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byeoltoyuki · 1 year ago

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✧ Give it to me ✧ - part 2

↳ Pairing: Bangchan x Reader / Felix x Reader (kind of)

❧ Genre : gang au / romance / smut / strangers to lovers / fluff / some fake texts

❧ Words: 31k

Part 1 : +17k ⎢Part 2 : +13k

❧ Warnings : Violence / mention of death / guns / mention of drugs / mention of human trafficking / smut (in part 2)

❧ Summary: Everything in life has a cost. Even freedom. To be finally out of your father’s clutches you were ready for everything. Including making a deal with the Devil.

❧ A/N: After rewritting this story twice, I'm finally done with it. Can't say it was easy and I can't thank enough my friends who had to deal with my mental breakdowns, all my complaining and frustration. Thank you to my baby koala for this lovely moodboard ❤️

Since tumblr didn't let me post the story in one part, I cut it. The 2nd part will come out shortly ❤️.

Hope you enjoy your reading!

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There were different ways of waking someone up; you could do it the nice way, for example, gently shaking the person, or better yet whispering sweet words into someone’s ear. You could do it the hard way too which sadly was what you were used to with your father. But being woken up with kisses all over your face? That was the best and something you were not used to.

“Y/N, darling, wake up.” Chris gently moved the strands of hair that were hiding your sleepy face. “Come on.”

You grumbled in response, trying to hide your face with the cushion.

“Y/N,” He tried again, pulling at your pillow.

Honestly, you didn’t know how he could expect of you to wake up when he was so gentle and his voice so soft, it was lulling you back to sleep. And you didn’t want him to stop.

“Five more minutes.” You begged and since he had taken the pillow, you pulled at your blanket to cover yourself fully.

“Y/N, let’s be realistic. If I give you five more minutes, you’ll never wake up.”

‘So not true.’ You wanted to say but no words left your mouth, too sleepy to speak.

Chris shook his head in amusement. If you thought he would give up so easily, you were wrong. He pulled at the blanket with much more strength, throwing it on the floor.

“Meanie.”

“And you’re such a baby when you’re sleepy.”

Maybe you were, but you wouldn’t let him win so easily either. Without him expecting you to move, you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him right on top of you, hugging him tightly.

“Now it’s even better.”

“Fine. Five more minutes.” He rolled over, wrapped his arms around you and let you rest on him.

Yeah, just five minutes.

Five minutes turned into a full hour and it wasn’t really your fault either. It wasn’t your fault that Chris fell asleep right beside you, it was his own fault. But you didn’t tell him that. Instead, you got ready as fast as you could.

“Wait, where are we going again?” You yelled from your room.

“To the beach.”

Now that took you off guard. You ran to his room just to make sure that he wasn’t joking.

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah. I figured you need a change of scenery.”

He sure knew how to make you speechless.

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When Chris suggested bringing you to the beach you thought it would be a short trip to the closest beach - honestly you would have loved it too. But no, what he had in mind was completely different.

After a five hours long drive, you finally arrived at a house standing nicely by the beach. As you got out of the car, you stared at the view, dumbfounded. The house was big and so was its wooden deck with stairs at the end that led right to the white sand and to the sea. You could perfectly picture yourself having your breakfast while admiring the sunrise reflecting on the water.

“I take it you like it.” Chris stood beside you, smiling proudly at his choice of escape. He knew how you felt about being confined every day at his place, he sincerely understood your feelings and he wanted to help. There weren’t many places he could take you without risking your safety, but this place was perfect in so many ways. It was far from the city; it was beautiful and only few trusted people knew about it.

Without thinking, you wrapped your arm around his, leaning against him. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Chris surprised you with a soft kiss on top of your head, making your heart flutter.

▾▾▾

That night, Chris offered to have dinner at the deck.

The weather was fresh with a soft breeze but it didn’t stop neither of you from enjoying the moment. In fact, Chris had prepared everything; food, wine, a warm blanket for the two of you, an additional hoodie of his for you. The few lights on the deck along with the soft sounds of wave gave an earie atmosphere to the place. It was cozy and comforting and warmed you from inside.

Nestled comfortably in the garden sofa, the blankets over your legs, you enjoyed the moment. You had to admit that it would have been a perfect date if only the situation was different. Did it stop you from fully savoring the moment? Not at all.

“Hey, look at that!” You pointed at the sky, “A shooting star!”

“Are you going to make a wish?” Chris teased in return, watching you instead of the sky.

You smirked proudly. Who cared if it was childish? You didn’t and neither did Chris. “Absolutely.”

You averted your eyes to the sky and thought for a short moment about your wish. For a very long time, you had wished for only one thing: be free. Now? You weren’t so sure. Not when you were sitting so close to Chris, not when you felt so safe and genuinely happy.

You glanced shortly at Chris and smiled. ‘Let us be happy.’

▾▾▾

Getting woken up by Chris’s sweet voice and soft kisses was quickly becoming your favorite part of the day, no matter that it was quick and that you were being interrupted in your sleep at impossible hours. It was worth it.

“Please, don’t tell me we’re already driving back.” You begged through your sleepy-state, barely opening an eye to look at him.

Chris kept stroking your hair, helping you in a way to wake up. “No. But I thought you would like to see the sunrise; the view is mind-blowing.”

That fully grabbed your attention. He was absolutely right; you did not want to miss a sunrise, especially not in the place like this one.

“You are mind-blowing.” You whispered

“Well, thank you.” He chuckled

You kicked the blanket off you, feeling perfectly awake and ready for another, undeniably, sweet moment with this man. “Let’s go!”

“Put warm clothes first.” He held you back by grabbing your wrist. You were too excited for this.

“Right. Clothes.”

▾▾▾

Instead of getting all cozy at the deck, Chris brought you straight to the beach and he came prepared. And by prepared you really meant prepared. He spread a blanket on the sand and a basket with two mugs and a thermal jug that you supposed was filled with coffee. If he was trying to make you fall for him, he was doing a damn good job.

You watched him settle on the blanket; he spread his legs and then motioned for you to join him right between his legs. Did you hesitate? Not even for a second. Did your heart slowly melt at the intimacy? Hell yes. The moment you joined him, he wrapped his arms around you and plopped his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.

“Good?” He hummed against your skin.

You snuggled against his arms, sighing in delight. “More than good.”

The first lights of the day shyly appeared over the horizon. It was faint but so peaceful. This sight alone made you forget all about your problems. You pressed yourself a little harder against Chris which made him tighten his grip around you in return.

“It’s really beautiful.” You whispered mainly to yourself but Chris hummed in response, agreeing with you.

You watched in silence as the sun slowly rise over the horizon, bringing with it a beautiful, cloudless, new day. Watching the scenery before you, you came to realization that despite your life being a mess, you had never felt that peaceful, that free, and it was all thanks to one person.

You turned your head to have a look at Chris; you smiled, genuinely happy. “Thank you.” You weren’t thanking him only for bringing you here. No, you were thanking him for everything he had done for you.

Chris’s response came in the form of a gentle press of his lips against yours. Just what you needed to make this day even more perfect.

▾▾▾

Despite all your attempts at reaching Chris, nothing worked. But you weren’t the type to give up so easily. If Chris didn’t want to reply, you would find another way.

By another way you instantly thought of Jisung.

▾▾▾

When you barged into Chris’s office with Jisung, you had a strong sense of déjà vu. Except this time, it felt a little bit different. First, you weren’t a stranger anymore, and secondly there were more people present in the room. Minho, Changbin and even Hyunjin were here, looking not that surprised with your arrival.

“The pretty miss!” Hyunjin beamed and joined you to properly greet you. What a charming man. And probably a dangerous one too.

“Keep your hands off her.” Chris strongly advised which made you quirk a brow at him in amusement. When did Chris start being jealous?

“You’re all so noisy.” You heard an unfamiliar voice coming from the computer placed in the middle of the table.

“Y/N, meet Seungmin and Jeongin.” Chris introduced the two men as he pointed at the computer.

“Consider yourself lucky not properly meeting them.” Minho said from his place.

“If she can deal with your old ass, she can deal with us just fine.” Seungmin commented

Someone was definitely grumpy. You watched Minho being grumpier than usual which made you believe that something had happened and he was pissed about it. You took seat beside Jisung which became your usual spot now that you thought about it – judging by his big smile, he had noticed it too.

“What did I miss?” You asked and turned your attention to the men in the room.

Chris sighed and ruffled his hair in frustration. “You won’t like it.”

“While the two of you were having the little trip-“ Minho started explaining, looking pissed at Chris.

“Minho.” Chris warned him

“We planned an attack on Rick. We aimed for his main business: drugs. But it didn’t go as planned. They expected us.”

No wonder he was pissed. “But how?”

“That’s a million-dollar question.” Changbin admitted

“Is it possible that someone has betrayed you?” There was no other explanation. How could your father had known about their plans?

They all went silent at your question. All except one.

“Bold thing to say. Maybe it was you.” Jeongin suggested

Instead of being offended, you decided to play along. “Sure thing. Whenever I wasn’t kissing Chris, I was scheming with my dad and told him absolutely everything about your plans that I wasn’t even aware of. How did you guess?”

“I actually pictured the whole thing and I think I’m scarred for life.” Jeongin groaned in disgust.

“Joke aside, I’ve been looking into it.” Seungmin admitted. “Jisung has been suspicious of some men.”

