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tarousbaby · 1 year ago

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ONE FOR ME !

- KAGEYAMA TOBIO STORY

best friend's brother trope !

kinktober day one!

implied praise kink, oral, small age gap, penetration, pwp

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sypnosis

when you're spending your weekend at your best friend miwa's house, you weren't expecting your house party to be crashed by none other than her little brother. either way, you aren't complaining.

warnings: time skip! (you are 24, tobio is 20), alcohol, mentions of smoking

word count: 3973

the kageyama house had definitely seen better days, you decided, when you walked through the door.

miwa cracked a half-smile, before grimacing when she swiped some dust off the doorframe. she turns to you as you kick off your shoes, and laughs. "it just needs a bit of fixer-upping!" she argues, which earns a small giggle out of you.

"there's no task too small for me," you retort, as she leads you to the bedroom hall.

"um, so you're going to have to stay in tobio's old room, i hope that's alright," she sighs, stopping outside the farthest door. there's a few nicks in the doorframe, probably from repeated slamming of the door. it'd been a while since you'd been in there. since your senior year of high school, which was weird considering you were now throwing your graduating party for college.

"no, it's fine," you assure her, pushing the door open. it was kept clean, clearly only used on the rare occasions he chose to come home. he had a nice bed, at least, big and comfy.

you plop your bag down on his desk chair, and sit down on the bed. miwa watches, biting her lip, still unsure if you were actually okay with it. "i mean," you drawl, "it's only for a weekend, right?"

her shoulders visibly sag with relief, and she nods with a beam. "only a weekend," she assures, then her smile turns devilish, "now, i think we have a party to plan."

two days later, you're standing in the masses of people you'd met in your years of college, and some you hadn't. there's a red beer cup in your hand, and every now and then miwa pops up to thank you ten times over for helping.

you'd managed to clean the house while she went out and bought the supplies. the party had turned out just as you'd hoped, streamers and lights hanging from the banisters. miwa had even dug out her old sound system from high school.

you prefered to stand in the back, by the kitchen island, sipping on a drink and watching the partygoers around you. it was easier that way, especially knowing miwa was going to get shit-faced and you'd have to be the one to clean up the majority of things.

miwa, ever the stylist, had dressed you up in honor of the night. she'd managed to convince you into wearing a tiny black skirt and a lacey white cami. true to her actual profession, she'd messed around with your hair a bit too.

now, you watched with delight as miwa made her way through the crowd, men hanging off her arms fighting for her attention as she tried to have a genuine conversation with everyone who'd attended. it was hilarious to watch her dodge them all, knowing she had a very loyal boyfriend just a few towns away.

miwa stumbled over to you, babbling the whole time. she leaned heavy against your side, sipping out of her own solo cup. she slurred your name, heavy breaths fanning across your cheek. you resist the urge to laugh at her. "hey, how's the party goin'?"

"it's alright, miwa, are you having fun?" you ask softly, smiling at her. she nods excitedly.

"i'm gonna order some more pizza," she says, pulling out her phone, "any requests?"

you contemplate for a moment. "pepperoni and mushrooms?" she wrinkles her nose, but types it into her phone along with a long list of other foods. "do you mind waiting outside for it?"

you shake your head, "not at all. you go have fun!"

she lets out a short huff, suddenly sober. "well, i want you to have fun too," she pouts. you brush her off with a wave of your head, pressing the order button on her phone.

"it's fine, miwa, really. i'm enjoying myself. i need a little air anyway."

"if you say so," she mumbles, before perking at the call of her name. she giggles out a goodbye before running off to the person who'd called for her. you sigh with a soft shake of your head.

outside is cool, the summer air warm and hazy, but the wind cooling down the temperature considerably. it's nice against your sweaty skin, and you tie your hair up to get it off the back of your neck as you try and take in deep breaths.

the scent of smoke and alcohol was too heavy in there, it almost made you claustrophobic. you sit down on the step of the porch, the stone slab cutting into the backs of your thighs as you try to push down your skirt as far as it could go to no avail.

your head thumps with the sounds of the party inside, and you finish off your drink before placing the empty cup beside you. your hands come to rest in your lap, fingers tapping on the backs of your hands as you wait.

it's only a few minutes before a car pulls up.

your brows furrow. it definitely should've taken way longer than that, considering how long miwa's order was and how late it was. standing up, you brush off your skirt as you make your way down the porch.

a figure slips out of the car, slamming the door behind him and walks right up to you.

tobio.

"oh!" you startle, jumping as he stands a few feet away from you, "tobio, i didn't know you'd be coming home..." you say, a bit awkward as you rub at the back of your neck.

his dark blue eyes rake up your body, flashing under the moonlight. you pretend not to notice the way they catch on the edges of your skirt and the lace of your cami. eventually, they meet your eyes.

he's grown up. a lot.

you'd seen him, in photos from miwa, but nothing compared to how he looked in person. almost like a real life adonis. you can see how chiseled he is through his compression shirt and baggy sweats. his pale skin glistens, and he smells of freshly applied cologne.

"what are you doing here?" his voice is gruff, but not unkind. he looks behind you to the party, and then to the dozens of cars parked along the sidewalk. "why's half the goddamn town here?"

his tone is a little more pressing at that second question, to which you bite your lip. miwa would've told you if she knew tobio was coming home, and on top of that she probably wouldn't have given you his room.

behind you, the sound of some bass-boosted song plays.

"miwa threw a party," you say, trying not to sound stupid or awkward, "we didn't think you'd stop by." you still remember the little boy he used to be, always angry and frustrated, tossing a volleyball around in the back yard as you and miwa giggled at him when he messed up.

he never talked to you much, other than weird gazes you'd catch whenever you were over. it was no secret little tobio had a crush on his big sister's best friend. he was too young then.

he scoffed, "i didn't even think miwa still came by here."

you watch as he shoves his hand in his pockets, for some reason unable to meet your eyes now. you shrug, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind your ear. "to be fair, you don't stop by very often either," you argue.

he rolls his eyes, but it has no bite to it. he knows you're right. you beckon him forward, and suddenly waiting for the pizza floats to the back of your mind. "want a drink?" you ask.

"sure," he laughs, a little breathless and follows you inside.

nobody notices the two of you slip back in, too busy with themselves and others to be bothered. he follows you to the kitchen, always only a step behind you as you worm through the crowd. eventually, you break through to your previous spot and show him the arrangement of drinks to pick from.

you can feel him behind you, the warmth of his body heat. he leans over you, his pec pushing into your shoulder. your face alights, and he grabs a wine bottle and pops off the cork. very sophisticated.

he takes a sip from the bottle, and you watch as a bit of red dribbles down the side of his mouth. as he places the bottle down, your hand subconsciously raises and wipes at it.

tobio raises a brow, a small chuckle falling from his lips. his eyes meet yours, and you quickly look away, wiping your thumb on your shirt.

he stands there, behind you, eyes stuck on you as you rub at the back of your neck. a group of people come bustling into the kitchen, clearly drunk and cups of beer in hand.

you shrink back instinctively, and your back comes to meet tobio's chest. the kitchen wasn't very big to begin with, but with an extra seven people there was barely enough space to extend your arms.

tobio's hand rests on your shoulder, fingers digging into your flesh in an almost protective way. you can smell his cologne, stronger this time, and your lashes flutter.

you don't even know what happens next, but later you're told someone had slipped on an empty solo cup, knocking into someone else. in the end, you ended up with one whole beer cup spilled directly on your chest, soaking you to the bone.

you shriek, the stench of beer wafting up, but your scream is hidden under the layers of party sounds. but then, your whole world twists as your whirled around and buried into tobio's chest.

your brain starts to slow for a second, enveloped in his warm embrace. there's nothing you want to do more in that moment than wrap your arms around his waist and properly hug him. but your chin lifts just in time to see him shove the guy who'd poured his cup on you.

"who the hell do you think you are?" he shouts, lip curled back in a snarl, arm wrapped protectively around you.

it was nice.

but he was also your best friend's little brother.

the guy stumbles back, raising his hands as if to say, "i'm innocent" but tobio doesn't care for that. he continues to shout, and one of the guys friends looks to you for help.

taking in a deep breath, you pull yourself back from his grip, catching his attention. you place both your hands on his chest, pushing him back slightly.

"hey, shh," you coo, "it's fine, it's just a shirt."

"no!" tobio shouts, "that guy's a douche and you deserve an apology."

you look at him weakly, unable to find the words to fight back. he breaks then, shoulders sagging upon seeing your expression. he grabs your hand, and trudges towards the bedroom hall. "c'mon," he huffs.

he stops right outside his room, and you don't even get the chance to protest because he's pulling you inside in under a second. he falls short though, upon seeing it.

in your sleep the night prior you'd managed to kick his blankets all the way to the end of the bed, his pillows displayed messily across the top. your bag was open at his desk, some of your clothes hanging on the back of his chair. you wince. "I didn't get to clean..."

his lips part, and he blinks a few times, still staring at his bed. "you stayed here?"

you sigh, "yes, and i'm so sorry. miwa said it was fine, so i assumed she texted you. again, so so sorry--"

he cuts you off, "no, it's fine. just surprised, that's all."

you purse your lips. "you sure?"

he nods, and he turns to you. you immediately notice how glued his eyes are to your breasts, your white shirt soaked through to openly show the fact you hadn't worn a bra.

your nipples peak through the shirt, and shame courses through you. you shy away, arms crossing in front of you as you look to the side. you shuffle off, overly aware of his eyes on you, as you begin to dig through your bag.

"fuck."

tobio frowns, "what's wrong?"

you run a hand through your hair, pulling out the tie. "this was my last clean shirt."

you can practically hear tobio's heart skip a beat with how startled he looks. you look at him helplessly, still attempting to cover up. you move to leave, an excuse of stealing something of miwa's when he blocks you with an arm.

"you can take something of mine," he says, biting on his lip as he stares away, "i...i don't want you going back out there looking like that."

you almost want to roll your eyes and say, "looking like what?" but you don't. you knew after years of growing up with him that he was naturally protective. he steps away once he's assured you won't make a break for the door and digs through his drawers until he comes up with a simple navy-blue t-shirt.

you don't even need to try it on to know it's going to be huge on you.

he hands it over to you, to which you thank him gratefully. he turns around, but you don't miss the way his cheeks tint pink as he stares at the wall. you peel off your beer-soaked cami and slip his on top, shuddering at the friction.

it smelled like him too.

you even dare to wiggle out of your skirt, tossing it into your bag. you clear your throat, a sign that he can turn around. he doesn't say anything, and you try not to look too awkward.

pinching the sides of the shirt and pulling out, you give a little twirl and say, "how do i look?"

it was intended as a joke, an attempt to cut the thick tension, but he takes you seriously.

he coughs, and stares at his hands, "you, uh, you look good."

complimenting was never his forte.

you can't help it, a small snicker escapes your mouth, and soon enough your full-heartedly laughing at him, trying to cover your noises with a palm to your mouth.

he huffs, but you can see the smile tugging at his lips.

you sit down on his bed, and your body feels warm. you can't tell if it's from the heat of his shirt, the bed, or even the alcohol. he comes to sit next to you, falling back into his rustled sheets with a sigh.

you settle down next to him, and count the cracks in the ceiling in order to ignore the burning in your core. you seriously needed to calm down.

"does miwa always throw these parties?"

you hum. "sometimes, though this was the first one here since high school. uh, after your grandpa passed she didn't do a lot in college for a good while. usually she hosted them on campus or something."

he nodded. the silence fell heavy again.

you turn your head, taking in a deep breath and try to give him a smile. "do you go to parties?" you inquire, "you're in college now...your first year, right?"

he clicks his tongue. "i've been to a few," he scratches behind his ear, "mostly ones i get forced into going to. i never found them very fun."

you get warmer. maybe it is the alcohol, but you scooch a little closer and rest your head on his bicep. you've never seen his eyes widen that much, but he looks at you, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips.

"me neither," you whisper, "don't tell your sister."

you don't let tobio get the chance to understand the double meaning of that, because some surge of confidence pushes through you in that moment. all logical thinking flies out the window, becuase who cares? you're an adult, he's an adult, miwa's partying. he clearly wants you.

you kiss him, a hand placed on his chest, and your hair seperating a curtain between the two of you and the outside world. he tastes of wine, almost bitter, and you love it.

he's still for a moment, but then his lips move against yours and suddenly your flipped onto your back. his hand his on your shoulder, his other on your hip as he stares at you with husky eyes.

your shirt--or well, his shirt--has been pushed up to show your exposed abdomen but more importantly, your lack of skirt. tobio takes a particular interest in your lacey white panties, thumb rubbing over their hem.

he contemplates for a moment. "are you sure you want this?"

you don't waste a single second.

"yes," you nearly plead, and pull him down by the neck for another heated kiss. you can feel him rock up against your core, painfully hard already. you whine into the kiss, wanting to feel more of him.

his hand moves from your shoulder to push up your shirt, and your back arches upon the cold air blown across your skin. your nipples harden, and goosebumps rise on your skin.

tobio's warm hands rub up and down your sides, tracing the line of your ribs. he breaks the kiss, mouthing down your jaw onto your neck and sucking a deep red mark into the flesh of your skin.

you cry out, legs wrapping around his waist, back still trying to pathetically arch into his touch.

"tobio," you pant, "i need more."

"patience," he chastises, but you can tell he speeds up. his lips move a little faster, sucking lighter marks across your neck and collarbone. you're about to sit up to take off the shirt when he stops you.

"keep it on," he pants, "you look so pretty with it. all dressed up in my clothes."

now, that does things for your ego and for the heat growing between your legs.

his lips latch around your right nipple, and his hand comes to twist and play with your left. his tongue is so warm, lapping up at your sensitive nub.

your hands come up to tug at his hair, curling in inky black locs. his eyelashes flutter when you give it a small tug, his teeth scraping against your nipple in a way that made you hiss pleasurably.

he peppers kisses along your breasts and ribs, and you can feel the slick beginning to stain your panties.

"please," you mewl, pushing up against him. he chuckles and presses a quick kiss to your lips before ducking down between your legs. his grin is devilish, and you can't help but shiver in anticipation.

he takes your panties, and pushes them to the side, revealing your pussy. "so wet," he whispers, almost amazed. he takes one finger and runs it through your folds, collecting your slick and smearing it across your thighs.

quickly, he leaves a few love bites along the smooth expanse of your thighs, making your breath catch in your throat. everytime you think he's about to finally touch you, he goes back to your knee and works his way up again.

he admires his work, and you tighten your thighs around his head as a sort of warning to hurry up. he wraps his arms around your waist and tugs you closer to the edge of the bed. your back arches, and you try to resist the urge to buck your hips.

you aren't ready for when he finally makes one long stripe through your folds. it feels like a hundred electric shocks are coursing through your body, lighting you aflame. you let out a hitched cry of pleasure, hands curling in his hair, pushing further into his face.

tobio eats you out like you're his last meal. you don't know where he learned how, but it's genuinely shocking. the same boy who you taught how to properly serve a volleyball, was now eating you out like your life depended on it.

you couldn't help the symphony of noises that escaped you. the heat of his tongue made you clench around nothing as he sucked your clit into his mouth, moaning around your flesh. you never striked him as the kind of guy to be a service top, but you were enjoying it, nonetheless.

he sucks against your skin, trying to get every taste of you he can, openly groaning at the taste of your slick. your legs twitch and shudder, and you try your hardest not to clamp around his neck. "need to feel you, tobio," you moan, pulling his head up. he looks at you, eyes heavy-lidded, his arousal clear as day.

"i don't have a condom," he stutters, and you shake your head.

"i don't care," you whine, pulling him close, so his torso is flesh against yours, "need you now."

you sound horribly pathetic and he must find it cute or he doesn't care because he's complying to your whiney demands with no issue.

he fumbles with the string of his sweatpants, pulling them and his boxers down to his knees. you feel your mouth salivate at the sight of him. he's long, not the thickest you've ever seen, but definitely the longest. you know he's going to hit all the right spots.

you reach forward, taking him into your hand and giving him a few long pumps. his tip is a cute flushed red, veins tracking up his cock. "so pretty, tobio," you slur, to which he blushes bashfully. "this is the kind of dick girls brag about, y'know..."

he presses a kiss to your cheek. "will you?"

you giggle, "not unless you give me reason to."

that ignites a flame in him. ego was one thing tobio took very seriously.

he drags his tip through your folds, lubing himself with your slick. occasionally, his head will catch on your clit and elicit a whimper from you. he aligns himself with your hole, leaning over you, and pressing more kisses to your breasts to try and ease you and get your muscles to relax.

you breathe in and out a few times until your body properly relaxes, and you're melting wax into his hands.

you take back everything you said about him not being big. tobio fills you up like he was made for you. as if your pussy was molded to fit the shape of his cock. he curves in just the right spot, and after a few testing pushes, he manages to hit your g-spot with every thrust.

it's no surprise you're cumming only minutes after he starts.

"tobio!" you cry out, gripping onto his shoulders, "'m gonna cum!"

he huffs, burying his face in your neck, "cum for me, baby, i wanna hear you. show those assholes what they're missing out on."

sparks alight along your spine, and you're arching into him, screaming his name as you cum. it might've been the biggest climax you'd ever had.

you're shivering and whimpering, letting him pound into you until his own release. he finishes soon too, having been hard for way too long. he's trying to muffle his grunts, but you know they're clear as day to anyone who's in the kitchen. you'd be surprised if the whole house didn't hear you.

eventually, he finishes in you, pumping his seed in with a few slow thrusts. he sits there for a moment, still inside you as he takes deep breaths to recollect himself. eventually he slips out, but he plugs you up with two of his fingers to keep his cum from dripping out.

tobio lays down next to you, his head resting on your shoulder, heavy pants fanning across your breasts.

"was i good?" he asks weakly.

"you were wonderful."

the next morning, you wake up to a string of texts from miwa.

oops.

