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Roses and Romeo

Harry and Y/N come back to their hometown after eight years to open up a time capsule they buried ten years ago as high school sophomores.

Word count: 20,534

A/N: Hello beautiful friends, hope you’ve been well. I’m really excited to share this story. It is a former high school sweethearts to lovers. Thank you to @havethetimeofyourstyles Jill for creating timetravelathon and allowing me to participate. I am very sorry it’s later but I finished!!! I do hope you all love it.

Also this story is my baby, because i’ve never hit 20k before so this was new and exciting. I just had so many ideas for the story.

please come and tell me your favorite part!

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DECEMBER 1989 - SENIOR YEAR

It's December, and all that is on her mind is how the grass would look covered in snow. The cold breeze, an extra jacket to stay warm, a blanket to bundle up with her favorite person. Safe to say, she can only imagine it because California, specifically Southern California, isn't so keen on giving her this one gift she asks for each year.

A huge smile spreads over her face as soon as she sees her house up ahead.

It's not huge, but it is perfect for Y/N. She has the best memories growing up in a house full of love and laughter and the most gorgeous flowers. The iris and tulips bloomed extra bright this year. There is never a day her mom isn't fixing the garden. Her mother always makes sure she has fresh flowers in her room; right now, for the week, she has purple tulips. Also makes a lovely gift to take to her boyfriend. Harry always blushes when she brings him flowers.

It also gets her extra kisses.

Harry parks right outside but doesn't rush out to open her door like always, so she turns to look at him. He's tapping his fingers on the steering wheel; she patiently waits for him to speak up.

She'd wait all day if she could; he has a beautiful face, one that she will never get tired of gazing at. She especially loves that curl that flops down over his forehead; as much as he pushes it away, it bounces back as if he never moved it.

"It's Friday, love." Harry begins, "I think you should consider coming with me to a party."

She pouts. "No, I want to listen to that new record my dad found, and I also have lots to study. Big exam on Monday."

"You're always studying." He groans.

She frowns. "Not true! Calculus is my biggest enemy. Mr. Leanza is not easy on us."

"Okay, Miss 101%." He pokes her cheek.

She huffs and crosses her arms over her chest in annoyance.

"I'm not going to go just for you to tease me."

Harry leans over and steals a kiss before she can dodge him. "Let's play a game." He sees her roll her eyes but asks her to hear him out.

She gestures for him to go on. "I go in and quiz you. Zero wrong out of all the flashcards you have in that bag of yours, and I get to take you with me. I already have parent permission. I'll have you know."

She narrows her eyes at him. Not ever surprised that her parents agreed, they trust Harry. He's given them no reason not to. She's about to tell him, no, but he gives her a big smile. His dimples are on full display, and she finds herself agreeing.

She mutters a small "okay."

Harry smiles, knowing how she likes to make him work for it, but he really enjoys finding new ways to win her over. He might have cheated, flashing her his dimples that he knows she can't resist, but he never said he played fair. "Only if I get to drive Nessie."

Nessie is Harry's classy white 1966 Mercedes-Benz 230 SL. She was never interested in cars, but Harry speaks so fondly of his car that she has come to learn so much about it and loves it just as much as Harry and her father together taught her how to change a tire and check the oil on Nessie. They want to prepare her for anything, and she is thankful because Harry likes to test her from time to time.

Harry smirked, knowing how much she loves driving. She loves it but does not cave in letting her parents get her a car. Her parents have wanted to get her a car since she got her license at sixteen, but Y/N claims it is too much money to spend.

Her parents tell her they have saved enough for her and her education. It's like raising an only child. They remind Y/N all the time since her brother has graduated university and now lives in San Francisco as an engineer in a growing company.

Harry has been meeting discreetly behind her back with her parents on gifting her a car this Christmas. Although he fears that having a car will mean less of him driving her around. Meaning they will spend less time together and fewer backseat make-out sessions, but on an upside also means he'd have to help her christen it.

"Darling, you dating me for my car?"

"Yes, dearie. I started dating you back in our first year because you had Nessie, not because of those dimples and lame jokes.

"You told me you love them!" Harry gasps, offended.

"Tell you what you want to hear." She shrugs, getting out of the car.

"Hurting my feelings, love." Harry now stands in front of her taking her bag from her hand and closing the door behind her.

"Let's get inside." She pushes him to walk in quickly, knowing her parents aren't home yet and her mom isn't due for another thirty minutes, and she would really love to squeeze in a make-out session.

"Compliment me, then we can go in." Harry stands firm in front of her, a teasing glimmer in his emerald eyes.

She reaches up and places her hands on his cheek, planting a small kiss on his nose.

"You're a dreamboat, Styles." She whispers.

Harry can't help the blush that seems to be taking over his entire face.

She pecks his lips and skips around him. "Let's get studying, then you can help me pick my outfit for later."

Harry shakes himself out of the trance she always seems to leave him in. "God knows you need it

JUNE 1998 - SUMMER HOME

Y/N had always known she was a bit crazy but honestly, deciding on making a 44-hour road trip from Massachusetts to California, where her hometown of Aurora takes the cake.

Yes, she knows how unsafe it is to be a woman on the road alone, but she saved up for the trip and would be spending the entire summer home for the first time since graduating high school. A plus was that she knows the map really well, having studied it hard like one of her anatomy books. Also, helped that her father quizzed her on what roads and exits she would be taking.

She's a good driver; her father always told her everyone else is who she had to watch out for. Honestly, she thanked her family for pushing her to drive more, and now she loves being behind the wheel.

The road was never-ending, taking her where she wanted, and currently, she was aiming for home.

It's four hours until she reaches home, a home she has not lived in for over eight years. A place that holds her most precious memories as well as most heartbreaking.

She's driving with the window down, enjoying the breeze, knowing the heat will only get worse the closer to home. A car passes next to her; she looks over briefly, taking in the vehicle's blue color. It does look a bit old; as the driver accelerates their speed, she notices that it's a Mercedes-Benz but can't make the model seeing as the driver must be eager to reach their destination now speeding off. If she's honest, those types of cars remind her of one person, and that's how she knows she'll never escape because she finds meaning for them in anything and everything life has to offer.

The last few hours on the road pass relatively quickly because the next thing she knows, she's parking her Jeep Cherokee in what she used to call her parking. This car has spent nine years with her and runs like a dream. It was a gift from her parents, and at the time, she was nervous about the gesture but really grew to love it. It also came in handy, seeing as she now lives far from home and visits as much as she can. She hopes to make more trips up now that she has residency but knows it will be harder to get holidays off.

Her parents understand; they do. She's following her dreams and achieving each one, and that is all they could ever ask for.

Y/N gets out and gets her suitcase; it has her essentials and anything she's missing; she can come out later to get it, well her father will most likely fight her and do it on his own.

Just as she is about to open the door, it swings open. Her mother doesn't give her any time to react and simply wraps her in a hug. A tight one full of love and happiness, an embrace she will never get tired of.

"Hi, momma," Y/N murmurs, not at all ready to let go.

"Hello, my sweet girl. It's good to have you home."

"It's good being here. Feel younger already."

"Ah, same here. Come inside; I have lemonade served up and muffins because they are your favorite."

Y/N smiles, knowing how much her mother made sure to have her well-fed always. No matter what she told her, she wanted her with meat on her bones. This also meant anyone who she brought home was given a big meal as well. Telling everyone and anyone they were too thin then proceeding to provide them with a second serving. This was her mother's way of getting into people's hearts through their stomachs.

Y/N walked into the kitchen and smiled at how nothing had changed. Hanging on the refrigerator were her three graduation photos: high school at seventeen, ready to take the world by storm, at twenty-one graduating with the highest honor from Columbia University, and the last was graduating Harvard Medical school this past spring. She knew the next to join would be a photo of her on the first day of her residency.

"Your father refuses to take any down; when your brother comes into town, he complains. Your dad shuts him up by telling him to go be a doctor, and then they could talk."

It warms Y/N's heart that her parents are proud of all the accomplishments she has made. It's been a tough road, but nothing stops her until she accomplishes her goals, and starting her residency is the next stop.

"Like dad's office is covered full of his accomplishments since entering that job in San Francisco." She jokes, transitioning the conversation away from herself.

"The oldest child always seems to be the most jealous." Her mother reminds her.

After eating a muffin or two, her mom sends her off on a walk, not wanting her to be cooped up in the house on her first day back. She has always loved walking around. It's something she did when her friends weren't able to offer her a ride. Also, her parents would walk her to the park every weekend growing up to run around in the grass and ruin more clothes with grass stains.

It's no surprise that she arrives at the entrance of the town's park. It looks like there is no one around until she really enters and finds a family seated on a picnic planet as their youngest tries feeding their oldest strawberries. It's a sweet sight.

She keeps going, not at all wanting to disturb; soon enough, she enters the part of the park no one really visits and finds the old park bench with lots of initials carved in the wood, hers included. It creaks as she sits on it; she smiles, knowing that it is something that has not changed.

There aren't many flowers in this corner, just a big willow tree offering her shade that she very much enjoys.

It's nice being home, she's missed it, but she has loved living in new places, making new friends and connections. She spent her first four years in New York, and she loved the environment. It was a university filled with thousands of people never seeing the same face twice in the halls. Everyone was always in a rush to get somewhere but not here, not at home. Everyone stops her for a conversation. They talk to her as if no time has happened, as if she was still the young girl who helped her mom tend the garden each weekend.

In a way, she always will be.

She wanted this time to explore and travel because she knows this where she'll come back one day to lay her roots. She and her future husband will marry here, maybe at the botanical garden with the beautiful flower arch all year round. It's where she sees her children growing up and running around as she once did. She's got her residency to finish up, but she's looking forward to when she can call Aurora home again.

After sitting for a while, she decides she will come back with a book or two next time. If she's going to be here all summer might as well start by doing some reading on books she has not gotten around to reading. Y/N is thinking about leaving when her eyes spot a couple coming down a hidden path, a small daisy behind the girl's ear, her arm tight around her boyfriend's arm. He's got the biggest smile on his face. They look so lost in each other, one can feel their love.

It reminds her of when she used to do that. When she did that with Harry before they broke up and never spoke again. It breaks her heart, but it also brings back some of the best memories. He'd always bring her here just so they could talk for hours so that she'd tell him more about the flowers and to kiss in private.

One of her favorite memories is when they were in their third year of high school, and he asked to meet for a surprise. She stands up and shakes the memory away, not wanting to get lost in her thoughts. It's harder to do now that she's home and she can see him everywhere she looks.

With that last thought brushed away, she decides to walk back home. She's got a few days to herself before meeting with everyone; there was the big reason she was back in town.

It was time to open a box of memories.

APRIL 1989 - JUNIOR YEAR

Harry is up to something.

She suspects something because he made her walk to the park when he would always be quick to offer her a ride. Sure, it's only a ten-minute walk from her house, but he always says something along the lines that not everyone is as kind as they seem.

It's April, and the flowers are in full bloom. She hears the birds singing, and she swears they sing of the beauty of the flowers. It's also bee season, meaning lots will be around the park, and as much as she loves them, Harry has a big fear of them. Y/N has mentioned various times that they don't mean to harm him; it can just happen. Especially if they get startled.

Y/N takes note of a new flower; it's a small white four-petaled flower that grows in fragrant clusters. They smell divine, but she knows she has never seen them. She really wishes she had her father's polaroid on her to take a photo and show her mother. Any other day she would turn back to do just that, but Harry is waiting on her.

She walks to the back of the park where Harry has claimed their spot, their initials carved in the bench make sure of that. He's standing next to the viola's, and they stand dull next to Harry.

"Hiya, angel." Harry greets hands hiding behind his back.

"Hello." She greets softly; Harry can easily note she's nervous. Any other time she would have given him the biggest hug, but right now is keeping an appropriate distance.

"Are you nervous?" He teases, which honestly calms her down because if he's teasing her, it surely means he doesn't want to break up so she can toss that idea right out.

The last few ideas left are that it's an important anniversary and she's forgotten, or he just wanted to be romantic.

She hopes it's the latter.

"Not so much anymore." She replies truthfully, stepping closer, desperately wanting to give him a hug. He looks warm in his knitted baby blue sweater; she knows it was a Christmas gift from his grandmother, his new favorite.

If he's not wearing his cardigan, he's wearing his varsity jacket, but it's at the dry cleaners because when it's not in his possession, it's in hers. She likes the heaviness of it, how small it makes her look. Harry is the perfect height, standing at what she thinks is 6'0, but she can't be too sure. His broad shoulders only seem to grow stronger each summer after returning from two weeks of football camp. At this point, she wears his varsity jacket more than he does. Sure, she can get an academic one she has more than enough patches to choose from, but it just isn't the same; besides, she rather spend her money on books and records.

Harry tells her his favorite thing about her wearing his jacket is that it has his last name. He knows marriage is long down the line, but he does hope to share the same last name one day.

It's his most prominent dream.

But currently, his big dream at the age of seventeen is asking the prettiest girl to prom.

Harry brings his hands forward to reveal a dozen lavender roses in his hand. Y/N gasps at their beauty, not at all expecting this. They are gorgeous, and she can't wait to show them off to her mom as soon as she gets home.

"My love," Harry starts closing the gap between them and bringing her left hand to his lips to place a soft kiss before setting it back down to rest close to his heart that is beating just for her. "Will you do me the honor of being my date to prom?"

She smiles wide, not at all expecting him to ask, let alone for it to be this romantic and intimate.

"Yes, of course." She wraps her arms around his neck, and Harry spins her around, letting out a small holler of excitement.

"The roses are beautiful; they must have cost you a pretty penny," Y/N tells him as soon as he sets her down so she can admire them again.

"Well, darling. You're worth every one. It also pays that your mom gets on well with the town's florist."

She giggles, nodding.

"Now, how about we walk over to my car and celebrate with a make-out." Harry wiggles his eyebrows at her, knowing he needs very little to convince her.

"Harry!" She chastises, looking around to see if anyone heard, but the park is empty, not a soul in sight. "How about we take a stroll around the park, then we'll see afterward."

"You're a little tease, love." She leans in and pecks his lips two times. He tries for a third, but she hurries off.

"Come on, dove. We've got to see the rest of the flowers that are blooming." Y/N's voice is full of excitement at the chance of walking around the park for the next hour, hand in hand with her boyfriend.

Harry grins happily, following after her, he may be young, but he knows he will do whatever is in his power to always see her happy and smiling.

JUNE 1998 - HOME

"Dad!" She yells as soon as she walks in the door; she sees him stand quickly from his seat on the couch and embraces her in a big hug.

"My baby is home." He whispers.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too, sweetheart."

"How was work?"

"Awful, when I knew I had my two favorite girls at home waiting for me."

Y/N laughs. "Always a sap, dad."

Her mother makes her presence known. "This is a lovely sight. I've missed it."

"Yes, as have I." Her father gives her one last kiss to her head and lets her go.

"Any plans?" Her mother questions walking back from the kitchen, placing a cup of tea for Y/N on an old family coaster.

Y/N takes a seat on the couch, as do both her parents wanting to carry on the conversation.

"I'm meeting Sarah and Sydney for breakfast one of these days, most likely going to spend the entire day together. Then, everyone else won't be coming around until the week after. Think it will be on Friday, seeing as that is what worked for everyone's schedule.

"Happy to see your friends." Her mom states, the wide smile on Y/N’s face confirming her statement.

"Yes, chatting isn't as easy as when we were in high school seeing each other that day. There are lots of emails sent back and forth between us."

"Glad you girls stayed closed. Was worried you would all drift away." She reaches forward to squeeze Y/N's knee.

Y/N knew she meant it about Harry. How no one thought anything would come between them that they would make it through university and settle down soon after. Oh, how wrong they all were. As much as they hoped for the best, they were each other's downfall.

"It's a bit late; I'm going to shower and head to bed instead."

"Before you go, can I say something?"

Y/N recognizes the gleam in her mother's eye and nods, knowing she has to get this off her chest.

"It's sadly a man's world out there, but you have managed to make it your own." She reaches forward and takes Y/N's hand in hers, pressing a gentle kiss before settling it in her lap. Y/N smiles. "I know you long to love and share it with someone, and I want you to remember that the person for you is out there. As a mother, I know these things, and I wish you nothing but the greatest things in life, but they all come when we are ready for it."

Tears well up in Y/N's eyes, she nods. Not replying to her mother's words because she knows if she speaks, she will cry.

"Lorelai, you made her cry." He whispers, pulling both women into a squished hug.

"I've always had your father, and I hope you find that someone for yourself."

She pulls back and wipes her tears away. "Thank you." Y/N leaves her parents with a final hug.

She heads up the stairs to the room that holds all the memories she has kept locked away. In her home, there are no longer any photos of her friends or of him. Not like before, where they were spotted on every wall displayed for all to see. Her mother took them off after she left for university. It broke her mother's heart to see her suffer such a big heartbreak. Harry had become like another son to her parents, so they were all sharing the heartbreak. She missed everything about him, but it has been years since they last spoke.

It's been eight years since they last talked, last kissed but not the last she's thought of him. He's coming for the time capsule opening, and as much as she tries to convince herself she's going to be alright, she knows she's not. Yes, she's moved on. She has built a life without him in it, but it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

All she can do is count the days until she leaves Aurora and goes back to the comfort of her apartment in Massachusetts.

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It's been a week since she's been home, and she knows everyone will show up in two days. The friends she was sure she'd never lose touch with but slowly did with time no matter how each tried, but life moves on.

Y/N is nervous to see everyone. She's changed in the last eight years, but so has everyone else. She misses what they used to have in high school but honestly, getting to hear what everyone has been up to will be fun. Who knows, it might feel as if not time has passed at all?

She met up with Sarah and Sydney earlier for breakfast at the old dinner. The girls spent a good five minutes embraced in a hug before they took their seats. They ordered too much to eat but, to no surprise, finished it all by the end of their conversation.

The time together was spent mostly catching up and jumping from topic to topic. She did feel she was asked one too many questions about starting her residency and how they will be addressing her as a "doctor."

Y/N brought up Sarah's love life wanting to hear how they were doing. Sarah and Mitch did not start dating until after graduating high school, finding out they were going to the same university just an hour away from their hometown. Everyone was aware of Mitch's heart eyes for Sarah, but she was too focused on her internship, always wanting to do good. One can imagine how happy everyone was when news spread that Sarah asked Mitch out and was quick to say yes. Now eight years later, were happily moved in together. Sarah is a music engineer, and Mitch a music teacher at the local high school; as mellow as Mitch is, he gets on well with the teens.

Having focused on love and Sydney quickly saying nothing new was going on with her, just that she was more in love than she could have ever imagined, it was time to hound Y/N, it seems. They asked about her love life and how good-looking the boys in Massachusetts are.

Y/N told them how nonexistent her love life has been since she graduated high school. It's not something she ever made time for, and her friends understand as much as they hate that for her. Sydney did not stop herself from making a joke on what seems to be Y/N's long dry spell. She shrugged it off, not at all bothered. Y/N assured them she knows how to take care of her own needs until the right person comes along. They all knew who she hoped would be the right person, but they knew better than to bring him up.

Once again, there was a change of pace. Sarah surprised them with tickets to Spice Girls at a sold-out Madison Square Garden concert on July first. Six tickets, a perfect number for their friend group. It was perfect, honestly. Sarah figured they'd road trip up the last week of June and could stay in Y/N's shared apartment with her roommate, who would not be home yet. Then take a train up to New York for the show. Also, told them they'd have hotel rooms for the night already, having an idea there would be an after-party. Y/N was all for it as was Sydney.

Y/N has always loved concerts; it's something she saves for not bothered to spend some money to enjoy a great show for one of her favorite artists, especially in good company. The long queues were a downfall, but not everything is perfect. She has gone to concerts and knows that one can make the best experience out of floor seats and nosebleeds. Artists never fail to amaze.

It reminds her of the first concert she ever went to that Harry took her to their senior year. The ticket stub she has pinned next to a polaroid that a stranger offered to take for them. It was before the show, and they had matching grins. It's still one of her favorites, and the reason she doesn't take it down is too good of a memory to keep hidden away.

While seeing Sarah and Sydney was good and everything she hoped it would be, it did not prepare her to see the others. She had not talked to Zac in a long while, having no idea what he was up to. Mitch is quiet and only says hello when she has called with Sarah and Harry; well, it's like she doesn't exist to him. Not since their last day together.

Y/N has two days to prepare.

Two days to wrap her head around the fact that she's going to see Harry.

AUGUST 1989 - SENIOR YEAR

Many people told her to enjoy her high school years because they would fly by, and she accepted the advice and made memories to last a lifetime in the three years leading up to her senior year. Her friends and family have made each year memorial. Still, there is something about senior year, and knowing that it is their last year before university has her excited and anxious.

Harry repeatedly told her how he wanted it to be their best year yet and promised to do just that. She has no doubt in her mind he will accomplish that in whatever way. He's managed to do so year after year.

Harry made sure to pick her up each morning, never wanting her to worry about walking alone to school or arriving late. He made sure he knocked on her door every morning.

Depending on the time he showed up, he was ushered in for a homemade breakfast, or sometimes he said a quick hello before grabbing her hand and rushing out the door because they were running behind schedule, and Harry knew he could not make her arrive late.

One thing that was always constant was how he carried her bag to his car and opened her door. He made sure she was settled before reaching down for his morning kiss. Sometimes, he went as far as putting on her seatbelt, just wanting to be close to her.

Today was Monday, and he usually comes in, but today he selfishly told her to grab him a slice of toast because he was in a hurry. She didn't question him and sent her apologies. Her mom kissed her cheek and told her not to worry about it. A true angel, her mother was.

Harry slipped her bag over his shoulder before ushering her in. She felt a little flustered with his urgency but let him be. He stole a quick kiss before going to the driver's seat.

"What's got you in a rush today?" She asks, genuinely worried.

He smirks, looking over at her. He seems calm, not that they've driven away from her house. "Thought we could use the extra time for some kisses. You deprived me this Sunday." He pouts at her, waiting for the light to turn green.

"H, you know I have dinner with my grandparents one Sunday a month." She chastises him.

"I know, darling, doesn't mean I like it." He tells her. "Had to suffer a Sunday alone."

"Well, at least I know how I can make it up to you." She teases.

Arriving at school, Harry parks toward the back under a shady tree, one far away from everyone.

"Want to sit on my lap, baby?" He asks, spreading his thighs, and as much as she wants to, she shouldn't knowing very well what he can convince her to do when in his lap.

"Later, H." She promises.

"I'm holding you to that, angel." He unclips her seatbelt, quickly placing his lips on hers.

She feels how smooth his lips are and knows he stole her cherry lip balm again. "Harry, that's the third lip balm you've taken in two weeks." She pulls away, rubbing her thumb over his bottom lip that he juts out. He gives her thumb a soft kiss.

"Swear I was going to put it back this time." He moves closer, placing a kiss on her neck, slowly trailing down, pushing his varsity jacket down her shoulder, exposing more of her neck. Her black corduroy pants and white acrylic sweater, and her favorite worn-out Mary Jane's mother have been begging her to change out. She likes to think it adds an extra flair to her outfit. "You drive me crazy when you wear my jacket," He whispers in her ear.

"Does that mean you're always going crazy?" She whispers back, knowing he mostly wears the jacket during game days.

"Always make me lose my mind."

After a fun half-hour of making out, Y/N pushes him back, knowing she has matching bruised lips. She loves that everyone can see what she did to him. She also may have sucked a little too hard on the skin right below his collar, the love bite just barely visible. She pulls down the sun visor, looking in the mirror to straighten out her hair, that Harry just loves digging his fingers into.

"Baby, what did you do?" Harry says, looking at the fresh mark just by his collar bone.

She smirks, knowing very well that Harry loves when she marks him. Not doing it very often in fear of getting caught by their parents.

"Got to remind those girls that stare at you who you belong to." She reapplies her lip balm before layering the new lip gloss her mom got for her the other day.

"You know I've only got eyes for you, love." He says, caressing her cheek softly.

His gentle tone of voice always makes her soft, but it also might be that his accent seems to stand out even more.

"I know, H." She leans in to give him one more kiss but pulls back quick enough to not let him deepen it.

"Sneaky, baby." He clicks his tongue at her, rushing out and rounding the car to open her door, offering her his hand.

She gladly accepts it, placing a kiss on both cheeks before landing on his lips.

"I love you, Styles." She whispers against his lips, eyes closed as she tries to catch her breath.

"And I love you, my darling angel." He softly nuzzles her nose, causing her to let out a small giggle.

"Let's get you to class." He says, throwing his arm over her shoulder pulling her in close.

Harry is smiling wide; she takes notice as she looks up. He looks extra giddy.

Too giddy, and it has nothing to do with their steamy make-out.

She narrows her eyes at him, "what's got you extra smiley?"

"Nothing, happy all the time."

"Nuh, uh. Styles. I know you. Fess up!" She stops walking, wanting him to answer her.

"It's because my girl marked me up today for all to see. Makes me feel special." He answers smoothly.

Y/N looks at him in suspicion, not buying a single word he's saying, "I'm onto you, Styles."

Harry lets out a deep breath before stepping close to her. "Let me surprise you, darling."

She instantly relaxes. "Okay, only because you know I like surprises."

"Thank you." He rests his forehead against her, happy to be in her space, forgetting all around him until he hears a shout of his name.

Moment over, it seems.

"Let's get you to English Literature," Harry murmurs, intertwining his hand with hers making sure she's close by as Sarah greets her.

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It's lunchtime when they walk hand in hand to the lunch tables where Mitch and Sarah sit, stalling their conversion to greet them. Before she can take a seat next to Sarah, Harry pulls her in his lap. He leans in close to her ear and whispers that he'll give her his chocolate chip cookies Anne had baked. She silently agrees, grabbing the bag Harry was offering her. What he didn't disclose is that his mum had sent them specifically for her. They have three empty seats, but she can see Zac and Sydney approaching, carrying food trays. Meaning, neither had lunch prepared for the day.

Y/N leans back against Harry getting comfortable, knowing that he wouldn't be letting her go any time soon. The chatter begins with how their weekend went and what this week's activities are. She knows she doesn't have much to do this week; her club meetings don't meet until next week. Harry has football practice all week, meaning she either visits the library or finds a ride home. She doesn't mind staying and watching his training, but Harry hates knowing she sits there alone for so long. He rather have her be home warm and cozy than on the cold bleachers.

Harry asks for her attention by placing a kiss on her neck, his tell sign that he's feeling left out.

"Yes, H," She whispers for only him to hear.

"Need your attention. Don't like sharing."

"You're extra needy this Monday, dove." Y/N has his hands in her lap as she begins to trace circles on his palm; it's something that soothes him instantly.

"I just want to know our plans this weekend." He kisses her cheek, nuzzling his face in her neck. "Rather you get parent permission early on than last-minute giving them a chance to say no."

Harry's right; there are occasions where her parents have said no, and Y/N finds herself sneaking out from her window that conveniently has an old tree that makes it all the easier.

Her parents trust them together, but if they really knew what happened behind locked doors, they would think otherwise.

"Do you want to go kiss a little?" He wants her to say yes.

"At your car or in the abandoned hallway?"

"What's quieter?"

"The hallway, and it's closer."

Harry nods, gently grabbing her waist and helping her stand. "We'll see you later," Harry says, interrupting their conversations.

"Oh, Styles, you've corrupted her." Zac teases very well, grasping what they were about to go do.

"Think she's corrupted me. Who knew angels could be so dangerous?" Harry teases in front of their friends.

Y/N feels her face warm, bidding them all a quiet goodbye. Harry, having rendered her a bit speechless. She swears she never knows what is going to come out of his mouth.

Harry all but drags her to the hallway. He gently pushes her back against the wall next to an older poster for the school play. Y/n glances down at his lips before looking into his eyes.

"Did you really bring me here to kiss, or are you spilling the surprise?" Her eyes are big and filled with hope.

"Sorry, baby. Really did want some kisses from you." He pulls her closer wanting no space in between them. "Really missed you. Can't believe we only have one class together."

"It's like they know you wouldn't pay attention to me in a class with you." She teases.

"Kissy." He pouts his lips, feeling like they've talked enough.

Who is she to deny him when he asks so sweetly.

Y/N always felt like time stopped when she kissed Harry. She felt her heart pounding in her chest as her knees grew weak, and as if Harry knew, he wrapped his arm around her waist, keeping her up. Harry pulls away slowly, a smile growing on his face. He would never tire of kissing her.

Harry leans in and nuzzles his head in the crook of her necks, slowly beginning to place kiss after kiss before he finds his favorite spot and begins to suck lightly, pulling a surprised moan from her.

She pushes him back. "No love bites that high. It will keep us locked up in the house all weekend supervised.

Harry tenses at the thought, knowing fully well her parents would do that, having done it before when they first started dating, and he thought more with the thing in his pants than his brain. "I guess I'll just have to bruise these pretty lips."