You glanced at Jisung, stunned. It was hard imagining him being serious and controlling when half of the time he was cracking jokes and messing around. Yet here he was. You should have known there was a reason he was with Chris.

“I’m curious about something.” Changbin looked at you, his eyes piercing. “What do you know about your father’s business?”

That, you could answer easily. “Honestly? Not much. I’m just a trophy to show off.”

“I can see the appeal.” Hyunjin wiggled his brows playfully at you which earnt him a nudge from Jisung.

“But.” You ignored him comment, “Before I left, he introduced me to his business partner. Kang?”

They all cursed.

“Guess you know him.” You concluded

“Another piece of shit.” Jisung admitted

“Should have killed him when I had the chance.” Minho added

You didn’t know much about Kang but if they all hated him so badly, you could only imagine the worst about him. “Kang has a son. I’ve met him. Maybe if you get to him, you can find out more about Kang and my father.” Then you remembered the tiny detail about Matt and you pointed at Hyunjin. “Should definitely send him.”

Hyunjin was not the only one surprise with your statement.

“Why?” Chris asked

“He’s his style.”

▾▾▾

“Turned out, you were right.” Chris said as soon as he got home and joined you in bed. He wrapped his arms tightly around you and let you use him as pillow. What a nice pillow.

“I’m always right.” You kissed his chest as a way of greeting him. “But just to be sure, what are we talking about?”

Chris chuckled. He kissed the top of your head, fondly. “About Hyunjin. And Matt. He’s clearly not as clever as Kang. Hyunjin had absolutely no problem tricking him. He had no chances against him.”

Who could resist Hyunjin’s charms? You couldn’t blame Matt for falling for his tricks.

“What did you find out?”

“Turns out, Kang doesn’t give a damn about Rick.” Despite his words, Chris’s voice got deeper and darker – you guessed he had something bad to tell you.

You untangled yourself from his arms and sat on the bed to have a proper look at him. “What is it?”

“Kang wanted you.” Chris admitted, “But since you’re with me, he’s using your father to mess with me.”

So it wasn’t just an impression at the party. Your father’s words and the introduction weren’t innocent at all. You couldn’t believe your father would go as far as sell you off just to gain more power.

“I escaped on time then.”

▾▾▾

Coming back to Chris’s company felt a tad odd. It brought back memories how desperate you were and also how eager you were to make a deal with him (and to see him too, but back then, you weren’t ready to fully admit it yet). You saw the same brunette at the reception. She stared at you, head tilted to the side; you looked familiar but it took her a moment to remember where she had seen you before. The moment she did, she hurried to prepare a visitor badge for you and handed it to you with a smile.

"Y/N, wait!" You heard Jisung’s whine behind you which made you pause and the pretty brunette blush madly. Apparently, someone still had a crush at the man. You couldn’t blame her.

"Why didn’t you wait for me?" He complained, out of breath.

"Not my fault if you’re slow!" You teased back. He wasn’t slow, you were just too eager to see Chris and have a lunch together. Was it that hard to understand?

"I swear, you’re getting meaner day by day." He complained and shook his head in fake disappointment.

"Now, that’s because I’ve been stuck with Minho for days just because you took some vacation in Hong Kong!" You reminded him. No sane person could stay sane after spending three days in company with Minho. No matter how better your relationship got, this man was driving you mad. The threats, you could deal with. The snarky comments too. But the pranks he would pull on you? You had to watch out for your every step. You didn’t know how any of them could survive.

"For the nth time it wasn’t a vacation!" He protested and paused as he noticed the brunette. He cleared his throat, tried to regain his composure (someone was trying to look cool and impress the girl) before waving his hand. "Hi, Jiah. Long time no see."

If he thought he was being cool, you were saddened to say that he wasn’t. He looked anything but cool. It amazed you, really, how confident Jisung could be with weapons, with decision making, and yet when it came to Jiah, he seemed like a lost guy.

You nudged him in the ribs. "You should just ask her out you know."

"Shut up." He whispered through gritted teeth. Then, to Jiah, "See you later!"

He pushed you with too much strength toward the lift, making you stumble in the process. Yep, lost guy. "I swear to god, Jisung."

"Shhhh." Then, once the door closed, "And for your information, I was in Hong Kong for work!"

"Yeah, yeah. So you said." You kept teasing him, feigning not being convinced. Jisung was just too easy to mess with and you liked it.

Reaching the top floor, Jisung stepped out first, running away from you; he walked fast to Chris’s office in hope to find an ally in him. Good luck to him with that, you thought.

As you followed his steps, you were surprised to see so many people on this floor. It was animated, people chatting loudly, drinking champagne or wine. Apparently, you had missed your invitation. You lost sight of Jisung, but it didn’t bother you. You didn’t mind being left alone among all those strangers who worked for Chris.

You took a cup of champagne from a table and took a sip as you walked around, trying to see if you could recognize some faces. Without success.

Too busy looking around, you failed to notice a man getting closer to you. He bumped right into you, making you spill your drink on your dress.

“I’m so sorry!” He took a tissue out of his pocket and handed it to you – you accepted gladly.

“No problem. It’s just a dress.” That would smell like champagne; could have been worse. As you wiped your dress, your eyes trailed to the man before you, noticing that something was off with his jacket.

“Sorry again.” He apologized, his attention on someone else. “I need to go.”

He didn’t give you a chance to answer. You followed his gaze, spotting Minho’s head.

Why did you get a bad feeling? Why did it only grow with every step the man took towards him? You didn’t hesitate, trailing after the man, trying to be as discrete as possible, which wasn’t that hard. The man had eyes only for Minho.

Your heart leapt to your throat the moment you saw the said man pulling a gun from under his jacket. Was he trying to shoot Minho while there were so many people on the floor? You couldn’t let it happen. Without thinking about your own safety, you ran as fast as you could, pushing some people out of your way.

The moment the man aimed at Minho, you yelled on top of your lungs, trying desperately to alert your friend before it was too late. “Minho!”

In the middle of all the noise, Minho heard you. Maybe it was because of his training, maybe because of his mind-blowing reflexes, or maybe you simply were that loud, but he heard you and it was all that matter. He heard you and saw the man on time. On time to drop down and avoid the first shot.

It was your chance. You pounced on the assailant, taking him off guard. Stunned, he lost his grip on the gun and you seized this opportunity to catch the gun and used it against him, pointing it at his head.

All hell broke loose around you. People scattered around, terrified of what was happening which was probably a blessing. Nobody paid you attention. Except for Minho, who got up from the floor, staring at you with both respect and admiration.

“The hell is going on?” Chris came out of his office, Jisung following his steps. The moment he saw you pointing a gun, he stilled. “The fuck?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The man cursed, shaking whether it was in fear or anger, you couldn’t tell. His eyes darted back and forth between you and the men standing not far from you. “You fucking ruined everything!”

“And you ruined my dress, we’re quits now.” You snapped. “Who sent you?”

“If you think you’re threating, you’re not. What a joke.” He spit at your feet – you didn’t budge, your held on the gun strong and firm as if it wasn’t your first time.

“And yet I’m holding your gun. Should I just shoot you?” You suggested

“If she doesn’t, I will.” Minho pulled out his own gun and stood behind you. One wrong move from the man and he was done for. In fact, judging by Minho’s aura, you believed that even one wrong word and he was done for.

“Kang is sending his greetings.” The man finally conceded, his eyes on Minho and then on Chris. “Don’t think he will forget what you’ve done to his son.”

Oh. Understanding dawned on you.

“Greetings refused. Bye.” You shot him without blinking, without regret. Apparently, there was at least one thing you had in common with your father: the killing without guilt. They said you never forget your first kill. Maybe. But you didn’t give a damn. Not when the person was trying to kill someone dear to your heart.

Jisung whistled, impressed. He pated Chris’s back in sympathy. “Good luck. You got yourself another psycho to deal with.”

You gave him the finger.

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You were trying a new recipe for dinner. For the past few days, you had spent your time either with Chris or with his men, planning against both your father and Kang. You didn’t think their business would interest you, but it did. Better yet, you felt part of their family. You felt accepted and respected and for that you would be forever grateful.

Your thoughts were however interrupted when your phone rang with a new message. You grabbed your phone, confused at first, but as you read the messages showing up one by one, your face blanched, your mouth went dry. No way.

You wanted to cry. Everything was going so smooth, so nice. You found happiness and once more he found a way to tear it from you. You wanted desperately to call Chris and tell him everything, but you couldn’t. Your father had made himself clear and you couldn’t risk Soojin’s life. What if the spy was still among them? What if he warned your father before you could get to Soojin? No. You had to go, but you were terrified.

Not two minutes later, your screen lit up once more but this time it was Minho. Your heart clenched painfully in your chest.

Before Minho could talk you out of your bad idea, you switched your phone off. They didn’t need to track you anymore; it was obvious where you were heading. But more importantly, you knew Chris would be the next to contact you and you feared that hearing his voice would be enough to make your will crumble. You couldn’t risk that.

“I’m so fucking sorry.”

▾▾▾

Your father’s house looked darker and gloomier than in your memory. It hadn’t been that long since you left and yet coming back felt different.

John was the one who welcomed you at the door, looking smug as hell. You supposed, he still wasn’t over his little encounter with Jisung, and making you pay now seemed like a perfect opportunity.

“Knew you would come crawling back.” He told you as he closed the door behind you, sealing your fate.

No matter how much you despised the man and no matter how much you wanted to talk back, you kept your mouth shut. You couldn’t risk angering him. Not yet at least.

