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hello! hope youâre okay after the ending, honestly I donât think any of us are.
I wanted to request a rafe x pogue reader where itâs that boat storm scene and instead of Sarah falling itâs reader and sheâs just drowning and Rafe jumps in after her. He doesnât know why he did it but he just has a soft spot for her and itâs just really angsty but also cute.
thanks! I love your account btw!
In The Sea
Summery: the anon
Words: 2.5k
Warnings: grammar mistakes
A\N: thank you to everyone who has been requesting it makes me very happy xxx
You stand at the edge of the deck, clutching the railing as the boat rocks, waves rolling against the hull. The salty breeze whips your hair around your face, and the peaceful ocean sounds made you think about the current situation.
You didn't expect Rafe to save you and your friends from being arrested, much less expect him to find a boat big and resistant enough to drive you all to Morocco Africa to find the blue crown. It was truly a surprise considering you and Rafe's history.
âSo what? Are we just on our way to Africa now?â Kiara asked the group as if she couldn't believe that Rafe Cameron was willingly helping them.
âQuick little weekend trip?â She added to her previous sentence.
âWhat about Rafe? We know what he did to the cross and now we want to go after the crown with him?â You and the rest of the pogue's lips go into a thin line at the memory.
âSarah, you're his family, how do deal with himâ John B said, finding no other options.
âI don't- I don't know, I think maybe y/n might have a chance of convincing him to behave but..â she shrugged and you felt the stares of your friends burn holes through you. Your past relationship with him was a secret to nobody.
âWe- we just have to talk to him, or at least tryâ You proposed earning a frown from JJ.
âTalk to Rafe? When has he ever just communicated with us?âÂ
âTalking to him is the only option we have, but you're definitely not talking with him,â John B said and as expected everyone nodded and hummed, agreeing. JJ was in no place to talk with Rafe.
âWhy not? What did I do?â He asked, getting almost frustrated.
âWe all know you and him are far from being civil, the last thing we need is you triggering him and causing troubleâ His girlfriend, Kiara, tried to explain the easiest way but he still got defensive. After a couple of bickering from JJ and John b You finally decide to go speak with him, who was driving the boat not too far away from the deck.
âHey,â You knock on the metal and rusted door before entering and walking up to him. His eyes catch yours and there's a tension between the two of you. But Rafe only tilts his head to acknowledge you.
You swallow, feeling the weight of his stare. "We just want to talk," you say, steadying your voice as the rest of your friends beside JJ follow behind you.
âAll right let's talkâ Rafe chuckles, and itâs low, almost a whisper.Â
Your mind goes almost blank as you take him in, you haven't been this close since you were forced in the same room by Sighs men last year. You had almost forgotten how much you missed him.
âYou guys be cool I'll be coolâ His voice snapped you out of your daydream, realizing you had missed a bit of the conversation.
âSo now you want peace?â Pope leaned back and scoffed, not believing a word that came out of his mouth.
âI just saved all your asses, how about a thank you?â He glanced at all of you one by one, but he only earned silence,
âListen I don't want any part of your little fairytale treasure hunt bullshit, I'm just looking for Groffâ Heâs breathing heavily, holding himself back from adding more snark,
âHey, Rafe!â Before anyone can react, JJâs fist flies through the air, cracking against Rafeâs jaw with a force that echoes.
Rafeâs head snaps back, his expression stunned for a split second before he crumples, hitting the hard metal floor. For a moment, everyone is frantic, staring at the lifeless form sprawled across the floor, his eyes closed, completely knocked out.
âholy shitâ
âJesus JJ what's your problemâ
âWhoo that felt goodâ Tired of JJ's crazy actions the girls walk away shaking their heads in disbelief until you are the only one staying behind.
JJ stands over him, breathing heavily, the adrenaline still pulsing through him as he looks down at Rafe. His fist is red, already bruising, but he doesnât seem to care.
âWhat is wrong with you?â You look at him, feeling a rush of shock mixed with panic. You fall to your knees next to Rafe and quickly look over his injuries, softly rubbing your thumb on his jaw. Â âIf he didn't do it I was going to do itâ Pope added only worsening the situation. You shook your head and furrowed your eyebrows at his sentence.
After the pogues agreed it was probably not a good idea to let Rafe free in case he woke up and decided to shoot you all with his âpeacemakerâ you tied him up in a small cabin. His head hung low, his wrists were bound to a stainless steel pole and his legs were uncomfortably folded beneath him. Your heart clenched at the sight of him but still decided to leave him there until he woke up.
You open the door to the cabin slowly with a tray of warmed-up canned spaghetti in hand, it wasn't the best but it was all the boat had.
âI brought you food..â You whispered before bending down to place the tray in front of him.
âgreatâ he sighed.
âI found aspirin in the medicine cabinet, I figured you'd have a headache, maybe even a concussionâÂ
âRight⊠are you gonna throw it in my mouth like a seal or somethingâ He scoffed again clearly angered,
âThey don't trust you Rafe⊠but if you do the right thing maybe they will open up a little bitâ
âI am doing the right thing! I helped youâ He tried pulling against the restraints but failed.Â
âI know okay? I know but unfortunately, I don't have a choice but to let you in here until we get there, I'm sorryâ you whispered and pushed the tray closer to him. âPlease eat,â You said and left closing the large door behind you.
For a moment you stayed behind the door listening closely. âY/N come back!â he grunts and kicks his feet on the ground. âFucking untie me please!!â he screamed and you jumped when you heard the tray you had just put down on the floor fly into the wall.
Pope leaning over the side, is the first to spot the flicker of movement beneath the water. "Guys! I see one!" exclaims, his voice a mixture of excitement and focus. He scrambles for the fishing rod, almost knocking over the tackle box in his rush.
John B is right beside him, laughing. âWe've got our dinner!" he laughs.
âGuys, this oneâs huge!â Kie giggles with the boys knowing we were all set for dinner time tonight.
You all spent the rest of the day cooking the fish you caught and preparing side dishes with some good music in the background.
Until it was time for Rafa's second meal.
You open the door carefully and his eyes catch yours, this time you don't speak, simply set the tray of seasoned salmon down in front of him.
Has you were about to close the door you hear him.
âWait, y/n. Can you please- can you give me the forkâ his tone is much softer than before so you can't deny him.Â
You get down and pick up the utensil his bound hands couldnât reach.
âThank youâ He murmured, and you barely heard him as you closed the door behind you once again.
The sky darkens ominously as thunder rumbles in the distance, low and threatening. Waves crash harder against the hull of the boat, tossing it with a force that leaves you gripping onto anything within reach. The storm monitor flashes red to show the storm coming ahead of you.
âThat's not good,â John B says.
âWe're gonna have to try to blast through it,â Pope says, not finding any better options.
âWhy can't we go south?â Kie asks genuinely.
âThe current is gonna be against us we don't have a choiceâ John B agreed even after trying to find safer options, the boat's roar has Pope push the lever controlling the engine to the max.Â
The waves make the boat shift side to side making it difficult to stay up and steady.
Another massive wave crashes over the side, drenching them all, and you lose your footing, sliding across the deck until Kie grabs your arm, pulling you back.
âHold on to somethingâ Kie yells at you pope and Sarah and you all grip onto the nearest thing.
âHey!â a distant voice echoes through the walls.
âCut me loose! Y/N! Somebody!â Rafe screamed and banged his fists on the wall.
âGet me out of here!â Everyone listens but doesn't move a finger.
âWe have to let him outâ You scramble to your feet but jerk back when Cleo grabs your wrist.
âNo!â she says trying to stop you but you pulled back.
âHe's gonna drownâ You pull open rapidly the drawers trying to find something sharp, able to cut the thick ropes wrapped around Rafe's hands.
The storm is relentless, its fury tossing you around like a rag doll as you try to reach him. Â
You cling to the railing, struggling to stay upright as the boat lurches violently, nearly sending you sprawling across the floor. Your legs buckle under you. You come crashing through the door and walk onto the water-soaked floor knife in hand.
âCut me looseâ he begs.
Crouching in front of him you began frantically cutting the rope. Your muscles burn with how much pressure you're using.
âShit,â You say when a sudden jerk of the boat makes your face come inches apart from his, lips almost touching. You don't have time to think as you regain your balance and continue cutting the bounds.
âThere! Come onâ you yelled and quickly grasped his hands to pull him up from the floor.
You both run to shelter but the boat jerks side to side even more violently,
âSomething is wrong I have to go see!âÂ
âNo!â Rafe tried holding on to you but you were already rushing away onto the deck where waves came crashing, a massive wave rose out of the dark, towering over the boat like a shadow.
You barely had time to think before it crashed down, an icy, unforgiving wall of water that slammed into you with the force of a sledgehammer. The impact was too strong and you were thrown backward, landing hard on the deck. Pain explodes through your shoulder, the wind knocks from your lungs. Dazed and gasping, you try to get up, but the boat tips again, and before you can stand, another wave strikes.
This one is worse, merciless, catching you just as you struggle to rise. Your fingers graze the edge of the railing, but the slick metal slips through your grasp. In an instant, the world spins as you are thrown away from the boat, the cold, raging ocean swallowing you whole.
The water is a shock, freezing and chaotic, disorienting you as you plunge beneath the surface. You thrash, fighting to reach the surface, lungs burning, but the waves toss you back and forth, each effort to rise met with another rush of icy water.
Back on the boat, Rafe catches a glimpse of you disappearing over the side, and his heart stops. âY/N!â he screams, panic cutting through the storm. Without a second thought, he scrambles to the railing, nearly slipping himself as he peers out into the dark, searching for any sign of you.
âWhere is she!â Sarah came rushing to her brother
âShe fell overboardâ he yells already reaching for a rope with the floating boyee. Heâs soaked, exhausted, and barely steady, but thereâs no hesitation as he jumps in after you.
âRafe no!â She screams after her brother.
A wave slams into Rafe. âY/N!!â he yells in the water as he sees you trying to stay above the water far away.
With the last of your strength, You swim faster and harder towards Rafe and reach out when you're near, fingers brushing his arm, grasping it tight. Rafe holds you with everything he has.
âI got youâ But you don't hear him in the storm.
You both hold on to each other your arms around his neck and his around your waist as the boat floats away and the night turns into a void.
âHey, open your eyes, look at meâ You feel gentle hands grasping on your face as you finally sit up coughing out the water that filled your lungs.
âThat's itâ The hands rub your back in a comforting way.
The sand is hot beneath you, warming up your skin, and with exhaustion, you fall onto Rafe's chest.
âHey you okay?â panicked, he grabs onto your shoulder and pushes you a little bit to take a good look at your face.
âYou jumped after me,â you whispered.
âOf course I didâ You look up at him, heart pounding, feeling a rush of gratitude, fear, and something deeperâsomething thatâs been smouldering beneath the surface, unspoken, for far too long. Your eyes shine with tears, not sad and not happy either but grateful.Â
His hand reaches up, brushing a strand of wet hair from your face, his fingers lingering against your skin. His touch is warm, and grounding, and you feel your heart racing even faster under his gaze, intense and unreadable, like heâs seeing you for the first time.
Without another thought, you lean in, closing the space between the two of you as you press your lips to his, a spark igniting into a wildfire the moment you connect. Rafeâs surprise melts away instantly, and he kisses back, fierce and unrestrained, his hands finding your waist.
The kiss is charged, fueled by adrenaline, and a longing that neither of you can deny any longer. Your hands find his shoulders, clinging to him, grounding you in his warmth, his strength, the feel of his heartbeat thundering beneath your touch.Â
Rafeâs fingers trail up your back, sending shivers along your spine, and his lips move against yours with an urgency that speaks of everything left unspoken.
When you finally pull apart, breathless, Rafeâs forehead rests against yours, his eyes searching yours as he lets out a shaky laugh, almost in disbelief.
âYou saved my lifeâ you smile, brushing a thumb over his cheek, still feeling the warmth of his kiss lingering on your lips. âI love you, I've always loved youâ you whisper, and before you know it, you're kissing again, the ocean waves crashing nearby, the world forgotten as you lose yourselves in each other.
âI never stopped loving you,â he whispered.
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perfect stranger
summary: lauren reynolds is dead, emily prentiss along with her, and spencer finds himself alone, struggling and in need of company (smut, angst)
warnings: former emily prentiss/spencer reid, exploration of grief, references to addiction and divorce, spencer acts questionably in this but he's struggling so forgive him, reader has some backstory, reader is referred to with she pronouns and wears makeup and a skirt, reader smokes cigarettes, spencer POV (third person limited). very, very angsty.
word count: 7.8k
a/n: the first half of this is quite spencer/emily centric in its themes, but the second half focusses more on the reader character. reader means everything to me and i am cradling her so gently. posting on mobile so let me know if there are any formatting issues!
Three weeks since Emily Prentiss had died and taken half of Spencer Reid with her.
Three weeks.
Three weeks that tasted of ash and bile, where no matter how brightly the sun shone everything still looked grey, where every smile he passed on the street seemed to be mocking him.
He hadn't had an easy life, not by any standard, but even he had been unaware of just how keenly he could hurt, just how painful and violent breathing could be. It was an agony that seemed to persist beyond any capacity a human being could feasibly endure, a constant bleeding wound in the cavity of his chest.
It hadn't been long before daydreams of oblivion took hold of him. Murmurs of a phone number he couldn't forget as hard as he tried sounded in his mind, growing louder and louder as days went by. If he called it, he could remember peace. More crucially, he could forget everything. A call, a deal, a prick, a push, and every screaming agony in his mind could go away. The sweet, muggy bliss of a syringe of dreamless sleep. It would be so easy.
A disapproving voice in his head that sounded uncannily like Emily pleaded with him to resist the allure. She wouldn't want him to submit to the urge. She'd want him to withstand the pain, to feel the burn of grief boldly and without reprieve, to let time heal him with all the swiftness of a wounded sloth.
But it had been Emily who had loved him enough to keep him grounded and sober. And without her, how could he ever be strong enough to do it? The constant craving for quiet had been drowned out by the sounds of her soft sighs as his body pressed against her, by the consuming sensation of her around him and on top of him and in the beating heart in his chest.
And slowly, an idea formed. He couldn't have Emily anymore. But he could find something close enough. Some approximation to act as a temporary sigil to ward off the ghosts at his door. It had been an old coping mechanism heâd turned to in the early days of his sobriety. Nothing was more deadly to an addict than solitude, so heâd sought out company where he could get it, in faceless women in bar bathrooms and parked cars.
It had worked before, and it could work again.
At the very least, it forced him to shower and put on nice clothes, to brush his teeth and hair and remember the feeling of being alive. With his face clean and his body dressed, he could almost pass for human instead of the walking gaping wound he felt like.
The bar was an old favourite of his. The lights were dim and low, the music soft and unobtrusive. It wasn't any kind of high class establishment, but it didn't need to be for his purpose. With any luck, he wouldn't be here long.
He walked to the bar and ordered a neat whiskey. Drinking in his fragile state was unwise, but he needed to feel the burn of it sliding down his throat to remind him he was still capable of feeling anything but grief. After a bracing sip, he took a seat on a barstool and surveyed the milling revellers. They all seemed carefree and happy in a way he resented, drinking and laughing and dancing with one another, lovesick like heâd once been.
One woman caught his eye on the other end of the bar. She was alone, like him. Nursing whiskey neat like him. Seeming just lonely enough to make his own crushing solitude feel less isolating. She noticed him watching her and smiled, a coy edge to it that made heat start to simmer in the core of him.
She wasn't Emily, but she had a similar fire in her eyes, the same challenge in her smile, a striking beauty to her face that stung as much as it excited.
If he could find her beautiful, then beauty was still attainable to him. Things could still be wonderful in some far off life.
He was so lost in his thoughts he didn't notice she'd stood, approaching him and sitting in the stool beside him.
âWaiting for someone?â she asked softly.
Yes, he thought, Iâm waiting for Emily, and Iâll be waiting for as long as I live.
But for tonight, he would temporarily cease his waiting. So he smiled, shook his head, and said. âNo. Are you?â
She grinned at him, and the expression was so reminiscent of Emily's sly smiles that it hurt. âI was. But I think I found what I was waiting for.â
The line was so cheesy and silly he couldn't help but huff out a laugh. âAnd what would that be?â
âSomeone pretty. Someone who looks like they might have stories to tell.â She tilted her head. âYou know anyone like that?â
âI might,â he shrugged. âIâm Spencer.â
She told him her name and he barely heard it but he knew he wouldn't forget it. He knew he was supposed to say something, so he breathed, âthat's a beautiful name. It suits you.â
Her smile was like the sun and he almost believed he could feel warm again. âYou're not so bad yourself.â
Heâd never grown used to accepting a compliment so he ducked his head to hide his face. She was already talking again, saving him from the awkwardness of knowing how to reply.
âWhat brought you here tonight?â
The truth wasn't something he was ready to share with a stranger. He approximated it with, âIâm looking to feel a little less alone.â
Her hand on his was soft and warm. âWhat a coincidence. Iâm here for the same thing.â
He couldn't fathom someone like her, so beautiful and confident and with such a warm presence, being lonely. So he raised his eyebrows. âYou're really wanting for company?â
âIâll take that as a compliment,â she laughed. âBut yes. I am wanting for company. I just moved here.â
âWhat made you move here?â
âNothing special about here. I needed to leave my life behind and threw a dart at a map of the states and moved where it landed. Well, technically it landed on Virginia, but I overruled that. This was close enough.â
Needed to leave her life behind.
She'd said it casually, but it was an interesting thing to note. Like him, she was lost, alone, hiding from something. Seeking comfort in the arms of strangers who wouldnât stick around to fix her messes. He hummed thoughtfully. âRunning from something?â
With a shrug, she murmured, âarenât we all?â
âMost people,â he conceded.
âYou?â
âI donât like to think I am. But I donât think Iâd be here tonight if I wasnât.â
She smiled at him slightly. He was only just starting to realise what else about the smile reminded him of Emily - the slight undercurrent of sadness to it. âThatâs the nice thing about running.â she said after a pause. âSometimes you look up and realise your feet took you somewhere good without you even realising it.â
âAre you somewhere good?â
âYouâll have to tell me,â she said softly, and leaned forwards, capturing his mouth in a kiss.
It took a moment for his brain to catch up with his situation before he was kissing her back. She tasted like whiskey, fiery and hot and intoxicating. He reached his palm up to rest it on her cheek and she made a soft noise of encouragement, sliding her tongue into his mouth.
The angle of it was awkward, their bodies angled towards each other and hanging off their barstools, but it didnât make the kiss any less dizzying. It wasnât Emily, no way to pretend for even a second it was, the taste of her and the shape of her and the feeling of her were all different. But it didnât matter. It was company, and she was beautiful, and he knew in his heart Emily would want him to do this. Sheâd want him to find something that would help ease the pain. She would never want him to be lonely.
She pulled away and he gasped.
âDo you want to get out of here?â she asked breathlessly.
He nodded desperately, wrapping his hand around her wrist. âYes. Please.â
âMy place okay?â
âYes. Thatâs perfect. Letâs go.â
She picked up her glass of whiskey and motioned for him to do the same. As soon as he did she wrapped her arm around his and linked them at the elbow, holding her drink aloft. It took a second to realise what she wanted, and when he did, he grinned. It was silly, childish, exactly what he needed. She nodded at him and, arms interlocked, they downed their drinks in unison. The liquor burned his throat like a sip of liquid flame and he struggled to keep his mouth neutral as he swallowed, watching as she wrinkled her nose. He couldnât help his huffed laugh, giddy with the drink and the company.
She led him out of the bar, weaving them around the huddles of drunks and tables of friends in silence, and pounding guilt nestled behind his chest. Three weeks since the death of his lover, and heâd already found his way into the arms of someone else. What kind of man was he? Was his loyalty so thin?
But she turned towards him, glancing back with a mischief in her eyes that was achingly, throbbingly familiar, and he couldnât make himself pull away.
He wasnât a man of God. He didnât believe Emily was watching down on him, in pain at the thought of him with another woman. She was simply gone. He couldnât live for a ghost he didnât believe in.
It was all hollow justification, really, convincing himself it wasnât wrong to do the thing he already knew he would do. Her pulse under his fingertips was thrumming and alive, the sign of a heart that could pump blood and skin that was flush with warmth, and he needed to feel that. He needed to want something that could want him back.
The air was chilled as they stepped outside into the street and he stumbled into her as she came to a sudden stop. She giggled softly and wrapped her arm around him, steadying him and pulling him softly against her. Her body was a column of heat beside him, every breath she took causing her chest to rise and fall against him. Living, living, so alive, something real, something tangible. Heâd known this woman all of 10 minutes and he loved her as much as he hated her for simply being alive.
It wasnât fair on this poor woman, this beautiful woman, this kind woman to be drawing these constant comparisons. That thought, more than any other, almost gave him pause. He vowed to want her for what she was and not what she wasnât. She was sweet, beautiful, haunted, said he had pretty eyes and looked like someone with stories. She had soft skin and lovely eyes, a smile that held secrets and promises that he wouldnât get to know. He could want her for that.
She swung out her arm and a taxi pulled in beside them and they stumbled into the taxi, their bodies never leaving each other until she shuffled across the seat to the other side. Even then, her hand stayed on his arm and he revelled in the touch. She leaned forwards to share her address with the taxi driver and they drove into the night, the flickering street lights casting shadows on her face.
He couldnât help it, he leaned forwards to kiss her again. Her lips were a temporary oblivion, something consuming to drown out the noise of his grief. A comfort in company, a reminder he wasnât as alone as he felt. The guilt bubbling in his stomach was dulled by the softness of her lips, the gentle movement of her tongue, the sharp bite of her teeth on his lower lip. So different to Emily. Not different enough.
No.
She was her own person.
He pulled away with a gasp, her chest heaving to match his own.
âYouâre good at that,â she mumbled.
He moved his thumb across her cheek. âSo are you.â
She smiled and kissed him again, and he let himself sink into it, to feel the heat of another person against him, to let the sensations wash over him and through him and stir those familiar desires beneath his skin.
It was a quick taxi to her apartment and then he staggered onto the sidewalk like a man intoxicated. He was dizzy, though he only had the one drink. On a street heâd never been on before despite his years in the city, the buildings unfamiliar, his companion a stranger, and he felt like someone totally different. Someone else. Someone who could be casual and silly and risky and stupid. Not Spencer Reid. Not the grieving man.
His alienation from himself would be frightening if he had the fortitude to care. Instead, he called it a blessing and let his beautiful stranger pull him up the stairs.
Her apartment was four flights up, and by the time they reached her door, he was breathless. She laughed at the pink on his cheeks and he felt a hum of embarrassment course through him.
âNot laughing at you, baby, I promise,â she murmured as she turned to unlock the door. The term of endearment sent something hot running through his veins and his face only got warmer.
The door was pushed open, and she waited for him to enter before shutting it behind her.
Another moment of guilt and hesitation threatened to break him and he drowned it out by pulling her closer and capturing her mouth in a desperate kiss. She made a soft noise of surprise against him before melting into it, bringing her hand up to rest on his shoulder and pressing herself against him. It was soft and sweet and nothing he needed it to be so he deepened it, pressed her against the wall to gain the leverage to kiss her roughly. She let out another low sound of pleasure and it emboldened him, gave him the courage he needed to guide his hand up her thigh and under her skirt, running his fingertips along her hip.
She threw her head back with a soft âfuck,â letting her head rest against the wall as he moved his hand from resting on her hip to tracing over the line of her underwear and brought it down until it was ghosting along her core.
Her softness, pliability, was intoxicating and so different from what he was used to. Emily gave as good as she got, was bared teeth and strength and only going down with a fight. His beautiful stranger seemed happy to let him control the night, and he was grateful for it in that moment, grateful for the opportunity to have the control in the bedroom heâd lost over his life.
She gripped onto his shoulders hard as he pushed the panties aside and ran his fingers over the exposed flesh, spreading the accumulated arousal and circling over the sensitive nub at her apex.
He attached his lips to her neck, grazing his teeth across her collarbone and drinking in the sounds she made as he slowly inserted one finger, and then a second.
âBaby, god, feels so good,â she mumbled above him and the praise went straight to his cock, the taste of her skin against his tongue and the feeling of her around his fingers creating a dizzying cocktail of arousal in his abdomen. He was making her feel good, he was capable of creating pleasure in another, he could do something right even if his life felt wrong and hollow. He clung to that knowledge as he sucked a mark into her neck and basked in her whines.
Years of magic tricks gave him agile hands, a skill at profiling let him read a womanâs pleasure in her gasps and twitches, and it wasn't long before her moans were heightening in pitch and volume and her nails were pressing into his shoulders desperately. He felt a glow of pride as she came undone around him, moaning his name in shaking cadence. He pulled his fingers from her carefully and felt a bolt of arousal at the sight of her, her skirt rucked up around her waist, her cheeks pink and her eyeliner smudged.
âYou have wonderful hands,â she murmured after a few moments of loaded silence.
He laughed roughly. âIâve been told that before,â he mumbled, and didn't mention the woman whoâd told him.
âLet me make you feel good too, baby,â she said, and her widened eyes and desperate tone made it sound very much like a plea.
His head was spinning, body alight with lust, too full of want for the guilt to make a dent, and he nodded. He was sick, sick, sick in the head, his agreement a condemnation of himself, and so he nodded.
âYes. Yes, okay. Let's go to the bedroom,â he tried to speak through the dizzy desire and warring self-loathing and his voice came out thin.
She frowned, eyes big and concerned and placed her hand on his cheek. âAre you okay, baby? You don't have to do anything you don't want to.â
He shook his head almost violently, causing her hand to drop to his shoulder. He felt its absence like a wound. âNo. Please. I want this, I want you.â
She still looked hesitant so he kissed her, feeling the tension leave her body as his tongue explored her mouth. The relief of her wordless acquiescence was physical. He needed this, he needed her, he needed his life to dissolve in a melody of moans until he couldn't remember anything but the present, until everything faded but touch and heat and want.
He couldn't bear the weight of his mind alone. She might be a stranger, but he needed her. And curse Emily's voice in his head chiding him softly both for using this poor woman and for so quickly finding solace in the body of another. He was using her, sure, but she was using him too. It wasnât like she was in love with him, and he wasnât in love with her either. It was a one night stand, not marriage. And he and Emily had never labelled their relationship, had never been able to communicate well enough to even discuss exclusivity and all of that aside, she was fucking dead so really sheâd left him first and didnât have the right to be judging him.