Never one to tell him no, a small nod is enough to make Harry lean in and take her breath away. He'd kiss her forever if he could, but the last fifteen minutes of lunch break would have to do for now.

_____

Monday's always drag on; she goes home, does homework, reads a book, and waits for dinner to be ready. Most days, she joins her mother in cooking; both like conversing about their days. More than ever, they have lots to talk about, from holiday plans to the universities she is applying for. She has saved up allowance allowing her to use it for more universities than the average three. If it was up to her, she'd send one to all the universities because that is how confident she is not only about her grades but how she comes off as a student on paper.

Dumping most of her books in her locker, she keeps Calculus in her bag, knowing the sooner that homework gets done, the less stress she'll have. Just as she shuts her locker, she hears footsteps approaching her.

"Is my girl ready to go?"

"She is."

Harry swings his arm over her shoulder, and they begin to walk out the school doors that are kept wide open. There are groups of students lingering talking to another, and in the distance can hear cars driving away eager to get away.

Y/N smiles at a girl who sends her a wave, recognizing her from her English course. Harry walks them under a tree, a reasonable distance away from everyone because, as she has come to know, he likes kissing her in private.

"Our first game is in two weeks." Harry reminds her.

"Yes, exciting."

"Will you be there, or is there a test to study for?" He teases.

She frowns and takes him by the lapels of his varsity jacket that she gave back to him at the end of lunch because she claimed it was losing his smell.

"Don't start, Harry. You know I've never missed a game, and I won't start now."

"Was only teasing, love."

"Didn't like it."

"Sorry, love. Forgive me? He pouts, wanting her to smile at him instead of frown.

"You know my price." Y/N shrugs.

He sighs, nodding his head three times before moving to get on his knees, toying with unbuttoning her pants.

She gasps and jumps away. "Harry!"

Harry can't help but smirk, "Isn't that always the price."

"I just wanted a kiss; no need to make a scene." He shrugs. "Now, don't you have a practice to get to?"

"Ugh, I do." Harry groans, dreading practice knowing the coach likes to run them twice as much for not working out on the weekends.

"Give me a kiss, please. Then you'll come by later, right?"

"That is correct." He leans in, giving her three consecutive pecks on her lips.

"Who's taking you home again?" He asks, wanting to make sure she's safe.

"Sarah and Mitch."

"Right, good. Well, off I go, poppet."

"Bye."

Harry turns and heads toward the field, where he can see the freshman already setting up drills and getting the water jug out to the bench. He's only taken a few steps when his angel's voice stops him.

"Dove,"

Harry can feel his cheeks turn bright red at the term of endearment. He turns and takes two steps back to her. "Yes, lovie."

"Will you give me one more kiss?" Her voice soft and innocent but the gleam in her eye is anything but that.

Harry takes the last step towards her and holds her face with both hands reaching down and kissing her passionately. He pulls away after what feels like a lifetime, slowly as he tries to steady his breathing.

"I love you," she whispers.

He presses a final kiss to her forehead. "And I love you." Harry turns and begins to jog away, recognizing he's got a limited time to get dressed and out on the field to warm up. He's a few feet away but turns his head to see her watching him still. "Tell your mom I'll be joining you for dinner."

She nods, letting him know she heard him before he turns a corner and out of her eyesight. Only then does she go in search of her waiting friends who will bring her home.

______

After Y/N informed her mother that Harry was going to join them for dinner, she got up to cook, wanting everything to be ready for when her father and Harry arrived, seeing it would be around the same time.

Y/N made herself scarce as her mother was in no mood to converse. Instead, she wanted to cook, and maybe if she planned her time accordingly, she would do dessert.

Dinner time came around quickly, meaning she was lost in homework for a good few hours. She walked downstairs wanting to help her mom set the table when the front door swung open.

"Hello, father!" Y/N bounced over to him, giving him a big hug and a peck on his cheek, one that he happily returned.

"Hi, my sweet girl."

"Mom cooked a delicious dinner. We're just waiting on Harry." Y/N told him, knowing he's hungry from a long day at work.

"Won't have to wait long; Harry was just parking when I was on the steps."

Y/N's eyes lit up at hearing that he arrived. Her father chuckled, "I'll go say hello to my wife, dinner in ten, okay."

Y/N walks out to see Harry coming up the stairs in a cozy blue emblem sweater with denim Levi jeans and paired with his old white Chuck All-Stars. She smiled because he went home to shower, not wanting to wear his clothes from earlier or come over smelling like sweat, not that she minded.

"You know we don't mind the sweat, H," She tells him as he's climbing up the last few steps.

He shrugs. "I know, but I am a guest in your home and would never dare disrespect your parents and you, of course."

Y/N grins. "Four years dating, and you continue to prove to be the most perfect boyfriend."

Harry looks away, feeling bashful. "I wouldn't go that far."

"I would, dove." Y/N closes the gap between them. "Now, I say you kiss me before mom calls us in for dinner."

"It would be my greatest pleasure."

____

Dinner was a success, conversation always flowing well. Y/N likes to sit back and listen to her parents talk with Harry as if they hadn't seen him in forever when he is more than likely to be here every other day. Her father is a big fan of football; he too was once a player. No, he wasn't quarterback; he was right-wing and helped his team make it to state championships.

The high school team has won three state championships since Harry's first year as a freshman. They counted on making it the fourth year; no doubt in anybody's mind it would happen. Y/N picked up on her father's excitement going on and on about the first game and how it was the most important one now that scouts would be coming out more and more. Without a second thought, she reached over and placed her hand on his thigh, lightly squeezing, reassuring Harry she was there for him. He slowly turned the hand on his thigh palm up and intertwined them together.

"Thank you so much for dinner, Lorelai. Luke, thank you for the great conversation. I can't wait to see you both at the game."

"We wouldn't dare miss it, Harry," Lorelai tells him, a wide grin on her face as she picks up the dishes.

"Now go on; I'll help your mother with the dishes tonight." Luke gestures to them to get up and get their privacy. Y/N thanks him and takes Harry's hand, leading the way up the stairs.

Now they are lying on her bed, it's got enough space for them to be spread out, but she prefers to lay across Harry, her head on his chest as he rests his head on her pillows.

Harry had his hand in her hair, always calming for her and for him. Allows them to sit in comfortable silence, basking in the joy of being together.

Many people ask them if they ever get sick of seeing each other every day and never giving each other space after dating for so long. That isn't entirely true because when they aren't at their respective extracurricular activities, they are found together. Harry's response is always, "she's my favorite person." Y/N just shrugs and smiles, "he's my best friend."

Believe it or not, they spent around in her room listening to music or in his house watching movies from their grand VHS collection. Most thought they spent it making it out, not that they don't do that because they are just as in love as when they got together four years ago. When they walked into any room, her parents were sure they would be kissing, which is why the open door policy exists. Well, half-open is the agreement now.

Harry looks around her room, his eyes settling on the polaroid photo on her bedside table, one of them smiling at each other, lost in their own worlds. It's dated 06-18-1989<i<, it was from one of their many summer days spent together. He decided now was as good as time to bring up what he had been hiding.

"You know how we were making plans for the weekend, sweetheart."

"Yes, you didn't let us decide on anything."

"Well, what if I did?"

She sits up and moves to sit in front of him. "Okay, I'm all ears.

"You up for a drive?"

"Always, so drive me to the moon, please."

Harry laughs. "Serious for a sec, baby."

"Sorry, yes, go on then." She interrupts him once more. "How far is the drive? You're not always the best driver."

"Ouch" Harry has his hand over his heart, feigning as if her words had pierced him. "Guess I won't tell you."

"That's fine."

"Yeah. Is it?"

"Yup."

"Why's that?" He's confused; she's usually begging to know by now.

"Simple, because I just won't give you any kisses."

"That's cruel."

"Oh well. I don't play fair."

"Think you can resist me, sweetheart?"

"Oh, I know I can."

Harry shakes his head, response ready, but she stops him. "Remember who asked who out five different times."

"That's because you were playing hard to get. Claiming you just wanted to be friends for a little longer."

"That was tru-" It's his turn to stop her.

"Ah, yes, I know. I was getting impatient. Don't know if you know this or not, darling, but I had to scare off a lot of boys.

"Trust me, H. I knew"

"You did?"

"Yes, I think it was because everyone knew sooner or later I was going to put you out of your misery."

"Yeah, by saying yes."

"Oh no, I was going to say no."

"What changed?" Clearly, something had, and he just had to know.

"You decided to show up at school wearing your Sunday best and brought me sunflowers. Told me they reminded you how much light I brought into your life. There I decided yes, he'll make a fine boyfriend."

Harry's smile is big, dimples on display just for her. Always for her. "You tease too much."

"But you love it."

"I do." He leans in and smiles as she lets him lead the kiss. It's slow and full of love. A love that only continues to grow each moment they are together. "I really do."

Y/N leans in, wanting to give him more kisses, wanting to be connected to him, wanting him to always feel her love. She's not sure how much time has passed when Harry pulls away.

"You do realize we got sidetracked."

"Yes, worth it if you ask me." She looks pleased. "Now you have to tell me, I gave you kisses."

Harry runs his thumb over her bottom lip, asking for another. She puckers her lips leaning forward, and connects their lips in a short soft kiss.

"Friday night, the Forum."

Y/N's eyes go wide; she was not expecting to hear that.

"No."

"Yes."

She sits there taking it in.

"Say it, baby." Harry likes that he managed to surprise her.

"You got us tickets for Elton John." She whispers out, her eyes now locked with his needing him to confirm it.

"Yes, I did."

"A sold-out show."

"Think it's going to be a fun night."

"How?" Although Y/N has an idea.

"Well, I called in on a favor with our dear friend Sarah and the radio station she's interning at."

"I love her." She breathes out.

"Hey," Harry knocks her out of her gaze. "And me."

"Of course, I love you." She moves forward, seating herself in his lap. "I love you. I can't believe you did this for me."

"Yes, can't let you go off to uni without experiencing a concert."

"You are perfect, Styles."

"Perfect for you."

There's so much love in between them; if anyone walked into the room, they'd be able to feel it.

"Wait." Her hands now resting on his chest, a frown taking over her face. "How are we going to convince my parents."

"Already done. Told them the plan and the itinerary, and your parents have agreed."

"Perfect, I'm telling."

"Is this why we're walking to school tomorrow?" She remembers him telling her he won't have his car.

"Yes, taking it to the mechanic. I just want to make sure all is okay."

"Marry me?"

Harry can feel his cheeks warming up; she always makes him blush. He takes hold of her left hand and brings it up to his lips, leaving a gentle kiss on her ring finger.

"All in good time, my love."

_____

The week had dragged on, but it was finally Friday. She had been excited all week, and everyone could tell. Told her how she was jumpier, a lot more smiley, and twice as affectionate with Harry. She was happy.

She's at home getting ready; they would be leaving soon. Seeing as it was still a bit of a drive and no doubt would get stuck in traffic, seeing as they aren't the only ones attending the show.

Y/N had gone over outfit after outfit until she finally decided on what she is wearing now. She's wearing a deep red power shoulder tucked into her favorite high-waist denim that makes her waist and butt look extra good.

As she walks down the stairs, she hears the door and knows Harry is here to take her away. No matter what, he always stepped up to the door to pick her up; it still made the butterflies in her stomach go crazy.

Her father is at the door speaking with Harry going over her extended rules and what numbers to call for an emergency.

"Well, aren't you a dream," Harry looks her up and down; she does a slow spin for him on the heel of her black boots to give him the full look. "I'm a lucky man."

"Glad you know it, H."

She grabs hold of his brown leather jacket and runs her finger down it, it's an old one, but he takes such good care of it; one would think he just got it today.

"Think you just took my breath away, H." She swears there are hearts in her eyes as she takes him in.

"That's exactly what I was going for."

Harry and Y/N bid her parents goodbye; they wish them a safe journey. Her mother was excited to send her off; her father was a bit more worried but trusted Harry to keep her safe.

The drive to the arena is filled with conversation over the upcoming year, Harry's final football season, and her volunteering hours how she was hoping to be accepted into the NICU's internship at their hospital. Also, lots of singing on the radio as well as Harry's CDs. From ABBA to Shania Twain, he had, but they settled on Elton John for the ride.

In what feels like no time, they had arrived. Y/N is amazed at how big it is; she doesn't know much about the place just from what Sarah told her that it was large and no matter where she sat, she was going to have the best time of her life. Already having Harry at her side, she had no doubt about it. She can't stop smiling, and neither can Harry.

Harry grabs her hand as they both stare at the arena, where hundreds of people are lining up to enter.

"Ready, love."

"Yes, gosh. I might throw up from the excitement."

"Oh no, let's get you a pop. It'll help."

"That sounds nice." Y/N leans up and gives him a gentle kiss. "Thank you, H."

"Angel, I am more than happy to do this for you."

Hand in hand, they walked into the arena, ready to sing their hearts out together.

_____

Two hours of singing and dancing her heart off, and yet it still wasn't enough to tire Y/N out. Harry was sure she'd be clinging to his arm as he pulled her out of the arena, but she had asked him to wait out the crowd, and they stood in the emptying arena, arms around each other. He could feel her heart beating against his chest, and it was still pumping hard. He kissed her lips one final time before swinging his arm over her shoulder and guiding them out to the chilly Los Angeles air.

Y/N was all smiles, and she thinks it has to do with the man whose curls have fallen flat from all the sweating they did inside the arena. Being in a room packed around thousands of people will do that. She has never been in such a happy and united environment.

It's a memory she's going to cherish forever.

The drive home is full of retelling of their favorite parts of the night. Harry decided his was when Y/N turned to kiss him during "Your Song." He felt himself fall in love with her all over again. It's a feeling he never wants to end.

Y/N's had to have been each outfit change. There were so many that she lost track, but she loved how unique each outfit was. It's something she knew she could never pull off, but she admired the beauty of each one. It was over the top and full of colors; it kept her mesmerized. It reminded her of life and how filled with color it really is. Also, when Harry sang his heart out during "Tiny Dancer." How he knew every lyric and didn't miss a beat, if she's honest, she didn't bother looking at the stage for the entire song too entranced in Harry.

The smile does not leave their face, not during the traffic of getting on the freeway, not when they stopped by McDonald's and got burgers and decided to share a coke, and not even when they saw the sign welcoming back into Aurora.

Y/N's smile didn't drop until Harry parked his car right in front of her house. She sits back against the seat and turns her head to already find a bashful Harry smiling at her.

"Come here." He whispers.

She unbuckles and sits in his lap, it may have been a few hours, but she missed being this close to him.

Y/N didn't wait for Harry to ask; she simply leaned in and connected his strawberry lips with hers. She loved how soft they always were, and she knew she'd keep letting him steal her lip balms if they did such an excellent job keeping them soft and tasting sweet; then again, that could be all Harry. She lets out a small moan when Harry swipes his tongue on her bottom lip, asking for entrance, and she happily grants it.

She wishes she can stay here forever, in his arms, kissing his lips, never having to stop.

"Baby," Harry breathes against her lips.

Y/N knows what he's going to say; she's not ready to say goodnight. Instead, she keeps kissing him. "Just a little longer." She mutters against his lips.

Harry can't bring himself to pull away again and nods, allowing her to take control. He has a tight grip on her thigh, he wishes to move it higher, but he knows if he does, she won't be going inside tonight. She moves her lips down his jaw pressing gentle kisses.

"You drive me crazy."

"Feelings mutual, darling."

Harry pulls her back up and kisses her plush mouth. She tastes sweet, something he never pinpoints; all he knows is that it's intoxicating. He presses one final kiss on her lips and pulls back. She's breathing heavy, a large grin on her face. He knows he looks just as dazed.

"Think you got to get inside now."

"Don't want to leave you." She grabs a fist of his jacket, pulling herself closer.

"I'll be here tomorrow afternoon."

She pouts. "Why so late?"

"Because you're going to want to sleep in." He brushes a bit of her hair away, she leans into his touch; she loves how delicate each touch is.

"What if you come early and then cuddle me? Mom won't turn you away."

"She might."

"Not after I walk in and tell her how amazing the night was." She cups his cheeks, rubbing her thumb affectionately on his smooth skin. "She's got a sweet spot for you."

"And you." He reminds her.

"Well, of course. I'm her daughter." She laughs but knows she hasn't convinced him. "Please," she whispers. She flashes him her best puppy dog look, knowing he won't be able to resist.

"Fine. I'll be here at eight, darling."

"Perfect." She gloats.

"Let me walk you up."

Harry helps her back into the passenger seat so they can both head out. He grabs her hand, pulling her in close, not wanting her far for the last moments he has her.

"You want to know something, H." She whispers, keys in her hand.

"What is it, angel?"

"I want to travel the world with you."

"The world." He gasps. "It's a big place, baby. Where would we start?"

"London got to see the place you grew up before moving here. Of, course we'll save up and just spend the year traveling wherever life takes us."

"That sounds perfect."

She hums, deep in thought, picturing visiting all these places she's only dreamed of with him by her side. To see the Eiffel tower, walk the streets of Scotland, and swim in the Amalfi Coast waters.

"Dove," He hums, playing with a loose string of her jeans. "Where would you like to go?"

"Anywhere you want. I'll make sure to take you wherever you want to go."

"Take me to the stars, dovie."

"As you wish, my sweet angel."

Harry brings his right hand up to her face and gently cups her cheek; she sighs, knowing precisely what he's going to do. She tilts her head up and feels his lips against her. It's the softest kiss of the night; it's gentle. It's her favorite kiss, the goodnight kiss, a promise to see her tomorrow.

She breaks away the first time tonight, knowing if he kept going a moment longer, she wouldn't let him go. "Goodnight, H," She whispers as she begins to open the door.

"Goodnight, love."

Harry turns and walks to his car as he hears the door shut and hears her turn the lock. Once in his car, he takes a look up at her window, sends a final smile as he sees her waving him off.

He feels so much joy always being around her, but tonight it seems to have multiplied by a hundred. He knew tonight was perfect, but his favorite part wasn't even at the concert; it was standing outside her door as they spoke of their future together.

Happiness isn't always about the big moments but also about these small moments that make them feel invincible.

JUNE 1998

Y/N grabs a book from her bookshelf, not bother glancing at which one knowing if she stopped to read each title, she would be there all day. She heads to the yard, a picnic blanket tucked under her arm, so she can lay on it and soak in a bit of the sun.

Her mother is trimming the leaves of the roses, wanting the flower to pop out more. Her father usually helps her, but he's finishing up last-minute work before coming out to join them. He has a good view of them from his office window. When she was young, he told her he chose this room because it's where her mom spends all her time, and he likes having his eye on her as she joins the beauty of her flowers. Y/N's known love all her life, and she's happy her parents have each other, but she can't help but feel like she let that one-of-a-kind love go years ago and fears she'll never find it again.

As she settles down on her blanket, she decides to rid herself of all thoughts and instead get lost in the words of Stephen King. She picked up a psychological horror. She remembers her father mentioning it was a good read and that she'd enjoyed it. Two pages in, and she knows she's hooked; it looks like she will be laying out here all day.

At least that's what she thought when her mother interrupted her.

"When are you meeting everyone?"

Y/N puts the book down on her chest and looks over at her mom, who's still got her eyes on her roses. "Sorry, what did you say?"

"When are you meeting everyone?" Her mother repeats herself.

"Tomorrow."

"Time, darling?"

"At one."

She hums in response. "I leave you in charge, and please be watchful over my roses."

"Of course, I would never think of damaging your roses. Well, my roses, really." Y/N corrects.

"Just because they were planted in your honor does not mean they are yours. You've cared for them for such little time."

"Excuse me, mother. I went off to university, but once I'm done and ready to settle down, I will be doing all the caring."

"Yes, because you will have time as a doctor." Her mother responds sarcastically.

"I will be able to."

Her mother decided to move on, knowing how stubborn Y/N can be. "Your father and I have lunch and dinner plans out of town, so you'll have the house to yourself for most of the day and night."

"You're treating me like I'm sixteen again, and it's my first time having friends over."

Her mom laughs, and Y/N can't help but join. "You're forever, my little girl."

"Cheesy." Y/N teases.

Y/N leans back and gets comfortable, all thoughts of tomorrow pushed away and instead gets lost in the town of Bridgton, Maine.

_____

It's time; everyone is making their way over. She can feel her palms begin to sweat, thankful there's a nice breeze outside to keep her cool. Y/N and her mom cooked pasta with grilled chicken and strawberry lemonade wanting to be ready for after the digging. Y/N would feel bad making them dig a hole, open a box, then head on out. These people are her friends, and she wishes to spend time with them, and what better than with food.

She's got ten minutes before everyone is due to arrive when she hears a car pull up and turn off right in front of her house. Y/N knows of only one person who shows up early.

Harry.

Y/N thought he would be the last to arrive, but she's guessing old habits die hard. She takes a deep breath before opening the front door and walking out.

Harry would be lying if he wasn't nervous. He's about to see Y/N for the first time after years. He's seen her in photos; he knows she only continued to become more beautiful as the years passed. It's not the same as, no, because he knows what's separating them is a walk up to the door.

He feels precisely as he did the moment he asked her out and, if he's truthful, how she made him feel their entire relationship. Harry's 26, but his heart feels 18, and at that age, he was deeply in love with the woman inside that house. He loves her just the same.

Harry takes a long deep breath before slowly letting it out. He could do this; he got out of his car and made his way up the path, where she was already standing waiting for him. It felt like no time had passed as if he was coming over to take her on a date--except they weren't even close enough to say they were friends.

"Harry," She breathes out as he reaches the first step.

"Hi" He sends her a small smile. "You look great."

Y/N feels her cheek flush, and knows he can notice now that he's right in front of her. She takes in her outfit; it's simple, just a cropped red long-sleeved tee and black pants, with an old pair of black sneakers.

"Thank you, Harry. As do you." And he really does. He's wearing loose green denim joggers with a matching jacket. He has left it open, showing a brown button-up, a silver cross necklace peeking out from the space he left unbuttoned. "Always on time still."

"Better early than late."

She nods, not sure if she should continue the conversation or not. Are they going to stand out here in silence? It was never this hard; she hates this. Y/N rather keep talking than let themselves stand there in silence for another eight minutes.

She clears her throat. "How'd med school go? Have you decided on a residency yet? Anne told me you were weighing your options."

Harry doesn't try to hide his shock. "You spoke to my mum?" He asks in disbelief.

Y/N grins as much as his English accent is fading; it always comes back when saying 'mum,' or well, when he's nervous.

She nods. "I visit her when I visit my family. Recently passed when I came to see my mother who was feeling down and lonely as she put it even though she has dad to keep her company."

Harry smiles, knowing what weekend she was talking about because he had come the week after, and Lorelai had told him she was no longer as lonely. He thought it might have been because of his company, but it was because her daughter was home for a weekend.

When he's about to tell her where he decided, she waits patiently, staring up at him, a shy smile on her face but stops when Sydney comes and tackles Y/N in a hug.

"Of course, Styles got first dibs on you." Sydney fakes her exasperation.

"He knows how to be punctual." Y/N teases. "Looks like you bring the others as always." She signals seeing two more cars park; they park in the empty driveway.

"Just like old times," Zac screams out two bottles of wines in his hands. Mitch and Sarah walk up behind him, agreeing.

Y/N looks around, and it's almost like old times. Just one small difference that makes her heartache.

Everyone greets each other, sharing long hugs, and it's not long after that she invites everyone in and into the backyard.

"Mom says if we mess up her roses, we are dead meat," Y/N informs them all as they all stand in a semi-circle under the spot they buried their time capsule.

Mitch steps and pats Harry on the back. "If anything does happen, just say it was Harold. Lorelai has a soft spot for him."

Sarah approaches water in her hand. "Y/N is her golden child who does no wrong, easy to forgive."

Y/N laughs. "Enough. No roses will be damaged. Are we clear?"

She gets a chorus of "yes."

"Great, there are clear instructions that only Zac and Harry are allowed to shovel. Sorry, Mitch, mom said we've got to take care of your musical hands."

Mitch nods in appreciation.

"What about the doctor? No care for him." Harry mutters a small smile on his face.

"Quiet Styles, you're a favorite still," Zac tells him, pushing a shovel into his chest.

Y/N's happy watching the banter; it's like she's sixteen again, and they are trying to see who could dig their side of the hole faster.

SEPTEMBER 1988 - TIME CAPSULE

"High school friendships aren't known to last," Zac speaks out randomly, breaking everyone out of their conversations.

Harry sighs, "You're a downer."

"I'm a realist."

Y/N takes this in; she hasn't thought years down the line. She just assumed they would always be in her life. She can't see herself without them.

"What if we aren't friends ten years down the road?" Y/N voices.

Harry instantly picks up the concern in her voice. "I promise I won't let that happen, lovie." He assures her.

"H, I know."

"It's not uncommon for others to drift, especially when everyone has a different path after high school." Sydney comments. "My sister went through it."

"Let's write a letter, and we can bury it, open it ten years, but we have to do it together," Sarah suggests.

"Not a bad idea." Everyone nods in agreement.

"Let's do a letter and something important to us." Y/N proposes already having an idea of what to put.

"It's settled. We're burying a time capsule." Harry states.

"One problem."

"What now, Zac?" Sarah groans.

"Where do we bury it?"

Slowly everyone turns their gaze on to Y/N.

"Your house," Sydney tells her.

"You all agree?" Y/n is surprised.

"Your mom will never leave her house. It's gorgeous."

"Also," Zac chimes in, "You love it and tell us how it's going to be yours one day."

Y/N sighs and nods. "I will ask and will let you know."

_____

It took a lot to convince her mother, but her father liked the idea and supported her. Two against one, Y/N knew her mom was in a losing fight. After lots of hugs and kisses and promises of doing the dishes for two weeks straight, she got permission.

They had decided on a Saturday, wanting to do it early in the morning, unsure how long they would take digging the hole. Her mom designated an area for them to open.

Her mom allowed her to have the house to themselves, trusting them not to do anything but dig a hole. Y/N had everyone promise they would be on their best behavior.

Harry and Zac volunteered to dig, and no one argued. It took over an hour for them to get a decent-sized hole. It looked tiring, but Y/N enjoyed watching Harry's muscle flex as he threw out dirt. Finally, being satisfied with the hole size, mainly Sydney, made them go longer; it was time to place their items inside.

Y/N rewrote her letter a few times, never knowing the right thing to say. It wasn't until she was lying on the floor of her room with Harry's head in her lap did she know what she wanted to tell her future self.

Mitch went first, putting in his first-ever guitar pic, Sarah her Walkman, Harry followed with a copy of Romeo and Juliet, Y/N a chained rose ring, she put it in but not before giving it a small kiss knowing she'd miss it. Zac decided on his baseball mitt, and Sydney threw in a signed polaroid of herself, knowing it'd be worth a lot more once she became famous for her art.

Harry locked it shut with the final object in the box and lowered it down with Mitch's help. It fit well, and they sat around as it began to fill with dirt.

"Ten years, we'll come back and open it up."

"Yeah, but like summertime. I'm sure we'll have more time during the summer than other months." Zac might be right for once.

"June 1998," Sarah suggests.

Everyone thinks about it for a second, it feels so far away, a lifetime, really, but yes, they all agree.

Ten years' time, they will all be digging it up and will relive these moments.

JUNE 1998

Harry removes his jacket half an hour in, and there is nothing to complain about. He tosses it close to her side, and Y/N knows if things were different, he would have gently thrown it at her, and without a second thought, she would have put it on. She missed the times when he loved her. Because as much as she can't admit it out loud, she still loves him.

Now she'll fake conversation with Sydney when her real focus is on Harry and how his muscles seem to grow every time he scoops some dirt out and adds to the pile. He's grown buff over the years, he was always tall and firm in high school due to football, but now he's more defined. The most significant change was in his face, more stern. Not as smiley; it might just be due to being around her. He must hate being in her presence after she broke his heart.

Y/N lets herself get lost in thought when Zac cheers. She looks down, and peeking out in the corner is brown wood.

"We've hit gold."

In the next five minutes, Zac and Harry dig as much of the sides as they can, and soon enough, they are lifting it out before settling it down with a big "thump."

Y/N can't stop eyeing it; it's got dirt in every spot that meets her eye, but she knows what's waiting for her inside of that box, and she can't wait to have it with her once more.

"Who's going to do the honors?" Mitch asks the bolt cutters in his hand, ready to hand them over.

Everyone looks around at each other; no one says a thing until Harry steps forward and reaches to take them from his hand. Mitch hands them to Harry, no question asked. Harry heads straight to Y/N; he stretches his arm out, waiting for her to accept the cutters.

"Think it's only fair Y/N does the honors, seeing as we made her do a lot of groveling to Lorelai ten or so years ago just for us to bury this; not that she let any of us know." Harry smiles, urging her to take it. Y/N fingers brush his rather quickly, but in that small second, she felt her heart rate pick up and fears he might hear it, although that is almost impossible.

