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ghuleh-recs · 5 months ago

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@st-danger is your favorite ghoul writer's favorite ghoul writer and it was their birthday yesterday! I've compiled a list of some of my favorite Saint fics to celebrate. Beyond being an incredible writer, Saint is such a wonderfully supportive member of the fandom here. They always leave a kind word (or sexy addition lbr) in the tags. You know that meme that's like 'I sure hope this doesn't awaken something in me?' That's how I experience most of their fics. So thank you Saint for sharing your writing with us. I don't know that the fandom needed more reasons to be horny but here we are. Go leave Saint some comments and hit up their ko-fi for some birthday appreciation!

recs under the super cute divider from @forlorn-crows

Terrors of the Night - dewdrop/dewdrop - E, 13.5k

“Hi,” he says, to himself. Dew is not by nature a timid or shy thing. He has always been a healthy mix of piss and vinegar. Acerbic wit and energy, and thoughtful tenderness in the right circumstances. A sharp tongue but a gentle touch. Fearful or nervous are not descriptors to be used, nothing he’s ever been accused of…and yet, Dew goes cold and his hand tightens around the fistful of blanket as he pulls it closer to himself. An uncharacteristic movement performed by a hand not under his control. Dewdrop smiles at him, with light eyes and lighter hair, looking exactly how he used to. Or, The past comes back to haunt.

Copia, seeing the ghouls' faces - Copia & Everyone - G, <1k

He once heard Terzo describe looking at Omega's true face as "confusing". He never asked any follow up questions to clarify that statement, but he's always wondered if confusing meant strange to look at, or strange to look at because his human brain couldn't figure out exactly what it was looking at, in an Eldritch horror kind of way. If hellspawn are naturally just beyond what mortal minds can know. "Are you sure?" Copia asks, though his hands are already reaching towards Aether's face. "You want me to see you?" "We want you to know us," Aether replies simply, and carefully, so carefully, Copia slides off Aether's mask, like the metal might turn out to be sugar and splinter and break if he isn't gentle.

Steadfast Love, Not Sacrifice - Aether/Copia/Dewdrop - E, 11k

It’s a bit like a shark smelling blood, he thinks as they follow close behind. It's natural they were going to want to taste it, too. “Well,” Copia says, “some of us need our beauty sleep.” He hesitates, and then proceeds to look nervously between the two of them and continue, “I meant me, of course. You two are already very, erm. I should go to bed.” It’s such a flimsy excuse. The elevator reaches the third floor before any of them speak again. Aether clears his throat. “You don’t want to though.” Copia looks very called out, but can’t do much more than stare, before realizing the two ghouls beside him are waiting for an actual answer of some kind. The elevator beeps as it passes the fourth floor. “No,” Copia says slowly, and Aether’s stomach does a little swoop. “I don’t.” Or, Sometimes the reward is worth the risk.

[REC] - Dewdrop/Swiss - E, 1.8k

“Have you thought about Aether watching you like this before?” “Not before you mentioned taking photos.” Swiss stands and Dew watches through narrowed eyes as he spreads Dew’s legs to stand between them, and reaches down to unclip the garter from his left leg. He strokes along the top of the lace teasingly and then begins to work it down Dew’s thigh, pushing his leg up to roll it down and off his calf, his toes. “Let me blindfold you,” he says by way of explanation. (don't miss the sequel 1080P !)

Self Control Takes The City - Terzo/Omega - E, 5.6k

Omega can be endlessly patient. He has existed, in some form, for an unfathomable length of time. Above Ground, years upon years. In the Pit- well, there’s no way to say. No way to measure. But he has been for a very, very long time. He knows good things come to those who wait. Alas, patience is a virtue. Hellspawn such as himself surely couldn’t be found to be practicing that very often. There is, of course, a workaround; practicing said virtue during unvirtuous situations. For unvirtuous reasons. As the saying goes, the devil’s in the details. Or, Omega gives until it hurts.

Hybrid Slinky - Dewdrop/Swiss - E, 2.8k

“It got deep,” Rain says, voice quiet and a little husky, and he brings Dew’s hand higher, closer to his mouth. “Let me clean you up?” Dew’s mind goes blank for a moment, before catching up to what Rain’s suggesting, and he feels a frisson of excitement zig-zag its way down his spine. “Yeah,” he grins. “Go ahead and make Papa proud.” _ Dewdrop cuts his finger, Rain and Aether kiss it better, as you do.

Worship, Bow Down - Dewdrop/Sister Imperator - E, 3.4k

“All work and no play’s turned you cruel,” Dew laments, and rises. Places his palms on the heavy desk and leans in, shower-damp hair in a curtain over his shoulders. “Could sweeten you back up. If you wanted.” Imperator takes a quick breath in. “Office hours are over,” she says. “Lock the door.” “Did that on the way in.” He has the cheek to wink. He trails his fingers over the wood as he walks around to her, loving the way her eyes follow him, up until he stands behind her, rests those elegant hands on her shoulders and gives them a little squeeze. “Feeling tingly yet?” Or, the road is fun, but coming home is, too.

Quintessence Control - Aether/Aeon/Dewdrop - E, 1.1k

"Didn't you say you wanted to show me a little something?" Aeon wiggles his fingers and Dew goes still. Against his neck, Aether places a wet, sucking kiss. "Okay?" he whispers against Dew's skin, fingertips stroking over his temple, down the side of his face. "Cool if we play?" Dew chokes out a yes, and Aether takes a slow, deep breath and bleeds magick into him, tangling himself between every neuron in his brain. (You should also read this one actually)

Stoned Edging - Aeon/Swiss - E, 1.4k

"Unholy shit," Aeon breathes, sounding delighted and fucked-out, trying to steady the rise and fall of his chest. "How many are we at now?" Swiss doesn't know. Too many times, and they're both far too high to remember the count. Their little game of how bad they can make it for each other relies on two things: one, the shared love of an exquisite, particular sort of misery, and two, how much of Mountain's greenhouse stash they can get away with pilfering. It's something the others don't have the patience for. Not the way they do, at least. They're over the top with it. Unnecessary. It's delicious.

Run Rabbit Run - Rain/Swiss - E, 17.5k

“I want you to show me just how important he is,” Swiss says and Rain doesn’t understand, dazed with the slow slide and massage of lips against his while he speaks. His brain is fogged up, useless. “Will you do that for me, sweetheart?” “How?” The hands on his face remain, though Swiss once again leans away in order to look at him properly, wearing that serene smile that says he knows more than Rain ever will. Or, The hunter strikes it rich.

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dragon-ashes1485 · 2 months ago

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TROP s2 ep8

Wow. OK I...am mostly not coherent at the moment so I will be doing character breakdowns because SHIT A BRICK there is so much to unpack.

Durin:

I want to start by saying how fantastic that opening was?! Durin bidding goodbye to Disa as he went to confront his father was so good. Owain portrayed the look of a son in this episode, someone who truly admires his father and wants the best for him, but he also portrayed a king, a dwarf that desires the best for his people with all his heart. I am disappointed we didn't get an Elrond & Durin reunion but his dad had just died so...fair I guess.

I really enjoyed the dwarf storyline, especially watching them descend into greed, especially Durin III, who let me say had an absolutely metal exit. The story of them arm-wrestling when Durin was a child really shows that he feels put under by his Father, only for Durin III to admit in his final minutes that Durin was always strong, and that he would need to be strong. I loved that part, the dialogue made me very sad.

A moment to appreciate this scene please!

The end of the story in season 2 for the dwarves feels like we might see more of them in possible season 3? I really hope so. I liked that Durin was ready to offer aid to the Elves, it's clear how awful he felt that Eregion fell in part because he could not send his army until it was too late.

Aside: DISA LIVES SO I LIVE ALSO.

Also: baby Balrog, anyone? I love how that firey bastard looked. They made it look like it had been plucked straight from the depths of hell itself.

I really hope the Dwarven storyline is a key focus in season 3, especially if it means getting the three amigos (or the two amigos and their tag-along elf) back together.

The Stranger:

It has been revealed! He has his beautiful staff! I love that it was taken from the ruins of the Stoor tree, kind of continuing the storyline of beauty coming from peril that seems to follow Gandalf around in the finales of the last two seasons. I very much enjoyed the little scene with Tom Bombadil. I'd heard them singing in the soundtrack and was very pleased to see it.

I'm including the Harfoots in this section, too, as they weren't in it much. Poppy's story of what Saddoc told her after she lost her family was so heartfelt and very Tolkein, I think that was my favourite bit of the Harfoot storyline this episode. For Nori...is it cruel for me to say that her ending of the journey with the Stranger felt a bit...sudden? I enjoyed her storyline and then she simply walks away from him. While I appreciate that she's doing her own thing, it feels like we were given such a character who was kind of swept away a little? I don't know, I liked parts of it but some felt like an untouched cup of tea, lukewarm and slightly disappointing. I might be alone in this but who knows! I only hope her story isn't left there.

Elendil: (and others)

Oh Elendil, thank you for acknowledging the existence of your other son, Anarion! Also he has Narsil now!! *happy noises* oh Miriel letting him go, sacrificing herself for him once more. This poor woman, please treat her and Elendil nicely next season? Pretty please? Eärien redeemed herself very slightly, I'm glad Kemem wasn't in Numenor when she snuck her father from the chaos. That scene reminds me of all the religious toil that took place during the Tudors, with the Reformation of the church, it all felt very alike. Anyway, I really enjoyed the little we saw of Numenor and hope there's more shown next season. It felt a little disappointing screen-time wise, so maybe s3 can give us a little more!

Alright then. Celebrimbor:

The amount of pain he endures to protect the rings was horrifying to see. I honestly thought they wouldn't show his torture at the hands of Sauron, nor the famous Celebrimbanner. But honestly? Good for you, not shying away from his tragedy of a death, giving him the honour he deserves. Also Charles Edwards? Brilliant work with Charlie Vickers. The writers really went for likening his time spent with Annatar to domestic violence. "Look what you have done to yourself" and all the talk in ep7 about how it was actually Celebrimbor's fault. The torture was horrifying, please feel for me as I had to watch it twice to find the screenshots. I will miss Celebrimbor's character but I am glad the writers gave him the true ending, evidenced the true tragedy of his death.

The shot of the forge is so upsetting. It was once a place of craft and happiness for Celebrimbor, all of Eregion was, but then it was the place of his torture and death.

Isildur:

Not much to say about him to be honest as it felt rather overshadowed by the Estrid romance that, if I'm honest, hasn't really interested me. Like, at all. The moment with Theo was sweet though, as was his acknowledgement of what he had become since his mother's death. I hope we find put what happens to Theo at some point, and that he might reunite with Arondir.

People who can get fucked:

Kemen. Little shit wanting to harm the trees, starve the settlers and this bitch threatened to kill Berek so he deserves nothing more than death. I'm getting angry just typing this so I will say no more.

Adar:

For a sec I was like, why is he so smooth. Then it all went to shit. I still want to know who he is! He was such a good villain but his death was inevitable. He had become too enamoured with killing Sauron, and his children suffered for it. I liked that his death mirrored when he killed Sauron, even the angle was spot on. It saddened me that Glûg was the one who did it, but not wholly unsurprising. His last words were awful and made me feel terribly sorry for him.As a side note, Glûg's death was sad, he had killed his father, found a new master and suffered a cruel death as a result. Also well done effects/makeup team for the transition back into Adar's scars.

Galadriel:

Flipping heck, the whole fight sequence with Sauron made me kick my feet. The part where he shapeshifted was so cool to watch! Also the fight was so dance-like, it was mesmerising. I am enjoying her character becoming wiser in this season, not even tempted this time by Sauron's offers. But she's still the warrior determined to vanquish him, literally crawling across the ground to defeat him. Oh the way I squirmed when Morgoth's stupid crown stabbed her so deeply.

SHE DID AN ELROND. SHE JUMPED. FORESHADOWING *CHEFS KISS*

Just saying, she looked fabulous in the cottage-core dress she wore in Imladris. I really hope the writers continue to make her the wise Galadriel we know in the third age, and also that she gets to fight in battle, of course.

I have so many hopes for her character in s3. Very proud of her not going back to Sauron, that bitch is abusive.

Sauron: dickhead. He killed Celebrimbor. Absolute kettle.

Gil-Galad:

He was great, I liked his joke about Galadriel. They might have redeemed his character a bit, in the last two episodes so I hope we see some more of that!

I love him fully about to rip off an orcs head because it made Elrond sad an dishonoured Celebrimbors work.

Elrond:

Best til last? I just have more to say about his character and also the parallels making my heart sing, so expect many crappy quality snapshots.

Firstly, I'd like to point out how much I loved that he was the one to save Galadriel. He has rejected the Elven rings (with rightful caution) but not enough to leave his friend to perish. He jumped off of a cliff to save his friends from the ring, and then when Galadriel mirrors his actions to stop Sauron getting them, he saves her. He is constantly looking after those he loves, rings or no rings.

