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wonderlustlucas · 5 years ago

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jack pot ; part 3 - hwang hyunjin

⇢ prompt You know it’s bad when you’re high as a kite and he’s still on your mind. ⇢ pairing hwang hyunjin x female reader ⇢ word count 6.4k ⇢ genre fluff & angst (not heavy, just in a slow burn kind of way) ⇢ warnings (18+) drug use, a suggestive make out & the mention of a boner twice maybe ⇢ summary College is a matter of working hard and playing hard. It’s an opportunity to start fresh, to grow as an individual and to blossom with those you befriend. People come and people go, leaving their mark on your life and showing you all the parts of becoming an adult. Some, however, do more than leave their mark. Some take just as much as they give. Things become complicated once they take the entirety of your love because you outright offered it to them.—college!au ; stoner!au ; friends to lovers!au ⇢ a/n AAAAAAAA omg im so excited to post this, this by far is my fav part of jack pot & i cant wait to hear what u all think!!! sorry its a bit shorter than the other parts, & technically this is the *last* part, but there will be an epilogue where you will see how everything comes to be!!!! have fun reading!!! <3

⇠ part 2

five.

“Oh, fuck, he’s good,” Yeji gasps, shoving her phone into Maddie’s hands before faceplanting into the table.

“Are you H-T-T-P because I’m colon-slash-slash without you,” Maddie reads with a chuckle, thumbs hesitating over the keyboard. “Quick, YN, look up some pick-up lines.”

Closing the tab on the article you should be reading but has been long forgotten, you promptly do as you are told and open the first link from your search, Minho and Jisung leaning in to help. “There,” Jisung stops you, pointing to one, “’Are you a parking ticket? Because you have fine written all over you.’”

The table can’t help but burst into laughter at such a sentence. It’s stupid, but ever since Yeji and Kim Sunwoo began texting, their conversations have been full of tacky puns and emoji-filled compliments.

“Damn,” Maddie whistles, setting the phone back into Yeji’s limp hand, “he’s already typing back.”

“Gross,” Ryujin teases, busy typing away on her laptop. How she manages to multitask so well is a skill you certainly lack. “Why don’t you just like, I don’t know, ask him out?” Jisung asks and when you glance up, he’s looking at you. “Because that’s the guy’s job,” Maddie quickly saves the day, winking to you when you send her a grateful smile.

“Bullshit,” Jeongin scoffs. Everyone, even Ryujin, stops to look at him.

Did he just curse?

“I mean, like,” he stammers, cheeks turning rosy at all the attention, “it’s 2020. Guys have insecurities, too.”

“I agree,” Minho hums, looking to Maddie with hearts in his eyes, “that kind of confidence is enough to make any boy fall in love.”

“Yeah, but—”

Lia rebuts, but your attention quickly falls elsewhere when a text message first appears on your laptop, then your phone.

hwang hyunjin🦔🕺🏻💞🧻 [now] Where r u rn?

Unable to fight your smile, you quickly type back.

[3:39 PM] YN: outside hollin st café [3:39 PM] YN: why? :)

“Have you seen their new house, YN?” Minho asks, prompting you to click your phone off and set it back on the table. “Whose house?”

“Changbin’s parents.”

“Oh,” shaking your head, you distantly curse Chan for keeping your friend busy today. Unlike Jisung, Changbin likes to write lyrics and do whatever other music stuff during the day at a normal time instead of the middle of the fucking night while stoned and trying to finish his computer science assignments at the same time. “No, he forgot to send me pictures.”

“Dude,” Jisung sighs dreamily, “it’s huge. So nice. I think the front door alone could cover tuition.”

“Is it really that nice?” Maddie asks in awe.

“He started to show me pics the other day but couldn’t finish but the kitchen… unnecessary,” Ryujin quips, pausing her work to check her phone. “Yeah, it’s insane. The whole place is unnecessary but the kitchen is like, a house in itself,” Jeongin hums, head shaking in disbelief.

“Damn, now I really want to see it,” you sigh, making a mental note to hunt Changbin down so he can show you. “It’s like Hyunjin and his rings,” Minho snickers, “he has so many. Whenever we’re out, if he sees a ring, boom. It’s his.”

Well, he’s not wrong but… You bite your tongue no matter how badly you wish to defend Hyunjin and his affinity for rings and jewelry in general. The boy has taste, what can you say? You certainly are not complaining about Hyunjin’s long fingers and the way he chooses to decorate them.

“I never thought I’d hear Changbin’s parent’s kitchen be analogous to Hyunjin’s jewelry collection, yet here we are,” Maddie chuckles, leaning over Yeji to peek at her conversation with Sunwoo.

“Wow, speak of the devil,” Jisung pipes up of course as soon as you have reopened the tab to your assignment. Changbin or Hyunjin, you don’t know, head whipping up to find out and a peculiar mix of relief and panic settling over you once you spot the latter. “Uh oh, YN’s gonna go into cardiac arrest.”

As subtly as you can, you elbow Jisung in the stomach and smile at Hyunjin as he nears. “Hey,” keeping his eyes on you, Hyunjin approaches your table and stops behind Maddie opposite from you, “I’m sorry, I should have asked if you were busy.” His cheeks, already flushed, burn pinker once he looks away to smile weakly at everyone else.

“I’m not busy!” You squeak, scrambling to close your laptop and shove it in your bag. “Are you sure? I can come back later?” He offers, tilting his head and this is when you realize he is holding a bubble tea in each hand. And from the looks of it, one seems to be your usual order. “No, she’s not,” Jeongin answers for you, recognizing your stupefied expression.

“I was just – yeah. No,” rushing to stand and swing your legs out around the bench, you nearly fall flat on your face, “I wasn’t doing anything, actually.” Steadying yourself with a hand on Minho’s shoulder, you heave a labored breath before carefully walking to meet Hyunjin.

“Okay,” he beams, either oblivious to how flustered you are or simply choosing to ignore it. Turning to wave to your friends, he hands you one of the cups and you realize it is, in fact, your favorite boba. Oh boy. “See ya later,” you wave to them as well, nose wrinkling when both Jisung and Maddie wink in return.

Following after Hyunjin, you finally allow yourself to take notice of his attire and can’t help but feel confused. He looks good. And not in the good attractive way—he always looks good. But good as in formal. It’s four o’clock on a Tuesday in October and he’s out here looking as if he just got out of a business meeting. White button-down tucked into fitted black slacks, dress shoes, black tie, and he even has a black suit jacket draped over his arm. His hair is styled, too; ever since he dyed it back to black, he’s been growing it out long enough for his bangs to cover his eyes. Now, however, it’s parted down the middle and seems as if he’s ever so slightly curled it away from his face.

Suddenly, you feel ridiculous walking beside him in mom jeans and a baggy sweatshirt from high school.

“Thanks for the boba,” you mumble around your straw, brain still preoccupied trying to get over how utterly handsome he is. “Why do you look so fancy?”

The side of his mouth twitches up at your words, but his eyes stay glued to the sidewalk as you continue to your unknown destination. “I had an audition,” Hyunjin admits, voice devoid of emotion as if it’s not important at all. “An audition?” You echo. “Why do you sound so not super mega excited? How did it go? What was it for?”

“Well—”

“Wait!” You interrupt, stopping your walk once you realize he had an audition and you didn’t know. “You had an audition? What – why didn’t you tell me?”

Hyunjin frowns, avoiding your gaze and dragging his bottom teeth over his top lip. “I didn’t tell anyone,” he finally says before reaching for your hand and tugging you away from the walkway and into your campus’ main courtyard. “Why? Is it some sort of secret or something, Hyunjin?” You scoff, sounding way more annoyed than you intended. But you are annoyed; why didn’t he want to tell anyone?

“No,” he sighs, finding an empty area in the grass and lowering himself to sit, “I just… didn’t want anyone to know. Didn’t want to make it a big deal.”

“Hyunjin,” you sigh, visibly softening for him and settling down next to him, crisscrossing your legs, “it is a big deal. I don’t know what it’s for, but if it’s important enough for you to audition, then it’s important to us, too. You don’t need to be humble twenty-four-seven, you know. I’m sure you could have used our support.”

“I didn’t get it, though,” Hyunjin whispers, “they just – I didn’t get in. I wasn’t good enough.” Sensing the sadness in his voice, you find a lump forming in your throat when you notice the way his bottom lip trembles. “Hey,” panicking, you set your boba down and sit up on your knees to wrap your arms around him, cradling his head into your chest once tears start falling, “no. Don’t ever say you’re not good enough, Hyunjin.”

“But if I did better, practiced more, than I would—"

“Stop,” you hush, combing your fingers through his hair and brushing strands away from his eyes, “I’ve never met someone who works as hard as you do. You can’t beat yourself up over this. Everything happens for a reason. You don’t know what could have happened if you got in. You could have hurt yourself eventually, or maybe met someone who’s a real asshole.”

“Yeah,” is all he says, quiet and muffled when he turns to press his forehead into your sternum, body still trembling as he lets out all his tears. You stay like that for a while, holding him against you and soothing a hand up and down his back until his sniffling falls quiet. “Listen,” you finally sigh, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him back. Your heart sinks once you take in the wet trails down his cheeks and the puffiness of his eyes. “Forget about it. Was it something for dance?”

When he nods subtly, you cup his face in your hands and swipe his cheeks with your thumbs. “You are an amazing dancer, Hyunjin. You can’t let this get to your head. And I don’t want you working your ass off more than you do already. Practice makes perfect, sure, but you need to rest. What about the idea Changbin came up with?”

“The YouTube thing?”

“Yes! Filming dance tutorials or just posting your routines is a really good idea,” you remind him, wiping your hands on your jeans once he falls back onto the grass with a gentle thud, hair flaying around him like a halo. Your limbs twitch with the urge to lie beside him, maybe throw an arm around him and rest your cheek on his chest, fingers tracing the soft features of his face, stroking through his hair and reminding him just how innately perfect he is, inside and out. You, of course, resist such a temptation, flopping down beside him and staring up at the clouds with a heavy heart.

“I could do that. Maybe,” Hyunjin huffs. Tilting your head to look at him, you find yourself knee-deep in that familiar longing feeling, pausing simply to appreciate how pretty he is in the evening sun, cheeks rosy from crying and hair begging to be touched. Shaking your head to rid such daydreams, you remind yourself how fragile his emotions are right now. Now is no time to get caught up on a fantasy. Reaching for your tea, you lean up on an elbow and redirect your gaze to the trees, the promise of winter having turned what was green burnt sienna and butterscotch, leaving trees barren and branches swaying gently in the crisp breeze that leaves you curling into yourself. “You should,” you hum, distant, mind clawing to come up with the words you want to say.

“Come here,” Hyunjin says now, voice stronger than before and when his hand wraps gently around your wrist, you can’t find it in yourself to resist. Allowing him to pull you back down beside him, you curl into his side, resting your head a safe distance away from his own and onto the curve of his arm. “Thank you for being so good to me,” he expresses. You squeeze your eyes shut when the arm you lie on wraps around your shoulders and pulls you substantially closer. “I need to tell you something.”

A long stretch of silence falls upon you and for a moment, you are unsure the words even left your mouth. What are you thinking?

“Wait! I have something first,” Hyunjin sighs, missing the way your breath hitches. “Okay,” you whisper, fiddling with one of the buttons on his shirt and focusing all your attention there.

“I just – I think… I owe you an apology,” he finally says, “I need to apologize for something that I did a while ago that I know probably hurt.” Your chest tightens. There’s a lot that has hurt you when it comes to Hyunjin, but none that he’s done purposely. None that are his fault. None that he should be apologizing for.

“I feel like we came to some mutual understanding to not mention what happened when we were freshmen, but it kills me to know that – that something happened, and we never talked about it,” Hyunjin starts, grip tightening on your shoulder and suddenly, you think you are dreaming. This cannot possibly be real. “I know it was awkward but, I also know me and Yiren dating was… ah. I don’t know.”

When he falls silent, you are unsure of what to say or do. You have no idea what the end goal of this conversation is. Hardly a minute ago, your heart and your brain decided it was time to tell him. Now, you’re not so sure you can do that until he finishes, and you are not about to give him your two cents if his reasoning for bringing it up is not the same as yours.

“I just want to apologize for not being brave enough to talk to you about it. I know I was confused, but I’m sure it was worse for you when they told you about her,” Hyunjin continues, sensing your rendered silence, “and it’s been so long since that happened, and now, you’re one of my closest friends.” Ouch.

“But I’ve been thinking,” when he picks up again, your eyes fly open in a panic. He’s been thinking. Hyunjinhas been thinking. You think you are going to pass out. “And I just feel like we… me and you, I mean—"

The standard iPhone alarm blares from beside you, promptly cutting him off and you think it is the biggest cockblock known to man. “Shit,” he hisses, leaning up to tug his phone from his pocket and in the process nudging you from your comfortable position. Sitting back up, nerves aflame and heart racing, your brows shoot up in confusion when all he does is stare at the number calling him. “What are you doing?”

“It’s the studio I was just at,” he scoffs in disbelief, barely glancing at you before looking back to his phone. You have never wanted to shrivel up and die as much as you want to right now. “Well? Aren’t you going to answer?”

Hyunjin makes a noise of acknowledgement before tapping the green icon and bringing the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

Sitting quietly beside him, you watch with a forced smile as his hummed responses and subtle nods morph into enthusiastic laughs and wide, beaming smiles. Hyunjin notices your confusion when you tilt your head, mouthing a ‘What?’ to him.