John led you to the basement. You lived in this house for years and you had never gone to the basement. You guessed there was a rather good reason for that and now that you had stepped inside you knew why. It smelled of blood and rot and death.

You walked through a dark hall in silence. The stench was making it impossible for you to concentrate on anything else. This place was hell; you worried for Soojin even more.

John pushed another heavy door which finally revealed a big dark room, without any furniture except for a chair in the middle on which Soojin was tied. Your heart missed a beat at the sight of your friend. Her pretty face was bloodied – didn’t need to be a genius to guess what they had done.

Without caring about John or even your father, you ran to Soojin. “I’m so sorry.” If it wasn’t for you, nothing like this would have happened. Your heart bled along with your friend, guilt slowly eating you from inside.

“What an endearing sight.” Your father commented, a glass of whiskey in his hand.

You barely acknowledged his presence; he didn’t deserve it. Instead, you had your hands on Soojin’s laps. “I’m sorry.”

“Did you enjoy playing the little whore?” Your father asked, “I bet you did.” He sounded too cheerful to your liking; it sounded nothing but ominous. “It was so stupid of you. They wanted to have you for a while. I should have watched you closer. I recognize my mistake.”

Sounded like bullshit. “You’re crazy.”

Your father pointed at Soojin. “You think? I think, you should ask your little friend about it.”

You stood before Soojin, protecting her with your body in case your father would try something. He wasn’t making any sense. In fact, you were pretty sure he was trying to mess with your head.

“You think I’m the bad guy?” He pointed at himself with his glass, chuckled, and pointed back at Soojin. “Ask your friend who she really is.”

You really didn’t want to do it. You didn’t want to play his game; he was completely messing with your head. Too confused to actually speak, you looked at Soojin in hope to find some answers but instead of looking back at you, Soojin was staring back at your father. And what a stare. Her eyes were filled with pure rage and hatred, promising a very slow and painful death. The Soojin you knew was sweet and gentle. Yes, she could be mean to people, to annoying one, but those eyes, they were of a killer. You didn’t recognize her and it terrified you. You took a step back.

“What’s wrong? Cats got your tongue?” Your father laughed at Soojin. “Fine. My sweet daughter, let me enlighten you. This nasty woman is Christopher’s dear cousin.”

Your heart sank at his words. You didn’t want to believe him, you refused to believe him. And yet, when you looked at Soojin, you finally saw the resemblance. Not only the physical traits that Chris and Soojin shared, but their characters. How come you never noticed?

“Guess now you understand.” Your father said, “They have been planning for so long. And for what?”

He took a gun from his jacket and threw it at your feet. “I heard you’re quite good with guns. I underestimated you.”

With that he left the room, John following his steps.

You watched the gun, mind restless. You couldn’t stop thinking about everything your father told you. You couldn’t stop replaying the moments spent with Chris, with Soojin, with the others. What was real? What was a lie?

You grabbed the gun from the floor, the thing heavy in your hand. You turned to Soojin and slowly walked back to her.

“Is what he said true?” You asked as you stared down at her.

Soojin didn’t try to avoid your gaze nor she tried to lie. “Some parts yes.”

It annoyed you to no end that Soojin was avoiding speaking her mind. You deserved the whole truth but instead she offered you a simple apologetical look. “You’re in no position to bullshit me, Soojin.”

“Why? Are you going to shoot me, Y/N?” She dared you

“Tempting, but no. I don’t want Chris to get hurt.” As sarcastic as you sounded, it was the truth. You were angry, not because they had used you to get to your father but because they made you believe you were part of the team. Chris made you believe he cared for you. And it hurt.

Soojin seemed to understand your turmoil. “He really cares about you, you know?”

If only. “Excuse me if I doubt your words.”

You untied Soojin from the chair. Your father fought you were stupid and would believe everything he had told you – you didn’t. You plopped on the floor and sighed. This was getting really tiresome.

Soojin joined you on the floor, stretching her legs. She had been stuck in the chair for hours, her whole body aching in pain.

“You’re allowed to second-guess but he does care about you.” She insisted, “Yes, he wanted to charm you, to gain your trust but I think he underestimated how charming you are.” Soojin chuckled at that. She should have known that despite being Rick’s daughter, you were also a very interesting person. “His plan clearly backfired.”

“You all could have told me the truth. You knew better than anyone how much I hate the man. I was on your side from day one.” Really, they could have approached you long ago with whatever plan they had on mind and you would have agreed right away. Instead, they chose the hard path and made everything so much more complicated.

Soojin took your hand and gave it a comforting squeeze. “I know. But Y/N, trust is hard to earn in our world. He couldn’t risk his family just because you hate the man. Imagine for a moment; you’re a good actress after all and has me fooled? What if it was all your dad’s doing?”

It pained you to admit it but you understood her point. “Man, it sucks.”

“What are we going to do?” You wondered out loud. You didn’t believe your father would leave the two of you alone forever, not like you would have minded. The chances of him coming back to finish the job were high and you didn’t know what to do.

Because he believed the truth would make you angry, angry enough to kill your friend, he left you with a gun. But what could you really do with just one gun? You could, maybe, shot your father, but there were still dozens of men roaming around the place. Could you escape? Not so sure.

“Does Chris know you left?” Soojin asked, hopeful.

“Probably. Minho knew right away.”

Soojin smiled knowingly and fondly. “Seungmin must have been spying on you. And yes, if Minho knows, so does Chris.” She paused to ran her fingers through her hair. “He must be so pissed.”

You agreed on that. “I’m glad I’m not around to see a very pissed Chris.” You could deal with his anger but it was never pleasant.

“He too. But I was talking about Minho.” Tired, she laid down and looked at the ceiling. “I bet he’s preparing some nice poison for you.”

“Wait what.” You blinked, confused.

“Did you tell him why you left?”

“Yes. I told him I had no choice if I wanted to save you.”

“Then he’s definitely pissed.”

You crawled closer to your friend and hovered over her, watching her face closely. The way she spoke about Minho intrigued you. Soojin never cared for men, not even the hot one at the parties, but maybe it was simply because she already had someone. “Wait, you and Minho?!”

▾▾▾

If your father wanted you to die of dehydration and hunger, he was doing a rather good job. You had spent hours, or at least it felt like hours, in the basement without food or water. Soojin’s face had started swelling with all the beating and you worried the cuts would get infected. You had to get her out of here.

You wondered if Ren was around. Was he aware you were back? Did he know your father kidnapped Soojin, your friend he knew about? Would he help?

John was the one to check on you. If you could call it a check. He walked in looking bored and nonchalant, playing with his gun. He eyed the two of you still sitting on the floor and arched a brow, surprised.

“She’s still alive.” It wasn’t a question but he did sound taken aback. Apparently, just like your father, he expected you to do the killing. They really knew nothing about you.

“Don’t sound so disappointed.” You stretched your sore limbs before getting back on your feet, standing before Soojin just in case. John could be unpredictable.

“Oh I’m not.” An ominous smile spread on his face as he eyed Soojin like a hawk. “It means I can end her.” He pointed at the nasty, definitely recent, scar on his face. “Payback.”

Maybe you would be forced to use the gun after all. You wished it was against your father, to end things once for all, but John was a nice start. As he took another step towards you, you pointed the gun at him, ready to shoot. “She’s mine.”

“What makes you think I won’t hurt you to get to her?” John was clearly underestimating you. His mistake.

“Because of the trouble my father went to get me back.”

“Very naive of you to think he cares.” He shook his head and laughed darkly. “He got you back only to hurt Chris’s pride.”

A part of you didn’t want to believe his words but it made sense, which also meant that you and Soojin were in real danger.

“Y/N.” Soojin called for you, her voice weaker than intended. She didn’t have much strength left and she knew that a fight with John would end up in disaster. But you didn’t need to pay the price too. “Don’t.”

You ignored her, your attention fully on John; one mistake from you and it was over for the two of you. You couldn’t risk it.

“Wouldn’t do that if I were you.” You advised John as he tried to get close to you. Apparently, he didn’t believe you. Too bad for him. You aimed for his right leg and pulled the trigger without hesitation, making him stumble and cry out in pain. “Told you.”

“You little bitch!” He cursed, hands covering his wound. “You’re going to pay for that. I promise.”

Soojin whistled, amazed with the fact that you weren’t simply bluffing to buy the two of you some time. “Damn girl. That’s hot. I might ditch Minho for you.”

“Please don’t, he will poison me.” There was something fundamentally wrong with you; facing danger you still managed to crack jokes. But maybe it was just your way at coping with the danger.

John, despite the blinding pain, managed to get back on his feet, his gun pointed at you, pure hatred in his eyes. You were ready to shoot him in his second leg, not wanting to kill him yet. Maybe you were as bad as your father when it came to killing; you couldn’t feel any guilt. Not for someone like John.

None of that happened. Instead, there was a flash of light followed by a deafening noise. Because of the force of the explosion, John was thrown against a wall while you threw yourself at Soojin, covering her with your body. Fortunately for the two of you, you were far enough from the door which saved you from getting injured. Well, minus your poor ears.

You looked at Soojin, checking for any additional injuries – she simply nodded her head to reassure you.

And then you heard it. A loud and familiar voice, “Darling, I’m home!” That was definitely Changbin, you told yourself.

Hyunjin followed Changbin and pushed him out of his way. “You’re too slow!”

“Geez. I know you’re eager but no need to be rude!” They bickered as if it was a normal thing. As if they weren’t in the center of enemy’s territory. There was definitely something wrong with those two, but your heart swelled with fondness at their sight.

