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skzsauce01 · 3 years ago

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Angel Sent From Up Above

Anniversary Request Special

Synopsis: Hyunjin, a new guardian angel, has fallen in love with a human. His human’s girlfriend, to be precise. Angel AU, background college AU and skater AU.

Warning: violence

Word Count: 8.3k

Pairing: fem!reader x guardian angel!Hyunjin; fem!reader x human!Jeongin

“Is she healed now?” Hyunjin asks the moment Jisung flies in. He knows Jisung is probably exhausted from keeping maladies away from you, but he needs the answer now. “Is her flu gone?”

“Yeah.” Jisung’s wings are tinged gray with ruin, but he keeps them on display for all the other guardian angels to see as he walks past them. They are proof that he has been doing his duty. They’ll return to white soon enough anyway. “Your human’s her boyfriend. Why didn’t you try to check through him? He visited a few times even though she told him not to.” Jisung sighs and shakes his head. “What an idiot. He’s going to get sick himself.”

“He hasn't visited recently, so I haven’t been able to check through him. The Archangel’s forbade me going to Earth unless it was something serious. I think he’s worried I'm spending too much time with humans.”

Jisung shakes his head. “I think he’s worried that he’s going to have to Seungmin you.”

“I'm not going to get expelled.”

Jisung shrugs, and ruin falls from his wings like ash. “You better watch out. You checked up on her too much last time she got sick, so he's probably trying to make sure you won't abandon your human. He's banished people for less. Case in point: Seungmin.”

“She's important to Jeongin, so she's important to me."

Jisung sighs. “Sometimes I think you’re more protective of her than I am.”

He says it as a joke, but Hyunjin knows it’s the truth. He cares deeply about you, maybe even more than his own human, but he will never say that last part aloud.

Hyunjin used to believe that becoming a guardian angel was the best thing that ever happened to him. All of his afterlife, he had wanted to be promoted, to be granted the pure white wings and the crown of sun rays. Regular angels had wings and halos but never white wings and golden halos; silver and silver was the “regular” combination.

Watching over a human was considered the highest honor an angel could receive, and everyone clamored to gain the attention of the Archangel. Hyunjin was not immune. He worked as a messenger for years, delivering even the most inane notes between the higher ups. He endured the attacks, verbal and sometimes physical, and kept his mouth shut. Eventually, the Archangel recognized his efforts, and before dawn broke on Earth, Hyunjin was named the new guardian angel of a baby boy, Yang Jeongin.

“You will protect him. You will guide him,” the Archangel said. “He is your responsibility now and yours alone. Do you understand?”

From Heaven, Hyunjin could only look at the wet, wrinkled face of his human. His human. “I understand.”

Then the Archangel flew off, and Hyunjin flew to Earth for the first time to meet the baby. No one noticed him as he phased through the hospital walls nor as his giant wings folded back. Only Jeongin would be able to see his guardian angel.

“Hello there, little one,” he whispered to the swaddled baby. The boy was fast asleep, and Hyunjin gently stroked his face. “I just wanted to introduce myself. I’m Hyunjin, your official guardian angel. I’ll always be nearby now, and I’ll always make sure you’re safe. Sometimes you won’t be able to see me, but I’ll always be watching over you. I promise.”

Jeongin stirred awake and stared back at Hyunjin. Two sets of eyes blinked at each other, one full of curiosity and one full of tenderness.

“Go back to sleep,” Hyunjin said. He drew his hand over the baby’s face, and Jeongin’s eyes fluttered shut. “Sweet dreams, little one.”

Guardian angels talked about their humans like parents, bragging about how gifted they were and sharing complaints about what unbelievable thing they did the other day. Hyunjin mostly did the latter. Jeongin was an adventurous child, which was just a nice way of saying that he liked to play with danger. Hyunjin often had to fly in to save him or to redirect the threat somewhere else. The other angels joked that Hyunjin stayed on Earth more than Heaven sometimes. He didn’t mind though. Even with his human’s shortcomings, Hyunjin adored him. He watched from above as Jeongin said his first words, attended his first day of kindergarten, and got into his first fight.

“He’s a troublemaker,” Minho observed.

Minho was a guardian angel as well, but he tended to lurk on the outer edges of the realm as the other angels avoided him for a reason Hyunjin hadn’t figured out yet. Hyunjin liked him well enough and treated him like a mentor, sometimes a friend.

“Hey, you’re not one to talk. Your human started a black market of candy at school.”

Minho shrugged. “I didn’t say it was a bad thing.”

Jeongin didn’t end up growing up into a troublemaker, to Hyunjin’s relief. The impulsive streak was still there, but he utilized his judgement more now. There were no car crashes or cases of alcohol poisoning, and when Jeongin asked out girls, it was with daisy bouquets and a suggestion to get lunch. Hyunjin slowly stopped making routine trips to Earth and chose to view Jeongin from the comfort of Heaven. It was there that Hyunjin noticed you.

“I think she’s upset with him,” Jisung abruptly says. “She cried after a video call with him, so if your human starts acting strangely, that’s why.”

The news makes Hyunjin stop mid-step, and he turns to his friend. “She cried? What? What did she cry about?”

“I don’t know. I was too busy trying to lower her temperature. Can you believe that she almost hit—”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“I just got back! There is no ‘earlier!’ Besides, we aren't allowed to interfere in anything that isn't dangerous. Heartbreak, if this is even what this is, is temporary."

“Humans do drastic things for love.” The movies has seen while watching Jeongin have told him that much.

“Which we will attend to when it happens. You’re a new guardian; you’ll understand them better over time. Not everything is life-threatening, fragile as they are.”

Hyunjin turns away from Jisung and glances down at Earth. The clouds part, and all of the brick buildings of the university rush towards his eyes as he focuses on Jeongin. He’s asleep at his desk, his lamp still burning bright above him. How long has it been since the video call? Or perhaps he’s just tired from the events of his day. But he looks so small and vulnerable in his chair. Jeongin isn’t fragile — the amount of situations he has gotten out of covered in bruises and blood is astronomical — but he is mortal.

“But she loves him,” Hyunjin softly says, “and he loves her.”

“Exactly. Humans fight over small things all the time, and this is one of those times.” Jisung places a hand on Hyunjin’s shoulder to placate him. “Trust me.”

“... I trust you.”

“Good. I need to rest, but we can catch up and see what stupid things they do after.”

The moment Jisung flies off to the rest area, Hyunjin goes against the Archangel’s orders and flies to your apartment. When he peers inside your bedroom window, he spots you sitting in bed in the dark, your phone screen illuminating your face. He phases inside and sits at your desk chair, resting his forearms at the top rail. You can’t see him, but he wishes that you could.

You mindlessly scroll through messages, sniffling every few seconds. Whether it’s from your crying or your illness, he doesn’t know. He can’t hand you a tissue or tell you comforting things or hug you like Jeongin can. When you wrap your blanket tighter around your shoulders, he wraps his wings around himself as well.

Suddenly you throw your phone beside you and let out a heavy sigh. “It can’t get any worse than this,” you say to yourself.

Hyunjin waits for you to say more, but you only stare at the ceiling with blank eyes. He can’t compel you to talk; only Jisung can, but he’s not here. So instead, Hyunjin knocks over the glass of water on your bed when you shift into a more comfortable position.

“Of course it can,” you sigh again and blot as much water as you can with your tissues. You pull another one out of the box with more force than necessary and furiously dab your sheets. “First I get sick, then I miss a homework deadline that I can’t make up because my professor lost his heart thirty years ago along with his hair, then my boyfriend breaks up with me for like no reason, apparently I have an exam tomorrow, and now I’ve spilled water all over my bed, so I can’t even sleep. Thank you, universe. I really needed this.”

He immediately regrets his decision.

“Worst freaking week of my life,” you mumble as you throw away the wet tissues. Hyunjin almost reaches out for your arm when you pass by, but he retracts it just in time.

When you climb back into bed, you draw your blanket up to your chin and begin murmuring numbers. They come out calm and even at first, but they become more tense as time passes. Hyunjin half-listens as he scans the contents of your desk. A laptop, a shopping bag, an open notebook with doodles on the margins, an uncapped black pen, and a pack of gum. He presses his forefinger to the point of the pen, drawing a tiny heart by touch. Then he stamps the heart among all your misshapen stars and imaginary flowers. You might just think it’s an ink smear, but he hopes you look at it and smile.

You hit three hundred and forty-seven before you begin to sound drowsy. Hyunjin stands at the foot of your bed, watching as you finally drift off in the middle of three hundred and ninety-three. Serenity settles across your features.

“I’m sorry for what I did earlier. Good night and sweet dreams,” he whispers. He pats the corner of your bed before flying off into the night.

He needs to see Jeongin.

It was hard not to notice you when you were on a collision course with Jeongin. You were going too fast, and Hyunjin’s wings couldn’t carry him to Earth in milliseconds. With horror, he watched as you sharply turned the building corner on your skateboard and just barely jumped off in time when you saw Jeongin about to make the same turn.

“You okay?” Jeongin asked as he hurried to stop your runaway board.

“I should be asking you that!” you exclaimed as you followed him. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have veered that close to the wall. You’re not hurt or anything, right?”

“I’m fine, don’t worry.”

“Good. I can’t risk getting sued again.” Unsure of how to respond, Jeongin nudged back your board to you. You neatly stopped it mid-roll with your foot. “Thanks, by the way. See you around.”

“Yeah, see you.”

You kicked off, but before you left the area, you turned around and gave him a wave. Jeongin waved back, albeit more shyly than you. After a moment’s hesitation, he yelled out, “Be careful!”

“I’ll try!”

Jeongin laughed and turned the corner, looking at the brick wall with more wistfulness than most people usually did. Before he entered the building, he peeked around the next corner, as if he expected you to come speeding by again. You didn’t.

After that, he noticed you more often, usually swerving around strangers as you cut through campus. Whenever he had the opportunity to say hello, he did so with a smile, and you returned it with a waggle of your fingers before disappearing into the crowd. Once, you nearly crashed into a railing. You laughed it off and gave him another wave along with a funny face. Hyunjin felt something inside him melt. Jeongin must have too since he headed to his next class with the most lovestruck expression Hyunjin had ever seen on him.

It was then that Jeongin began forming a plan.

Two weeks after the first meeting, Jeongin waited in the quad for you to show up. Just as he hoped, you came walking down the steps fifteen minutes later, skateboard tucked underneath your arm. It was supposed to seem like a coincidence, but Hyunjin had followed Jeongin as he scoured nearby skate spots, asking around about you. Yesterday, he had learned where you liked to practice tricks. He got up from his bench, hands hidden behind his back, and approached you with the same moves and confidence he had rehearsed in the bathroom mirror.

“Hey! How have you been?” he called up from the very bottom.

Meanwhile, Hyunjin groaned. Jisung, who Hyunjin had tracked down two days prior to this, also did so.

“You said he was a charmer,” Jisung complained. “Look at him. He can’t even charm dogs with a treat.”

“For your sake, I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that. Just wait though. It’s going to get better.”

Jisung huffed. “It better. She deserves the best.”

Fortunately, you took it all in stride and waved hello at Jeongin. When you were finally beside him, you answered, “I’ve been good, thanks. You’re not here to sue me, right?”

“No! I was actually wondering if you could teach me how to skateboard. If you have time, that is.”

“Really? But I almost killed you that one time. I mean, I’d be happy to, but it’s kind of weird after what happened.”

“I’d rather skateboard than walk, and you seem pretty good at it.”

You shifted your weight to one foot, and Hyunjin chuckled when he saw Jeongin’s eyes wander to your jutted-out hip. Jisung made a noise of disapproval.

“Okay, what is this really about?”

“Skateboarding,” Jeongin said. Then he took a step closer and held out a bundle of daisies towards you. “And lunch, if you want.”

You broke out into a grin. “I am a little hungry right now. L/N Y/N, skateboarding extraordinaire and ramen enthusiast, at your service.”

“Yang Jeongin, also a ramen enthusiast. Nice to officially meet you.”

Jeongin is still sleeping at his desk when Hyunjin arrives. He shifts and exhales when the wind from Hyunjin’s wings create a small breeze but does not wake.

“How could you break up with her?” Hyunjin says. “She’s amazing and wonderful, and you decide that you don't want to be with her? Sometimes I wonder what’s going on in your head.”

Silence.

“If I were human, I would have never done that, but…”

Jeongin shifts again, burying himself deeper into the crumpled hoodie he’s using as a pillow. The table squeaks, and a mechanical pencil rolls off the desk. Hyunjin quietly places the pencil back to its initial place and shuts off the lamp.

“Take care of yourself, and make good choices, okay? I can’t do that for you.”

Instead of flying back to Heaven, he perches on the roof of the building across from Jeongin’s. Jeongin finally wakes up and notices that his light is off. He glances at it confusedly for a few seconds, wondering if he misremembered leaving it on. In the end, he decides it’s not worth the effort and falls into his bed. He didn’t even spare you a thought, a crime in Hyunjin’s eyes.

Then he realizes he may have a bigger problem on his hands.

Jisung.

Jisung is going to be very upset when he finds out about this.

Over the weekend, you brought Jeongin to the quad to learn the basics.

“Put both feet on the board now,” you said as you walked alongside a skateboarding Jeongin. He was borrowing yours to practice, so he treated it with more reverence than a well-used board would need. Even though he was pushing with his back foot, he was going at a snail’s pace.

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I’m going to lose my balance and fall.”

Perhaps it wasn’t reverence after all.

You shook your head. “No, you won’t. You’re not going that fast anyway. You can just step off if you really feel like you are. Give it a shot.”

To his credit, Jeongin lifted his foot a few centimeters off the ground before planting it back. “I’m going to lose control.”

While you did your best to persuade Jeongin to give it another try, Jisung gave Hyunjin a dissatisfied look. “I remember you telling me he was a daredevil. What is happening?”

He didn’t exactly know either. “He’s in front of his crush; give him a break.”

“These two better not end up dating. She deserves so much better than him.”

Hyunjin gave him a dirty look, Jisung gave him a “What? It’s true” type of a shrug.

You step in front of the board. “How about this?” you said. “You stand on the board with both feet, and I’ll pull you along so you can get used to the feeling and be less of a scaredy cat.”

“Okay.”

You took both of his hands and slowly guided him backwards. At the same time, you instructed him to put more weight on one side to change directions. Jeongin was surprisingly stable, and Hyunjin watched proudly as his human suggested that you increase your speed a little.

“See? It’s not bad?” you said. “Keeping balance isn’t that hard, right?”

“Yeah. Also,” he grinned, his meek demeanor completely gone, “we’re holding hands now.”

Your eyes widened as you glanced down at your joined hands, and you let out a delighted gasp. “You sneaky little—” Much to Jeongin’s alarm, you let go and smirked. “If you go past the bench without constantly pushing, I’ll let you hold my hand when you walk me home.”

“Kind of presumptuous of you to assume that I would offer to walk you home,” he teased, resting one foot on the floor. “Or is that what you want me to do?”

“You asked me to lunch with flowers. You were going to.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Then he kicked off, skating past the bench with ease. Still going, he looked over his shoulder and shouted, “Do you want to grab doughnuts before you head home?”

“Watch the lamp!” you yelled as you ran towards him. “Jeongin, stop looking at me and turn around!”

The collision with the lamppost was unavoidable, so Hyunjin simply watched as Jeongin took a flying leap off your board and took a tumble on the concrete. While you fumbled for band aids — Jeongin’s knee was scraped and bloody — Jeongin patted his pockets to check that his phone had not fallen out.

“So doughnuts?” he sheepishly asked.

“Sure. I’ll buy.” You finally found one hidden in the bottom of your backpack along with an alcohol wipe. “Guess you get to hold my hand after all.”

“How are you so prepared?” he asked, nodding to the contents you had unceremoniously dumped out whilst rummaging. “You have tweezers and gauze?”

“My mom made me carry a first-aid kit with me when she found out that I skate to class. It comes in handy.” You ripped open the package. “This might hurt.”

“You can kiss it to feel better.”

You laughed and pressed the alcohol wipe to his knee. “You’re such a flirt, I love it. Does it hurt?”

“Yeah, hurts a lot.”

You opted to kiss the band aid instead, causing Jeongin to pout and Jisung to sigh in relief. When you stuck it onto his skin, Jeongin made a big production of being relieved from pain, which made you laugh and shove him.

“No! She’s in love with him,” Jisung groaned. His wings drooped, and Hyunjin swore his halo actually dimmed when you kept your hands in Jeongin’s after you pulled him up. “Well, Hyunjin, looks like you and I are going to be best friends.”

Hyunjin personally saw no issue with that. Like Jeongin, he had been charmed by your antics and your easygoing nature. Protecting his human’s friends, family, or lovers wasn’t part of Hyunjin’s duty, but he felt compelled to watch over you too.

Because if he were human, he would have fallen in love with you too.

In the midst of his lamenting, Jisung flies down and sits beside him on the roof. His wings are still slightly gray, and Hyunjin strangely begins to feel self-conscious of his pure white ones.

“Didn’t the Archangel forbid you from doing frivolous things?” Jisung says in lieu of a greeting. “I saw you at her apartment earlier.”

“I just wanted to check up on her. Not that I thought you lied,” he hastily adds. “I wanted to see for myself. She’s a little… distraught.”

“She got into a fight with her boyfriend. It’s normal.” When Hyunjin doesn’t reply or even make a sound, he grows concerned. “Is it something else? She’s getting sued, isn’t she? I knew it was going to happen someday. When I find that smug richie-rich, I’m going to—”

“Jeongin broke up with her.”

“What.”

Hyunjin repeats his sentence, trying to block the view of Jeongin’s bedroom with his body. Jisung looks like he’s ready to rain judgement onto him, and while Hyunjin is rather good at his job, he’s not sure if he can hold back an enraged guardian angel. Jisung takes several deep breaths before regaining the little composure he can muster.

“I knew I hated him for a reason. I knew he didn’t deserve her,” he spits out, though the venom in his voice wavers. “Why would he even break up with her? She loved him so much.”

Hyunjin shrugs. “That’s what I want to find out.”

“When you find out, let me know. I’m going to see her now.”

Hyunjin stays on the roof until sunrise. Jeongin sleeps without any trouble, and when he wakes up, he looks fresh-faced, no guilt hanging over his head. Hyunjin feels something inside him cracking apart.

You truly don’t deserve this.

“Do you think they’re going to crash and burn?” Jisung asked as he studied you and Jeongin walking through the park, practically glued to each other’s sides. “I think they’re moving too fast. It’s only been a month.”

Hyunjin really didn’t care about that. As long as you and Jeongin were happy, he was happy. “A month is a pretty long time for them. Mortal lives are short.”

“Exactly. They should be more selective about their life choices.”

Hyunjin only rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to you. You were pointing at the tiny carousel in the middle and tugging at Jeongin’s sleeve. You dragged him over and pushed a coin into the slot for the ride. The lights lit up and a carnival theme played while you struggled to wedge yourself between the saddle of an elephant and the roof of the carousel. Jeongin sat on the edge, beside the tiger, and chuckled at your flailing limbs.

Hyunjin suppressed his own laugh. You were something special. Just last week, the two of you had made it official and started dating. You had done it in the sweetest possible way.

You had taken him to a local skateboarding shop to help him pick out his first board. Once he had chosen one — the ‘one’ being a light blue deck patterned with multicolored doughnuts — the staff at the shop sent him to the back to try it out. Meanwhile, you made the age-old excuse of needing to use the restroom when you were actually getting the flowers you had hidden in the back.

Hyunjin had turned into a pile of fluff when you gave Jeongin the daisy bouquet and asked if he wanted to officially be your boyfriend. You were so earnest. Jeongin playfully pretended to think it over, a feat Hyunjin knew he wouldn’t have been able to do if he were in his position. There were no fireworks or confetti when Jeongin finally said yes, but the staff did clap and cheer. Jisung looked on with contempt. Hyunjin looked on with envy.

“You know,” Jisung abruptly said, snapping Hyunjin back to the present, “when her last boyfriend broke up with her, she had ice cream for dinner for a week.”

“Oh.”

“You see why I’m being wary of him now?”

Hyunjin did, but Jeongin was different. His previous relationships always ended well, and on one occasion, he remained friends with his ex. He sighed and decided that a change of topic was necessary so he wouldn’t have to potentially endure a tirade. “Did you hear about Minho’s human? The bank he worked at got robbed, and he got held at gunpoint.”

That caught the overprotective Jisung’s ear. “What? Is he okay?”

During Hyunjin’s recountment of Minho’s recountment, the carousel ride ended. You squeezed out of your spot, hitting your head on the roof, and Jeongin pulled you in for a forehead kiss. The world grew brighter when you smiled, he realized.

Hyunjin shadows Jeongin around all day, hoping to learn the reason for the breakup. Unfortunately, Jeongin doesn’t say anything. He does show some regret though, as he scrolls through past messages and old pictures. When he heads to classes, he opts to walk instead of skateboarding like usual and avoids the quad whenever possible.

In the evening, while Jeongin is chewing on his salad like a cow to cud, Hyunjin pays you a visit. He finds in the freezer section of the grocery store with three pints of ice cream in your basket. From the looks of it, you’re about to add another three to your haul. Peanut butter pretzel sounds equal parts delicious and confusing.

Hyunjin studies your expression, frowning at the same time you do. Your eyes are ringed with red, your jaw tight, and your eyebrows seem permanently furrowed. When he follows you back home, he half expects you to start crying on the way, but you hold fast and manage to open a pint of the salted caramel flavor before the tears finally come. There’s no wailing, just sniffling and the sound of you furiously wiping at your face with the sleeve of your hoodie. In the midst of it all, you find the strength to reorganize the freezer to make space for the other pints. Something about that makes Hyunjin’s heart drop.

By the time your roommate discovers you in the kitchen, the entire refrigerator has been reorganized and the ice cream finished. You sit in a dark room, your finger hovering above the ‘SEND’ button of a message to Jeongin. Hyunjin can see it if he flies above you: “Can you please just tell me why? You keep saying you did something wrong, but I don’t even know what it is. Please let me decide if it’s worth breaking up over.”

“Rough day?” she gently asks as she flips on the switch.

“Yeah.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Maybe tomorrow. I just wanna process it right now,” you hollowly say. You grab your skateboard — the same black, paint-splattered one you had last year — and unlock the front door. “I’m going out for a ride, but I’ll be back in an hour or so.”

“Stay safe.”

After you leave, Jisung phases through the kitchen walls and hisses at Hyunjin, “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with Jeongin?”

He nearly forgot about him. Eating dinner isn’t a dangerous task anyway though. Besides, if Jeongin does get physically harmed somehow, Hyunjin will feel an echo of the pain. Hyunjin glances at the door, and Jisung shakes his head.

“I’ll take care of her. Go back to Jeongin, and make sure he’s okay. You can’t keep leaving him all the time.”

“Fine, I’ll go.”

“Good.”

Hyunjin reluctantly goes back to Jeongin, who is still eating his salad. His resolve from last night is clearly gone as evidenced by his melancholy expression as he scrolls through even more photos. The one of you in mid-air makes him clutch his phone.

“Let me get one of you when you’re really high up,” Jeongin suggested. He was comfortable gliding around on a skateboard now, but nowhere comfortable enough to try any tricks. Nevertheless, that didn’t stop you from trying to get him to learn. The “pop shove it” was your favorite, solely for the amount of height you could get.

“Okay.”

As you did over and over again for your enthusiastic boyfriend who was unfortunately not that great of a photographer, Hyunjin observed from a rooftop behind Jeongin. Sometimes you looked like you were flying. He could imagine wings protruding from your back, and if the sun hit you just right, there appeared to be a halo as well.

“I got one!” Jeongin exclaimed as he held up his device to you. “Look.”

Hyunjin couldn’t see for himself, but your mouth dropped into an ‘o’ once you took a first glance. A flustered smile made its way onto your face, and everything about you turned soft.

“This looks amazing,” you said. You sidled up to him and rested your cheek against his shoulder, turning your head towards him. “I love you.”

The words hung in the air for a few seconds as both Hyunjin and Jeongin tried to process them. This was the first time you had ever said them, and it came seemingly out of nowhere. Hyunjin recovered first.

“Say ‘I love you’ back, you moron,” Hyunjin whispered, like Jeongin would be able to hear him from this distance. “‘I love you too.’”

“I wanted to say it first,” Jeongin finally said. “Ugh, I had it all planned out too. We were supposed to get doughnuts after this, and I was going to buy you one of those heart-shaped ones.”

You kissed him on the cheek and intertwined your fingers with his. “We can still do that.”

At the doughnut shop, he said the words second, and you kissed him again, leaving a crystal of glaze on the corner of his mouth. Hyunjin licked his lips as if you had left it on him instead.

“Did you find out?” Jisung asks when Hyunjin leaves Jeongin to check up on you. You’re skating around the city, making sharp swerves and weaving in-between lampposts. Jisung is trailing behind you in the sky, but he slows when he sees Hyunjin approaching.

“No, but—”

“Then go back to him. Hyunjin,” Jisung sighs, “I know you care about her, but she’s not your human. Jeongin’s your responsibility.”

“I know but—”

“Go back. And I’m telling you this not as your friend but as your senior. You’re a guardian angel, and you need to take your responsibilities seriously. I’ll get the Archangel involved if I have to. Do you want to get Seungminned?”

The threat of the Archangel strangely doesn’t scare him anymore, however. In fact, the Archangel being involved may solve many of his current issues.

“I’ll find you again when I find out,” Hyunjin slowly says.

Jisung nods in approval before racing after you again. Hyunjin heads to Heaven, not to keep an eye over his human but to become human.

Ten months into Jeongin’s relationship with you, Hyunjin asked Minho, “Is it possible to give up your divinity?”

Minho gave Hyunjin a curious look. “Is being a guardian angel that taxing for you? You haven’t even experienced a full lifespan yet. I know, twenty year-olds are annoying, but it’s not nearly as bad as forty year-olds and their mid-life crisis.”

“I’m just curious. Or, as a last resort,” he added, hoping that Minho would stop being suspicious if he joked about it. “My human’s been making some dumb choices.”

A lie, but Minho fell for it.

“I told you he was going to be a troublemaker!” he cackled. He sympathetically patted Hyunjin’s back. “If I’m being honest, I thought about it a few times. I always get assigned to the troublemakers. Probably because the higher-ups hate me for not tolerating their BS. They’re always playing favorites. Anyway, the easiest way is to get expelled by the Archangel. It’s happened a few times before.”

“Can’t you just ask him?”

Minho smirked. “You don’t think other angels have tried that? He only expels the ones who don’t want to be. It’s supposed to be a punishment.”

“What’s the hard way then?”

“Same thing minus the Archangel getting involved: your wings getting cut off,” he matter-of-factly answered. “The halo will break once your wings are detached. It’s only been done once, by the way.”

Hyunjin absentmindedly rubbed the area where the bones of his wings met with his shoulder blades. All he needed were two clean cuts across his practically impenetrable back.