“They made a mistake,” he whispers, covering the speaker of his phone, “read off the wrong Hwang. I’m in.” When he grins excitedly at you, your response isn’t as cheerful as it could be. As it should be. “Yay!” You whisper, clapping gently but quickly turning to your boba when the other line begins speaking again. Looking away, you take a hefty sip, nearly choke on a tapioca ball, and build the walls around your heart up all over again in a matter of seconds.

“I’ve gotta go,” whispering, you manage one more pained smile before getting to your feet and wiping your butt of any possible grass stains, “good luck!” When he shines you one more breathtaking smile and waves excitedly, you hastily head in the other direction, wrapping your arms around yourself and swallowing past the lump that threatens to form the farther you walk.

It must be nice, you think, frantically wiping at your waterline. Must be nice to put yourself out there and have things work out the way you want them to. Must be nice being told you’re ‘in,’ you’re wanted, you’re desired.

It must be nice.

six.

Pick up food, you said. Ask Jisung, you said.

Your conscience is a big fat oompa loompa ass bitch. You would have never called Jisung to ask him if he wanted anything from Taco Bell if you knew he was with Changbin. And not just Changbin, you realized four minutes into your call; Seungmin and Hyunjin, too. Apparently he went over their place to record, or something, and didn’t care to let you know. Not that you’re his mom and he has too—but it would have been nice, and would have saved you from spending almost fifty dollars at Taco Bell.

“I tried calling Jisung but he didn’t answer,” you snap once Seungmin answers your call with a muffled hello. “Can one of you please come out and help me carry this in?” You glance at the five large sodas and two bags full of food in your passenger seat with a grimace. “Sure,” he agrees and you make a mental note for the umpteenth time just how much you love Seungmin, “I’ll be out in a sec.”

True to his word, you spot him making his way out of their apartment and across the small courtyard to meet you by your car not even a minute later, hauling each bag under his arms. “Thank you,” left only with the cupholder, you hurriedly lock your car and follow after him. “No problem. Thanks for being our Uber Eats,” then, pursing his lips, “how much was this?”

“Forty-seven something,” you grumble unhappily, knowing this was a big hit to your debit. “We’ll pay you back, don’t worry,” Seungmin smiles, leading you up the final flight of stairs and kicking open the ajar door.

Immediately, you’re hit with the smell.

“Dear, fucking hell,” making a face, you rub your nose to keep from sneezing, “it reeks in here. How have you guys not been kicked out yet?”

The stench of weed generally does not bother you anymore, but still—they could light a candle, or something. Seungmin shrugs, setting the bags down on the kitchen counter. “Luck, I guess.”

“IS THAT YN?” From another room, you hear Changbin shout, followed by an excited shriek from Jisung. “They’re high. Very high. You’ve been warned,” Seungmin whispers just as tweedle dee and tweedle dum themselves come flying around the corner. “YN!” Jisung grins, engulfing you in a dramatic hug. “Watch,” you hiss, regarding the blunt held between his fingers that comes dangerously close to your hair.

“Sorry,” he smiles, then, without warning, sticks the thing right between your lips. “I didn’t even offer.” Well, when life gives you lemons…

You hesitantly take the hit and blow the smoke away from him. You weren’t planning on getting high today, but here you are. “Thanks,” shaking your head as if that will clear it, you turn to Changbin and snugly wrap your arms around him. Every day you thank the heavens that he is a chill, calm high, unlike your maniac of a roommate.

“Thanks for the food,” fishing into his pockets and pulling out a crumpled ten-dollar bill, he slaps it into your palm. You only hum in reply, shoving it into your own pocket and praying you don’t lose it before you remember to put it in your wallet. “Where’s Hyunjin?” You ask, no longer caring about being slick.

“In his room,” Seungmin answers, rummaging through the bags to find what he ordered. Then, “HYUNJIN!” You jump, reaching for your soda and standing away from the other three until they have claimed whatever belongs to them. No sooner than Seungmin calls for him, you hear a door being cracked open and out comes Hyunjin.

He looks extremely disheveled. Like, just woke up from a two-month hibernation, disheveled. In the blink of an eye, however, he rakes a hand through long blonde hair and promptly sets a baseball cap backwards to keep the strands away and suddenly, he doesn’t look so disheveled anymore. You force yourself to look away, cursing the way your gut twists.

“Gimme my crunchwrap,” you say around your straw, snatching the blunt from Jisung’s fingers and moving around him to fetch your dinner. He doesn’t even protest.

He knows you need it more than he does.

“That’s a lot of food,” Hyunjin says once he has finally entered the kitchen, voice groggy and eyes puffy from sleep. Or from being high, you can’t tell. Pressing his chest to your back, he wraps one arm around you to keep you against him while the other reaches into a bag to take what’s his. Swallowing past the desert dryness of your throat, you manage a thick inhale from the blunt before tilting your head to look at him and mentally thanking the other three for taking it as their cue to head out.

“Not my fault you guys eat like animals,” you chuckle shakily, trying to ignore the firmness of his body against yours, veins prominent on the arm that holds you against him and the ripple of muscle along his abdomen noticeable even through his shirt and yours. Dear god, it is too early for this. Not even seven o’clock and you are already drooling in more places than one.

Hyunjin pouts as if it is not true. “How much do I owe you?” He asks, finally moving away to grab his drink and you can’t help your disappointment, quickly finishing the blunt before tapping it out into one of the many ashtrays. “Don’t worry about it,” you wave off, digging through their drawers for a paper plate.

“YN,” Hyunjin deadpans, regarding you with a raised brow once you come up and begin unwrapping your food. You refuse to look him in the eye. “What do I owe you?” He repeats, firmer this time and it sends a chill down your spine when it most certainly should not. Sighing, you retrieve the receipt from your pocket and count everything he got. “Thirteen.”

Humming in content, Hyunjin reaches for his wallet on the counter and pulls a ten and five out. “There,” he beams, tucking the bills into your pocket himself. Rolling your eyes, you pray he does not notice how you flush and hurry out of the kitchen to join Seungmin on the sofa.

“House Hunters?” You ask with a laugh, looking at the TV once you have settled next to him. “I told you HGTV is the best.”

Seungmin hums in agreement. “I thought it was stupid at first, but Hyunjin was watching Fixer Upper and I got addicted,” he says, nodding to the older boy doing a little dance in the kitchen as he eats one of his tacos. Your heart does somersaults at the sight. “They’re all so good,” you agree after taking a few bites of your own food, eyes trained on the television, “House Hunters is a classic, though.”

“I like the international one,” Hyunjin adds on his way over, crashing unceremoniously next to you. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Seungmin wrinkle his nose when Hyunjin sets his free hand casually on your thigh. “Shh,” he grumbles, vaguely gesturing to the screen and chewing a mouthful of food, “I wanna hear what the house has.”

One episode turns to two, which turns to three, which turns to four, and suddenly you have been watching House Hunters with Seungmin and Hyunjin for almost three hours. It definitely is the weed, always making time perpetually slower, and it did not help when Jisung and Changbin reappeared sometime during your binge with one of Felix’s bongs. Not necessarily how you intended to spend your precious Friday night, but there is no sense in complaining when you are with your buddies and Hyunjin, of course.

Taco Bell long gone, you watch with blurry eyes when Hyunjin gets up from his slumped position against you to head into the kitchen and open the freezer. This, as well as the realization that House Hunters has ended and gone to some other, not-as-cool show, brings both you and Seungmin somewhat back to reality.

“It’s almost ten,” Seungmin announces, staring dazedly at the time on his phone. You hum in acknowledgment, certainly sober enough to reply but simply too lazy to. “I think I’m going to bed. Or play something. Don’t wreck the place,” he sighs, dragging a hand down his face before standing up. “G’night, Minnie,” you smile, watching with a furrowed brow as he continues down the hall and into his room. It isn’t until you hear his door click shut does the weight of being alone with Hyunjin settle on your chest.

It’s not like you haven’t spent time alone with Hyunjin before. In fact, that usually is the way it’s been in the past three years; whether the two of you decided to do your own thing or the rest of your friends eventually left or went to bed, you are used to this feeling. Used to ignoring the butterflies in your gut when he does something particularly cute and used to tampering down the mental images you conjure up knowing it’s just you and him.

But that doesn’t make things any easier. No matter how hard you try, you simply can’t help but feel this way around Hyunjin, especially when you’re alone. That’s just the way the cookie crumbles.

“Whatcha wanna watch?” Hyunjin asks around one last spoonful of ice cream before setting the pint back into the freezer. “Uhh…” You drone, blinking heavily at the TV and back to him as he makes his way back over. “I dunno, I’m sure you’ve been watching some drama. You can put that on.”

“You sure?” He asks with a raised brow, collapsing next to you and slumping dramatically halfway down the cushions. “Yes,” laughing, you find yourself reaching out to tuck messy strands of hair back behind his ear without hesitation, “also, why are you wearing a hat inside?”

Hyunjin pauses, straining to look up as if he will be able to see the back of his cap against his forehead. “I’m wearing a hat?”

“Yes, you idiot,” in comes the endless weed giggles and you find yourself unable to stop laughing, watching with teary eyes as he sits up and takes his hat off. “I don’t remember putting this on,” he chuckles airily, flipping the cap back and forth in his hands before tossing it onto the coffee table. “Should I cut it?”

“No!” You shout a little too quickly and a little too loudly. Shrinking against the arm of the couch, you ignore his amused smile and look to his long hair, freshly bleached strands falling down to his neck and shorter pieces brushing against his cheeks. Fuck, it should be illegal to look this good. “I like it long. It really suits you.”

“It’s annoying,” Hyunjin grins despite his complaint, lifting his legs onto the couch and flopping onto his side, head now resting on your lap. “I don’t know what to do with it.”

Now that he’s offered playing with his hair on a silver platter, you don’t hesitate combing your fingers through it, tugging out pieces stuck under his head and brushing it out completely. “You could pull the sides back,” you hum distantly, separating a section of hair near his temple to pull back, “or make a bun with what you can. You just have to play around with it.”

Humming in agreement, Hyunjin resituates himself after reaching for the remote and switching to Netflix. When you go back to simply raking your fingers from root to tip in irregular directions, you don’t miss the way his eyelids flutter at the motion and make sure to pay extra attention to his scalp. When this turned into a head massage, you’re not entirely sure.

The drama Hyunjin puts on is unbearable. You stopped paying attention a while ago, focusing more on him and how he seems to enjoy it, fingers busy braiding random sections of hair, taking them out, and then braiding them again. With two finally done the way you want them to, you are midway through the third when your fingers begin to cramp up.

“Why’d you stop?” Hyunjin asks seconds after you drop the braid and stretch your fingers out. “Fingers are cramping,” chuckling at the disappointed pout of his lips, you crack what knuckles you can before going back and undoing the unfinished braid. “Oh,” he mutters, cheek still pressed against your leg, “feels good.”

Humming in response, you ignore the way his words make your heart swell and begin gathering all his hair into a ponytail, pressing the braids to lay flat and finally tying it with a hair tie once you have combed up all that you can. Immediately, his bangs and hairs closer to the nape of his neck fall out, leaving the ponytail spikey and messy. At least the braids look good. You can’t help but giggle.

“What?” Hyunjin asks, pausing his show and leaning up. “What’d you do?”

“Go see for yourself,” pointing to the bathroom, you comb out a looped piece of hair before he stands to do just that. His ponytail bobs the entire walk there.

When he reaches the door and flips the light on, you watch from your position as he checks himself out, brushing away his bangs and flicking the pony. You frown when he accidentally yanks at a braid.

“Come here,” you say, sitting up, “you messed up the braid.”

“Honestly,” Hyunjin considers his reflection one last time before skipping his way over, “it doesn’t look half bad.” Expecting him to sit back next to you, your pulse quickens when he anchors a hand to the armrest and leans in front you, only inches away from your face. “No, definitely,” you say once you have gotten over the shock of him being so close so suddenly, “I like it in the ponytail. You’d really impress the girls if you braided your hair yourself.” Reaching up to tuck hair back into the braid and press it down flat once more, you don’t miss the way his brows draw together and lips twitch down. “What?”

Time ceases to exist as Hyunjin begins to come closer. In reality, you know it simply is a matter of seconds, but all of space and time seems to still once he leans forward. It feels as if an eternity goes by, allowing you to count each individual eyelash, memorize the details of his skin, take note of the smoothed lines on his plump lips. The way time slows is cruel; it allows panic to set in, the realization that he most certainly is looming over you with his eyes on your lips sending a spark of excitement and anxiety through your veins.

And then, just as this realization and this panic has set your nerves aflame, a gentle hand comes to cradle your jaw before Hyunjin’s lips press against yours.

It is so easy to surrender to the taste and touch of him. Instantly, an eruption of emotions and thoughts spiraling out of control fills you, yet your brain focuses only on Hyunjin, Hyunjin, Hyunjin. This is not the first time you have kissed him, nor the first time simply having him so close, but the feeling that radiates from your heart outward is unlike anything you have felt before. This is uncalled for. This is not like two years ago. You were not expecting this.

Hyunjin sighs into the kiss when you lean up to loop your arms around his neck. No sooner have you done this, he breaks away to sit beside you once more, hands reaching for your waist and guiding you to sit over his lap.

You could kiss him all day, you think, palms lying flat by his collarbones before fisting the material of his shirt when his tongue prods at the seam of your lips. Blood seemingly coming to a boil and nerves sparking dangerously, you find yourself quickly sobering up as the minutes tick by, completely and utterly addicted to him and this feeling, this feeling you have craved but never crossed the line for. And now, it’s yours to keep.