"Thank you." He nods, urging her forward.

"Take your time, doll." Zac says sarcastically."

Y/N is too busy getting down on her knees in front to see the glare Harry sent Zac's way. Everyone else catches the look; believe it or not, they all hope this is the moment that brings these two once lovers back again.

"Here goes nothing."

Y/N places the bolt cutters between the lock and counts down to three; it breaks right off the first try.

"You've got some strength!" Sydney exclaims; she was expecting it to take much longer.

Y/N lets the lock fall before reaching up and pulling the single latch. She scans everyone circling around her before opening the crate hating the creaking sound it releases.

There on top are their most prized items from when they were sixteen.

Sydney reaches in first, pulling out a polaroid and pink envelope. She flips it over and lets out the biggest laugh. Sydney turns the photo around, letting everyone see her in the photo wearing her then boyfriend's varsity jacket. It has her signature on the page. "I swore I was going to be famous for my art and would sell this for thousands."

"One day." Harry offers.

Sydney shrugs. "My boyfriend will appreciate this the most if I'm honest."

"He's that crazy for you?" Sarah asks.

Sydney nods, a shy smile on her face. "Yeah, I'm fortunate." She laughs, letting the moment pass. "Enough, Zac, please, you're next."

Zac, for the first time the whole evening, has fallen silent, almost looks nervous to reach inside. He takes a deep breath to go to the corner of the box and pull out a beat-up baseball mitt. Y/N can see his eyes well up with tears. He chuckles, "I swore I was going to go pro, but that senior injury year changed everything. In a way, Zac felt free; he got to pursue a career in travel journalism. "Enough sap, I volunteer, Harry."

Harry nods, moving forward, sitting next to Y/N thighs touching; she feels her breath hitch; she doesn't dare move. He reaches in for the only book it's resting on the bottom, a white envelope with a scribbled 'H' on top. He sets the envelope aside but keeps the book in hand.

Harry smiles at the book in hand, Romeo and Juliet. It was not his favorite by any means, but it held a special place in his heart because it was the first book Y/N read to him when they first started dating. He remembers telling her he hated how she ignored him for words on paper, so he proposed she read to him aloud, and that way, they could bond. Y/N was thrilled at the idea; the first book was Shakespeare because it was a reading assignment, and she wanted it done that weekend.

Harry hated the ending; he remembers ranting to Y/N as she ran her fingers through his hair to calm him down. He didn't understand why Shakespeare made these two people who were star-crossed lovers fall in love in a week only to have them die.

Safe to say, it took a while to let Y/N read another one of Shakespeare's works.

Y/N's eyes were on the book, and she watched as Harry carefully opened it to the first page, moving it back so that only they could read what was written on the cover page.

It read: I've loved you for six months. I'll love you for six more. And maybe if I'm lucky, I'll get to love you for life. Love, Y/N xxx

Y/N felt tears behind her eyes; she had to look away. She was so naïve at the age, but oh how she loved him, and she knew he loved her just the same. Y/N was so grateful to know she was loved, even if it was years ago.

She doesn't want to go next; instead, Sarah reaches in to save her. Sarah pulls out her folded half of paper and her blue Walkman player. "Oh my goodness, this is going to have some golden tunes."

Mitch chuckles, "You suffered without it. Think was the first time I ever heard you complain about something."

Sarah sends him a playful glare. "Shut it! Why don't you go next, Mr. Sentimental."

Mitch is one to never say no to Sarah, so he shrugs and makes his way forward. Patting Harry on the shoulder causing Harry to shift closer to Y/N. Both Harry and Y/N don't say anything but don't bother to move away either.

Sarah smiled as she watches Mitch pick up a guitar pick. It was the first one he received from his father. "Dad always said I had a guitar in hand."

"Mitch, you've voiced your thoughts out loud." Harry jokes.

"Funny Styles." That's the last of what Mitch says as he moves back to read his letter, and Sarah follows close behind.

Y/N feels everyone staring, but really it's only just Harry. Everyone focused on their own letters but also waiting for a reaction. She slowly reaches in, first pulling out the pink envelope with her initial on the front; Harry wrote it for her, saying she needed a way to identify it years later.

She sets it in her lap before reaching in and getting the item she's been thinking about all day.

A silver rose ring.

It was a gift from Harry; Y/N always spoke of roses and how much her mother loved them. Leading to Harry finding out she loved them just as much. He wore this ring for a long time; he found it in a store in London before they made the move here permanently. It's his last real piece of home, but Aurora had become home, and so had Y/N. It felt right to give to her. She cried, receiving it, and knew it wouldn't fit but told him not to get it resized. She surprised him by wearing it around her neck; she put it on a chain she had. There wasn't a day she wasn't seen without it.

She holds it tightly in her hand as if Harry might rip it out of her hand, wanting it back, but it's hers, and it's special. Y/N never wants to forget her memories with Harry, no matter how much it hurts, thinking back on them.

"I've missed it." She whispers.

Y/N slips it over her head, letting it rest outside her shirt for all to see. She missed the look on Harry's face, but this might be the motivation he needs to speak with her. To talk about where they are now in life.

Except Y/N stands up, brushing the dirt that was on her pants to head somewhere more private to read her letter she wrote to herself. She walks a few feet away and flips open the pink tab, pulls out a folded paper. Her eyes immediately go to the bottom of the page, wherein black ink, it says, "I love Harry (PS: he made you write that, but it doesn't make it any less true."

Everything surrounded him; her love for him was just that large. She reads over her letter taking in the words of how her sixteen-year-old self said she was proud of her and that no matter what happens, it was all for a reason.

It's exactly what she needed to hear.

Harry is watching Y/N stand there read her letter, and he feels the gaze of everyone else to go approach her. Years ago, he wouldn't have thought twice about it, he would have been at her side holding her hand or rubbing her back, but now he doesn't even know if they are even friends. Mitch nudges him, and he knows he should check on her, but she surprises everyone by turning around, a grin on her face.

"Mom and I cooked lunch, so let's wash up and eat. All this sure has built up my appetite."

"Don't have to tell me twice." Zac smiles, walking inside heading straight to the kitchen sink.

The others begin to follow Zac inside when Y/N stops hearing her name being called. It's Harry standing by the hole, shovel in hand.

"Should I cover it up?"

Y/N can't help the smile, Harry was always so eager to help, and she's glad his kind helping sport hasn't changed. "No, dad is going to cover it. Mom told him he needs to do more yard work. She called it bonding time."

"Okay, if you're sure."

"I am."

"Let's head in then."

As Harry is about to walk past her, she reaches her hand out, grabbing his bicep, surprising him. "Thank you."

He nods his head. "Of course."

Y/N sighs; there's so much left unsaid. Their breakup fresh on her mind seeing him walk away from her, bringing it all back. Oh, how she wishes things were different.

She doesn't regret leaving for New York, but she does wonder if there was a way to have made their relationship work; would it have survived or crashed and burned.

In a way, she's glad she never had to find out.

Y/N puts her brave face on; she's surrounded by friends who love her and who she hasn't spoken to for longer than half an hour. She's going to soak in this time and enjoy it.

There are other times to be sad.

MARCH 1990 - ACCEPTANCES

Y/N and Harry were both lost in thought as Harry drove them to their destination. There was a lot to think about

Harry was proud to get a full-ride football scholarship to UCLA and a partial for USC. They were close to home, and he got to play a sport he was good at. These universities were tough to get into, but he impressed the recruits. He didn't bother applying outside the state, knowing he couldn't be far from home. It felt wrong for him; he knew that wasn't the case for Y/N.

Y/N always spoke about leaving the state. She had dreamed about it from a young age especially seeing her brother do it. Gabriel's stories only make her more excited for her future. She loved to travel, no matter the distance.

Harry, of course, knew this; he just thought he could convince her to stay.

Applying to schools was hard for Y/N; there were many universities she wanted to apply to, but she feared rejection, so she set a limit of six. Still, a high number; she just needed options.

When acceptances came in, each application welcomed her. Two east coast universities offered full-ride scholarships, USC offered partial and others only half. She had the money for tuition, her parents saved for her, which she is forever thankful for but knowing she could move across the country like she always dreamed of was calling her name.

The one thing that stopped her was Harry.

Y/N had never known love until Harry, and she knows her leaving will jeopardize that. She also knows if she stays, she might not be happy, always stuck on the "what if?"

She was distraught as soon as she heard the news. Her mom saw her pace outside, then sit, pour herself tea then began the cycle again. Y/N dreamed of Columbia. It was her dream university, and to give that up, but also having to give up Harry, she couldn't pick; she didn't want to.

Harry parks the car; he drove them to an abandoned cliffside that's full of wildflowers. Y/N didn't rush out of the vehicle as she once would have wanted to feel the cold breeze. Now, she stares ahead, letting the car fill with silence—neither one wanting to be the one to begin the conversation that would change everything.

"Is this the end?" Y/N asks her voice, betraying her, as she feels her throat tighten up.

Harry doesn't answer; he reaches for her hand and holds it tight.

"It doesn't have to be. I don't want it to be." She's barely holding herself together. Y/N's staring at the side of his head, silently begging for him to meet her gaze.

"Life isn't always as easy as the last four years have been for us," Harry tells her, finally meeting her eyes.

"I love you. You know that, right."

"I know." He whispers.

Y/N shuts her eyes, repeats the words in her head she hasn't been able to voice out, knowing she's going to be breaking more than one heart right now.

"I can't stay, Harry." Y/N blinks her tears away, but they come right back, seeing Harry holding back tears. "As much as I want to, as much as I can't let you go. I also can't stay."

"Don't let me go then." He whispers. He reaches forward, cradling her cheek in his hand. It's the softest touch he's given her. It's as if he's trying to remember how she feels.

"It's not fair."

"I don't care." Y/N reaches forward to wipe the tear away that managed to escape.

"But I do."

"I don't care." He tries again, Harry can't let her go. She's his life, he's too young to know about forever, but he doesn't want to live a life without her. "I'll go with you."

Y/N lets her tears begin to fall at his words. "No." Her voice firm. "It's over if you leave."

Harry pulls back, hurt by her words but Y/N's just as upset.

She lets go of her hold on him and hurries out of the car. Harry yells her name, begging her to come back, but she's too busy crying to listen to him. Soon enough, she's surrounded by trees, and there are two trails to follow, but she can't pick; it is faith mocking her in the smallest of ways. Instead, she settles for sitting right in the center on a patch of grass.

Y/N sits hunched over, crying; that's how Harry finds her. He doesn't say a word. He sits next to her and pulls her into his lap.

"I'm sorry. So sorry, darling."

Harry begins to rock her back and forward, letting his tears all as he rests his chin on top of her head. Begins to whisper sweet nothings, just wanting her close. He hates that they are causing each other this hurt.

Y/N's cries have stopped; she sniffles from time to time. The holds she has on Harry is iron tight as if he'd vanish if she let go for even a second."

"Summer." She whispers, breaking the silence.

"What?" Harry is not sure what she can mean.

"We have Summer."

"Yeah, we do."

"We have to let each other go at the end of Summer." Her tone is final.

"Y/N-"

Y/N stops him, "Harry, I'm not letting you give up your dreams for me, and I know you won't let me do the same."

"I can't say goodbye," He confesses.

"Then we won't. We'll kiss goodnight and pretend like we'll see each other in the morning."

"That's heartbreaking, love." He chuckles bitterly.

"I love you, Harry Styles."

"And I love you, my angel."

Harry is done crying, instead leans in and kisses her like he should have done earlier as soon as he had parked the car. The kiss is fast, not soft like all the kisses he's used to giving her, no he wants her to remember this kiss. He wants her to feel everything he isn't saying.

I love you. You're mine. You're my best friend. I will love you forever. He wants her to feel it all.

"Show me you love me." Y/N pulls back breathless, lips plush begging to be kissed again. Harry knows what she's asking, and he's not one to deny her.

He stands up, confusing her, but he comes prepared. Harry walks for the blanket he dumped a few feet away from them, grabbing it and spreading it out. Y/N is quick to lay back on the soft blanket. It warms her instantly. She smiles, reaching her hand up as Harry leans over her, his bottom half straddling her waist, her hand intertwining in his soft curls. Y/N brings him down for a kiss needing his touch to be close.

Harry and Y/N are wrapped in their own world, lost in their kiss; it's always been them against the world, but soon they are going to venture off separately. It's something that neither of them wants to wrap their head around, and they won't not until they have to.

They will enjoy graduation together, hand in hand receiving diplomas. Y/N will deliver a beautiful valedictorian speech. The joint graduation party will be a joy and one they sneak away from to spend watching the moon reflect over the ocean. It's the one place they feel at peace, the sea being a favorite of both of theirs. The Summer will bring endless days out, travels up the coast of California even as far as making it to San Francisco for a trip. There is not a second where they don't spend time together, and their parents understand; it breaks their heart, but it's their future, and all they can do is support them. Their love will only grow this Summer which makes it more heartbreaking when they say goodbye in August.

But none of that matters because, for now, they have each other, and that is enough.

Harry pulls back, leaning his forehead against hers, their breaths mixing together.

"I love you."

"I love you so much; it's not going away just because--" Harry stops, not being able to voice the words out loud. He can't say it, or he'll start crying.

"I know, dove." She trails her finger up his chest until they right over his heart. Y/N can feel how fast it's beating; it beats for her. "Maybe a day will come where we can be together again, that's if you don't find someone else, which I understand if you do."

"It's not going to happen."

"You don't know that," She mutters.

"Hey, I love you. No one is going to love me like you do. I'd be a fool to love someone else." Y/N settles her chin on his chest. She's staring into his eyes, trying to find a hint of a lie, but there is none. There's only love and sadness in his green orbs.

"I love you too."

Harry sighs; there's not much they can do to brighten the mood. "You know what we can do?"

"What?"

"Make a summer bucket list. First on my list is to kiss the prettiest girl I know every day." She laughs, making Harry break out in a big grin. "Lucky for you, that happens to be you." He tells her, booping her nose with his index finger.

Y/N laughs; it's only March. She has the rest of Spring and all of Summer to love Harry. To love him with every bone and cell in her body because that last day will come sooner than she likes.

_____

The end of Summer arrived, and she bid Harry goodnight with a kiss at the door like normal, like he was going to show up tomorrow bright and early for breakfast and kisses, but that wasn't the case. It was goodbye, even though neither of them could admit it.

Y/N and Harry walked away from each other; they didn't say no contact, but it was like they both silently agreed on it because there was no letters or calls to each other, no visits to each other's homes, no visiting each other parents, at least not in the beginning

The love was there, but life goes on.

JUNE 1998

After a delicious meal and second servings, everyone sits back stuffed. Everyone enjoyed a lovely home-cooked meal with entertaining conversation. Y/N enjoyed watching it happen, not participating much in conversation. She never was that interesting, she felt, always let her friends carry the conversation. She could feel Harry glance at her from time to time, but Y/N still hasn't recovered, knowing that Harry's most prized possession at sixteen was a book she wrote a note in.

Y/N wonders if he's regretting that now.

"Have we overstayed our welcome?" Zac asks, taking Y/N's silence as something terrible.

She laughs, shaking her head. "You're fine. I like listening, fascinating conversations going on."

"Come on, share something with us." Zac urges her.

"Uhh… med school has been going well. Have all of the Summer off, might do some sightseeing before going home."

"Yeah, driving home to Massachusetts instead of taking a plane like a normal person." Sydney winces at the thought, not at all wanting to think about the pit stops she had to make.

"Maybe not the smartest idea, but I encountered zero troubles; my baby, Twila, runs smoothly."

"Should get her checked out again before leaving." Harry comments.

Y/N nods. "Dad's been on my ass about that as well, but I've got no rush, especially since all I ever do here is walk around town."

"Enough car talk, let's talk about the time Zac got his clothes stolen after gym class sophomore year." Sarah sets them off on a never-ending conversation of memories.

As soon as one story is finished, a new one is being shared. Y/N forgot most of these, but as her friends tell them, she feels each memory unlock and surfacing. The conversation goes on forever, with no end in sight because that's how friendship is; it's never-ending. Especially when all they did for four years was hanging out together, creating these memories they now are so fond of.

It's around seven o'clock, the sun begins to set when everyone decides to head home. She walks them out, giving them hugs and promises of seeing each other again before everyone leaves town. Y/N notices Harry lingering by, but she doesn't say anything.

Y/N waves goodbye to Sarah and Mitch when Harry comes to stand by her. She waits for him to say goodbye, not going to rush him, which is why what he says next surprised her.

"Do you want help cleaning up?"

Harry looks shy, asking, and Y/N knows he's about to take it back, so she nods. "That'd be great."

She walks back in, and Harry follows close behind, making sure to lock the door, just in case. "I'll rinse, and you put it in the dishwasher. Okay?"

"Okay, yes."

They begin to work in silence, the only sound of the running water. Y/N wonders if he's going to stay longer or if he's going to leave right after.

God, she could really go for a glass of wine.

As Y/N hands him the last plate, she dries her hand with the red dish towel before handing a white one over to Harry, who thanks her quietly.

She leans back against the counter, debating asking him to stay for a drink or not. Harry catches her staring and smiles, unleashing the dimples. It seems he made the decision for her.

"Do you want a glass of wine?" Y/N turns around, reaching up for a glass for herself, not wanting to face him just in case he rejects her.

"Wine sounds great."

Y/N grabs two stemmed wine glasses and opens the bottle of red wine rather quickly; she's surprised her hands aren't shaking because she's so nervous. She fills both glasses halfway before stepping forward to hand Harry his cup.

"Thank you."

"No problem."

Harry takes a sip, humming at the taste. Y/N isn't sure where Zac got the bottle. She's just happy it tastes good.

"Do you want to sit outside, watch the sunset on the steps?"

Harry agrees and steps out, holding the door open for her. She sits down, leaving room for Harry. He leaves a small space in between them.

"I love sunsets, never the same."

"Same as sunrises."

"I'm not a morning person as I once was, a bit of a night owl." She shares.

"Oh really, why is that?"

"I'm not sure." Y/N knows that's a lie; what she wanted to say is because she has no one to wake up to. No one to give morning kisses or morning cuddles.

"You must still love mornings."

"I do." He chuckles. "I do three-mile runs each morning."

"Three!" She gasps. "I'd be tired the entire day; I prefer going on hikes or long walks."

"Used to it already."

"Pity, to your partner. Stealing cuddles from them." She mutters, taking a sip of her wine, hoping he didn't hear.

Harry wants to respond, not sure if she was asking or stating. Oh, how he wishes he could know what she was thinking.

"Didn't know you were interested in medicine, Harry."

"I wasn't, not until my injury." He rubs his shoulder as if he remembered the pain. "After finding out, I was done for; I just needed something entirely different. My physical therapist spoke about his journey to entering the field. He told me to enter something that captured my attention and something I would never get tired of learning about. It led me to psychiatry. My professors were great guidance."

"John Hopkins, right?"

"Yes, the very one."

"Tough school."

He laughs out loud, hand on his belly. "You're telling me, miss dean's list each semester. Graduating with highest honors from Harvard."

"You know me, my head always stuck in a book."

"Still don't take compliments."

"Makes me feel weird. I love what I do; I can't wait to start and just learn it all. This sponge I call my brain is ready to absorb it all."

"I'm sure you're going to do amazing."

"Thank you, Harry. That means a lot." She pats his knee before quickly retracting her hand back into her lap.

"Where is your residency?" Harry looks at her, a frown on his face. "Don't think I asked you."

"Well, Harvard medical was a dream, and I wasn't ready to say goodbye, so I accepted Massachusetts General. I really love the environment they have in the hospital." She sets her wine glass down, turning her body to look at Harry. She misses the look of shock on his face. "Everyone is so kind--"

"Y/N," He tries, but she continues on.

"I went for a tour, and it was busy and crowded, but they were so kind with the children. When I entered the pediatrics ward, I just knew it's where I had to be."

"Y/N,"

"I already know who I'm going to be working under, and she's--"

"Love," Harry tries his gaze on her face hoping to get a reaction.

That shuts Y/N right up; it has been a long time since she last heard that term of endearment.

Her eyes are on Harry; he has her full attention. He can tell she's a bit stunned, but his news is life-changing. "I have my residency at Massachusetts General."

"You what?" She was not expecting that news. Harry is in the same hospital as her. "Are you saying?"

"We would have run into each other if we hadn't come home for the time capsule, yes." He answers for her.

"Fate," she whispers.

Harry nods, eyes shining with tears. That one word was enough for Harry to know she might feel the same.

He sees Y/N's eyes flicker to his lips, going back to his eyes, then leans in. He does the same, wanting to feel her close more than ever.

"Y/N, you left the-" Harry and Y/N spring apart, the moment gone started by her mother. "Oh, hello, Harry."

Harry clears his throat, standing up to offer the woman who startled him a hug. "Hello Lorelai, wonderful to see you."

"How's your mother?"

"She's well. Left yesterday to visit my nephews for the weekend."

"That's nice."

The three now stand outside together, Y/N rocking back and forth on her heels, not able to standstill.

"Truly wasn't expecting to see you," Lorelai tells him.

"We were catching up" Harry smiles at Y/N. "We were keeping each other company."

"Very kind."

"I should get going; it's late." Feeling as if he overstayed his welcome.

Lorelai senses the tension a second too late as Harry is saying his goodbyes. "Well, please do stop by before you leave town."

"Of course."

"I'll walk you out." Y/N smiles at her mother as she leads Harry out through the side gate, personally wanting to avoid a run-in with her father.

Y/N, true to her word, walks him to his car; he is about to round his car, heading to the driver's seat but stops.

"Y/N?" His voice was shaky.

"Yes, Harry."

"Let's have dinner together." He rushes out in one go.

"Harry…" She pauses, "I--"

He interrupts her. "Don't tell me you have a--" he trails off, not wanting to say the word.

"Course not." She replies quickly.

"But,"

Y/N takes a deep breath, taking a moment to get her thoughts together. "I won't do this unless this is it. This is the time I'm yours again. For good."

"You've always been mine." He steps forward, hand reaching out to cup her cheek. She lets out a sigh, feeling a sense of peace take over her body. "Eight years and no one compared. No one ever will."

"H." He can see the tears in her eyes.

"I mean it. I've always been in love with you. I will always be in love with you. It will always be you."

Y/N closes the gap between them; they are the closest they have been in eight years. She searches his face for any sign of doubt but finds none. Only sees love in his beautiful emerald eyes.

"I love you." She confesses feeling a weight leave her shoulders as the words leave her mouth for the first time in years. "I never stopped. I will never stop."

"Sweetest words I have ever heard. Words I want to hear forever." Harry's smile is one she had never seen before; it's wide, and she swears it reaches the sky. His eyes hold a shine they never have before.

There's one last thing she needs for this moment to be perfect.

"Please kiss me."

"With pleasure."

She's never dreamed of this moment in fear of it not happening, but it finally is, and Y/N swears she feels the stars aligned just for them. Harry's lips were getting closer, and she felt her heart skip a beat. She parted her lips and felt him washing over like a wave of warmth. She finally felt at home. Her whole body tingled, the feel of his frame leaning on jets as his arms wrapped around her tightly, afraid that she'd disappear. Y/N's fingers slowly moved up Harry's chest until they tangled with the back of his short curls. She tugged, needing more, feeling her legs buckle at the moan Harry let out.

All she felt was love, and she wanted to feel it forever. Y/N let Harry pull away; he didn't go far, letting his forehead rest on hers. Their breaths mix together. There's a bashful smile on Y/N's face, but this moment feels too good to be true.

Harry and Y/N stand there wrapped in each other's arms, lost in each other's gaze as if no one else existed and there was no risk of interruption.

"I'll be here at noon tomorrow, going to take you out if you'll let me."

"Yes, H. I accept." She kisses him softly two more times before unwrapping herself from him, putting a bit of distance between each other, or they very well would stand there all night kissing.

"Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow." She confirms

Harry steals one last kiss, short and sweet, before getting in his car. He sends her a kiss that she pretends to catch and places it over her heart.

She knows he is blushing even though she can't see it.

As he drives away from her, all the hurt and pain of not having him washes away. Harry is hers, and she is his.

All is right.

Their paths finally crossed again, and this time there would be no final goodbye.

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Harry showed up the day after as promised. Y/N was eagerly waiting, she had felt time go slow when they had been apart, but it's a monumental day because once again, after so many years, Harry and Y/N are finally reunited.

She waited on the steps of her house like she used to when she was a teen waiting for him to pick her up and take her out on a date. It was bringing back the best memories. Harry parked right in front, and just as he was rounding his car to go meet her, she was in front of jumping in his car.

"Woah!" Harry was fast to react, only stumbling a little put holding her tight. "This is a nice welcome." He teases.

"Can you blame me? I missed you." She tells him, nuzzling her face in his neck.

"Missed you too, love. Eight years, I've missed you."

"Don't start, H. Don't want to cry. We're here now."

"You're right."

Y/N has Harry set her down; they stand there smiling at each other, taking each other in.

"Up for a drive?"

She nods. "Will you drive me to the moon?"

"Anywhere you want, angel."

Harry drives them to one place she hasn't visited because of the memory it holds. She's guessing it's because he wants to create new, better ones.

"It's still beautiful here." She looks out through the window, not wanting to leave the safety of the car. She wants to stay close to Harry.

Y/N sits in silence with Harry holding each other's hands, allowing each other to just enjoy this time together. The calmness of being loved and feeling loved. She knows there are lots to talk about, but she settles for the quietness for now.

She's not sure how much time has passed, but she's now facing Harry, and he's toying with the rose ring hanging on her neck.

"Y/N," he whispers; she lifts her gaze from his lilac nails and hums for him to go on. "I have to ask." She lets his words sit in their silence. She knows what he's asking, the same thing running through her mind.

"No." She frowns. "It felt wrong. I could never-- it was never you."

Harry can tell she feels sheepish confessing this.

She chuckles dryly. "I must sound lame; the last person I kissed was you eight years ago."

"No, it's not." He assures her.

She sighs, "Harry."

"It was the same for me. My friends tried to set me up multiple times, but it felt like cheating. No one understood."

"So you haven't…" She trails off.

"Well acquainted with my hand." He jokes.

She burst out laughing, and seconds later, Harry is as well. Their joyous laugh fills the car but also their hearts.

"I love you." She breathes out, trying to catch her breath.

"And I love you."

"Want to know a secret," she asks him.

He nods.

She turns her head to the window; she can see herself and Harry in the reflection. His eyes on her full of adoration.

"I wrote you letters, hundreds. I've lost count, really, but I've got a box full; they are locked up in mom's attic." Y/N turns, looking back at Harry; there's a soft look on his face. "I wanted to send them, but I couldn't. I didn't want to interfere."

"Darling, that's-" he chokes up, tears escaping him. "Can I read them?"

Y/N nods, "Of course, they were intended for you after all."

"Will you read them with me?"

"Sure, if that's what you want."

"Do you want to know something now?"

Y/N reaches forward and brushes a loose curl back. "Tell me."

"Each book I've read, I have written a dedication in it for you."

"What?" She says, surprised.

"The new bookshelf in mom's living room is filled with books." He waits for her to nod before continuing on. "All books for you."

"Harry," It's her turn to cry now, it seems.

"Thought about you just as much, angel."

"Do you think we did the right thing, letting each other go?"

"I do."

"Why?"

"It brought us together again. Sure it was the time capsule, but there is also Massachusetts." He reminds her.

"Isn't that wild?" She shakes her head in disbelief. "Same residency."

"It was fate, angel. Like you said last night."

"Yeah, guess fate had a plan, after all, dove."

Harry chokes up, tears welling up in his eyes. "What did you say?"

"Fate had a plan."

"After."

"Dove," she breathes out, not even noticing she slipped it in; it came out like second nature. "You're my dove, my kind man, the love of my life."

Harry grabs her face and connects his lips to hers. It's not soft; it's fast and hot but full of love. She leaned back, feeling the heat in her cheeks. Harry chases her lips, not finished yet. She lets him kiss her as he pressed soft pecks on her lips, liking the feel of her soft lips.

"Is it too soon to ask to marry you?" Harry asks, trailing kisses down her neck.

"No, never too soon." She giggles as he kisses a soft spot right under her jaw. "If I recall, I asked you one too many times during high school."

Harry chuckles, nodding. "Should have accepted sooner."

She looks at him, not being able to contain her laughter, knowing very well he should have.

"Marry me." He asks, all traces of laughter gone. He holds his breath, waiting for a response.

"Yes, of course, dove."

Harry seals it with a kiss. She accepted, and yes, it may seem rushed, but they aren't getting any younger. Their love was put on hold, and now because the time is right, they get to pick up as if no time passed at all.

They are different people, but Harry and Y/N have only become more perfect for one another.

2000 DECEMBER - MASSACHUSETTS

Her eyes snap open, and she quickly sits up, throwing the blanket off herself feeling hot and unfocused, startling Harry making him drop the Pop-Tart he was eating to fall on his chest.