“How do you do that?”

“With the Archangel’s sword. Another angel has to cut it though; you can’t do it yourself.”

The Archangel would likely banish him to Hell for even asking about his weapon. If Hyunjin ever did manage to steal the sword away, Jisung would never agree to it. He couldn’t just ask any angel to help him.

“How do you know about all this?” Hyunjin asked.

Minho hesitated, something he rarely did. He quickly recovered, hiding his sudden apprehension with his usual devil-may-care nonchalance. “I can’t give away all of my secrets.”

“We’re friends, aren’t we?”

Friends. The word hung in the air like the sun, and Hyunjin knew that Minho would tell him because underneath all of his bluster was loneliness. Because no one liked Minho, or if they did, they still avoided him anyway.

“Yeah, we are,” Minho answered, smiling for a second before a strange expression crossed over his face, pride mixed with a touch of sadness. “Do you really think the Archangel would have expelled one of his favorite guardian angels that easily?”

“Who are you talking about?”

“Seungmin. He asked me to cut his wings for him.”

“I need you to cut my wings,” are Hyunjin’s first words to Minho after not speaking to him for days.

To his credit, Minho is only speechless for a few seconds. The dove in his hand pecks at him for more headpats before he recovers. “Well, do you have the sword?”

“No, but I think I can get it. When I do though, would you do it? You’re the only one I trust.”

Minho sighs and tosses the bird out of Heaven, grimacing a bit when he hears it squawk. When he faces Hyunjin, he smiles the same smile he did when he talked about Seungmin. “It’s always me, huh? I’ll do you one better. I’ll steal the sword for you. The Archangel’s been pissing me off anyway.”

For once, Hyunjin’s thoughts are not on you but his friend. He imagined that Minho would be willing, but perhaps he’s too willing. “Are you trying to get expelled as well? We can go together.”

“No, I like being immortal. I hate all of the BS I get put through sometimes, but the Archangel can’t kick me out. He swore an oath to me a long time ago before he got promoted, and it’s pretty much unbreakable. Besides, even Heaven needs a scapegoat.”

That explains why virtually no angels interact with Minho, Hyunjin being the exception. He has never heard of the Archangel being oathsworn, though it seems likely that the Archangel wants to keep that a secret.

“How are you going to get it?” Hyunjin asks. “How did Seungmin even get it? The Archangel always has it with him.”

“Seungmin was one of his favorites,” Minho reminds him. “He had easy access to him, and the Archangel trusted him enough to let him borrow it for ‘a study.’ Don’t worry about me though. Just wait for me on Earth. Somewhere where no one goes. I’ll find you, slice off your wings, and the Archangel won’t even know what happened to you.”

“That’s not possible. He always keeps it on him.”

Minho shrugs, a gleam in his eyes. “I’ve done it before. Why do you think I’m the scapegoat?”

Seungmin. For Minho and now Hyunjin, being Seungminned didn’t mean being expelled for being frivolous anymore; it meant leaving of your own accord.

“What happened to him?” Hyunjin asked. “Why didn’t the Archangel grant his divinity back? Someone should have spotted him on Earth.”

Minho’s wry grin was back. “You think the Archangel wanted everyone to find out the golden boy of Heaven no longer wanted to be an angel? Plenty of angels already saw him roaming Earth. It was easier to let everyone think that Seungmin was banished. So when they saw him on Earth, he was just a fallen angel, nothing important.” He nudged Hyunjin’s arm, and the solemn atmosphere vanished. “A troublemaking human isn’t all that bad. Like I said, the twenties are annoying, but they’re manageable. Is he one of those partying types?”

“He goes out sometimes,” Hyunjin carefully replied. Jeongin liked hanging out with his friends and you — mostly you, now that Hyunjin thought about it — but he wasn’t getting blackout drunk every night. At least, Hyunjin hoped he wasn’t. He usually watched over you if you were ever in the vicinity. “Speaking of which, I should check up on him.”

Minho said his goodbyes, and Hyunjin flew back to Earth once he saw that you weren’t with Jeongin. You were studying at your desk, rolling a pen between your fingers, reading through a document on your laptop. The desk light casted a warm glow on your face. You frowned, and your lower lip swelled outwards.

He wished he were human.

Just as Minho said, Hyunjin waits for him to arrive in a secluded part of the university campus. The building rooftop is devoid of anyone, and the area surrounding it is empty as well. The evening turns into night, then night into the early morning when the sky begins lightening. Still, Minho has not come.

He distantly wonders how Jeongin is faring and his promise to Jisung. When he’s human, he’ll ask Jeongin directly, maybe in disguise of a survey: “Why did you break up with your last partner?” Even to him, it sounds stupid. However, that’s not the real reason why he’s giving up his divinity, so it hardly matters to him. Jisung is resourceful; he’ll find out eventually.

Finally, when the sun peeks over the horizon, Minho descends from Heaven, a familiar silver sword in his hand. He lands beside Hyunjin, a triumphant smile on his face. But his usual humor has been replaced with solemnity.

“You’re sure about this?” he asks as he rests the blade on the top of Hyunjin’s wings.

He has never felt so sure of anything in his life. “Yes.”

“It’s going to hurt.”

“Then make it quick.”

Searing pain shoots through his body as the sword pierces through the thin skin and into the bone. The process is not as nearly as seamless as Hyunjin hoped it would be, and Minho breathes heavily as he pushes the blade down. Bones snap, feathers drift to the floor, and blood trickles down his back. The pain only grows greater near the end, but Hyunjin grits his teeth and keeps quiet. Dawn breaks when his wings finally fall to the floor, no longer white but splattered with red. Soon they fade into dust, and the remnants scatter into the wind. His golden halo shatters into sunlight. The world dulls as the last of his powers disappear, but everything feels much better than when he was an angel.

“Thank you,” he whispers to Minho, who he cannot even look at anymore. His eyes would be burned.

“You’re fallen, not quite mortal and not quite divine. You won’t be affected by all of an angel’s power.”

When Hyunjin cautiously glances at him, Minho waves the bloody sword at him. “See?”

“Yeah.” He wanted humanity, but this is good enough for him. He just needs you to be able to see him, hear him, touch him.

“I need to go back before Heaven becomes Hell, but find Seungmin if you can. He can help you figure things out. Last I heard, he’s living somewhere in the mountains.”

“Thank you,” he repeats. “Minho, I can’t even put it into words about how much this means to me. Thank you for everything you’ve done.”

Minho pats his shoulder before stripping off his clean shirt. “Clean yourself before you leave. No one wants to witness a walking crime scene this early in the morning.”

When he flies back to Heaven, the last thing Hyunjin sees are his wings, still pure white.

“Hey,” you said as you laced your fingers with Jeongin’s. He had just finished class, and you had waited for him outside the building. Hyunjin had sat on the other end of the bench, savoring the proximity. That was the closest he would ever get to you. “Are you busy tonight? The skate shop just announced — literally an hour ago, those jerks — that they were doing a midnight drop, and I kind of want a new deck.”

“Ugh, I’ve been meaning to buy new trucks, but I have to meet up with my group tonight. Send me pictures though.”

Disappointment only momentarily flooded through Hyunjin. If it was anything like the last two meetups, it would be at the library, and the library was a safe place. Jeongin would be fine there. Hyunjin would be free to shadow you as you went to the skate shop.

“I can get it for you,” you offered.

He shook his head. “It’s fine. Maybe I’ll just wait for a sale.”

“Don’t be surprised if I do get you new trucks,” you warned. You let go of his hand and held his arm. “I still owe you for last month’s dinner.”

Jeongin shook his head again, a smile making its way onto his face. “You don’t owe me anything but a kiss.”

“Flirt,” you laughed as you pressed your lips to his cheek. “Never change, Yang Jeongin.”

That night at the skate shop, Hyunjin hovered above you as you stood in line, chatting with others. There were no unscrupulous characters around, but he stayed with you, only going back to Jeongin when Jisung insisted. However, by then, Hyunjin had already seen you eyeing the shiny teal trucks through the window. Hyunjin knew nothing about skateboards even after all those months, but you seemed pleased by them.

“You’re only getting trucks for sure?” your brand new acquaintance asked. “This is, like, the biggest drop they’ve ever done.”

You shrugged. “I’m kind of on the fence about the decks I saw on the email. I don’t know. Maybe wheels too?”

Meanwhile, Jisung hissed, “Hyunjin, go before something happens. What if a fight breaks out?”

Hyunjin sincerely doubted that one would happen at the library. He lingered around, taking his time unfolding his wings and stretching them.

“Your boyfriend’s lucky,” your acquaintance sighed.

“Nah, I’m the lucky one.”

Daisies, that’s what he needs right now. Choosing the rooftop of a building was not a smart decision, but the access door is thankfully unlocked, and Hyunjin races down all of the emergency stairs. However, with no form of currency on him, Hyunjin heads to the quad, hoping that he can pull up some dandelions for you. You need to be supported, and bright yellow flowers are just the thing.

What he doesn’t expect though, is to find you doing pop shove its at your usual spot. It’s so early in the day; did you even go back to your apartment to sleep?

“Good morning,” he calls as he walks closer. He waves at you, and you can see him! You tentatively wave back and give him a halfhearted smile. “How are you today? You look beautiful.”

“Thanks, and I’m fine,” you politely reply as you take a step back away from him. “What about you?”

Hyunjin curses in his head and takes another step towards you. “I’m good. Really good, actually. I was wondering if you could teach me how to skateboard. I’m new here, and skateboarding seems like an efficient way to get around.”

You flinch at his words, and he desperately wants to take them back. How did Jeongin do it? Why do his statements come out so stiff? “You seem pretty good at it.”

“Are you not cold?” you blurt out. Hyunjin curses again as he realizes that he’s shirtless. His old one was stained, and Minho’s was as well as the result of his cleanup. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. “You know, I have to get going, but it was nice meeting you.”

“Hyunjin. My name’s Hyunjin.”

“Nice meeting you, Hyunjin.”

You grab your board and immediately head off to the direction of your apartment. Hyunjin is tempted to follow, but he stays where he is. A bad first impression isn’t the end of the world. The only thing holding him back is his lack of a shirt.

He wanders through the quad, scanning the grass for some flowers. Most of them are the white, fluffy dandelions, but he needs the bright yellow version. However, he takes the white ones anyway in case he can’t find any. The wind scatters the seeds, and he—

“Hyunjin, I told you not to come back.”

Jisung.

Hyunjin turns around, dropping his bouquet onto the ground. To his horror, not only is Jisung present but also the Archangel. His sword is strapped to his side like usual, not a blood splatter tainting it. Minho did an excellent job of cleaning up the crime scene.

“Jisung, Archangel,” Hyunjin nervously greets. The Archangel frightens him now. “How can I help you?”

“Jisung, why did you bring me here?” the Archangel asks. “I have other things to attend to.”

“He’s abandoned his human too many times, and I don’t think he’s fit to be a guardian angel anymore.”

The Archangel grasps the hilt of his sword and studies Hyunjin, up and down, back and forth. He circles him, and Hyunjin can almost feel his mortality-divinity shining through his body. Jisung hasn’t noticed yet, but there is no doubt the Archangel hasn’t.

“Normally,” the Archangel begins, “the punishment for not fulfilling your duties as a guardian angel is being expelled from Heaven. But you have already fallen.”

“What?” comes Jisung’s shocked voice.

“It was a mistake,” Hyunjin tries. Minho’s words ring in his ear: He only expels the ones who don’t want to be. “I thought I wanted humanity, but I’ve realized that being a guardian angel is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Please. Grant me my divinity back. I will never abandon my human again. I will swear an oath if I have to.”

The Archangel smiles with no teeth, and a chill runs down Hyunjin’s spine. “I’m in a forgiving mood today, so I will do just as you ask. Your divinity will be granted back, but you will no longer be a guardian angel. I’m stripping you of those powers and those duties. You will be replaced immediately. It was my mistake for tasking you with such a large responsibility when you weren’t ready yet.”

With just a snap of the Archangel’s fingers, Hyunjin’s senses sharpen, and the world comes hurtling at him. Nothing is dull anymore, but everything feels so dark and wrong. You will never be able to see him, hear him, or talk to him again. And he will never be able to either. Power surges inside of him, and new wings burst through his shoulder blades, fanning out once they reappear. A silver halo hangs over his head. There is no physical pain into becoming immortal again, yet he wishes there was something. Everything he and Minho did was erased with ease.

Hyunjin swallows the lump in his throat. “Thank you,” he chokes out.

“You’re very welcome. Come along now. Only guardian angels are allowed to be on Earth.”

Hyunjin follows the Archangel back to Heaven while Jisung goes after you. The Archangel loudly deliberates on who he should be replaced with, and Hyunjin knows that his request was not granted with kindness. The Archangel informs that he will be a messenger again. Hyunjin barely hears him as he takes one last look at Earth. Jeongin is there. Jisung is there. You are there.

Hyunjin avoids Minho’s eyes as he flies inside the realm behind the Archangel and hides among the rest of the regular angels until he is called to send a message. The higher-ups recognize him, make snide remarks about his demotion, and make pitiful faces at him. He barely registers them. There is a hollowness in him, and no matter how many memories he recalls, it isn’t enough to fill the void.

A few weeks later, Jisung approaches him, but even he stays a healthy distance away. “Hyunjin.” The disdain is clear.

“Jisung.”

“You knew about the reason all along, didn’t you? You were there when it happened.”

“When what happened?”

Realization dawns upon Jisung, and he shakes his head in disgust. “I should have known. You weren’t with him that night because you left him like you always did! You could have done something. Make him fall off his chair or something. Make the girl lose her balance. Instead, both of our humans suffered because you weren’t there.”

“What happened?”

“A girl from his group project randomly kissed him, and he thought he had been leading her on and cheating on his own girlfriend, so he broke up with her because he thought that would be the right thing to do instead of just telling her what actually happened. They’re back together now because he finally got the nerve to give her closure. It took nearly a month. They were miserable for a month. All because of you.”

It stings. “They’re okay now, right?”

“They’re fine, no thanks to you.” Just when Hyunjin thinks he’s going to leave, he takes a step forward, lips curled into sneer. “You know, angels and humans aren’t allowed to be with each other. It’s been forbidden for millenia.”

“I know,” he whispers. “But I loved her, and I had to try.”

“She would have never chosen you anyway.”

He never had a chance, did he?

~ ad.gray

Yes, you did! I remembered it and wondered if you were going to come back! Hope you enjoyed this! <3

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megan-is-mia · 3 years ago

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Could I ask for Peacock Vil with #209? Like he's in his mating season and she is rejecting all his advances.

(This one is kind of long sorry) 209. “The way you say my name feel so fucking good…keep saying it.” (Yandere! Peacock Vil Schoenheit x Fem! S/o) (WARNING NSFW AND NON-CON AHEAD!)

Ever since she was a young girl (Y/n) had known what her future would be. Born to a concubine in the Peacock King’s harem there was only one fate open to her: to become a harem-girl like her mother before her and serve her master obediently. This fact had been drilled into her since toddlerhood. Yet there was something that gave her hope and kept her from fully accepting her destiny. She had a special friend, a secret friend who lived in the castle as well. They’d never seen each other’s faces but spoke to one another every day through a hole in the wall between the two grand gardens of the palace. Her friend called themself Scélérat, and they loved two things: knowledge and beauty. Each day they would teach (Y/n) new things they’d learned from the books in the library.

With every scrap of knowledge (Y/n) gained she found new strength in herself. When she was with Scélérat she wasn’t just a lowly harem girl, she was a person who mattered in this world. Yet as the years went by things began to change, she began to be plagued with more and more duties to make her into the ideal concubine. Even worse the Peacock King’s son Vil demanded that she become his personal servant and tend to him daily.

“(Y/n) why do you stand so far from my side? Come closer darling I won’t bite” Vil cooed as he lounged back on the chaise longue and gestured for the servant to come closer. (Y/n) grit her teeth but obeyed, she despised the peacock-man and his father and everything they stood for. If it wasn’t for the king and the prince, she and her mother would not be bound to a life of sexual servitude.

Vil pulled (Y/n) down into his lap as she came closer, she had grown more beautiful than he could ever have hoped for. He still remembered with total clarity when he’d first met her, back when they were children still innocent of heart. She’d been crying in the garden and he’d spoken to her through the wall. (Y/n) had spilled out her sorrows to him and he felt his heartache for the first time in his life.

He hadn’t told her his name then, for that would have ruined everything. To her, he would be Scélérat, someone she could always depend on to be there for her and lift her up. But as time has gone by their meetings had grown shorter and less frequent, it was not her fault that she wasn’t able to meet him. (Y/n) was blooming into a beautiful young woman and therefore she had to know her duties as a concubine.

That didn’t mean he would let her slip away from him. Sure for now she may not love him as Prince Vil, but he would win her yet. He was sure of it, she had no choice in the matter. When he became king he would dismiss most of the harem that his father had amassed. Of course, he would make sure the concubines went to good homes but he would not need so many women to keep him happy. The only woman he needed to be happy was (Y/n), she would be his queen in all but name. He wished he could make her queen proper but he knew patience would be key to being successful in his endeavors. If he gave her that power before he knew for certain that she was loyal to him everything could go down in flames. Vil could not let the love in his heart cloud his judgment on the matter.

(Y/n) hated how intimately the prince touched her. His hands made her skin crawl and she felt like she needed to scrub her skin clean after every encounter with him. The other harem girls gossiped that she must be his favorite since she was the only girl he’d ever called to his chambers. However, she did not care whether or not she was the prince’s favorite for she would never care for him.

For her heart already belonged to another, her beloved Scélérat, yes they were her beloved. Though she had never had the courage to tell them of her feelings for them and now she was unlikely to ever have the chance to tell them with the prince hoarding her time and body. The only relief she had was the fact the prince and king’s mating season would soon start and none would be allowed near their rooms nor them. Perhaps in this downtime (Y/n) would gain from the prince’s season she’d be able to speak to Scélérat again and set things straight. However, until the season started she would be quite busy with Prince Vil. In the week leading up to his mating season, the prince began acting strangely towards her. One could almost call it affectionate, the way he spoke to her and tried to shower her in gifts of clothes and jewelry. “He must be trying to court you” another harem girl suggested when (Y/n) spoke of her concerns one evening. “The gift-giving, the affectionate words, the only sensible explanation is that his more bestial brain is piloting and he wants you to be his mate” she added making (Y/n) cringe with disgust. Her? The prince’s mate? No way! There was no way she would ever become the prince’s mate!

Yet despite her unwillingness, she found herself being locked in with the prince on the day his rut started. At first, he seemed totally unaware of her presence in the room, jerking furiously on his bed and grunting in a low voice. This was a side of Vil she’d never seen before, who was this unrefined creature unable to think of anything but sex? She could almost feel pity for him, almost.

(Y/n) was so deep in her thoughts that she didn’t even notice when the prince had given up trying to pleasure himself and was creeping towards her. Suddenly she found herself being pulled and forced down on the bed as Vil climbed atop of her with a lecherous grin. (Y/n) grimaced and tried to kick him off even as he leaned down to capture her lips in a hungry kiss and ran his hands down her sides.

“Finally, I have you where I want you… I’ve been waiting for this day for years” Vil said in a coo as he pulled away from the kiss. “Ever since we were young I knew you were the one for me my darling” he added leaning in for another kiss. (Y/n) turned her head away confused by the prince’s words. “What… What are you talking about! You aren’t making any sense!” she said, trying to kick him again. “Even when we’re this close to one another you still don’t recognize me? You cannot recognize your oldest friend?” the prince said, leaning down to speak in (Y/n)’s ear. “Your dear Scélérat sits before you and yet you do not see?” he whispered before pressing a kiss to her ear. This revelation froze (Y/n) to her core, the prince… he was the one she’d loved for so long? Impossible! She could not accept, she would not accept this to be true!

“I don’t believe you! You must be lying! Scélérat is a good person, unlike you! He would never let me remain a harem girl if he had the power to free me like you do!” (Y/n) said in a hiss. “Oh I have every intention of freeing you, just not yet… first I must become king so I can make you my wife” Vil said nuzzling the young woman playfully. “But such serious matters can wait until another day, let us enjoy each other’s company” he concluded.

(Y/n) knew exactly what he meant by “enjoy each other’s company” and she wanted none of it. She tried to push him away again even as he kissed down her front, yanking her top down to lavish her breasts with attention. (Y/n) had never had the curiosity to try touching herself in such a matter and as such her body jolted with the new sensations Vil forced upon her with his mouth and hands.

“You saved yourself for me didn’t you darling?” the peacock-man said with a croon, his hands darting further down (Y/n)’s body to run down her thighs. “I wish I had the patience to wait until our wedding night to do this… but I suppose there really is nothing wrong with getting started on making an heir right?” he mused to himself as the young woman below him felt her blood run cold. Her? Carry the prince’s heir? She couldn’t think of many things worse than bearing a child for this man! Perhaps she could stop him from doing this tonight? Maybe she could spare herself such a fate by taking command now? (Y/n) reached down clumsily searching for the prince’s cock and taking it firmly in her grip. Without hesitation, she began jerking him off quickly as he began to buck into her hold. “Mmmph fuck that feels so good” Vil said, his tail feathers spreading behind him as he fucked himself into the girl’s fist and let his head lol back in pleasure. It didn’t take long for him to cum messily onto (Y/n)’s body with a weak grin. “That was delightful darling, now allow me to return the favor” the prince said situating himself between the girl’s thighs. He pulled her undergarments aside before pressing his mouth to her cunt. This was not what she had wanted to have happen! She’d touched him hoping that it would be enough to please him so he wouldn’t impregnate her. He wasn’t supposed to try and return the favor of pleasuring! (Y/n) weakly kicked at the prince as he sucked on her clit and drove his tongue deep into her cunt. It felt like he was trying to clean her insides out with his mouth and she could feel her eyes rolling back in her skull. “P-puh-prince Vil!” (Y/n) squealed desperately and to her surprise, the peacock-man stopped. “The way you say my name feel so fucking good…keep saying it” the prince groaned out before he began tongue-fucking her again. It didn’t take long until the harem girl was seeing white and cumming all over Vil’s face. He licked up her release greedily before spreading her legs and scooting so his cock brushed against her pussy.

“I’ll try to be gentle, considering this is your first time… but I can't promise I won’t lose control” Vil cooed before starting to sink into (Y/n)’s depths. It didn’t take much before the young woman was squirming with discomfort. The prince was so big compared to her and his cock was just as proportionally big. The kisses that he pressed to her face did nothing to ease the pain he was causing her at this moment. “Hold on for me darling… I just need to get all the way in and then I'll make you feel really good” the prince promised. He continued to sink into her, stretching her like she’d never been stretched before. His fingers teased her clit made it almost bearable but still it wasnt enough to take the pain away. Finally, Vil was all the way in and let out a long gasp. He nuzzled (Y/n)’s shoulder before kissing it.

“You feel so tight around me… it feels amazing… I'm going to make you feel amazing too” the peacock-man said, his tail feathers shaking with delight. He pulled back a little bit before slamming back into (Y/n) with a grunt. He repeated this action over and over again each time striking a spot deep inside the harem girl’s cunt that made her see stars and moan for him like he wanted. Gradually Vil’s movements got faster and faster, gripping the bedframe as he fucked (Y/n) with all his might. The young woman came so many times yet the prince showed no signs of wearing out despite the many times he had also cum as he pounded her into the bed. “I’m gonna plant an entire nest in your womb darling… you’ll like that won’t you? Soon you’ll be a wife, a mother, and a queen just like you deserve…” THE END

#Twisted Wonderland #Yandere Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Yandere TWST #Yandere Vil Schoenheit #Vil Schoenheit

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ootahime · 3 years ago

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analyzing every gojohime moment in the manga >:) pt. 3

more and more paragraphs ahead. BE PREPARED!

i’m also writing this at 3 am so please bear with the horrendous grammar and punctuation.

chapter 63

i know he’s probably like this with everyone but i love how excited he is bragging about his students to her. he’s like a child telling his mother about an amazing adventure he had with his friends, making sure he mentions every detail. in the anime, their conversation lasted for 3:41 :3 backwards 341 is 143 which means i love you.

1 letter = i

4 letters = love

3 letters = you

chapter 63

i love her fit! i also like how both of them like to wear baggy clothing that accentuates their collarbones `w` it’s like they’re matching in a way. even if she did tell him to cut the crap, she still let him run his mouth to his content LOL i feel like if he didn’t compliment himself at the end, she would have said something different. UGH HE LOOKS SO HAPPY CALLING HER

ah, let me translate the conversation just in case anyone needs it.

utahime: you wanted to talk about the investigation, right?

gojo: well, got any idea who?

utahime: i have no idea. no one seems suspicious. what do we do now? should we ask the students for help?

gojo: yeah, that’s fine. i’m busy so asking the kids would be okay. keep looking. i’m counting on you.

I THINK THAT’S WHAT THEY’RE TRYING TO SAY.

OR it could mean that she’s asking if they should start investigating the students. it would make sense either way because gojo says in the next panel that he doesn’t want to assume that the mole is a student, and in chapter 79, gojo sends the trio to utahime to help her.

chapter 63

these two love their students to death. neither of them wanted to assume that the mole was a student. in chapter 79, when utahime is talking to the trio about the mole, nobara points out to the group that the traitor must be from kyoto because utahime is the one who’s reaching out to the tokyo side. utahime has a dismal look on her face, almost like she’s saying, “i didn’t want it to turn out this way -- for this to be true.” after mechamaru says his farewells to miwa on the train, mai tries to talk about what he did to which utahime says, “it doesn’t matter, he’s dead, after all,” with a similar sunken expression. i just love how her care for the students is one of the biggest aspects of her personality that’s been showcased so far. it’s also cool how it ties together with gojo’s belief that no child’s youth should be taken away. i truly think these two have the capacity to understand each other to a deep level, down to the core. seeing as utahime is also a teacher, it’s safe to assume that she also wants to raise the next generation of sorcerers to be strong. utahime and gojo’s similarities and contrasting elements are so interwined, i really wonder if it’s intentional. like am i looking too much into this? are utahime and gojo really meant to be this connected? think about it. similar motivations, care of the kids, contrasting palettes, the bickering, long history. IT’S JUST TOO MUCH.

also can we mention how their phone calls and meetings must be heavily planned out? this means they’ve talked and interacted with each other A LOT behind the scenes. she doesn’t answer his call with “what do you want? don’t bother me on my day off.” she knows exactly why he’s calling her and they even speak in code. she probably meets up with him and tells him to call her on a specific day and at a specific time. they must know each other’s schedules very well in order to execute this investigation in complete secrecy. when he says, “we can never be too sure who is listening in around utahime” it implies that they find calling a risk, so in order to guarantee that there is no one around, they have to meet up in person. see where i’m getting at? they talk A LOTTT and most likely are aware of each other’s daily lives.

the fact that gojo is her main source of stress when he’s literally a 3 hour train ride away from her is hilarious LMAOOOO. you know what that means, right? he must call and text her constantly about random things to annoy her.

