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cumsuga · 2 years ago

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Wasted Times

yoongi x fem!reader jungkook x fem!reader

genre. SMUT, fluff, angst, Romance, established relationship!AU 18+ (Minors DNI)

Who knew trying to stay sober would be so hard? Having a stressful job drove you to some questionable coping mechanisms. Can you maintain your sobriety, or will you fall into a different addiction? You want to be a good person, but it's hard when temptation is everywhere.

warnings: breeding kink, dumbification, minor alcoholism, degradation, talks of sobriety, cum eating, oral (m&f receiving), unprotected sex (PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD USE PROTECTION AND BE SAFE), dom!Jungkook

word count: 4.9k

"Fuck… I can't take this shit anymore…."

You start your mornings at four am. Today, however, you are starting your morning at 3 am with a raging headache and cold sweats from withdrawals. After deciding to go cold turkey after having a drunken fight with your now ex-boyfriend that lives with you, you can't take the pain, so you go to the local liquor store.

"Jesus, it's cold…." you pick up a 5th of tequila and make your way to the counter.

"You know, lady, you should be in AA; it's 3:30 in the morning, and it's snowing, and you're here buying alcohol… again."

You roll your eyes unamused, "You should mind your business and ring me up." So she does, and you leave, and like he can see what you're doing, Jungkook is calling.

"Hello?" You try to make it sound like you're annoyed that he's called you.

"Where d'go?" He sounds concerned, and your heart can't help but melt at his honey morning voice.

"I went out for a smoke." You lie. You don't know why you lie because regardless of ending your relationship, you both know you'll remain friends. He was the first friend you made when you moved here; therefore, he knows you and "sees" through your never-ending bullshit.

“Y/N…” Your mouth waters as soon as you hear your name leave his mouth.

And then BAM! Some asshole bumps into you, causing you to drop your phone and bottle, which shatters both.

"Yo, what the fuck?! Watch where you're going!" You scream at the man causing him to stop and look back at you in disgust.

"I did you a favor, lady. Get help."

You stand there, jaw on the floor, Jungkook's voice is faint, but you hear him calling out to you, and sincerely you call the guy a pink-haired fuck, pick up your now shattered phone, and walk home.

"GOD DAMN IT!!" You slam the door so hard that the painting on the wall near the door falls. You're livid, pupils blown and on the attack.

"Babe? What's wrong?" He calls from the bathroom.

You yell, "Nothing! Please don't concern yourself with it, and we broke up. So stop calling me babe."

At this point, you're going on six days without alcohol, and everything and everyone is pissing you off, ESPECIALLY the pink-haired douche that cracked your phone and broke your little piece of heaven. You'd planned on a happy, productive day, but he ruined it. Now you have to call in… Again.

Jungkook walks out of the bathroom and into the living room, "Wait, I wasn't serious, Y/N." He's hurt. Like he's hurt, you can see the tears forming in his eyes again. One thing you adored about Jungkook was that he wasn't afraid to cry in front of you.

"Well, I was fucking serious, you idiot. You told me you wanted to break up, and I agreed to it, so it should've been serious." the venom in your voice couldn't have been any more lethal. He says nothing, and everything in the house is quiet. You swear you can hear his heart break.

You sigh and walk over to him, "I'm sorry, babe. I'm just on edge…" you try to wrap your arms around his neck, but he gently pushes you away.

"I have to go to work…." He whispers

And like that, he's gone, and you're alone. You feel guilty. He deserved better. You knew it, he knew it, but still, he stayed because, to Jungkook, knowing you were safe meant more to him than the reality of you not reciprocating his feelings anymore. And if you're being honest, the breakup was a long time coming. But even then, the guilt of hurting the one person that accepted you functioning alcoholic and all, was ten times worse than going through withdrawals. But you push it all aside because your boss is texting you, telling you that you need to come in today or you will no longer have a job.