He was talking so much to the Emily in his head he was starting to remember that he was still in the window for schizophrenia.Â
He kissed the woman more desperately, drowning out that thought. She made a keening, broken sound against him, and it temporarily brought him to the present.Â
He took a hold of her wrist, still resting against his collarbone and stumbled back. âBedroom, please,â he begged, too far gone to be self-conscious of the pleading tone.Â
She smiled, her pupils blown wide and her lips darkened from the bruising force of the kiss. âCome on, baby.â
She took a stumbling step towards him and he felt a surge of pride heâd taken her apart so thoroughly. He was still a man, after all, and she was a woman, a stupidly beautiful woman he was undeserving of, and it felt good to know he was bringing her pleasure.Â
He let himself be led like a lamb by its shepherd to her bedroom. It was clean, minimal, the bedroom of a flight risk who didnât want anything tying them down. No photographs, no personal effects, nothing in the room that didnât serve a utility.Â
The profiler in his brain was switched off by her hands moving to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them with nimble fingers. Once his shirt hung loose, her touch moved to his bare chest, tracing across the planes of his torso. He felt unavoidably self-conscious under her scrutiny, but she looked at him with such a heat in her eyes he couldnât help but know she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
He still wanted to know what demons had led her to him, to seeking solace in the arms of a man she didnât know, but he shoved the thought down. She was well within her right to want a one night stand, she didnât have to be damaged just because he was. And besides, sheâd started removing her own shirt, and it was hard to think about anything other than her chest, framed by a delicate black brassiere.
She caught his heated gaze because she laughed softly. âLike what you see, baby?â
He nodded stupidly. âGod, so much.â
And then she was kissing him, walking him backwards towards the bed where he was all too happy to go.
His knees hit the back of the bed and he dropped onto it, looking up at her as she undid the button fastening her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Her underwear matched the bra, and she wore them well, the lines and curves of her silhouette enough to intoxicate him. He leaned forwards to kiss her abdomen softly and she gasped. Their positioning, her above him with his head against her stomach, was some strange parody of worship. In a way, she was a god to him. He was giving himself as an offering in futile hope of salvation, devoting himself to a beautiful concept of a woman. She was nothing real and everything wonderful. A perfect stranger.
Her hands wove themselves into his hair and he groaned out his oblation into her skin.
âI need you, baby, please,â she whispered into the still air of the room, and he was her willing servant.
He sat back, and before his hands could reach down to unfasten his pants, she was undoing them for him, her fingers trembling as she fiddled with his button and then his fly.
There was something unsettling about her movements, and he stilled. âYou okay?â he murmured.
âYeah. Yeah, just want you,â she mumbled as he shimmied out of his pants.
There was something she wasnât telling him, but he didnât have time to ask before she was dropping to straddle his lap, his cock only separated from her arousal by the flimsy fabric of their undergarments. He might have been a genius, but even he found it hard to think about anything much with a woman in his lap, her hips shifting against his and sending his senses into overdrive.
He begged a silent plea of forgiveness to the Emily in his head. She remained stonily silent. He took it as permission and put his hands around the waist of his perfect stranger, using his leverage to twist them both until she was lying beneath him on the bed.
âYouâre beautiful,â he said softly, and the tender words felt like more of a betrayal than the sex.
âSo are you,â she whispered, and he kissed her gently. The kiss was short, chaste, before his lips were moving - kissing down her jaw, the column of her throat, her chest, her abdomen, her stomach. She gasped softly as he reached the waistband of her panties, and he lingered there just a moment, looking up at the rapt expression on her face.
He noticed, not for the first time, how very sad she looked behind the desire. Maybe she knew he was thinking about someone else. More likely, she was thinking about someone else. It wasnât his business. He understood what it was like to need to drown out the ghosts.
It was the echo of that thought that played in his head as he slowly pulled down her panties. Drown the ghost, make her feel good, bask in the warmth of another, remember what it means to live and breathe and feel. Simple instructions, a defined victory condition, something black and white and real. He tossed her underwear aside and looked up at her, propped up on her shoulders to watch as he exposed her.
He must have stayed there a moment too long, because she made a soft, plaintive sound and mumbled, âBaby, please. Donât tease me.â
âSorry,â he grinned, not sorry at all if it made her call him baby in that desperate, whining voice, and licked a stripe up her core.
She made a harsh, pleading noise at the contact, and he felt it like lightning under his skin. He pushed away the thoughts of the sounds Emily had once made, and moved to suck gently on her clit, summoning more sweet whines from her lips.
Her hands came down to twist in his hair and he groaned against her. He felt hot, shivery, alternating waves of lust and guilt rocking through him like a boat tossed about through the surf. Something about the sheer wrongness of it was only heightening his desire. His grief was getting tangled in his need and his body was turning all of it into heat and want.
Eventually, she gasped raggedly and used her grip on his hair to pull him off of her, looking down at him with eyes turned the inky black shade of lust. âNeed you, now, please, baby,â she groaned, and what man could say no to that?
He nodded, dizzy and hazy, and lifted himself onto his knees. âCondom?â he managed to force out through the white noise of his mind, and she sat up to lean over to her bedside drawer, rifling through a little box to pull out a Trojan.
He pulled off his own underwear hastily as she unwrapped it, and hissed as she leaned forwards to roll it onto him. He hadnât realised how hard he was until her soft hands were ghosting over him, and the touch felt like little lines of fire over his skin. He groaned thickly and let his head fall back as she stroked him experimentally over the latex.
He didnât want to wait any longer, couldnât risk being still when the thoughts of everything he was hiding from could come back. Emily was being quiet in his skull, probably furious at his betrayal, but it was still quiet, no voice in his head but his own. So, he gently pushed her back until she was lying against the pillow, and put his weight on one arm as he guided himself to the centre of her arousal. He teased for a bit, sliding his length along her a few times to hear her breath hitch.
Finally, slowly, he pushed in, his eyelids fluttering as he was constricted by the tightness inside of her. It hadnât even been that long since heâd had sex, but after years of having it almost daily, his body had grown accustomed to a certain frequency, and the tight heat felt like home.
As soon as he was fully immersed inside her, he let out a ragged, hoarse groan. Her own thin whine was in harmony with his, the musicality of their pleasure intertwining as their bodies did.
His vision blurred as he started to move, the friction sending sparks up through his skin as she gasped his name underneath him.
âOh, fuck, Emily,â he groaned in return.
He didnât realise what heâd done until she stilled completely under him.
âEmily?â she said quietly.
It was like a bucket of ice water had been thrown over him, every nerve going dead with the shock.
âIâm so sorry,â he whispered, and it felt so inadequate to the scale of his mistake.
She swallowed under him, her throat bobbing. Something was playing out behind her eyes, something not even years of profiling could clue him into. Eventually, she shook her head, the movement minute.
âItâs okay,â she said softly. âI understand. I can be Emily. If thatâs what you need, I can be Emily.â
The words broke his heart. Who was this woman? Who had broken her down to the point she was willing to contort herself to be another woman for a man sheâd never met?
He shook his head. âNo. Youâre not Emily. Youâre you, and thatâs a good thing to be. Donât- you donât- Iâm an asshole. My head is a mess right now, itâs nothing to do with you. Youâre wonderful, youâre beautiful, youâre kind. I want you.
She smiled thinly and brought her hand up to rest against his face. âItâs okay, baby. Itâs one night. Iâm whoever you want me to be, okay? Whatever you need. Let me take care of you.â
He groaned slightly, a war in his torso as her words cast a sick sort of spell on him. The person he wanted to be fought the battle, screamed at him that she obviously had her own demons, that heâd be taking advantage of what must be a self-esteem issue, to be allowing him - asking him - to pretend she was another woman. âItâs not right,â he mumbled.
âDoes that really matter?â she whispered. âNo oneâs watching. Iâm saying itâs okay.â
âWhy?â he said desperately. âWhy would that be okay?â
âWeâre using each other, thatâs all this is, right? I donât know your life or your last name or your job or your friends, youâre whoever I want you to be tonight. I can be whoever you need me to be. Itâs only fair.â
Her words made a strange sort of sense, or maybe he was choosing to believe that to stymie the guilt bubbling behind his ribs. He was using her, plain and simple, no matter whose name he was saying. If she didnât care, why should he?
Because youâre better than that, the Emily in his head murmured disapprovingly. But who was she to talk when sheâd left him all alone, when sheâd lied to all of them to follow a terrorist without thinking of the wound sheâd be leaving behind. So he nodded. âOkay. Okay. Are you⊠Do you want me to keep going?â
âYes. Please,â she said, eyes big and pleading, and he gave only another cursory thought to wondering if she was okay before starting to move again. She wasnât Emily, there wasnât really a way to pretend that she was, unless he closed her eyes and that seemed too sick even for him. But the feeling of it all was still so achingly familiar - the heat, the tightness, the slick sounds of bodies connecting and the shaking gasps of pleasure.
He couldnât pretend she was Emily, but he could pretend he loved her and she loved him. And with the way she looked at him, her jaw slack in ecstasy and her pupils blown with lust, it wasnât hard. She looked beautiful, genuinely divine in the throes of her desire, in that way people only do at their most unrestrained. He leaned forwards and kissed her, drinking in the sounds she made against his lips and revelling in her hand gripping his shoulder like he was a lifeline, the thread connecting her to reality.
âBaby, oh, baby, Iâm close, please, just like that, fuck,â the words were mumbled against his lips, garbled among gasps and soft whines, and it took a moment to decipher what she was saying. But once heâd decoded it, he glowed in his pride.
âCome for me whenever you want to, sweetheart,â he groaned, âLet me make you feel good.â
His tone was tender, fragile, delicate, the words of lovers and not strangers, and maybe that was the fantasy he was fulfilling with her. One where he loved freely and received it in return like he never could with Emily and her shroud of secrets. Heâd pretended with her, and he was pretending again now, playing the role like he was born for it.
And when, maybe seconds or years later, her noises climbed in pitch and she tightened around him, he pushed her hair out of her face gently and fucked her like he knew her beyond the feeling of her body and the sounds of her bliss.
Her nails dug into him, and she called him, âbaby,â again in that sweet, overwhelmed voice, and it was that which pushed him over the edge to his own undoing, his rhythm faltering and stuttering as he twitched inside of her.
This, the release, the moment where the world stopped and all he could feel was beautiful, perfect pleasure, was why he'd gone out tonight. A simulacrum of hydromorphone all released in one, lovely moment. One addiction swapped for another, oblivions traded. Her hand ghosted back over his cheekbone as he slowed and stopped, his head leaning into her palm as he stilled.
âThank you,â she said softly.
âYou donât have to thank me,â he laughed, breathlessly, smoothing out her hair before pulling out of her with a wince.
She sat up and watched as he tied off the condom. âI know, but I want to. I needed this. Let me take that, Iâll bin it in the bathroom.â
He smiled weakly and handed it to her, watching as she walked into the little ensuite next to the room. She shut the door behind her, and he sat awkwardly for a moment, his nakedness suddenly visceral in the solitude of another personâs bedroom. He stood and found his underwear, discarded next to the bed, shimmying into them as he waited for her to be done. He never knew what to do in this part, never knew the etiquette of the afterglow. Eventually, he heard the toilet flushing and the sound of the tap running, and she emerged from the bathroom clad in a short white satin robe, tied loosely at the waist.
âIâm going to have a cigarette,â she said with a little smile. âCare to join me?â
âYeah. Yeah, sure,â he said, his voice hoarse, and followed her outside to the balcony. It was nice, a wrought iron railing shielding them from falling into the city skyline, two chairs nestled around a small round glass table. On it lay a crystalline ashtray, stained with dead embers, and a small pack of Marlboro Golds.
She sat on the far chair, motioning for him to sit too, and picked up the pack, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up. She took a long drag and let her head fall back as she exhaled the smoke.
âI know itâs a bad habit,â she said quietly. âBut I canât bring myself to quit.â
He tilted his head as he watched her take another drag. âI used to tell my mother every cigarette she smoked was 6 less minutes sheâd get to spend with me.â
âThe way I live my life, Iâm not expecting that to be an issue,â she shrugged.
âHow do you live your life to expect to die young?â
She gestured at him. âBringing strange men I meet while alone at a bar to my apartment, for one,â she deadpanned, and he couldnât help his exhale of a laugh.
âMm, touche, I suppose,â he sighed. âWhat makes you like it?â
She raised her eyebrows. âThe cigarettes or the strange men?â
âBoth, I guess.â
âItâs the same reason for both. Makes me feel like I have some control over things. Forces me to⊠confront my mortality, to get comfortable with the idea of death. It canât scare me if Iâm inviting it.â
He frowned. âYouâre suicidal?â
A long pause where she seemed to be thinking, her eyes fixed on the twinkling lights of the city around them. âNo. Iâm not. But Iâve spent a lot of time living in fear of things that are inevitable, and Iâm tired of that.â
He couldnât help himself from wanting to pry. It was like that, sometimes, in the afterglow of sex. After the intimacy, the bedroom could become a confessional. âWhat inevitabilities are you scared of?â
She sighed and took another drag of the cigarette. âI married my high school sweetheart a year after we graduated. Our relationship was⊠fine. Good. He was the only man Iâd ever been with, the only one I knew how to be with. Even when I knew he was having an affair, I couldnât bring myself to let go of him. He was an asshole, sometimes, and a cheat, but sometimes he was so wonderful. He worked and supported us the whole time I was in college, heâd plan these extravagant dates and trips for us, always remembered birthdays and anniversaries. And Iâd been with him since I was so young, I didnât even know who I was if I wasnât his wife. Even when I knew he didnât love me anymore and I barely loved him, I stuck around. In the end, he left me. He got the other woman pregnant and owned up to everything I already knew. I didnât even have the guts to tell him that none of it was news, because I felt so pathetic for tolerating it. That night, I quit my job, threw a dart at a map and moved here. Just like that. I didnât want to be scared anymore. I wanted to just⊠live.â
He was quiet for a long time. âIâm sorry,â he said eventually, and it was a pale pleasantry against the scale of her admission.
âItâs okay,â she murmured. âNot like itâs your fault. Just illustrating the point. I knew the relationship was over years before it actually was. But I was so scared of the unknown I refused to admit it. Iâm not going to do that anymore.â
âThatâs a good philosophy,â he said softly.
She smiled at him, the look stained with melancholy. âYeah, I like to think so.â
The silence dragged, unobtrusive and comfortable as she ashed her cigarette and lit up a second. âWhoâs Emily?â she asked eventually, and he startled.
He watched her hands as she let the cigarette dangle between her fingers. âItâs a long story.â
âI have time,â she pressed. âStory for a story.â
âI have a⊠stressful job. One where I have to travel a lot. And I had a coworker, Emily. We started sleeping together as a way to let off steam on tough days. I fell in love with her. I think she loved me too. We never said it. Sheâs a⊠flight risk, I guess, runs away at the first sign of anything emotionally scary, and any time things between us got too real, sheâd freeze me out. I learned to keep my feelings to myself. But I was in love with her. Thereâs nothing I wouldnât have done to keep her near me.â
âThatâs hard,â his perfect stranger murmured. âWhere is she now?"
âSheâs dead,â he said flatly, as if keeping the emotions from his voice would stop it from hurting him. âShe was murdered.â
âOh,â she said softly. âFuck, thatâs- Iâm sorry. Thatâs horrible.â
He shook his head, the ugly bitterness in his chest building up and spilling from his mouth. âShe knew. She knew he was coming after her, she knew what he was capable of, and she never told me. I could have done something, and she took that chance away from me. And Iâm so angry at her, but I canât be angry at her because sheâs gone. What use is it being furious with a ghost?â
âItâs normal to have mixed feelings when a loved one dies, baby,â she says softly. âIn a way, she left you, even if she didnât want to. Itâs hard. Itâs a breakup with no room for self-reflection and no way to change things. The loss of your future and the shadow over the past. Thereâs a lot of different stuff going on in your head right now. Thereâs no wrong way to feel about it all.â
He knew that, was intellectually versed on the complications and machinations of grief. Heâd seen all kinds of people in the throes of their losses - mothers whoâd lost children when their last words had been in anger, husbands whose wives had stormed out and never made it home to talk it out, children whoâd snuck out and returned to find their parents dead. He was acquainted with the intricate weaving of love and guilt and grief, had read every study on managing loss, had sat in the room with countless people in the seconds after learning their loved one had been taken from them.
And yet, there still lingered a revolting feeling of wrongness in his grief. For all that he knew the way he was behaving and feeling and coping was normal - all of it, the sex, the cravings, the depression, the bitter, cruel anger - he couldn't help but sink into the belief he was wrong for all of it.
But the look on her face, wide eyed and earnest, her brows slightly furrowed as she watched him intensely, made him believe her. This was a woman acquainted with loss, he could tell. He didn't have to pry to know that. She understood him in a way the journal articles didn't quite seem to.
Maybe, for all his overreliance on academia to navigate the world, he needed people like everyone else did. Emily had taught him that loving was worth the agony of losing.
He was quiet for a while, thinking through her words.
âWhy were you willing to pretend to be her?â he asked.
She pursed her lips. âI liked what we were doing. I didnât want you to stop. And you seemed like you needed it.â
âThat's it? I mean, I called you the wrong name, I would assume that would be a dealbreaker for anyone.â
âI'm not under any illusions about what this was. It was a beautiful thing, but nothing to do with who I am or who you are and what we deserve. Just⊠people fucking for the sake of it, like theyâve done through all of human history. I wanted it to be good for you, just like I could tell you wanted it to be good for me. It makes it feel better if you're both getting what you want. And I've been a lot of people for a lot of people. It doesn't bother me.â
It still didn't seem quite right to him, but he nodded anyway. He just watched her for a moment, watched the movement of her irises as she looked at the shimmering skyline of the city, the careless elegance of her cigarette drags, the way her robe split over where she crossed her legs to reveal the soft skin of her thighs. She seemed solid in a way he deeply envied, a steady contrast to his own flickering identity.
âThank you,â he said softly before he even thought the words. âTonight could have been a bad night. But it wasn't. This has been the easiest night since-â he swallowed, stopping the thought there. âI feel⊠lighter.â
She made a quiet humming noise in response. âI feel the same. You're a nice person to be around, baby.â
He flushed a little at the endearment, a little token of affection she seemed so at ease sharing. She was a forthcoming person, he was noticing - quick to give. Her thoughts, her kindness, her love. It was an interesting counterweight against a scarcity in her home that spoke to solitude and distance. In just the short time he'd known her, she had shown her share of little contradictions. Clearly self-assured, but willing to pretend to be another woman to please a stranger. Clearly loving, but isolated and lonely.
Before he could stop himself, he said, âI'd like to get to know you better.â
The statement was innocent - he truly meant exactly what he said. She was, in many ways, fascinating to him, and solving her was a welcome distraction from trying to solve his own issues. He liked being around her. But her eyes widened and then crinkled sadly.
âI'm not- you're sweet, baby, and you're handsome, too. Your Emily was lucky to have you. But I'm not ready to be anyone's love anytime soon. And I donât think you're ready for that either.â
He shook his head. âOh! No, I didnât mean- no, I'm not ready for anything like that, I'm- I just meant⊠I donât have many friends, or at least friends who didn't know her. And you said at the bar you were lonely too, and I just thought- I'd like to be your friend. If that's okay with you.â
She looked at him for a while, as if trying to find a double meaning behind his irises. Then, wonderfully, she nodded, her lips quirking up at the edges. âI'd like that, baby. Letâs be friends.â
He felt a strange sense of gratefulness bubble in his chest. This could be something good, even if it came from something bad. He held out a hand to shake. âFriends.â
She shook it with a little laugh. âFriends.â
Trying his luck, he added, âAnd if friends involves doing,â he gestured back towards the bedroom, âthat, I wouldn't complain.â
She raised her eyebrows and ashed her cigarette. âGive me a second to brush my teeth and we can demo it, try out our new friendship arrangement?â
He nodded quickly. âYes. Please. In the name of trial and error, I think we should definitely do that.â
She stood and leaned over to kiss him gently on the forehead. âWait for me in the bedroom, baby. We've got some friendship to do.â
He watched her go inside. her robe swaying softly with her movements. Emily was quiet in his head, but the silence didn't feel reproachful. He allowed the grief to take hold of him for a second.
And then he followed the perfect stranger inside.
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Kinktober Day 12
Handjob
Oberyn Martell x prostitute!f!Reader
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Summary: Oberyn is busy discussing important matters for the kingdom but he can't resist taking care of you as you sit thirsty on his lap. Warnings: +18, MDNI, fingering in front of witnesses, pussy slapping, praising, dom!Oberyn Wordcount: 0,7k An: We're moving on bitches because my writer's block has been going down for now (please, I want to finish this fucking Kinktober by the end of the year. I swear I'll never get into this again). My birthday and the Sleep Token concert are comin up so I'm super happy and everythin in my life is slowly starting to fall into place so that means I'll be able to get back to writing and enjoy it <3
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You looked at the papers lying on the table. You didn't even try to read them, you just had to focus on something to keep yourself from going crazy.
Sitting on the prince's lap, all you could do was feel.
And now you felt him way too well.
âOh gods,â you whispered, arching against his chest.
You glanced down to see his fingers slowly rubbing circles over your clit and didn't even dare to say anything, even though you could feel yourself leaking onto his robes.
You bit your lip to control a moan and pushed your hips a little into his hand.
His fingers disappeared immediately and a moment later you felt a slap straight to your pussy. You squealed quietly at the piercing pain and felt heat on your cheeks from embarrassment and excitement.
âStay still,â he growled, glancing at you before returning to his conversation with the men next to him.
You didn't know what they were talking about but only because you weren't even listening to them. All you could focus on was how his fingers were slowly guiding you towards fulfillment.
You snuggled closer to him and spread your legs more as he gave you the attention you craved.
His fingers returned to slowly massaging your already swollen clit. As always, he did it perfectly. Each movement sent waves of pleasure through your hips, reaching places you had no idea about.
With a grimace of pleasure, you watched as his hand covered your pussy and after a moment, his two fingers sank into your soaked slit. You whimpered as you felt him slowly begin to fuck you.
With each passing second, you were getting closer to heaven, but his movements were too slow to end your torment.
You arched your back, dropping your head onto his shoulder as you drowned in the excessive pleasure that seemed to have no end. Your quiet moans, however, were not ignored and after a moment, you could feel a gentle kiss on your neck before you were once again left at the mercy of his fingers.
There was no shame in you even though several men were watching you, for you only he mattered, the only one who didn't give you as much attention as you needed, as you desired.
You tightened your hand on his thigh, silently begging him to let you end the fight with your own body, which was slowly starting to disobey you. You felt your pussy burn and with it the rest of your body, waves of pleasure passing through it as if you had already come even though you were far from it.
Despite this, you remained silent, knowing that you shouldn't speak. Your only permission was to sit on the prince's lap and humbly accept his caresses. And that's exactly what you did, except that with each subsequent entry of his fingers into your pussy, you were getting worse at controlling your moans.
It didn't escape his attention because after a moment, his touch was once again focused on your clit.
You whimpered when he slowly started massaging your sensitive spot again and you didn't try to fight the burning feeling of an approaching orgasm.
âMy prince...â you whispered, barely catching your breath and tensed up, not wanting to break the feeling that was getting closer to your core.
You froze, counting the seconds until waves of pleasure spread through your body, pulsating through your body, bringing you the desired relief.
You moaned loudly, and everyone in the room fell silent, focusing their attention on you.
You panted heavily, trembling on his lap as his fingers gradually slowed their movements, allowing you to descend from the peak to the world of the living.
You smiled blissfully as you felt Oberyn run his nose down your neck to your ear where he placed a gentle kiss.
âVery good,â he praised you while running his fingers over your slit to collecting your juices before plunging them into your mouth. You sucked them in with a purr, licking them clean and only then did the prince's attention return to the matters he had discussed earlier.
But this time he had a satisfied slut on his lap.
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the setback â rafe cameron; part seventeen
summary: it's been two years since your departure from the outer banks and rafe cameron has seemingly convinced himself that he can go on with his life as if you never happened, except now more than ever his addiction is at an all time high. whether he was snorting lines of cocaine at wild parties or drowning himself in alcohol to numb the pain, rafe couldn't escape the memories of you. despite his efforts to bury his feelings, your absence lingered like a shadow, haunting him at every turn. meanwhile, you've been navigating life outside the outer banks, trying to carve out a new path for yourself. but no matter how far you've traveled, the memories of rafe cameron still linger in your heart, leaving you with a sense of unfinished business. as you find yourself facing new challenges and opportunities, you can't help but wonder if fate will eventually bring you back to the place where it all began.
warnings: angst, swearing, fluff
author's note: this series has been a long time coming and i am so happy it has taken off the way it has. i appreciate all the love and support you all have given this story, but we have reached the end. i do not want to overkill this story or beat a dead horse, because the longer it goes on it leaves room for more to happen than i planned for. i plan on pursuing other stories from here but this one will always have my heart because it was my first ever on tumblr. <3
Sofiaâs admission hit Rafe like ice water on a fevered brow, jolting him out of his haze with a suddenness that nearly knocked the air from his lungs. The dim, pulsing lights of the club blurred as he shoved through the writhing crowd, his mind teetering on the edge of panic. Every step felt like wading through quicksand, the noise of laughing strangers and the thrum of bass only deepening his disorientation. His chest tightened, his breaths coming short and rapid as the realization of your danger tunneled his vision, choking his throat with an unfamiliar dread.
By the time Rafe burst through the doors and into the humid night air, he was gasping. His hands gripped his knees, his body doubled over as he fought for control, the sharp sting of fear pumping through his veins like a poison. The streetlights cast jagged shadows across the cracked pavement beneath him, their orange glow flickering with every unsteady breath he drew. His heart hammered against his ribs as if it were trying to tear free, every pulse of it screaming a warning that reverberated through his entire being.
His thoughts came in fragmented bursts, spiralingâsheâs in dangerâa relentless echo. He pictured you, vulnerable, caught in some trap his father had set. His mind spun with worst-case scenarios, each more terrifying than the last, while the terror of losing you drove him to the brink of collapse. A wave of nausea hit him, but he forced it back, squeezing his eyes shut and swallowing down the panic threatening to unravel him.
He couldnât lose you. Not now. Not like this.
Standing upright, Rafe ran a shaky hand through his disheveled hair, the night air doing nothing to cool the heat surging beneath his skin. The world outside the club seemed to spin in slow motion, people passing by oblivious to the storm raging within him. He clenched his fists, forcing himself to focus, adrenaline igniting something feral and primal in his chest. He knew only one thing: he had to find you, and there wasnât a second to waste.
Rafeâs eyes darted wildly around the street as he paced, his mind racing with chaotic thoughts that he struggled to piece together. His fingers raked through his dirty blond hair, pulling at the strands in frustration, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribcage. Every muscle in his body was tight with anxiety, and he could feel his pulse throbbing in his temples. He had to calm downâhe knew that. But the fear gnawed at him, relentless, pulling him deeper into a spiral.