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harrysmimi · 1 year ago

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Hey! I absolutely love all your work. And live to see the Desi representation in some of your work. I was wondering if you could do one where everytime H goes out on stage or interviews all dolled up, the reader does the kajal thing for the bad nazar. I just think H would be like soo bashful and cute about it. Love you.

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First off, thanks anon for sending in the req. I love writing fic where I can imagine myself in. I am glad you like my work. Ilysm. Hope you like this one too. I wrote it real quick in like an hour. Pls ignore the typos if there are any, or simply feel free to point them out I'll edit it. Hehe.

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Harry was getting ready to perform for BRIT Awards.

He was home. He was with family and the love of his life, about to perform one of his hits. This was going to be one of the happiest nights of his life, he could already tell.

It was time for quick outfit change before he went on stage. His girlfriend of six months was hanging out in his green room with him as he got ready, she was on her laptop working away at a couple of urgent emails she had to send out.

It was her day off, but she's been recently promoted as senior manager at her firm and they need her there more often than it seems to be. Harry was more than content with just her presence by his side. He'd gotten into a pair of black pants before his hair stylist was on board. He'd tried on the few different tops to go with it, his last try was a red sparkly piece.

"You look handsome!" He heard his girlfriend chirp from behind him, when he turned around he saw her looking at him like a love struck puppy behind her glasses, her face lit blue from her laptop screen in the yellow lit room. She was sat on the rug using the coffee table as her desk.

"Thank you baby!" He couldn't help but blush at the compliment he for sure hears a million times when he's working. It somehow felt so special coming from her. She just shrugged in reply. "Did you get a good news from work?"

"Yeah, I got the on-paper for my promotion finally!" She shared.

"That's amazing, darling, congratulations!" He was immediately walking upto her with open arms to engulf her in a bone crushing hug and a tender kiss she deserves so much. "It's more legit now, innit?"

"Yeah! It feels so surreal to be honest!" She chuckled in pure joy. "Enough about me, tonight is for you and about you. Are you excited?"

"More than excited actually." He dat down next to her on the rug. "Can't wait to go out there and perform already!"

"I can see." YN commented, "this jacket looks good on you." She leaned forward with her lips puckered asking for a kiss, which Harry was more than glad enough to give her. He took the opportunity to pull her over his lap, making her straddle his thighs with his hands on her bum.

"Though it would look better on your bedroom floor, along with this hoodie, I think we have a good half an hour before the show." Harry managed to mumble between his kisses on her mouth.

"No, not here!"

"No one's gonna come in, I promise." He urged her, hands slipping under the her (his) hoodie over her bare skin.

"Stop it tickles!" She squirmed under his touch. "No, no, Harry not here please."

He let out a dramatic sigh, "fine!"

"But if you loose the shirt underneath, I might be able to trick my aunty thinking I am staying with a girl friend tonight." She challenged him.

"Then you better get to convincing her, love!" He already took off the jacket so he can rip off the tank top he wore underneath it, being his usual dramatic self.

It is indeed a difficult task to convince YN's landlady, who also happens to be her aunty for letting her stay out. She lives away from her family in London, but she's got her aunty a parent figure in the city, which comes with perks of not paying rent but also cons like still following a curfew, typical brown family behaviour. But none the less YN have managed to trick her aunty into thinking she's staying at one of her friend's house, when in reality she is at Harry's.

Her family knows about Harry, they are very accepting of him. Though her parents won't be happy if they find out their daughter spent a night at his place for obvious reasons.

He was tackling her on the rug now as he tickled her more. They spent their time goofing around and poking fun at one another. In no time Harry was ready to be on the stage.

"A lot of people are going to watch you today." YN pointed on trying her best to make her boyfriend keep his hands to himself for now.

"Mhmm." He sounded stealing a kiss from her. He watched her wipe the kohl from the corner of her eye and placed it behind his left ear, "what was that for?"

"To protect you from evil eye tonight." She shared, "you're looking extra, extra, extra gorgeous!"

"I didn't know you were superstitious." His cheeks turned red in an instant.

"Look at you blushing!" YN cooed at his reaction which had him burying his face into her neck to hide his bashful face. "Awe! Harry you're so cute, I love you!"

"I love you." He repeated.

"Now go and sing your heart out." She encouraged him.

"Mhmm." He nodded placing yet another kiss on her mouth before he was off to the stage just in time.

The night was memorable as expected. Harry got wasted like usual. His sister had to take him to her place as he shouldn't be left alone when he's drunk.

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N O T E:

This is smth quick I wrote cuz I haven't posted anything sunce August. 😭 pls forgive me.

I love you. And pls lemme know how you liked it!

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bleach-your-panties · 1 year ago

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💔the financial abuser - kingpin!touya todoroki x black! wife!reader

warnings: modern au/no quirks, drug family business, mention of past child abuse (y'all know the story), family illness (not touya or y/n), oral (m! receiving), car sex, pre-marital sex, dacryphilia, degradation, breeding kink, size kink, pregnancy, coercion, controlling/obsessive behavior, stalking, angry outbursts, choking (not in a sexual context), drug use, gaslighting, manipulation, verbal abuse, emotional abuse, mental illness, serious injury/hospitalization. read at your own risk!

☠️: some dialogue/actions inspired by true events.

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💔: banner made by me with canva

💔post themes: ain't about the money - t.i. ft. young thug

soldier - destiny's child

throat baby (remix) -

brs kash ft. city girls

baby by me - 50 cent ft. neyo

whatever you like - t.i.

what you know - t.i.

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gold digger - kanye west

💔9.7k words!

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If you ain’t no punk, holler,

“We want prenup!”

Yeah, that’s something that you need to have

‘Cause when she leave yo ass

She gone leave with half

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You met your husband, Touya, at a hair salon in your neighborhood.

In the "hood", so to speak. You grew up in an impoverished neighborhood in one of the roughest cities to live in in the nation, with an 80% black population and a violent crime rate 95% higher than the national average.

Although it was dangerous as hell, the living conditions were less than desirable, and you were constantly surrounded by sketchy people, this was your home.

You'd grown up in this city and attended school here from elementary through university. Now at age 26, you're a successful chemical engineer, working as a consultant for the city's power plant.

Your parents are both deceased unfortunately; your father died in your childhood and your mother passed away after a long battle with breast cancer just after your senior year of university, so as far as family went, you only had your dear aunt, who was getting up in age.

She's your father's sister, having supported you throughout most of your academic life by helping you get back and forth to campus, attending all necessary parental conferences when your mother was too sick to, and finally, attending all of your graduation ceremonies. You are extremely thankful for her.

Present day, all you do is work, pretty much.

With your work, you usually have to keep your hair pulled back in a tight bun and covered with a protective hair cap. It was always a relief to be able to get your hair done and have your stylist rub her long, acrylic nails against your scalp while she lathered your natural tresses with sweet-smelling shampoo.

The soft ding of the bell hanging over the door alerted you to a newcomer's presence while you sat underneath the dryer reading one of the old Jet magazines that every salon always seemed to keep on hand.

"Good afternoon, ladies."

You looked up from your magazine and your dark brown eyes fell upon the most handsome man you had ever seen.

Tall, muscular frame, skin the color of freshly churned milk and hulking arms a collage of black ink. He was no shorter than 6'5'' at the least. You could tell by the way that he had to duck under the door frame to come inside the shop.

"Heyyy, Touya~" Your eyes moved around, pupils enlarging as you realized that every other woman in the shop had stopped whatever they were doing to greet this man.

Just who is this guy?

He walked further inside the small salon, his small, narrowed, turquoise eyes roaming over each and every feminine face before stopping at yours.

Oh no, he's walking over here!

Your face began to heat up; you hated being put on the spot and this man was just too gorgeous, you might faint!

He smirked at you and dug his big hands into the pockets of his black joggers.

"What's up, pretty? I think I would remember seeing a face as gorgeous as yours around here. What's your name?"

Your stylist came over then, smacking her lips at Touya and motioning for you to come over to her chair.

"Leave her alone, Touya. She wants nothing to do with the likes of you. She's a good girl, she's not interested in thugs."

That made your blush worsen and you lowered your head to the tiled floor, hoping that he'd just move on and bother one of the other women.

Touya laughed loudly. He brought his arms up to rest behind his hair, which you now noticed to be a brilliant white, just like freshly fallen snow.

His big biceps bulged and you could see that they were also covered in tattoos. He even had them all along his neck, trailing upwards to just under his chiseled jawline and then downwards, disappearing into his white V-neck.

"How do you know what she likes, Tisha? And I'm not a thug, I'm a well-respected businessman, I'll have you know."

The entire shop cracked up at that, making your anxiety lessen just as you looked up to further examine this man.

Unfortunately, he caught you looking and bit his lip at you. Usually, the gesture would've made you cringe, but it was different when he did it. It was sexy.

His lips were a little plump and when he bit them, you could see two glints of silver: a tongue stud and a lip stud.

"Y/n is my name." You said simply.

He smiled this time and squatted down so you didn't have to crane your neck to look at his face.

"Y/n, huh? Pretty name for a pretty girl."

You almost wanted to roll your eyes, but instead, you smiled.

"Thank you….Touya…"

He nodded slightly. More glints of silver when he made the gesture; he also had his right eyebrow pierced, three stud piercings in his nostril, and multiple silver hoops in each ear.

“God had no business making this man this damn fine.”

A deep chuckle broke you out of your thought process.

"Well, I appreciate that, beautiful. Tisha, don't charge her anything for her hair. I'll pay for it."

Aw, shit, did I say that out loud?! Nice going, Y/n!

"What? No! You don't have to do that, I can pay for myself!" You huffed. You knew this game all too well.

If he paid for your hair, he'd feel like you owed him something. Not a chance.

"Oh, girl hush and let that man pay for you. Keep that $750 in your pocket, shit." Tisha chuckled as she began to install your wig.

Touya handed her the money out of his wallet while grinning. He held his hands up, palms facing you in a gesture of surrender.

“I promise I don’t want anything in return, but maybe you wouldn’t mind grabbing breakfast with me one day? I know this great spot right down the street from the salon.”

You scoffed, now finally rolling your eyes at him.

“That’s still wanting something, pretty boy, even if it’s only a meal.”

Touya shrugged. “So that’s a no, then? Too bad. I won’t keep bothering you, though. See ya around, pretty girl.” He teased with a smug look on his face before turning and walking back out the door of the salon.

A few hours later, Tisha was done with your hair. She handed you a mirror so you could look at yourself.

“Thanks, Tish, it looks amazing!” You dug in your purse for your wallet so you could give her a tip, but she stopped you.

“Girl, what are you doing? Touya already paid me.” Eyebrows scrunched, you pushed the $20 bill into her hand anyway and got up out of the chair before she could protest.

“Just take it. Maybe next time I come I can get a discount on my lash installment.”

“Girl, you crazy! Get on out of here!”

You left the shop smiling to yourself. The bell tinkled over your head as you walked out into the bright sunlight.

Your smile immediately dropped when you walked over to your car and noticed that you had a flat tire.

“Oh no, what the hell?! When did that get there? Aw, man…”

The offending item that had punctured your tire was a long, rusty nail sticking out the side of it.

“Dammit, now I’m going to have to call a tow truck.” You sighed and pulled your iPhone out of your purse.

“Need some help, pretty?”

It was Touya - he’s still been here all this time?

He casually leaned up against a smoke-gray Range Rover with black rims. The brake calipers had been spray-painted a deep purple.

“Oh, Touya. There’s a nail in my tire, but it’s fine, I can just call-”

“I can wait with you for the tow truck and then take you home.” He offered. Getting up off the truck, he stalked his way over, taking long strides. In a second, he was standing right next to you, so close that you could smell his expensive cologne.

You didn’t know how to react, just kind of looking up at him with a stuck expression on your face.

“Uh, you really don’t have to…I could just call someone..”

“Why do that when I’m standing right here?”

A perfectly arched eyebrow raised. “Because I don’t know you? You could be a serial killer.”

You know now that he’s most likely a drug dealer, like that was any better…but yeah.

Touya just laughed at you and shook his head.

“Not gonna make it easy for me, huh? I like that. Keep it up, baby doll. I’ll get you sooner or later.” He walked back over to his truck and opened the driver-side door.

“At least come sit and chat with me until the tow truck comes?” You couldn’t continue to resist him, no matter how much you wanted to. Especially when he looked at you with those turquoise eyes.

—-

And that’s how your whirlwind romance began.

—-

Now I ain’t saying she a gold digger

But she ain’t messing with no broke niggas

Now I ain’t saying she a gold digger

But she ain’t messing with no broke niggas

Cutie the bomb, met her at a beauty salon

With a baby Louis Vuitton under her arm

She said, “I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm

Far as girls you got a flock

I can tell by your charm and your arm”

But I’m lookin’ for the one, have you seen her?

—-

After that day, you and Touya began somewhat of a friendship.

Whenever you came to get your hair done, he’d somehow always be there and he’d always pay for your hair, nails, and lashes. Turns out that he owned the beauty salon, the diner that he offered to take you out to, and pretty much everything else on that strip.

One day after you got off of work, you were surprised to see his truck out in the parking lot.

He was waiting for you.

“Touya! Funny meeting you here, what’s up?” You put your hands on your hips.

“I want to take you on a date tonight.”

Your eyes bulged slightly, probably making you look like a fool, but Touya didn’t waver in his proposition.

"What do you say, pretty? Go out with me?"

You began weighing all the positives and negatives of going on a date with him. He could have a gaggle of jealous exes just waiting to catch him with another woman and raise hell, or one of his opps that was waiting to catch him slipping so they could blow his head off.

Tough decision, but eventually you folded and agreed.

—-

After your first date, you saw Touya more and more, seemingly everywhere you went.

The grocery store, the mall, restaurants. You even saw him across the street from your dentist's office one day while leaving an appointment.

Despite all of these seemingly random pop-ups, you found yourself undeniably attracted to Touya, which may have clouded your judgment just a tad.

So over the next several weeks, Touya would continue to show up at your job and surprise you with flowers, food from his diner, and lavish gifts.

This is how you would end up kneeling underneath the dashboard in Touya's Range in the parking lot of the industrial plant, hours after your shift had ended.

His black sweatpants were pulled down his thick, muscled thighs and pooled around his ankles while you struggled to take his huge cock into your mouth.

He regarded you with those cool, turquoise eyes, one large hand planted firmly on the top of your head as he guided you up and down on his hard shaft.

"Just like that, pretty. Such a perfect, slutty mouth. Yeah, you like being slutted out outside of your job? Not the perfect, innocent little scholar right now, are you?"

You hummed around his dick, saliva spilling from the corners of your mouth while you breathed steadily through your nose.

Touya's degradation never failed to turn you on, but sometimes you felt like he was just being mean intentionally.

His hands pressed down on your head harder, forcing you to take him further down your aching throat. Once he started, Touya wouldn't let up until he fucked your throat raw and tears streamed down your beautiful face, ruining your expensive makeup.

He loved to see you cry.

"There you go, baby. That's my good girl. Take my cock like only you can."

You moaned around him as best you could, but your jaw was aching and you felt like you'd pass out from lack of oxygen any moment now.

Suddenly, you were being pulled off of him by the roots of your hair. Touya dragged you over the center console into the backseat with you sputtering and trying to catch your breath.

"Down." He ordered and you immediately obeyed, getting on your hands and knees.

He clambered over you clumsily, his height preventing him from being able to get into the exact position that he wanted, but this would have to do.

"Arch."

Tattooed hands came down to hold your lower hips as soon as you arched your back.

You were already wet from sucking him off, but due to the sheer size of Touya's dick, it wouldn't be enough.

Hiking one foot up, he removed one hand to guide his dick into your hole. You immediately felt the burn.

"TOUYA! It's too much…" You moaned with your head turned slightly to the side to look over your shoulder at him.

"Not too much, baby. Never too much for you, my sweet girl. Take me, baby. Take my big fucking dick in your tiny little hole. I know you can do it."

Your freshly done acrylics scraped against the car door while Touya grabbed your expensive bundles up in one hand and forced your head completely flat on the floor with the other.

His pace was hard and rough, but he knew you were loving everything that he was giving you judging by your moans.

"Shit, pussy's so good baby, sucking me in so nice…fuuuccck!"

Of all of the women that he's fucked, you were the only one that had been able to take all of him without passing out.

It was a shock to you as well, how you hadn't passed out already from Touya's deep stroking. No doubt his fat tip was hitting your cervix; you could feel him in your damn stomach.

"Touya, I'm going to cum!" Your words were muffled, but he could just make out what you were trying to say and feel you clenching around him.

His eyes watched your ass move in waves as he pounded into you with everything he had, no doubt making the entire car shake from the sheer force of his thrusts.

“Come on, cum on this dick, baby. Make a mess on me, baby doll,” He cooed softly, leaning over you to press you against the floor as he rolled his hips into you.

"TOUYA!"

"Yes, scream my name, girl! SHIT!"

—-

The next thing you knew, you were waking up in the front of a large mansion with a high, wrought-iron gate around it. It was surrounded by acres of land, all to itself off in the countryside. A soft, fleece blanket covered your naked body.

"Where are we? Is this your house?"

"Fucked you so good you lost your memory, baby, but yes, this is my house."

"Why'd you bring me here?"

"Why wouldn't I? Why, you'd rather me fuck your brains out and just leave you passed out, only to wake up alone in a fucking parking lot in the dark? Come on, Y/n." You could see him roll his eyes through the rearview mirror.

Remaining silent, you just hugged the blanket tighter around your shoulders.

"So where do we go from here, Touya? What's next for us?"

He hit a button and the doors unlocked. Touya came around to open your door and then scooped you up into his strong arms, holding you close to his chest.

"I brought you here in hopes that you'd agree to be my girlfriend."

"What if I say no?"

"Then I have to kill you."

"WHAT!?"

"I'm just playing, girl. Damn. So will you? Will you be my baby?"

—-

Touya and you began dating that night, and not even six months later, he asked you to marry him.

And you said yes.

