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yoonpobs · 4 years ago

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difficult | myg

pairing: min yoongi x oc

genre: fluff, mini angst, super cute, mutual pining

words: 3, 812

summary: you're difficult and yoongi just wants you

“I can’t believe it,” Jimin whistles. Taehyung mirrors his sentiment but with a look of disbelief.

“Me neither. But here we are.” Taehyung states matter-of-factly.

You were silent, not because you had nothing to say—but because you couldn’t believe it either. How did you allow yourself to fall into this trap? A trap you’ve spent your entire life training to avoid. And you would consider yourself someone that was dedicated to their craft and you truly were. But you were still susceptible to guilty pleasures and you just found your match.

“Why is no one stopping me? Why isn’t anyone telling me to get a grip of myself?” You cry.

Jimin looks at you sympathetically even if he knows that you hated being pitied. Taehyung at least avoids your gaze but the tell-tale signs of a frown appear on his face when you see the furrow of his brows.

“You know … you’re allowed to feel this way, right?” Jimin says carefully and you were more annoyed with the fact that he was walking on eggshells with you when you’ve long passed that stage of prudent navigation around each other. And you knew exactly why he sounded the way he did.

“I’m not. I’m supposed to be an impenetrable fortress that cannot be shaken by anything let alone anyone. I am an unyielding, resolute woman that refuses to be tied down by society’s narratives.” You say all at once.

Jimin and Taehyung blink at you. They expected this—but it still surprised them that you vocalised their thoughts.

Jimin clears his throat.

“Let me rephrase that,” He says sternly, “You’re allowed to feel, period.”

You shake your head because you’ve fallen too far—too hard. And you needed to get a grip of yourself because you didn’t work hard perfecting the flawless expression of bitchiness and temptation to be taken seriously amongst a Board of Directors filled with men. People like you couldn’t afford to feel.

Especially when the world never feels for you. For women.

“Do you hear yourself Jimin?” You exasperate as you throw your hands in the air in frustration.

“____—” Taehyung attempts to reason with you, but as always, you never let him get a word in. He knows you don’t mean any malice because you’ve built your walls so high that you think everyone is out to get you—but he just cares about you. He wishes you’d let him.

“No. You don’t understand guys. People like me? We—I—can’t afford to slack off. Not now and not anytime soon. I hear you guys and I wish I could understand where you’re coming from but frankly, I won’t ever be able to. You have the liberty of picking your battles because this world is yours. I had to fight my battles on my own to claim this world as my own and I’m nowhere near deserving of that role yet. I can’t feel.”

Their eyes soften at you and you avoid their gazes. You didn’t want their pity, and you didn’t want to sit in a tight office with their stares so heavy on your own.

“You deserve to be happy,” Taehyung says sadly.

You don’t respond, but you hear the chairs in front of your desk move against the hardwood floor. Then, you hear the opening and closing of your doors and you’re finally alone. Like how you do best.

You don’t allow another thought as insignificant as the one that threatens to overtake you to pass through your mind as you quickly tend to your pending projects.

The name of a certain man lingers very vaguely, though.

It annoys yet terrifies you how much you needed to consciously play your cards just right when you step into another board meeting. You thrived when you spoke at the podium, and no man—even the most bigoted—could deny that you were a born leader. But that didn’t mean that they liked that fact. In fact, most of them despised the idea that a woman as young as you was even allowed in the same room as they were. You wished you could yell at them, cry and shout until they understood that you were deserving.

You couldn’t, for very obvious reasons. But until you could—you needed to be smart.

“Mr Lee, with all due respect—liquifying the compartment company will not bring us the projected profit that you’ve pitched in the previous meeting.”

You’re level-headed and cool when you attempt to reason with the older and very stubborn man. He was old, and stubborn, which was never good news for you.

Mr Lee, the Chairman’s younger brother, simply scoffs at you, and you try your best not to let your eye twitch.

“What? Do you have a bachelor’s degree in business?” He sneers.

You blink.

“I have a double Masters in Business Administration and Finance.”

Mr Lee stiffens, and you briefly see Seokjin, the fellow nephew of Mr Kim, holding back his snorts at your declaration.

“I am qualified to be making this statement, and if you don’t believe in just words—which you really shouldn’t—here are the documents and projections from my end.” You distribute the analysis you took upon yourself to complete over the weekend and worked overtime to finish it as you handed it around the table.