Get it together. Focus. He whispered to himself, his voice barely audible over the rush of his own breathing. The thought of you being in danger sent another wave of panic through him, but he forced himself to push it down. Now wasnât the time to fall apart. He couldnât afford to. Not with you on the line.
The idea of getting in his truck crossed his mind, but the very notion of driving in the state he was in felt like a death sentence. His body still buzzed with the remnants of coke and alcohol, the drugs pulsing through his bloodstream, clouding his judgment. If he got behind the wheel now, it would be reckless, maybe even fatal. And then there was Topperâno help at all, slumped somewhere back in the club, likely even more wasted than Rafe was. No, he was on his own. Or at least he thought he was.
Then it hit him like a bolt of clarity: Barry.
He grimaced at the thought, but desperation left him with no other choice. Barry was the last person he wanted to rely on, the kind of person you only called when things were far past the point of no return. But thatâs exactly where he was nowâpast the point of no return. If anyone had the connections, the means to track down his father or whatever shady plot Ward had concocted, it would be Barry.
Rafeâs phone trembled in his hand as he pulled it out of his pocket, the screen blurry as he scrolled through his contacts. His fingers hesitated above Barryâs name, but he took a breath and tapped the call button. The dial tone seemed to stretch on forever, each ring tightening the knot of anxiety in his stomach.
Finally, a gravelly voice answered on the other end. âRafe? The hell you callinâ me for at this hour?â
Rafe swallowed hard, his voice strained as he spoke. âI need your help, Barry. Itâs⊠itâs about my dad. And itâs about her.â
There was a pause on the line, a low chuckle from Barry that sent a chill down Rafeâs spine. âThis better be worth my time, Cameron. You know how I work.â
âI know,â Rafe gritted his teeth, feeling the weight of the situation settle even heavier on his shoulders. âJust meet me at the docks. Iâll explain everything.â
With that, he hung up, his jaw clenched as he stuffed the phone back into his pocket. His hands were shaking again, but this time it wasnât just from fearâit was anger. Anger at his father, anger at Sofia, anger at the world for putting you in this mess.
Rafeâs feet pounded against the pavement, the night air sharp against his flushed skin. His vision tunneled once again, the world around him reduced to nothing but a blur of shadows and streetlights. His breath came in ragged gasps, the sting of adrenaline burning in his lungs, but he couldnât stop. He wouldnât. His legs carried him forward with reckless speed, driven by the sheer force of desperation.
The dock wasnât far, but it felt like miles as he sprinted down the road, heart hammering in his chest. Maybe it was the cocktail of substances still coursing through his veins, or maybe it was the raw fear gnawing at him, but he ran like his life depended on it.
No, not his lifeâyours.
Every thought, every heartbeat, was consumed by the image of you in danger, your face flashing before his eyes as he pushed himself harder. The world around him felt surreal, distorted, like a fever dream where time slowed and sped up at random. The night sky seemed to tilt above him, the ground swaying beneath his feet, but he didnât care. He couldnât.
The familiar smell of saltwater hit his nose as he neared the dock, the wooden structure looming ahead, dimly lit by a few flickering lamps. His steps faltered for just a second as he spotted a figure leaning against one of the posts, the outline unmistakable even from a distance. Barry.
Rafe forced himself to slow down, his heart still racing as he approached. He could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on him like a vice, but there was no turning back now. He needed answers. He needed you safe.
Barry lifted his head as Rafe came into view, his smirk visible even in the low light. âYou look like shit, Cameron.â
Rafe's words came out in a frantic rush, barely coherent as his panic clawed its way to the surface. His breath was uneven, and his eyes, wild with desperation, darted toward Barry with an intensity that made it clear how urgent this was. âWe have to find Y/N. I need you to help me find her, please, Iââ
Barry narrowed his eyes, exhaling another lazy stream of smoke, clearly enjoying watching Rafe unravel. "Whoa, slow down," he said, his voice thick with amusement, like he was savoring Rafe's desperation. "You're all worked up for what? A girl? I thought you'd grown a spine by now."
Rafe took a step closer, fists clenched at his sides, his voice strained as he tried to steady himself. âThis isnât a joke, Barry. My dadâs involved. Sofiaâs involved. Theyâre coming after her, and I canâtââ his voice broke for a moment, "I canât let them hurt her."
Barry tilted his head, flicking the cigarette butt onto the ground and grinding it under his heel. âWardâs always got his hands in some deep shit, doesnât he?â His smirk widened, but his eyes sharpened with interest. âSo, youâre saying thereâs trouble. Sounds like a dangerous game, Rafe. How do I know your daddy won't turn around and fuck me over next?"
Rafeâs jaw tightened as Barryâs smirk deepened, the question lingering like a taunt. He knew Barry wasnât the type to jump into anything without weighing the risksâespecially when it involved the Camerons. Taking a shaky breath, Rafe tried to steady himself, to present some semblance of control. "Because Iâll make sure it doesnât. This is on me, not you. I just need your help."
Barry let out a low chuckle, amused by Rafe's desperation. "Oh, so now you're the hero? What makes you think you can keep me out of the crossfire when your whole familyâs knee-deep in it?"
Rafe ran a trembling hand through his dirty blond hair, feeling the weight of the substances in his system pulling him down. "You won't be on the radar. My dad wonât even know you're involved. This is between me and him. Sofiaâs already in, so youâve got leverage."
Barryâs expression shifted, the smirk fading as he considered the offer. His fingers drummed against his side, eyes studying Rafe. âLeverage, huh? Sounds like youâre neck-deep in something nasty. And if it backfires...â
âIt wonât,â Rafe interrupted, his voice sharp and pleading all at once. "Iâll make sure it doesnât."
Barry stared him down for a long moment, weighing his options. Finally, he flicked a glance at Rafe, sizing him up. âAlright,â he said, his voice slow, calculating. âBut if this does turn sideways, Iâll bury you before Ward even gets a chance. You hear me?â
Rafe nodded quickly, the words slicing through his panic. "Yeah, I hear you. Just help me find her."
"Well alright," Barry sighed almost in defeat, his shoulders slumping as he turned his heel, motioning Rafe to follow, "let's get goin'."
Rafe let out a breath he didnât realize heâd been holding, his pulse still racing but with a flicker of hope now threaded through the fear. He quickly followed Barry to the beat-up truck, the gravel crunching under their feet. The night air felt heavy, thick with the tension of what they were about to do.
Barry opened the driverâs side door, glancing back at Rafe with a half-smirk. âGet in. And try not to puke in my truck, yeah?â
Rafe ignored the jab, climbing into the passenger seat as Barry started the engine. The old truck roared to life, and they took off down the road, the headlights slicing through the dark.
As they sped away from the dock, the inside of the truck was filled with the low hum of the engine and the rattling of loose parts. Rafe stared out the window, his mind spinning with thoughts of you. Every second that passed felt like an eternity, the knot in his stomach tightening with every mile. He couldnât stop imagining what his father might do, or what Sofiaâs resentment might lead to.
Barry, sensing Rafeâs silence, glanced over, his eyes flicking between the road and his passenger. âSo, what exactly does your daddy have planned this time?â he asked, voice casual, but there was a sharpness behind it.
Rafe didnât answer right away, his jaw clenching as he replayed the chaotic events of the past few days. Wardâs betrayal, Sofiaâs confession, the looming threat that seemed to press down on him like a weight he couldnât shake.
âI donât know all the details,â Rafe finally muttered, his voice tight with frustration. âBut itâs bad. Real bad.â
Barry raised an eyebrow, his hands steady on the wheel as they sped down the dimly lit road. âDefine âbad,â Rafe. Youâre talkinâ like your old manâs about to blow up the island or somethinâ.â
Rafe shook his head, running his hand through his disheveled hair. âHe put a hit out on her. On y/n.â His voice cracked slightly, as if saying it out loud made the threat even more real. âHe thinks sheâs tied up with John B and the Pogues, thinks sheâs some kind of liability. But sheâs not, Barry. Sheâs innocent.â
Barry let out a low whistle, shaking his head slowly. âWard Cameron never could tell the difference between business and personal, could he?â
The truck hit a bump in the road, but neither of them flinched. The silence stretched, the gravity of the situation settling between them like a storm cloud.
âSo, youâre up against Ward now,â Barry said, glancing sideways at Rafe again. âMan, youâve got balls. Most people wouldâve run for the hills by now.â
âIâm not running,â Rafe snapped, his anger flaring up again. âIâm not letting him ruin her life like heâs ruined mine.â
Barry grinned, the corners of his mouth tugging up in that familiar, crooked way. âAlright, man. Iâm in. But just know, whatever comes nextâitâs gonna get ugly.â
Barry's truck roared down the deserted streets, the engine's growl a constant, urgent reminder of the time slipping away. Rafe sat in the passenger seat, his fingers gripping the edge of his seat, knuckles white and strained. The road stretched out before them like an unending ribbon of asphalt, the dim streetlights casting long, flickering shadows that seemed to dance with his growing panic.
Every minute felt like an eternity as they drove through familiar yet alien landscapes. They passed by the docks, the bars, and the places youâd once frequented. Rafe's eyes darted around, desperately scanning for any sign of you, but the night remained stubbornly indifferent. The neon signs of local bars blurred into a chaotic smear of color, each one a reminder of how many places he had searched and how many hours had slipped by.
âDamn it!â Rafe yelled, his voice cracking with frustration. He punched the dashboard with a force that made the truckâs interior shudder but didnât quite break anything. His breath came in short, ragged bursts as he tried to keep himself calm, but the fear that something terrible might happen to you was relentless.
Barry's eyes flickered over to Rafe, a mix of concern and impatience etched on his face. He gripped the steering wheel tighter, the knuckles on his hands turning a stark white. âLook, weâve been driving around for half an hour, hitting all your usual spots. Thereâs no sign of her,â Barry said, his voice steady but edged with frustration. He glanced at Rafe, who was staring out the window with a look of desolation.
Barryâs gaze shifted back to the road, then to Rafe. âAlright, look, why donât we just show up at John Bâs and ask âem where sheâs at? I mean, it wonât hurt to check. We might find something there.â
Defeat etched over Rafe's features as he slumped down into the passenger's seat, momentarily peering over at Barry as if he was contemplating his suggestion. Everywhere else seemed to be a bust, therefor it was the only option left for him to go. "Alright," he sighed, throwing his hands up, "let's go."
Barry's eyes softened with a hint of empathy as he observed Rafe's expression. The stark contrast between Rafe's usually confident demeanor and the current look of defeat was jarring. Without a word, Barry turned the truck around, the vehicle's headlights slicing through the night, leading them back toward familiar terrain.
The road felt endless under the truckâs tires, each mile stretching out with agonizing slowness. The lights of bars and shops, once vibrant and promising, now seemed to mock Rafeâs anxiety with their indifferent glow. He sat in the passenger seat, his gaze fixed on the window, eyes following the blur of passing streetlights and shadows.
As they approached the chateau, Rafeâs mind raced. The enormity of the situation pressed down on him, the fear for your safety overwhelming every other thought. Barry parked the truck outside John Bâs place, the vehicleâs engine rumbling to a stop. The street was quiet, the only sounds being the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze and the distant hum of a late-night radio.
Rafe glanced over at Barry, his face drawn and weary. âThanks for doing this,â he said, his voice heavy with gratitude and exhaustion. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself before they approached the front door.
Barry nodded, giving Rafe a reassuring pat on the shoulder before stepping out of the truck. They walked up the path to the house, the porch light casting long shadows that danced with their footsteps. The door loomed ahead, a barrier to answers and perhaps, hope.
Rafe hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and knocked. The sound of the knuckles hitting the wood was sharp and clear, breaking the silence of the night. The minutes felt like hours as they waited, the anticipation almost unbearable. Rafe shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his mind replaying every possible scenario.
Finally, the door creaked open, revealing a groggy John B with disheveled hair and a puzzled expression. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of Rafe and Barry standing on the doorstep.
âRafe?â John Bâs voice was a mix of confusion and concern. "What are you doing here?"
Rafeâs voice trembled with urgency as he stepped into John Bâs living room, his eyes scanning the space frantically. His gaze darted around, searching for any sign of you. âI need to find y/n. Is she here?â he asked, his voice laced with desperation and a tinge of fear.
John Bâs expression shifted from surprise to a mixture of concern and secrecy. âNo, sheâs not here.â He swallowed thickly, his gaze darting away briefly as if grappling with something unspoken. His demeanor was tense, a stark contrast to his usual easygoing nature.
Rafeâs pulse quickened. âWhat do you mean? Where is she? John B, I need to know.â
John B hesitated, his face a mask of conflicted emotions. âLook, Rafe, thereâs more to this than you realize. Weâre trying to protect her. Wardâs threatsâ theyâre serious. If we donât keep her hidden, things could get worse.â
Rafeâs eyes widened, panic and anger mixing in his gaze. âWhat the hell are you talking about? Youâre hiding her? Why wouldnât you tell me? Sheâs in danger, and I need to find her!â
John Bâs face hardened with resolve. âWeâre hiding her because itâs the safest place for her right now. Wardâs dangerous, and if he gets a whiff of where she is, it could end badly. I know youâre desperate, but honestly, youâre the last person who should see her right now. Youâre the reason she and all of us are in this.â
Rafeâs eyes widened, his heart pounding in his chest. âDonât you dare say I did this to her.â His voice cracked with a mixture of outrage and anguish.
John Bâs expression softened for a moment, but his resolve remained firm. âHeâs your dad, Rafe.â
The words hung heavily in the air, cutting through the tension like a knife. Rafeâs face contorted with a mix of pain and frustration. âWhat does that have to do with anything? You think Iâm just going to sit back and let him hurt her? I donât care who he isâheâs not going to touch her.â
John Bâs gaze was steady, though there was an undercurrent of sorrow. âItâs not about who he is. Itâs about what heâs capable of. Heâs dangerous, and youâre right in the middle of it. That makes it harder for us to protect her if youâre involved.â
Rafeâs fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles white. âSo, what am I supposed to do? Just sit around and wait? I canât do that. I need to find her.â
John B stepped closer, his tone firm yet sympathetic. âI get that you want to help, but right now, the best thing you can do is stay away. Weâve got a plan to keep her safe, and bringing you into it could complicate things further. You need to focus on dealing with Ward.â
Rafe wasn't simply going to let it go, not when it involved your wellbeing. His frustration began bubbling higher and higher, his anticipation eating away at him as time passed. John B's refusal to give up your whereabouts only complicated things for Rafe further, leaving him to feel like he was backed into a corner waiting for a war to erupt. He knew John B was not one to back down when he stood his ground, but neither was Rafe.
"Look John B, I know we have never gotten along and probably never will, but for just this instance can you please just put that aside and at least give me a clue to where she could be? I've looked at every corner of the Cut and you guys are my only chance to figure out where she is."
John B's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing as he considered Rafeâs plea. "You think Iâm just going to give her up? After everything?" His voice was sharp, defensive.
Rafe stepped closer, his frustration boiling over. "Iâm not asking you to trust me, or even forgive me. I just need to know that sheâs safe. Wardâs not going to stop, John B. And if I canât find her, he will."
John B's hardened expression faltered for a moment. He could see the desperation in Rafe's eyesâthe desperation of someone who was genuinely afraid for you. Still, he shook his head, taking a breath as he crossed his arms. "Rafe, I donât trust you. And I donât trust that you won't lead your dad straight to her, even if you donât mean to."
Rafeâs shoulders slumped in defeat, his voice cracking as he spoke. "I would never let him touch her. Iâm trying to protect herâsame as you. I justâ" His voice wavered, barely a whisper. "I can't lose her."
John B hesitated, his brow furrowing as he watched Rafe. There was something different in his voice, something more genuine than heâd expected. He wasnât used to seeing Rafe like thisâvulnerable, pleading. It made him hesitate.
"Sheâs safe," John B finally said, his tone quieter now. "But thatâs all you need to know. You need to back off. The more you push, the more danger you put her in."
Rafeâs frustration flared again, but he swallowed it, knowing that arguing more would get him nowhere. He stared at John B for a moment longer, feeling the helplessness creeping up on him. "Just⊠just tell her Iâm trying to help. Please." His voice broke on the last word.
John B nodded stiffly, his expression unreadable. "Weâll make sure she knows," he said, turning to walk back toward the house. "But you need to leave this alone, Rafe. For her sake."
Rafe swallowed hard, the fear and frustration mixing with a sense of helplessness he hadnât felt in years. "I donât know how to walk away from this," he admitted, his voice barely audible. "I canât just leave her in danger."
John Bâs gaze softened, and he took a step closer, lowering his voice. âYou love her, donât you?â
Rafeâs throat tightened, his emotions threatening to overwhelm him. He looked away, staring at the floor as he nodded slowly. âYeah,â he whispered. âI do.â
A silence settled over the room, heavy with unspoken words. Finally, John B placed a hand on Rafeâs shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. âThen trust us,â he said quietly. âTrust me. Weâre on the same side here.â
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Rafe had never been good at handling silence, and the last three weeks had felt like an eternity. Heâd made it through plenty of rough patches before, but this time was different. There was an emptiness he couldnât shakeâa nagging, constant fear gnawing at him from the inside out. The usual distraction tactics werenât working anymore.
He'd spend hours at the golf course with Topper and Kelce, making small talk about future trips and complaining about the latest club drama. But every time he lined up a shot, his mind wandered back to you. He could see you in his peripheral vision, your smile, your laughâalways just out of reach. Even at the Pelican Yacht Club, with its sun-drenched decks and cool sea breeze, he found no comfort. He'd sit there with a drink in hand, zoning out as his friends talked about plans for the next regatta. It felt like they were in another world, one he couldnât access.
Rafe had told himself you were with the Pogues, hiding out, and that they were probably getting into their usual reckless trouble. At least if you were with them, you werenât alone. It shouldâve been enough to reassure him, but it wasnât. No matter how hard he tried to convince himself, he knew that if Ward had any idea where you were, heâd already have made a move. The thought made him nauseous. Ward was gone tooâradio silent. It wasnât like his father to stay off the grid this long, and the eerie stillness around his disappearance made Rafeâs skin crawl.
Every time his phone buzzed, his heart would leap into his throat. He'd drop whatever he was doing, half expecting your name to light up his screen. But it never was. It was always Topper asking about plans for the night, Kelce wanting to hit the links again, or one of the Kook girls trying to make conversation. He was slippingâlosing his grip on his usual cool demeanor. His patience had worn thin, and the smallest annoyances set him off. He could feel his friendsâ stares when they thought he wasnât looking, exchanging concerned glances behind his back.
âWhatâs with you, man?â Topper had asked him last night, standing on the deck of the club, his voice low so the others wouldnât hear. âYouâve been out of it lately.â
Rafe had forced a smile, brushing it off with a shrug. âJust family stuff,â heâd said, offering no further explanation. Topper didnât press, but the worry in his eyes lingered, as if he could see the cracks forming in Rafeâs facade.
In moments of quiet, when the noise of the club died down and the laughter from the other tables faded into background chatter, Rafe felt the crushing weight of his own powerlessness. He didnât know where you were, if you were safe, or if you were thinking about him at all. And the thought of you being hurtâor worse, alone and afraidâmade him want to tear apart the entire island until he found you.
It had never been like this before. Heâd never cared so deeply for someone that their absence felt like a physical wound. And now, with both you and his father missing, Rafe felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, the ground crumbling beneath his feet.
He pulled out his phone again, his fingers hesitating over your contact. He hadnât called you in weeks, not since the last time youâd spokenâthe argument youâd had before you disappeared. He wanted to hear your voice, to know that you were okay, but he was afraid you wouldnât pick up. Afraid you would, and he wouldnât know what to say.
In the end, he just stared at your name on the screen, his thumb hovering over the call button. He hated how weak he felt, how much he needed you. With a frustrated sigh, he shoved his phone back into his pocket and ran a hand through his hair, staring out at the horizon.
Rafe couldnât stand the noise anymore. The laughter, the clinking glasses, the mindless chatterâit all grated on him like nails on a chalkboard. He clenched his jaw, feeling the tension building in his chest, and before he could talk himself out of it, he pushed back his chair and stood up abruptly.
"I'll catch you guys later," he said, his voice flat.
Topper and Kelce exchanged puzzled looks, caught off guard by his sudden departure. "You good, man?" Kelce called after him, but Rafe didnât even bother to turn around. He gave a half-hearted wave over his shoulder as he made his way out of the club, ignoring the murmurs of confusion from the group behind him.
He needed to be alone, away from the forced smiles and meaningless conversations. He needed to escape the pressure building inside him like a storm ready to break. His feet carried him quickly to his truck, his hands already fumbling for his keys as he approached. The second he got inside, he slammed the door shut and let out a long, shaky breath.
For the first time all day, he felt a sliver of relief. The silence of the truck enveloped him, offering a brief respite from the chaos swirling in his mind. He leaned back against the seat, staring at the steering wheel as he tried to gather his thoughts. It was the first quiet moment heâd had in weeks, and he felt like he could finally breathe.
He pressed his palms to his eyes, as if the pressure could somehow force the pain out of his head. The knot in his chest tightened when he thought of youâwhere you were, if you were safe, if you even missed him. He was used to feeling in control, to having answers, but right now, he felt like he was spiraling, clutching at straws to make sense of it all. And then there was Ward's disappearance, which left an eerie silence hanging over his life, amplifying his uncertainty tenfold.
After a few minutes, he exhaled deeply, starting the truck. The engineâs rumble filled the air, grounding him in the moment. He pulled out of the lot and headed back home, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. He needed to get away from it all, to shut the world out until he could figure out how to mend the mess inside him.
As he drove, the familiar scenery of Figure Eight blurred past him, the golden hues of the setting sun casting long shadows on the road. It was a drive heâd made a thousand times, but today it felt different. The wind blowing through the open windows didnât bring its usual comfort; it only reminded him of how empty everything felt without you by his side.
When he pulled into the long driveway of his familyâs estate, the house loomed before him, its white facade glowing in the fading light. It was eerily quiet. He cut the engine and sat there for a moment, staring at the mansion heâd grown up in. It was supposed to feel like home, but right now, it felt like a prisonâa stark reminder of everything that was slipping through his fingers.
He made his way inside, letting the door click shut behind him. The silence of the house was suffocating. Rafe threw his keys on the table and headed up the stairs to his room. He shut the door behind him, leaning against it as he took in the familiar sight of his space. It felt just as empty as everything else.
He sank down onto the edge of his bed, dropping his head into his hands. For once, he didnât try to push the feelings away. He let them wash over himâthe fear, the frustration, the longing. He knew he couldnât hide from it anymore. You were gone, his father was missing, and everything was falling apart.
He squeezed his eyes shut, whispering into the darkness of his room, âWhere are you?â The words were a plea, a question directed at you, even though he knew you couldnât hear him. He just hoped that, wherever you were, you were thinking of him too.
Rafe's chest tightened, and the room seemed to shrink around him as his emotions threatened to boil over. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to hold back the tears, but they welled up regardless, turning his vision blurry. His eyes became red and glossy, the ache in his heart growing unbearable with every passing second. It was like a ghost of you lingered in the room, haunting him with memories he couldnât escapeâyour laugh, the way youâd look at him, the feel of your hand in his. Now, all he felt was emptiness.
He couldnât shake the gnawing feeling that this was his fault. He had made a grave mistake, he was sure of it. If only he had kept a closer watch, if only he had been more careful, maybe you wouldnât be in danger now. The thought of you being out there, vulnerable and alone, tore him apart. He could almost see you, scared and needing him, but no matter how hard he tried to reach out, you slipped further away from his grasp.
âIâm so sorry,â he muttered, his voice cracking as he bit down on the words. The apology felt hollow, echoing back at him in the empty room. He wanted to scream, to punch something, to make the pain stopâbut he was trapped in this limbo of not knowing, of being helpless. And for someone like Rafe, who thrived on control, the helplessness was its own special kind of torture.
His hand tightened around his phone, his knuckles turning white as he gripped it like it was the source of all his pain. In a sudden burst of frustration and grief, he hurled it across the room. It hit the wall with a sharp crack, then fell to the floor, the screen shattering into pieces. For a moment, the silence after the impact felt almost comforting. He stared at the wreckage, chest heaving, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.
But the brief satisfaction faded quickly, replaced by a hollow ache. He started pacing, the walls closing in on him as his thoughts spiraled out of control. His mind raced with all the worst-case scenarios, images of you hurt or scared flashing in his head. He ran his hands through his hair, tugging at it as if the pain could snap him out of this nightmare.
âDammit!â he shouted, his voice breaking with a mixture of anger and desperation. He felt like he was losing it. He needed to do somethingâanythingâbut there was nowhere to go, no one to fight, and no way to find you. He was stuck, and it felt like drowning in quicksand.
Rafe stopped pacing, leaning against the wall as his body sagged under the weight of it all. His fingers dug into the plaster as he tried to ground himself, taking deep, shuddering breaths to calm the storm raging inside. The tears he had been holding back spilled over, streaking down his cheeks. He wasnât used to thisâcrying, feeling this vulnerable. It made him feel weak, and he hated it. But right now, he couldnât help it. He felt broken, shattered like the phone on the ground, and the pieces were too scattered to put back together.
He slid down the wall, sitting on the floor with his head in his hands. He couldnât escape the thought of youâyour smile, the way youâd look at him like he was more than just a Cameron, more than just the troubled son of Ward. He hadnât realized how much he needed you until you were gone. And now, he was left with nothing but the crushing guilt that he had failed to protect you.
Rafeâs breath hitched as he heard the knock echo through the house, slicing through the heavy silence. He froze, wiping his tears quickly and forcing himself to compose. He hadnât spoken to anyone in hours, and he certainly wasnât expecting company. The confusion quickly morphed into paranoia. He clenched his jaw, his eyes darting to the front door. His mind raced, imagining who it could be. His father? Back from wherever heâd disappeared to, ready to follow through on his threats? The thought alone sent a chill down his spine.
He needed to be ready.
Rafeâs gaze shifted to his bedside table, where the knife gleamed under the dim light. He reached for it, gripping it tightly in his hand, finding some comfort in the cold metal pressing into his palm. He moved cautiously, his steps light and silent, like a predator stalking prey. As he descended the stairs, every creak of the old wood sounded like a gunshot in his ears, making his heart hammer against his ribs. He held his breath, trying to keep quiet as he approached the door, his pulse throbbing in his throat.