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ah yes, my favorite moment by far. look at that smile on his face.

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he loves saying her name. he probably rushed over with the sole purpose of doing something like this to her LMAOOOO like i mean, mei was in there with her so technically they both needed to be helped but judging from his words and expression, he only wanted to help utahime. notice how mei’s not there in the debris. could she possibly have suspected gojo’s presence or an outside force? or was she fast enough to avoid being in the debris? either way, her lack of presence in this scene helps highlight the fact that this is a special interaction between utahime and gojo. he refers to her in a very familiar sense. the most formal way to address someone is by their last name followed by the honorific, -san. in gojo’s case, he should be calling her iori-san if they weren’t acquainted. he doesn’t even bother to call her utahime-senpai. granted, gojo is not the most respectful and socially competent person out there because geto points this out to him. he isn’t even aware that she finds him annoying because he views her bad attitude toward him as her just playing along with him. he probably thinks she’s flirting back LOLOL

since he asks her “you cryin?” that definitely means that gojo witnessed her crying on one occasion or maybe multiple. who knows, the old utahime could have been a very emotional person. while this is happening, mei is close to gojo, she then asks him if he would console her if she were to cry in a flirtatious manner. gojo dismisses her attempt at flirting with him and says she won’t cry because she’s strong. now normally, you’re supposed to face the person you’re talking to, GOJO. he KEEPS his eyes on her even when more people come to join the conversation.

now, we can all agree that geto, mei, and shoko are better at picking up social cues than gojo. they probably knew the vibe of the conversation and decided to play along with gojo’s antics.

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WE were worried about you.

pay attention to the order of the characters that show up. gojo makes his appearance first, then geto, followed by shoko. based on utahime’s reaction to seeing shoko, it’s evident that these two share a close bond. shouldn’t shoko be the one to arrive on the scene first? she’s the closest to utahime and would therefore be more concerned about her condition, right? i know shoko’s technique doesn’t really allow her to do anything other than treat the wounds of others, but if you heard your friend was missing, you would definitely rush to the scene.

look at geto’s reaction when mei says, “you’re the one who’s picking on her, geto. you don’t even know it.” i think it’s mei who’s saying this because gojo calls geto “suguru”. but anyway, mei is aware that they’re picking on her. i don’t think she’s the type to legitimately bully someone for their strength. her reaction to all of this is very playful and her “heh heh heh” is proof of that. when geto shows up and swallows the curse before it gets to utahime, he says, “satoru. it’s not nice to pick on the weak.” by saying this, he pisses utahime off because he too, is joining in on gojo’s joke. i believe he’s unaware that he’s making fun of utahime because his reaction is “gah!” with a sweatdrop. he probably thought gojo was making fun of weak people in general.

geto’s usually a gentleman seeing as it is canon that he is more popular with girls than gojo. BUT WHO KNOWS...you gotta be a specific type of person to be best friends with gojo. maybe he ain’t shit too... okay, my point is that everyone is just playing along. when shoko shows up, utahime is relieved to see her because shoko doesn’t tease her like this. since utahime tells shoko to not become like those two, this implies that geto teases her as well (probably not as much as gojo). we all know geto is really big on looking out for the weak so he probably wouldn’t have insulted her for real.

verdict: utahime being weak is just a joke. i’ve mentioned this so many times, sorry if it’s getting annoying and repetitive hehehehehe...

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these three aren’t irresponsible. geto and gojo are a troublesome duo for sure, but they’re dependable. seems unlike them to forget something so simple and essential to pretty much every mission.

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here’s my headcanon. they were hanging outside or in the car when their assistant manager got a call. the assistant was informed that two days have elapsed since mei and utahime went on their mission (or last contacted someone).

gojo: that’s weird. mei’s with her so they should have finished exorcising the spirit sooner.

geto: you think something happened to them? maybe it’s a strong special grade.

gojo: utahime probably dragged mei down with her. poor mei-san~

gojo gets up

geto: where are you going?

gojo: going to save utahime! it’s fine i’ll put up a curtain!

manager: gojo wait!!!!!!!!!!!

geto sighs

shoko: that idiot’s always running off without us.

they pin the blame on gojo for saying that he’ll put up a curtain and leaving the assistant manager behind. you know what this means? he ran and the manager couldn’t catch up HEHE... why the rush, gojo? were you actually concerned about her?

tbh i don’t see gojo ever running to something unless it’s urgent. the fact that he ran to save her says a lot.

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let me know if you have any thoughts or questions! i forgot to add this but gojo had a more serious expression when he was explaining how they must’ve been trapped in a barrier that messes with time. he then states, “we thought it was weird even though you’re here, mei.” i know he was probably worried sick because if mei couldn’t be contacted then that means something must’ve happened to utahime too. okay that’s it for now. i’ll be bringing up this little detail i’ve noticed about utahime in the manga next :3

#gojohime #gouta #gojo x utahime

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High Ransom.

Pairing |Mafia!BTS x innocent!reader

Genre | smut, angst, dark themed, mafia AU.

Summary | “They all knew your mothers word was good for nothing, she’d never pay it back. So they settled for a painful compromise.”

!warnings! Please read this before reading the fic| 18+ mature language, perverse actions, virginity loss, violent sex, anal sex, oral fem and male receiving, financial struggle, parent death, strict and neglecting mother, cum eating, darcyphilia, urolagnia,slight hate-fuck,reader insert is of age, extremely naive & innocent insert. I do not agree or support any actions depicted in this fictional work,rape. !!NON-CON!! !!non-con!!

| this is not in anyway shape or form a true depiction or representation of BTS, this is a work of fiction and is not to be taken seriously. For entertainment purposes only.|

(this is my work, please don’t repost or steal)

Requested [open for request] words: 4k.

A/N: 200 Follwers?! Hi, I love y’all sm 🤧. But on a serious note, this is the filthiest thing I’ve ever written, I warned y’all. Also the longest one of written yet. I hope it isn’t too much :’) please excuse any mistakes or grammatical errors.

Could they be running late? Shivering you sat in the windowsill towel wrapped around you keeping a sharp eye for their large dark SUV you loved so dearly. They were supposed to be here today, right? Getting up you stretch your legs going to look at your heavily decorated calendar,‘Friends Day!!’ In bright pink informed you, yes indeed they were to be here today.

A smile crept on your face, the confirmation made you feel giddy, the thought of seeing them again made you excited beyond belief. “Y/n I just know you’re dressed and not dripping all over the carpet!” Your mother teased from the living room. You swore she had cameras on you, unraveling yourself you chose one of the few outfits she had put together for you for guest appearances. Closing the curtains, making them look as casual as you could. You then sat on the bed waiting for her to come inspect, counting her footsteps along the creaking wood floors. She crept into your room, a stern expression on her face, you could tell she was stressed with nothing positive to say she mumbled “Stop pulling that face you look exactly like your father.”

You stood from the drab mattress choosing not to respond, “wet spot on the floor?! What’d I tell you to do?!” You hung your head, why must she always scold you. “You told me to get dressed Momma.” She sighed, “and you chose to come in here and prance around, flood the floors and dilly dally instead!” You studied the minuscule dark spots on the carpet, “they’ll dry momma.” You whispered under your breath hoping she wouldn’t decipher your response.

“Excuse me?” She griped your cheek in a pinch making you pull your head up to face her. She took a step back releasing your face, she sucked her teeth in disapproval. “Y/n you’ll have stay in here, that dress has gotten too short on you.” She knew her words hurt you, seeing the boys was the only thing you looked forward to every month. Their attention sometimes felt like your only reason to go forward, to avoid conflict with your mother, their presence being a type of reward. She turned to go and your vision began to blur, tears warmly cascade your plumped cheek.

Leaving you alone in the room, you resume your position in the windowsill moving the curtains just enough to peak. Still no sign of them, maybe they’d given up on the money, left you for good and you couldn’t blame them. If you could leave you would too. At that moment all hopes were given up, no longer keeping an eye out you began to daydream... at least Momma would be happier no longer having to worry about the escalating debt.

Sulking in loneliness you barely noticed a white SUV pulling into their usual cut....whose this? You opened the curtains repositioning,hands in the glass knees on the jagged wood of the windowsill bench. Couldn’t be, oh but it was! You bounced like a hyperactive child, Hoseok climbed from the drivers seat handsomely waving directly at you. They all followed offering you waves and air kisses making both your stomach and heart do flips. Tumbling from the bench you run to your door eccentric to get your fix of attention, affection, friendship.

“Get back y/n, what did I say?” She was waiting for you to break her command, she knew you’d forget. “To stay in my ro-” “so why don’t you do as told for once?” You fought the bitter tears as they knocked on the door, You shuffled back into your cage of room like a kicked puppy. Shutting the door you sat on the floor compressing your ear along the hard wood.

“Ah, welcome! Come in take a seat can I get you a drink or a meal? Anything really.” She spoke with a quiver, she had nothing to pay them back with absolute zilch. “Where’s y/n?” You smiled warmly, that voice had to be Taehyung. “She’s in bed sick.” “Sick, she looked alright from the window.” Hoseok you idiot. “I’m sorry... you saw her through the window?”

“Ah Ah, we didn’t come to talk about the build of y/n’s room you know what he want.” Jin was all serous business, the room was silent. “Next month for sure.” She lied right through her teeth and they all knew it. “You said that last month, and the month before, and the month before that.” You held your breath, you hated it when they bickered she honestly didn’t have the money you two only lived in this house because it was your father’s property, and everything you got just by luck and the skin of your teeth. She simply couldn’t afford to borrow anymore, as the boys began to add impossible interest.

“Listen, we’ve let you off the hook because of your circumstances,we had a soft spot, we held you at a respect for your strength...but now the well is drying up on patience and your debt is growing into a monstrosity.” Namjoon gave his spiel

“Your husband may be dead, but honey you’re next if this money doesn’t turn up...and the plans they have for y/n aren’t cute, if you had any decency you’d get your ass off that insurance money and pay up, don’t forget you pay for protection and soon you’re going to start getting what you pay for.” Yoongi was rude whenever he came to collect, almost never staying for the excuses once ‘no’ or ‘later’ was uttered he’d head for the door, but today he decided to do otherwise.

The room fell quiet, and though your mother was cold and not much of a mother at all to you it pained you to hear her sobs and sniffing. You could tell the words being thrown at her stung her deeply. Curious to what was going on behind your door you decided to have a peak, and apparently you weren’t too good at sneaking. Your door cracked ajar, as if he knew it would happen you made direct eye contact with Taehyung.

“Boys I-I don’t know what you want from me you know the money isn’t in my possession right n-” “y/n! Come out from hiding kitten!” Opening the door you stood reading the room, your mothers face glistening, you know better than to disobey on purpose. “It’s ok y/n c’mon we want to see you.” Joon’s smile is so captivating his voice so relaxing, but your mothers gaze killed its power. “C’mon tell her she can come out.” Jin orders and your mother complies by giving you a nod of permission, sniffing over her concealed cries. It ached your but you were too excited to comfort her as you quickly escaped your confines.

“Ohh look at your pretty dress, come sit.” Taehyung pulled you onto his lap, “isn’t it pretty boys?” He pulled the fringes that decorated the bottom, barely reaching you mid thigh. “Everything’s beautiful on our y/n.” Jimin agrees, greeting you with a flirtatious wink. Making you smile into Taehyung’s chest. “Bashful girl.” His large hand rubbed your back soothingly.

“This delicate little thing around all those men with no one to help her, tsk could you imagine.” He glided his hand along your exposed thigh “that tickles.” Whispering into him you feel you face warm up. He hums in response, “want me to stop?” “No, I’ve missed you, I’ve missed all of you!” You turned catching all of their gazes, “same to you princess.” Jin chuckled, giving you a cheek kiss.

“Please let her-r go ba-ck now.” Their smiles faded, and you’d hate to admit it but yours as well. You’d usually never go against your mother but she just didn’t want to see you happy, ever. And you hated it. “Momma...I don’t wanna go back right now, can I be with my friends?” Her eyes stretched in shock and anger, the boys found your rebellion comedic letting a chuckle escape. “Y/n get back to your room now you have no clue what you’re playing with!” Her tone made you wince, no longer feeling bold you were about to comply. Taehyung griped your waist holding you back on top of him.

“And who are you to order someone around when you can’t follow orders yourself?” She sat speechless, “Taehyung, Namjoon, Jin...next month.” Her pleads were pathetic, even you knew it wouldn’t work this time. “No. Pay up today, or we’ll be taking some sweet sweet collateral.”At the moment you didn’t fully understand or care what exactly Taehyung was threatening, the only thing your brain could focus on being his rough palm griping and rubbing your inner thigh. The sensation caused a tingle within you, you couldn’t help but fidget in his lap. “Still tickling baby?” You nodded, a bit too flustered to speak.

“I-I I have a hundred or two I can give.” His hand ceased its motions, making you whine for more of the foreign feeling. He lifted a brow in suspect “You take us as a joke don’t you?” She shook her head frantically. “You just offered us not even a fraction of a year's worth of debt...you think we’re idiots, you think we won’t do what we say we will do you?” The tension made you uncomfortable as everyone glared at your mother for her response, you gripped Taehyung’s dark suit. “Hmph, okay Y/n, show us your pretty room Love.”

A simple request made your mother stand in protests, “going to get the rest of the money?” Yoongi asked knowingly, your mother trembled. Why was she so afraid, they only asked to see your room...maybe she was still upset over the wet spots. “No? Well I suggest you sit the fuck down.” Everyone left from their seat, “go on show us Petal.” He smiled in encouragement. You pulled Taehyung by his hand showing all of them into your seemingly empty room, nothing to embellish the space besides your curtains, calendar and bed.

“Very cute, very cute, right boys?” They hummed nodding while looking at the four bland walls around them. “Jungkook won’t you close the door please.” He demands the youngest, and he does as told, letting your catch a two second glance if your sniveling mother before your fate was sealed. “Lock it will you?” “Uhm it doesn’t lock.” You confessed plopping down on your plush mattress kicking your feet over the edge. “Ahh, Jungkook...make it lock.” He went to work and you watched curiously until your attention was taken by Taehyung climbing in bed next to you. “Very comfy.” He complemented.

“Oh, oh please take your shoes off.” You recited rules that were practically engraved in your memory. He laughed complying, “you heard her, shoes off.” They did as told, making your laugh at their unison actions. You turned to him with a smile still on your face, “want to see my closet?” “No, but I do want you to lay down.” You gave him an inquisitive look, you weren’t sick and you definitely weren’t tired. “It’s ok, I just wanted to play a game, a friends game.”

Oh how excited you were! A game with your friends! You laid down beside him your head rested on your pillow. “Ready?” You nodded eagerly, the rest of them watched closely. “Ok beautiful, I’m going to ask you some things and all you have to do is tell me if you’ve done it before...” he looked around at his men, they looked back with anticipation. “We’ll all play.” You nodded, beyond excited for this new experience.

“We’ll start easy, have you ever kissed someone?” Your face grew a dopey grin, “don’t be shy.” You nodded quickly, “oh? Show me how.” Sitting up a bit, you took his jaw, turning him to the side pecking his warmed cheek quickly. He smiled widely, “innocent little thing, here let’s try this.” He took your jaw in his fingers, coming in and ravishing your lips. Unknowingly you lay motionless as he took over the kiss, maneuvering you as he pleased. Pulling your slack chin he parted your lips, his tongue intruded sharing his taste. A tingle ran through you, you’ve never seen something like this let alone feel it. Taehyung pulled back trailing slobber as he lifted, “m-more more kissing!” He shook his head, laughing at your greed. “No no, there’s more to the game.”

Smirking he snuck his hand under your quaint dress, “ever let Somebody like me see your cute little panties?” You shook your head no, “let us see?” You eagerly pulled your dress up, “pretty in pink...wet your panties hmm?” Sheepishly you shut your legs, “sorry.” He rubbed your exposed tummy, “no don’t be sorry kitten, that’s great, so good.” He dragged his fingers along your pelvic area. “Yoongi, your turn?” Taehyung continued to brush your skin.

Yoongi stood from his seat on the floor in speciation. He brought his finger between your legs using his other hand to push your legs apart. “Ever felt something like this?” He ran his fingers up and down your middle, pausing along the top giving you an oddly familiar feeling that you loved. “Mm.” You moved a bit closer to the pleasure. “Yoongi stop, answer him y/n.” Nodding you yearned for yoongi’s fingers. “Don’t lie...show us.”

Rolling over you pulled a pillow from behind you positioning it between your legs as you lay on your side. “Go on.” Yoongi nudged you and you began to rub yourself, pushing the pillow firmer into your core whimpering as the pressure increased, “it feels so good!” “Naughty naughty y/n.” You continued to pleasure yourself, “mm I know, please don’t tell anybody.” Taehyung took the pillow rubbing his finger along the wet spot you left behind. “You ever cum sweetheart?” You squeeze your legs together hoping for pleasureful friction. “What’s that?”

“You’ve been rubbing yourself raw with no release?” He had a glint of pitty in his tone. “ I-I guess.” Yoongi had began his adventurous handy work once again and you couldn’t get enough. He sat beside you, looking into your eyes intently. “How’s it feel?” “Good, please don’t stop!” Taehyung pulled his partners hand away, “don’t give her too much Hyung.”

You pout squirming, itching with pent up sexual frustrations. “You both play like she’s a doll, she’s a woman, you know what she wants even if she doesn’t.” Jin came from his spot leaned against the corner, he came close stalking over your figure, “take these off.” He pulled your panties roughly you could hear the weak fabric give way as he stripped you.

“Careful.” You felt self conscious as they eyed your nude private area, Jin took over where Yoongi was removed, the direct contact could make you scream in joy, “close your eyes.” Jin ordered, and who are you to say no to the pleasure. A strange warmth took over your core making your hips jump uncontrollably “mhhm please.” “Hold her down Hoseok.” Even that simple second of neglect made you upset. Your hips were restrained and Jin continued his work, “sorry.” You opened your eyes to meet Taehyung’s gaze and a smile was plastered on his features, looking down at Jin who was kissing your privates, so strange but so amazing.

“Oh please!” You couldn’t control your moans, closing your eyes, “too good princess?” “Mm too good.” Jin removed his lips from you “you're a savage Kim.” Jungkook comments eyes glued to your core, as if he couldn’t resist the view. “Some hair shows she is healthy n’ pure , but you wouldn’t know anything about that, you like your women whorish” He comments lewdly wiping his plump lips. They stood in speculation as you pressed your thighs together desperately. “Oh please! Jin please more!” You earned a hand over your mouth. In attempts to shut your pathetic whines. “Please don’t hurt her!” Your mother beat the door with concern. “Does she sound hurt, don’t make us do something we don’t want to, now go away!” Taehyung growled, before leaving the bed, he undid his pants the respect in you made you look away. “Ever see this before?” He climbed over you, too cowardly to peak, you kept looking into his dark irises. “Your private?” He laughed in your face, “my cock?” He sat on your legs trapping you. He pulled your dress over your head, fully undressing you with ease.

Taken over my temptation, Jimin groped your clothed chest “don’t touch her.” His command was final, Taehyung had been taken by the monster of greed and lust. “Go on look y/n.” Your eyes slowly traveled down, he had himself in his clutches stroking squeezing at the tip collecting the strange ooze on the tips of his fingers. Reaching he glossed your lips with his juices, “never wear makeup, this is all you need pretty girl.” The smell was strong and musky, curious you took a taste, sweaty and sweet. “Greedy girl...you know where this belongs?” He tapped you with his erect cock.

“I don’t think so.” He nodded, reaching below himself without hesitation he penetrated you with his index. “Ouch Tae!” His eyes stretched in surprise, “that hurts? Oh what fun you’ll be.” His finger stretched you slightly as he explored, thrusting softly, curly at the knuckle. Pulling his finger back, and a thick stripe of cloudy grool connects the two of you. “Shit, would you look at that.” They came looking as you lay victim Yoongi had pulled himself from his pants stroking himself shamelessly. Hoseok unbuttoned his top, his fist buried in his pants, while Jimin palmed himself giving you a warm smile, while Jungkook sat timid away from the action and Jin’s face set stoney, seemingly uninterested. Namjoon being the false comfort he was, he stood close, his bulge in your face as he stroked your hair.

Out of breath, the best you could muster being, “I’m sorry if it’s gross.” Lustfully he used your nectar to stroke himself sensually making violent eye contact in the act.

“Stop apologizing, this is the best cunt I’ve ever seen.” Using his foreign vulgar vocabulary he moved back, using his hands to get a better view of your most personal area. “Oh honey, you’ve never had anything in this sweet pussy of yours huh?” You shook your head, “no never.” You whisper. “Let’s change that yeah? Will you be a big girl?” You nodded body full of utter curiosity, what was coming for you the last thing you could have fathomed.

“Mm, you’re the sweetest thing on Earth y/n” he gazed into you, looking your shivering body up and down as if you two were completely alone. He lowered himself distracting you with another one sided kiss, this time though you attempted to participate.

Little did you know his hidden agenda, he gripped his girthy member, massaging it along your slickening core in search of your small entrance. “Ah Ah Taehyungie!” You squealed against his lips. He’d barely pushed into you and the pain was prominent “shh shh wouldn’t want to make momma upset.” He paused and looked down at your slightly connecting bodies. “Hmm Let’s play another game.” He reached for the pillow you were pleasuring yourself on, he placed it over your face constricting your air in the process, muffling your pathetic whimpers and mewls.

In one violent action...“TEAHYUNG!” Your throat felt as if it would collapse,He forced himself into your constructing entrance ripping your walls you felt yourself struggle to become accustomed his size. His pace inhuman. You gasped for air,the pillow blocking any gasp you could get. “I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe Tae!” He kept his murderous stroke speed pulling the pillow from your face you heaved, sobbing, screaming begging for freedom. “Shut the fuck up!” It could’ve been the tears, or haze of pain, but this wasn’t your friend anymore.

Taehyung’s face as contorted in sick pleasure inconsiderate of your wellbeing he gripped your hips fucking into you aggression never seen before. “T-Tae please we’re friends don’t hurt me!” You cried out for his mercy. “Hold her fucking mouth Min.” He obliged, his hand slick from his own juices. He stood over you griping and jerking his member, keeping his eyes on yours. “Close your damn eyes, your crying is going to make me soft.” That only made you cry more, the treatment you were getting from Taehyung caused an ache you couldn’t help but sob from. “It i-it fucking hurts!” You let the filth spill from your mouth as you groaned with every thrust, your statement muffed by Yoongi’s palm.

“Close. Them. Now.” Stubbornly you kept staring, you won’t obey them, friends aren’t supposed to to hurt you, ever. “Ahh fuck.” Yoongi began to vandalize your face, removing his hand from your mouth pulling your hair to aim for your mouth. “Ah shit shit.” He continued to stroke grumbling heinous names under his breath. “My eyes please help me momma,it hurts momma!” He’d spurted right in your eye and he knew it. “I told you to close them idiotic bitch, you obey us you’ll be alright.” He took your discarded panties wiping your eye.

You didn’t listen to his angered grumblings...She didn’t respond, she left you to suffer, you were being naughty and she could hear and she left you to suffer. The pain in your eye became dull as you became numb to Taehyung’s assault. “She left you, that bitch left you in here to get fucked, and you’re going to take everything we give thanks to mommy dearest...no one is going to rescue you.” Yoongi growled I’m your ear, you turned from him. His seed still rests on your pained features.

Taehyung pushed his thumbs roughly into your abdomen making you cry out. “Your cunt is still so tight, mm fuck stop clenching like that- I’m gonna fucking- oh shit.” He sent his seed deep into you, the sensation was sickening you began to dry heave having nothing in you to throw up. “Throwing up sweetheart?” You ignored his false concern, he gripped your hair. “Think twice before you do, you’ll be cleaning it with that pretty mouth every drop.”

Your face drenched in tears, snot and slobber, and the seed of another, you lay in defeat. He pulled his member for your stinging and burning feeling settled between your legs. “Nice job, you’ve beat her bloody.” Jin grumbled coming near, your entrance oozed a mixture of his cum and blood from your lost innocents. His finger brushed against your puffy injured vulva, “please no no nooo!” You instinctively backed away from the contact.

“My turn princess.” Your eyes closed, you could tell it was Jimin planning his attack. “Please Jimin, you’re still my friend right?” You Sobbed to weakly to even look into his eyes, Jimin had to put an end to it or it wouldn’t end at all. “I treat all my girlfriends this way, hm don’t worry baby it won’t hurt-” you heard him wander closer, “just open up.” You refused, turning your head away from his voice, “Ah y/n don’t be that way.” He slightly scolded pulling you back his way by your jaw, “open your mouth y/n.” You opened your eyes, glaring at him, your right eye blurring and irritated. He rubbed his member along your pursed lips. “No?” He leaned over, his member in his over hand. “Open. The. Fuck! Up.” He slapped your pussy harshly with every word, already sore you cried out, begging for mercy.

He took the opportunity, plunging his cock down your throat, gagging you choked and cried. “Yah stupid Bitch watch your teeth!” He gripped the back of your head, another agonizing ordeal. Your throat was sore from the screaming and now your throat was being rubbed roughly by Jimin’s third leg. “I’m gonna c-cum, and you’re gonna swallow all of it and you’re gonna keep it down.”

You couldn’t protest, you got used just as before you closed your eyes and prayed for it to be over as quick as it started. Hoseok neared you like a predator, “careful she’s sore.” You opened your eyes quickly, he had his pants completely off, his member erect his shirt open his sculpted body on display. You sobbed around jimins member as he took his time fucking himself into you. “I’m not putting my prick I that mess.” He referred to your battered entrance, he placed his clock between your folds, rubbing himself their. Even the subtle pressure gave you discomfort, “hey! Watch those fucking teeth slut!” Jimin beat the back of your head, picking up his pace.

“She sounds so fucking nasty.” Namjoon pulled himself out of his trousers “choking and gagging, fucking whore I wouldn’t fuck you even if your mom offered all the money she owed.” Namjoon insulted, pulling closer, “what an asshole.” Jimin grunted in retaliation. “This is all you’ll get from me.” Namjoon leaned over you, assaulting you relieving himself on your quaking body. “You sick bastard!” They found Namjoon’s action sickly humorous. He moved to your face, you tried to stop breathing in fear of inhaling it. Warmly it dribbled over you. “I bet you fucking enjoyed it.”

Jimin pushed your damp head down on him as he exploded in your mouth, that scene being all he needed to find his high. His seed was salty and less sweet; he tasted repulsive. You gagged as he removed himself, you leaned over the bed in utter pain heaving. “AHT HEY!” Taehyung cupped your mouth, “swallow be a good girl.” He rolled you back, you tried but your body refused, you gagged against his musty palm. Jimin pinched your nose “take it, take it, take it!” Air became scarce, you gulped ingesting his warm seed, the taste blanketed your throat.

