#I GAVE A SECOND CHANCE TO CUPID BUT NOW I'M LEFT HERE FEELING STUPID

[leonstoenailunderhisbed]

Cupid doesn’t gamble II

Summary: Leon, a mafia boss whose empire dominates all casinos on the west coast, meets a young girl amidst a game of poker. What would happen if he threw all his chips and gambled his love for you?

Warning: Mafia!Boss!Leon x Female!Reader. Eventual smut. Slow burn. Romantic. Leon is a gentleman. Characters are 21+ (plot wise). Researched topics. Mentions of violence. Read at your own discretion.

Word Count: 6,142

A/N: I was giggling and kicking my feet while writing this🤭 holy shit I’ve never written something so damn corny before… I LOVE IT TEEHEE. Ugh I love me some good fluff.

[I][III]

“I gave a second chance to Cupid, but now I'm left here feelin' stupid. Oh, the way he makes me feel that love isn't real. Cupid is so dumb,” - Cupid (Twin Ver.), Fifty Fifty

When Saturday arrived, you dressed yourself in a formal dress. You could only assume he’d want me to dress fancy since he always seemed to wear a suit. You didn’t think you’ve ever see him wear something casual.

The clock marked seven and you patiently waited in your room. You wore a black skin tight dress that reached your knees. It wasn’t from the most luxurious and high brand but it was still quite beautiful. The sleeves were actually a cape draped over your shoulders in a thin sheet of mesh fabric. Even your heels matched your dress. You’ve never been one to dress immodest on the first date. Your hair was done tied down and your makeup was light but not too boring. Everything looked just right.

Leon leaned against his car, his eyes focused on the door of your apartment building. He had been there for a while now, waiting patiently. He was dressed in one of his nicer suits, this one a deep navy blue. Although he didn’t bother to wear his signature red scarf or gloves.

He glanced at his watch, it was a minute before seven. He pushed himself away from his car, his eyes never straying from your door. He’d known Mafia Bosses who had to be punctual at all times, and now, it was a habit.

The neighborhood your apartment was in was on the side of the working class. You didn’t live in the richest part of town so his car stood out like a sore thumb.

Leon suppressed a sigh as he checked his watch again. Seven o’clock, on the dot. He started walking towards the door, his steps slow but steady. When he finally stood in front of your door, he took a moment to straighten his suit before raising his hand to knock, his knuckles rapping against the door three times.

He could already imagine your flustered reaction to seeing him again. He almost smiled at the thought, but his expression remained neutral, his face a stony mask. He waited.

Upon hearing the sounds of the knocking, you quickly made your way to the front door and opened to find Leon dressed so formally. He looked really good, your breath hitched and your heart skipped a beat.

“Leon,” you said with a soft smile, “You made it.”

Leon’s eyes roamed over you as you opened the door, taking in your appearance. The light makeup, the black dress, the tied-up hair, everything about you looked absolutely perfect. He couldn’t help but think that you looked even prettier than the last time he saw you.

He returned your smile with a small one of his own, his eyes softening slightly at the sight of you.

"Of course I did," he said, his gaze never leaving yours, "I said I would, didn’t I?"

He was so gentle, like an innocent lotus that blooms above water. Hence why you couldn’t help the smile you had, “You did,” you whispered as you maintained his eye contact.

You closed the door behind you and walked down the steps to stand in front of him. Even with heels he stood above your height.

“You look very handsome,” you complimented as you gestured for his own outfit. His suit seemed rich and expensive, made with only the best craftsman. Leon’s eyes darkened slightly at your compliment, a small smirk tugging at the edge of his lips. He was used to compliments, but coming from you… it was different. It sent a flutter through his chest, something he wasn’t used to feeling.

"You're one to talk," he replied, his gaze roaming over your figure again, "You look absolutely stunning."

He extended his arm out towards you, his gesture a silent invitation as he waited for you to take it.

His words were sincere, no lie detected. As if he was truly honest, why would he lie to a woman? He didn’t seem the type to try and hook up on the first date. He had manners and etiquette. You gently wrapped your hand around his bicep as he offered his arm to you. You’ve only ever seen this in movies, you didn’t think people still did it in real life.

“Thank you,” you replied softly, staring up at him as the lights from the stars above you twinkled in your eyes. Leon felt the warmth of your touch on his arm, the way your fingers wrapped around the material of his suit. It was a simple touch, but it already felt too intimate. He knew this was dangerous terrain, getting close to you like this, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

He didn’t miss the way your eyes met his, a warm sparkle in them as the reflection of the stars danced across them. You looked almost enchanted by him, like a doe staring up at a wolf.

But Leon was no wolf. He was so much more dangerous than that.

Leon led you to his car, his arm still intertwined with yours. His steps were steady, his gaze focused on guiding you to the vehicle. The night was cool and yet, he wasn’t even paying attention to the cold.

His mind was occupied with other things, specifically the thought of how to keep your attention on him. Most of the women he’d dated before didn’t stay for long. He figured they were only interested in his money.

But you were different. It somehow felt like you were truly interested in getting to know him, and not his bank account.

When you neared his car, he actually held the door open for you until you sat down and closed it. Such manners! As he began to drive, you couldn’t help but marvel at his car. Even the interior looked expensive, “Nice car,” you commented softly.

Leon gave you a small shrug, slightly amused by your compliment. He was used to women swooning over his expensive assets, his cars, his houses.

But you didn’t do that. And it was refreshing to say the least.

"It's not bad," he agreed, his eyes on the road. He wasn’t looking at you, but he could still sense your gaze on him. He glanced over at you briefly, a small smirk on his lips.

"You’re not very impressed by the car, are you?" he asked bluntly.

Your cheeks flushed a bit and you shook my head, “I actually don’t know anything about cars,” you replied abashedly, “But I like it. It looks nice. Very comfy.”

Maybe he was used to hearing women compliment his assets and his bank account but you weren't used to such a lavish life so you didn’t know much. But it was all still impressive, not because of the price but because the car genuinely looked like it was taken good care of.

Leon chuckled softly at your answer, the sound low and warm. He could tell he managed to make you flustered again, a slight pink tinge on your cheeks that he found endearing.

"You’re the first woman I’ve met who didn’t swoon over the car instead of the man driving it," he said bluntly, his eyes on the road still.

He found it interesting, your lack of reaction to his worldly possessions. Most women, in his experience, fell over themselves just to ride in this car.

Okay maybe it was a bit weird reducing his car to just ‘comfy’ but it was fresh and real. It was an unexpected response but it seemed like he liked it.

You stared out the window, shaking your head once again, “Why would I put a car over a person?” You muttered before you glanced at him driving.