So you get ready for a shitty day of being an assistant to an assistant because you need this job to network with people in the industry. You had no intention of being in such a position. They tricked you, telling you that you'd be working with the best of the best. A lie you resent them for, but the company is prestigious, so if you quit now or get fired, you'll be throwing away years of building a portfolio in secret and all the contacts you've gained. Had you not been in talks with your boss' boss about producing, you would have said fuck it and stayed home. Though he was creepy about it, money is money. And the money that helped fuel your two loves, alcohol and music.

Yoongi looked in the mirror, annoyed with the dye job his best friend gave him, "Tae, did you have to make it pink? Why not blue?" he groaned, sitting on the couch.

He didn't mind being Taehyung's, who was a second-year beauty school student's guinea pig. In fact, he enjoyed helping his best friend. Except when Tae first learned to lighten hair, he got overzealous and burned Yoongi's hair. It wasn't fun in their house as Yoongi didn't speak to him for a month after that.

"Oh hush, you look gorgeous as always, Gigi. Plus, I suggested purple, and you shot me down, so the only other color I had was pink. You look nice; maybe it'll be your conversation piece now?" Tae yells from the living room, laughing.

"Conversation piece my ass, some lady called me a pink-haired fuck today," he fake sniffles," hurt my pride." A pillow is launched at Yoongi as he walks over to plop next to him.

"Hmmm… How about this? Let's say fuck the pink and go pitch black? Your hair is long. I could dye it, perm it, and cut it. I'm thinking of a wolf cut?" Taehyung begins to mess with the older man's hair.

"Fuck it, better than being a pink-haired fuck. How long is this going to take? I have to meet Namjoon today at HYBE."

After hours of shaking, your body finally begins to calm itself. Now everyone that knows you would consider you an alcoholic, but you like to think that you aren't. You had only recently started drinking heavily. The stress of your job is a little too much for your already fragile mental state. So instead of doing drugs, you drank. The lesser of two evils, you thought naively. But what you didn't know until your fight with Jungkook is how violent and angry you got. Usually, Jungkook would stop you from going down that destructive path, but he'd had enough. He wanted you to see the damage you caused. He loved you but couldn't watch you destroy yourself anymore, so he left you with your demons. When you woke up the following day, there was glass everywhere, and Jungkook had a small cut on the apple of his cheek. You felt like shit, so you decided to cut back. The only thing you didn't know is that binge drinking doesn't just go away. You'd never experienced withdrawals, so it was like a mac truck when it hit. Now you did consult a doctor on the 3rd day, and they gave you some meds to help with the headaches and told you to call 112 if it lasted longer than a week. You prayed to the universe that it would subside; finally, it did, though the craving was still there.

"Hey, Y/N." Jennie's voice knocks you from thought.

"Hey!" you look up, startled, "What's up?"

You met Jennie when you were an unpaid intern. She was the only nice person to you, asking you if you wanted to eat lunch together and chatting mindless gossip about the idols and actors you both worked beside. She was sweet, but she held her ground. Like when you'd accidentally bump into an especially entitled actor (who shall not be named Nam JooHyuk) spilling coffee on his "1,000,000 won shirt". You knew your clothes; having grown up reasonably wealthy, you couldn't help but laugh at him and his blatant lie. "That shirt is 10,000 won at best, please." He turned bright red and started cussing you out until she walked up and asked why he was speaking to her best friend like that. You had never seen someone turn so white so quickly ever, apology after apology profusely spilling from the hole he had called a mouth. Her secret to making people fall at her feet? She was a Chaebol. Her mother is apparently a shareholder and director for CJ&M, one of the largest conglomerates in Korea, and her father owns a few hospitals. She, however, did not let money decide her fate. She decided to make her own way in the world—brilliant, beautiful, and kind.

"Did you hear the news?" She smiles, "He's coming again today. AgustD is finally coming. One of the trainees happened to see him last time he came, and she said he was hot. Hotter than InSeop."

You roll your eyes playfully. "You and being boy crazy, I doubt he's that good-looking InSeop is sent from the gods, you know it, I know it, hell, the whole world does. Plus, all that stuff is subjective. What if you thought he wasn't good-looking, the trainee would be a liar. I'm good with looking at Jungkook." You laugh at her giddiness. She's always with a new guy. And you support her hoetivities, but today you couldn't share in her excitement.