This moment here made me sad. Elrond, fresh from the blood on the battlefield, trying to preserve the purity of Celebrimbor's legacy. He even addresses the orcs as they prefer, trying desperately to preserve anything of his friend, who he knows has fallen with Eregion. And they make him watch the burning, as though he was watching the last memory of Celebrimbor dwindle.

I swear, if he and Durin do not reunite in s3 and fix this look on Elrond's face, I will be disappointed. I need the comedy of those two again, help me recover from this season.

PARALELL OF S2 EP1 WHEN GALADRIEL PICKS UP THE RING. Oh I love me a cheeky parallel.

Please praise the cinematographers. They seem to give all the fancy shots to Elrond which is quite funny.

"We barely had the strength to flee" oh my heart fucking broke. Why do they do this to this guy? Let the poor elf retire in Imladris in peace. (Also, imladris?! Yay!) Thank you to the writers and Elrond for finally acknowledging the physical and mental toll of war. It's literally the reason Imladris becomes what it will be, because Elrond saw war and lived it, lived WITH it all his life. Let him retire please.

THIS IS WHAT I MEAN. PRAISE THE CINEMATOGRAPHERS. The look into the camera, the decision he has to make, chefs kiss.

I don't know what to expect to happen with his character next season, but I very much hope it involves Durin. His character arcs over the last 2 seasons have been insane, that's why he's so easy to ramble about, the characterisation and acting of him is phenomenal. Please be kind with them all, Amazon.

Lastly: ARONDIR AND VOROHIL LIVE. Please let Camnir be in Lindon, untouched, making maps and drinking tea.

Overall I really enjoyed the episode. Some of the Harfoots bits as I've said were a little odd but overall a great episode. Loved the parallels in this, the gorgeous shots, representing the mental toll from torture and war and also having the bravery to show that kind of thing on screen! I hope dearly that season 3 will only be better and continue to flesh out these character we love so much.

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sanjisboyfie · 1 year ago

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one piece smau: vacation edition

— strawhats being a cute friend group once again

— male reader, everyone having the tiniest crush on him too but thats only if u swuint (im a very selfindulgent writer sorry)

— also i imagine robin, franky and brook to be older than the rest of hte crew, but not like crazy older. its probably not really relevant, but like mid twenties insead of their thirties and forties LMFAOA the rest of the crew is young twenties

liked by ._.[name], princesanji, and 10k others

dni_nami: pre-7hr flight question, how long until we all start killing each other? everyone place your bets

tagged: ._.[name], freeluffy, and princesanji

uso_pp: we barely made it through the airport without losing luffy, so i'm placing my bet on one hour.

[liked by ._.[name], roro.zoro, and 20 others]

-> dr.law: i'm surprised you even made it through airport security....

-> freeluffy: TOORRAOO YOU SHOULD'VE COME IT WOULDVE BEEN SO FUNNNN!!!

-> dr.law: hard pass. good luck everyone else.

._.[name]: i think it's gonna be fine !!! what's the worst that can happen tbh

-> dni_nami: i could list 100 reasons why this is gonna go bad and all of them involve luffy.

-> robinkills: [name]'s right, i think this trip is going to be very fun !

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freeluffy: [name] rented bikes for us, but he won't let me drive :/

tagged: ._.[name]

SUPERCOLA: good job [name] for saving his life, much appreciated

dni_nami: i'm begging you two to not crash and make the expenses of our trip go up even more

-> princesanji: always thinking logically, nami, this is why i love you so much <333333333333333

roro.zoro: pick up some sake otw back

-> ._.[name]: yesyesyes we all know thats the only reason why you came anyway, i'll pick some up

-> roro.zoro: what. no way. i definitely wanted to be sat on a hours long flight next to luffy and be living in a small apartment with all of my friends who dont know how to speak quietly and wont let me sleep even when its already early morning. what. i am so excited to be here.

-> uso_pp: alright we get it please stop

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robinkills: thank you [name] for winning me the prizes :)

tagged: ._.[name]

._.[name]: anything for you robin <3 aka the person thats keeping all of us sane right now <3

princesanji: HOW DARE THIS BAFFOON STEAL YOU AWAY ROBIN PLEASE LET ME TAKE CARE OF HIM, I WILL MAKE SURE HE NEVER BOTHERS YOU AGAIN

-> uso_pp: when is sanji going to accept the fact that [name] is actually apart of this friend group and that he is also more favored by the women we interact with

-> ._.[name]: dw usopp he only puts on a hard front, he ltr begged me to room with him so he could cuddle w me at night. he's just being shy rn

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freeluffy: [NAME] [NAME] DID YOU GET ME THEONE I WANTED TOO??!?!?! REMEMBER I SHOWED YOU

-> ._.[name]: yes luffy :) we are otw back and i have the one you asked for as well.

-> SUPERCOLA: [name] the absolute goat in dealing with luffy and his absurd requests so the rest of us dont have to

liked by freeluffy, roro.zoro, ._.[name], and 9k others

uso_pp: morning debrief where we all share embarrassing stories, like how [name] almost stripped completely naked drunk last night because an ice spice song was playing on the karaoke.

._.[name]: alright genuinely why the fuck did that have to be the caption you put on the internet for the whole world to see

-> roro.zoro: no dont be embarassed [name] it was funny watching you try and copy her signature pose

[liked by dni_nami, robinkills, and 90 others]

-> dni_nami: don't think about even crossing me in the future, i have a video of the whole thing bby

-> ._.[name]: GOD FORBID A GUY HAS FUN

skullnsoul: i found [name]'s dancing and singing quite endearing

-> ._.[name]: thank you brook :') you're so sweet

-> skullnsoul: yes, although i feel like you're much too old to be wearing underwear with hearts as the print, [name]. i suggest buying new pairs of boxers :)

-> ._.[name]: what the actual fuck

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dni_nami: i really wish you could hear sanji cursing [name] outin this photo

tagged: princesanji and ._.[name]

._.[name]: me when im literally following the instructions that hes telling me and i somehow still get yelled at

-> princesanji: do you even understand hwo cooking meat works? everyone would have gotten salmonella and food poisoning if i didn't teach you how

->._.[name]: yelling is never the answer sanji

-> freeluffy: I THINK [NAME]'S COOKING TASTED REALLY GOOD

uso_pp: they acc cookeedddd tho like our food was so tastyyy

[liked by princesanji, ._.[name], and 9 others]

robinklills: sanji almost shoved [name]'s head into the griller, it was funny

-> ._.[name]: HE WHAT ??!?!?! I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE THAT HE TRIED DOING THA TWHAT THE FUCK

liked by princesanji, ._.[name], and 12k others

roro.zoro: [name] told me to post this photo he took.

tagged: princesanji and ._.[name]

dni_nami: awww look all the boys finally getting along

[liked by robinkills, uso_pp, vivi, and 50 others]

-> princesanji: i would have much rather been in your presence my queen, i love you so much

-> ._.[name]: sanjii give up the bit for fucks sake

uso_pp: where was me and luffy's inv ??? ig its like that now ....

-> roro.zoro: you guys were playing mermaids in the pool at the apartment and explicitly told us to not interfere with your serious business

-> princesanji: and then you started getting mad at us for invitig you again right before we left

._.[name]: damn zoro u lookin mad fine in this photo shiiiitttt #smash

-> roro.zoro: i need you to make sure your door is locked later tn or else i cant promise you will wake up the next day

liked by dni_nami, vivi, roro.zoro, and 12k others

._.[name]: thank u nami for the photos

tagged: dni_nami

._.[name]: btw nami made me post this w that caption so it could "scare away the hoes"

-> dni_nami: im doing them a favor, they just dont know it yet cuz ur fucking insane

-> uso_pp: LMFAOAO

purrrona: can i bite it?

-> ._.[name]: BITE WHAT?????

-> purrrona: so is that a yes or a no?

-> uso_pp: professional dick rider alert !!!!

roro.zoro: why is your thirst trap the first thing i have to see when i open this app

-> ._.[name]: why are you acting like you weren't the first person to like this post???

[liked by dni_nami, robinkills, and 57 others]

portgasace: WHY THE FUCK WAS I NOT INVITED ON THIS TRIP?????

dr.law: id also like to thank nami for the photos

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still-scribblin · 3 months ago

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Please, Please, Please

i just followed where the story took me, it was a few hundred words when i realized there was no smut in the books for this one????? none for now anyway and!! this doesn't seem directly derived from the song the longer i wrote but duhfaiuhdfjnldjfb whatever - also just posting this as soon as i finish so i don't have time to second guess or be shy so there are probably mistakes somewhere here isdbfhs

tags: inspired by a song, rlly mild angst at first but it's all good, reader-centric, 'Reese' is a nickname, if you read the whole thing here you'll get where it came from lmao

written for @stargazingfangirl18 's birthday! 🥳

hey siri! happy birthday! i'm one of your readers and i think it’s so cool that you hosted an event for writing for your birthday. it’s always a treat reading the stories you’ve written (and even the ones you’ve reblogged) when they come up on my dash and you’re one of the first cevans writers i’ve come across that just got me hooked on him and made me appreciate the different characters he’s played in his career! also one of the writers that probably influenced me to try writing for cevans characters too hihi. anyway i hope you have a great birthday here on tumblr and irl with your loved ones and closest friends, and i hope writing keeps you happy and that you share more of those happiness with the community here on tumblr. happy birthday!!! 🎈🎁🎊

i’ve been meaning to write for ransom using this song so i’m glad i got to use this event as a motivator for that. i chose to write for ransom first because he’s usually who i’m reminded of when i look at your blog (probably bc of the icon?) anywayyy yea :)))

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“Are you ashamed of me?”

“Wha- no! Never! You know I’m so proud of you, right?”

“I mean I understand you know,” he said bitterly, ripping your heart to shreds. “I wouldn’t want to be seen with me either.” It took a long time for him to be alright after realizing what he’d done, it took even longer for him to regain his confidence and show his true, lovely, colors after all that. Now it seems like all of that progress will be set back all because you’d lost the ability to speak.

“It’s not that at all Ran, I promise.”

“Really? Because I heard you threatening to pull your sister’s hair until she went bald when we ran into her at the supermarket if she said anything about us.” you couldn’t breathe. he heard that? “I didn’t even know you were capable of saying violent things. It was a nice change, definitely made you hotter.” somehow you knew he meant it even if he was avoiding your eyes this time around, trying to keep the hurt off of his face.

“Please believe me when I say I’m not ashamed. Of you, or us, or anything you’ve done and been through. It’s a problem with me, I swear.” your heart hurt at the disbelieving look he gave you.

“You’re a saint, why would it be a problem with you? Just be honest with me, Reese. I’m a grown man, I can take it.” You hugged his head to your chest, combed his hair with your fingers, and choked on your tears. Words that you couldn’t say tripping over each other, suddenly in a rush to be spoken when they’d been stuck in your throat for days. It wasn’t his fault that this meeting would be doomed to fail, and something inside you would die if you let him go back to the driver’s seat believing that you saw him as anything less than the man he was, the most loving partner you’d ever had.

You didn’t even realize your position had changed until you inhaled a mouthful of the fibers of his sweater.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you shrugged. The sigh he’d let out at least let you know he’s okay and out of the self-deprecating hole he’d dug himself into while he waited for you to speak.

“It’s going to be okay.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Maybe, but I have high hopes. You’ve always spoken so highly of your family, and if you’re right about them then maybe they’d give me a chance, just like you did.” the way he looked straight into your eyes with unshakeable faith stole the breath from your lungs, and that was that. you didn’t know what you did to deserve him.

Whatever happens, you were content knowing that Ransom knew where you were coming from, and that whatever anyone would say, you didn’t think of him any less. You steeled yourself as you both got back out front, the ride still quiet but definitely more comfortable as you felt the weight of your intertwined hands on your lap.

“Well that wasn’t so bad. What were you so nervous for?” staring at the ceiling of your childhood bedroom, squeezed against Ransom’s body and the wall beside your twin-sized bed, you’d barely heard what he said, feeling so snug and comfortable at finally being able to relax now that all’s said and done. You didn’t even know you lost sleep over it.

“Hey.” Ransom poked your cheek. He laughed as you groaned and buried your face in his chest.

“I don’t even know.” you exhaled, watching his chest rise and fall calmly.

For once in your life you were happy to be proven wrong. You’d thought that it would be a disaster of an afternoon, but your sister – godbless her blabbering mouth – had already told the whole family about Ransom, and about how she saw you two goofing off in the supermarket that day before approaching you two. The family had already known apparently, and were just happy that you found someone who wouldn’t take you for granted, regardless of their past.