Mr Kim, the Chairman, who was a far better man than everyone else in the Board of Directors, offers you an impressed smile as he flips through your booklet while you stand straight with your shoulders rolled back. A stance you often took to show that you knew your shit.

“This is very … meticulous. Great work as always, ___.” Mr Kim compliments you.

You don’t let it show on your face but you’re pleased with the way Mr Lee grumbles under his breath like a petulant child.

“Very well. We’ll keep the compartment company as it is,” Mr Kim declares and everyone else in the room shuffles to collect their belongings as the meeting comes to an end, “Meeting adjourned.”

“You’re absolutely badass,” Jin whistles at you as you walk side-by-side, your folders snug against your chest.

You hide your smile but acknowledge it regardless.

“And you were … there. As usual.”

He snorts and you know he gets where you’re coming from. Jin was simply present at the meeting but he wasn’t actually present. His heart had no place in the business world but instead in a world filled with fine dining and diverse cuisines as he worked up a storm in the kitchen. But as every father—who is the Chairman of a country’s largest exporter—he had pushed that dream onto Jin from a young age.

But Jin was Jin, and you knew Mr Kim simply kept him here for the sake of it; fully aware of his son’s aspirations and determination of becoming a chef.

“You should just take my position. You’re so good at business talk—I didn’t understand half the shit you were saying the entire time.” He says.

You shrug.

“I mean, that’s the goal. But let’s just see for now,” You hum as you reach your office, and you still when you see the person waiting for you inside.

Jin takes a peek over your shoulder and spots the same person who has you looking so tense. He whistles at you as he stuffs his right hand in his pocket while offering you a consoling pat on your shoulder with his left before he stalks off.

“Good luck!” He calls out, and you internally groan at the oncoming interaction.

You brace yourself and put on a brave face as you step into your office, doors clicking, signalling your guest to turn around at the insinuation of your presence.

“Mr Min, what can I help you with?” You don’t look at him when you place your belongings on your table and you nearly miss his scoff with the way you attempt to busy yourself with any mindless activity that you can find on your desk.

“Mr Min? Not Yoongi anymore?”

You ignore his bitter tone and look at him with a reserved stare, raising an eyebrow as if to question his statement.

“Are we not co-workers?” You reply coolly and he scoffs much louder for you to hear.

“Co-workers … yeah,” He shrugs, leaning forward, “Do you usually kiss your co-workers?”

You are still at the sudden declaration and nearly drop the pen that was in your grip. He’s suddenly inches closer to you despite the relative distance of your desk between the both of you. You try to ignore the heat of his body, but it’s entirely too suffocating for you to pretend like he isn’t there.

“Don’t give me that nonsense,” You wave him off and you steady your voice because you weren’t ready for him to see you break. You allowed yourself too much space to be vulnerable and you needed to stop.

He sits back into the chair and folds his arms across his chest with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, this is not what we’re going to do.” He says, suddenly much firmer than he was a moment ago.

“I’m sorry?” You ask, clearly confused.

“None of this detached, emotionless attitude with me. I see through this facade and it’s not cute. You’re going to speak to me like an adult and address the very obvious feelings you have for me, and likewise. You’re not allowed to deflect like you always do because I expect you to be honest with me because you’re clearly not being honest to yourself.”

You blink up at him and your heart starts beating more rapidly within your chest as it betrays your stoic appearance.

Maybe that was why you fell for Yoongi in the first place. He didn’t tolerate you. Specifically, the shit that you pull on him. You were well aware you were a stubborn, hard-headed bitch that could be emotionally reserved 99% of the time when you interacted with others. And sometimes your bitchiness was uncalled for, but most people were too terrified to say anything about it to your face.

Yoongi?

He had no problems letting you know what he expected from you and how he thought of you from the beginning. It should’ve irked you. Based on your strict line of principles that you upheld—a man projecting his own thoughts of you that he had in his head, directly to you, should’ve been dehumanising, disrespectful even. But you never got that from Yoongi. He was brutally honest. And you appreciate honesty.

But sometimes it made you squirm.

“I … sorry, what? Are you insane? I don’t have feelings for you.” You narrow your eyes at him and hope you sound convincing enough.

But you knew Yoongi well enough to know that he saw through your blatant lie.

“I said: don’t deflect. You’re deflecting.” He scolds.

“You’re being unnecessarily distasteful right now,” You roll your eyes.