Now, you believed that you were in love with Touya. He treated you like a princess and showered you with expensive gifts: jewelry, cars, designer clothes, shoes, and bags. Whatever your heart desired. Not to mention he was sweet, attentive, caring, loving, and amazing in bed.

Little did you know that Touya had another side to him.

—-

Stacks on deck, patron on ice

And we could pop bottles all night, and,

Baby, you could have whatever you like

I said you could have whatever you like, yeah

Late-night sex, so wet, it's so tight

I gas up the jet for you tonight

And baby you can go wherever you like

I said you can go wherever you like, yeah

—-

While you were planning your wedding, many of your friends and family members came to you with concerns about your fiance. Including your beloved aunt.

“That boy is no good, Y/n. I’m telling you. Just look into those cold, soulless eyes of his. That boy is not right in the head.” She would rant as you sat on her living room couch with wedding books opened up all around you.

"Please, Auntie. Touya is a good guy. Sure, he's in the streets, but he'd never hurt me."

"You don't sound too sure of yourself."

Rolling your eyes, you had heard enough of the negativity.

Gathering up the books and magazines, you threw them into your new Louis Vuitton tote bag and pulled it onto your shoulder.

"I have to go, Auntie, or I'll be late for my dress fitting. I love you." You leaned down to give her a hug and kiss on the jaw.

"I love you, too, baby. Just please think about what I've been saying before you rush into this marriage, alright?"

"Alright, I hear you. I'm gone."

You stepped out of her house and closed the screen door behind you. Your black BMW M3 with the custom purple wheels sat pretty in the driveway. Touya had it custom-painted for you, said that everyone needs to know that you're his woman.

As you were backing out of the driveway, you heard your phone vibrating in your bag.

🖤🫶🏾Husband💜 would like to FaceTime…

You declined the request and hooked your phone up to the car mount, immediately calling him back on the phone.

"What the fuck, Y/n? Why are you declining my calls? Where the hell are you at? I've been calling you all damn day!" He barked through the receiver, making you cringe.

"I-I just got in the car, I'm leaving Auntie's house, on the way home now…"

You could almost hear him rolling his eyes on the other end.

"Yeah, and what did she want now? Still bitching about you marrying me?" He scoffed.

"Touya, stop that. She's only concerned about me, that's all."

"Yeah, whatever you say, Y/n. I know that your whole fucking family despises me, not that I give a fuck, though. I'm marrying you, not any of them."

"That's true, Touya, but it would be better if you at least tried to get along with them."

"Well, maybe they should stop judging a book by its cover and try to get along with me since I'm about to be your husband."

"I don't think that's how it works, but okay, Touya. I'll be pulling up in a little bit."

"Are you trying to rush me off the phone? I called because I want to see you before I leave tonight. Gotta fly to Tijuana for business."

Of course, 'for business' meant, to pick up a "shipment".

—-

Ayy, don't you know I got kis by the three

When I chirp, shawty chirp back

Louie knapsack where I'm holding all the work at

What you know about that?

I know all about that

—-

"And by 'see me', you mean get your dick wet. I have wedding stuff to do, baby. I have to fly to Paris to pick up my dress and how am I supposed to do that if you're taking the jet?" You complained.

"Just send your assistant to get it. I need you here to take care of me, baby doll, just like how I take care of you. Come on, now."

You wanted to retort that you needed to be there to try it on, but there was no arguing with Touya, especially when he wanted sex.

"Okay, I'm almost there. Tell the guards to open the gate."

—-

"Ohh shit, Touya, baby, give me that dick~"

"Yeah baby, you like that?"

And that's how the two of you went along for the rest of the night, Touya putting you in all different types of positions, beating your shit in.

He was always rough, pulling your hair and smacking your ass until it was raw and red.

He made sure to leave marks all over your neck and titties as well, marring your brown skin so that whenever any man looked at you, they'd KNOW that you were getting dicked down by a real motherfucking king.

"God Y/n, how do you keep this shit so tight? I'm gonna bust my load in you, fuck around, and get you pregnant tonight, girl."

"Mmm, if we don't stop now you're going to miss your flight."

"Fuck it," He chuckled, "I'll call Shoto to handle it."

Shoto, his younger brother who'd just finished college a semester ago. Touya had taken him underneath his wing to train him to be next in line for the family business.

His other siblings, Natsuo and Fuyumi, wanted nothing to do with this life and just worked everyday blue-collar jobs.

"Here, get on top of me. Ride this dick while I make the call."

You sighed but complied nonetheless and crawled up onto his lap as he reclined against the head of your shared California king bed.

"Hello?" You heard Shoto's bland, emotionless voice come over the receiver.

"Hey Sho, I need you to go handle that for me. Jet's already loaded and ready to go."

"What? Why can't you do it?"

"Because I told you to do it and I'm the boss."

"Yeah whatever, you're probably too busy fucking. Hey Y/n." He snickered, causing your cheeks to heat up. He knew his older brother too well.

Touya hung up on him and tossed the phone to the side, grabbing your hips and slamming you down onto his thick cock.

"You gonna let me get you pregnant, huh, baby? Gonna let me breed this little cunt, stuff you nice and full, and make you fat with my seed?"

You weren't quite sure that you were ready to have a child, but you were starting to get up in age and you and Touya are getting married, so what's the harm? You nodded.

"Yes, Touya. I love you. Make me a mommy."

—-

Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire

Be a millionaire, be a millionaire, b-be a millionaire

I don't play no games (I don't play no games)

So when I'm in that thang (when I'm in that thang)

Come see what I mean (see what I mean)

See what I mean, see what I mean, oh

I said lil mama put me on (baby, put me on)

Bet I'll have you gone (bet I'll have you gone)

Come see what I mean, see what I mean

See what I mean (see what I mean)

New music, new mood, new position

New erotic sounds, it's going down, now listen

I can hear your heartbeat, you're sweating

I could paint a perfect picture

I get deeper and deeper, I told ya I'd get ya

I'd work that murk that, just the way you like it, baby

Turn a quickie into an all-nighter maybe

Yo, I need you to be what I need, more than liquor and weed

I need you to maybe give me a seed

I need you to give me reason to breathe

I need you

—-

Time Skip, Wedding Day

"Are you sure that you want to do this?" Fuyumi asked you while she was putting your veil in your hair.

You only giggled softly, rubbing a hand over your small baby bump.

"I think it's a little too late to back out now, Fuyumi." She shook her head, making her white and red curls bounce.

"It's never too late to change your mind. You're not his wife, yet. Y/n, I love my brother with all of my heart, but honestly, you deserve so much better than him."

It was hurtful to hear, but you weren't shocked by the young woman's words.

Natsuo and Fuyumi were like your family; they also didn't think that you should marry Touya.

"I'm pregnant with his child, Fuyu, and I don't want to be a single mother. I love Touya with all my heart as well, and whatever he went through in the past, we can get through it together. I'll be there for him, til death do us part."

Fuyumi just let out a long sigh and tried to put on a smile.

"I can't say I didn't try, but okay. If this is what will really make you happy. Just please take care of yourself and the baby, no matter what. Protect yourself."

She handed you your bouquet just as the wedding music began playing.

"I'll see you at the altar."

She left, leaving you alone. You peeked out the door and saw the flower girls and ring bearers go down the aisle.

Taking a deep breath, you exhaled and tightened your hands around your flowers.

"Hey, beautiful."

Your head whipped around so fast you almost gave yourself whiplash.

It was Touya, standing there in his all-white suit with a purple silk dress shirt opened up to show off his tattooed chest.

"Touya!? What are you doing here, you're supposed to be at the altar!"

"Hmm, the wedding can't start without us, baby. I just wanted to give you something really quick."

He reached into the breast pocket of the suit jacket and pulled out a folded piece of paper and a pen.

You watched him carefully.

"What is this?"

"A prenup."

"A what? Touya, I'm not signing a prenup minutes before our wedding! Why are you just bringing this to me now?"

He furrowed his white eyebrows, not liking the tone you were taking with him.

"I'm sorry, but who do you think you're talking to, Y/n? You should know not to ever raise your voice at me. Not even my own mother yells at me, baby doll, and you're damn sure not about to start. Now sign the goddamn prenup or I'm calling all this shit off."

No way! He wouldn't actually call the wedding off, would he? Not after all of your hard work, not after everything you'd been through in the past couple of months.

Your dear aunt had been diagnosed with coronary artery disease a few months ago and hadn't been doing too well. She'd been in and out of the hospital frequently and even had to leave her job because of it.

You begged Touya to hire an in-home nurse to care for her and, after much disagreement, he finally let you.

Why would he do this to you now? Moments before your special day?

With your lower lip wobbling and tears beginning to spill out of your eyes, you took the paper with a shaky hand and signed your signature on the line, initialing where it directed you to.

Touya chuckled darkly once you were done and took it back from you, stuffing it into his pocket.

Why would he make you sign a prenup? You didn't know much about this type of stuff, but usually, prenups weren't good.

However, you couldn't fathom losing Touya or your fairytale life. You were finally getting everything that you ever wanted.

A family.

"Hey, don't cry, baby doll. You know I'll always take care of you, right?"

He moved in to kiss you, his hand covering your bump and rubbing it softly. With his pinky, he swiped the tears from under your eyes, careful not to smudge your face makeup.

You nodded slowly and he smiled at you.

"I love you, Y/n."

With that, he left the room.

—

Five Years Later

Being married to Touya was not at all how you expected it to be.

After quitting your job and becoming a full-time housewife, your life seemed to go into a downward spiral.

While you were dating, you’d found out that Touya and his siblings had grown up in an abusive household where his father beat him, his siblings, and their mother. His mother had had a hard time coping with what she'd been through, so the four siblings had agreed to have her committed to a mental health care facility.

During their childhood, in a fit of psychosis, their mother threw a pot of boiling water on Shoto, disfiguring the left side of his face. An ugly, red-marred patch of skin now covered the once-perfect porcelain.

After that incident, Touya left home and never looked back.

He talked very little about his father, so what you did know, you had to find out from Fuyumi, who still maintained limited contact with their father. Neither Natsuo nor Shoto talked about the man.

Many times, you had tried to persuade Touya to get therapy in order to deal with his past traumas, but he never listened. If anything, he would become completely enraged whenever you would broach the subject.

It also didn't help that Touya was now even more deeply involved in the drug lifestyle.

At first, it didn't bother you as much as it should have, but as time went on things just got worse and worse.

Your son, Takuya, was now five years old and you really didn't want him exposed to the people and dealings that Touya was involved in.

Takuya would ask you many questions:

Mommy, why is Daddy never home?

Who are these strange people in our house?

Why can't my friends come over to spend the night?

Why does Daddy have flour underneath his nose?

Yes.

Touya had been abusing cocaine ever since your third year of marriage.

He said that it helped ease his mind. Made him forget the past.

A knock came on his office door, causing the turquoise-eyed man to look up at it.

"What, Y/n?" He asked in irritation once he looked up and saw you standing there, just staring at him.

"Are you seriously getting high in the middle of the day?"

Spread out over his desktop were multiple, identical lines of freshly chopped cocaine. With a rolled-up hundred-dollar bill, Touya closed off one of his nostrils while he used the bill to snort the white powder into the other.

He did it effortlessly, almost elegantly.

"Touya, really? What if Takuya ever walked in and saw you doing this shit? You know he's getting older now, and he's started asking me questions about your…habit."

Touya didn’t seem deterred; better yet, he most likely hadn’t heard a word that you’d said as he focused on the feeling of the drug entering his system.

“Did you fucking need something, Y/n? If not, then kindly get the fuck out. I’m busy.”

You gave him an incredulous look but bit your tongue and nodded.

“I need you to sign the check for Takuya’s school tuition so I can mail it off today.”

Touya sucked his teeth and sniffled. With the back of his tattooed hand, he wiped his nose roughly.

“Of course, that’s what you always need. Money. “

With a soft sigh, you prepared yourself for one of his rants. On top of abusing drugs, Touya had been diagnosed with, post-traumatic stress disorder, dissociative identity disorder, and bipolar disorder.

You’d seen him dissociate firsthand, especially when he was high. You figured that the alternate personality that he’d created stemmed from his traumatic childhood. This persona’s name was Dabi, and Dabi was not nice by any means. He was awful, much worse than normal, agitated Touya.

If it wasn’t for you insisting on having genetic testing done while you were pregnant, you’d have never found out what mental ailments your husband had been suffering from.

“Well…if you hadn’t taken my name off of all the accounts, I could have done it myself and not have to disturb you while you’re taking care of business.” You finally snipped. You’d had enough of Touya’s drug abuse, verbal abuse, and emotional abuse.

You had gotten sick of him always taunting you, downplaying you, and making you feel as if you were less of a person because you had left your job, your family, and everything that you knew, in order to cling to him and become his wife.

He made you feel low, lower than the earth beneath your feet, and you had had enough of him.

To pour even more salt into your stinking, infected wounds, Touya treated you like a child.

You had an allowance, you had to call and check in with him anytime you left the house, and he didn’t let you go anywhere without him or one of his guards.

It hadn’t always been like this. No, this behavior only began once you attempted to leave him the first time.

You’d tried to leave Touya many times over the past five years, but your efforts were always in vain. No matter what you did or where you tried to go, he would always find you and bring you back, literally kicking and screaming. After a while, you just decided to give up, telling yourself that you’d never be able to get away from him.

—-

Mmmm

You high, baby? (Yeah)

Yeah? (Hahaha, talk to me)

You want me to tell you something? (Uh huh)

I know what you want to hear

—-

The veins in his neck bulged and he turned on you, turquoise eyes flashing with lightning.

“Did you just talk back to me?”

The blood froze in your veins as Touya stood up, calmly pushing his desk chair back. The wheels screeched eerily across the wooden floor. Touya stomped towards you like a panther, waiting to attack and kill its prey.

“T-Touya- I…”

One hand was all it took to constrict your breathing. Touya held you up like a doll, the muscles in his arm barely flexing as he slammed you against the wooden double doors of the office entrance, making them rattle violently. Your little legs thrashed as you moved your body, attempting to get Touya off of you, to no avail.

“Bitch, how dare you disrespect me, after all I’ve done for you. I took you out of that shitty neighborhood you were living in, took care of you and that fucking brat, took care of your whole fucking family despite them cursing the very ground that I walk on. This is how you repay me? Flapping your fucking lips at me? HUH?!?!”

He yelled directly in your face, making you squint your eyes as spit flew from his lips. His face was so close to yours that you could see up his nostrils, see the white residue from the hit he’d just taken.

If he didn’t let you down soon, you’d pass out. Touya soon realized this, and he let you go, let your body drop to the ground with a ‘thud’ while he stepped back and regarded you without a smidgen of concern.

Your hands flew to your throat as you coughed violently. Your chest burned as you tried to regain the precious oxygen that your lungs had been deprived of for far too long.

—-

You know you want me, baby

You know I want you, too

They call me Superman

I'm here to rescue you

I wanna save you, girl

Come be in Shady's world

(Ooo, boy, you drive me crazy)

Bitch, you make me hurl

—-

"You act like…," you wheezed, then halted to take in a few more deep breaths, "you act like I wasn't somebody before I met you. Like I wasn't on my own, living independently and happily before you came along and messed it all up!"

He must have found your lamentation amusing, because he chuckled, deep in his chest.

"Oh Y/n…when have you ever been independent? Your whole life you've always depended on someone. Your aunt, your family, your friends, and then me. You think you're so special, because what, you went to school and got a degree?"

Said degree was displayed on the back wall of his office. He'd let you hang it there after buying an expensive, mahogany wooden frame lined in real 24k gold for it. A gift for your first year wedding anniversary.

Now the object seemed to offend Touya. He made a beeline for it and snatched it off the back wall before sending it hurling across the room, narrowly missing you before it went crashing against the wall next to the door and shattering.

You whimpered in fear as he began walking back over to you.

Kneeling down so that he was eye-level with you, much like he'd done at your first meeting in the salon, he glared at you with eyes colder than Antarctica.

"How's that degree working for you now, Y/n? You're nothing more than a stupid slut willing to open her legs for the first man that showed her any shred of attention. You're pathetic, and I can't stand the fucking sight of you." He said lowly, the baritone of his voice rumbling in your ears.

You buried your head in your hands, the tears flowing freely down your firearms as you tried to shield yourself from him, from his rage. His hatred.

It wasn't like Touya had never yelled at you before or threw fits when he was high, but this was the first time in five years that he'd ever put his hands on you.

And it would be the last.

"That's it, Touya! I've had enough! You're impossible and I'm finished dealing with you and your issues. I'm leaving for good this time."

Touya laughed at you again. He just kept laughing for a long time.

"That's really funny. Have fun trying to leave me with no money and nowhere to go. You'll be back. You always come back, Y/n, because you can't survive without me."

Your tear-soaked face curled up in disgust; you couldn't believe what this man was saying to you right now.

"Since you're so adamant on leaving though, you can go ahead and get the fuck out."

"Pardon?"

He stood to full height again.

"Did I stutter? Get the fuck out of my house, right now, Y/n."

"No! We're married, which makes this my house, too! You can't just put me out!"

He must have thought that you still weren't getting enough oxygen to your brain, because Touya grabbed you by the arms and hoisted you up.

You kicked, screamed, and clawed at him all the way, almost causing him to drop you a few times, but finally he made it to the large ornate doors leading to the outside of the estate.

"NO! TOUYA, NO! NO!"

—-

They call me Superman

Leap tall hoes in a single bound

I'm single now

Got no ring on this finger now

I'll never let another chick bring me down

In a relationship? Save it, bitch

Babysit? You make me sick

Superman ain't saving shit

Girl, you can jump on Shady's dick

—-

Thank goodness Takuya was at school and not here to witness the scene of his father throwing his mother out of her own house.

"I hate you, Touya! You hear me?! I HATE YOU! You won't get away with this!"

Was the last thing the snow-haired man heard before he slammed the door in your face. You heard all of the locks and the deadbolt click.

With fury, you kicked at the closed door with all your might.