She huffs dejected, "Boo, you're so boring, Y/N. Oogle guys with me, Koo will never know."

You squint and look around, "He will, though. It's like he has a 6th sense when it comes to me checking out other people. He's such a Jelly bean. It's cute, though… I miss him.." you soften at the thought of him.

She curls her lips up disgusted, "Ew, people in love are gross. C'mon, just for a little."

"Stop trying to get me to cheat on my boyfriend. It's not going to happen. Now shoo before my boss sees you." You hurry her away from your desk.

Hours go by, and the last person leaves the building for the day. You like to take your time to lock up for the day, and by that, you mean lock the front door and sneak into the studios to work on your music. You'd been doing it since you got promoted to the assistant to the CEO's assistant. You enjoyed the time you had by yourself in the studio. Telling Jungkook you were working late to keep him from worrying. The beat you were working on took you over a month to make, but something still needed to be added. You'd tried everything. 808s, synthesizers, you even tried classical instruments like a violin.

You groan, irritation starting to settle into your bones, "What's missing? What's missing?" You stare at the screen for some time before someone behind you speaks up.

"Hi-hats. There's no contrast between your kick and snare." They say it so blandly, like it's second nature to them.

You freeze in the chair; you're caught. A million thoughts flood your head, the main one being, 'today is the day I lose my job.'. You're terrified, but still, you turn to them slowly. Your eyes meet, and before you can even open your mouth to try and save yourself, the man with the cat-like eyes speaks.

"I've never seen you around here before. Did you just join the team too?" His voice was more friendly than when he first spoke. Maybe it was because he didn't know you were a woman? He once overs you, furrowing his brows.

"I–I… uh… No, I'm an assistant. My boss lets me use the studios when no one is here." He knew you were lying, the cadence in your voice giving you away. His face hardens, and he glares at you in silence; it almost feels like he's looking at your soul.

He scoffs, almost laughing at your pathetic excuse, "You're a liar. I don't like liars… Why would they let an assistant near millions of won worth of equipment? Just from the sound of the beat, you don't even know what you're doing."

What a catty bitch, you think to yourself as he steps into the light. You study his face at point, "Hey, don't I know you from somewhere? You look oddly familiar."

"No, I don't associate with liars." Words so cold you shiver slightly.

Now he's starting to get on your nerves. It's not like you were stealing time. You'd clocked out for the day. No one would've suspected a thing, yet this stranger acted like you were throwing puppies off a bridge.

"Listen, I'll do anything. Please don't tell. I can't afford to lose this job… I was trying to use better equipment than what I have at home." You plead with the man, almost too pathetic for your liking. Again he glares at you before his face softens.

"I'll let you slide just this once, and only because I understand what it's like to come from Nothing. I have a friend that would be more than happy to help you. His name is Namjoon, and he's the lead producer here. I'll tell him about you." He turns on his heels and leaves the room.

You slump into the chair, your heart racing. You hoped he would keep true to his word, seeing as he doesn't like liars. You finally collect yourself after 15 minutes and turn back to the computer to finish what you had started before saving it to a thumb drive and leaving for the day.

By the time you get home that evening, Jungkook is lying in bed watching tv. When you walk into the bedroom, he smiles at you softly. He can't stay mad at you. He loves you far too much.

"Hi baby," he sleepily mumbles as you lean down to kiss him.

"Did you shower, papa?" you ask, gently pushing the hair out of his face, and he shakes his head.

He nuzzles into the hand on his cheek, "No, I was waiting for you to come home. I missed you. When are you gonna be done working late? I don't like being alone." You adored it when he was like this. So comfortable with being soft and sweet with you, and it just made you feel even more guilty.

"Come on, stinky boy, get up. Let's go shower." You pull him to his feet, and he happily obliges you as you pull him into the bathroom and help him undress before you rid yourself of your clothes.

You chuckle as you slip out of your panties, "You're staring, Koo."