“Am I? Or am I just telling you the truth that you’ve been trying to deny for the past week that you’ve been cowardly avoiding me?” He’s calm when he makes the accusation. And it wasn’t even an accusation because it was the plain truth.

You burn, both in anger and in humiliation.

“What do you know about me Yoongi? Aren’t I just the company’s hot-headed bitch?” You snap, remembering the first words you heard from Yoongi.

“You are a hot-headed bitch, and I know you’re scared of admitting that you have feelings for me because you think feeling makes you weak.”

You ignore the fact that he admitted that you were a bitch, but Yoongi wasn’t the type to lie, nor was he the type to kiss ass. And you hated that he was still brutally honest, even when speaking about a topic so … intimate.

“Look, I don’t know where you’re getting this information from but you need to leave.” You stand up to walk towards the door so you could open it for him but he grabs your wrist before you make it there.

He turns you around to look at him. Properly look at him, that is. You’ve been avoiding direct eye contact with him because as good of a front you’ve worked on to put in front of him, you were human. And as a human, you were bound to have a weakness.

“You don’t get to walk away from me—this conversation—because you hate confrontation,” He frowns at you and you turn away to avoid his heavy gaze.

“Yoongi, can we not do this?” You sigh.

He chuckles dryly, using his right hand to nudge your face to look at him. It should’ve been demeaning, but you felt nothing like you were disrespected. You hated to admit it but you liked it. You liked it a lot more than you’d admit to anyone.

“No. We’re doing this. You’re going to address your feelings for me and actually work for what you want—and that’s clearly this,” He gestures between the two of you and you glare up at him.

“I told you! I don’t have any feelings for you.” You snarl at him, teeth bared like an animal but he just laughs at you like you were pathetic. You hated how small you felt in his presence but yet you were still whole.

“You don’t kiss a person you don’t have feelings for—you don’t hold someone you don’t have feelings for like they’re your safe space. You don’t have feelings for me? That’s funny because you did all of those things and you’ve never once complained when I reciprocated.”

You fumble with your words as the tip of your ears burn a bright red, which Yoongi easily catches.

“You don’t turn into a tomato if I was lying to you. You’re not like that, right? You’re self-assured. Ms-I’m-An-Impenetrable-Fortress,” He mocks.

“S-Stop acting as if you know me, Yoongi. You don’t and you never will.” You struggle against his grip on your wrist but he simply tugs you closer until your faces are inches apart.

“I don’t?” He scoffs, “Then tell me, why do I know that you confide Jimin and Taehyung for advice but never take it anyway because you’re too damn stubborn?”

You were about to retort but he’s quicker with his response.

“Then tell me, why do I know that you walk with your head held high into meetings but exit with your tail tucked between your legs because you’re afraid of sounding too dumb, too incompetent?”

You freeze.

“Then tell me, why do I know that you pull away from people not because you’re repulsed by them but because you’re afraid of forming actual bonds in the fear of being abandoned?”

You internally curse when you fear your eyes burning, and the lump in your throat becoming too much to bear.

“Then tell me, ___, why do I know you feel the same way about me but you’re too scared of looking dependent to do anything about it?” He whispers the last part when he pulls you tight against his chest.

You don’t fight him anymore, and you relax into the firm expanse of his chest and it terrifies you that it feels so much like home. A warm space you find comfort in.

You don’t even realise the first tear escapes your eyes until you feel Yoongi’s dress shirt turn slightly damp under the skin of your cheek. You’re mortified when you realise you’re crying and you attempt to pull away but his hands find their way around your waist to hold you tight.

“Don’t,” He whispers, “Don’t pull away from me.”

“Yoongi … I-I can’t,” You stutter, voice shaky.

He wipes a thumb on your cheek to wipe away the continuous stream of tears that you don’t bother hiding from him anymore.

“I worked my ass off to be taken seriously here and—and … if I get a boyfriend they’re going to think that I’m reliant, I’m weak, dependent on a man.” You ramble, but he just listens to your nonsensical statement as he rubs soothing circles on your head.

“I want you to rely on me, to depend on me. Stop thinking that you need to fight your battles alone. I’m here—I’ll be here. I’ve always been here but you need to let me be there for you.” He says softly.

You peer up at him with swollen eyes and he thinks you look beautiful. You always were beautiful. When you were commanding a meeting; when you were focused when you were angry; when you were laughing, and when you were sad. He was in for all of it.

“But ... the Board of Directors—”

He shushes you with a light kiss to the corner of your lip and you feel your stale heart flutter.