Forgetting the braids, you seize the opportunity to rake your fingers through his hair. Different, than how you did earlier. Desperate. Combing it away from his face once, twice, swallowing his groans when you tug at the roots, you realize with a whine that his hands have left your face in favor of dragging down your sides, circling back to squeeze at your breasts, rubbing at your thighs and finally sliding back to your ass, situating you more comfortably on his thighs.

When Hyunjin finally breaks the kiss to journey elsewhere, littering chaste kisses across your jaw, below your ear, down your neck, the weight of your actions finally hits you. It is overwhelming, the way you come spiraling back to reality, and you are not sure if the quiet moan that leaves you is due to the press of something else against your thigh or simply the realization that you are making out with Hyunjin.

You have to stop before you get hurt again.

“Hyunjin,” you gasp, shuddering when his soft lips brush against your jaw, “wait. We need to talk.”

He pauses at this, fingers digging into your sides and you feel his frown against your neck. “What’s there to talk about?” He murmurs, arms sliding around you and tugging you closer, prompting you to wrap your arms around his neck and hug him close and pretend like his boner isn’t digging into you.

It’s your turn to frown. “About us,” whispering, you lift one hand to stroke through his hair, “we need to talk about us.”

“I thought my feelings were very clear,” Hyunjin scoffs, all tenderness in his voice gone. Instinctively, you lean back, blinking at him in surprise. “Unless this is just another one of your games? Does this not mean anything to you, YN? I don’t think I could stomach you running off to Changbin or fucking Chan again.”

His words pierce your heart before you have even fully processed them, hurt flashing across your features and your body goes numb. “What?” Is all you can manage, scrambling to get away from him, chest heaving and eyes suddenly burning with the brine of tears. “What are you talking about, Hyunjin?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about!” He shouts. You flinch, not from the way he raises his voice, but from the genuine sadness in his eyes. “The past three years have been a constant battle with you. We’re best friends, for fucks sake, I figured out a long time ago that you have feelings for me. Feelings more than best friends. Yet every fucking time we started moving in the right direction, you turned your back on me.”

You can do nothing but stand there and let the tears fall. All the words and bottled emotions you wish to say are right there on the tip of your tongue, but you simply cannot bring yourself to voice them. Not when he’s right. Not when you have turned your back on him time and time again.

And then, he hisses more to himself than you, “Is this just sloppy seconds? You never once thought about my feelings in all of this?”

The anger brewing within you suddenly bursts from the dam and hisses through your body like deadly poison. “Sloppy seconds?” You snarl, fists clenching. “Who the fuck do you think you are? Your feelings? You just said you know how I feel about you, so why didn’t you ever do anything about it? How was I supposed to know you felt the same?”

“I thought it was pretty fucking obvious,” Hyunjin spits back, gaze narrowing, “didn’t think I had to spell out the fact that I like you, YN. You’re a smart girl.”

“Do not treat me like a child,” clenching your jaw, you have to look away for a moment, pacing one, two, three steps, hands raking through your hair and wiping away the stream of tears from your cheeks. You have never been filled with such rage. Having finally reached its boiling point, it now consumes you whole, sweeping off in waves and destroying all boundaries. “Confessing is not an easy thing, as you apparentlyknow, so don’t make me seem like the only idiot here. But maybe I was wrong about you if you think of me as just sloppy seconds.”

“I never said that!” Hyunjin barks, standing up to grasp your wrist when you turn away to grab your keys. “Don’t put words in my mouth! I would never, never think of you that way. I just don’t understand why you never spoke up after all this time. I’ve been dying, YN, you have no clue how badly I have been—”

“Oh, believe me, I know,” you snap, yanking your arm away from him, “I told you, Hyunjin. Telling someone you love them isn’t as easy as learning to ride a bike. You’re right, I have turned my back on you. But not intentionally. I’ve been scared, I’m a pussy, whatever.” Biting your top lip as if it will stop the tears that continue to fall freely, you avoid looking at him and glance back to find not only Seungmin, but Jisung and Changbin, too, peeking out from their doors with eyes blown wide with shock. Once you have noticed them, however, they panic and scramble to get out of sight.

Sighing shakily, you look back to Hyunjin and cannot ignore the way your heart sinks at the sight of him. Even upset, he is beautiful. You wonder how much you will see him after this.

“You don’t have to tell me you like me back to make me feel better, Hyunjin,” bouncing on your heels, you suddenly feel exhausted, body and soul heavy with the words you not only spoke, but heard, too. “We can figure this out another day, but for now, I need to go home. I’ll see you.”

Turning away once more, you do not make it very close to the front door before he stops you once more. “Wait, YN,” Hyunjin huffs, smiling softly when he reaches for your hand and you do not pull away. Running his tongue over his lip, he seems to hesitate for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts.

“Did you mean it when you said you love me?”

⇢ epilogue

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hobicomeholla29 · 5 years ago

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‘Perfect Timing’ - One-Shot

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Crack/ Fluff

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: curse words

A/N: Unedited cuz it’s 2AM/Gotta thank my fav beta reader @sugaa-sugaaa for bearing with me and my shenanigans

Summary: Tae and his girlfriend want time off bangtan but does bangtan want the same? AKA Jimin is petty xD

Masterlist

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"Are you ready?" You whispered to him.

"Ready!" He whispered back.

The time on your phone read 2:30AM. The perfect time for sneaking out of a house full of 20 something year-olds, who want to spend their time-off together with their best friends at a secluded country club, but one of them wanted to escape the place, to spend that time with his girlfriend.

"Ow! Tannie! That was my finger!"

"Shhh! Don't yell at Tannie and hurry up!"

Usually Yeontan doesn't bite, but Taehyung had been bribing him with a beef jerky, so he wouldn't bark, as you guys made your way through the house. You both swung your backpacks over your shoulder, phones in your pocket and Tannie in arms.

Taehyung's room was the last in corridor, which meant that you had to walk by all of the other boy's rooms in order to make it to the stairs and to the front door, to then walk to the main gate and get in the uber that would be arriving soon to take you to the airport.

You turned the knob for the door and pulled it open, making sure you made little to no noise.

You were aware of the creaking sound all the doors in this house made when they were being opened or closed and it the middle of the night, someone was bound to hear it.

You fully exited the room, making sure your step is inaudible and soon after Taehyung followed with Yeontan in his arms as he clicked the door closed behind him.

In front of you, a long hallway with 4 doors to each side, remained. On each side of the hall, one of the doors was a bathroom and the remaining ones were bedrooms.

The first doors you walked by, were Jungkook’s to the left and Hoseok’s to the right. You are almost certain that Hoseok was knocked the heck out, but Jungkook might have been up late.

You signaled Taehyung to wait until you went first, that way you could check if any lights could be seen coming from under the door.

You went past the door without a problem and so did Tae right after.

The next 2 doors were Namjoon’s to the left and Jin’s to the right. Both were dangerous. Jin could be gaming and Namjoon could be reading or producing or writing or whatever a Kim Namjoon does with his free time at 2:00AM.

Tae made a sign, stating he would go first, since he could recognize if there was any shuffling behind the doors better than you could.

He signed once more that the coast was clear, and you quickly ran to his side.

The next 2 doors were easy. They were both bathrooms, however right after them, the last two doors remained, where Yoongi and Jimin slept. Yoongi to the left and Jimin to the right.

Right when you were a little past the bathroom and sighing in relief.

*Bark-bark*

Your eyes widened and searched for Tea's, whose features matched your expression.

You heard noise coming from one of the doors you had already passed by and started to panic.

You bumped into each other twice, frantically shifting around as you thought about what to do.

Suddenly you felt like you were being pulled back, you yelped a little and your mouth was quickly covered by a hand.

Taehyung had pulled you both into the bathroom and locked yourselves inside.

Almost instantly a knock came from the door.

"Tae? Are you in there?"

Jin.

He cleared his throat before answering.

"Ye-Yeah!"

"Is Yeontan with you?"

"Yeah! Sorry if he woke you up."

"Nah, it's ok. I just thought he was out here alone."

"O-oh okay"

"Alright. Night Tae!"

"Night hyung."

Once you both heard the door to his room click. You sighed and he dropped his hand from your mouth.

"You know, we wouldn't have to be doing this, if you knew how to say no once in a while."

"I tried babe, but Guk was being whiny."

You rolled your eyes at him and turned to open the door. Taehyung's hand stopped you, stating he should go first to make sure Jin was back in his room and you guys had a free path.

You nodded once to agree with his planned and looked at the time on your phone once more.

2:40AM

You watched as half of his body stayed within the bathroom while the other half peeked around the hallway.

Once he was sure you were good, he offered you his hand to hold and swiftly pulled you out of the bathroom.

By now you only had two more doors to go plus the stairs.

Jimin and Yoongi had been easier than you had initially thought, and you were soon at the top of the stairs.

Ready to bolt for the front door, you skipped down the steps, freedom showing in your stride, however midway down the staircase, you noticed the light in the den was on, making you halt abruptly. The sudden stop caused Taehyung to crash into you and drop Yeontan, who squeaked and ran straight to the den.

"Oh, hey boy! What are you doing down here all by yourself?"

Jimin.

You looked at Tae furrowing your brows as he whisper-argued back that that it was your fault for stopping randomly on a flight of stairs.

"Stop yelling, give me your bag and go get Tan. I'll sneak out through the door in the kitchen. Meet me by the side gate."

Taehyung nodded once, then proceeded to remove his backpack and hand it to you as he walked towards the den and you made your way towards the kitchen.

"Oh! Taehyung! What are you doing up so late?" The young man asked your boyfriend, as he walked into the room where the light was coming from.

This was your opportunity to dash to the kitchen and head for the back door, however not before hearing the rest of the conversation.

"I was in the bathroom and Tan ran down here...."

A pregnant minute went by before anyone said anything else and your nerves were starting to buzz, making you want to bite at your nails as a coping method.

"You're ditching us.... aren’t you?" Jimin’s voice was firm yet calm.

"I...I...." Taehyung stumbled at his words, probably trying to think of something to deny the statement.

"Where is she? Y/n noona, stop hiding and get here... No one goes to the bathroom in jeans and a cap." You could almost see him giving you that smartass eyebrow-raise, face-palming at his sentence. Neither of you had thought about that.

"Heard that..."

You sighed deeply and slowly walked towards the den. Stupid Jimin, why he gotta be so clever at 2 AM

As you made yourself enter the room, Jimin sat with his legs crossed on the grey sofa, while Taehyung stood stiffly in front of him with Tan now back in his arms.

He wasn't looking at you, his eyes were trained on is book, simultaneously placing a bookmark on the page where he had probably ended before your interruption.

His glasses rested at the end of his nose, while he glanced at you from over the top of the specs.

"Hi Jimin..."

“Ah~ She finally shows her face.”

You gave Jimin a tight guilty grin and adjusted the backpacks on your shoulder.

“So…where are you going?”

He addressed both of you, but Taehyung threw a glance your way, just to see your reaction before answering.

Your face remained stoic. Jimin was getting no info out of you. He would sell it to Jungkook for 20 bucks and ship him there himself.

“I’m sorry Jimin-ie, we can’t tell you that. You’ll let the others know…”

In your head you were squealing. Yes, Tae!

“I mean, I could wake all of them now…”

“You wouldn’t…would you? We are soulmates…”

A slight change in demeanor flew past Jimin’s profile, however it soon returned to his playful ways, his eyes closing slightly as a cheshire cat smile appeared on his lips.

“Ok. Tae… since you are my soulmate…I won’t lie to you. I’m telling.” You both froze in place, your hand quickly reaching your boyfriend’s to brace yourself for what was to come.

“However, I’ll give you guys some advantage…Are you ok with that y/n noona?” Now he was looking at you directly. That punk.

“What’s the advantage, Jimin-ie?” You asked a bit afraid of his little games.

Tae squeezed your hand a bit, reassuring you that everything would be fine.

“I’ll give you guys 3 hours before I let everyone know you are gone.”

You both checked your phones. The time read 3:00AM.

You had already wasted way too much time trying to get out of this dumb house, there was no other option but to take his offer.

“Fine.” You muttered under your breath.

“I’m sorry, what was that noona?”

“I said that’s fine.” The uber was already outside, the driver had texted you while you dealt with this situation and you quickly answered you were going to be right there.

“Well the clock is ticking…tick-tock, Tae Tae and y/n.” He said giggling, as he returned to his spot on the sofa and back to his book.

You quickly pulled Tae by the hand and intertwined your fingers.

“Next time I see that miniature of a human, I’m glazing his donuts with mayo.” You murmured.

“What was that babe?”

“Nothing, get running the uber is here.”

The exit from the house and the gates were seamless. You ran to the uber and apologized to the driver for wasting his time as you headed towards the airport.

Check-in at the airport was smooth and so was boarding.

The time on your phone showed.

5:00AM

All was going as planned and you could not be happier.

Once you arrived at your destination. You felt safer. A whole country separating you guys from the rest of your friends.

Quickly catching a taxi to the bus terminal, you remembered why you wanted to bring Tae to that place. It was a secluded set of islands you had once seen online. They promised peace, quiet and privacy, while still having the basic needs nearby and there was little to no risk of other people finding you, AKA the rest of Bangtan.

You bought your tickets for the bus and once you were called for boarding, you were once again sitting in comfortable seats, resting your legs.