She looks back at Harry, sitting up with crumbs covering his mouth and half-eaten brown sugar cinnamon sitting on top of his black sweats.

Y/N can't help but laugh at the sight in front of her, her nightmare now pushed aside.

"You're laughing." He pouts. "You gave me a proper scare."

She frowns, "I had a bad dream."

"Yeah, want to talk about it?"

She shakes her head no, instead asking him an important question. "Why are you eating Pop-Tarts in bed?" She picks up the broken half and takes a bite, appreciating the strong cinnamon flavor.

"I got hungry, but I didn't want to leave you alone, and honestly, I'd never willingly leave your cuddles."

"Did you bring me my own?" She mutters, swallowing the last piece of his.

"Why, of course, I'm no monster."

"What time are you going in today?" She asks as she opens up the package handing him half since she ate his. He happily accepts.

"Noon."

She glances at the alarm clock and sees it is only nine am. She mumbles an 'okay,' settling herself to lay her head on his chest.

"How are you spending your day off?" His hand running through her hair, always wanting to be touching her in some way.

"In bed."

Harry doesn't like that. "Still feeling sick." He states.

"Yes, but I'm fine."

"Okay, but we do work in a hospital." He playfully reminds her.

She lets out a deep sigh. "I'll have Annie check on me tomorrow."

"Thank you." He kisses her temple, definitely leaving crumbs of food behind.

"I love you, Harry."

"I love you too."

Y/N and Harry had come a long way from the Summer of 98'. They got back together and were excited to start the next chapter of their lives together. Their families were thrilled at the news of them getting back together and even happier when they learned about their shared residency location.

That Summer led them to where they are now; two years into their residency programs and one year into marriage.

Harry could not wait; he had wanted to take her to city hall for a quick signature but knew she deserved better. They were wed in the botanical garden under the beautiful flower arch she dreamed of. It was the wedding she always dreamed of; it was small and beautiful. Only their closest friends and family were in attendance. Their wedding photo; Harry gazing at her as if she put all the stars in the sky and Y/N smiling at the camera. It sits framed on Y/N's bedside. He decided it went there, so when he turns to look over at her, he sees all of her beauty laid out for him and the happiest day of his life.

Harry had fought her on changing her last name, wanting her to be called Doctor Y/LN because she worked for it and was a man who wanted his wife to shine and do all she set her mind to. Harry went as far as suggesting hyphenating but still no. She changed her last name to 'Styles.' Y/N told him she spent years dreaming about it in high school, even years later when he wasn't by her side. It's an honor to share his last name because one day, their future children would as well.

Y/N has a year left in her pediatrics residency, and Harry has two years to go. She has her fellowship to think about, which will add three more years; her focus on Critical Care Medicine. Harry has decided on Addiction Psychiatry which is only a year-long, but he's got his last two years to worry about first.

Life has been going well, they've had their fair share of arguments but nothing they can't fix. Harry can't say he doesn't love making up; it always leads to a good time.

They didn't know what life had in store for him but looking around at the photos they have hanging up, a picture of Mitch and Sarah's little boy Nathaniel who only gets bigger every time they see him. A photo of Sydney showing off her engagement ring, face full of tears but smile large; Zac off traveling the country smiling in his picture of him visiting the Grand Canyon part of his trip to visit each National Park and document his journey.

This group of six friends is living their dreams; at sixteen, none of them know what life would be like twelve years down the road, but if it wasn't for each of them having this friendship and deciding to bury a time capsule, they might not be where they are right not; happier and more in love than ever.

Harry and Y/N are filled with love and know life couldn't be better than it is; incredibly grateful to be in love and be loved back just the same.

Little do they know their love will soon have to be shared.

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Thank you so much for reading!

I love you and I hope you loved this story <3

#harry styles #timetravelathon #harry styles fluff #harry styles au #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x y/n #harry styles angst #harry fluff #thank you for reading!

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anonymousfiction211 · 4 years ago

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Handcuffed together chapter 7: The quiz

A/N: Thanks so much for your patience. Next chapter will be up next wednesday, I promise! When I started to write I wanted to advance the story a bit more, but the sex-scene kind of got away from me in this one.... Hope you like it!

The quiz After the week you spend together you actually started to grow fond of Loki. He was a patient teacher and you actually had learned a lot by now. The training was intense and you were tired from studying, But Loki had decided to quiz you. At first you wanted to postpone, but he wouldn’t let you.

‘How many bones in the human body?’ Loki asked

‘206 bones’ you answered.

He reluctantly agreed with you. The two of you had made a game out of it. For every correct answer he would take of one piece of clothing, and for every incorrect answer you would take off one piece of clothing. He was at an unfair advantage with all his difficult clothing with many layers. Still, he was sitting in his socks, pants, and t-shirt, same as you. You couldn’t help but feel smug at that. To not be disturbed Loki quizzed you in his bedroom, on the bed.

‘How many bones in the human body of an infant?’ Loki asked with a smirk on his face.

‘Ehm.. still 206?’ you asked, a bit unsure why he would basically ask the same question twice.

The widened grin told you all you needed to know ‘I’ll take you shirt now’ he said.

‘There is a difference?’ you asked before removing your shirt, not trusting the God of Lies to be honest.

‘There is, I’m going to ask you to same question next time. So, you better know the answer by then’ he said.

‘Fine’ you grumbled and removed your shirt.

‘Which artery is the main source of blood for the arm?’

‘Easy, the Brachial artery. And I’ll take your pants’ you smiled sweetly at him. Loki rolled his eyes but removed his pants.

‘Going straight to your target, I presume?’ he teased.

‘I really don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just trying to learn’ you said innocently.

‘How many erogenous zones are there?’ he asked.

‘That wasn’t in the books, you can’t ask me that. Besides, why would I need to know that to heal people?’ you answered.

‘I’m quizzing you on human anatomy, it’s not my fault you didn’t study more besides the book I gave you.’ he replied.

‘You’re not playing fair!’ you accused.

‘What did you expect from the God of Mischief and Lies?’ he teased. With one handwave the both of you were naked. You tried to cover yourself up, but Loki grabbed your arms and pulled you closer against him. He was sitting so close, you could feel his breath against your ear.

‘Let me show you then’ he said huskily.

He slowly stroked your lower back. ‘The lower back is one’. You moved closer towards him.

‘The hands and wrists are two and three’ he said. He started to slowly trace the lines in your palm and moved to your wrist. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, already.

He laid you down and put your wrists above your head. He started to kiss your neck and trailed upwards towards your ear. ‘The neck is four and the ear is five he whispered while nibbling on your earlobe, making you moan aloud. He slowly trailed his hands from your wrists, down your arms to your armpits. He stroked your inner arms lightly, making you giggle and squirm. ‘That’s six he smirked.

He kissed you and slipped his tongue inside your mouth. Slowly circling your own tong. When he stopped he bit your lips. ‘The mouth is seven’ he whispered. He slowly kissed down your neck to your breasts. He took one in his mouth and sucked on it. He licked the skin around it and bit down in the flesh. All the sensations making you whiter underneath. ‘That’s eight’ he said.

‘Loki, please’ you begged him to take you.

The wide grin told you that it was no use. You were putty in his hands and in this moment he owned you. He was in a playful mood and not nearly done playing with you.

‘Kitten, we are just over the half of them. And I really want you to learn the others as well’ he purred. When your eyes widened he laughed and then continued giving your other breast the same treatment.

He kissed downwards to your lower stomach and caressed it with his hands. You tried to move away from the tickling feeling, but there was nowhere to go. At this point you were going crazy from his touch and were panting heavily. Loki looked very pleased with your state. ‘That’s nine’ he told you. You were anticipating him going for your clit next and whined when he got up and you didn’t feel him anymore.

‘Patience’ he said. He grabbed your foot with his hands and stroked up and down. He held your foot in place when you tried to escape it. He started to massage it gently, the pressure felt so good that you arched your back. He did the same thing with your other foot. He moved his hands upwards and stroked behind your knees ‘That was ten and this is eleven’. You instinctively opened your legs for him. Normally, you would be nervous when he was staring this intently at your pussy. But now you found it extremely erotic.

‘This is twelve’ he said while trailing his hands towards your inner thighs. He kissed your right thigh and worked his way upwards to your pussy.

‘Not the last one, but definitely the most fun one to play with’ he winked. He hooked his arms under your thighs and pushed your legs up. His tongue was circling your clit. You were trashing, moaning, panting, and begging. And he ignored you completely. The only things he focused on was your clit. He held you firmly in place. The way his tongue felt licking up and down your clit soon made you see stars and you came hard, moaning his name over and over again. You looked at him when you finally came down from your high and his predatory grin told you, he wasn’t done.

‘I think we should explore this one more thoroughly, don’t you?’ he mused

‘What- what do you mean?’ you panted.

‘Well..’ he started and slowly pushed two fingers inside of you. He started to suck on your clit for a moment, making you arch your back again. You though he finally gave you a break, but you couldn’t be more wrong. He took his mouth from your clit, the moment his fingers found your g-spot. You cried out in pleasure. ‘You have the clitoris, obviously’ he said while stroking your g-spot over and over again. You were close. ‘Then there is your g-spot’ he said and put more pressure on it. You came immediately, almost screaming at this point. ‘Good girl’ he praised you.

Instead of removing his fingers he pushed them deeper inside of you. Then he stroked a spot within you, that you didn’t even know of. ‘The A-spot is often overlooked’ he grinned at you. ‘The more I stroke it, the more sensation you feel and the wetter you will be’ he said.

‘Oh my god, Loki’ you yelled when he kept going. He was right, at this point your arousal was flowing freely. ‘That’s right. What am I?’ he asked.

‘My god’ you panted.

‘Who do you belong to?’ he asked.

‘You only you’ you tried to say. But it came out ragged and needy.

‘That’s it, now come before your god’ he commanded you. And without hesitation your body did.

Loki retracted his fingers from you. ‘If only you could see yourself now, a perfectly tame kitten. All ready for me to play with’ he said.

‘Loki, I- I really can’t anymore’ you panted.

He slowly turned your around so you were on your stomach. He put your ass up ‘the only thing you will have to do is keep this perky ass up. And I will show you the last one. Don’t worry, it’s not as intense’ he said.

Before you could protest you felt his cock slide in you easily. He slowly started to thrust in and almost out of you. After a moment, his pace became a lot faster. Apparently playing with you had work him up as well. You walls already clenched down and your orgasm hit you out of nowhere. At that point Loki grabbed your hair and pulled at it. Your walls clenched down harder and the noises you made weren’t even human anymore. ‘And that.. is.. fourteen’ he grunted. He pulled your hair harder and started to slam harder into you.

‘Fuck, (Y/N)’ he yelled when he came. He slowly thrusted until his own orgasm had faded. He laid down on his back on the bed and you collapsed, still on your stomach. You were utterly exhausted and extremely satisfied. Loki slowly caressed your back with the back of his hands. He smiled when he felt the goosebumps form on your skin and your soft moaning.

‘Sensitive there, kitten?’ he teased.

‘Hmm’ you hummed sleepily.

Despite your protests he stood up and pulled you in his arms. He carried you towards the bathroom and put you down. He turned on the tap of the tub.

‘I don’t want to bathe, I want to sleep’ you pouted.

Loki just laughed. ‘I can imagine that, but a bath will do you good. After you can sleep with me in my bed, while wearing the fluffiest pyjama you can imagine. Deal?’

‘I don’t trust you in the bath’ you replied.

‘Hmm, normally I would agree with you. But trust me, I will behave myself’ he answered with a smile on his face.

‘Fine’ you reluctantly agreed.

Loki put some oils in the bath and it smelled amazing. He turned of the tab and helped you in the tub. He sat down behind you with his legs on either side, pulling you close against his chest. He washed your hair and massaged your shoulders. He did behave himself for the most time but couldn’t help kissing and biting your neck and shoulders. When the bath was done and Loki had shimmered the two of you in pyjamas, indeed the fluffiest ones you ever had, he cuddled with you in the bath.

Right before you fell asleep he asked ‘Do you remember how many zones there were?’

‘Ehm.. no, I kind of was lost and couldn’t keep up’ you answered honestly.

Loki just pulled you closer against him. ‘Well, if you can’t name them next week we are doing this again’

‘You are insatiable’ you grumbled.

‘No, you are irresistible. Now sleep, my love.’ At this point you were too out of it to even think or react to his words.

Tags: @delightfulheartdream @the-best-phineas @l0nelyasian @ragweed98

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hopelesshawks · 4 years ago

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Heyheyhey SO because you’re taking requests. Can you do one where Keigo is dating a short (like 6 inches shorter), nerdy reader that loves books and loves reading and is a total art nerd. Maybe even someone that loves science as well especially biological sciences👀 oh and a college student

You’re the best ever and I love your work🥺💖

As a bio nerd that’s also into art I approve of and feel seen by this request 👀 Thanks so much for all the love on my content ❤️

I may have gotten a little carried away with the bio aspect 😅 also gets a little suggestive at the end so I hope that’s ok 🤭

Dating a highly motivated pro hero is hard. Dating a highly motivated college student who insists on taking extra classes every semester is also hard. As a result, you and Hawks had learned very early on that the key to maintaining your relationship was rolling with the punches and taking each and every opportunity to hang out with one another. Even if that meant some of your “dates” weren’t the most romantic. Like the time you helped him file and digitize all his incident reports for the week or when he helped you study for your physics final last semester. So Hawks knows that when he arrives at your apartment, the window will be open for him regardless of whether you’re busy or not, and the two of you will work it out from there.

As Hawks climbs through your window he’s careful not to disturb any of the stacks of books lined up by the window sill. It was your favorite reading spot and so it frequently was cluttered with your latest reads and favorites. He notices a few of them are recent purchases and smiles fondly as he goes to your room. “I don’t know why you buy new books knowing full well you haven’t even gotten to all the ones you bought the last time you went to a bookstore,” he laughs as he walks into your room. He stops in his tracks as he takes in the sight before him.

Papers are scattered all over the place with you at the center holding a large stack of flashcards. Your hair is a mess and there’s a wild energy to you as you shuffle through the cards. “You good Love?” Hawks asks you cautiously. Your eyes snap up to meet his and then they widen in recognition. “Perfect! My hero!” you say as you scramble off your bed and race forward. You eagerly push the cards into his chest. “Quiz me! I have a biochem exam tomorrow and we’re expected to have the structure of every amino acid memorized. Not just the essential ones, ALL OF THEM. My professor is trying to kill me,” you insist. “Good thing you got me then,” Hawks grins as he pulls you back to the bed where you both get settled.

A couple hours later you had finally memorized all the acids but were struggling to get some of the other material memorized. “C’mon tell me about the Bohr Effect Love, you got this,” Keigo encourages. “Fuck you and fuck biochem and fuck the Bohr Effect,” you groan instead as you fall backwards against your bed, landing on several of your notes. “You don’t mean that.” “I really do.” “How about we make a deal?” he offers. “I’m listening.” “If you do well on your exam I’ll make time to take you to the contemporary art museum this weekend. Wasn’t there a new exhibition in town you wanted to check out?” he offers as he turns and leans over you. “But that’s so far away,” you whine. “Hmm well I’ll sweeten the deal a little bit. If you tell me about the Bohr Effect and the molecular basis for it,” he says leaning down until his lips are just centimeters from yours, “then we can take a break for me to teach you anatomy. Deal?” “Deal,” you reply breathlessly. “So? What’s the Bohr Effect?” he asks as one of his hands skates up your side. “The Bohr effect describes how hemoglobin’s affinity for binding oxygen decreases with decreasing pH because of the increase in hydrogen ion concentration.” “And?” “And, uh,” your brain takes a minute to grasp the information, distracted by Keigo’s larger frame hovering just above yours, so tantalizingly close. “And increased presence of carbon dioxide also decreases hemoglobin binding affinity to oxygen b-because of the N-terminus interacting with CO2,” you finally manage. “Good little dove,” Hawks coos and then suddenly he’s pulling away back out of your space. You sit up with a confused look on your face and are about to question him when suddenly several of his feathers are dumping your anatomy textbook and notes into your lap. “It’s chapters 8 through 10 you have the exam on Friday on right?” he asks with a smirk. “I- You- God you’re such a tease!” you groan. “You’ll thank me when you pass both exams,” he replies. You glare at him for a moment before finally giving in and opening up your textbook.

You’ll never admit it but he’s absolutely right. That’s why you love him. That’s why, in spite of everything, the two of you make it work.

#this one kinda got away from me oops hahaha #hope you like it!#hhrequests #hawks #wing hero hawks #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #hopeless.olivia

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vintagedolan · 4 years ago

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mixtape: the b-sides

welcome to mixtape, the b-sides! these are little blurbs/bonus content related to mixtape, which you can read here. these little snippets are just for fun, and you don’t have to read them to follow the story! but, if you want to see all of them in one place, check them out here

track: wildfire by ben rector

Author’s Note: this is gray and indy’s first morning in jersey :’) andddd it’s dedicated to the wonderful mar, aka @sunshineforgray because her sweet words actually broke me out of my writers block hope you enjoy!!

Indiana hadn’t slept in many beds with many boys. It wasn’t that she was opposed to it - the opportunity just hadn’t really risen. She was usually ‘married to her books’ as her dad always said, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have a few high school flings that fizzled out. But not before she managed to sneak them into her house at least once for some nerve-ridden nights under the sheets.

But damn if she didn’t know that she was ruined for any boy that dared come after Grayson Bailey Dolan as soon as she woke up. It took her a minute to orient to where she was as she looked around - unfamiliar walls, a tan dresser, a shirt. Grayson’s. She was in Jersey.

It clicked then, and she remembered the night before, coming inside from their sweet moment on the swing to a quiet house, her shower, climbing into bed with him.

They’d made it under the covers at some point and fallen asleep - her hoodie had ridden up around her chest, Grayson’s warm arm wrapped around her entirely, holding it in place. His hand was tucked under her ribs to hold her against him, which made it difficult, but not impossible to twist around to face him.

He grumbled at her movements, brows knitting together as he shifted, arm tightening against her back and pinning her to him. She brought her hands to his chest, tracing her fingertips over his warm skin. There were a few spots, little white flecks across his skin that seemed to be fading away. She found a few scars in her search, little tribulations to moments passed. Her favorite discovery was the slightly coarse, short regrowth of his chest hair - had he shaved it? She wondered why, but only for a moment, because then he was really moving, his other arm coming up to stretch out as he buried his face in his elbow.

His eyes were puffy when he finally opened them, and he blinked hard a few times - she could practically see the wheels turning in his head as the night before came back to him. And then he was smiling his sleepy smile, the one that only had the energy to lift the corners of his lips up a tiny bit and squint his eyes shut. She wiggled up, only managing to get where she wanted to be when he caught on and flexed his arm, pulling her up onto his chest as he rolled onto his back. She licked her dry lips before she pressed them against his, soft and welcoming as the song of the birds that were starting to rouse outside.

“Good morning,” he hummed, chest rumbling a bit with the bass of it. “What time is it?”

She reached for his arm, turning his wrist and reading his watch.

“8:34,” she mumbled, relaxing down against him, cheek on his chest as he breathed.

“So we’re both early risers. Good to know. Couple goals.”

She scoffed against him, but it was for show. It was nice to have a subtle confirmation that she hadn’t dreamed up everything from the evening before. They basked in the silence for a moment and Indy found herself tracing letters again, feather light touch over his ribs. I-N-D-Y. And then D-E-E.

“Dee.”

“Hmm?”

“That’s what you wrote, right? D-E-E.”

She nodded against him with a smile.

“Write something, I’ll try to guess,” she said. She went to roll her sleeve up, but he had other plans. His hand moved to her back, up under her hoodie to land on soft skin. She focused in on the feeling, tried to visualize what he was drawing.

W-A-R-M.

“I’m warm huh? That’s a first. It’s only cause you’re a space heater though.”

“Your turn.”

She wrote a bit faster against his chest.

C-O-F-F

“Hey, take it easy, I’m dyslexic. Gotta give me a chance,” he frowned, making her press a kiss to his shoulder quickly to muffle her laugh. She started over, slower this time.

C-O-F-F-E-E.

“That can be arranged,” Grayson smiled. “You need it now? Or can we stay in bed a little longer.”

“I could probably be persuaded,” she mused, scrunching her nose at him before both his arms snaked around her shoulders, trapping her there. He craned his neck forward to kiss her a few times before he thought of a better option, rolling her over so she was underneath him. She was pretty sure it was the best view that anyone could ever have - her shirtless boyfriend above her, chain hanging down, chilly against her neck when he leaned down and peppered kisses across her face. She eventually caught his lips and convinced him to stay there for a moment, long enough for her to get her hand into his hair, making him hum against her.

“We’re having sleepovers every night. No exceptions,” he breathed.

“My bed’s comfier,” she giggled, chasing after his lips as his hands roamed, so big that she felt like they could wrap around her.

Indy didn’t know how long they stayed like that, but eventually she was on her side facing him and his hand traced down to her hip. His eyes shone hazel in the light that peeked in through the window, showing off flecks of gold and green.

“What do you have on the agenda today?”

“Gotta study for my medical terminology quiz, read for bio, and study for my anatomy exam. And then Bekah later.”

“Shit. So I need to get you back to your place then.”

Her knee jerk reaction was to say yes, but there was a disappointed understanding in his voice that had her resolve wavering. Sure, she’d have to grind to get it all done but…

“I can stay for breakfast. If you’re cooking.”

“Really?” His eyes lit up, a wide smile stretching across his face.

“Depends on what you’re making.”

“I’ll make whatever you want, as long as it’s vegan.”

“I’m not much of a breakfast person actually, so I’m down for anything.”

He mocked offense, bringing his hand to his chest dramatically.

“Oh you will be after my vegan french toast.”

“That a promise?”

“Fuck yeah it is,” he laughed, burying his face in her neck one last time before he rolled off, standing up and stretching out. She knew she was staring, but she didn’t care. The way his muscles moved under his skin was mesmerizing - she could have watched it for another hour, but he reached out for her hand and coaxed her out of bed. She headed down the hallway behind him, down the stairs and into the kitchen.

There was a morning chill over the house that she tried to fight off by sticking close to Grayson until he started to move around the kitchen, gathering a bowl, a pan, bread, some vegan egg replacement from the fridge.

“Is that oat milk?” It caught her eye in the fridge door.

“Yeah, that’s the good shit.”

“You want coffee?”

He nodded, smiling as she snuck behind him and grabbed the bottle from the fridge.

Indy had always imagined this - an early morning with a boy, the whole throwing-flour-at-each other and over the top flirting trope sticking in her head from cheesy pinterest pictures and unrealistic movies. Still, she wanted it. But that morning, it wasn’t like the pictures, or the movies. She went around the corner and made the lattes, spending extra time on Grayson’s to make sure it was perfect. And he put a little extra cinnamon on her french toast, made sure it was prepped just the right way.

And somehow, it was better.

Probably because when she came around the corner with the mugs and climbed up onto the counter, Grayson took his spare hand and rested it on her thigh, rubbing soft circles with his thumb. The conversation moved easily after that, only broken up by pauses for sips of coffee and toast transfers.

Gray suggested breakfast on the porch, but not until he’d found an old blanket in the chest in the living room for Indy to put over her shorts-clad legs. They ended up sharing it, throwing it over their laps as they sat shoulder to shoulder on the bench with their plates balanced carefully. Grayson watched her take her first bite, a prideful smile spreading across his face when she groaned.

“Holy shit that’s good. Is that your recipe?”

He nodded, ignoring the nagging thought in his head that Ethan had definitely been a part of that development.

“Told you so.” He nudged her shoulder.

Grayson finished his toast before Indy had even moved on to her second piece, but he didn’t mind. He just sat there with her, leaned against her, laughed quietly to himself when she wiggled a bit as she ate - he’d heard that girls did that, but he’d never actually seen it.

Eventually the plates were moved to the side and the mugs emptied, and they found themselves in each other’s arms again, watching the rest of the woods wake up.

“Do you like being out here? In Jersey?”

She nodded against his shoulder. “It’s a good break, from the city.”

“Good, cause I like having you out here. It’ll be even better when I have my own place instead of being at mom’s,” he mused. Indy perked up at that with a frown.

“I like your mom.”

“I know, it’s nothing against her. I just like having you all to myself.”

Her cheeks were warm again.

“Well, you have me all to yourself right now,” she teased, quirking an eyebrow at him. He gave her a devious grin, hand moving down her thigh so he could pull her over practically into his lap.

“I could get used to that.”

#mixtape #bsides #im actually excited for this hehe

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babi-correia · 4 years ago

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Guardian Angel

Words: 3083

Pairing: Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death, drug abuse, poorly written medical stuff and PTSD.

From Anon:

“Hi there, can I get a Greg Gerwitz x reader, please? So reader and Jay are cousins and when Jay enlists, he starts writing about his friend Mouse so reader when sending care packages will always include things for Mouse and when Jay came back for his mum's funeral, Mouse came with and he falls for reader and vice versa but remained friends while he's in the rangers still. When he was discharged and eventually involved in some shady shit, it was the reader who gets him back on track. Thank you x”

Here you go, kind friend.

[(Y/N/N)=Your Nickname]

One thing you knew for sure: nothing in your life could have possibly prepared you for the moment when your cousin, Jay, had been deployed to Afghanistan. His mother, your own mother's sister, was devastated, but his father had shown nothing but anger and disapproval at his career choice, as he had with Will. It seemed like no matter what, the man would never approve or support either of his sons, and it annoyed you to no end. So, logically, when he went away you took it upon yourself to make sure he knew that at least one person back home cared about him and wasn't completely repealing him.

He mentions his friend and teammate Greg Gerwitz in one of his first letters, as Jay had taken to personally protect Greg, as he was a very valuable communications expert; although you could read right through that Jay began projecting himself as an older brother for Greg, who he affectionately called "Mouse". From Jay's reaction, you gather that Greg probably didn't have that much of a support network back home, or any at all, other than Jay, so you include him as well in your silly little personal mission.

The first care package goes out a month into their deployment, filled with energy bars, sunblock, beef jerky, some pain-relieving topical cream, and deodorant, along with a picture of you, your mom, and Jay's mom holding a sign saying "Counting the days for the two of you to be back". It finds them well, and Jay's letter is full of little round wrinkly spots when you open it, its' content nothing but praise for the care package. He writes that Greg cried like a baby when Jay told him that the packed box was for the both of them and not just him.

When you have to write to Jay about his mom's illness, it breaks you. Your whole purpose with the letters and care packages was to brighten their mood, often including bad jokes you had happened to hear and you knew they would get a kick out of because of how bad they were. But you had to tell him. You end up rewriting the letter more times than you cared to count, searching for the best way to say "hey, your mom's dying". This time, it's your letter that's filled with little round wrinkly spots when you seal the envelope.

Jay's response takes its' time, and comes right in the week of your exams. Between helping your aunt and studying to get a decent internship, you were left with very little time to do anything else other than sleep and eat. You put a hold on the anatomy book you're studying, deciding to pick it up after you prepare everything to do with Jay and Greg, refusing to let them go without a letter or care package. You fill the letter with crappy jokes and complaints about how dumb you were to want to become a doctor, because clearly, the exams were driving you mad. You try to put some hope in the letter, saying that Jay's mom looks better than before.

The next month makes you nearly drop out. Your aunt's condition worsens too fast for there to be anything left to do, and you have to be the one to let Jay know that his mom died because dear old Pat could still not be bothered to talk to his son.

You manage to catch one of your dad's old army buddies, one who is still in the military, and make him pull some strings to get both Jay and Greg back in US soil for the funeral.

You pick them up at the airport, noticing how thinner Jay is, how his face looks so sunken, how he looks almost broken. He barely has time to drop his duffle bag before you wrap him in a hug as tight as you can give. He hugs you back before backing away and wiping his eyes.

"(Y/N), this is Mouse. Mouse, this is (Y/N), the angel that has been sending us goodies." Jay introduces. Greg goes to shake your hand but you hug him, feeling him reluctantly hug you back.

"I wish we had met under better circumstances." You say to Greg, pulling away from a hug and giving him a tired smile. "We should get back, you can still catch the wake, Jay."

The car ride is silent, and you can't find it in you to say anything at all. You pull up to the mortuary house, parking the car and taking a deep breath.

"You want me to go in with you?" You ask, seeing how Jay is looking out the window.

"No, I think it's better if I go in alone." He says before pausing. "Is Pat in there?"

"No. We haven't seen much of Pat lately." You admit, knowing Jay knew how much you despised his father.

He exits the car and you sit in silence, Greg still in the back seat. It takes a while before he breaks the ice.

"So... Jay tells me you want to be a doctor?" He asks meekly, his eyes on everything but you.

"I do. I'm about to start my residency, hopefully at a big hospital like Chicago Med." You say, the usual excitement that comes paired with your passion and the opportunity to talk about it significantly dulled.

