#EVERYBODY CAN SHOW OFF THEIR MUSCLES not me im going to kick dark to the curb

[dnangelic]

EVERYONE'S BEING SWOLE MEANWHILE

[harrypupperandhisownerdraco]

💧∗ˈ‧₊°∗ˈ‧₊°∗ˈ‧₊°∗ˈ‧₊°basically i just had a shitty christmas and after that just started screaming n fighting w my mom and i just want to cry so much, this life is shit i just want sum comforting otp, tag urself im draco 

(also this is a muggle!au)

 Story

Silver, blue, on then off… The hanging lights were flickering all over, illuminating the dirty streets with artificial illumination, blinding the moonlight and hibernal constellations. It wasn't snowing anymore, and all of its reminiscent beauty washed away with dirt and stomped away by happy bystander. The air could have been colder, but what made Draco shiver was the contrast between the eerie feeling lingering in the street and the stinging feeling over his cheek. Twisting butterbeer candy in his mouth, its sweet aroma melted along with the bitter taste of blood. It stung a little, but the endearing feeling of alcohol started to take over. Wandering aimlessly, he was focusing his thoughts hard on the christmas song's lyrics resonating all over the town. Otherwise, the dark thoughts he was trying to shut in would start to yell again.

He inhaled -breath shaky- once again, trying to regain consciousness of his surrounding. He couldn't just cry in the street like that, he was pathetic yes but ain't nobody gonna see it. He sighed as a sad grin slightly made its way on his face, finding a place to cry safely was a middle school thing to do but here he was at 20. He let his gaze wander on all the dolled up shop front, displaying all kinds of present ideas. He hadn't even had time to open half of his presents before running away. They might all have been shitty anyway. Except his mother's… Not to be cheesy, but she was the one who really knew him in that big house, no matter how many people inhabited it.

 Since when the family house became so full yet so cold and empty ? Maybe at the blurred line where childhood disappeared …

 Draco rubbed his humid noise, he was definitely not going to cry in public, for god sake. Leaving the nice display for romantic couples, he walked off. There was only one place where a forsaken college kid could cry his pitiful life and that was college itself. And if luck was on his side, he had the shittiest family life and everybody else went back home.

 Luck showed to not be on his side, Draco discovered with bitter annoyance as he was trying to sneak some snacks from the cafeteria. And it seemed Potter (the worst one Draco could fall into) had the same thoughts. His nemesis since middle school, the one person he personally made sure to say « happy christmas loser» before leaving because he knew christmas was Potter’s least favorite holiday.

Homeboy must have had the whole day to make a sweet stock but no, midnight snacking was better, of course. How original Potter.

"Come on Potter, don’t tell me you don’t hide food in that mess of a room you have", Draco put his arms around the amount of baked good and drinks he had stocked. " 'Cause I wont let you have any of these, you had the whole day, too bad."

"What are you doing here ? I thought you went back." Potter raised an eyebrow.

"Well you know, ehe, maybe I'm Santa and haven't given you your gift yet ?", he gave him droopy smile, trying to suppress wiggles alcohol induced. "Maybe, you’re Santa. 

"A- Are you drunk ?"

"That would be insulting my alcohol tolerance considering I only had candy, but I guess a man can get drunk over his spleen. Oh, and like, a few bottle, aha.."

"You're definitely drunk.", Potter sighed. "Get some water and go to sleep Malfoy."

"But I'm hungryy."

"You're only going to regret it afterwards, now come on, give it-" Potter got awfully closer, and Draco felt an itching feeling under his skin.

"Let a man drink and get shitfaced Potter, jeez, I don't remember stopping you having fun at your last scoot boys party." Draco groaned.

"You're not having fun, " Potter sighed and he came so close Draco could feel his breath over.

"Why you caring about that."  Draco tried to defy Potter's deep glare, but booze only confused him into the lulling gaze of green eyes.

