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A Heartbeat Between Us IX

Summary:

In the wake of Y.N's departure, Aemond wallows in his heartbreak until a surprising person comes to his aid and as certain revelations come to light Aemond is determined to fight for his relationship and show Y.N how much he loves her.

Warning(s): Angst, Drama, Fluff, Tension, Swearing, Idiocy, Revelations, Memories, Kissing, Smut, Fingering, Oral Sex, P in V.

AEMOND x Y.N

Word Count: 7340

A.N - Most of the story is already written, as I start a new job on Saturday :-)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

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The days that followed Y.N.’s departure blurred into an agonizing haze for Aemond. He spent most of his time on the sofa, whiskey bottle in hand, sinking deeper into despair.

The once pristine penthouse was now littered with empty bottles, discarded clothes, and half-eaten food. He hadn't showered, hadn't gone to work. He was lost in his grief, his regret festering with every passing hour.

He lay face down on the sofa, the leather cold against his skin as the weight of everything bore down on him. His thoughts spiralled as the familiar sting of tears pricked his eye again.

The door creaked open, but he didn’t bother to move. He assumed it was some kind of hallucination, a product of his misery coming to taunt him.

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder, warm and solid. Startled, he turned his head and blinked up at the figure standing beside him.

It was Aegon.

Without a word, Aegon knelt down beside him and wrapped his arms around Aemond’s trembling body, pulling him into a tight, protective embrace.

Aemond’s resolve crumbled completely. The sobs he had been trying to suppress for days burst out, raw and broken, as he clung to his brother like a lifeline.

Aegon held him firmly, his hand gently running over the back of Aemond’s head, hushing him softly. "It’s okay," he whispered. "Just let it out, Aemond. I’ve got you."

Aemond's words were barely coherent through the tears. "How-how did you know?" he choked out, his voice thick with sorrow.

Aegon sighed softly, still holding him. "Y.N”

Aemond pulled back slightly, his swollen eye searching his brother’s face. "Is she with you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, desperate for any hint of hope.

Aegon shook his head, his expression soft with sympathy. "No, she’s not. She called and asked me to come check on you”

“D-Do you know where she is?” asked Aemond.

“No. She didn’t tell me where she is. She just-wanted to make sure you were okay."

Aemond’s heart twisted painfully in his chest. She hadn’t abandoned him completely—she still cared enough to send Aegon.

But the uncertainty of where she was, whether she’d ever come back, gnawed at him like a festering wound.

"I’ve lost her, Aegon," he whispered, his voice broken. "I’ve lost everything."

Aegon looked at him with a mix of sadness and frustration. "You haven’t lost everything. You’ve still got a chance to fix this, but not if you keep drowning yourself in booze." He glanced around the messy penthouse and sighed. "You need to pull yourself together, brother."

Aemond shook his head, tears spilling down his face again. "I don’t know if I can. I pushed her away. I let Alys-I let her ruin everything."

Aegon tightened his grip on his shoulder. "You made a mistake. But you don’t get to give up now. Not on her, not on Jack." His voice softened, filled with an unusual tenderness. "She loves you, Aemond. I’ve seen it. And you love her. So, fight for her. Fight for your family."

Aemond swallowed hard, his hands trembling as he tried to wipe the tears from his face. He was a mess, broken beyond recognition.

But Aegon’s words pierced through the fog of despair just enough to remind him of what he still had—a chance, however small, to make things right.

"Where do I even start?" Aemond whispered, more to himself than to Aegon.

Aegon gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Start by cleaning yourself up. Get back on your feet. And when she’s ready to listen, you tell her everything. You show her how much she means to you. But first, you need to be the man she fell in love with—not this."

Aemond nodded weakly, the weight of his guilt and sorrow still heavy on his chest, but for the first time in days, a faint glimmer of hope flickered inside him.

He wasn’t ready to give up on Y.N. Not yet.

After days of wallowing in self-pity, Aemond finally stood up, determined to clean himself up—both literally and figuratively.

The penthouse was a disaster, a reflection of his inner turmoil. Empty bottles, crumpled clothes, and discarded takeout containers were strewn everywhere.

He started with the mess. Collecting the bottles, he threw them into the recycling bin, tidied up the living room, and straightened the cushions on the sofa.

With each action, he felt a sliver of control returning, a faint hope that he could fix not just the penthouse but his life, too. When the living space was back in order, he made his way to the bathroom.

A long shower followed, steam filling the room as he stood beneath the hot water. Afterward, he shaved, carefully watching his own reflection in the mirror.

His face, now clean-shaven, still bore the marks of sleepless nights and too much drinking, but it was a start. He dressed in a crisp suit, as if putting on armour, preparing for the day ahead.

The next morning, Aemond arrived at the office, trying to compose himself. He sat in his chair, hands on the desk, staring blankly at the papers in front of him when the door opened.

Rhaenyra walked in, her presence commanding the room immediately. She shut the door behind her and gave him a stern look, arms crossed.

"Where have you been, Aemond?" she asked, her tone sharp. "You’ve missed the last few days without a word."

Aemond sighed, running a hand through his freshly washed hair. "Y.N. left me," he admitted, his voice quiet but heavy with pain. "She took Jack and I didn’t take it well."

Rhaenyra’s expression softened slightly. "Does this have anything to do with Alys?" she asked, and Aemond’s head snapped up in surprise.

"How do you know about that?"

"I overheard Larys arguing with her. I’m sure you’re not surprised, considering how intertwined our businesses can be."

Aemond frowned, leaning forward. "What was said?"

Rhaenyra sat down across from him. "Larys wasn’t too happy with her vendetta against you. Apparently, he warned her off a while ago. When she wouldn’t back off, he cut ties with her."

Aemond’s expression darkened. "She told me she parted ways with Larys to pursue her own career."

Rhaenyra scoffed. "Not exactly. She was trying to go it alone because Larys ended their partnership. He didn’t want her personal issues interfering with his deals, especially with Targaryen Inc."

Aemond felt a deep pang of humiliation. "I feel like a fool. I even recommended clients to her."

Rhaenyra gave him a pointed look. "It’s a shame then that the clients you recommended had contracts signed with Targaryen Inc, not with Alys’s company."

Aemond blinked. "How?"

"It was a mix-up with one of the assistants. They handed over the wrong contracts for the clients to sign. A total misunderstanding, of course. The assistant has been reprimanded, but the contracts remain valid."

Aemond shook his head. "So, I’ve been recommending clients to her, but they’re still contracted with us."

"Exactly. But you need to cut ties with Alys—completely. She’s not going to be happy when she realizes those clients aren’t really hers."

Aemond nodded, rubbing a hand over his face. "I’m done with her. I should’ve been done with her the moment she reached out. I was trying to right a wrong, but all I did was make things worse."

Rhaenyra regarded him thoughtfully. "Don’t be too hard on yourself, Aemond. Any man who tries to fix his mistakes isn’t a total fool."

Aemond scoffed. "Well, I sure feel like one. It’s cost me Y.N. and Jack."

Rhaenyra smiled faintly. "Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that. Y.N. is entitled to feel angry and hurt, but it’s because she loves you. I could tell by the way she talked about you."

Aemond furrowed his brow, hope flickering in his chest. "Wait-how do you know?"