He reached the bottom of the steps, his eyes locked on the door. It was slightly ajar, as if whoever was outside had hesitated, not yet willing to push their way in. Rafe moved closer, his back pressed against the wall, knife held at the ready. He strained to listen, trying to pick up any hint of who it might be on the other side. He didnât hear muchâjust the faint sound of someone shifting their weight, maybe a shaky breath. His grip on the knife tightened, his knuckles turning white as he mentally prepared himself for an attack.
With a deep, steadying breath, he reached for the doorknob. His fingers trembled as they wrapped around the cool metal, twisting it slowly. He pulled the door open just a crack, peeking through the small sliver to catch a glimpse of whoever was on the other side. He gulped, his throat dry, as he took in the figure standing in the dim porch light.
Rafe's breath hitched as he stared at you, feeling a wave of emotions he couldn't quite place. Relief, disbelief, anger, and something else he couldnât name all swirled together, leaving him speechless for a moment. His hand trembled, the knife still held in a death grip at his side. He couldnât move, couldnât speak. He just stood there, taking you in like he was trying to convince himself you were real and not some figment of his imagination.
"Y/N?" he whispered, voice cracking. It was as if saying your name aloud might break the fragile spell of the moment. Heâd pictured this reunion a thousand timesâwhat heâd say, how heâd reactâbut now that you were actually here, all those plans evaporated. He felt paralyzed, his eyes scanning you up and down, searching for any sign of harm.
But you looked...fine. Unscathed. Healthier than he'd expected. It threw him off completely. Heâd been imagining the worst for weeks, thinking you were in danger, or worseâhurt. Yet here you were, standing on his porch, seemingly calm and collected.
Rafeâs shoulders slumped, his posture collapsing under the weight of all the worry he'd carried. He let out a breath he didnât know heâd been holding, feeling the knife slip from his fingers and clatter to the floor. He didnât even care. He just took a step closer, his eyes fixed on yours, desperate to make sense of what was happening.
âWhat the hell, Y/N?â he croaked out, his voice breaking. âWhere have you been? Whyââ He cut himself off, shaking his head as he raked a hand through his hair. âWhy didnât you tell me you were okay?â
âIâm tired of hiding, Rafe,â you said flatly, your voice carrying a strange calmness in the chaos of his thoughts. âNobody else knows that Iâm here. I left without telling them.â
Rafeâs brow furrowed in confusion, his mind trying to connect the dots. His heart still pounded in his chest, the weight of everything heâd been through over the past few weeks making it hard to focus. âI... I donât get it. I thought you hated me because of all of this. I donât get whyâwhy youâre here.â His voice was shaky, filled with uncertainty as his gaze darted between you and the ground, as if the truth might be hiding in the space between.
"I never hated you," you said, your voice surprisingly steady. You met his gaze head-on, your eyes unflinching, though there was an underlying tension in your shoulders. "I did what I had to do to stay safe."
Rafe's brows furrowed as he processed your words, a painful confusion swirling inside him. "Why didnât you call me? Why did you disappear without telling me where you were?" His voice cracked with the strain of his emotions. Every inch of his body screamed for answers, for the clarity he'd been missing for weeks.
You stood there, taking a deep breath before answering, the calmness in your voice betraying the storm brewing in your chest. "Because I didnât want you to come looking for me. Ward knew you would be wherever I was, and I couldnât risk it."
The words hit Rafe like a punch to the gut, and he felt his world tilt for a second, the weight of your actions now making sense, but only in the way that left him struggling to breathe. He didnât know how to feel. His hands tightened at his sides, fists clenching as the frustration built up inside him.
"Of course I would look for you, Y/N," Rafe finally choked out, his voice rough with emotion. "I had to make sure you were safe, and it was killing me having to just sit here and hope you were protected."
Your gaze softened, the conflict in your eyes clear as you watched him struggle with the words. You could see the hurt, the years of worry in his eyes, and it made your heart ache in return. But there was something else there tooâsomething you couldn't ignore any longer.
"I know, and Iâm sorry." Your voice came out quieter, more fragile, as if it hurt you just as much to say those words. "But I donât want to do this anymore. No more games, no more hiding, no more danger."
Rafeâs breath caught in his throat as he took in your words, his chest tightening. His first instinct was to reach for you, to pull you into his arms and keep you safe, to make up for the weeks of fear and confusion. But there was something else behind your words, a finality that stopped him in his tracks. He stared at you, disbelief and pain mixing together.
"What do you mean, Y/N?" His voice cracked again, and he fought to steady himself. "What do you mean, 'no more hiding'?"
You took a deep breath, stepping forward slightly, your posture firm but vulnerable. "I mean I want to stop running. I want to stop being afraid. Iâve been through enough, Rafe. And I donât want to keep living in the shadows, waiting for the next threat to come."
Rafeâs eyes softened, a mix of guilt and understanding crossing his features. He wanted so badly to fix things, to make everything right, but the weight of what you were asking him to do loomed heavy between you both. The past few weeks, the pain, the fearâit was all more than he knew how to handle. But looking at you, standing there, finally free of the fear that had controlled you, he knew what he had to do.
Rafeâs heart hammered in his chest as he processed your words. His mind raced, but the ache in his chest intensified. "What do you want to do, Y/N?" he asked, the rawness in his voice betraying the vulnerability he couldnât hide.
You didnât hesitate. Your expression was steady, determined. âI want to leave this place,â you said softly, but with the weight of everything behind it. âI want to go somewhere nobody can find us. Somewhere we can live a normal life, without the constant fear. I canât take this anymore, Rafe. I need out.â
His breath caught in his throat as you stepped closer. âI want a new life," you continued, your eyes locked on his. "A life where itâs just us, without all the chaos.â
The words hit Rafe like a storm. For a second, he couldnât find his voice, too overwhelmed by the possibility of a life with you that didnât have to be defined by the fear and danger that had haunted him for so long.
âYou⊠you really mean that?â he choked out, the doubt evident in his voice. âYou want to leave all this behind? For real?â
You nodded. âYes, Rafe. Iâm tired of running, tired of being afraid. I want to build something different. With you.â
Rafeâs chest tightened at the sincerity in your words. He had always known you were strong, but thisâthis was something different. The weight of what you were asking, what you were willing to risk for the two of you, settled in the pit of his stomach. It was overwhelming, but it also felt like the right kind of overwhelming.
âYouâd really leave it all behind? Youâd trust me with that?â His voice cracked on the last word, the depth of his feelings for you surfacing in a way he hadnât expected.
You took another step forward, closing the distance between you. âI trust you, Rafe,â you said, your voice unwavering. âAnd Iâm done with this life. I want more than this. I want a future. With you.â
Rafe stood there for a moment, his mind scrambling to catch up with the magnitude of what you were saying. The idea of a life without his fatherâs control, without the constant tension, without all the chaosâit was almost too much to comprehend. But the one thing that stood out, clearer than anything, was you. You were standing there, offering him everything.
He stepped forward, his hand finding yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles as if trying to ground himself in the reality of what was happening. âThen letâs do it,â he said, his voice fierce with determination. âLetâs leave this place behind, together.â
The words hit you like a breath of fresh air, lifting the heaviness that had been suffocating you. You didnât have to pretend anymore, didnât have to hide behind walls of fear or uncertainty. You could finally see a future, a future with him, far away from the chaos and the danger. Your heart swelled in your chest, and for the first time in what felt like forever, a genuine smile spread across your face.
Rafe noticed it instantlyâhow your eyes softened, how the sadness and strain seemed to melt away. The corners of your lips curled upward, and without thinking, you stepped into him, closing the space between you. His hand tightened around yours, but before he could say anything, your lips found his.
It was sudden, but it was everything. The kiss was deep, urgent, and filled with the unspoken promises you both had carried in silence. Rafe responded instinctively, pulling you closer, his hand sliding to the small of your back as if to hold you in place, as if he could anchor you to him, keep you safe, keep you close.
In one swift motion, Rafe lifted you off the ground, his arms strong around you, as if he could carry all of your burdens with the ease of holding you in his arms. You let out a soft, surprised laugh as he kicked the door shut behind him, still holding you against him, your lips still locked in a kiss that spoke louder than any words could.
Once he gently set you back on your feet, he didnât immediately pull away. Instead, he carefully brushed a lock of hair from your face, his touch lingering on your skin. His eyes softened as he looked at you, a mixture of love, relief, and something deeperâsomething raw that he couldnât hide even if he tried.
âIâm gonna give you the life you deserve,â he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. âI promise, Y/N.â
Your breath hitched in your throat as you looked up at him, feeling the weight of his words settle deep in your chest. You could see the sincerity in his eyes, the conviction in his expression. This was no longer about survival or fearâit was about a future that was finally within reach.
You smiled, your heart full, your gaze unwavering as you met his. âYou already are,â you whispered back, your voice barely above a breath, but it was enough. âJust being here with you... thatâs all I ever wanted.â
Rafeâs expression softened further, a slow smile spreading across his face, and in that moment, you saw the man he could beâstrong, protective, and driven by love rather than chaos.
"I love you, Y/N." The words hung between you like a promise, deep and unwavering. Rafe's breath caught for just a moment, the weight of what he'd just said settling in. He'd said it before, in fleeting moments, but now, in this moment, it felt different. There was no fear of loss, no uncertainty clouding his mind. It was just the raw truth.
"I love you, too, Rafe," you whispered back, your voice steady and sure. This time, you didnât have to doubt it. It wasnât just about the wordsâit was the way you felt in this moment, with him. Your pulse quickened, not from fear, but from the certainty of what was to come.
He pulled you closer, his arms strong around you as if to keep you tethered to him, to the life you were about to build. His lips brushed over your forehead, and then he pulled back just enough to look at you, his gaze unwavering, filled with all the raw emotion youâd both buried for too long.
With a soft smile, Rafe leaned down to kiss you again, this time more tender, slower, as if savoring the moment, cherishing the bond that had been built through all the chaos and uncertainty. This kiss was a promiseâone of protection, of understanding, and above all, of love.
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In Another Universe
#10. The Other Woman
Synopsis â When you are just another iteration of Park Jiminâs girlfriend in a different universe.
Park Jimin Ă Reader
Genre â parallel universe / kind of fantasy/ strangers to ??/ SMUT/ maybe romance/ angst/ fluff /Infidelity
Warnings- Language/SMUT- Making out/ Dirty talks/ Oral (f.recieving) Unportected sex/ Cum play/ Cum eating/ Office sex/ Word 'slut'/ Multiple orgasms (f.recieving)/ They are both assholes/ Hoseok is a little shit/ Angst / INFIDELITY
Word count- 20k
a/n- I was drowning in assignments up untill now. It's all over now. (Yay!!!). So I pulled this off within three days. Hope I've done good job. Thank you all for reading like always. â€ïž
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You really and very innocently had thought that you have finally fallen into a routine in your life. Even though itâs not normal. Thereâs nothing normal about waking up in two different worlds every other day. Still, you believed you now have an order. The part where things were unexpected was over. Then of course, it wasnât. When you woke up in a darn school, you thought, yet again, it was for a one time. You shouldâve known better, though. Since nothing in your life was a one-time thing ever since you woke up next to Park Jimin. No difference this time either.
The very next day after you came clean to the people you know; you woke up in your apartment. Safe and sound. The only hassle was explaining to Key that it somehow didnât work. What a liar you are. Not that you had any options. Other than that, it all went normal. And you werenât in pain either. Simply because you were in your space. Not Liyaâs. It was your world. Then there came the day after that. Waking up inside a school was terrifying but waking up at a bus stop was nightmarish. You nearly had a stroke to see a woman with bright red lips staring at you as if she wanted to make soup out of you. Fortunately, though, you had your phone with you that day. No one has stopped to steal it from you. Then in a moment of panic and wanting to get away from that woman you had called the first person who came to your mind.
Park Jimin. Yes, itâll always be Park Jimin, indeed.
And he came. Like he would. In a minute. Bed hair and puffy face. Had asked you if you were okay. Had made sure you were okay. Safe. Then finally you had that chance to talk. Get things clear. To plan out what youâll do. Only if you havenât wasted it. It went awfully to tell the truth. You two had talked about two things precisely. First, Jimin asked you what Liya had told you the other day. You honestly didnât know if you should tell him. For some reason you decided not to. You answered with a simple, ânothing much, just talkingâ. Jimin had looked you in the eye. He knew you were lying. Second, you asked him how it went for him. He took his time just to say, ânothing, she understoodâ. You had looked him in the eye. You knew he was lying. And then that was all. Nothing less. Nothing more. An entire drive to Jungkookâs apartment in silence.
At the very last moment when you were about to drop off, however, he had stopped you. With a gentle tug in your hand. Had talked to you. Finally!
He wanted you to call him if it happened again. If you woke up in a random place in middle of nowhere. Well, you intended to do so in that moment. Until his phone rang. Caller ID read âBabyâ with a heart. A gentle reminder that you wanted to make things right. You had a plan to leave. Jimin wasnât a part going well along with that plan. He is the very reason youâre still in this world. See now, you might not know what the hell youâre doing, but for fact you know the more youâre with Park Jimin, the more reasons youâll find to stay. Heâs a dangerous man after all. Tempting. Too tempting. It was your time to start doing things right. So, you did. When it happened again. When you woke up under a cherry tree you called Jungkook.
Jimin wasnât happy. No, he wasnât. Not the least. Had blown your phone out with hundreds of calls and texts. Had stormed inside Jungkookâs apartment like he owned the place. His excuse was that you never got back to his calls. Well, in your defense he never really gave you a chance to call back. Not even to send a text. You wanted him to leave the moment he invaded the place. But then there was that genuine worry in his eyes. Care. Affection. Panic. Was slightly shaking. Jimin always affects you in strange ways. So, you were forced to talk. Not much, however. And it wasnât a two-way conversation. It was mostly you talking and him listening. Telling him about why he shouldnât be running all around Seoul, saving your ass when there is a girlfriend waiting for him in his house.
See now, he never told you how it went with the said girlfriend and yes you knew he lied when you asked. But then, after loads of thinking you came to a conclusion. If he wanted you to stay after everything. Even after Liya is here and his request was still valid, he wouldâve already asked you. He wouldâve stayed that day. Like Liya said, nobody wants you here. Jimin has changed his mind.
Besides, you know Liya is a part of his life. And you think that part is inseparable. Five years isnât a short time after all. Maybe Jimin never thought that your wish would work, and his girlfriend would be here. Maybe he is just a jerk who wanted to keep fucking you while Liya lived in a blissful lie. Maybe he is just a mess like you. In the end, you didnât want to make it even messier.
Of course, you didnât tell him that youâre partially scared of getting too attached to him. When you have to leave whether you like it or not. You just reminded him he has a girlfriend. And that you donât plan to become the mistress. He said nothing. Absolutely nothing. How disappointing that was. You expected him to fight. Tell you that you knew what you were getting yourself into. But no. He accepted. Heâs always more annoying when he does that. Gave a look to Jungkook who was lingering in his living room. Giving you space. Youâve no idea what Jimin was searching for. Assurance that you were safe. Maybe not. Then had simply nodded. Made a request. A request for you to text him every day. Single text message. Nothing much, just an âIâm okayâ would be enough. And left. Like that.
Leaving you with a painfully squeezing heart. Maybe you shouldnât have brought that topic up. Shouldâve let him to mess with your life as long as you can. The moment the front door closed it was only one thing that ringed in your mind. He made his decision. Just like you thought, he didnât want you here. It had been a mistake he made. Asking you to stay. He decided itâd be Liya. Well, of course. Thatâs not even a choice. You and Jimin were nobody to each other. Just a fling that passed by. Why were you hurting anyway? Why are you still hurting?
Oh, hell, you are hurting. Missing him. Painfully. Even to this day. Have no idea how long it has been. A week? Two? In the end, that was the last time you saw Park Jimin. And he never replied to your texts.
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âThis shit canât keep happening, Noona. Just think how dangerous it is. What if you wake up in a hideout of some fucking gang, or... or what if you wake up inside a zoo, inside a lionâs cage; what if you wake up with a snake?â Jungkookâs mouth goes adorably wide, along with his eyes. Yet you couldnât help but roll your eyes.
âDonât be fucking dramatic Kookie, those kindââ
âDonât tell me that those kinds of thing only happen in movies because look at you.â He points a finger at you. âI really believed aliens werenât real.â Raises his brows. Slumps back on the chair. Youâre at restaurant Kim. Just finished preparing the place for the day. Now just waiting here for the day to start. You look at Jungkook, pursing your lips. Well, you canât argue with that.
âYeah, but.. I donât, I mean letâs hope something like that wonât happen.â You rub your eyes wearily.
âHope isnât going to keep you safe, and I want you, safe. We need to do something.â His voice is stern.
âLike what Kookie?â A sigh leaves your lips. You and Jungkook have been talking about this every minute you could spare. Like you and Jimin once did. Funny where all that planning and talking left you. Jungkook groans in reply to your question. Simply because he knows thereâs nothing you can do. After everything that happened, you think that thereâs no other way but to wait till answers find you. Exactly the same way how it happened before. Itâs not possible to find a woman who dissaperated in front of your bare eyes. In that case, youâre back at square one. Youâre in dire need of finding a way to live a life until you find answers. âLook, I really donât know what I can do for this right now, but I really do need to figure out a way to manage my life.â You blow out a breath. Jungkook furrows his brows.
âWhat do you mean?â
âYou know what I mean, I canât keep waking you up every morning and ask you to pick my distressed ass up.â You genuinely donât want to be a burden to him. Itâs not okay. Besides youâve learnt your lesson by depending on one guy already. Donât want to make the same mistake again. Â
âOh, câmon Noona, we talked about this.â Jungkook whines. Is telling the truth. You did talk. But talking always doesnât mean you came to a decision.
âWeâre still talking. Iâm serious about this Kook. I need to find a job, I need money, a place to stay, I need to find a way to support myself.â You put down your fingers as you list the things you need to get done.
âYou have a job here.â He gestures around the restaurant. Itâs not really a job to be honest. You just lend help in exchange for letting you hang around. And the tips you receive are yours to keep. No fixed payments. âIf itâs about the payments, I can talk with Jooââ
âNo. No, Jungkook. Youâre not going to annoy your friend again because of me. They are doing enough. Youâre doing enough. I canât keep living off you. Canât keep crashing down on your place. I donât know how long itâll take me to find a way to go back.â
âBut why? I enjoy having you here.â Jungkook whines. âI can make this job permanent for you.â
You open your mouth to protest. Or more than to snap when the door chime interrupts you. Itâs still early and Kimâs donât offer breakfast. So, you turn your head in expectation to see Namjoon. Who just left probably ten minutes ago. After yapping about how hard his life is to work with his annoying boss. You assume he has forgotten something and is back to pick it up. Only for your eyes to widen at the completely unexpected person at the doorway.
âHey!â Hoseok waves at you and Jungkook. Is already heading toward the table youâre sitting at when you and Jungkook return the gesture. Barely. Just a slight wave of your hands. âDid someone say something about wanting a job?â Hoseok just causally asks as he pulls a chair to sit down. Next to you. As if this is very normal occurrence in your lives. You both squint your eyes at him.
âWhy?â Jungkook is the one who suspiciously raises the question. Staring Hoseok down. The said man looks between you and Jungkook. Twisting his mouth. Â
âMaybe because I have an offer.â Shrugs. And you practically throw yourself at him.
âReally?â
âYes, if youâre interested.â Smiles. Tight lipped. Thereâs a glint in his eyes. Quite familiar to Jimin. Makes you suspicious instantly. Jungkook steals the attention before you can raise your suspicions, however.
âWhy are you here again?â His eyes are just slits at this point. Almost comical.
âOuch! Thatâs so fucking rude Kook. Arenât we friends?â Hoseok gasps. Places his right hand on his chest. You and Jungkook chant âNoâ in unison. âWow! Thatâs even ruder. You guys are such assholes.â Hoseok lets his arm falls down. Pouts. But then is smiling brightly within a split second. âWell, I didnât come here to offer jobs, but I overheard you guys talking about that. I just saw you two while I was passing byâ Gestures to the outside.
âThatâs an amazing ear you have. How did you even hear that?â Jungkook wonders while Hoseok wiggles his eyebrows cockily.
âAnd Iâm just being nice. I mean we might not be that close friends, but câmon I had you at my cottage Jungkook.â Hoseok says that to Jungkook. Good, since he thinks Jungkook was the only one who had been there. Apparently, Jungkook canât argue with that.
âYeah, fine whatever, so you overheard, and you just offer jobs like that? To anyone? What are you? A superhero?â Jungkookâs interrogation isnât over yet. It seems.
âNo not for everyone. But for my best friendâs, girlfriendâs, twin sister, I do.â Hoseokâs attention falls entirely on you. You shiver at his intense gaze. Gulp harshly.
âYeah? Why would you do that?â Ask timidly. Just to earn a shrug.
âBecause Iâm nice pretty lady. Thatâs not the question though. The question is what- a daughter of Kim, and Kim Liyaâs- the freaking CEO of The SEâs- twin sister, is doing at a restaurant and why does she need a job, or why she needs to find a job herself, when her father can buy her the entire country?â Hoseok quirks his brow in question. And you fight visibly not to contort your face in shock. Not to suck a breath in. Not to gulp down again. Not to rub your suddenly sweaty palms on your jeans.
âI- I uh..â You stutter a bit before your brain kicks something on for you. âIâm the family disappointment. The shame, you know. They donât want to do anything with me. Thereâs a reason why you never knew Liya has a sister, a twin.â You breathe out. Lie through your teeth. Thatâs the thing about lying. Every time you lie it become easier. Hoseok purses his lips. As if in contemplation.
âYeah? Why did she decided to tell us all of a sudden then?â Questions back.
For fucks sake!
âBecause I made an appearance, and no one needs confusions Hoseok. Why are you interrogating me?â
âIâm not. Iâm just asking out of pure curiosity.â
Or just being nosy. You want to tell that aloud but think itâll be too rude. Hence, your slight nod. And just throw a nervous glance at Jungkook, catching him give you a nod. In approval, you guess.
âOkayâŠ. so, what is this position youâre offering exactly?â Jungkook shifts the course. Folds his arms in front of his chest. Looks like a concerned father talking with his daughterâs boyfriend. Hoseok hums in answer to that question. Tilts his head. Bites down his pink bottom lip before answering.
âMm... like uh... an assistant⊠yeah, thatâs it. I am in need of an assistant.â Looks at you proudly. To which you squint your eyes, yet again.
âWait, why do I get the feeling that this position wasnât open, up until now?â Jungkook inquires as he leans over the table. Staring at Hoseok.
âIt didnât even exist, to tell you the truth.â Hoseok is so quick to fire back his answer. Too quick that you donât even catch on to it for a second. Oh, the man is honest at least.
âWh-what do you mean? Youâre making up a job to give me? Why would you do that?â You gape at him in pure disbelief.
âYeah, and itâs not like she canât find a job.â Jungkook adds. You nod in agreement. Open your mouth to say that you indeed can do that even though you canât.
âWell, will any of those pay you three million?â Hoseok leans back in his chair. Your words die in your tongue. Jaw dropping to the floor. See Jungkookâs jaw doing the same through your peripherals.
âThree what?â Jungkook whispers.
 âMillion. And five thousand, forgot to say that part.â Hoseok just casually fills in for Jungkook while you and him are just gaping at Hoseok. Thatâs beyond pay rate for a student. No part time job or an internship will pay you that kind of amount. Hoseok must be crazy. To do all that for you. In fact, you should be very, very suspicious about this. Youâre just about to raise those suspicions when Jungkook beat you up to it. Yet again.
âHire me please.â He almost get to his feet. âI can be a better assistant, I swear.â Say eagerly when your head snaps toward him.
âAre you fucking serious right now?â You hiss.
âYeah, Iâm dead serious Noona. I mean I can drop out of college if someone gonna pay me that much. And you donât have to worry, you know. Letâs get married and Iâll work hard to get promotions and letâs have kidsââ
âOh my god Jungkook, shut the fuck up! And stop saying you want to drop out of college all the time.â You roll your eyes to the back of your head. Jungkook pouts. Slumps. Hoseok snorts, grabbing your attention back to him. âAnd you? Why are you doing this seriously? Donât tell me just because youâre nice because no nice person would do this. You barely even know me.â You point a finger at him.
âBecause I need an assistant pretty. I told you already. I need someone to work for me, and it seems you need a job. Simple. Whatâs the problem here?â Hoseokâs words follows another shrug. Actually, you can come with dozen problems here. But Jungkook brings the most concerned one to the table.
âBut she canât work every day.â Thereâs a pointed look in Jungkookâs eyes now. He sounds concerned. And you know heâs not trying to steal your offer. No, he really do care.
âYou canât? Why is that?â Hoseok looks surprised. Genuinely.
âSick. Iâm sick.â You mutter even without a second thought. See, easy. To become a better liar, all you have to do is practice. Thatâs the lie youâve told everyone. Namjoon. His parents. You donât know if theyâve believed you entirely. What kind of sickness would make you stay away every other day. In the end, you stuck with the lie you made with Park Jimin. Youâve CFS after all. The fact that they all witnessed you reel with pain just aided you with your lie. Poor Jungkook. He has to be a part of every mess youâre creating. All the more reason to find your own life soon. And Hoseokâs offer is tempting. He is awfully quite though. Looking at you blankly. Well, there goes your opportunity. This was the exact reason why finding a job was hard for you. You blink at his face for moment. Then as youâre just about to avert your gaze away and accept that the offer is ruined, he speaks.
âOkay, thatâs not a problem. As long as you donât die.â Smiles brightly. Youâre back to gape at him in disbelief. Is this guy for real. Hoseok places his palms on the cold table. âWell, now since thatâs settled, move your ass assistant, we have works to do.â Stands up. Looks satisfied. Stares down at you now. Expectantly waiting for you to get up as well.
âWait what? She needs to start working now? Like now, now?â Jungkook is the one who gets to his feet, in the end.
âYes, she does. Youâre hired pretty woman, câmon move.â Hoseok bends down to grab your wrist. Yanking you into your feet. You just allow him, ignoring the fact that he had called you pretty too many times. Still very baffled. Jungkook rushes around the table instantly. Walking to you. Effectively grabbing your other hand. Â
âYou just canât drag her away.â Says sternly.
âWhy not? Sheâs hired. And her work starts now.â Hoseok points out the fact that youâre hired.
âBu-but, whatâs my job? I donât even know what I need to do.â You try to stay on your ground as Hoseok tries to drag you away. Jungkook mumbles something similar to âexactlyâ when Hoseok sighs heavily.
âReally? Even after I offered that much, youâre this hesitant? I thought you wanted a job.â
âI do but tell me what the duties are, Hoseok.â
âLike anything an assistant would do. Anything I asked you to do.â Hoseok jabbers, already trying to turn away when Jungkook tightens his grasp on you.