As Potter groaned for answer, he grabbed his plate. Draco didn't put up any resistance as he didn't trust his body so close to Potter's. He might accidentally hit his face, and he didn't feel confident over a 1v1 against Potter right now.

"You don't smell like alcohol, you smell… good.", Draco muttered, as his eyes were half shutting over Potter’s collarbones. "What have you been up to Potty, you really don't know how to party, you only grunt and sigh."

 Draco didn't know whether it was willingly or without realizing, but he leaned against Potter's strong frame more than necessary. The sweet feeling of being supported, not having to fight… If only Potter could close his arms around him.

 "Malfoy I swear you should go now.", Potter's arms tried to shift him, but Draco felt his own arms envelope Potter's nice smelling neck on their own accord.

"Oh come on, I had a shitty christmas and a shitty evening, let me have that.", he whined slightly, tugging closer.

He could feel Potter’s breath stopped for an instant, and Draco didn’t know what to make of it. Maybe Potter would kick him for good now, pathetic or no they never indulged in anything soft or warm ; they challenged each other and threw word with deep rooted meaning, but never anything so clear and explicit.

But when Draco went to unlace himself from this awkward situation, he felt Potter’s strong arms not letting him.

"I don’t even know why i’m doing this, you’re heavy. " Potter complained as he was carrying Draco on his back.

"I’m not, not with those fit arms of yours ", Draco rumbled against Potter’s nice smelling jumper.

"... I should record you," Harry muttered, the back of his neck feeling hotter.

" I’d deny everything, the things you can do with technology these day.."

Draco could feel Potter’s muscles moving slightly over a soft chuckle. He pushed his face further into the nice perfume.

"... Hey take me to your room."

"W-what ?!", they nearly fell as Potter lost his balance.

"Calm your tits Potter, jee-"

"Why’d you want to go into my room anyway ??"

Because it might smell as nice as you..., Because it’s your room..., Because, there, it’d just be full of you and nothing would remind me of anything at home..., Because I don’t want to think about home right now...

"Because I know you have a hidden stack of snacks in there..."

"Malfoy."

Draco couldn’t feel Potter’s gaze on him but his tone conveyed enough to make Draco’s throat clench.

"I won’t steal anything, it’s just... there’s nothing that’ll remind me of home there... Just... I... "

Draco never finished his phrase and soft silence fell upon them for the rest of the way. He tried to no think too deep about tonight’s evolution, but even cloudy thoughts weren’t enough.

"We’re here", and as soon as he opened the door, Potter let Draco fall hardly on the floor. Not bothering to listen to his insulting fuss, he went to throw a cushion his way. "There’s a futon over there, the floor is yours."

"You’re the worst host ever, even dogs are treated better." Draco pouted.

"And you’re a handful guest and drunk", Potter said as he let a blanket fall over Draco’s head.

The ground was cold, he could feel it over the futon and the fall had made his heart sad. Draco remembered the comfy over-stuffed bed he left at home and how he should’ve been sleeping there comfily instead of making a fool of himself in front of the only boy that mattered.

"Well if I could have avoided drinking to drown my sorrow trust me i would.", he sniffed, already sobering up. "I’m so going to throw up all over your carpet."

All sound of moving and shifting stopped for a while. Then Potter peeked his face under the blanket, facing Draco’s.

"... Are you crying ?"

"... Next I’m gonna pee and then you’ll have all my body fluids over your carpet." Draco said with a small voice and he wanted to punch himself. Embarrassed him really had the worst retorts.

"You’re disgusting." Potter said, but he brought his nice smelling sleeve over Draco’s nose and whipped the dampness. Draco sniffed again.

"I’m not crying."

"You’ll deny it for the record I know."

For some reason, Potter lingered his touch over Draco’s face, wandering his hands over his cheeks, lightly wiping tears traces. Draco couldn’t see Potter’s face clearly due to the lack of lamps turned on. The room only escaping darkness for dim moonlight and Draco hoped Potter couldn’t see his face clearly either.