They let you breathe, Hoseok found his release on your tummy, scooping it with his agile fingers he force fed you. “Please...n-no...more.” “Shut up, your breath reeks.” Your stomach flipped, you were going to be sick soon. “Roll her over.” Jin instructed, and of course they followed you let them do as they please, not like you could stop them. “Your pussy is beautiful, but I love a nice ass.” He unbuckled his belt, letting his pants fall. Spitting vulgarly, stroking himself. “Bite the pillow.” He pulled you up by your waist. Using his thumb he rimmed you.

Getting positioned he spit on your hole. The room was quiet. “Bite it hard.” He pushed himself mercilessly barely breaking through, “tight little bitch.” Your screeching earsplitting You’d become unconscious soon the pain was excruciating, you knew you were bleeding. “Please! I’ll do anything!Please not this, no more of this!” Finally he bottomed you out, “this is what love feels like, hmph remember that.” Jin growled fucking into you barely able to keep a pace.

Your vision blurred, slurring was your only form of speaking back, covered in piss and cum, tears and snot. Drooling all over yourself like an imbecile, bleeding. They’ve used you out, good for nothing you fell into the void of unconsciousness, sweet relief.

A dull jabbing welcomed you back into the real world, no way was this some sort of twisted dream the disgusting smell registered back into your senses. The smell was you. “Fucking hell Jungkook finish already.” You’d been sick all over the mattress in your sleep, your mouth stale and stiff.

“I’m so sorry y/n I’m so sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!” Blinking you looked over your shoulder, tears streamed his rounded face. “Ugh so sorry.” He gagged looking at your abused figure covered in bodily grime. “P-please turn around so it can be over.” Pitying you he held his head down shamefully thrusting to unwanted orgasm. He too filled you warmly pulling out quickly, scurrying to the corner losing his breakfast. “H-hy-'' he retched again. “Let’s go please, let’s leave.” He begged holding his stomach, Jungkook is still your friend, right? You could see he didn’t want to hurt you...

They put their clothes back on lazily.

“Be a peach and tell your mother we’ll be back next month on the dot, hopefully you won’t have to cover her tab two visits in a row huh sweetheart?”

“I hate you, all of you.”

“Ah, but we love you, and we always will.”

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wormstacheangel · 3 years ago

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For The Girl Who Has Everything

Masterpost link for Reelin’ In The Years: Here

AO3 Link: Here

wc: 2.4k Summary: Claire is too mad to even look at Cas let alone talk to him. Dean knew he had to step up because two people with messed up childhoods and anger issues really need to spend more time together talking about their feelings.

When Chuck was defeated, a lot of people came to the bunker to celebrate. Those times were a big blur to Dean, his focus was on finding a way to save Cas, and it wasn’t until he saw Claire run down those steps that the world focused again. She smiled at him, a rare big grin, before her arms wrapped around his neck to bring him down for a hug with an intoxicating giggle.

‘She didn’t know,’ Dean thought as his arms hung loosely at his sides.

He hid his face in her curls, not knowing how to face another kid Cas left behind because of him. He was holding his breath when she pulled away to look at him. Her eyebrows were raised in a question that Dean didn’t hear. Didn’t want to hear.

She repeated it, “Dude, where’s Cas? Is the old man sleeping or something?”

‘Yes.’ Dean swallowed the hard lump in his throat.

He didn’t look at the audience around them when he finally opened his mouth to say, “Claire, Ca—” He couldn’t say his name. He felt like it would tear the fragile wall that was keeping him on his feet if he did. “I’m sorry.”

Dean watched as her face twisted into confusion, understanding, and then settling into anger.

She was trying to fight the tears, but they fell as she yelled, “No! No, you were—Where were you? Why didn’t you protect him?”

“He protected me. He—he saved me.”

She looked at him with round eyes, shaking her head as if not wanting to believe it.

“Then it should’ve been you! You should’ve died! Not him!” Dean flinched at the words that have been echoing in his head since that night. “It’s not fair!”

Claire’s angry fist collided with his chest. He flinched at every hit but didn’t back away as her punches became sporadic but still filled with grief. Maybe even guilt.

“I’m sorry.” Dean knew those words did nothing to comfort, but he couldn’t help but say them. “I’m so sorry, Claire.”

She screamed in frustration until her punches weakened, and he was holding her. Then, finally, she fell against him, her face hidden in his chest as her grip tightened on his shirt.

She didn’t stay after that.

She walked back up the stairs with Jody and Kaia following behind her. Jack tried to talk to her, but she couldn’t even look at him. Dean couldn’t blame her.

It’s hard to look at the kid when he reminded them of the person they lost.

Of course, Dean never told Cas any of this.

Since coming back, Cas had been dealing with the silent treatment from the killer Barbie. She only replied with the thumbs-up emoji, and when Cas was too much, she responded with the middle finger emoji. A little warning advising Cas to back off.

She only visited him once, but that was when Cas was in the hospital. She freaked out, yelled at him for being stupid, and then passed out by his bed only to leave the next morning like nothing ever happened. Still, it made Cas feel a little better knowing she still cared, but she was dealing with it her way. Or, as Cas liked to say, she was dealing with feelings the Dean Winchester way. Of course, he’ll argue it wasn’t true, but he knows he won’t win that one.

Now he was sitting awkwardly in Jody’s living room watching Kaia and Patience play with Jack on the floor while Claire and Cas had a yelling match in the privacy of the backyard. Well, Claire was yelling while Cas was trying very hard to keep his tone even, which only made Claire angrier.

“I’m done talking to you!” Claire slid the glass door open and stormed through the living room.

“Then try listening to me!” Cas followed behind her, watching as she walked straight past the living room and towards the front door. “Claire. Claire, where are you going?”

She whipped around to glare daggers at Cas, eyes wide filled with tears, but she still looked at him with a pained grimace. “Did you even think of me? When you were out there being a damn hero. Did you-Did you think of me?” Her voice breaking on the last word made Dean flinch.

“Claire, of course-”

“No. No, of course, you didn’t. Cause if you did, then you wouldn’t have-” She bit her cheek as tears started to fall. She stood tall, presenting as strong, as her expression hardened. “You left me, Castiel. And now I-I don’t,” She looked around the room. It was quiet as everyone watched the interaction before her eyes landed on a little Jack in Kaia’s arms. She clicked her tongue before turning back to the door. “I’m leaving.”

“Claire.” Cas tried following her, but Dean quickly rushed up to stop him. “Dean. I may not have my strength, but I will-”

“Calm down, Rocky,” Dean had a hand on Cas’s shoulder to stop him. “I just wanted to stop you from making it worse.”

“I don’t think I can. She hates me.”

“She doesn’t.” He assures his boyfriend with a little smile, but Cas simply rolled his eyes at him. “Okay, you stay here. Talk to your son, and I’ll go talk to the other kid.”

“Oh yeah? What are you going to say to her?”

“I don’t know, but like you said before. Two fuck up’s just understand each other.”

“I didn’t say-”

“Yeah. Yeah. Just let me handle this. You trust me, right?”

Cas made a face at that, not answering quickly enough before he said, “Just bring her home.”

“Gee. Thanks for the confidence, babe.”

Dean ran after Claire, forcing his way to her passenger side as she started to back up on the driveway.

“Thanks for waiting, kid. Where we going?” Dean buckled up just in time for Claire to slam the breaks. Unfortunately, he hit his head on the front dash because the damn seat was scooted forward, his knees were practically pressed against his chest, which made sense knowing a tiny Kaia would usually occupy the seat. “Ow.”

“You aren’t going anywhere. Get out.”

Dean ignored her scary and oddly familiar glare as he pushed the seat back so his legs could fit. “Oh, come on. My treat.”

She didn’t have time to argue because Cas walked out of the front door—his trust in him really was lacking—and Claire decided that dealing with Dean was much easier than having to talk to Cas again. But, of course, he would take that as a compliment.

Claire drove with loud rocker girl music vibrating the windows and didn’t stop until she finally parked outside some ice cream shop.

“I want a shake.” She sniffled, and Dean did his best to ignore her red blotchy eyes for her sake.

“Sure, kid.”

They drank their shakes and shared some fries while sitting on top of Claire’s ugly little red. Well, she sat, and he leaned, but either way, silence remained.

He didn’t want to pressure her to talk—she would probably lie if he did—but still, he wanted to ease the tension between Cas and her, salvage a relationship he knew was important to both of them, but he didn’t know where to start.

Maybe he could start with his own guilt.

“I’m sorry.” He cleared his throat as he felt the smooth ice cream start to turn to gum down his throat. He looked down at his shake, lifting the straw up and down to hear the gloppy sound while trying to figure out what to say to her.

She hummed, “‘bout what?”

“Not telling you. About Cas. What happened to him.” He sighed and looked back at her. “Sorry. I should have called, but I wasn’t—I was a mess. I couldn’t be there for you. I couldn’t even be there for Jack. I should have-”

“It’s okay.” She waved her hand up to stop him. “I-I get it. I mean, it’s not, but whatever.”

“So, are you gonna tell me why you’re mad?”

She rolled her eyes, once again the gesture was familiar, before slamming the shake on the hood and sliding off the car. She crossed her arms over her chest, looking so small as she kicked a pebble on the floor.

“He replaced me.”

Her voice was quiet. Almost like she didn’t want to admit it out loud.

“I know it’s stupid and-and I’m acting like a child, but…” She quickly sniffled again before running her hand through her hair nervously. Looking up to stare into the darkening sky, acting like everything was okay. “He’s not my Dad, but he’s the closest thing I have, and I just thought—I just thought that maybe he felt the same way.”

She shrugged, her lips pinching together as if trying to hold something back, before retaking control of her expression. A glare directed towards Dean replaced the lost child stare into the stars, but the lost child was still there.

“Kid…” Dean sighed, head scrambling for words.

“I’m not a kid.”

“You’ll always be a kid to me.”

Claire teased with a little smirk. She definitely learned this from Dean or Jody. “Whatever you say, old man.”

“Old—Claire.” She let out a breath of a laugh before rolling her eyes away from Dean. “I’m trying to be serious. Cas… he loves you. He-he loves you like you were his own.” She didn’t look at him, but he could see her face scrunch up, ready to argue. “He worries about you constantly, and Jack knows all about you because he won’t shut up about how awesome you are.”

“He says that? He says I’m awesome?”

“Well, awesome is my word, but you get the gist.” He turns to face her even though she doesn’t meet his gaze. “Cas may not be your Dad, but he loves you like a daughter. Sometimes—yeah, a lot of the time actually—he makes stupid decisions, but it’s cause he is trying his best. And he cares. That dumbass cares way too much about the damn world, but he’s also someone who would give up the whole world if it meant keeping you safe.”

“Stop making excuses for him!”

“Claire, you gotta believe me. He didn’t mean to hurt you.”

She finally turned to look at him. “But he did. He hurt me! He left me!”

“He left me too!” Dean raised his voice; it sounded broken to admit such a thing out loud. And to Claire of all people. He slumped down against the car again and looked at the ground to ignore her big blue eyes throwing sympathy glares his way. “He left me—more times than you know. And—and don’t tell anyone I told you this—but I…I was scared. Each goddamn time I’m scared that this may be it! That this time…this time he won’t come back to me.”

“But he did.” Her voice sounded so far away.

“Yeah. Had to work a little bit harder on my end, but I got him.” He reached over and patted her shoulder. “We got him back.”

Something in the way her eyes went cold and far away made his fight drain out. He didn’t know what else he could do or say, but he opened his arms just in time to have her fall against him. His face mushed into her curls while he hugged her tight into his chest.

“Were you mad at Cas?”

Dean thought about it for a second. “No. I mean, I was at first. That asshole got himself killed over and over again. Leaving me alone.”

“But you had Sam. Jack.”

“Yeah,” Dean pulled back and looked down at her. “Well, you had Jody. Kaia. Alex. Patience and even Donna. Made it any easier for you?”

“No.”

“No.” He chuckled while she hid her face from him, asking him to continue. “But I was mad at him. Real fucking pissed, actually. At him. At…at everyone. Sam and Jack didn’t even wanna be near me.” He tries to shake off those dark memories of screaming and feeling nothing but agonizing loneliness. “I just shut down and gave up on…a lot of things because he was gone. Couldn’t really see a point, you know?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“I get why you’re mad, Claire. Trust me, I do, but he’s back now.”

“And I’m just supposed to forgive him? Did you just forgive him?”

Dean shrugged, looking back down at her sad baby blues. Hoping she would understand and that she won’t tease him about it later on. “I didn’t want to waste any time being mad at him. I love him too much.”

“Gross.” She pushed him away this time, tucking her hair behind her ear before smiling at him. It reminded him of Jack’s little shy smile. “But I-I think you’re right. Maybe I’m done wasting time.”

They drove back with the music luckily a little lower but Dean just watched Claire drive with a growing smile on his face. He’s gonna have to admit that Cas was right, two messed up people can really relate and help each other out.

When they walked into the house, Dean took Jody from marching over to Claire to lecture her. “Just wait,” he whispered to her, and luckily she listened to him. They both held their breath as Claire walked over to Cas—who looked like he had been sitting in that seat freaking out since they left—and asked if they could try talking outside again. He blinked up at her a few times before nodding, following her to the backyard again.

Everyone let out a sigh of relief when the glass door closed behind them.

“Dean.” He looked up towards his kid, who reached for him from Kaia’s arms on the couch. Dean quickly walked over to pick him up, pressing a kiss to his head while trying not to let guilt eat at him. “Is Dad okay?”

“Don’t worry, bud.” Dean watched Jack’s eyes that showed how much he has experienced, how much he understood. “He’ll be fine.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

On the drive back, Cas had a smile plastered across his face. They hadn’t had a chance to talk about what happened, considering Cas walked in, ready to introduce Jack to Claire. Then Cas spent the rest of the night watching his kids getting along, looking the happiest Dean had seen him in a really long time.

“So, what did you and Claire talk about?”

Cas hummed before looking up at Dean as if just remembering that he was there. “Oh. Um, she just made me promise her something.”

“And what’s that?”

“Same thing I promised you. Don’t get dead anymore.”

“Oh. Good. Keep that promise.”

“I’ll do my best.” Cas looked back at Jack before he leaned over and pressed a kiss on Dean’s cheek. “I have a lot to live for now. A family.”

A family. Yeah.

Dean took a peek at Jack with the mirror and then watched as Cas changed his phone background pic to one of Claire spinning Jack around in the living room.

They were a real family.

#shhhh we are gonna pretend it hasn't been months since i updated lol #4 months geez okay well have this #wormstachewrites #dadstiel #destiel #claire #baby!jack #dean #cas #jack #destiel fanfic

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justauthoring · 3 years ago

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You’re Stuck With Me Now

Prompt: He’d never leave you again.

A/N: is my return to writing (after a short break) oikawa? yes it is. honestly, i just love this boy so much and ive been rewatching haikyu and i can't... my heart.

ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY OIKAWA TOORU <3

Warnings: past implied abuse

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x F!Reader Please don’t plagiarize my work!

“Come on, Y/N-Chan, it’ll be fun.”

With a quirked brow and look of disbelief up at your boyfriend, you roll your eyes. “You know I don’t really like parties, Tooru,” you mumble, taking a bite out of your lunch just as Oikawa lets out a whine of disappointment.

He’d already spent a majority of your lunch break, which the two of you were lucky to have together, begging you to come out tonight with him to Mattsun’s party. He’d spent the entire weeks’ lunches trying to convince you to come with him, to no avail everyday, and now, the day of; he was even more desperate for a yes.

“But it won’t be any fun without you.”

And his pout is almost convincing enough, eyes droopy at the edges with a certain puppy-dog look. The corner of his lips are flipped downwards, but he looks positively adorable (as he usually does - his group of fangirls aren’t for nothing). But, you’ve held restraint all week to this point, and by now, this really isn’t anything new.

“You say that every time, babe,” you counter, pointing your chopsticks at him with a quirked brow. “And every time I come with you, you end up leaving me to mingle off with Hajime.”

His shoulders slump.

“Is Hajime coming tonight?”

“...Yes.”

“Then,” you nod, satisfied, “you won’t be alone.”

“Bu-But!” He all but whines, and before you know it he’s suddenly sidled up behind you, arms curling around your waist firmly to press you flush against his chest. You let out a squeak in response, whining yourself when your delicious lunch is suddenly before you and tauntingly not within arms reach.

Oikawa is fast to pull your attention on him.

“He won’t be there till later!”

“So I’m just entertainment until he gets there?”

“Of course not!”

Oikawa looks positively betrayed at your assumption, and the look on his face is enough to have you giggling. Shifting in his grasp, you move so you’re facing him, brushing back a few strands of his unruly hair that no matter how hard you try is never ever neat, before meeting his eyes with a soft smile. “Honestly, Tooru,” you whisper gently, “why do you want me to go so bad? You usually don’t care this much.”

“Because,” he shrugs, “I like having you with me.”

And that, unfortunately, is the zinger.

His words all but melt your heart and with a heavy sigh, you realize there’s no possible way that you can say no when he goes ahead saying something so sweet like that.

“I’ll go.”

The way his eyes practically glow is enough to make you smile though.

“Really? Yes!”

However, now that you’re here, cramped in a house of drunk, loud teenagers, you’re suddenly wishing you’d had a bit more self restraint when it came to your boyfriend. As per usual, an hour into the party, Iwaizumi arrived and now even further convinced your boyfriend is more in love with his best friend then you -- you’re completely alone.

“’I’ll be right back’ my ass,” you mutter to yourself, taking a drink from the cup in your hands, instantly regretting it at the bitter taste that goes down your throat.

It wasn’t that you didn’t have any friends, you just weren’t entirely comfortable in social situations. It’s a wonder how you got along with Oikawa so well, but the two of you seemed to just mesh really well together. And of course, he’d been there for you in a time no one else had, and had helped fix you from the person who made you so nervous and skittish around others in the first place. It’s because of him that you’re even able to stand in a room so crowded, even if you’re not really socializing.

It would’ve been nice to have him to talk with, though. Iwaizumi too.

Pulling out your phone, you send a quick text to Oikawa, hoping that he’ll see it and at least drag you along for whatever Iwaizumi and him got up to in parties like these. It’s because of this that you don’t notice the shadow that falls next to you, not until a hand swipes your phone right out of your own and a voice you’d hoped you’d never hear again speaks;

“Oikawa Tooru, huh?”

Your heart practically drops.

“Figures you’d find someone in volleyball again, you did always love it.”

“H-Haru...”

He smirks down at you, and your lips part when he pockets your phone without a care in the world, his grip moving to your wrist where he tugs you towards himself. “Never thought I’d be able to find you again, Y/N, after you so abruptly moved schools. In your third year no less.”

You pull back on the grip he has on you, trying, to no avail, to get away. “What are you even doing here?”

“I play volleyball, remember?” He quirks a brow, speaking to you like you’re a child. “I know some of the boys here.”

How unlucky can I get...

Digging the heels of your feet down, you use all your strength to fight back the pull Haru tugs on your wrist. It’s clear he’s trying to get you to go somewhere with him, maybe even leave and that's the absolute last thing you can let happen. Haru still has such a pull over you, as much as you hate to admit it, and if you’re alone with him, there’s no telling what would happen.

And you’re terrified to find out.

“Let me go,” you hiss, “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“It seems you’ve forgotten your place, Y/N,” he growls down at you, grip turning bruising as you let out a cry in response, unable to stop yourself. “I’ll give you credit, it was brave of you to think you could get away from me, and finding you was hard. But now that I have you, I plan to remind you just exactly why you’re with me.”

Eyes widening, it suddenly feels like you can’t breathe.

“I mean, after all,” and his eyes gleam, turning dark, “you can’t live without me, remember?”

Your frozen state allows him to gain the control. Before you know it, you’re being dragged through the familiar halls of Mattsun’s house that feel like a blur and unfamiliar in your panic. You don’t even notice where you are, and barely hear when Haru suddenly announces “this’ll do” and then you’re being shoved into a room and the door is slammed behind you.

You fall to the ground with a loud cry, Haru shoving you.

When you turn to face him, staring up at him, he’s blocking the door, staring down at you expectedly.

“What are you waiting for?” He huffs, “take off your shirt.”

Hands shaking, you push yourself up into a sitting position with shaky muscles, not trusting yourself to stand in that moment as you stare up at him. Everything had moved so fast, and your heart feels as if it’ll break when you realize despite how much better you thought you’d been getting -- none of it meant a damn thing when faced with Haru himself.

You were scared, terrified, and it felt like back then all again. You had no control. You had no strength.

A harsh kick in the stomach has you doubling over, and clutching your sides, Haru crouches down before. “No one’s coming to save you, Y/N. Not even your boyfriend,” he taunts, smirking at you. “I’m pretty sure I saw the infamous Captain shoving his tongue down another girls throat.”

Eyes widening, you stare at your lap. “No,” you mumble, voice breathless, croaky. “Tooru wouldn’t--”

“It’s true. He’s not here, is he?”

Swallowing thickly, you meet Haru’s gaze.

“So, see, at the end of it all, all you have is me, right?”

And you hate the way his hand against your cheek feels like comfort compared to all the pain.

Shaky fingers reach for the hem of your shirt, just as the door slams open.

It’s Iwaizumi.

His eyes widen at the sight of you, flickering to Haru before focusing back on you. “Oikawa!” He calls, voice booming, tone dark, and it’s then you see how angry he looks. “I found her!”

In the next second, Oikawa is bursting pass Iwaizumi. He stills at the sight of you, tear-stricken, face pale, eyes wide with fear, and then Haru, crouched before you, look positively smug about the entire situation. And there’s a moment of pause where nothing happens, and Haru moves to stand, lips parting; “sorry, but it looks like Y/N--”

But he never gets to finish before Oikawa’s punching him straight across the cheek so hard he falls to the ground with a loud thud.

In the next second, he’s in front of you.

“Shit, Y/N. I’m so sorry,” and you don’t miss the way your name lacks ‘chan’, meaning Oikawa’s serious. “I didn’t mean to leave that long. Fuck. Are you okay? Where did he hurt you? Show me, and I’ll--”

But your hand is grabbing his own frantic ones and when Oikawa meets your gaze, he’s shocked at the soft smile on your lips.

“Y/N-Chan?”

“You came,” you whisper, voice soft with astonishment and adoration. “You came for me.”

And, shoulders easing, Oikawa nods.

“Of course I did.”

Squeezing his hand, to the point Oikawa is blinking in response, lips parting in worry. You stare into his eyes, imploring; “please don’t leave me like that again.”

And guilt settles deep within his chest, hating himself for what happened, blaming himself for it as well. But he knows that’s not what you mean, nor what you think; you just want a guarantee he’s there for you. And if there’s one thing Oikawa can promise, it’s that.

“You’re stuck with me now, yeah?”

He grins, trying to make you smile, make you laugh and everything ease when he succeeds, that giggle of yours he loves filling the silence of the room.

“I’m good with that.”

#Haikyuu #Haikyuu imagine #Haikyuu x reader #Haikyu #Haikyu imagine #Oikawa Tooru #Oikawa Tooru imagine #Oikawa Tooru x reader #Oikawa Tooru angst #Oikawa imagine #Oikawa x reader #imagine #imagines #my fics

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lotusthekat · 3 years ago

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Every little thing he does is magic

Fandom: The Owl House

Rating: G

Relationships: Luz Noceda/Hunter

Characters: Luz Noceda, Hunter (Golden Guard)

Summary: After a mission gone wrong, Luz discovers more about the boy behind the Golden Guard. More specifically, his caring side.

*Not compliant with Eclipse Lake!

Word count: 1.394

AO3 / Fanfiction

A/N: I’m kind of embarrassed to admit that I’ve been thinking about this ship in the past few days, so now I wrote a very self-indulgent fic for them. My very first TOH fic for that matter. I hope this isn’t too OOC, haha.

TRIGGER WARNING - implied child abuse

HATE COMMENTS WILL BE DELETED AND BLOCKED.

There is… a light.

No. More than one.

The smell of fire and the magic woods welcome her senses, her brown eyes finding a small campfire and several light spells, small balls floating around, protecting her from the darkness of the mysterious forest.

Luz’s head hurts, though.

She grunts, and once she tries to try and stand…

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

The voice, at first, alarms her and she’s ready to take Eda’s staff to defend herself. Except it’s not by her side, and when she realizes, Luz is not actually in danger.

A few feet away from her is the Golden Guard – Hunter, she remembers –, sitting by the campfire with a frowning but saddened gaze. His red eyes are dark in contrast to all the light surrounding them, and besides his absent golden mask, he’s not wearing his trademark white cloak, either.

… in fact, said cloak has been covering Luz all this time.

Before the girl could question it, the little cardinal lands in front of her, chirping in happiness.

“Hey, little guy,” Luz awes in spite of her pain, allowing her to sit – with a few struggles. She notices her arm is bandaged by some ripped white cloth, apparently from the cloak.

Unlike the little Rascal, Hunter doesn’t even look at her. He looks like he’s in too deep in the fire, seeing things no one else can.

“Wh… What happened?” Luz asks, unsure.

Hunter refuses to take his eyes off the flames; he seems to hug his knees tighter.

“Kikimora found us in the woods when we tried to escape,” he replies. “Let’s just say, she was less than happy to see us.”

Bits and pieces come back to Luz, having her recall they were on a mission together; as much as she still didn’t trust him, she couldn’t quite refuse when Hunter had gone all the way to the Owl House to ask for her help, in the middle of the night, to fight off the Emperor’s Coven from eradicating the few wild magic there still is.

“Did- Did we at least take some of the wood with us?” Luz wonders, searching for her bag.

Hunter looks down. “No.”

Luz stares at him sadly.

“Sorry,” she mutters.

“… it doesn’t matter.”

“What do you mean? T-They were going to destroy it-!”

“Kikimora almost killed you!”

The tone of anger and frustration in his voice shuts Luz for good. Maybe she’s still a little doozy, but she swears she might even see Hunter’s eyes glowing thanks to the light spells.

He takes a deep breath, however, and looks far away into the dark forest.

“We barely got out of there alive,” Hunter rephrases, his voice noticeably a lot quieter, as if afraid the world might hear. “And then, when she had me cornered, you”— his hands clutch his sleeves —“you jumped in to save me.”

Luz remembers.

She replays the entire scene in her head, and she sees herself stepping in. Despite all the conflicting thoughts, Luz did not hesitate; she yelled and took the blow, and that was the last thing she saw before blacking out.

The teenage girl can’t help but hear the conflict in his words. Hunter sounds guilty and confused. Then she realizes. The white cloak still protecting her, her bandaged arm, the light spells illuminating her view…

No one has ever gone out of their way to protect him.

Knowing Lilith, Luz is aware the Emperor’s Coven is hell. Imagine then, how it must be for a teenage boy who could’ve been a normal student at Hexside, being forced to work for Belos. Luz might only see it through Hunter’s scars and his short-tempered and distant attitude, but… truly, the Emperor is not a merciful man.

It’s all he must’ve learned.

And yet he’s so desperate to get out, that he told Luz about his life, he reached out to her… and now, he’s taking care of her. This isn’t a joke, nor a plan.