Tears stung at your eyes at the idea of Ransom staying, not because he needed anything from you, but just because he wanted to.

“Come on,” you felt him grumble. “get out of that pretty head and come into bed with me. you already left me to fend for myself the whole afternoon.” he complained.

“Do I have to fuck your soul back into your body?” that got your attention.

“What?”

“What?” you could only watch, incredulous, as Ransom palmed his growing hard-on and proceeded to position himself between your legs with a mischievous grin. “I’ve been thinking of this since you told me we were visiting.” at your blank look, he sighed.

“Fucking you in your childhood bedroom, of course.” he snorted as you suddenly sat up and began hitting his arm out of embarrasment. seriously, where was the filter on this man’s mouth?

Apparently having had enough of games, you soon found yourself unable to move, hands pinned by one of his own above your head, your view taken up by Ransom furrowing his brows as he took his pants off with only one hand.

“Are you serious?”

“Yep.” he said, insufferable. You could only watch as he made a show of sucking on his particularly placed middle finger — the eyeroll you gave him only widened his stupid grin — and pressed said finger in the middle of your panties, tracing your slit over the cloth and breaking your unimpressed stare that he wasn’t buying.

“You’re such a worrywart,” Ransom said as he slid a thick finger into you, the gusset of your underwear pushed to the side, his eyes never leaving yours. “but I shouldn’t complain, that is how we finally got to talking, after all.”

The hand holding yours slid down to push your thighs further apart. The mental image of what you must look like, inside your family home, with only the four thin walls of your bedroom to keep your dignity intact sparked a fresh wave of arousal over you. Ransom, who had always been attentive, raised a curious eyebrow at the subtle twitch of your body. “you like this, don’t you?”

you refused to answer the accusation, refused to watch his infuriating smirk grow, but you should have known that would never fly with him. you squeaked as you felt a firm slap on your clit.

“answer me.”

“...yes” you whispered. you closed your eyes as he began chuckling, muttering to himself about how ‘he knew it’. One thing you’d learned about Ransom was that the guy loved to talk. The only time he ever shut up was when you sat on his face, because even asleep he liked to mutter random things, like book quotes or threats to family members that were nowhere near him, thankfully.

the sound of footsteps nearing your bedroom had you looking back at him, panicked. Ransom on the other hand, seemed excited, going by the way his eyes lit up.

“hey!” your sister knocked. “movie starts in 10 minutes so if you two aren’t down by that time I’m busting this door open even if I have to do it blindfolded!”

“kinky!” Ransom replied. The loud thump of your fist against his shoulder was drowned out by your sister’s laughter.

“fuck you!” you whispered, unbelievably embarrased.

“that’s exactly what I’m trying to do.” Ransom says matter-of-factly, his face speaking of the herculean challenges you’re no doubt going to have to endure for the next 9 and a half minutes.

#happy birthday siri 2024 #ransom drydale x you #ransom drysdale x reader

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teenytinyjimin · 7 months ago

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seventh heaven (k. taehyung & p. jimin)

minors dni. DO NOT INTERACT!

summary: in which taehyung and reader just want to have a little fun with their baby jimin

pairing: taehyung x reader x jimin

word count: 3.5k words

tags: smut, threesome (m/m/f), praise, dom!taehyung, switch!reader, sub!jimin, breeding kink sorta?, edging sorta?, hickeys, fellatio, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, feminine!jimin (let him be a lil girly if he wants), taehyung being good at aftercare, also a lot of consent, consent is important yall

warnings: …smut. no other warnings. i’m not a huge degradation/danger/trauma girlie so no need to worry about that

author’s note: thank u guys sm for the support recently i rly appreciate it <3 also i’m not a huge smut writer but i’m trying to work on writing more of it so pls be gentle with me, this is the first official smut work i’ve literally ever completed (i usually always stop midway through lol)

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Your relationship with Taehyung was nothing short of a dream from the moment it began.

When it came to you and him, everything was perfect. Sure, you had your typical couple arguments every once in a while, but that's what makes a relationship perfectly imperfect. You still go on dates like you did when you first started seeing each other, the flame is still very much alive, and you've built a lot of trust and communication.

So much so that you guys had agreed to open up the relationship not too long ago. Not in the sense that you guys have the freedom to see other people individually (you guys are entirely devoted to one another anyway), but in the sense that if the opportunity to spend the night with a third person arises, you'll both be open for it. You personally found it rather exciting, whereas Taehyung enjoyed seeing your enjoyment. That isn't to say he didn't enjoy it as well, but his priority is, and always will be, your happiness.

Unbeknownst to you, however, Taehyung had a secret weapon. One that he was admittedly a little nervous to use, but knew he had it in his back pocket if he ever wanted it. And that weapon was Park Jimin. His best friend since forever and the boy who secretly had a little crush on you.

It's not like Jimin straight-up told Taehyung that he was crazy for his girlfriend. He wouldn't do something like that knowing it could possibly jeopardize the relationship in question. But Taehyung knew by the way he acted around you and looked at you versus how he acted when you weren't around.

Jimin was a natural flirt, there was no question about that. Just because he loved flirting didn't mean that he wanted to get with someone though. And the one person he seems to never be able to flirt with, the one person he did want to get with, is you. He gets way too shy at the sight of you and he almost feels intimidated by your presence. Everyone has their weaknesses, and his seemed to be you.

The only reason Taehyung hasn't played his Jimin card yet is because he's concerned about their friendship. He doesn't really mind the idea of a threesome with his friend, it's just the fear that it'll change their friendship for the worse instead of for the better. He doesn't want to go through with something like this only for the relationship between them to crumble. We're talking about a friendship that has lasted for years and that has never even come close to dangerous waters. But whether he liked to admit it or not, Taehyung was a people pleaser, and something in the pit of his stomach really urged him to just go for it and see what happens.

And so he decided to go for it. Slowly and with caution, though. If at any time either of you decided to jump ship, he wasn't going to force it. All he wanted to do was see what would happen if you were posed with the opportunity.

So now, here you sat, the three of you cuddled up on your living room couch, a movie playing on the television. Platonic intimacy wasn't abnormal for you guys when it came to Jimin – he tended to be a touchy person around the people he cares about and it has nothing to do with romance or sex. You currently had your head in his lap and he had an arm draped around you, with his own head resting on Taehyung's shoulder. At the moment he seemed completely calm and collected, however neither you nor your boyfriend knew that his heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest, simply because of you.

“Mm,” you suddenly hummed after an eternity of silence, causing Jimin’s eyes to nearly pop out of their sockets. Having your head close to such valuable parts was one thing, but to make noise that caused the whole area to vibrate was something otherworldly. With all of his might, the poor boy was trying to ignore what just happened for the sake of you not realizing that there was currently a growing hardness under your head. Biting his lip and gently pinching his arm, he attempted to focus on the movie on the television as a way to distract himself from the situation.

Alas, you didn’t shut up to his dismay. However, you did move, which was nothing short of a miracle to him. You lifted your head up from your lap to look over at your boyfriend, a pout on your face. “Love, this is boring,” you whined. Being laid down with your head craned upwards wasn’t necessarily the most comfortable thing in the world so you took a hand and rested it on Jimin’s thigh so that you were propped up with a little bit of support. While your hand held a little bit of weight to it considering the fact that it was helping you stay up, the fact that you once again were extremely close to his crotch nearly sent him to an early grave. His breath hitched ever so slightly and he closed his eyes, trying to shut out everything around him.

“Sorry, Angel,” Taehyung crossed his arms and frowned. “Couldn’t find anything else that was good.” While he looked as if he was entirely focused on you and your upset, he was well aware of the pain you were causing his friend. If his weird behaviors weren’t enough to convince him that he was struggling underneath you, Taehyung’s prior knowledge of Jimin’s attractive definitely was. Just your existence alone was enough to cause the man to be absolutely weak in the knees.

“Pfft,” You rolled your eyes, flopping your head back into Jimin’s lap. “You’re lame for that, Tae. Jimin wouldn’t treat me like that. He’d find something better to watch or do,” You looked up at the boy, who was doing everything he could to avoid eye contact. “Isn’t that right Minnie?”

Heart stopping at the sound of you speaking to him, Jimin shrugged and squeaked out a quick ‘yeah’, not wanting to further the conversation. Had he not known any better, he would’ve thought you were flirting with him and trying to suggest something. But you were in a relationship, that wasn’t possible.

“Well, don’t let me stop you then,” Taehyung looked at both you and Jimin with a smirk on his face as if he were challenging you with your own words. If he knew one thing about you, it was that you didn’t like being challenged and you would prove him wrong in any way possible in an attempt to piss him off. But you knew exactly where he was going with this. He wanted you to prove him wrong for his enjoyment as well as your own.

Reaching one of your arms upward, you gently wrapped your hand around the back of Jimin’s head and guided it down toward yours. When his face was only a few inches from your own you stopped to admire his features. He was a beautiful human, there was no doubt about it, but you never really got the chance to admire him so closely until now. His eyes, though wide with shock, were glimmering and you could almost see little hearts floating around in them. His lips, so big and plump, were the most kissable shade of pink. His skin, so soft and supple, gleamed in the low light of the living room.

Moving your hand to his cheek, you took your thumb and swiped it across his bottom lip gently and slowly. At this point his eyes were no longer wide in shock, but instead relaxed and shy. He looked at you through his eyelashes and if you were honest, you weren’t entirely sure what was going through his head. He was so difficult to read sometimes.

“Are you okay with this?” You whispered gently, keeping eye contact with him. The second he said ‘no’ you were ready to push yourself off of him and respect his boundaries, but you were just as ready to dive head-first into passion if he said ‘yes’. You watched as his eyes went from calm and collected to lusty and pleading, his lips parting slightly. “Yes, please, yes,” He whispered, his tone nearly resembling a whimper. As if his response was music to your ears, you let out a pleased hum as you closed the gap between you and locked your lips with his.

The kiss you shared with Jimin was an experience you had never felt before. Your kisses with Taehyung were otherworldly, incredible, perfect for lack of a better word. But this experience with Jimin was completely new. He was an incredibly soft kisser, his lips moving in perfect harmony with yours, and despite not being able to speak to you he was able to communicate exactly what he wanted and needed just through his kissing. He was needy while still being respectful, and hungry while still being reserved. Yet he matched your energy perfectly with no interest in heating things up unless you initiated it.

As you continued to kiss Jimin for what seemed like eons, you felt a familiar pair of hands slowly make their way from your thighs up to the hem of your pants. Taehyung's touch alone was enough to make you absolutely melt, your arousal going from high to insane within a matter of seconds. There was something about feeling his strong, warm hands trace the hem of your pants before gently unbuttoning them and pulling them down past your knees and then completely off. You let out a soft moan into Jimin's mouth as you felt Taehyung's lips make contact with your inner thighs, kissing them gently and lovingly.

"Mm," Taehyung hummed as he placed one final kiss on your upper thigh, a mere inch away from your throbbing heat. "Looks like my baby's ready for your touch, Minnie," He continued, swiping a thumb down your wet underwear. The feeling of his finger running down your most sensitive area sent a chill down your spine as you squirmed toward him, whining for more of him. Jimin broke the kiss as he looked over at Taehyung with lidded eyes. You could tell by his facial expression that he was in absolute heaven right now. After all, he was getting everything he wanted and more. "C'mere," Taehyung cooed, beckoning Jimin to switch places with him. Happy to oblige, the two swapped spots.

Uninterested in keeping you waiting, Taehyung attached his lips to yours. You were slightly taken aback by the change in pace considering your boyfriend was much more confident and aggressive about what he wanted, but once you were able to match his energy you were able to enjoy the fireworks you always felt when you were kissing him. After a moment of kissing, he pulled away from you so that he could start discarding some of his clothing before helping you pull your shirt over your head.

Jimin, who was now at your thighs, mirrored Taehyung's earlier actions and began peppering your thighs with kisses. As he trailed up from your knees to the hem of your underwear, he used gentle fingers to latch onto the waistband before looking up at you. "I-Is this okay?" He asked softly and shyly, wanting to make sure that he was allowed to go further and that this wasn't just some trick. Letting out a soft hum you ran a hand through his hair and pet his head. "Of course baby, go ahead and have what you want."

Once given the okay, the man didn't stop himself from quickly discarding your underwear and bringing a finger to circle your clit. Letting out a gasp of air, you threw your head back, trying to stop yourself from letting out perhaps the loudest moan you would have ever produced. Soon enough Taehyung's lips found their way back to yours as you continued to make out. You brought a hand down to his hip before slipping your hand down his boxers and feeling your way to his erection. Your boyfriend let out a gentle grunt into your mouth at your touch, his brain foggy with bliss.