"Why did you come back ?"

"Because I’m the family disappointment and I have no weird cousin to dim that off."

Trying to use depreciative humor didn’t seem to get to Potter, maybe because he couldn’t see Draco’s face laughing it off. He had gotten quite good over the years.

"How could you be the family disappointment. You got the best grade and remarks, you’re basically every rich parents dream kid."

"Yeah that’s what I thought too, right ?... I thought that I would go back home and be congratulated or something, I mean I did get some of the best rank right ? But what are best rank when your friends are not ‘good company’ huh ? And when your clothes doesn’t reflect your seriousness enough, I mean who would hire me in these right ? Not like I came home to have dinner not an interview. Oh and sit straight will you, I taught you better, don’t embarrass me. We have guests Draco, is that really how you want to represent the Malfoy name ? And-"

"Breath a bit."

Potter’s voice was calm and strangely soothing. Draco hadn’t felt his blood pumping so hard until Potter made his heart stretch.

"The thing is... I do everything right but it’s never right enough. My father keeps talking about me like I’m just a display for the family name. I cant even think of doing other things that my whole life is already being pushed down my throat ! I don’t even know if I really want to do what I do ? Maybe I just convinced myself that’s what I want to do ? What if I understand I’m ruining my life when they’re already old and senile and I can’t make them pay for it huh ? Is it my fault they only fucked once and now they only have one shot for their brand of whatever ? Is it so hard to let me live as just ... someone ? Am I not enough just being my own ? "

Potter´s hand was still on his cheek and as everything fell into silence again, Draco felt overly conscious of their proximity. Heart clenching, he tried to not dwell on the words he just said, looking for some other depreciative humor ; he hadn’t plan to open to Potter. They never did this.

"Did you tell them that ?"

"I-", Draco let his lips hang open, slightly taken aback by Potter’s empathy and what felt like concern in his tone. "I did but... I feel like they never listen to what I say, I’ve been saying the same things for years. They say they’re scared for my future and just wants what’s best, but the truth is that they just don’t trust me and now I don’t trust myself either when I shouldn’t. " he bit his mouth over the bitter feeling.

"... I think you’re doing good."

"What do you know..." Draco sniffed, he could feel uneasiness coming from Potter and honestly he felt already bad enough from spilling his gut here he didn’t want some colored sappy moral or whatever. "If you’re going to tell me some sappy shit-"

"No I mean," Potter put his hands over Draco’s wrist so that he wouldn’t go away. And even in the darkness, Draco could feel his gaze’s intensity on him. "You look like, you’re... you just seem like you’ve got everything figured it out, like everything’s gonna work out for you in the end and... even if you feel like you want to change when you’re old, you’re the kind of person that’ll find something else and be great at it."

Draco could feel Potter’s pulse stirring over his touch and he didn’t know what to make of it.

"...You suck at sappy-inspirational speech, let me tell you."

"I mean... fuck if your parent don’t see it, you’re always doing your best and trying hard and giving it your all and... Whatever you decide to do with it you’re gonna be great at it... Even if you don’t really know what you want to do now, it’s ok, I mean... nobody does... know what they’re doing really. You don’t really need to know right away, you can... just keep doing for now until you know better..."

Although Potter seemed very thoughtful about what he said, Draco couldn’t help the awkward chuckle that escaped his lips.

"Hey, I’m serious you know !", even over his voice, Draco could hear Potter blush over embarrassment.

"I know this is why it’s weird !" Draco tried to untie his wrist from Potter’s grasp.

"Would you have wanted me to mock you or something !"

"N-no but now I’m confused ! If you’d mocked me I would have punched you and it would have been fine but now I don’t know what to do !"

"Then don’t reject me for once !"

Over their bickering, the blanket felt from over them but Potter didn’t let go of Draco’s wrist.

"You think I’m great ?"

"I’ll deny it for the record." he muttered and Draco could see him averting his beautiful eyes.

"Say it again."