"What's your expertise?"

"I'm going for trauma surgery." You say, turning around in your seat to face Greg.

His heart skips a beat when his eyes finally meet yours. No one in his life had ever looked at him with the sheer kindness you did. He had grown a crush on you without knowing you at all, and seeing you look at him like that only reinforced it.

"Look, I just want to say thank you for including me in the care packages." He manages, breaking eye contact and looking at his hands, which rest atop his knees. He can barely mask the gasp he makes when you put one of your hands over one of his and give him a reassuring squeeze.

"It's my pleasure." You say, greeting him with a smile when he finally looks at you again. "I enjoy doing it, and it makes me feel better about the whole deployment situation that I can at least give you guys something to brighten your day."

Over the next couple of days, you just chat your mind out to Greg and read your medicine books to him, sometimes making him quiz you on the subjects. He generally looks confused, but he also seems happy to help you. It makes him giddy on the inside to see how much you know about whatever he's quizzing you about, and the focused yet excited look on your face makes his heart flutter. It's only during the night before they fly back that he realizes: he's head over heels for you.

You wake up ridiculously early the morning of their flight; well, you don't wake up, you just get out of bed, because sleep had ever so expertly evaded you due to your overthinking of what would happen to Jay and Greg back in Afghanistan. Your mind keeps racing, running multiple scenarios but not seeing a positive outcome in none of them. And even though of course you worried deeply about Jay, since he was your cousin and you two grew up together, your stomach twisted in itself at the thought of Greg getting hurt.

You slowly realize that you had begun to harbor feelings for the man, and your mind reels. You hide your face on your hands as you try to process everything before you give up and go out to sit in your back yard and stare at the sky.

You take them to the airport at around 5 am, the drive there being awfully silent. You feel the tears prickling at your eyes as you drive the car and grip the steering wheel with everything you have. You could tell Greg about how you felt, but you couldn't handle the fact that he was going back when he was barely your friend, much less if you uncovered your feelings. Besides, nothing guarantees you that he would like you back, so you decide to keep your mouth shut.

You bid your goodbyes and hug the two men outside the airport, your hug with Greg taking a little longer than it should - not that he seemed to mind. They head inside and you return to your car, sitting behind the wheel and crying all of your emotions out. When you look back to maneuver your car, you notice something glinting in the back seat and pick it up. The small metal plate is cold in your hand, and you notice a little post-it attached.

"Thank you for caring so much about someone you know so little about. Please don't forget about me."

You turn it around and see the engraving: Gregory Gerwitz. Tears well up in your eyes again, and you hold the dog-tag to your chest, closing your eyes.

You keep sending them letters and care packages as part of your routine, sometimes struggling to get time to do it. You had managed to land your internship on Med, and they liked you enough to keep you around as an ED doctor.

On your day off, just as you're about to head off into the grocery shop to gather goodies for the next care package, your doorbell rings and you open the door to find your supposedly deployed cousin.

"Jay!?" Your voice is squeaky, but you can't find it in you to care. "What are you doing here?"

You hug him carefully, noticing some cuts and bruises on his face and arms. He hugs you back and lifts you slightly.

"I was medically discharged a few weeks ago, I've been crashing at a friend's but I owed you to come here." He explains as you guide him inside. "Also, I need your help with something."

"What's wrong?" You ask, sitting beside him on the couch. He points at your chest, where the dog tag rests, hanging from a simple chain.

"It's about Mouse. He isn't taking it well and I'm afraid he's going to do something that's gonna hurt him." Jay sighs. "He really likes you, but he doesn't think of himself as deserving of someone that cares about him and wants to help."

"Where can I find him?" You ask, feeling your chest tightening.

"Not even I know that, but as soon as I find out I'll let you know." He stays, prompting himself to get up. "By the way, I'm in the police academy and it'd mean a lot to me if you could attend my graduation in a few months."

"Of course!" You beam at him before hugging him. "Just let me know when, and I'll ask for the day off."

After your conversation with Jay, you can't bring yourself to stop thinking about Greg and how he's doing. One day, you're getting in your car to get home after a shift when you get a call from Jay.

"Yes?" You answer your phone.

"(Y/N), I need you to come to your house quickly." Jay's voice seems distressed. "It's Greg, I have no idea what happened."

You make the drive back in record time, grabbing the emergency medical kit from under the passenger seat before rushing inside. You notice Jay has used the spare key you gave him to get inside, finding him and Greg on the floor of your bathroom.

Your heart drops and you join them on the floor, quickly assessing Greg; his skin is cold and clammy, his breathing and heart rate slow, and he seems to be slipping in and out of consciousness.

"He's overdosing on opioids." You realize aloud, quickly opening your medical kit and retrieving a small vial and a syringe. Jay watches you as you charge the syringe and push out the air before administering it.

"What is that?" He asks, watching as you set the syringe on the bathroom counter.

"Naloxone. It reverses opioid overdoses, technically." You say, observing Greg's reaction. "We have to get him to a hospital, Jay."

"No, that may screw whatever little chance he still has at getting a job."

You shake your head as you move your hand to gage Greg's heart rate, noticing it seemed to pick up a bit.

"Let's see how he progresses. If I don't like anything in how he develops, I'm taking him to the hospital, and that's not debatable." You state, moving behind Greg and sitting him up, noticing as he begins to shiver. You lean his back against your chest as he begins to move slightly. "Stay still for a bit, Greg. Please."

You feel him tense up, his breathing labored. He looks at Jay, who shakes his head.

"I don't know what's going on Mouse, but you need to get it together." Jay says, his face serious as he gets up. "I have to get to the academy, but I'll come by later."

You hear the front door shut as Jay leaves, and just sit on the floor in silence for a while.

"What's going on, Greg?" You ask, your voice barely a whisper. He feels his chest tightening at your sad and defeated tone. This was exactly why he didn't want to come to you, he was a broken man and he knew you'd be disappointed in him. "Why didn't you ask for help?"

He doesn't even have a chance to respond before he scrambles forward and wretches into the toilet. You just brush your hand up and down his back, feeling him shake as he starts to cry.

You wet a towel and run it through his face to wipe the sweat gathering on his forehead. You hook your arms around his chest and help him rise to his feet, supporting most of his weight.

"Can you work with me and get to the living room? We'll be more comfortable there." You ask softly, holding him up and helping him move to the living room. You sit him down on the couch and take a seat next to him, wiping some hair sticking to his forehead. You take one of his hands in yours, and his heart just about shatters when he sees the look you give him: it's still the same pure kindness from the first time the two of you met.

"I didn't want to disappoint you." His voice is barely a whisper, and your brows knit in confusion. "I'm not the same person from when we first met, I've gone down a dark path, I didn't want to disappoint you or get you involved."

"Greg, you'd never disappoint me." You say, your voice soft. "It's normal, it's a whole different reality. I'm here to help you however I can."

You hug him and cradle him against your chest, his arms snaking around you to hold as tight as he can.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He mumbles, his voice shaking. You rest your chin atop his head and caress his back as he keeps on trembling. "I should've come to you sooner, I should have told you about everything a lot sooner."

"All that matters is that you're ok, Greg." You whisper, holding him. "We can work on this from now on. You're not alone."

You end up offering Greg the spare bedroom on your house, on the condition that he must stay clean and out of trouble, and at least try to get a legitimate job.

One day you get home after working a double shift, your head pounding and your emotions all over the place: you had lost a patient. You know that there wasn't anything you could have done, but that doesn't make you feel less shitty. Entering the house, you make a beeline for the living room and flop face-first into the couch, laying there for a while without moving.

"Hey (Y/N/N), you ok?" You hear Greg's voice as he kneels next to you. You turn your head to face him and he sees the tears in your eyes. "Woah, what's wrong?"

"I lost a patient today. Nice old lady, came in because she slipped and fell on the icy street, hit her head pretty nastily. She was talking when she got there, but then she passed out and just like that she was gone." You vent, tears streaming down your face. Greg holds your hand and rubs it softly. "I just wish there had been something I could have done for her."

"You have a heart of gold, you know that?" He says, pushing some hair out of your face. "You can't save everyone... Just cherish the ones you did save, like me for example."

He always jokes around about you saving him, but it was the truth; without you, he'd probably be dead in an alley somewhere.

"I think it's mutual saving." You whisper, smiling at him. "I would probably have gone mad by now if you weren't around."

You maneuver yourself and sit normally on the couch, and he sits next to you, pulling you into a hug.

"It's a nice little deal we have, then." He says, holding you to him. You nod, eventually separating from him. "I still think you're my private guardian angel."

You laugh at him, and his belief solidifies further: to him, you were exactly like an angel, from your laugh to your personality to your selflessness, and you had given him a second chance at life.

Before either of you realize what's going on, he leans in and cups your face, resting his forehead against yours. You can feel his breath on your face as you take in the beautiful blueness of his eyes.

"If you don't want it, say so." He whispers, his eyes riddled with both fear and excitement. Your heart beats out of your chest as you close the space between you and kiss him, feeling him smile against your lips. It's short and chaste and sweet, but it's everything you had imagined. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for that."

You laugh, cupping his face as you kiss him again, the two of you giggling like a pair of kids and forgetting everything else in the world other than the moment that you were having.

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helrdw0r110 · 5 years ago

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taexual · 6 years ago

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Talking Body / Yugyeom x Reader (SMUT)

Yugyeom shows you a different way how to prepare for your Anatomy final.

Pairing: Yugyeom x Reader / college au

Words: 5.4k

Warning: unprotected sex

@beacosta27 REQUEST: I want to request one smut scenario with yugyeom, they're studying in her house (she lives alone and they're dating) but at some point yugyeom wasn't interested in study anymore, with a lot of fluffy too and romantic, but rough at the same time with hikeys and things like that. With after care, please!!!

creds to tove lo for the perfect title!

Maybe Yugyeom – who was the most distracted person you knew – wasn’t the best study buddy to have in college, but he was the first person you had studied with since you got in. You met him in the library and nearly failed that first test after your “study session.”

But Yugyeom offered to study together again, and again, and again. You always agreed, but not because you had some kind of self-destructive tendencies, but because, to put it simply, you had a bit of a crush on him, however silly that may have seemed.

Right now you and Yugyeom had four anatomy books open on the floor, and were still holding another one each as you tried to prepare for an exam in three days. At first, Yugyeom wasn’t up for studying three days in advance, since you and him were usually the type who just prepared the night before and somehow always nailed everything, but now you convinced him to get a head start. You needed to save your grade.

“Anatomy will be the reason why I’m dropping out,” you told him after you finished reading a paragraph and did not remember a single word you’ve just read. “Too many terms to remember. What are you reading about?”

“Female surface anatomy,” he replied. “The female in this illustration looks awfully uncomfortable, I can’t concentrate.”

You leaned closer to take a look. “Well, she’s sprawled out naked for students like you to learn surface body parts and regions. I’d be uncomfortable, too.”

“Well, yeah,” Yugyeom agreed. At first. “But, like… if I’m drawing a body for students to learn, the least I could do is make the face a little happier. I mean—”

“You’re getting side-tracked,” you cut him off. “Better remind me where the gluteal region is. I’m so lost I don’t even know what that means.”

“It’s the region of the butt.”

You snickered, your eyes sliding down the illustration in his book until you found it. “Nice wording.”

“I know,” Yugyeom smirked. “If I don’t use human words to make explanations for myself, I can’t remember. Did you know that I asked my roommate—”

“Off-topic again?” you interrupted, knowing how easy it was to distract Yugyeom.

“No, this is… on-topic,” he said and then continued, “I asked my roommate to quiz me on the anatomical regions and he laughed for ten minutes straight when he asked me what the mammary region encompassed.”

“Your roommate is probably twelve,” you replied, snickering.

“Yeah, he’s still going through puberty at twenty years old,” Yugyeom said. “And that’s why I study with you.”

“Because I don’t make boob jokes?”

Yugyeom laughed. “Yeah. But you do need to learn how to take a joke, though.”

“Side-tracked again—”

“No, really,” he continued despite your warning. “Studying can be fun.”

You sighed. It was moments like this that you doubted if the decision to always study with Yugyeom was a good one since, unless the exam was two hours away, he had a hard time staying concentrated and, thus, ended up distracting you, too. Maybe you really should have stopped letting your heart make the decisions for you when you were looking for studying companions.

“Studying is only fun if you’re fine with failing,” you said decidedly. “I’m not. I need to pass this class.”

“That’s a very pessimistic point of view,” he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth to show his disapproval. “It’ll mess with your mind later. You need to be more laid-back. Speaking of! Lie down on this couch for me.”

He stood up form his seat next to you and smiled softly while you watched him with wide, confused eyes. “You want me to do what for you?”

“Lie down,” Yugyeom repeated casually. “Let me practice my knowledge on you in a fun way. Oh, and please don’t look as uncomfortable as the lady in the book.”

You lied down on the couch per his request – although you weren’t sure why – and watched him expectantly.

“You know what,” you said as he stood next to you, hovering above you and reading a few more things from the book. “I completely understand why they drew her with an uncomfortable expression. I really do feel weird like this.”

Yugyeom chuckled. “We’re just learning anatomy. There’s nothing weird about that.”

Sighing, you nodded and waited as he put his book down on the floor next to the other ones, inhaled deeply, and then slowly leaned over you, one of his knees resting on the couch next to your hips. He didn’t even do anything other than gently press a finger to your forehead but you already felt your heart skip a beat.

“The forehead,” he said. “Frontal region.”

Realizing the way he was planning to memorize everything, you bit your lip.

“You don’t have to touch, you know,” you said, afraid that he was going to find out how fast your heart was beating if he touched every region he mentioned.

“That’s the fun part of this,” he dismissed you with a wink.

You scoffed and watched him continue. His finger slowly slid down your face and stopped next to your left eye. When Yugyeom glanced at it, you saw him take in a shaky breath.

“The eyes,” Yugyeom said. “Orbital region.”

“Or ocular,” you added, quieter than you had intended, but he was close enough to hear you.

He nodded, his finger sliding down. “The ears, aurical or otic region. The cheeks, buccal region.”

The way his hand was slowly sliding down your face definitely shouldn’t have made you feel so hot but it did, and you had no way to hide your flustered state since his eyes followed every move of his fingers.

“You seem to know this already,” you said, hoping he’d take your hint and just stop this. This was too weird and his touch messed with your feelings way too much.

But Yugyeom went on, ignoring everything you said.

“The nose, nasal region,” he said and as soon as his fingers slid down to your lips, both of you collectively stopped breathing. “The mouth…”

You weren’t sure if he stopped talking because he got distracted or because he genuinely didn’t know. Realizing that his fingers on your lips made your entire body buzz with electricity, you exhaled and opened your mouth.

“Oral region,” you said helpfully, your lips brushing against his fingers as you talked.

Yugyeom blinked. “Right. Yes. The chin, mental region. The neck… servical region.”

You felt your nails dig into the couch cushion underneath you as soon as his hand brushed gently against your neck and you felt goosebumps rise all over your skin. Yugyeom didn’t seem like much – you could probably take him – but he had a really powerful touch as your body completely dismissed every rational thought you had and responded to him on its own.

Placing his hand flat down on your collarbones, Yugyeom continued, “The chest. Thoracic region.”

You weren’t sure if he felt how fast your heart was beating but if he did, he chose to stay quiet about it. Moreover, you weren’t sure if he would dare to touch your every body part but, with a smirk spreading on his lips, Yugyeom slowly moved his hand down until he was touching the side of your left breast.

“Breasts,” he said, now full-on smirking. “Mammary region.”

“I can’t tell if you’re laughing because of the region name or because you’re holding my boob,” you told him and watched him laugh.

“Definitely both,” he said, having no shame about this whatsoever.

“Alright, moving on,” you said then, biting your lip and feeling as if his palm, gently pressed to the side of your breast, was taking up too much of your attention. You didn’t even notice the way he was biting his lip as he watched you.

“Okay,” he said, his hand sliding down until it stopped to rest below your breasts, on your abdomen. “Stomach. Abdominal era.”

“Technically,” you said, taking a moment to calm down from the way his touch made you feel. “You’re supposed to say abdomen. Not stomach. Always talk about the surface of the body, not the inside.”

Yugyeom nodded. “Abdomen. Got it.”

He paused every once in a while as his hand slowly made its way down towards your hips. You were never sure if he paused because he forgot the name of the region, but you always mumbled the name, all while stubbornly focusing your gaze on the ceiling. You were afraid to glance down – Yugyeom’s hand was currently resting in your coxal region, right on your left hip – in case your eyes met.

You had to admit, learning by touch was different and perhaps even more efficient than just reading about the human body in a book. Yugyeom’s touches left burning marks all over your body and you were certain you were going to remember everything he said and did very well.

Yugyeom’s hand slid across your thigh slowly until it stopped to rest on the inside of your leg, his fingertips brushing lightly against the crotch of your jeans.

“The pubic region,” Yugyeom said, his voice no longer sounding as excited as it had before.

“Uh,” you cleared your throat as you leaned up on your elbows. Listening to your heartbeat echo in your ears, you picked his hand up and carried it upwards until it was right at the waistband of your jeans. “Technically, the pubic region is somewhere around the pelvis. Uh, above the genitals.”

Yugyeom wasn’t breathing when you held his hand but as soon as you let go and lied back down, – the atmosphere in the room was suddenly too intense, you still couldn’t look at him, – he finally inhaled.

“Genitals is not a hot word,” he said.

You wanted to laugh but the seriousness of the situation – and his hand on your lower abdomen – didn’t allow you to.

“I didn’t realize we were trying to be hot here,” you replied.

“I’m kind of feeling you up,” he said. “It’s already hot.”

“It’s for scientific purposes,” you insisted.

But as soon as you said it, a part of you realized that this was really just your excuse not to react to any movement Yugyeom’s hands made as they coursed down your body. In reality, you doubted other students practiced their knowledge of the human body by touching their friends everywhere. All friends had to draw a line how far they could take their friendship, but for you and Yugyeom, that line was already a dot somewhere in the distance.

Yugyeom’s hand moved down, stopping right between your legs. His touch wasn’t forceful, you could barely even feel his hand there but you knew where it was and, suddenly, you became very aware of how this made you feel.

It took you a good minute to realize that he hadn’t said the name of any body part when he moved his hand to rest right between your thighs. Or maybe you just didn’t hear it, your mind was very much elsewhere.

A whimper left your lips as soon as his hand pushed against you a little harder. “Yugyeom…”

“Yeah?” he asked, his throat dry and voice hoarse. If you had only looked down at him, you would have noticed the way his hungry eyes never left your face, eating your every reaction up. “Do you want me to move my hand?”

You could barely feel his hand through the thick material of your jeans but knowing that it was there, touching you right where you wanted him most, made you wish he just ripped your clothes off. Yeah. Your mind didn’t go from zero to a hundred, it skyrocketed to a whole thousand.

“No,” you said, exhaling shakily. “I want you to—”

But you already gave Yugyeom the encouragement he needed and he cut you off by crawling on top of you – what he really did was jump on the couch and land right on top of you, but you had your eyes closed, and he was too gentle for anything to feel rushed or impatient – and pressing his lips to yours.

He tasted sweet. You couldn’t name what his lips tasted like specifically because as soon as you felt his tongue on your bottom lip and opened your mouth just slightly to deepen the kiss, every single movement of his lips against yours just tasted like Yugyeom.

You could feel how warm his body was as he hovered above you, his hips lightly brushing against yours every once in a while. You could feel the softness of the skin on his neck as you wrapped your hands around it, pulling him closer to you.

With every kiss, the exam faded further and further into your mind. You could only concentrate on the way Yugyeom’s lips felt against yours and the way one of his hands – the one that wasn’t supporting his weight on top of you – slid down your side until it reached the hem of your t-shirt. He lifted it with ease, finally getting to touch your bare skin and sighing into the kiss as soon as he felt you shiver under his touch.

“You’re responding to me so well,” he mumbled against your lips, kissing the corner of your mouth, and then moving onto your jawline.

You didn’t think there was anything you’d enjoy more than having Yugyeom’s hands on you again, but you were pleasantly surprised by how good his lips felt when he kissed the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Yugyeom,” his name slipped from your lips when you felt his teeth graze your neck. Your body jerked forwards when you felt him suck on the skin there, but Yugyeom had his hands on you, holding you down. “Ah, fuck…”

His lips, his tongue, and his teeth worked in perfect sync to bite, suck, and lick over the slowly forming mark on your neck. It stung when he brought his tongue over it but the sensation didn’t seem painful and you found yourself throwing your head back to give him better access to your neck.

“Is that good?” Yugyeom asked, his voice so low, you almost moaned just at the sound of it.

“S-so good,” you whispered, unable to find your voice because Yugyeom had suddenly pulled slightly further away from you so he could lift your shirt up.

He already had no intention to take this slow – and thus gave you no chance to catch your breath – and yet you still felt like he wasn’t moving fast enough as hot, burning feelings spread throughout your body.

You sat up, helping Yugyeom rid you of your shit and then responding to his kiss as soon as he pressed his lips to yours again. He was evidently struggling to breathe, too, as his kisses turned sloppy and his hands searched for the clasp of your bra urgently as if this was a life-or-death situation. Yugyeom had exactly zero patience. The atmosphere was too hot – too passionate – for him to take it slow.

Finally, he managed to undo your bra without removing his mouth from yours and without allowing himself to get sidetracked by the feeling of your hands on his belt. His shirt had lifted a little and every time your cold hands brushed against his lower abdomen, he felt himself shiver.

“Are you cold?” he asked and then placed a kiss to your jawline, moving down your neck again.

You only hesitated for a second – confused by his question – and yet this was already too long for him to wait until he could kiss your body again.

“I-I don’t know,” you replied because, frankly, you weren’t sure about anything in that moment.

“That’s okay,” Yugyeom said, his voice sounding muffled because he didn’t pull his mouth away from your neck, your shoulders, your collarbones, and your chest. “I’ll make you hot.”

He followed through immediately, when his teeth suddenly dig into the soft, sensitive skin of your breasts. He wasn’t as rough as he was with your neck. He took his time here, cherishing every little sound you made when he tried to suck on the skin there a little harder.

“S-shit,” you exhaled audibly when his hands – who had been resting on your waist while his mouth did all the work – accompanied his lips and toyed with your nipples while he sucked on your breast, creating a purple mark here, too. “Yugyeom, fuck, what are you doing to me?”

“Ah, baby,” he moaned softly, completely enamored by the way your body responded to his. He pressed one last tender kiss to the bruising he had just left on your body before returning to face you. “It should be me asking you this. You are going to drive me insane.”

It wasn’t just hotness that spread throughout your body as he talked. Butterflies seemed to erupt as well.

“Take off your shirt,” you ordered, avoiding his kiss. You had too many layers of clothes between you for you to enjoy making out with him properly.

Yugyeom seemed to like your commanding tone as a smirk appeared on his face. You already thought the sight of his slightly flushed, wide-eyed face was the hottest thing you’ve seen, but the way he took his shirt off, clenching the muscles on his arms and his abdomen, made your breath hitch. Just when you thought Yugyeom had shown you everything, he went ahead and took your breath away all over again.

“Fuck,” you sighed, biting your lip as he threw his shirt away. “How can you look like that and just… sit there, studying anatomy with me?”

Yugyeom chuckled, sitting up on the couch and quickly unbuttoning your jeans. “Trust me, studying is just one of the many things I want to do with you. It isn’t at the top of my list, though.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, enjoying how gentle – and yet impatient – he was when he pulled your jeans down your legs, making sure to pay equal attention to both of your thighs as his hands moved down. “What is at the top, then?”

He was grinning as he stood up to pull your jeans off and then squatted down in front of you, his eyes not leaving yours. “Getting you off.”

He wasn’t as slow with your panties as he had been with your jeans. He was too eager to see you completely naked in front of him now. Maybe some other time he’d be patient enough to actually take it all slow, but not today. Today, everything escalated quickly. Today, he needed you fast and hard.

And yet the first kiss he placed once he was kneeling on the floor in front of you was on your thigh. It might have been close to where you wanted him – to where he wanted to be – but it wasn’t close enough.

“Yugyeom,” you had complete control over him every time you said his name and he sighed into your thigh, your voice sending signals straight to his inguinal region. He was already painfully hard.

His gentle, butterfly kisses neared your core and just as you felt yourself exhale slowly, his mouth was suddenly on your clit, and the breath that left your lips turned into a soft moan that worked like electricity, sending shocks throughout Yugyeom’s body. He already refused to take anything slow but your voice seemed to wake him up even more and his tongue that brushed against your folds wasn’t going to give you any time to fix your breathing.

“Yug—ah, fuck—Yugyeom,” your eyes closed as your hands flew to hold onto his hair while he expertly maneuvered his tongue across your clit, sucking when he knew it’d make you want to scream, and kissing when he was kind enough to give you a chance to catch your breath.

Yugyeom survived every emotion you were feeling with you. Whenever he licked your folds and felt you clench around his tongue and grab onto his hair tighter, he almost growled, his wish to absolutely devour you slowly coming through as the relentless ministrations of his mouth on your clit left you completely breathless.

“Ah, you’re so beautiful,” Yugyeom sighed, pulling away from your core for just a moment because he simply had to look at the way you had thrown your head back on the back of the couch. God, just the sight of you in so much pleasure was making him even harder. “You taste so sweet, baby. You have no idea.”

His mouth was on you again before you could reply. The energy which he used to get you closer to your edge with just his tongue overwhelmed you and you felt yourself bucking your hips into him, needing the knot that had formed in your stomach to just untie itself. You were so close.

“Oh, baby,” he moaned, kissing your clit and then immediately plunging his tongue inside of you, bringing it across your folds, sucking, and kissing again, until he heard your moans gradually grow louder.

“I’m so c-close,” you gasped as Yugyeom continued to fuck you with his tongue. “Fuck, you’re so good.”

He adored every single word that came out of your mouth but the fact that you were even able to form coherent sentences meant he wasn’t doing a good enough job. Straightening in his position on the floor in front of you, Yugyeom attacked your clit with newfound fever and lustfully licked the small bundle of nerves without any mercy until finally the only sounds that came out of your mouth were the mangled up versions of his name, as his tongue brought you over the edge.

He sucked on your folds, refusing to give you a break as you writhed and thrashed underneath him, completely losing yourself in your orgasm. His hands held you down as your voice got louder, his tongue prolonging your orgasm until you felt like you were going to lose all sense of sound and sight.

“Shit, you’re so hot,” Yugyeom’s heavy words were the first thing that greeted you after you recovered enough to open your eyes, your breathing still heavy.

He climbed back on the couch, much slower this time, because he needed your body to recover properly before he could do anything else. The kiss he placed on your lips this time wasn’t as urgent anymore, yet it remained just as passionate. It was almost as if someone flipped a switch inside of Yugyeom and, for a moment, all of his eagerness disappeared. He still wanted you just as much but now that he was so close to actually getting you, he wanted to savor this.

He wanted to touch you everywhere, including the parts he’d already gotten to touch while you were still fully dressed. But his hands that were roaming all over your body made the process of undressing him so much more difficult for you, especially since you were still dizzy from the orgasm he had just given you.

“Yugyeom, please,” you sighed against his mouth and he finally got the hint, reluctantly pulling away from you so he could finish undoing his belt and pull his jeans – along with his boxers – down.

He closed his eyes and sighed as the material of his underwear brushed against his length, finally relieving him from so much restraint. Then, a gasp left his lips as your hands – which were no longer cold and thus made him smirk – found his cock and wrapped themselves around it, giving it a few strokes just to watch his face get clouded with first shades of pleasure.

“Baby…” he groaned, grabbing the back of the couch to support his weight as just your light, almost feather-like touches around him completely turned his mind off. “I-I don’t have a—”

“I’m on the pill,” seemed to work like magic and his breath hitched when he pulled you into another kiss, aligning himself with your entrance as the realization that he was about to feel all of you wrap around him with nothing in-between slowly dawned on him.

He pushed himself into you millimetre by millimetre, biting his lip so hard he almost drew blood. He wanted to watch your reaction so he’d know when to start moving, but the feeling of your walls swallowing his length up blurred his vision.

“Yugyeom,” you whispered, taking a few deep breaths to get used to the delicious way he was stretching you out. “Move, please.”

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, wanting to live in the feeling of you tightly wrapping yourself around his length but also knowing very well that he absolutely was not going to last long like this. “How do you feel so good?”

A moan was your response to his question as Yugyeom pulled his hips backwards, almost exiting you completely, and then slammed back into you, having to hold your body down so he could thrust his hips into yours at just the right angle.

“Ah, yes,” you hissed, overwhelmed by the pleasure he caused you by stimulating your already sensitive clit by slowing down his movements and then speeding up again when you didn’t expect it.

“Yeah?” Yugyeom’s breath was heavy but he clearly had enough energy to keep on alternating between different speeds of thrusting, and to talk to you in the same low voice that almost gave you an orgasm on its own. “Does it feel good?”