Rhaenyra slid a piece of card across the desk toward him. Aemond picked it up, staring at the address written on it.

"What is this?" he asked, his voice wavering.

"It’s where Y.N. and Jack are staying."

Aemond’s heart pounded. "I didn’t know where she was," he said quietly, almost in disbelief.

"That’s why Y.N. came to me," Rhaenyra explained. "She needed some time away to think things through. She just needed space."

Aemond met Rhaenyra’s eyes, his voice softer now. "Why are you helping me? We haven’t always been close."

Rhaenyra’s smile was gentle, almost wistful. "No, we haven’t. But we’re family, Aemond. And perhaps if things had gone differently in the past, we would’ve been closer. Nothing can make up for the loss of your eye, but maybe this is a start."

Aemond watched her rise from her chair, and as she reached the door, he called out, curiosity tugging at him.

“The assistant that mixed up the contracts-who was it?"

Rhaenyra smiled as she turned back to him, amusement in her eyes. "It was Jacaerys." With that, she left the office, leaving Aemond to stare after her, the card still clutched in his hand.

He looked down at the address, hope swelling in his chest once again. Maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance to fix everything.

Aemond stepped into the elevator, the metallic doors sliding shut behind him with a soft ping. He glanced up and froze when he saw Jacaerys standing at the far end of the lift.

For a few long seconds, silence stretched between them, thick and awkward.

Aemond cleared his throat, breaking the tension. "Rhaenyra told me what happened with the contracts for Alys."

Jace shifted slightly, crossing his arms. "Yeah, unfortunate mistake," he said casually, though the underlying meaning wasn’t lost on either of them. "Guess I wasn’t paying enough attention."

Aemond's gaze sharpened, and he turned to face Jace fully. "Why did you do it?"

Jacaerys sighed, his eyes fixed on the floor before he met Aemond’s one-eyed stare. "My mother wasn’t the only one to overhear Larys and Alys arguing, I heard what she said about wanting to get back at you-”

Aemond was taken aback. He hadn't expected Jace to get involved in this, not after everything between them. "But-you hate me," Aemond said slowly, narrowing his eyes.

Jace shook his head. "I don’t hate you, Aemond. I just really dislike you." A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, and Aemond huffed a quiet, surprised laugh. "There’s a slight difference."

Aemond looked down, almost disbelieving at this turn of events. He hadn’t expected Jacaerys of all people to interfere in a way that helped him. "Thank you."

Jace shrugged, his tone dismissive. "I didn’t do it for you. I did it for Y.N." He paused, his voice softening slightly. "I thought that she was the love of my life. But I’m not hers. You are"

The elevator doors pinged open at the ground floor, revealing the lobby ahead.

Aemond stood there, stunned, processing Jace’s words. He blinked, still finding it hard to believe.

"Even after everything that’s happened?" Aemond asked, his voice low.

Jace gave a small, encouraging nod. "Yes. Even after everything." He met Aemond’s eye seriously before jerking his head toward the exit. "Now stop wasting time talking to me and go get your girl."

Aemond nodded, gratitude bubbling up inside him as he stepped out of the lift. "Thanks again."

Jace smirked and called out after him, "Let’s not make a habit out of this."

As the elevator doors slid shut behind him, Aemond felt a spark of hope ignite in his chest.

The world seemed a little brighter, and for the first time in days, the path ahead didn’t feel so uncertain.

Jace's words echoed in his mind, propelling him forward. It was time to fix what he had broken, he just needed to figure out how.

Aemond stood in front of the modest block of flats, feeling a lump form in his throat as he stared up at the building. This was the address Rhaenyra had given him.

He clutched a bouquet of pink roses tightly in his hand, trying to steel his nerves.

Before he could gather his thoughts, the blare of his car horn startled him. He whipped around to see Aegon leaning out the window, impatient.

"Come the fuck on, Aemond! Get up there, I’m bored of waiting," Aegon called out.

Aemond snapped, "It’s been five minutes!"

"More like five years with how slow you’re moving. Just get up there, and text me if she agrees or not." Aegon flicked through the car’s radio as if this was just another one of his casual outings.

With a huff, Aemond turned back to the building and walked through the entrance, leaving Aegon to amuse himself.

Inside, the place was quiet, starkly different from his sleek penthouse or even Y.N.’s old apartment. This was simpler, more modest.

He called for the lift, his heart pounding as it carried him to the fifth floor. He stepped out, taking slow strides down the hallway until he reached apartment 143.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door.

After a few moments, the door creaked open, revealing Y.N. standing there, looking as beautiful and calm as ever despite the tension between them.

Aemond cleared his throat. "Can I come in?"

Y.N. stepped aside, silently motioning for him to enter. As he walked in, he handed her the bouquet. "These are for you."

She accepted them with a small smile. "Thank you." As she moved to put the roses in a jug of water, Aemond glanced around the apartment.

It was bare, minimal, but it felt warm and lived in. His gaze fell on Jack, nestled in a small pile of pillows and blankets on the floor, wide awake and squirming.

Aemond’s voice softened. "May I?"

Y.N. nodded. "He just woke up."

Aemond knelt beside his son, feeling a surge of emotion as Jack recognized him, flashing a gummy smile.

His little legs kicked in excitement, and Aemond’s heart melted.

He scooped him up, holding him close and inhaling his baby scent. "Daddy’s missed you so much, little one."

Y.N., meanwhile, busied herself with arranging the roses in a jug. "I don’t have a vase," she explained almost apologetically. "I don’t have much of anything here, really. Just the basics."

Aemond glanced at her. "Are you okay for money? For things for Jack?"

"I’m fine," she assured him, though her voice was soft, almost distant. "I figured you came here to talk."

"I did." Aemond nodded, still cradling Jack in his arms as he paced around the apartment. "What made you turn to Rhaenyra for help?"

"I went to Helaena first," Y.N. said, not meeting his gaze. "But it was her who contacted Rhaenyra. We both knew you’d come around eventually, and I didn’t want to bring trouble to Helaena’s door."

Aemond frowned, a flash of guilt crossing his face. "I would never hurt Helaena."

Y.N. finally looked up at him. "Just like you wouldn’t hurt Aegon? He told me you punched him in the face."

Aemond grimaced. "I thought Aegon didn’t know where you were."

"He didn’t." Y.N. raised an eyebrow. "There is such a thing as text messages, you know."

Aemond sighed, bouncing Jack gently in his arms as he moved around the apartment, trying to find the right words. "Did Rhaenyra tell you about Alys?"

"The mistake with the contracts or her vendetta against you?" Y.N. asked, her voice steady but edged with hurt.

Aemond let out a humourless laugh. "Both."

"Yes, she told me," Y.N. said, her tone shifting to something softer.

Aemond nodded, guilt gnawing at him. "I feel like a fool," he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. "I just-I thought I was making amends for what happened, trying to right my wrongs. But I see now how wrong I was."

"I know," Y.N. said quietly, watching him as he held their son. There was no malice in her voice, only weariness.

"As angry as I am at you, I’m angry at myself too," she added after a beat. Aemond looked up, surprised.

"Why?" he asked.

"For letting Alys drive a wedge between us," Y.N. explained, her voice trembling slightly. "What you did was stupid, yes. You should have just apologized and sent her on her way. But you didn’t. And it allowed her to come between us."

