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turbulentt · 5 years ago

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Dirty Laundry

genre: smut | gangster!wonwoo x gn!reader

word count: +3.6k

warning: explicit content, a bit of angst, kind of gangster au?, oral, daddy kink

summary: you’ve known wonwoo for a few years now and, even if your feelings grow stronger by the minute, you’re scared of what might happen if you fall in love completely. on the other hand, wonwoo is tired of waiting.

Messages on

You: Wonwoo, where u @?

Wonwoo: I'm at Mingyu's. Why?

You: I was just wondering if u wanted to come by

Wonwoo: I still have some things to take care of

But as soon as I'm done I'll head over to u

You: Thanks and... be careful

Wonwoo: Sounds like u don't know me, I'm never careful

Messages off

It has been over two years since you got stuck on an elevator with Wonwoo. In the beginning, neither you nor your friends liked him due to the rumors that circled about him, but after a deep talk and some laughs, you felt like you could understand him better.

Everyone you came across always told you "Don't even go near him." or "He's nothing but trouble." or even "You're too pure to be around him, he'll put you in danger.". Of course, you got scared. What is he? Some kind of gangster?

Yes. He actually is.

Well, that's not the truth. He was a gangster. Not anymore. But you don't trust him enough to believe he already left that life.

He said he gave up on those habits because of you. Because he fell in love with you and wanted to make you happy at any cost. Although his persistence won't let him give up on you, you still haven't replied to his feelings. That makes him sad and you know it, but you're too afraid to end up hurt.

One hour and a half after exchanging texts he finally arrives at your house. But when you open the door the first thing you see is the bloodstains on his clothes. You don't get worried since you know, for sure, that that blood belongs to another person.

"I can explain." is the only thing he can say.

You step away from the door with a sad expression on your face while he comes in and follows you into the kitchen.

"Explain what, Wonwoo? I knew this was going to happen." you say paying more attention to the food you're cooking "You already know where the clean clothes are. Dinner will be ready in no time." you continue without even looking at him.

"But can I explain myself first? Please," he begs as he tries to come close to you.

You walk away from him, placing stuff on the table and preparing it.

"I'm tired of your excuses." you sigh.

As you hear him walk away from the room you sit down on one of the chairs and rest your head on your hands.

"Why do you always do this to me? Does it feel good playing with my emotions?" you groan and hit the table furiously.

"It smells good." he smiles while entering the kitchen and coming near you.

You just shrug in response and head over to the table placing the food in it.

"Sit down. Let's eat," you say coldly and he obeys.

As the two of you start eating you know his eyes are laying on you and he tries several times to say something but eventually gives up every time.

"Stop it Wonwoo, that's annoying," you say finally looking at him.

"Can you just hear me out? It's really not what you're thinking." he smiled nervously while begging once more. "Damnit Wonwoo. Why can't I resist you?" you think to yourself looking at him.

"Be fast and spare me from the lies." you huff and see a smile forming in his lips.

"Thank you." he says before telling you what actually happened "I was at Mingyu's helping him taking care of his mom 'cause she's sick. You can ask him after, you know he'd never lie to you.", you agree quietly and he continues "When I left to come here I stumbled across a puppy who was hit by a car and I took him to the nearest vet." he explains because of the blood you saw earlier.

At this point, you were already filled with guilt for not wanting him to explain in the first place, but you still wondered if that was really true.

"Now I understand, I'm sorry for not letting you explain yourself before," you say a little ashamed and he smiles awkwardly.

"It's okay, baby. I know my past doesn't really help me, but I told you I'm working it out..." his smiles widens and you can see the lust in his eyes "...because of you."

You blush and quickly turn your attention to the food in front of you. You hear him chuckle at your embarrassment as he also keeps eating.

Suddenly your phone rings as you receive a couple of messages from someone. Wonwoo glances at your phone with a suspicious look and his face becomes red seeing the name 'Soonyoung' on the screen.

"Why is he texting you so frenetically?" he says with a low tone.

"He's jealous." you think.

"He probably just wants to talk to me. Isn't that normal?" you tease him. "Whatever." he just cliques his tongue and finishes his food.

You finish yours as well and get up to put the dishes in the sink. He follows you and as he leans to place his dish he lays a wet kiss on the skin of your neck.

"W-what was that for?" you stutter while pushing him away. "Don't deny it. You loved it," he smirks and walks away to the living room. "Don't be a pervert!" you shout from the kitchen.

As you're leaving the kitchen towards the living room you read Soonyoung's messages and laugh at what he told you.

"What's so funny?" Wonwoo asks from the couch with an annoyed expression. "Nothing," you say while sitting next to him.

You keep texting Soonyoung and occasionally watching the movie but not paying much attention. You can hear Wonwoo groan beside you each time you giggle with a message. He loses his temper and snatches your phone from your hand.

"Pay attention to me. Only me." he groans while moving closer to you.

You stay paralyzed as he keeps leaning, making your faces closer and closer every second.

"Wonwoo..." you mutter looking at him.

"What? You don't like this?" he makes you lay on the couch staying on top of you "You're so submissive for me." he smirks and you just look away blushing. "No." he places his hand on your chin and makes you face him "I want you to look at me."

He gets closer to your neck and starts leaving kisses all over it. His soft and wet lips make you lose your senses and you let out a gentle moan as he grabs your thighs firmly.

"Why does this feel so good? Why is he so good?" you think to yourself while closing your eyes with pleasure. He raises his head from your neck and tries to kiss your lips but you turn your head and suddenly get out from under him.

"T-this is not happening." you stutter still a little stunned from what just happened and get away from him. "Come on, baby. I've been craving you for so long." he gets up and starts walking towards you. Without much space to run you just sprint to your room and close the door.

"I can't give you what you want, Wonwoo. Not now." you sigh and mutter quietly.

Messages on

You: U can stay if you want

But I'm not coming near u

Wonwoo: Are u really going to leave me here alone?

With a big ass boner? That's cruel, baby

You: Are u really?

Wonwoo: Get out of the room and see for yourself

You: I'm not leaving

Wonwoo: Then I'll just send u a pic

You: Don't u dare

Wonwoo: [media file]

Too late, baby

You: Wow... it's hum big

Wonwoo: U're still not leaving?

I'm suffering here, baby

You: I don't care

I'm not falling on ur trap

Wonwoo: Is that so? What a shame

If u don't come to me, I'll go to u

I wonder if there's a spare key...

You: Don't go through my stuff!

I don't have spare keys

Wonwoo: Is that so? Then care to explain what's this

[Media file]

You: I told u to not go through my stuff, Wonwoo!

Put that back right now!

Wonwoo: Make me, baby

Messages off

Suddenly you hear footsteps approaching your room. He must have the keys and will not hesitate to enter for sure. Once he enters you won't have any place to escape to and resisting him will be impossible. Something in Wonwoo makes it hard to refuse him.

"If you opened the door yourself it would be a lot easier." his voice says from the other side. "What do you want from me?" you question already on the edge of giving up "Why do you play with me like this, Wonwoo?".

As soon as you asked that a weird silence settled in and, not sure if he was still there, you called his name but he didn't answer. Thus you decide to open the door just to see a sad Wonwoo sitting on the floor with his back leaning against the wall.

"What's wrong?" you ask worried at the sudden mood change. "You'll never believe in me, will you?" he raises his head and you feel like a dagger went through your heart, he was... crying?

"Wonwoo, you're crying?" you ask still in disbelief, no one has ever seen Wonwoo cry, not even his best friend Mingyu.

"Yes, I am." he says sharply "I'm crying because you think you're getting hurt but you're only hurting me instead. I also have feelings, even tho I don't always show it. But I've told you several times about how I feel about you and now I know why I don't share my feelings often." he states in a mix of sadness and annoyance.