As you continued to move your hand along Taehyung's dick, you felt a gentle finger slip into your entrance, and then a second. You let out a soft moan and instinctually pushed yourself down onto Jimin's fingers which began slowly moving in and out of you. They were different from Taehyung's, much smaller, but were able to get the job done very well. When his fingers were as deep as they could possibly go, he curled them, hitting all the right spots in all the right ways.

"Mmh," You whimpered into Taehyung's mouth as you felt your partner smile against your lips before pulling away. He went to go take his boxers off so that his dick could be free for you to do whatever you please to, but you beat him to the punch and immediately attached both hands to the waistband and yanked them down. With a smirk on his face, Taehyung leaned down to give you one more gentle kiss before taking his hand and giving his cock a couple of pumps. "Someone's a little impatient," he hummed, causing you to whimper once again.

As soon as he got close enough to you, you took your boyfriend's dick into one hand and ran your tongue along the tip, eliciting an impulsive moan of pleasure to come out of his mouth. You gave the tip just a couple more licks before beginning to take his length into your mouth. Just as you were doing so, however, you felt a new presence at your core. Not only was Jimin continuing to finger you, but he now attached his mouth to your clit, giving it the gentlest of kitten licks as a way to playfully tease at it. You let out an ecstatic moan which caused your entire mouth to vibrate and caused Taehyung to throw his head back in pleasure.

"You're doing... so good... baby... so good," Taehyung breathed out as he began to slowly thrust in and out of your mouth, bringing his hand to cup one of your breasts. As he moved in and out you continued to swirl your tongue around as best as you could, letting out the occasional moan when Jimin hit your clit in just the right way with his tongue. As he continued to double-stimulate you with both his tongue and his fingers, you brought a hand down to grab at his hair. He let out a soft moan in surprise, not expecting you to grab for him, which caused an even greater rush of pleasure to your clit. He let out a couple more moans and hums, knowing it was helping get you along, until you were seeing stars behind your eyelids and your orgasm came to you not just like a wave, but like a full-blown tsunami.

With your mouth still preoccupied with Taehyung, you attemped to look out of the corner of your eye to see Jimin come up for air. From what you could tell, he looked as beautiful as always, though with tousled hair and a face sheen from your wetness. You watched as, with pleading eyes, he looked up at your boyfriend "Please let me fuck her, Tae."

Taehyung, who was far too busy riding his own high, was snapped back to reality when he heard his friend beg. He pulled his dick from your mouth momentarily, somewhat edging himself, to reach over and swipe a hand over Jimin's sweat-beaded forehead before giving him a nod. "Be gentle with her, Minnie. Don't wanna hurt my angel now, do we?" The older boy gave an eager nod as he began stripping himself of his clothes. You admired his toned figure for a moment before Taehyung guided your chin with your hand to face him. You looked up at him, his hair ever-so-slightly damp with sweat, as reached down and gave you a tender kiss. "You look so beautiful, darling... so perfect," He mumbled, kissing you again before trailing down your jawline and neck. After every couple of kisses he would bite down and suck, leaving prominent hickeys all over the upper half of your body.

Completely forgetting about anything else for a moment, you get caught up in the pleasure of your boyfriend marking you and gasp at the feeling of the tip of Jimin's cock rubbing against your entrance. You feel it twitch slightly at the contact as you already hear a soft moan escape the boy's lips. Before you could even think about anything else he bucks his hips forward as he pushes himself into you, letting out a low whimper until he bottoms out. You throw your head back in pleasure, arching your back and gripping the couch below you. Taehyung comes up from kissing and marking you to look at your face, admiring the pleasure that was coursing through your features. He took a hand and caressed your cheek, murmuring sweet nothings to you while both you and Jimin adjusted to the contact.

Once Jimin was used to feeling you around him he began to slowly thrust in and out of you, going as deep as possible each time he thrusted back in. He was hitting all of the right places and it was driving you absolutely wild, causing you to let out uncontrolled moans each time he reached your g-spot. In an attempt to take advantage of your moans and to chase his own pleasure again, Taehyung returned his dick to your mouth, letting the tip touch the back of your throat so that it would get the most intense vibrations whenever you let out a sound.

At this point, the three of you were going crazy. All that could be heard throughout the house was a chorus of moans, whimpers, and grunts as the two boys thrust in and out of you and you consumed yourself with the pleasure that you were feeling. As Jimin's moans became more breathy and needy, they began to become straight up whines. "I'm..." He panted, unable to form a complete sentence as he began to ride his high. Taehyung, aware of what was happening, stopped momentarily. "On her stomach, Jimin," He snapped. He wasn't going to let his friend cum inside of you even if that meant grabbing him and pulling him out of you himself.

Fortunately able to respect Taehyung's wishes, Jimin pulled out just in time, his dick twitching as ropes of white coated your stomach. He pumped his cock with his hand a couple of times to make sure he got all of the cum out, but after doing so completely collapsed onto the couch, eyes glossed over as he was caught in a daze of euphoria. Your boyfriend pulled his own cock out of your mouth as he grabbed you and gently turned you so that he was able to enter your cunt himself, thrusting in and out of you with sporadic passion and energy.

As he continued Jimin's job of hitting your g-spot, he brought a hand to your clit and rubbed his thumb over it, causing you to twitch under his touch. You let out uncontrolled moans as Taehyung's own moans started to turn into whimpers as he got closer. You began to tighten around him as you rode your own orgasm and he released inside of you shortly after, painting your walls white. As he let every last drop of his cum enter you he continued to thrust sloppily, ensuring his seed was staying inside. Once it got overstimulating, however, he pulled out and flopped down onto the couch between you and Jimin.

"You did so well," Taehyung cooed, pulling you close to him and giving you a kiss on the forehead. He then turned to Jimin and caressed his face, pushing his sweat-dampened hair out of his eyes and rubbing his cheek gently. Jimin was still far too dazed to speak or react to Taehyung's words or actions. He was still in complete shock that this even happened in the first place, but he wasn't about to say that he wasn't thankful that it did.

You watched your boyfriend through lidded eyes as he got up to go retrieve a towel from the bathroom that he could use to wipe your stomach as well as between your legs. He knew that you would probably go take a shower anyway, which is what you should do, but he didn't really want you to be sitting there in that state anyway.

Once done cleaning you up, he pressed a tender kiss to your lips. The three of you eventually got redressed for the time being so that you could appropriately resume your boring movie and watch it to the end. Because let's be honest, even though the movie sucked, you loved each other's company and you didn't want the night to end.

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sunny-lounge · 28 days ago

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A spot. A mark.

Relationship: Sami/Jey (SamiJey)

Rating: Teens and up — ramblings, thoughts and feelings, lips on skin but not actual kissing, light swearing..

Summary: Sami should be paying attention, but he's distracted by 'A spot. A mark.' on Jey's neck. - set sometime when Sami is still the 'honorary uce' and he's finally found "friendship" with Jey.

Word count: 5,458

Ao3 link / part 2 here. / *Other Fics*

A/N: This is a silly long one-shot. But, if anyone's interested in an explicit chapter 2 — let me know! I might end up writing it. I hope that you enjoy this! 🌸🌺

[— AGAIN: I'm not a "writer" SO... Comments/Feedback would really really be appreciated (comments sec; tags; or asks- anon or not), to really just actually, and quite genuinely gauge how good or BAD this is. So I know for myself 😁. And obviously I'd really love to know if you enjoyed it! - comments are so wonderful and so motivating as well! Thank you again for reading! 🩷]

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A/N 2: Disclaimer: I think I peaked with my first Fic - Us. — part 1 here and part 2 here. It's all downhill from here...😂

But, someone very dear told me not to worry and just enjoy writing, to enjoy the experience and just have fun with it. So that's what I'm doing. 🥰

Tagging: @afterdarkprincess thank you 🩷: @imabillyami

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Right there. Right. there.

Sami's eyes keep darting, back and forth, from the purplish mark on Jey's neck, back to his face. And back again, over and over, like a yo-yo, till he makes himself dizzy, so...he stops.

He also stops because he is sure that somebody is going to notice soon. And he doesn't want to deal with that. So, he returns to pretending to scrutinize everything else, but the man in front of him, until he realizes nobody noticing or caring. No one's paying attention to what he's doing right now... Good.. situation under control.

So, he goes back to staring...right back to the smooth, slender slope of Jey's neck, unconsciously licking his lips as his gaze continues scorching over him. Peeking out from under his shirt collar is...

A spot. A mark. A bruise. A hickey. Sami stares. Sami has seen enough of them over the years, enough to recognize one when he sees one, especially one staring at him this close. Some people aren't exactly shy about their extracurricular activities. He'll never understand why they feel the need to show it off, like it's some kind of prize, like they somehow need everyone else to know about it too, he doesn't get it. But, maybe now he does, staring at Jey.

He knows a bruise when he sees one, and this is definitely one he recognizes. This mark, standing out on the firm line of Jey's neck, is a hickey. His hickey.

It turns a shade redder, coming alive taunting Sami, when the Samoan unwittingly sticks his slender yet thick middle finger between his collar and his skin, and... Rubs at it. Slowly. Deliberately. Sami's mouth dries up, all it's moisture syphoned out, like the Sahara desert under the scorching hot sun and he almost chokes, heat in his body rising; as he catches the caramelized tan skin getting redder, freshly, as Jey's finger continues to unrelentingly move along it, until enough is enough and he moves his hand away, patting his shirt down back into place.

"Got 'nythin' to say, Uce?" questions Jey, turning to him eyebrow cocked, knocking him out of his haze, and -everyone- is looking at him, and Sami has to resist the compelling urge to perform a perfect rendition of a 'deer caught in the headlights' routine, or, run and hide. He wonders if hunching his shoulders over and pulling his head down, copper hair curtaining his face, hoping he'll disappear...Will actually make him disappear.

Did he make some sort of noise?.. Did they all hear it?.. He's fairly certain he did not. He's an adult, he has control, he's got a better handle than that on himself.

Right?

Unless... He has a fearful, yet irrationally stupid thought... Did they read his mind? He does sometimes ridiculously think about it, an inordinate amount of times.

You can't really blame him. It's because of the way people react to him, sometimes even when he says nothing at all. And, by the way Jey is peering at him right now - differently from everyone else, with a little spark in his eyes, like he knows - it's making Sami wonder if maybe he is right. If there's anyone in this world that's going be able to read his mind, it most definitely will be Jey. He'll probably just have to take one look at Sami, just for a split second, and he'll know exactly what is going on in his mind. And, of course he'll say something about how Sami thinks soo loudly, that - how could he not help but hear him? That it is Sami's fault, not his.

And, okay, Sami admits, he is thinking pretty loudly right now....Explicitly. Firstly, about how Jey got the hickey. And how Sami can give him another, by popping open the top button of his shirt, pulling down that collar and— Wait, he's been asked a question..How long ago..?

"Um, yes," Sami says, clearing his throat and straightening up, he is going to have to chance this, he glances down at some notes he's scribbled earlier, tracing a couple of squiggles and hoping his brain will jumpstart and provide him with something solid. Something professional sounding. Something impressive. Something to show he is listening. Something to show to he is paying attention.

"How about changing it up, not going with the obvious? Change up the partnership to something completely unexpected. I mean, we all work well together...extremely well. So, why not keep them guessing till the last minute? Do a switch up that they least expect. When they least expect it."

Everyone is staring. Was this not related to what they'd been discussing? Sami's frantically trying to rack his brain again hoping to remember, and come up with something, anything. He really needs to stop fantasizing at work, he is never going to be taken seriously if he keeps this up. "I know it's simple, but don't you think effective?" questions Sami, desperately hoping he's onto something.

At once, Roman and Jey look away, one last look directed at him before beginning to discuss it, extracting and reasoning out the implications of the additional input, and Sami sits back with a breath of relief. Across seated on a chair from him, Jimmy gives him a semi-impressed look, which he returns with a grin, hoping it isn't as shaky as it feels, like he didn't just pull this whole thing out of his ass.

But, Sami doesn't want to rest on his recent laud. Adamant to do better, well he just really wants to impress Jey, he pays careful, and closer attention to Jey's speculations and hypotheticals, his strategies and plans. Sami tries to relate it all back to his own experiences, what he's learnt throughout his career, in all of his own matches and the ones he's seen. He starts teasing it all out, the reasons, his movements, his strategies behind it all, trying to relate it back to what could theoretically work right now, in this situation.

He's trying to add his own knowledge to it, his own understanding, and evidence, to back up his input, to come up with something solid. See, he can do this, he's not completely useless...

Just when he thinks he's finally making progress, and he comes up with something insightful... He's distracted again. And, his attention most certainly does not drift back to the purple mark on Jey's neck, or how it shifts every time he swallows or talks, or unintentionally tilts his head, or how it moves when he takes a long swallowing sip of water, or just moves around in general. He's certainly not distracted. He's really not. Not at all.