The drive was nearly 5 hours, however the gift that you received the moment you arrived, was worth all the troubles taken to get there.

The time was now

2:00PM

Several small buildings decorated the end of the land portion and where land ceased to exist, docks connected it to the sea. All buildings had different colors that created a friendly atmosphere for tourists.

You could see several speedboats coming and going, bringing people from the different islands that could be seen in the horizon.

“Y/n...” That was the reaction you were hoping to get. His eyes so shiny and wide, full of wonder.

“Beautiful, right?”

You walked hand in hand towards the building suggested by the bus driver and purchased tickets for the speedboats that would take you to your designated island, which was apparently named Dragon island and was one of the largest locations.

The speedboats were larger than you thought. Fitting at least 6 people per boat.

Chairs were built-in for a comfortable trip and a small space was created in the back for luggage to be placed.

Your baggage was soon secured and in no time, you were headed towards the little island that would be your secret lair for the next 2 weeks,

The trip was nearly 30 minutes, waves causing the journey to be a bit bumpy, but nothing you couldn’t handle.

The Island was remarkably similar to the place where the docks were located.

Colorful buildings everywhere, they ranged from restaurants, to shops and bars and the owners seemed to live on the top part of the building, so cozy. The best part of it all, was you surrounded by the beautiful ocean and the golden sand under your feet as you held the hand of your bestest boy.

Now it felt like a vacation.

You were guided to a small golf cart where your backpacks were placed and ready to go.

The driver sat upfront, while you and Tae sat in the back.

The warm breeze felt so nice on your skin and you watched little kids run around and other tourists stroll the streets.

Beside you, Taehyung took pictures of everything that went by him. The sky, the people, the food stands, other golf carts, you.

“Do you know how much I love you right now?!” He was so excited, he wouldn’t stay put, causing the driver to chuckle a bit.

“Is that what it takes to make you love me more? Do you wanna go to the Bahamas next year?” You laughed and so did the driver once more.

“Is it your first time here?”

“Yes!” You both replied excited.

The man ended up being very helpful, giving you suggestions on places to visit, food to taste and even the best places where to take amazing pictures.

Kim Taehyung was stoked!

“Thank you very much Sir!”

“You are very welcome! Enjoy your stay!”

Now finally in your villa and ready for a day of relaxation after so much traveling.

3:00PM

You and Tae swiftly changed and headed for the water while Yeontan stayed in the villa.

The water was warm, helping you relax even further.

Your boyfriend took this time to do what he had been missing for so long. Being as lovey-dovey as possible.

He wrapped your legs around him and swam aimlessly as he carried you, he gave you ‘exfoliating’ massages with sand, he intertwined your fingers together to pull you closer when you went too far away from him and he kissed you softly for hours whispering sweet nothings in your ears.

“I love you…I love you so much.” He said between kisses as he placed your arms around his neck.

“I love you too…more than you know.”

The first night had been a success. You had a 5-course gourmet meal arranged for you at the villa and accompanied it with fruit punch, because that’s what you and Tae liked.

7:00PM

The morning after was still filled with bliss. Your boyfriend cuddling you as if you were going to escape, but you never complained. In fact, you liked it when he clinged to you in his sleep.

You stretched over him in bed to check for the time on your phone.

10:00AM

“Tae…Baby…Wake up. We should get breakfast.”

You had no rush, so you let him take his time to get out of bed. Once you were both up and ready to go, the time was closer to lunch than to breakfast.

Tae had remembered the words of the driver the day before and decided to go there for lunch, since it wasn’t very far from your villa.

1:00PM

Once in the small restaurant, you headed towards a table near the back, while Taehyung placed your orders.

He returned faster that you had expected.

“They only had pineapple or orange?”

“Pineapple please.”

He went back to finish placing the order and returned to the table you had chosen.

You both enjoyed your food as you talked about the activities you wanted to do for the rest of the day.

Now with a plan set and a small list in mind, you stand and get ready to head out of the establishment, however in your carelessness, you had hit someone with the door.

“Oh my gosh! I am so sorry; I didn’t mean t-” You began to apologize.

2:00PM

“That’s ok Noona. We’ve been looking for you.” You know that voice.

“Jungkook?!” Tae just had to confirm it.

“If he’s here then-”

“Has no one ever told you, you should turn of your GPS, Y/n Noona?”

You turned around slowly, fire in your eyes.

“I’ll give you 10 seconds Park Jimin…10…9…”

“Why are you guys even here?” Tae asked addressing Jungkook.

“Hyung said it would be fun to make noona miserable and that 2 o’clock would be the perfect timing…”

“Why though-” The rest of Taehyung’s question is cut short as you returned fuming.

“The rest of our friends are also here!” And like magic they all started appearing from behind her.

“Surprise!”

“I hate 2:00 O’clock!”

#btsboulangerie #bangtanscenery #btsghostie #btsnoonanet #hobicomeholla29 #taehyung x reader #taehyung x woc #bts x woc

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sheliesshattered · 5 years ago

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Fic meme

I was tagged by @primarybufferpanel -- thank you darling, this was a ton of fun to do!

This got a bit long, so I’ll put the people I’m tagging here at the top: @claraaoswald, @ambitious-witch, @someillplanetreigns, and @junoinferno, if you feel like playing!

My AO3, my old non-updating fanfiction.net

Fandoms I’ve made fanworks for: Oh lord. I’m only going to count fanfiction that has actually been posted, but if I tried to count up every fandom that I’d started writing for and left unfinished fragments languishing on various harddrives and googledocs over the years, it’d be at least double this list. I have two pseuds on AO3, with the fics roughly organized by fandoms that I post about on this Tumblr account (sheliesshattered) and fandoms that pre-date my time on Tumblr that I don’t post about very much (glasscannon). Putting all the fandoms together in one alphabetized list:

Black Sails - 5 Doctor Who - 8 Firefly/Serenity - 1 Game of Thrones - 1 The Hobbit - 1 The Hunger Games - 1 Iron Man - 2 Law & Order: Criminal Intent - 1 Mad Max - 2 Once Upon A Time - 1 Poldark - 3 Star Wars - 3 Twilight - 7 The West Wing - 1

Number of fics: 38, including a big unfinished epic that I never moved over from ff.n, and don’t plan to unless I finish it someday.

Fics I spent more time on: I’m not even quite sure how to measure this. I’m a slow writer, and a single story can easily hold my attention for years at a time, or be something I return to when there isn’t a newer fandom temporarily consuming me. I don’t tend to keep track of how many hours I put into a fanfic, though. The unfinished epic I mentioned is probably near the top of that list, and was a huge part of my life from 2009 to 2013. Other contenders would be the All Hands series (written with PBP!), and Truth Universally Acknowledged, particularly if you include all the massive world-building that went into that one.

But really probably the one I’ve poured the most hours into, between research and writing, is a Doctor Who epic that hasn’t yet seen the light of day, called Home The Long Way ‘Round. Because I have such a habit of starting long stories and then not finishing them, I’m making myself get that one completely done before I post any of it to AO3, so I don’t have anything to show for it yet, but I’ve put a ton of time into it over the last five years or so. Hopefully someday I’ll actually get to share it. :)

Fics I spent less time on: Like I said, I’m a very slow writer, so any time I can turn out a story in a matter of days I’m just absolutely shocked. I wrote The Message over the course of about 24 hours, which is probably the fastest I’ve ever finished anything in my life ever, lol.

Longest fic: The All Hands series is sitting at 126,800 words, and PBP and I have more finished for it that we’re hoping to post soon-ish. The unfinished epic made it to almost 119,000 words before I ran out of steam. Truth Universally Acknowledged racked up about 54,000 words before my co-writer and I took a break from it, and probably triple that in world-building bibles and timelines, etc. On the works-in-progress side of things, Home The Long Way ‘Round is sitting at about 40,000 words currently and only about a third of the way done, and the For As Long As We Get series is at 21,000 words between what I’ve posted and what I’m still working on, and will definitely continue to grow.

Shortest story: 10 Seconds, at 208 words. Also one of the very first fanfics I ever finished and posted online.

Most hits: Truth Universally Acknowledged, by like a factor of 20 vs anything else I have on AO3. It’s the only time I’ve written for the main pairing in an active fandom (tho my purview in the co-writing was more on the secondary pairing), and that translated to a stupidly large number of hits. Fanfiction.net doesn’t count hits the same way, but the unfinished epic is sitting at about 3500 favs.

Most kudos: Setting The Stuns’ls, the first in the All Hands series -- which is SHOCKING considering that’s a tiny rowboat of a fandom, for a non-canon background pairing that has literally about 30 seconds of shared screentime, and the two romantic leads don’t so much as kiss over the course of 94,000 words (longing looks, significant hand-touches, mutual pining, definitely, but kissing, not so much).

Most bookmarks: Truth Universally Acknowledged, by a long shot.

Fic you want to rewrite or expand: I don’t tend to edit a story once it’s been posted, beyond correcting a typo or adding a missed word. Once it’s published, it’s finished and I don’t change it significantly. I do have quite a few (so, so many) unfinished stories that I would love to finish up at some point.

Total words combined: Counting only published fics, including the unfinished epic (and a companion piece for it) that lives only on ff.n, I’m currently at 376,542 words total.

Fav fic you wrote: How can you make me choose between my children like this, honestly?? Siiiigh. I’m with PBP, whatever I’m working on currently is usually my favorite. I’m having a ton of fun with For As Long As We Get, and can’t wait to publish the next part of that, hopefully sometime this month. I’m incredibly proud of All Hands, and that occupied such a specific time in my life that I’ll always think of it fondly. I’m exceptionally happy with the character voices and use of language in both Breathe Again and Upon This Rock Will I Break Myself, Until It Shows Me Your Beloved Face, and tend to feel like they don’t get enough love vs how much I love them. But my one true favorite is and will always be Home The Long Way ‘Round, and hopefully I’ll actually be able to finish it and post it someday.

Share a bit of your WIP or idea if you have anything planned: Again, how can I possibly choose just one?? Even just within the Doctor Who fandom, I currently have more than half a dozen stories actively in progress. But since I’ve talked it up so much without being able to link to it at all, and just declared it my all-time fav, I’m going to break one of my own rules and post the whole first chapter (eek!) of Home The Long Way ‘Round behind a read more:

Chapter 1: Orange Dreams

The sound of the wind is whispering in your head Can you feel it coming back? Through the warmth, through the cold, keep running ‘til we’re there. We're coming home now, we’re coming home now. —Home, Dotan

The winds shrieked and howled around her. Clara had never been in a tornado, but she imagined it would feel like this to stand in the eye of one. She could see gusts lifting the tops off the sand dunes in shimmering ribbons, gold against the orange sky. The waves of airborne sand dissipated a few feet from her, leaving only a jagged grittiness in the air.

A woman with long blonde hair was yelling at her, her words ripped away by the wind.

“Tell me again!” Clara called back to her. “Tell me how to find home!”

“It’s just physics!” the other woman shouted, taking a step closer; they were nearly the same height. “No information can ever be lost! Start from zero, and run the math! We’ll be waiting on the other end of that equation!”

There was something Clara desperately wanted to tell this woman who looked at her with kindness behind the steel of her eyes, but in that moment, the words wouldn’t come.

“Look!” someone yelled behind Clara, and though she didn’t want to take her eyes off her, she instinctively looked up, following the line of the other person’s arm up into the gathering storm-whipped dusk. There, silhouetted against the last of the light, was the unmistakable blue boxy shape of the Doctor’s TARDIS, spinning quickly as it flew away—

Clara jerked awake, her heart hammering against her ribs, already sitting up and pulling off her sleep mask before she realised what had woken her was the sound of the TARDIS materialising in the sitting room of her flat. She took a moment to catch her breath, trying to hold onto the details of the dream. In the other room, the TARDIS’s familiar wheezing and groaning came to a stop with a soft thud, followed by the squeak of the door.

“Doctor?” Clara called, not bothering to hide the sleep nor the annoyance in her voice.

He poked his head around her bedroom doorframe, grey hair awry and his most innocent expression plastered on — which meant he knew he was waking her and felt at least marginally bad about it. “Hello, Clara. It’s Wednesday,” he said pleasantly, by way of explanation.

“Is it?” she asked, deadpan.

“Technically.”

“You do know that I have to work today, don’t you?”

“Not for another six hours. So come on, up-and-at-‘em, plenty of time to go out and save the universe and still be back in time for your morning coffee. I’ve an adventure that simply won’t keep, so come on!”

His excitement was infectious, as he must have known it would be, but Clara clung to her annoyance a little longer, mostly for show. “You have a time machine: everything can keep,” she replied, but waved him off before he could launch into a lecture on all the ways that statement was false, at least from a temporal physics standpoint. He lectured anyway, hovering outside her bedroom door as she dressed, though Clara expected it was mostly to keep himself from pacing in anticipation. She followed more than half of it, and worried a bit over how often she let him babble on about the minutiae of time travel these days.

By the time the universe had been set to rights — or at least one small blue world, home to a race of sentient seahorses, that had been facing imminent extinction in the form of a rogue exoplanet — she had nearly forgotten her unsettling, vivid dream.

Given the recent events on Skaro, Clara was unsurprised when bits of her experiences there began to filter into her dreams. Truthfully, she had expected to dream of it more often than she did, but in the weeks that followed, more nights than not her sleeping mind instead conjured up the strange orange landscape. She revisited that screaming sandstorm so often it became almost comforting, and before long, other dreams joined it.