You had turned into a moaning mess under his touch so answering him wasn’t easy, especially not with the way his cock seemed to immediately find your sweet spot and you weren’t sure if this was just a coincidence or if Yugyeom was an absolute professional at this. Either way, you were already feeling like you were floating on the highest cloud nine.

“Yes,” you moaned, arching your back off the bed when he growled, drilling his hips into you at a faster pace. He was no longer slowing down. The fiery pit in his stomach was far too overwhelming for him to keep slowing down now. “Oh, yes, fuck.”

“Good, baby,” he said, responding to every movement of your body with a counter-movement of his own.

Every time your hands searched for his arms to hold onto something as his hips thrust into yours relentlessly, he held your body tighter against his, seemingly removing any imaginable gaps between the two of you. Every time you leaned back, screaming out when the feeling of his length rubbing the inside of your walls got too much, Yugyeom growled, creating a sensuous harmony of the sounds of pleasure in your room.

“Fuck, I’m close,” you exhaled, the familiar feeling already looming in your stomach.

Yugyeom’s heavy breaths sounded almost relieved. He felt like he had been chasing his own high ever since he entered you. You felt so good around him, he had no idea how he even managed to hold on for so long.

“Good girl,” he encouraged, the movement of his hips slowing down a little but only because his thrusts had gotten stronger. “Show me how good I made you feel. Come for me.”

Each time his hips contacted with yours, his cock was hitting spots so deep inside of you, you were almost certain you wouldn’t be able to move after this. Just the friction of his body against yours was going to leave bruises on your thighs and yet you couldn’t have cared less about any marks Yugyeom had made on your body today.

“Yugyeom! Ah, fuck,” you groaned breathily, neither of you aware of anything happening in this reality as you clenched around his length involuntarily, greeting your orgasm, and thus transporting both of you to a whole different world.

Your entire body shook in Yugyeom’s arms as you screamed out, your orgasm overcoming all of your senses. You focused your mind purely on the feeling of how well Yugyeom was giving it to you. How well he was thrusting his hips into you. How well he knew which spots inside of you to hit and how well he angled his hips specifically to make you come for him again.

“Oh, fuck, yes, baby,” Yugyeom’s voice came out in rushed breaths as he lost himself inside of your throbbing walls. “You’re s-so good to me, fuck—”

No more words left his lips as he felt his own orgasm explode through him. His cock stilled inside of you, loud grunts leaving his lips instead, as he felt you shake under him – the after-effects of your own blissful climax – and grab onto his arms, pulling him closer.

You pulled him into a kiss, feeling his heavy breath wash off on your face as he tried to recover. Your tongues caressed each other in a manner that seemed so well-known to you both even though you’ve never kissed each other before today.

Yugyeom pulled out of you slowly, shuddering at the cold feeling of your walls no longer keeping him warm, and exhaled into your mouth, kissing you one more time before pulling himself up on his elbows and giving you a long look.

“What?” you asked, realizing how sore your throat was. No guy had fucked you so well that your throat started to hurt from screaming so much.

“Just trying to make sure you’re real,” he replied and grinned, knowing very well how sappy that sounded. “Stay here, I’ll get something to clean you up.”

“No, I can just—” you said as you tried to follow after him and stand up from the couch just like he had done, but you were quickly faced with the harsh reality of what Yugyeom’s hips were capable of.

“Sore?” he asked, smirking now. “I told you to stay here, baby.”

You sighed, obeying him and laying back down as Yugyeom – not bothering to put any clothes on and, thus, giving you a fantastic view of his backside – walked towards your bathroom. You sighed again and closed your eyes as you waited for him to come back. Your entire body delicately tingled everywhere and you felt so tired that you swore you almost fell asleep by the time Yugyeom came back.

You jolted awake as soon as you felt a cold, wet cloth on your thigh.

“Shh, it’s me,” Yugyeom said softly, noticing your fright as he gently brought a wet towel over both of your thighs and your crotch, making sure not to hurt you with it.

It felt weirdly intimate to have him clean you up after sex and you couldn’t help but bite your lip as you watched his concentrated features.

“I can feel you staring, you know,” he said, smiling to himself and raising his eyes to you once he was done.

“Good,” you replied. “I wasn’t trying to be secretive about it.”

Yugyeom laughed, putting the towel aside and plopping down on the couch next to you.

“I have a question,” he said, his hand making its way to your hip and playing with the skin there. “How come all girls say they’re on the pill?”

You raised your eyebrows, not noticing any sign of awkwardness on his face after he asked this. “This is your version of pillow talk?”

“Yeah,” he laughed again. “No, but seriously. Why?”

You shrugged your shoulders, trying not to get distracted by the feeling of his hands absentmindedly caressing the skin on your hip and by the general realization that there you were, lying next to Yugyeom – your study buddy – completely naked.

“It helps with period cramps,” you finally said.

Yugyeom didn’t show too many signs of discomfort after you said this and you were glad. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” you looked away from him and bit your lip before continuing, “so, how many girls have told you they’re on the pill?”

“None, you’re the first one,” he said. “I just hear from my friends about them going raw because the girl told them she was on the pill. I’ve never tried that before. Thank you.”

You gave him a look. “Did you just thank me for sex?”

“Yeah,” Yugyeom smiled, realizing the absurdity. “I guess I did. I’m thanking you for being so good to me.”

“Alright,” you went with it. “Well, you’re welc—”

“No, no, don’t say that,” he cut you off abruptly, resting his hand palm-down on your hip. “That would mean that this won’t happen again.”

You blinked a few times, unsure where to go from here. “Y-you want this to happen again?”

“Yeah,” Yugyeom replied with no hesitation. “Don’t you?”

“Uh… yeah,” you decided. It wasn’t much of a decision, really. How could you have said no to Yugyeom? Your crush on him may not have been so small, after all. “Yeah, I do.”

“Okay,” he said, his eyes slowly scanning your face as his hand started to play with your bare skin again. “We’ll be pulling an all-nighter tonight.”

You seemed confused as your mind returned to the discarded books on the floor of your room. “T-the exam is in three days.”

“Oh,” Yugyeom smiled, leaning in closer to you. “We won’t be studying.”

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Nine Lives (14) The Confession

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Eventually, they were both discharged from the hospital, and taken back home to the Dupain-Cheng bakery. Adrien’s identity was not discussed again after that conversation. It wasn’t the most pleasant topic, and they had enough to worry about. Marinette made sure to call him Emile in front of everyone else. Though, when they were alone, she’d stare at him with this dopey little grin and whisper, “Adrien...” just like the old days.

The first night home, the little family sat at dinner, everyone happy to enjoy the moment. But then Sabine addressed the elephant in the room. “When you two feel better, will you return to superheroing?”

Adrien and Marinette looked at each other. In truth, they didn’t know. Marinette hadn’t even had the chance to talk to Master Fu since the fall of Hawkmoth. It was all up to him.

“For a little while, perhaps,” supplied Adrien. “Paris could always use heroes, and Marinette and I could always use our kwamis, but we will have to give them back to the Guardian at some point.”

“The person who gave them to you?” Tom pried.

“Yeah,” Marinette nodded, not really willing to give more information than necessary.

“Well…” Sabine looked to her husband, and they both nodded. “If you continue to fight crime, we’ll support you.”

“School comes first, of course,” Tom added.

“Just please be safe, and shoot us a text if you’re going to fight a criminal.”

Marinette stood and placed a kiss on each of her parent’s cheeks. “We promise, from now on, we’ll be safe.”

“…and up until this fiasco, we hadn’t really gotten hurt permanently in a fight.” Adrien rubbed his arm, “I’ll have a better temper against anyone else.”

Marinette gave a gentle kiss to his forehead. “No one blames you, Kitty. I certainly don’t.”

Adrien smiled genuinely in return.

The subject was dropped for the time being.

Marinette and Adrien returned to school, where they worked very hard together to catch up on their missing work. That first day back, they were showered with hugs and ‘welcome back’s. Alya had this twinkle in her eye looking at the duo, and Marinette figured it didn’t have anything to do with them holding hands. It was the twinkle of ‘now that you guys are up and walking around, I’m going to need a full interview’ and she supposed she deserved it, and their fans deserved it. People would want to have a first person experience of the defeat of Hawkmoth.

The problem was, the truth wasn’t something they wanted to divulge. ‘Yeah, Hawkmoth surrendered, but Chat Noir got angry and Ladybug ended up getting hurt instead.’ ‘Why did Chat get angry?’ ‘He just hates Gabriel Agreste?’

In fact, it might be better to wait until after Gabriel’s trial before they make any public statements. Perhaps Ayla would bite that.

Since Hawkmoth had been such a big threat and every akuma had been reported on, Gabriel was on his way to a speedy trial in just a few short weeks.

And Chat Noir and Ladybug were supposed to give testimonies.

“So the latissimus dorsi is covered by the…Adrien?” Marinette asked, as they were studying in her room. She sat at her desk, cross legged, while he laid stretched out on the floor, half a croissant in his hand. He had asked her to quiz him, but by the way he was drilling holes into the floor with his stare, she figured he had other things on his mind.

“Adrien?” She tried again.

“Mm? Oh sorry…I was…uh, where were we?” He started flipping through pages…in his history book. How long had he been zoned out?

“Hey, what’s up?” She interrupted.

“Oh nothing, why would you think anything was up?” He grinned sheepishly.

“Because you love anatomy, almost as much as physics. I have a hard time believing you got bored.”

He offered a thin lipped smile. “It’s stupid...”

“Minou, nothing that’s bothering you is too stupid to talk to me about. Are you feeling okay? Stitches bothering you?”

“No My lady, I’m healing just fine…” Still, he sat up and closed his book. “I just...I don’t know if I can testify at my dad’s—er, Hawkmoth’s trial.”

Marinette closed her book as well. There was no point in studying when this was way more important. “Why’s that?”

“I would be extremely biased…”

“But you’re also a key member in the investigation. I know he is, or was your dad. But, you can’t let that part of your life cloud your judgement. You have to judge his actions as Hawkmoth, not what he did as a father. For example…he was always very kind to me as Gabriel, a little cold, but he really got my name out there in the fashion industry. He complimented my work and gave me genuine critiques, just because he saw promise in me. But I have to put all that to the side, because I’m standing as Ladybug, not Marinette. I know it’s a poor comparison, but…”

“No. I understand what you’re saying…but I even as Chat Noir…I think I’d be even more inclined to put him away for life. Or worse.”

Oh right. They had talked. Gabriel had confessed something that had deeply troubled him. “Is it about his motive?”

Adrien only nodded.

“Dare I ask what it was?”

Adrien hunched his shoulders. “I don’t really want to say it more than I have to. So can you wait until we talk to Master Fu?”

“Of course.” She offered a smile. “Whatever makes you more comfortable.”

He sighed, his shoulders heaving. “One other thing…”

“Hmm?”

“I want to tell someone my identity.”

“Well…now that Hawkmoth isn’t a threat anymore, and several people already know, I don’t see a problem with it.”

“No, not my Chat Noir identity…”

She fell silent in thought. “Well…this is your secret, Adrien. If you want to tell it, then it’s up to you.”

“I’m…just kind of scared.”

“Do you love them? Do you trust them?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then I think you should.”

“I’m just…worried.”

“They might be angry for a while. But if they really love you, they’ll understand.”

He exhaled loudly and stood. “I’m going to do it now, before I lose my nerve.”

“Wait, now now? Kitty, it’s 10pm!”

“I know, but it’s not too late for Chat Noir.” And without further adieu he called for his transformation. He flexed his claws and rolled his shoulders. “Feels nice to be in the suit. It’s been awhile.” He climbed up the ladder to her bed, and then her latch. “Don’t wait up,” he winked. And he departed into the night.

Over at Nino’s apartment, he was still awake, clad in pajamas and pouring over the same paragraph for history homework over and over, hoping something would stick. So far, nothing had. And he was desperate for a distraction.

Then, there came a sudden tapping at his window.

He swiveled in his chair to catch Chat Noir standing on the fire escape. He quickly got to his feet and opened the window, letting him in.

“Hey dude-er, Emile? Chat?”

Chat smiled. “Dude is fine. Are you busy?”

“Ah, just doing homework, but I could use the company.” He gestured to his bed for his friend to sit. “What’s up?”

“Uh…” now that he was here, he was finding himself surprisingly tongue tied. He sat, smoothing the green comforter absently. “You remember the first time I came here? Well, like when I checked up on you after…”

“Yeah, that was really cool of you. You didn’t tell Marinette about the—?”

“The crying? No. And even if I had, I know she wouldn’t judge you.”

“Well, maybe not for crying…but maybe for having you rock me like a baby…”

“You’d be surprised how many people do that during an akuma.”

“Oh yeah! He’s been arrested, no more akuma! You finally get a break!”

“Uh, yeah…” He released his transformation, and Nino only looked mildly surprised. “Break for you too, huh?”

Nino shrugged with an awkward grin. “So you know?”

“Yeah, just recently. And Rena Rouge.”

“Cool cool…” he nodded, a very turtle-like motion.

“So uh…how are you doing? Since last time?”

Nino deflated. “Man, I miss him. Like, a lot. Alya and Marinette have moved on, and I guess good for them, but I can’t…it sucks…but there’s nothing I can do about it.”

Adrien rubbed his face, feeling the guilt rumbling in his chest. “Listen…Nino…” He began, stalling.

The boy had his undivided attention.

“When you and Alya got together, you were originally on a date with Marinette, and Ladybug locked you and Alya in a cage together.”

Nino narrowed his eyes, suspicious of the topic change. But he continued on, regardless. “Yeah, pretty unique story. But we usually leave out the date part…how did you know about that?”

“I was hiding in the bushes giving you advice.”

“…no you weren’t? That was Adrien…”

Might as well plunge headfirst into this. He exhaled forcefully. “I am Adrien.”

Nino furrowed his brow, scrutinizing him. “That’s a low blow dude.”

“W-what?”

“I wasn’t going to say anything, because I assumed you weren’t doing it on purpose, but like…you can’t just take his place.”

“I-I’m not!”

Nino poked him in the chest, hard. “Because you can’t be Adrien. If you were, it would mean that Adrien didn’t trust me.” He shrugged in a way that was supposed to be nonchalant, but his whole body was shaking. “It would mean my best friend, my brother lied to me…about faking his death! That’s so messed up! Do you see how messed up it is?!”

“I didn’t mean to lie to you…”

“You waited until the very last moment possible to tell me you were leaving for Germany! You may have well just told me on the tarmac!”

“I knew you would get upset! I didn’t want to hurt you…”

“So you faked your death instead?! And then hid the truth about it for months!? Months, Adrien. I’ve been struggling all this time, because Emile was like having you back again, and I was starting to…” He shuddered hard as he sobbed.

“Starting to what?”

“Starting to replace you! Emile was cool and funny…and he never had any obligations, so we could hang out all the time! Just how I had always wanted to with you!” He took off his glasses as he covered his eyes with his hand. “And all this time, you’ve been lying to me…”

“I didn’t know I was going to fake my death that day.” Adrien pleaded, his heart breaking. “I just took advantage of the situation…”

“Okay fine, so that was a spur of the moment decision. But why wait until now!? Was it not important to you? Am I not important?!”

“No! I mean—Yes! You are!”

“Then why the hell—“

“It needed to be convincing!”

Nino fell silent as Adrien just panted, trembling at his confession. It was the pure, awful truth.

“I needed to disappear. My father was sending me to Germany, against all my pleading and begging. And I knew he was watching me. If I were to run away, he would stop at nothing to find me. I had to make it so he wouldn’t look for me. And there couldn’t be any hint of doubt that I was gone. Everyone had to believe I was gone. If you…if you weren’t heartbroken over me, it would be suspicious…”

Nino’s shoulders tensed in anger, but he didn’t say anything.

“When Marinette jumped after me, I had already turned into Chat Noir, and I rescued her…but she turned into Ladybug in my arms. She was hysterical. She wept and begged me to do anything to save Adrien. She said she loved him…and I felt like the scum of the Earth…but I only just told her who I was when we were in the hospital.”

“How did she respond?” His voice was hollow, mostly neutral.

“She cried. She was disappointed that she didn’t notice sooner…but the scar threw off everyone.”

“Yeah…it did. The new kid, looked like a punk with a burn scar, piercings, an eyepatch and all black clothes. Who spat in Chloe Bourgeois’ face. There was no way you could be Adrien. You…you did a good job.”

“Nino, you know me. This is the real me. Adrien was the one that played by the rules. When I made Emile, I designed him off of Chat Noir. The person I can be when my actions don’t reflect on anyone. I hope you still want to be friends with this version of me.”

Nino was quiet before he inevitably sighed. “Yeah. We’re still friends…but I’m still hurt.”

“I’m really sorry Nino. You’re my best friend, you know? No, my brother.”

“Don’t use my words on me, jerk.” He scoffed. “You gonna tell Alya?”

“Eventually. I thought it was more important to tell you first. She’ll probably punch me in the face.”

He managed to chuckle. “Yeah, she would.” He stood with a sigh. “Well. I have to get back to homework, okay?”

Adrien took that as a polite ‘get out’. “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah. We have that anatomy test.”

“Anatomy! It was anatomy!” He cursed to himself. “I gotta cram!” Adrien called his transformation and leapt off into the night.

Now in silence, Nino fell with a plop into his computer chair. He glanced over to the picture of Adrien on his desk, with a candle next to it. He had seen something similar in Marinette’s room and thought it was a nice gesture.

With a smile, he blew the candle out.

Back at the bakery, Chat Noir crawled in the skylight, only to find the room dark and Marinette asleep in bed. He detransformed as he climbed down the ladder. He tried to weasel around her, without disturbing her, but found that she looked far too comfortable to resist. He’d cram in the morning.

Like a cat, he snuggled up against her back.

“It’s not that much later,” Marinette commented fondly.

“Yeah…it…didn’t go well.” He sniffed.

“Was it Nino?”

“Yeah,” he whispered. “He was really mad.”

“Well…you knew it would happen.”

“Yeah, it just…it sucks! I did this for the good of Paris! I knew there was going to be consequences…but it’s stupid that there are when I was trying to do the right thing!”

“Was it the right thing?”

“Yes! No! I don’t know!” He exasperated, his voice breaking.

Marinette rolled over to face him, blushing when she realized how close they were. Regardless, she reached up and touched his cheek.

He continued. “I ran away, and I lied just so I could have my freedom. Maybe the right thing would be to turn in my Miraculous and go to Germany…but god I get sick to my stomach just thinking about it!”

“You did what was right for you, Minou. I’m sure we could have found another Chat Noir, but he wouldn’t have been you. We wouldn’t have been compatible…and this moment would never happen.”

He moaned softly and let his forehead knock against hers. “I just hate that I keep hurting people…”

“We all hurt people, even those we love the most. But that’s what makes us human. And striving to heal that hurt is what brings us closer together. Like…like building muscles.”

He pulled away slightly. “What?”

“Sure! When you first start working out, your body activates actin and myosin to contract your muscles to work. But the more work you do, the muscles proteins get stretched thin and break, causing the body to create more proteins and strengthen your muscles, resulting in hypertrophy.”

“Um…that’s a bit of a stretch, don’t you think?”

She shrugged with a little smirk. “I was only trying to come up with an analogy using our anatomy study guide.”

“Oh I see, payback for ditching study time. Very funny.”

“I can be, on occasion.”

He hummed in her hair, nuzzling his nose on her scalp. “I’m sorry…for all the sleepless nights. And the heartache…”

“Adrien,” she said firmly, staring him in the eye. “I have forgiven you. You don’t need to keep apologizing for getting out of a painful situation. I love you, Kitty Cat. And I always will.” She kissed him tenderly, in a way he deserved to be kissed.

“Can I stay?” He whispered.

“You didn’t even have to ask.”

The next day, Adrien and Marinette came up to school, hand in hand. Alya and Nino were waiting for them at the steps.

“Well well Well, I have to hand it to you, Emile. Ever since you started living at Marinette’s she’s been on time.”

He smiled wickedly while Marinette paled.

“It’s because I actually pull her out of bed by the ankles.”

“And it was only recently that he actually would apologize for it.” She added, wearily.

Adrien glanced over to Nino, who had been quiet. “Ah, hey dude.”

“Hey.” He responded shortly, before walking right up to him and embracing him tightly. “Brother.”

Adrien returned the hug with gusto.

“Uh, what’s happening?” Alya whispered.

“Something beautiful.” Marinette whispered back.

Nino pulled away to look at his face. “Man, I still can’t believe you’re Adri—adic Sea is on the History Homework that I totally…ah forget it…” He tried to save, but totally failed.

The slip did not go unmissed by a sleuth like Alya. She released the sound of a dying whale, followed by a string of swears.

Adrien awkwardly rubbed his head. “Uh…I guess the…cat is out of the bag?”

She punched him squarely in the nose.

#nine lives #miraculous ladybug #chat noir #ladybug #nino lahiffe #alya cesaire #marinette cheng #adrien agreste #fanfiction

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berriestart--lilacsweet · 6 years ago

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Once Bitten, Twice Shy Part 1.5

NEW CHAPTER!

Regis and Evangeline get to know one another better as they travel. Eva reveals details about her past and how she longs for a family. Regis comforts her after she become bitter and takes her anger out on him. Adorable fluff and bonding.

AN: This take place while Regis and Eva are on the road. An inbetween bit. Instead of messying up what I already have posted by rearranging things I'll just put this here and it can serve as a flashback I guess. Anyways hope you all enjoy! I had alot of fun writing this one.

BY FIRELIGHT AND STARLIGHT

PART: 1.5

Evangeline and Regis rode hard and traveled fast, only stopping long enough to eat and get a few hours rest when need be. Every night, as more time past, they became better acquainted with one another. Regis spent a majority of the time finding various herbs and flowers then passed the night time hours sketching their likeness into a leather-bound journal. To pass the time during the day they would quiz one another on the medicinal properties of various plants. Occasionally, Evangeline would surprise Regis with unique uses of certain herbs or mushrooms and what roles they played in Witcher decoctions, potions and oils.

He sketched most evenings by the fire; twirling stems, leaves, and petals in his slender fingers. His renditions were impeccable; the empty space around his drawings were slowly, over time, filled in with his delicate scrawl.

His herbaria included specimens of phytology (flora), mycology (Fungi), and phycology (Algae). He was particularly interested in ethnobotany (the study of flora and their individual uses according to the region’s people). His herbarium was divided into sections using standard taxonomy with binomial nomenclature (a standard system of identifying species of living things using two-part Latin names). He studied every specimen’s preferred ecology, and their anatomy; dutifully dissecting everything and drawing its likeness on the smooth paper in his book.

Regis was very thorough with his work; ensuring that every page was legible and every spare section of space used as to what could aesthetically be allowed. The leather-bound journal was large; over three inches deep by sixteen inches tall and eleven inches wide. It took up the entirety of his lap while he worked.

One night in particular they were sitting around their campfire when Regis beckoned the Witcheress over.

“Tell me what you think.”

“About what?”

“Come, come.” he motioned for her to take a seat beside him. He had his legs splayed out before him and his back to a moss-covered log. She gave him a puzzled look, hesitant to sit so close to the mysterious, yet interesting and attractive stranger. “I’d like you to look over these last few entries to ensure I haven't forgotten or omitted anything.”

She nodded slowly, still contemplating whether or not she wanted to sit so near to him.

“I don’t bite.” he jest, sensing her hesitation. She rolled her eyes and took a seat beside him. He let his arm rest behind her on the log and handed her the journal with his other hand. She settled the book into her lap and thumbed through its pages, lightly running her fingertips over the graphite lines.

“These are beautiful. You’re a talented artist, Regis.” she mumbled as she continued to look over his work.

He chuckled lightly. “Thank you. It’s... taken me a very long time to get his far.”

“I couldn’t draw like this to save my life. But...” she ran her fingers over a drawing of a bleeding heart. “I used to paint watercolors... a very long time ago.”

“Really now? Since when are witchers taught the fine arts?” he asked genuinely surprised.

“... Before... I became a witcher... I was the daughter of a merchant. My father was rather wealthy; I was taught many things befit a proper lady... like painting.” Evangeline sighed, moving on to another drawing in his book.

“You were a merchant’s daughter, I never would have guessed that. What... If I may ask, happened for you to want to become a witcher?”

“That... is a very long story.” she sighed leaning back against the fallen tree with him.

“I don’t' have any place to be.” he shrugged.

She sighed and glanced up at him. He gave her a soft smile of encouragement; something she was discovering was very endearing about him. “Well, this story begins a long time ago, longer than I care to admit, actually.” she sighed again. “When I was sixteen my mother passed away. My father had a hard time coping with her death. So, we decided to travel for a while; go to some distant lands and bring back wonderous things to sell. So, we did, only on our return journey our caravan contracted a mysterious illness. One by one our party fell ill and died... My father and I were the only ones to survive. We were traveling thought the upper range of the blue mountains... Winter came early that year. We wandered thought the wilderness for weeks, abandoning our possessions and treasures along the way. Meanwhile, my father contracted the illness... Finally, we came across a small path. It was hard to track but I managed it somehow; it led to the Witcher keep, Kaer Morhen.”

She sighed again and brushed hair from her face. She felt his gaze on her, so she avoided him staring down at the pages of his herberia instead of making eye contact.

“That's when I met the Witchers: Geralt and Vesemir; I'm sure you’ve heard tale of them. They were kind enough to help me with my father... They convinced the others to take us in. My father got worse though, there was nothing to do. He didn’t last the first week... I was alone, the only woman in a strong hold of about a hundred men. The elders wanted to toss me out, but Vesemir convinced them to let me stay until spring when they could escort me to Novigrad. So, I pitched in to earn my keep; cooked cleaned, did the laundry... It kept me busy but... I couldn’t resist the library.” she smiled at the memory. “I read a lot. Vesemir brought me new books often. I kept to myself, but still managed to draw the attention of some...” she sighed and shrugged. She felt Regis’ eyes boring into her, she grimaced and kept ignoring him, not wanting him to see her face as she spoke the rest of her tale.

“He tried to force himself on me, luckily for me though, Geralt was paying attention as well. He saved me. And offered to teach me how to defend myself. The next few months I learned all I could. I trained with Geralt as often as we could.” She chuckled before continuing. “He said I had a natural aptitude...” she swallowed hard before recommencing her story. “And he taught me fighting techniques only witchers use. One day, while training by the lake, we were attacked by a kraken. I... My body was broken.” She looked down at the palms of her hands and flexed them as she sighed. “Luckily, again, we were being watched. Vesemir and some of the trainees counter attacked and Geralt swam out and killed the creature; a few were injured in the battle, but … I was dying. Geralt and Vesemir decided they would put me through the trials of the grasses in an attempt to save my life. The Elders refused, but somehow Geralt convinced them, he’s rather good at that I suppose.” she laughed with a crooked grin. “He told them it’s what I would have wanted and they gave in. Surprisingly it worked. I lived, it affected me slightly different that the others.” she twirled her hair in her fingers as she spoke. “And... that's how I became... this.” she shrugged with a sigh.

Regis wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him. “I had no idea you’d been through so much, Dear. You’re certainly the strongest woman I've her had the pleasure to have known... Thank you for sharing your life with me. I... I’ve a newfound respect for you.”

She shook her head against his chest. “Doesn’t change anything. Still me.”

“Well, yes, but most people couldn’t even imagine going thought what you have. Let alone live through it. And, well, you’re one of the most famous witchers of our time. I’d day you adapted well.”

“I had to... I’ll admit it was hard at first... I had issues accepting the changes to my body... and lifestyle, but I was thankful to even be alive... I had to be.”

Regis nodded and continued to hold her, running his hand through her hair. She let him. It was nice to have someone who wanted to listen to her; someone who held her as though they cared.

“I think the hardest thing... Is growing older and knowing what all I missed out on... A family... Never being able to bare a child still hurts... Even after all the training and mutations... It's still a base instinct, want, need for a woman... Something that even witcher life couldn’t take away.”

He kissed the top of her head. “I know it's not the same... But you could always settle down and adopt. There's plenty of orphans in need of loving families after the war.”

Evangeline shook her head and sat upright. “Who would want a barren wife? Let alone a monster slayer... a murderer... for a wife?” she scoffed. “No, that'll never happen.” she muttered trying to stand up only to be pulled back down by Regis.

“You might be surprised by what some men want, what some are open to, what some are willing understand and look past...” he said gazing into her eyes.

“Or men who feign those emotions and intentions only to use me as their mistress, because I can’t bare a child. I’ve been down that path before. I’m done trying to be normal Regis. Witchers aren’t meant to have families.” she said a bit harsher than she meant, pushing him away and rising to her feet.

“That’s not true. Geralt has his family, surely you’ve heard of Ciri and Yennifer.”