âWell, that sounds fucking dangerous.â He mutters skeptically. Making Hoseok turns back to face him.
âRelax dad, you got nothing to worry. Promise I will send your girl home by eight sharp. Or nine, maybe ten.â Clicks his tongue. Waves his free hand. âDoesnât matter. All that matters is Iâll make sure your girl is safe, and I wonât ask her to suck my cock. Swear. Man to man.â Turns around again. You scrunch your face up. Jungkookâs cheeks are a bit red now. Embarrassed obviously. Â
âB-butââ He stutters again when Hoseok this time turns to you.
âDo you want this or not?â Looks serious. All jokes aside. This is a moment to make a real decision. Well, itâs not that hard. Youâre desperate.
âYe-yeah, I- I do. Yeah. Course I want this.â You find yourself uttering. Paying your attention to Jungkook. To let him know youâre okay. He gives you a nod. You reciprocate. Hoseok grins.
âThen letâs move pretty.â
âWhat about my clothes though let me change first.â You asks again as Jungkook lets go of your hand.
âYou look damn fine.â Hoseok urges you out.
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No matter how much misery would follow you, youâll never learn not to make rash decisions. No, youâll never. Such a stupid, reckless fool. Thatâs what you are. When something like that happens, your main concern should be about where you would work. But of course, itâs too late when the question pops up in your head. Itâs too late when you realize Hoseok indeed works for R.U.N. Too late when you remembered Park Jimin is the CEO of that darn company. Itâs certainly too late to turn down your offer when youâre waiting to reach the lobby inside the elevator. Hoseok talking endlessly about something that doesnât quite reach your ears. Ever since the moment he confirmed, in his own words- âof course, we are heading to R.U.N, where else would I work?â- you have not been a part of this world.
Oh god, this is not happening. You did not put yourself in such a hard situation again. Thereâs a good reason why you didnât want to see Park Jimin. Even though you were missing him crazy, things were just going fine. The more you stay away from him, the more you can stay sane. The more you stay sane, more chances youâll not ruin your wishes again. Then here you are. All because youâre reckless. It wonât be possible to hide from him while youâre both in the same space. His space, yet again. Youâll see him certainly. And what will happen then? What will he think when he sees you out of blue like this? It might be you who asked him to stay away- which you regretted on some miserable nights- he was the one who accepted it rather easily. No arguments. No protests. Nothing. Just never was there after that day. Which only means one thing to you. He thinks staying away is the best just like you do. What a great plan. Only that youâre about to ruin it.
âWhat are you doing? Câmon.â Hoseokâs voice startles you slightly. Making a âhuhâ slips through your lips as you look at him confused. âWeâre here. What are you thinking so hard?â He says again at your stupid state. Only now youâre noticing that the elevator doors are indeed opened. A spacious lobby filled with hurrying around people and sleek minimalistic furniture has emerged. LED walls towering. Some game scene playing on it. Holograph in the middle. Fucking futuristic. And you gasp. Quite loudly that it makes Hoseok chuckles. âWhat?â Questions but this time drags you away from the elevator. Youâre holding it up after all.
âThis is fucking... wow...â You whispers the last part quietly.
âThanks, but weâre already late pretty. This way câmon.â Hoseok turns to his left. You follow, forgetting Park Jimin for a moment. Eyes wandering around crazily. Grasping everything. Jimin really is something. No, itâs not just him. These people, including the one before you, really are something. And then they would act homeless. Would kill each other for free food. Amazing. Truly.
Hoseok takes your wandering eyes back to him when he suddenly stops. You notice that he has stopped in front of the recipient table. A pretty girl with the most flawless skin youâve ever seen giggles prettily at something Hoseok says that you donât catch. Then her eyes flash toward you. It takes her a second but soon her smile drops. A realization drawing upon her face. It doesnât take a genius to guess what sheâs thinking. Especially when a sting at your chest makes you wince painfully. The moment you become sacred that it would get worse, Hoseok saves you. Without knowing it. Probably has read the girlâs expression.
âOh, thatâs not Liya. Thatâs her sister.â Introduces you properly. âTwins.â Throws a hand around your shoulder. âAnd is my personal assistant now on. Say Hi, Susi.â Grins. The sting subsides slowly. Girl still looks very confused. You donât know what she might think of this, but she bows to you, nonetheless. Which you reciprocate. Share a friendly smile with her before Hoseok is ushering you away again. Pulling you inside another elevator. And then youâre going up, up and up. Floor by floor. People rush inside and then outside. Everyone practically bows down to the floor when they see Hoseok. Most people donât acknowledge you at all. You think someoneâs gaze linger on you a little bit more than normal. Yet no one asks anything. Thereâs a slight pain in your chest. You ignore it. Completely overshadowed by the nervous feeling. Stomach churning and heart pounding. Thin layer of sweat covering your skin. Nervous about what might come next. Not wanting to see the CEO of this prestigious company. Wanting to turn around and run away. Hide.
You canât hide. Not at all. Thereâs no place to hide. Before you know, itâs you and Hoseok who are exiting the elevator. Stepping out into another spacious space. No LED displays. No holograms though. Just a simple workplace that screams luxury.
âMy office is this way.â Hoseok guides you. Youâre not paying much attention to what he says. Head nervously spinning around. In a desperate wish to get away from here soon as possible. Even if itâs into Hoseokâs office. Want to remain a secret. Then youâd be the most fortunate person on earth to have a such escape. Then of course, you are very fortunate, arenât you? The luckiest. You only get to take two steps toward the direction Hoseok shows, when you are faced with a tall figure. Making you abruptly stop to prevent colliding. Your eyes flicker to the newcomer. Meeting with pair of curious eyes and the lips that made you betray Park Jimin. Jin takes his hands out of his pockets just to point one at you. Surprise evident his face and you brace yourself to meet with the pain when he inevitably would call you Liya now. Only for him to surprise you. Greatly so when he mumbles your name. The name your parents gave you.
âWhat are you doing here?â Adds that question to the end of your name. He can recognize you like that now? Then nobody could do that when you were pretending to be Liya. Isnât that funny? But then you think itâs the clothing. Yes, it is. Especially since Jin is eyeing you head to toe. Certain. You believe Liya would never walk into her boyfriendâs company wearing a tight ripped jeans and an oversized hoodie. No, she wonât. Only if Hoseok allowed you to change first. Hoseok answers Jin, on your behalf.
âOh she? She works here.â Nearly walks away when Jin stops him.
âWait, what? Since when?â
Hoseok scowls at him. Evidently not enjoying being held back again. âSince now Jin. Now will you please let us go. I havenât even looked at that damn brief.â
âOf course, you havenât, and I donât give a fuck. How does she work here? She works as who?â Jin eyes you again. You feel like shrinking into an ant. Hoseok sighs.
âShe works as my assistant. Personal assistant.â
âBut why? You have a secretary. Why you need an assistant too?â This time Jin gives you an apologetic look.
âI do, but this is different. A secretary, Hyung, is not an assistant. Total two different people.â Hoseok pats Jinâs shoulder. You watch stupidly as Jin opens his mouth to disagree. But his words die on his tongue when a third voice reaches you. Loud. Right in your ear. Chirpy. And before you know it you are turned around. By a gleaming Taehyung. His hands on your shoulders.
âI knew itâs you.â He bellows as he takes you in. Of course, he did. You give him an awkward but a polite smile. With a slight blow. âWhat are yââ
âShe works here apparently.â Jin doesnât let Taehyung finish his question. âHoseokâs assistant.â Gestures to Hoseok. Who looks smug for no reason. Taehyung gasps.
âWait really? I didnât know we can do that. I mean if he can, we can too, right? We share the same privileges.â Taehyung asks Jin. Still holding you by shoulders. Jin gives him a look. Opens his mouth yet again to get interrupted for a second time. Even before he starts. This time the voice that interrupts you comes from distance.
âHobba.â All four of you snap your heads toward the voice. Taehyungâs hands still on your shoulders. Gaping at the man who rushes forward with his eyes fixed on his phone. You feel everything slows down. Like in a movie. Itâs slow when he takes his eyes away from his phone. Pocketing it. A faint smile on his lips. âDid youââ That faint smile drops. He freezes. This time eyes fixed on you. You feel your blood rushes in your body in extra speed. Heart beating in your ears. A painful tug at your chest at the sight of the blonde in front of you. Just few feet away. Feels like itâs been ages since you last saw Park Jimin. Oh, youâve missed him more than you knew.
This is a fucking mistake.
âLil?â Jimin breaks the uncomfortable silence which you didnât know has fell. That mustâve looked really weird how you stared at him. You heart does a leap when he calls you. Mouth goes dry when he comes close. âWhat, what are youââ
âFor the hundredths fucking time, she works here.â Hoseok groans.
âYouâre what?â Jiminâs eyes dart between you and Hoseok.
âSheâs Hobiâs assistant.â Taehyung fills in. âHe says so.â Adds in at the glare Jin throws him.
âWhy? Whatâs the problem? I canât hire an assistant?â Hoseok asks ever so innocently. To which Jimin furrows his brows. Eyes back on you. You force yourself to smile at him. Bow. Donât want to appear rude to others.
âOf fucking course, you canât. Why the hell do we have an HR department if we can hire people like that. I mean Iâm sorryââ Jin mutters to you slowly before turning to Hoseok again. Your cheeks flush red. Embarrassed. This is uncomfortable. âBut you canât just drag in people you want.â
âUgh⊠fuck you, Jin. She is not hired by the company. She is hired by me. I pay her. She works for me. Nothing to do with the company. Happy?â Hoseok gives all three men, a stern look. Well, you donât think that justifies this. Makes it okay or fair. Still very against the policies. Still, nobody says anything again. Especially not Jimin. Looks too stunned. You donât get to watch him longer when Hoseok drags you away. You manage a âbyeâ right at time.
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âOkay, this is not good.â You finally stand up from the little comfy couch at Hoseokâs office. Doing absolutely nothing but spinning in circles in your own head. Hoseok lifts his eyes wearily from the tab he has been looking at.
âWhatâs not good?â He sounds a little bit annoyed. Which you donât mind. You close the distance between you and him. Standing beside his table.
âLook, what Jin said is totally true.â
âDonât mind what he says. He has this thing to do the right thing all the time, you know, he is like uh... if you ask him not to eat your food heâll not.â
âWell, thatâs a good thing.â
âWhatâs good? I mean, who would fucking care?â
âOwner of those food maybeââ You look at him in disbelief. Sigh. âOh my god, Hoseok, thatâs not the point anyway. I mean I got this job very unfairly and everybody must be hating me right now.â You put your hands on the wooden tabletop. Bending down to emphasize what youâre saying. Hoseok finally puts away the tab. Sighs too.
âWhoâs gonna hate you when they donât even know you exist?â
âOh, really?â You turn your head to the left. Looking out through the glass partition. Catching the man sitting on the table at the far corner of the outer office. Staring at you. Or more glaring than staring. Hoseokâs secretary. The person who rightfully earned that position. Unlike you. Heâs been glaring at you for past thirty minutes. Hoseok follows your line of vison. Chuckles. Then takes the little remote from his table. Blinds the secretaryâs view. You gasp. âYah! Why did you do that? Now this might look like something else.â
Hoseok just clicks his tongue. Waves his hand. âStop nagging sweetheart, so what? You donât need this job now? Stop worrying so much. I can assure you no one is giving a single fuck as long as you stay away from company matters. Your only concern is me. Speaking of what, you should shut up, I didnât hire an assistant so she can nag in my ear all day.â Hoseok picks the tab up again. You feel a gentle tug at your heart. Then a heaviness. Someone elseâs voice ringing in your head.
Donât nag all the time lady.
Jimin used to say that to you all the time. Once upon a time where you shared his life almost every other day. And you thought he was being rude. But maybe you do nag too much. You shake your head to force away the unwanted thoughts. You shouldnât be thinking about him. Even though youâre currently at the same space, you think as long as you keep away from him you still can do this. So, you push yourself to keep going.
âYeah, fine, but at least give me something to do then. I donât want to get paid for doing nothing.â You straighten up. Your words forcing Hoseok to take away his attention from his work for the second time. He looks more annoyed now. Yet, still knits his brows. Thinks for a moment. Then smiles. Bright.
âCourse you should work.â Mumbles. You watch as he picks up a file from his desk. Hands it over to you. You take it hesitantly, not sure what he expects you to do. âTake this to Jimin. Iâve been meaning to send this to him since yesterday. Thanks sweetheart.â Says hurriedly. Another bright smile and almost goes back to his work when you almost shriek.
âWhat?â
âWhat?â Hoseok jumps a little in his seat at your suddenly raised voice.
âYou want me to do what now?â
Oh, for the sake of the mother of God.
This is not happening. Just as you thought youâd be fine as long as you stay away from him. No. Hoseok is not making you walk toward the very person youâre trying to avoid.
âThatâs very concerning. That youâre talking to your boss in that tone.â Hoseok gives you a stern look. Boss. Yes. Of course, thatâs what he is. But still, you canât walk into Jimin. Thatâs not wise. You canât do that.
âB-But do- donât youââ
âIâm paying you for this pretty. You agreed to do whatever I say, as long as my cock doesnât involve. Will you please do your job now.â
Technically, you agreed to nothing. Hoseok is looking at you with the same stern look, however. In the end, he is your boss. Youâre his assistant. Even though you donât know where your employee rights stand, this looks like something you should do. So, you gulp harsh. Force your maddening heart to calm down. Nod.
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You had no other option but to ask Hoseokâs secretary for directions. You have no idea where youâre headed. Good thing this pissed off man very reluctantly agreed to show you where Jiminâs office is.
âSo, youâre Ms. Kimâs sister?â He asks as you walk down a hallway. Beautifully lit up with yellowish light.
âHuh? Oh, y-yeah. Twins.â You chuckle awkwardly. He scoffs.
âNo wonder you land a job like that.â
âExcuse me, but thatâs got nothing to do with this. I donât even work for the company.â Your forced smile drops as you find offense grows inside you. Hence, you use Hoseokâs word.
As long as you stay away from company matters.
âWhat do you think youâre doing now? Making him coffee?â The secretary asks again but you donât have the chance to answer when you enter a much larger outer office this time. Your eyes directly landing on the desk in the corner. Occupied by a middle-aged woman. Herâs snaps to you at the sounds of your footsteps. Her eyes instantly going wide as she gets to her feet. No surprise now when your chest ache. You wince in pain as she bows to you deep. You barely manage to bow back as the pain is slowly intensifying. Youâre trying your best not to double down or whimper. Itâs pure luck that Hoseokâs secretary reaches her table before it can happen. Interrupts her words.
âMs. Liââ
âThis is Mr. Jungâs assistant Mrs. Emi. She is uh... Ms. Kimâs twin sister- as she says, and she is here to deliver a file to Mr. Park. Would you let him know please?â He explains slowly. The woman, Emi, looks at you again. Eyes still wide. Visibly in quite surprise. Fair. Then at the Hoseokâs secretaryâs second call she snaps out of it. Another bow. A quite whisper of an apology and she picks up the receiver in her table. Clears her throat. You watch as she mumbles a âhelloâ the pain starting to subside finally. Fortunately, never reaching its peak point. A clear sign that she believes youâre not Liya. Good. But now thereâs a whole new pain inside you. Churn in your stomach. Heart pounding. Feeling a slight discomfort in breathing. Hell, youâre nervous like a leaf in the wind. You absolutely donât want to walk inside. Donât want to meet him. Donâtâ
âYou can go in Ms. Uh... Ms. Kim.â She bows to you again deeply. You didnât even hear how the conversation went. You let out a breath. Forcing yourself to return the courtesy. To say thank you. To both of them. You want nothing but to turn away and break into a run as you walk toward the closed wooden door. You really are regretting every life decision as you grip the door handle. You want to know how to dissaperate as you twist it. You desperately and stupidly wish he would not be inside as you push open the door. Take a one deep breath in and you fully open it. Step inside before you can change your mind. This is fine. Itâs just Jimin; you know him. What could possibly go wrong.
Everything.
Oh yes, every fucking thing. The moment you let the door close behind you in a soft thud and your eyes avert to the desk right in front of you. To the man standing there. You know everything can easily go wrong. That painful tug in your chest comes twice powerful this time. Makes a lump in your throat. You try to swallow that down. Fruitless. Youâre not able to push this weird painful sensation away. Not when you can see him like this finally. See, youâve missed him dearly. Like heâs a part of you. Youâve missed those brown orbs. Youâve missed that blonde hair. Youâve missed those soft, pink lips. Youâve missed Park Jimin. And he is not helping that pain by staring at you like youâve cast a spell on him. Is making it worse by inhaling shaky breath. As if heâs not been breathing up until now. Like he needed to see you to breath. Surely that canât be true. No, itâs not. Youâre imagining things.
âLil.â Jimin breaks the trance. His voice hoarse. Steps away from his opulent desk. Nearly walks toward you. You mentally scold yourself to put your shit together.
âUh.. Hoseok, sorry, Mr. Jung wanted me to give this to you.â You step forward as well. Not allowing him to make it to you. Meeting him in the middle of the spacious office room. Hold out the file in your hand. Hoping Jimin would take it quickly so you can disappear. He doesnât. Instead, peer at your face.
âLil, whatâs happening?â Questions. Doesnât make any effort to take the file away.
âWha-what do you mean?â
âHow are you- uh- how did heââ
You save him from his misery. âIt just happened. It was very quick, I know. Iâm surprised too but yeah, it happened.â You try your best to avoid his gaze. It does things to you. Makes you weak.
âYeah? And you took the job like that?â Thereâs no accusations in his tone. No anger. Just asking. You shrug.
âYes, I did. I mean, I needed a job. I canât live off Jungkook forever.â
âI couldâve helpedââ
âYou donât have to do that Jimin. Thereâs a reason why I asked you not to run around trying to take care of me. You- uh- you have a life, and I donât want to be the reason it gets ruined. Besides, I can take care of myself quite well. I got a job now and Hoseok pays me well. I think this is good unless- uh⊠if you donât want me to work here like obviously itâs your company.â You nearly bite your tongue as you realize youâre rambling. A nervous tick.
âNo, no. I mean, uh- youâre his assistant⊠yeah, itâs fine.â Jimin shakes his head furiously. You finally take the courage to turn your head a little upward. Catching his gaze. Taking a good look at him. Feeling the tug intensifies. Itâs been just few weeks. Then why do you feel like youâve not seen him for years. Why do you notice these simple changes in him. Were those black roots always there? Did he always have those dark circles? Why doesnât his lips are a bit pale? Is he sick? How might he have been?
You feel your hands itch. Itch to do what? Youâve no idea. You feel your lips tingle. That spell falling up on you two again. You shouldâve never found the courage to look at him. Your heart is now beating erratically. Funny how youâve not noticed how close you are. Your tummy has started do those weird flips. Oh, no this is not good. You promised yourself that youâre going to make it right. This, after all, is about to make it worse, yet again. You need to leave from his presences. Immediately.
âThis. He wanted me to give it you.â You jerk your hand forward. Snapping your eyes away from him. Nearly push the file into his chest when he grabs it. âI- I should go. Thank you, Mr. Park.â You donât think youâve ever walked faster than you do now. Turning around and leaving without another single glance. Not allowing Jimin to say anything else. Â
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When you returned to Hoseokâs office, you were shaking. Heart beating madly and in desperate need of water. Which led you to gulp down an entire bottle in one go. Making Hoseok worried that you mightâve met a ghost on your way. It had taken you more than thirty fucking minutes to calm yourself down. Twenty minutes inside the ladiesâ room and ten minutes sitting in Hoseokâs couch. Staring blankly at a gaming character that covers an entire wall. Right across from the couch. You had to talk yourself out of it. Convincing. That itâs all going to be all right. That you can survive through this. Well, you were more than fine till you actually met him. So, as long as you donât have to see him again, youâre going to be okay. Youâre going to go home successfully without committing any more sins. And then all you have to do is make sure youâre following the same procedure in the future as well.
Easy. So easy. At least it shouldâve been if everything had gone according to plan. According to how youâve planned it in your head. A perfect plan to avoid Jimin at all costs. Which went down the drain just after that thirty minute. All the pep talk you gave yourself becoming null and void when Hoseok hands you a second file. His request simple.
âWould you mind taking this to Jiminie, sweetie.â
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You minded. You minded, a lot. In fact, you didnât want to do it at all. Yet you had to. Just like how you had to do it the third time. Like how you didnât want to the fourth time, but you still did. Then the fifth time. You were positively losing your mind at the sixth time. Then this is the seventh time. Hell, even Jimin looks at you like youâre crazy when you put a to-go coffee cup on his table.
âOkay, what the hell is going on?â Jimin mutters, confused as you sigh. You look at the lines that appeared between his brows. He keeps his eyes on the coffee cup for a moment before looking at you. Expecting answers. As if you would know. See, it has been draining to walk between Jiminâs and Hoseokâs office fourteen times already. Seven times to Jimin, and seven times back. Yes, it is. Youâve even become annoyingly aware how large this one floor is. Then itâs uncomfortable how you had to face Emi seven times. Pretty awkward when you asked her to let her boss know you have returned. Again. But those are not problems for you. No, not at all. The problem is how your poor plan is miserably failing. It hasnât even been a day yet. Why is it so hard to avoid just one person. Each time you visited Jimin, you stayed a minute longer than before. That is your problem.
You didnât share smiles let alone laughter. There were no friendly words but just polite ones. Still, you said a word more each time. This is not good.
âYou donât have to bring me coffee Lil. Why are doing that?â Jimin speaks again at the lack of your response.
âYeah, I know.â Â
âThen why are doing it? Say no. Youâre his assistant not mine.â
âYeah, but he just wanted to send you a coffee. A friendly gesture. Thatâs it.â You shrug. Then straightly rub your forehead. Annoyed.
âBullshit! That motherfucker has never once sent me a coffee in my life. Like what? Am I dying that heâs so concerned now? He couldâve emailed me that stupid letter, but he sent you over for it? What is he thinking? Say no Lil, you donât have to do all his stupid shit just because heâs paying you.â Jimin pushes the coffee back. âPlease tell me he hasnât send you all over the building.â Suddenly sounds so concerned. You shake your head slightly.
âNo, no. Itâs just you. Iâve been walkiââ
âHe hasnât sent you to others?â Jimin interrupts you. Taking your curious attention on him as he furrows his brows even deeper. Giving you a suspicious look. âWhat about Taehyung?â Questions. You slowly shake your head again. Starting to mirror his expression as your own brows start to merge. A realization starts to build up in your head. âJin? Anyone else?â He is looking straight into your eyes. You give him another shake of your head. This time firmer. Precise. Youâve finished connecting dots in your head.
That little sneaky bastard!
âThat little shit!â Jimin voices exactly what goes inside your head. You donât say anything to him though. Just curse under your breath as you clench your jaw. Turn around your heels fast. Starting to practically run toward the door. Ignoring whatever Jimin is saying.
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You ignore the sneaky side eye that Hoseokâs secretary gives you as you storm past him. Barging inside Hoseokâs office. Glad that his secretary still canât see how you march toward his- and technically your- bossâ table. Like a madwoman. Fury running through your veins as you slam your palms on the tabletop. Causing Hoseok to startle and recoil against the chair. Eyes comically wide.
âWhat the fuck? Wh- whaââ
âWhat are you fucking playing at, Jung Hoseok.â You save him from having to stutter over his words. Looking directly at his wide eyes.
âWh-what the hellââ He lets out a breath. Straightening up. As if he finally realized he got scared by you. Composes himself before speaking again. âWhat happened? You got possessed or something?â
âNo, but I will if you donât tell me what you are up to Hoseok. I donât care that youâre my boss, you can keep you damn job.â You lean in closer. Hoseok scowls.
âI think youâre possessed. And youâre frightening.â He gulps slowly. In a different context, you wouldâve laughed at that. Now though, you only glare at him harder. âI mean, what are you talking about? Iâm up to what?â He sounds innocent. Innocent that you almost believe him. But you donât.
âOh, câmon, cut the crap now Hoseok. Youâve been sending me to Jimin purposefully for no reason. Just to send me there, and I would like to know why? What are you up to.â You scowl harder at your own words when his scowl disappears. A ghost of a smile dances on his lips. Eyes lightly glinting.
âWhat made you think so? Because I assure you that I did not do such thing. Youâre my assistant and Iâm assigning you jobs. Thought thatâs what you wanted.â His confidence is back. That startle and confused look far gone.
âOh yeah? Then how come I havenât visited Jin or Taehyung yet? Or anyone else in that case. And I think Jimin clearly told me that youâve never sent him a coffee before and you couldâve mailed him that letter.â You recite what Jimin told you exactly. Knowing very well they prove you right. Only that it doesnât make Hoseokâs faint smile go away but makes it wider.
âAh! So, thatâs why itâs taking too long for you to come back. Youâve been chit-chatting with your sisterâs boyfriend.â Hoseok grins this time. You really donât like the way he put weight on the word boyfriend. No do you like how his eyes sparkle. As if heâs expecting good news. As if he knows the news is going to be good beforehand.
âN-no.. I mean, I wasnât taking too long Hoseok. He just told me.â You feel uneasy suddenly. It wasnât true. Even though you mightâve stayed a minute longer each time, you didnât stay there for Hoseok to notice. Let alone worry.
âDonât worry sweetheart, Iâm not scolding you here. I mean you can chit-chat with him all the much you want. I donât care as long as you do your job.â He pushes away the tab heâs been hunched over for the entire morning. You open your mouth to defend yourself. Feeling stupid at how the tables has changed so quickly. Youâre the one to stutter now. Yet Hoseok stops you before you can say anything. âSince thatâs done now. Do you like to join us at Lunch pretty? I hope Jin ordered Chinese today.â He tilts his head in expectation while he stands up. Youâre stupidly gaping at him though. Raking your brain for a good comeback. A way to return to your point since thereâs no denying that Hoseok did that. Sent you to Jimin deliberately.
âNo, I mean, I wasnât chit-chatting with him. A-and donât call me nick names Hoseok.â Thatâs what leaves your mouth. Stupid. Isnât the point nor the problem here. But it is still something that budge you. So, youâll get it over with since itâs out in the open now. âI have a name. Jesus whatâs with the men in my life giving me nicknamesââ
âYeah? Like what, Lil?â Hoseok cuts you down midsentence. Your words freeze in your tongue as your eyes dart to his face. He is on his feet now. Hands inside his pant pocket. Is poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. Looks coy. Kind of remind you of Jimin when heâs amused.
âWhat?â You question foolishly. Feeling your mouth starting to dry.