Clara was leaned against a railing on a high balcony, overlooking a large city coming alight as dusk crept on, a rusty sunset that stretched the width of the horizon bathing the world in amber. The woman with the serious eyes and long, straight blonde hair stood beside her, in the middle of a conversation, as happened so frequently in dreams.

“Alright, but what about the last stage?” Clara asked, elbows resting next to hers on the railing. “That bit depends on us actively doing something, and you know we can’t rely on my knowledge. I can’t take any of the engineering or navigation with me, so it’ll be down to him.”

“And he loves a good puzzle,” the other woman said confidently, flicking her hair over her shoulder with a twitch of her head. “He’ll want to find us. He’ll figure it out.”

“Before I die of old age? Are you sure? My mother was one of his professors at the Academy, I’ve seen his test scores. I think we need a fail-safe.”

“He did graduate,” she pointed out reasonably.

“He passed his exams with a fifty-one percent on his second attempt! No, we can’t assume he’ll have all the baseline information to even consider such a solution, much less actually accomplish the maths. We have to find some way to hide it with me,” Clara said. “Or in his TARDIS.”

The woman was silent for a long moment, her mouth set in a thoughtful line. On the distant horizon, the sun had finished its slow descent, but below them the city was coming to life, the light not so much fading as changing sources, becoming ever so slightly more golden.

“By that point in the timeline,” the blonde woman said, speaking slowly, still thinking it through, “you’ll have been exposed to his timestream and to the crack in the universe, so some of your memories will probably start leaking through. If we structure the extraction the right way, we might be able to embed a particular thought or moment into your consciousness before you go into the Schism.”

“What’d you have in mind?” Clara asked, turning her head to look at her.

“This conversation?” she suggested, laughing, her broad smile transforming her face. “No, a phrase would be cleaner, I think.”

“‘Run the math, you idiot boy’?” Clara suggested, also giggling.

“Oh yes, that’d go over well! No, if you want him to do something, call him clever. Works every time!” she laughed, leaning her shoulder into Clara’s.

“The horrid thing is that I know the temporal physics for this is part of my mother’s coursework,” Clara groaned. “If he hadn’t slept through so many of her classes, this would be a non-issue!”

“Ah, but a Doctor who was always responsible? What a boring universe that would be!”

Above them, the stars were beginning to come out, though the glare of the city obscured them. Through the haze of the dream, Clara couldn’t find any constellations she recognised. “You don’t have to tell me,” she said. “I was the one who helped him steal that box in the first place.”

“And if he could take half a moment to remember that,” the blonde woman said seriously, “he might realise the role of his TARDIS in all of this, and start to think of the solution that way.”

“‘Run the math, you—”

“Clever.”

“—boy, and remember when you met me’?”

The other woman nodded, considering. “That could do it. Your chronodeterminate conjugation won’t work until you come into contact with at least a little regeneration energy. Assuming you choose regeneration on Trenzalore, it might start kicking in then, in plenty of time for the last stage.”

“Run the math, you clever boy, and remember when you met me,” Clara whispered up to the distant stars, cradling her chin on her arms against the railing.

The woman mimicked her position, the golden light of the city and the silver light of the stars catching in her long pale hair. “It’s just physics,” she murmured back. “Start from zero and run the math. I’ll be waiting at the other end of that equation. We’ll all be waiting.”

As unsettling as they were, at least the orange-tinged dreams were better than nightmares of Daleks, of being locked in the Dalek casing, unable to convince the Doctor that it was her, it was her, she wasn’t a Dalek, she wasn’t a Dalek! Dreams of the Doctor peering at her down an eyestock, this face or the last, or any of the others buried deep in her subconscious, hearing her but not knowing her, seeing her but not saving her.

Clara grasped for that orange sky, let it carry her away in bronze sandstorms, golden cities slowly coming to life, and starlight caught in tawny hair.

Monday morning third period found her Year 10 students taking an essay exam while Clara doodled on a scrap piece of paper, trying to pull images and phrases out of the orange haze that had taken up residence in her slumbering hours since Skaro. There were bits that tugged at her memory, like a song she couldn’t quite place but whose tune was intensely familiar.

She’d written Run the math, you clever boy, and remember when you met me across the top of the page, and her eyes strayed to it every few seconds. The phrase had stayed with her after she woke, and had been on the tip of her tongue ever since, as though it was a message she was meant to deliver. Below it she’d rewritten the phrase, but crossed out six words: Run the math, you clever boy, and remember when you met me.

It was too close for comfort to the phrase that had, in retrospect, changed her life, sent her on her current course. The Maitlands’ mnemonic for their wifi password, which she’d said out loud during that first phone conversation with the Doctor, had caught his attention somehow, and it wasn’t until she jumped into his timestream that she understood. It was the last thing she’d said to him before sacrificing herself to save him. Every fragment of her scattered through his timestream had said it to him at some point as well, the words reverberating endlessly up and down his timeline.

Why her dreams would dredge it up now, and in such a strange context, Clara had no idea. They didn’t feel like random images, but more like memory-dreams, like the bits of echo lives that filtered through to her sleeping mind from time to time. It had to mean something.

Half way down the scrap paper she’d written: It’s just physics. Start from zero and run the math. Below this was the very helpful ??? and Clara idly traced over the question marks again. Physics was still a foreign language to her, despite how much the Doctor prattled on about it at times. She could bring this to him, she mused, but what was it, really? Her subconscious doing backflips in the wake of Skaro, that was all. No grand mystery to solve, no universe-altering secret code, just her. She wouldn’t bother the Doctor with this quite yet.

Besides, she was certain she could tease this apart on her own, follow the clues to their logical conclusion without his assistance. The dreams were insistent, and felt familiar, but Clara was sure she’d never dreamed of the blonde woman and the orange sky prior to Skaro. That was the next clue, then, and she jotted it down on her scrap paper. Something had changed after Skaro, something that caused her subconscious mind to dredge up these particular buried memories.

She needed more information. Dreams about her echo lives were always stronger when she was aboard the TARDIS travelling in the Vortex, sharper and easier to remember. Maybe these orange dreams would be, too. And maybe the TARDIS itself would have some answers for her.

Of course, she didn’t sleep aboard the TARDIS very often, with her insistence on returning home for a week of Real Life in between their Wednesday trips. But the Doctor was never adverse to her sticking around longer than she’d planned, and in the end it didn’t take much to convince him:

“I’ve a staff meeting at work that I’m dreading,” Clara told him on that next Wednesday, when they returned to the TARDIS after their latest outing. “So what do you say I have a little kip and then we squeeze in another adventure before you take me back to face my workday?”

She thought for a moment that the Doctor might question the change in their routine, but he seemed thrilled about the idea. When he announced that he had some tinkering with the engines he’d been putting off that should keep him occupied while she slept, Clara made an excuse to linger in the console room — “just going to finish reading this chapter, then off to bed” — until after he’d gone. Once he’d disappeared down the corridor and around a corner, she quietly set aside her book, then slipped out of her armchair and down the stairs towards the console. The rotors hummed overhead, and somehow Clara knew the TARDIS was aware of her, and was curious to see what she would do.

Carefully clearing her thoughts, she made her way over to the telepathic circuits, pushed up her sleeves, and slid her hands into the strange interface. Focus was the key, she knew, and she was nothing if not focused. She closed her eyes and held two very specific thoughts in her mind: the sand-whipped orange sky in her dreams, and the clear question, Where, please?

She hoped the please would help.

It was a long quiet moment with the circuits warmly cradling Clara’s fingers, and then something on the console beeped. Her eyes flew open and she carefully extracted her hands from the telepathic interface before pulling the monitor down to eye level.

Gallifrey the screen read in English, below an image of a startlingly red-orange planet. Immediately prior to the Time Lock.

Clara felt her heart thud painfully against her ribs as she read the brief text again. She’d been dreaming of Gallifrey? She knew she’d had an echo life on Gallifrey, but she remembered that interaction with the Doctor, and it happened indoors. She had never before dreamt of the Gallifreyan sky. Had it been buried somewhere in her subconscious with the rest of her memories of that life? Why surface now?

More confused than ever, she clicked the screen back to the desktop, unreadable Circular Gallifreyan floating idly across the display. Perhaps she should bring this up with the Doctor — it was his home world, after all. But the whole point of this had been to dream while they were in the Vortex, and if she didn’t get a move on, he’d be ready for their next adventure before she’d even managed to fall asleep. She could talk with him about it later.

And if things worked tonight as she hoped they would, maybe she would even have a bit more information to bring to him when she did.

“Fire suppressant in Pod Four!”

The frantic call was quickly overwhelmed by the sound of the requested suppressant dispensing from the ceiling. When it ended, the speaker, dressed in the dark red uniform of a technician, brushed soot and foam off his shirt.

“It hates me, that one,” he said, nodding at the unassuming gray cylinder in the open pod in front of him. It was devoid of features, even its doors invisible now in the wake of the fire, two meters tall and one meter in diameter, just like all the other patients in the workshop. But somehow it did seem to be glowering at him.

“And it always will, stop wasting your time,” his coworker said flippantly. He was perched in front of a console on the other side of the room, deep in his own repairs. “Just get the Impossible Girl to do it, she’ll have it eating out of her hand by lunchtime.”

Their conversation occurred in the time it took Clara to enter the large oblong workshop and make her way to the far end where the two were working. “I heard that,” she said seriously, earning a guilty-looking jump from the man who had spoken most recently. She continued over to Pod Four and leaned against the outer casing, arms folded over her uniformed chest, one booted ankle crossed over the other. “What did you do now?” she demanded of the first technician.

He looked at her with wide eyes, more out of genuine fear than mock innocence, in her estimation. “I just told it—”

“You what?” she snapped, in a tone she usually reserved for misbehaving students.

He wilted a little but started again “…I told it to—”

“Told it?”

“…to give me access to the logs,” he mumbled, dropping her gaze.

“Told it to give you access to the logs?” she asked, voice harsh. “Well first off, Number Four here prefers male pronouns, respecting that might put you on better footing. And secondly, as with all TARDISes, you’ll get a lot further if you ask rather than tell.”

Behind her, the other tech scoffed. “They’re machines, we shouldn’t have to baby them like that. An access request is an access request.”

Clara turned her head to pin him with an icy glare. “Some days I cannot believe I let you work here,” she told him bluntly. “They aren’t just machines, as you very well know. Yes, there’s hardware we need to be able to work with, but that’s nothing more than a radio, at some level — only instead of radio waves, we’re using oswin waves to talk to pan-dimensional beings so large, they can’t have a physical form in this dimension. Who, with a little extra energy, can take us and an infinite amount of folded space to nearly any point in spacetime. Just think about the massive intelligences that speak to us through each of those machines!

“But more to the point,” she said, turning back to the tech still covered in soot, “you have to understand their viewpoint of the universe, and their understanding of time. A Time Lord telling a TARDIS what to do is akin to creating a fixed point in spacetime. It’s in their nature to want to avoid fixed points. Ask instead, let him find his own way ‘round to it.”

Before the beleaguered technician could reply, there came a polite knocking from the far end of the room, and Clara turned to see a soldier standing in the doorway of the workshop, looking a little out of his depth. “Sorry to interrupt, but I have a message for—” he paused to glance down at the datapad in his hand, “for the Oswin. From the Lady President. Top priority.”

Clara was moving towards him before he’d finished speaking, curious and concerned, her attention focused on the message in his hands. But the dream faded out before she reached him, her mind moving on to something more abstract, more difficult to hold on to.

When she woke in her bed aboard the TARDIS, she stared at the ceiling with fond frustration. “If that was your attempt at help,” she whispered to the ship, “then I do not understand the message.”

It still wasn’t enough to bring to the Doctor, she decided later that day, watching him spin around the console room in the afterglow of a successful adventure, people saved, the universe bettered. So she was dreaming of Gallifrey, what of it? Many of the details in that last dream matched up with what she remembered of her interaction with the Doctor in that life. And while he occasionally enjoyed comparing memories of all the times her echoes had met him, she’d found he wasn’t especially keen on discussing the one in which she’d helped him steal the TARDIS and leave Gallifrey. Susan continued to be a point of pain for the Doctor, all these centuries later, and Clara understood him well enough to know better than to pick at that particular scab.

Still. That phrase was on a loop in her head: run the math, you clever boy, and remember when you met me. The emphasis on their meeting hadn’t been part of the original phrase, and now she was dreaming of the life in which they’d met face to face for the first time, from the Doctor’s perspective. Clearly they would have to discuss it at some point.

Eventually, but not yet.

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Approaching Sun (15)

Author’s Note: Sorry for the wait guys. My health has plummeted recently, so it has been a struggle to feel up to writing. Extra-long chapter to celebrate the new Shinden novel we are getting tomorrow. Cheers.

P.S.: Let me know what you think. I read and appreciate all the reviews. You guys are my fav.

Pairing: SasuSaku

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

Chapter 15: Happiness

"This is wonderful, Sakura," Tsunade exclaimed as she evaluated the effects of Sakura's newly developed burn medicine. The former Hokage was flipping through the files of Sakura's burn victims, assessing Sakura's detailed descriptions of their injuries as well as their reactions to both the medicine and Sakura's charka treatments.

"Thank you, My Lady," Sakura smiled bashfully at her sensei's praise. "I am hoping to develop more medicine in the future, in order to help more patients without the use of chakra for every injury."

Tsunade looked up at her after hearing her statement. She pinched her chin and looked up, pondering. "That's brilliant. If we could develop medicine that reacted quickly to smaller injuries, we could potentially reserve chakra and treat more patients."