You got up from the floor, brushed the dirt off from your clothes and finally faced the two men. They were grinning at you, completely unbothered. And then it hit you, the gunshots, the screams coming from upstairs. They didn’t come alone and they definitely didn’t come to play.

And another explosion, followed by a second one that shook the foundation of the house. Whoever was doing it, clearly wanted this place to go down.

Changbin apparently thought the same thing. “Damn. Seems like Felix wasn’t joking about tearing this whole place down.”

“Can’t blame him.” Hyunjin shrugged and quickly reached you. He inspected you carefully, his brows furrowed. Once he was sure you weren’t injured in any way, he smiled. “Your father has shitty taste.”

“Tell me about it.” You snorted

“Hello? I’m here too! Nice to see you too!” Soojin complained as she tried to get up from the floor and failed miserably. Hyunjin quickly caught her before she could face plant on the ground.

“Oops, my bad.” Hyunjin stuck his tongue, nevertheless his grip around her tightened. “Sorry. Miss me?”

“Hell no, asshole.” Soojin snapped back but it was a lie, even you could tell it. She wrapped an arm around Hyunjin and pressed herself harder as if to make sure he was real.

From the corner of your eyes, you spot movements. It was John, attempting desperately to reach for his gun. You quickly got to him and kicked the gun away from him. Without his gun and with his injuries, he looked weak and just like any other bastards.

“Go to hell, John.” Were your last words to him before you pulled the trigger.

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Instead of leaving right away, they let you watch the house burn from outside. They didn’t question you; Hyunjin and Changbin exchanged a knowing look and simply let you be.

You watched the house being destroyed without feeling any pain, any regret, except maybe for the fact that you wished your mother could see it now. All the bad memories that this place held were being washed away. All the evil your father had done to your family vanishing with it.

“Good riddance.” You whispered and turned your back to the house, not caring anymore.

A car stopped right before your group, you barely registered it until a very wild Jisung came out of it and pounced right on you, crushing you in his arms.

“I was so fucking worried!” He complained and pressed a kiss to your head. “Don’t ever do that again, ok? I think Chris had a heart attack when he found out.”

You knew deep inside you were safe from the moment you stepped outside and could inhale the fresh air, but it was only when you heard Jisung’s voice that it finally hit you. You wrapped your arms around him and squeezed him back with all your might.

“Thank you for coming for me.” You whispered against his chest, refusing to look at him. You didn’t trust yourself not to cry if you saw his worried face. “For us.”

There was another blast that made you all look back at the house. The roof had been completely blown up.

Hyunjin looked at Changbin, judging him openly. “How many explosives did you give him exactly?!”

Changbin shrugged, unfazed. “Listen, he waited to tear this place down for so long. How could I say no?”

It dawned to you then that there was someone else from their group inside the house, someone who apparently held big grudges against your father. Not like you were complaining. But judging by the state of the house, his hatred was real and unstoppable.

“How about we go home?” Jisung suggested, “Soo needs to get treated.”

“I’m fine!” Soojin protested.

She was not fine and everybody could see it.

“Don’t be ridiculous. You look like shit and I promised Minho to get you out.” Jisung was merciless with his words but he was kind of right too. Soojin looked awful and couldn’t hold on her two feet if not for Hyunjin’s help.

At the mention of Minho’s name, Soojin relaxed in Hyunjin’s arms, his name working like magic on her.

“Do we wait for Felix?” Changbin asked and glanced over his shoulder.

Jisung followed his gaze and shook his head, his decision made. “He knows his way home.”

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During all this time you thought Chris’s place was where the real decisions were made, during his late meetings. Turned out, you were terribly wrong. As you got out of the car, stumbling on your way, you found yourself staring at a big house. But maybe calling it a house was not the right word. Mansion would be more appropriate.

You eyed the men that came to your rescue, bickering about trivial matters. They weren’t just part of the same organization or working for Chris. No, you realized that they were more than that. They were a family. And you envied them. The sense of belonging, of sharing this kind of bond; you hoped you would experience it one day too.

You barely took two steps, Minho appeared out of thin air, pushed you out of his way just to get his hands on Soojin. He had his hands on her shoulders, fingers digging into her skin as he eyed her, every spot, every cut, making his frown only deepen.

“I’m going to kill him.” He groaned and then abruptly turned to face you. “You! I’m so not fucking done with you.”

So typical Minho – you couldn’t stop the laugh, although a very tired one, escape from your mouth. “Yeah, good to see you too.” And you really meant it.

“Are we going to stand here or can we go in?” Changbin complained, “I’m hungry!”

“When are you not?”

But they did follow him inside.

Jisung wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pointed with his free hand at the house.

“Welcome home, Y/N.” He told you with a blinding smile that brought tears to your eyes.

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Jisung had left you to rest in one of many rooms of the house and judging by the style and by the few clothes you spotted, you guessed it was Chris’s. Too tired to think over it, you plopped on the bed and instantly fell asleep. But your sleep was far from resting. You dreamt of all the dead bodies you saw inside your house. You dreamt of fire and screams. You dreamt of your father who was trying to kill you.

You sat up with a jolt, panting and sweating, your heart beating fast in your chest. It was common to have nightmares after a bad experience, you told yourself, but it didn’t make it easier.

It was still dark outside; you didn’t know how long you had slept but it was not enough. You were about to go back and try to get some more sleep when you spotted a dark figure in the corner of the room. You frowned, thinking for a second that it was just your imagination but then it moved again.

No. There was someone in the room.

The shadow moved once more, getting closer until your eyes got used to the dark, until you realized who was in your room. You couldn’t believe your eyes. It had to be another dream. You pinched your arm just to make sure – the pain was real. Then, Ren had to be real too.

“Hi Y/N.” Ren said as he approached the bed, looking more nervous than you had ever seen him.

Ren was alive. Ren was safe. With the past events, you didn’t have time to stop and think what had happened to him. You hoped, deep inside, that he was safe, that he had left on time and now that he stood before you, relief washed over you.

“Oh my god.” Without thinking, you jumped out of the bed and straight into his arms.

Ren tensed at your hug, not expecting this kind of welcoming from your part, but after a moment he hugged you back. You weren’t the only one relieved, he was too. The moment he had heard about you going back to the house, he had lost it. Seeing you now, safe and sound, comforted him, more than he wished to admit.

“I’m glad you’re ok.” He whispered as he inhaled your sweet, familiar scent. His arms tightened around your body, scared that you could vanish at any moment.

“I was scared for you, you know?” You pulled away for him only to have a better look at his face. You pushed back rebellious curls from his face. “I was praying you weren’t stuck in the fire.”

Ren shook his head before taking your hands and bringing them to his lips. He placed a soft kiss to your knuckles bringing comfort you didn’t know you needed. “I was. But only to make sure it burnt to the ground.”

You tilted your head to the side in confusion, his words not making much sense to you. Then you wondered: how come he was inside Chris’s place? Unattended. There was no way any of them would let him roam around the place. There was no way any of them would let him leave the house. You saw their previous interaction and the animosity between them were real. But was it?

Changbin’s words echoed in your mind, playing on repeat. There was someone else in the house. Someone who wanted the place to disappear from the face of the earth. Someone who had enough reason to hate the place as much as you did. It clicked.

You pulled back from Ren, confusion written all over your face. “You’re Felix.”

All this time you thought Ren, well Felix now you guessed, was your father’s dog (like Chris’s had previously called him) when in fact, he was a perfect actor who had your father fooled. Who had you fooled. Were you disappointed you hadn’t noticed it before? Maybe a little. But it was nothing compare to the relief you felt. Felix had always been on your side.

“You’re upset.” It wasn’t a real question but you saw his hesitation.

“Not really.” You admitted, too tired to explain your feelings. “I think it’s time I have a long conversation with Chris. And you too. I want to hear your story.”

“Rest some first, we’ll talk later.”

What a good idea.

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Soojin was the one who came to get you, just on time when you finished preparing. She looked much better than last night, her face not so swollen anymore, and a happy smile plastered on her face.

“You good?” She asked, linking her arm with yours as you walked through the hall, completely lost. This place was too huge for you to remember anything. For now at least.

“Nervous?” You were more than nervous and you bet she could feel it too.

You weren’t exactly sure why you were so damn nervous. Maybe it was because of the whole truth you were about to find out. Maybe it was just the idea of seeing Chris again; you couldn’t deny the fact that you were dying to see him, to find out if your relationship was real. But there was another reason you were feeling nervous and it had everything to do with the tiny usb-stick in your pocket. It was so tiny and yet it weighted heavier than anything else.

“It’s okay.” She said and patted your arm. “So is Chris.”

▾▾▾

Without surprise, the room was noisy, so loud you could hear it from the other side of the hall. Not surprising considering all those men did was bickering.

“How dare you steal my chicken wing!” You heard Changbin loud and clear.

“Not my fault you’re slow!” Jisung replied nonchalantly in return.

Those adorable idiots, you thought to yourself.

“Why is it always the two of you?” Hyunjin complained, shaking his head in both despair and disapproval. When really, he was being just as loud as them.

Soojin gave you a nudge to help you get inside the room instead of standing by the door. You looked at her over your shoulder and saw her pretty smile that gave you the courage you needed to go in.

Your eyes darted around the room, noticing two faces that you supposed belonged to Seungmin and Jeongin. Felix was on his phone, oblivious to the mess around him. You noticed he looked different, more relaxed, younger too and definitely in his element. Chris and Minho were setting the table, exchanging few words here and there.