âYou said men in your life give you nicknames. So, like what nicknames? Like the one Lil?â Asks the same thing again. Is calm. Composed. Certainly, knows what heâs at. You feel a light pound in your head. No words coming to your smart mouth this time. Only gape at him when he mumbles your real name. Once. Twice. âNo matter how hard I would think, your name doesnât go anywhere close to the name Lil. You know when I first hear Jimin call you that, I really thought it was shortened for Liya. Cause it sounds similar. But then Lil, Iâm positive Iâve never heard him call Liya by that name. Not before you or not after you. Because he doesnât call her Lil. He calls you Lil.â Hoseok raises his brows. You yet again open your mouth for words that never leaves your mouth. âDonât even try to deny it, he called you Lil even this morning. How stupid are you two? How stupid do you think we are? For not to pick up on something so obvious.â Hoseok steps away from his desk. Walks toward you. Forcing you to take a step back. His coy expression morphed into something serious. âYour stupid lies are so obvious Lil. Should I call you so? Why not huh? Even your sisterâs boyfriend call you so.â
âNo. I mean yes.â You suddenly blurt. Inhaling a sharp breath. Think that staying silent is a stupid way of giving away. You need to at least try. Try to deny. âI- I mean, th-thatâs my nicknameâŠâ Your words trail away. Hoseokâs lips breaking into a yet another cocky smile as you regret your entire existence. Just not your decisions. Shouldâve stayed silent. Hoseok scoffs.
âYeah? So, you admit it then?â Questions. You donât answer. Just stay there rooted to the floor. Admitting is what you just did. You were supposed to do it the other way around. Denying. âYou admit thatâs your name? So, I wasnât mistaken then. Thatâs how Jimin called you at the cottage. It was you.â Hoseokâs gaze is piercing. How stupid of you to just give away everything like that. And then here you thought you were getting better at lying. What a huge mess you are in? âI mean nobody with eyes and ears need that to know you werenât her Lil. I- we knew her for almost as long as we knew Jimin.â Another chuckle. âAnd did that stupid shithead friend of mine thought he can fool us like that. You were- are nothing like Liya. You can be twins, but you guys are complete opposites.â
So, he still believes you are twins.
Then at what heâs getting at. You try not to wander your gaze away from Hoseok. To maintain eye contact. Gulping harshly as you can feel your heart in your throat. Sweat breaking in your skin. You try to come up with something. Another good lie. In vain, though. Your brain is empty. Completely empty at Hoseokâs mercy. All you can do is utter a weak question. In your hoarse voice. âWh-why are you doing this? What do you want Hoseok?â You ignore what heâs been saying. Thereâs no point. This is Stupid. Taunting. Agonizing. Yet you stand there. Praying that this could not go any worse than this. Hoseokâs face softens for a moment. He takes a step forward again.
âWhat I need? I donât know. Maybe itâs fun to see you two idiots squirm at each otherâs presence like teenagers. Trying so hard to act like you donât know one another that wellââ
âThatâs not true.â You finally find your voice. Your brain finally starts to work. Processing things and coming up with ways to escape. âOkay, so what if it was me, Hoseok? Itâs not likeââ
âIt was you. Stop trying to deny. Iâm not an idiot like you think. And before you come with another stupid lie, I hope you cleaned my kitchen island after you did- whatever you did.â Hoseok grits. Turns away from you. A loud gasp leaving your mouth. Jaw hanging open as you feel your entire body heats.
Oh god no. Thatâs what heâs getting at.
You really expect Hoseok to leave you in your miserable pit of shame. But unfortunately, he isnât done confronting you. Isnât done taunting you. âTrust me you donât even want to know what I heard. But for what itâs worth, he kept saying the name Lil, not Liya. I was fucking drunk that day, but I know what I heard. Besides, Jimin acts completely different with you.â He turns around to face you again. You donât look at him this time. Buring in shame and wanting to crawl up to a hole, you keep your eyes on your shoes. Still, Hoseok continues. âMaybe, I want Jimin to fucking see that heâs damn suffering. Maybe I want him to know he can do all these alone. And do you want to know why youâre here?â Asks but doesnât wait for your reply. âIâm using you Lil. And you wonât back away.â
With that, he finally leaves you to bury yourself deep in your misery.
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You wonât back away
Hoseok had said. Yet in reality, you know he has no power over what you decide to do ultimately. Itâs not like he threatened you. No. He didnât do such a thing. In the end, he canât threaten you without doing the same to Jimin. If anyoneâs going to be in a tight spot if Hoseok decides to bring the matter up, it would be Jimin. And you know for a fact that Hoseok loves him. Hence, nothing to worry about. You can give Hoseok the middle finger. Turn around and leave. Youâll find a way to solve the rest of your problems after that.
But the problem is that you havenât done just that. That youâve already worked there for three days. You havenât turned around nor have you shown your middle finger to Hoseok. This time though, you know the exact reason why youâre still Hoseokâs assistant. Simple. Even though itâs embarrassing, the reason is the CEO of the RUN. See now, you knew Jimin is always going to be a reason to stay. The same way heâs the reason why youâre waking up in most random places and living a life where you could be dead in the next minute, he is the reason why youâre still tolerating Hoseokâs stupid tasks.
After the confrontation, you really planned on giving up. It was too embarrassing to face Hoseok after that anyway. Then you had walked out of his office. With no specific purpose. Just to stop your walking in the lobby. Because two men had interrupted your panicky mind going haywire. You had watched Taehyung saying something to Jimin. Something that is supposed to be amusing since he laughed hard. Jimin didnât. Just a chuckle, before he shift his eyes mindlessly toward where you stood. Catching you staring. A warm smile tugging on his lips. That smile tugging on your heart. That pull you always felt. Making the world blur.
Then there were you on the next day at your apartment, convincing yourself that youâre just preparing work appropriate cloth just because there can be an emergency. Not because you planned on reporting to assistant duties at all. Then there were you at Hoseokâs office, convincing yourself, youâre there to resign formally. That formal resignation apparently took a whole day. You had to postpone it for another day. Then another.
Thatâs how you finally made peace with the fact that youâre not going to resign. No. You feel like a schoolgirl who hates school with passion but attends every day because his teacher is her crush. No. That canât be. Jimin isnât your crush. Youâre not that stupid. Still, heâs the reason. You cherish every single moment you get to be in his presence. Every little and polite smile you share. Every word you exchange. Even though those words are anything but personal. Still, in the end, you like how you feel your stomach flip and heart flutter every time you see him. Then, isnât that how someone would feel when they see their crush?
You groan audibly. Letting your head fall into your palms. Keeping it there as if it can solve your problems.
âWhy the long face?â Jungkookâs sudden voice makes you raise your head. You catch him poking his head inside his kitchen. Hair still wet after his shower. Then he reveals his whole body to you. Enters the kitchen with a towel still around his neck.
âAre you telling me, I have a long face?â You smile softly.
âYeah, your chin is touching your feet. Itâs normal though, youâre an alien after all.â
âFuck you Jeon.â Both of your soft chuckles fill the silent kitchen. You feel Jungkook stands beside you a second before his hands are on your shoulders. During the brief time you shared in his space, youâve grown accustomed to the fact that Jungkook is touchy. He would squeeze you. Tickles you. Pick you up. And occasionally would start massaging your shoulders like now. Random. Everything about Jeon Jungkook is random. Like that mattress on his living room. You had moved yourself from his couch to that mattress. Eventually, it came in handy. You hum in affirmation when he starts to squeeze your shoulders softly.
âNo but seriously, whatâs the problem? Is that shithole giving you a hard time? He promised me he wouldnât.â
âNah uh, he promised you he wonât make me suck his cock.â You correct him. Eye lids slowly closing.
âWell, itâs still similar to it if heâs making you do all his stupid stuff. And he hasnât made you suck his cock, right?â Jungkookâs hands freeze for a moment. You chuckle.
âWhat are you gonna do if he do that?â
âI donât know. Making sure he wonât get his cock sucked ever again.â
âOkay, I donât want to think what that means. But no, donât worry. Heâs just a tough boss.â And he knows your dirtiest secret. When you had asked him if anyone else knew. Or if anyone else has picked it up. He simply said that he has no idea. But his best guess was that anyone with a brain should. Still, no one except Hoseok confronted you. So, youâre assuming rest of your friends are brainless. Easy that way.
âYeah? So, he still makes you run around the office?â Jungkook stops rubbing your shoulders just to sit next to you. Itâs really silly how you two would sit in this same spot every night youâre here and recite everything that happened in your day. Except for the parts you canât tell. Honestly, you havenât told anyone about that. Not even Jimin knows. You donât think you should run to him every time something goes wrong. And no have you told Jungkook either. âIf itâs too hard you can quit you know. We can always come up with another idea.â Jungkook adds when you keep your silence.
âNo, itâs fine. Itâs justââ You look at your hands on your lap. Youâre about to lie again. This isnât about work at all. Itâs about your stupid obsession with Jimin. Itâs about your inability to make a decision. And youâre keep staying in that uncomfortable situation just because you want to see him. Fuck your life!
âNoona?â
âItâs just Hoseok knows it was me at the cottage back then and- and... then he... uh... you know Jimin and Iââ Your words cut down when Jungkook harshly turns you around to face him. His eyes wide. You didnât mean to tell him. Yet it feels good to have someone to shoulder some burdens with you.
âHe knows? How?â
You peer at his eyes before slowly starting to explain how things went. He listens intently. âAnd is he fucking black mailing you? Is that it?â Asks in the end. You shake your head.
âOf course, no. He hasnât done something like that. But he told me that I wonât back away now.â
âYah! Thatâs what you call black mailing. He threatened you. Thatâs it Iâm gonna make sure he wonât get his dick sucked ever again.â Jungkook looks ablaze. Not believing you have disregarded that. So, you have to show him the reasons how itâs not really a threat. How it would ruin Jimin more than you if Hoseok do something stupid. âThen what the fuck he wants with you?â
âI donât kn-know.â You donât honestly. When he told you, heâs using you, it made no sense to you. It still doesnât. What did he mean when he said, Jimin acts differently with you. This is a part you havenât told Jungkook. Good thing since he would really go search for ways to make Hoseok dickless. âBut I donât care you know.â You add. Smiling. âComparing to the pay, running around the office is nothing.â Shrug. Jungkook still looks unconvinced though. So, you nudge him with your shoulder. âOh, câmon donât look so tense. Thatâs Hoseok, he canât blackmail me. He asked me to take this tiny bug out the other day. Man was scared for his life. Trust me the most he can do is making me get him a coffee every thirty minutes.â
A tiny smile appears on Jungkookâs lips. It doesnât take long for it to stretch into a grin. And then a laugh.
âOkay, I would trust you to kick his balls if he tried anything funny.â At last, he sighs. Just to compose himself after laughing.
âCourse, you can.â You assure. Watching him getting to his feet. But bends down again to your level.
âDo you wanna bake something?â Questions out of nowhere.
âWhat? Now? Do you know how to bake?â
âNo, but thatâs why we have technology. Câmon, itâs going to be fun.â
Random Jeon Jungkook.
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Fun it is. Too much fun in fact. It was exhilarating to go grocery shopping at night to buy what you needed to bake- as Jungkook says- Kookâs bliss. You made sure to gag every time he said the name. The guy wasnât discouraged a bit, however. He keeps calling the cupcakes Kookâs bliss and is ecstatic about what youâre doing. You can see him visibly buzzing.
âOkay, we need to preheat the oven first.â You squint at the video to read the subtitles. Not that you canât understand what sheâs saying but you need to make sure youâre preheating the oven for the right temperature and time. âAnd then we have to mix all this stuff up.â
âLike that? Itâs easy. Like eating cake.â Jungkook places his hands on his hips confidently.
âUh huh. Letâs see about that.â You turn around to meddle with the oven, handing over the phone to Jungkook so, he can start.
âOkay, here we go, baby. Mixing everything up.â You can hear him mumble to himself. Makes you smile to yourself. You straighten up and turn around after setting the oven to preheat. Â Pay your full attention to Jungkook. Walking right beside him at the right time when he start pouring the buttermilk to the bowl.
âYou already mixed the baking powder and all? That was quick.â You say to him as you pick the phone up again. This time to check how to make the frosting. Only to get distracted when Jungkook suddenly stops. Head snapping toward you. âWhat?â You ask.
âAm I supposed to mix that first? Wait, is there an order? You told me we just have to mix everything up.â His eyes leave your face to stare at the bowl. Blankly. Stupidly.
âYou didnât?â You lean forward to peer at the bowl too.
âNo, itâs just flour there. And Iâm adding milk to it.â He shows you the obvious. You have to clear your throat to hide the annoying groan that is about to leave.
âUh.. Iâm pretty sure she told to whisk the flour, salt, and something else before milk. Evenly mixing or something.â
âFuck, now what? We throw this away.â Jungkookâs eyes are too wide. Glints. Shifts those eyes to. Catching your own which are wide with disbelief.
âNooo⊠Jungkook. Thatâs such a waste.â
âWhat are we gonna do then?â
âWeâre gonna keep going, likeââ You shrug, giving him a thoughtful look. âItâs not like it would make a huge difference now, will it? We would still be able to eat it. Letâs keep going huh?â
Jungkook doesnât reply to you in words. Do it in a shrug before pouring the rest of the milk into the bowl. Well, it seems like youâre up to a good start here. Very good one indeed. Where you threw the instructions away as you start doing it in your own way. Turning everything into a funny mess. It definitely started with Jungkook putting the wrong foot forward, but you are the one who make the first mess. Accidentally, bursting open a packet of baking powder making the contents puff out. Showering you and Jungkook in the white dust. Filling the air with coughs that turn into roaring laughter soon after. Then itâs laughing more than working. Too much laughing since youâre wiping the tears away now when you finally put the cupcakes- or whatever you made- in the oven. You had to preheat the oven twice.
âDo you think they will be safe to eat.â You ask Jungkook after wiping your eyes with your T-shirt sleeve. Two of you are peering inside the oven through its tempered glass. Both of your hair still covered in white substances. So do the parts of your faces. The tip of Jungkookâs nose is adorably white at this moment. You canât help but chuckle at that.
âCanât guarantee. Maybe we should take some to Joonie and J, I refuse to die alone.â
âYouâre not dying alone, you have me.â
âTrue, but do you want to be stuck with me forever? Joonie can be a good distraction when you get bored of me.â
âSounds like a plan. Maybe I should take some to Hoseok as well.â
âPlease donât. Why would you want him to annoy your ass even after you die.â
You straighten up as another laugh leaves your lip. Jungkook follows your movements. Grinning from ear to ear. This sure is a good distraction for you stressing up mind. You feel fairly relaxed now. Not that youâre fooled that itâs going to last. Know itâs temporary simply. Yet, itâs good. You plop into a stool when Jungkook suddenly perks up.
âWhatâs that song? I like it.â He points at your phone.
âYeah?â You look at the device as well. Itâs your phone from your world. Your offline playlist on shuffle. Jungkook wanted to listen to alien music. Taylor swiftâs Paper Rings has changed into Justin Bieberâs 2U. âAh, thatâs To You. Justin Bieber.â You answer his question casually when he snatches your phone away with great interest.
âI like this.â Mumbles to himself. Unlocks your phone to look at the album cover. Takes his moment listening to the song. Justine Bieberâs voice flowing across the kitchen.
When it comes to you,
Donât be blind
Watch me speak from my heart
When it comes to you, comes to you.
Jungkook gasps. Those doe eyes blinking at your face. Are glinting madly. âI like this dude.â Says with such wonder that you nearly think he just fell in love.
âHe was my teenage crush.â You let Jungkook know for no reason when he puts down the phone back. Walks toward you.
âWhoâs your crush now?â Asks but doesnât let you answer when he effortlessly pulls you to your feet. Itâs good that you donât get to answer. You donât have a crush. At least, not someone other than Park Jimin.
Holy fuck, he is not your crush.
You mentally scold yourself as Jungkook places his hands over your waist.
âOkay, what are you doing?â
âDancing.â He scrunches that white nose. You giggle when he makes you do a swirl.
âReally? This is so stupid.â You donât mean that. Are having a hard time trying to keep your giggles controlled.
âThatâs the best part Noona. Because itâs stupid.â
Random. Oh, so random. But you like it.
You like someone else other than Jimin in this world. You donât want any more reason to stay. Yet Jungkook is slowly making a special place in your life. Is creating one more reason to love this life. Itâs not that you have a choice but to return anyway. In that case, just avoiding Jimin wonât make it easy for you. Maybe itâs such a waste that you will not have any more memories with the person who you want to create them the most.
It'll be a waste. Surely.
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Jimin had just one thing to do. One. And it wasnât easy. Respecting your wishes not to see him again. You explicitly asked him to do so. Oh, it cut him when you said that. When you asked him to stop worrying about you. When you reminded how much of a prick he was to do so when he was committed to another woman. Then it wasnât really his fault you popped into his life again, is it? True, he has been ecstatic to know you were hired. Even though it felt wrong and is wrong like Jin says. Even though youâre Hoseokâs assistant and not his. Even though, he knows Hoseok is into something. Still, heâs the happiest heâs ever been. Except for the time he woke up to see you adorably mumbling in your sleep.
 You donât talk to him much. You always keep it professional. He hasnât seen that pretty smile or heard those pretty giggles. Sure, you two have these strange moments where you would just stare at each other. Jimin swears he can see that starry night inside your eyes then. Only for a split second, however. You would always snap your eyes away from him. Then would dash away.
Oh, how bad he misses you. How desperate he is to see that smile. Giggles. How he is itching to just reach you whenever youâre in his vicinity. Close. He doesnât need much. Just a touch of your soft skin. A fleeting brush of your lips in his. That would be more than enough. Whatâs wrong with him? Itâs scary how heâs getting slowly obsessed. How heâs grinning stupidly when Mrs. Emi informed of your presence. How he feels like a boy again. Waiting patiently for his school crush. He forgets who he is. Feels bubbly and buzzing. Itâs becoming torture to wait till you finally let those walls down. Till you call him Park again in your adorable, annoyed voice. Till you pout hard.
Oh fuck!
Itâs not that heâs getting slowly obsessed. He is obsessed. How else he would explain driving to Kimâs, hopefully just to catch a glimpse of you. He promised himself he would drive away the moment he saw you. Then he ended up waiting there for hours. Like a creep. Watching you sauntering around. Serving tables and smiling wide. It had made him grin widely alone. To see your smile. Though, it wasnât for him. Nine out of ten times it was for Jungkook. The dude following you like a lost puppy. Annoying. Gets Jiminâs blood boiling. Another reason why heâs happy now you have a job. Youâll never accept his help but since Hoseok pays you well now- despite whatever his intentions are- youâll be able to move out soon. And he gets to see you every other day, like how he used to. Everything feels like going damn well. In reality, however, itâs not.
He understands why you asked him to stay away. You are a dangerous woman after all. Itâs becoming unbearable with every passing day. With each day heâs getting closer and closer to losing control. For a fact, he knows one of these days, heâs definitely going to kiss you hard until you both canât breathe. And thatâll be how it all goes down the hill again. Thatâs how mad you drive him. Especially since now youâre fully into this assistant thing. Wears damn button downs. And pencil skirts. Heâs a man. A man who is incredibly attracted to you in that case. You always make his brain short circuit.
No difference for today, when he catches you step outside the elevator while heâs about to head off to Jin. Youâre juggling with way too many some kind of boxes in your hand. Jiminâs eyebrows instantly merges at the sight. Especially, when Hoseok is stepping out right beside you with his hands beautifully free. Jimin is about to reach you. His mouth already open to yell at his dear friend when Taehyung beats him up to it. Emerging from nowhere.
âYah! Hyung! Really? Youâre letting her carry all this alone. What are you? Insensitive demon?â Taehyung already reaches for the boxes youâre carrying when you skillfully avoid him. Makes Hoseok snorts.
âTry dealing with this stubborn hag Taehyungââ
âYah!â
Jimin watches as your protests get ignored by his two friends. Well, he canât argue with that one. Makes perfect sense if it was you who insisted on carrying all those by yourself.
âYou think I gave her those? She nearly bit my hand in front of Susi when I tried to help her.â Hoseok throws an incredulous look at you. You smirk devilishly. Jimin feels his lips stretching into a smile. Of course, you did. Taehyung gasps.
âReally? You have a bite kink?â
âOh, yeah, you want me to try it on you.â You take a step toward Taehyung. Probably assuming he would be scared and step away. Only to find out that Taehyung is looking at you expectantly. You donât know his friend well, it seems. You stop, realizing itâs not going according to your plan. Scrunch your nose.
âWell, what did I expect.â Mumble to yourself.
âWill you put those down. Please?â Hoseok interrupts you concernedly. Youâre torturing yourself with those. Jimin canât hear what you say to that but in a minute, youâre doing swirl. And walking backward in his direction. Waltzing. Hoseok giving you his signature judgmental look while Taehyung is grinning widely. Both of their eyes going past you and landing on Jimin. Finally, acknowledging his presence there. Taehyung raises his hand in a wave to him. Jimin nearly returns it when his eyes swift back to you. Right at the moment your back bump into his shoulder. Unexpected for you. Jimin has no time to move away either. Youâve already collided with him and are losing your balance. Itâs too late when Jimin springs into action. Trying to grab you, when you fall back. All the boxes youâve been carrying, flying into the sky before they fall on to you. A shriek leaves your mouth followed by a loud thud.
You curse aloud one time before it all goes into silence. Just Jimin dumbly staring at you who is lying there on the marble floor. Eyes scrunched shut and face contorted in pain. You open your eyes slowly. Catching Jiminâs eyes on you. Staring back at him. Face slowly starting to change color to a deep scarlet. Adorable. Oh, so fucking adorable.
âYouâre flashing us.â Taehyungâs sudden voice grabs Jiminâs attention. He snaps his head toward him. Then back to you. You just slightly raise your head from the floor to look at them. Sure enough, youâre just doing that. That damn skirt has ridden up. To add more to it youâre bending your knees. Jimin has to gulp harshly first before glaring at his two friends. Who are shamelessly and obviously staring at you with their mouth hanging open.
âOh, fuck. Sorry.â You hastily mutter as you try to get up. On your wobbly knees.
âFuck off!â Jimin shouts at his friends meanwhile. Since they donât look like going anywhere.
âWhat?â Taehyung asks Jimin first. âDo you need help baby?â Asks you, already starting toward you when Hoseok luckily grabs from his arm.
âNo, she doesnât you little shit.â Hoseok states as he starts to drag Taehyung away. Good. Jimin is glad.
âWhy not? Yah! This is very rude.â
âNo, it is not. Youâre shameless, you know?â
âAs if youâve looked away.â
Their voices trailed off down the hallway. Giving Jimin the chance to pay attention to you. Youâre already on your feet. Hastily collecting what youâve dropped.
âIâm sorry I didnât see you there.â You softly mumble. Jimin bends down next to you. Helping you to collect the littered items.
âNo, you didnât, because you were dancing.â He doesnât mean to embarrass you anymore, but you look like youâre about to explode. Itâs completely unintentional how he grabs your hand, stopping you from picking up your fourth box. Makes you straighten up. Your wide eyes peering into him as you struggle to hold three boxes with one hand. Jimin should let your hand go. So, you can hold them properly. He doesnât. He canât. Your hand is soft in his. Feels like the first time heâs touching you. Squeezes it. âYouâre red.â
âHuh?â You squirm slightly under his gaze. Look like you want to hide your face behind your hands. They are both occupied, however.
âLika a tomato.â Jimin ignores your struggle. Hopes you remember calling him a tomato. âCuteâ Adds as he finally let go of your hand. Not because you can hold the damn boxes properly. Because he wants his both hands to take them from you. You donât even protest. Look thunderstruck. Isnât it amazing how he can do that to you. Makes his head spin to think. You gape at him for few seconds. Then youâre doing it. Pouting. Fuck he wants to press his lips into yours.
âI swear to god, if you laugh, ParkâŠâ
Youâre calling him Park. Not Mr. Park. No professionality. In your annoyed adorable voice. And Jimin thinks his heart is about to leap away from his poor rib cage. Isnât it amazing how you can do that to him. He has to bite down on his lower lip to act like he is in fact not about to laugh.
âI- Iâm not laughing.â
âWell, youâre about to.â
âIâm not Lil. Where do you want this to go?â
âTo Hoseokâs. Iâm gonna kick your ass if you laugh.â
Thatâs the final straw. He canât help but let it out. Canât help but laugh hard. Youâre glaring at him hard. For a moment. Then the corners of your mouth are twitching as well. You try your best to suppress it but fail. Fail miserably when a chuckle escapes you.
âFuck you, Park. Fuck you.â Say through your pretty giggles as you leave him. Knowing very well, he would follow.
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âWhatâs in here anyway?â Jimin curiously questions you as he puts the boxes down.
âI have no idea. He had them in his trunk.â You answer honestly. Your laughter had finally died down and the situation slowly sinking into you. You and Jimin had finally broken the barrier of being professional. Back to calling him Park. Back to bickering. Back to being in the same spaces without trying to run away. All it took was a slip on your foot and a minute. Which is bad. After all, you still want to think you have a chance. Maybe keeping Jimin away wonât make it easy for you to leave this world one day. But thatâs less of a burden on your life. He is still in a relationship. You still want to make things right. So, you want him to leave now. Or you should leave him here.
âUhm... Thank you.â You blurt out before he can ask anything else. Making him turn around to look at you. Youâre not trying to be rude here. But it might look like that.
âYou want me to leave?â
No. Of course not.
âWell, I mean, you must have work to do Mr. CEO. Thanks for helping me. I should find Hoseokââ You step forward. This is awkward. And hurtful. That glint in Jiminâs eyes disappears. ââhis coffee. Do you need coffee? I can take you, yours.â You ramble, gesturing at the door. You still need to try. The sooner you get away, the sooner your heart will calm down. When did it start going crazy? When your heart calms down, you can remember why you should not get comfortable with Jimin again. Yet before you can step away, Jimin clutches your wrist. Stopping you.
Fuck, too late!â
âYou need to stop doing that. Thought you called me immature when I did that.â Jimin turns you around to face him. Softly. Your brain is starting to ring warning alarms. This is how it always start to mess up.
Get away now!
âDoing what?â
âTrying to avoid me. You were the one who told me talking is what we should do, not avoiding.â
âIâm not avoiding you Jimin. How can I avoid you when I walk into your office ten times in a day.â You try to free your hand subtly. He doesnât let you. Like earlier. And deep down you donât want him to let you go.
âYeah? And you would run away like Iâm about to eat you.â Jimin scowls. Isnât he though? Not all the time, no. But sometime thatâs how he looks at you. Give you the urge to spread your legs right then and there. You have good reasons to run away.