You just stay there staring at him with pity in your eyes not really knowing what to do. He was crying because you hurt him. Him. The boy who feared nothing and no one was on your floor crying his feelings out for you.

"I love you." you quickly say and not waiting for a response you hug him tightly.

He returned your hug and accommodated himself in your arms just like a little child. After a few minutes, he stopped sobbing and you smiled relieved. After all, Wonwoo was really a sensitive little boy inside of a big man's body. Only now you realized how unfair and judgmental you were being with the person you most loved.

"You love me?" he whispers happily pulling you back from your thoughts. "I do. I always have," you state a little embarrassed and he finally faces you. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" he tilts his head in confusion. "I guess I was just too afraid of commitment, I'm sorry for hurting you." you caress his cheek and he smiles.

"I love you too," he states. "I know." you smile.

"I think you should make up for all the pain you made my little heart go through." he pouts fakely with a completely different expression from earlier.

He's back.

"What do you want?" you ask naively.

He looks down at his pants and you follow his eyes with yours. His erection from earlier was now half gone but you knew it wouldn't take too long for it to be full again.

"Is that all you think about, you pervert?" you roll your eyes and stand up offering your hand to him.

"Basically." he grabs your hand but instead of getting up, he pulls you down again to sit on his lap "Don't you dare to try to run away from me again. I'll punish you, baby."

You surrender completely hypnotized by his touch. He grabbed your thighs firmly and brought you even closer to him. Roughly, but still careful, he pulls your hair back making sure your neck is totally exposed to him. You close your eyes tightly as you feel his wet lips taste your skin. He started leaving marks all over it, making sure they were visible enough for everyone to see.

"S-stop, I have classes tomorrow.." you whine but he keeps doing as if he didn't hear you "W-Wonwoo." his name leaves your mouth almost in a moan and he smirks satisfied.

"You're mine." he says firmly and stands up with you in his arms "I have to make sure everyone knows it." he walks to your room and throws you to the bed.

He climbs up on the bed quickly and without any hesitation, he takes your lips in his. Wonwoo kissed you like there was no tomorrow, he was so needy and you shared the same feelings.

"You make me crazy, Wonwoo." you thought running your hands through his hair trying to deepen the kiss even more.

You break apart from the kiss and stare deeply into each other's eyes. The vision you had was extremely hot and provocative. Wonwoo was on top of you, painting like a thirsty dog, with is messy hair falling in his face and a pair of lustful eyes gazing at you.

"Are you just going to stand there? Or are you going to fuck me?" you say in a husky voice, that made him even more aroused.

"Eager aren't we?" he smirks taking your shirt off "You're so fucking beautiful." he groans eating you only with his eyes.

He sets down a slow trail of kisses without taking his eyes off you. His gaze was so powerful that you could cum by looking at him. When finally reaching your pants he starts to open them in an annoying and provocative slow pace. You whine for him to hurry but he ignores your words once again.

"Beg, baby. Beg for me.".

"You know I don't beg, Wonwoo. Just take it off for fuck's sake." you groan but he is too persistent and wants everything his way. "Come on. Just say the words and I'll do as you desire," he smirks and you just sigh defeated.

"Please... daddy." you blush immediately after saying those words and his wild side is activated.

He quickly gets rid of all the clothes, both his and yours and gets on the bed again. You look at his length and gulp with a bit of concern in your eyes, he notices your expression and caresses your cheek.

"It's okay. I won't hurt you, baby." he smiles making you less anxious and more comfortable.

You nod in agreement and he kisses you again while slowly running his hands across all your naked body.

He stands up to get his pants and from his pocket, he takes out a condom and you watch while he puts it on. He has everything always prepared.

While distracting you with the kiss he carefully places his member on your entrance and slides it in. You break from the kiss to let out some painful moans and he kisses you again to ease the pain.

He just stays still in place waiting for your approval to start moving. Slowly your pain becomes pleasure.

"Can I go, baby?" he gently asks and you nod.

He starts slow but strong enough to make you let out louder moans. At each one of your moans he gets more and more turned on and his pace becomes faster and wilder.

"W-Wonwoo...", as he hears his name come out of your mouth he loses all his sanity and comes out of you just to enter again, roughly and madly.

"I won't be able to walk tomorrow." you think while scratching his back and spreading your legs to give him more access.

He comes out of you suddenly and you whine looking at him. He smirks at your desperation and kisses your skin from your neck to your ear.

"You should apologize for ignoring me before, baby." he takes his member and teases you by rubbing it in your entrance. "I.. I didn't." you tease.

You were playing his game as well and you wouldn't let him win that easily. Teasing him was too good.

"Is he better than me?" he bites your earlobe and rubs his member a little harder making you bite your lip. "I never tried with him to know." you tease and see his expression change completely. He was not happy at that response. "You're gonna need to be punished. Bad baby," he says standing up.

He stands in front of you as you look at him confused.

"Come here. Now." he says in a dominant tone and you hesitate "Do I need to repeat myself?" he says impatiently.

"No.." you stand up in front of him "..daddy," you smirk and he bites his lip. "Don't tease me, baby." he groans in frustration "On your knees."

"What?" you pretend to not understand and he grabs you closer by your hip. "On. Your. Knees. Now." he spanks your right thigh and you let out an unexpected moan "If you don't obey, I'll do it harder, baby."

You do as he says and kneel on the floor in front of him. He smiles satisfied and pets your head. "Good baby." he bites his lower lip looking at you and continues "Now, make daddy feel good. Will you?".

You slowly look away from his eyes to his hard cock in front of you and understand what he wants. You take it in your hand and start making up and down movements. Stroking it as well as possible, making him throw his head back in pleasure. As you hear his low tone moans you start moving faster but no, you still weren't satisfied.

You look at him and decide to take his cock in your mouth. Surprised by your warmth he lets out a loud moan and looks at you only to see a vision that turned him on even more, if that was even possible.

"Oh baby... you feel so good.." he grabs your hair slowly and starts making hip movements.

He loses his senses and starts to thrust into your mouth. Because of his sudden action, you gag a little but soon you start to keep up with his movements.

"I'm... I'm 'gonna cum.." he moans out and quickens his movements.

Moments later you feel a warm liquid fill your mouth and he slowly comes out of you. You swallow it looking directly at him and he smirks with his standard dirty look.

You get back on the bed and spread your legs wanting him to finish what he started before. He sits on the bed and taps his lap.

"Ride me."

Without losing any time you hop on his lap and begin a thirsty kiss. He grabs you by your thighs and, as he kisses you dominantly, he places you close to his member. You slide down making him enter you slowly.

You moan loudly as you feel him fill you entirely and start riding him quickly and desperately. He keeps his hands on your hips guiding your movements. Your hands are on his shoulders to help you support your body and as the pleasure runs through your body you scratch his skin.

"I... I'm almost t-there.." you are able to say in-between of the moans.

You quicken your pace and he squeezes your thighs roughly, and probably it will leave a bruise, as he feels his climax coming. You cum with a loud moan and he follows you right after. Wonwoo helps you lay on the bed and he lays beside you with a bright smile. You both look at each other and let out a sigh of happiness.

"Do you have any idea of how long I've been waiting for this?" he covers both of you with the covers and lays on his side to look at you. "I have a slight idea. I have to be honest, I've been wanting to do this for a while too." you smile looking back at him. "Then does this mean we're dating?" he smirks. "Bitch." you giggle at his question "Did you even ask?"

"To be fair I've been asking for the past two years. You're the one who hasn't been responding." he pouts like a baby. "Oh... that's true." you say embarrassed "But it's a yes. I'll date you, Wonwoo."