“A car won’t love me back. It won’t wipe my tears off my face,” you continued, “All it does it take from point A to point B. Why would I choose a car over someone?”

Leon's eyes left the road briefly to look at you, his expression unreadable. Your answer seemed simple and honest, genuine even. Most of the women he’d met cared about how much he could spoil them. They wanted fancy jewelry, expensive clothes. They never cared about the little things, the soft spoken words and the caring touches.

"That makes sense," he replied softly, his eyes focusing back on the road.

“In any case,” you muttered, unaware of how your words affected him for the better. You, in fact, did care about the little things. The lingering touches, the stolen glances—you lived for all of that.

“I think if you love someone,” you continued, staring at the road in front of you, “You understand them. You don’t lust after them, you don’t judge them, and you don’t compare them. To love someone, is to love so innocently but also very intimate in the sense that it isn’t sexual.”

“No car can replicate that type of love,” you whispered and glanced at him. Maybe you were being a bit indirectly forward, but you wanted him to know that you didn’t care if he was the richest man on earth or the poorest man, it was his morals and values that mattered.

Leon’s fingers tightened their grip on the steering wheel as he listened to your words. Your explanation of love was sweet, pure. It was almost like hearing a child’s view on the world, innocent and untainted.

It was so far from his own views on love. Love was a weakness, a risk that only ended in more pain and hurt. He had seen it many times, how people would do horrible things, all in the name of love.

But hearing your idealistic explanation of love… it sounded almost alien to him.

Your words felt almost like a revelation to him, a realization that love was supposed to be innocent, and intimate, and so much more than just material things.

He took a deep, steady breath, his mind quietly processing your words, the way they seemed to touch a part of him he thought was long gone.

"You have a way with words," he said, his voice laced with a hint of admiration.

A shy smirk reached your lips and you looked down at your hands on your lap, “Not really,” you muttered, “I just really like to read romance.”

“I’ve read Anna Karerina, Lorna Doone, and Forever Amber,” you listed softly. You loved romance novels, reading about predestined love and star crossed lovers often resulting in a battle of emotions was all so interesting to you.

Leon's gaze briefly flickered towards you, a hint of amusement in his eyes. It was endearing, your passion for romance. It was almost cute.

"Ah, a romantic at heart," he commented, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, "I've heard of those books. Bit tragic, aren’t they?"

He remembered the brief details he’d heard about those stories, tales of love, passion and despair. It all seemed a bit cliché.

“Yes,” you agreed, “It is tragic but what is love if there aren’t consequences? The true enemy of love is not hatred, it’s indifference and doubt.”

“I like to think that love is a double edged sword, a line so thin that divides happiness and depression. It’s our choices that make that sword tilt either side,” you commented quietly.

Leon’s grip on the steering wheel tightened even further at your words. They were deep and profound, making him think of things he’d never pondered before.

“And what happens when that sword tilts the wrong way?” he asked, his voice a little cold.

He'd seen the darker side of love, the way it could make people do things they'd never thought they were capable of. He'd never been a stranger to that kind of love. The kind of love that consumed and destroyed.

“Then you let it tilt until it’s back straight. It’s a rotation, a cycle. Eventually… love will be the right way,” you said.

“Love can destroy and create, not so different from a god. You can create to destroy or you can destroy to create. You can hate to love or love to hate. But in the end, it’ll always be there,” But your view on love wasn’t all happy, it wasn’t all sad either. You’d like to think you had a balance of understanding the good and bad about the subject of love.

Leon chuckled darkly, a bitter, almost sarcastic sound. The cycle of love you described was something he had never believed in.

"Love can’t just fix itself," he replied, "Once it's destroyed something, it can never bring it back. Nothing can."

You smiled and looked at him, “Sure it can,” you replied, “Love *can* be fixed as it can fix others.”

“It’s everywhere. It’s in the trees, in the sea, in our blood—love exists and it hasn’t died. It can’t die. If there is no love, what will there be?” You said softly, “There will be people that hurt you and no matter how much love you give them, it’ll never be enough.”

“But that doesn’t make it the end of the world. It’s a temporary wound in your heart that feels too deep to heal but like all injuries… it slowly heals. Love is time. And you have time to love,” you muttered softly, still staring at him, “And with the right person, you’ll learn,” you said as you hesitantly rested your hand on his shoulder. Leon didn't look at you, his gaze stayed forward, watching the road. But he could feel the lingering touch of your hand on his shoulder, a stark contrast to his cold demeanor.

"You speak so kindly of love," he said softly, his demeanor softening, "As if it hasn't hurt you before."

He was softening, it’s like he couldn’t stay mad forever. “It has,” you whispered, squeezing his shoulder and giving him a small smile, “But I’ve learned to accept that the pain wasn’t just a setback. It was a step for the future.”

Leon's expression softened ever so slightly as you squeezed his shoulder and smiled at him. Your words, your optimism, it made him feel almost guilty for his cold demeanor.

He inhaled a breath, his body relaxing a little. You were a rare one, he had to admit that. In his line of work, he never encountered people like you, who spoke of love with such gentle wisdom.

As you neared the restaurant, it was busy with late night goers. People dressed in nothing but their bestest dresses and suits. It was quite fancy.

-

You had been sitting at your table that he had reserved, spending the time talking about your interests and telling stories. You don’t think you’ve ever laughed as much as you did tonight. He was funny, charismatic, kind, and patient. It was like he had cracked your introverted shell.

Leon's eyes lingered on you as you laughed, a small, warm smile tugged at the corner of his lips. You looked cute when you laughed, he had to admit. He was enjoying your company more than he thought he would. It wasn't just mindless banter, there was an ease in their conversation that he wasn't used to.

Leon raised his glass of wine, silently gesturing for yours to clink against.

"To a lovely evening," he said, his gaze never leaving yours.

You raised your glass of wine and clinked it against his with a smile, “To a lovely date,” you added before you sipped my glass. Once you put my glass down, you sighed softly and looked at him, “Thank you for this date. I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy before on a first date,” you said with a small laugh.

The corner of Leon's mouth twitched into a small smile again as you thanked him. He was glad to see that you were enjoying yourself as much as he was.

He took a drink from his glass as well, his eyes still studying you, studying that beautiful smile on your face.

"No need to thank me," he said softly, setting his glass down as well. "This night is just as much for me as it is for you."

You leaned forward and rested your arms on the table, “Are you always such a gentleman?” You inquired with interest, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you act differently.”

"Perhaps," he replied, his gaze fixed on you, "I've always been taught to treat women with respect."

“It’s nice,” you whispered with a smile, your cheeks pink from drinking wine, “It’s way better than what modern dating is.”

"Modern dating?" he repeated, arching a brow, "Not into that whole 'Netflix and chill' nonsense?"