Hunter must be very confused.

Luz has… so many thoughts. Strange ones. Quite usual for a human living in the Boiling Isles, really.

The little Rascal flies over to Hunter’s shoulder for comfort. The boy might flinch at first, but he relaxes his body. Luz smiles in support, while the other hides half of his face in his arms.

“Hey,” she says, scooting a little closer to him, “thanks for looking after me.”

Hunter finally snaps his head at her, and his face… becomes as red as the cardinal chirping.

“I-I—” He coughs a little too violently, “W-Well, what else could I’ve done? I couldn’t just leave you there, after I asked for your help! I mean- we still have our truce, remember?”

“Well yeah, but…” Luz gestures at the light spells that join them. “I think there’s some light inside you, after all.”

After a few seconds, Hunter groans, “That was terrible.”

Luz giggles along with the Rascal. The boy sighs it out.

“In any case, we’ll have to stay here for the night. You’re not in any condition to fly all the way back to the Owl House,” Hunter observes her, with a speck of worry. He blushes again and avoids her eyes. “Early morning, we’ll get out of here.”

Luz hums. “Roger!”

“… my name is Hunter.”

“Nevermind.”

He shrugs. “I made sure to leave traps near us. I had to use some papers of yours, though.”

“Wow, someone’s becoming a pro already?” She smirks.

“I-It’s not that hard,” Hunter scoffs, “but yeah… I’ve been practicing when I can.”

“Too bad you can’t come to my glyph lessons. I’ve been teaching Eda.”

He raises an eyebrow. “The Owl Lady?”

“Mm-hmm,” Luz grins. “You could learn a lot more from me.”

Surprisingly, Hunter smiles back. “I already do.”

The girl admits, he looks good smiling. Wait.

Noticing that, he returns to his serious persona.

“You should rest now,” Hunter advises, “the healing potion I gave you might take a while to have effect.”

“Okay,” she yawns as soon as he says it. How convenient.

As soon as she lies down, Luz watches Hunter not following his advice at all.

“Well, aren’t you gonna rest too?”

“I don’t need sleep.”

Luz frowns. “Your eyebags beg to differ.”

Hunter hisses silently, like a grumpy cat.

“Hey, we’ve had a long day, some hours of sleep won’t hurt you,” she insists.

“I can’t let my guard down again,” Hunter says firmly. He faces away from her. “I can’t ever lose focus.”

She would’ve teased him more, but it wouldn’t feel right.

“… I’ll be okay,” Luz reassures him. “You made sure we’re safe; they’ll think twice before getting to us again.”

The sixteen-year-old boy holds a very long stare, mentally trying to trust her words. Luz smiles at him with support.

“Right,” he sighs. “You win.”

Luz is, admittedly, kind of surprised he’s complying, but he must be really tired. When does he even get to rest?

Hunter lies down beside her, though he keeps his distance. It allows the Rascal to sit between them, and Luz pets the adorable little bird. As for Hunter, he turns around and she only finds his back.

“Hey, um, do you want your cloak back?” Luz asks.

“You need it more than I do. It’s cold out here.”

“You sure? Aren’t you cold, too?”

“Not really. I’ll be fine.”

“Okay…” Luz hugs the white cape close, and quickly smirks, “I might not give it back though. I’m a known heat stealer.”

Even when she doesn’t see his face, the girl can tell he’s rolling his eyes.

“Whatever. Go to sleep.”

She snorts.

Although the Boiling Isles are not generally peaceful, there’s… quite a beauty to it. Even when she’s being hunted by the evil Emperor himself, this might be one of the few moments of peace Luz’s had since arriving here.

Ironically, with the guy she once hated. She’s not too sure how to feel about him yet… but he’s really just a kid, forced into a destiny that is not his own. He’s really trying to come out of his shell, and it’s pretty sweet.

Luz might lean a little to check if he’s asleep – as it turns out, he’s already sleeping like a rock. Who knows how much he needed it.

She smiles and soon joins him, guarded by his newfound magic.

#the owl house #luz noceda #toh hunter #lunter #abuse mention tw #fanfiction #toh spoilers

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Unexpected Love [Kai Parker] || Part One

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pairing - kai parker x fem, human!reader

type - fluff, angst

note / request - this request is by @mrs-parker-1972 “The reader is on the other side with the others, and gets trapped there with bonnie and damon, or you can just skip to part when all three of them are in the prison world. So i am not really sure on how the reader meets kai, but you can improvise that part, I trust you. And then well, um, the reader and kai will hate each other and despise each other (damon and bonnie are in the real time world I guess?) And then kai does something human for the reader (you know, coz he doesn't have feelings) and it wakes something in him and the reader and kai grow close to each other, and I really don't know what else, but like can you, make their time in the prison world longer?? (Kai and the reader's) . And please it would be hilarious if you could add some comedic lines if damon, coz you know, damon is damon. And it would be AWESOME if you added the deleted scene of kai Parker where he is really emotional, and he says that after the reader touches a really soft spot about his child hood. And please make the reader human.”

note - so i was planning on just rewatching the 6th season and copying scenes but i discovered it would take so long lol, so i split this into a 4 parts. i also didn’t really copy anything from the show, just the scene at the end. so most of this is just my writing. part two is at the end and word count is 7k+

summary - you and kai fall in love over a period of time after spending time with each other in the prison world

warnings / includes - language, alcohol, crying, fighting,

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*gif isn't mine*

“Maybe if you didn’t take so long to look for Alaric, we would still be alive!” I exclaimed.

“Hey, you’re the one who insisted that you have a whole conversation with Lexi about the last few years,” Damon spat.

“Yeah, but we were both already with Bonnie. You were miles away!”

“You two stop it!” Bonnie shouted, putting her hands up in-between Damon and I.

“No, Damon needs to know that this is his fault,” I glared.

“Oh, hardly. Why were you even there, again?” Damon asked.

“Because you twisted my neck, jackass. Which thank you, by the way,” you smiled sourly.

“Man, I wish you weren’t wearing that ring. You being dead right now would really-”

“Damon!” Bonnie yelled again. “I’m serious. You two need to stop. You’re giving me a headache.”

“Not my fault,” I mumbled, looking down at the road.

“Liar,” Damon said not-so-quietly.

“Before you two start again, let me remind you that I’m scared and mad, too. We can’t just fight the whole time, though. We need to see if we can get out. You two have been fighting about this for months, so stop,” Bonnie said.

“We’re dead, Bon-Bon. We can’t get out,” Damon said.

I rolled my eyes and started to walk away from them. I couldn’t stand Damon.

“Where are you going?” Damon exclaimed.

“To look for a way out, and to get away from you!” I yelled without looking back.

“See? She’s useless,” Damon muttered behind my back.

I let out a long, distressed sigh. “I’m going back home.”

“Same. I need some food,” Bonnie said, catching up with me.

We walked for miles until we got to Damon’s house. I was sweating and panting by the time we got there. We had no cars so it was a good 5 mile walk.

“Need any water?” Damon asked as we walked inside his house.

“Yes, please,” I breathed out.

I trudged over to the couch, flopping down and taking my sneakers off. Damon came back over with a big class of cold water. I smiled at him gratefully, standing up to take it. Damon had other ideas, though. He lifted the glass up to the top of his head, making it hard for me to grab it.

“Oh, c’mon. You’re such a dick!” I whined, jumping up. My fingertips skimmed the bottom the glass, but I still was just a little too short to grab it.

“Say that magic words,” Damon smirked.

I rolled my eyes. “Thank you, oh great wise one.”

Damon smiled happily, setting the glass down on the table.

“Jerk,” I muttered, taking a long sip of the water.

“You love me!” Damon sang. “Nope,” I shook my head.

“Hey, we need to get more food,” Bonnie stated from the kitchen.

“Then go and get it, Bon-Bon,” Damon muttered.

“I was just about to, Damon,” Bonnie spat.

“Maybe you can go and learn magic again, too,” Damon snickered.

I turned my head to him. glaring. “Wow, you are just full of shit today. Huh, Damon?”

Damon rolled his eyes at my insult. “Yeah, well, I don’t want to be stuck here. I want to see Elena.”

“And you will! Who knows, maybe I’ll get my magic back. While I’m out I’ll go and practice magic,” Bonnie shrugged off Damon’s insult.

“Good idea. I’ll go with you,” I smiled, standing up and slipping back on my shoes.

“With all do respect Bonnie, you haven’t been able to do magic ever since you became the anchor. What makes you think you can do it now?” Damon asked.

“Just have faith, Damon. She can do it. I know it,” I smiled at Bonnie, who smiled gratefully back at me.

“Fine. But are you guys gonna leave me all alone?” Damon whined.

“Yep,” I nodded, walking over to the door.

“Who’s the rude one now?” Damon challenged. I put a finger up to my chin and hummed, pretending that I was thinking hard. I then put on a charming smile.

“Still you. Ready Bonnie?” I turned to the girl next to me who was putting on a jacket.

“Yep. See you later, Damon,” Bonnie smiled and waved.

“See you,” I nodded.

Damon waved goodbye as we shut the door behind us. I walked with Bonnie until we split off. She went to her grandmother’s house, while I went to the little supermarket a few miles out.

Walking there was a pain in the ass. I had my car keys with me, but I couldn’t seem to find my car. Even though this place had everything else; Damon’s house, my house, Bonnie’s grandmother’s house. Even Elena’s house. Just not my car, which pissed me off, but I knew I couldn’t start to get mad again. Getting angry and upset wouldn’t help us get out of here.

I walked up to the supermarket and entered the market, expecting someone to be at the register, but no one was there. I laughed at myself for expecting someone. Every time I’ve gone out, I’ve always expected to see people. But I remind myself that I’m dead. Of course no one would be here. We were all alone. Those cars outside were just there because this was just a very real, very confusing after-life.

I grabbed a shopping cart and started getting the stuff we needed. Eggs, milk, fruit, vegetables, bread. I then got some soda and water bottle cases, some bags of chips and sweets. I went over to the frozen food section and got a few microwavable dinners and some ingredients to make food like chilli and tacos. I went around the store once more, making sure I got everything we needed. I passed one shelf, stopping once I realised that something was missing.

“I thought there were pork rinds here,” I muttered.

Merry-go-round music then started to play. I turned a full 360, trying to see if there was anybody in the store with me. No one was here. I went outside of the store, seeing the little merry-go-round spinning.

“That’s weird,” I mumbled.

I heard the sound of flapping and my head snapped to the sound. I saw someone pass by in a flash. Goosebumps sprung up on my arms and the hairs on the back of my neck raised. I got this uneasy feeling in my stomach as my mind went to disturbing thoughts.

“Hello?” I called out.

I walked further into the parking lot, hearing the noise again. I sighed as I realised it was probably just Damon pulling a prank on me.

“Very funny, Damon! You’ve freaked me out, good job. You can come out now!” I exclaimed, my eyes searching the open area.

The merry-go-round came to a stop and I let out a deep breath to try and calm myself down. Bonnie, Damon, and I were the only ones here. No one was going to hurt me… Right?

The merry-go-round music started up again suddenly. I jumped in surprise and fear, doing another 360.

“Must be on a timer,” I muttered.

“False,” an unfamiliar, matter-of-fact voice spoke behind me.

I froze in my spot, afraid to turn around as I knew that definitely wasn’t Damon.

“Don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you,” the voice said, getting closer to me.

The person appeared in front of me. I stiffened up more as the voice belonged to a man. A very attractive man, might I add. He had a big, teasing smile on his face. His blue eyes danced around my face, studying me as I studied him. He had brown hair that was combed up, wearing jeans, a black t-shirt, a green jacket and carrying a bag of pork rinds.

“Oh, you’re the one who stole the pork rinds. Who are you?” I asked. “I’m Kai,” the man held his free hand out.

My eyes flickered down to his arm and back up to his eyes. I put my hand out gingerly, slipping my hand into his slowly. I kept eye contact as we shook hands. My stomach did flips as we touched.

“Nice to meet you, Kai. I’m Y/n,” I offered him a friendly smile.

“Oh, I know,” Kai shrugged. I furrowed my brows, instinctively pulling my hand away from his.

“How?” I asked.

“I’ve been watching you and your friends for a while,” he admitted.

“Oh,” I said, my eyes wide in shock.

“Yep! It’s so nice to have friends now. Man, I have been really lonely,” he chuckled.

“We aren’t friends. And what do you mean you’ve been lonely. Are you dead, too? Have you been stuck here as long as us, too?” I asked.

Kai frowned, stepping closer to me. “Why all the questions? Don’t you want to get to know me?”

“Um,” I shifted uncomfortably on my feet, stepping back so there was distance between us.

“Am I making you uncomfortable? Sorry about that. It’s been a while since I’ve had face-to-face type human interaction,” he chuckled, looking down to the ground.

“No, it’s fine. Anyways, are you dead, too?” I repeated one of my burning questions.

“No! I am very much alive. Well, I think so. You can kiss me to find out, though,” he flirted.

I felt the tip of my ears grow warm as his suggestion. “No, thanks.”

“Oh! I’m doing it again. God, sorry. You are just so pretty and i get nervous when I’m around girls. Especially ones like you.”

I chuckled, my grip on the shopping cart tightening. “So, you said you have been lonely. For how long, exact?”

“Long time. I’m not sure. It’s 1994, though,” he explained.

My eyes bulged out of my head. “What?! It’s 1994?”

“Yep. There’s literally newspapers everywhere,” he snorted.

“Well, I haven’t really been observant, I guess. What are we doing in 1994?”

“We’re stuck!” He explained. “Oh, damn,” I muttered.

“Yeah, it sucks, but now you guys are here to keep me company!” He grinned.

I smiled politely at him, getting ready to turn around and go back home. “Right. Well, I gotta go. My friends are expecting me for dinner. Maybe you could uh… You could um, come to dinner?”

His eyes widened in surprise. I kept on my smile, shifting the weight in my feet.

“Really?” He asked.

“Yeah, why not! Um, chilli sound good?” I asked. “Perfect. I’ll bring drinks,” he suggested.

“Sounds great. Well, um, see you later?” I proposed, getting ready to turn around.

“Yep,” he smiled. “Great,” I chuckled, looking down shyly. I began to turn around, but Kai stopped me.

“Why don’t I drive you there? It’d be tedious of you to carry the cart all the way home, right?” Kai asked.

I turned back around, “Um… Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. Are you sure, though?”

“Positive.”

My smiled widely, giggling a little. “Well, yeah, I’d really appreciate it.”

“Great. My car’s over here,” He said and pointed to a dark blue Chevy.

“Wow, this is a really cool car,” I said, wheeling the car to it. “Yeah, I know,” he smiled, shoving his hands in his pockets.

I opened up the trunk and loaded the groceries in the car. I then walked over to the passenger seat and got in, buckling and waiting for Kai to get in the driver’s seat. We got to Damon’s place in 10 minutes. I was very thankful I had met him, even though he was a little bit of a weirdo. Kai parked in the entry way and he helped me take in the groceries.

“Hey, Damon! Is Bonnie home yet?” I called out.

“Yeah! I am,” Bonnie came out from the kitchen. Her smile faltered as he saw Kai standing next to me. “Who, uh, who is this?” “Oh!” I giggled. “This is Kai. We met at the supermarket.”

“Oh, really? Hi, Kai,” Damon narrowed his eyes at him.

“Hi, Damon!” Kai said cheerfully. “How the hell do you know my name?” Damon asked.

“Oh, he’s just uh… He’s just been observing us and stuff,” I explained.

“Hm, not creepy at all,” Damon muttered. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Kai. Are you joining us for dinner?” Bonnie asked.

“Yeah, I hope that’s okay,” Kai said. “Yeah! It’s fine, guys, right?” I asked.

“Sure,” Bonnie nodded.

“Great! I brought drinks, too,” he said, holding a bag filled with bourbon and whiskey.

“Great, but we already have some,” Damon said, gesturing to the liquor cabinets.

“Oh,” Kai frowned. “But it’s fine! We’ll drink your’s,” I said.

“Great,” Kai perked up again. “Let’s get dinner started, yeah?” I suggested, walking over to the kitchen.

Everyone nodded in agreement and helped with dinner. Kai mostly helped. Damon got bored in the middle and went to his room to do God know’s what, while Bonnie went to sit on the couch and watch 90′s classics.

“Thanks for helping with dinner,” I said. “No problem. You are an amazing cook,” Kai complimented.

“You haven’t even tasted the food,” I chuckled.

“Well, you seem to know the recipe and whatnot. And it smells amazing.”

“Well, thank you,” I smiled, turning and looked at him.

My eyes met his and a wave of butterflies washed over me. I looked into his mysterious blue eyes, getting lost in them quickly.

“Is dinner done yet?” Damon asked, interrupting the moment.

I jumped away from Kai in an instant, hanging my head low in embarrassment.

“Yeah,” I muttered, walking away and getting bowls out. I poured the chilli in each bowl, bringing them to the table with a glasses of Kai’s alcohol.

“Dig in.” I sprinkled cheese over my chilli.

“Let me take a sip of this bourbon first,” Damon said, holding the glass up skeptically. He brought the glass up to his lips, taking a slow and small sip. As soon as the bourbon touched his lips, he dropped the glass on the floor and his hand flew to his throat.

“Oh, my God. Damon, are you okay?” I jumped up from my seat, running over to him.

“V-Vervain,” Damon gasped. “Vervain… What?” I gulped, my eyes immediately meeting with Kai’s.

“You!” I pointed. “Oops,” Kai chuckled, getting out of his seat.

“Not so fast,” Bonnie said, grabbing his arm to sit him back down. Kai grabbed her arm, too. Bonnie started screaming and holding his hand in pain.

“What? What are you doing to her!” I exclaimed, going over to them.

“Taking her magic,” Kai shrugged. “What! B-But… How?” I asked.

“She’s a witch, so am I. Well, not exactly. I’m more of what you say… a siphon,” he explained as if I was supposed to know.

“Well, whatever are you, get off of her!” I yelled, taking ahold of his jacket and pulling him away. I stumbled back, still holding onto him.

“I wasn’t done yet!” Kai whined.

“I don’t care! You were hurting her,” I glared at him, shoving him out of the way and going to Bonnie.

“Hey, did he burn you? Let’s get your arm under some water,” I said, grabbing her shoulder gently.

“No, I’m not burned. It just hurt like hell. Ugh! Why did you do that?!” Bonnie exclaimed angrily at Kai.

“Because I needed the power to do this,” Kai said, holding up his hand. He made the bottle of bourbon float up and poured it all over Damon.

“Stop!” I shrieked, running over to shove his arm down, but he sent me flying across the room with his other hand.

“Sorry, princess, but I can’t let you ruin this,” Kai said.

I groaned, holding the back of my head. “Screw you.”

“Oh, I wish you could,” Kai winked at you.

I gagged in disgust and got up slowly, groaning at the paining my back. “Not anymore.” Kai chuckled will finishing pouring the bottle of bourbon on Damon, then lifting him up and throwing him against the wall.

“B-Bonnie. D-Do mag-gic,” Damon whimpered. “Yeah, please do,” I nodded, balancing myself on the island counter.

“Yeah, please do, Bonnie. Please humiliate yourself in front of your friends. It’s so sad that you can’t do magic. I’ve been watching you for weeks now. What’s even the point of you trying? What’re you gonna do, fail at me? It’s embarrassing. I’m embarrassed for you,” Kai taunted her.

Bonnie gave him a death glare and looked around the room, spotting a few candles. She closed her eyes and held up her hand. “Phasmatos Incendia.”

I watched in amazement as the candles lit. Bonnie then turned to Kai, who had a shocked look on his face. She grinned at him, cocking her head to the side.

“I’m embarrassed for you,” she mocked him.

“Dammit,” Kai muttered. “Looks like I have to kill you now. I was planning on for that to be later.” “Oh, no you don’t,” Damon remarked, getting up slowly. He then sped over to Kai and before Kai could react, Bonnie held Kai’s arms back while Damon punched Kai.

“You’re going down, wacko,” Damon muttered, taking Kai’s head in his hands and slamming him down on the floor, knocking Kai out.

“Are you okay, Damon?” I asked immediately. “Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s get him chained up,” Damon said.

“Yeah, okay,” I nodded, going over and lifting Kai up form under his arms.

“Good job, Bon-Bon. About time,” Damon patted Bonnie on the back.

“Thanks,” Bonnie gave him a small smile.

Bonnie helped me chain up Kai to a chair, Damon going on the couch to heal and rest.

“I can’t believe you liked him,” Damon spoke up after a while.

“I didn’t,” I protested. “You sure? You were drooling all over him when he first came into the house. You're type is crazy,” Damon smirked.

I rolled my eyes, wanting to change the subject. “I think the whiskey he brought also has vervain in it.”

“He’s right, Y/n. You have horrible taste in guys,” Bonnie teased.

I scoffed. “Un-called for! Damon’s supposed to be the rude one.”

“It’s not being rude if I’m telling the truth,” Bonnie smirked. “Yeah, well, I guess I liked him. Not anymore, though,” I sighed, sitting down on the couch next to Damon.

“Good. We would definitely have had to take you to therapy,” Damon smirked.

I laughed with him, letting out a long sigh. “I just still can’t believe there is someone here with us.” “Yeah, and he’s a psycho,” Damon spat.

“What're we gonna do with him when he wakes up?” I asked.

“Interrogate him. See what he knows, what he wants, how to get out of here,” Damon answered.

“Well, I know a little bit about what he knows,” I said. “We’re in 1994.”

“Yeah, I know,” Damon muttered. “What, how?” I asked.

“While you were gone we found a newspaper. Apparently, we have been re-living May 10th since we got here,” Bonnie said sourly.

“Oh. Great,” I shook my head. “Anything else you guys found out?”

“Yes, actually. Kai is a murderer,” Bonnie said. She grabbed a newspaper from the coffee table and held it up to my face. She pointed to the left side where there were four headshots of teenagers.

“Family Massacred in Portland. The only one missing was the oldest boy. A 22 year-old named Malachai,” I read aloud. I then looked up to Kai who was still knocked out. “I-Is he Malachai?”

“All signs point to yes,” Damon said. “My God. I liked a murderer? Jesus, what is wrong with me?” I muttered, setting the newspaper down.

“Really? Your type in men is what you’re worried about?” Damon scoffed.

I smiled a little. “No, no! It’s just… Weird to me. Anyways, if he knows the way out, we have to get out without him, okay?”

“Deal,” Bonnie nodded.

“Do you guys want to go to bed?” I asked. “Well, someone has to stay and watch,” Damon gestured to Kai.

“Why don’t you. You’re the immortal,” I nudged his shoulder.

“Fine. I’ll alert you guys when he wakes up,” Damon said.

“Great. Thanks, Damon,” Bonnie smiled. “Mhm. No prob!” Damon exclaimed as Bonnie and I climbed up the stairs.

“He is kinda cute,” Bonnie said once we reached one the guest bedroom.

“Who? Damon?” I asked. “No, Kai,” Bonnie explained.

I raised my brows, my mouth formed in the shape of an ‘O’.

“What?” Bonnie asked. “I cannot believe you just said that about our enemy. You’re never this two-faced,” I smirked.

Bonnie rolled her eyes, “Yeah, well, he’s still a sociopath.”

“True that. Hey, wanna have a sleepover? Maybe have some fun,” I suggested.

“Yes! Oh, I wish that Care and Elena were here,” Bonnie sighed.

“Me, too, Bon. We’ll get to see them soon, though.” I put a hand on her shoulder.

“I hope,” Bonnie smiled. I smiled back and went to the closet, finding a pair of sweats and a tank top. Bonnie and I got ready for bed, staying up for a good hour talking, finally passing out across the bed.

I was the first one to wake up. I rose up slowly and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. Once I opened them fully, I looked around the room with complete confusion. Once I looked at the clock, though, I finally realised that I was in a repeating loop of May 10th, 1994. You’d think waking up for months in this place, I would get used to it, but I really never have. Not yet, at least.

“Disappointing, right?” Bonnie spoke next to me. I turned, chuckling in agreement. “Most definitely.”

“At least we got a full night’s sleep. It’s 10 AM,” Bonnie said. “True,” I nodded, getting up and stretching.

“Let’s go and see the sociopath living downstairs,” I groaned.

“I’ll need coffee before I see him,” Bonnie said, getting up and putting on a robe.

“Oh, me, too,” I chuckled.

We both went downstairs after freshening up, going to the kitchen immediately.

“Um, hello? Did you forget about us?” Damon asked form the living room.

“Yep,” Bonnie smiled at him. Damon rolled his eyes, going over to us.

“Hurry up, sleeping beauties. Malachai is awake,” Damon said, his eyes going wide as he said Kai’s full name.

“Please, it’s Kai,” Kai said. “Hm, nope. I read Malachai in the newspaper,” Damon gave Kai his signature sarcastic smile.

Bonnie and I laughed at Damon defying Kai. I poured myself some coffee and made myself some eggs and toast before going over to Damon.

“Alright, I am ready to get this interrogation on,” I smiled, sitting down on the couch.

“Me, too,” Bonnie said, sitting next to me.

“Wow, you look beautiful when just waking up,” Kai complimented.

“Drop the act, weirdo,” I rolled my eyes.

“I was actually talking to the green-eyed beauty next to you,” Kai grinned.

I couldn’t help but frown. My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach and I looked down at my food, picking up the toast and nibbling on the crust.

“You can still drop the act. We want answers,” Bonnie demanded.

“Ooh, you are so sexy while dominant,” Kai winked. “And you are so gross and desperate,” Bonnie stated.

“If you don’t give us answers, I’ll snap your neck,” Damon threatened.

I looked up and saw Kai pursing his lips.

“It’s so funny,” Kai stated. “What is?” Damon asked.

“Well, you three seem to hate me, yet you haven’t killed me yet,” Kai explained.

“Because we need information from you, and you are withholding for no reason,” Bonnie explained further.

“Fine. But I want Y/n to ask the questions,” Kai said, his blue eyes landing on me.

I glared at him right away. “Why me? You seem pretty infatuated with Bonnie.”

“Jealousy is not a good look on you, princess,” he spoke playfully.

I had to fight the butterflies that were swarming in my stomach. “And being annoying is not a good way for us to not kill you.”

Kai laughed, “Fair. So, what do you guys want to know?”

“Why are we here? Is this my personal hell?” Damon asked quickly.

I furrowed my brows and looked up at him. “Why do you think this is your personal hell?”

“Well, first of all my car is parked in the entry way. Yeah, I noticed that. And second… There was something bad I did during May 10th, 1994,” Damon sighed.

“Damon… What did you do?” Bonnie’s voice wavered. “Yeah, Damon, what did you do?” Kai pressed on.

“You,” Damon pointed to Kai. “Shut it. And… You guys would hate me if I told you. Like, hate me for real.”

“Oh, I bet it’s not too bad,” I smiled comfortingly.

“Nope, it’s bad,” Damon sighed. “Well, then tell us,” Bonnie pushed.