‘A family.’ You repeated to yourself.

Seungmin was the first to notice your presence in the middle of the chaos. He stopped chewing on his chicken wing, his eyes lightening up in mischief. “Hey old man, your girl is here.”

Chris turned his head so quickly; you thought your heard it crack. He opened his mouth to say your name but no sound left his mouth.

At the sight of him, your heart started acting up, urging you to get closer to him, to touch him. You did none of that.

“This is awkward.” Jeongin scratched his head as his eyes darted back and forth between you and Chris. “Hi, I’m Jeongin.”

“Which means,” You turned to the other man, “You’re Seungmin.”

In the corner of your eyes, you noticed Felix staring at you, his face unreadable and yet his eyes were shining brightly – happy to see you.

“This is going to be so fun.” Seungmin commented sarcastically. Soojin didn’t hesitate and slapped the back of his neck.

It was so tempting to play his little game; you would have if you weren’t so damn hungry. “Screw it, I’m too hungry.” Minho pushed a plate towards you right away which made you quirk a brow at him. “Smells too good to be real. Did you put some poison in?”

“Not this time.” Minho smirked.

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“How come you never asked anything in return for your help?” You asked Chris once you had finished your food. It wasn’t the only question in your mind, there were tons but you decided you could start with a simple one. At least, it seemed to you like it was a simple question.

Minho chocked on his drink, taken aback by your question. “Are you really asking it only now?”

For the sake of your sanity and to avoid any conflict with him (though now that your stomach was full, you were definitely ready to throw punches), you chose to ignore him and instead stared at Chris. Chris was the one, after all, who owed you answers. Along with Felix.

“It’s because of him.” Chris pointed at Felix; taken you completely off guard with this reply.

Your gaze slid to Felix. Knowing that his affection for you was real, was truly relieving. All this time you had hoped he would choose you over your father, that all the moments you shared were enough to sway him. And it was. Real.

“And because of your mom, Sarah.” Chris added

“What.” You could understand, to some extent, for Felix, but your mom, it didn’t make much sense. How could she have known Chris?

“I’m not sure where to begin.” He admitted, rubbing his neck. “I met your mother last year. She came to me, seeking my help. You can believe me when I say I couldn’t believe my eyes. Why would Rick’s wife come asking for my help?”

“Pretty sure you kicked her out of your office.” Changbin commented, remembering the exact moment.

“But your mother was a very stubborn woman. She came back the very next day, unbothered. I was tempted to kick her out again but instead, I listened. And what a story. A week prior, three of my men got slaughtered, I was sure Rick was behind it and Sarah brought me the proof I needed.”

“Why would she do that?” You asked, your voice shaky, betraying just how troubled you were. Your mom was involved with Chris at some point, but why.

“She wanted him dead, Y/N.” Chris admitted, “She wanted him dead so you could have a normal life.”

“When-“ Your voice cracked under the emotion, “When exactly did it happen?”

“When you had escaped.” Felix was the one answering that question. “By the time I got you back, she had vanished.”

No. No. No. You refused to acknowledge this. While you were selfishly living your life, escaping without even trying to bring your mother with you, she was fighting a battle for your sake.

“Y/N.” Felix called for you and only then you realized tears had starting rolling down your cheeks.

You had to get out of here, you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

So you did what you knew best: you ran.

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Knowing the whole truth was supposed to help you to understand, to make things easier. It did none of that. Maybe in the end, being oblivious was a blessing, maybe then you wouldn’t feel as if someone had torn your heart in pieces. Maybe then, you wouldn’t be feeling so damn guilty. You always told yourself that you weren’t a selfish person but, turned out you absolutely were. If you hadn’t been so self-centered you would have known about your mom’s plans, maybe you could have helped even. Instead, you let her take unimaginable risks by herself, fighting a battle you should have taken part in.

“I’m so so sorry, mom.” You wept and let yourself fall on your knees. You barely managed to reach the garden in hope to be left alone, in hope the fresh air would sooth your pain. It did none of that.

Instead, images of your mother flooded your mind, the good, the bad, all of them. You remembered her gentleness, how she would always tend to your wounds, how she would sing to you to help you sleep.

The very last time you saw her was the day you escaped. That day, when you thought you were being subtle, you saw her by the house’s gate. She should have told you something, maybe then it would have made a difference. But she didn’t. She gave you a warm, loving hug and told you to be careful.

“God, I should have told you to come with me.” You cursed yourself for being so stupid. “Mom.”

Despite your wish to be left alone, Chris came to find you. He couldn’t let you cry by yourself. There was nothing he could say or do to make the pain go away, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t offer you his shoulder to cry on. He sat on the ground by your side and fully pulled you in his arms, letting your tears wet his shirt. He let you pour your heart while softly stroking your hair, slowly rocking you in hope to appease you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He muttered against your head. “I’m sorry for not telling you the whole truth. Especially about your mom.”

But it would have made no difference. There was no escape from the pain, from the heartbreak.

Chris cupped your face, careful as if you were fragile and would break between his hands. His heart broke a little more at the sight of your red face and swollen eyes. He could feel your anguish, your heartbreak and beyond anything your wish to see your mother one last time.

He whipped your tears with his thumb. “I’m sorry. Can I take you back inside?”

You gave him the tiniest nod you could muster, too drained. Chris lifted you effortlessly, carrying you bridal-style inside the house, letting your head rest against his chest.

Chris brought you back to his room and let go of you only to put you on the edge of his bed. By the time he got you back, you had finally stopped crying and were slowly able to clear your mind and think. You watched him in silence, wondering what he was thinking about. Was he thinking about his own guilt? Was he thinking about your relationship? Ever since you had found out about the whole plan, you didn’t get the chance to talk. Did he really care for you like Soojin told you?

“I don’t blame you for my mom.” You said quietly. “Actually, I think I should be thanking you for trying to help her. For siding with her. At least, someone did.”

“Don’t make it sound like I’m an honorable person, Y/N. I did initially for revenge.” It pained him to admit but it was the truth. His intentions were far from good. At first at least.

“Maybe. But didn’t you have a change of heart?” You bet he did.

“I did. I admired her determination and her courage. She was a bright, clever woman. In fact,” Chris chuckled at the memory, “You remind me of her. The first time we met, she barged into my office. Just like you.”

“Guess it runs in the family.” You chuckled sadly. You grabbed gently Chris’s fingers, half wanting to finally touch him, half needing his comfort. “I need it to be over, Chris. I want him to pay for the pain he caused. For the people he killed.”

Chris took you off guard as he slowly slid on the floor, kneeling right before you. He interlocked his fingers with yours, eyes on you. You stared at him, stunned, heart pounding against your ribs.

“He will pay, Y/N. For everything.” He promised you. His eyes were filled with so much emotions, determination, longing, lust, it knocked the wind out of you.

“I know you’ve been wondering about us, if it was real or not. It was. Every moment I spent with you were like a breath of fresh air. I got addicted to your smiles and to your laughs, and to your little dances in the middle of my kitchen.” He paused to place a kiss on your hand. “I don’t want it to stop. I can’t promise you a completely normal, free of danger life.” His voice cracked a little under the emotions, at his confession. “Please, stay. Stay with me when it’s all over.”

You thought you had no more tears left in your body. Turned out, you were wrong. His words broke you and healed you at the same time. How could you say no to him? How could you give up on all your little moments? To give up on his touches? His kisses? Simple. You couldn’t. “You’re stuck with me.”

You had seen Chris’s smiles dozens of times but this one? This one was the brightest you had ever seen, full dimples on display, filling your heart with so much fondness. You lunged for him, crashing your mouth against his. God, you had missed it. Those delicious lips, his sweet taste, his warmth.

Chris’s hand found your head, fingers tangled in your locks, pushing you against him to deepen the kiss. He wanted you to feel all his emotions at once, wanting to feel how real it was. No pretending. No more lies. And you let him.

You broke the kiss only to get back on your feet and slowly pull your t-shirt over your head and threw it on the floor, quickly followed by your bras. Chris inhaled sharply at the sight. He couldn’t take his eyes off you.

“Touch me.” You pleaded, desperate to feel more of him. You needed him. And who was he to deny you that?

Chris gently pushed you back on the bed, watched how your breasts bounced, how your lips parted to let out a quiet gasp. He quickly disregarded his own shirt before he crawled on the bed, hands slowly traveling from your ankles to your hips, to your bare stomach. He couldn’t stop himself from placing a kiss on your belly-button before quickly unbuttoning your pants, pulling them off you. He admired you once more, laying with only your panties on, looking incredibly beautiful and delicious. He wanted nothing more than kiss every inch of your skin, every mole, every scar, marking you for all to know you were his.

“Chris.”

“You’re so beautiful, love.” He lowered himself to place a kiss on your right ankle. “So, so beautiful.” Too slowly to your liking, he left a trail of kisses going from your ankle, to your knee, to your thigh, taking a moment to bite on your flesh.

With every brush of his lips, you felt yourself getting wetter, needing him desperately to give you more. “Please, Chris.”

“Hm?” He hummed against your stomach, taking his sweet time exploring your body before finally reaching your lips, capturing your mouth with his. “So precious.”

You were slowly melting under his touches, with his every kiss, with his every word, there was no escape from your feelings, no deny from how deeply you fell for this man. You plunged your fingers through his soft locks, pulling gently as you moaned into the kiss, wanting desperately to feel all of him.