You chuckled and shook your head, “Oh, god, no!” You said as you rested your elbows on the table, your chin resting on the palm of your hand, “That’s like asking someone if you want to have sex. And I don’t do it like that.”

“I’d never ask anyone if they want to ‘Netflix and Chill’,” you muttered, “If anyone said that to me, I’d think they were a walking red flag.”

Leon chuckled at your reaction and shook his head as well. It was refreshing to meet someone who wasn't into the casual 'Netflix and chill' culture.

"I'm inclined to agree with you there," he commented, a hint of amusement in his voice, "It's a little too shallow for my taste. I prefer spending time getting to know someone before... well, anything else."

He took a sip of his wine, his gaze still on you, studying your expression. There was something so genuine about you. It was quite rare in his usual line of work.

“I agree with you on that,” you muttered softly as you watched him sip his wine, “I prefer to love than to lust.”

Leon's eyes widened ever so slightly at your words. Your honesty and your perspective on love and lust were a breath of fresh air.

"Love rather than lust, huh?" he replied, his voice almost a whisper. He set his glass of wine back down on the table.

He leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on the table, his gaze intense and focused on you, "Quite a profound way of looking at things," he added, a hint of intrigue in his tone.

“Well, yes,” you said, you could feel yourself enter a state of rambling. Of digressing, if you will, “Everyone is so obsessed with instant gratification that we often forget that the process to reach that state is far more rewarding than the feeling itself.”

“It is like walking up the steps of a mountain and your only goal is to get to the other but in order to get to the other side, you must take calculated steps otherwise you’ll slip and fall. And that’s what life is about. To slip and fall but to also pick yourself up in order to achieve a goal, whether it is eternal happiness or a momentous fleet of bliss, the process in which we get there feels more satisfying than the actual feeling of being at the top that can only last a few seconds,” you rambled.

“Love is cherishing all the moments in which led you to be where you are. If we don’t appreciate what we have, someone else will,” then, your cheeks turned a bit pink as you realized you rambled, “Sorry. I went on a tangent there,” you said with a small and awkward laugh.

Leon simply sat back in his chair, a small smile playing at his lips as you spoke. He found himself listening intently to every word you said, captivated by your passion and eloquence.

"Don't apologize," he said, the hint of a smirk on his lips, "I find it endearing when you get carried away like that. You're quite the deep thinker. I like that."

You chuckled softly and nodded once more. You were indeed a deep thinker, a philosopher at heart. Everything that dealt with life, you loved to hear about.

“I just have a lot of thoughts in my mind,” you muttered quietly, “What about you?” You asked suddenly.

“What do you like to do?” You asked as you tilted your head slightly to the side, almost curiously.

Leon chuckled at your question. It was only fair that he be asked about himself. He took a moment to think before responding.

"What do I like to do?" he echoed, a hint of amusement in his voice, "Well, I'm a man of many interests. I enjoy reading, going to nice restaurants, taking walks... and gambling."

He paused, a sly grin slowly spreading across his face, "And you know I'm a pretty damn good poker player."

You rolled your eyes despite your lips curling into a smile, you weren’t all truly annoyed. He was a really good player that beat various times whenever you played for the first time together. The one where you met.

“Yes,” you nodded your head slightly and sat back, crossing one of your legs over the other, “You are a good player. I’m still grateful you forgave what I owed you after the rounds.”

"You know I have a soft spot for pretty girls," he said with a small chuckle, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary.

He reached across the table and gently patted the top of your hand, his gesture both affectionate and reassuring.

"It wasn't a big deal," he continued, his expression growing serious again, "Besides, I knew you weren't just some rich kid wasting your parents' money. That you were being responsible."

Your face softened and you didn’t move your hand away, the action seemingly affectionate and it warmed your heart. He was so gentle, wasn’t he?

“Just thought of spending a few dollars hoping I’d get more, but I learned my lesson,” you whispered before your hand hesitated a bit. You turned your hand over, essentially putting your palm up against his palm.

Your heart was beating fast, just the simple touch from his hand was enough to set your heart ablaze, “I’d never spend my parents’ money… you’re right on that,” you added, your voice quieter as you stared down at your hands together. Leon's eyes flickered down to where your hands met on the table and lingered there for a moment. He inhaled a tiny breath, his mind momentarily distracted by the feel of your skin against his.

The touch was simple, but in his line of work, he'd nearly forgotten the sweetness of physical affection. He gently curled his fingers over yours, holding your hand in a firm but gentle grip.

The touch was gentle, intimate, and tender. A softness of the warmth shared between you as your fingers gently played across his hand, your thumb rubbing his skin in a setting to wake a trail of warmth.

You didn’t know what took over you to do that but for some reason it felt natural. As if you were meant to hold him like a dream. That’s what he was, a dream personified right before you.

Your eyes drifted from your hands back to his eyes, watching as the dim and orange light of the restaurant play across his features in a harmonious and seraphic light. As your gazes met again, he couldn't help but be entranced by the way the soft candlelight from the restaurant played across your features. It was as if they were crafted to perfectly fit the curves of your face, enhancing your natural beauty.

His thumb gently returned the gesture, rubbing against the base of your hand. A silent, gentle agreement.

Unspoken words and unanswered questions lingered but for now, you’d just enjoy the company of each other. As the date progressed, the night became darker and the restaurant slowly became lone.

After paying, you walked out of the said place and strolled through the sidewalk as you made your way to his car. In the middle of crossing a bridge, the moon’s light reflected on the water beneath you, a shine so bright that you had to stop by the railing and stare at the full moon. Leon's footsteps slowed to a stop as you paused to stare at the moon. He stood beside you, leaning against the railing, his gaze fixated on your face as you looked out at the reflection of the moon shimmering on the water below.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” You asked quietly as you kept your eyes on the moon, a soft breeze blowing by you two.

He glanced up for a moment, taking in the sight of the full moon in the inky black night sky, "It is," he agreed quietly. But as he looked back at you, he found himself thinking that there was a sight even more beautiful right in front of him.

You didn’t even notice his lingering gaze, eyes spoke so many volumes. It’s what makes humans vulnerable, the eyes never lie.

You stood there for what felt like an hour but really it was just a couple of minutes. Your skin chilled with goosebumps as the night breeze brushed over you, once again reprimanding yourself for being cold.

It was a pattern, huh? You being cold and him bringing you warmth. A balance between you. The irony didn't escape him. In any other circumstance, he would consider himself the colder one, and yet, standing beside you right now, in this moment, he could only think of you as the warm one.

He shrugged, then, without missing a beat, he gently draped his coat around your shoulders, the warmth from his body transferring to the fabric.