"Alright, enough," Roman's rumbling voice booms suddenly, and Sami snaps back to reality, body tensing in trepidation, positive he's been caught and is being chastised. By Roman of all people. But he isn't; Roman is giving Jey a mildly annoyed smile, waving his hand at him as he gets up. "You made your point. I'm too hungry for this. We'll finish this later. But for now, lunch. I gotta eat."

Jey grins back. "You just mad, you din' think of it firs', big Uce. But, a'ight, I could eat some."

The others all get to their feet, Jimmy stretching, and Solo cracking his neck, as Roman strolls towards the exit, the Wiseman trailing along, following close behind. Sami, surprisingly, isn't the last to follow; Jey is lingering behind, poking at his phone as he slowly makes his way around the table.

"Y'all comin'?" Jimmy hollers out from where he's already halfway out the door with Solo. And, a memory of Sami being yelled at by his parents to hurry up and move, so they can finally go get something to eat; rushes at him, making him feel nostalgic. Feeling like he's a kid again. And it reminds him that this is his new found family now. But, he's snapped out of the memory and the sentimental realization, the feeling quickly fading into curiosity as Jey shakes his head absently, directing Sami's attention back to him.

"Give us a sec, Uce," he calls back to Jimmy. "We be there in a minute." And then he looks up from his phone locking eyes with Sami. "We gotta talk, Sami," states Jey, with a slight frown and tilt of his head.

In his periphery, he sees Jimmy and Solo trade a look, it's hard to decipher, but they are brothers and that's all it takes for them to understand each other. 'Called to the principal's office' - is Sami's closest guess. Sami stays where he is as the others leave, the door closing after them with an ominous thud.

Jey beckons him forward, all it takes is just a look and a slight nod; raising an eyebrow as Sami slowly saunters his way towards him, casually approaching him in leisurely strides. Trying to give of an aura of keeping a cool front.

Sami's not sure it's working going by the look Jey is giving him, but he's still trying as he's making his last steps towards Jey. He's determined to see this out.

He stops in front of Jey keeping a respectful distance between them.

"My suggestion was a pretty good idea, right?" says Sami eagerly, bouncing on the balls of his feet, wanting to get ahead of whatever this is as soon as possible, he's trying to distract Jey and remind him that he really isn't as dumb as a bag of rocks. He is smart! He knows things. He's the strategist for goodness sake! Sami does not sit around gawking like a teenager with a crush.

Well, not all the time. Just... just sometimes.. just when Jey's around... Alright, so sue him.

"Is a good one, Uce, I'll give you that," remarks Jey, with a slight smirk, not commenting on Sami's growing smile at the thinly veiled compliment and adds on, "You been observin', 'n you observin'... i'z proll'y useful for us."

This is as close to a 'good job, you're actually quite helpful' as the Honorary Uce is likely to get, so Sami doesn't think he wants to push his luck. Or...worse, do his happy dance, which he really wants to and probably will do the moment he is alone.

He knows it's pathetic, he knows he's pathetic reacting to this the way he is, feeling giddy from just a few nice-ish words, from Jey —there's happiness bubbling up in him at Jey's approval, just because of this little exchange between them...Pathetic. But he can't help it. He's completely gone for Jey, head over heels, smitten.

"I din' ask you to stay to be nice, Sami," retorts Jey, Sami's smile freezing in place and slowly slipping. Jey leans back against the table behind him, waiting, for what Sami has no clue, tapping his long thick calloused fingers against it's edge. It's distracting. He gives Sami a searching look. "Why you keep starin', Uce?"

It takes great effort, but Sami does not permit his eyes to drop from Jey's face to his neck. Not that he can see the hickey from this angle, but still. He knows it's there. "Me? Staring?" asks Sami, eyes widening comically, innocently round. He knows he's not fooling anyone, but he can try right?

Jey is not fooled.

He does roll his eyes, not bothering to even try concealing it, slowly amusedly blinking as he's staring at Sami, the beginning of a little smirk starting to grace his features.

"That," says Jey, pointing. "What you just do there. You stoppin' yo'self, you be hiddin' somethin'. What? What's it be, Uce?" asks Jey, eyes narrowing leaning forward towards Sami, like that's going to intimidate him into answering.

He then holds out his hand, palm up. "Gimme your phone."

"What?" asks Sami, eyebrows rising in surprise. 'Wait, Jey really has no idea? Oh shit," he thinks, making the realization that Jey might genuinely have no knowledge about the hickey on his neck.

Jey impatiently snaps his fingers at Sami, waving his hand in a 'give it to me' gesture. "Gimme your phone, Sami," he repeats, voice low and waiting.

Sami fumbles it out of his pocket and unlocking it hands it over to Jey, fear, anticipation and amusement growing in equal measure. Does he want to see Jey freak out or does he want to see him smug? It's impossible to decide as Jey fiddles away, finally holding the phone out with one hand and to the side scanning his face and neck, the camera app obviously set to face him. Sami doesn't know why Jey couldn't have used his own phone, it's sitting right next to his hip, right there on the table.

But, he does know. Jey is messing with him. Riling him up.

He's holding Sami's phone with one hand, finding just the right distance away from him, to be able to see clearly.

Starting on his left side, of course; probably to deliberately screw with Sami. Because, there is no way Jey could have gotten up this morning, brushed his teeth, washed his face, styled his hair, dressed, and not looked into a mirror the whole time, not once. Not noticing.

He's making his way slowly over to his right, and Sami swallows in expectancy when Jey pauses, tilting his head back, just a fraction getting a better angle.

Gosh, yes. Right there.

"You kiddin' me, Uce?" hisses Jey, shooting him his classic 'dry n' dirty' look. Snapping Sami's attention right back onto his face.

Is there some annoyance in there? Amusement maybe? Sami can't tell, he's distracted, again unsurprisingly, an ostensibly reoccurring theme when it comes to Jey. He's entirely too enthralling, captivating, and Sami will admit he is wholly enslaved by him. He doesn’t think he can ever escape, even if he tried. Not that he wants to.

Jey is looking into his phone, Sami's phone, angling it towards himself, phone and body positioned like some sort of professional camboy, alluring and seducing his viewers drawing them in, hypnotizing them...into never wanting to leave. He's tugging at the collar of his shirt with his free hand, pulling it down low, with those fingers of his. Carefully appraising his hickey.

Sami's shuffling on his feet, fidgeting, rolling his shoulders back, and letting out some of the tension building up in him. This is...hot. It should not be, but it is, and it only gets hotter when Jey is tugging at his collar, loosening it from where it's sticking to his body; seamlessly gliding his thick fingers around it's edge and down the front, in one motion undoing the top two buttons of his shirt and pulling his collar even further away from him.

Sami isn't sure he's even blinking anymore, he knows he's not moving, and he's not entirely sure he's breathing either; anticipation building, afraid he'll miss even a split second of this captivating display in front of him. Jey's flaunting, his seducing movements being laid bare for Sami to see, just for him, and only him. He's putting on a show, whether he knows it or not, and Sami is thirsting for it; his spellbound audience. Honestly Sami is about 60% sure Jey is oblivious to the effect he's having on Sami right now, and 40% sure he knows exactly what he's doing. Jey is too focused on his own neck; but his draw and pull at Sami is reeling him in; hook, line, and sinker. Sami is defenseless.

Jey's collar now more open is showing off the lengthy expanse of his neck, unveiling the bony slide of his collarbone fleeing modestly underneath the cloth resting on his shoulders, but still more of his delicious caramelized skin on display - a stark contrast to Sami's; the tips of his vibrant tattoos beautifully contrasting against his dark skin are playing hide and seek, disappearing down below tempting Sami from beneath; showing him just enough to be teasing him — It works. Sami wants to see more. He wants to taste more.

Sami's shifting his weight, using it as an excuse to shuffle a little closer and to the side, to get a better look. He knows it's probably not a good idea. But, he also needs to try and physically shake off some of this heavy arousal, its hunger that's been steadily building up and settling dangerously low in him. Anymore and any lower, his reaction is going to become undeniably physical. He's barely containing himself right now.

'Cool it, Sami,' he thinks to himself, making a concerted effort to shake himself out of it. It's simmering so close to the surface of his skin. Rearing to come out.

It isn't like it's the first time he's seeing it; the tattoos; the hickey...everything. But, he can never get enough, enough of this man. No matter, how many times he sees it. No matter, how many times he traces it, or how many times he memorizes it— With his eyes, with his fingers...with his lips, and with his tongue...

No matter, how many times..he looks at it; feels it; and tastes it..

The mark isn't small either; it's a lot bigger than he realizes. And intensely darker. It's a dark royal purple, fanning out bewitchingly, gorgeously full and rich, and Jey's poking and prodding; rubbing and feeling; using his fingers, mapping it out so reverently.

Sami feels a fresh rush of arousal slamming right through him, hitting him with a force once again. He's unconsciously licking his lips, wanting to do something, needing to do something, silently hoping he doesn't look like he's standing there looking desperately wanting, like a dog in heat. When; the magic is broken as Jey pauses giving him a dark look.

"This all yo' fault, Sami," he practically growls, accusingly, but...he doesn't look entirely displeased.

His eyes are narrowed, forehead drawn in, cute unhappy little wrinkles resting there, but there's an underlying softness to it, something gently unyielding. It's something Sami will never get used to seeing, having it directed at him, it's a rare look on Jey one he hardly ever lets anyone see, let alone willing shares with anyone. But, Sami sees it, because he's allowed to.

There's more to the look on Jey's face than just the surface.

Like flipping a coin. There's more underneath that's unseen, something more on the other side, not exclusively different but just waiting to be discovered. You just got to know, to look. And Sami knows, so he looks.

He's not surprised, he's come to learn that Jey feels, and he feels a lot, he's surprisingly giving with his emotions, selectively so. But when he gives, it's like a warm waterfall rushing over every part of you, it's intense and powerful, and there's no escaping it.

Jey's watching him, searing Sami with those big brown eyes of his, and Sami can feel the heat burning his skin.

Jey's pupils are blown wide, eyes darkening, storming and cloudy like a monsoon... but there's a ray of light piercing them, it's a mix of want, of lust, and of desire, and they're swirling dancing together in a perfect blend. And it's enough for Sami to spy, feeling it right to his soul, feeling its hold on him. And, it hits him like a hard punch to the chest, leaving him aching and breathless all over again.

These feelings Jey evoke in him aren't new, but it hits him just as hard every single time, exactly like as if it were the very first time.

And, this look Jey is directing at him, is the same look he's reflecting right back, only heavier, weightier, as he focuses his own gaze on Jey. Trying to convey to him just how much he's feeling himself. He's never getting over the fact that Jey started looking at him this way in the first place, continues to, and hasn't stopped, and he can only imagine the look on his own face right now.

Jey breaks eye contact, always trying to hide when it gets too much for him, too intense, as if embarrassed; or maybe it's just something he's not used to, allowing himself to be this open and vulnerable, receiving such unadulterated attention and affection; and showing the world, how he really feels. But, he does for Sami, and it makes Sami grateful, his heart full and aching in the best way -having the same affect on him always- his pulse thrumming, his chest tightening, and his breath stalling. He feels it all, every part, it's visceral.

He watches Jey again and takes in the look on his face, he can only describe it as floaty...and mesmerized, flittering across his face seemingly unaware of it as he's now slowly...purposefully... trailing a single finger, extending it unnecessarily slowly down the lengthy column of his neck, stroking it teasingly, and moving carefully, intentionally, over the mark on his neck, his mark. Still, inspecting it, intensely observing it through his phone.

At this point, Sami realizes that Jey knows exactly what he's doing, what he's doing to Sami — he's doing it on purpose...the sly little minx.

And oh boy, does that dooo things for Sami. His whole body shuddering at the realization, along with the look on Jey's face, and the way his finger is moving over his skin..., it's all too much and entirely not enough, a wave of primal want is beating right through him, the urge to surge forward and devour the man in front of him is fighting strongly against his resolution to stay put right where he is, as he wills himself to remain still. He's suddenly also very aware of the soon to be noticeable reaction in his pants, beginning to stir. 'Well, shit,'' thinks Sami.

He almost thinks he hears an echo..

"Well, shit, I'm fuckin' a teenager," mutters Jey, sounding positively disgruntled and put-out.

But, he's fast loosing the battle to look completely put-out and displeased, his lips betraying him twitching upwards and almost reluctantly curling at the corners, the spark in his eyes from earlier back full force.

"Hey!" protests Sami, indignantly, a little insulted, but actually not, cause he is acting like a fucking teenager around Jey.

Stepping forward, tugging his phone from Jey's grip and pocketing it, his other hand sliding hooking around the side of the Samoan, down low by his waist. "It's not my fault you're so—"

Don't say delicious, you always say that, you stupid," growls Jey, wriggling backwards, settling himself more comfortably on the table, thick thighs splaying open on either side, invitingly. His words saying one thing, his body saying something entirely different.

