let out a frustrated sigh and pinched his nose bridge. “Thank you for ruining my moment.”

“I’m only encouraging you!”

He shook his head and took his glasses off again, the wiry frame hitting the table with a soft clang! as he set them down. “Therapy session over,” he deadpanned. “Let's get down to business.”

“What business?”

“The business. Keep up!” Renjun groaned. “What’re you gonna tell Haechan?”

You leaned your chin on your palm, lips pursed in thought. “Well, I’d like to apologize to h—”

“Well no shit.” Renjun’s eyes widened as he realized what he said. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

You glared at him. “As I was saying, I wanna apologize properly, y’know? Explain myself to him, profess my undying love, the sorts.”

“So we’re just gonna skip over the whole ‘undying love’ thing?” Your best friend looked at you with low eyes, annoyance written across his face.

Waving Renjun off, you crossed one leg over the other. “Yes, we don’t have enough time for that,” you sighed. “What should I do? Hold a boombox outside of his window?”

“I know that’s supposed to be a joke, but I wouldn’t put it past you,” he grimaced. “So that’s gonna be a fat ass no from me.”

“Okay, party pooper,” you muttered, putting your hands up in mock surrender, “I’ll go the simple route.”

“And what exactly is that?”

“Well I can’t say, that ruins the element of surprise.”

“You have no clue what you’re gonna do, do you?” Renjun deadpanned.

Your lips formed a tight line, cheeks puffing up as if stuffed with food. “I have no idea.”

𖥻 11 - BROCCOLI CHEDDAR SOUP

You were procrastinating. Hard.

A few days had passed since your conversation with Renjun and you’d done nothing to further your plan of winning Haechan back. This wasn’t a complicated, forty-step mission that you had to accomplish, you just needed to see him and apologize.

No ungodly amount of shitty reality TV or holiday movies were able mask the fact you couldn’t stop thinking about Haechan either, but he felt further away with every day that passed. Things were empty without him, to the point where you wished you could go back to him keeping an unnecessary amount of clothing at your apartment just so you’d have the opportunity to tease him about it.

Every room in your apartment had a memory of him attached to it too, like a never ending reminder you had to fix this. You could imagine him sleeping on the couch, a thin blanket pulled up to his chin and soft lashes fluttering against the tops of his cheekbones, or sitting on your bed while you tried on clothes and asked for his opinion (although it often ended with him wolf-whistling annoyingly loud).

Falling back onto the sofa, a huff of air escaped your lips. “It’s just a fuckin’ apology,” you muttered to yourself. “Think.”

It wasn’t until your stomach grumbled loudly and you checked your phone that you got an idea. You got off the couch abruptly, pulling on your coat and nearly tipping over as you tried putting your sneakers on with one hand.

It was Sunday, and that meant broccoli cheddar soup at the diner.

The December air was sharp, prickling at your skin and nose enough for your eyes to brim with tears. You waited for him to answer the door, holding the styrofoam container of soup close to your chest in hopes of easing the freezing cold. As you were about to knock your knuckles against the door again, it swung open.

Haechan looked at you in surprise, his pink lips parted as he focused on your face. His hair was longer now, tufts of caramel-colored strands covering the tops of his ears and eyebrows. The white t-shirt he wore hung on his body perfectly, and even in the light of winter it contrasted beautifully against his tanned skin.

“Oh, uh, Jiyoon isn’t ho—”

“I’m not here for her,” you breathed out, your words accompanied by white puffs of air. “I’m here for you.”

Confusion flashed in his eyes but he opened the door wider anyway, letting you into the warm house.

“Those are my sweats,” he said softly.

As confused as he was, his heart swelled while looking at you. The black puffer jacket you wore was zipped all the way up to your chin, the fluffy material giving you the appearance of a child well prepared for a day of playing in snow. His sweatpants were too long and bunched up around your ankles, the gray material flowing onto the tongue of your sneakers.

You set the soup down and looked down at your legs, cheeks burning in embarrassment. “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention this morning,” you murmured.

He shook his head and smiled softly. “It’s okay, they look better on you anyway,” he replied reassuringly. “But uh, did you need something?”

“Yes, kind of. I wanna tell you I’m sorry,” you said carefully, unzipping your jacket. “And I brought us soup.”

A dulcet laugh escaped his heart-shaped lips at the mention of the soup, his tired eyes crinkling at the corners. “Let's talk first, yeah?”

You nodded and followed him to the sofa, your knees knocking together softly as you sat beside each other.

“Hyuck, I really wasn’t thinking straight,” you mumbled, wringing your hands together. “I’m sorry. I thought that—I don’t know… maybe denying what I was feeling would go better for us, but I was wrong.”

He nodded, beckoning you to continue.