A smile plastered on your face as you felt the fabric with an all too familiar scent of his cologne. One that you didn’t even realize you had missed so much.

“Thank you for tonight,” you muttered softly, bringing his coat closer to your body, “It’s one of the best dates I’ve ever been on.”

He nodded his head in response, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips, "It was my pleasure," he replied, his tone genuine.

He paused for a moment, his gaze lingering on you once more, "And in all honesty," he continued, "I had a good time as well. I hope there'll be more nights like this soon."

You nodded and your smile widened, just the thought of seeing him again on a night like this made your insides flutter with joy and excitement. A candid and innocent feeling.

“Yes, I hope so too,” you muttered and stared up at him. It was just the two of you, standing under the moonlight as the sound of water splashed underneath you from below the bridge. Leon couldn't help but smile softly. Your expression was full of innocent excitement, your eyes sparkling in the moonlight.

The sound of water below you two and the soft sounds of the night's insects and the rustle of leaves echoed in the air around you, but all he could focus on was you. You, standing there with his coat draped around your shoulders. You, who, in that moment, seemed more beautiful than ever.

His heart skipped a beat in his chest, and he couldn't help but reach out and gently cup your cheek in his hand.

Your breath hitched, his touch was that of a soft caress. Of an artist admiring their piece of art that had been inspired by their muse. To which in this case, he was the artist and you were his muse.

The night ended perfectly. You had gone to his car to take you back home, although you didn’t really want to leave him just yet. The night felt young but you didn’t want to be selfish and greedy. The drive back to your apartment was quiet and peaceful. There wasn't an ounce of awkwardness, just the comfort of each other's presence. Even as Leon parked the car in front of your home, a part of him wished the night could have lasted just a little longer.

“This is it,” you whispered as you remained sitting in his car while he parked in front of your apartment. You didn’t want to say goodbye, what if you didn’t see him again?

He turned off the engine and turned to you, watching as you spoke the words neither of them wanted to say.

"I guess it is," he replied quietly, his thumb absentmindedly tracing circles against the steering wheel.

You took off his coat and gently placed it in the cupholder separating our seats. Then, you glanced at him. Goodbyes weren’t easy when you didn’t know if you’d see each other again.

A thought occurred to you, you rummaged through your purse and pulled out a small piece of napkin, which had your lipstick stain on it, along with a pen. You wrote your number on the piece of napkin and then handed it to him, but not before you stole a kiss on his cheek. Leon's breath caught in his throat as he felt the surprise kiss against his cheek, the heat of your lips sending a shiver down his spine.

“Call me soon,” you whispered as you stepped out of the car, rather anxiously and a bit hastily. He took the napkin, his gaze flickering to the numbers written on it. He held it in his hand, almost like a lifeline, watching as you stepped out of the car.

"I will," he called out, a hint of something in his voice, as if he was reluctant to let you leave, "I'll call you soon," he repeated, a promise, an assurance to you, and himself.

As soon as you entered your home and closed the door behind you, you let out a breath you had been holding in after kissing his cheek. It was bold for you and it probably caught him off guard but you didn’t regret it one bit.

You felt your heart quicken, now that he had your number, you can definitely keep seeing each other more often. All was not lost tonight.

Leon sat in his car for a moment longer, staring down at the napkin holding your number with your faded lipstick kiss next to it. His mind was racing, his heart still thudding against his chest.

Your kiss was bold, unexpected, yet it sent a spark through him that he hadn't felt in so long. It was like a promise, a declaration that something had shifted.

He folded the napkin and put it in his pocket, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He started his car, heading back home with one thing in his mind. Soon, he'll call you. Soon.

-

For a couple weeks, you’ve gone out on more dates. Dinner dates, walks along the beach, even taking you to a carnival. He was always such a gentleman; holding the door open, carrying you in his arms bridal style if your feet ached from your heels, always stubbornly paying for your food.

And you had no say in anything, he was assertive but gentle. As if he only wanted to take care of you and not make you work or move a muscle. You didn’t mind, of course, but you always made sure to offer to pay for dates (even if it made him reprimand you).

For the first time in my life, you felt happy. Genuinely happy. He was everything, the only reason you woke up all happy was because of him. You were no longer your old self, he converted you into this happier version that you didn’t know you could be.

“Eyes locked on the target, Sir.”

“Good, go on right ahead, bring the captive alive.”

The worst thing imaginable had happened. A man broke into your house, the window crashed and you left your room to investigate.

When you made it to your living room, a figure from behind you suddenly pressed a piece of cloth right under your nose, forcing you to inhale whatever was on that.

Your vision blurred and you slowly felt your body become weak and disoriented. The man kept his grip around your arm tightly, preventing you from moving. When you had finally passed out, he gently laid you down on the floor to communicate with another person.

“Target acquired, returning back to base,” the man said before he picked up your body and threw it over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

-

Leon was slowly falling hard for you. Seeing you happy, laughing, smiling was becoming an addiction for him. Every passing day that he spent with you, he found himself getting more and more attached.

He would do anything for you, pay for everything, pamper you, as long as you were happy and content. Seeing you smile because of him, brought him more joy than anything in the world.

He was falling in love, even if he didn’t quite realize it yet. His heart belonged to you now, whether he admitted it or not.

“Boss,” the voice of a man rang out in Leon’s office. As he had gone on dates with you, he didn’t neglect his duties as the mafia lord.

“Kyle was found dead in the casino. The arms case was missing as well,” he said to Leon. But it wasn’t just a random death. No, it was the act of an enemy mafia group just from the other side of the city. One that had many times tried to assassinate Leon and take over his empire.

Leon's expression darkened as he listened to his underling's report. The news of Kyle's death and the missing arms case was nothing but a nuisance, but the fact that his enemy mafia was behind this bothered him even more.

"Damn it," he muttered, his fists clenching at his sides, “Those bastards are getting bold."

He pushed himself up from his chair, his gaze hardening as he listened to his underling, "Any leads?"

The man shook his head, “No, sir. The body was missing so we couldn’t find the cause of death. But we found a card with the initials of Santo 'The Suit' De Lucchi.”

Santo ‘The Suit’ De Lucchi was a long time enemy of Leon. He was the man that had been targeting Leon ever since he became a Mafia boss. Santo was given the nickname ‘The Suit’ because he always played a tricky game.

He was obsessed with card decks, often always leaving behind a suit card on a bloody crime scene after murdering his own enemies. He’d leave the four types of cards behind depending on the message he tried to convey. This time, he had left an 8 of Spades card, meaning that he had a powerful group of men at the ready.

Leon's jaw tensed at the mention of the name. Santo 'The Suit' De Lucchi. He knew that name all too well, and it was never for a good reason.