"I can't believe you, Sami. I can't believe ain't nobody say nothin'," complains Jey, trying to purse his lips in a firm line, annoyed, but all Sami is seeing is a poorly concealed pout. It's adorable.

Pout on his face Jey leans back on the table, lazily stretching out placing both hands behind him, he's leaning back lengthening out his torso slanting backwards fully displaying himself, like a peacock to his mate. Sami's hand that's found it's home on his waist following along, moving his own body in sync with Jey, forward as Jey moves back like two partners dancing as one.

"Maybe they missed it," whispers Sami, and he's not sure why he's whispering, but for whatever reason it feels right in that moment, so he does.

Perhaps, it's their sudden proximity, the closeness, the shared intimacy. And it's making him feel like it's just the two of them in existence right now, whispering like this makes it feel real, like they're even closer, that it's only them that exist. No one but Jey can hear his voice, they're the only ones sharing this.

His voice is a little scratchy, his throat is dry again, and he's finding it hard to do anything but answer to the pull that Jey has over him.

Unconsciously he's answering Jey's invitation, moving even further into his space. Unable to help himself, trying to reach more, wanting to touch more, wanting to feel all of him, having his hands roam all over. Sometimes Sami feels overwhelmed by Jey, wanting to just sink into him, to be absorbed by him and loosing himself completely, wanting to be fully immersed surrounded by him.

Sami's now gripping his hips with both hands in a secure hold, pulling him closer, Jey slides, without any resistance a little more towards him. Curling his long arms snuggly around Jey's firm waist embracing him fully, he feels different to anybody he's ever held, firmer thicker - pleasing, perhaps more so than anyone else if he were being honest. Definitely more.. Everything about Jey is perfect to Sami, a living Adonis, and who can blame him for thinking that as Jey rests warmly and willingly in his arms. Sami's never going to believe that this is his reality. Or, that he's ever going to be satisfied with anyone else. He's been completely ruined.

He settles in between Jey's thighs fitting himself in like a perfectly completed puzzle, flawless, it's no surprise to Sami though, just like everything else he knows, it just confirms that they're meant to be.

Now they remain shoulder to shoulder, chest to chest, hip to hip; thigh to thigh and pressing close, there's barely a breath between them. And, moving one hand in front, Sami's nimble fingers make quick work undoing another button on Jey's shirt. Softly continuing his path trailing north, tenderly touching his pale fingers along Jey's neck as he moves, sending shivers down Jey's spine, finally settling softly into his rich black curls, scratching gently with his nails working his way up, and back again, repeating the motion.

Jey's eyes flutter shut at the feeling of Sami's fingers running through his hair, letting out a rumbling purr deep and satisfying, the vibrations rippling against Sami's own chest, and he plasters himself closer wanting to feel every bit of it.

Sami's hand feels the slightest pressure as Jey leans back into it, silently asking for more, and inadvertently further baring his throat to Sami, clutching at him chest to chest, wanting to feel more of his touch.

Sami can't take his eyes off him. He's swallowing thickly, wanting to trail his tongue wetly along that delicious throat of his that's being offered to him, naked in front of him, waiting to be tasted. Sami, wanting to taste it, but he doesn't, he waits.

Wanting to undo another button, instead placing his hand back on Jey's waist, because there are no more buttons to undo and he mourns at what could've been, but Sami earlier undoing that last button is still enough to reveal a little more, a greater peek of his body, it's only a little more but he supposes is better than nothing.

"Or, maybe they're impressed," says Sami, both hands now settled warm on Jey's waist, finally finishing his sentence after what seems like eternity. Jey doesn't even remember what it is about anymore, but still wants to say something, the incessant need to shut Sami up hijacking him like always, the one that's been there ever since the very first time Sami opened his mouth to speak in his presence.

"There ain't nothin' impressive 'bout—Uhhh!...ahhSamiii..!! Mmmm....," mewls Jey, unable to stop himself, his whole body seizing up to the unexpectedly warm mouth currently open, wet and sucking lightly on his skin, teasingly. He's arching up, hands fisting hard into Sami's shirt, strong thighs clamping together squeezing themselves tighteningly in response, they're wrapped almost painfully around Sami's own upper thighs.

It should be embarrassing but it feels so good that he doesn't care, as his hands finding a firm hold on Sami's shoulders, fingers digging in before sliding it around the back of his neck, feeling his way up into his hair, gripping firmly and pushing Sami's face even closer against his skin, wanting him to suck harder brazenly offering more of his neck to Sami, unashamedly, who in turn is now hungrily taken to stroking his tongue across eagerly lapping at Jey's bruise tasting it as if savoring and relishing it's unique flavor melting onto his tongue, like a kitten desperate for milk.

Jey can't get enough he's pushing closer, pulling firmer, his thoughts in overdrive running wild wanting that thick warm muscle to be in other places soon.

"We gotta stop," gasps Jey, panting heavily, but not loosening his grip on Sami in the slightest, "We gotta eat lun..."

"Are you seriously saying that to me right now?" replies Sami, pausing only for a second then going back to gently nipping at the corner of Jey's jaw, just enough so he can feel the sharp scrape of Sami's teeth but light enough to to be playful, and Jey lets out a shudderingly pleased sigh, tugging at Sami's hair ever so slightly in response.

"I'm starting to think you've got some kind of biting kink, Jey," teases Sami, grinning, curling his tongue out running just the tip of it on Jey just cause he can, and being unable to resist tasting him again dutifully nipping and nibbling, running his lips just under his jawline.

"I ain't..anhhh..uhhh..I ain't got nothin' to...unhhh...say to that, Ucee..," slurs Jey, unable to do anything but, long lashes fluttering in pleasure fighting to keep them open. He's trying to speak with conviction, but he's barely choking out the words, slurring, drunk on Sami's attention.

Sami fueled with hunger continues tracing a path along Jey's skin, peppering him with little imprints of his lips across the surface of his throat, as much as he tries, Sami cannot keep his lips of Jey, as he's making his way to the unmarked skin on the left side of Jey's neck.

Taking his time, Sami takes a deep breath in, inhaling him, slowly running his nose steadily along Jey's warm skin, just breathing smelling and taking him in, running his tongue meticulously across his flesh, sampling tasting and savoring him. His senses are filled with a delicious mix a little soapy and a little spicy, a little salty and a whole lot fresh, and so completely Jey underneath it all.

"If anyone be kinky, i'z you, Uc—," gasps Jey, still wanting to prove a point. Meaningless as it is.

And Sami takes pity on him letting him have this win. "Guilty as charged," admits Sami, feeling no real shame or remorse, and he's leaning into Jey again, slurping on the taut line of his neck unable to get enough, making the Samoan squeeze him even closer, extending his neck even more, moaning and writhing in pleasure.

"But it was you who made me this way, you made me this 'kinky'," growls Sami lowly, his lips brushing against the smooth of Jey's neck as he speaks, hot breath dancing across his wet skin. Making Jey shudder, and Sami's giving him a couple more decisive and deliberate licks. Just to prove his point.

Jey is now wet, completely coated in Sami's saliva, it's gross but he's so turned on by it that he's shaking with want.

"Fuckkk," grates out Jey, shaky hands embedding themselves tighter in Sami's hair giving it another tug, feeling almost hypersensitivity a mouth-watering prickling rippling across his skin in reaction to Sami's unrelenting mouth, lavishing him.

Good thing Sami enjoys the pressure to his scalp, it happens often enough, it's the slightest pleasurable pain always sending a little shiver up his spine, just like right now; and maybe part of Jey knows it as he feels it, he's always messing with Sami's hair, always tangling his fingers in it unable to help it, his hands fully burying itself holding on tight, almost using it as his anchor to ground himself when the sensations start to overtake him, and when Sami starts to overwhelm him.

"If you gonna mark me up again, do it where ain't nobody can see," groans out Jey, breathlessly, he wants this.

He can hide it with the tops he wears, but not if it's too high up on his neck..

Sami pulls back a little, bumping and sliding his nose cutely against Jey's along the way, telling him without words that he appreciates it and he really wants this too, and he'll give Jey everything he wants and more.

Sami grins at him, all teeth, eyes sparkling pulling at Jey's shirt pushing it back more, and snagging his fingers under its collar, quickly dragging it to the side. "Whatever you say Jey," he murmurs, eyes already half-closed as he plants his face onto Jey's naked chest just beneath his collarbone, mouth open and hot against his skin teeth out ready...aiming for another hickey to match the first.

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All I Haven't Said | Namjoon/Reader

💜 Chapter 3: Part 1 💜

Table of Contents: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 (part 1), Chapter 3 (part 2)

Pairing: idol!Namjoon/f!Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU; idol AU; chapter fic; strangers to lovers; a bit of idiots to lovers, tbh; slow burn; eventual romance; eventual smut; angst (life is messy & hearts are complex); OT7 featured

Summary: You found your soulmate - or rather, he found you. Turns out he's an idol of much acclaim who needs you for very real and unglamorous reasons. What could become of two hearts so used to giving of themselves when they are confronted with needing each other?

Chapter Word Count: ~6k

Chapter Warnings: This fic is 18+, as is all my work and my page as a whole; Talk and depictions of cancer, its treatment, and the symptoms of both; implication of some disregard for personal agency by entertainment industry; character experience and description of disassociation; flashbacks of a distressing situation; soulmate skinship; cursing; conversations surrounding soulmates and sex; character experiences an emotional breakdown; light embarrassment; CONFLICT (you knew it was coming, right?), there is plenty of fluffy stuff too I PROMISE 😂😅

Author's Note: Wow. It's been a minute. If you're still reading this story, thank you for sticking with me, and I apologize for the stretch of time between updates. For the longest time, I just couldn't get this part right...and then it was far too long, so I split it up, and I'm still editing the second, and (potentially) third parts. I got several messages from readers who were worried I might have abandoned this fic, and let me assure you, far from it! I am not a speedy writer, and struggle with doubting if what I'm putting on the page is good enough, so sometimes it takes me a minute to update, but let me assure you, these characters are so special to me and so alive in me, and I ask thank you for your patience as I work to tell their story! Thank you for your lovely words of encouragement and feedback on the story - I appreciate each and every one of them!!

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P.P.S. If no one has told you yet today, you're loved and worthy of love! 🧜‍♀️💜

"I needed the light of your energy, I looked around, devouring hope."

~Pablo Neruda

Chapter 3: My Windows Ache

"FUCKING FINALLY."

"Hey, Di."

"How dare you ghost me for the forty-eight most interesting hours of your life?!"

"Well, I was low-key occupied..."

"TELL ME EVERYTHING."

You sighed, settling down on a shaded bench in the garden grounds of the hospital to which you had escaped for a little privacy and an important phone call or two.

"Uh oh. That was your 'things are complicated' sigh," Diana prodded.

Your eyes tracked a swallowtail as it flitted from azalea to azalea.

"Well, things certainly aren't conventional or straight-forward, that's for sure. But where's the fun in understanding the basic parameters of what you're getting yourself into on a life-altering scale, right?"

"Ummmm...what does that mean? You met him, right?"

You could barely hear your sister's question over the crinkle of plastic in the background.

"Yeah, I did. We bonded too."

"Oh mah gah!!" Diana choked out amidst sounds of crunchy chewing. "So what's he like?"

You thought for a moment.

"He's kind and intelligent. Obviously extremely resilient. His presence is impressive, but he has something about him that's very disarming. He's kind of clumsy and at moments almost...shy? Like, I don't know what I expected, but there's this sweetness to him that you wouldn't anticipate from someone in his position."

"As a cancer patient?"

"As an idol."

You sighed again.

"I don't know...he's..."

Diana let out a strangled sound and uttered an enthusiastic string of words you couldn't make out.

"I have no idea what you just said. Could you please decide whether you want to talk to me or consume an entire bag of Doritos?"

"Hey, it's dinner time here!" she whined, "And I said," her voice quickly changed to take on a smug sing-song tone, "That last sigh was your smitten-kitten one..."

"It was not!" you cut her off sharply. "And get every single idea of Namjoon and I as a couple out of that scheming head of yours because he's very much taken. I'm meeting his fiancée for lunch today."

"What? He's engaged?"

Diana let out an exasperated huff.

"Why didn't they tell you about this right off the bat? You're going to be the soulmate of a married man? What does that even mean? This is bullshit."

You had a hard time disagreeing with her there. It was, in fact, bullshit that Namjoon's team had kept his relationship status a secret. Would it have changed your decision? Probably not. This had been about saving Namjoon's life, not some bizarre attempt at matchmaking. But having a third person to consider, and so intimately, as part of the equation for the rest of your earthly life felt like something you should have been made more immediately aware of. Navigating your boundaries with your soulmate had already been complex enough without introducing the prospect of being a fixture in his married life. When Namjoon had breached the prospect of meeting her, he had been taken aback at your surprise - he, like you, had assumed that Hybe's representation had disclosed everything of significance.