Messages on

You: Hey Mingyu ♡

Mingyu: Heyyy

Wassup?

You: I wanted to ask you smth

Was Wonwoo with u today?

Mingyu: Yeah. Why?

Why this sudden interest in him? U in love?

You: It's just curiosity

But really? He was with u? Don't joke :c

Mingyu: Then why did you take so long to answer?

You're using ':c' now? He really got into you, literally and metaphorically

I'm telling the truth, he was with me. He also left in a hurry bc he was going over to your house

You: Thank you, Gyu

Yeah he did "got into me"

Mingyu: HE DID? YOOOO~

I'M THROWING A PARTY

You: Stop overreacting, Guy

Mingyu: I. AM. NOT.

Wonwoo didn't have sex with not even a single soul for the past two years

He was always telling me that it was bc he was waiting for u

Bc u were the one

You: Did he really? Omg

Thanks for telling me this, Gyu

You're an angel

Mingyu: I know, I know

Messages off

You turn off your phone smiling like a child who just received the best gift. As you turn to your side you face a sleeping Wonwoo and you just stare at him happily. Slowly, trying to not wake him up, you caress his hair and kiss his forehead.

"Thank you for waiting for me, Wonwoo," you whisper.

You seek comfort between his arms and eventually end up falling asleep.

"Always," he whispers lightly.

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shizuku1303 · 4 years ago

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Promisetale_by_Shizuku

In a certain world like Dreamtale but not Dreamtale either. This place is like paradise, hundreds or thousands of flowers are always blooming in this place. If you come from other AUs, you will think these flowers are simply two ordinary flowers, but these flowers are cared for and protected by two beings. These two beings seem to have known and understood their duties from the moment they were born through the light of the flowers.

Sharing is a gentle and quite shy boy who always hides behind Selfish. But he always feels warm and happy when he is beside Selfish, to him Selfish is like an older brother (these two characters are twins).

As for Selfish, when you hear the name, you think he's a hateful person, right? But no, he has a kind and warm heart with an elegant, calm appearance, he is very quiet and quite hates noise but Sharing is the exception. Besides Sharing he feels he needs to be more mature, he sees Sharing as a loving and warm little brother. Selfish always takes care of Sharing from his clothes to eating and sleeping.

The flowers that they must protect and take care of are Selfish Flowers and Sharing Flowers, Sharing is in charge of taking care of the Sharing Flowers because whenever someone is sad or desperate he cuts a flower for someone who is feeling sad and hopeless. Flowers are like Echo flowers that can make voices, but Sharing Flowers emit words of comfort and encouragement that make others feel energized so everyone loves Sharing and wants to be friends with him. And Selfish, he is in charge of Selfish Flowers, this flower helps those who feel hate, hate themselves to feel better through the provocative words of flowers that make people feel more effort and effort. But almost everyone misunderstands the meaning that flowers bring, so they always throw back and say Selfish is bad guy, evil, witch,... many bad words are on his head, making him depressed. And of course Sharing will not know because he was led by everyone to go out leaving Selfish in the middle of a lonely field with so many harsh words.

Sometimes Sharing saw a lot of wounds on Selfish's body, he asked:

_What the matter with you, Selfish? Sharing bewilderedly asked

Hearing Sharing ask, Selfish's tears seemed to spill out, but he still managed to hold back and proved himself fine:

_No, I'm okay! I just tripped while taking flowers ... - Selfish smiled wryly.

_Moh ... You are too careless! - Sharing hug Selfish

Seeing Sharing like that he wanted to hide in his heart more because he was afraid he would make Sharing worry too much, just like that and every day that passed, he was bullied, beaten again and again when Sharing was absent. After each bullied, he held his face and cried painfully ... Alone, alone and lonely with no Sharing beside.

Leaning towards Sharing, everyone loves him, yes, they love him because of his innocence and easily taken advantage of. And of course, no one wants to be friends with him, they just use him to get the Sharing Flowers.

_Hey Selfish!

_What's matter Sharing?

_Someone invites us to a tea party tomorrow! Do you want to join? - Sharing was excited.

_ Um ... I'm not going anywhere ... I'm pretty tired ...

_ Moh ... You should be more sociable!

_ I think ... You shouldn't trust them too much ... - Selfish hugged the book tightly.

_What do you mean !?

- I don't think they are good ... They are using you ...

_You must stop that selfish thought! - Sharing shouted cut Selfish.

_Sharing ....?! - Selfish panicked.

_I ... I'm sorry ... Selfish ... - Sharing embraces Selfish.

It seems that Sharing is crying, because he hurt Selfish? Selfish was also quite surprised because this was the first time he saw Sharing cry. Not bothered that Sharing hurt him, he patted his head and comforted Sharing.

_No okay ... But promise me one thing ...

_Is what...?

_What is the matter ... Please always be by my side, don't leave me anymore ....- Selfish burst into tears like a child.

Sharing was also extremely surprised, as it was also the first time he saw Selfish cry.

_Ukm! I promise ! - Sharing hug Selfish.

After that promise, Selfish thought Sharing would fulfill his promise ... But no ... Sharing a little later and his bullying higher and higher might be like L.O.V.E. His mind grew darker ... A crazy think appeared from his mind.

"I hate you, I hate you Sharing!"

_Are not ! No ... I don't hate Sharing ...- Selfish cries and sobs.

Selfish increasingly depressed, he felt he was no longer himself ... But he still did not blame Sharing but tolerated him because he loved Sharing ... Probably ...

_Oh ... See what this exhausting monster is! - From far away a stranger is approaching him.

_Who are you ? - Selfish looks up at the sticky guy.

_How cute! You reminded me of that disgusting past! - He strangled Selfish with a tentacle.

_A ... Are you a Nightmare !?

- Surprised? Your negative emotions excite me! Want to join my group Bad Guys?

Seeing Nightmare's smirk, Selfish laughed contemptuously.

_Ha ha ha! Sorry but I want to be a better guy than make a mess like you!

Nightmare was angry at hearing that but he caught his thoughts, and said:

_Then you forgive it? That promise is broken.

Hit black heart but he still forced a smile to justify.

_Selfish I have always believed in my Sharing!

_Lie ! - The tentacles strangled his tighter_ He abandoned you! He broke his promise to you! - He grabbed the Soul of Selfish.

_ Get out ... You hateful octopus!

_Let's see - Nightmare leaves.

It seemed he sensed something so he just left like that. From afar, a group of people brought a variety of tools such as knives, cutters,... to the flower garden. They looked sure they weren't good people, so Selfish defended a small knife in his body.

_Oh ... Looks like a monster like you is still trying to live too much?

_ Get out of this flower garden now!

They ignored him and proceeded to exploit the Sharing Flowers, seeing that he pulled a knife and stabbed the destroyer in the throat, killing him from blood loss.

_You ... Are you bored of living !? - They shouted loudly

_I am bored of living! Come here if you dare!

As for Sharing, he was still happily having tea with his friends, his Soul felt insecure.

_What's the matter, Sharing?

_ I'm okay ... But my brother doesn't seem so well ...

_Do you mind that autistic guy! Life or death has nothing to do with you, right?

Hearing that, he understood more about Selfish's warning before, he clenched his teeth and frightened eyes and ran towards Selfish.

Selfish is working very hard right now, he alone cannot win against those five tall and muscular men, at first there were 6 but he already killed 1.

_Kill it and go on with your work, fools!

_Wait big brother ! We still have fun with that_ He looked at Selfish with lustful eyes.

Selfish tries to dodge them and runs quickly to where his corpse tries to pull out the knife but unfortunately gets crushed by one of them. He struggled fiercely and the knife in his hand stabbed them in the stomach of the adulteress, injuring him. He was trying to get puberty and was hit by someone who was holding a large log and broke a skull in his left eye, causing him great pain.