The mention of the 8 of Spades card made his eyes narrow. It was a warning, a declaration of war. And it was personal.

"How nice of The Suit to leave a calling card," Leon said, his voice laced with anger. "He really wants my attention, doesn't he?"

“What do you want us to do, boss?” The underling asked Leon. War between mafias wasn't uncommon. Almost everyday, there were news of men found dead in the streets from crime and mafia activities. But to prevent panic among the citizens, the police simply said they were civilian disputes. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Leon paused for a moment, his mind racing with thoughts and plans.

"I want you to gather more information about his men, his operations, his every move," Leon ordered, his voice sharp and commanding, "But more importantly, I want to know why he's making a move now. This isn't just some petty feud, it's a message."

Leon's eyes narrowed as he thought, "He's playing a game, and I need to be ten steps ahead if I want to win it."

“On it, boss,” the underling then left Leon’s office, leaving him alone to think to himself.

It was suspicious how The Suit made a move now after years of feuding with Leon. What changed? Who was their next target? The Suit wasn’t going to stop there, no, he won’t. It would only be a matter of time before he went after something Leon cared so deeply about.

As the door closed behind his underling, Leon let out a sigh, leaning back in his chair.

He knew The Suit’s next move wouldn’t be a direct attack at him, no, that was too risky for someone like The Suit. He’d want to hit Leon where it hurt the most.

Leon’s thoughts immediately turned to you. His chest tightened at the idea of you being hurt, being targeted somehow. He had to make sure you were safe. Protected.

[paincallingback]

"I gave a second chance to Cupid

But now I'm left here feelin' stupid

Oh, the way he makes me feel that love isn't real

Cupid is so dumb"

@youcalledforroomservice pspspsp

[pjo-tvs-version]

The song Cupid especially the version featuring Sabrina Carpenter by Fifty Fifty is soo Nico coded.... Here let me quote a few lines

I gave a second chance to Cupid and now I'm left here feeling stupid (This can be for you know his crush on Percy)

Oh the way he makes me feel that love isn't real Cupid is so dumb

A hopeless romantic all my life surrounded by couples all the time (for this line I'm looking at Percabeth because...)

Cupid is a bully he won't leave me alone(The entire House of Hades scene)

Every time he set me up my baby doesn't show it's makin' me feel crazy and my life's invisible (literally BoTL and TLO vibes right there)

I was just listening to while solving algebra and then I started paying attention to the lyrics and that is when the realization struck me

[nlhs-foreva]

Leo: Hey Nico! There’s this song called Cupid and it just released. I was told it sounded awesome. Listen to this!

(The person that told Leo about the whole thing was Percy…)

Nico: Uh, sure?

🎶 I gave a second chance to Cupid 🎶

🎶 But now I'm left here feelin' stupid 🎶

🎶 Oh, the way he makes me feel that love isn't real 🎶

🎶 Cupid is so dumb 🎶

Nico: LEO WHO SET YOU UP TO THIS

(Leo trying to run for his life)

Nico: OH NO YOU DON’T

(Shadow travels Leo to a sinking ship)

Leo: ✨pErCy✨ HELPPPPPPP

Nico: OH DON’T EVEN TRY LEO BC HE’S NEXT

[sharuruwrites]

Cupid

I gave a second chance to Cupid

But now, I'm left here feeling stupid

Oh, the way he makes me feel

That love is not real

Cupid is so dumb

- Cupid by Fifty Fifty

Tags: Fem!Reader, Fluff, Gojo Satoru playing Wingman for Reader, curses and techniques doesn't exist, slice of life, yearning?, Gojo is a brat and asshole, Reader is hopeless romantic, reader is named You, Unedited

N/a: Just thought of this one shot while I was listening to this song, and went "Hmmm...let me add the reason why the Cupid is a dumb b-tch with Gojo's yearning in this shit."

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PLAYER 1 WINS

The bright red text flashed brightly on the tv as the fighter posed victoriously.

Strange. The lack of competitive yet toxic spirit in You raised concerns from Gojo.

"Something the matter?" Gojo put down his controller beside him. "You're not normally this quiet."

"Satoru," You glanced at him. "Do you hate me?"

No, and if he did, he would rather be dead than live the rest of his life hating her.

"Perhaps, to tease you." Gojo smirked. "But, for your sanity sake, I will say no."

"Then why are you setting me up with shitty dates from the start?!"

You ran her fingers through her hair, frustrated.

"The latest is by far the worst I've gone through! How did you get the idea that I'll enjoy dating a man who's not only a pest, but also has views that are so outdated? He straight up told me that a woman should walk three steps behind him while we're just walking in the park!"

Honestly? It's a genuine mistake on Gojo's part. Desperation times called for desperate measures. However, the failure of You's past dates were part of his intricate plan. His best friends, Suguru and Shoko, called his plan dumb and manipulative, but haters gonna hate. Cringed as it sounded.

The plan that he was so proud of? That he had to play the inverse role of Cupid?

Simple. To make You fall for him.

At first, he mistaken those budding feelings of his similar to familial, given they were close since kindergarten. Yet, he knew it slowly bloomed when You's absence grew his heart fonder as they attended different universities, and found himself looking forward to her said visits. He missed everything about her down to the sound of his name from her voice.

 Growing up robbed the only constant in his life – You.

Throughout the years, his friend became a thorough hopeless romantic thanks to the fairy tales she read. She wasn't particularly this aggressive to find love until now. If he were to warrant a guess, perhaps due to peer pressure. Despite the horrendous dates he sent her through, she still held onto the hope of finding her one true love. As the supportive friend and future husband to be, he volunteered to be her matchmaker.

Once she's somewhat defeated by the woes of finding love, he would swoop in and have her fall for him instantly. That's what happened to his parents. Both gave up on dating before they met each other. It worked since they still maintained the blissful matrimony.

"Sorry about that one," Gojo scratched his head. "I just overheard him saying that he needs to go out more."

"I kicked his shin before leaving. So, we're good." You said nonchalantly. "At this rate, I'm going to just ask Suguru. He's a gentleman, don't you think?"

"What makes you think he'll go out with you?" Alarmed, Gojo asked too quickly for his taste.

"Shoko told me once while I was drinking with her." She answered. "Apparently, Suguru is interested in dating me, but he doesn't want to risk his friendship with you or something like that."

That damn alcoholic. He thought Shoko's tolerance to alcohol was higher than Nanami's. How much did You drink to out drink Shoko to the point of loosening her lips?

"No" Gojo crossed his arms. "And, he's busy with his thesis right now."

"How quick of you to shot me down, unless..."

You snapped her fingers.