You were kicked out now, with nothing. Not your purse, wallet, clothes, phone, or anything. Only your Apple watch on your wrist, which you guessed might be a bit of help.

Looking down at it, you noticed that it was charged to 75%, which was good. You'd have time to get to a charger.

With an indignant huff, you rushed down the many stairs leading from the house and into the driveway where your car was parked.

It would be a dumb idea to get in and try to drive it, because Touya more likely than not had a tracker installed into it. However, you had an idea.

—-

Don't put out, I'll put you out

Won't get out, I'll push you out

Puss blew out, popping shit

Wouldn't piss on fire to put you out

—-

See, though you had been quite gullible the past five years, believing that your sham of a marriage was pure and true, and that your bastard of a husband was your Prince Charming, you were still a college-educated woman and had plenty of good sense to use.

When Touya started getting high every other day, you began stealing his money and putting it away when he wasn't looking.

Small amounts here and there that you passed off with simple excuses that Touya found to be believable. No way his dumb little housewife would ever think to steal from him.

How wrong he was.

You had accumulated a good amount over the last three years, but when you first tried to leave Touya, he became suspicious of you, thus limiting your access to the money by taking your name off the accounts and giving you a weekly allowance.

How stupid of him.

You took a portion of that money and stored it away every month, in case you ever needed it. In case you finally got the courage to leave Touya and never look back.

The day had finally come.

Pulling up to your sister-in-law's house, you waited for her to come to the door. Looking down at your Gucci slides, you felt embarrassed about the situation that had just occurred.

"Y/n! What are you doing here? What's happened?"

With the look on your face, she immediately knew that something terrible had happened and that her elder brother was more than likely the cause of it.

She moved aside so you could come inside. You sat on her couch and put your hands in your lap.

After swallowing down the lump in your throat, you began to speak.

"Touya…he, um, he locked me out of the house."

"HE WHAT?!"

You had to cover your ears slightly from the sheer volume of her exasperated voice.

"Yeah. We got into an argument and he tossed me out onto my ass like Jazz from The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air."

Fuyumi didn't laugh at your joke; instead, she gave you a look of sympathy.

"Y/n…I'm sorry you had to go through that…" Her voice began to crack and you gave her a questioning gaze.

"Was he…?" She couldn't even finish the question.

You immediately understood and nodded.

"Yes. He was high."

"And where was Takuya?"

"He's at school."

A sigh of relief from the white-haired woman. "Thank the heavens."

Fuyumi moved from her spot on the opposite couch to come over and give you a tight hug. You sank into her warm embrace and hugged her back, more tears bubbling up as feelings of shame, stupidity, and anger came to the surface.

"It's okay, Y/n. It's all going to be okay. I feel like this is my fault. I should have tried harder to get you to leave Touya. I should have-"

You stopped her from talking by pulling away from the hug and giving her a small glare.

"Don't you dare try to blame yourself for his actions. He's a grown ass man, yet he acts like a child. Don't worry, Fuyumi. This time I'm done with him for good. It's time for me to move along in my life with my child and leave Touya's miserable ass behind. I tried everything to help him and all he did was treat me like shit for five years."

Fuyumi was a bit stunned to hear you speak with so much initiative, but she nodded, nonetheless.

"If you need anything, anything at all, don't hesitate to call me or Natsu. We want what's best for you and Takuya. Always."

—-

After talking with Fuyumi for a little while longer, she ended up calling Natsuo over, who works as a mechanic.

With a little trial and error, he managed to remove the tracker from your car. Touya had hidden it meticulously, but he was no match for Natsuo's years of experience with machinery.

You finally bid your brother-in-law and sister-in-law goodbye so you could go and speak to your lawyer before picking up Takuya from school.

—-

I can't get to work on time

Can't believe the words to him I just said

Who the hell argue and fight

Like dogs at six in the morning?

I know it's gonna be some more shit tonight (oooh)

Our pastor's calling, telling me I done went too far,

And I'm sitting round town and my friends can't recognize me

Cause I took a chance on love

It's like, I'm dying (ooo dying)

For you, I gave my heart

And turned my back against the world

Because I was your girl, girl, girl

I done damn near lost my mama

I done been through so much drama

I done turned into the woman I never thought I'd be

I'm ready to sign them papers, papers

—-

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Todoroki, but the prenup that you signed is very much valid. According to this, he really doesn't have to give you anything."

You blew out a frustrated breath. How could you have been such a fool? If Touya wanted to call the wedding off because you wouldn't sign, you should have just let him.

It would have saved you a world of heartache and headache, that's for sure.

"So, there's absolutely nothing that I can do?" You asked the well-dressed man in front of you.

You fiddled with the rose gold, 5-carat diamond aquamarine pear-shaped ring set on your left ring finger.

“What about our son? Did he say anything about providing for him?”

The brunette man pushed his glasses from the bridge of his nose up to his eyes.

“Despite his trying to implement a clause in which he wouldn’t have to pay child support since the child was conceived outside of the marriage, as the child’s biological father he’s still legally responsible for providing for Takuya. Though he could contest his paternity and ask for a DNA test.” He set the paper on the desk and looked at you.

“That slimy bastard…he did everything in his power to make sure that I’d never try to leave him. He’s sick….”

“Again, I’m very sorry, Mrs. Todoroki. I wish that there was more that I could tell you.”

“I just can’t believe this…Touya had all of this planned from the very start. He came to me in a moment where he knew I couldn’t refuse him. He knew that I needed to lean on him at that time and he took advantage of me.”

“What do you mean by 'took advantage of you'?” The man in front of you sat up straighter in his chair, slightly leaning his body towards you.

“Well, I never expected that Touya would ask me to sign a prenup. He never made it a priority to discuss how we’d do finances; he just always said that he’d take care of me. Which is why it was such a shock that he made me sign the prenup minutes before I was about to walk down the aisle to marry him.”

“He asked you to sign a prenup minutes before your wedding? He coerced you and didn’t even give you time to seek your own legal consultation. I’m glad you told me this, Mrs. Todoroki; this changes everything.”

Could this be it? Could this finally be your way out of this marriage?

“And that’s not all! I was pregnant with Takuya at the time and my hormones were all over the place. My aunt…she’d been very sick as well, and it was just an overall bad time for me. I w-wasn’t thinking straight…I-I just…I just wanted someone to be there for me. I didn’t want Touya to call off the wedding.”

You cursed yourself for crying over this again, but speaking about it out in the open really made you realize how badly Touya had manipulated you. From the very beginning of the relationship he tried to break you down and make you weak for him, and you let him. Your lawyer handed you some tissue from the box on the desk.

No more weakness. No more vulnerability. It was time to be strong; you had a child to raise and he needed his mother.

It was time to fight for what was rightfully owed to both of you.

“Coercion and signature under duress; oh, he’s done for. I’ll make some calls to get this in front of the judge as soon as possible. Don’t worry, Mrs. Todoroki, I’ll handle everything from here.”

—-

You left the law office with a massive weight lifted off of your heart.

Takuya's private school was only a few minutes away if you took the interstate, so, after picking him up, you'd probably just go back to Fuyumi's house for the night.

"God, I hate this bend in the road, it makes me feel like I'm going to fall off into a ditch." You grimaced while holding the steering wheel carefully.

When you were almost around the corner, a black SUV flew past you at top speed and caused your car to lose control and spin in circles several times before crashing into oncoming traffic.

—-

You had to have blacked out from the impact - were you dead?

No, your hearing was still intact. You could hear something in the distance: footsteps.

Your head was bent at an odd angle and you could feel the blood dripping down your forehead.

"Well, would you look at my little broken doll, all bent out of shape. It's a miracle you aren't dead, huh? That was a nasty accident you had."

With you not being able to turn your neck to the sound of his voice, Touya had to step into your line of sight. He looked down into your eyes, his own turquoise ones shining with mirth. They seemed darker, more sinister.

Then it dawned on you.

This wasn't Touya.

It was Dabi.

"W-w-what's wrong…with you…? You're…. you're insane…"

That was the final thing you said before slipping into unconsciousness.

—-

Dabi just watched your unmoving form with an evil grin plastered across his face. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one.

With his free hand, he reached out to stroke your face while his eyes glowed.

"I know you want, me baby. I think I want you, too. I'm here to save you, girl. Come be in Shady's world. I wanna grow together, let's let our love unfurl. You know you want me, baby. You know I want you, too. They call me Superman, I'm here to rescue you."

With a flick of his wrist, he threw the cigarette down and the entire car caught on fire.

—-

You want what you can't have

Ooo, girl, that's too damn bad

Don't touch what you can't grab

End up with two back hands

Girl you just blew your chance

Don't mean to ruin your plans

—-

911, what's your emergency?

"Yes, my wife has been in a terrible car accident! Her car caught on fire and she was trapped inside. I-I pulled her out, but she's unconscious and I think her neck might be broken!

Okay sir, I'm going to need you to get her to a safe location and wait for help to arrive. Avoid moving her anymore and try to keep her neck supported.

"O-okay."

—-

Three Months Later

You ended up with three severed vertebrae in your neck. The doctors still don't know how you didn't end up paralyzed or dead, but at this point it must have just been a miracle from God.

Touya brought you to the hospital under the guise of the distraught husband and no one seemed to suspect anything.

Except for Natsuo, Fuyumi, and your lawyers.

Your family was just grateful that you were alive and didn't think to question how the accident may have occurred, though Touya didn't get away completely scot-free.

Your lawyer was the number one accusatory figure when your divorce case went to court. He argued that Touya had been following you, tracking your phone, and was angry that you were finally filing for divorce from him.

That you were going to actually leave him this time.

Touya had an amazing defense lawyer that continued to play him up as the distraught husband; Touya knew what he was doing when he decided to stay at the scene of the accident and "help" you. Your other lawyers and Touya's went toe to toe in the courtroom for days.

—

Caroline, Caroline

See Caroline, all the guys would say

She's mighty fine, mighty fine

But mighty fine only got you somewhere half the time

And the other half either got you

Cussed out or coming up short

—-

The jury was at a deadlock.

It wasn't an easy fight. More days in the courtroom with you sitting there in a neck brace, your body bandaged beneath your clothes from the burns you sustained in the fire.

A miracle that you were even alive.

Finally, after two weeks of court, Touya was convicted of attempted murder.

His defense lawyer tried to go for an insanity plea which was supported by him staying at the accident scene and bringing you to the hospital afterwards.

The prosecutor argued that Touya, though aware of his mental illness, never sought the proper help and continued to mentally and emotionally torture and abuse his wife.

These claims were supported by Natsuo and Fuyumi, who both agreed to testify on your behalf since you couldn't speak up for yourself due to spousal privilege.

More deliberation, more waiting.

At last, there was a breakthrough.

The insanity plea fell through and Touya finally decided to just plead guilty.

—-

Regardless, we don't want to get involved with all them lawyers

And judges, just to hold grudges in the courtroom

I wanna see your support bra, not support you

—-

He was called to the witness stand, where he told all the grueling, gritty details of the past five years of your marriage. As much as he didn't want to let you go, he just couldn't bring himself to drag this battle out any farther. After hearing his testimony, the jury found him guilty and he was sentenced to fifteen years to life in prison.

So now, here you are, sitting in front of the man that you once loved with all of your heart.

Dressed in an orange jumpsuit, wrists and ankles shackled, Touya regarded you with a downtrodden expression.

"Y/n… I'm sorry for everything that I put you through. I just want you to know one thing: I'll always love you and my son."

With a dry chuckle, you shook your head.

"I don't think you know the meaning of the word love, Touya."

You pushed the divorce papers with your wedding rings situated on top of them towards him and nodded up at the guard standing behind him.

The elder man unlocked Touya's wrist cuffs so the inmate could sign his name where required. He didn't even read over it.

The shackles went back on immediately, and, with one last look, the guard escorted Touya out of the room and back to his cell.

—-

The sunshine was bright on your face as you walked out of the prison. A funny thought crossed your mind and caused you to giggle out loud.

For years, you'd felt like a prisoner under Touya's watchful gaze.

Oh how the tables have turned.

—-

I know you like to think your shit don't stank

But lean a little bit closer, see

Roses really smell like booo-booo-ooo

Yeah, roses really smell like booo-booo-ooo

—

a/n: i feel like i was starting to drag this out, so I just had to hurry up and end it 💀 i still think it came out pretty good though! i had to do a lot of research for the legal part and i still don't think it's all correct, but oh well! i ain't no damn lawyer/judge!😂

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staybabblingbaby · 9 months ago

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SKZ x Coordi (Han Part) a1 d4

[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]

Concept: Reader is a successful makeup artist with a notorious and prolific career and no self awareness. Reader joins JYP as a part of Stray Kids' team and encounters their hazing ritual for new coordis: flirting.

Word Count: 2,190 Notes: Needs Editing for clarity, but I'm otherwise very happy w this part :D Found the pronouns btw! Warnings: None that I know of? Reader has weird self esteem but it's not bad? Reader referred to with She/Her pronouns

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That leads you to now, about to come face to face with the group you’ve been assigned for the foreseeable future. You’re very excited, actually, because you’ve been a fan of Stray Kids’ music for a long time. Well, long for you, anyways. You had a tendency to flit between genres and bands as your whims directed and rarely stuck with one band or sound for more than a few months at a time.

Something about Stray Kids’ music just spoke to you, though. If you were having trouble getting motivated or inspired, playing with new techniques with Stray Kids’ discography in the background cured you. You think their music hijacks your brain somehow, honestly. You were excited to work your magic on the people who inspired that magic. Maybe you get some sort of creative feedback loop going and never fall into a slump again. That’d sure be something!

You’re just idling in the dressing room, lanyard with your temporary title of ‘Junior Stylist’ on proud display around your neck. You’ll receive the title you were hired for, ‘Senior Stylist’, when your probationary period was over in 3 months time. Coincidentally, around the time the group was starting the tour you were contracted for. Funny, that.

You’re on location hours before you should see hide nor hair of the artists. You usually are, lending a hand for whatever production is one of the fun parts of your job, honestly, but today it’s just because you need to meet your supervising stylist and other coworkers before the shoot was to begin. You’re not 100% sure what’s happening today, but you know it’s a photoshoot and you know the style of makeup being asked of you. Quite frankly it’s not your job to know much more than that yet.

Soon enough a few other stylists start trickling in, introducing themselves one by one. Some tell you which member they’re assigned to, some only tell you their names, and you make sure each one knows you’re excited to work with them. You’re not quite sure how it happens, but by the time your supervising stylist shows up some minutes later (exactly on time, you note), you’re already fluttering between the stations being set up and carting this, that, and the other, between them while you chat with the other girls. They’re all very nice, you find, and eager to catch you up to speed on how things are run around here.

Your supervising stylist introduces herself as Lee Ji-Won, tells you the two of you would be working with Felix today, and shuffles you over to the appropriate counter to start setting up. You find the space a bit crowded with your addition, but luckily you’re soon directed into action and busy with work away from your new home base.

You find Ji-Won to be a no-nonsense type with a sharp sense of humor and a stern countenance, and a reasonable and pleasant person to work with. You also find out that she’s the head stylist for your team, not just the stylist supervising you. You’re very glad you find this out before you managed to call her supervisor to her face.

Really, you quite enjoy working with Ji-Won already. You almost wish you’d done your apprenticeship under her instead of the giant weirdo you’d landed yourself with in Hollywood. [Your mentor had been a nice guy, affable and wise, but he’d been odd, to put it kindly. Unfortunately for you, you’re fairly certain you wouldn’t have gotten a better education anywhere else. Your fellow Apprentice at the time had wanted to be just like your mentor, and you prayed for the sanity of whatever clients he scrounged up these days.]

Before too long everything is set up and you’re bestowed with praise for helping everything go so smoothly. You put it down to experience and a lot less fumbling than your average apprentice or even an actual junior artist. Nobody argues with you, and soon you’re tailing after Ji-Won to go help the clothing stylists get ready with a few of the other girls.

By the time you’re done with that and heading back to hair and makeup, Stray Kids is on set and the already buzzing set is swarming with activity. You once again admire Ji-Won’s impeccable timing as your group settles in just before the boys are ushered in and immediately beeline for their chairs. You assume they have a usual team and just head for the most familiar stylists, but you can’t be sure.

One thing is for sure, the eight of them are loud. Not in any one way, but as soon as they’d entered the room it was like a cacophony of jokes and laughter and sound had followed them. They seem to brighten up the dressing room with their mere presence and you smile to have seen it. You’ve definitely done makeup in more somber places.

Felix settles into his station with a questioning glance in your direction and Ji-Won sets to work even as she introduces you.

“Yongbok-ah, meet our newest make-up artist,” She introduces you, and you note the familiar address. It’s a good sign that Felix is probably very nice, for someone like Ji-Won to call him so comfortably.

“She’s new to us, but she’s well respected in the industry, so you boys be nice, alright?” You blush and duck your head at the praise, missing the absolutely bug-eyed look Felix shoots you and Ji-Won. Ji-Won catches it, though, and simply glares back at him.

“I’m really not all that, Ji-Won-ssi” you murmur, embarrassed. You rally yourself quickly and give Felix a sheepish smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Felix-ssi. I look forward to working with you.” You finish with a small bow. Felix grins back at you, echoing the greeting, but you’re put to work before much more conversation can take place.

At some point you’re sent from the room to fetch everyone a round of water bottles and other beverages. By the time you come back you can tell something has changed. Bangchan and Lee Know both give you a considering look, and Seungmin on the other side of the room looks downright impressed with you. You’re not sure what you’ve done, but you simply go about distributing the drinks, greeting and being introduced to each Stray Kid in turn as you make your rounds.

Ji-Won is about halfway done with Felix’s look when you return to her side, a hair-stylist eonni going at his head in tandem with her. She doesn’t have anything else for you to do at the moment, so you let yourself idle, examining Ji-Won’s products and handing them to her as needed, studying her techniques. You see her hands shake every now and then, and wonder if she’s eaten enough today.

Felix takes the opportunity to distract you, and you don’t notice Ji-Won’s sigh of relief as your eyes slide off of her.