_That is a fool! - They trampled you.

_I won't let you guys steal the flower garden!

Then he tried to reach the Sharing Flowers, he only lightly touched the petals and the flowers turned blood red and a little black until scared.

_W... What did you do !?

_I ... I don't know ... It can't be ...

_Kill it !

Luckily Sharing stopped those thugs.

_Do not harm my brother!

_What did you guard him do? Look at the flower garden that was polluted by him!

_W... What ...- He panic.

_N... No ... Please listen to me Sharing ... I didn't do it on purpose ...

_You shut up! You are too excessive Selfish ... Flower garden like this ... Not by you, but by whom? Selfish!

Selfish's heart was broken into a hundred pieces, his heart was torn by thousands of knives, he laughed, a savage laugh.

_Hahaha! I'm wrong! I am wrong to trust you Sharing! You break your promise! Now dare to blame me !?

Selfish greedily ate those defiled flowers like a hungry devil, feeling great but also extremely painful. His body gradually became extremely painful, and his eyes and fear of being lost poured out a red-and-black fluid that was as clear as blood and a very disgusting smell like the smell of a corpse that looked disgusting and scary. Sharing and many people died. Above him, his Soul turned into a ragged Selfish Flowers. The sky darkened with blood red, signifying that something bad was about to happen.

Everyone around them ran away in a panic but could not escape the scythe of death due to the petals that Selfish shot. The wings flowers cut human's neck, pierced the heart, cut the body in half,... A horrifying scene that Sharing thought only appeared in Dreamtale's legend.

_S ... Selfish ...? - He tried to call his brother's name.

_......

_ Are you still there ...? Answer me ...

_Shut up ! Shouted Selfish.

_I... I'm sorry ...

_Sorry ? See what the hell you turned me into !? You break your promise! You blame me!

In his out of control rage he manipulated a petal to cut the back of the Sharing's left hand. Not yet mentally stable, Sharing was crushed by Selfish.

_P ... Pain ... It hurts Selfish ...- Sharing burst into tears.

No matter how painful his brother was, Selfish used the knife he used to crack the Sharing's skull at first. Sharing screamed in pain, the more he struggled, the more he hurt him. One shot, he stabbed a powerful knife into his right eye. Suddenly out of the eye and on the crack of the Sharing skull bloomed a Sharing Flowers different from the rest of which was two colors, the light radiating from the flower immediately pushed Selfish away.

_Wh ...

_Enough, follow me! - Nightmare tease Selfish.

_Selfish! Wait !

Sharing knelt helplessly and cried, all surroundings were ruined, corpses were scattered everywhere. So his Promisetale was destroyed like Dreamtale.

_I'm so tired ... I don't want to continue ...

As if he was able to finish himself, there was a gentle hand on his shoulder with a warm whisper.

_This must be your destiny, follow me together to bring positive energy to the multiverse and bring your brother back!

_ D ... Dream ...?

_Now... Let's go! - Dream holding Sharing hand pulled away.

_W...Wait Dream...!

Inspiration to write that story by :

#Dreamtale_JokuBlog

#TheGrinningKitten

I use google translate so there are some incorrect words, I hope everyone understands ^^"

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lightsorigins · 4 years ago

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Smiles

A good two hours had passed after Sara had left. On his laptop, Kieran had chosen to change the music. A calmer atmosphere spread through the room. A mixture of melancholy and bitterness. It was "Way to Go" by the band "Empire of the Sun". He was in bed, on his back, with a red pillow over his face. It had been several weeks since Sara had been cracking down on his behavior. Already that he supported badly this natural authority, in this recent period, that became for him too smothering. "Seriously, what does she care if I miss my life? " He asked himself in various ways, since he had locked himself in his room.

Enervé, he then seized his pillow and threw it on the door of his room with all his strength while letting escape a light growl. A message arrived on his cell phone, which he opened immediately.

"Still ok for tonight at home? :) »

It was Malden, one of his best friends. They were putting together a band, accompanied by another friend, Teano. On a good day, Sara would come and watch them play with the rest of the band. The two boys had met a few years earlier when they joined the athletics club for the youth of Lausya.

"Yeah, that's good. See you soon."

"No smiley face? Are you sure you're ok? :o ! »

"I tell you when we meet"

"Okay! »

Just as he was about to leave his bed, his mother knocked loudly on the door.

- What? Kieran shouted, not without making his annoyance heard.

- Kié, Amaëlle has arrived for your class. She's waiting for you in the living room, come.

Kieran took his head in his hands and took a deep breath. Then, holding his breath, he rushed to the pillow he had just thrown and started screaming into it with all his might. After that, he grabbed it and slammed it to the ground several times until he was out of breath. Kieran had completely forgotten that Amaëlle had to come. He was no longer willing. It was wearing him down, especially with the altercation he had just had.

Five minutes were enough for Amaëlle's presence to leave his mind. Kieran had turned on the music and was strolling in the room. Calmly, she knocked and opened the door.

- Can I come in? she asked very gently.

Without stopping his activities, Kieran nodded. Amaëlle took off the long fir-colored coat she was wearing, as well as her beret of the same color, to put them on her bed. Her long ebony hair was styled in a lovely bun, while her azure eyes always seemed to shine. Without saying a word, she sat down on her student's computer chair and crossed her legs, swinging her green pumps to the music. Aware that something was wrong, Amaëlle took care to close the door behind her.

She was a holoron with syor skin, very lightly made up. While she was also bobbing her head from left to right as she played the notes, Kieran watched the reflection of the light come and go on her face, which was like a vase of earthenware. This detail amused him. He addressed a very weak smile to her, then rose to turn off the music before returning to his bed.

- You don't look so good. Your mother told me about you and Sara. I passed her on the way over.

- Yeah, I'm sick of her. I can't get any peace... she's a pain in the ass.

- Don't you understand that she is worried about you?

He hesitated before answering, looking away to stare at the window before continuing.

- Yes, but it's been a few days... She's abusing me now. It's like she wants me to do what she does. I don't want to do that.

- You don't have to be like your sister Kieran, since you are not your sister. She just wants you to work on your speaking and writing skills and develop your concentration. You remember that you were the one who asked her to find someone to come and help you in the first place, right?

- I wanted her to help me, not order me around and embarrass me in front of the guys outside.

Amaëlle gave him a pinched smile.

- I know the context of the situation. You didn't honor your agreement so that made her angry. Why don't you try explaining yourself next time? You are capable of having fun when everything is going well. Don't ruin it. Not everyone is lucky enough to have a big sister who takes care of you you know?

- I know. Kieran replied, very quietly.

- I have to help you tonight. It would be a shame if your sister paid me to just come and look you in the eye. But since you probably need some quiet time, I suggest we take less time than we planned. How about it?

He nodded slowly and stood up. Together they went into the dining room and sat down facing each other. Kieran had dyslexia, as well as attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD). During part of his schooling, the manifestation of this disability put him in many difficult situations. His clumsy diction and impulsive attitudes were often the cause of mockery from his peers, and therefore a lack of confidence. It didn't take long for these challenges to lead him into bad company, and for him to participate in acts of vandalism in the city.

Amaëlle - who was contacted by Sara almost three years earlier - committed to training Kieran through diction exercises, concentration exercises, as well as giving him vocabulary to learn from time to time, essays and other types of activities. She was a Nerial (Water) Aphorist and Atmologist, who was perfecting her teaching skills. She was 25 years old and was like a caring and always available big sister to them. Over time, Amaëlle gradually became a support to the Farrian family, rather than just a private teacher.