Without breaking the kiss, he slid one hand between your bodies, fingers gently brushing your clothed center. Chris growled in satisfaction, realizing just how wet you were just for him when he had barely touched you.

“I wonder who got you so wet, precious.” He smirked against your lips, smug as hell.

Just out of spite, when really it was obvious, you tug at his hair. “Clearly not you.”

“Hmm.” He hummed, the press of his fingers firmer now, shutting you up completely with this simple move. You bit on your lips to stop yourself from moaning but he saw through you. “Nice try.”

Chris’s lips slid to press a kiss to your throat, licking on your skin, marking you while his hand pushed your panties aside and slipped a finger inside with ease.

“Chris.” You moaned, slowly losing yourself. “Please.” No matter how much you wanted to play coy, you couldn’t. Not when his lips were devouring every inch of your skin and especially not when he added another finger inside you, making you moan louder and clench around him.

“So responsive.” He cooed at you, admiring how your body reacted to him. Admiring how red your skin got with all his bites. Admiring how beautiful and lost you looked under him. Sliding down your body, he left some more marks.

Chris took the last piece of cloth from you before settling between your legs. He took a moment to admire his meal.

“Mine.” He growled.

The first lick of his tongue made you lose it, your body on fire. You threw your head back, hands gripping tightly the sheets, needing something to hold onto. Chris feasted on you like a starved man, and maybe he was after denying himself for so long. With every kiss, with every flick of his tongue, with every groan of satisfaction he made, you felt the pressure building more and more.

“I think I can die in peace now.” Chris admitted which made you glance at him. The sight of him alone almost made you come. His eyes, darker than you ever saw, staring back at you, his pretty lips covered with your juices.

“Don’t you dare.” You managed to say in your dizziness.

“Or what?” He dared you while he pushed two fingers inside of you, silencing you so easily. There was nothing you could say, mind going blank as he worked so nicely on you, with his lips, tongue and fingers. A dance that he knew would end you in a matter of seconds if he kept this rhythm.

“Chris! Please, please, please.” You begged, desperate as your sweet release was so close you could almost touch it. And Chris being the perfect lover let you have it, bringing you over the edge.

Breathless and light-headed, you kept your eyes shut, giving yourself a second to recover. And yet, you felt Chris’s lips on your thigh and on your stomach and then on your lips, letting you taste yourself. You wrapped your legs around his waist, crushing his body against yours, feeling how hard he was. You needed him inside right now.

“I need you.” You breathed against his lips.

“Badly?” He teased, knowing damn well how badly you wanted him.

It amazed how much self-control Chris had. No matter how much he took care of you, it was all about you and your pleasure, not minding his own needs. No, he wanted you to know just how much he cared, just how much he loved and was willing to give if it meant you would stay. If it meant you loved him back. You could ask him to set the world on fire and he would do it. No question asked.

“So fucking badly.” You admitted

Chris kissed the tip of your nose, glowing with satisfaction. “Good girl.”

Chris pulled back only to guide his cock to you, coating himself in your wetness, brushing teasing your clit – you arched your back, the contact sending shivers through your whole body.

“Don’t tease.” You begged, your head filled with nothing else but him and the need to feel him inside you.

Just like everything Chris did, he took his time, slowly pushing inside you, filling you to the brim. He stilled, letting you to adjust to the fullness, to him. He hovered over you and peppered your face with sweet kisses, distracting himself from the urge to just completely let go and ruin you.

“M-move, please.” You whispered; voice shaky as you were feeling particularly overwhelmed.

And he didn’t need to be asked twice.

Chris pulled back just as slowly as he started, only to push back with much more, controlled, strength, making you arch toward him to take more of him.

No words could describe how good and full and loved you felt. You curled your arms around him and found his mouth, letting him swallow your pretty moans and whimpers. You moved together, letting all your pent-desires out.

With every whimper, it pushed Chris into rocking harder, deeper into you, hitting all the sweet spots that made you curl your toes and whisper his name like a mantra. He could tell by how hard you were clenching around him that you were close, so was he.

Until, in a brief moment of lucidity, you cupped his face, your grip gentle but firm – he completely stilled. Chris furrowed his brows in worry, scared that he had hurt you. But nothing could have prepared him for the words that left your mouth. Words that shattered what was left of his sanity.

“I love you.”

His own response was on the tip of his tongue, but lost in his own feelings, no words left his mouth. He buried his head deep into your neck, cursing silently as he resumed his thrusts. Slow but deeper and so delicious.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He cursed into your skin.

One particularly strong push was all it took to make you convulse around him; mouth opened in a silent cry. Chris didn’t stop, fucking you through your orgasm, admiring what was his, admiring the beauty under him. It was the memory of your words that made him come.

He rested his head against your chest, sweating, panting, shaking at the power of his own release. You played with his curls, watching him fondly, your heart pounding hard against your ribs.

“By the way,” He finally said and peaked at you, a sheepish smile forming on his beautiful face. “I love you too.”

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It became common knowledge that you barging into a meeting was perfectly normal and a habit of yours. So when you barged into another meeting, uninvited, nobody even blinked. You, on the other hand, paused. It wasn’t your intention to interrupt, in fact, you were simply looking for Chris, knowing very well that if he wasn’t nowhere to be found, then he was definitely in his office. However, he wasn’t alone. You expected to see all of his friends, since it was a meeting, but no, only Minho, Jisung and Felix were attending.

“I want to say I’m sorry but then I’d be lying, so.” You smiled sheepishly at them. “Hi?”

Jisung shook his head but fondness was written all over it. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

“Well,” Maybe you could have done something about it, but you didn’t really want to. You took seat on the empty chair beside Felix, softly nudging him as a greeting. “Should have invited me in the first place.”

“Sorry if we forgot about you, your highness,” Minho being the sarcastic self, couldn’t stop himself.

“You’re excused.” You cut him and stuck your tongue. Yes, very adult of you.

Minho’s gaze slid to Chris, “Can I kill her now?”

You blew him a kiss, unfazed. Wouldn’t be Minho if he didn’t threaten you at least once a week.

“Still a no.” Then he looked at you, “You’re right on time.”

You tilted your head, surprised. “I am?”

“She is?” Jisung apparently wasn’t aware either.

Then it came back to you, the conversation you had with Chris last night about how you needed his help to be courageous.

Your mood turned sour.

It had been a week since they had told you the truth. A week spent mainly with Chris, letting him take care of you. Telling him stories about your life, about your escape and taste of freedom. You told him more about your mom and your regrets. A week you also spent with Soojin, discovering new sides of her thanks to her interaction with the others. Turned out, she was just as stubborn as her cousin and was probably even more reckless than you. But she was still Soojin, the same young woman that you had befriended.

But it was also a week you had spent avoiding the moment you would need to be faced with another truth. With shaky hands, you grabbed the usb-stick you had been carrying with you for the past few days, hoping to find the courage to give it to them.

You took a deep breath and put the usb on the table – all eyes on it.

Felix was the first to react, having a hunch of what it was. But definitely not the content. “So you did find something in his office back then.”

“Yeah.” Your voice cracked. You slapped yourself mentally for still being so emotional.

“What’s on it?” Jisung asked, reaching for it, ready to connect it to his computer.

“Before you check it, I need to tell you something.” You hesitated. There was no way they would accept your request that would go against their hatred, but you still hoped. “I don’t want him dead.”

They exchanged glances, taken aback.

“I thought about it. And honestly, death is too easy. I want him to suffer and regret and lose everything. I want him locked up for the rest of his miserable life.” You admitted. Feeling more confident with the wave of anger, you looked at them.

“Y/N, we’re not really in good terms with the feds, you know.” Jisung explained.

“What’s on the usb, Y/N?” Felix asked instead. His friends glanced at him, stunned that he would consider your request even for a second.

“Turns out my father isn’t only a piece of shit, control freak and greedy human. He’s also a psycho. This,” You pointed at the usb, “Is the proof you need to lock him up. He filmed himself torturing and killing my mom.”

Chris felt his heart breaking once more. He wanted to pull you in his arms and comfort you, but he figured it was not the place and not the right moment – you saw his silent struggle and gave him a weak but reassuring smile.

“Let him rot.”

▾▾▾

If most of them were indeed not in good terms with the feds, it wasn’t Hyunjin’s case. Were you surprised? Not even for a second. This man could charm anybody, there was no possible resistance to his charms and to his skills. He knew how to manipulate people without them even realizing he was using them like puppets. Impressive, wasn’t he?

Hyunjin, the moment he found out about your request, accepted right away which did take you off guard. While the others needed some more convincing, as in to watch the video to understand how much you needed this revenge, he didn’t ask. You appreciated it and promised to never forget his willingness to help you. Or his words. “You’re family. Of course, I’m in.”

Which brought you to two months later, resting on the couch of the living room at Chris’s house by the beach. You adored their main residence, but this house had such a soothing and magical effect on you, you begged Chris to spend some time here. His resistance held for approximatively five minutes, and you were being generous. All it took was a gentle tug on his earlobe with your teeth and he was a goner.

During those two months, they were all incredibly active. Instead of going straight to the feds, like you would have thought, they asked you for some more time and you saw no reason to refuse. Chris and Minho had their own idea of revenge and if they couldn’t kill your father, then at least, they wanted him completely ruined. They wanted him to watch his tiny kingdom fall and burn. You could relate to this wish.