“So what were you doing before this?” Felix inquires, “Ji-Won doesn’t give out praise so freely, you know.” He teases both you and Ji-Won in one fell swoop. You wonder if it’s the consequence of living with essentially seven brothers for years that one becomes good at teasing multiple targets. You settle for answering the question while ignoring the praise as Ji-Won sends him an intimidating look.

“I did a bit of everything,” You answer truthfully, “I was doing SFX makeup for an indie film that comes out soon right before this, and I was offered for London Fashion Week, but I decided on this instead.” Felix gives you a wide-eyed look before Ji-Won taps his forehead to make him relax his face again.

“Why’d you pick this,” He gestures to the room at large, “Over fashion week?” He questions incredulously. You shrug indifferently at him but answer when you notice Ji-Won giving you a curious look too.

“This seemed more fun,” You answer honestly. Even Ji-Won pauses completely to look at you funny this time, so you elaborate, “What I mean is, I’ve done fashion weeks before. I’ve even done London Fashion Week specifically before. In my opinion, if you’ve been to one you’ve been to them all.” You shrug again, “I’m not really interested in European faces right now, or high-fashion makeup. I know a lot less about Asian faces and the Korean styles of stage makeup.” You explain.

Ji-Won seems to understand you a bit at this point, but Felix still looks a bit lost, so you pivot to the more practical side of things. “Besides, this is a longer and more stable job for me.” You lean onto the counter behind you with your elbows and cross your legs as you continue. You find yourself idly counting Felix’s freckles as they disappear under layers of foundation and color while you speak.

“I’ve been independent for a long time, so the question of a year-long contract at lower pay and a shorter contract at higher pay was a no-brainer for me. It’s easier to live when you know where your next paycheck is coming from.” You can tell by the look on his face that he still doesn't find his daily life more interesting than London Fashion Week, but you just offer him an amused smile. He seems to accept it, Ji-Won finishing with one of his eyes as the conversation closes out.

She turns to you now, palette in hand. “You’re known for mimicking styles pretty well, right?” She questions. At your nod, she hands you the palette and gestures to Felix’s other eye. “Why don’t you do his other eye? We’ll be able to judge your capabilities a bit better if you’re actually doing makeup instead of running all over the place.”

You smile as you move to do as you’re told, jokingly complaining, “It feels like I’m an apprentice all over again!” as you do. Felix meets your eyes almost daringly as you approach and you offer him a small smile in return. The smile fades as you gently turn his head to properly study Ji-Won’s work. You memorize what you can and mentally flip it onto the other eye and get to work.

What you don’t see as you concentrate is some of the other artists pausing what they’re doing to watch you work, Ji-Won in particular scrutinizing every movement of your hand. The Stray Kids who’s artist could afford to pause their work also look over, curious. The fascination only lasts a moment though. They all have work to be doing right now.

A single eye doesn’t take you very long, and soon you’re leaning back to do a final study of your result with a satisfied smile. You were asked to imitate so you’d done as perfect a recreation as you could manage with a different eye. Looking over at Ji-Won for approval you’re met with a satisfied nod.

It doesn’t take Ji-Won much longer to finish up with Felix’s face and you’re left only a moment to admire the look before a manager comes in to corral everyone to their places for the shoot. Ji-Won's preternatural timing deserves to be admired.

Unfortunately for you you don’t get to do much makeup after that, being regulated to doing just about every menial task under the sun. It’s part of being the most junior person on staff, you know, but it’s still terribly boring.

You do get a bit of entertainment in the form of what is, according to one of your sunbaes, a traditional hazing of new SKZ coordis. You’d been following around Han’s dedicated coordi and were helping her fan him and pat the sweat off of his face when he tuned in enough to realize he didn’t recognize you.

It was kind of funny how you could almost read the thoughts off his face as his intrusive thoughts got the better of him. First the eyes on your face trying to place you. Then darting to your lanyard when he doesn’t. Registering the words ‘Junior Stylist’. The split second hesitation as his inhibitions war with his impulsiveness. Then he catches your eyes. Hesitates a moment more. Then winks and blows you a kiss.

The smirk he’d ended his little flirt with widens into a goofy grin as you simply blink in response and the other coordi starts giggling madly. Once you figure out it’s some sort of joke, you remember your sunbae’s warning about their ‘playfulness’ from the other day. You think you finally figured out what she meant.

After all the pieces click together for you, you let your eyes roll almost fondly. You always did enjoy clients who weren’t afraid to joke with you much more than the stuffy over-formal ones. You blow a kiss right back, but with no winking of your own, and get back to patting sweat off of his face. You note the red tinge to the very tips of his ears victoriously. Coordis - 1 SKZ - 0. As it should be.

The shoot ends with no further excitement, and you make your way home feeling over all very positive about your new job.

#Baby Writes #Coordi AU #skz fanfic #skz fic #Stray kids fanfic #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #w.i.p fic #w.i.p

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doctorglasgowart · 10 days ago

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Do you have names for any of the new parents?

I do. I'll give you a rundown of what each of them do as well.

Cricket's dad is named Johannes, and is one of the main investigative journalists at the Key Manati Horn, the island's newspaper. He expects a lot of Cricket because he sees how dutiful and intelligent his son is. He likes to collect rare first-edition classic novels.

Cricket's mom is named Emily, and is the meteorologist for KMTV, the island's news station. Her peppy demeanor has endeared her to the island's population. She enjoys crocheting.

Bee's dad is named Arturo, and he's the only honest car mechanic in all of Key Manati, which gets him more than enough business to make up for not screwing people over. He's the picture of "loving what you do and you'll never work a day in your life", as he loves to fuck around with cars.

Bee's mom is named Carmen, and she's a stylist. She's pretty insightful and chatty, so getting your hair or nails done by her is practically getting a free therapy session as well. She likes going out dancing with her husband and trashy telenovelas.

Bee's grandma is named Maria. She was a nurse for decades, but is retired now. Her husband died a while ago, but she still wears her wedding ring and isn't looking for anyone new I'm afraid. Her main hobby used to be quilting, but Bee got her into video games and now she's become the scourge of the online shooter scene.

Vanitas' dad is named Mortis. He's Cronus' #1 thug, his go-to guy for anything and everything. If Cronus needs something done, Mortis will do it efficiently and discretely. In his spare time, he likes to see how long he can hold a lighter to his hand before he flinches. There's something fucking wrong with him. He also likes to bake.

Vanitas' mom is named Maya. She's a stay-at-home mom. She and Mortis have a complicated relationship. They drive each other nuts in all the good and bad ways. They've been separated, they've gotten back together, they just don't seem to work together or apart. They're probably better off together so nobody else has to deal with either of them. Maya likes shopping and going to the firing range.

Orion's dad is named Imhotep. That may or may not be his birth name, he's cagey about it. He got an OEL manga deal with Tokyopop a long time ago and was one of the few to make it work. He's been updating it since then. It's a battle manga about the egyptian gods being real and giving people super powers in the sands of Neo-Cairo. He is why Orion is the way he is.

Orion's mom is named Jamila, and she's an OBGYN. She loves her husband and son very much, but wishes they were like, 5% quieter. She likes going running and playing tennis.

Brittany's dad is named Bernard, and he's a senior software engineer. Not even on anything exciting like a video game, he works on something that tracks the regional stability of milk distribution. He has a workshop in a shed in the back yard where he toddles about doing workworking projects and home improvements.

Brittany's mom is named Joyce, and she's a real estate agent. Straight-up, NGL, she's into bimbofication. Her husband isn't even particularly into that, she's doing it to herself for herself. Like, not to kinkshame or anything but geeze. She also really likes the beach and swimming, so when Key Manati first opened itself to immigration she was the one who led the charge for the family moving there.

Kavya's dad is named Viraj, and he's an ecologist. He's studying the impact that Queen Izzy's introduction of hyenas into Key Manati has had on the local fauna. So far it seems to be a positive, as they've culled the invasive deer population down to a manageable amount. He'd love to be able to study the fish-girls, but that's sketchy political territory, so the Key Manati government is treading lightly. He's got a whole room in the house dedicated to his model trains.

Kavya's mom is named Nisha, and is an astronomer at the Key Manati Aeronotical Society for Space EXploration. (do not abbreviate it) Specifically, she monitors radio signals and background radiation from deep space for anomalies, so she works in a totally different department from Noah. She likes the job quite a lot because she's a very quiet, introverted person, who doesn't like most people, and it allows her to be alone and quiet for long stretches of time. In her free time, she enjoys reading gothic horror and indie analog horror stations.

That was a big one! Hope I didn't talk your ear off!

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bamtorri · 7 days ago

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Unraveling You

── ⟡ ˙🪡 ̟ .

・ Synopsis. San has always been your crush. Since the day you two were placed into the same home room, in the second grade. You've hid behind a mask of friendship, but it's gotten harder to ignore your feelings when you both are in college now. San has toyed with your delicate heart as semesters fly by, he’s made it impossible to tell if he liked you back or just sees you as a good friend. All this just for him to not even ask you out, or let alone kiss you. The string that kept you two connected, unforeseeably broke when the both of you experience a gradual separation. Two years later, your heart does that weird, fast-paced beating thing you know all too well when your eyes land on a certain somebody at your job.

・ Pairing. san x reader (f).

・ Word Count. 14.2k (nah 💀)

・ Warnings. nsfw (18+) model!san, fashion stylist!reader, san is a major tease and flirt, fluff n angst, pet names (gorgeous, pretty girl, baby, love, angel face), lots of context, underaged drinking, arguing and tension, san's one-night stand is annoyinggg, making out, swearing (fuck, shit, asshole), switch!san, body worshipping, bondage, fingering, handjob, oral (f receiving), hair pulling, unprotected sex (don't ever do this please), good ending!! lmk if i missed anything

・ Note. OKAY haiii, i got the sudden urge to write after like, i dont know, 2-3 years. i’m fixated on fashion rn so i thought of the idea to make reader a fashion intern, and san as a model (like he isn’t already). super lengthy fic but i had a lotta fun writing it! this was supposed to be written for two of my close friends LOL, but im publishing it anyway. have fun reading (barely proofread, and rushed, sorry) 🫵

・ Disclaimer. This is a work of fiction, and the characters in this story are fictional and aren't intended to be representations of the Ateez members. ♡

Summer After Senior Year of High School

"Y/N," Wooyoung cleared his throat. The top of empty, deep green bottle of soju stops spinning in front of you, indicating it's your turn. All eyes were on you, but your eyes were fixated on the soju bottle that decided to pick you on that spin. You'd already been a victim to truth or dare twice that night. You found it unfair that it pointed in your direction a third time within the span of ten minutes.

Yet, who were you to argue? You and your close circle of friends graduated high school and planned to hang out at San's place a few nights after the ceremony. His parents were out of the house to go on a honeymoon trip. The house was practically San's and his feline friend Byeol's for the next few upcoming days. Therefore, you and your friend group settled on coming over to San's.

'Damn it, I've only done truth for the two times I've been picked.' Your inner voice played in your head, as if to taunt you. "Dare." The imaginary little devil on your shoulder grinned while the angel on your opposite shoulder frowned. A smirk plastered onto Wooyoung's face causing you to regret going with your head instead of your heart. "I dare you to have a staring contest with the person on your right." In a slow motion, you instinctively turn your head in the direction of the person on your right. San already had his head turned towards you, his adoring eyes looking back at yours as if the contest had already commenced.

"Loser takes a shot!" Jongho's voice reached your ears from the opposite side of the circle. Majority of the group had known about your feelings towards San for quite some time. No one knew if San was aware of it, it was anyone’s guess. Unfortunately for you, he never made the attempt to show that he liked you back in that way, which is why you still freak out around him.

San kept to himself after the start of senior year, a little after he broke up with his past girlfriend of nearly a year. You can't quite place a finger on the reason why, but everyone in the circle knew he didn't take it well by the way his demeanor had an immense shift. But thank goodness he warmed up to the circle again after a few months.

"Game on." San's lips curled into a smile that exposed his dimples. Gosh he's so freaking cute when he does that. "Three, two, one, go!" The boys chanted, you both locked eyes for what seemed like an eternity. His doll-like pupils watched you, like a child staring at a toy they yearn for on the shelf of a shop. An ego boost rushed over you, your confidence began to slowly work its way up. ‘Just focus—‘

You caught his pupils fix themselves onto your lips, just after he seemed to get lost in those starry eyes of yours. That caused you to falter and flutter your eyelashes before you were able come back to your senses. “I win.” He flashed a cocky grin. The members of the circle shouted in a synchronized manner “Drink! Drink! Drink!” While Yunho transferred the shot of soju over to your hands. A light sigh left your mouth before tilting your head upwards to the ceiling, and consuming the alcoholic drink. Your face scrunched up as a reaction to the alcoholic drink, being a light weight wasn’t helping your situation either. “Alright let her lay off on the drinks for now. She’ll end up snoozing on your living room carpet San.” Seonghwa joked, a tint of pink made a surprise appearance on your face. “Hwa!”

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“So I guess she did end up having to sleep here anyway.” Wooyoung let out a hysterical cackle, not wanting to miss out the chance to take photos of you on the couch in a dazed state. San played into the moment, chuckling at how you just stared back at Byeol with a plain expression. “I’ll see you Tuesday at the gym then, yeah?” Wooyoung took a hold of his car keys and gave them a small jingle. San escorted Wooyoung out the front door, the two of them exchanged an embrace. “For sure, thanks for staying to clean Woo.” San smiled to himself, closing the front door shut and being certain to lock it before he made his way over to you. He planted his feet right in front of you, Byeol had left the spot while Wooyoung was making his departure. “Gosh, what am I going to do with you?”

“Sleep…” you muttered, your head rested on the couch’s arm. You have a feeling that if you close your eyes for just a second longer, you’d be off to dream land. San’s living room spun like you were on a carousel. “You can sleep in my room, Y/N.” He effortlessly pulled you off the couch and onto the side of his body with one swift motion. “Lean on me.” Though you’re stuck in a trance, you do as he told and San supports your body by wrapping an arm around your waist, his free hand propped on top your shoulder. “There we go.” he took steady, gentle steps as if he were teaching a baby how to walk. He was careful with you, not wishing for you to lose your balance, or be in distress. “Thank you Sannie.” Those words merely slip out your lips. You sound so fatigued you probably could’ve passed out in his grip right then and there. “Yeah, you’re welcome, Y/N.”

San draped the covers over your delicate body, making sure that the covers went over your shoulders. You felt his hand brush past your cheek bone unintentionally. He got a hold of his phone that was resting on the night stand. San glanced at the time and his eyes widened at the sight, making him stash his phone into his pocket. “Crap, it’s so late, it’s past midnight.” He stood up abruptly, about to turn off the lamp illuminating his room, when his ears picked up a faint snore coming from his bed. You were so exhausted, you blacked out immediately after getting under San’s bedsheets. San couldn’t help but stop in his tracks to admire how blissfully you slept, considering you were the one who took the most shots during the games. His feet led him back over to the bed and he plopped himself down on the side of his mattress. Captivated by how you rested like a princess, more or less captured the beauty of one. “Night, angel face.” He whispered underneath his breath, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before he took his leave.

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Fall of Freshman Year of College

You’re own your own now.

The start of the semester wasn’t much of a difference to you from high school. Classes were going smoothly as intended, except the fact that you weren’t able to branch out to meet some new faces. Curse being an introvert. You moved out of your parents’ house and got your own apartment with the money you saved up from your high school job, it really payed off! You lived in one of the newest built apartment complexes, and was fortunate to get the place for less than it was listed. Your circle of friends remained in the same city as you for college, meaning you were still together, ever since 8th grade.

You’ve developed a closer connection to San over the past months. You two are practically best buddies, is what Wooyoung says. Well, you weren’t dating but you two exchanged acts of love towards each other, like how a couple would. Having sleep overs at each other’s apartments, going out together, and heck— even going as far as matching items such as your identical cat plushies.

It tampered with your emotions. You felt blinded, because you had no idea if he engaged in these acts because he wanted to take it to the next level, or if he just saw you as a very good friend. It itched you every conversation of your time with him to spill your feelings out every time you exchange words. You’ve pent up these emotions for all these years yet you’re still afraid of rejection. You feared the horror of losing your friendship that you two built together ever since you were introduced to his friend group by Wooyoung.

‘What if San never transferred from his previous elementary school? What if I never befriended Woo? Where would I be? Who would I be with—’

“Y/N!” San’s warm voice brought you back into reality. “Oh! I’m sorry. Yes San?” It took a few seconds to regain your focus back, and on the man sitting across from you in the packed coffee shop.

“Your latte is going to get cold, you should start drinking it.” He pointed out, reading your face like a book. “You zoned out again, silly.” You turned your head down to see the now, rather close to cold latte. You didn’t wait a moment longer to sip it, since San paid for the beverages. San’s eyes rested on your face as you proceeded to consume your drink, you hummed in puzzlement to his oblivious staring. “Ah, my bad for staring—” he stammered, clearing his throat and taking a sip of his decaf americano.

It made you giggle as you set your cup back onto the wooden table, San melted on the spot. It squeezed his heart, the way you laughed. He absolutely loves it, he’d act a little dumb sometimes if it earned him one of your laughs. “It’s just— that laugh,” he uttered, holding back a grin by biting his bottom lip. “It’s really cute.”

Your cheeks flushed a deep, rosy red. You couldn’t even hide the blush with your hands, the whole scene was overwhelming for you, and San only pushed things further. “Look at you.” San teased, only making your cheeks burn a brighter color, he enjoyed this.

“Y’know I really enjoyed this Y/N,” he took the last sip of his drink and continued. “I always look forward to our little meet ups. Especially to this one, before uh…what was it? Your internship?” You nodded in agreement to his guess. You were taking a fashion internship this year at the company just down the block from the campus. You’ve always been intrigued by fashion design, so you took this internship as an opportunity to express your interest for it.