Damon sighed, walking from the back of the couch to the armchair. He slumped down. “I… I killed a pregnant woman.”

The plate that was once in my hand clattered to the ground.

“You what!?” Bonnie exclaimed.

“Not one of my best moments,” Damon sighed.

“W-Why?” I stuttered, racking my brain for any type of logical explanation.

“Cause I was mad at Stefan,” Damon shrugged. “And that justifies the fact that you killed a pregnant woman?” Bonnie shouted.

“Yeah, yeah, I know! I’m a horrible person, okay?” Damon exclaimed, shooting up from his seat.

“You’re worse than I thought. How can Elena love you!” Bonnie scoffed.

I stood up in-between them. “Okay, not the time, guys. We need to ask Kai questions.”

“And before you do that, I need you guys to get a few things for me,” Kai said.

I groaned, “What now?”

“Well, I need to make a list, and I can’t if I’m all tied up.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine.” I went over to him, untying the rope. I then got a paper and pencil and handed them to him.

“Thank you, honey,” Kai gave me an eye-blinding grin.

“Yeah, whatever,” I muttered, going to the kitchen to get a dustpan to sweep up the broken pieces of the plate.

“Alright!” Kai announced after a few moments. “All done.” “Great. I’ll go out,” I said, going over and taking the paper out of his hand. Kai reached out to stop me, though.

“Nope. I want you to stay,” Kai said. “Why?” I asked.

“Because you’re so cute,” he complimented. “Shut up. I will kill you,” I sneered, jerking my arm out of his grasp.

“I’ll go. I don’t want to be around Damon,” Bonnie snarled, snatching the piece of paper.

“Bon, c’mon,” Damon said helplessly, following her to the door.

They both went out of the house. I could hear Bonnie shouting from the outside.

“Finally alone together,” Kai said.

“Yeah, no. I’m going upstairs,” I said, turning on my heels.

“If you stay I'll tell you everything,” Kai said.

I stopped in my track, turning back to him slowly. “Really?”

He nodded. “I promise.”

“Fine,” I sighed, sitting back down on the couch. Kai got up and walked over. He sat down right next to me.

I huffed and got up, sitting in the armchair.

“Fine, I’ll talk to you this way, I guess. So, what do you want to know?” Kai asked.

“Why did you kill your family?” I asked. “Well, I was born into a coven of witches. The Gemini coven, to be exact. I was the black sheep of my family. The one whose magical ability was sucking the power out of people. My family hated me. My father hated me. He never showed me love or tried to understand me,” he explained.

“And that’s why you killed your whole family? Because you never got love?” I asked.

“Yep. Basically,” he shrugged. “Not a good enough reason,” I shook my head.

“Well, what were you expecting?”

I sighed, “I don’t know.”

“Precisely. Anyways, that’s why this is my personal hell. Not Damon’s.”

“How do we get out of here?” I asked.

“Well, there’s this thing called an ascendent. That will take us home,” he explained.

“Okay, what is it?” I asked.

“A mystical relic that was created by my family. It can harnesses the power of a celestial event and creates a portal, to which we can all then go home.”

“And where is the ascendent?” I asked. “I have no idea,” Kai smiled.

“Ugh! Seriously? How are we going to get out of here now?” “Well, the stuff I asked Bonnie to get will help us. Don’t worry,” he shrugged.

“Okay, well, I’m going to go and get ready for the day,” I said, standing up.

“And you’re going to leave me here alone? What if I kill you in the shower?” Kai asked.

“Well, I need a shower. So, if you do, at least I’ll be released from this world,” I smiled sweetly, walking off.

I heard him chuckle behind me. I sighed quietly and climbed up the stairs. I could not wait to get out of there.

I came back downstairs after 30 minutes. I first looked in the living room, seeing Bonnie and Damon with Kai.

“Took you long enough,” Damon said.

I rolled my eyes, “I assume Kai filled you in?” “Yep. I have to do a spell now to find the ascendent,” Bonnie nodded.

“And we’re gonna do that with Kai having jam on his fingers?” I asked, pointing to Kai was scooping out jam with his hands.

“Well, I’m not gonna do the spell. Bonnie will. I’ll just guide her,” Kai explained.

I hummed in reply and nodded. “Alright, well, let’s get started then.”

Bonnie and Kai went to the dining room table to work. Spreading out a big map and putting some of Kai’s blood on the paper to do a locator spell.

We watched as she tried a few times before she realised the blood wasn’t moving.

“It doesn’t feel right,” she sighed. “Maybe I need bigger map.”

“Maybe you’re just out of practice, and you suck at magic now,” Damon said.

“Ignore him, Bonnie. Pretend he’s a white noise machine,” Kai said. “That’s how I used to tune out my siblings.”

“How many siblings?” I asked casually.

“Seven,” Kai answered. “You know, all of them constantly yammering. But it, uh, taught me how to focus.” He went by Bonnie, looking her in the eye, his gaze traveling down to her lips.

A pang of jealously hit my heart. I looked down at the ground, not wanting to see them kiss, if they did.

“Easy there, big brother,” Damon remarked. “She doesn’t know you. At least buy her a drink.”

Bonnie and Kai chuckled, looking at each other. I groaned quietly, going to the kitchen to get myself a drink.

“Hey! Where are you going, princess?” Kai called.

“Somewhere where you’re not,” I grumbled.

I got out a bottle of scotch, taking a swig from the bottle.

“Woah, easy there, princess,” Damon mocked the nickname Kai had given me.

I glared at him. “Do not call me that.”

“What, I can’t, but Kai can? Sounds like someone still has a crush,” Damon sang.

“I do not!”

“You sure you don’t like him? Cause I think you two would make a great fit. He’s crazy and well, you seem to like crazy.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, like you and Elena are a great fit, right? You being the one who keeps breaking up with her and all.”

I then walked past Damon and back into the living room, earning a glare from him.

“The blood’s moving towards Virginia. Can’t be right,” Kai said.

“Mm-mm. Spell’s working. It’s showing me Mystic Falls. It feels so… close,” Bonnie said, putting her hand on Kai’s jacket, candles lighting up.

“It right here,” Bonnie said, pressing her hand into his chest.

Kai took out the ascendent from his jacket pocket, an expression of shock on his face. “Very good.”

“That’s the ascendent?” I asked. “The one and only,” Kai smiled.

“Thanks for the mind games, jackass,” Damon said.

“It was just another little test. To make sure Bonnie’s magic was precise enough for the spell,” Kai explained. “I do believe we’re ready. Pack your bags, we’re going home.”

Kai then walked out of the house and to the front yard, stopping every few moments.

“You’re wandering around like a crazy man, why?” Damon asked.

“I’m looking for the exact right spot,” Kai answered, holding the ascendent up to the sky. “We need to find where the power of the eclipse is focused.”

“You know, you could have just showed us the ascendant to begin with,” Bonnie said.

“Yeah, but I wanted to feel your hand on my chest,” Kai smirked.

A frown rested upon my lips and I looked down at the ground.

“He is so annoying,” Bonnie muttered.

“You’re just not used to guys hitting on you,” Damon said. “You know, I can’t wait to get out of here,” Bonnie glared.

She then went next to me. I held my head back up, but not looking at her.

“Hey, how you holding up?” She asked. “Oh, fine,” I shrugged. “I’m getting kind of bored, though.”

“Yeah, I feel you… Hey,” Bonnie said, putting her hand on my arm. I turned to her, “Yeah?”

“Kai is a sociopath. He’s just flirting with us to get a rise out of each other. I know you don’t like him anymore, but that attraction you felt to him is probably still there. Let’s not let him tear us apart, okay? We’re stronger than some guy,” she smiled.

I smiled with her, perking up. “Yeah. You’re right. Sorry, just between him calling me pet names and the fact that Damon is always so pissy, it’s hard to be optimistic.”

“Well, I can do magic again now, so there’s one reason!” “Very true. Good job, by the way,” I complimented. “Why, thank you,” Bonnie chuckled.

We followed Kai and Damon, beginning to talk about our plans for when we got home. I looked down at the ground as she talked about her plans with Jeremy. I kicked around a rock, a pair of shoes appearing in front of me. It was Kai. Before my body could stop, I knocked into him.

His hands supported my waist, holding me up. My eyes met his and for a split second, I could see the human in him. I pushed him away though, scoffing in the process.

“A little warning next time?”

Kai just smiled down at me, then looking up to the sky. “The eclipse will happen directly overhead. In perfect alignment with the Gemini constellation. You need to dig under the tunnels below us. We’ll do the spell here,” Kai said

“Wait, why do we have to dig?” Damon asked.

“Have you never portal-jumped through an eclipse before? Okay, look, the light of the eclipse will shine down and activate the ascendant. You spout a little witchy woo and then, poof! Anyone standing in the circle of light holding the ascendant goes home,” Kai explained.

“Let me see the spell,” Bonnie said. “When the time comes,” Kai smiled.

He then walked past us three.

“Where are you going?” I asked. “Into town. I need to gather some important supplies,” Kai explained.

“Y/n, why don’t you watch over him to make sure he isn’t planning to kill us,” Damon said.

“What! No!” I protested. “You really want to be stuck with us? Digging a hole?” Bonnie asked.

“Not really,” I sighed. “Fine, I’ll go. See you guys later.”

“Have fun,” Bonnie smiled. “Oh, you know I will,” I smiled sourly as I followed Kai’s path.

I jogged to catch up with him. “Hey, Kai! Wait up.”

Kai stopped in his tracks, turning in surprise. “Stalking me?”

“Nope. More like babysitting.”

“Hm. Well, I’m older than you, so technically I would be doing the babysitting,” Kai said.

“Yeah, like you have any parental instincts. So, where into town are we going?”

“I thought you hated talking to me,” Kai said. “Just answer the damn question,” I glared.

“I’m picking up some personal belongings,” Kai explained.

“Why?” You asked. “Because 1994 has been my home for most of my life. I don’t want to get homesick when I go into the 21st century,” Kai answered.

“Hm, I see. Well, a lot has changed in the last 18 years,” I said.

“So I can see. They obviously didn’t make girls as pretty as Bonnie back then,” Kai smirked.

My lips pulled down into another frown. Him complimenting Bonnie was like a stake to the heart. I didn’t know why, but it bothered me a little too much to hear him talk about other girls. It was even worse considering that the girl he was talking about was my best friend.

“Hey, don’t be so sad. You’re pretty, too,” Kai nudged my shoulder.

“Wow, thanks,” I rolled your eyes.

“I’m serious! You’re more pretty than Bonnie!” Kai said. “Just want I wanted. You dragging my friend down so I can be complimented,” I hummed.

Kai rolled his eyes. “Women are so difficult. Look, I meant that you’re really pretty. Bonnie is, too. Just accept the fact I think you’re pretty!”

My face warmed up quickly and I hung my head low. “T-Thanks.”

“Let me guess, not a lot of guys compliment you?”

“They do, but doesn’t mean I don’t get flustered.”

“You seem pretty outgoing to me,” Kai said.

“Well, that’s probably because I hate you. I’m shy to guys I like,” I explained, putting my head back up.

“Hm… Or you just think that. You know, girls can be mean when they like a guy.”

“Yeah, in elementary school. Look, I’m not 8 anymore. I know the difference between love and hate and trust me, my feelings for you stand on the hate side.”

“Keep saying that, princess,” Kai remarked. “And stop calling me princess! God, it’s so annoying,” I groaned.

“C’mon, I know you like it, princess,” Kai teased, poking at my arm.

I swatted his hand away. “For someone who is a sociopath, you sure like to flirt a lot.”

“I am not a sociopath,” Kai said. “You sure are,” I chuckled.

“I’m not. I was just treated like the biggest embarrassment and disappointment of my family, and I’ve been stuck here for 18 years. It’s not fun going through what I did,” Kai argued.

I softened up a little. “Right, yeah. So, how long do we have to walk for?”

“Not very long,” Kai said.

We walked in a weirdly comfortable silence for 10 more minutes before arriving at a house.

“This your place I assume?” I asked.

“Yep. Not the place I grew up in, though,” he said, walking up. “Because you were born in Oregon?” I guessed.

“Yep. Wow, you pay attention to what I say. So sweet.” I huffed, “Just hurry up.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I waited for him outside the house, beginning to play with the locket around my neck. I took it off, opening it and smiling nostalgically.

“I miss you guys. I wish you were here,” I said to the pictures, running my fingertips on them.

“Are you talking to yourself?” Kai’s voice sounded out of nowhere.

I jumped, immediately shutting the locket. “No. Are you finished?”

“Yep,” he nodded.

“Good, let’s hurry back.”

“Who were you talking to?” He asked as we started our journey back to Bonnie and Damon.

“Nobody,” I answered. “So you were talking to yourself?” Kai pressed.

“Yeah,” I admitted. “Why?” He asked.

“It’s none of your business,” I said quickly. I hoped he got the hint that this was something that I would never share.

“Oh, please? You know, like, everything about me!”

I groaned, “No, Kai! Stop it.”

His eyebrows raised, his lips curling up into a smile. “Alright, Miss Fussy.”

I went in front of him, walking fast. We finally got back to the big hole that was now in the middle of the forrest.

“Now will you show us the spell?” Bonnie asked, panting.

“Not yet,” Kai said. “Why? We’ve done everything you want. Just get us out of here,” Damon said.

“I just… I can’t. Not yet,” Kai shrugged.

I scoffed, “Now is not the time to be a dick.”

“Wait,” Bonnie said, staring hard at Kai. “He doesn’t know the spell. Which means we don’t need him. Motus.”

Suddenly the pickaxe that Damon had flew up and plunged Kai in the heart, missing my arm by a centimeter.

“Bonnie!” I shrieked.

“What? You never liked him anyways,” Bonnie shrugged. “I have my grimoire right here, I’ll find the spell.” Bonnie pulled out the spell book from her backpack.

“Yeah, and how long is that gonna take?” Damon asked. “Not long if you two let me concentrate,” Bonnie said.

Damon groaned and walked over to me. “She seems way too calm.”

“She’s not one to freak out like you or Caroline. I’m a little mad at her, too, but I know she’s got this,” I shrugged, taking a seat on the dirt.

“Find the spell yet, Bon-Bon?” Damon asked, leaning against a tree.

“It’s been 2 minutes,” I swatted Damon’s leg. “No, but I think the Gemini coven used a Bennett spell to create this place. That's why my grams sent me here,” Bonnie explained.

I smiled at her, “Great thinking!”

Bonnie thanked me with a nod, holding the ascendent up in her hands and muttering an incantation. My jaw dropped as I saw the ascendent move outwards.

“And this is why Kai never killed me. He needed a Bennett,” Bonnie smiled triumphantly.

“See, I told you she knew what she was doing,” I smiled up at Damon.

“Yeah, well, I did, too. I was just giving her a hard time,” Damon shrugged.

Bonnie chuckled. “You guys ready to go home?”

“Hell yeah!” I exclaimed and jumped up.

We all jumped down the hole that Bonnie and Damon dug up, landing in a cave. Bonnie wasted no time dropping her blood onto the ascendant. She muttered the spell, the ascendent winding out further.

“Ready, guys?” Bonnie asked.

I nodded, walking up to her and putting my hand under her’s. Damon put his hand under mine.

“Let’s go home,” I smiled, tears threatening to fall out of my eyes.

As Bonnie was about to say the spell, an arrow struck just right under my heart and sent me flying. Another arrow also hit Bonnie. I hit a pile of rocks, my head turning to whoever hit me. It was Kai.

“Forgetting someone?” He asked. “Did you really think I haven’t tried to kill myself before? Because I have.” He loaded up the crossbow again.

Damon made a move for the ascendent that was now on the floor.

“Grab that or the next arrow will be in their hearts. Your choice.” Kai threatened.

Damon sighed and sped over to Bonnie, pulling the arrow out from her body. She screamed in pain, my eyes widening as I watched Kai take the ascendent.

“Damon!” I exclaimed as Damon as about to feed us his blood.

Damon fed Bonnie his blood quickly and ran up to Kai, knocking the ascendent out of his hand. My eyes fell to the ascendent as it was close enough for me to try and grab. I tried to reach, but Bonnie was a few steps ahead of me. She then bent down to me, ripping the arrow out of my side. I screamed in pain, tears streaming down my face.

“We’re gonna get you out of here, okay? Just put pressure on this,” Bonnie said, grabbing her jacket around my wound.

I shook my head, smiling sadly. “No, I-I won’t make it. You and Damon go. You guys have too much to live for. Me? I have no family there, and we all know Caroline and Elena miss you more.”

“That is so not true,” Bonnie said. “When you were gone at camp for those 3 summers, all Care and Elena could take about was how much they’ve missed you. And I know for a fact that Tyler, Matt, and especially Stefan miss you, too. We are getting you out of here.”

“We are, Y/n. Otherwise Elena would kill me,” Damon groaned from behind me. “I would rather be killed by my hot, vampire girlfriend instead of this psycho. A little help Bonnie?”

Bonnie nodded, muttering a spell that sent Kai flying back. Damon then came over and lifted me up, carrying me over to Bonnie. We stood under the light and I looked up, smiling happily.

“I’m getting out of here,” I sighed.

“Not on my watch!” Kai exclaimed. As soon as we started to float up, Kai ran over to Damon and knocked me out of his arms.

“No!” I screamed.

“Y/n!” Bonnie exclaimed as she shot up in the portal.

I watched with hot, burning tears as Bonnie and Damon disappeared. I sobbed in pain and sadness, looking at Kai with a watery gaze.

“Why?!” I screamed.

“Because like you said, you don’t have any family there. Me neither, so there’s no reason for you to get back to your home,” Kai explained with a shit-eating grin.

“Screw you,” I muttered distantly. I felt my eyes begin to droop. My breathing was so shallow, I could barely feel my heartbeat. I looked up to the light that was shining down. Where my friends once were.

“Sleep well, princess. I’ll see you soon.” Was the last thing I heard before I lost all consciousness.

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Say My Name and I’ll Be There: 3.4

Two weeks later.

"Did Xiao ever say when he'd return?" You caught up to Aether at the front of the group. "I'm getting worried. And what about Mr. Zhongli?" The team had just entered Liyue Harbor to inspect three nameless treasure boxes that you'd found all over western Liyue.

"Nope. Not a clue. But we can stop by the funeral parlor to look for Zhongli if you want."

"Paimon thinks you worry too much. The Vigilant Yaksha can handle himself just fine."

"I-I know that!" You spoke a little too loud and a few pedestrians gave you the side eye. The tips of your ears burned red.

"I have some business to attend to regarding the winery. I'll meet you tomorrow morning." Diluc walked off without another word.

"He's not a people-person just like Xiao, don't you think?" Paimon nudged you suggestively.

"What're you saying, exactly?"

"It seems our emergency food forgot her place," Aether defended you despite his urge to tease your urgency over Xiao's return.

"Stop treating Paimon like that! I am not food!"

"She's not wrong though," Childe cozied up to you. "A little eager to see Xiao again, are we?"

"I already told you guys, it's not like that! I'm just antsy because he said he'd be back soon and it's been a few weeks now--"

"Sounds like you really like this Xiao person!" Bennett chirped. "I wonder what he's like?" He swung his arms at his side, completely carefree despite the soreness in his previously-broken arm. It had healed within a day because of his healing abilities.

"You guys are just teasing me because I'm the only girl on the team!" You pouted and crossed your arms.

"Oh come now, don't be like that." Childe put an arm around your shoulder. "What else did Xiao tell you before you left? How much he loves you and how much he'd miss you while you were away? If you want, I can tell you those things too, ojou-chan〰"

"Cut it out, Childe!" You snapped and pushed him away. That's when you noticed a few strangers were whispering and pointing at the Harbinger. "Hey--"

"Ah, don't concern yourself with them." Childe returned to a more serious nature and continued to walk behind Aether. "Let's just say I'm not as welcome in Liyue as the Traveler here."

"That's because he kicked your butt!" Paimon taunted.

"Do not forget that I've grown stronger in recent months. If you are so certain he could defeat me a second time, I'm more than happy to prove the two of you wrong."

"Why does it feel so tense all of a sudden?" Bennett whispered in your ear.

"They have a weird rivalry going."

"Ah."

"We're here--annnd it's closed," Aether's shoulders drooped once the group reached the antique shop. "'Open at 6p.m.' Great."

"That just means we have time to relax! Quick, Paimon wants to go eat some classic Liyue dishes!" She dragged Aether with her before he could protest.

"Uh...we'll meet here at six!" He called over his shoulder.

"I still don't understand how she could eat so much," Childe shrugged. "Well then, I'm off. I have some business to take care of at the bank. See you soon."

"Guess it's just you and me?" Bennett laughed nervously.

"Wanna eat lunch first?"

Your offer lit his eyes up. The two of you had practically become best friends during these past few weeks, and he found it a relief that you weren't phased by his bad luck even when it did backfire on you. To think he had found such a great friend and adventure team no less--was incredibly motivating.

After several hours of eating and checking out all the harbor had to offer, you and Bennett ended at the docks. The sun was nearly setting and cast an orange glow on its subjects. You dangled your feet over the edge and soon enough he did the same.

"I had so much fun today! Thank you for showing me around!" Bennett ate the dango you had bought for him.

"Mhm!" You didn't feign cheerfulness, but by now it was exaggerated. Bennett caught on.

"Hey, are you okay? You've been acting weird since this morning."

"I don't know. I just feel lonely without him."

"The Xiao guy? I get how that feels. I'm always lonely," he sympathized. "You can rant to me if you want. I'm a good listener."

"See, that's the thing. I'm not sure if it's safe for me to talk about it with anyone." There were brief moments in the night in which a gentle breeze would caress your skin, but they were briefer than the first and infrequent. Your heart ached and missed the comfort of knowing he was watching over you the longer he was gone.

Bennett quietly pondered your words while he swung his feet in the air. "If there's anything I know about thoughts and feelings, it's that they'll tear you apart the longer you keep them bottled up."

"Yeah...you're right." You let out a long sigh and lay your back against the cold wooden planks. "I want to get closer to him, but it feels like something bad will happen if I do."

"What do you mean?"

"He says we might be in danger, but he won't elaborate on it. I feel like unless that danger is eliminated, I won't have a chance to get to know him fully."

"I see." Bennett copied your position and reached toward the sky. "Well, I think--"

"There you are," Childe entered your field of vision. "We're all waiting for you. The antique shop is open now."

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"--These markings are those of Liyue," Linlang of the antique shop continued to explain as you approached the rest of the group. "You can see inscribed here is the anecdote of Azhdaha. They say Azhdaha was a dragon spawned by a convergence of the spirits of Geo in Liyue, and that even Rex Lapis could not easily subdue it. Rex Lapis thus summoned three adepti to his aid, and together they created a cavernous realm. Rex Lapis then battled the creature, luring it into the cavern, before ordering the adepti to seal the entrance, trapping Azhdaha within.

"The patterns on the things you brought seem to describe the three adepti joining hands to create the cavern. This crane must be the adeptus Mountain Shaper, and this deer might be Moon Carver...But this last one...huh? It seems like this pattern has been intentionally ground away by someone to the point where I can't make anything out. Who was this third adeptus? Eh, no matter; this is beyond me. Regardless, it is a complete set. Would you like to sell them or keep them as keepsakes? I can make a generous offer."

"We'd like to sell them!" Paimon nearly yelled with excitement over the potential mora.

"Wait! May I see the third artifact?" The clerk held it out to you, and you examined the damaged box in your hands. Something about this box called to you, though you didn't know why you felt that way. You were mesmerized as you rubbed the ground-out etchings in the material with your thumb.

"Do you know something about these?" Childe suddenly became much more interested in the conversation and leaned toward you.

"I've never seen these before, but...I feel like this one is familiar."

"But there's nothing readable on it," Bennett remarked. "How can you think it's familiar if there aren't any distinguishing features?

"I...don't know..." She said these were depictions of three adepti, right? Moon Carver, Mountain Shaper...Could it have been a depiction of Cloud Retainer? But why would it be scratched out if that were the case? Maybe it's one of the yakshas? W-wait a second--

"Do you want to keep it?" Aether pulled your head out of the clouds and you lost your train of thought.

"No, that's okay." You placed the box on the counter, mind wondering once again as LinLang explained her offer to Aether. Hopefully you'd get the chance to look at the artifact set again. Maybe you could ask Xiao about it when he returns--wait. Your eyes locked onto the damaged box again.

Was it possible that he was the one depicted on the box?

The theory made sense...The Guardian Yaksha worked in the dark, and he wasn't really known in the mortal world. Festivals were thrown for the adepti, but no one mentioned or prayed to him. He could have scratched the box himself, or it could have been Rex Lapis's doing. Your hands curled into determined fists and you walked away from the group before anyone could notice.

Xiao! You silently called his name once you returned to the docks along the harbor. Xiao! I know you can hear me. No response; the wind was absent. Why is it that I'm running into more things relating to adepti ever since you departed? You dunk your hand into the ocean and traced a figure-eight in the water as you thought to yourself. We found some interesting boxes with three adepti etched into them. It's strange; one of them is scratched out, but I feel connected to it, almost like it's connected to you. Weird, huh? You shook your head at yourself. What a silly idea, to think that one of the mighty yakshas could hear you. I'll leave you alone now. I'm sure you're getting tired of listening to me ramble every day. Or maybe you can't hear me at all in the first place.

A hand suddenly landed on your shoulder.

"Xiao?" Your head snapped behind you in high hopes that the adeptus had returned.

"Ouch," Childe winced and grabbed his chest as if he got hurt. "It's just lil ol' me." He took the liberty to sit next to you.

"A-ha, you scared me there. Sorry."

"You really like him, huh?"

"I guess so. I don't really know what to do with myself since he left." You watched the moon rise over the horizon.

"Do you know where he was headed? I can go find him for you." You shook your head. "I'm surprised he didn't take you with him. The two of you were practically attached at the hip."

Hm? The hair rose on the nape of your neck. Something about his words was off.

"Childe, do you know something about why he left?" Your eyes left the moon and locked onto your questionable teammate.

"Whatever do you mean, ojou-chan?" He was good at feigning ignorance, but you didn't fall for it this time.

"Tartaglia."

"Now why would I be interested in the adepti? Why are you so suspicious of me all of a sudden?" His eyes narrowed dangerously. "If you're looking for a reason to fight me, all you have to do is ask and I'll say yes. I'd love to fight you and go all-out. It's been awhile and I could use the exercise."

You opened your mouth and shut it. You couldn't throw around accusations like they were Childe's Fatui money, after all. If your suspicions were unfounded, it would cause strain in the team. And he was true to his word on fighting; he could take you out in a single blow if he thought it was necessary. You thought carefully about this and decided to drop it.