With Felix’s help, Jisung easily managed to find the spy among them, luring him out in a matter of days. With the spy out of picture, it became much easier to trick your father. Felix used the spy’s phone, sending false information about their plans. Overconfident, your father believed every word – a mistake that cost him. He lost all his businesses, one by one, along with his allies. Even Kang, who, as soon as he realized what was going on, cut him off.

To say that watching your father’s demise was satisfying would be the understatement of the century. There was finally some justice, if not for you, it was justice for your mom. You wished she could have seen it. You wished she could have celebrated it with you. You wished she could have seen you and your new family. But since she couldn’t, you did it for her. TV on, you watched the news with a glass of red wine, your pajamas on, your hair tied messily, you were fully relaxed. The journalist was narrating the story; about a tip the feds had received which helped them to arrest a criminal that had been on their list for years.

“You’re welcome.”

▾▾▾

Chris, despite agreeing to spend some more time at his house by the beach, had to go back and forth between this house and his company, to deal with some urgent matters. You understood and didn’t mind that much. Moreover, you were never really alone. If Chris was away, someone else would keep you company. Sometimes it would be Felix and you would spend the day either walking down the beach and talk, or cooking. Sometimes it would be Jisung and you would binge-watch some TV shows. Sometimes it would be Minho and Soojin – the messiest company ever but you enjoyed it nevertheless.

You woke up to the first ring of your alarm, smashing the stop button. Chris groaned beside you and pressed his head against your back without waking up. You smiled to yourself. He came back in the middle of the night, trying not to wake you up – you cracked one eye open, gave him a sweet kiss and went back to sleep in his arms. The best feeling ever.

This morning, however, you had plans. Plans that didn’t involve Chris. You slipped from his arms as quietly as you could, hoping he wouldn’t wake up. He didn’t. He frowned in his sleep, probably realizing in his sleep that something was missing. You couldn’t resist the urge to kiss the tip of his nose in fondness before leaving the room.

It was still dark outside but it wouldn’t last for long according to your phone; the sun was about to rise. You quickly gathered everything you needed; a warm hoodie that you of course stole from Chris, a warm scarf because the early mornings were particularly fresh and windy. And last but not least; a piece of paper that took you days to write on.

You took the stairs that led straight to the beach. You didn’t go far; it wasn’t your intention anyway. You approached the sea as close as you could without getting your clothes wet. You sat on the sand and for a short moment simply looked at the horizon. The first ray of sun were showing, reflecting on the water, reminding you of your very first time here with Chris. It was still as perfect as in your memory and would not be the last.

But as the sun was slowing showing up, there was still something you wanted to do. You took the piece of paper from your pocket, your hands shaky, your heart aching in your chest. You knew it was time to say goodbye, but it was harder than you hoped.

It was now or never. You unfolded the piece of paper, took a deep breath and started reading out loud, letting the wind carrying your words to some unknown place.

“Dear mom,

When I was a little girl, I remember you telling me to be brave. Recently, I found out that it’s not an easy task. But because of your words, I kept pushing and today here I am. There are so many things I wish to say, so much I want to share, and the only way I could think of was to write, hoping that those words could reach you one way or another.

I’m not sure where to start, but I guess I should start from where we left last year and the last time, I saw your face. My escape did not go well, I’m sure you knew it then or maybe you hoped that your plan (which I found out about only recently) would work. Dad let me believe for four months that I had escaped for good. Four months of freedom. Fake freedom. It felt nice, I was happy and made few friends. But as I said, it was a fake freedom and the moment dad needed me back he sent Ren. Turns out Ren’s real name is Felix, but I guess you know it already. For someone who was a spy and played pretend, he sure did a good job. I shouldn’t be surprised that he took his job so seriously, but going to the extent of killing an innocent…That’s impressive I guess, the devotion to his job. Sadly, it made me hate him so much. When he brought me back to dad, things got ugly. I..I don’t think I need to tell you how it went, I’m sure you went through it many times yourself, so I’ll skip this part and go straight to the main point and where my life changed. For the good.

Few months ago, I found out what dad had in store for me, making me realize that I needed to escape and never let him find me again. Without knowing your story, I followed your path that led me straight to Chris. It’s a tad ironical, don’t you think? You made a deal with him and so did I. No doubt, I’m your daughter. But what I didn’t know back then was that this deal would turn my life upside down. Not only because I would finally be free of dad, but because I found something I didn’t know I needed. A family. People, I know I can rely on. People that would watch my back. Chris gave it to me. I bet, when he agreed to my deal, he didn’t expect it to turn out like this too.

But, do we regret it? No. Not at all. I’d say it was meant to be.

I need you to know that your efforts were not in vain. Dad is rotting in jail. His business - well let’s just say Chris dealt with it. But even more importantly, I want you to know that I am free. I am happy. I am loved. I have a family that I would die for. And I love just as fiercely as you have loved me.

My life begins right now.

Thank you for it, mom. Thank you for everything. You can rest now. And be happy.

I love you.

-from your selfish daughter.”

By the time you finished reading the letter, tears were rolling down your cheeks. Goodbyes were never your forte, still wasn’t. But you needed it. You needed to let her know that you were now happy and free and in love. You needed her to know that she didn’t need to worry for you anymore.

You pulled a lighter from your pocket, hesitated for a moment as you brought it to the corner of your letter.

“Goodbye mom.” You whispered. You watched as the paper caught fire, easily, burning slowly in your hand. Flames devouring your words, devouring your emotions.

A gentle breeze caressed your skin and blew the ashes of your letter towards the sea. You watched it in silence, the sun no longer hiding on the horizon. It was the beginning of another good day.

You felt Chris’s presence before you could hear or see him. Despite your attempt at not waking him up, he still did. The moment he realized where you were heading, he followed your steps but leaving space between you two. He watched you from afar, guessing what you were doing. The moment you started reading the letter, he left – it wasn’t right for him to eavesdrop and he guessed a nice coffee to sooth your heart would be a good idea.

Chris pushed the cup of coffee right under your nose, letting the strong scent hit your nose.

“Mmh.” You hummed in satisfaction. “Exactly what I needed.”

“I know.” He smiled. Just like the first day at the beach, he sat behind you, spread his legs and pulled you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you and letting his warmth envelop you. He placed a soft kiss to your hair. “Feeling better?”

“Much, much better.”

Freedom had the best taste.

Coffee, sunrise and love.

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eclecticlanie · 4 years ago

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Child Spirit claps back!

OK! SOOOO. A little back story first. I left my first husband 10 years ago. I left EVERYTHING with him except my daughter. I use to write novels (never published), songs, poems, draw all sorts of artwork, and my clothes were my life (I was particular about my fashion choices). I left everything: books, original artworks, basically my soul and identity. When I left I did not write or do any art ever again. I had to focus on being a first time mother, go to work full time, and school full time. I had a new identity that left no time or room for who I was from that day forward.

My Hubs (2nd husband) produces Drum and Bass music and has since he was a teen. I support and help him as much as I can doing whatever I can (singing, speaking, picking out sounds, synths, etc; telling him to remove certain things that don’t work well, so on so forth). He has always taken music seriously and wanted to go much further than he has with it in the past but has held himself back due to fears of being in public eyes and what the media could do to him. Understandable.

We decided recently to go for it-to take this to the next level if we could. In this process, Hubs decides I need to unpack that 10 years of exiling my talents. He bought me a notebook and now hounds me to speak to him so he can write or have me write my own songs and poems again. I say hounds but really he is trying to inspire me and find me a muse, there is no true negative connotation on it. I am just naturally pessimistic. Hubs is most definitely an optimist and before anyone asks, yes, sometimes it makes me sick (figuratively). In reality we balance each other extremely well. I never have had a more healthy relationship with anyone other than my mother in my life with the exception being Hubs. He is my everything, next to our kids.

So that brings us to today. We, Hubs and I, are in the kitchen. I am cooking ground beef to make tacos on the stove. We were talking about how I don’t like my voice on recording but I do like it raw and natural and how I don’t understand why I feel I sound different on recording versus not recording. I then decide we need to discuss what we want to change and not to change if we happen to go next level with this music endeavor. As I leave the stove and go into the fridge (literally the fridge is next to the stove so it is only one step away) to make a glass of soda, I ask, “If we do go next level what do we want to stay the same and what do we want to have change?”

I turn around with the soda bottle in hand to go to the counter where my glass is waiting and Hubs is standing. I see a child standing next to him that isn’t mine with sandy brown or sandy blonde hair down to its cheeks. I’m not entirely sure which would better describe the kids hair. I assume it’s a non-binary child right off the bat. This child scares the shit out of me. It was not there prior to this moment. I never have seen this child before in my life and it is standing next to Hubs. I let out a short loud scream upon seeing this child and at this exact moment the child swings it’s hand and hits my Hubs glass of soda out of his own hands. The glass went up then hit the floor. It did not shatter, break, or crack. It was in one piece. Soda was on my upper and lower cabinets, on the floor and the side of the stove. The child was gone. Vanished.

“What was that?” Hubs looked at me.

“I don’t know why i screamed like that.” I tried to rationalize with myself, “It was a child.”

I pour myself a glass of soda and go back to cooking. Hubs and I discuss what just happened and didn’t continue the previous conversation we were trying to have about our possible future. We agree to invite the ghost upstairs to have a conversation via tarot after we eat dinner. Tacos took maybe another 3 minutes to cook and construct. We ate at the stove and the kids ate at the dining table. So a whole ten minutes maybe passed before we ran upstairs and grabbed my Nightmare Before Christmas Tarot Deck, pendulum, and pendulum board.