Yes, that's exactly what Sakura was thinking. During her sensei's absence, Sakura had struggled to make up for the combined chakra supply that Lady Tsunade and the other traveling medic ninja provided at the hospital. Without their help, Sakura had drained herself completely every day, stretching herself so thin, that Sakura had had a hard time replenishing her own chakra before the beginning of each day. With medicine like this, perhaps they could reserve their chakra over longer periods of time and potentially double their patient intake, like Tsunade said.

Sakura carefully picked up the jar of medicine she had saved from the batch she created. Removing the lid, she dipped a finger into the green herbal solution. She extended it out towards her sensei.

"Something I also discovered was that this particular medicine responded to my chakra."

Tsunade shot up an inquisitve eyebrow, placing back down the files. "What do you mean?"

"Well," Sakura began, sending chakra to her finger. It began glowing green under the medicine. "After some testing, I found that if I applied chakra to the medicine, it hardened."

She demonstrated this for her sensei who widened her eyes as the gunk on her finger solidified into a small shell, completely encasing her finger. Sakura picked at it to reveal that no amount of scratching or tampering could remove it.

"What if we could develop medicine that was enhanced with the application of chakra?" Sakura thought out loud, sending chakra back to her finger to liquify the substance back into its original state.

"That's ingenious!" Tsunade exclaimed. "Can you imagine the possibilities?!"

They were both grinning like mad. It had been too long since Sakura had obsessed over medical things with her teacher. When they put their minds together like this, Sakura often felt like there was nothing they couldn’t do.

Getting a little ahead of herself, Sakura blurted, "For the next couple of weeks, I’m hoping to--"

"Sakura," Tsunade interrupted, walking over to her and placing a hand on her student's shoulder. It was the third time she had done this since Sakura had come to see her after eating ramen with Team 7. After Tsunade healed Sakura's forehead, Sakura had begun to fill her in on every detail that had happened at the hospital since her departure. Her burn patients were something she couldn’t wait to get to. She was just about to tell Tsunade about all her plans for the hospital and the mental health clinic, when she was suddenly interrupted.

"What is it?" Sakura asked timidly, looking worriedly at her sensei.

Tsunade sighed and cupped her hands together. "Actually, I've been thinking about what I said earlier--about a vacation for you."

It took Sakura a long second before she understood what she was saying. "You were serious about that?"

Tsunade looked away guiltily. "After Kakashi's correspondence during my mission, I have been worried about you. You deserve a break. If you'd like, I could submit a request for a mission for you. An excuse to get you out of this village."

There was a mixture of feelings that swelled up in Sakura's chest. She was confused. Tsunade had been serious about her leaving? Sakura couldn’t help but feel a little hurt as she stared blankly at Tsunade. But why? Did Tsunade want to be rid of her? Suddenly, she couldn’t hold back the tears that suddenly came to her eyes.

"You want me to leave?" she squeaked, her composure shattering. "I mean, I know messed up, but I--"

"No, no," her sensei began, taking Sakura's hands into hers. "I'm not disappointed in you. I want you to go and do something. If just for a little while."

Sakura blinked away her tears but was still confused. How could she possibly leave now? Not only did her mental health clinic patients need her, but how would Tsunade keep up with it all without her? She would essentially be abandoning them.

Sakura started to shake her head, fumbling with her words. ."But I-- I don’t think-- I can’t just leave the clinic--"

"Stop right there," Tsunade interrupted. "What good can you do Sakura, if you're not taking care of yourself first?"

That comment stung a little. She blamed herself for not pushing herself harder and getting distracted by Sasuke and here was Tsunade telling her that she was doing too much and needed a distraction.

"These patients are important to me," Sakura began again, hoping that her dedication and resolve could be expressed in these words. She cherished these patients; she was responsible for them. They needed her, didn’t they?

After a few seconds, Sakura looked down at her hands. The green mixture still covered her finger. "But where would I go? What would I do?"

"My dear girl," Tsunade said in her gentle but stern voice. "You have so much potential. I want you to go out into the world and change it. Get away from this place for a while. I know I certainly did when I was your age. But instead of gambling and drinking like me--well, drink a little--go open some more clinics and raise mental health awareness. Go deliver your medicine and mentor ninja in other villages."

Sakura thought about it for a long minute. How could she be expected to go out and change the world when she had failed in her own village? How could she even think about leaving? Then, she suddenly had another thought. Maybe they were better off without her. Maybe she wasn’t what was best for the village at this point in her life. Maybe she could focus on herself for just once in her life and come back to the village with new experiences and knowledge; come back rejuvenated.

These thoughts were selfish of her and she started to shake her head.

"I don't know, Lady Tsunade," Sakura said, locating a rag on a cart nearby and wiping her green hand on it. "It's so sudden."

"It's up to you. I want you to do what's best for you," She said, walking over and placing her hands on her hips and leaning toward her. "Think on it and get back to me."

……

Naruto ducked his head as he made his way towards Sakura's apartment. It was the one place left he was hoping she'd be. He had already tried the hospital and Granny Tsunade had informed him that she had just left.

He sighed nervously. Naruto hadn't gotten the chance to tell her about his big news. He hoped she wasn’t still mad at him about earlier. Naruto silently chastised himself. Perhaps he really needed to work on not jumping to conclusions and sticking his foot in his mouth, especially when it concerned Sakura. She really was going to be the death of him some day.

But it wasn’t his news he was so uneasy about telling her. Sasuke had only just informed him a few moments ago that he was leaving the village, now that he had had the chance to discuss the new information regarding the White Zetsu Army with Kakashi and himself.

"Tomorrow?" Naruto questioned. "But that's so soon."

Sasuke kept his back to Naruto, a dark figure in the night outlined against the village lights. "There's nothing left for me to do here," he remarked distantly.

Naruto had wanted nothing more than to convince him to stay, to hook his arm around his friend's neck, tell him he could stay for a few days to catch up on all the sparring they were behind on. Maybe drag him back to Ichiraku's and insist the Uchiha owed him a free bowl of ramen, for losing their last fight. But the situation wasn’t so simple. Sasuke had a mission--a mission that only he could complete with his Rinnegan. Sasuke was right when he said earlier that every day he remained here was a risk to the village.

Standing, his friend came to a stop beside him so that they were standing shoulder to shoulder, each facing the opposite direction. "I'll let you and Kakashi know if I discover anything else." And then he started to walk away.

Turning, Naruto laughed. "Is that a goodbye?"

Sasuke stopped walking but didn’t turn when he responded, "Congratulations again. Your future is bright. I aim to keep it that way. For everyone."

"Wait," Naruto said quickly. This was goodbye, and Naruto wasn’t ready for it. He was never ready for it. He wanted to say something. Something that would help Naruto feel like his friend was living a meaningful life--not one of loneliness.

Sasuke froze again when Naruto said, "I'm sorry it has to be you. I truly am. I want you to have a bright future, too."

There was no response for a long moment, and Naruto thought that maybe Sasuke wasn’t going to say anything at all. Naruto sighed, resigned to say something else but was surprised when Sasuke finally responded.

"Tell Sakura that I'm sorry for everything. Tell her that I have to do this."

Naruto hung his jaw and shook his head, before spitting out, "Come on man. You should tell her that yourself. Go and at least say goodbye--"

"It's for the best," he said quickly, monotoned and serious. Naruto knew there would be no arguing with him. Unlike Sasuke, he didn’t see how it was "the best" to leave without saying goodbye. They both knew how she would take it and Naruto couldn’t bear to see her brokenness after finding out he had left without a word to her.

Naruto had sighed and Sasuke disappeared into the night. "Goodbye . . . Sasuke," he said to the wind.

Now, fist in his pockets, he stared dejectedly at the lights coming from Sakura's windows. He raised his hand and rapped his knuckles against the door.

He heard a crash and laughed silently to himself when he heard Sakura curse at a stool. The door opened, and Naruto flashed his pink-haired teammate the largest half-moon grin his facial features could manage.

"Naruto?" she exclaimed, opening the door wider. A smile broke across her face as tears suddenly came to her eyes. Naruto raised his hands in the air, confounded when her arms wrapped tightly around his chest. She was suddenly squeezing the breath from his lungs as tears trailed down her face.

"Sakura--" he choked out, face turning purple, "Your strength-- hurting me," he choked out.

After releasing him, she held him back at arm’s length and continued to cry. "I'm so happy for you! Congratulations! I can’t believe you’re going to be a dad!"

"Oh!" he released a sigh of relief. He suddenly turned giddy at the reminder of his big news. "How'd you find out?!"

"I saw Hinata," she said excitedly, pulling him through the archway of her doorframe. "At the hospital."

That's right. He suddenly remembered how Hinata was heading there with Granny Tsunade first thing once they got back. Naruto was glad that Sakura had been there for the visit, to be a part of it. He was glad Hinata was the one that had gotten to tell her, even if he was a little disappointed to not have gotten to see Sakura's initial reaction. He'd have to have Hinata tell him how it all went down. His pregnant wife was probably waiting up for him right now, as they spoke.

Sakura was suddenly pouring him a cup of hot tea as she raved about how excited she was to be an aunt. Naruto took the cup she offered and listened as she continued to lecture him on how to treat a pregnant woman, both emotionally and medically. She was saying something about swelling feet and cravings. Naruto found it difficult to take it all in as he stared at her with his eyes wide and mouth open. "Can you write that all down for me?"

She rolled her eyes, but then grinned at him. "It's going to be great. I'm so excited for you, Naruto. A baby is going to bring so much joy and happiness into your life. You deserve it."

He cheesed and nodded, laughing while rubbing the back of his head. "Yeahhh."

Suddenly Naruto was thinking about her words as she looked off into the distance. She said that the baby would bring him happiness.

"My resolve to protect this village is stronger than ever. In order to do that, I can't share in your happiness, Naruto."

"Your future is bright. I aim to keep it that way. For everyone."

Sasuke's words burned in Naruto's thoughts. He looked away from Sakura guiltily. He was suddenly remembering how he had once promised her that he would bring Sasuke back to the village for good. Even though Sasuke had returned to them, he still wasn’t home to stay.

"Sakura," he began, unsure of how best to relay her Sasuke's message. "Er-- about Sasuke."

Her smile and crinkled eyes faded. A frown and worried brow replaced them. She looked down into her cup. "You talked to him?"

"Yes," he tried to sound lighthearted. Naruto really didn’t know how to put things in a way that wasn’t so blunt and insensitive. If anyone deserved happiness, it was Sakura. How could he tell her that the love of her life was giving up on his own future filled with happiness all for the sake of the village-- a future with her. It seemed Sasuke was the only one who thought that she could have a happy life without him, but Naruto knew the truth. Sometimes--on the rare occasion when he wasn’t being so dense and unaware--Naruto could see how Sasuke's absence affected her. She would look longingly at her friends who were happy and whenever Sasuke's name came up in conversation, she would suddenly grow silent. Naruto felt selfish, basking in his own joy when all he wanted was to see his friends as happy as he was.

"He's leaving, I know," Sakura whispered and looked back up to meet his eyes. He nodded in response.

Setting her empty cup on the table they sat around, she asked, "I'm assuming that he's leaving very soon."

"Tomorrow," Naruto spoke hesitantly, flinching at his own words.

Sakura frowned, looked away and blinked hard, as if she were processing the word and questioning it, as if she were confused.

Naruto wasn’t sure what happened between them while he was away, but it seemed as if Sakura were expecting this news already, as if she wasn’t surprised at how soon he was leaving. Naruto hoped that this was the response he continued to receive as he began to tell her the rest of the message. It would be very nice not to piss her off and end up thrown through a wall tonight.

"He told me to tell you that he's sorry. That he has to do this," Naruto blurted nervously, and Sakura gaped at him which made him duck his head. Her sudden glare at the wall was making his gut tighten.

Naruto suddenly put a palm to his head, looking up at the ceiling, "Gah. I'm sorry Sakura! I tried to convince him--" and then under his breath: "why do I always end up putting myself in near death situations like this?"

She stood suddenly, which made him flinch and throw up his arms. Kindly taking his empty cup from his hands, she smiled at him which made Naruto both skeptical and worried. "Thank you-- for coming and telling me that. It means a lot.”

"Sakura," Naruto began again, trying to explain Sasuke's actions. Trying to come up with some justifiable excuse as to why it had to be him instead of Sasuke to tell her this. Naruto understood Sasuke better than a lot of people, maybe even better than Sakura. Sasuke was always that person with the drive to get things done, and even obsessing over it until he had accomplished his goal. This was true concerning Sasuke's revenge against Itachi, revenge against the Leaf, and now unlocking the secrets of the Otsusuki race in order to protect the village. This was another goal, and Naruto wondered if Sasuke's habit of excluding his friends would always be a constant in his missions.

How could he explain this to Sakura? How could Naruto best make her understand his closest friend?

But then Sakura said something that made Naruto second-guess himself in the matter of who in team 7 understood Sasuke the most.

"If Sasuke is already saying goodbye, then he's not leaving tomorrow."

…..

Sasuke couldn’t wait to walk out of those village gates and be gone from this place. He had missed his freedom--those wide-open skies that left Sasuke feeling like he was someone else. Even though the village was dear to him, when Sasuke was surrounded by those walls with the Kage's faces peering down at him from the mountain, the Uchiha couldn't help but remember who he was. In the village, Sasuke was the only survivor of the Uchiha massacre; he was the convict that killed, murdered, and betrayed his village; he was the one who had tried to defeat the Hokage.