Aemond’s heart clenched. "I’m sorry. I should’ve seen through her manipulation. I never meant to hurt you."

Y.N. sighed, her eyes meeting his, filled with conflicted emotions. "I know," she whispered.

The room fell silent for a moment, the only sound the soft gurgles of Jack in Aemond's arms as they stood together, caught between love and uncertainty.

Aemond stood there, the weight of uncertainty heavy in the air. His gaze was locked on Y.N., his heart pounding with a desperate question.

“Is there any hope for us?” His voice was almost a whisper, thick with emotion.

Y.N. looked down, her fingers twisting together as she struggled to find the right words. "I-I don't know," she said softly, her voice tinged with the pain of their shared past.

“Please,” Aemond implored, stepping closer, his voice raw and vulnerable. “Just give me a chance to prove how much I love you.”

Y.N. sighed, meeting his eye. “And how are you going to do that, Aemond?”

Without hesitation, Aemond pulled out his phone and quickly sent a text. “I’m going to show you,” he said simply, his voice filled with quiet determination.

Moments later, there was a knock at the door. Aemond opened it, revealing Aegon, who immediately reached for Jack with a grin.

“Look at my little buddy!” Aegon cooed as he scooped Jack into his arms. “I’ve missed you so much” as Jack gurgled happily, clearly thrilled to see his uncle.

Aegon then handed Aemond a carrier bag.

Aemond turned to Y.N. and, with a gentle smile, held the bag out to her. “Go get changed.”

Y.N. blinked, a mix of curiosity and reluctance in her expression. She glanced between Aemond and Aegon before taking the bag and disappearing into the bedroom.

A few minutes later, she re-emerged, wearing a stunning blue chiffon lace midi dress. The delicate fabric flowed around her, and the soft lace highlighted her elegance.

Aemond’s breath caught in his throat as he gazed at her. “You look beautiful,” he said, his voice thick with awe. A faint blush spread across Y.N.'s cheeks as she looked away shyly.

Aegon, ever the distraction, chimed in with a playful grin. “Well, I’m here to babysit Jack, so you two better get going and have a great time.” He paused, glancing around the apartment. “Now, where are the takeout menus?”

Y.N. laughed, shaking her head. “I don’t actually have any, but you could always google some.”

Aegon stared at her in mock disbelief. “What kind of person doesn’t have takeout menus? Honestly.”

Aemond smirked. “One who doesn’t live off takeaways, like you.”

Aegon scoffed, shaking his head. “Pot, kettle, brother. That’s all you’ve been eating lately.”

Aemond winced slightly, catching Y.N.’s curious glance. He rubbed the back of his neck, sheepishly admitting, “I didn’t feel like cooking.”

Aegon let out a loud, exaggerated sigh. “Didn’t feel like showering either. Honestly, he was rank”

Y.N. chuckled softly, shaking her head at the brothers’ banter. She leaned down, pressing a kiss to Jack’s head, her voice soft and maternal. “Food for Jack is in the fridge, and you just need to-”

“—heat it up,” Aegon interrupted, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Yeah, yeah, I’ve got it. We’ll be just fine. Don’t worry about a thing.”

Aemond leaned over to bid Jack farewell, pressing a gentle kiss to his son’s head. Then, he turned to Y.N., extending his hand to her. “Shall we?”

Y.N. hesitated for a split second before placing her hand in his.

The moment their fingers intertwined, Aemond felt his heart skip a beat. It was a simple touch, but it was enough to fill him with hope.

As they walked out the door, Aegon called after them, already settling into the sofa with Jack in his arms. “You better text me if this goes well! I’ve got a bet going with Daeron”

Aemond ignored him, focused entirely on Y.N., as they stepped into the hallway. His heart raced with anticipation.

Whatever happened tonight, he was determined to show her just how much she meant to him.

Aemond led Y.N. through the grand gardens of Targaryen Manor, the evening air cool and soft against their skin.

Y.N. glanced around, admiring the place, but a flicker of curiosity crossed her face as she asked, "Why have you brought me here?"

Aemond smiled gently, his grip tightening on her hand as they continued walking. “You’ll see,” he murmured.

"Is Otto going to be here?" she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

Aemond shook his head. “No. He’s away visiting Gwayne, and my mother’s having dinner with Helaena tonight.”

“So, it’s just us?” Y.N. asked softly.

“Just us,” he confirmed, but instead of leading her into the manor, he took a turn and guided her toward the sprawling gardens.

Y.N.’s breath hitched as they stepped into a secluded area. Laid out before her was an elegantly prepared picnic, illuminated by soft lanterns hanging from the trees, casting a warm glow over the scene.

A blanket was spread neatly on the grass, adorned with a variety of delicacies, surrounded by delicate flowers in bloom.

“Aemond,” Y.N. gasped, taking in the sight, a smile tugging at her lips. “You did this?”

“I had a little help,” Aemond admitted, his eye glinting with affection.

“Helaena?” Y.N. guessed, knowing his sister's touch was all over this. Aemond nodded, smiling.

As they stood there for a moment, Aemond moved behind her, gently turning her to face the manor.

He rested his hands lightly on her waist, his lips close to her ear. “Second floor,” he whispered, pointing toward the house. “Third from the left.”

Y.N. squinted, trying to figure out the significance. “It’s-a window?” she asked, confused.

Aemond chuckled softly. “Yes. That’s where I was standing the first time I saw you.”

Y.N. gasped, her head snapping toward him. “Really?”

He nodded, his voice low and reminiscent. “I was lying on my bed, and I heard you laughing. So, I got up, went to the window, and watched you. You were with Helaena, completely mesmerized when that butterfly landed on your hand. She wanted to keep it, but you-” he paused, a small smile playing on his lips, “-you let it fly free.”

Y.N. smiled at the memory. She had always loved butterflies, and the way Helaena cherished each one.

Aemond then led her toward a nearby hedge, stopping once they reached it. “And it was here,” he said, tracing his hand over the leaves, “-that you first saw my scar.”

“The wind blew your hood off,” Y.N. remembered, her voice gentle.

Aemond’s eye locked on hers, his voice soft. “Do you remember what you said to me?”

Y.N. nodded, her throat tightening as she whispered, “I told you not to hide. That your scar showed that you were brave.”

Aemond swallowed hard, the emotion in his chest swelling as he guided her back to the picnic blanket.

They both sat down, and after a moment of silence, Aemond opened the basket and pulled out an old, worn notebook.

“This-” he said, handing it to her, “-is where I wrote down all the things I wanted to say but couldn’t.”

Y.N. hesitated before gently taking the notebook from him. As she opened it, the sight of Aemond’s messy scrawl made her heart flutter.

She began reading through the childhood musings, and each entry hit her like a wave of nostalgia.

The early entries were sweet, filled with the innocent thoughts of a boy. Aemond had written about how pretty he thought she was, how special it made him feel when she called him brave.

Then she read about how much he liked her but was too afraid to tell her, fearing rejection.

As she turned the pages, she came across entries about their childhood, how she would read to him during sleepovers to help with his headaches.

Each word tugged at her heartstrings.

Then, the tone changed as they got older. Aemond’s words became more conflicted, expressing frustration.

He wrote about how he picked on her, not because he wanted to, but because he didn’t know how to get close to her.