I’m sitting on the bed and my back is killing me. This spirit is sucking my energy to stay present so I can receive it’s message. I start shuffling and right out of the gate cards are spilling.

The first five:

1. XIX The Sun:

Directly from the guidebook:

“When cloudy skies pass, the sun comes out, shining warmth and happiness on everyone’s lives. The excitement, renewed energy, and joy Jack experiences when he discovers Christmas Town perfectly embody the energy of the Sun tarot card.

Upright: If you’ve been sad or troubled lately, the Sun is a sign you’re about to feel a very positive shift in your life. Use this rejuvenating energy to reconnect with good friends and enjoy yourself. There’s so much enthusiasm in this tarot card. It signifies a powerful time for inspired brainstorming.”

Interpretation: I believe this represents both the child I seen and the situation. The child had no ill or negative feeling. It was a joyful and happy child. As for the situation, the Sun is calling me out on how I’m very negative and down on myself and that positive things are happening in my life. I need to start removing myself from being pessimistic and join ‘Team Optimistic’ by following through and doing as my Hubs has been pushing me to do.

2. XVIII The Moon (Reversed):

Directly from the guidebook:

“Moonlight illuminates Jack in the graveyard as he reflects on his feelings. The moon represents a great lament, the subconscious, and intuition.”

“Reversed: In order to move forward, you need to be honest about your feelings, with yourself and others. Expressing yourself will life a weight off your chest and get you out of a melancholy headspace. The Sun is about to come out, and a new day will bring new possibilities.”

Interpretation: I was in the process of expressing my feelings on my voice right before the glass was thrown. I was being negative and hurtful to myself. The child did not like it and that is why they hit the glass to gain attention and to give me this message thus “the sun is about to come out”. I will be enlightened by the other side as to their feelings rather than focus on my own.

3. X of Needles:

Directly from the guidebook:

“Upright: X of Needles indicates something is coming to a painful ending. Whether this refers to a friendship, relationship, project, or job, you may be left with heavy emotions. Give yourself time to grieve, but trust that it’s for the best. Fresh beginnings are ahead!”

Interpretation: The 10 years I am unpacking is the means to an end. The hurt will end. I’ve hurt myself enough. My talents no longer need to be buried and not used. They are valid and need to be expressed. They will bleed and feel rushed because the flood gates are now open.

4. Queen of Needles:

Directly from the guidebook:

“Upright: The Queen of Needles is intelligent, intellectual, and sensible. She takes time to make up her own mind and isn’t easily swayed by trends, fads, or popular opinion. Fair and practical, the Queen of Needles shouldn’t be underestimated. This card is a call to remember how strong you really are.”

Interpretation: The child is

5. III of Needles (Reversed):

Directly from the guidebook:

“Reversed: III of Needles reversed symbolizes coming to terms with the past It’s time to pluck the needles out of your heart, and let it heal. Nurse your wounds and go forward.”

Interpretation: I need to let myself move forward and not punish myself. I need to allow my gifts to thrive and be of use in my life.

I decided to use the Pendulum board a little bit to confirm everything I had seen. I asked the spirit if I was correct with the sandy brown-blonde hair color. The pendulum swung ‘yes’. I continued, “Definitely not a red head then.” The crystal swung ‘no.’ “Is there more you want to tell me?” ‘Yes.’ I picked up the cards and started shuffling again. Five more cards popped out.

6. IX The Hermit:

Directly from the guidebook:

“The Hermit is a thoughtful, introverted figure who likes to spend his time ruminating alone--like the Creature Under the Stairs.

Upright: Now’s the time to get inspired by example and withdraw for some quiet alone time. The Hermit calls for reflection, so do a bit of soul-searching. Consider your current position, goals, and dreams. Remember your past, and learn from it so you can bring those lessons with you into a successful future.”

Interpretation: The child wants me to really look deep into myself and accept who I am.

7. III The Empress (Reversed):

Directly from the guidebook:

“The Empress is a maternal, nurturing figure who enjoys self-indulgence and life’s creature comforts. Our Empress is the Corpse Mom, who is often seen leading her child on a leash.”

“Reversed: Are you being too hard on yourself? You may have been feeling self-critical lately, but beating yourself up about perceived failures and flaws won’t help. Be patient, and give yourself room to make mistakes--they’re learning opportunities.”

Interpretation: I couldn’t have interpreted this card any other way than as they described. I needed to stop bullying myself. The child seemed very adamant with this message.

8. IX of Needles (Reversed):

Directly from the guidebook:

“Reversed: Has your confidence been dealt a blow recently? If you’re feeling low, you may be your own biggest bully. Start focusing on your positive qualities instead of fixating on your perceived negative ones. A shift in perspective is what’s needed to get you out of despair.”

Interpretation: Again, I couldn’t have interpreted this card any differently. I need to get my head out of my ass.

9. VI of Needles:

Directly from the guidebook:

“VI of Needles usually indicates you’ve been through a difficult time. Have you recently been in conflict with someone or experienced an unexpected setback? It’s time to pick up the pieces and get on track again.”

Interpretation: I need to make peace with myself, pick up the pieces I left behind and put them where they belong in my life-not outside of it.

10. Queen of Candles (Reversed):

Directly from the guidebook:

“Reversed: The reversed Queen of Candles lacks self-confidence. Have you been giving too much attention to the opinions of others? Don’t stifle your ideas and lose your voice. Make time for a bit of soul-searching, and express yourself. Don’t worry what others may think. You have so much to offer!”

Interpretation: Another hard one! All jokes aside, this child couldn’t have been more direct. I need to keep my opinion on myself out of the picture. I need to use my voice-literally. I need to see the value in me and gain confidence.

I then started telling the spirit I really understood the first time around about their message. Hubs is half laughing at me that I got called out by a child ghost. I continue to state out loud that I understand I need to be nicer to myself and use my talents with the focus of the future in mind. I also state that my back is really starting to kill me and that i would like it to leave if it had nothing more to say. I start shuffling and what do you know... Five more cards...

11. XIIII Death (Reversed):

Directly from the guidebook:

“Death is often a feared tarot card, but that’s just because its misunderstood. It’s a card of transformation and transition-beginnings and endings. Like the creaky, old gates in Halloween Town’s cemetery, the Death tarot card is a spooky symbol of change and transformation.”

“Reversed: Are you putting off a life-changing decision? Resisting change is impossible and will only cause harm in the long run. Letting go of the familiar can be tough, but trust that accepting transition will make way for positive, fresh beginnings.”

Interpretation: Clearly a change is coming. Whether it be my attitude about myself or how I manage my mental health? Only time will tell.

12. IV of Needles (Reversed):

Directly from the guidebook:

“Reversed: Here, the restful energy of the IV of Needles card becomes static. Are you feeling stuck? Have you reached a plateau? It’s important to shake yourself out of your routine. When you take a different perspective, you’ll see you have all kinds of opportunities around you.”

Interpretation: I need to look outside of the box when I think about myself.

13. XIV Temperance (Reversed):

Directly from the guidebook:

“Like pouring magical potions into a cauldron, Temperance represents the act of combining different elements together in perfect harmony.”

“Reversed: If life is feeling hectic, it’s time to bring things back into balance. Pay attention to areas of your life that may be a little neglected. The recipe for success requires a pinch of self-reflection and a dash of Temperance. stir thoroughly, and enjoy.”

Interpretation: I need to balance my negativity with positivity.

14. IV of Candles:

Directly from the guidebook:

“IV of Candles represents celebration. People are recognizing your accomplishments! You’re feeling stable, secure, and comfortable. Be proud of yourself and enjoy the attention, but remember there is still work to be done when the party’s over.”

Interpretation: Although, at our current status as a family, we are successful and doing decent for ourselves but, individually, we can always work and build our characters.

15. III of Presents (Reversed):

Directly from the guidebook:

“Reversed: Reversed, III of Presents represents an imbalance within a professional or financial collaboration. If you’re working with others on a project, make sure everyone’s doing their part. Disaster strikes when things become inequitable. Prioritizing teamwork will get you where you want to go.”

Interpretation: I need to be more open about my thoughts, opinions, hopes, fears, etc towards Hubs on this new adventure.

With this I felt a lot of my back pain let up. I started to slip the cards back into the deck and shuffle them again just to give them an after reading cleanse. Hubs randomly states he was thinking about splurging on a cyber whip rave toy and then another two cards popped out.

16. XX Judgement:

Directly from guidebook:

“We all have pivotal decisions to make in our lives. Will yours land you on the naughty list or the nice list?

Upright: Now isn’t the time to be hasty and impulsive. Consider your actions and choices carefully, and take time to think things through. Remember that all actions have reactions. Be sensible, and stay true to your conscience.”

Interpretation: The Childs leaving statement is to be mindful as well as ‘you do you’. Apparently, Party time is not on its list of things to do. I may have taken this a little condescendingly. This ghost doesn’t like to have fun.

17. IV of Presents (Reversed):

Directly from the guidebook:

“Reversed: Is your relationship with money healthy? Is it getting you where you want to go? If not, it may be time to look over your budget and reevaluate your priorities. Make sure you’re not spending frivolously if your cash flow can’t support it right now.”

Interpretation: The spirit child was telling us to maybe not go out and buy a light up whip to dance with. No parties for you! Well... In our house, raves will persevere! GLOW STICKS OUT! RAVE ON!

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