"So it's a good thing I came here as a lifeline, not a mail-order bride," you reminded your sister, "And that seems to be working, by the way. His vitals are already stable. They stabilized overnight, in fact. And his white blood cell count was way up this morning, which is good because I guess he was experiencing immunosuppression from the chemo."

"Oh, nice," Diana murmured.

You had to remind yourself that she was young and excitable, and not to be annoyed at the disappointment that he crept into her tone. However, never one to be down for long, her voice brought its usual bright mischief through the speaker as she posed her following question.

"By the way...how was bonding?"

She had said it with an inescapably salacious undertone, which is why, you told yourself, heat had begun to creep up the base of your neck. You stammered, switching the phone from one ear to the other as you bought yourself time to reassemble your decorum.

"Ah...I mean...it was...intense?"

"Ooooohhhh," Diana trilled, only making you more uncomfortable as the heat spread from your neck to your cheeks, "Intense, huh? Like in a good way?"

You squirmed uncomfortably where you sat, thoughts of Namjoon's pleasure-stricken face and the strength of his hand and how his skin felt against your own hitting your hippocampus like a flash flood.

"Y/n?"

"It was fine, okay? And it worked - so that's what's important."

"....Okaaay..." Diana drawled skeptically.

You scrambled for another talking point.

"That kid visited. The one who came to the States - Jungkook. And another one of the members too - Jim...Jimin? I'm still trying to get their names straight. Some of them don't go by their actual names on stage - Namjoon is RM...but you knew that. Anyway, I digress. Both the boys were really sweet. Seems like they're all very close. I'm supposed to meet the rest of the members at some point next week at dinner. They wanted to have a sort of 'last supper' for us since we're probably going to start rejecting food soon."

"That's cool, you get to meet the whole team! Oh my gosh, you're just going to casually have dinner with BTS...this is still so unreal!"

"Yep," you affirmed, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.

Namjoon had hit you with a couple of whoppers last night, but this was one you were actually looking forward to. You told Diana all about your first two days in Seoul - about the impressive hospital and its kind staff. About meeting Namjoon, and his condition. About how everything was still so fresh and new. About how so many things were still unsettled, so many questions unanswered.

"So are you nervous?"

"About what?"

"Meeting his girlfriend."

You had been so wrapped up in filling Diana in on it all that you had actually forgotten about the impending lunch date. As you pulled the phone away from your ear to check the time, your stomach lurched.

"Shit, I better get going. It's almost eleven-thirty." You sprang up and started quickly back toward the building.

"That wasn't an answer," Diana scoffed, "But, hey, sis?"

"Yeah?" You pressed the "up" button on the elevator.

"Don't be."

You smiled.

"Love you, Di."

"Love you too. And so does anyone worth a damn."

After deciding that you smelled like outside, you showered quickly then slipped into caramel-colored corduroys and an off-white tee. You rummaged around the small suitcase Matt had brought from the hotel for you in search of a sweater. After several exasperating minutes of unsuccessful digging, you heaved the bag of laundered clothes that had been returned to you by the hospital staff this morning, having gone through much of the what the Hybe staff had initially pilfered from your luggage in the last two days.

You grumbled in relief as you pulled out your dark green cardigan and slipped it over your shoulders, wondering what the hell the hospital laundry services had done to stretch it out so badly. But, you didn't have time to fuss - so you bunched up the sleeves and headed to the opposite end of the hospital's outdoor grounds where you suspected Namjoon and his guest were already waiting.

The hospital grounds were extensive and beautiful, sporting a garden that extended from the western wing, and a lawn punctuated by traditional pavilions to the east. He had pointed out the one he had reserved to you last night - tucked away in the shade of the large gingko trees flanking the little man-made stream that delineated the border of the grounds.

As you made your way toward the shady spot you chided yourself for being so uneasy - everyone surrounding your soulmate had been as lovely and warm and welcoming as he had been, and the woman he loved would likely be no exception. After Namjoon had disclosed that she was a musician like he was, you had done a bit of online recon before going to bed that night.

Her given name was Kim Hyung-seo, but her stage name, by which she was well-known, was Bibi. She was four years Namjoon's junior, but seemed nearly as ambitious. From what you could tell, she seemed to share a similar drive for artistry and honesty in her musical process as her future husband, and though her tendency for loose-canon candidness had landed her in hot water more than once, her earnest sincerity had engendered her to the hearts of her peers and fans alike. In an industry that seemed to often censor and restrict women, Hyung-seo didn't seem to give much credence to the rules. You liked that. You were actually kind of excited to get to know her a bit and ask her about her art - you had always been a woman's woman, and being in the company of strong feminine energy was something you found deeply empowering and grounding. You anticipated that your soulmate's girlfriend was someone you could respect, and you allowed yourself to venture to hope that feeling would be mutual.

You trotted up the steps of the pavilion and took in its contents. The center had been fitted with a low, round table bearing a colorful and mouthwatering spread of gogi, bibim guksu, gimbap, and banchan. Cushions had been placed on the floor for seating, but none bore the lunch companions you had been anxious not to keep waiting. You were about to take your place at the table when a figure moving near the creek caught your eye.

You moved to the far side of the structure, to see your soulmate deeply engaged in conversation...with a duck.

He was standing near the edge of the water, his tall figure clad in silky modern navy blue hanbok. The top was untied and hung loosely over a white tee - the only contrast to the deep muted tone apart from his cognac loafers. He wore a dark beanie pulled low on his head, which was bowed in affectionate greeting to a juvenile Gadwall who had paddled away from his family to sample the little bits of starchy fluff that the stranger had sprinkled onto the water.

You pressed your palms against the painted wood, taking him in with a smile as he crouched down, extending a bit of bread between his fingers slowly toward the curious little water foul.

This man, you were learning - this erstwhile underground rapper, this leader of men, this brilliant intellectual and genius artist - this great, powerful, impressive man could be called out of his poise in an instant by the sweet and tiny things of the world.

You watched as he waited patiently, the little duck swimming in to-and-fro circuits and drawing closer and closer to Namjoon with each pass, until finally it was close enough to snatch its prize from him and scuttle off quickly to rejoin its mother and siblings. Namjoon chuckled, smiling fondly as he watched the duck make his way back down the creek.

This man, you thought to yourself, could not possibly be real.

"So you're a Kpop idol and a Disney princess, huh?" you called, causing Namjoon to startle and rock back on his heels, landing on his posterior in the damp grass.

You slapped a hand over your mouth to repress the laughter that threatened to bubble up at the site of his large well-dressed figure tipped back haphazardly on the creekside. He huffed a sheepish laugh as he stood, swiping at the back of his pants.

"Give a person a little warning?" he chided lightly, approaching you where you leaned on the railing.

"Sorry," you chuckled, "I didn't want to scare your little friend."

"So you settled for scaring your soulmate? I see how it is."

You smiled and ducked your head.

"Sorry," you murmured, flicking your gaze back to his.

He looked up at you, fixing you with his warm brown eyes and bringing his hands to grip the railing on either side of yours. Suddenly, you felt shy. You shook yourself.

"Hey, hang out with the ducks and you'll end up with a wet tail," you teased.

Namjoon's eyebrows drew together in mock disgust.

"Yikes, you're almost as bad as Seokjin hyung," he remarked disparagingly.

You shrugged, smirking.

"I have no idea what that means, but whoever Seokjin is, he must have a superior sense of humor."

Namjoon was opening his mouth to respond, but was cut short, as the tiny motion of your shoulders had slid one of your hands just a centimeter down the railing and barely flush with his own. The slight contact was enough to send sudden little tingles of comfort shooting up your arm and across your chest. In a millisecond you felt yourself relax where you hadn't realized you were tense. You could have imagined it, but you thought you felt Namjoon press his hand just a fraction more into yours as he swallowed and heaved a deep sigh.

You reminded yourself for the hundredth time since you arrived that this was biological. Clinical. The means to an end. Damn, he felt good though.

You found yourself snatching your hands away to push up your cardigan sleeves and then stuff them into your pants pockets where they would stop confusing you. You distracted yourself from Namjoon's subtle look of disappointment with an apology.

"Sorry about your pants," you rocked back on your heels as you looked out over the little ribbon of water rippling over its stony bed behind him.

He glanced over his shoulder and brushed himself off again before waving a hand in dismissal. Your eyes focused back on the blue silk.

"I didn't realize this was a fancy lunch. I feel under-dressed."

"You look nice," Namjoon rebutted, as he glanced over your attire. Then his brow pinched as his eyes halted on your torso, flitting over your arms and shoulders. "But isn't that -"

"Joon?"

A voice behind you caused you to turn.

Standing at the top of the steps was the woman it belonged to. She was tall and beautifully slender - her svelte figure draped in a slinky chrome dress with a triangular cutout that displayed the smooth skin of her upper abdomen. Her glossy raven tresses were styled away from her face in a high ponytail, drawing sharp attention to her sultry features. Her smoky eyes glanced over your form with a lazy intensity, lids half-raised over dark irises, and her pouted lips pursed in appraisal. You wondered just exactly how many ridiculously beautiful people traveled in Namjoon's circle.

She stepped toward you, her chunky pink heels marking her confident strides on the floorboards, before bowing and extending a small hand with sharp white acrylics and icy sliver rings.

"I'm the girlfriend!" she hummed, her deep, velvety voice matching her features.

You bowed in return before shaking her hand politely.

"So nice to meet you," you smiled, "I'm -

"The soulmate," she cut you off, glancing over your shoulder at Namjoon, who still stood outside the pavilion, "of that weirdo." '

Namjoon circled around to the entrance of the pavilion before joining you with a wry smile. He introduced the two of you formally, before being the first to take a seat at the table. Hyung-seo joined him, shimmying her cushion closer to Namjoon's as she used a pair of chopsticks to load her plate with selections from the spread.

"Oh my god, I'm STARVING," she gushed, staring at Namjoon impatiently as he took a bit of kimchi fried rice and a few slices of samgyeobsal.

"My stomach feels like it could take some real food for the first time in a while," he said with eager enthusiasm, glancing up at you with a smile of gratitude.

Hyung-seo tapped her chopsticks against her plate as she watched you survey the dishes before you. You took some kimchi fried rice and carefully ladled out a small bowl of doenjang-jjigae. You pulled your hands into your lap and watched the steam rise from the fragrant broth.

"Ah, unnie..." Hyung-seo began before Namjoon shushed her and lightly tapped her knee.

You glanced between them in confusion. Namjoon merely smiled at you, and you smiled back, glancing down from his warm gaze to your plate.

"Oh for the love of god, would you take a bite?"

You looked up rather startled at Hyung-seo, who was leaned forward, her desperate eyes tracking your movements, and the chopsticks clutched in her right hand hovering over a plump, sweating mandu.

You blinked, fumbling for your chopsticks as your soulmate admonished the woman next to him. You took a heap of fried rice onto your chopsticks and brought it to your lips, looking questioningly between the two across from you. Hyung-seo groaned in impatience, her head lolling back.

"In Korea, the eldest eats first," Namjoon offered in soft explanation, his features trained in apology.

As realization washed over you, you all but shoved the rice into your mouth, hoping to swallow your embarrassment with it, followed quickly by Hyung-seo, who popped two mandu into her mouth consecutively. Her eyes rolled back as she let out a groan of appreciation. You watched Namjoon carefully savor a piece of samgyeobsal. He smiled a dimpled smile. You smiled to yourself as you tucked into your fried rice. Namjoon's fiancée watched you both. Her cheeks were full, but she wasn't smiling.

Your little trio ate in contented silence until your visitor, having satisfied her belly, fixed her eyes on you with a different sort of eagerness. The time for questions had come, you realized. You set down your chopsticks, taking a drink of water.

"I'm sure there is so much we'd like to know about each other," you offered with a smile.

She pulled her lips into a brief grin, sipping from her own glass as her eyes trailed over you. You cleared your throat.

"So, I read that y-"

"How does it feel?" she interrupted, starring at you raptly. You blinked.

"I'm sorry?"

"When he touches you." She licked her lips. "I heard it's like cumming. I heard it's better."

Namjoon slid a large hand over her thigh. You saw it squeeze.

"Jagiya..." he murmured.

You glanced at him and gave him a reassuring grin which he returned, though not as readily as before. Not the start to the conversation you had hoped for, but she was living up to her brusque reputation. You let yourself laugh a little at the question, and saw Hyung-seo's mouth curl up a bit at the corners, though it didn't reach her eyes.

"It's nothing like sex, actually," you mused, trying to be as forthcoming as possible without abandoning politeness. "Strange, I guess, because it is all about physical exchange and contact. But...it's more like...nourishment? I don't know...I haven't had long enough to think about it."