"I know. It's just because you're so beautiful, ya know?" He looks down at you, taking in all of you. If Jungkook had it his way, you both would have gotten married after college, and you'd currently be a stay-at-home mom pregnant with his second child. But all that glitters isn't gold. You were self-destructive, mean, and terribly selfish; still, he loved you. In his own way, he was selfish too, choosing to keep you how you were rather than to let you go and be unhappy. He knew he should've left when he proposed on your 4th anniversary and you said no, stating that you two were too young to settle down so early and to ask again in a couple of years. He knew you were utterly loyal to him, so it hurt more to hear you say no, but he couldn't bring himself to go.

"Thank you, my love." You say, pressing a feather-light kiss to his chest before getting in the shower. He follows behind you and lets you enter the water before joining you in the downpour.

You rest your head against his chest and whisper an apology for your actions and words earlier. He hums in acceptance, kissing your forehead.

"I'm going to go to AA. I wanna get better. I wanna save our relationship, Jungkook." You stare up at him, searching his eyes for something. Anything.

He smiles at you, cupping your cheek, happy that you want to fix the relationship and yourself. "I'm willing to support you and work on fixing us, too." the pad of his thumb smoothing over the apple of your cheek.

"I love you so much, Y/N," He says, leaning down to kiss you gently before pulling away and staring longingly into your eyes. He's going back and forth between your eyes and lips. "I missed you…." He says, kissing you again, this time with more hunger and passion.

You keen softly into his mouth, and his free hand finds your ass giving it a rough squeeze, "Jungkook… don't be so rough." You bite him in retaliation but only fuel his lustful fire.

He brings his hand up to your neck, thumb pressed to your jugular, "what did I tell you about biting, hmm? Tell me what I told you, you brat."

You smile lazily, starting to see stars, "You told me– you told me brats who bite don't get to cum, Sir…." Truth be told, you liked it when Jungkook took control during sex. A stark contrast from the soft boy exterior he showed everyone else. This side that only you got to see made you weak in the knees.

He lets you go, and the blood rushes back to your head, "now, are you gonna be a good girl or a brat?" Thumb playing with your bottom lip.

You rub your thighs together slightly, "A good girl." You practically moan out.

"Good, now get on your knees. I wanna cum first today." He pats your head as you drop to your knees, staring up at him, "open your mouth, stupid. Jesus, you forgot how to suck dick already, idiot?"

You open wide, and he shoves his dick in your mouth, and it hits the back of your throat, "get to work; it's not going to suck itself." He waits for you to move, and when you do, he groans. "That's it. That's it, my pretty girl, fuck." You can feel yourself gush at his words.

You bobbed your head, using one hand to stroke his shaft and the other to play with his balls, causing him to buck his hips into your mouth before you pulled off, still caressing him, "am I a good girl? All I wanna be is your good girl." You stare up at him, vying for his approval.

He nods in approval, and that's all it takes for you to put him back in your mouth and down your throat. He holds your head there, causing you to gag, drool dripping down your chin and onto his balls as you claw his thighs. Your throat is spasming for relief.

"That's my good girl. You're wet, aren't you? You like it when I make you choke, don't you? You're so fucking disgusting, letting your throat be used like this. God, I fucking love you." He lets you go, finally letting you breathe. You want to give him a show, making it as wet and sloppy as possible. For what seems like hours to him, all you both can hear are the sounds of you slurping and gagging on him, and it's driving him mad, but you know he loves cumming on you, so you pull off with an obscene pop, strings of spit the only thing connecting you as you gasp for air. Dick twitching at the sight.

"Where do you wanna cum, sir?" You ask, lewdly rubbing the tip against your lips, collecting all the pre-cum you can before licking your lips.

You loved the way Jungkook tasted. Salty with a slightly sweet aftertaste but not at all offensive, he took care of himself, for God's sake. Eating healthy and exercising. The man looked like he'd been sculpted by Greek gods. Muscles are rippling everywhere, and tattoos are covering his right arm.

On the other hand, you were a tad chubby and on the thicker side. He said he loved how soft you felt the first time you two fucked, loved the way his fingers looked squeezing the supple flesh of your thighs. You fell for him that night, and now here you are 8 years later, sucking the soul out of one of the hottest men you'd ever been with.