There was a passage about how much he hated when she smiled at Aegon or laughed at his jokes.

And then there was the entry about the night Aegon kissed her during a game of spin the bottle.

Y.N. paused, looking up at Aemond. “I totally forgot about that,” she said, her tone light and a little embarrassed.

Aemond smiled slightly, encouraging her to continue. “Keep reading.”

The later entries were more sporadic, reflecting their time apart as they grew older. Aemond lamented about feeling like a coward for not telling her how he truly felt.

He wrote about the attention he received from other girls, but how none of it mattered because none of them were her. And then came the entry that talked about her leaving for art college.

His pain was palpable as he wrote about not knowing when—or if—he would ever see her again.

Finally, she reached the last entry. It was short, simple, and yet devastatingly sincere: No matter what happens, my heart will always belong to her.

Y.N. closed the notebook, her hands trembling slightly as she handed it back to him. Tears welled in her eyes and slowly began to fall, the weight of his feelings over the years crashing over her.

Aemond took the notebook from her but didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. The rawness of the moment, the vulnerability he had just laid bare before her, spoke volumes.

After enjoying the spread of food laid out for their picnic, Aemond and Y.N. packed up, the soft glow of lanterns fading behind them as they walked hand-in-hand back to the car.

The air between them was filled with a sense of calm and a quiet closeness that neither wanted to break.

As they got in the car, Y.N. smiled. "Where are we off to now?" she asked playfully, watching him from the passenger seat.

Aemond gave her a knowing smile but said nothing, only shaking his head as he started the engine. The hum of the car and the soft tunes from the radio filled the silence as they drove off into the night.

It wasn’t long before they pulled up in front of a familiar building—The Dragon’s Den, the very place where their story had taken a significant turn all those months ago.

Y.N. furrowed her brows, glancing at Aemond. “I think it’s closed,” she said, a slight chuckle in her voice.

Aemond smirked and pulled out a set of keys from his pocket, jingling them with a grin. “Not for us,” he said.

She raised an eyebrow in surprise as he unlocked the door and gestured for her to step inside. The space was eerily quiet, devoid of the usual bustling crowd and vibrant atmosphere that she remembered from that fateful night.

After locking the door behind them, Aemond led her towards the dance floor.

“How did you get the keys?” she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

Aemond gave her a sly look. “I know the owner,” he said with a casual shrug, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

He left her standing in the middle of the dance floor for a moment as he made his way toward the sound system. Y.N. watched him, her heart beating a little faster with each passing second.

Then, the melody of the song they had danced to on that unforgettable night filled the club, the music wrapping around them like a warm embrace.

Y.N. giggled softly as Aemond returned, removing his jacket and tossing it to the side. “Care to dance?” he asked, his voice low and inviting.

She slipped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her body against his as they began to sway to the music, just like they had that first night.

As they moved together, Aemond's eye never left hers.

“Do you ever think about that night?” he asked, his voice soft, almost a whisper against the backdrop of the music. “About how much our lives have changed since?”

Y.N. nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “All the time,” she admitted. “I almost didn’t come out that night. Helaena had to convince me.”

Aemond’s hand tightened slightly around her waist, his lips curving into a tender smile. “I’m glad she did,” he murmured, pulling her just a little closer.

They continued to dance, their bodies swaying in time with the rhythm, a comfortable silence settling between them.

Aemond’s hand came up to cup her face, his thumb gently brushing across her cheek as he leaned down, his lips a breath away from hers.

“I love you so much,” he whispered, the raw emotion behind his words evident in his voice.

Y.N. smiled, her heart swelling with affection. “I love you too,” she whispered back before closing the small distance between them, their lips meeting in a passionate, lingering kiss.

As the music played on, they melted into each other, their bodies still moving in sync with the slow, sweet melody. Everything else seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in that quiet, intimate moment.

Aemond took a small step back from Y.N., his chest rising and falling heavily as he gathered his thoughts. His eye, filled with raw emotion, searched hers, and he exhaled deeply.

"I know that I’m a complete idiot," he began, his voice thick with regret. "And I’m so sorry for what happened. Please believe me when I say I will never hurt you again."

Y.N. looked at him, her heart pounding, as she listened closely. Aemond continued, his voice steady but laced with emotion, "You and Jack mean everything to me. I swear I will spend the rest of my life making sure you both know that—every single day."

Without breaking eye contact, Aemond gently took her hand in his. His fingers trembled slightly as he reached into his trouser pocket, pulling out a small, velvet box.

The movement was careful, nervous, but determined. Y.N.’s breath caught in her throat as she realized what was happening.

Aemond, never taking his eye off her, slowly descended onto one knee, his heart racing in sync with hers.

"Y.N.," he said softly, opening the box to reveal a beautiful, glimmering ring nestled inside. "Will you marry me?"

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of their breathing and the gentle hum of the soft music still playing in the background.

Then, Y.N.'s lips parted into a radiant smile, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Yes," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Yes, I will marry you."

A wide, joyous grin broke out across Aemond’s face. With trembling hands, he slid the ring onto her finger, and once it was in place, he stood up, pulling her into his arms.

In one swift motion, he lifted her off her feet, spinning her around in circles as they both laughed, the sound of their joy echoing through the empty club.

When he finally lowered her back to the ground, they were both breathless, their laughter fading into quiet, intimate smiles. Aemond cupped her face, brushing his lips gently against hers in a sweet, lingering kiss.

"Mrs. Targaryen" he whispered softly against her lips, his forehead resting against hers.

Y.N. giggled, her heart bursting with happiness, and she kissed him again, her fingers gently running through his hair.

In that moment, with Aemond’s arms wrapped tightly around her and their love stronger than ever, they had found their way back to each other.

And this time, it was forever.

Aemond and Y.N. arrived back at his penthouse, the atmosphere buzzing with excitement after their evening together.

As they stepped inside, Aemond closed the door behind them, and his eye flicked to Y.N., a smile playing on his lips.

“Well,” Aemond began with a teasing tone, glancing around the familiar surroundings, “since you no longer live at your old apartment, we can’t replicate that night exactly. But this will do.”

His smile grew wider as he shrugged off his coat and moved to the drinks cabinet.

Y.N. chuckled, slipping off her heels as she watched him. Her eyes sparkled with a playful glint, the night’s events still coursing through her, making her feel bold.

She leaned against the wall; arms crossed loosely as Aemond rummaged through the cabinet.

He turned around, bottle in hand, raising a brow. "What would you like to drink?" he asked, though his grin hinted that he already knew what her answer might be.

Y.N. smirked and echoed the words that he’d said to her that fateful night, her voice soft but filled with playful intent.

“We both know I didn’t come here for a drink.”

Aemond’s eye darkened with the same intensity she remembered from that night. He set the bottle down without hesitation, crossing the room to her in long, purposeful strides.

His hands reached for her, fingers gently gripping her waist as he pulled her against him.

“Is that so?” he whispered, his breath warm against her lips, his face mere inches from hers.

Wasting no time, Aemond pressed his lips to hers in a deep, hungry kiss. Y.N. melted into him, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as their kiss deepened, fiery and intense.

In that instant, everything else faded away. The penthouse, the memories, the past—they all vanished, leaving only the present moment.