You had had quite long enough to know that it was ineffable, but in the most intoxicating, magnificent way - and a hell of a lot better than most of the sex you'd had. This, however, wasn't the time and place for descriptions of the bond that could be ripped from the pages of drugstore romance novels.

You found yourself turning to Namjoon with a questioning gaze, as if to ask if he had anything to add. He nodded in response, not meeting your eyes.

"Yeah, it's different," he murmured succinctly.

Hyung-seo hummed in assent, chewing on her lip, her gaze still roving over you. You decided to try again.

"So how did you m-"

"How do you do it?"

You stifled a small sigh that threatened to escape your lips.

"Do what?"

"Use the bond. Like, do you hold hands, or...or what?"

You looked to Namjoon who murmured something in Korean that sounded like a warning. This wasn't going as you'd hoped. Her questions were natural ones, but not the first you thought you'd be asked, and not so pointedly. In fact, they were ones she should probably have put to her partner. Had they not spoken since you arrived?

"The bond works with any physical contact. When I first got here, I had so many questions myself. The hospital personnel were very informative while helping us navigate our questions. I still know very little, but as someone whose partner is bonded, I'm sure they would have someone who could better answer these types of questions than I can," you offered.

It was the opposite of forthcoming, but you were absolutely not prepared to launch into a conversation about you and her fiancé spooning in your undergarments. The trajectory of the exchange had to go elsewhere, so you resolved to take the wheel.

"Is there anything you'd like to know about me? Maybe I could tell you a little about myself. My job in the states wasn't glamorous, but I loved it. I was -"

"A social worker, I know," she murmured with a sigh, and Namjoon's head snapped toward her.

You could feel your confusion pulling into a frown. In your beat of silence, the woman in front of you gave into another impulse as she placidly launched into an answer of your unasked question.

"You're a social worker from the West coast, oldest of three kids. Your father died when you were ten. You graduated summa cum laude, and chose a career in women's services. You support your mother's living - you have been, long-term. Your brother is an engineer and your sister is in nursing school. You've never committed any crimes, but you were arrested once in college at some political protest about immigrant rights. Your blood type is O positive. You don't seem very good with your money, but you've never asked for financial assistance. You've never been married."

Silence.

Your ears were ringing.

You blinked as you tried to focus, grappling for something on which to stabilize your composure. This isn't how this was supposed to go. You felt your control slipping as the words pierced you in echoes that knocked you back down each time you reached out to steady your mind.

"Your father died when you were young..."

"...You support your mother's living..."

"...You don't seem very good with your money"

Your mind whirred as the silence closed in, and for a moment you were suspended.

Diana and Henry weren't pillars, you thought - they were tiny little babies as your mother clutched them on either side of her prone, shaking form as shovels of dirt were shifted back into the gaping hole that held a pine box covered in flowers. You looked down at the flag in your hands, and then up at the white flowers, still fresh and blooming, being caked and sodden with damp soil. You felt something rising up in your chest - something that never reached the surface. You turned from the wound in the earth as Dianna reached out and tugged at your arm. The babies looked afraid. You couldn't see your mother's face from where it was buried in her skirts. You tucked the flag reverently under your arm and took the little hands.

Somewhere outside the amniotic sack of your mind, you saw Namjoon's figure stand. You heard his garbled voice speak to the woman beside him. He was angry, his voice pitched low. Hers in response was sharp and high.

You took a deep breath and exhaled. Your chest was beginning to labor and your inhaler was on the fifth floor of a building on the other side of the property.

You willed yourself back into this world you had chosen. This place which, like the others you had inhabited, would discover its new tenant didn't take long to adapt. She was built to withstand.

"Namjoon," you called softly, as you looked up at your soulmate. His eyes snapped to yours, his face showing subtle but unmistakable signs of distress - eyes reflecting remorsefully and jaw flexing.

You smiled at him gently, reassuringly.

"It's alright," you insisted, your eyes not leaving his.

You saw his shoulders sag, and his head bow. His hand came up to scrub over his face. You realized then that she was looking at you. Hyung-seo's expression was apprehensive, her eyes scouring your face.

"This must be an extremely difficult thing for you, whatever the reason," you offered earnestly.

She regarded you in silence, her eyes flickering like the flame of a candle.

"I would say, 'I understand', but I don't. I have no idea how hard it must be to fall in love with someone only to watch them suffer at the hands of disease, and to suffer so greatly and to come so close to losing them that you turn to finding a person who can save them, and who - if they are saved by - they will need and desire for the rest of their natural life. A person who isn't you."

Her eyes quivered as they held you in their gaze.

"I know I'm supposed to be a saving grace," you continued, having gained your ground, "But I know I could also look a lot like a threat. Trust me when I say that you can be open and honest with me about how you feel. This is a difficult situation where we're going to feel burdened by things we shouldn't. Namjoon and I discussed this."

You smiled again at your soulmate, who was watching you with relief and something else in his features. You wanted to call it admiration, but you had only known him for two whole days.

"Whatever fears you're carrying that make you feel like a burden in this moment, could I ask you to set them aside? For a chance to get to know me in the real way that you deserve? This isn't a trap. Or a cage. We've all chosen to be here."

You regarded Hyung-seo in the silence that followed. Her eyes had fallen from your face - they glanced over toward where Namjoon stood, barely raising toward his figure, when she suddenly dropped her face into her hands and began shaking with sobs.

You let out a sigh of relief too soft to be heard by the others.

"Fuck...." Hyung-seo choked out against her palms, "I'm such a piece of shit..."

Namjoon moved to place a hand over her back and assure her she wasn't. You wondered what she felt when he touched her. Your heart ached with pity for her. Namjoon drew her into his chest and held her as she cried her makeup off. He stroked her hair as her regarded her with weary, worried eyes. You couldn't help but feel that you were encroaching on a private moment...expect that you were a part of this as much as they were. Was there a lifetime of this feeling to be endured? You sighed again.

"I'm gonna give you guys a minute," you whispered as you clambered to your feet.

Namjoon nodded silently over the woman in his arms.

You watched scattered leaves from the boughs overhanging the far side of the stream spin as the were swept away. Your eyes tracked one in particular, twirling as it sailed around a protruding rock and under an arching root, only to be stopped as it was doubled at the middle by a thin, swaying reed. You found your feet moving to where the water rushed around it as it billowed helplessly on both sides of its obstruction like a flag of surrender. You slipped off your shoes and rolled up your pants. You waded into the cool, clear water and, reaching out, tugged the little leaf free. You watched as it sailed on, disappearing around a bend in the waterway. You glanced back up at the pavilion. If you could have been sure it was the right move, you would have left altogether, but you wouldn't want your sudden departure to be taken the wrong way.

You sighed. You pulled your phone out of your back pocket as you waded back out of the stream. Dead. You were bad about keeping it charged, and your conversation with Diana had drained its aged battery. You wished you had a book. Glancing about, your eyes caught a fairly large patch of clover flowers a few yards down the bank, and crossing the soft grass, you sank down in its center.

You smiled weakly to yourself as you plucked one of the little white buds near the base of its stem. You and your siblings would spend hours at the park under the shade turning sprawling patches of the puffy blooms into garlands, crowns, bracelets, and rings. You picked another flower and tied its supple stem into a knot just under the other flower's head.

By the time Namjoon came to join you, sinking down across from you in little clover patch you had fashioned yourself a crown and a necklace, and were working on a garland to send to Diana. You set down your handiwork to look up at him. He was regarding you with soft, somber eyes and a little smile that looked like one he didn't have the energy for but couldn't help besides. He picked a flower and twirled it between his fingers.

"I'm so sorry," he murmured, "If I would have thought that things would go that way, I wouldn't have insisted on her meeting you before she left. She's going on tour and I thought...well, I thought if she just met you her anxieties would be eased."

You nodded thoughtfully.

"Thank you for your patience and kindness. She was out of line saying those things to you like that...you were...that was everything she needed to hear, I think."

You cast your eyes down as you tied off another knot in the garland.

"Is she okay?" you asked quietly.

Namjoon sighed.

"She's...embarrassed. Ashamed of herself. She wasn't in any condition to finish that conversation, so I suggested she go home."

"Understandable," you assented, nodding again.

Silence hung between you for a moment before you raised your eyes to his again.

"Namjoon...there are some things I think we should discuss."

He nodded earnestly, his eyes falling, brow creasing and tongue pressing into his cheek.

"I know we haven't had much time," you continued, "And we have literally the rest of our lives...but, I think we should be on the same page about what we've been told about each other. I think it will make this whole process easier? I don't know. There are some things you assume you'll have to tell someone at a certain point in knowing them - some things that are...deeply personal..."

"Aren't things between us already that way? Deeply personal?"

You looked up and those half-lidded brown eyes were looking right at you in a way you weren't prepared for, in a way that flooded your veins. Soulmate. You wanted to touch him. You wanted to feel him and what he brought to you. You wanted him to feel it too. But you didn't know him, and he didn't know you, and he needed healing, which is why you were here. He loved someone who loved him whose lives you were disrupting. This feeling was basal, you knew - came with the territory...but you were going to need some strong boundaries if this was going to function. You were going to need honesty, for a start.

"They are," you relented slowly, "But I have questions that I need answers to. Your trust in me is clear, and I appreciate that...but...I need time to get my footing here."

Namjoon nodded in assent.

"I get that. So, what do you want to know, specifically? I'll answer any question you have."

You nodded gratefully.

"Thank you. Do you think I could take a little time to think about what I want to ask? I'm kind of still processing everything that just happened."

"Of course," he was quick to answer, "Whenever you want to talk, just let me know. Did I say how sorry I am?" he asked smiling weakly as he looked up from where he struggled to knot the stem of one flower around another, suddenly looking down again when its stem snapped between his fingers.

You huffed out a little laugh.

"Yes, you did," you did, you answered, offering him a rueful grin.

He picked another flower only to realize he had cut its stem too short for his purposes. He tossed the little blossoms back into the grass.

"Can you make me one?" he asked pathetically, pouting at the garland in your hands.

You chuckled as you tied off the one in your lap and leaned forward to slip it over his head. He adjusted it around his neck, looking down at it with a pleased expression.

"You know...if you can believe it, we actually got lucky in there," he smirked, his forehead creasing as he raised his brow.

You gave him a look of confusion. His eyes trailed over your torso again before flitting back up to yours.

"She didn't notice that you're wearing my sweater."

You froze. Then you blinked down at the giant green cardigan that had, in fact, slipped down off of one shoulder. Then you gaped at him.

He snickered.

You scrambled to yank the sweater over your head, even as he laughed and protested, you blustered apology after expletive after apology.

"Shit, it was in my laundry bag!" You whined in explanation as you shook it out and began to fold it in your lap.

"Stop, just keep it on," Namjoon insisted, still clearly amused at your state of panic.

"I have one just like this. Like, identical but obviously smaller. I just assumed it had stretched out in the wash..." You extended the sweater toward him.

He shook his head.

"Just give it back later, you'll be cold." He looked up at your exasperated expression and started laughing again.

"Stooop..." you whined in embarrassment, and when he only laughed harder, you tossed the sweater in his face. As he balled it up with a smile where it fell down into his lap, his smart watch trilled. He glanced down at it.

"I've got labs scheduled now," he sighed.

"Hopefully they'll bring more good news," you offered, at which he nodded. "I seem to be getting the job done, if I do say so myself," you teased, leaning back on your hands and offering him a smug look.

He nodded, tongue in his cheek, then pushed to stand - with effort, you noticed - and extended a hand down to you. You didn't realize what the little smile on his mouth was for until you accepted his hand with your own, by habit, and were nearly knocked back off your feet as the bond surged through you like a wave of mind-numbing euphoria that left you unable to process information outside of what was sent coursing through your every cell from where he touched you.

You blinked up at him as you got your wits about you, and he was looking down at you through little slits in his barely-open eyes, head tilted back and mouth hanging open - little smirk still tugging at its corner. You pursed your lips, trying not to grin back.

"You did that on purpose," you chided, trying and failing to train your features in a scowl.

His smirk deepened.

"What? I was just being courteous..."

You rolled your eyes.

"I'm feeling a little weak, I think it would be best if you helped me back to the room," he muttered slyly, turning to head back toward the building.

The smile that was dimpling his cheek and creasing the corners of his eyes did something to your stomach that had you yanking your hand out of his grasp.

"Yeah, right," you huffed, forging a few steps ahead of him, "You're putting a lot by your poorly reputed coordination to think you could walk while I was touching you."

He let out a laugh behind you. It was loud and bright and had you biting back a smile to match it.

"What happened to getting the job done, sweater thief?" he called after you teasingly.

Shit. Yeah. Boundaries. You were going to need them.

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