When Potter’s eyes moved on Draco’s again, they held a burning purpose, and he couldn’t avoid his gaze if he wanted to. Potter’s beautiful eyes had him holding his breath but not wavering, even when he felt Potter’s breath over his lips.

He didn’t wonder who got over the last cm as their lips touched each other very softly, barely even, feeling unreal.

"Can I ?" Potter’s murmur ghosted over Draco’s lips.

On impulse, Draco wrapped his arms over Potter and squeezed very tightly. He had been so close all evening and all his life, and he couldn’t contain his feelings any more second. All the places in contact with Potter felt like they were burning the sensation into his skin, so that he would never forget what he’d been longing for so long. And as the kiss deepened, hands caressing softly through hair and clothes, Draco finally finally felt belonging.

As a ray of pale sun made its way on his face, Draco awoke feeling bundled in an infinite source of warmth and safety. He could barely move but he didn’t want to. Ever.

He might have fallen asleep again a few times before he felt some shifting around him.

The moment he turned around, he came nose bopping with Potter’s ; who opened beautiful green eyes and gave soft and embarrassed smile that Draco returned. He felt on cloud nine and the soft embrace he was in, not disappearing as they woke up, was the best part.

"Happy Christmas," Potter whispers against his lips.

“It’s happy now...”, Draco kisses him softly and they might just spend the rest of the day that way.

[thenamesseven]

Warnings: Angst

“Us?”

Sun Hee was caught off guard when she heard Jinyoung’s words, she had been avoiding this moment as much as she could but he looked so determined to end whatever they had tonight that she wouldn’t even dare to try to stop him. Jinyoung felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, his heart was pounding against his chest as he looked around the female’s apartment, he had been here twice and he deeply hoped this would be the last time he had to face her.

“Don’t say it like that” Jinyoung turned around hearing Sun Hee’s tone, she was implying something he didn’t like

“Don’t talk about us like it’s disgusting then” She defended, her chin up as she quietly challenged him to say something offensive.

“We’re over”

His words felt like a bucket of cold water being dumped onto her face. She was shocked, so surprised to hear that statement coming out of his mouth that she didn’t even know what to say or how to react. Sitting down on the couch she rested her elbows on her knees and started running her fingers through her now messy hair while she tried to figure out a way to handle the situation.

“This can’t happen again” Jinyoung looked down at her “I can’t keep hurting her like this”

“It only happened four times” She replied like if somehow that would make the fact that he cheated better “And only twice after your wedding”

“The thing is this should have never happened Sun Hee” Jinyoung told her exasperated, trying to make her understand why they were over

“What about me?” That was a question Jinyoung hadn’t expected when he had mentally prepared himself on his way to her apartment.

“What do you mean?” He frowned confused, looking down at her as he rested his hands on his hips

“You can’t keep hurting her but you can screw me and then walk away? What the fuck Jinyoung?” Sun Hee stood up, pushing Jinyoung with so little force that he didn’t even move.

“No! Drop that, I’m tired of this guilt tripping bullshit Sun Hee!” His voice rose and Sun Hee froze on her spot, Jinyoung has never yelled at her, he has never even been mad at her. “This was supposed to be a one time mistake but you kept playing your stupid little games and this got out of control!” He got really close to her, his forehead pressed against hers but Sun Hee knew that rather than being romantic Jinyoung was getting aggressive, mad and tired of her "This past few times we met was to keep you quiet! You have threatened me to tell everybody so many times that I really didn't know what to do!"

“Do you think breaking up with me will keep me quiet?” She asked him, Sun Hee was pushing every single button Jinyoung had. “I’ll tell her, oh God Jinyoung, I’ll tell her every single detail of what we did together” Sun Hee smirked, seeing how Jinyoung’s muscles were starting to get even more tense. “I'll say we fell in love, that you were trying to leave her but she got pregnant and ruined everything” She had the nerve to chuckle on his face “Who do you think she will believe Jinyoung?”