“I was so scared that it would ruin things between us, but I did that all by myself,” you laughed dryly. “It felt like a bad dream; all I wanted was to wake up and see you taking over my house again.”

He let out a small laugh at that, his cheeks tinted a soft pink. “Y’know, I really wanted to call you,” he began, “but I just… I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me anymore.”

“I should have been honest with you. It wasn’t fair to you or me,” you admitted, hesitantly grabbing one of his hands.

Haechan ran his thumb across your knuckles, remaining quiet for a moment before speaking, “I think both of us should have been more honest from the beginning… but thanks for apologizing.” A smile played on his lips; not enough for the skin around his eyes to crinkle, but enough for you to know it was genuine.

“Maybe we can… go back and start over?” you suggested softly.

He nodded, shaking your hand. “I’m Donghyuck, but you can call me Haecha—”

A loud laugh escaped your lips, your hand coming up to swat his shoulder. “Not that far back, dumbass!”

𖥻 12 - NO MORE SECRETS

Haechan liked when you were vulnerable.

He liked when you didn’t wipe your tears away during sad scenes of sappy films, and he liked when you told him exactly how you felt without beating around the bush. You didn’t hide from him anymore; he could explore you with both his words and calloused hands without you holding back.

He liked when you shared, too. Spoonfuls of your soup, the expensive face wash you used, even your endless amount of paint tubes in that clear bag on the side of your desk.

“Hey, earth to loverboy,” you called to him, waving your hand in his face. “Pass me the blue paint, please.”

He reached over to grab the tube and screwed the cap off, handing it to you. “Y’know, you’re way better at this than I am. Maybe you can paint mine.”

“Nope, it’s your bowl. You paint it.”

“Please,” he groaned, dragging out the word, “I’ll give you a bajillion kisses if you do.” He blinked rapidly, trying to sway you with the flutter of his lashes and the pout that graced his lips.

“You look dumb,” you laughed. “Plus, you can’t give me a bajillion kisses. That number doesn’t exist, and your lips would fall off.”

Haechan paused for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing in thought as he turned to you.

“What are you doing?” You squinted at him.

“I’m just… thinking of my science experiment.” He shrugged. “You’ll be my lab rat, right?”

“A fuckin lab rat? What are yo—”

He squished your cheeks between his hands as he began to pepper kisses along your face, a laugh escaping your mouth as his lips sloppily pressed against your cheek.

“Let me go! That’s enough!” you cackled, pushing him away by his shoulders. “What kind of science experiment is that?”

“I think I got close to a bajillion kisses,” he said cheekily, leaning back into his chair. “Lips are still attached, babe.”

You shook your head, a faint smile on your face as you began painting again. “So annoying, Donghyuck.”

He stared at you silently, unaware of the way his lips curled into a grin as you worked. “Hey, can I tell you something?”

Humming in response, you continued to brush blue paint onto the terracotta bowl.

“I love you,” he whispered.

Your head shot up in surprise, eyes slightly widened and glittering from the reflection of the light above your kitchen table. “I love you too,” you mumbled, leaning over to kiss his lips softly.

There was no more sneaking around in his bedroom or car, and no rushing to leave before you were seen or telling little white lies. He could hold you softly and love you loudly, with no fear of what would happen next.

Haechan liked not having any more secrets, but he loved that you were finally his.

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𖤐 * ∿ BEFORE YOU GO

𖥻 SUMMARY

how you fell out of love pt 1 ( pt 2 hurt/comfort )

𖥻 CHARACTERS

diluc, kaeya, albedo & gn! reader

𖥻 LINKS

masterlist

𖥻 NOTES

please like and rb if you enjoyed ! inspired by lewis capaldi songs

𖥻 KAEYA

things have been falling apart for awhile now. and you both know it

you try and pretend that everything is alright - you tell your friends that his and your relationship is just as happy as ever

he lies and he tells the other people at the bar that you’re too busy to join him

you both lie

your relationship with him used to be spontaneous: every day with him was a new adventure

he used to surprise you with breakfast in bed. you used to come in during his work hours to say hi and drop off lunch

but it’s been almost a year since you’ve woken up with him on the other side of the bed

he used to tease you and ask you to wear his signature scarf

and you used to steal it, and swear you’d never give it back

only now, you stare at it in your closet, before returning it to his side of the clothing rack

he used to come home every night for dinner, and then ask you, with a teasing smirk, if you’d like to accompany him to angel’s share

and now he doesn’t come home until it’s late - and you pretend to be asleep as you hear his drunken footsteps stumble to your door

you’re quick to hide your tears. he never notices

you argue a lot now – but the arguments always go unresolved. he’s too scared of intimacy to give a genuine apology, and you’re too prideful to give one either

so it always is resolved by the argument being swept under the rug

it’s gotten to the point where you’re both too tired to argue – so you purpose schedule things to do whenever he has his off days from work

and he throws himself into more work to avoid coming home to you

it’s breaking, and you both know it. you just don’t know how to fix it

and there’s one particular night – on your anniversary, where you bought tickets for you guys to go on a cruise to see a performance in liyue

he’s always told you how much he wishes he could travel

and you even went out of your way to ask jean if he could have a week off, and she says yes

you made him promise to be home by six because you had a surprise for him

but when he stumbles home at eight, when the cruise ship has already left, you can’t help but feel exhaustion bubble up in your chest, as you wonder where you went wrong