#xiao genshin impact #genshin impact #genshin impact xiao #xiao x reader #xiao one shot #xiao fanfiction #genshin x reader

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we-are-inevitable · 3 years ago

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for the ask game, sarah and katherine are getting married, katherine sets up jack and davey at the wedding (kath may also have dated jack At Some Point and theyre now friends but its not necessary lol)

oh my god wait ok i absolutely love this ?? i know there a few fics like this already, but i love the idea of jack and davey not knowing each other beforehand! like maybe they've seen each other in passing and have like. been to the same events and parties and stuff, just bc they're both around sarah and kath all the time, but them not actually hitting it off until the wedding is such a good concept !! here's a little scene bc this is just too good not to write something for

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"Why are you standing alone?"

The voice comes from his side. He turns and sees Katherine, and as soon as they lock eyes, Jack smiles wider than ever. She looks gorgeous like this, all done up pretty and wearing a dress more beautiful than any Jack's ever seen. After a moment spent admiring his best friend, Jack shrugs and lets out a soft laugh. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me, babe. Okay? It's your wedding day, Katie- go have fun! There's no reason you need to not be grinding on your wife right now."

"Okay, yeah, but," Katherine pauses as she grabs both of Jack's hands, swinging his arms like a child. "My version of fun involves seeing you have fun. Your my man of honor! It's, like, required for you to have fun!"

Jack huffs. "And if I say I'm having fun standing here watchin' everyone make a fool of themselves?"

"If you aren't gonna dance," Katherine starts, tugging him as she begins walking backward. Jack rolls his eyes fondly, and allows Katherine to pull him closer to the head table. "Will you at least sit and drink? You can talk to Davey! Get to know him a bit!"

David- er, Davey- is Katherine's brother in law. Jack doesn't know him that well, but he's seen him at a few parties that the girls have thrown; he seems like a nice guy, but Jack doesn't even begin to know how to talk to him. They don't exactly run in the same social circles.

But, before Jack can get a word in edgewise, Katherine is already waving at David, who smiles back at her.

He isn't the only one sitting at the table. The majority of the wedding party is on the dance floor, but there are a few staggered along the table- mainly couples sitting down, either having a break from the party or waiting for a spot to clear out on the floor. He's not sure why David is alone, though. Apparently, he won't be for long.

"Davey!" Katherine calls as they walk closer. "I need assistance, 'cause someone is being boring. You know Jack, right?"

"I've think we've met once before," David grins as he stands, then holds a hand out for Jack to shake. As he does so, David says, "You were the drunk one on the counter at the New Years party a few years ago, right?"

Jack cringes. "Not a great first impression, I know," He laughs as he takes the seat next to David- it's not his, but the guy who it belongs to is one of Sarah's friends from college, and he's been on the dance floor all night, so Jack doesn't see him coming back anytime soon. He looks back at David, though, and raises a brow. "If we're bringin' up past meetings, though, I seem to have a certain memory about you at one of Albert's Fourth of July parties."

"I've never been able to do another jello shot," David says immediately, shaking his head. There's a serious expression on his face- one that makes Jack chuckle. "That was horrible. I can't believe Sarah made me do that."

At the mention of Sarah, Jack looks up, immediately finding Sarah and Katherine on the dance floor. He's not sure when Katherine left the head table, but he grins as he sees them together. "Can't be any worse than the shit Kath has gotten me into over the years."

When Jack looks back at David, he's smiling toward the dance floor. "They really are perfect for each other, huh?" David asks after a moment. "They're sweet."

"They're shitheads."

"That too," David agrees, laughing. "They've been conspiring for a while to, like, find me a wedding date. Like- during the wedding planning. Sarah had it in a binder. 'Find Dave a Date.' I hate her."

"I made the mistake of tellin' Katie I wouldn't be bringin' a plus one anymore, since the guy I was talkin' to stopped talkin' to me, and she literally forced me to download Tinder," Jack admits, then grins when David laughs even harder from beside him- they've both had a few drinks, of course they're both a little giggly. "It didn't work, obviously, but just know you ain't the only one they've been buggin' about finding a date."

David nods. He seems to take this information in, letting it sit for a few moments, before he holds up one finger, downs his glass- containing a custom cocktail that the girls created- and looks back at Jack as soon as he's done. "Let's dance, then."

"Huh?" Jack asks, more caught off guard than anything. "You- You want to dance?"

"Why not?" David asks. "Let's rub it in their faces a little bit, for all the shit they give us. All in good fun."

Jack considers it for approximately one second before smirking and saying, "I like you, Jacobs. Let's do this."

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obviously they have fun at the wedding, keep talking afterward, and fall in love <3 this is such a stupid little set-up, but i loved the concept! thank you for the ask !!

#ask a jac !#jac writes #javid #jack kelly #david jacobs #davey jacobs #katherine pulitzer #sarah jacobs #newsbians #newsies

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rayofsunas · 4 years ago

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haikyuu!! as dads (pt.1)

A/n: hello! starting off with a clean slate here yay! if some of the first few seem so short and the writing seems different, it’s because I wrote half of this like three days ago- anywways, requests are open btw!!

Summary: haikyuu characters as dads/domestic living.

Pairings: Semi Eita, Bokuto Koutarou, Kuroo Tetsurou, Oikawa Toru, Kenma Kozume

Warnings: some timeskip spoilers, fluff, parenting, angst (kinda) swearing (maybe), crack, all characters are aged up

Word count: 1.8k

Part Two!

Semi Eita

- the serious sometimes scary looking dad, but other than that he’s a fluff ball

- he may look scary but he simply cannot punish them for anything

- especially after they bonded over music, legit cannot do nothing wrong

- on the days he’s not working or with his bandmates, you can often find him with his twin daughters, teaching them how to use different musical instruments

- okay, so your daughters are still pretty young, so they aren’t very good at using most instruments, but for Christmas you and Semi got them both a small set of drums, something easy

- it was very cute to come home from work to see your husband and daughters loudly practicing on the drums

- sure at first it gave you a blasting headache, but after a while you got used to it, and even jammed out with them when you had the time

- mainly just random sounds/beats coming from the two five year olds, but Semi doesn’t mind, he’s willing to teach them and he does proudly

- if one of his daughters or both wants too

- definitely writes songs for his daughters and you

- i can see him writing lullaby’s for them and working on them for hours making sure they were perfect

- lets just say they were perfectly beautiful

- because you went to high school together, the nickname “semi semi” stuck with you (thanks chicken tendo)

- but your girls will also cutely call him “semi semi”

- you often bring them to concerts despite semi saying it’s probably too loud for them

- he’ll let you sit safely with them back stage uwu

- after he runs back to you three and is bombarded with hugs, high-fives and kithes

- YOU’RE ALL SO PROUD OF HIM

Bokuto Koutarou

- bokuto is a hyper dad, which we all saw coming. there is no taking the child out of bo

- i feel like he’d want tons of kids, probably even uses his children as an excuse to act the way he does

- i can see him with a few kids, 3 to be exact (2 boys and 1 girl)

- he likes to be really involved with his children, and gets very sad/emo when he doesn’t see them for short/long periods of time

- for example, the Black Jackals is a whole different game field than high school volleyball and it’s much more time consuming and has him away a lot

- when he does come home and has time off, let’s just say he clings to his children like a puppy

- even after a while THEY get sick of him and wanna ditch him, cue emo bo :(

- if his children gang up on him (which they do) cue emo Bo again :(

- he babies them all, can’t ever say no

- tends to go back on his word lmao

- if your oldest son begs and begs for season tickets to his favorite sports team? Bo KNOWS they can be expensive, and he was even scolded by you, but two hours after saying no, he runs back to his son and gives him the money

- if your daughter wants to get her nails done with a group of friends, he knows she picks out the most expensive polishes, etc, BUT HE DOES NOT CARE, he will gladly give her the money and even go with her to get his nails done

- yes, you heard me

- of course he’ll being chaperone for this girls day, he promises to pretend that he doesn’t know them and keep his distance (sit very far away lol), but after a little while its just hard to contain and he’s screaming to everyone in the salon that his daughter is sitting on the other side of the room eye-

- your youngest son wants an expensive sports car? done

- he just wants to make his family happy, pleaseee

Kuroo Tetsurou

- poor Kuroo, he has 2 daughters and you, so he’s surrounded by girls lol

- he actually doesn’t mind it tbh

- between you and his two daughters, he wouldn’t have it any other way

- just gives him an excuse to be overly protective

- anywhere in public, expect either kuroo holding your hand

- or holding his daughters close to him (piggy back rides, yes)

- or, he stands protectively behind you and your daughters while you talk to someone, sending them threatening glares behind your backs

- he was shy as a child, so it wasn’t surprising when one of his daughters, the youngest, was very very shy

- he doesn’t mind once again, just gives him an excuse to be protective

- although he’s busy, he always makes time for his girls ALWAYS

- definitely a bragger

- if his family is brought into a convo, he pridefully will express how cute and smart his daughters are, may or may not openly declare his daughters are the cutest amongst his co-workers children

- he’s mad intuitive and aware/observant

- kuroo always knows when one or both of his daughters are about to start crying/throw a fit

- cue dad kuroo prepared to crack funny chemistry and or science jokes

- his shy daughter finds him very funny, doubles over every time he cracks a joke and calls him a “silly rooster”

- even when she's older she still laughs and even copies his jokes

- but his other daughter just cringes, every time sigh

- when she was younger she used to fake the laughs, but when he started saying the jokes in public she just stopped reacting, hoping he would stop-

- he didn’t...

- i like to imagine kuroo and kenma staying friends even after high school, and since kenma has hella video games and a whole arcade in his house, he’ll often bring his daughters over to his house

- his eldest daughter loves it at uncle kenma’s house

- cue jealous rooster dad

Oikawa Toru

- okay so oikawa is ALWAYS busy

- isn’t home much, except during off seasons or if he messes up his knee again (yes, it’ll happen)

- in the event that he’s home due to a knee injury, he’ll wanna be catered too lmaooo

- he doesn’t expect his little girl to cater to him and really only teases you about it

- but his daughter will get him whatever he needs while he’s propped up on the couch

- she admires him so much

- his daughter kinda has a smart mouth-

- definitely got that from him, having picked up on it from a young age, while he was home

- when he was home once propped up with a messed up knee, she went “here dadkawa” as she handed him an ice pack

- he laughs at the nickname, asking you about where it came from later

“she was on call with hajime’s daughter yesterday... hajime asked how ‘poopykawa’ was doing”

- he just rolls his eyes, “at least he cleaned it up for her sake” you explained

- will not lose the “kawa” part, so it’s dadkawa lol

- when he’s away, she’s always asking for dadkawa

- when he’s here they're inseparable

- morning breakfast now will be her sitting in his lap instead of yours

- she asks to watch cartoons with him instead of you :(

- bath time consists of her arguing with you as you try to wash her hair, while oikawa sits on the closed toilet seat laughing to himself

- “mommy i want dadkawa to wash my hair!”

- “you always whine that he gets soap in your eyes”

- “I don’t care!”

- when you bring your daughter to games, she’ll be cheering him on proudly, “mommy, look at dadkawa!” “GO DADKAWA!!!!”

- since he plays for the professional Argentine team, i figure you all live in Argentina now, traveling from Argentina and Japan was tiring, so you moved to be closer

- when the news approaches him after or before games, he makes sure to show his daughter off and the whole time it’s his daughter stealing the show

- she might be shy at first, but as long as dadkawa is holding her, she’s fine

- he’ll teach her Spanish, defiantly sings happy birthday to her in Spanish because it’s special

- he calls her his princesa (princess in spanish)

Kenma Kozume

- if his child didn’t enjoy video games like him or any of his hobbies like volleyball, I feel like Kenma would have a hard time with them

- he loves his son yes, but he’d have a hard time interacting with him, especially if he’s not into video games or volleyball

- if he is though, you can often find the two in kenma’s home office, playing games

- when your son was a infant, you would always come home from being out/work to find your son sitting in his pj’s on kenma’s lap watching his dad play video games

- “it’s late, ken. i see he’s already in his pj’s- did you already have dinner?” “yes”

- “without me?” you asked, lifting up your son to give his cheeks kisses. “there’s apple pie in the fridge.”

- eye-

- yes he fed your son that, yes he needs a little guidance, yes he needs to be told apple pie is NOT dinner

- on another occasion of coming home, you found your boys in the same spot, once again playing video games, your sons eyes drifting between the game and his father every time he muttered under his breath

- “the screen is bad for your eyes kenma, and he’s just a baby! he’ll get bad eyes too!”

- kenma’s short answer is, “he won’t”

- when your son got older, and he started getting into video games, it got harder for you to tear his eyes away from the screen

- he’s been around video games his whole life, so of course it’d be hard, you just didn’t think he’d grow attached

- kenma leaves most of the strict parenting to you, because he LEGIT doesn’t NOT know what to say

- he’s lowkey afraid he’ll push his son away if he says the wrong thing, but he’s also worried that if he doesn't say anything, they’ll have no real relationship, so he struggles

- he tries his hardest to bond with him over video games and volleyball though

- as said by your son, kenma’s cooking can’t compare to yours, BUT he does know how to make a yummy apple pie

- his son will help kenma with said apple pie, when he’s younger he was often the taste tester and made a mess every time

- kenma gets nervous in huge crowds and really around anyone he doesn’t know, so if his son is a social butterfly he’ll try to get kenma used to people other than himself and you

- somehow, during the rare moments his son has problems (friends, school etc), kenma will be the one to speak up privately

- he’ll definitely tell his son to surround himself with a good friend/good friends, he also makes sure to let him know the importance of quality over quantity

- he has a brotherly relationship with kuroo, and if not for kuroo he’d be alone, he wants the same thing for his son

10.20.20, rayofsunas

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#semi eita #semi eita x reader #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #oikawa toru #oikawa toru x reader #kenma kozume #kenma kozume x reader #bokuto koutarou #bokuto koutaro #bokuto koutarou x reader #rayofsunas

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femmeharringrove · 4 years ago

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see, it's not like steve's ever been good at coping.

it's bad after starcourt, but instead of dealing with it then steve just puts everything into healing others. he comforts eleven, stays on the phone all night with lucas or dustin, helps will learn not to fear the cold, gives billy a shoulder to cry on and a place to live.

and so billy gets a front-row seat to steve's self-destruction.

he doesn't think it's his place to speak, initially, but he does worry when steve leaves early in the afternoon and comes back wasted, bruises on his throat and traces of powder on his clothes. some weekends he doesn't come home, he goes to indianapolis and shows up late sunday evening with a massive hangover and billy just gets him to eat and drink a little before getting him in bed. steve's not eating enough, he's losing weight and billy worries because this is his best friend, not even heather matches their level. and steve's done so much good for him but he doesn't know how to return the favor - not until steve barrels out of the bathroom one night shaking like a leaf, tears streaming down his face. billy takes one look inside, catches sight of two life-changing sticks, and rushes out after him.

and it's then, when he finds steve out by the quarry in a panic, that he knows how to help.

"i didn't mean to get pregnant," steve sniffles, and the moment billy crouches next to him the brunette is shuffling closer, scared and in need of comfort. and billy's still working on the physical thing, learning it's okay to be affectionate, but he doesn't hesitate to hold steve as close as he can.

"i know," he murmurs. "it's okay. we'll figure it out. you aren't doing this alone, you hear me?" and initially billy thinks he's fucked up because steve starts crying again, but when this round of sobs passes the other boy gives him a shaky smile.

"you promise?"

"cross my heart and all that shit." and that's just it. whatever steve needs, billy's got him.

steve initially doesn't want to go through with it, but decides ultimately it could be a good thing. he's thought about parenthood before, always wondered if he could be a better father than his own. this is a chance to prove it. and billy gives him all the support in the world. nobody messes with the only child of the harrington family, they can't afford the fallout, but he's always gotten dirty looks after coming out and they get worse now that he's pregnant. but billy follows him everywhere now amd anyone who gives him a look has to face the blonde's anger. and sure, he's not where he once was. he's still putting on muscle and learning to use his hands again, but half of what makes billy hargrove scary is the way he presents himself, the glare that suggests he knows people won't mess with him. and they don't, amd they don't mess with steve either for the same reason.

and when billy isn't around to do the protecting, steve's got others. joyce has kicked people out of melvad's before, for harassing a fifteen year-old steve. and five years later she still does it, voice calm and eyes steely. claudia is at every appointment he has, making sure the other nurses and doctors call him by the right name and pronouns. she's there when steve sees the baby's hand for the first time and has a breakdown because he's growing a whole person and doesn't know if he'll really be able to take care of them.

and claudia, she remembers being confused and a little judgemental when steve came out as steve, but that was before she caught him shuffling down the aisles of the library one day, small and clearly anxious about everyone he came across. thirteen year-old steve had lacked the easy confidence he sported now, and it was when she saw him that it sort of clicked. she didn't understand how someone could be a gender other than the one they were born as, but she made a point to greet him as steve any time she saw him and made an effort to accept him. now he's like the older son she never had, dustin's big brother, and when he weeps frantically over the daunting trial of parenthood she takes him by the shoulders and gives him the most serious look she can muster.

"nobody is ever ready for parenthood," she tells him, and one hand comes to wipe his tears away. "but you have exactly the heart for this job. you're going to be the best father in this whole town."

which steve doesn't agree with. the best dad in town is hopper.

hopper, who's been harassing people for harassing steve for years, but is more aggressive about it now because steve really means something to him now. sometimes, eleven calls him her brother, and hop figures, yeah, the kid could use a dad. so he makes a habit of checking up on him, and it gets more frequent now because he's also checking on billy, and with a baby on the way hopper's protectiveness is at an all-time high. nobody wants to fuck with the chief, so no one fucks with steve.

when the harringtons find out, steve's dad is livid, but it's steve's mother who keeps him from lashing out. the couple can't stand the blow to their social life and so it's off to lansing for them, a fresh start or whatever. the house stays under their name, though, and steve and billy make it theirs. the cosy master bedroom becomes steve's, billy finally decorates the guest room downstairs as his own. his mother calls sort of regularly, she's not thrilled about the situation but she's eager for a grandbaby to spoil, and steve counts that as a blessing.

of course, the party freaks out when steve announces his pregnancy. it's not like they didn't know steve could get pregnant, but they've never considered the idea that he would. eleven, max, and will are immediately thrilled, discussing baby names and wanting to pat his belly - especially el, who's never really experienced a pregnancy. mike and lucas are a little weirded out, but mike brings steve a bunch of baby books left over from holly and lucas donates his own old toys, declaring that baby harrington was going to be the coolest baby ever if he got to help look out for the little one. dustin doesn't know how to feel initially, which stresses steve out, but when someone throws a slur at steve three weeks after that dustin flips out, yells himself hoarse at the fucker, and declares himself steve and the baby's most ardent protector. the whole group has already discussed babysitting schedules and, yeah, maybe steve did cry about it, but he's pregnant and it was probably the hormones and not anything else, thank you.

robin gently berates him about sleeping with strangers out of town when she finds out, but after that she takes her position as aunt very seriously. within four weeks she buys three outfits, five stuffed animals, and a french record to help the baby learn the language.

"no such thing as too early," she says as she drops it on the dresser in steve's old room. the new nursery.

it's a labor of love, mostly by billy. woodworking is a big help with his hands so he was all too happy to make a crib himself. again, steve cried, but this time he feels it's justified. billy's put a rocking chair in too, and a record player too - "your taste in music is shit," he'd deadpanned as he brought the thing in. "someone's gotta culture the little snot." amd billy does that all the time, he's called the baby a snot, a turd, a little shit, all that jazz. but his face is softer than it's ever been and that makes steve smile every single time.

steve's labor of love starts five weeks early, much to his horror, and it hurts like a bitch. he gives birth early in the morning after a rainy night. she's a little replica of steve, down to the moles on her cheek, and he doesn't think he's ever known love until he looks at his daughter and feels the almost painful swell in his chest. he cries as he hugs her against his chest and swears on his life he'll do right by this wondrous little girl. her name is nikita - no, not after the elton john song, though later when she asks that's what he tells her, just so she can throw her head back and groan, "daaad!"

no, she's named after his grandmother. and she gets rosaline for a middle name after billy's mother. because, even if they didn't say it, it's clear billy intends to co-parent. he doesn't call it that, he just says he's helping a friend, but he's the one who changes her diaper at night and bounces her to sleep listening to metallica and teaches her to eat spaghetti.

and originally, he's the one she calls dad.

first it's baba, which steve thinks is in reference to the fact that billy bottlefeeds her, and billy thinks it's similar enough to "billy" to not be anything more than that. but she gets older and learns to say billy and steve, and still calls him baba. baba and papa. and to the outside world it makes sense, they're a little family, steve and billy ooze a chemistry anyone else can't deny. but it takes them three extra years to get with the program and become a couple.

to this day, niki claims there aren't more clueless people out than her dads when it comes to love.

#steebie writes #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things au #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #i'll come up with a name for this au later but y'all should ask me about it

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rosiesandlilies · 4 years ago

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𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞?

Jennie X Female Reader

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synopsis: y/n kim was never close to her older sister, it could be because of the age difference considering her sister was fifteen when she was born, but y/n has tried everything to make jennie kim like her — all attempts were unsuccessful. why didn't jennie like her?

A/N; Another fic of mine from wattpad. Hope you all enjoy :)

Kim Household, Hongdae 5:00PM

Author's POV.

y/n tried understanding but to this day, she still can't. y/n knows that all sisters aren't supposed to get along, but they at least still hold some love for each other but y/n doesn't know if that's the case when it comes to her own sister. her parents always told her that jennie's just a little older that's why she's like that, but y/n has seen her own sister get along well with their young cousins. y/n has seen the way jennie took care of their younger cousins, she's seen the way jennie plays with them so y/n is baffled as to why jennie hated her so much.

y/n has tried everything, she promises she has. she always cooked jennie's favourite foods whenever the older would visit home from work, whenever jennie would complain to her parents that her back hurt, or her body ached, y/n would be at the store buying jennie medicine. if jennie complained and said she wanted something, y/n would beg their parents for money just so she could buy it for her older sister, but all attempts were unsuccessful. all she would ever receive is a scowl or if it's in front of their parents, a forced 'thank you.' nothing was ever sincere and y/n could see that she was making no progress. all she wanted was an older sister who she could be best friends with, why was that so hard?

y/n was sixteen and jennie was thirty one, sure, jennie was usually always visiting home and chilling with their parents, but not once did jennie try to hangout with y/n. it made y/n insecure and unloved. her parents loved her but her sister didn't. y/n just didn't know why jennie hated her so much. y/n got to see roseanne get cuddled and kissed by alice and jisoo to jiyoon, but y/n was always there, alone with no one to talk to. sure, her parents were there and they were amazing parents but there's certain things a child can't talk to their parents about. y/n can't go up to her own mother and just ask why she was getting hormonal in the morning and why she was feeling things for girls. when y/n first experienced the experiences of boys, she had no idea who to turn to.

her father? nope, that's just weird. her sister? nope, jennie didn't like talking to her and if y/n remembers correctly, y/n is sure jennie hasn't spoken more than two sentences to her in their fifteen years of life together.

"y/n-ah!" the girl jolts from her chair and nearly falls on her ass hearing her mother yell her name from downstairs. having one last look at her uncompleted science work, y/n figures she'll just finish it after doing whatever her mother had called her to do. "yeah eomma?" chaerin walks up the stairs and leans on her daughter's door frame, crossing her arms. "i need you to call your sister y/n/n," y/n freezes and stands up from her spot. "....why?"

"your father and i are going to be in a conference call in five minutes and i need you to tell your sister that we're having lunch at halmeoni and halabeoji's palce."

y/n gulps, when was the last time she spoke to her sister on the phone? oh right, never.

y/n is surprised she even has jennie's number, unless jennie already changed it. "can you do that for me?" chaerin waits as her daughter looks everywhere but her. chaerin was aware of her daughter's relationship. she knew that jennie didn't like y/n, it was obvious that the entire kim family just decided to ignore it to not cause any more issues. chaerin can't help but feel bad for y/n but she has no control over what her daughter does and thinks. jennie is a grown woman, she knows right from wrong and chaerin is finished trying to parent her grown daughter. all she can do is be there for y/n and love her to fill the void that jennie has left as an older sister.

chaerin knows about the looks y/n gives roseanne and alice, she sees the envy that portrays in her eyes and chaerin knows that y/n wishes to have that.

"uhm..o-okay. is this still her number?" chaerin watches as her daughter shows her a contact, "yes it is." y/n nods lightly and scratches her head, "okay. i'll call her. when does she finish?"

"she finishes around five but i want you to call her now so that she knows in advance," y/n pouts and whines to her mother, "but eomma, she can be busy and i don't want to disturb her.." chaerin shakes her head and sits down on her daughter's bed. "you won't disturb her, you're family."

y/n wants to think that's true, she wants to believe that jennie at least sees her as family but she knows it's far from the truth, jennie can't even stand being in the same room as her. when y/n was four, jennie got mad at her because she accidentally mixed up jennie's school papers that were lying on the coffee table. y/n will never forget the way jennie looked at her with so much hatred and pure anger. "she's a lawyer eomma, she's probably busy. i'll do it when she's done work," chaerin sighs and pulls her daughter to sit with her on the bed.

"y/n, please. jennie won't get mad at you. i promise."

"..okay." chaerin smiles and kisses y/n's cheeks, "thank you y/n/n."

y/n watches as her mother walks out of her room after giving her a near impossible task. y/n is surprised jennie didn't change her number. y/n looks at her phone and hesitates to click jennie's number.

maybe she should come up with an excuse or maybe she should just text her sister but y/n knows that jennie is busy and a text will not get her attention. "fuck me.." y/n says softly so that her mother or father doesn't hear her. apparently her parents could hear from a mile away but when she talks beside them or shouts back when they call for her they can't hear her. y/n laughs at the irony.

after hesitating for four more seconds, y/n clicks on jennie's number and lifts the phone to her ear.

it rings once, twice and three times. y/n sits there, waiting and as she's about to give up, she hears jennie pick up the call.

*phone conversation*

"what?"

"....u-unnie..i uhm..eomma asked-"

"do you not know how to speak?"

"s-sorry..i just, eomma needed me to call yo-"

"okay about what? can you hurry up because i'm busy."

"we're having dinner with halmeoni and halabeoji tonight, so eomma said that you can just go straight there after work."

"that's all? why didn't you just text me? you're wasting my time."

"i- sorry. i didn't think a text message would get your attention."

"i would've seen it after work. do you not have any logic?"

"i'm sorry unnie."

"whatever. bye."

"bye-"

*phone conversation - end.*

y/n lowers her phone and feels tears start to prick her eyes. jennie's voice was just so cold. it was so distant and y/n felt herself feel so small whenever she was involved with jennie. would it have been better if y/n was never born? did jennie hate her that much for being born? was jennie jealous because she got more attention when jennie needed it during her high school years? all these thoughts ran through y/n's head, she was so beyond confused and had no idea how she was going to make it better or how she was even going to begin.

all y/n wishes is for the dinner to go well.

Cheongdamn, South Korea

5:20PM

Author's POV.

jennie surprisingly arrived on time that she herself was even shocked. jennie wasn't the best at coming to things on time or early. she was a busy woman, her career was going well and that's all she was focusing on. she didn't have time to play around or goof off, she was a serious woman who had an agenda and priorities.