He was seeing red. Jinyoung was so close to punch her that he had to turn around and punch the wall instead. He didn’t break his knuckles but he scratched his skin making his hand bleed. However, the rage wasn’t letting him feel the pain, the only thing he could feel right now was anger.

“Listen here, you bitch” Jinyoung pushed her against a wall, his breathing heavy as he looked into her eyes “I’m not falling for that anymore, I’m not going to keep playing your games” Jinyoung slammed the wall next to her head making Sun Hee jump, she knew she had fucked up, she knew she shouldn’t have pushed him that far “Want to tell everybody? Go ahead, your career will be ruined with mine” He muttered looking down at her “You will be a nobody that destroyed a marriage, you will be the slut all my fans will hate” He wasn’t shouting anymore, Jinyoung was talking in a low tone that was even more scary “So go ahead Sun Hee, you want to end this your way? Tell (Y/N) everything, I’ll be there to watch you fall”

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"Tell (Y/N) everything, I'll be there to watch you fall"

His words wouldn't stop echoing in his head, did he really gave her permission to tell you everything? What the hell was wrong with him?

When Jinyoung walked into the apartment he shared with you his eyes landed on a picture of the both of you, it was taken not too long after you made your relationship public. Those were the good times, when he wasn't stressed with keeping secrets with you, when he was being loyal and when he didn't need to tell lies.

Suddenly Jinyoung collapsed.

Tears started streaming down his cheeks before he could stop them, the pain in his chest was squeezing his heart so hard that he truly thought he was going to die. His legs became weaks and his knees landed on the floor.

"What have I done?" He whispered sobbing, both of his hands going up to his head to grip his hair "God Im so sorry...(Y/N)....I'm so sorry" Those words became a mantra that he kept repeating over and over again in the apartment's deadly silence. When his eyes moved up to the picture Jinyoung's crying became even louder, his body jerking with each sob.

"Im so sorry" His shaky hands rested down onto the floor like if he was bowing to you, begging for forgiveness "Please forgive me" He asked extremely quiet with his forehead against the cold floor, crying. "Please God, make her forgive me...I know I don't deserve it but I will never lie to her again...She's my life"

Jinyoung lost track of time.

He didn't know how many hours he stayed there knelt down, praying to whoever God was up listening to his cries and begging to keep you close to him no matter what. At some point he had stood up and after undressing, he simply got in bed sobbing and falling asleep by himself.

You arrived to the apartment not much later after Jinyoung had cried himself to sleep. Letting out a tired sigh you closed the door, smiling a little when you noticed Jinyoung's shoes at the entrance. By the silence in the apartment you knew he was sleeping, so you made your way to the bedroom as quietly as possible.

Walking into the room you couldn't help but frown a little seeing Jinyoung's clothes bundle up on the floor messily, he has always been a clean and organised person so that detail made the uneasy feeling you've had in your chest for the past few days return. You tried to shake it off thinking he was just too tired to put them back in the wardrobe but that was quickly forgotten when you got in bed with him.

His body unconciously slid as close to you as he could and even when it was completely dark, you could see his eyes being slightly swollen. The frown returned to your face, feeling the little sobs coming from his body. Staring down at your boyfriend you bit your lip softly, running your fingers through his hair.

"What are you hiding Jinyoung?"

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Things didn't get better for Jinyoung the next morning.

He woke up at 5 am, forcing himself to move away from you and leave you alone in bed. Thiis time it was for practice though, from now on that would be the only reason he would have to leave you by yourself in your apartment. Once dressed and ready he walked into the bedroom one more time to glance down at your sleeping yet calm face, hoping that peaceful expression would last forever.

"I love you so much" He whispered leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead "Always remember that"

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His slightly normal mood switched to bad as soon as he stepped into the practice room. The first thing that told him something was wrong was the tense yet extremely dense atmosphere in the room. Some of the guys such as Youngjae and Bambam were like always, the first one was smiling as brightly as he could as such an early hour and the latter kept playing around like the kid he was.