"Do you like him? I'm not surprised given the ongoing bromance since high school between-"

"I love you, not him." Gojo blurted, interrupting his friend.

You's grip on Gojo's spare controller loosened until it dropped on her lap. Her eyes widened in surprise and mouth gaped open. Confused, Gojo stared at the sudden reaction of his friend. Realization struck him hard like a bullet train upon hearing her next words.

"You love me?" She slowly repeated his words.

WHAT

THE

FUCK

There goes his plans. It went up to flames because of his dumb mistake. At this point, any fucks he had were thrown all out of the window. Gojo confessed everything about his plan to her while Guilt gnawing on his conscience. Because of the said emotion, Fear and Shame joined together and formed intrusive thoughts in his head.

What if she didn't want to be friends with him anymore? What if she started hating him?

"I...don't know what to make of this..." You released a deep breath. "I...don't even know where to start. What happens to us now then?"

He didn't know. Was that the answer he truly wanted to say to You? Doubt and distress didn’t suit a woman like her. So, he would dispel it with a question of his own, and it's up to her in the end. Whether they remained friends or not, he respected her decision. 

Gojo took her hand with great care. It was a relief to him that she didn't pull away or flinch from his touch. Gently, his thumb caressed the back of her hand to soothe his nerves. A gesture she always did whenever he needed it.

"I know it's selfish of me to ask this, and I'll accept whatever your answer is but," Gojo frowned, his blue eyes full of sincerity and certainty. "Will you please give this stupid cupid of yours a chance? To give you the love you deserved?

[positivelybeastly]

My brain: Put Cupid by FIFTY FIFTY on the Hank/Simon playlist.

Me: What? No, the lyrics don't fit.

My brain: I gave a second chance to Cupid But now I'm left here feelin' stupid Oh, the way he makes me feel that love isn't real Cupid is so dumb

Me: SHIT, that is such a goddamn bop and I can MAKE it make sense???

My brain: *bopping along*

Me: . . . No, this is a serious endeavour. I must be serious.

I will put the gay country song about booty cheeks on there instead.

[newmsies]

A hopeless romantic all my life Surrounded by couples all the time I guess I should take it as a sign (Oh, why, oh, why, oh, why, oh, why?) I'm feelin' lonely (Lonely) Oh, I wish I'd find a lover that could hold me (Hold me) Now I'm crying in my room So skeptical of love(Say what you say, but I want it more) But still, I want it more, more, more I gave a second chance to Cupid But now I'm left here feelin' stupid Oh, the way he makes me feel that love isn't real Cupid is so dumb (no u arent)

you literally called me illiterate wdym "(no u arent)" 😔 /j

[classyincreme]

A hopeless romantic all my life

Surrounded by couples all the time

I guess I should take it as a sign

(Ah, why? Ah, why? Ah, why? Ah, why?)

I'm feeling lonely (lonely)

Oh, I wish I'd find a lover that could hold me (hold me)

Now I'm crying in my room

So skeptical of love (say what you say, but I want it more)

But still I want it more, more, more

I gave a second chance to cupid

But now I'm left here feeling stupid

Oh, the way he makes me feel that love isn't real

Cupid is so dumb

I look for his arrows everyday

I guess he got lost or flew away

Waiting around is a waste (waste)

Been counting the days since November

Is loving as good as they say?

Now I'm so lonely (lonely)

Oh, I wish I'd find a lover that could hold me (hold me)

Now I'm crying in my room

So skeptical of love (say what you say, but I want it more)

But still I want it more, more, more

I gave a second chance to cupid

But now I'm left here feeling stupid

Oh, the way he makes me feel that love isn't real

Cupid is so dumb

(Cupid is so dumb)

Hopeless girl is seeking someone who will share this feeling

I'm a fool, a fool for love, a fool for love

I gave a second chance to cupid

But now I'm left here feeling stupid

Oh, the way he makes me feel that love isn't real

Cupid is so dumb

I gave a second chance to cupid

But now I'm left here feeling stupid

Oh, the way he makes me feel that love isn't real

Cupid is so dumb

[chuuyrr]

 la-la-la, la, la-la-la

A hopeless romantic all my life Surrounded by couples all the time I guess I should take it as a sign (Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why?)

I'm feeling lonely (Lonely) Oh, I wish I'd find a lover that could hold me (Hold me) Now, I'm crying in my room So skeptical of love (Say what you say, but I want it more) But still, I want it more, more, more

I gave a second chance to Cupid But now, I'm left here feeling stupid Oh, the way he makes me feel That love isn't real Cupid is so dumb

I look for his arrows every day I guess he got lost or flew away Waiting around is a waste (Waste) Been counting the days since November Is loving as good as they say?

Now I'm so lonely (Lonely) Oh, I wish I'd find a lover that could hold me (Hold me) Now I'm crying in my room So skeptical of love (Say what you say, but I want it more) But still, I want it more, more, more

I gave a second chance to Cupid But now, I'm left here feeling stupid Oh, the way he makes me feel That love isn't real Cupid is so dumb (Cupid is so dumb)

Hopeless girl is seeking Someone who will share this feeling I'm a fool A fool for love, a fool for love

I gave a second chance to Cupid But now, I'm left here feeling stupid Oh, the way he makes me feel That love isn't real Cupid is so dumb I gave a second chance to Cupid (Hopeless girl is seeking someone) But now, I'm left here feeling stupid (Who will share this feeling) Oh, the way he makes me feel That love isn't real (I'm a fool) Cupid is so dumb (A fool for love, a fool for love)

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[creamecream]

"I look for his arrows every day, I guess he got lost or flew away,

Waiting around is a waste, been counting the days since November, is loving as good as they say?

Now I'm so lonely, oh, I wish I'd find a lover that could hold me,

Now I'm crying in my room,

So skeptical of love,

But still, I want it more, more, more,

I gave a second chance to Cupid, but now I'm left here feeling stupid,

Oh, the way he makes me feel that love isn't real,

Cupid is so dumb,"

Lychee belongs to @abyssnighthawk

[whenjustdancehitsdifferent]

Kin memory update I am going to dropkick Cupid into the sun

"I gave a second chance to Cupid but now I'm left here feeling stupid" just got a WHOLE new meaning

[qtpye215]

I GAVE A SECOND CHANCE TO CUPID ; BUT, NOW I'M LEFT HERE FEELING STUPID

[thesilentmedium]

I gave a second chance to Cupid But now I'm left here feelin' stupid Oh, the way he makes me feel that love isn't real Cupid is so dumb

[httpshujii]

I'M FEELING LONELY (no i'm not)

OH I WISH I HAD A LOVER THAT COULD HOLD ME (already do)

NOW I'M CRYING IN MY ROOM (my boyfriend's room)

SO SKEPTICAL OF LOVE (just no.)