(more under cut)

“you’re late.”

kaeya jumps at your voice.

“sorry, love,” he says. “i got held up at work.”

lie, lie, lie. that’s all he does anymore.

“jean says she let you off three hours ago.” he freezes at that, and you can see his mind working to come up with another excuse.

“i–”

“it’s our anniversary, kaeya.”

he huffs. “i know–”

“one fucking day. i ask you to come home for one fucking day on time, instead of going to the bar. and you can’t even listen to that.”

“y/n–”

“i bought cruise tickets.” he freezes at that. “for our anniversary. i cleared it up with jean to make sure you got the time off. i packed your stuff for you. i made sure to pack your favorite food. you always told me you wanted to see a performance in liyue.”

there’s a flicker of emotion on his face – and it’s because you love him, that you know that the one flicker speaks volumes. but you’re too fed up to even care.

you’ve spent too many nights alone to forgive him now without an apology.

he turns. “i’m going to come back when you’re more rational.”

of course. he always leaves before you can finish - he always shuts you down, he never fucking listens.

and you want to yell–you want to scream at him. you want to be angry.

but the only thing that comes out –

“do you really think we can keep going like this?”

he freezes at that. his hand hovers on the doorknob. you pretend you don’t see how they shake.

the silence is deafening. you regret asking.

“just lie to me,” you whisper. your voice has lost the anger. “lie like you always do. it’s the one thing you can do.”

he doesn’t turn. but you can still read him; you know every way his shoulder bends, every way his hands shake. you know every sign – it’s an imprint you’ll never be able to brush away.

i love you. i still do, you want to scream, you want to beg. you want to tell him that you’ll try again. you want to tell him that you’ll fight for it; the love.

but instead:

“no,” he says. his voice sounds stronger than you remember. “i don’t think it’ll work.”

he opens the door and he leaves.

you pack your things up that night.

you leave before he comes home.

little do you know, he was late because he was preparing a special dinner for you. but you will never know that.

𖥻 ALBEDO

there’s an odd feeling of knowing that something is breaking, but being unable to fix it

what used to be a loving relationship, has dissolved into brief good mornings and i have to work on my experiment

and while it used to be i have to go back to dragonspine, he used to pause and ask if you’d like to come with him

now, there’s no pause. there’s no add on

he used to take the time and break in between experiments to make sure to spend time with you – at least for a few days

if it’s been awhile since he’s seen you, he used to note to make you dinner, and spend the night with you

when he was working in his lab, you used to sit in one of the stools, absorbed in your own creations

you used to make him small bracelets – beaded necklaces, or some trinkets that he always wore

sometimes, if the experiment wasn’t vital, you used to sit by him and watch

and he used to look up from his experiment, just to stare at you and smile softly, knowing that he loved you

it’s not like that anymore

now, you sit in silence in his lab, eyes nearly closed, wondering where everything went wrong

now, you ask him if he wants food, only for him to snap at you in a harsh tone saying that he was busy

he stops inviting you to dragonspine, for fear of hurting you in the lab. but you think it’s because he’s fallen out of love

he gets to wrapped up in his experiments that he only occasionally comes out of dragonspine, and he almost never spends time with you

your dinners become awkward and tense.

something’s breaking. and you can’t tell if it’s your heart or his

and sometimes when you lay, alone, on your cold bed, you wonder how you ever thought your relationship could last forever

it only gets worse when albedo gets so wrapped up in his activities, that he forgets the things you’ve planned completely

there have been so many dates where he’s just completely forgotten, or been unable to leave the lab

and once or twice is fine. but seven?

you’ve been training to get into this apprenticeship program in liyue – and the day you get the letter of acceptance, you can’t help but be overjoyed

and it had been albedo who had encouraged you every step of the way.

and while you want to tell him, you know you shouldn’t disrupt his experiment

so you leave him a letter at his door, asking him if he could come down over the weekend during your going-away party

he reads it, but he’s unable to leave his lab. he swears he’ll make it up to you after

and while you pretend you’re having fun at the going away party, you can’t help but watch as every hour of the clock ticks by

he never shows up

and you wait longer than you should have. like every goddamn time.

you make your way up to dragonspine in early morning.

you know he didn’t show up to the going away party – still, you want to say goodbye, one last time, before you left for liyue because you knew you wouldn’t be back for at least a month.

you hesitate when you see the experiment in progress sign, and you wait there for an hour, waiting to see if it’ll be changed.

it doesn’t. and you’re running late.

fuck it, you think, opening the door.