Aemond kissed her like she was the only thing that mattered.

Then Y.N slipped her fingers under the strap of his eyepatch and pulled it from his head.

She stood silent she stared at the scar the bisected his cheek.

The sapphire glinting in the low light.

“You are still so-beautiful” whispered Y.N as she leaned forward and placed a number of kisses along his scarred cheek and over the sapphire.

Aemond closed his eye in delight at the tender gesture, a contented sigh escaping his lips.

“Hmmm” rasped Aemond as he ran his thumb over Y.N’s bottom lip, his eye going wide as she opened her mouth and nipped at his thumb before sucking it into her mouth.

“Please-“ moaned Y.N

"I’ve waited too long for this, Y.N."

She smiled up at him, her heart racing. "Then don’t make me wait any longer."

Aemond growled as he took her hand and pulled her to the bedroom, he all but kicked the door open.

He turned to face her, and he put his arms around her waist and kissed her passionately, deepening the kiss as she moaned into his mouth. His tongue pushing against hers.

Y.N ran her fingers across his lithe body. His muscles rippling under her fingertips.

She finished unbuttoning the shirt he wore, placing feathery kisses on his sparsely haired chest as the shirt was removed.

Her fingers toying with the silver cross chain he still wore.

Groaning against her creamy smooth skin, he kissed her neck, sucking on the delicate flesh as she leaned into him, enjoying his every touch.

Her dress felt heavy on her. She wanted to be rid of it. She wanted to feel his skin on hers. She reluctantly broke free of his embrace and turned her back to him moving her hair out of the way.

His fingers trembled as he grasped the zip to her dress and pulled it the rest of the way down, the sound echoed through the quiet penthouse, and he pressed his lips to the back of her neck.

Using his long fingers, he freed her from the confinements of her dress, and it fell to join his shirt on the floor.

She wasn’t wearing a bra, which excited him.

Goosebumps appeared where his fingers moved over her. Cupping her ample breasts from behind, Aemond pulled Y.N against his chest.

Burying himself in the crook of her neck, sucking on the skin whilst his fingers massaged the soft mounds and played with her hardened r nipples.

Aemond turned her to face him. Kissing her again, he trailed kisses down her body and took a rosy nipple in his mouth.

Sucking on the bud, he bit down lightly, earning a low moan from deep within her.

He continued his actions on the other breast and kissed past her stomach until he knelt before her.

Her fingers in his hair tightened as he ran the tips of his fingers from her stomach down to her core.

Slowly he grasped the lace of her knickers and ripped them from her, pressing the ruined material to his nose and inhaling her scent before standing up.

Y.N reached forward to undo the buttons on his trousers, then she directed him backwards towards the bed.

Her fingers stroked his body, not missing an inch of flesh, admiring the way his muscles twitched under her touch.

Biting down on her lip, she knelt between his legs, and pulled his trousers and boxers down his shapely legs and threw them to the floor.

Aemond reached forward and pulled her onto the bed.

He manoeuvred her onto her back and covered her body with his as he sucked and licked at the delicate skin of her neck, leaving red marks in his wake.

Y.N moved her head to the side and moaned loudly as she felt Aemond’s teeth nipping at her skin.

Ooo A-Aemond” exclaimed Y.N as he moved down her body, nibbling her at her skin as he went.

“Still such a pretty pussy " breathed Aemond, spitting on her pussy before he ran the flat of his tongue up her soaked slit, from bottom to the top, tasting her.

“Oh, my god” moaned Y.N her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“That’s it my darling. Let me hear you”.

“YES! It feels so good. Don’t stop. Aemond. Please” begged Y.N.

"Delicious" purred Aemond as he began lapping at Y.N, running his tongue along every fold.

"More" panted Y.N. "Please. I need more”.

Aemond inserted two fingers, sliding them in and out of her slick wet folds.

“Oh, fuck" whimpered Y.N; her chest heaving.

Aemond’s fingers were soaking wet as they continued to pump in and out of her tight heat.

“I can’t wait to get my cock inside you. I don’t want to wait any longer, come for me baby,” moaned Aemond, his face pressed between her shaking thighs.

Y.N arched her back and screamed as her climax washed over her.

Aemond moved his fingers slowly and lapped at her centre as she squirted all over his face.

“P-Please A-Aemond. Need you” begged Y.N.

Aemond rose to his knees, his chin shining with her slick, he smirked as he swiped his fingers over his chin and then placed them in his mouth.

Aemond moved up Y.N’s body pausing to grasp hold of her left breast as he ran his tongue over the rosy nipple, his teeth grazing the stiffened peak.

“Oh-yes“ gasped Y.N, as he moved to the other breast and lavished it with the same attention.

Aemond then grabbed her around the waist and manoeuvred her body on top of his.

“I want you to ride me-wife” exclaimed Aemond as he lined up his cock with her entrance and sheathed himself inside her with one hard thrust.

Y.N moaned as she rolled her hips against Aemonds, his cock moving in and out of her.

Faster and faster. Harder and deeper, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips.

"Please don't stop," cried out Y.N

"I have no intention of stopping" growled Aemond, his feet planted firmly on the bed to allow him to increase the intensity of his thrusts.

A satisfied smile spread across his face as he quickened and angled his movements, so his cock rubbed on that special place inside her.

Aemond seemed mesmerized by the sight of her breasts bouncing in front of him as he surged forward, his mouth wrapping around one rosy bud.

His teeth and tongue teasing the stiffened peak.

“Gods-yes Aemond” shrieked Y.N as she bounced on his cock, her hands coiled in is long silver hair.

“That’s it baby-take it-take all of me” growled Aemond leaning back as he moved Y.N’s hips in time with his thrusts.

“Oh gods-” wailed Y.N.

“That’s it-FUCK Y.N” groaned Aemond as he took hold of her and quickly manoeuvred her onto her back, his cock never leaving the warm wetness of her as he began to pound into her, the sounds of skin slapping on skin echoing around his bedroom.

“P-Please Aemond. Don’t stop. Don’t stop-“ whimpered Y.N.

“Come for me baby-come for me” growled Aemond as he felt her clenching around him.

“AEMOND” screamed Y.N as she exploded, her nails digging into his back.

Aemond held back for as long as he could, but his release was upon him.

With a final hard thrust, he spilled rope after rope of his seed inside her.

He muffled his groans into her mouth as she hung onto him, kissing him fervently.

She held him close to her body, whispering words of comfort and satisfaction while running her fingers down his back.

Afterward, Y.N. and Aemond lay together, their bodies tangled in the soft sheets, a warm silence settling over them.

Aemond's hand traced lazy patterns on her skin as he leaned back, his silvery hair spilling over the pillow. He turned his head toward her, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“You’re still taking the pill, right?” he asked casually, though there was a hint of something more serious in his tone.

Y.N. giggled softly, her fingers brushing over his chest. “Yes, I am.” She noticed the subtle sigh of relief that left his lips, and her grin grew wider.

“As much as I want more children with you,” Aemond murmured, his voice deep and warm, “I’d like us to be married before the next one.” He smiled, his hand resting on her stomach as if imagining the future.

Y.N. raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised. “You want more children?”

Aemond nodded, his gaze softening as he looked at her. “Yes. You’re a fantastic mother, Y.N. I can’t wait to see you all round and swollen with my child again-just not yet.”