BUT STILL I WANT IT MORE, MORE, MORE- (ah. the one true statement.)

I GAVE A SECOND CHANCE TO CUPID (2647583085759 chance)

BUT NOW IM LEFT HERE FEELING STUPID (too stupid and blinded)

OH THE WAY THAT HE MAKES ME FEEL THAT LOVE ISNT REAL (it is and i believe in it and love at first sight dont come at me pls-)

CUPID IS SO DUMB (dumb enough to only shoot at me)

[blissfullyapillow]

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐈

I gave a second chance to cupid, but now I'm left here feeling stupid

Oh, the way he makes me feel that love isn't real

Cupid is so dumb

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[antisocial-socialbutterfly]

Ok so Hyunjin tries to set y/n up with other guys but still sleeps with them. Kinda a red flag 🚩 buuuttt it is Hyunjin so we'll be colour blind for a while.

Also our sweet sweet Jisungie 🥺🥰 Best quokka friend playing matchmaker. Cupid Quokka.... 🎤I gave a second chance to Cupid, now I'm left here feeling stupid. Oh the way he makes me feel the love isn't real. Cupid is so dumb 🎤 sorry my brain had a song break 😂😂

And ofc the love interest SEO CHANGBIN>>>>> 💕💕Man is literally the standard. Like you just KNOW he'll treat you well. You can tell from the way he treats his mom and his sister. And the way he is with the maknae line. The part when y/n was crying into his shoulder reminded me of that time when stray kids had their first win and Han couldn't stop crying so Changbin hugged him. That was when Han said he felt Chabgbin's hugs were so warm (or something along those lines).

He has big arms and an even bigger heart💕 He's unapologetically loud and I absolutely love that.

What Once was Mine

Chapter 2 - And then He came.

Genre: Childhood friends, Eventual Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Love corner/love triangle, love rivals, Series. Not all chapters will be proofread!!

Warnings: 18+, mdni, mentions of sex and alcohol consumption, additional warnings will be added to individual chapters as needed.

Additional warnings: None

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Seo Changbin was really sweet to you when you started coming around. He had heard about “Jisungs new roommate” but it took a while for you to start hanging out, and even then he saw you making connections with Chan and Felix before him. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable, so he remained aloof until one night he came by to visit Jisung only for you to be the only one home.

You weren’t expecting anybody when he knocked, the sudden noise almost making you drop your phone. You half thought about ignoring your surprise visitor when Changbin knocked again.

‘Guess I should answer’ you idly thought as you made your way to the door. You opened it without even glancing through the peephole and were promptly embarrassed to see who was there. You weren't particularly dressed for company and you felt sheepish to be caught in your coziest stay-at-home clothes.

“Hey.” You said sheepishly.

“Hey, is Jisung here?” He asked directly, craning his neck to peer into the apartment.

“No, uh, I think he's still at work?” Changbin frowned.

“Shit. Okay then… sorry for bothering you.”

“You can wait here if you want.” You suddenly offered before he could even turn to leave. The two of you blinked at each other for a second before you swiveled out of his way, making room for him to enter the apartment.

“Oh, uh, thanks,” he said, sliding off his shoes and following you in.

“You… want anything?” You began, slightly distracted by quickly checking your phone before turning off the screen and shoving the device into your pocket. “A snack? A drink? I was about to make some food if you want any.”

“Sure, yeah, I could eat.” He replied awkwardly, making his way into the kitchen with you and sitting at the island counter.

The two of you didn't talk for a while but he couldn't help but notice how every few minutes you kept checking your phone. He didn't want to pry, you two weren't really that close, but you seemed so concerned. So when you had finished cooking and served up your two plates Changbin decided to go out on a limb.

“Waiting to hear from someone?”

“Huh?” Your head snapped up from once again checking your phone. “Uhm, no, not really I guess.”

“You sure? You've been checking your phone every few minutes since I've been here. Is everything okay? I can go if you want.”

“No, no, no! Please don't feel you have to go.” You said, shoving your phone back into your pocket and mentally chastising yourself. You had a guest, you shouldn't be so distracted.

“So, then… nothing’s wrong?” Changbin asked again, digging into his food. You pressed your lips together.

“Well…” you said after a beat, “I didn't say that…”

Changbin looked at you, you could see a sort of calm curiosity on his face but didn't know if you should continue. You didn’t want to just dump all your problems on- well, he wasn’t a total stranger. He was a friend, in a way, you weren’t close, but he was close to people you trusted. So maybe it would be affluent to talk to him?

“You don't have to tell me, but I'm willing to listen.” He said gently, holding your gaze for a moment before turning back to his food.

“I… Well, to start, I got ghosted. I was kind of talking to this guy, I really liked him, but after I really started to open up he just… bailed.” You said as calmly as possible, however being as this just happened recently, that wasn't an easy thing to do.

“I'm sorry to hear that, that's never a good feeling.”

“That's not the worst part. I have this really good friend, we've been together since we were kids. He's the one who set us up, but now I can't even get a hold of him either.” You felt your throat start to tighten and burn as your sorrow started to gather.

“I know he's not ignoring me, I know he's just busy and would be here if he could. I even know that this guy ghosting me has nothing to do with my friend. But even though I know these things, I can't help but be upset that he isn't here. I can't help but be upset cause he's the one who set me and this guy up. And then I just feel so guilty for being so upset at him at all when he just wanted to do something good for me!” At this point you couldn't help but start to cry, your face falling into your hands as your silent sobs racked your frame.

Changbin didn't hesitate, pulling your chair closer to his and wrapping his arms around you. He held you tightly, and you turned into him, unabashedly crying into his shoulder. He didn't say a word, he didn't need to, he simply let you wet his shirt and pet your hair soothingly until you had gotten it all out of your system. Once the bulk of your crying was done, with only the occasional sniffle here and there, did he finally let you go.

“Feel better?” He asked gently, earning a flush of your cheeks and a small nod as a reply. He smiled.

“Good, want me to reheat your food? I don't mind.” Once again nodding you watched as Changbin stood, taking your two plates to the microwave.

As he busied himself with that you heard your phone vibrate on the countertop. Grabbing it in a flash you turned on the screen, still hoping for a text from Hyunjin, however all you had gotten was one from Jisung instead. You felt disappointed, but surprisingly not as much as you would have just moments before.

Baby Quokka: Hey, is Changbin there?

Yeah, we're having a late lunch. Where are you???

Baby Quokka: Working overtime. Tell Changbin sorry for me, or at least tell him to answer his damn phone.

You chuckled, calling over Changbin and showing him the conversation thread as he brought you your warmed up plate of food.