“I’m not here to be your saviour. I’m here to be your equal. I want to help you as much as you’ll help me. And believe me when I say you’ve helped me. The Board of Directors? Relationship or no relationship, they’ll be the same bigots that unfortunately dictate the policies in this company. The only person that has the ability to change anything in this situation is you ___.”

You feel your resolve breaking but you should’ve known that you’ve never had any resolve when it came to Yoongi. You were always weak around him. And maybe you needed to start accepting the fact that you were allowed to feel weak, to feel dependent on someone.

“What if you leave me.” You whine.

He snorts before rubbing a thumb between your furrowed brows.

“Then I leave. But we don’t know what’s going to happen if we don’t try,” He says and you realise how close he’s gotten to you to the point you feel his breath on your lips.

“That’s not comforting to hear the slightest,” You complain.

“And nothing about a relationship is easy. But I’m willing to be with you. I’ve always been ready—it’s you that needs to make the decision, ___.”

You finally lock eyes with him and you see nothing but sincerity. Yoongi could be crass, and often mistaken as a dick. But he was just honourable. He wouldn’t lie to anyone or sugarcoat the difficult truth. In fact, he never made you feel inferior to him even when he was straightforward. He never treated you differently because you were terrifying—but he treated you how he would with anyone else. And that was comforting. While everyone else walked on eggshells with you, he was fearless with his declarations.

Even now.

“I like you. I have no qualms in admitting it. And I’ll say it over and over again until you believe me,”

You don’t reply but kiss him. And there are no explosive fireworks, and time still flows—but it feels familiar. It feels like a territory that you’ve known all along, a little rough around the edges with the time spent away, but a place you can allude to comfort.

He responds by licking into the seam of your mouth as you allow his tongue to lick behind your teeth, a small whine caught in the back of your throat as you card your fingers through his hair. The hands-on your waist presses you tighter, flush against his body.

He pulls away first, resting his forehead on your own.

“I need to hear you say it. None of this tip-toeing anymore.”

You offer him a small smile.

“I-I …”

He watches you stutter with a hooded gaze but nothing about his stare makes you feel pressured. It was more comforting than anything, and the way he still held onto you like you mattered—but weren’t fragile—allowed you some semblance of peace in retaining your identity. This arbitrary idea of what you thought you were and how people perceived you. It was difficult to unlearn an idea that felt very personal to you after years of mastering its art.

You’re still unsure of how to react but you’re so sure of how you feel.

“I like you. I-I want to try.” You wail.

He’s alarmed by the sudden change in tone from your end and at the way you tug at the collars of his shirt. Not aggressively, but a little desperate. Not in the way that’d make him scrunch his nose in distaste but in a way that told him that this was you being vulnerable. Being open.

He wipes at your cheeks with dried tears and looks at you so honestly that it scares you. But in a way, you were fearless because you were terrified of everything. Mostly of disappointing others who held you to such a high standard, but it was a valid fear regardless.

“I’m not some fragile woman that you need to fix and I want you to understand that,” You pull yourself together and tell him sternly. He listens because Yoongi has never been presumptuous.

“I’m my own person and I won’t change the way I act to be with you—and if you’re looking for a cute … dainty, soft girlfriend then…” You whisper, “That’s not me. I’m tough. I’m a bitch and I’m stubborn. Our arguments are going to suck because I have a response for literally everything so—!”

He shushes your rambling with a finger to your lips and a raised eyebrow. You pout at him under his finger and he finds you adorable. He decides to not say anything to preserve his head—but soon. He’ll tell you soon.

“Are you done?”

You huff under his finger but he looks at you fondly.

“I’m not one for normality. I don’t care about what you think I’m into because I know that I’m into you. I’m in this, ___. Stop thinking that I deserve some idealistic image of a woman that you have in your head. I want you, and I thought me coming here to speak to you about your feelings was a clear testament to that.”

You try to hide your blush but you fail.

“And stop being so conscious of how you act around me. Be tough. Be independent. But don’t be afraid to be cute and vulnerable too, okay? I like you in all ways that you decide to present yourself in. Just … trust me. Trust this.”

“Okay.” You nod.

He grins at you.

“Does that mean I can hold your hand on the way to work?” He teases.

You avoid his eyes and look to the side, but the slight curve of your lip gives your answer to that question away.

“I guess …” You mutter.