Y.N. chuckled, shaking her head gently. “I think I can agree with that.”

Aemond leaned over, reaching for his trousers where they were discarded on the floor.

He fished out his phone, quickly dialling a number. Y.N. listened in curiosity as the phone rang, and moments later, Aegon’s voice was loud enough for her to hear.

“Bring Jack to the penthouse-” said Aemond.

“So, did you ask her?” Aegon asked eagerly.

Aemond grinned. “I did. And she said yes.”

There was a loud cheer on the other end of the line, followed by Aegon’s voice exclaiming, “Ha! Daeron owes me money! Tight git best pay up.”

Aemond chuckled as he ended the call, tossing his phone onto the nightstand. Y.N. raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching in amusement.

“Do I even want to know what that was about?”

“Just my brothers being idiots,” Aemond replied with a grin, though his eye twinkled with amusement.

Y.N. laughed softly, teasing him. “Must be in the genes.”

Aemond feigned offense, rolling on top of her with a playful growl.

“Careful now.” He kissed her deeply, his lips warm against hers, his hand sliding up her side. He pulled back slightly, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “I wonder if we can manage another round before Aegon gets here with Jack”

Y.N. laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m fairly certain I can manage it, but the question is-can you?”

Aemond smirked, his lips brushing against hers as he replied. “I’ll show you exactly what I can manage.”

TBC

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A hand shook her awake, and only then did she become aware of the hand tightly covering her mouth. Her eyes shot open and she scrambled for freedom but realized that it wasn’t Gwi-nam, who was across from her, sleeping in a chair.

The hand slowly removed itself and she turned her head to face whoever it was. She was met by none other than the principal, a man she had never actually met despite him being the reason she was taken in as a transfer intern from her college’s education and Korea programs.

“Listen,” he whispered,“ How is it out there? The same?”

“Probably.” The sun peaked through the blinds and she squinted. Somehow, the principal seemed to recognize her.

“Do you know how to drive?”

“Yes.”

He suddenly ruffled through his pockets, withdrawing some car keys. “My car is in the parking lot. The plate number is 7340.”

“And what about you?”

“Eh, you already owe me. I’m the one who gave you your job and this will get us away from that punk. I won’t fire you after this if you do this.”

R scoffed. “As if any of us will have a job after this.”

A snarl arose and he circled front, firmly grabbing her shoulders and shaking her vigorously. “You stupid girl! Listen to your boss or say goodbye to your paycheck —!”

The man was suddenly pulled away and thrown onto the table. It splintered, but as the principal craned his neck in terror, a knife was held against it. Gwi-nam bore his teeth at the man, on his leg leaning on the table. He leered menacingly and the man started whimpering wildly.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he growled

“Yoon Gwi-nam, listen to your principal and get off me!” the man bellowed. “I was figuring out a way for us all to escape —“

“Bullshit. You were trying to take her away from me, eh? As if. You’re coming with us to the car. I need a shield anyway.”

“N - no, Gwi-nam —“ R cried, grabbing at Gwi-nam’s shoulder.

With his free hand, he shoved her away, forcing her to fall onto the couch. The principal’s arm grabbed R’s leg desperately, but before either of them could register a next move, Gwi-nam stabbed into his arm and the principal reeled in pain. Gwi-nam kicked him off the table, watching the man grovel in agony.

“What’s wrong with you? Stay away,” the principal shouted, grabbing for a vase on the table and rising to his feet. His arm was stained red and a pool began to gather on the ground below it. R wanted to vomit from the sight, covering her mouth.

Gwi-nam scoffed, waving the knife around. Gwi-nam blocked R’s view of the principal. “Look, Mr. Principal. If this were a game,, I’d be taking down the final boss to save the princess, sir.”

Gwi-nam took a step, and the principal let out a choke of pain and fear.

The principal had horrible aim when throwing the vase, and when Gwi-nam smirked and stalked forward fearlessly, he shouted,“ R, you punk! Do something —“

Gwi-nam suddenly stepped on his throat, and the man let out a gargled cry, grasping at the foot. He leaned over with a sneer. “How dare you talk to her like that. Now, you’re going to be my human shield whether you like it or not.”

R sat frozen. She glanced over her shoulder at the window, but it seemed as though Gwi-nam read her mind without even looking at her.

“Hey, princess. Get up and go stand in that corner over there.”

R did as she was told, hugging herself as she watched Gwi-nam tie up the man. Nothing but glee was present on his face and it paralyzed her to the core.

Suddenly, the door swung open and shut. Groans emitted from beyond the doorway, and everyone turned to the perpetrator. Gwi-nam seemed to be unfazed, but R almost cried with relief when she saw her student, Cheong-san, standing there unharmed.

R ran over and clasped Cheong-san’s hands so tightly he yelped. Their attention turned back to the awkward position, and Cheong-san exclaimed,” Sir!”

“What are you doing? Grab this psychopath! There’s two of you!”

Gwi-nam grabbed the collar of his shirt and leaned down, shushing him. “Hey, Cheong-san. Come here and tie up his legs. He won’t keep still. And R, I didn’t say you could move.”

“What do you mean? What are you doing?”

Gwi-nam seemed to be baffled by the questioning, nodding toward the principal. “Come tie him up.”

“You’re finished — e -expelled! Untie me!”

Gei-nam suddenly reminded him of the threat, holding the knife at his back. Cheong-San pushed R behind him, shouting Gwi-nam's name.

“Please, don’t do it!” R pleaded.

“Don’t do what? The bastard could have killed you. He told you to go out and get his car unprotected —“

Cheong-san removed a phone from his pocket and hit record. The principal cheered him on. “Hey, I’m filming everything. Let him go or I’ll send this to the police.”

Gwi-nam stuttered,” I’m going to kill you.”

“Please stop acting like human trash. No one respects you just because you act tough.”

“I’m the head boss of this school now. Don’t you get it?”

R audibly scoffed at that which only fueled Gwi-nam’s anger. “You’re just some creep who will spend your entire life pretending you're in charge,” R spat.

Gwi-nam took a few steps toward them. “You know who’s in charge. So get back in your fucking corner.”

The principal suddenly made a run for it. Gwi-nam leaned over and sliced the knife across the principal’s throat. The man collapsed lifelessly, and R cried out. Gwi-nam had committed cold-blooded murder with no remorse and no reason. There were no zombies to escape from this time.

Gwi-nam was calm as he walked toward Cheong-san and R. “You chicken shit…” He wiped the knife on his shirt quickly. “Am I still not in charge? Am I still some loser? Everyone who doesn’t listen to me dies. Give me the phone, Cheong-san, and give R back.”

“You just killed —“

“Give me the phone!” he roared, darting at Cheong-san.

R shrieked and jumped out of the way. She grabbed at Gwi-nam’s shirt only for it to zip through her fingers. Gwi-nam slashed at Cheong-san’s head, but he ducked and fell onto the floor. The phone went skidding from Cheong-san’s hands and Gwi-nam went to reach for it.

R lifted her foot and kicked Gwi-nam, sending him flying onto the table. Cheong-san snatched the phone once more, and when he recovered, the pair took off into the hallway.