"On your ass, now get up and turn around." He pulls you up by your hair, not tugging too hard but just enough to make your clit throb. You do as you're told, though, because if you're good, he won't deny your orgasm tonight. He liked to edge you until you squirted, saying you're the only girl he's been with that can and that he finds it so incredibly hot. But tonight, you were on a mission. You haven't busted a nut in weeks; for you and Jungkook, that's not normal.

"Hurry, I want you inside me. Please. Please, I'll be so good after. I'll do anything you want." You plead with him; he likes it when you beg.

He smacks your ass, "You talk too much." You look back at him and watch as he reaches his climax.

"My pretty boy, you're so fucking hot, babe. Yeah, that's it, baby cum all over me." You arch into him as he shoots thick white strings of cum all over your ass and back, moaning the most beautiful sounds.

He scoops some of it up on his fingers and brings them to your mouth, "Eat, slut." You happily take his fingers into your mouth, sucking salaciously.

He moans, watching as you eye him while you suck. "Let's hurry. I'm not finished with you yet."

You both quickly shower, and as soon as you step out, you're thrown over his shoulder and then onto the bed.

Your eyes lidded with lust as he crawled to you. He's so pretty when he's like this, you think. So Feral. Truth be told, you wanted nothing more than to be his prey, ravished by this animal-like man.

"Come here, baby. Come eat me." you beckon him sweetly.

He climbs till he's hovering over you, faces so close you can feel the warmth of his breath– peppering kisses all over your face, neck, and shoulders, one hand gripping the soft flesh of your thigh, the other holding himself up.

"So pretty. All mine… Say it. Tell me you're all fucking mine." he muttered against your ear, biting at the lobe.

"I'm yours. I'm all yours. Your princess." you mewl, trying to move one of your hands down to your clit to get some desperately needed relief. He feels you trying to move and pins your hands above your head. Jungkook loved the power you allowed him to have during sex. Never going past your boundaries but making sure you knew he wasn't handing over his power position.

"Look at you, such a slutty little thing. Beg for it, stupid. You know how to beg, right? Beg for my fingers to be inside you." he grips your face hard but not enough to seriously hurt you, "Look me in my eyes when you beg."

"Please touch me! Please, I want you to slut me out. I wanna be your slut, Koo, please. It hurts so bad, please. Good girl– your good girl. Use me." You sound so pitiful when you say it, feeling him harden against your inner thigh.

"You're so fucking pathetic. Do you hear yourself? You really are a slut, huh?" His voice is rough but quiet in your ear.

You feel bad for your neighbors because they can hear your pleas for his touch. Jungkook knows just what to say and do for you to lose your shame. You lose all inhibition to him: the only man that's ever made you cum.

Before you can open your mouth to agree, he's keenly playing in the wet between your thighs, using it to play with your clit, causing the most gracious moans to sound from you, "Look at it, you could drown from how wet you are. There's no way you could be my princess."

You can't even think coherently, your mind too clouded by his fingers' nimble movements. "You know what, baby? I think you deserve more than my fingers. You're being such a good girl for me."-- he's flipping you over, using a pillow to prop your hips up, chest almost level with the mattress.

You're craning your neck to try to see him. "Don't you wanna taste it first?" you wiggle your hips teasingly. He bites his bottom lip at the sight of you. The thought alone caused him to start jerking himself.

"Not tonight, you little dick tease." He shifts on the bed to get closer to you, watching and feeling as he collects some of your juices and uses them to lube himself up.

He prods your entrance. "You ready, my love?" You nod, and he pushes in, hissing at how tight and wet you are. Inching slowly into you, you both moan in unison. Jungkook is big and thick, and him entering you burns so fucking good. Finally, he bottoms out, giving you time to adjust. Not wanting to hurt you because, on several occasions, he's made you bleed from not letting you get used to him. When you feel like you've finally adjusted, you start to fuck yourself on him, and he lets you. Enjoying the sight of you losing yourself around him. Small whimpers and moans leave you like a symphony that sings straight to his dick.