He hugs you closer and squeezes you until your feet leave the ground. He tackles you with kisses all over your face and you can’t help but giggle. You feel happy. You feel secure.

“Cutie.”

You deliver a smack to his chest but he just laughs.

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mrsbhandari · 5 years ago

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Dormant

a/n: its here!!! sorry it took a little bit longer to write, especially since i also had to help my parents move a bunch of furniture. this is the last part to this series, so I hope you like it!!

words: 2k

warnings: light language

summary: a reunion.

tagging: @anotherbeingsworld, @rulesofthebeneath, @choicesstan1

“Isn’t this like, your tenth time here, Ajay?” Casey flipped a burger and looked up at his sister’s ex-boyfriend as the bell rang.

“I like your waffles.” Ajay avoided eye contact with the twin as he rubbed his snow-covered boots on the rug by the door and took a seat at the bar so that Bailey had no choice but to acknowledge him. It had been his routine for the past week since he’d gotten home, but so far, every time he had followed through with it, Bailey just walked out from the back kitchen and then walked right back in, refusing to see him for more than a few seconds.

“You know the definition of insanity, right?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be the dumb jock?” Casey cracked a smile and landed a cup full of water in front of Ajay, who took a greedy gulp as he pulled out his computer. The atmosphere of the diner also happened to be perfect for extra studying over his break, or at least, that was what he told himself. His head snapped up when the loose door to the back kitchen swung open, revealing Bailey as she tied her apron and walked through the restaurant.

“Hey, sis.” In true twin fashion, he passed a plate to her without looking, effortlessly dropping it into her waiting hands and calling out the table number. Bailey hadn’t gone back into the kitchen yet, but she was still completely ignoring him. After a few minutes of her passing him without so much as a glance, he decided to take his chances.

“Uh, Bailey?”

“How can I help you, sir?” She walked over with a sickly sweet smile on her face, and if he had a choice between this or her completely chewing him out for hours, Ajay preferred the latter. He stared into icy eyes that communicated everything she was feeling towards him, trying to not shake at the unnerving smile that accompanied them. Suddenly, he felt a wave of anger wash over him. It’s been a year and a half and she’s treating me like this?

“Bailey, don’t pull this shit, c’mon.” Her smile was wiped away as her eyebrows furrowed, eyes flashing.

“Are you kidding me, Ajay? I think I have every right to act like this after what happened, and frankly, you’re lucky I haven’t shoved my foot up your--”

“Not in front of the customers!” Casey slammed a greasy spatula onto the counter between them, stopping the argument and waving off the nosy patrons of the restaurant who had stopped to listen in. Bailey took a deep breath and tried to calm herself, but yelped when Ajay roughly grabbed her wrist and pulled her through the swinging door into the back kitchen, walking all the way back to the large freezer they kept back there and stopping in front of it. Brief memories of them sneaking back here together in high school flashed into his mind, but he ignored them.

“Get the fuck off me!” she said, ripping his hand off her.

“I’m sorry, but you’ve gotten freakishly strong since I last saw you.”

“I’ve been picking up more shifts to save up money for a plane ticket. You’d have known if you came by every once in a while.”

“Can you blame me if this is the welcome I get?” He adjusted his glasses and sighed, rubbing his temples.

“You got a fantastic welcome from the people who matter.” Leaning against the wall, she flinched when he raised his voice.

“Goddammit, Bailey, you’re the only one who matters!” She stared at him, face betraying nothing. “What I did to you was shitty, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to fully apologize for it because it was probably the worst thing I’ve ever done to someone else.” He steeled himself with a deep breath. “It’s also the most regrettable thing I’ve ever done in my life, and I’ve not been able to go an hour without thinking of you. But I still want to fix my mistake as much as possible, so even if it is duct tape on a car bumper….I’m sorry.”

“I…” she started, trying to pick words out of her racing mind. Eventually, all she could come up with was, “I have to get back to my shift.” He realized that he was close to her, close enough to feel her body heat hit him and he stepped back, allowing her more room to move. Her eyes stayed on the concrete floors as she walked away, but she stopped when he spoke again.

“Where were you going to go...with the plane ticket?”

“...New York.” With that, she left him to enter the dining area of the restaurant, ignoring the curious stares of the customers in the booths and her brother behind the counter.

“Ajay! We weren’t sure if you were coming or not,” Eren nervously said, glancing at Casey, who was setting up the snacks and slapping Skye’s hands away when she tried to sneak one.