âI- Iââ
âAnd you asked me to stay away from you Lil.â
This time itâs you who are scowling. Gasp. âWhen did I ever say that?â Jimin doesnât answer you. Just give you a deadpan look. âAll I said was that you donât have to help me all the time.â
âWere you?â
âWell, itâs not like you replied to my texts. You donât get to accuse me.â You donât really feel mad. All you want is to leave. Every passing minute where youâre staring into his brown orbs, makes you greedy.
âYou asked me to stay away.â Jimin repeats. This time more sternly.
âI did not.â You match his voice.
âThatâs what you meant when you said that. You wanted to keep me away.â Last part leaves like a breathless whisper. Brushing past your entire body. Making you weak. Youâre becoming weak. Chest squeezing. âYou wanted me to stay away from you Lil. I was just doing that.â Jimin pulls you with your hand. Slowly. You take a step forward. See, weak. Greedy. His thumb is drawing comforting circles in your hand. How you missed his touch. Is watching you expectantly. Something in his eyes are forcing you to speak the truth. Youâre losing it.
âI wanted to try Jimin.â So, you give up. Sigh. Allow yourself to become greedy and get bewitched in his gaze.
âTry what?â
âTo stay away. We canât- canâtââ
Jimin scoffs. âWant a piece of advice Lil? I already tried that, and itâs not gonna work.â Whispers. You donât stop him when his free hand cups your cheek. Oh, here you go again. Like he said, it never was going to work.
âBut- but we need to try at least.â You try to downcast your eyes.
âWhat did she say to you? Liya?â Jimin keeps your face in place. Never letting your eyes wander away from him. Truth. Something is pulling you to tell the truth. âShe asked you to leave, didnât she?â
âShe has all the rightââ
âNo, she doesnât.â
âItâs rightfully her place Jimin. And we canât share it.â You try to reason.
âThatâs why you wanted me to stay away?â Jimin ignores your attempts.
Your heart is pounding in your ribcage. You want him to bring you even closer to him. A silence fall down as you simply nod.
âThen you wouldnât have asked me to do so, if it wasnât for her?â Asks again.
âYouâre in a relationship Jimin.â
âSo what? I wasnât in a one when everything happened. You didnât know I have a girlfriend when you let me fuck you?â
You shut your mouth. Thereâs no answer for that than admitting. You knew. You canât even be mad at Jimin for confronting you. He doesnât sound like heâs accusing. Is simply asking you a question.
âI did, butââ Jimin cutâs you down by cupping your cheeks with both of his hands this time. Closes the distance between you.
âThen what difference will it make now?â His gaze drops to your lips. Youâre certain, his lips would land on yours in a split second. And youâll let him. Youâre already anticipating that touch. But just before it happens, you find yourself stopping him with a question.
âSo, you still want me here then?â Youâre finally doing this. Asking questions that need to be asked. Jiminâs eyes shift back on to your eyes instead of your lips. A slight frown appearing in his forehead.
âWhat do you mean?â
âWell, even when Liya is here, you still want me? You still donât want me to leave?â Your voice is shaky. Jimin chuckles softly in disbelief.
âCourse I do baby. Why are you even asking that question?â
âYou left with Liya that night.â
You watch as Jiminâs features softens. Contrast to how his hands tighten. âI didnât know what I should do Lil.â Explains. You know heâs telling the truth this time.
âDo you now, then?â
A silence. A sigh. Deep one. And a shake of his head. âHonestly, no. I have no damn idea what I should do. Iâm fucking lost.â Despite his words he brings his face closer to you. âTell me what I should do baby.â You close your eyes to bask in this feeling. Loving the way his breathings tingle your face. âAks me to stop Lil. Ask me to go away. Maybe, you should reject me, if you still want to try.â You open your eyes to find his hazy ones. Droopy. You want to laugh at his request. Jimin is an asshole through and through. Is so fucking selfish to ask you to do that. You canât even blame him since he so graciously admitted he is. Well, if he can be selfish, you can too. Thereâs a bubble of annoyance that pushes you toward your greed. Pressing your lips into his which are so close to yours. You donât care. Jimin hums in appreciation. A clue that he never wanted you to reject him. Immediately, starts to work against your lips. Lips slotting with yours desperately. Inclining your head for better access. His tongue poking at the seam of your lips, begging for entrance. You give him that. Allowing him to lap with your tongue. Allow him to kiss you until your lunges scream.
Only drifting apart for a long breath before attacking each otherâs lips again. This is good. More than good. You had wanted, no, you had needed Jimin more than you knew. Itâs good to see he wants you as much as you do. Youâre clutching on to him eagerly. Kissing him back with a same kind of fervor. Moaning into his mouth. And you want to give him more. More than you need. Want him to know heâs driving you mad. You let your hands roam. Roam on his body. Starting from the back of his neck. Shoulders. Chest. His god sculptured abs. Touching him the best you can through the annoying clothing till your hand stops on his belt. You take a moment, just to tease him before you let it brush against his crotch. Jimin grunts and buck his hips instantly. Pulls away.
âDo it again baby please.â Moans.
âLike this.â You do it again. This time with enough pressure. Jimin lets out an inaudible gasp. Works in light speed when his hand falls on top of yours. Not letting you take your hand away. Guiding you to rub his hardening cock.
âLike that yes. Fuck. More princess please.â You whimper at his words when he keeps pressing your hand harder against his cock. You do as he wants. Like you always would. Squeezing and rubbing. Presses your lips against him once more when the light creaking sound of the door opening interrupts you. Suddenly. Your eyes go wide before you practically push Jimin away from you. In an inhuman speed. So forcefully that he stumbles. Barely catching his balance. You both turn around toward the door in right moment to catch Hoseok enters. Eyes landing on you. Freezing there for a moment since he clearly doesnât expect to see you here. Surprised. You and Jimin do the same. Frozen and staring at your friend dumbly. Only for a moment, though, then Hoseok is smiling. Stepping inside to allow Taehyung to enter after him.
âOh, youâre here? What are you doing?â Taehyung is the one who questions when he notices you and Jimin.
âJimin obviously helped her like the true gentleman he is, while you gaped at her underwear Kim Taehyung. Is that even a question?â Hoseok is the one who answers that question. Only that heâs not looking at Taehyung, but his eyes are on you. And Jimin. Smirking. Oh, he knows. He definitely knows.
âWhat? I couldâve helped her if you didnât drag my ass away.â Ever so clueless Taehyung argues while Hoseok keep his piercing gaze on you. Youâll have to let Jimin know. Specially now since Hoseok caught you for a second time. For now, however, you want to disappear.
âYour coffee, Iâll go and grab itâ You rush past the two men standing at the doorway fast as you can. Hardly catching Taehyung grumbling that he needs a Fizz instead. Apparently, that drink is like coke. You have found out. You only nod without looking back.
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Youâve been on edge the entire day. Not surprising that you did. Firstly, youâve been on edge due to how desperately you wanted to go back to Park Jimin. You were practically buzzing with anticipation. Your heart is not slowing down and the fire he lit inside you never dying down. When you went back to him with his coffee, this morning, your horny body and traitorous brain was eagerly hoping to start back from where you stopped. You could have probably. If it wasnât for Emi being inside with him. Not leaving. Politely and awkwardly gaping at you when you bid your time there. Wait and see if she would leave you alone to no avail. In the end, you had no option but to leave. The only thing that happened from that painful encounter was that you became more desperate. Jimin is to blame since he most definitely fucked you with his eyes. Staring at you shamelessly. Expression fucked up.
Then you had to wait till you have your moment again. There wasnât a problem since you normally have plenty of opportunities. Too much in fact that it makes you annoyed. But today, though, there were none. On the very day you wanted to go to Jimin, Hoseok didnât ask you to play his personal delivery service. So, secondly, youâve been on edge due to how Hoseok treated you. His little smirks and curious gazes. Watching you intently. Giving you enough work to busy yourself but never once asking you to go for Jimin. You were pretty sure he knew but you were too afraid to ask. So, you were playing dumb and hopefully waiting to take anything stupid, even a paper clip or stapler, to Jimin when Hoseok asks. He didnât. Not for an entire day. Making you wonder what he was playing at again.
Playing was what he did. For no doubt. It became positive when he decided to make you attend a, according to him- very informal and a little- meeting with one of their very important sponsors. Your presence was not required at all. And it was against the policies. You need to stay away from the company matters. But then there you were. Stupidly sitting there while trying hard not to gape at Jimin. Trying hard to keep your mind not wandering away. Imagining things. The way he would kiss you again. Bite on your lips. The way he would sucks on your neck. Marking. The way he would squeeze your tits. Rolling his thumbs over your nipples. How he would suck on them. How good it would be to see his blonde hair tickling your thighs while he bury his face in your cunt. Kiss your clit and dragging his tongue along your slit. How he would make you warm his cock again. Twitching inside you. Throbbing. Oh, what would you do to have that again. Yet all you had was more desperation. Subtly squeezing your thighs together. All you had was glimpse of Jimin. Nothing more.
And you knew Jimin was struggling too. His eyes told you all. Was distracted through the entire meeting. Had mumble âHuh?â more than twenty times during that sixty-minute-long meeting. Couldnât keep his eyes away from you. Torture. Hoseok had put you in pure torture.
It's pathetic how horny you are now when the day is finally nearing an end. Your mind is going haywire as you wait outside the Hoseokâs office. Resting your ass against his secretaryâs desk. Youâve warmed up to each other finally. He has long gone home. Building is getting isolated slowly. Silence spreading. It would be nice if your mind could go that silent as well. If it can shut up and stop thinking about hundred different ways Jimin can fuck you.
âYou want a ride?â You donât even hear Hoseok leaving his office until his voice erupts next to your ear suddenly. It doesnât even startle you. Too distracted and fucked up. You just hum in reply. âI can take you home if you want to.â Hoseok says again when you just dumbly stare at his face.
Going home? That means this day ends. That means you would not see Jimin again. You would have to wait a day, and youâll die. No. No, you canât wait that long. You want him. Jimin. Fuck you need him. He hasnât left yet now, has he?
âLi?â Hoseok mumbles again. Slowly. Suspiciously. As if heâs not sure whether youâre sick or not. You have no idea since when he started calling you that. Simply you canât care. You just blink at his face for a long minute. Making up your mind. Perking up the moment you do. Excited.
âYou go first. I have something I should take care.â You donât wait for him to reply. Already walking away.
âOh yeah? Good luck with that then.â
Can hear the teasing edge in his voice though.
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Your mind is repeating one thing and one thing only.
Fuck it!
You need Park Jimin.
Fuck the rest of the world and everyone in it.
Youâre going to fuck Park Jimin.
You donât care anymore. No. Not at all. Youâre breathing hard as you walk toward his office. Your heels clank loudly as you go since itâs all quite inside the building now. Youâre shaking slightly in pure desire when you finally reach his outer office. Seeing Emi has gone already. You donât even take a moment to think about what youâre doing. Nor do you wait to knock on his door either. Just pushing it open without a care when Jimin snaps his head toward you from his computer. His eyes go wide in surprise.
âLil?â Mumbles when youâre already walking forward. You catch him licking his lips. Nervous? Anticipation? Excited? You donât know. As long as he wonât stop you. Youâre fine.
You let your bag fall onto the floor softly. Not giving a double fuck. Do the same to your jacket as well. Are already unbuttoning your button up. You donât care!
This time you know Jimin licks his lips entirely in anticipation. Is looking at you with an open mouth. Breathing already shallow even before you reach him. He turns his chair away from the table so you can directly straddle him without further hassle. He catches you immediately. Welcoming you like youâve come home. Head falling down to your cleavage. Burying his face there and inhaling deeply. Groans.
âI canât Jimin. Fuck, I canât. Want you. Need you to say Fuck it.â You whimper as you keep his head in place. Jimin chuckles.
âI said fuck it a long-ago Lil.â
You say nothing. Just thread your fingers in his hair. Pulling from it to get him face you. Jimin looks surprised at your sudden change. Youâre the one who melts always. The one who waits till he gives you. You donât reach. Well, you normally donât but, youâre just a woman and have limits. And those limits snapped. Yet he says nothing when you nod and pull him into a rough kiss. Whimpering and moaning. Trying to hump your cunt into his crotch urgently. Getting annoyed when your stupid tight skirt is restricting your movements. Jimin takes the hint luckily, pulls the hem of your skirt up. Up through the curves of your ass. Bunching it up on your waist. Now youâre nearly naked on top of him. All the more reasons to be more needy. Feverish. Jimin kneads your ass cheeks. Pulling you into him more. Your aching cunt finally landing on where you want to be. Deliciously dragging along his pants. Driving you crazier. Your fingers leaves his hair to reach his shirt instead. To unbutton him. But he suddenly pulls away. Grabs your hand, stopping you from unbuttoning him.
âW-wait.â Mutters. Your movement falters. Eyes going big. Is he really rejecting you now? Has he changed his mind? The way he brings your hand to his mouth to kiss it tenderly says otherwise, however. âI need you to think.â Says. Voice thick with adoration. Youâre very confused though. Frowning at him. Nothing makes sense to you.
âThink what?â
âIf we do this now baby, youâre fucking stuck with me. You know, like I said, I donât know what I should do. I really donât have a single idea what Iâm going to do. Still, if weâre going to do this, Iâm gonna act like youâre mine.â Jimin rambles. Breathless. And so does he take your breath away as well. âIâm going to be fucking jealous and possessive Lil. Thereâs nothing casual here. Iâm not going to say this is just sex and then watch you go on with other men. No. Iâm gonna be so fucking annoying to you.â He presses his forehead against yours. You feel like your heart is about to explode from your chest. Why does this feel like a confession. âEven though, Iâm in no position to do so. Well, I- I know this is so wrong to say bu- but I just canât go and break up with- you know, itâs complicatedââ
You stop him. By squeezing his hand. Just give him a few nods. Itâs not like you came here for anything more. Despite the way you feel your heart breaks at his word. The painful realization of youâre never going to be the first, dawning on you. Youâll be the hidden secret behind closed doors and drawn curtains. But itâs okay. You donât expect more. Youâre already cursed. Cursed to be in this position with this man. So, you let him know you understand. Jimin brings his free hand to cradle your cheek. With the back of his hand. Softly.
âSo, I need you to think Lil. Iâm not going to let you go. Even though I have no right, Iâm going to act like I do. Iâm gonna say youâre mine, and mine only. Itâs not fair baby. You donât deserve that shit. Iâve already made your life a mess. I donât want to drag you deeper into this shit. So, maybe this is not the right time to ask but think baby, be sure.â
You pull away from him. To get a better look at his eyes. Feeling torn between emotional and horny. See, Jimin is the most selfish jerk youâve ever met. He doesnât want to drag you deeper into this mess. No. He wants you to walk into that mess. Hand in hand. Selfish. Too fucking selfish. The imperfect Park Jimin. Just a human. And oh, how heâs perfect in your eyes. How youâre not feeling any anger. Remorse. How obsessed youâre with him.
âThis is not just casual?â You finally ask after keeping him on edge for minutes.
âNo. Youâre only mine.â Jimin shuffles in the seat making your half bare chest presses against his clothed one.
âThen what about, uh.. what? Liya? Do you do this withââ
âNo. No I havenât for so long and I donât think I will again. Not whenââ He doesnât complete his sentence. Instead puts his hands on your thighs. Slowly rubbing. You arch into his touch. Shivering. âLil?â Gives you a fleeting kiss. Is looking at you hopefully.
Well, it is just like you think. Youâre the one behind the curtains. Liyaâs the one who will live life out there. The answer you give will determine whether you want to become that person. The mistress you refused to become. But you canât lie to yourself. Despite how hard it hurts; you love it when Jimin said youâre his. You love that he is jealous. Simply you will never get to say or feel those things in return. Thatâs it. And youâre fine. Fine as long as he would give you this. Not sex. No. Being with you this way even as a secret.
âI want you, Park.â You say sternly. No wavering in your voice. Clear and precise. Making Jiminâs breath hitch. He breathes out shakily.
âAre you sure?â Yet he asks again. âIâm not going to share you.â
âYes. Iâm sure.â
âYouâre not going to kick my ass later when Iâm annoying you, will you?â Thereâs such a glint his eyes that makes your heart swell. You chuckle breathlessly. Nudge his nose with yours.
âI think Iâll love it when you annoy my ass.â
âYeah?â
 âYeah, will you please fuck me now? I- Iâm justââ
âI knowâ Jimin whispers. Saves you from having to explain your desperation. Pulls you into another tender kiss. And thatâs all it take. Youâre practically savoring each other. Swallowing each otherâs moans and humping like horny rabbits. You finally being able to unbutton his shirt at the right moment he stands up. Picking you up with him. The surprised shriek you make is yet again muffled by him. He puts you down on his table. Easily. Like youâre a doll. Your skirt is still bunched up in your waist and your shirt open. You prop onto your elbows to keep your balance when Jimin urges your legs apart. Cursing loud.
âShit!â Bends down to catch your lips in a kiss again. âYou have a fucking pretty pussy Lil.â Informs you before he straightens again. Just to peer at your cunt. âTake your tits out for me princess.â
Youâre quick to comply. Pulling your bra down to reveal your hard nipples. He smiles in approval. Doesnât touch them though. Ghosts his fingers over your cunt. Leaving barely there touches that gets you bucking your hips desperately.
âEager, are we?â Taunts you.
âOh, please Jimin you have no idea, how much I- oh god.â A gentle press in your clit makes your words turn into a moan.
âAnd you think I havenât. I was rock hard all day. All because I couldnât get this cunt out from my mind.â Jimin clicks his tongue. Gets you slightly jumpy when he hooks a finger inside your underwear. Curling it around the material. Forming a thin line out of the fabric. You watch him curiously and breathlessly. He just gently tugs the fabric up. In a way that it perfectly presses against your swollen nub. Your ass nearly laves the tabletop as you hurriedly grabs his wrist.
âNo, no, I will cum Jimin. I canât.â
âSo, go ahead. Cum.â Jimin smirks sinfully before pulling the fabric down. You tremble. Then he pulls it up again. This time a bit harder than before. Not enough for you to hurt. Just enough to feel the pressure of it pressing against your clit. Keeps it there. Then down again. Up. Then down. With every tug Jimin making sure to rub the soft material on your clit good. Deliciously. Over and over again. Massaging your cunt with it.
âYou gonna cum already princess?â He coos while youâre slowly starting to tense up your body. Hands frantically and blindly searching for purchase on something. To hold onto something to keep you sane.
âYeah? You do? I havenât even touched you baby. And youâre already coming? Look how much youâre dripping on to my table.â Jiminâs eyes are glued to your cunt. Doing a damn great job. Creates a perfect amount of pressure in your slit. All you can do is whimper. Moan. Spread your legs further. Allowing him to play with you all the much he want. âAll Iâm doing is tugging at your panties and youâre going to cum? Youâre that desperate for me?â He shifts his gaze from your sloppy cunt to your face. Leans forward. Kisses you sloppily. Trails his hips down to your chin and then throat. Mouth into your skin. Getting drunk on you. Your smell. Pulls away to peek at your face, searching for something. Is making sure his words are not too much. You just know him. Nothing to be surprised anymore. You just nod. Greenlight. Jimin dips down again. This time to take one of your hardened nipples in his mouth. Sucking and gently biting. Pays equal attention to the other one, all the while his hand doesnât stop rubbing your own underwear in your cunt. Pops your tit out of his mouth.
âYou look so good spread out on my fucking office desk Lil. You look fucking gorgeous. Such a good slut hm? Fucking desperate. Do you realize youâre whoring yourself for me?â Fills your ears with filth. âBe a good girl and cum. You can cum like this, right? All you need is anything to touch your slutty clit. And youâre going to be a good slut and cum for me hard. Go onâ Tugs a little hard on the fabric that is rubbing against your slit. Your head is spinning. Your body is tensing up. Tears start to blur your sight. And then that knot is exploding. Your back arching and your hands giving up on keeping you propped. âYeah, like that. Cum baby, cum for me.â You fall back on your back. Accidentally, knocking something on Jiminâs desk to the floor. About which neither of you care. Jimin keeps rubbing your clit to drag your high as long as he can. Only stopping when you wince but you can already feel him tugging your panty down. Forcing you to open your eyes which you didnât know you had closed. You raise your head hardly to catch him fall down on to his knees.
âJ-Jimin.â You straighten up immediately. At the right moment, Jimin buries his face between your thighs. Causing them to shake. âHoly fuck, it- itâsââ
âMore Lil. You can. You can cum more for me. Want to make you cum till you canât anymore. Câmon again.â His words make your cunt vibrate. He wastes no time in starting to drag his tongue over and over your slit. Repeatedly. Working you up again within mere seconds. Latches his lips into your clit while peek up at you. He looks drunk. Just like the day at the cottage. This is exactly how fucked up and drunk he looked.
Fuck!
You canât. This one is going to be even faster. Especially, since Jimin is ravishing on your cunt like a mad man. Loud embarrassing, slurpy noises filling the air. And then youâre really a goner when he slips a finger inside your quavering hole without any notice. You squeak. Press your cunt more into his face.
âYes, oh god yes, Jiminie donât stop. Iâm c-close, so close, baby I-I mmhmâ
He adds a second finger. Curles. Presses on that spot. You nearly make him suffocate on your cunt when he adds a third. Throwing you over your edge for the second time just as his finger starts to slip inside. He keeps licking and slowly pumping his fingers inside you for couple more minutes. Before standing up fast again. Doesnât even allow a minute for you to catch your breath when heâs back at kissing you. Your own taste spreading across your taste buds. He bites on your lower lip. Looks mad. Eyes all pupils and face flushed.
âMore princess, tell me you can take more. My cock hurts...â
âC-course I c-can Jimin. I-I want you. Want you bad, need your cock inside me. Now please.â
âThatâs my girl.â Jimin pulls away to fumble with his pants. Belt thrown away and undoing the fly. Pulling down his suit pant along with his boxers. Freeing his throbbing cock. Youâll never get used to seeing it. Never will not be aroused at the sight. Never learn not to whimper impatiently when he wraps his slender fingers around the shaft. Mesmerizing. Your mouth is literally watering. Jimin stands between your spread legs. No more teasing, it seems. Is nudging his flushed tip against your sensitive, swollen nub immediately. Makin you both moan.
âI really want to see you choke on my cock baby, but I canât wait anymoreââ Jimin mumbles as he drags his tip across your slit. Rubs it up and down. You tremble in excitement. ââ but you know whatâs good? We can do it the next time. And then again in the next andââ His words are muffled by his clenched teeth when he suddenly thrusts inside you in a one go. ââand next.â Lets out a breath of relief when you scream his name. Hands find purchase on his shirt sleeve. Pulling him closer to you so that his next words are whispered against your lips. âBecause youâre mine, baby. Mine.â He pulls out his cock almost all the way out. âMine.â Thrusts back hard. Splitting you open and stretching you wide. Good. Delicious.
âOh god Jimin. Fuck.â
âSay youâre mine Lil. Say I can do this all the much I want.â Thrust. âTell me.â Thrust. Harder than before the desk rattles under you. Jimin grabs your jaw. Making you look at him. âSay it baby. Say youâre my slut.â He slams inside you. Itâs not that youâre not answering. Simply, your brain isnât working properly. You canât gather coherent thoughts let alone voice them out. âSay it.â He squeezes your cheeks as he slams inside you harder again. Pace slow but hard. Plunging deep inside you every time he moves forward. A tangled noise leaves you as you struggle to find your words.
âY-you- yours Ji-Jimin. Iâm y-your slut. Iâm a-a-all.. oh, fuck.. Iâm yours.â You donât know what youâre saying anymore. They are all just sounds leaving your mouth. Jimin has picked up his speed. Evidently losing control, at your words.
âFuck, thatâs right. Mine. My slut. Gonna take a good care of you baby.â He urges your legs further apart. You give up trying to stay up right. Once again falling down to your back and taking each thrust Jimin gives you graciously. Greedily. Sucking up his cock. Clenching and convulsing around him. Trying to milk him out. His perfect pounding makes his cock head hitting your spot repeatedly. Melting you. Bringing you closer to another climax far too soon. You just need a little push. Sputtering and wailing, you weakly snake your hands between your bodies. Trying to chase that high. You nearly touch the bud when your hand suddenly pushes away. Harsh. Jimin leans over you instantly. Pining your hand next to your head tightly.
âNo touching.â Growls. âJust take it like a good girl.â You suck in a sharp breath. âYeah, fuck like that. Take it all baby. Fucking ahhhh.. take it.â
Youâre pretty sure youâre drooling. His thrusts are turning animalistic. Is pounding you. You can hear him spill more filth, but all are becoming a white mess. Stars appearing behind your closed eyelids. You donât need to touch your clit after all. Your third orgasm hits you like a shockwave. Making you choke on your sobs.
âJimin... Jimin... oh, pleaseâŠâ Youâre crying. Donât even know why youâre begging. Body shaking. Wraps your legs around his waist feebly.
âIâm here baby. Let go. I got you. Like that, gonna cum too princess, shit, youâre squeezing me so tight. Mmhp⊠Fuckââ Jimin grits his teeth tightly as you reluctantly let go if him when he promptly pulls out. Ropes of his seeds shooting across your thigh. âFuck, fuck, fuck.â Jimin keeps cursing. Spilling every last drop he can give into your skin. Until he canât hold it up anymore and nearly collapse on you. Hiding his face on your neck. You know his knees must be wobbly now. You gently thread your fingers in his hair. Softly scraping his scalp when he purr into you. Draws back after couple minutes.
âAre you okay?â Breathes. You just hum in reply. Lying there in bliss. Jimin slowly withdraws from you. Taking the sight of your wrecked figure, covered in his cum. You watch as he reaches for a box of tissues. Grabbing few to clean you up. Almost dab it on your skin when your hoarse voice surprises you both. You donât know what demon has possessed you.
âThatâs such a waste.â Your own eyes go wide when Jimin shifts his eyes to your face.
âJesus, Lil, what?â He knows what youâre implying. You can see his gaze darkening once again. Youâre insatiable, arenât you?
âYour cum.â Your heart is starting to race again.
âYeah? God youâre fucking dirty. What do you want then? Want me to do this?â Jimin throws the tissues away. Doesnât hesitate a bit when he coats two of his fingers with the white substance spilled over your thigh. Doesnât mind a bit when he brings those fingers to your lips. You open them willingly, allowing Jimin to push his fingers inside you. Laps your tongue around them. Humming at the salty taste. Watching how Jimin visibly loses his mind again. He takes his fingers back, just to coat them again in his cum and to feed them to you. And again. You suck them off his fingers each time. Staring to squirm and writh again. But what makes you cry out is when he gathers the remaining of his seed for the fourth time. And instead of pushing his fingers in yours, he puts them inside his mouth. Sucking while looking you dead in the eye. You almost cum again.