That evening, she simply had him read out some gap-fill texts and comment on them, choosing his words carefully. Despite his bad mood, Kieran had been persistent and calm. He had cut in less often and only got up from his chair once.

- You were exemplary tonight, even with that pig-headedness you pulled throughout the exercises. I am proud of you!

Kieran did not answer for all that. Amaëlle always reserved him a small surprise after the exercises. This made him smile a little before she left.

- I have something to show you. Call your mother too! She said, cheerfully, taking her wand out of her bag.

- Mommy! I believe that Amaëlle will make a stylish turn!

Fond of these little improvised shows, Naska rushed to come and see. As always, it was more pleasant to admire her performances with the lights off. Kieran then pressed the switch and sat down on the leather sofa of the living room, stamping with impatience. His good mood had returned, at least until he saw this.

Amaëlle's tall, slender figure now stood before them, wand in hand, against the light of the hallway. In silence, she seemed to start writing in the air. The ystic symbols - the language of the mystic - gradually took shape, like threads of smoke of a dreamy turquoise blue. The colors were reflected in the eyes of Kieran and Naska, revealing their fascination. They could read "I am extremely proud of you". Amaëlle waited a few seconds, then drew a circle around the letters of Menha that she had formed. Little by little, she formed signs with her fingers, which stretched the circle into a thick bubble of water. She then took a deep breath before blowing very gently on it. The bubble with the magic letters went towards Kieran. When it reached the tip of his nose, it burst.

Suddenly, a festival of positive and deep

emotions invaded him. He felt an intense and yet discreet joy, a certain fullness and a lot of admiration. Amazed, Naska turned the light back on and gave a big smile to Amaëlle.

- How did you do that? Kieran asked, impressed.

- I learned it a short time ago, I'm perfecting it. An Aphorist's art. I tried to share with you how you made me feel tonight.

- Wow! This is really classy! How did you get to be an Aphorist? Now I definitely want to do this.

- I had to practice a lot! She answered with a laugh that brought her back to her student memories. You'll have plenty of time to find out if you want to become an Aphorist. It's not that I don't like your company, but I'm going to have to get out of here fast.

- Me too," said Kieran. I'm going to Malden's tonight.

- The building is on my way there, I think, do you want a lift? I'll go back to Welliyo afterwards, what do you say?

- Is that right? So cool!

- I've got your stuff ready, Kie. I put everything in the bathroom, in your backpack.

- Go get it all quickly Kieran, or I'll change my mind and leave without you! In the meantime, I still have some stuff in your room.

Before they left, Naska had prepared a small box with part of the dish for Amaëlle. Knowing that Sara hated boiled food and that Kieran often ate out, she preferred to offer her some of it.

Once in Amaëlle's car, it was not long before Kieran's good mood faded again, which was not lost on the young woman. The snow had given way to a driving rain, which the windshield wipers struggled to clear from the window. Kieran remained silent, waiting patiently to arrive at Malden's house. -

I have rarely seen you so worried and upset, Amaëlle admitted to him. It's not the first time you and Sara have had a fight.

- This year, it's worse. She doesn't care how I feel. All she does is yell at me whenever she sees that I can. It's as if she's shooting me in the face every time I appear.

Amaëlle paused to think of an appropriate answer. She herself had noticed that Sara was much more emotional when she had met

her before arriving at the Farrian home.

- You know, your sister is growing up and starting to have other responsibilities. She's studying for exams and may have other concerns that we don't know about.

- If she would just talk about it calmly instead of using me as a punching bag, things would be better. But as soon as I talk, I can see that she thinks I'm a jerk. You know, sometimes I wonder if she's just paying you because she's ashamed of me as a brother. I'm not sure she's really interested in my condition. But the idea of Kieran, the town jerk, being her little brother... that's got to be getting to her, so I've got to make some headway for her shitty little reputation.

- Kieran...

- I'm sure that's it.

There were two minutes left in the journey, during which Kieran continued to express what he was feeling and thinking about the situation. Nothing would change his mind at the moment, not even the best of wills, and Amaëlle understood that. She stopped in front of a damaged sidewalk, littered with scrap metal and chewing gum. A few meters further on was a neighborhood where middle-class Lausans and Malden's family lived. Kieran opened the door to get out.

- Thank you for dropping me off, Amaëlle.

- Instead of thanking me, promise me something.

Since he sensed that this would have something to do with Sara and him, he sighed quietly before answering her.

- Well, okay. But it depends on what.

- If there is any problem between you and your sister, or even if there is something else you don't feel you can handle, promise to tell me about it. I don't want you to carry this around by yourself. Is that okay? Even if it's not mine, at least talk to one of your friends. Even Renyu for example.

- Oh no, not him. He's the first one to make fun of me for every mistake I make.

- I forgot, that's true... well, is that okay?

- Yes, I'll try to do my best. See you later, Ama.

- See you later, Kiki!

- Not that nickname!

Amaelle laughed out loud. She stuck her tongue out at him, closed the car door and went on her way. These little light attitudes she could have reassured Kieran a lot, even if he didn't always say so. During the short walk to Malden's house, he lost himself in imagining what he could achieve if he ever became an Aphorist. The idea of making up for his lack of expression, of one day being able to show others that he could handle himself and that they should never have laughed at him, was a very pleasant prospect. Since he was young, he had dreamed of studying Fothîol, the Fire Atmology, to become a great adventurer. In various broadcasts, he had heard about the fighting contests between atmologists and martial artists, the squads of adventurers going to the famous Domains, where incredible creatures, treasures and the legendary Incarnations were hiding. Just imagining all that energy flowing through his body and intoxicating him, Kieran was ecstatic. This was the life he wanted to live, not just hang out in Lausya, go to college and argue with his sister.

His phone rang as he approached the Cly

home.

- Where are you? Malden asked

- I'm on my way, I'm almost downstairs.

- Okay, well, I'll be right down. Don't ring the bell, my father is taking a nap and it might wake him up. Then, my mother will bother me again.

- A nap at 7pm?

- Not always easy to be a gardener, I guess," said Malden, laughing. Well, I'm coming, see you soon!

Kieran reached the big gate: a copper

fence several meters high, impossible to cross without having the right pass, or without ringing the bell at one of the numerous apartments that were piled up behind, in the big park. He saw the light of a distant hall, and someone opening the door coming in his direction. It was Malden. He had taken a worn red raincoat and an umbrella. When he opened the door, Kieran walked in without looking at him.

- Hi," he said quietly.

- It's a good thing Ama dropped you off. Why didn't you take something to cover yourself ?

- I don't know.

Without a word, Malden handed him his umbrella. The two boys continued down the hall without talking, and once they were in the elevator, the conversation started again.

- Did something happen outside? Malden asked.

- Nah, it's Sara.

- Again? But that's all the time?

- I guess so.

Kieran still wasn't much of a talker. When they arrived at the apartment, they went silently to Malden's room. When Malden opened the door, he was surprised to see his brother emptying one of his closets.

- Isaac, what the hell are you doing in my room?

The young boy was startled and stood up like a post in front of his brother and Kieran. -

Oh oh...

- What did you come for now? I already told you that I didn't want to see you here! -

I needed a pen to write something and...

- Don't fuck with me, there are plenty of pens everywhere! Just ask Sawako or Hayate!

Akane, Malden's mother, arrived with a heavy step. She had long black hair, some of which fell over her face, and a dark, piercing, often angry look. When he saw her, Malden put his hands over his face and blew out a loud breath. -

Damn, here we go...

- How do you address your brother Malden? I've told you to talk different!

- How many times have I told him to stay out of here?

- You don't set the rules in this house! You don't pay rent, you don't do the shopping! If your brother has something to look for he does it, whether you like it or not! This is my home!