He smacks your ass leaving an angry red handprint. "Yeah, you like that? You look so angelic, baby girl. I wish you could see how fucking beautiful you are." You can't form sentences; the pleasure is too much for your brain to function. You haven't felt him in weeks, so this is almost foreign at this very moment. Soon, he starts to meet your movement. Fucking into you like a madman. Showering you with compliments. A far cry from the degradation that was happening a moment ago.

All you can get out is 'I love yous' between the sounds of skin hitting skin and the lewd squelching of your cunt. He's gripping your hips, swearing you'll have bruises in the morning, but you could be fucking happier. You want him, no fuck that you need him. He makes you wish you were a good person, but you know, in the end, you'll never be that. But you'll pretend you are to make him happy, to keep him close. You love him and want to have his babies eventually... Right?

When you finally get a moment of clarity, all you can say is, 'cum in me; I wanna have your babies. I want to be yours forever.' all lies, you think. Then you think again, are they lies? Indeed you want to be with him, but will he be okay knowing you're going to struggle with sobriety and be the same self-destructive person you've been since you've he's known you, forever? The thoughts are pushed aside when he wraps his hand around your throat and pulls you to his chest.

"Yeah, you want to have my babies? Beg for them," he snarls, almost like he knows you're doubtful. But, regardless, you oblige his demands, giving into your weakness for him. Because ultimately, he might be the only consistent thing in your life, and though you're too proud to admit it aloud, you're scared to lose him.

You feel him twitching inside you, knowing his release is coming, and you will follow soon after, "C'mon baby, fill me up. Please, give me your babies. I want them; I want them all." Soon he's filling you up; the feeling is so delightful you don't want him to pull out. You feel your orgasm coming, walls milking him for all he's worth. He's helping your ride out your wave of pleasure, and you're so grateful for him, thankful that he isn't a selfish lover. You want to say in this bliss forever. Finally, you feel him softening inside you, slipping out, cum dripping down your thighs and onto the bed, ruining your black satin sheets. He kisses your shoulder, humming in contentment before getting off the bed and going to the bathroom to retrieve a wet rag to clean you up, as well as clean himself, being so gentle it stirs the butterflies in your tummy. You haven't felt like this with him in months. You know Jungkook loves aftercare, though, letting you know that regardless of all the mean things he says during sex, he still loves you and doesn't mean any of it.

After he cleans you up, he tosses the rag into the hamper in the corner of the bedroom, throws you a t-shirt, and puts on underwear before plopping down next to you. Soon all you can hear is the soft sounds of him snoring. You giggle quietly, thinking, 'Pussy put his ass to sleep,' but you lay there for a little while watching him and playing gently in his hair. He's so ethereal, so soft, so yours. Before long, sleep finds you. You wrap your arm around his waist and fall asleep next to this beautiful, caring, and understanding man. Hoping and praying that you won't fuck things up like you usually do.

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marvinswriting · 5 years ago

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rouge

hurt/comfort(/hurt?) fic four :0 GENERALIZED TW: death (fear of it, mentioned, and/or, actual death); cursing; blood (mention, description, thought) mg borrower (roommates) au

Rouge borrowers are a thing. When I described them to Damian, he pointed out that they're the equivalent of a homeless person.

I told him all borrowers are technically homeless.

You won't catch me paying taxes.

Rouge borrowers are more like travelers. Never stay in one place too long, never settle down. They're left to their own devices at a younger age too. They have a different culture and borrowing technique than a stationary borrower. They're more reckless, more violent.

They travel alone most of the time. Each man for himself.

My father would tell stories of rouge borrowers that kill off humans if they get caught.

They travel to houses but don't stay for long.

There's a good chance a borrower has shared their house with a rouge without even knowing.

Houses are big.

But- I never thought I'd face one.

"What are you doing here." He called out. He was holding a meticulously sharpened rock as a knife.

I was on the kitchen counter just trying to grab food. Kevin was across the kitchen getting water, frozen in place as he watched the rouge approach me. Gretchen had slipped away before he saw her. I fucking hope she had enough common sense to get Damian.