âHoly, fuck JiminâŠâ You curse loudly, hips bucking up involuntarily.
âAgain?â Jimin asks the moment heâs done with cleaning his own fingers.
âGod yes.â You nearly jump at him. Pulling him into a frenzied kiss. Opening your legs again without a care. Giving him everything and taking all, you can. You donât care anymore. Not at all. You donât give a fuck about being the secret.
âFuck yes baby.â Jimin mutters as he plunges his already hard cock inside your spent cunt again. âMy pretty slut. Mine.â
You just moan. Pathetic. Yet so good.
Youâre going to live this life. Going to make peace with it. Going to make peace with being the person you are now.
The Other Woman.
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Hi!! thank you for taking requests! Can I please request Wonwoo - Hurt Prompt 30#
Thank you! đ©”
hello dear! thank you so much for requesting! đ hopefully you will like it!
hurt prompt: 'you could've died!'. 'i didn't.' 'well you were pretty fucking close!'
to wonwoo it felt like an euphoria. you can tell just from the way he runs back to you, grinning from ear to ear, completely oblivious to inner turmoil that's happening inside of you. his eyes are sparkling and his excitement spills out in form of loud ramblings and grand gestures. you try to keep up, to fake a smile and calm your racing heart, but it's hard to give back the same energy to your boyfriend, when you had a full blown panic attack.
'hey, babe, what's wrong?' he asks, finally clocking your unusual quietness. 'did something happen?'
you can not say a thing - that is an option. that is the option that will guarantee you both a good night with no fights. but letting this rot inside of you is a bad idea, so you go for the truth: 'i can't believe you went over there, when everyone knows how dangerous that is.'
wonwoo catches anger notes in your voice easily and frowns, confused by the reaction. 'yes? well, motorsport is dangerous, yes. nothing happened though.'
but it could have you want to scream at his face, but for now your patience did not snap. you try to stay calm, while explaining how watching him do all of this made you feel like you're drowning. that it made you anxious, stressed and set off all alarms in your brains to a panic mode. how when he fell you stopped breathing, your heart froze and didn't beat until he stood up and waved that everything is fine. wonwoo listens attentively like he always does, but it's clear that your words don't ring any bells, when he pinpoints all the special things he wore for safety.
'it's not like i was doing it professionally,' wonwoo finishes, getting irritated with the fact that something that brough him so much joy is not being put down. 'so it's all good.'
'you could've died!' you finally give in to the urge to shout.
'i didn't.' wonwoo cuts off, looking around. he always hated messy fights in front of the audience and he hoped you were not about to start one. 'i just fell. i didn't die.'
'well you were pretty fucking close!' you hiss, hitting his chest with all the strength you have.
wonwoo catches your hand, glaring at you as he quietly asks you to calm down. his tone implies on a highest level of annoyance from his side and tears cloud your vision, because he doesn't understand and to him you're just throwing a tantrum about nothing.
'you mean so much me, how do you think i felt when you fell?' you whisper in a shaky voice.
that seems to get through his brain and wonwoo's eyes widen. his grip on your hand instantly slackens and he pulls you in a hug, noticing your tears. 'oh,' he mutters, hugging you close. 'i'm- i'm sorry baby, don't cry.'
he didn't get it, you know. he's acting like this right now only because sight of your tears always affects him strongly; he still thinks you're overreacting in the end. hugging him back, you think that maybe for now this is enough. maybe later you will be able to explain him how mortifying it is when you watch someone you love do something dangerous. that would be later though. for now, you snuggle into his arms and sigh, being happy with understanding that he is here and he is safe and well. that is enough for now.
a/n: request your own here! <3 - nini
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They can never make me hate you Tilikum đ«¶đ»
For those who donât know Tilikum was a 35 year old male orca who was kidnapped from his pod at two years old to be sold off to a park in canada called âSea landâ where he got abused by the other orcas because the trainer wouldnât feed the other orcas if Tilly didnât do the trick right (mind you he was a BABY.)
He killed a girl named Keltie Byrne while at Sealand. While his motives for that was unclear it was theorized to be because of his frustration since he was constantly raked and abused by the other orcas every night.
A while later Tilly was sold to SeaWorld where he was constantly used as a âbreederâ because of his size and genetics despite his record of killing people. One day the morning shift found a dead naked man in Tillyâs tank later identified as David P Dukes who had broken into seaworld and had seemingly tried to swim with Tilly, He was found drowned with several injuries. Seaworld said Tilly hadnât killed him and that he was just was trying to play with the corpse. Which i have a 50/50 opinion on, i could see Tilly trying to play with the body but also i could see Tilly being the cause of Davidâs death. Mainly because Tilly also got abused and outcasted by the orcas at SeaWorld, His only company was the humans who he was trained by, He was constantly stressed and starved and hurt due to both seaworld and the orcas. He had no output for his emotions. Just a empty concrete pool too small for him, So either way he had done something to David wether he be alive or dead, I just think Tilly was doing it out of frustration.
Despite this happening Tilly was still used in shows and in a breeding program, Trainers said that Tilly was eager to please and happy to be around them, He was also incredibly gentle with his very sick offspring even though the calf ended up dying (i canât remember their gender and i canât find it anywhere but they were possibly male, they didnât even get named.)
Tilikum didnât want to be a violent orca. He just wanted to be free. He spent his entire life in what was basically a bathtub with iirc 27 other orcas. Imagine being locked in a bathtub your entire life with people who hate you and want to hurt you. Only ever getting fed if you do tricks right.
That was Tilikumâs life.
In 2010 during a dine with shamu, Tilikum had went above and beyond on a trick, But he hadnât heard the whistle to come back and get his reward, When he had come to get it his trainer, Dawn Brancheu had to tell him no since he hadnât come at the recall, She was also running low on fish to which Tilikum could tell thanks to the ice rolling around in the bucket.
Tilikum should NOT have been in these shows in the first place. While i sympathize and love Tilikum it does NOT change the fact he was a liability to the trainers. Tilikum shouldâve been released back into the wild after what happened with Keltie, If they had done that ALL of this couldâve been prevented. But because of Greed they kept him in captivity to be abused starved hurt and blamed.
He was frustrated and hungry, And Dawn had gotten on a laying platform WHICH SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN ALLOWED. Tilikum was known to be possessive and potentially aggressive if met with the right situation. Tilikum had swam up to Dawn after a while, Tilikum had lashed out and grabbed Dawn and drowned her in front of a horrified crowd. After they retrieved Dawnâs body Tilikum was seen near her corpse looking at her and vocalizing.
And even after that, TILIKUM WAS STILL USED IN SHOWS.
That should have NEVER been allowed. While it had been forbidden after for trainers to be in the water it didnât stop SeaWorld from abusing Tilikum. They left him in a too small pool ALONE for 80% of his life after Dawnâs tragic death. In 2013 a film called BlackFish (which is on Netflix) came out shedding some light on what had happened to Tilikum and other orcas.
In 2017 Tilikum died alone, hurt, starved, and suffering because of a respiratory infection.
They could never make me hate Tilly.
It wasnât his fault.
It wasnât Dawnâs fault.
It wasnât Davidâs fault.
It wasnât Keltieâs fault.
It was entirely SeaWorld/Landâs fault.
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Miedica. đ lamine yamal x black!reader
đ€ summary. Lamine is taking you on your first date together and he teases you for how awkward you are.
đ€ warnings. just fluff and banter i fear! also y/n usage đđ
đ€ wc. 600+
đ€ yap! i love lamine yamal nasraoui ebana with my heart. my starboy, golden boy, and my favorite boy. i fear no one loves him like i love him no beyoncĂ©/yeah yeah yeahs. extra special dedication to myself because lamine is the loml!!
đ€ my girls <3. @ar4ujos @halfwayhearted @hrts4havertz @iovepoem @planetpedri !!
Now playing ⊠While Weâre Young by Jhene Aiko.
Baby while weâre young, I think we should do something crazy. Like say, âfuck everyoneâ and just run away from the daily routine. Yeah you know what I mean.
You were terrified. This was your first date with Lamine and your first date, well⊠ever. You had never been asked on one by a guy in a romantic way, not that it bothered you. It was just nerve-wracking that the guy you ended up liking the most would be the one. You didnât know what to do, how to dress, or what to expect.
This was all new to youâand unfortunately, Lamine wasnât going to let you live it down.
You arrived at the agreed place (the local fair), looking anxiously around for him. Maybe it would have been smarter to go together, but you werenât ready for an awkward car ride quite yet.
âY/n!â You heard a familiar voice call out to you. That same voice that melted cooly into your ears whenever you heard it, whether it was in person or his interviews.
You turned around, face to face with Lamine. âHi Lamine.â You smiled, hoping your fear wasnât displayed on your face for him to see.
âYou look⊠amazing,â he returned the smile. âIs that the bracelet I got you?â He lifted your arm so he could see it more clearly. One thing about Lamine was that he had no sense of boundaries when it came to his friends. He was just a touchy person, growing up with the trait. You loved it about him.
âYeah, it is,â you responded, feeling your face heat up with embarrassment. You hadnât expected him to notice, certainly not this fast. Pulling your arm back, you asked, âReady to go inside?â
Lamine tried to cover up his frown, masking it with his same award-winning smile. âYeah.â He grabbed your hand, leading you in.
You passed a few rides and games before your eyes landed on the cutest plush tiger. âOh my gosh, I need that tiger.â
âWhich one?â He asked, standing next to you as you both looked at the vendor. You pointed to it and he nodded firmly. âWatch me work.â He held your hand, waving you through the sea of people. It sent a jolt through your body, his constant touchyness bringing you butterflies.
âLamine, youâre insane,â you giggled as he handed the vendor his tickets.
âOh, Iâm insane for wanting to make you happy, okay,â he sarcastically responded, a sly smirk on his face. âIâm gonna win this tiger for you, miedica.â
âDisculpe? Miedica who?â You acted fake-offended, gasping and putting your hand on your chest.
He roller his eyes jokingly saying, âForgot HĂ©ctor was teaching you Spanish. I need to tell him to stop.â
You giggled in response, watching him as he attempted to win your tiger. He did just that, handing the plush to you once won.
âThank you, Lamine,â you smiled, holding the tiger close to you.
âOf course, miedica.â
Telling everybody your mine, and I like it. And I really hope you donât mind, I canât fight it. No, you know I cannot hide it âcause Iâm so excited that I finally decided on you.
As the date went on, you realized maybe this wasnât so bad. Until you got to the ferris wheel.
It was going so well, but he just had to recommend the most intimate ride of them all. Okay, fine. You were going to be super calm and chill about this.
Except your heart felt like it was pounding out of your chest and you thought you were going to drown in sweat. Could you really do this? Was this going to be too much?
âAre you okay?â He broke you out of your thoughts.
âYeah, Iâm fine. Just thinking,â you responded. Half-truth, half-lie.
He nodded, grabbing your hand again and guiding you to your spot. You two were way too close together on this ferris wheel. Your shoulders were touching and you kept âaccidentallyâ brushing hands.
Lamine looked over at you and said playfully, âHey, miedica. Are you scared of me or something? You act like this is your first date.â
You didnât respond, just giving him a blank look.
His eyes slightly widened before saying, âWait, it is?â When your nod gave him conformation, he continued teasingly, âIâm honored to be your first.â
âYouâre saying it like itâs a kiss,â you scoffed with an eyeroll.
âWere we not going to do that?â He asked. When he saw your fear he followed up with, âJust joking. But if youâre offeringâŠâ
âLamine!â You playfully hit him on his arm as if you were reprimanding a toddler for their wrongdoing. âI donât know, no oneâs ever asked me on a one-on-one date before.â
âStrange. So thatâs why youâve been such a scaredy cat all night.â
You glared at him saying, âScaredy cat?â
He put his hands up as if he was surrendering. âNo, I just mean whenever I grabbed your hand youâd flinch. I was starting to think you didnât like me.â
Your face softened, a smile growing. âThe problem is I like you a lot. I donât know how to show that.â
Lamine smiled, saying, âWell, we can start with this.â He grabbed your hand, your fingers lacing inbetween his.
#sakashq#lamine yamal x black!reader#lamine yamal#football#fc barcelona#barcelona#la liga#lamine yamal fluff
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I've never been able to get over stories where the abused becomes the villain. True of any media that has this trope, really, but especially true of Sephiroth. He makes my heart hurt.
Created to be nothing but a weapon, abused and manipulated and experimented on from childhood. Sent to go fight Shinra's wars for them, desensitized to killing from a young age, but still managing to hold onto his kindness somehow. They made him into a legend larger than life for their propaganda, while simultaneously de-humanizing him in the worst ways, isolating Seph to the point where no one around him, not even his closest companions, even realized that he needed support. There's hints that no one around him really knew his background by the things they say - the only one who was aware of the extent of his mistreatment was his abuser. He was a high functioning individual - who would be arrogant enough to assume that The General could need help? Who would dare?
And I don't blame Angeal or Genesis or Zack for not realizing. Along with them simply not knowing there was an issue that needed addressing, Sephiroth probably kept it from them on purpose - whether by choice or necessity or outside influence or self preservation.
Sephiroth just wanted a normal life too. He didn't like having his picture taken, but endured because he had to, and because other people wanted it of him. He didn't really care to compete for the title of hero with Genesis, even though Genesis didn't seem to believe it. He took care of his troops, and we see in that one cut scene where he failed to save a soldier, that he still got upset over stuff like that. All those years of killing and losing his men to Shinra's missions and he hasn't truly become numb to it.
And then nearing the end, after first being told he's a monster by one of his former friends, and then later spending a week in that library not eating or drinking or sleeping, left alone to his devices because who would assume that the most competent general of their time can be in a vulnerable state, and shouldn't be left alone right now?
After learning the "truth" about his origins, and after a lifetime of systematic abuse, no longer believing he's even human anymore. And then the only person offering him a hand in his darkest moments is the one he shouldn't have taken. But at that point - could you blame him? Whether or not the post nibelheim Sephiroth is truly him or just a puppet for Jenova I'm uncertain about, but the end result is that from start to finish - Sephiroth never manages to break free from the whims of those who wanted to use him.
And because he gave into his worse demons - he won't receive a happy ending. He won't be saved. There's no comfort for him, no opportunity to rest and heal and grow. His childhood wish to live a normal life will never come to pass.
Watching Sephiroth's story unfold is like watching someone drown in front of you while surrounded by a crowd of people. And the one drowning doesn't even scream for help because he's been conditioned to believe that the suffocation is normal.
I will NEVER get over him. It doesn't excuse what he did after Nibelheim, I'm aware of that, but I can't help but remember that people only ever had praise for him while he was burning villages down in Wutai on Shinra's behalf.
It doesn't excuse his actions. But I will NEVER be able to forget all the ways the world failed him first.
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Can I make a request for Poseidon?
Maybe Mortal reader accidentally turns into a mermaid due to Loki or something and Poseidon's reaction to his lover's new appearance?
-It had started off as a prank by Loki, one that was meant to be harmless, one that wouldnât actually hurt anyone- as he wanted to see Poseidonâs reaction as he was tired of not getting any other reaction besides anger whenever he pranked the Greek God.
-Despite being a human, Poseidon adored you- as you werenât like other humans, you respected the ocean, and you were a light in his dull world- one that brought him happiness.
-When Loki ran in suddenly while the two of you were enjoying tea together, Loki threw something at you which exploded on contact, surrounding you in blue smoke as you cried out in fear, not knowing what was going on.
-While wanting to give chase to Loki, Poseidonâs full attention was on you first, waving his hands to get the smoke to dissipate, âY/N?!â
-When the smoke cleared he froze, his eyes going wide as he took a step back in shock, seeing that you were now a mermaid- your legs being changed to a tail that was the same color of your beautiful eyes.
-You looked down and squeaked in surprise, seeing the same thing before you turned to your lover who was quick to kneel and have you in his arms, hugging you close, seeing that you were alright.
-Poseidon held you easily, carrying you princess style, which was rather embarrassing, holding your bright red cheeks which was amusing as he took you outside to the ocean outside his palace and set you in the water, wanting you to be comfortable.
-You found that you had also gained gills on the side of your ribs after you removed your shirt, feeling something scratching you, and Poseidon took your hands in his own as he pulled out into the water.
-While it felt weird breathing underwater as you also learned how to swim with your new tail, looking a bit uncoordinated, but to Poseidon you looked so beautiful, a smile on his lips.
-Perhaps, with your blessing if it was okay with you, he would go to Loki and ask him for more of what made you a mermaid- so he could spend time with you like this as well.
-While a bit embarrassing at first as you had to learn how to swim again, you had fun, being able to swim and keep up with Poseidon, being able to dance in the water with him.
-The effects of whatever Loki used only lasted for a few hours and when your tail started to fade, splitting into two, Poseidon was quick to rocket you back to shore, to keep you from accidentally drowning.
-Loki was surprised to see a different reaction on Poseidon when he finally hunted Loki down the following day, seeing happiness and joy on Poseidonâs face as he asked Loki for more of the concoction he used to change you into a mermaid.
-Loki was amused, seeing Poseidon so happy, he couldnât help but cackle like a gremlin, now knowing one of Poseidonâs ticks.
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Dongfang yanwai & Lanhua niangzi | Drowning in her eyes...
#He's the one I want to drown in happiness#èć
°èŻ#Let's add a little metaphors to the studio#clj fan art#clj#cang lan jue#dongfang qingcang#xiao lanhua#xlh#dfqc#love between fairy and devil#lbfad#clj-art-blog#my 38th | 39th clj art
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this is what i think of when third party voters go around acting morally superior because they don't want to get their hands dirty like the rest of us. they're toddlers having temper tantrums because instead of using the system in a way that could benefit them in the long term like the extremist Republicans have been doing for decades, third party voters refuse to participate in local civics & then claim the entire country is already fascist. they're so cute in their naivety if they think the US can't get any worse.
what the fuck do you think will happen if you try to protest against a government with a military as massive, lethal, & expensive as ours. who do you think will be sacrificed first? oh what's that? crickets? thought so. i'm a white woman but i will absolutely use my voice to point out leftists can be racist as fuck & the anti-blackness in your spaces can be absolutely fucking wild. not everyone leftist is white, but many that are can be pretty problematic.
if you think i'm selfish then fine. if you state that you would gladly exchange my life for a Palestinian like one of you said in a comment to me a few weeks ago then fine. i'm out here fighting to make sure the people who live here in this country don't experience our own Holocaust.
if you have a problem with people wanting to fight this while claiming you're anti-genocide, you're a fucking liar & a hypocrite. you won't know what the fuck to do in a true fascist country. i don't doubt there are pockets of fascism already existing here but you thinking it's already the worst it can be is as infuriating as people who think the government is creating their massive hurricanes using weather machines. you sound just as childish & delusional. you already sound like children because you will never take responsibility for your choices if it ends up helping him win.
jill stein's campaign is a sham. she is deliberately running as a spoiler. she's a wealthy white woman who lives in a mostly white affluent neighborhood. she's going around lecturing black people about white supremacy. she is getting funds from Republicans as well as help from trump's lawyers. Lockheed Martin has given her money. she's involved in shady as fuck index funds for companies that harm the environment. she only started talking about Gaza during this election cycle to hit you in the feelings so she can bank on it. she made a whole stink about needing a recount, raised a bunch of money for that, & then that money disappeared who knows where. do you all hear this? do you care? no, you're just like maga with their orange Jesus. you don't give a FUCK about stein's red flags because she's "different."
if Harris loses & you blame anyone but yourselves, you're cowardly traitors who threw us regular Americans to the wolves because of your precious fucking principles. history has shown time & time again that protest voting typically allows something worse to take control. it's hardly ever beneficial to the people. you're vile. you don't want to make this world a better place by allowing so many near you to suffer & die. if both sides are the same then please tell me you're okay with another trump presidency. or just shut the fuck up.
i look forward to more potentially heartwarming messages saying that my life doesn't mean shit from people who allegedly are against the death penalty & are pro-human rights đ„°
please vote, don't stop talking about Project 2025, etc. i hope enough of us vote in a way that these pathetic third party voters don't gain any kind of traction. at this point i'm just angry at their hypocrisy when they don't even listen to other protestors who live here & are begging them to not vote third party. i refuse to listen to y'all not take responsibility for your part. Project 2025 will hurt us all but apparently you're okay with that or you think it's already here. smooth brain takes all around. anyways good luck & stay safe to anyone who votes blue đ
#third party#green party#jill stein#jill stein is a putin plant#jill stein sucks#she will save no one#she can't even call putin a war criminal#do y'all not care about Ukraine#or do they deserve this treatment as well#y'all are so anti war you're more than happy to see it happen tee hee#you're not morallu superior#you're a selfish child#i would like to protect our most vulnerable here#your lack of voting for harris isn't hurting her#it's hurting the rest of us#in the end we'll all be screwed if he wins#the revolution isn't going to happen the way you want it#the fascists here are extremely well organized and have been playing a long game#the leftists in this country are nowhere near this organized or backed up#i kind of fucking hate you#so i look forward to more messages about how my life doesn't matter#you sure showed the system lmao#us politics#please vote#vote blue#let's drown out these selfish naive voters#project 2025#stop project 2025#agenda 47#kamala harris
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#random personal stuff#coworker walks past my desk says something in passing#I don't hear it immediately because I have earbuds in to drown out the noise from other coworker#by the time I take them out and realize I was wished a happy Flag Day?#he had already gone to other coworker's desk#and I heard 'YOU AND I are the ONLY ones...'#and the earbuds went back in#I'm sure I'm probably an ignorant un American whatever-label-they-want-to-slap-on-me for not replying but I didn't hear in time!#(and I wish people would take notice of the wired earbuds before trying to talk to me)#anyway I'm trying to ignore things but the cliqueishness of these two does bother me#it seems worse now that we don't have a library director#do we really care about Flag Day or are we just trying to flaunt a worldview
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obx spoilers ahead!!
I'm so conflicted about the season 4 ending because on one hand I get it. life is unfair, it's unrealistic to give all of your characters happy endings, especially if said characters are constantly putting themselves in danger. it makes sense that not everyone survives four seasons of near-death experiences like being held hostage, getting shot at, almost drowning etc. on the other hand I can't help but be bitter that the person who had been abused/mistreated their entire life and who was clearly suffering was the one who had to die. at the hands of his biological father, may I add. Iâve seen some people say JJ was annoying this season and I get where theyâre coming from, but all of his impulsive decisions and everything that happened at/after the town meeting just made me sad. he was struggling so much that he didnât care what happened to him or if he lived or died. all he wanted was a future where he could live with his friends in their own little paradise without a care in the world. with the money from the crown and shoupeâs promise, it seemed like he was so close to happiness and inner peace, but they didnât let him have that. so yeah, I get why they did this, but that doesnât make it less upsetting.
#yeah I know itâs not that deep and itâs fictional#I just wanted to put my two cents in ig#I know they all had issues with their parents#not one good parental figure in sight (except popeâs parents tbh)#but jjâs story hit me the hardest#Iâve seen some people say that he was suicidal in s4#and I remember thinking multiple times throughout the season that he was depressed or at least extemely sad/hurt by. well. everything#so thatâs what I mean when I say he was struggling (did this even need explaining idk)#there's also something to be said about the ârealismâ of this show lmao#rafe holding that giant cross by himself? sarah resurrecting after a fatal shot wound? sarah and jj not drowning in that storm?#those are just a couple of examples of how unrealistic this show is#yes it's entertaining but I think we can all agree that a lot of the shit that happened on the show would never work out irl lmao#so I feel like if your show is that unrealistic you can actually afford to give everyone a happy ending#also I just think that it wouldâve been nice for abuse survivors/people with mental health problems to see that life can get better#but thatâs a whole other tangent#also do not get me started on the fact that rafe was the one to bury him#obx spoilers#outer banks spoilers#outer banks season 4#obx#outer banks#jj maybank#john b routledge#sarah cameron#kiara carrera#pope heyward#cleo anderson#abuse mention#laura yaps#I wrote this at night pls excuse any spelling/grammar mistakes Iâm tired
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just. places amor and apollo in your hands. take care of them
#amor would never ever call apollo lame. but would throw hands for him if necessary#I WANT TO GET TO THEM VERY SOON. I WANT TO RANT ABOUT THEM SOOO BADLY#i need to be enabled for rant. but the baby cousins :[[ <- doesnât like babysitting#BUT STILL. AMOR AND APOLLO MEAN SO MUCH TO ME#now THESE TWO DEFINITELY GOT SOMETHING GOING ON THAT IS ABOVE ROMANCE AND FRIENDSHIP AND ALL THAT#a bond so strong theyâre inseparable and are only typically seen being happy when are together#amor is hatred and anger blah blah blah i knowwww but. points. put him and apollo together and he will be >:D pretty much all the time#apollo is also miserable just absolutely drowning in the sorrow i know. BUT.#put him together with amor and you can see the hope in his eyes come back. like no one else beside him and amor exists in that very moment#THEY MEAN SO MUCH TO OTHERRR I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THEMMM. WAILING WAILING WAILINâ#yomo ocs?!#yomoart#ocs#them growing up together since they were about 10 years old each. And are now forever together :)#i donât think any other word works for them besides âpartnersâ. In all meanings
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i wake up with them and these on my mind and iâm devastated tbh lmao
#this is vee speaking#i must be going thru something lol i was drawing yesterday and letting batâs 8th live day two play in the bg#and was nearly brought to tears on several occasions LOL#these can badges circulate to the forefront of my mind every so often and i want to vomit in excitement lmao#truly i have not felt very sane lately LOL#*gently holds these* but iâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ.. want them lol#i bet the rhyme anima producers saw how thirsty people got over nanami jjk who has the adult businessman appeal d o w n#and went âhey!!!! we have our own older tired adult appeal character that doesnât look like a drowned cat!!!! letâs do that with him!!!!!â#and this we have the cuntiest hitoya yet LOL#and i hope they continue to go all in on it too lol pan up shots legs spread loosening necktie shots making his vices look Fine LOL#i like jyushiâs badge because it captures his paralysing beauty very well i think đ#like i stop breathing whenever i make eye contact with this can badge and iâm not joking lmao#while weâre on the subject of jjk!!!!! the way touji literally gutted gojo that one time is how i feel every time i look at kuukouâs lol!!!!#i wanna cry!!!!!!!!!! heâs so happy!!!!!!!!!!! iâm happy and itâs because heâs unalived me with his smile!!!!!!!!!!!#man october CANNOT come soon enough lol!!!!!!!!!!
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