- No, but he can at least ask me!

- You weren't there!

- Then he should have waited! -

Do you have something to hide in your room to put yourself in such a state just because Isaac entered? Just because Kieran's here doesn't mean you can start messing with me, Malden, you hear me?

Isaac hadn't moved an inch, watching the whole conversation carefully. A sardonic laugh escaped from between his lips, then he took a notebook out of his pocket before writing down a few sentences in a table named "Malden", and ran off. The argument continued for a few more minutes.

- If you keep yelling like that you're going to wake up Dad! Malden said.

- By now it's about time he got up.

Still with the same energy, she closed the door and went to wake up Richard Cly, the father of the family. Kieran sat down on Malden's bed and laughed nervously.

- It seems to be a good vibe in here too. - I don't know what's wrong with her right now, it seems like Isaac gets to do everything. And me, no privacy.

- Why are you so upset about him coming into your room?

- Because he lies and acts so weird. He writes things about me in a notebook and talks about them with Suzanne without telling me what they are. They think I'm a freak, and I don't even know why.

Kieran frowned as he imagined the situation.

- Okay, yeah. It's pretty weird.

- Anyway, that's how it is. What about you and Sara?

Once again, Kieran explained his altercation with his sister, and how he felt about it. The simple fact of being so little considered, and especially of being locked in by precepts he did not share, made him hateful. -

Sara and I used to have a lot of fun, but I have a feeling it will never be the same. All he cares about now is getting rich and doing biology.

- There will always be Teano and me just in case!

- I know, but this is different. -

I understand that, and I'm sorry. I feel like that sometimes with Melva. I feel like it's never going to get better. If you want, I'll talk to Sara if I get a chance. -

You know what, we weren't supposed to meet for this tonight. We should put on "Alvist War"! We have a fight to watch. I'm tired of being pissed off from earlier, I want to think about something else!

A big smile appeared on Malden's face. Without a word, he went to get his laptop and put it on the bed. "The Alvist War was a television program that was shown every evening, but was also broadcast on various platforms on the Internet. Atmologists of varying levels took part in clashes every venckelbuth, broadcast live, and this throughout the year! They judged the quality of the atmos used, their choice, and not necessarily the damage caused. On this night, a Heroine (Fire and Sun atmology) was to face a Cantator (Lightning and Lightning atmology)! Malden checked the website to be sure of the time of the confrontation.

- There's plenty of time. I know they were planning to move the time exceptionally because of the problems with the GCA, but we still have thirty minutes.

- Do you think your mom will let us watch this in the bedroom?

- Either she'll let us, or we'll watch it in the living room with everyone else, or we'll watch the replay. - Oh, the replay sucks. I want to live the thrill of the moment, when you see them doing crazy things!

- Yeah, I agree, but thanks to Isaac, my mom's all fired up tonight. I'm not sure she'll choose to be nice and leave us alone.

A thought crossed Kieran's mind. He squinted his eyes and gave her a big smile without saying a word. - I don't like it when you make that face, Kié. What are you thinking about?

- I don't know, your mom seems pretty busy, your siblings too, your dad's in the coltard after a nap at the worst time of the day...

- Yeah... so?

He checked that Malden still had his shoes on his feet.

- And so I'm going to use my superpowers.

Without warning, Kieran leapt onto the bed, shut Malden's laptop and put it in his bag. He grabbed his arm and pulled with all his might. Malden slipped off the bed and rolled a few inches.

- What the hell are you doing?

- Let's go! I've got some more nanthilia at home.

- You know how to talk to me.

- You got your clip? Quick, grab it and let's go.

Malden was still putting on his raincoat in the middle of the hallway. He pulled up his slightly baggy pants and almost tripped twice as he caught his feet in his shoelaces. Kieran opened the front door, when Akane's voice rang out from the other end of the house.

- Who's going out at this time of the night? she shouted.

- It's Malden! said Isaac, who was not far away.

Already on the landing, Kieran signaled to Malden to hurry up. Seeing that his friend hesitated, he grabbed him again and pulled him with all his strength before closing the door behind him. They made their way down the three flights of stairs, nearly falling again several times. They ran through the park, opened the door and started running through Lausya. -

This is what track and field is for! Kieran exclaimed with a laugh.

- When I come back tomorrow, they're all going to kill me.

- Just come home!

- I can't spend my life at your place, how am I going to paint and do my sports? I have to see Sylva too!

- We'll find a way!

That evening, Akane made several phone calls to her son, but Malden never picked up. They had arrived home soaking wet. Naska was happy to know that her son would spend the evening at home, and especially that his boiled Yone would finally be consumed. When she asked why the boys had returned, a simple, poorly crafted lie had been enough to convince her.

As Malden began to eat the yone with his pakato puree with pavarus and echex, Kieran pulled out the nanthilia he had hidden under his desk. For a moment, he remembered the discussion with Amaëlle, who told him that Sara was worried about him. He hesitated. But the memories of his screams and his persuasion about Sara's true motives came back to him. The wound that had been growing inside him reopened immediately, and anger rose. He got up to lock his bedroom door and rolled two joints. He gave one to Malden before lighting both.

- It's going to start in a few minutes," Malden said after thanking him. Who do you think will win? -

My money is on Syzia, the Heroine. Already, she's using Hanoma atmos that no one has ever seen. When she introduced herself, she said she had done a lot of research in Nelthis, with the Grimoire of Balance, and had spent a lot of time learning old Hanoma. - It's not dumb, but in a way, we've already seen Albert come through a few times and win his matches. He sings great and people love it. And don't forget that he also uses Hanoma, some of which he developed himself!

- Yeah... It's tight though. But he's old Albert, I think he's over 60 years old. Syzia, I think she's even younger than Amaëlle!

- So what?

- People prefer to give their chance to the younger ones. -

I hope they won't vote like that, it's not very fair. Or maybe they should make a "War of the Alvists - Senior Edition". That would probably be better. The older ones have so much experience in general...

- Yeah, but they're usually doing the same things, so you don't learn much from them, I think.

- Well, it's starting!

The Alvist War took place in Susalia, in Sei-Galtar. A big kingdom often considered as the mysticillian capital. The credits were presented with a dynamic and very rhythmic music, and a short presentation of the candidates. Malden and Kieran were never able to sit still each time they found themselves in front of the show. For a few minutes, the show's host spoke about the situation that had caused the show to be moved. A group of arcanists called "Black-Wings", a branch of the infamous "Guild of Antis", had stirred up trouble for reasons still unclear.

- Yes, yes, we know about that! Kieran persisted. I want the fight!

The introductions went on and on, even though the challengers were known to the public. The two boys knew that this process was supposed to make the viewers reconsider their preferences and make their judgment more difficult. But with them, it didn't work!

After long minutes, Syzia and Albert arrived at the big field where they would compete. They were given five minutes, after which the other challengers came to replace them for their own fight. At the end of the show, the votes would be revealed to everyone, as well as the decisions of the jury.

- He's pretty good-looking for his age, Albert," says Malden. Well dressed, little jacket and shiny shoes, the little groomed haircut and all. The well-trimmed beard and the winner's smile. -

He is a nogdarr at the same time, they are always stylish! And Syzia is a class act too !

It was a young anekionne dressed with an armor of Almandol and Helyor, where were engraved runes in hathôm language. The alloys with which she was covered shone with a red and orange glow. Her face was thin, her skin black, and her eyes a piercing yellow. There was nothing but cold determination, and nothing else.

- Her chelicerae give me the creeps. Look, it looks like she cut them to kill the people she kisses. I can imagine her leaning over to kiss Albert and then bang: she pierces his cheek.

- You're disgusting, man! You know that with our animal barriers, these things can't happen.