She paused a moment. “Yes, I’ve heard of Geralt’s love of the sorceress Yennifer and their adoptive daughter, Crillia. Geralt’s situation is... unique. Beside women find witchers attractive; they’re mysterious and women can’t become pregnant from them. It’s the exact opposite of my situation. Men fear me. They fear those stronger than themselves, while most women welcome witchers to their beds... I’ve yet to find a man with similar intentions, normally they shun me, run me out as soon as the job’s done.”

“I assure you-”

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore, Regis. I shouldn’t have said anything to begin with.” she growled sliding into her bedroll, her back to him. “This is why I don’t keep company.”

“But Eva-”

“Just drop it, Regis. Go to sleep, we still have a long journey ahead.” she sighed, angry with him for pressing the topic and angry with herself for even opening up to him.

“You can go on to sleep...” he said flatly. “I’m going for a stroll. You’re welcome to join me if you wish.” he stated as he walked away into the woods. Evangeline grunted and pulled the blanket up further around her shoulders.

“Suit yourself.” she grumbled. He shook his head and ran a hand though the hair at the base of his neck.

“Why do witchers have to be so damn stubborn?” he thought out loud as he disappeared into the darkness of the forest. Eva tossed and turned cursing herself for opening up to him, then for being so harsh with him. She ground her teeth. The cold earth beneath her penetrated her body as she forced herself to lay there trying her best to calm herself. She adjusted herself, moving some missed twigs out from under her and settled back down. Some time went by as she waited for his return, internally hoping he would come back sooner rather than later, hoping that he wouldn’t stay cross with her.

“Damnit.” she muttered climbing out of her bedroll. “I won't be able to sleep until I apologize to him. She muttered as she grabbed her swords and followed his tracks into the woods. She traveled about half a mile before she spotted him in a small clearing. He sat on a large tree trunk looking up into the night sky.

“I wondered how long it would take you.” he said not taking his eyes off the starry sky. He motioned for her to sit beside him. She smiled slightly and sighed before taking the vacant space beside him. “Sometimes I forget how lovely my surroundings can be. It’s beneficial to get a new perspective at times.”

Evangeline nodded and gazed up at the stars with her companion. The sky was pitch black but littered with millions of little white, blue and red tinted specks. She didn’t remember the last time she had stopped to take in the beauty of the constellations. She felt at ease beside him; her anger having subsided she accepted the simple happiness of just sharing this experience with him.

“Eva... I’m quite sorry for earlier. I didn't mean to upset you.” he muttered, turning to face her, breaking the silence between them.

She shook her head. “You have nothing to apologize for Regis. I’m the one who should be asking for your forgiveness. I over reacted.”

He smiled softly down at her and wrapped his arm around her pulling her to his side again. “I shouldn’t have pushed the subject. I... I understand why you feel how you do... I’m not exactly welcome by most people either. It took you a while to warm up to me as well.”

“I’m sorry Regis. I’ve been an inconsiderate ass.” she said pulling away to look him in the eye as she apologized.

“I think we both are equally guilty. Call it even?” he asked. She nodded her head and allowed him to pull her to his chest again. She closed her eyes and savored the moment. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had been so kind to her. They sat there in silence simply enjoying one another’s company. Slowly he slipped his hand down to rest on her hip, she welcomed it.

“Regis?”

“Hmm?” he hummed lazily as his head rested atop hers.

“Do you... Nevermind.”

“No, do I what?” he asked pulling back to look her in the face.

“I... I don’t know... Am I...” she shook her head and looked away suddenly afraid to ask her question; afraid of what his answer might be.

“I see.” he sighed pulling her back to him. He kissed the top of her head. “You don’t scare me.” he chuckled. “I think you're perfect the way you are. Don’t let any man make you feel otherwise.”

She closed her eyes and nodded. She took in his herby scent and hugged him. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it Dear.” he mumbled into her hair, as he ran his fingers through her long locks. They sat there in one another's arms for what felt like an eternity to Evangeline. She didn’t want to move from him, she wanted to stay wrapped in his strong arms entranced by his delightful scent until she fell asleep.

“Come on.” he sighed stretching his arms above his head. “We’d best get a little sleep.” he said pulling her to her feet and walking back towards their camp. “Thank you for being open with me, about your life.” he said slipping his arm around her waist with a smirk and resting his head against hers. “Perhaps tomorrow I’ll tell you more about myself...”

“I’d like that.” she replied with a smile. Turning her face up to his. He caressed her cheek with his fingertips as he tucked her hair behind her ear.

“I would as well.” He leaned forward and kissed her gently on the cheek. “Goodnight Eva. Get some rest.”

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silvergrimoire97 · 7 years ago

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Chapter 1

You open the door to the strong aroma of coffee. The smell jolts your brain into reality and you take out your gold Starbucks rewards card.

‘The usual Y/N?” Hoseok asks you’ve been coming here ever since Freshman year of college.

“Yep, today is the calm before the storm.”

“Which final has your panties in a twist?” he wiggles his eyebrows as he swipes your card.

“The MCAT, I need to get at least a 520 to get a good shot into Seoul National University med program, and I got a 518 on my last practice, so my mind is buzzing with frustration on those two problems.”

“Well saying that you're already going to SNU for a master I think you have a good shot.” He winks at you as you grab your cup of coffee.

Just before you leave a wall of hard muscle bumps into you.

“Whoa!” You steady your coffee before looking up at the person who has a firm grip on your arms.

“Watch where you’re going,” his low voice huffs.

“Sorry?” You reply with a slight bite in your tone before walking around him and out into the busy street. But before the door closes behind you, a faint call tells you to stop. You ignore it and continue walking to the bus stop.

You grab onto one of the dangling handles in the bus as you sip your coffee. You stare out the window, watching the busy streets go by in a blur as you head to university.

The bus comes to a slow stop and you hustle out with all the other students as you head to your 8 am class. As you walk towards the lecture hall someone slings their arm around your shoulders. You stumble a little but look to see it was Taetae.

“Who pissed in your cornflakes today?” he jokes.

Ah, your best friend since junior year of high school. Tae also wanted to be in the medical field, but his dream is to become a pediatric surgeon since he loves kids so much. You, on the other hand, have no patience for such things because they are mere burdens to take care of.

You raise an eyebrow at his question.

“Please, you had a resting bitch face on which only meant that in the two hours that it took for you to come here, something went wrong. So?”

He knew you like the back of his own hand and you always saw him as an older brother, you both tried kissing to see if things could get farther, but it was merely teen hormones messing with your friendship. As sexy and hot Taehyung was, both of you knew that your relationship was just a protective platonic older brother-sister relationship. So sometimes people thought you two were acting too cozy, but that’s only because you had no boundaries.

“I ran into a jerk leaving Starbucks and his rude attitude got on my nerves.” You explain before taking a sip of your coffee.

“Really? Could it be because you were too busy gazing after Hoseok that you weren’t looking where you were going?” He wiggles both of his eyebrows at you.

“Oh shut up, you know that I would never date Hoseokie, I just admire him from afar, like a celebrity crush. You know that they will never be with you, but you still love them to your heart’s content.” You look up to see him give you a pointed look. “Well besides that, the sheer annoyance in his voice just ticked me off, as if I stained his 200 dollar Gucci tie or something. By the way, I didn’t spill my coffee, so it was a win-win situation sort of.” You puff your chest at the last sentence because people usually spilled theirs, but you didn’t because surgeons have to have steady hands.

“My oh my, could this be a new love interest?” he swoons.

You sigh with longing as you stare up into Tae’s big chocolate brown eyes, how you wish they could be yours, but all the same, you didn’t because you couldn’t force anything.

“I love you,” you blurt out, to gauge any emotion from him.

Without missing a beat he responds with, “I love you too sis.” He smirks knowing that we both had no chance with each other. Some people would think that he’s gay, but he isn’t. I just happen to be his long lost twin and we understand each other in an unspoken way.

“You know what if this rich guy is a secret gangster who makes his money off of killing people? I would be dating a murder and then you’ll never see me again.” I pout up at him.

“Well, it was nice knowing you Y/N.” He salutes as the two of you head into your premed course.

One lecture and three classes later…….

You and Taehyung head to the library and as you set up the little wall of books, Taehyung pulls out two bowls Jajangmyeon. The librarians would kill us if they found out that we bought food that can stain the precious pages of the books. You usually studied with Taehyung at the library because it was quieter and there was an actual sizable desk to spread out all your textbooks and notebooks.

You take out your pencil pouch along with your laptop to type up the notes rather than hand write them. You highlight in the textbook since you got a full ride scholarship to university having worked your ass off since elementary school spending everyday in the library reading anatomy books. Taehyung on the other hand printed out the entire textbook one night when he snuck into the teacher’s lounge and decided to use the free ink and paper. To make the story short, he came back with a gleam in his eyes and his cheeks were flushed from physical exertion.

You begin skimming over your lecture notes and working on the assignment and paper at hand while Taehyung looks like he’s texting Jimin to find out what time is the party' this weekend. Tae somehow managed to keep a 4.0 GPA while also getting slam dunk drunk every other Friday. How you don’t know, but you are somewhat envious of his hidden brain. Of course, you were smarter than him since those long hours crying in the library weren’t for nothing.

“The party starts at 10 so I’ll be gone from 10:30 till noon the next day, so while that is happening and I’m getting laid, go call that Yoongi guy up and go out on a date with him,” Tae says over a mouthful of noodles.

“How about no because we have a quiz coming up and that quiz also has bonus points on it so it won’t hurt to study a little.” You remind him as you highlight a section that was a little confusing.

“Or maybe you can quit your dry spell and have some fun in your life since being a doctor also means to have creativity. You gotta think outside the of the box when you’re faced with a challenging case.” Tae says as he sketches out the surgery that you had trouble remembering.

He was always a visual learner and it helped since he drew badass diagrams for you to help study with. While he drew you filled in the picture with words, which made you two the ideal study buddies.

You and Taehyung spend the rest of the night studying at the library and finally leave when the librarians kick you two out. You slide into Tae’s car and the smell of coke and popcorn greets you. Tae’s parents are well off, but to an extent Tae survives off of his allowance. Not needing to work a single day in his life. Well he did become a lifeguard with you because he wanted to show off his body and get a good tan, plus him being the perv that he is, there were people in bikinis all the time at the pool, so there was that reason too.

Tae drives his matte black Porsche back to your luxury studio apartment that Taehyung’s parent spay for. You’re like the daughter they never had, so you don’t feel that guilty that you freeload off of them.

You look at your phone and realize that Friday is two days away and maybe you should give that person a call just because. Maybe he won’t answer and if he doesn’t then fate has spoken. Yeah, you will give him one chance and one chance only.

Throwing your backpack on your bed, you take out today’s books and replace them with tomorrow’s, but it’s only a couple since you have two lecture and one philosophy class that you decided to take just for fun. After making sure you’re prepared for tomorrow you head into the shower and grab your pajamas, which is just one of Tae’s shirts since their the perfect length of covering your ass, and big enough not to show your perky nipples.

After showering and washing up you holler goodnight to Tae and he does the same before you close your lights and wall asleep.

RRIIIINNNGGGG

The alarm blares in your eardrums and curses out as you hit the off button. Rolling out of bed and waddling over to the bathroom to wash your face and do your daily skin routine that takes about five minutes since it’s just toner, moisturizer, and sunscreen. QUite basic for people in Korea. You walk out the door and don’t bother to lock it because of the fingerprint lock.

You walk the one block to Starbucks and stand in line for your usual order.

��Good morning.” Hoseok flashes his sunshine smile.

“Ah,” you grunt out as you hand him your card.

“No, it’s on the man that you ran into yesterday.” Hoseok winks.

“Well then, I’ll pay for his order and tell him that I call it even.” I sigh.

“Someone has her panties in a twist.” Hoseok frowns.

“Well, you don’t have a sugar daddy making moves on you.” You deadpan.

“Well, that sugar daddy said to give you this.” He slides a receipt across the counter and on it reads a phone number and the sugar daddy’s name.

882- 576-8765

Call me, Min Yoongi

You give an amused smile and thank him for the drink before crumpling the receipt and tossing it into the trash can.

Little did you know that someone in the corner saw you throw away his number and his eyes glinted with an emotion he hasn’t felt in a while.

You walk to the lecture wall and set up as your little desk as you prepare for a two-hour lecture, fun.

After what seems like forever your phone vibrates and you see an unknown number pop up with a text.

Unknown id: Friday night I’ll pick you up at 8

Y/N: Buy me a dress, shoes, and clutch, what is the dress code?

Unknown id: Formal so wear makeup and don’t look like trash

Y/N: Wow thanks for the compliment :)

Unknown id: Don’t be late or else I’ll murder you in your sleep

Y/N: huh, I was right. You are a murder. Do I need to send my address or do you already know where I live?

Unknown id: I already know where you live since I followed you home once, but don’t worry I’ll sprinkle your ashes down a river if you want ;)

You smirk and save the number as Yoongi.

The day goes by and you flop onto the sofa as you soak in the peace and quiet since Taehyung is at his night class doodling the time away. You don’t particularly miss him because he’s always screaming into his headset playing Overwatch.

After a couple minutes of looking up at the ceiling, you sigh as you go and make yourself cereal for dinner. Pouting yourself a generous amount of Frosted Flakes the doorbell rings and you walk over unsure who it could be. You weren’t expecting a package of any sort and Taehyung has his fingerprints in the system. But as you turn the door handled it dawns on you that it was probably Yoongi sending over your outfit. You open the door and a guy who is a couple inches taller than you with a small smile hands you over a large white box tied with a blood red ribbon. You thank him with a smile and wonder if you can hook up with him instead of Yoongi.

Your phone buzzes in the back of your pocket and you see Yoongi flash on the screen.

Yoongi: Did you get your very expensive outfit that you had me buy for you

Y/N: I did not force you to buy it only strongly suggested and thank you I did get it. You really did stalk me and get my address

Yoongi: you think I was kidding?

Y/N: Yes because I didn’t think you were creepy

Yoongi: I was merely making sure that you weren't some criminal living in a dump. By the way, you seem pretty rich yourself.

Y/N: I suck off of my rich boyfriend Taetae and maybe I’ll cheat on him with that delivery boy you sent over.

Yoongi: well I may just have to kill him then along with your boyfriend

Y/N: So I’ll be going out with a serial killer??!!

Yoongi: Don’t worry it’ll be painless

Y/N: The date is tomorrow so I have one last day of freedom

Yoongi: Freedom?

Y/N: Of being single

Yoongi: What about your boyfriend taetae?

Y/N: I never said that it was a closed relationship ;)

Yoongi: hhhmmmm

You give a small smile and continue eating your cereal as you watch Grey’s Anatomy catching up on last week’s episode. You wish being a surgeon was that easy, but it’s not and that’s why you were drawn to it. A challenge that can be conquered.

Looking at the time you give up on waiting for Taehyung and head to bed.

RRRIIINNNGGGG

The familiar sound wakes you up and you head to the bathroom to wash up and head to class, this time choosing to ride with Taetae instead of taking the bus. Waiting at the door eating a granola bar you wait for him. He was always late somehow, don’t know how. After giving him an extra minute, you walk to his bedroom and knock on the door first, giving him that decency at least. After waiting a second you open the door and see bruises mar his face and dried blood from a split lip. He snores softly and you walk over to him quietly.

Taking in a breath you lift up his shirt and see fresh stitches. And curse under your breath. What the actual fuck? You don't disturb his slumber but go to your room and quickly write on a sticky note.

Took your car because you made me late by not telling me that you are basically dead. Will be home around 3ish after my lectures.

You run out of the apartment and unlock the Porsche pressing on the gas pedal accelerating from 0 to 100 in just a few seconds. Racing out of the apartment’s garage you head out onto the road and make it to university in record time.

As you get into the lecture hall and choose a seat in the middle you pop a stick of gum into your mouth. The burst of spearmint wakes you up and you sit at the desk looking at your phone to realize that Yoongi has spammed you.

Yoongi: Where are you

Yoongi: Y/N

Yoongi: Y/N answer me

Yoongi: Y/N I’m going to track you down and make you answer me

Y/N: I’m at school

Y/N: Do not follow me and how do you get this worked up at not seeing me get coffee?

Yoongi replies a second later

Yoongi: It just seemed out of character for you to skip your daily coffee, Hoseok said that it was like a grandma taking her daily meds.

You roll your eyes and begin texting back, but out of the blue Yoongi responds with another text.

Yoongi: How’s your boyfriend Taetae doing

You smirk at the slight tinge of jealousy laced in the words.

Y/N: Tae is doing fine why?

Yoongi: Just making sure the playing field is, even so, when I snatch you it will be fair

Y/N: LOL

You place your phone face down on the desk as the professor walks in and you bounce your leg as you wait for the minutes to tick by so you can see Taehyung quicker.

Halfway into the lecture, your phone makes a small noise and you quickly turn off the ringer and see tae texted you.

Tae: Why did you take my car :(

Y/N: it’s not like you need to go anywhere with how bad you’re bruised and don’t even get me started on how you could not TELL ME ABOUT THIS just be lucky that I prioritize my education over you. Or else you would be DEAD! DEAD KIM TAEHYUNG

Tae: please show me mercy, I beg of you. I’m injured, you can’t kill me. That would be unfair.

Maybe you were thinking too much about things but you ask.

Y/N: Do you know anyone named Min Yoongi

Tae: yeah he’s super rich why

Y/N: if he’s super rich then why does he buy his own coffee and not his secretary?

Tae: Idk maybe he’s a high-end snob with a specific order that no one can get right

Y/N: KIM TAEHYUNG I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU SET THIS ALL UP

Tae: don’t u have a lecture u should be paying attention to

Y/N: fuck u this is not over

Tae: :p

You continue typing your notes as the teacher drones on and on. After what seems like forever you decide to skip your next two lectures which are optional but tell the professors you are sick and ask if they can email you a master copy of the notes. They agree and you drive home to kill Kim Taehyung.

You lock the car and take the elevator up, pressing your finger to the pad the door gives a soft click and you drop your backpack in your room and walk to Tae’s. The door is a ajared and you hear two voices, one being Tae’s obviously. Leaning against the wall you listen to the conversation.

“Why didn’t you just stay at the house?” A low male voice asks.

“Because if I stayed Y/N would think that something was up because it wouldn’t make sense for me to not come home after a night class,” Tae responds.

“You could have just texted her that you crashed at a friend’s place after a study session.” The man counters.

“Remember that Y/N has known me since I was in elementary school and she is my other half, so if I didn’t return home then it would scream that something was wrong,” Tae states a matter of factly

The man sighs, “She doesn’t know right?”

“No, she thinks you want to be her sugar daddy, but I mean it. If you hurt her in any way I don’t care about ranks or anything, I will kill you.” Tae states in a cold voice that you had never heard him use, ever.

“I know.”

You look through the crack and see the man come into your view. As the Min Yoongi opens the door and closes it behind him with a soft click, you put your finger up to your lips and grab his hand you drag him into your room, locking the door behind you.

Yoongi’s eyes widen and you lean against the door.

“What happened to Taehyung last night and what do you do for a living?” You deadpan.

“Do you promise to listen until the end?” He asks slowly.

You give a nod and he lets out a breath before sitting at the foot of your bed.

“That cute delivery guy is park Jimin and he’s our messenger of sorts. Taehyung had a mission to infiltrate a gang and do so by any means, things got out of hand he had to call for backup. He got captured for a couple of hours and got interrogated, but didn’t give the, anything valuable just plant seeds of discord amongst rival gangs. My real name is Min Yoongi which is true, but I’ve known about you since the first day of high school when Taehyung told us about you. I’m the CEO of Min Corporations which is a software system and I make billions, but I’m also a part of a gang called BTS. I’m not the leader, but I’m in charge of the all the technical aspects such as changing the security cameras, hacking into computers and those type of things.”

He looks up at you, anxiety filling his eyes and fear.

“Let me see your gun?” You push off of the door and walk over to him.

He does so and hands you the weapon with the safety on. You take the gun from him and the barrel warm from his body. As your hands slide over the material you turn the safety off and cock the gun. You aim the gun at the door and on cue Taehyung flings the door open, how he picked the lock within milliseconds only confirms your theory. Yoongi stills beside you and Tae freezes at the barrel pointed square on his heart.

His eyes widen with fear and you smirk as you turn the safety on and hand the gun back to Yoongi.

“I’m going to leave now, but are we still on tonight?” He asks in an unsure voice.

“Yeah, but should I bring my own Glock or will this dinner be peaceful?” You quirk an eyebrow.

A small playful smile graces his features as he says,”Bring your own just in case, you never know when danger can come.” He winks before closing the door.

“You will not need to bring a gun on your date because Yoongi is not taking you anywhere dangerous and if he does I will gut him in front of you,” Tae says through clenched teeth.

You bat your eyelashes at him and ask, “Do you not think I can carry my own gun?”

“From the way you were aiming at my heart, I would say that you know how to use one from experience which both worries and excites me.”

You stand up from your bed head to walk out of your room before saying, “Order pizza and then I might just tell you my secrets as you tell me yours.” You give him a pointed look.

He nods and follow out to the living room couch. As you plop down Taehyung asks, “Heads or tails?”

“Heads.”

He flips the coin and it lands on tails. Heaving a sigh you look at Tae and for a second you wish that he could be your boyfriend so you can distract him with a kiss.

“I love you,” you blurt out again.

“Nice try,” he glares at you.

You lean over and go to kiss his lips but he sticks his hand in your face and pushes you back. He laughs as you groan. Why must you be unlucky?

“Spill the details,” he says in a serious voice.

You roll your eyes and lean onto his shoulder for warmth, knowing that some part of you is going to go numb at reliving your past.

“I was an orphan as you know and somehow I managed to scheme my way into that high end elementary school so I can start my life outright. Did you ever wonder how an orphan can go to a private school that cost more than a car? How a girl with no money managed to be at the top of her class and pay for all the textbook and eat the school lunch while also owning enough uniforms to not look like a slob?” You look up at him waiting for him to respond.

He nods for you to go on and you nestle deeper into your position.

“I was an orphan, but I had an older sister who whored herself for us. She fell in love with EXO’s Baekhyun who took care of my schooling. I always went to your house for play dates and study sessions, you never came to mine. My sister loved me, she really did, but Baekhyun didn’t love her the same way. He dumped her and gave her enough money to keep her contempt. She took care of me for six years, so it was time that I returned back the favor. In middle school I would always say I was too busy studying at the library when really I was worming my way into EXO and learning how to hack from Sehun. They didn’t know of course because I watched from the vent. I also got payback on Baekhyun, till this day he’s still afraid of bunnies. He sleeps in fear every night,” you give a hollow laugh at the memory of him writhing in pain from that time his chest turned into nothing but shredded flesh.

“Back to the story. At first I transferred one thousand into our bank accounts taking one dollar from a thousand bank accounts. As time drew on and my sister needed to go to college I began taking money from other gangs, it was already dirty money so why not get it dirtier? She was able to go to any college she wanted and now she’s a kindergarten teacher dating a wonderful CEO of some stock market company. She sends me money for school and instead of using it I’ve been saving it to buy myself a house and car along with money to get by in case I need to run away. All those sleepovers we’ve had well, while you were sleeping safe and sound, I was out in the night sneaking into stores shoplifting, getting jewelry to pawn, or sneaking into banks to crack open safes. Along the way I made a few enemies, and that was when I taught myself how to shoot. At first I practiced in abandoned building and then I went into gun ranges overnight to work on my shooting at night. I used a flashlight for some guidance, then I trained my vision to guess and then I bought night vision goggles, well stole them.”

“I’ve been in this world from the day I was born after finding out that my mother was a whore who overdosed and my father is now dead after I killed him. He was a pimp who worked under a rather dirty gang that has now been dealt with. I guess the only thing that I need to tell you is that I knew who you were from day one. I have dirt on all the gangs in this district and I still keep up with it from time to time. But it’s been awhile since I checked on my tabs, so it was quite a surprise that you were in a gang. Although I never took you for a gang member.”

As he opens his mouth to talk the doorbell rings and Tae jumps over the couch to get the pizza as you go to the fridge to get two cokes. After settling back in and sitting cross-legged, eating pizza, and looking at each other Taehyung begins his story.

“I was born rich obviously, but when I was in preschool I got bullied, the kids were jealous and I would come home with bruises under my shirts. One day a kid saw me being cornered and scared the bullies off. Jimin, the delivery boy who you thought was cute, Park Jimin. He saved me. His parents are rich, but they’re rich because his father has another company that takes place underground and deal with things that should not be said. Everyone knew not to mess with Jimin or else their parents would suffer along with them. We became friends and he’s close but not as close as you are with me. You may be equal though once you start dating Yoongi and I’m left alone though,” I look up and he’s wiggling his eyebrows at you. You just roll your eyes and take a bite of your slice.

“Anyway, Jimin told me that he was going to join BTS when he got in elementary school so he can be powerful and stop bullies, so I wanted to join too and protect a kid like Jimin did for me. So I did the initiation which was just getting back to the base from any given location and they prepared us for that. I haven’t killed a person if that’s what you’re wondering. We don’t kill by the way, well out of self-defense, if we’re under fire then we don’t pay attention to the life, just making sure that we come out alive. But back to my story. I knew something was fishy with you from the moment you walked in elementary school darting your eyes all over the place like there were cameras everywhere. One day I found you hacking into the principal’s computer and change your grades to all As and then gave us that teacher workday. You were in kindergarten how did you learn how to do that? I began following you and at one point I did have a crush on you and kissed you in your sleep one night at a sleepover, but when I didn’t feel the tingles I thought I would, I decided it would be better to be your older brother, so there are no romantic feelings between us. By the time it was high school and we already knew each other I began getting another crush, this time it became an obsession sort of because I wanted to know what you did that made you so hot and sexy, it turned me on to be honest.”

“Oh shut up, you were just curious,” you laugh playfully hitting his chest.

“Well I was curious and not knowing what you did make me hard and I wanted to know more so I dug deeper and found more about your past. I didn’t know anything about your parents because you erased them, but read about your sister with EXO and that all Yoongi could dig up for me. I decided to invite to a sleepover even when we were high schoolers, you still said yes. Well, I did bribe you with homemade cookies and pizza, but still, you came. I made a little sensor go off when my window was opened. After the shrill ringing in my ears went off, I quickly woke up and followed you. For the whole night I saw you win car races, sneak into jewelry stores, still designer clothes, and pickpocket quite the number of wallets. I was amazed and yet I wanted to protect you, why did you have to do this why did I see you give a wicked grin before hooking up with a complete stranger. I told Yoongi about it because at the time he seemed like he would understand you since you did hack a lot and I thought he could see where you were coming from since he grew up with a rough past also. So I asked him to watch out for you and one day he found your sister and went to talk to her. That day you were stressing about finals taking the preMCATS, so I didn’t want to say anything. Months went by and you didn’t come home with bruises or with split knuckles. I decided to not go any further and here we are now here we are 14 years of friendship and counting.” He raises his bottle of coke to toast.

“What’s Min Yoongi like?” You ask after a couple minutes of silence, both of you processing one another’s hidden life.

“I trust him with my life and with yours. I think you two would be a fit and I’m not pressuring you or anything, but you’ll always have a family with BTS.” he says quietly.

“I know, that day you followed me, it was sort of obvious because you were acting weird the next day and I saw a kid that looked strangely like you and from the way you were shrinking back in the shadows at the car race, I knew it was you. You were such a dweeb.” You laugh looking at his face.

He flicks your nose and you turn the tv on to a rerun of Friends. As the episode ends you check your phone and a reminder pops up for your date at 8. The time reads 7:30. He’s picking you up at 8. Shit! You only have time to take a quick shower and put on BB cream. After missing up your light makeup you undo your hair and quickly blow dry it. As you deem your hair somewhat decent you slip on the shoes, shove your daggers, phone, and a wad of fake hundreds just for fun. You look at your phone and see that you have a minute to spare. Smiling to yourself you walk to the front door slipping on the pumps that are awfully tall and open the door to see a wide-eyed Yoongi.

You put your hand on his chest and gently push him away as you call over your shoulder, “I’ll be back tomorrow hungover probably so don’t wait up for me.” You flash Tae a wicked grin and close the door before he can retort.

“Wow, you look pretty nice for someone who got ready in just thirty minutes.” Yoongi remarks as you wait in the elevator.

“Taehyung texted you?” You roll your head at him.

“Yeah, he told me to be late since you two were busy having a pow wow moment, so I was planning on giving you an extra second.” he smiles sarcastically at me.

“So where are we going?” You ask as the both of you step into the garage and he walks you over to his red Ferrari 488 GTB. Show off much.

He opens the door for you and you smile as you slide into the low seat. After he turns the car on with his fingerprint he asks, “Wanna go gambling?” He pulls out a wad of cash from the inside pocket of his suit.

“Why I thought you would never ask?” you match his devilish grin as you pull out your wad of Benjamins.