You were the only individual in the building who was there for the internship, setting you apart from the population. You were asked to do certain tasks that consisted of cutting or sewing fabric, designing styles, arranging photoshoots with those who have one booked, and the list could go on longer. Yes, you were tired at the end of the day, coming home from a tiresome day and immediately flopping onto your own bed.

The one thing that was able to keep you awake was San. Your late night calls always kept you idle when you returned home, and his voice that made your heart race, you couldn’t get enough of it. Sometimes you’d have to ask him to repeat himself because you weren’t quite paying attention to his rambles. Those times when San didn’t ring your phone up, you occupied yourself with the workload you are assigned from your college classes.

“I look forward to our meet ups too San!” You beamed, as if the latte had given you the pump of energy you needed for the day. “Oh and,” you spoke while playing with the sleeve of your deep red cardigan. “I was wondering if you would like to be my model for the piece that I designed? You could drop by after my internship.” You had no clue how you mustered up the courage to ask, but you needed someone for your project and San was the first person that came to your mind. “Oh?” He raised a brow at your offer, considering it. “I’d be more than happy to, Y/N.” That’s all you needed to hear.

A look of pure excitement crossed your face and before you knew it, it was time to end the meet up. “I’d better leave soon, my internship starts in a little.” You swallow the last sips of your cozy brew, you both shared soft, heartfelt smiles. “No problem, I’ll drive you there, you can’t say no to that.” He rose from his seat, taking his drink and your drink in his possession. You cheerfully hit at his shoulder, eliciting a tiny laugh from him. “Nope, no I can’t.”

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You’ve got time to yourself before San arrives at your place. So with that time, you double check, even triple check to see if the suit you crafted was ready. You didn’t want to disappoint him, he was always honest and straightforward with you about anything. The suit was intended to capture the theme of elegance, and you worked your butt off to perfect your work.

The presentation would happen in a week from today, you also had to come up with some sort of script to follow. San went as far as to freeing up his schedule up on that day to attend your presentation as the model. Of course, he didn’t have to do all of that since you could’ve borrowed a mannequin, but he insisted. A vibration from your phone in your back pocket caught your main attention. You reached for your phone in your pocket, and open a text from San that was waiting in your notifications bar.

Today 7:22 PM

< i just parked, i’m heading up ]

“He’s here already?!” You spouted out, hurrying to your bathroom to check if you looked presentable. Your hair was a mess, it was the consequence of taking a power nap straight after your internship. Quickly, you set your phone down on the bathroom counter and took out your hairbrush from the top right drawer and fixed your bird’s nest. You took a moment to find your chapstick and give your lips a quick coat. It wasn’t until you felt the familiar texture and scent of your lip tint, that you realized you had applied it. You took a step back from your mirror, staring at your now, deep rosy, glossy lips.

‘Why did I just apply lip tint?! What’s gotten into me? Get it together—’

Ding dong.

You scrambled to tidy up the bathroom counter, placing everything that was brought out back into their drawers. In a rush, you stuffed your phone back into your back pocket and flicked off the bathroom light. Upon opening your apartment door, you were greeted by San, who seemed to have been holding a dainty box that promised a sweet surprise. “I’m sorry if I don’t look presentable, I mean you arrived here earlier than—”

“Hey gorgeous.”

For an instant, your heart forgot to beat. Gorgeous? That word alone made you fold. “Come on in,” you brushed it off, but his words played in your head like a catchy tune. “You cranked up the heat a ton, it’s like a beach in here.” San hung his coat onto a vacant hook on your rack mounted on the wall, then closed your apartment door shut. He was wearing a thick, white sweater underneath, with a pair of washed out black wide leg jeans, with a slim black leather belt to complete his look.

San set the tiny box on your kitchen’s island. “I gotcha some cookies on the way here, you said you were craving some the other day, right?” He remembers even the littlest of things. Which you often forgot, but to him, your little details mattered as if he needed them for exams. “Oh— yes! Thank you San, you really didn’t have to.” You gushed, making your way to your bedroom to fetch your creation.

“But I wanted to.” Again, his words made your heart do flips, making you pause for a slight second before continuing to your bedroom. This got a giggle out of him.

You came back into the space with the suit, laying it against your sofa. Along with the clothing item, you set down a bundle of pins and a measuring tape used for bodies on the coffee table if you needed to make adjustments to the suit to fit San’s figure. “Alright, you’ll be trying on this one.” San walked over to your living room, and stopped himself right beside you to have a closer look at your work of art. “You really outdid yourself here Y/N.” He was intrigued, crossing his arms and taking his time to look at the suit. Fireworks went off in your head, you felt proud of yourself, you impressed him.

It’s obvious on the look of your face that you’re so excited that you finally get to showcase your idea to those at the company. With San as your model as well, it was picture perfect to you. “Alrighty, I need your measurements first San.”

“So, this has to come off?” San tugged at his sweater, a flirtatious smile teased its way across his face. You froze up, his words changing the fireworks that were booming in your head to alarms. He was right, the measurements had to be accurate so he’d have to take off his top. With permission, you gave him a small nod and that was his cue. San’s sweater was off in a blink of an eye and thrown onto your wing chair.

His ripped upper body was now exposed to you, and the sight in front of you had your face burn up to look identical to a tomato. His honey skin, his bicep that flexed when he reached up to fix his hair, his tiny waist and his chiseled abs. It was all in front of you, and you couldn’t help but admire his upper body’s physique. The only time you’ve seen San’s upper body was the one time your friend group went out for a beach day. You didn’t want to make it obvious that you were staring, and staring HARD, so you avoided contact with San at all costs that day. However, today gave you a reason for your eyes to take in the sight, it felt unreal.

“Starstruck, much?” San bantered, waving his hand directly in front of your face. His gesture sent you into panic, making your eyes dart away. “I’m sorry— I was just caught off guard that’s all!” You swatted his hand away, trying to brush the incident off with an awkward laugh. With the measuring tape in your hands, you could now start on your first task.

Carefully, you lifted the measuring tape up to his broad shoulders. You could feel his eyes on you, watching your every movement while you obtained his measurements. His sharp gaze pierced through your heart that raced faster by the second. “Sixty two centimeters?!” You gasped at the observation, meeting his gaze. Then, you reached for your phone in your back pocket to note the measurement in your notes app, San snickered at your reaction. “Shocking, huh?”

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You documented the last of the measurements you required. His shoulder to waist ratio had your mind blown, he was fit to be a model if he really wanted to pursue in that path. You took the suit coat in your hands, and met his eyes with a warm smile. “You can try this on now.”

Guiding him into your finished piece, you and San’s hands met at the button of the suit. San’s warm hand gently laid on top of yours, he didn’t intend to move his hand away. “I got it.” He properly pushed the button through the hole, successfully closing the suit. Your hands naturally fell back to the sides of your body.

It fit San like a glove, it was as if it was tailored for him. The suit hugged his figure flawlessly, no adjustments were necessary. “It’s perfect.” You spoke with sincerity, your eyes drinking in the view. It felt like having a prince in your space, you were mesmerized by the way the suit seemed to bring out the best of him.

“It’s almost as if it was made for me alone.” San checked himself out in your living room mirror. A hand running through his hair as he admired himself. “It’s beautiful, seriously.” A small chuckle left his lips, turning his body to your direction.

“Have you ever thought about becoming a model San?” You let roll off your tongue without a second thought.

“That’s a pretty big difference from what I’m studying right now.” A grin crept up San’s face.

“Well yes, I mean— you have the perfect physique and your proportions are just—” Realizing what was coming out of your mouth, you stopped in the middle of your sentence.

“You really think so?” San approached you slowly, undoing the button of the suit and sliding it off his shoulders, then bundled up into his arms. “You’ll need this back.”

“Yeah..” Struggling to find your next words, you took hold of the suit. San covered himself up with his white sweater that had been on your wing chair for the past hour. Part of you was relieved that he was taking his leave, giving you the time to collect yourself after the series of events that happened today. The other part of you yearned for San to stay, to be in your presence and to spend quality time with him. You were always met with these choices when you spent time with San, but you’d never ask him for more of his time. It felt a bit selfish, but you knew deep down he wouldn’t mind it at all.

“Thank you San, seriously.” You spoke, your words softened. The corner of San’s lips curled into a smile, showing off his dimples.

“You’ve done so much for me, I don’t know how I’ll be able to repay you.”

“Oh Y/N.” San gushed, coming up to you to wrap you in a comforting hug. You reciprocated the embrace, feeling your body relax into his. “San, you always give the best hugs.” You communicated with tenderness, feeling warmth engulf your body. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll let you keep the suit after the presentation. I won’t need it anymore after that.”

“Really? Y/N you don’t have to—”

“But I want to.” You mimicked San’s words that he said to you earlier. It brought heartfelt smiles onto the both of your faces, enjoying the last few seconds of the embrace before San disconnected himself from you.

“And how about this,” San cleared his throat, stuffing both his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He leaned in closer to you, sending you into a nervous wreck. “Promise me that you’ll talk to me if you need anything.”

“Of course. I promise.” You nodded your head to his silly promise, sticking your pinky out to him like a child. “Same goes for you Sannie, pinkie promise?”

San rolled his eyes, locking his pinky with yours. With your affectionate gazes meeting, your smiles mirrored each other’s understanding of the commitment.

“Pinky promise.”

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Winter of Sophmore Year of College

Today was the day you were going to confess to San.

You felt it in your gut. Before meeting up with San, Wooyoung called you over the phone and said he wasn't going to hang up until you promised you weren't going to chicken out. Knowing how stubborn Wooyoung can get, you didn't want to bicker with him and end up being late to your hang out with San.

It was then that you realized Wooyoung quite literally pushed you into wanting to expose your true feelings. He urged you to get rid of the burden that's been with you since the day you met San, that burden grew with you as you aged up. The feelings that clinged onto you all these years made it impossible to pretend they didn't exist. The fact that you and San developed a close relationship since college made you love him harder So, what other times would there be than to do it now?

By taking the internship a second year, you were involved with more projects requiring more time with San as your model. He strived to please you. Taking your words into consideration from the first time you used him as a model, he wanted to be your model for as long as you kept being a fashion intern. He was loyal and dedicated to the work just as much as you were. Buying you the necessary fabrics you needed, his mother gifted you a sewing machine for your birthday so you wouldn't have to use the company's, and he would make an effort to call you when he couldn't come over to your place.

The gestures he made were undeniably sweet, but the question in your head still haunted you: was all of this because he wanted something more with you or just a friendly overture? Today would be the day you finally took the risk to know.

You and San arrived at your apartment complex after you spent the day ice skating. San was a natural at the activity while on the contrary, you struggled to even stand on the ice. You were both exhausted from the hours you spent at the rink, feeling like you were going to collapse when the elevator doors opened to your floor.

It was a chilly night. You always appeared to be undressed for the winter, because you didn't want to ruin your outfits with accessories that completely downgraded it. San didn't want you catching a cold so he wrapped his scarf around you and lended you his warm jacket.

By the time you were both inside of your apartment, you both exhaled a big sigh of relief. "I'm not sure what's colder, the air outside or my bank account after paying this month's heating bill." You muffled through San's large scarf, taking it off along with his jacket and hanging them on your rack. You hurried over to your kitchen to fix two cups of hot chocolate for you and San.

"Winter is coming for both of our bank accounts." San added to your sarcasm, slipping off his fleece mittens then throwing them onto your kitchen counter. He watched as you plopped the kettle on your stove, and came towards your direction. "So when's your next project?"

"Not until next semester, why do you ask?" You take out two mugs out of one of your kitchen cabinets, and set them down.

"Mm, just curious." San hands you two hot chocolate packets from your pantry, then leans his weight against your kitchen's island. "I'll stick around for the hot chocolate, I've got assignments piling up."

"Yeah, I get it."

You were holding off on scaring San with the 'can we talk' phrase. You've known him for most of your life, you felt safe talking to him about anything. So why is it that you held back on telling him how you really felt about him? Perhaps it was the vulnerability that comes with opening up your heart, leaving it exposed to the possibility of getting hurt. But San? You swore he would never hurt you. The suspense was killing you, and the only way to be able to escape that suffocating feeling was to unmask yourself.

You teared open the packets of hot chocolate and emptied them into the mugs. The aroma of hot chocolate lingered in the air, mingling with the sound of pouring hot water as the mugs were filled to a fair capacity. You took both of the mugs in your hands and offered San one, to which he accepted. "Thank you for today, Y/N."

"No no, thank you San." You flashed him a tender smile then blew at the top of your mug to cool the drink. While San waited patiently for his drink to reach the perfect temperature, his gaze found its way over to you, and you felt your heart skip a beat. "Have you always been this pretty?"

The blowing came to a stop, your eyes locked onto his. You gave him a look of surprise mixed with pure confusion, as if seeking clarification to his question. "What's so pretty about me today, hm?"

"Every part of you is pretty today and all days, Y/N."

You set your cup down abruptly, directing your gaze over to your side to avoid his eyes. Your eyes blinked rapidly, and you tried to keep your hands occupied by fiddling with a strand of your hair. "You really know how to get me flustered like this."

San retrieved his phone from his pocket, the sight hitting his face like a cold splash of water. "Shit, it's late Y/N, I gotta run." The hot chocolate that you made him found its way back onto the surface of your kitchen island. "I'm sorry I didn't get to share some hot cocoa with you." His smile revealed his adorable dimples to you.

San threw his coat back on and wrapped his scarf around his neck as he made an approach to your apartment's door. "What a shame..." You spoke with disappointment, trying to mask your fear by exchanging smiles with him.

If you were going to confess, it had to happen now. It was now or never. You needed the words to spill out of you or else you would lose another chance to be able to tell San how you felt. The atmosphere was charged with an unspoken understanding. Every second that ticked by was a second closer to you losing your confidence and to snuff out the flame of courage that was ignited in your heart. San reached for your apartment's door handle, before you interjected.

"San."

"Yes?" San perked his head up at you, dropping his action to listen to you.

Here goes nothing.

"Could I—" your voice quivered and you felt yourself already wanting to back out. "Could I tell you something?"

"Y/N," San came forward and stood before you, towering over you. "Y'know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

"No, San. This is going to change how you view me, let alone what we have right now." You gulped, tugging at the side of your sweater as if it was going to help you out. "I'm scared to death of how you'll react to this." You spoke barely above a whisper, fear evident in your voice.

San made an attempt to reach for your hand, but you backed away before he could make contact with your skin. "Hey, it's okay. Whatever it is Y/N, we can get through this together. I care about you deeply and you know that." He expressed through comforting words that opened up your heart, slowly. Your situation urged him to stay in your apartment though he had other matters to attend to.

"But can we, San? Can we really?" Your fear and your courage were having a battle inside your mind, but courage won you over. You took a deep breath. "The truth is San,"

"I'm listening, Y/N." San's soothing words was the spark that ignited your willingness to be vulnerable, and open up to him after all these years of holding back.

"I like you a lot, San, more than a lot." You blinked back your tears that tried to slip out of your eyes, your fear being washed away within an instant. The words that you've been waiting to say to San for years made their escape. "Every moment I spend with you— it's a battle of exhileration and agony. I'm constantly torn between the desire to push my feelings or run from the fear of being rejected. I've been so scared to tell you, but keeping it inside is slowly destroying me, San. I don't know how much longer I can do this." You pause and gave yourself time to breathe.

"What I'm asking is, if you want to be more than friends."

"Y/N..." San couldn't make out a word except for your name. He just stood there, eyes wide with shock, his fist clenched into a ball. You waited for what felt like an eternity for him to give a clear response to your confession, but he was silenced. You struggled to read his expression, but his face was like a mask, it gave away nothing. You felt your heart sink to the floor, your stomach twisting into knots as the silence stretched out between the two of you. You took a step forward, but he moved away from you, it hurt. Your eyes never left his, though he wasn't looking back at you anymore.

"Say something, please San...? You begged, your heart shattered into a million pieces on the spot.

"How long?" San broke his silence. "How long have you liked me, Y/N?"

"Ever since second grade..." You dried the tears that escaped your eyes and fell onto your cheeks with the sleeve of your sweater. "Second grade..." You repeated the obvious, your world crumbled all around you as the seconds ticked by.

"This can't happen..." San stepped back from you again, widening the gap, his eyes never meeting yours. Those words cut through you like a knife, leaving you bleeding. You tried to speak up and ask why, but your voice was trapped in your throat, not being able to find a way out. He turned his back towards you coldly, his eyes avoided you like you were something hideous to him.

"The dates—" you struggled to find your voice, tears overflooded your eyes as they stained your cheeks endlessly. The sleeves of your sweater collected your tears, but they could only hold so much. "The dates, the sleep overs, the late night calls, our souvenirs we share, the compliments you give me..." You choked out, breaking down helplessly.

"Did they mean nothing to you?"

"I need to leave." San muttured, you can hear his voice break as he stumbled toward the door. He fumbled with the handle of your door, finally managing to yank it open and get out of your space. You tried to reach out for his arm, but he shook you off, not daring to tell you anything else he didn't have to. His movements were uncoordinated, like a puppet on broken strings.

"Don't you like me back San?" You stammered between broken sobs, hoping he'd at least answer this question.

"We can't be together." San's cold gaze met yours after you desperately wished he just looked at you once. You could see he was trying to suppress his tears from slipping out, but one managed to cascade down his cheek. "It's not because I don't want to be with you, it’s because I do, and that's the problem."

"San please—" You cried out, hoping he'd just run into your arms and everything would magically fall into place the way you wanted it to.

"Don't follow me out." San tossed out the words carelessly as he stormed off to catch the elevator down the hallway.

"I'm sorry." He whispered to himself undernearth his breath, the elevator's doors began closing as you both watched each other slip away, before you were no longer in each other's sights.

You shut your door upon seeing San’s silhouette disappear behind the elevator doors. The sound of your door shutting was the last thing breaking your apartment’s silence before your sobs and heartbroken gasps echoed through your home. Your body was shaken with cries, your knees gave out as you collapsed onto the floor, leaning against your front door. You couldn’t even make it to your bathroom or bedroom, it was too much to take in for you.