- Yeah, but imagine: there, she puts him on the ground, he has no more Anima, and she comes to kiss him.

While they were talking, the fight began. Without a word, Syzia rushed towards Albert while executing a series of signs with her fingers. When everyone expected her to deliver the kick she had enchanted with pink flames, a wall of pale green light blocked her path. Albert was standing in front of her, unperturbed, still smiling. He began to sing a short sentence with his tenor voice. Small emerald sparks began to converge in the sky. Sizya looked around, worried.

- What a handsome kid Albert is! Malden exclaimed again. He masters, you see, he doesn't even have to move!

- It's true, he's super stylish.

As the lightning was about to strike Sizya, the young anekonia jumped at the last moment to avoid the blast. Several times, she tried to come back to the charge but Albert's protection was very strong. However, everyone could see that as time went by, her shine was fading. Soon, she would have broken this damn protection and could reach the old man!

- She's going to make it," said Kieran. Everyone knows her, she won't let go.

Rather than strike again, Sizya took some distance. Closing her eyes, she crossed her legs and sat on the floor, then began to levitate. The audience began to raise their voices. Kieran's eyes widened.

- No? Is she really going to do that now?

- It's a very good idea. If she invokes an afterglow, things could be totally different for Albert.

Lest she cause too much damage, Albert readjusted his defenses by erecting variable shapes around him. Diamonds of emerald light, spheres, circles and a whole bunch of random creations weaving together and resulting in a magical and brilliant tapestry. The whole thing was nimbed with sparks and shimmering of all greens, which greatly impressed the spectators.

- She better do something worthwhile," Malden commented. People want to be wowed, and Albert understood that. Look what he did.

- Hell, yeah! He's really good, I'm starting to think he has a chance.

- He's always had a chance!

The art of the Heroines was to invoke afterglow from other times or dimensions, where various deities were believed to exist. The Heroines manage to channel the essence of the faith of these individuals across space and time, and invoke the crystallization of what they believe in. Thus, behind Sizya, the silhouette of a huge colossus was outlined by dots of pink Menha. A man of thick musculature, with a full beard and long hair flowing down behind his bare back. His face seemed marked by an unspeakable fatigue. He carried a forge hammer in his right hand and an anvil in his left.

- I think I know this invocation," said Malden.

- Which one is it?

- Hephaestus. Renyu told me about it once, they had come across images and treatises from the Heroines' classes while researching the dragons of the Mystician. The downside is that it's not Hanoma! It's classy, but not as bold as Albert's creations.

Hephaestus' remanence, once fully drawn, put his foot heavily on the ground. As he did so, a powerful, fiery shockwave crossed the battlefield. When it met the shapes created by Albert, more than half of them went up in smoke. Hephaestus raised his hammer and threw it straight at Albert. Opening his arms wide, he let out a mighty howl, ready to act again. Kieran and Malden looked at each other in amazement.

I'm not sure if summonses normally do that," Kieran remarked. Are you sure she's not doing a Hanoma?

- I don't know, but it's really shocking. It could be.the remaining time, Albert and Sizya continued to battle, bringing to life phenomena as surprising as each other. The summoned Hephaestus remained on the field until the announcer announced the end of the battle. It was rare for the audience to make so much noise in the stands. The two challengers shook hands before leaving. Regardless of the outcome of the votes, they seemed to be mutually satisfied with the experience, and to have impressed each other so much. Kieran and Malden spent the rest of the evening watching the other matches, which were all equally interesting.

When the show was over, they decided to go to sleep, but it was impossible for them not to discuss everything they had seen. They spent most of the night talking about these incredible shows, and then they went into their most incredible daydreams. Every time they found themselves in complete darkness, they had this urge to remake the world.

- So you want to be an Aphorist now?

- I don't know. Now that I've seen all the fights I still want to do something else, I can't decide.

- It was atmology, that doesn't prevent you from being an Aphorist on the side. It's a martial art. -

And you, are you still in the idea of being an Inleier?

- Yeah, I think it's going to stay. I like the idea of using my emotions to do something with them. I know that at the Inleier house, I'll get what I need. - Doesn't it scare you to know that you have to dip into your animal reserves to fight?

- No, since I want to do lightning atmology as part of the healing. If I have a problem, I can fix it.

- Or Sylvania can heal you! Kieran exclaimed in a burst of laughter.

Malden laughed in his turn with an embarrassed air before kicking him.

- You're an idiot! Anyway, she has a much better future ahead of her.

- Aren't you supposed to meet tomorrow?

- Yes, she's got a few things to teach me on the piano. And then apparently she composed another song. Maybe she can join the band with Teano and us. It would be great if she could come with us, but she's still got some crazy restrictions with her mom...

- You'd be happy if she was there, right, Kieran said.

- Yeah, I'd be happy if she joined us.

For the past few weeks, Kieran had suspected that Malden had feelings for their friend. Although he denied it, the young man was still very attracted to Sylvania, but the nature of this attraction was still very unclear to him. Only one thing was clear: something in Sylvania reminded him a little Mélva, his twin sister. He missed her a lot. Because of Kieran's teasing and this unsettled feeling, Malden fell asleep dreaming about them.

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I love how you don't limit stuff and I want to see more groups written about so may I please have a story with (even a little scenarios thing or whatever) with Siwan of ZE:A when his girlfriend is a couple months older than him but he still wants to be called oppa since they are both born the same year...? Please, thank you and have a lovely day!!

Hello, Thank You for sending in your request!! It was an honor writing for a group that I really care about because they rarely get any love. Forgive me for any mistakes and N’joy!!

PAR T_T IME

Admin AJ

A phone sat away from its owner, as it vibrates on the table trying to get the attention of its owner who sat not two feet away. Its screen lit up as the messages popped up at an urgent pace.

New Messages:

Kwanghee:

Hey! You were suppose to be here already!

Kwanghee:

Remember Yongjin MBC Dae Jang Geum Park! 3 p.m!

Hyungsik:

(Y/N), you are still coming right?

Kwanghee:

You are late!

Kwanghee:

HELLO? WHERE ARE YOU?

“(Y/N), you phone keeps going off.” a coworker calls to you, pulling you out of your busy mind.

You were so engrossed into your work you didn’t even hear the continuous vibrations coming from your phone beside you.

You didn’t even read the messages, your eyes zeroing on the time displayed on your homescreen “Oh my God! I’m late!”

You panicked trying to gather your work supplies. Throwing basically everything from your desk into you bag.

‘Im can not believe this, I’m sooo late.’ you thought to yourself as you tried to quicken your pace.

Skipping the elevator, as constant motion felt better to you as opposed to waiting, you sprint down the stairs leading to the parking complex. Your phone continuously ringing, a constant reminder of your lateness, as you fumble for your keys to unlock your door.Plopping into the driver’s seat you attempt to catch your breath before answering the annoying device.

*Kwanghee

Pressing the answer button you hear Kwanghee firing questions at you before you even have the phone to your ear.“Finally! We’ve been messaging you! Where are you? Did you forget. You precious Oppa will be disappointed if you are not here.”

“I’m on the road.” You say, trying to get him to quiet down, however, you make the mistake of slamming your door.

“Lair,” he says as he catches your bended truth. You can see the smirk through the phone and in order to regain a little dignity you say, “Well now I’m on the road Kwanghee. I’ll see you soon.”

“YAH!! Don’t hang up, I’m not done with you yet!” You hear shuffling before you another voice, one much softer on the ears, comes through the phone. “Drive safe noona, see you soon. Bye.” You hear more shuffling and yelling as Kwanghee attempts to grab the phone back. “Bye Hyungsik, I’ll see you soon.”