“i’m busy,” he says, the moment the door opens.

your mouth snaps shut. something like anger and hurt both rise in your chest.

“i just wanted to say goodbye,” you say. i can’t even do that anymore.

he doesn’t even look up. “oh. y/n.”

he says your name plainly–there’s not an ounce of emotion in it. it makes you flinch.

albedo’s never been good at expressing emotion–you know that. but still, it hurts.

“do you need something?” albedo asks.

he doesn’t even know. and there you see the crumpled note you left for him, sitting in the recycling.

you scoff. “could you even pretend to care?”

he looks up at that. “can we do this after? i’m in the middle of an important experiment.”

you snap your mouth shut. of course.

you know it’s stupid – the anger you feel. you know he’s trying to keep you safe.

but not even a congratulations.

and it hurts. that he prioritizes his experiments over you.

“of course,” you say, bitterly. “i won’t interrupt.”

you leave. and deep down, you know this is a final goodbye.

little do you know that he had a surprise planned for you – little do you know that he had gone through the effort to prepare you a send off meal, thinking you wouldn’t have to leave until later.

but by the time he asks sucrose where you are, you’re already gone.

𖥻 DILUC

you can’t count how many days it’s been since you and diluc have fallen out of love

liar. you’re still in love. you know you are

but you don’t feel love anymore. you don’t even remember what it’s felt like

he used to spend mornings with you – he used to hold you in his arms, and give you a kiss to your forehead

you used to make breakfast together, chaotic or not, but still in love

you remember the days that you used to catch him staring adoringly at you while you tried to make the eggs, breaking into a grin

he used to always remember to give you a good morning kiss – no matter how late he was – and just give you a soft smile while saying “just one for the road”

you sit at the empty kitchen counter now. diluc is long gone

he barely mutters a “good morning,” always rushing to leave, even though you know he won’t come back until you’re asleep

and you won’t ever admit it, but you wait for him. every night

you wait in your bed, sitting up at every creak, wondering if he’ll finally be home

and when he is, you pretend to be asleep

he doesn’t pull you close anymore. instead, he stays on his side of the bed

he throws himself more into work – there have been so many times when you’ve tried to schedule a vacation with him, but he always cancels last minute

you’ve wanted to take a trip to liyue with him for ages–but every time, he cancels because of work

so many weekend plans, down the drain

he’s forgotten about your plans so many times – and when people ask you where diluc is, you just smile and say that he got caught up in work, pretending that you’re fine

he apologizes every time. but i’m sorry can only go so far

you had planned a trip for your and his anniversary – the same liyue trip you were supposed to have gone on six months ago

but on the day you were supposed to leave, he leaves a note saying that he won’t be able to go again because of work

you’re waiting for him when he gets home.

it’s past two in the morning - and you always wait. you never tell him, knowing he’ll feel guilty if he knew, but this time, is an exception.

he slides in through the window, jumping when he sees you looking back at him.

he tries to smile but it’s strained. “y/n. why are you still up?”

you stare him, blankly.

“are you kidding me?”

he freezes at your tone.

“is this about the trip?” he asks. “i’m sorry, dear, but i can’t go. i have work.”

you can see the exhaustion in him – and you know it’s selfish to argue now when he looks dead on his feet, but you also know that he’s skipped on you far too many times for you to forgive him.

“you say this every time,” you say. “i’ve been begging you to hire someone to help so you’re not working every hour. it’s one weekend, diluc.”

“let’s talk about it tomorrow,” diluc says.

you scoff. “tomorrow? when you leave even before i wake up? sure, continue avoiding me like you always do.”

he flinches. “y/n–”

“i’m tired of this, diluc,” you say, with an exhale. “you said you’d try. you said you’d try and make time. but last weekend when i bought you tickets to see a show that you wanted to go to, you told me you had to cancel. and the time before that, you cancelled on my birthday dinner. i don’t–i can’t do this anymore. i can’t be the only one who puts effort into this.”

and you can pinpoint the exact moment you see his heart shatter, as his eyes widen. and you know – you know it will haunt you for the next year.

but it has to be said. and whatever your relationship once was–it ended a long time ago.

he swallows the lump in his throat, reaching out. “y/n–”

you flinch, taking a step back. he freezes.

“i tried, diluc,” you say, swallowing. “i really did.”

and then you’re gone.

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