Gwi-nam was barely standing when R glanced back into the room. And despite the hallway filled with alerted zombies, the threat was somehow in human form. Cheong-San held R’s wrist tightly.

They turned a corner. Gwi-nam was hot on their tail, shouting at the top of his lungs,“ Let her go!” R glanced back, only to see a knife being flung Cheong-san’s way. R gasped, about to alert him, but the handle hit his back instead.

Cheong-San released a surprised yelp, but then a zombie came flying out of a classroom tackled Cheong-san, and sent R back against the wall. Cheong-San recovered and kept running, pocketing the phone while he was at it. Gwi-nam came to a screeching halt in front of R and dragged her with him.

R saw the hoard behind them. She pushed him away, sending him into a doorway. Gwi-nam got grabbed by a zombie and he dropped his knife once more, struggling free. R was right behind Cheong-san. They dashed down the stairs and into the library. R slammed the doors shut. However, the library was filled to the brim with zombies with just one alive student cradling himself on top of a bookshelf.

Cheong-san hopped onto the tables and made it onto the top shelf. R cried out in fear when she was snatched by a zombie. Her life flashed before her eyes as she kicked, feeling drooling teeth graze her. However, Gwi-nam once again came to her rescue and shoved the zombie away. R scrambles onto the table with her, urging her to get up.

Meanwhile, Cheong-san was shoved from the top shelf. Gwi-nam made the leap and grabbed the other student, cursing and tossing him off. He swiftly urged R to climb onto it, zombies in hot pursuit.

Gwi-nam glanced back at Cheong-san, suddenly clutching R by the collar. “You stay right here, dammit, or I’ll kill you!”

R was hardly in a state to disagree with that sentiment, watching as zombies pooled around the shelf. Gwi-nam resumed his crazed chase after Cheong-san, and although R wanted to help him greatly, she didn’t know how.

Both men managed to climb on top of the bookshelves. They halted, glaring one another down.

“Give me the phone,” Gwi-nam ordered.

“You killed someone, you murderer.”

“You made me kill him.”

“You crazy bastard.”

Gwi-nam rose menacingly, and as they jumped from shelf to shelf, R realized Cheong-san was coming directly at her. She squealed and made herself as small as possible. However, that never happened, as Gwi-nam tackled Cheong-san and sent him off the shelves.

It was a game of cat and mouse and Cheong-san climbed up once more and tackled Gwi-nam. They wrestled as zombies crowded below them. Cheong-san slammed the overhead light into Gwi-nam, yet it was Gwi-nam who ended up dangling Cheong-san off the edge.

“Beg for your life,” he rasped.

“Screw you,” Cheong-san spat.

Gwi-nam chuckled, landing a few more punches on Cheong-san and grabbing the phone. And somehow, a few moments later, he ended up with the phone stabbing his eye. R gasped as she watched, but realized then that all the zombies were around them. And although Cheong-san was her student, she had a chance to escape the hell. Cheong-san could handle himself.

As R quietly climbed down, her last moment with her eyes on the pair was spent seeing Gwi-nam being sent to the zombies below. R couldn’t bare to listen, and Cheong-san stood there and watched. As R made her grand escape, she saw that Cheong-san was heading toward the exit.

Recalling Ms. Park’s broadcast from earlier, she booked it to the broadcasting room, hoping Cheong-san would do the same when he got out —

Yet something made her pause at the steps, the hallways vacant. She heard Cheong-san cry out for help, and her feet made the choice for her. Zombies were crowding around a shelf.

“Hey, zombies! Fresh meat over here!” R shouted from the entrance. And just like that, the monsters’ attention shifted from the trapped student and chased in pursuit.

R was beyond frightened as she clambered up the steps. All she could think about was the broadcasting room. And as she turned a corner, she saw it. “Ms. Park!” she shrieked. “It’s me! Let me in!”

The door swung open and she was grabbed into the room. From pure relief, as she saw a group of students — and perhaps from exhaustion — she passed out in the arms of a student.

Life suddenly came into Gwi-nam’s eyes. He sat up, groaning coarsely. As he inspected a tear in his shirt, he recognized the bite mark on his torso and knew there were far more he probably wasn’t looking at.

“Did I die…? Am I fucking dead?”

A zombie suddenly raced toward him, and the man curled up into a ball. However, no attacks ever came. He sat up once more, stunned by the immunity. He rose to his feet as the zombies once more grew disinterested.

He stumbled before regaining his movement. When he stood in front of a mirror, he saw the damage that had befallen his face as it was. He clicked his tongue, recognizing that he felt nothing.

The memories hit. “Cheong-san, you son of a bitch. I’ll kill you. I’ll gouge your eyes out. I know you have her.”

His first goal was to find a fresher, cleaner set of clothes and to wash himself off. He knew how OCD R was, and zombie blood was not the most sanitary. He pulled on a clean jacket.

He muttered to himself,“ What the hell? This means… I’m in heaven.”

Anger rose within. “Hey, Cheong-san! Give her back!”

The man kept walking, fists clenched. And despite being alive, a hunger grew in his belly. There was nothing more than to eat Cheong-san’s flesh. Except for his desire to take R as his own for good.

~~~

“Su-hyeok…?” R rasped, eyes blinking open.

“She’s alive!” Dae-su shouted, and much happy clammer went on. Su-hyeok took a step back from R, who had been lying down on the ground with a coat under her. R sat up, wondering just how long she had been out for. The sun was in the sky, although she recalled it just starting to set when she arrived at the broadcasting room.

“Ms. R, are you ok?” Su-hyeok asked while the classmates gathered around her.

“As good as I’ll ever be… Where’s Cheong-san?”

“Cheong-san?” On-jo chirped immediately. “Did you see him?”

“Y - yes — he saved me from Gwi-nam, that psychopath. We got stuck in the library, and when I escaped, I called the zombies after me so he could get out. Did he come here?”

“No, but that means he has to be alive!” On-jo proclaimed, on the verge of tears.

“Where is Ms. Park? I don’t see her,” R mumbled in concern after having thoroughly scouted the room.

A deafening silence covered the room. That was all R needed to know before she bowed her head in grief. Instead of shedding tears, she felt numb. It was somehow more relieving to have the certainty of her death, unlike the many co-workers, friends, and students that she knew nothing about.

“But we know Cheong-san is safe,” Su-hyeok said. “There has to be a way to find him.”

“What about the drones in the science lab?” On-jo piped up.

And thus, a plan to regroup ensued. As spaced out as R was from the trauma of the last two days, she was grateful to be amongst sane individuals once more. But when she closed her eyes, unaware of the plotting that surrounded her, she could see only Gwi-nam’s crazed expression.

It satisfied her to know the man who had tormented her for months was dead and could never hurt anyone again.

It wasn’t before long that R was awoken by a high-pitched blaring. She immediately covered her ears, as did the rest of the bunch. She finally stood when the sound died down, walking over to the table. She was given a brief recap of the plan, and R’s heart bounced with delight. The idea of escaping this hellhole was beyond exciting.

And thus, she was more than happy to join the excursion. As they prepared with weaponry, R decided to discard her hair tie, which was tugging at her roots horribly and giving her a headache She set it on the desk and grabbed a metal stick. With that, after the coast was clear, they made a run for it.