His grin widens into a smile as he asks, “Are those fake?” he raises a brow.

You gasp and place a hand to your heart and ask, “How could you know me so well?” You smile at him.

“What’s the bet then?” A playful glint shines in his eyes.

“I say we last thirty minutes before they throw us out.”

“I say twenty-five if we start winning too much. Do you know how to count cards?”

“I only know a little bit, but I can easily make a million throughout the casino. How about we make a deal?” You propose.

“And what deal would that be?”

“The one who can get away with the most money real or fake within thirty minutes. Do you know how to count cards?” You turn to look at him.

“No, but I know when to add and when to stop, so I would say that I’m more logical and luck.”

“Well I’ll give you a head start with letting you get one thousand more than me, think of it as leveling the playing field.” You flash him one of your wicked grins that made prisoners quiver in their chairs.

“A gentleman’s deal and no pickpocketing.” He sticks his hand out to shake.

“Fine, I guess I’ll just keep that money for myself.” You sigh looking out at the window as the buildings pass by you.

“What does the winner get?”

“The loser pays for the next date.” you look at him.

“Why would that be losing? Because I plan to rent out an entire amusement park and it’s been awhile since something was at stake for me, so why not?” You pull out one of your sparkling daggers and you hear Yoongi take in a breath.

The blade reflects the city’s lights off of its blade and the curved edge glides easily across your palm, not drawing blood, but the motion of using it makes your blood sing. It’s been a couple of months since you lasted used them for a mission of sorts, but tonight might be a night that will make your blood boil with excitement.

“Have you ever killed a person?” He asks in the silence.

“Besides my dad yes. The enjoyment of having all the power and making those big buff men scream in pain makes me sleep soundly every night. I do not kill unless the person deserves it. I only make those you raise their hands on a woman or gamble their daughter’s college savings away suffer. I make sure karma comes back to them. Whether it be them losing a finger or their family is entirely up to them.” You answer him in a bleak voice, letting him gauge whether or not he can handle your storm.

“So you’re a vigilante on your nights off of being a med student?” he muses.

“Occasionally, but I’m also a hired assassin when I need some quick cash,” you shrug.

He gives a bark of laughter and quickly looks at you fondling your beloved dagger.

“Who gave you those?” he asks.

“I stole them from a rival assassin who I lost my virginity to.” You say nonchalantly.

“Wow, you have quite the life.” he jokes.

“How much do you know,” you ask quietly.

“That you were safe and never in danger I never dug deep it felt too invasive, so I just made sure you had no police record and any stray cameras that caught you on their feed disappeared or turned elsewhere.” He says with equal quietness.

“Thank you,” you give him a small smile as you hold his hand.

“You know that if things do go array tonight call Taehyung, Jungkook, Jimin, Jin, J-hope, or Namjoon. Their numbers are already saved in your phone.” His voice leaves no room for questions.

“I can handle myself if you haven’t already noticed,” you smirk at him, giving his hand a little squeeze.

“Is that what this tough girl act is?” he raises a brow at me.

“That plus to see if I can scare any dates off. If they can’t handle the little things then what would happen if I came home covered in blood and he needed to stitch up my bullet wound?” His hands tighten around yours and you roll your eyes at his inner protectiveness come out. Ah, men and their primal instincts.

After a couple of minutes, the car slows down and you look at each other.

“May the best scammer win and the loser suffer,” you smirk at him before opening the car door and glide into the casino looking like a single woman looking for a good time.

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The Danger in Duality | 04

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“You and your seven squad members must take on the struggles of being world-class assassins while also living as full-time college students.”

“Do you know what stoichiometry is?” Jungkook asked, “Or a colloid?”

Taehyung shrugged, “Beats me.”

“Fuck,” he huffed, slamming his chemistry textbook closed, “I’m going to fail this quiz.”

He was sitting on his bed, the sheets covered with hastily scribbled notes and flashcards. He had been trying to study for hours, but understood none of it. Jungkook was used to everything coming so naturally to him; strength, shooting, fighting--who knew chemistry would be the thing to kick his ass the hardest?

“You’ll do fine, just try your best!” Taehyung said.

Jungkook climbed off his bed. A part of himself wondered if it was too late in the semester to get Jimin to sleep with his professor to get his grade up. Jimin already owed him, he figured this was the least he could do.

“Hey, before you leave could you pass me that oil over there?” Taehyung asked. He was sitting at his desk with his entire case of artillery open, cleaning the weapons.

Jungkook grabbed the bottle and tossed it across the dorm room, “Don’t forget, we have a room check today. The RA should be coming by in a couple hours, so be sure to hide everything like usual.”

Taehyung plucked it form the air, “Yeah, yeah, don’t worry, I’ve got it.”

Jungkook stuffed his books into his backpack and threw it over his shoulder, “Tae, I’m serious. Don’t forget,” he said from the doorway.

“I said I’ve got it! Geez, I haven’t forgotten yet since we’ve been here.”

“I know, but I’m just making sure,” Jungkook said.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of everything. Go take your quiz.”

Jungkook sighed. Sparing one last look at Taehyung he closed the door behind him and walked down the hall.

Taehyung continued to stick the rod down the barrel of the rifle. He knew he wasn’t the most reliable in the squad, but the constant reminders still irked him. He couldn’t help it that details slipped his mind sometimes. Taehyung wasn’t stupid by any means, he was just...spacey.

Time seemed to escape him as he sat in the empty room. There was something about cleaning the weapons that sent him into a trance-like state. The minutes passed by quickly, as the cold metal of the guns in his palms cleared his mind. Though, from all the gun parts he had spread across his desk, he knew clean-up would be a pain in the ass later.

In the distance he heard the ring of the bell tower. It only rang at the beginning of every hour, which meant--

“Shit!” he said as he jumped up. That was his signal that class had just started, and he was still across campus. He scoured the room for clean pants, throwing on a random pair of sweats and a hoodie. With shoes halfway on his feet, he grabbed his bag and bolted out the door, not even sparing a look back into the room.

____________________

Taehyung took a sip from his warm cup. He had gotten his coffee just before the lunchtime rush, and had secured a table in the corner of the cafe. He took in the buzz of busy students on their daily commute through the window. He had gotten in the habit of people-watching in this very spot after a long day of classes. It was a routine that seemed to give his sometimes too hectic life some peace and stability.

Taehyung saw a flash of bright blue lights as a police car flashed past the window and down the street. It was a bit out of the ordinary, but he continued to down the coffee until the cup was empty. He picked up his things and went to throw his trash away, walking out of the shop and down the sidewalk back towards his dorm.

There was the sudden blaring of sirens coming from behind him. He looked back to see four more police cars zip past, and disappear around the corner.

He rounded the corner to find that all of the police cars had gathered in front of his dormitory. There was a small crowd that had collected outside, confused murmurs filling the air. As he squeezed his way past to go to the entrance, the officers flooded from their cars and ran inside the building.

Standing in front of the building, he noticed one officer speaking with a small curly haired girl. Taehyung recognized her as the RA for his floor. They never really spoke much, but he always thought she was really cute.

“So you have no idea where he is?” he could hear the officer ask.

“No, sir. I haven’t seen him all day,” she replied nervously.

“We’re still going to have to take you in for questioning,’” he said, “And just for clarification, what was the resident’s name again?”

“Kim Taehyung.”

He froze. He took in the flashing lights, the swarm of officers, the RA....

No. He couldn’t have. He couldn’t have possibly forgotten.

There was a buzzing in his pocket. He grabbed his phone to see a new message.

Jungkook: I’M BEING TAKEN INTO POLICE CUSTODY FOR QUESTIONING. WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO???

Taehyung felt his stomach drop. He immediately pulled up the hood on his jacket and sank back into the growing crowd of people. He moved slowly, inconspicuous with his head bowed, and when he was free he all but ran until the building was out of sight.

_________________

It was one of the more “normal” afternoons at the boys’ apartment.

You and Namjoon were sitting at the kitchen bar while Hoseok, Jimin, and Seokjin were busy watching television on the sofa. The show went to commercial break, and you heard footsteps coming up behind you as your eyes were trained on your books. Given how close they were, you didn’t have to guess who it was.

“What are you up to?” Jimin asked, chin on your shoulder.

“Doing homework,” you replied.

“For what class?” he grabbed the front of your textbook to get a look, “Anatomy? Hey baby, if you needed a lesson on the human body I can always teach you some things.”

You turned around and twisted his nipples. He jumped back holding his chest. He looked as if he were both offended and turned on at the same time. Nothing worked on him.

Yoongi grunted, a slew of curse words coming out under his breath.

“What’s wrong?” Hoseok asked.

“I need another source for this psychology essay and I don’t have any.”

“Psychology? I have a book at my place that might help,” Jimin said, as he massaged his chest.

“Can I stop by your house later and get it?”

“Yeah sure,” he said absentmindedly.

There was a sudden pounding at the door. Jimin walked over and pulled it open.

“Hey, Tae,” he said. He took in the look of sheer panic and distress on his face.

Taehyung pushed past his squad mate and marched inside the apartment. He headed straight for the sofa and fell onto the cushions.

He was breathing hard, sweat coating his face.

“Tae, are you okay ?” you asked.

“Where’s Jungkook? You two always come over together,” Seokjin said.

Taehyung took his hoodie down, “Well you see...um...we have a bit of a problem.”

“What are you talking about?” Namjoon said.

“Well, Jungkook and I had a room check today...and I kind of forgot…to clean up...”

“Kind of? What’s that even mean?” Hoseok asked.

“Hey, stop with the riddles, Tae, tell us what the hell happened,” Yoongi said.

He took a deep breath before spitting the words out, “IforgottoputallthethegunsawaybeforeourroomchecktodayandmyRAfoundthemandcalledthecopsandnowthey’reoutlookingformeI’msorrydon’tkillmeplease!”

The room was quiet as the squad processed his words. You all looked around at each other before erupting.

“TAEHYUNG WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“I know! I know I messed up! I’m so sorry!”

“Oh my god,” Namjoon said, walking away to grab onto a nearby wall.

“We’re done for. We’re done. It’s over,” Jimin said.

“How did this happen?!” Seokjin asked.

“I was cleaning the guns before class, and forgot to pack them all up and hide them before I left! I was rushing out the door and I just forgot! Then when I went back, there were a bunch of police cars in front of my down, and I heard them say they were looking for me.”

“How many guns did you have out? Two? Three?” asked Namjoon.

Taehyung held his head, “Six.”

The entire room groaned.

“But how does Jungkook play into all this?” you asked, “Where’s he now?”

“He texted me a few minutes ago saying he just got taken into custody and was going to be interrogated,” Taehyung said.

“So what the hell can we do now? They’re going to grill Jungkook for answers,” Jimin said.

“I know he won’t say anything, he’s smart,” Taehyung said.

You knew Jungkook was okay with keeping secrets. You just weren’t so sure his temper would be able to hold up for long.

“We need to call grandfather,” Namjoon announced.

“No! Are you crazy?!”

“He’s the only one that can get us out of this situation!”

If Taehyung was scared before, he was mortified now. He began rocking back and forth. He felt nauseous.

Namjoon pulled out his phone to find the number.

He walked over to Taehyung with his hand outstretched. He looked up at his brother in confusion.

“Go on, tell him,” Namjoon said.

“M-me? Why me? You’re the leader!”

“Because I’m not the one that left guns out in my dorm room!” he said in a heated whisper, “Take it, it’s ringing.”

“Come on, please? I can’t do this, I really can’t!”

“Tae.”

“Joon!”

“Namjoon what a surprise it is hearing from you today,” a deep voice said through the phone.

Taehyung’s shoulders hunched and he snatched the phone from Namjoon’s hands.

“Hi, grandfather, it’s actually me, Taehyung,” he got up from the sofa and began walking towards the back hallway of the apartment, “No, but I have a bit of a situation that I really need your help with as soon as possible. It’s kind of urgent. No everything is fine! I mean...”

He walked into one of the boys’ bedrooms and shut the door, leaving you all to struggle to hear the rest of the conversation.

______________________

Jungkook traced random doodles on the dusty table before him. He sat alone in the tiny room, surrounded by tinted glass that he was surely being watched through. The space was lit with a strangely glowing lamp dangling overhead, and the room smelled faintly of cigarettes.

The door suddenly burst open, and in walked a man carrying a notepad and a manila folder. He had a earpiece, similar to what you and the squad used when you needed to communicate on missions.

“Jeon Jungkook, right?” he asked.

“That’s correct.”

He opened the folder, sifting through some of the pages as he sat down, “So, it says here that you’re the suspect’s roommate.”

“Yes.”

“How long have you known the suspect?”

“I met him this school year, a couple months ago.”

“Ah, so I take it that you two are close, hmm? Sharing a small space like that is hard when you don’t like someone.”

“We weren’t that close, he has his life, I have mine,” Jungkook said, simply.

“Interesting, because other residents of your dormitory have said that you two seem extremely close. Someone is quoted as saying it's like you two are, ‘attached at the hip’.”

Jungkook maintained a straight face, but shrugged, “Perceptions are different I guess.”

The investigator scoffed, looking through more documents. Jungkook took notice of the camera in the corner of the room.

“Jungkook, do you like guns?”

His face scrunched up, “Gosh no, hate them. They scare me honestly, just the thought of them make my palms sweaty.”

“So you didn’t know your roommate had a half a dozen guns in your shared room?”

”No clue.”

“Okay, kid. I don’t want to waste your time and I don’t want you to waste mine, so let’s get to the point,” he said. “How can you live in the same room as someone that had half a dozen military grade automatic weapons, and not know it? A few of them were even banned in this country.”

“I don’t know,” Jungkook said simply. He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms.

“Something like that is hard to hide, son. You really expect me to believe that?”

The smug look on the man’s face didn’t sit right with him. He felt something bubble up inside him, and he had to hold himself back from knocking the expression off himself. One thing he learned from The Academy was that if you’re ever backed into a corner, stay calm and don’t crack under pressure.

“I don’t know.”

“What did he have planned? No one just has a collection like that sitting around for the hell of it.”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m not stupid, boy!” the man said, slamming his hand down on the table, “Your friend had something planned for those weapons and you’re covering for him! Now cut the shit! If you have nothing to do with this there’s nothing to hide.”

He was now standing up, looking down on Jungkook. The assassin stared up at him, getting more annoyed by the second. He swallowed, taking in a deep breath to calm himself down. Everyone that knew Jungkook knew better than to ever talk to him like that. But that was the problem. The investigator didn’t know him, or what he was capable of. But a part of him wanted to show him.

“I said….I. Don’t. Know,” he said through clenched teeth, “Now please get out of my face, sir.”

“Or what?” he taunted.

Jungkook said nothing. He broke the stare to look down at the table. He needed to calm down, or who knew what he’d do. Then he’d be in even more trouble than he already was. He began counting to ten in his mind to soothe his nerves.

1….2....3….4….

The investigator suddenly perked up. His headset beeped, and a voice came through as one of his co-workers delivered a message, “Mmhm...Oh,” he laughed, “Oh really? Okay good to know, thanks for sharing.”

He turned back to Jungkook with a look full of self-satisfaction.

“Turns out that after turning your room upside down, officers just found even more weapons on your side. So,” he drawled, “what were you and Taehyung planning to do with all of those guns?”

Jungkook gulped.

______________________

The minutes rolled on.

You were still sitting in the living room of the apartment, watching the hands of the clock tick, just waiting. Taehyung had hung up from his call with Mr. Kim about 20 minutes ago, and when he came out of the room everyone bombarded him with questions. He looked deflated, and couldn’t give you all a definite answer as to what The Academy was going to do, but Mr. Kim had said he would handle it. The man had never given you all a reason to doubt him before, so all you could do was trust him and see.

There was a knock at the door, making everyone jump.

Cautiously, Namjoon walked over. He looked through the peephole and immediately flung the door open.

Jungkook walked inside.

“What happened?!” Seokjin asked.

“What’d they ask you?!” you said.

“Are we in trouble?!” Taehyung asked.

“I don’t know, but it was weird as hell,” Jungkook began, “I was in the room being interrogated, and I was sure I was done for. When all of a sudden these other men came in. They pulled the guy that was talking to me out, and when he came back in a few minutes later he said I was free to go. I still don’t know what happened.”

“That was it?” Yoongi asked.

“Yeah. Whatever they said must have freaked him out though, I’ve never seen someone’s attitude change that fast. He even offered to give me a ride home.”

Everyone let out a collective sigh of relief.

“Mr. Kim never ceases to amaze me,” Hoseok said.

“You told him?! Ah hell, that explains it,” Jungkook groaned, “We’ll never hear the end of this one.”

“Well it was fun being terrified about my imminent demise with you all, but I need to go and take care of some unfinished business,” Jimin said as he grabbed his things and headed to the door.

You had more work to do at home, and Yoongi had an extra credit lecture to go to, so the three of you left the apartment and headed outside into the darkening afternoon and went your separate ways.

When Jimin made it to the frat house, he trekked up the stairs and dropped his back off in the living room. The house was unusually quiet, just as he had expected. He heard rattling in the kitchen, and went in to see Haneul making a sandwich. He tried his best, slathering on mayo with his good arm while his other was wrapped in a sling. The sound of footsteps made him turn around, only to see Jimin standing in the doorway.

“Oh hey, Jimin,” Haneul said.

“How’d that happen?” Jimin asked, nodding to Haneul’s arm.

“Oh, I fell and dislocated it at our last party,” he said.

“Really?” Jimin asked, “How?”

“I don’t remember, I got fucking hammered,” he said.

Jimin steadily walked into the kitchen, moving closer behind Haneul. He was too busy to notice Jimin’s near silent movement, and how intently he stared daggers into the back of his head.

“By the way how did you get that girl at the party with the big tits to talk to you? I’ve been trying to get her attention since the semester started and she just blows me off. I mean you can have her, but can you pass her over after you’re done? Or better we could have her at the same time, she looks like she’d be into that--”

Jimin grabbed a fistfull of Haneul’s hair, and slammed his head down onto the counter, making him sink down onto the floor and fall unconscious.

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He awoke later to a bright light hanging over him. Haneul blinked rapidly, groaning at the sudden searing headache. His vision started to clear, and he tried to look around, only to realize that he couldn’t move his head. He tried to move other parts of his body, but found them to be bound and held in place.

“Hello!” he called, “Hello!”

He heard footsteps nearing. Jimin suddenly stepped into his line of vision, hovering over him.

“Jimin, what’s going on?” Haneul laughed.

Jimin said nothing.

“Come on, man, this is funny. You’re fucking hilarious, now let me go.”

Jimin’s expression was cold, unreadable. His sharp eyes sliced through the emotionless mask he wore, like a predator zeroing in on its prey. Haneul’s heart rate skyrocketed.

He had been strapped onto their dining room table with belts. His head, arms, torso, and legs were bound and immobile. He felt oddly cold, and he realized he was almost completely naked save for his thin boxers.

Jimin stalked closer, and Haneul cringed back.

“I don’t know what this is about, but please cut it out man,” he said through a forced smile, “You’re starting to freak me out.”

Jimin cocked his head to the side, “So you thought you could force yourself on ____, right?”

“What?”

“You don’t remember? Our last party? You need me to refresh your memory for you?” Jimin moved closer.

“NO!! No...our last party...oh you’re talking about that? I was drunk off my ass, you know how things are,” he chuckled.

Despite Jimin being much smaller than him, the look in his eyes was next-level terrifying. It was intentful, and from the intricacy of the set up, he got the feeling that he had done something like this before.

“No drunkenness in the world could justify what you were trying to do,” Jimin seethed.

“I wasn’t going to do anything! I swear! We were just talking, you know? She was in my room so I asked her why and she started getting defensive, and attacked me! After that I blacked out!”

“Don’t play the victim here,” Jimin said. He was calm, and it was even more unnerving.

“I’m not! I’m just saying I obviously got the worst of it.”

Jimin stared at him for a moment, then suddenly walked out of sight. Haneul heard him moving things around in the drawers of the kitchen.

“Jimin just let me go and stop playing around, please.”

No answer.

“I’m sorry for whatever you said I did!”

Silence.

“You can have my whole stash! All my weed, all my xans, all the dope! Take it, just let me go!”

Nothing.

“The boys will be back soon! I don’t know what you’re planning but you won’t get away with this shit!”

Jimin’s face suddenly appeared back. Haneul hadn’t even heard him walk over.

“Everyone is out for drinks and won’t be back home for a couple hours. I made sure of it,” he said, “So it’s just you and me. But don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”

Haneul felt something cold trace down his chest and stomach. It was pointy and sharp, and he strained his eyes down to see a butcher knife held lazily in Jimin’s hand.

Haneul’s breath hitched. He felt light-headed.

“I could have used one of my own knives for this, but honestly you aren’t even worth it,” Jimin said.

“What are you going to do to me?” he breathed.

“Make you repent.”

In that moment, Jimin was particularly glad the houses in the neighborhood were far apart. Because then, he was sure none of the neighbors could hear Haneul’s screams.

_________________

Yoongi’s pace quickened when he noticed the thick clouds above him in the night sky. He was glad to have left the lecture a few minutes early, but felt foolish for not checking the weather before leaving his apartment. All he needed was to get caught in the rain without a jacket or umbrella.

He made it to the frat house minutes later. He rang the doorbell, hearing the sounds of thunder in the distance. Yoongi stood on the porch for a few moments before he heard a scramble on the other side.

Jimin cracked open the door.

Yoongi saw a familiar look on his squad member’s face. A look completed by a clenched jaw, alert eyes, and flushed skin It was similar to the look he had on missions after he had just done something awful.

Yoongi shook it off.

“What are you doing here?” Jimin asked, confused.

“I said I was coming to get that psychology book, remember?”

“Shit. Yeah I forgot. Hold on.”

He disappeared for a moment. It wasn’t like Jimin to seem so frenzied, like his mind was in a million places at once. Yoongi swore he heard muffled whimpering coming from inside the house.

Jimin came back to the door, holding out a book and and a jacket.

“What’s this for?”

“______ left this here at the party. Can you give this to her tonight before you go back home? You’ll be passing by her place, anyways.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes. He heard the daunting thunder, the last thing he wanted to do was to make another stop, “Yeah I guess.”

He heard the low whimpering again. It had intensified, just quiet enough to go unnoticed by normal ears. But Yoongi noticed even the smallest things, they were trained to.

“I’ll...see you later,” he said, walking off the porch. Jimin quickly shut himself inside the house.

Yoongi shrugged and walked down the sidewalk. The winds had picked up, and the thunder seemed to be nearing. All he wanted to do was go straight home and curl into bed, not drop off things for forgetful squad members. He felt a droplet hit his forehead and walked faster.

Yoongi pulled out his cellphone.

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Yoongi: I’m almost at your place hurry and open the door

_______: Wtf why are you coming to my place??

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By the time Yoongi had made it to the apartment, the rain was beyond a drizzle. It had picked up, and was now falling like hard pellets down to earth. Yoongi ran to the door, cursing his luck.

He banged on the barrier until you finally pulled it open. You took in his soaked clothes and bag, the small droplets falling from his dark tresses. He was clearly unamused.

“I told you to open the door,” he grumbled as he walked in.

“And I asked you why you were coming over,” you replied, “You’re drenched.”

“You don’t say,” he held out the jacket to you, “Apparently you left this at the party.”

“Oh I forgot all about this. Thanks for dropping it off.”

The thoughtful action caught you by surprise. It was a reminder that Yoongi could be civil sometimes.

“Trust me this is the last place I want to be right now, but you’re welcome.”

Your face fell.

“Okay, get out,” you said, pushing him to the door.

“Gladly,” he stepped outside, but saw the downpour before him. He bit his lip, obvious contemplation crossing his features.

You rolled your eyes, “Fine, you can stay until the rain stops, I guess.”

You went into the kitchen to finish dinner, and Yoongi followed you. He sat at the table and watched you move around.

“What’re you making?”

“Pasta,” you said as you dumped it into your bowl, “Why, do you want some?”

“Depends. Is it the same kind you made when we were on that mission in Montreal? Then no.”

“First of all, you know that wasn’t my fault. Jungkook was helping me, he can barely make cereal.”

“Sounds like an excuse.”

“Fuck you,” you said.

You put the bowl in front of him and sat down.

“Where’s the psycho?” he asked through the food.

“Luna?” you said, “I don’t know, she left earlier today and I haven’t seen her since.”

“Maybe she’s out planning your demise,” he said casually, “or getting some.”

You snorted, “If she is good for her, at least someone around here is.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, casual hookups don’t come easily with our lifestyle,” you said, “Unless you’re Jimin.”

You job was to complete missions, and now with school, you had even more obligations. In between killing and homework, your need to get laid was put on the back-burner.

“True. I didn’t know I would be sacrificing my dick when I signed up for this.”

“Yeah this is the only part of the job I actually hate.”

“Just ask Jimin to help you out. He's the only one desperate enough to sleep with you for free.”

“You’re one to talk. The only action you're ever gonna get is from your right hand.”

“Oh yeah? When was the last time you got some?”

The question took you off guard, but what baffled you even more was that it was so hard to remember, “Two years?” You barely even counted that since everything was over the clothes, but he didn’t have to know that, ”What about you?”

Yoongi pursed his lips, “Five years.”

“Five years?! We were still in training back then... it was somebody back in The Academy wasn’t it?”

He continued to chew, nodding.

“Who was it?”

“Remember the girl in our knife-work class with the bangs?”

“The arsonist?” your mouth hung open, and from his silence you knew you were right, “Wow, I didn’t know that was your type.”

“When you’re a horny teenage boy, there’s no such thing as a type.”

“You know, people used to say we looked alike,” you joked.

He snorted, “Not at all. You’re way prettier.”

You both paused for a beat. He looked like he wanted to correct his statement, but stared down into his bowl instead.

The only sound was the tapping of the rain against your windows.

You cleared your throat.

None of the boys in the squad were unattractive, and you sure weren’t blind. If you were being honest with yourself, Yoongi was actually decent looking sometimes--when he didn’t make you want to kill him.

Across the table, he pushed up the sleeves on his black t-shirt, exposing his toned forearms, littered with faded scars. His jaw clenched as he chewed. His adams apple rose and fell in his milky throat, and he pushed his wet hair back with his thick hands.

You almost laughed out loud. You were really checking out Min Yoongi-- training nemesis and squad member.

This was a new low. You needed to get laid soon.

______________________

As the night went on, the rain never let up. It was late then, past your usual bedtime and Yoongi’s as well. The both of you were sitting at the kitchen table on your phones in silence.

You yawned, “It doesn’t look like it’s going to stop anytime soon. You might as well just sleep over.”

“Do I have to?”

“I mean you can go into that monsoon if you want. You know I won’t stop you.”

You got up from the table and walked back into your room. You heard a chair move and footsteps follow you. You pulled out an extra pillow and blanket from your closet, and laid them on the floor next to your bed. Even though Luna wasn’t there that night, you figured she would have a heart attack if she saw a random guy sleeping on your sofa whenever she came back.

Yoongi took off his shirt, leaving him in only his large sweatpants. It hung off his hips loosely as he got onto the floor. You turned the lights out and climbed into bed.

At first you were able to ignore it, but as time went on your nerves thinned. You could hear Yoongi tossing and turning on your floor, flipping over the pillow until he found a good spot.

“Can you stop moving?”

“I would but your floor feels like concrete.”

“It’s a floor, what did you expect?” you muttered.

He never stopped, flipping and turning for minutes at a time. It sounded like he was punching the pillow now, and you were convinced he was just doing it to annoy you. You stared up at your ceiling, debating dragging him out into the storm yourself.

“Yoongi, if it’s that bad just come sleep up here!” you erupted.

In the past, you’ve been on missions where you and the boys have slept crammed together with even less space, so you weren’t repulsed by the idea.

He sighed, and you saw his silhouette stand. The bed dipped as he pulled the covers over himself. The bed was just large enough for there to be space in between your bodies. The time rolled on.

You turned over and stopped. You were much closer than you thought you were. Your eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and his skin seemed to glow in the night. He looked back at you, wordlessly scanning your face. You felt his light breaths feather over your skin.

Your throat felt dry.

No one said a thing.

You slowly rolled back over, your back to him.

You looked at your wall, the sound of the rain lulling you into a state of fatigue.

Mixed with the downpour, eventually came the sound of deep, rhythmic breathing. The light snore behind you was relaxing, and you were on the verge of unconsciousness when a sudden warmth wrapped around your waist. Yoongi’s grip was relaxed, his arm unknowingly thrown over you as his fingertips lingered on your stomach.

Everything in you wanted to fling him off in disgust, wake him from his sleep and kick him off the bed. It would have been the right thing to do, the sane thing. But for some reason your body remained rigid under his touch. He shifted closer, his nose buried into your back. There was no logical explanation for why you reveled in the touch, his touch.Your breathing was shallow.

You tried to close your eyes, but all you could do was stare at your wall and listen to the rain.

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