Jackson, Mark and Jaebum though, they were acting like always but Jinyoung could feel their eyes on him, watching his every move carefully like they were searching the answers for some unanswered questions he had the answer too.

Yugyeom was the biggest problem in the room.

It all started with a simple question while they were warming up before practicing the choreography for Lullaby.

"Where were you last night? I thought you would come with (Y/N) to the dorms"

His words caught him off guard. You never told him you would be hanging out with his friends and he had told you he was meeting with Jaebum. Did you realize he was lying or did Jaebum played along his lie?

"Didn't you say he was talking with JYP?" Bambam joined the conversation frowning, Jackson had stopped warming up to pay attention to him.

"Why would I talk with JYP?" Jinyoung frowned looking at Yugyeom. Jaebum on the other hand, felt like kicking the younger member out for willing to start a fight.

"Jaebum said you were in the office to ask for a small break after your twins are born so you could get some rest and help (Y/N) until she gets used to being a mom" Jackson explained, his expression showing how extremely confused he was.

"Wait" Mark stood up from the floor, finally done with warming up his muscles "If you weren't with JYP, where were you then?" He asked scratching the back part of his neck.

Jinyoung opened his mouth, ready to snap back at everybody and tell them it wasn't their business but Jaebum clapped his hands, getting everybody's attention. "Let's stop wasting time and start practicing already"

It got all even worse from that moment. While they quietly danced Jinyoung could feel Yugyeom glaring at him, the male's body tensed as if he wanted to start a physical fight against him and honestly? Jinyoung was starting to feel on edge because of this. If Yugyeom had a problem with him, he should just man up and tell him whatever the hell was making him so tense instead of acting like a little kid with his silent treatment.

The fight started when they were taking a small break to catch their breath and drink some water. Jinyoung was drinking from his bottle when Yugyeom walked past him, pushing the older male with his shoulder. In another situation, Jinyoung would have just shut up and ignore his bratty behaviour but in that moment, the small gesture made him explode.

"Yah!" Jinyoung turned around to face him however, Yugyeom was just ignoring him "What the hell is wrong with you?" Jinyoung watched Yugyeom bend down to get his bottle and drink his water, still paying zero attention to him "Yugyeom! Im talking to you"

"Jinyoung drop it" Jaebum warned from the corner of the practice room, Jinyoung turned around to face the other male completely frustrated.

"Drop it?" He scoffed exhasperated "I am not the one being a kid and giving the fucking silent treatment! What's with that? What's the problem, huh?"

Yugyeom snapped. Youngjae and Jackson didn't have time to grab him before he took two long steps forward and stood infront of Jinyoung. The other male didn't moved back, instead he stepped closer, challenging Yugyeom to fight him.

"Be a man and say it to my face" Jinyoung told him, pushing Yugyeom back roughly

"A man?" Yugyeom smirked looking at Jinyoung "How can you tell me to be a man when you're not one? Huh, Jinyoung? Are you a man or a fucking coward!?" Yugyeom shouted, presing his forehead against Jinyoung's

"What is he talking about?" Youngjae asked frowning, Jackson pushed Yugyeom away from Jinyoung.

"Tell us where you were last night!"

"That's none of your business" Jinyoung snapped staring into his eyes.

"It's not my business?" Yugyeom pushed Jackson away with a strength nobody knew he had and before somebody could stop him he punched Jinyoung on the face making him fall to the ground.

"She might believe your lies but I don't!" Before Yugyeom could punch him again Jaebum got in the middle, protecting Jinyoung with his body as he faced Yugyeom.

"Out! Right now!"

Yugyeom stared at Jaebum mad, how could he defend Jinyoung when he knew what he was doing behind your back? Scoffing, he turned around and walked towards the door.

"Fine, the atmosphere here sucks anyways"

And with that, Yugyeom slammed the door as he exited the practice room.