~~~

As Gwi-nam panted and slammed the door open, he observed the empty broadcasting room. “Shit,” he muttered, a scowl growing as he sniffed the lingering smell of humans. And yet, one scent was the most distinct: R had been there.

Gwi-nam slammed his fist into the wall, leaving a dent and chipped wallpaper. He went in, glancing about. The smell led to a small hair tie next to a whiteboard. A desperate hunger consumed him as he snatched it up and sniffed it wildly. His nose twitched with the sweet aroma.

Before Gwi-nam became too lost in thought, he shoved the hair tie into his pocket. Only then did he notice the whiteboard’s contents. A smile grew as he exited the room, knowing exactly where to go. Clutching the sharp blade in his hands, he stalked down the hallway.

And that’s when he heard it. The grunting of a familiar classmate of his, Su-hyeok. He had been tackled by a zombie, and thus, Gwi-nam disposed of the zombie immediately. He inspected the blade and was somewhat displeased by the blood splatter on his fresh new jacket.

“You moron. You let that loser get you?” he tsked in irritation.

Su-hyeok stood, horrified as he recalled the story R had told him. “Thanks,” he replied, playing it dumb.

“Of course. I saved your life. Where’s R?”

“R?” Su-hyeok parroted. “Why do you ask?”

“I need to find her. Cheong-san took her.”

“What do you mean?”

“I need to find R.”

Su-hyeok glanced over the man. “You’re hurt. Are you okay?”

“I’m good. I’m so fucking good. Tell me where R is.”

Gwi-nam was losing his patience and it was showing. Su-hyeok hoped to stall if only to save R and the rest of the group from Gwi-nam.

“I don’t know where she is.”

Gwi-nam’s expression darkened instantly. “That’s right — you always did play the hero, eh? Even now, you’re a filthy fucking liar to feel like you’re better than me. But you can’t do that anymore.”

Gwi-nam swung the knife at Su-hyeok, but the man ducked under and tackled Gwi-nam. Although trapped against the rail, Gwi-nam was able to push Su-hyeok away with ease. Su-hyeok stumbled back but kicked him once more, only for Gwi-nam to catch the foot and said Su-hyeok down the stairs.

Su-hyeok stumbled back to his feet, on edge about Gwi-nam’s next attack. Gwi-nam’s body language gave away that he was about to sprint toward him. Su-hyeok changed the balance in his step, prepared —

“Gwi-nam, stop!”

The man had been ready to charge, but immediately froze, eyes widening. Su-hyeok took the opportunity to tackle Gwi-nam, who grunted. The knife slid from his grasp and tumbled down the stairs. R gasped, and that was all the motivation Gwi-nam needed to land a hard punch to Su-hyeoks jaw, sending him flying into the wall. His back thudded harshly.

Gwi-nam stumbled to his feet, hyperventilating. R was standing but a few feet away, trembling as she hugged herself. A tear slid down her cheek as the pair maintained eye contact.

“R,” he breathed.

“Gwi-nam, please — just stop this nonsense! I’ll do anything —“

Su-hyeok tackled him. Suddenly, Nam-ra was beside me. Su-hyeok was thrown right into a wall by Gwi-nam with such superhuman strength that only a bodybuilder could achieve. Nam-ra screamed, tackling Gwi-nam, but he did not falter. Instead, he slammed her into the wall to force her off, biting deeply into her forearm. R’s pleas fell on deaf ears.

Gwi-nam approached R, watching as the two students behind him reeled in pain. R took a few steps back, ending up against a window. Gwi-nam towered over her. R’s hands clutched the window sill, eyes still pleading for freedom.

R expected hell to descend on her. Instead, his arms wrapped around her waist tightly and he buried his face in the crook of her neck. R felt his deep sniffs and hums of satisfaction. “Are you hungry?” Gwi-nam mumbled.

“Y - yes.”

“Thirsty?”

“Yes.”

“Hm. That won’t do.”

Su-hyeok had stood during his questioning. He motioned with his hand to move out of the way. R pushed at his chest. “P - please, Gwi-nam. You’re covered in blood, it’s…”

Gwi-nam hummed and released her, eyeing her up and down. He had a pleased, calm expression. Nothing was threatening about his demeanor.

Su-hyeok ran at Gwi-nam. R leaped out of the way, watching as Su-yeaok sent Gwi-nam flying out the window. A shard of glass cut into R’s arm, but compared to her other wounds, it felt numb in comparison. Blood pooled to the floor as the group regained composure.

R watched the twitching body below before casting her gaze away. They were interested in making it to the music room sooner rather than later. R was mortified; Gwi-nam had to have died, and yet, by some means, he hadn’t. The man had a will to survive. And after escaping a hoard, a fall might not have done the trick.

R pushed the thought from her mind. The rest of the run to the music room was simple — or as simple as it got during a zombie apocalypse — and Cheong-san was safe and sound.

R panted and leaned against a wall. The entire group was recuperating as On-jo was giving Cheong-san a mouthful. However, Cheong-san seemed rather dissociated as his eyes flickered over the group before pausing at R.

“Ms. R…!” Cheong-san exclaimed. “You’re safe!”

R would not have expected the student to run over and give her a tight, relieved hug. Everyone was catching up and chattering as R returned the hug. R pushed him back, somehow feeling like herself for the first time since the apocalypse began. She glared, eyeing him over.

“Are you hurt? Why didn’t you run to the broadcasting room?” R chitted irritatedly.

Cheong-san looked alarmed and embarrassed. “I was trying to! The zombies had me stuck here. It’s not like I could help it.”

R sighed, glancing over the room. A few of Cheong-san’s classmates snickered, which was returned with a glare. However, his eyes were fixated on Nam-ra’s arm.

“Hey, Prez,” Cheong-san barked. “Were you bit? That’s a bite mark, eh?”

All attention turned to Nam-ra, who was innocently sitting at a desk. Nam-ra had yet to turn, and as R knew the situation, she immediately walked over to Nam-ra and grabbed her arm, inspecting the bite.

“Gwi-nam wasn’t a zombie though,” R spoke up, dropping Nam-ra’s arm. “She was bit by Gwi-nam —“

“I saw Gwi-nam get eaten!” Cheong-san piped up. “He had to have been a zombie!”

“No, Gwi-nam was talking to us and interacting. He didn’t turn,” Su-hyeok defended. “Nam-ra won’t turn because Gwi-nam wasn’t a zombie —“

“But how could he not be? R, you saw it, too! I’m not lying!”

“What if neither of you are lying?” On-jo suddenly spoke up. “There’s no reason for either of you to lie, so… What if Gwi-nam is immune? That happens in the movies.”

“Eh, On-jo might be right. Nam-ra would have turned by now, but she hasn’t,” said Dae-su.

The debate continued, although R stumbled back and clasped at a desk. On-jo’s words frightened her to the core. It had to be true, and if it was, Gwi-nam wouldn’t stop hunting them. They had to escape.

“H - hey!” R shouted, causing silence to fall. “Let’s stop arguing and get moving. If it’s true and Gwi-nam is immune, he will be looking for us.”

“How? There are zombies everywhere and the music is gone,” Dae-su groaned.

And that inspired On-jo’s plan. The desks and chairs began to stack.

#yandere #x reader #x y/n #self insert #yandere x reader #aouad #aouad x reader #gwinam #all of us are dead

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