You buried your face in your hands, fingers tangled in your hair as you wept an ocean of pain. The floor beneath you was hard and cold, but you couldn’t feel anything except the heart breaking rejection that San gave you.

The two mugs on your kitchen’s island that were once filled with the piping hot chocolate now sat cold and abandoned.

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It’s been a week and a half since you and San fought. Neither of you made the effort to call or text, or show up at each other’s apartments. But you found your thumb hovering over the call and send a text button on his contact too many times to count.

‘Promise me that you’ll talk to me if you need anything.’

San’s words buzzed in your ear, as if you were suffering from tinnitus. You know you should’ve tried to get a hold of him, but you backed down every time. Instead of confronting San, you nursed your own wounds and busied yourself with homework.

The silence in your apartment was deafening, it was a bitter reminder of his absence. Every little noise in your apartment made you jump, as if you expected San to be at your door at that moment. But he wasn’t. The knife twisted into you deeper every time you used the sewing machine for your creative works. The times he sat on the end of your bed, sharing conversations when your fingers moved mechanically. He wasn’t there to indulge in your passions.

The sound of the machine stitching up the fragments of fabrics filled your room. You wished that your bond with San mended together as easily as the fabrics did, but tears pricked at the corners of your eyes when the sad reality hit you. Those treasured memories were shriveled up like the balled up sketches you disposed of in your trash can. You weren’t getting them back.

It only took a few days after the incident for it to reach your group of friends. Hongjoong and Mingi tried to get the two of you to talk in person by inviting you out somewhere nice. They tried this several times, but you and San caught onto their trick before it could even happen. The first time it happened, San ditched the meet up, then the second, you ditched it. It went back and forth until Hongjoong and Mingi eventually stopped, realizing it was just a waste of time.

Yeosang invited you over to his apartment he shared with Wooyoung for lunch and you accepted his offer. You haven’t hung out with anyone since that day with San. Perhaps a small gathering with two of your friends was what you needed.

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"That asshole!" Wooyoung sprang up from the couch for the third time as you narrated your side of the incident. He couldn't keep still hearing how you told the story through your point of view, he paced back and forth through the living room, collecting his thoughts. Yeosang, despite this, offered words of solace.

"He said something along the lines of, it's not because I don't want to, its because I do." You added to the story, making Wooyoung turn his head as if his name was called.

"So he does like you back!" Wooyoung spat out, going back to pacing around the living room's space.

"Things are complicated right now, Y/N," Yeosang was soft spoken, you could hear it in his voice that he wouldn't even hurt a fly.

"But this will pass and you'll heal. You always get through things like this, and just because it's San doesn't mean you won't. That's how I knew you, growing up." He gently patted your back as you took in his wise words.

"Also Wooyoung, the pork belly's been on the stove—"

"Oh shit!" Wooyoung hurried over to rescue the pork belly, only to discover that it was overcooked. He tried to salvage the slightly burnt meat, but it was charred on some of the sides. The sight of the overdone pork belly was so absurd that it left you giggling uncontrollably that San's rejection had slipped your mind.

Yeosang excused himself from the couch, pausing the conversation to get a better view of the scene himself. He shook his head as he approached Wooyoung, who's hand was tangled in his own hair.

"Wooyoung, that pork belly could've paid for one of my textbooks." Yeosang crossed his arms, his voice laced with sarcasm.

The smell of the cooked pork belly along with the slight smell of its charred bits wandered in the air, lifting you off the couch and gravitating towards the kitchen. You took a small piece of pork belly from the pan and consumed it, your face lit up with delight as it laid on your tongue. "Damn that's good!" You couldn't help but exclaim, even if the meat was slightly charred at the edges.

"I was worried I had to order takeout." Wooyoung let out an exaggerated sigh, wiping off the sweat from his forehead as he headed over to Yeosang, who was now setting up the dinner table for the three of you.

"We have Y/N over for the first time and you burnt our lunch, really Wooyoung?" Yeosang picked up a fight with the younger as he flickered his eyes over to you, giving you a playful smile.

"It's not burnt! It's just— aggressively cooked." Wooyoung picked up a fork from the dinner table, threatening Yeosang with it. He took things further with Yeosang and began to chase him around the dinner table with the fork in a childish manner.

Laughter was inevitable in this moment, you found it amusing. The way the two of them still acted like their 8th grade selfs, even during college.

Then it reminded you of how you and San were. When you would have sleep overs and have pillow fights. On the same day you fought, you had a snowball fight before you ice skated. It clouded your head, those memories were becoming fainter as the minutes went by without him.

Now, you were making new memories without him. You felt at peace for the first time in the two weeks you spent missing him. The memories of him still lingered in your head, but they no longer felt like a harsh weight holding you down. Upon arriving home that night and into your cozy bed as you drifted off to sleep, you felt a sense of hope and joy that you hadn't felt in a good minute.

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Two Years Later

Things were going your way these past two years. You got a job after finishing up your bachelor's degree at the place you've done your internships at as a fashion stylist. Your boss told you that you could be promoted into a fashion designer within a year if you were persistent with your work, to which you were.

The director of the company threw a party at the building in your honor of becoming a part of the team. The sleek, modern spare meeting room was transformed into a lively gathering space where your colleagues and executives congratulated you on your new position.

Champagne glasses clinked and the sound of music took over the room as conversations filled the air as you entered the room in your dress that you made for yourself. It was an open back dress that shaped you flawlessly, it fell right below your knees. In addition to the dress, you wore a slim black scarf and a pair of stiletto heels to complete your look. It was elegant, it made heads turn. You received countless words of praise that night.

"You're going to be a game-changer here." The director stepped forward to express her admiration for your accomplishments. "We're lucky to have you on the board, Y/N." Another executive chimed in, your gaze meeting hers.

Your gaze lingered for a moment. "You're really pretty, by the way." You spoke up, admiring the way she styled herself for your occasion. She wore an expensive looking dress with a slit, which was dark blue and cinched her waist. Her hair was worn in an updo, exposing her defined collarbone. She was ethereal.

"Oh thank you, sweetheart." She said to you before she got consumed by the crowd. As the recognition you received continued to flow, you knew that you were exactly where you were meant to be.

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Slowly, the party was dying out and so were you. You were becoming a bit fatigued yourself, and excused yourself from your party after doing rounds of goodbyes to your colleagues. The clicking of your stiletto heels filled the silence of the hallways as you made your way into the lobby.

You felt a gust of wind hit you as the entrance doors opened when a group of more colleagues entered the building. They approached you to welcome you to the team and congratulate you, then left straight to the party room you just left. Then, you retrieved your phone from your purse to call for a ride, though you didn't drink.

"Y/N?" A voice, firm and masculine called your name from over your shoulder. The voice was vaguely familiar to you, but a name refused to come to your mind. You felt a wave of curiousity wash over you, then there was a hint of tension as you were vividly confused as to who could've addressed you with familiarity.

As you turned, your eyes scanned the room, locking onto a familiar figure standing just a few feet away. You felt your heart race as your eyes met his, and a rush of memories came flooding back. "San?"

It was him. The one who had rejected your love two years back, and the guy your heart chased for most of your life. Those same brown eyes, chisled jawline, and that charming smile of his that showed off his dimples that you know all too well. It was all there in front of you.

Though he wasn't wearing something of his personal taste, he was wearing the suit you designed for him those years back. It's low v-cut, exposing his chest, and a gold necklace with a ruby in the center, the suit was cinched at the waist. He wore wide leg slacks, his hair was styled up, a few strands of hair covered his forehead, then his hands were decorated with golden rings. It was a newer version of himself, a version you could hardly recognize.

San stepped forward, closing the gap, his eyes roving over you. A mixture of emotions came clear to you from him, there was hesitation, guilt, and something else you couldn't quite make out. "It's been a while..." he spoke, his voice low and sweet just as you remembered.

Your heart beat rapidly, you weren't sure if it was beating for San or if you were just shocked to find him here of all places. You felt a surge of emotions, unable to process them in the moment.

"You look— stunning tonight."

"What are you doing here?" You masked your apprehension, demanding him to tell you why he was here and what he possibly could’ve wanted from you.

“I just finished a photoshoot here,” San fixed the side of his hair. “I thought of what you said to me those years back and well— I’m a model now, or at least. That’s what my agent keeps telling me.”

You stood there in shock - you hadn’t expected San to take you seriously and be a model. The thought of him posing in front of cameras made your mind wander to all sorts of strange places. You wondered how long he’d been doing this since you last saw him.

“But besides that, I’m glad I ran into you. I’ve been wanting to talk to you for a while now.” San’s eyes got lost in yours, like a maze with endless dead ends.

What could be possibly have to say that would make up for the way he hurt you those years back?

“And why do you want to do this now?” You raised a brow, your tone becoming bitter. You felt your shoulders stiffen as you broke your gaze with San. “A part of me died when we distanced ourselves, and I don’t know how to get it back.”

“I’ll earn back the person you were, please Y/N if you—“

“San, is that you?” A sultry voice purred from behind him as you watched in uneasiness as a stylish woman threw her arms around San’s shoulders. Her arms then slid down to his arm, clutching it like a purse. She then noticed you standing there in disbelief, your eyes fixated on the unfolding moment.

“Oh have I interrupted something?” Your executive’s voice chimed with such innocence. That blue dress. San didn’t give any attention to the woman. He instead looked insanely guilty, his head lowering to the ground as the woman spoke.

“I presume you two know each other? Baby, who is she?” She tugged at San’s sleeve, at the suit’s sleeve that you made with your own hands. It infuriated you. San then met your gaze and for a moment, there was a silent understanding of anger you both shared towards the woman. Though, you were still mad at San for his actions in the past that you hadn’t finished discussing, before she came in between you two.

To think you even complimented her at your own party, what a joke.

“Get the fuck off me.” San spat, his voice venomous as he shrugged her off his arm with ease. She stumbled backward, nearly falling as she was wearing high heels. Her eyes widened in horror, before her face contorted into a scowl. “Fine, be that way.”

“Is she one of your one-night stands too?” She fixed her hair, coming closer to San as she spoke. “You’re quite the player aren’t you? You’ve got a whole collection of women, each one oblivious to the others. Do you even remember our names or are we just numbers to you?” Her lips curled into a snarl, taunting San.

“Don’t try to turn this around on me,” San snapped, his jaw clenched. “I don’t owe you any explanations.”

You had enough of the bickering. The tension between the three of you was heavy on you and you didn’t want to be a part of it anymore. You headed out the door, leaving San and his one-night stand to their argument.

You heard San curse underneath his breath, as he took off after you. The hot August night’s air hit the both of you as you burst through the glass doors. The executive watched as you both left the building, a satisfied smile crept its way up to her face. She enjoyed the drama she started up, watching the both of you disappear through the glass doors of the building.

"I'm sorry about all that Y/N—"

"Don't follow me San." You cut San off, rising your voice in frustration. "There's nothing to talk about, I saw everything I needed to see."

San caught up next to you in a matter of a few seconds, his pleading eyes locked onto yours, begging you to stop pushing him away. He so desperately wanted your touch, but hesitated to make contact with you, unsure if he should. "Please talk to me Y/N, I need you..."

Your pace quickened, trying to lose him by ignoring his desperate calls to you. An uncomfortable lump formed in your throat as tears formed at the corners of your eyes. You struggled to keep your composure, your steps becoming more staggered now that your heart was aching once more.

"I need to make things right Y/N." You felt San's hand wrap around your wrist, his cold ring hit your skin and it caused you to stumble. His grip intensified on you, steadying you, as you found your balance again.

You turned your head to see San, catching his breath with tears staining his cheeks. His eyes pleaded for a chance to explain. Despite the anger and hurt still tearing you apart, you nodded slightly, giving him permission to explain himself. You felt San's grasp loosen, but he didn't release you.

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry, I'm sorry..." He repeated over and over again, his voice breaking beneath a torrent of tears that consumed him. You felt his sudden weight on your back as he rested his head on yours, choking up his sobs. "I don't want to lose you again."

"You won't, San." You turned to him, your heart still heavy with emotion. Your eyes met his, and all you saw was genuine devotion. Your heart fluttered as you realized your feelings for him didn't vanish completely. In fact, they appeared to have been waiting to be rekindled by San. You couldn't help but wonder if you were ready to open up your heart and let him back in.

San reached out a shaking hand and delicately brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch sent a shiver down your spine, but in a good way. "I swear I'll earn back your love. I'll shatter my own pride if it means making things right between us." His words were spoken in a fractured, meaningful tone that pierced you right in the gut, enough to crack the facade of your strength. You took his hand in yours, offering what comfort you could. As tears fell softly down your cheeks, you gave gentle strokes to his trembling hand.

"Let's talk about this at home."

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"Do you want anything to drink, San?" You offered, breaking the awkward silence as he situated himself into your cozy living room. He shook his head, his eyes darting all over the familiar space as if reacquainting himself with the memories. You didn't realize that you had left some of the ambient lighting on in the house before you left for your party, it filled the room just enough for you to make out San's face.

San settled into the couch, his eyes fixed on you with a mix of gratitude and longing, as if pent up for the two years you were seperated. "Come here, Y/N." He gestured.

Just as you were about to occupy the seat next to him, he caught you by the waist and drew you onto his lap as you sat down, positioning you to face him. "I meant here."

His hands lingered on your hips, fingers brushing against your thighs as he repositioned his hands. "You haven't lost your touch I see - you're still as flirty as before." Your heart skipped a beat as his gaze intensified on you, drinking in your beauty.

"And you haven't lost your beauty." San's eyes explored your body, lingering on your curves. You felt chills run down your spine as his pupils roamed over you, worshipping you.

"I'm falling for you again, San."

San let out a 'hm?' in response to your words, as if it wasn't obvious to him already. Straddling his lap, letting his eyes wander your body like a work of art, your feelings were so apparent to him. "That's besides the point though," San cleared his throat.

"That woman, your colleague," He said, his voice low and serious. "Yes, she's one of the one night stands I've had," San broke the gaze in shame, pausing, waiting for your response.

"I was too quick to think of the worst, I'm sorry." You lifted your hand to his face, cupping the side of his face and stroking his cheek with your thumb in a consoling manner.

"No, I wasn't being honest with you about my situation." San's facial expresions softened, his eyes filled with nothing but remorse. "She's not my girlfriend she's just— just a mistake..." His voice trailed off, he struggled to find the right words to express his extreme regret.

"Sannie, you can be yourself around me. Loosen up will you?" That nickname made him melt into your touch, his hand on your waist kneaded the side of your body as his tense muscles began to relax. "I'm sorry— I guess I'm just not used to...talking about things like this."

You nodded understandingly, a soft smile found itself onto your face. "It's just us here San. Like I said, you can be yourself around me."

San nodded back, feeling his heart strings stop fiddling with his fragile heart to let put him at ease. "I want to be completely transparent here, Y/N."

Another nod from you was your way of telling San you were all ears for what he was about to say to you.

"Honestly, I've been doing one night stands. With all sorts of women, so she's right about that part, but," He blinked back tears that began to form in his eyes as he was frank with you. "The problem wasn't because I was lonely, it was because I missed you."

For a moment, time stood still. The sincerity in his eyes hit you like a tidal wave as a rush of heat made its way to your cheeks. Your eyes caught a tear that escaped San's eye, as you were quick to wipe it away with your finger.

"I've slept with all these girls and yet— I couldn't find you in them."

San pulled you into him closer as his grip on you strengthened. "I want you to know that none of them meant anything to me. They were just distractions, a way to fill the void. It didn't work as you can see, but— every time I touched someone else, I felt like I was betraying you."

"San..." His words slammed into you. Your eyes welled up with strong emotions as you both exhanged heartfelt smiles. No one had ever made you feel so seen, so loved and so cared for as much as San did. He possessed a gift for speech, and somehow he always seemed to find the right words to say at the right time.

"And about that day," He brought up the sensitive topic which caused you to swallow the lump in your throat.

"I hurt you, I hurt you terribly. I want you to know that I've regretted my choice every day since."

You leaned in closer to San, your faces being inches apart now that you tightened the gap. Your heart felt as if it was going to burst out of your chest.

"I want to go back to that day. I want to make it right, I want to choose you, stay with you and see where things could have gone between us. I'm so sorry—"

You cut San off, pressing your lips against his, passionately kissing him like you oh so wished to all those years you yearned for him. San was taken aback by your impetuous action. It made him hesitate, his desire you kiss you back at war with the doubt that held him back. But before he could decide, you drew back.

"I'm sorry! I lost control—"

San greedily placed a hand on the back of your head, pushing you toward his face to steal another kiss from you. His hand on the back of your head held you in place, his fingers tangled in your hair as he deepend the kiss, showing how much he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

Chills ran down your body as San's tongue waltzed with yours, your hand instinctively ran down to his chest, gripping onto the suit coat. You felt San move his hand from your head to your jawline, giving your cheek a stroke as you both got lost in the fervor of the moment.

As the kiss finally broke, you both gasped for air, lips swollen and tender from selfishness. San looked at you with eyes that scorched with desire and lust. "I've wanted to do that for so long, you have no idea,"

"I've wanted you to." You giggled, bringing a smile to his face.

"And I want to do it again." San's eyes lowered themselves to your lips once more, as if asking permission to taste your lips again. In a moment that seemed inevitable, you narrowed the distance between you, his lips meeting with yours in a soft, delicate kiss. This time, it was slower, as if he was savoring the taste of you.

You immediately melted into the kiss, your lips parting inviting him to have deeper access. His tongue stroked yours, making a moan come out of you. Your hands fumbled with the button of the suit before San's warm hands glided over yours, undoing the button himself. He slid the suit off with ease, throwing it off to the side of your couch, then breaking the kiss.

"Do you always keep it so hot in here, love?"

"Not always." You wiped your lips, smudging your lipstick.

"Fuck, you're so pretty." A smirk snuck its way up to San's face, his hands slipped underneath your thighs, picking you up with ease. "Let's switch spots."