I put my hands up in defense.

"I live here."

He raises his weapon. "You two are stationary borrowers?"

"Yes." I say.

"Take me to your hideout. I want your supplies."

"What?! No!" I step back, but the rouge just steps closer again.

"Hey, dude-" Kevin steps over. "What's your name. Maybe we can work this out- without the kife?"

"Shane." The borrower says, but he doesn't lower his weapon.

"Hey, Shane. I'm Janis, this is my roommate Kevin. I agree I think we can talk civilly without-" I gasp, taking a step backward as Shane gabs his knife at me.

Kevin's arm wraps around my shoulders pulling me close to him.

"Hey! No stabbing the girl!" He says, pushing me a little behind him.

Normally I would object to needing to be protected, but Shane looks strong as fuck for a rouge borrower and has shown he has no hesitation to fucking stab us.

"There's another one of you." Shane deadpans. "Where did she go."

"I don't know," Kevin says calmly.

"Where did she go?!" Kevin steps back so he's next to me. Shane is swinging around his sharp rock-knife-weapon-murder-dagger, like a mad man.

"We don't know!" I say. "Honest truth!"

She could be hiding in her room like a baby, or getting Damian. Or maybe she fell off the counter and fucking died. Beats me I guess.

Shane steps forward again. He gets to closer for comfort. "Are you sure."

"Yes!" My hands are still up by my ears. My tool bag as fallen by my feet, our week's supply of granola tucked beneath it all. I hope he doesn't fucking take it-

"I don't believe you. Take me to your house."

"You're in it buddy." I say. Kevin kicks the back of my leg. Yeah, I should cut down on the sarcastic quips since this dude could kill me at any moment.

"Where you store your supplies. In the walls dumbass. I take it you're not wandering around after befriending the humans."

"Ah, that's where you're wrong." I grin.

Shane seems momentarily frightened by the idea that we have a giant ally but decides I must be bluffing.

He shoves me. "Your supplies. Now!"

Woah woah woah this is getting violent fast what the fuck?

I stumble backward, trying to grasp something to stop myself from falling. I yank Kevin's shoulder but just end up bringing him down with me.

"What the fuck, Janis?" He whines as we both land on our butts.

"Sorry!" I groan, standing up. "What's your damage dude?" I ask Shane.

"My damage is I need fucking food."

"Then get your own! Not in this house!"

"Not when you have easy access to food in your storage."

"Our storage is empty!" I throw my hands up in exasperation. "Why do you think we're borrowing!"

Both Shane and I are very close to each other. I may not have a knife but momma didn't raise no bitch. I can throw a punch when needed.

"Then shows me where you normally get food."

"Fucking starve." I spit.

"Janis-" Kevin tried to pull me backward but I'm livid.

Does this boy think he can come into our area and take out resources? Hell no.

Anger flashes in Shane's eyes as his arm thrusts forward.

I don't even feel the pain at first. It's only when he withdraws his arm- his stone-sword-weapon-bitch-thing covered in blood when my mind makes the connection.

Holy fucking shit.

That's my blood.

Kevin gasps as Shane steps back.

The pain hits like a wave of nausea as I double over, my hands shooting to my side.

Oh, fuck?

Fuck.

"Where's your food?" Shane's voice is calm like he thinks the answer will change now that he's made his point.

I grit my teeth, standing up. My shirt is turning red but I close my jacket to hide it.

Out of sight, out of mind. I've got ass to kick.

"We. Don't. Have. Shit. For. You."

The kitchen light flicks on and I smile, watching the color drain from Shane's face.

"Human." He whispers.

"Mhmm."

Damian stood in the doorway, Gretchen on his shoulder. On the outside, he looked pissed, but I could see by the way his shoulders tensed that he was worried as fuck.

I step forward, trying to ignore the pain in my side and the way the world spins.

"What's going on here?" Damian asks. The bubbliness in his voice is gone. Its enough to make me a little nervous. Shane's eyes widened. "Nothing I just-"

"He attacked us." I say. I feel like a child tattle tailing on their sibling.