Sasuke told Naruto he was leaving tomorrow. This wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the entire truth either. Sasuke had told his dearest friend goodbye--in a way. He had also told him to tell Sakura his farewell, too. Sasuke seriously hoped she would understand why it was best that he left without seeing her. It would be less painful, he had hoped. But Sasuke knew that he was also chickening out. To be honest, he didn’t want to see her face when he told her goodbye, or watch her cry, or listen to her pleads for him to stay. He had already told her everything he had needed to.

Because of this thinking, Sasuke decided to leave at 2 in the morning. He knew it was just the right time to leave without anyone noticing his departure. He didn’t like the idea of running into someone he knew--or didn’t care for--and small talk his way into an explanation, even if he didn’t owe one. The truth was, he was avoiding everyone he cared for. Sasuke didn’t like greetings, and he certainly didn’t like goodbyes. It was easier this way, to leave in the middle of the night. By the time someone thought to look for him or question his whereabouts, he would be gone. Sasuke wouldn’t have to deal with the responsibilities of goodbyes.

Walking down the path towards the village gates, Sasuke reached up and fingered the large knot that was still bulging from his eye. He stopped, suddenly, remembering his conversation with Sakura after their fight.

"All I would need to know is that you love me back. We don't have to be together to love each other, Sasuke."

He frowned, gritting his teeth against the weakness in his heart. She had told him that if he left, she wouldn’t move on. Sasuke hoped that it was a lie. He didn’t tell her that he loved her. Sasuke hated the idea of telling her about the feelings that had begun to strangle his good senses ever since he set foot back in this stifling village. He was afraid to give her hope. Afraid to sentence Sakura to a life of longing and waiting on him because she knew he had feelings for her. No matter how he looked at it, a lonely life was a loveless life. No, he would never tell her he loved her.

Sasuke looked down at his feet, surprised that they weren't moving. Why was he stopping? Why did he care? The Sasuke from a couple years ago wouldn’t be thinking how he was now, with sadness in his heart combined with happiness for his friend who was expecting his first child.

Sasuke sighed, determination creeping back into his core. He had to protect them--all of them: Naruto, his wife, and future child; Sakura and her obnoxious blond friend, Kakashi and his future retirement; everyone Sasuke had ever known-- he wanted them all to be happy, even if he couldn’t.

He walked for a long while, resolving himself to his duty and mission. He repeated Itachi's words throughout his head, as if it were a chant he cited going into battle: "Self-sacrifice. A nameless shinobi who protects peace within its shadow. That is a true shinobi."

Sasuke felt pride for his brother. He would be a true shinobi, like Itachi.

Diluting the darkness, the full moon peeked out from the clouds. The crickets were loud and the only other noise Sasuke could hear were the pats of his own feet against the road's cobblestone. He passed the swing in front of the academy and stared at it momentarily before walking on. Coming around the bend on the only road out of the village, Sasuke halted just before he reached the stone bench on his right.

Standing quietly in the middle of the path, was the same girl he left all those years ago. The same girl who was going to dare Sasuke to make the same decision again-- the decision to leave her behind.

…..

Sakura watched as Sasuke’s distinct figure came around the corner. Even in the faint light, she could recognize that outline anywhere. He was walking slowly, on the only road out of the village. She had been right to come here. He really was leaving.

It took the Uchiha a minute to notice her. When he did, Sasuke stopped mid-step beside the bench that Sakura had been left on all those years ago. She prepared herself; she was not going to be that same girl.

Sighing, Sasuke pinched the bridge of his nose. “What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?”

Taking a second to hold together her determination, she frowned at his comment. She tried to keep the crack out of her voice when she spoke, ““I thought we had agreed you were going to stop dodging me. I thought we had an understanding.”

He didn’t reply. Sakura tried to calm her terribly beating heart. Tears were already threatening to come to her eyes, and she chastised herself for them. Stupid girl, she thought to herself and held them back. Sakura was not going to cry. Not again. She was going to be strong.

“You haven’t changed,” she stated unhappily, and Sasuke blinked hard at her comment, raising wide eyes to meet hers. “You still won’t tell me anything,” she continued determinedly, doing her best to say what she felt. “You can’t even say goodbye.”

She was suddenly remembering what she had cried out to him the last time they stood together on this path: “Why don’t you ever tell me anything?” Sakura was half-expecting the same cold response from him that Sasuke had spat out at her: “Why should I have to tell you anything?”

The rough whispered apology that Sasuke gave her instead, was the last thing she was expecting. “You’re right,” he spoke guiltily, looking away from her and letting out a sigh. “I’m sorry. It’s better this way. It’s easier.”

Softening slightly, Sakura made her way towards him until she was standing only a few feet away from him. “Easier? For who, Sasuke? You?” She swallowed the lump in her throat, stilling herself to finish. “Because there’s nothing easy about this for me.”

Sasuke flinched and averted his gaze again. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I wanted to avoid this.”

She reached for his sleeve like she had that night in the alley. She had to keep him here, standing in this spot, as if to prevent him from disappearing. Her hand was shaking but Sasuke didn’t move as her finger hooked under the hemmed fabric.

The clouds opened up again and when the moonlight fell upon Sasuke’s features, Sakura met his eyes. They were unyielding onyx, firm with resolution. “My answer is still the same as before. I still can’t be with you. I have to leave. I have to do this.”

“I know you do,” She responded, dropping his sleeve. Turning, she walked a few steps ahead of him and reached for the bag that lay in the shadow of nearby tree. Slipping the pack onto her back, she rotated back towards him. “That’s why I’m coming with you.”

….

Sasuke’s calm, determined expression dissolved as he caught sight of the travel sack she slipped on. Her words formed in his mind, and he nearly exploded.

“You’re not coming,” he frowned. Sasuke was trying his best to think rationally, but the sight of Sakura standing fiercely, arms crossed, had Sasuke breathing hard with panic in his chest. Now was not the time for this.

“What are you going to do to stop me? Knock me out and leave me on that bench again?” It was almost a challenge.

“I’m considering it,” he snapped, closing the distance between them.

She stared up at him, hands coming to rest on her hips. “Go ahead and try it. I’m not some helpless little girl you can leave behind, anymore.”

It took him a heated minute to focus. Suddenly, he was faced with a situation he didn’t know how to handle. He was going to be searching for evidence for the most powerful race in the universe. It was a very difficult journey and he was constantly having to stay on his guard. Not only this, but just by being with him, an Uchiha, would put a huge target on Sakura’s back. What if something happened to her because of him? This was his greatest fear. He couldn’t lose any of his loved ones again.

“No,” he spoke firmly, shaking his head. “It’s too dangerous. I want you to stay here, where it’s safe.”

She laughed, and the small noise made Sasuke nervous in a way that infuriated him.

“Actually,” she smiled, pulling something out from the side compartment of the bag she carried. Between her fingers, she held out a scroll for him to see. It was red with words “A-Rank” scribbled in black ink across the top. “I’m a Jonin, now. I have my own mission to fulfill along the way.”

Sasuke glared at the scroll she was concealing back into its special place, as if it were to blame for this entire inconvenience. What the hell was Kakashi thinking? Did he really give her permission to accompany him? Why would he do that?

“It’s my turn for my own journey,” she beamed again, adjusting the pack on her shoulders. “I’m leaving the village either way. I understand if you want to do this on your own. But I’d hoped we could do this together, so we aren’t alone anymore.”

Sasuke ran his fingers through his hair. God, she was annoying. An annoying, frustrating woman who was making Sasuke’s stomach do somersaults. Sasuke undoubtedly did not want her to come. He was afraid of putting her in danger. He should have told her no; he should have walked away at that very moment. But he couldn’t. Words from the past whispered to him in her sobbing voice: “You told me that day, what a painful thing solitude can be. I understand that pain, now. I have a family and friends, but if you were gone Sasuke. . . It would be the same thing for me, as being all alone.”

It nearly broke his resolve, the thought of her feeling completely alone, just as he had for his entire life. Sasuke had come to terms with the loneliness that came with the responsibility of finding the Otsusuki clan. But, if Sakura were there, if only for a little while, could he escape that eternal loneliness? The thought was tempting, and his longing overwhelmed his dread.

Knowing he would regret it the moment he did this, he huffed crossly and grabbed onto Sakura’s travel pack, lifting it carefully off her shoulders and roughly hooking his only arm through one of the straps. “I’ll take this. You’re just going to slow us down with it.”

Sakura’s face lit up as Sasuke began to walk forward, not even waiting for her. She immediately followed him, catching up to peer around at his expression. “You really mean it? I can come?”

“Don’t make me regret it,” he said unfeelingly, trying to figure out if she would have even taken no for an answer. “And don’t get in my way.”

Sakura wasn’t listening. His pink-haired teammate was glowing and smiling mutely to herself. It was going to take Sasuke some considerable effort to get used to having her on missions with him, all over again. The old Sasuke wouldn’t have been looking forward to the second chance.

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ugo-the-nerd · 7 years ago

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Hi! I really like your work! I have an FFXV Chocobro x reader request, if you have the time of course. Can you do a comfort imagine? I just lost one of my cats this morning and I'm really struggling with it.

I hope you like it! (I actually started sobbing writing the Noct one, as i imagined my own kitty… ;-; I hope you get better soon and that your kitty arrived safely in cat heaven, playing with laser pointers and rolling around in catnip all day!)

(Also since you told me Noct is your fav, i focused on him first and threw in a Gladdy as my own choice, i hope that was allright!)

Noctis

Your eyes were red and swollen and eventhe few hours of sleep you managed to get the last night, couldn’thide the evidence of thoose tears you shed yesterday.

Your mostprecious companion had past away, after a long fight against age andthe diseases that came with it. Knowing that his time on this earthcame to an end, you fought hard with yourself and the decision tohave him euthanized. Yes, he have had a long and happy life with you.Pampering him with toys, fur brushing everyday and his favouritemeals, but you were far from ready to let him go. Your best friend,confidant, consoler and side-kick. Your cat wasn’t just any feline,but someone who knew you better than any friend or family member. Butthis wasn’t the time to be selfish anymore.

Standing at the table inone of the lab rooms, you gave a meek nod towards the vet, as he sentyour furry soulmate off to his eternal sleep. You stroked his pawsuntil his last breath, leaning over to give him a last kiss on histiny head.

„You did so well, thank you foreverything…we will meet again someday…“

Your boyfriend who was silentlywatching behind you, stepped forward and took your hand, squeezing itgently. while using his other to brush away some stray tears youcouldn’t manage to swallow down.

„Don’t worry Y/N, this kitty livedbetter than any king and i know what I’m talking about, being theprince and all. You spoiled him rotten. And cats got nine lives,right? Maybe his second one is only waiting for you to pick him upagain.“, Noct gave a reassuring smile to underline his hopefulpremonition. You couldn’t help but be swept along by his positivity.Letting out a last noisy sniffle, you straightened your back andsqueezed your boyfriends hand tightly.

„ I’m glad i still have this giantblack cat to keep me on my toes. Allthough he sleeps even more thannormal kitties and don’t get me started about how spoiled HE is. Healso loves to have his head caressed and devours WAY too much meat!

Raising your arm and ruffling throughNoct’s hair, you had to giggle at his surprised expression.Scrambling back together his composure, he raised his eyebrows indisbelief, grabbing your palm from his head and giving your fingers aquick peck.

„I hope you don’t expect me to startpurring for you from now on?“

Gladio

The day started out grey and rainy,underlining the emptiness that was now residing in your sharedapartment with your boyfriend. Gladio was busy until late in theevening with his duties in the citadel, so you dreaded coming home tothis empty space even more now, ever since your furry companion hadpassed away. The weekends were usually something you looked forwardto. Spending them on the couch, having your precious furball rolledup on your stomach purring contently, while you wait for Gladio tocome home and join you two. He loved your cat just as much andspoiled her non stop, coming home every week with new toys or someexpensive gourmet cat food. Her favourite toy was a laser pointer.She always went nuts as soon as the red dot appeared on the floor,leaving you and Gladio in a joyful, giggling mess.

Taking up her favourite toy from thecouch table, you turned it on, drawing circles on the carpet. Justthis time, noone will chase anymore after it…Trying to swallow the hot tears wellingup in your eyes, you let out a stiffled moan, not hearing the frontdoor being opened silently, as your sadness was taking over you.

A sudden tiny flash of black shottowards the red dot on the floor and pulled you out of your thoughts,making you jerk up and letting out a high pitched squeak in surprise.The small bunch of fluff was wearing ared ribbon around it’s neck and stared intently back and forthbetween you and the stilled dot on the ground.

„W…what? Where did you come fromsweetie?“, you couldn’t quite grasp the situation yet, as yourboyfriend stepped through the livingroom door, giving you amischievous smirk as he made his way over to the couch.

„Hey babe, seems my fluffy surprisewas a full blown success?“ he happily said, seating himself besideyou and giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead.

„You never fail to impress me…idon’t know what to say…thank you so much Gladdy..she is absolutelyadorable!“,you replied and nuzzled your face on his broad shoulder.

„As i went to pick her up, it waslove on first sight i tell ya! She pouts just as cute as you when shedoesn’t get what she wants!“, he laughed and you pinched himplayfully in his cheek.

„And on the way back here, I alreadythought of a good name for her! How about we call her-“

„NO! We are NOT gonna call herBlacky…“ you interrupted him with a stern look.