“Shit. I didn't realize he called.” Changbin said after pulling his phone from his pocket and seeing he had a couple missed calls and a text from Jisung. “Well… there go our plans for the night.”

“What were you two going to do?” you asked in between bites of food.

“Hang out, go see a movie, maybe hit a bar.” He shrugged, popping his own plate into the microwave.

“Well… you want to hang out with me? I was just gonna stay in with some movies and ice cream but-”

“We can do movies and ice cream.” He said with a sweet smile. You couldn't help but think of how cute he looked.

“Oh, okay, uhm Legally Blonde okay?” You asked as you continued to eat. He flashed you a grin.

“I love that movie.”

Ever since that night, you two grew increasingly close. There was just something about how effortlessly cute he could be, how confident he was, how he didn't care if he looked “girly” or silly. Changbin was unapologetically himself, and you couldn't help but be drawn to him. You couldn't help but hope he felt the same.

○●☆♡☆●○

Back in highschool, when Hyunjin started prioritizing his friends and flings over spending time with you, Jisung was the new friend who made everything better. He grew to sort of dislike Hyunjin because he saw how little Hyunjin seemed to care for the affection you so readily wanted to give him. The dislike simmered to a distrust as Hyunjin re-entered your life and Jisung told himself that he would do better for you. He was the best friend he could be to you because you were the best friend he had and when Jisung later met Chan he made it a point to introduce the two of you. He also made sure to do the same with Felix and later Changbin.

If Jisung was honest, he knew what type of friendship you and Hyunjin had. He never judged you for it, he never let on that he knew, but secretly he harbored hope that you would end up with someone amazing and forget about Hyunjin. He especially hoped you would fall for one of his friends. They would treat you so well, so much better than Hwang Hyunjin ever could, they would treat you like everything you ever deserved to be treated as.

So when Jisung noticed a spark starting to flicker between you and Changbin, he made it his mission to fan that spark into a flame.

For a while there he tried everything he could: inviting the guys over, working over time at the recording studio and asking Changbin to check on you on his way home, bringing work over from home as an excuse to get Chan and Changbin around more, inviting you to hangouts at Chan's Apartment, and anything else he could think of. Sometimes it would work, but most times not so much.

The only thing that made him feel accomplished was when he noticed you had Changbins number. He picked up on it the night he legitimately had to work late with a group in the booth and couldn't meet up with Changbin to hang out. When he questioned you he was more than giddy to learn you two stayed in together, watching movies and eating junk food until late.

“Shame I had to miss, but it makes me really happy to know you're getting chummy with my friends Y/N.” This earned him a shy smile and it was then he knew things were going the way he wanted.

Jisung continued to watch the two of you for a few more weeks after that. He could tell that despite there being chemistry, you and Changbin were still hesitating. He needed you two to spend more time with each other, stat. That leads you to tonight.

Jisung had been begging you for weeks to hang out with him and the guys again. Because he worked at the recording studio with Chan and Changbin, it was easy to spend time with them. Felix being cursed with morning classes at collage made it convenient for him to join in the evenings. You, however, were more difficult as your boss seemed to make it his life's mission to get you to work as much as possible. So when you said you had an open weekend he made you promise him you'd come. It was all perfect, until late Friday afternoon when that damn Hwang Hyunjin called.

He knew the moment he looked over and saw the name on the screen that you'd go, you hadn't seen him in person in months. As much as he didn't really like the guy, he knew you still adored him and he knew how happy getting to see him made you. So instead of trying to convince you not to go, he made sure to remind you of your promise instead.

“I’m still going to be there Ji, it's not until Sunday, it'll be fine.” You had said. He decided to believe you but now he was starting to get nervous. It was almost time to meet the guys at the karaoke joint and you still weren't home. He tried texting you hours ago but the automated reply indicated you had turned on drivers mode.

With a sigh he rubbed at his eyes and temples. At least you were on your way, he told himself, he would rather you be late then not show up altogether. He clenched his teeth, a small fissure of doubt making hope you really were on your way and not still tangled up in bed with him.

“Snap out of it!” He berated, making himself shaking off the doubt. You wouldn't do that, you're not like that, it's not like you're in love or obsessed with this guy. You're just friends… with benefits, no big deal.

With that reassurance Jisung snagged his keys and shot you one last text saying to meet him there before heading off. He called Chan while on the road to tell him that he was on his way and learned that Changbin was already there. Upon arriving at the karaoke joint he was surprised to see your car there. When he got inside he scanned the lobby in search of you, only to be more than pleasantly surprised.

He saw you and Changbin sitting rather closely next to each other in a corner of the lobby. Whatever you two were talking about, you both seemed to be very invested.

“I'm not interrupting anything, am I?” He asked cheerily, startlingly you and Changbin apart. “Oh no, please, don't pull away on my account.”

“Ji, hi! I- uh- was just about to call you!” You said, holding up your phone, your cheeks slightly flushed.

“Suuuuure you were.” Jisung replied impishly, grinning from you to Changbin, who only smirked and shrugged his shoulders in reply.

“Well, whatever, just don't start making out when we inevitably get wasted.” Jisung said.

“Let's try and save that for later, okay?” Chan's voice suddenly rang from behind Jisung.

“Yay, we're all here!” You say as you give a hug to Chan and Felix who came with him. “Let's go sing!”

After checking in with the girl at the front desk the five of you made your way to your karaoke room, ready for a night of fun, songs and friends. You all had a rule, however, to hand your phones and keys over to one person who was going to stay the most sober out of everyone. It was usually a fight to see who would be the designated “responsible one”, that honor usually falling onto Chan. Not tonight however.

“You, Han?” Chan asked, surprised.

“You always do it Chan, you deserve a chance to have fun too. Seriously, I don't mind.” He did sweetly, holding out his hand to receive Chan's phone and keys.

“I don't really get drunk anymore.” Chan said despite still handing over his keys and phone.

“Then think of this as a night where you don't have to worry.” Jisung responded as he made his way around the group.

“Look at you, being responsible.” You quipped as you handed over your phone, just barely missing a text from Hyunjin, one muted because you had yet to turn off drive mode.

“I can be responsible sometimes Y/N,” Jisung replied in a childish tone before collecting the final persons stuff. “Okay, I got everyone's phone? Yes? Good, let's party!!”

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Ahhhhh, ok, chapter 2. I swear to God this is a Hyunjin×Reader fic buuuuut I really wanted some drama and felt like there weren't many Changbin fics that really show off how cute and goofy the guy can be (if anybody knows of any please recommend!) I totally would trust him with my drink at a bar.

Also I TOTALLY posted this early on accident but only by 2 days so whatever...

Taglist: @groovygroovyhyunjin @hhwangsmoon