Hanging up you pull out of the parking lot making your way to Yongjin MBC Dae Jang Geum Park.

Luck was on your side today with minimal traffic lights and after work traffic as you made it to the set in less than an hour.Exiting you car you pull out your phone ready to call the two Ze:a members, “Noona!”

You look up to see the tall lanky member from Ze:a running towards you lifting you off the ground with a hug.

“Hyunsik!”

“Come on Noona. Hyung is waiting for us” he said as he turned and walked in the direction in which he came from.You let him lead you through the set.

“The main palace is blocked with the filming crew so we have to take a side route.”

“Look who finally showed up” Kwanghee said in mock annoyance as he caught the both of you approaching from the side.

“I’m not the one here to study up on my acting” you teased back.

Saving you from hearing any more of Kwanghee’s nagging, a voice interrupted, “If you wanted pointers Kwanghee you could’ve just asked me.”

You didn’t even have to turn to see how had made that remark, you just knew. Like most things that involved him, you smiled and turned to greet him. He stood before you looking rather regal in his blue outfit as a scholar tutor.

“Aish y/n you should let his ego get any bigger. He’s still unknown compared to me. Everybody knows me, I am Kwanghee from Ze:a, number one visual, singer, and actor.” Kwanghee

rises from his chair his voice traveling across the set.

“Hyung, people are looking at us now.” Hyungsik timidly hides behind you as the stares of the staff focus on your small group.

“Anyway I’m glad you came.” Siwan says taking your hand “It means so much to me.”

“Oppa us too, right?” Kwanghee shoots in

Siwan rolls his eyes “Don’t call me that but yes, thank you everyone for your support.” As he does a mock bow to Kwanghee sitting in his chair. Pleased with Siwan’s gratification, Kwanghee nods in satisfaction. “No, thank you hyung for letting us come” the youngest of the group does a bow of his own.

“Im Siwan, we are ready for you on set.” the director called out in a monotone voice.

“Thank you, I’ll be right there.” Siwan replies to the staff before turning back to the group. Rubbing the back of his neck releasing a sigh. He didn’t have to say anything for you to know he was a little nervous. “I guess I’ll see you guys later.”

“Good luck Siwan.You’ll do great.” squeezing his hand in reinsurance. “Im Siwan Fighting!” shouted the two Ze:a members gaining the attention from the staff once again.

Siwan’s luck seemed great today. So great, in fact, that you were wondering if it had been that very same luck that got you to the set in a timely manner. Today’s scene required the cast to play a football match involving the Prince and his royal court.

“I feel as if we are watching the very first Idol Sports Championships not a historical drama.” Kwanghee sighs from his chair.

“Come on Kwanghee, this is Siwan’s big break in acting. This means alot to him.”

“Aish don’t get all sappy for your Oppa”

“Why do you call him that?”

“Call him what?”

“You know the opposite of hyung….”

Kwanghee stares at your expectedly

“Which is…?”

“Come on don’t make me say it Kwanghee!”

“The question is why don’t you?”

Your jaw went a little slack at Kwanghee’s comment, and you felt your ears getting warm. ‘No matter how many times I tell them, they never know when to just accept it,’ you thought before going on to vocalize the same thing you always say, “We already discussed it before. We are born born within the same year and I’m even a few months older than him.”

“And?”

Before you could answer cheers erupted through the playing field.You were amused to see that Siwan was still able to move with his outfit. His nerves must as settled as well since the scene didn’t demand much from him. He also started to get more involved with the game. He then received the ball making his way toward the goal, scoring a point. He turns to your group with the biggest smile as your group cheers from the sidelines.

“Okay that scene is finished” staff

The staff, crew, and actors all thank each other

Siwan makes his way over to your group.“You did great out there.” He throws his arms around you and pulls you in close for a hug. You smiled at the contact and almost laughed as Kwanghee gasped at the open display of affection.

“I did better knowing you were here.” Siwan said with a smile as he pulled away from the hug and looked at you.

“Well I need to get out of this,” looks to his outfit “thing. And I need to go over the script once more with the director.”

Siwan then turns his gaze to Kwanghee, gaining the others attention.

“Kwanghee care to help?”

“Me?”

“Yes I’ll give you those pointers you need.”

“I don’t need your help but after seeing you today, it’s obvious that you need some advice.”Kwanghee stated with an eye roll. Ignoring him Siwan turned and said to you,

“I’ll see you at the entrance then.” Siwan brings your knuckles to his lips before leaving with Kwanghee in tow.

You and Hyungsik wait at the entrance as you were asked to. Surprisingly enough, it wasn’t long until they finally returned.

“y/n!” a voice yells, grabbing your attention immediately.

You turn to Kwanghee stomping toward the entrance with Siwan running to catch him.

“Your oppa wants to rehearse some lines! Apparently I’m doing an awful job and he can’t get into character! Fool who does he think he is blaming me!”

“Here! You deal with him!” Kwanghee shoved the script into your hands grabbing Hyungsik.

It took you a moment to process everything he had said, since he talks so fast. With one look at the script in your hand, it finally clicked, ‘You were no actress…’

In order to try and reverse what happened you called after the man attempting, and succeeding, escape.

“Hey Kwanghee wait!”

He just continued to drag Hyungsik down the walkway.

Siwan caught up to you

“Is he going to be okay?” y/n

“He’ll be fine.” Siwan

“I’m more worried about Hyungsik.” y/n

Both of you laugh

You turn your attention back to Siwan. “So you need to rehearse?”

With you implied agreeance to help his eyes light up and a smile soon follows, giving you a glimpse of how happy he was to receive your help.“You’ll help me” he said in a manner, that made your heart skip. “Of course.” you replied with a smile of your own, helping him do something he loved was the most rewarding for you after all.

You are unaware of the plot of the drama, but what is handed to you is similar to romance drama.

“Okay we’ll start here.”

“When the beautiful moon is shining. My mind is restless and throughout the night I toss and turn with most nights sighing.”

“You make this look easy” y/n

“Is it only when the moon shines that you are….” You stumble over the lines at first but as you progress you find yourself into character along with him.

“It is not just the moon but gazing at the stars brings me to tears.”

“And may I ask why the night causes you to ache with these emotions?”

“I miss you so much that I can not fall asleep. Traces of you linger around me. During those bleak nights where I am unable to hold onto you I long for your warmth. Whether it be the moon or the stars shining they are nothing in comparison to your eyes and your smile. I keep thinking of the you. I could always hear the soft sound of your breath in my ears. And when are apart I can not hear your voice.”

He steps closer and reaches out to grab your hand resting by your side. He pulls you close looking into your eyes, and you couldn’t help but feel that this was not just some script. ‘How can some script make my heart react like this’ you think as he continues with his line, “So I am just here alone and it drives me crazy”

His performance left you speechless. You just stare in his eyes for a moment before embarrassingly pulling yourself away rushing through the script.

“I can’t hold onto you anymore. Don’t say that you miss me. Don’t say it It hurts too much It makes it hard to forget you Oppa…”

The last word snaps you back to reality. You get flustered covering your face with the script.

“Oppa?” Siwan just smiles at you.

“Yay it worked!” you hear Kwanghee and Hyungsik clapping from behind you.

“You set this up?”

“No he was the one.” Shaking his head pointing at Kwanghee

“Yah you wanted this. You knew she was never going to say it willingly!”

You couldn’t believe that they had set up something so elaborate but you didn’t realize how much it meant to him.“I don’t like being tricked “oppa”.”

That silences the bickering members and brings Siwan’s attention back to you.

He tries to give you a hug but you are still mildly upset about the whole situation.

You playfully hit his arm but he just kept smiling “Please say it one more time.”

“Don’t count in it Siwan! But we’ll see.”

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