"I'd leave if I were you." Damian says, walking over to the counter. He places Gretchen down without removing his eyes from the rouge borrower.

Shane doesn't need to be told twice.

Fucking pussy.

He turns to run and I don't care where he goes because the world is spinning slightly.

Extremely slightly.

Its actually not slightly at all.

But who cares. It's only a bit of blood loss. The rouge borrower is gone.

I turn back to Kevin, big grin on my face. He eyes where my hand is pressed to my jacket but doesn't say anything.

"You guys okay?" Damian asks.

"Yup!" I grin. Kevin just looks away.

"Kevin?" Damian tilts his head. "You didn't get hurt, did you?"

"No," Kevin says dryly. "I'm okay. It's J-"

"Our food is safe!" I cut of Kevin with a grin, scooping up my tool bag, granola still stashed away.

Damian and Gretchen smile warmly both of them visibly relaxing. I almost feel guilty. But hey, I'll be fine. It's not that deep.

"I was freaking out when Gretchen came into my room," Damian explains. "Normally only Janis stops by. I'm glad you guys are safe."

"Yeah! You're okay!" Gretchen cheers running over to Kevin and me. She pulls me into a tight hug and I grit my teeth. Ow. Fucking-

"Gretch. Stop."

Gretchen pulls back, eyes wide. "Janis-"

Her hand has blood on it.

My blood.

There's a lot of it.

Damian gasps.

Kevin is mumbling something.

Gretchen's got tears in her eyes?

Bitch I'm the one who got stabbed. Why are you crying?

The world is spinning a lot now.

"Oh- heh." I laugh but there's no humor. "That's a lot of blood."

"Janis!" Gretchen gasps. "What happened?!"

"I got fucking stabbed its not hard to tell."

Hmm, I'm starting to think sarcasm might be my way to cover up fear.

Fun.

Kevin is oddly quiet. He always has some sort of remark for my attitude.

Damian is frozen too.

Probably because I'm dying.

I'm dying.

Shit.

"Well." I laugh softly, my hand pressed to my side. "This was fun."

"Don't talk like that." Kevin mumbles. The stern tone is gone though. "You're gonna be okay. Just- sit down. I'm going to go grab medical shit."

"Don't lie to her, Kev. She dying. Shes-" Gretchen is full crying at this point.

"No, she's not!" Kevin snaps. "No- no shes not. I- I'll be right back."

I am dying, though.

I don't say it out loud. I don't want it to be true either.

I sit on the ground. My legs feel weak. My eyes feel tired. My side is burning yet ice cold at the same time.

Blood is sticky.

That’s a fact I would live without knowing.

"Jan, no." There's high panic in Damian's voice. "You need to stay awake."

Kinda forgot Damian was there. I don't want him to see me die. That's too sad.

Gretchen kneels in front of me. Her hand pushed down on my side above my hands. I cry out in pain but I know shes trying to stop the blood. "C'mon Janis. Kevin will be back. You need to stay awake."

Despite everything Gretchen is telling me I let myself fall backward, staring up at the ceiling.

I was losing blood fucking fast I guess. I went from 10/10 hiding it to laying on the ground staring at the ceiling in seconds.

Of all the ways a borrower can die, I get stabbed. I had family members drown in sinks, eaten by pets, starved from unpredictable human schedules- and I’m killed off my another borrower.

Fucking great.

"Janis." There's panic in Damian's voice. "Please. Sit up. Stay awake."

It's too hard.

I’m tired.

I can’t.

"Janis!" Gretchen is full sobbing.

I'm sorry, Gretch. Sorry for being a bitch ass roomate. My bad.

Everything sounds muffled. I think I can hear Kevin returning. There are more hands.

Everything hurts.

I don't have enough energy to push them off.

"Jan, Love. You need to stay awake."

Damian.

Thanks for telling me all about your world. They were fun stories to hear.

Love you.

"C'mon Janis. You're stronger than this. You really gonna let one rouge borrower take you down?"

It appears I am, Kevin.

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