„How did you know babe?“

„We’ve been together for over 3 yearsnow Your mind works surprisingly easy sometimes , big guy!“

Letting out a giggle snort, Gladiowrapped you in his arms tightly, placing his stubbly chin on yourhead.

„I can’t win against you, can I?“

#ugo writes #ffxv imagines #final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #noctis lucis caelum #gladiolus amicitia #noctis x reader #gladio x reader #all the love for kitties!#chocobros

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kpop-goestheweasel · 7 years ago

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Midnight Snack - M

Anonymous said: Can you please do a rated Daehyun one please? If it can include him going down on her that would be adgdssfh thank you!

Anonymous said: Okay, serious talk, your smut is amazing. I've read quite a lot of others actually, but holy shit yours is my fav <3 That being said, could I please request some Daehyun smut? Thank you :) Love the blog, keep up the good work XD

Okay, but first can we talk about how bad that gif messes me up? Also, I probably enjoyed writing this one a little too damn much. That boy and his damn lips just.... ruuuuuuude. I hope y’all enjoy my personal fantasy. 🙊🙈 I’m so wrecked for this boy.

Rated M for ‘My mind is way too dirty for children to be reading what I write.’

It was another one of those damn nights. The red illuminated numbers on your nightstand boldly stated 12:14 A.M., and you had awoken with no hope of returning to sleep anytime soon. For a lingering moment, you continued to stare at the ceiling and debate with yourself between getting up and finding something to fill this sleepless night with or to remain in the warm comfort of bed as Daehyun snored beside you.

Your gaze slowly shifted to him and a small, loving smile immediately pulled at the corners of your lips as you took in his slumbering form. He looked so peaceful and worry-free in his slumbering state. You would hate to interrupt his much-needed sleep with your restless stirring. With that thought in mind, you gave a little sigh and pulled yourself from your usually so inviting bed to find comfort elsewhere. Perhaps some tea will warm you from the inside out and help relax you so you could finally get some rest for yourself. At least enough to avoid a light scolding from Daehyun in the morning for the dark circles under your eyes. You couldn’t help but to glance back and smile at him once more as you thought of how tender and caring he could be. It was a side of him you loved almost as much as you loved that playful, boisterous side that most others saw. There was hardly a dull moment in his presence, and even as he slept, you could see each emotion cross his face as he drifted through his dreams.

The hardest part of pulling yourself from the bed and padding down the hall to the kitchen was leaving behind the company of your slumbering boyfriend. Even as he slept, his presence still made you feel complete like nothing else could. It was such a treat to have him home if even for just a short while between tours and schedules that took him away for days or even weeks at a time. This perhaps may have been part of the cause of your restlessness. Tonight just happened to be his first night home after a particularly long length of time away, and as much as you craved him and the wonderful things he did to your body, you couldn’t bring yourself to let your lustful desires outweigh his obvious need for rest. As bright as his smile was when he had walked through the door and tightly wrapped his arms around you, you could feel the fatigue that weighed down his whole body. So you quickly made him a large, warm meal of all his favorite foods just to spoil him a bit -and maybe to give him a little reminder of why he loves you so much- before you pulled him to bed and demanded he finally relax and get the rest he had missed out on while he was away. You weren’t even sure his head had made it to the pillow before his whole body melted into the bed and he fell into a deep sleep with you wrapped snuggly in his arms.

Standing in front of the stove, you waited for the water to boil, hoping to catch it before the pot whistled too loudly and roused your sleeping boyfriend. You chewed on your lip and rubbed at the back of your calf with your foot, pouting over the fact that you were unable to sleep. The very last thing you wanted was to waste any of your time with him in the morning by sleeping in. You knew he wouldn’t even think about waking you when he did in the morning, so you were rather desperate to get yourself to sleep so you could wake with him.

Suddenly, two strong arms wrapped around your waist, startling you nearly out of your skin before a pair of familiar lips laid on the exposed skin of your neck. Daehyun breathed a soft chuckle against your ear as you relaxed into his hold. “Can’t sleep?” he asked, swaying you back and forth and brushing his thumbs over your stomach. Even with the fabric of your fitted tank top between yourself and his touch, you couldn’t help but shiver as the muscles under his fingers spasmed from the soft, sweet contact.

“Did I wake you?” You sidestepped his question, more concerned with his sleep than your own.

Turning in his hold to face him, you were met with his sweet, loving smile. His hands moved to run up and down your sides. “No, but I couldn’t get back to sleep knowing you’re here but not next to me,” he answered. His voice was low with a soft rasp to it that instantly ignited that flame of desire in the pit of your stomach. You watched his smile morph into a knowing smirk as his eyes darkened with his own yearning, pulling you right into his spell. “I think a little midnight snack might be just what you need to help you sleep.” A whimper nearly escaped you at the implications in his words. Always, he knew how to drive you absolutely wild before even laying a finger on you.

Without breaking the eye contact between you, he reached beside your hip and turned off the stove that had already brought your pot of water to a howling climax. That pot of water had become no longer necessary as Daehyun intended on finding other ways to help you sleep and he was more than confident in his ability to do so. “You look good enough to eat,” he husked as he leaned down to you, his lips hovering over your own. This time, you did release a whimper before crashing your lips to his. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as your body arched against his in desperate need of all the contact you could get. You could feel his lips curling against yours in a satisfied smile. His appetite went well beyond just that for food and you were always more than happy to appease his cravings. He was a complete sucker for the way you pressed yourself against him. It amused and amazed him to no end how your body responded so eagerly and so submissively to him.

Sliding his hands down your sides, he teasingly slipped his hands under the hem of your tank top and tauntingly brushed his fingers over your skin as he deepened the kiss. The way your soft skin felt so warm under his touch drove his fervor all the further.

Focusing on the way his perfectly plump lips danced against yours, you hardly noticed when his hands slid further down your body to your bare thighs. You gave a little squeak and tightened your grip on him as he lifted you to the counter and stepped forward to stand between for freshly shaven legs. Running his hands over the silk-like smoothness of your skin, he gave the sexiest groan of appreciation before his lips pulled from yours and moved along your jaw down to your neck. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” he breathed. Another shudder ran through you as his warm breath ghosted over your sensitive skin, effectively silencing any quip you may have had about just how much you missed him as well. “Nothing tastes as good as you.” Usually, you would tease him for being so corny, but it had been so long since his hands were on you and it felt so damn good that forming words was a foreign concept you couldn’t quite grasp. All your thoughts were too wrapped around the way his hands pushed up your tank top as they explored your body and the way his lips left a moist trail in their wake that cooled against the air in the most tantalizing way. It was an incredibly soothing sensation contrasting with the heat he stirred under your skin.

Daehyun breathed a chuckle at the way you whimpered in protest as he pulled from you. His eyes met yours and he gave you a smile of utmost adoration while his eyes glimmered with a hint of amusement. “Patience, Jagiya. I’m going to take my time with you, but you’ll have no problem sleeping when I’m done with you.” His words were laced with delicious promise which only made you all the more impatient. Knowing exactly that, the corners of his lips raised slightly before he pressed them to yours in a chaste kiss, pulling from you once more as he lifted your shirt over your head and dropped it nonchalantly to the floor beside his bare feet. Your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you watched his eyes absorb the sight before him and darken all the more. The way he brazenly appreciated your form had you seeping through your panties. That hungry, primal glint in his dark eyes melted you on the spot. “So sexy.” He stole another deep, breathtaking kiss before his lips moved down your body, fully intent on tasting every bit of you.

A gasp left your lips and you arched your back, submissively offering more of yourself to him as his lips encased your hardening bud. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, needing to witness your pleasure when he nipped at your nipple. And he certainly wasn’t disappointed. The way your eyes lidded and your teeth pulled at your bottom lip egged him on. His arousal strained against the sweatpants he wore. But that was going to have to wait for any attention. He had other intentions in mind.

It wasn’t terribly often Daehyun left his mark of possession on you. Though his lips loved to explore your body, he wasn’t usually one that cared to mar the perfection of your porcelain skin. Tonight was certainly an exception. In his absence, he had seen some of the comments thirsty men had left on the pictures you had posted to your social media accounts. He knew those ever so slightly suggestive pictures had been meant to tease him and remind him of what he was missing. Now, he was going to make sure to remind you of what you had been missing and leave a few lasting messages to you and anyone that dared get a peek at what was him. Though, he knew full well that the only one seeing the small scatter of love bites would be him and only him. His precious kitten was too modest and classy, knowing you didn’t need to show extra skin to draw attention. You were so effortlessly sexy in the way you carried yourself, confident but unaware of just how inviting you were. The simple black and white striped boyshorts were a true testament to that. You didn’t need sensual lace or lesser fabric to absolutely drive him wild. “God, I love these panties,” he growled, nipping at the waistband and playfully letting the elastic snap back against your skin before his eyes raised to meet yours. He watched your chest rise and fall with quick, short breaths in your aroused state. The light flush that graced your skin made you seem somehow more innocent and tantalizing. As much as he wanted to drag this out and really appreciate every inch of you, his own patience and willpower were thinning. He needed to taste you… now.

Wasting no further time, your boyfriend hooked his fingers in the waistband of your underwear and pulled. You needed no instruction to use your hands as leverage against the counter and raise your hips to help him get the last bit of your clothing off. And just like that, they fell to the floor in a small pile with your tank top, completely disregarded and forgotten as Daehyun hungrily kissed and nipped his way up your inner thigh. A sweet musk wafting from your heat clouded his mind with only thoughts of burying his face between your legs. It had been way too damn long. He needed to taste you, needed to feel you, needed to hear the beautiful sounds of pleasure you made as he took you to the edge.

His eyes again locked with yours as he gently pulled you to the edge of the counter and spread your legs further then slowly lowered his mouth to your core. He almost seemed to move in slow motion. You watched, hyper-aware of the way his tongue moistened his lips just before they brushed against where you needed them most. Your own tongue ran across your lips as you rolled your hips slightly, begging him to stop teasing with light kisses. You needed more. You needed to feel that soft, wet tongue lap up the juices that threatened to drip to the counter. You needed him to part your lips and take your bundle of nerves between his. Fuck. You needed exactly what he was going to give you.

Your little whine of impatience was all he needed. Knowing you were just as in need as himself, he could no longer deny you. His hands kneaded their way up your thighs until his thumbs met and parted your lips to give him full access to your dripping core. You could see the small smirk of satisfaction he wore as he gazed at the glistening feast before him. “I will never get over how hot it is to know you want me as much as I want you.” And finally, his tongue lapped up your leaking juices. “So wet for me. And so damn delicious.”

It was as though that first taste set off a hunger in him that he could no longer deny. His thumbs pulled your lips apart even further as his hands pressed your legs to spread wider for him as his tongue ran up and down your slit. Your eyes immediately fluttered closed and your head rolled back at the amazing sensations he expertly bestowed upon you. Teasingly, he neglected to dip his tongue into your waiting cavern, nor did he even brush against your clit until he had lapped up every drop of your liquid arousal. Then, his lips were wrapped around your bundle of nerves as he sucked on it. Your hips moved with the sensation and a moan fluttered passed your lips before he flicked his tongue over that nub. That beautiful mouth of his then moved down to dip his tongue inside of you, earning himself the pleasure of hearing his name gasped out as you laid back over the counter and fully submitted to him and the glorious things he did to your body.

With his face buried between your lips, he moved his hands down your legs and raised them slightly to give him full access to your hot, wet core. His lips wrapped around your bud once again, this time he gave a little hum and you could feel the vibrations through your whole body. You instantly arched off the counter and gave a little cry of pleasure. This encourages him all the more and soon you felt a finger easily slide into you, then another as he found you more than wet enough to take more. You heard him groan a little curse at your arousal which drew a whimper from you while his fingers began to thrust in and out, stretching you in all the right places. Already, you could feel the knot in your stomach tightening. “Baby, I’m not going to last much longer if you keep that up,” you whined, pulling at your own hair with one hand and tangling the fingers of the other in his.

Smirking to himself, he only increased his oral assault on your body. His fingers dived into you and curled against your most sensitive spot while his mouth abused your bundle of nerves with absolutely no mercy at all. You were a whimpering, moaning, writhing mess and it was by far one of the hottest things he’s ever witnessed. He knew it was only a matter of a few more expertly maneuvered thrusts and flicks of the tongue before you fell over the edge under his ministrations. The way your walls clenched around his fingers like a vice grip had him eager to take you then and there, but his self-control won over before he could carry on with that thought. In good time he would have you.

Your release washed over you like a tidal wave. Blinding white-hot pleasure rolled through your body as you cried out his name and tugged on his hair. Your hips danced over the smooth surface of the counter while Daehyun held tightly onto your thighs and kept his mouth firmly pressed to your core to make sure you got the every ounce of pleasure your body could handle. Finally, you had to push him away when the sensations became too much.

Panting, you relaxed onto the counter before giving a small satisfied giggle as Daehyun peppered your stomach with loving kisses and slowly made his way up your body until his lips met yours, giving you a small taste of yourself. You hummed against his lips and wrapped your arms around him, holding him near as he pulled away. “Thank you,” you grinned at him, running your fingers through his soft, dark hair.

It was his turn to grin back at you. “You don’t need to be thanking me yet. I’m far from done with you.”

Another giggle escaped you as you were hoisted off the counter and carried off to the bedroom with the promise of a long night filled with pleasure and reacquainting with your lover. You couldn’t have been more thankful for your restful night. Midnight snacks may have just become your favorite meal.

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