San placed you back on the sofa, planting dainty kisses on your neck as he held one of your thighs up. "Can I taste you, please baby?" He pleaded with those dumb puppy eyes of his.

"Please..." You eagerly answered his question, your core ached for him.

San then moved to your collarbone, kissing his way down your body till he reached your legs. He pressed his thumb against your core, rubbing it in a circular motion, erupting sweet whines from you. "You're so wet, Y/N." He huffed, leaning in and kissing your inner thigh before sliding off your panties.

Your high heels fell to the floor, hitting your wooden floor with a thud, as San raised your thighs to lay them on his broad shoulders. He glanced at your soaking pussy, and swallowed, so impatient to taste you.

You gasped as he grazed his lips against your pussy, shuddering at the sensation. He pecked your core before licking hot stripes up your clit, groaning at the way you tasted. He attached himself to you, his tongue swirling around your entrance, making you buck your hips against him. You relished the moment, every movement of his tongue sending you above the stars as he devoured you as if it was his last meal. You threw your head back onto your couch, clasping his hair with both your hands, tangling your fingers as his tongue stroked your sensitive core.

San let go of one of your thighs, his hand snaked his way up to your breasts, kneading it in his hand as his tongue caressed you. He wanted more out of you. He drew his hand back after fondling with your tit, and to your clit. He deattached himself for a moment, a string of saliva emerging from the scene.

"Fuck," He whispered, grinning at the sight he made, before inserting a finger into you, pumping into you slowly. You squirmed at the sudden added sensation, pretty noises spilling out of you as you adjusted to the new feeling.

"Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?" He looked at you with pussy-drunk eyes. The pet name making your face burn up into a bright tint of pink. You obediently nodded, your mind was foggy and you could barely make out any words as San's finger slid in and out of you. Before you knew it, San added another finger into you, not being satisfied with your answer.

"Tell me you want to cum for me, let me hear your sweet voice, love." His tone was addicting, you couldn't help but do as he said. You were hypnotized by the way he made you feel. The way his fingers curled in you, making your hips move desperately, chasing your climax.

You met his gaze, moving a strand of hair that was covering his eye as you moved against his touch. "P-please San— I want to cum! Make me cum—" You cried out helplessly, your grip on his hair tightening as you kicked your legs gently. "That's my girl."

His lips met your clit again, relentlessly savouring your delightful taste as his fingers continued to move in and out of you. He pulled your thigh back to give him more access to your cunt, grunting as he circled his tongue on your core.

Your body shook with pleasure, squeezing your knees together and locking San in between your thighs as your sweet esesence flowed out of you and right into San's mouth. He made sure to lick you clean, leaving you spotless as he kissed your pulsing cunt before pulling away from your legs. "Mm, so sweet."

San came towards your face, his hand on your hip as he pulled you towards him. He clashed his lips into yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. It was intoxicating. The scent of his cologne filled your head as you felt yourself get lost in the depths of his mouth. Your hand sneaked its way to his clothed erection, stroking it as you deepened the kiss. San groaned against your lips, his sensitive body shuddering at your touch.

You felt San's hands roam across your body, tracing the curves of your waist with his warm hands, then the swell of your hips. "Eager aren't we?" You mummured in between the kiss, crashing your lips back into his. You felt a sudden rush of excitement as San's tongue slipped between your lips and into your mouth, the sensation sending chills down your body.

"Are you going to drive me insane?" He pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath. Your lips curled into a sly smile, as you leaned in closer to the side of his face. "Maybe I'll drive you crazy and you'll never be able to get enough of me."

"You're killing me." San scoffed. You stood up from the couch, stumbling a little before finding your balance again. You took his hand in yours, guiding him to your dimly lit bedroom. "Come with me, handsome."

San obliged, his eyes never wandering elsewhere and being glued onto yours, as you tugged him into your bedroom. The only source of light in your room was a few lamps you left on and the moonlight's everlasting glow, peeking in through your window. It was quite the romantic setting.

His eyes lost their focus on you and onto your work desk, where he saw the sewing machine his mother gifted to you. Then beside that, there was a bouquet of flowers. He stared at it with resent, and you caught onto it quick.

"I'm so sorry San— that was from this guy at my work place, I promise I—"

San pulled you into his body, silencing you with a gentle kiss, his face softening up. "I know, love. No need to reassure me. I guess it's only fair since you caught me with another girl." He joked, receiving a playful punch to his abs from you as you ventured deeper into your room.

You stood in front of your tall mirror that rested against your wall, moving your hair out of the way to undo the straps keeping your dress on you. You felt a presence from behind you.

San's figure was visible in the mirror, his hands on your hips, as he ran them up your body. "Let me help you with that," He whispered, his voice husky and full of love. Gently, he took the straps from your hands and unraveled the straps for you, his hands lingering on your skin. You watched in the mirror as he slowly guided your dress down to the floor, where it pooled around your feet. The only thing remaining on your body was your slim black scarf.

You froze, your naked body being exposed to him as the cold breeze hit you, making you shiver. San's hands drifted down to your arms, his warms hands immediately warming up your skin.

"You're so pretty." He tilted his head down to kiss your shoulder, before coming to your ear. "So pretty for me."

His truthful words echoed in your mind. You were all his, and you were honored to call him yours. Your wishes from those years ago had finally come true, as the man of your dreams was standing behind you, loving you the way you wanted to be loved. You knew you were ready to give yourself to him, to let him explore every inch of your body.

His erection pressed against you, making your cheeks flush more bright shades of pink.

"Y/N..." San softly spoke into your ear, kissing it and nibbling on it.

"Yes, Sannie?"

"Please touch me...it hurts." He rubbed himself on you, whimpering in your ear as his erection grew harder. "I need you, now."

You turned around and looked up at him, shocked by the desperation in his voice. His eyes, pleading, and his face tense with need. You pecked his lips before unbuckling his belt. He watched you impatiently, wanting you to tend to his needs right then and there.

As you pulled his belt off him, you undid the button of his pants, dropping them to the floor as he was left in his briefs. A small bit of pre-cum stained the surface of his briefs, a single touch from you would've made him cum.

"Almost came in your briefs for me, oh," You teasingly said, tugging at his briefs before pulling them down to the floor, revealing his aching cock.

"I don't know how long I'll last—"

"Hush, just let loose, I'll take care of you, okay?" You pecked San's cheek as he nodded to you, placing his full trust in you. You pressed your hands against San's abs, guiding him onto your bed and backing him up into your headboard.

With a swift motion, you unwrapped the slim black scarf from around your neck and used it to bind San's wrist behind him. He smirked, enjoying the sudden shift in power as you were now in control. "You're not serious, are you?" He tested the knots of the scarf, flexing his wrists subtly, his gaze never leaving yours.

"I'm dead serious." You replied, a chuckling escaping your lips as you watched him test your knots, being unable to break free.

San scoffed, adjusting his sitting position on your bed. "I like this side of you, Y/N."

"You're so needy..." You run a finger down San's bare chest, and around the area where he wants you most. It itches him, making him stutter out a shaky breath as his body quivers from just the slightest touch from you. "S-shit..." His voice shakes, his eyebrows furrow in frustration.

You press the palm of your hand on the tip of his aching cock, extracting a charming, helpless groan. You wrap your fingers around his cock and start to slowly pump his erection. Your eyes flickered up to San, who melted into your touch and arched his back for you. Seeing him in such a vulnerable, submissive state made you just want to love him forever and ever.

He thrusts his hips desperately against your hand, he could already feel himself coming to his limits. Your hand moves in a fast paced motion, wanting to hear him make pretty noises for you. Your movements are precise, and your wrist moved at a speed his hips coordinated with perfectly. You drew intimate, endearing noises from San, it almost sounds like he's about to cry from the way you touched him.

His movements became more uncoordinated with each stroke you made, indicating that his climax was approaching. San's legs quivered, struggling to match your pace as he whimpered miserably. "Fuck— g-gonna cum...baby please..." he breathed out, a warm, endearing light danced in his eyes.

A coy "Mm?" left your lips, buying time for the fun to continue. You slowed your movements down, making it harder for San to reach his edge.

"Baby..." he let out a heart-melting mew, thrusting himself against your hand. His arms strained against the scarf's bindings, being unable to free himself. He was so desperate to cum. "P-please?"

As if you'd ever be able to resist him.

You picked up your quick movements again, pressing your lips against his for a quick kiss. "Cum for me, handsome."

"C-call me that again..." San snickered, his thrusts becoming more powerful as you helped him reach his climax.

"You wanna cum? Wanna cum on me, handsome?" You satisfied his needs, palming his tip with your free hand.

"Y-yes! Yes— oh fuck!" He threw his head back in pleasure, releasing his load on you, coating your hands in his pretty mess. San groaned as you got every last drop of him out, his body shuddering from overstimulation.

You seductively used your tongue to lick up the mess that San ejaculated onto your hands, savouring the residue.

"Are you going to play nice and let me go, hm?" San raised a brow, a hint of amusement could be found on his lips.

"I think I've had my fun for now." You giggled, and untied the scarf, freeing his arms. He rubbed his wrists gently, feeling relieved.

"Now it's my turn to have some fun." San winked at you, he leaned in closer, eyes sparkling with michief. You gasped as he gently pinned you down on the bed, holding your wrists in place. You felt a thrill run through you as he hovered above, his face just inches from yours. You couldn't help but wonder what he had planned, but it had you excited.

He lavished attention on every inch of your beautiful skin, as if you were some goddess. His finger traced down your shoulder and down to your luscious curves. He stared at your stunning form, taking in the sight of your loveliness, being caught in a trance. His heart beat in a rythym with the beauty that looked back at him.

"I can't believe I let you go that easily, I'm so stupid." He dipped down, his mouth attacking your neck with kisses, then he kissed all over your shoulders and across your upper chest. You felt his abs against your tummy which flushed your cheeks up.

"You're not stupid, San." You let an arm that escaped his soft grasp on your wrists rest on his bicep that lay beside your head, as you let him explore your body. He trailed a hand down to your breasts, his thumb teasing one of your nipples as his mouth closed around the other.

Your back arched off your covers in response to the feeling, a soft whine slipped out of your mouth. "You like that, baby?" San released your nipples and made his way back up to your face, pecking your lips as he rose, taking his cock in his hands.

"Not as much as I'd like to have that dick in me." Your eyes sparkled as a playful laugh bubbled up from within.

San rubbed the side of your thighs, before spreading your thighs open. His cock grazed your folds, then his tip teased your entrance. "Is this what you want?"

"More than anything, San." Your gazes matched a look of desire and lust for each other, never wanting this night to end. You bite your lip, bucking your hips against his cock, impatiently grinding yourself on it.

"Fuck— look at you." San cooed, watching you crave his cock. His honey skin glowed in the low lighting of your room, the sharp lines of his muscles caught your eye, making you move your hips more eagerly.

"Hold still for me, pretty girl." San rubbed the tip of his cock against your entrance, then slowly slid himself inside of you with ease. You gasped at his length and squeeze your eyes shut as he starts to move, with slow and steady movements as to not hurt you.

"So fucking tight," He pushed into you further, quickening his pace with every movement he made. "You feel so good..." San lowered himself down to your face, your lips meeting yours as you shared an intimate kiss before he pulled away to catch his breath. He panted against your neck, his hot breath hitting your skin.

"Fuck...j-just like that—" Your voice trembled as you struggled to suppress any of your noises that poured out of your mouth. San grunted between thrusts, palming one of your breasts with a hand.

You grabbed a handful of your comforter in your hand, every thrust feeling like heaven. Your helpless cries blended in a perfect harmony with his low groans, creating a sensual symphony. Then San gave into his hunger, driven by desire, his movements became more urgent. He pounded into you so deeply that the styling products that held San's hair in place had lost their grip, and his hair returned to it's natural state. The way you remember it. "You feel so damn good Y/N, better than I could've ever imagined..."

The sensual sensation was addictive, you both wished your bodies could endure more than they could. You could feel the flame in your abdomen begin to ignite as you chased your climax, your back gravitating off your comforter as your orgasm began to burn up.

"S-San... I'm c-cumming—!" Your muscles contracted, pulsing, drawing a sharp gasp of pleasure from him.

"Cum for me, pretty girl." He held your gaze for a heartbeat before hiding his face into the hollow of your neck, his muffled moans sent shivers down your spine as he let you ride out your orgasm.

"I love you Y/N, I love you so much." San whispered in your ear, as you repeated the words back to him. He teetered you over the edge, tears of pleasure formed at the corners of your eyes and before you knew it, your release was everywhere on his cock. "F-fuck— I love you!" He pulled out of you, painting your stomach with his warm climax as you both took your time to catch your breath, sharing a couple giggles here and there as you did so.

His beads of sweat from his forehead fell onto your comforter. He fixed your hair for you before leaving the bed. "I'll clean that pretty mess up." He left the room with a small laugh, leaving you in your room with the sticky mess on your tummy.

You just made love to Choi San. The realization hit you like a shit ton of bricks. You laid there in your bed, feeling cold and vulnerable without him, even though he only left the room for not even a minute. You stared at your ceiling and couldn't help but think about the intimacy you'd just shared with him. You gave your body to him, fully and completely, and he fucked every worry and insecurity out of you with one round of sex.

What would your parents think? Gosh— What would your friends think? It was all hitting you in the moment.

San returned with a roll of toilet paper in his hand, interrupting your thoughts. He carefully wipes your body clean, then your comforter, and throws away the paper in the trash can that lived near your work desk. Like the gentleman he was, he helped you shift into a more comfortable position. Fixing up your pillows for you before sliding his arms beneath you, lifting you up and nestled you against the pillows.

With a contented sigh, San settled in beside you, wrapping an arm around you as you snuggled into him.

"I'm going to assume this isn't your first time?"

"No, but I wish my first time was with you." Your eyes fixed themselves on the bouqet of flowers, unattended at your desk. "I swear I'll get rid of those in the morning, they're bothering me too."

San could only nod, a soft smile playing on his lips as he held you closer. "I'll leave you to it."

There was an awkward moment of silence before the both of you spoke up simultaneously.

"Y/N-"

"San-"

"Oh no, you first," San insisted, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he flashed his dimples to you. "What's on your mind, love?"

"Ah, well I just been wondering— how are we going to tell the rest of the guys?"

A chuckle left San's lips, but his smile quickly faded as he considered the reality of the situation. "Wait, we're really going to have to tell them, aren't we?" His voiced laced with a hint of nervousness.

You nodded in response, "Mhm, can't keep it a secret forever y'know."

"We're fucked." He swallowed hard, his eyes searched your room as if searching for an escape route to the scenario. "No, more like I'm fucked! What if they don't take it well?"

His face went pale, as if he had seen a ghost and was about ready to bolt out of your bed. "We'll figure it out San, like you said to me, we can get through it together."

"I don't know, they can be rough sometimes you know? Wooyoung nearly broke my apartment door down when he found out about my mistake." He rubbed the back of his neck, his brows furrowed with deep concern.

"San, they'll be fine. There will be some tension, but they'll come around. It's not like we did anything wrong." You reassured him, feeling his muscles relax by the softness of your words. You leaned in closer to San's face and planted a sweet kiss on his cheek, before snuggling into his chest again.

"I mean, it's just-" He took a deep breath, "I haven't been in a real relationship since high school."

"You mean—"

"Yes, it's what I wanted to come clean about, with you specifically." The tone in his voice was serious, his eyes clouding with a mix of emotions you couldn't make out. "It's why I rejected you in the first place."

"I'm listening, San."

"I rejected you because I let fear dictate my life." San's chest grew heavy with strong emotions. "She ruined me. Broke me in ways I never thought were possible. So, I isolated myself from love and pushed away your love. All because I didn't know how to trust again, how to love again. Scared of getting hurt, but the truth is, I was already hurting. i was hurting in the moments you asked me out, because I knew I couldn't have you. I wasn't ready." San's voice broke, but he kept his smile as his gaze never broke away from yours.

"Sannie," Your heart raced with a desire to protect him. Your hands were clasped tightly together in your lap as you processed his story in your mind.

"I'm sorry it took years for me to open up. I pushed you away when all I ever wanted was to pull you close."

Without a word, you reached out and gently placed your hand on top of his. San tried to search for a sign of hesitation in your eyes, but saw nothing but understandment. Slowly, he turned his hand over and intertwined your fingers, feeling you squeeze gently, a smile spread across your face. "Your past doesn't define you. You're safe with me San, nothing is going to hurt you now, I promise."

San's gaze softened up as he absorbed your gentle words. His eyes filled with a deep sense of calmness and he felt safe in your presence, for the first time since you were gone. "How did we end up like this..."

"I don't know how to answer that, but I do know that I'm super tired." You let out a quiet laugh, your eyes becoming heavier as the seconds ticked by.

"Okay, that's fair." He repositioned your onto your pillow before readjusting his own position. As you lay there, the world outside receded, leaving only the soft rise and fall of your breathing. Before a thought came to your head and woke you right up.

"Wait!" You spoke barely above a whisper, catching San off guard.

"I thought you were sleepy, gorgeous."

"I know how we could tell the guys." Your forehead met his, as he held you close to him.

"What about a game of truth or dare with a few bottles of soju, just like the old days?"

Memories came flooding back in San's head. Late-night laughter, silly dares and whispered secrets shared over the shots of soju. He was taken back to summer of senior year, where you slept over at his house being too drunk to go home yourself. "You want to go back to that?"

"Well, why not? All of us were happy then, right?" Your smile grew as you reminisced the past.

"Mhm, right. Now go to sleep, silly." He guided you back down to lay against his chest, as he pulled the covers over the both of you. You closed your eyes, giggling as you felt the warmth of the covers over your bare body. "I love you San."

"I love you too." The words hung in the air, a sweet exchange of words before you drifted off to dream land in no time. San watched through your window, the city lights illuminating the night from outside, and the stars that shined just as bright as his love for you. It was a full moon tonight, symbolizing your love had been sealed.

"Night, angel face."

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