“Ah, Casey told you what happened at the diner, I take it.”

“...Yes. And I’m half sorry and half pissed at you because the stunt you pulled before you left was extremely stupid and--” She cut herself off after seeing the pain etched onto his face. “And it’s obvious that you already know this. I’m sorry.”

“Any word on whether she’s coming or not?”

“Casey said that she told him she was only coming if she felt like it, but he saw her laying out different dresses, so it’s likely she was bluffing. She’s probably coming.” Erin fidgeted with her fingers, twirling a ring on her index finger. “Probably.”

“Don’t worry about it. This little reunion is going to be great, I swear it.” Ajay offered her a smile and saw her instantly relax, releasing the tension gathered in her shoulders.

“Well, mingle! Have fun with people, Ajay. I’ve got to get stuff ready, but enjoy!” She walked off without a response, electing to squeeze his arm for a split-second before leaving him to stand awkwardly alone.

The reunion was held in the Berry High School auditorium, home to so many assemblies, musicals, plays, and overall drama in his four years there. The smell of the dusty cloth of the seats was always comforting, and just being back in the room put him at ease. The entire department from his junior and senior years was here, running around to try and get things ready for when more people showed up. Ajay spotted Skye and Trevor back near the projector, no doubt preparing it for the recordings of their old plays that were going to be cast onto a white screen in front of the closed curtains. Mia, Casey, Eren and Rory were all figuring out food and greeting anyone who walked in the door, and every few minutes, he looked up when someone arrived, hoping that it was the one person he wanted to see.

“Okay, everyone, everything is pretty much ready, so take your seats!” Erin announced, clapping her hands together on the stage. Ajay kept his seat in the back, but Casey pulled his hand up and dragged him to the second row. “Thank you. I’d just like to say that I appreciate everyone who has helped make this possible and everyone who showed up to enjoy our small reunion! So without further adieu, here’s The Princess and the Knight!”

Ajay held in a scoff; it was the play that started it all. Instead of paying attention to the girl in the recording, he thought back on his own memories with her, from when she first annoyed him at auditions to when he was jealously watching her kiss another person from backstage. His lips tingled as he remembered kissing her in his car after the cast party, the shaking of his hands nearly preventing him from going home after he finally admitted his feelings. Her smile stayed with him for the rest of the night, contributing to the fast beating of his heart and the grin that followed him to bed.

He suddenly remembered the tears that dripped down her cheeks when he’d ended things, and he could feel himself sour. I royally fucked up, pun intended. He stood from his seat abruptly, waving off Casey when he tried to pull him back down.

“I’ll be back soon; just need some time,” he whispered, thankful for his aisle seat that allowed for a quick getaway as he walked backstage, being careful to stay quiet. He walked around the different props that were improperly put away and made his way to the line of dressing rooms, keeping his footsteps light as he explored. He spotted one down the hallway with its light on and craned his neck to see if he could figure out who occupied it, but he needed to get closer.

Rounding the doorway, he was surprised to see Bailey sitting on the stool, facing the vanity mirror as she ran her hand over the various cases of makeup left by some of the actors. He turned to leave, hoping that she didn’t notice him, but her voice stopped him.

“Hey.”

He turned back and took a single step into the room, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. “Uh, hey.” She didn’t respond, and he tried to keep conversation going. “Why aren’t you out there? I didn’t see you come in.”

“I came in earlier than Casey and immediately came back here.”

“Why? You’re still a senior; you can see this anytime you want, right?” She finally looked up, locking eyes with him easily.

“I don’t do theatre anymore.”

He blinked, mouth falling open slightly. “But--”

“I found out that I just wasn’t as happy doing it if…” she said, struggling to end the sentence. He figured she had the words picked out, she just couldn’t deliver them. “...if it wasn’t with you.”

He took another step into the room. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said dismissively, waving her hand and standing. He never thought he would ever see her like this again, but he treasured how...vulnerable she was. She glanced back at him and cocked her head. “How is New York really? You may have some people fooled with that talk of paradise, but I can read you better.” He gave a small, bitter laugh.

“Lonely, for one. The classes are challenging, though, and I enjoy my professors.” She took a step towards him and he froze.

“And your style?”

“People called me Blazer my entire first semester.” She snorted and took another step, leaving only a few feet of space between them.

“And your roommate?”

“My only friend, and the person who had to listen to me cry every night over lost love in my small Oregon hometown.” Another step, leaving only a foot of space between them.

“And the dating scene?”

“There hasn’t been anyone since you, Bailey. I couldn’t bear being with anyone knowing they weren’t you.” The last step was taken before she was pressed against him, personal spaces mixing as he looked down at her through long eyelashes and thick lenses.

“Do you remember when we got locked in here together that one night?” she asked, throwing him off guard with the random question.

“How could I forget? It’s my favorite story to tell at parties.” He racked his brain, trying to see where she was going with this.

“I had been so desperate to kiss you. Especially when I woke up a few minutes before you, and you just looked so beautiful. I needed you to be mine so badly.” She reached a hand up and held it up to his cheek, allowing him to lean into the touch.

“I wanted that, too,” he breathed, blinking slowly. She leaned up and he bent down and then they were kissing, the action knocking any breath he had out of his chest. He could feel every ounce of who he was in New York melting away, reviving his high school self who hid hickeys with turtlenecks and snuck away to back freezers and spent every waking second with his girlfriend, who he couldn’t imagine life without. Before this reunion, he had been lost, unsure of his place anywhere in the world.

Now, he was Ajay, who was kissing the girl he loved whose feelings for him had stayed dormant for far too long.

#ajay x mc #ajay bhandari #high school story: class act #High School Story #playchoices #choices #hssca ajay

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new2otomelol · 4 years ago

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Her story... a Mystic Messenger Fanfiction

This is a little fanfiction involving a bit of two stories (Dracula and Mystic Messenger) Why? Well, why not have a bit of fun with something different. I do not own the rights to Mystic Messenger or its characters. When I use other names with regards to Dracula, I include historical names like Vlad the Impaler or one of his wife’s names, other than that, the rest is fiction. Hope you enjoy my mashup!

CHAPTER 1: IN THE BEGINNING The RFA, Ricka's Fundraising Association, something that I've basically been tricked into joining.

You see, seven days have passed since that fateful day I found a lost phone. I remember as it were yesterday, sitting outside of a coffee shop, tending to my latte wondering where to move next. My travel bag, containing all of my belongings, lay next to my feet. The arm straps of the bag tangled around my feet to secure it during my moment of caffeinated meditation.

For years I have wondered from place to place. Never setting roots anywhere, only working to stay alive, changing my identity to remain hidden. From whom? Simple, my extended family. My parents attempted to protect me from them. They trained me to fight from a young age so that I could defend myself, until the day they were killed in front of my own eyes.

They want me, they need me, or so they think. They are a deranged group of people that believe they carry an important blood line from Jusztina, Vlad the Impaler's wife. Bear with me, I know it sounds insane, I feel the same way as you.

Unfortunately for me, I share a resemblance with her and have thus dubbed me "the savior," the chosen one to help them become immortals, or "vampires" if you will. Do I believe it? I believe it's all a stinking pile of...sorry, excuse me, it's hard to remain calm when remembering the things these people have done. But how can you believe that Vlad was really a vampire? And most importantly, why would you bring his terror back to life? It's stupid and I will not let them get to me. My time with the RFA had not all been that bad. The members are great people and one in particular has really sparked something within me, Jumin. I don't want to hurt him, but I have to keep my feelings bottled up as best as I can. I just wish I could go to him and help him through his troubles, but I can't expose him to me... I can't place his life in danger.

Finishing up my ramen noodles and placing them to the side, I continue to work on my laptop. I check for my finances, my next options to move, other identities I can conjure up, etc. The phone rings and I see seven's name flash on the screen, here we go.

Seven: Sam! It's a full moon tonight! Time to howl at the moon!

Me: Seven, get back to work. I have stuff to do.

Seven: About that, why don't you tell me what your real name is?

He finally discovered the truth, I knew he would look deeper into it.

Me: I want to tell you, but I am afraid of what will happen to everyone in the RFA. Seven, listen to me please, someone is after me and if they find me, they will hurt all of you. I can't risk that!

Seven: How can we trust you if you've been lying since the beginning?

Me: You can't. I know that and I won't try to convince you. I don't have any malicious plans towards any of you, I was just happy to establish some human relationships for once. I know that you know what that feels like.

Seven: Have you been hacking me?

Me: No, I just can tell by your voice and the things that you write. I'm no hacker by any means. All I have ever done is run to avoid being captured by maniacs. But, I want to thank you, thank you for having me be a part of this and for being there. Goodbye Seven.

Seven: Wait! Sam!

Just as I was about to hang up, Seven spoke up to get my attention, but at the same time Alarms went off in the apartment.

Me: What is going on Seven? Alarms are going off!

Seven: No! No, no, no. I'm so sorry Sam, I really am. There's a fail safe I had to install and it involves a bomb. Please, please DON'T LEAVE! Don't do anything, I will fix it!

The line goes dead after that. What in the world? Why would the RFA need to install a bomb here? What is going on?

I don't play around, not when my life is on the line.

I quickly pack up my bag and place it next to the desk. The alarm is glaring in the background, but I will not be distracted. I open the desk drawer and find a thumb drive that has a weird symbol of a jade colored eye. I insert it in my laptop and start reviewing the folders.

After 30 minutes of reading and seeing images and plans of all sorts I can start to put some of this mess together. What did I let myself get involved with? My phone goes off yet again, but I've been worried about answering it. Has Seven told them about me? Do they know what's going on? How would Jumin feel?

I muster up the courage and check my texts first.

Seven: SAM!!! Please log in to chat at least, you're in danger and I need to know you're safe. I won't tell them, just yet. I trust you don't mean any harm. But please LOG IN!

I quickly log in to the chat room and find Seven logged in. Seven: SAM! Yes! You're alive! Me: I am, for the moment. Not happy about the bomb being here. Jaehee logs in. Jaehee: What in the world is going on? Seven, explain, NOW! Seven: I made an oopsie. I was told to protect the apartment long ago. Jaehee: What does Sam mean by bomb? Seven: That's the protection thingy! Jaehee: Now is not the time for jokes! What's going to happen to Sam? Seven: The alarm went off and anyone that goes there to the apartment that is not Rika, will set off the bomb. Kaboom! Me: Is there a way to reset it? Jaehee: I'm so sorry this is happening to you Sam. Seven, fix it ASAP! Just then I hear the alarm shut off finally. "Special defense system de-activated." Me: Seven! You did it! The alarm stopped! Seven: That means the apartment is vulnerable to anyone entering it. I will work on re-setting everything. Sam, don't go anywhere please! You'll be safer that way! Jaehee: Seven, we all have body guards assigned to us for a reason! Shouldn't she go somewhere else to be safe? Seven: No one can know where the apartment is, she'll be safe for now. Jaehee: I have to tell Jumin about this! Now I really won't get any sleep, first the scandals with his father, gathering evidence, him acting strange and now Sam in danger! Me: I leave my life in your hands Seven, I trust you. Jaehee, wait on telling Jumin, I don't want him to worry. Jaehee: You know I can't, he cares about you. Me: Okay, then please let him know that Seven is working hard to save me and that I am fine. Let him know I'll call him if anything happens. Jaehee: I will, then, please excuse me. Jaehee has logged off. Me: Seven, focus on what you have to do. I know you're working hard to save me and I appreciate it. Seven: I'm so sorry Sam. I'm on it, I promise. Seven logged off.

I leave the chat room and set the phone aside. I take a deep breath and exhale, letting the stress release, even if it is just for a little bit. So much has happened in the past hour. Think Sam, think. I'm vulnerable right now and I don't like it. I take my laptop and place it in my bag along with some documentation on this "Mint Eye" organization that Rika created, evidence on the prime minister and other things. Just what was she thinking? Was she thinking? Her work seemed erratic and overwhelming.

I pick up my long black hair into a pony tail and put on my backpack, grab my taser baton and get ready to go. All of the sudden, my phone rings, Jumin's name pops up on the screen.

Me: Hello Jumin. Jumin: Sam! Are you alright? Are you safe? Me: Yes, of course I am, I'm alright, please don't worry. Jumin: I don't know what I would do if anything happens to you. I barely feel like I have a handle on my emotions and now this! Me: I'm so sorry Jumin. Please, don't worry about me. Focus on taking care of the things you need to, Seven has things handled. . Jumin: Yes, I will try and stay rational through it all. I'm sorry my love, but I will go now and speak with Seven. I will make him tell me where you are at once. I'm coming for you. Me: Jumin, please be safe. Jumin: I will, I shall see you very soon.

Jumin hangs up quickly. I place the cell phone in my pant's front pocket and take out my burner phone and place it in my backpack. I need to talk to Seven and Jumin about everything, but should I? Should I continue to stick around or should I flee again? Blast it all, that's why I never form relationships with anyone.

#mysticmessenger #jumin

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