"jennie, can you stay with your sister while we go pick up some things for dinner?" jennie hears her mother speak while she was working on some documents of her latest case, "and can you please put those away and not do work. talk to your sister while we're gone," chaerin looked at her with those same eyes and jennie just rolled her own, "you can't force me to talk to y/n," y/n was sitting in the same table as jennie so she could hear everything loud and clear. y/n wasn't sure if jennie was speaking loudly like that just to spite her but y/n knows that that's exactly what jennie is doing.

"jennie kim."

"eomma. i have so many things to work on and i can't have-"

"jennie, you barely talk to your sister, use this time to-"

"eomma no. i have more important matters to focu-"

"just this once."

jennie relented and started rummaging through her papers, completely ignoring her mother and sister who were both staring at her. "we'll be back in a few minutes," chaerin kisses jennie's forehead and then y/n's. y/n and jennie watch as their family gets into their cars and heads off to wherever they were heading, leaving the two of them alone.

it was so awkward, y/n just wanted to get out of the dining room and go outside just to escape this awkward atmosphere. all she could hear was jennie's papers and the click of her laptop. y/n knows it's best not to bother her sister so she pulls out her phone and starts texting the group chat that jisoo made.

*text conversation*

lisa - italics roseanne - bold jisoo - italics bold

: chaerin kim left me with my sister

manobangbang: shit, really? aren't you supposed to be at a family dinner?

: yeah but they all left because they needed to get something so now im left with jennie and all shes doing is wrking :/

chaeng: how are you holding up? is she being mean to you??

turtlerabbit: if she is, lemme beat her up. i know kungfu

: jisoo...you said you could play the drums but all you did was bang repeatedly on one of them

turtlerabbit: fuck you.

manobangbang: why don't you try talking to her? see if she actually responds?

chaeng: babe, are you asking our best friend to get a death sentence?

: thank you chae. i'm not trying to get killed today. i had to call her today and she was just...very cold. i don't know what else i could od, i don't even know why she ahtes me sm..

turtlerabbit: the amount of typos..

chaeng: jisoo..

: shut the fuck up chu, i don't need your negative imput rn. this is so awkward, i don't know what to do.

manobangbang: just leave and go somewhere else?

: gee, why didn't i think of that lisa? wow.

chaeng: no srsly, why dont you just leave or smth?

: that's rude chae, i don't want her to think i'm rude too. she already hates me enough.

manobangbang: well since you don't want to do anythign with your situation, you're just gonna have to bear with it.

: ughhhhhhhhh, why couldn't your family come chu? this would've been less awkward.

turtlerabbit: sorry y/n/n, we're having dinner at my sisters today :)

: fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.

chaeng: what's she doing rn?

: still working, why can't she just leave first so i don't have to leave?

manobangbang: hey baby, i have your food, open the door :))))))

manobangbang: oh shit. wrong chat, fuck.

turtlerabbit: KNEW IT! YOU'RE SUCH A SIMP FOR CHAE! YOU SAID YOU WEREN'T GOING TO BUY HER FOOD JSUT BECAUSE SHE ASKED YOU LIS!

: aweeeee, lisa is so sweet.

chaeng: you said that lis? wow..if i recall properly, you bought me pads and tampons yesterday at three because i said i ran out and then you proceeded to buy me food with that :/

manobangbang: chae..abby, i was just joking :(

chaeng: who the fuck is abby?!

manobangbang: BABY***** BABY** I MAENT BABY NOT ABBY.

turtlerabbit: uh-oh....BAJAAHHAHAHAHAHHA this shit is getting interesting.

: you guys are such a mess.

chaeng: shut the fuck up y/n and go back to your petty sister.

: FUCK OFF CHAENG ABAHAHAHAH. ya'll are so annoying.

manobangbang: babe..please open the door. i'm sorrryyyy

chaeng: go home lisa.

manobangbang: babe it was a mistake! i promise, there's no abby!

turtlerabbit: keep it going chae, my popcorn will not be wasted.

: soo, wanna give me sum?

turtlerabbit: i dunno, do i like you enough?

: i dunno, do you?

manobangbang: in front of my salad, really? go home you two and stop flirting.

chaeng: LISA!

: oh fuck, jennie just left the table...welp. looks like i've gotta go now.

chaeng: awe babe..i'm so srry :(

turtlerabbit: do you need my popcorn? i can bring you sum :(

manobangbang: tell jennie to fuck herself :) love you.

: bye guys!

*text conversation - end.*

y/n looks up from her phone and sees jennie returning back to the table, her face looking like the usual bitch face she always had. y/n was about to leave but seeing jennie return back to the table made y/n feel obligated to stay.

jennie sits down across from y/n and resumes her work, not one uttering a word to her younger sister. y/n sighs and gets up from the table, she decided to create some coffee for herself since she was craving it.

"unnie...do you want coffee?" jennie doesn't respond and continues typing on her laptop like y/n didn't even exist. y/n just nods to herself and tries to keep her tears at bay. all she wanted was for jennie to talk to her. damnit, why was it like this? was jennie still mad at her because she messed up her school assignments? it didn't matter how hard y/n tried to think, she can't think of why jennie hated her so much.

jennie clearly heard y/n's question but it wasn't important so why should she answer? this case in front of her was more important than what her sister was asking her about. she knows she's a bitch to her little sister and although she can't pin point the reason why, all she knows is that it's too late to fix whatever is between y/n and her. y/n was way too young to even understand what jennie was thinking so why should jennie bother trying to make her younger sister understand?

y/n was just her sister, that's all. they're just blood related, they don't have to be best friends and jennie is sticking by that. they can co-exist together but that's all they'll ever be.

did jennie feel bad? not really. did y/n deserve to be treated this way? no, but it was better this way.

"hopefully while we were away you two actually talked," jiyong spoke as he set the groceries down on the table, but seeing as his eldest daughter was still working and y/n was no where to be found, jiyong quickly figured out that the two didn't speak the whole time they were gone. jiyong sighs and closes jennie's laptop. "appa, what the hell?" jennie spoke through her teeth, she was almost finished. "your mother and i asked you to speak to y/n jennie but she's no where to be found," jennie only now noticed that y/n wasn't in the kitchen anymore. looks like y/n left after making her coffee.

"i have work appa, that's more impor-"

"more important than your sister jennie?" jennie rolled her eyes, her parents were always on her ass about y/n, why should she care about y/n? "she's sixteen appa, she can find entertainment herself," jennie rolled her eyes and jiyong slammed his palm on the table. he was sick and tired of seeing his eldest treat his youngest like shit. he's seen the way y/n tried her hardest ever since she could speak to try to get close to jennie.

jiyong remembers the one time y/n wanted to sleep with jennie because she had a nightmare but all jennie did was push her away and yell at her for coming into her room. jiyong still remembers the way y/n looked, her eyes were the saddest he's ever seen. it broke his heart. jennie was a lovely girl but ever since y/n was born, she just started turning different.

"jennie, you know-" jennie was thankful that her grandpa walked in or else she would've had the same conversation she's had with her parents over and over again. jennie wasn't sure she wanted to hear it again. "are you two ready to start the grill? y/n is excited already," sunghyun speaks as he curls an arm around his eldest granddaughter. "yes appa, we're ready," jiyong says with a forced smile as he walks away from the two. "okay, come on then jenjen, let's go and start to eat."

family dinner was awkward, y/n tried her hardest to not make it awkward but they kept asking her about her dating life and y/n didn't want to answer questions like that in front of jennie, she didn't want jennie to judge her taste in women and didn't even know if jennie knew she was gay.

"do you have a girlfriend yet?" their grandma asks, her smile so bright that y/n couldn't help but to smile as well. "uhm..no, not yet halmeoni," jennie was sitting beside her, surprisingly and y/n was glad she didn't receive a glare when her grandma flat out asked if she had a girlfriend.

jennie was quiet the entire time but when their grandma mentioned a girlfriend, jennie couldn't help but grip her fork a little harder. her sister was way too young to be dating.

"so you're not with jisoo?"

"n-no..halmeoni. jisoo and i are just friends,"

"but jisoo told me she liked you," y/n didn't know whether to be shocked that jisoo actually like her or the fact that her grandma just exposed jisoo without even knowing. "oh..i-i..i didn't know that," chaerin laughs and shakes her head at her mother, "eomma, you just outed jisoo's secret," their grandma stops for a moment and laughs before shaking her head, "oh well. at least now y/n can say that she likes jisoo back-"

"halmeoni, y/n already said that she and jisoo aren't dating. stop pushing the subject," jennie's cold cut voice breaks the easy conversation at the table. y/n looks at her sister in shock, she didn't expect for jennie to defend her let alone even talk about her. jennie doesn't know why she did what she just did so she just keeps her head down and continues eating her food.

y/n has never seen jennie look so angry before. sure jennie has been angry at her multiple times for reasons that y/n still has no idea why, but this kind of angry look that jennie had made her shiver.

the rest of dinner goes by without any more comments from jennie or y/n, they both just let the older adults in the room talk, occasionally jennie would join in but because y/n was literally only sixteen, not even a legal adult yet, she stayed out of most of the conversations and only answered when conversation was directed at her.

through her daze, y/n gets shook awake. it's not the gentle way her mother wakes her up nor the loving way her father wakes her up, this person who was waking her up was ruthless. "y/n, wake up. you'll be late for school."

more shaking and y/n finally opens her eyes and turns to her side to see who the fuck was waking her up at six in the morning when her classes didn't start until eight thirty. "w-what the? unnie?" jennie's face is the first thing y/n sees and y/n isn't too sure what to think. was she dreaming? why the hell was her older sister in her room, waking her up when jennie barely even went into her room when she was still in high school?

"yeah, get up and get ready for school."

"what are you doing in here?" y/n watches as jennie goes into her closet and picks out an outfit for her, takes out a pair of shoes and sets it beside her bed all while responding to y/n. "eomma and appa can't take you to school today and it's my day off so appa asked me to take you. now hurry up or you're walking to school," there's no way jennie kim just agreed like that. their parents probably had to pay jennie loads of cash just for jennie to agree.

y/n wipes her eyes and looks at her clock. "my school doesn't start until eight thirty today and it's five.." y/n tries her best to sound polite and not annoyed because she just got woken up at five and jennie never interacts with her and she finds herself not wanting jennie to leave already but she's so tired and jennie just woke her up at five.

"doesn't mean you can't get a head start on your day. hurry up, i'll be downstairs."

"unnie-"

"it's jennie."

"but you're my unnie-"

"i don't want you to call me that. it's jennie for fucks sake y/n, get used to it. now hurry up and stop wasting my time."

y/n clutched onto her bedsheets and looked at jennie's figure that was near her bedroom door. "why did you even agree to this?"

"who says i agreed?"

"well you're here, aren't you?"

"just because i'm here doesn't mean i agreed willingly. this is the last place i want to be." and with that, jennie left her room, leaving y/n to sit on her bed and wonder if it was even worth it being in this family when her own sister didn't even like her.

y/n talks a shower, longer than usual since she had about three hours to spare. her mind just couldn't wrap her head around jennie being in the same house as her. as soon as jennie turned twenty three, she moved out and y/n hasn't seen her since. sure jennie always comes regularly to hangout with their parents but in those times, y/n knows that jennie doesn't want to see her so she usually hides out in her room or hangs out with jisoo, lisa or roseanne. now though, jennie was actually here because of y/n and y/n didn't know if she liked it or hated it.

she always felt like she was walking on eggshells whenever it came to jennie, she felt like one wrong move and she'll trigger jennie. she learned by the age of six that it's best to leave her older sister alone and not get in the way if she wanted to live peacefully in the house, if she got in jennie's way or made the girl mad that only meant for their parents to get mad and then a whole screaming match would ignite in their home and y/n didn't want any more of those, so she learned how to back off and mind her own business whenever it came to her older sister.

but that doesn't mean she didn't try. she always did try with jennie, always tried to get on her good side by doing things for her, cooking for her and gifting her things even though y/n is fully aware that jennie can but herself all the luxuries in the world, especially now that she was an adult with a blooming career. but like always, y/n was unsuccessful.

it's not like she stopped trying but she just stopped trying to gift jennie or cook for her, she just wanted to talk with her sister and hangout but it's so hard when you don't know why she hates you in the first place.

y/n gets out of the shower and dries herself off, she takes the outfit that jennie got from her closet and puts it on. a band-like Chanel shirt paired with black Dickies cargo pants. y/n was really happy when her mother gifted her that Chanel band-like vintage looking shirt during christmas, she's always been a fan of Chanel.

as per usual, that christmas, jennie didn't gift her anything but y/n was already used to it. it used to affect her, especially when she was young but now y/n was just used to it and didn't expect jennie to care enough to give her something. she just appreciated that jennie was with them during christmas.

after putting on some light make up to cover her eye bags that she gained because of non-stop studying, she prayed on some Chanel no.5 perfume and exited her bathroom.

heading downstairs with her shoes in her hands because in their asian household, shoes weren't allowed to be used inside the house, y/n cautiously walks to the kitchen where she was going to prepare her breakfast and lunch since she had way too much time.

she usually bought lunch or breakfast with jisoo or lisa since they were the ones she'd meet up with in the morning but since she had too much time to spare because of her sister waking her up at such an ungodly hour, she decided she'd put her cooking skills to test and make her own food.

but she was surprised to see jennie there, a plate full of food and her bento container filled to the brim with food. "what are you doing just standing there, hurry and eat before it gets cold." jennie spoke as she sipped on her coffee and continued working on her work. "t-thank you unnie."

"it's jennie. get it through your head."

"i'm sorry."

not another word is spoken and y/n eats awkwardly with her sister sitting in the same island table as her. she expected jennie to leave and go to the living room but she stayed and kept y/n company. well that's what y/n is pretending, she's pretending that jennie is staying at the table because she's wanting to keep y/n company but y/n knows that jennie prefers the table to work at, she's always been like that ever since high school.

"we'll leave at 8:00." jennie speaks, her eyes never leaving the screen and her fingers never stop the typing on her laptop. y/n watches and worries for jennie's eyes and despite jennie's glasses on her face, y/n still worries that her sister's eyes are getting worse because glasses can only help so much.

"okay, i'll be meeting with jisoo anyway."

"jisoo again? don't you have any other friends than her?"

"...lisa and chaeng have something planned together this morning so jisoo and i are just going to hangout before classes." jennie stops typing and y/n waits for jennie to do something but the girl just resumes.

"we'll leave at 8:20 then," y/n furrows her eyebrows and looks at her sister weirdly, "but-"

"are you going to complain? i'm already here instead of relaxing on my off day, don't expect me to follow your rules."

"unnie i didn't-"

"i told you not to call me unnie."

"well what do you expect me to say? you're my sister,"

"so? does it mean i want you to call me that?" when y/n doesn't say anything, jennie just scoffs and shakes her head. "exactly. so stop calling me that because we're not close for you to be calling me that."

y/n just nods and loses her appetite. "i'll be back down when we're ready to go."

jennie doesn't even move when y/n leaves the table, all she's concerned about is her work.

it's eight twenty when jennie checks up on her sister to see if she's ready to go. she sees y/n on the bed, phone in hand, smiles on her face and giggles coming out of her mouth. jennie rolls her eyes and tightens her grip on the door knob. "y/n, stop talking to whoever on the phone, let's go." y/n abruptly stops the conversation and nods her head, eyes not meeting jennie's. "did eomma and appa raise you to be like that?" y/n looks at her older sister in complete confusion, "what?"

"didn't they teach you to look into the eyes of the person who's talking to you? you don't look down like you're blind y/n." y/n trembles in her spot and gulps, jennie was absolutely terrifying and so incredibly mean that y/n just didn't know how to act around her. anything she did, even the slightest, could set jennie off. "i'm sorry unnie-"

"one more slip up and you're walking to school." usually when siblings say this, they don't actually mean it but y/n knows jennie, even though they aren't close, she still knows her sister and she knows her sister isn't joking. joking was something jennie didn't do. in all her sixteen years of life, y/n has never heard her sister crack a joke or laugh or even smile. it was like when she was born, jennie just decided to stop living life lightly.

did y/n steal their parents' attention so much to the point where jennie had to start acting like an adult when she was just a teenager?

"are you coming down or not?" jennie speaks again, her eyes showing great irritation and y/n pathetically nods before walking behind her sister.

"i don't like you hanging around jisoo," jennie stated as they both got into jennie's sleek 2021 Porsche 911 Turbo S (a/n: yes, i love cars. what's new bahah).

y/n realizes that this is probably the longest conversation she's ever had with jennie and the girl uses it to criticize her friendship with jisoo. one of her best friends. "why..you like rosie and lisa," jennie watches as y/n goes to sit in the passenger seat but after seeing her sister's eyes watching her like a hawk, y/n decides it's best to sit in the back seat. "i never said that," y/n furrows her eyebrows and remembers the times where jennie has actually smiled they were always directed towards roseanne or lisa. jennie never smiles. her happy face was her bitch face.

"but you smile at them?" y/n responds quietly, she didn't want to anger jennie or set her off while she was driving. "doesn't mean i like them. it's called putting on a front y/n, don't you know what that is?" y/n wants to respond in a sassy tone but she can't find it in herself to bring attitude whenever she spoke to jennie. even though the older girl barely acknowledged her, y/n respected her so much and looked up to her.

she admired jennie to the point that whatever jennie gave her, she'd be fine with. all she ever wanted was just for her and jennie to see eye to eye. if jennie couldn't love her like a sister, or care for her, then y/n would accept anything else jennie had to offer.

call her desperate but y/n still loved jennie and she felt attached to her. she liked having jennie around even though the girl would curse her out or glare at her like she was a criminal.

so y/n keeps her mouth shut, fingers picking at her nails to distract her of that awkward air inside jennie's car.

jennie looks in the rear view mirror and watches as y/n fidgets with her hands, jennie sighs and shakes her head. her sister was too sensitive. so what if jennie didn't like jisoo? jisoo wasn't a good influence on y/n anyway. y/n was too good of a student to be getting distracted by girls like jisoo. jennie simply didn't like jisoo for y/n, that's that.

"what time do your classes end?"

"around three but i need to study so i get home around eight."

"are you stupid? why would you do that?"

"because i need to study-"

"you're just setting yourself up for disaster y/n. that's such a stupid decision to make."

y/n wonders in her head what made jennie annoyed again. they were just having a conversation of their classes. "i'll pick you up at three sharp. you aren't going anywhere after and can study at home."

"i need to study with roseanne-"

"does it look like i give a shit y/n? i need you at home so that i can attend to more important matters other than taking care of you-"

"okay."

without another word, y/n's heart felt heavy, filled to the brim with emotions she wasn't sure she was able to swallow, she exited her sister's vehicle.

jennie shakes her head when jisoo appears by y/n's side and tugs the girl into a hug. y/n was only setting herself up for failure if she kept hanging around jisoo.

"hey, y/n, babe. you need to tell us what's going on." y/n snaps her head towards the direction of that voice. y/n spots roseanne leaning on lisa's shoulder while sipping on a juice box, an organic one at that. "going on? nothing's going on," roseanne shakes her head and leaves her girlfriend's side to sit next to y/n. "we've been best friends for so fucking long y/n, you can't hide things from us, we'll know either way."

it was lunch break and y/n couldn't really eat the lunch that jennie made her. it wasn't that it tasted bad, it was really good, y/n knew her sister was a good cook. y/n figures that jennie got that gene from their parents since y/n wasn't that bad at cooking either. their father always whipped up the best dishes. y/n just couldn't really swallow anything and keep it in her stomach. she couldn't stop thinking about the ride in jennie's car and the conversation they had. jennie was so cold but also seemed to love telling her what to do, which made no sense.

jennie didn't care about y/n, it was obvious, but y/n found it weird that jennie seemed so distant but also wanted to dictate her life. they barely spoke at all and now jennie found it appropriate to tell her sister do's and don'ts when they barely know each other. it was ridiculous, y/n had no idea why jennie acted like that.

she was hot and then she was cold. y/n now knows why jennie is lawyer, that girl was so hard to read.

"guess who made my lunch," lisa took a slice of cucumber and then fed the rest to roseanne who was sitting across from her, "who."

"jennie." jisoo stopped drinking her milk and looked wide eyed at y/n, "your sister? what the fuck? is she possessed?"

"no jisoo..she got forced into taking me to school and getting me ready because eomma and appa were already at work."

"then why did she make you lunch when she could've easily gave you money?" lisa asked as she started working on her forgotten chemistry lab.

"you think my sister would want to spend money on me?"

"sure seems like a better option than spending time making you homemade food."

"she doesn't like you guys, apparently," y/n felt like it was right for her to get that out of her chest. jisoo snorts, not really giving a fuck if jennie liked them or not. "what does she like? that woman is a fucking prude," y/n shakes her head, "jisoo. stop it. that's my sister you're talking about."

"well..your sister is a prude. she hates literally everything. it's like life fucked her over but she's literally living the best life right now. she's a wealthy attorney, has her own place, she's not ugly looking, has a loving family who puts up with her bullshit and a sister who actually cares about her despite the shit treatment she receives. what more can she want? she's a prick y/n."

"how about we tone it down you two? i think it's nice that jennie prepared you lunch y/n/n. it's something," y/n thanked roseanne for her positive input and cheery attitude that made y/n feel a little bit better but y/n knew that jennie just didn't want to get in trouble with their parents so that's probably why she put effort into her lunch.

"are we still studying after school?" lisa munches on her fries and scribbles something on her lab assignment, hoping that it'll somehow be right. she didn't want to ask her chemistry crazy girlfriend for answers, and although lisa loved roseanne, she didn't want roseanne to teach her, she just wanted the answers.

"i can't," y/n speaks, her mind drifting in and out of her thoughts. she was only sixteen, why was she stressed out already? the bad part was that it wasn't because of school. "why not?" jisoo reaches over and plays with y/n's fingers absentmindedly. roseanne and lisa both look at each other but all roseanne does is kick lisa's shin because the girl was going to comment something again. "unnie is coming to pick me up, she wants me to go straight home and study there," jisoo pouts but y/n doesn't notice, too wrapped up in her food to notice the raven head, "but we're just going to the café to study.."

y/n nods and wipes her mouth with a napkin, her other hand falling on top of jisoo naturally. "i know but she thinks it's dangerous to go home late after. i'll just facetime you guys," roseanne whines lightly and y/n can't help but coo at roseanne's face, her cheeks looked chubby when she made that whiny face.

"i'll come next time, this is just a one time thing. i promise."

turns out it's not just a one time thing because the very next week, y/n sees jennie in their home again. like usual, there's no greeting for her but y/n's used to it so she just sits on the kitchen island and waits for her mother to explain why her older sister was in the house.

chaerin fixes jennie a cup of coffee and jennie eagerly sips on it. she was running on two hours of sleep and god knew how much she needed coffee. her assistant at the firm always got her coffee order wrong and her new case was taking up all her time, she barely got to rest when she became an attorney but now sleep was just non-existent.

"how's work jennie?" chaerin asks quietly as she looks at y/n preparing her small breakfast. her daughter was an athlete but definitely didn't eat much for an athlete. y/n loved competing ever since she was young, she loved competing in sports, music and arts. so when y/n got older, chaerin didn't shy away from providing y/n with the opportunities. so y/n took up soccer, volleyball, piano and fashion. chaerin often got worried for her youngest daughter because she was still so young and already did so many things and on top of that she had school and her studies to keep up with, but whenever chaerin sees the satisfied smile on y/n's face after a game or after a new piano piece, she lets those worries disappear.

jennie however, was not like her younger sister. the girl was more academically involved than physical sport and music. jennie was student council president all through out high school, was the head cheerleader (that was the only physical thing jennie did), leader of the math club and science club. jennie loved academics, she was the top of her classes throughout high school so it was no surprise to chaerin when jennie wanted to become a lawyer.

"it's fine." jennie answers shortly, she wasn't in the mood to speak or even be in her childhood home. she just wanted to sleep.

"your father and i are going to be gone for two weeks," jennie nods, her mother's words not really registering in her mind. y/n continues to stir whatever was inside the pan and tries to remember what she studied for last night. "we're going to be in Bali for two weeks, attending a business conference," once again, chaerin sees that her children aren't listening.

"and since y/n is sixteen, i don't want her to stay home alone for two weeks."

no response, jennie is finishing up a draft email and y/n is too busy eating her eggs.

"so jennie, y/n will stay with you until we get back."

that's what gets them, chaerin mentally prepares herself for her eldest daughter's verbal attacks.

"you don't expect me to take care of a sixteen year old when she's very much capable of doing that herself." y/n doesn't say anything and tries to block out whatever jennie is saying and is about to say. y/n knows that none of the things that will come out of jennie's mouth will be nice.

"i actually do jennie. it's about time you do it,"

"why is that?" jennie challenges her mother.

"because she's your sister and not once have you gone out of your way to check up on her."

"do i need to? she has mommy and daddy there with her through everything! i don't need another problem added on my plate. my job barely lets me sleep and i don't need to take care fo something else."

"jennie kim. sit down and don't talk to your mother that way," jiyong interrupts after getting fed up with his daughter's yapping voice. she was worse than his wife sometimes.

"appa. you're asking me to take care of someone while i have a demanding job that requires me to tend to it twenty-four hours a day. i don't need another responsibility. why can't she just go to jisoo's house, she seems to love going there anyway." jennie side eyes her sister when she says that and y/n just clutches onto her fork, her teeth were grinding and she so badly wanted to defend herself but she also knew jennie had a point. she shouldn't be interfering with her sister's life like this.

she already interfered when she was born. she couldn't have jennie hate her even more.

"so what? you want me to put my life on pause just because of y/n?"

"jennie, you did this to yourself. you're letting your sister stay with you until we get back. i don't you to argue with me anymore."

jennie bit her tongue from talking back. her hands lay lifeless on the table as she tries to process what just happened.

"two weeks. that's it."

chaerin motions for y/n to go upstairs and get ready to get to school while jennie was stuck trying to convince her parents that y/n didn't need to stay with her. she didn't want y/n to stay with her. it was just going to cause things to stir and jennie didn't want that.

unfortunately, all the begging and whining that the thirty one year old did was no match to her parent's stubborn brain. she was still stuck with y/n for the next two weeks.

y/n was shitting her pants as she tried to pack clothes for the next two weeks. she was slightly excited to stay with her sister but also not. jennie was going to kill her, she knew that for sure. she felt terrible for making her sister pause her busy life just so y/n could fit in her schedule. y/n didn't want jennie to feel obligated to take care of her, she knew jennie didn't want to do it.

gosh, if there was only a way for her to get excused from this, she'd take it. but y/n knows that if she disobeys her parents, it'll only back fire to her sister and that was the last thing y/n wanted. she was already on thin ice with her sister.

Hannam The Hills, Seoul

6:02PM

Author's POV.

to say it was awkward was an understatement, y/n couldn't process it when their mother was speaking and y/n couldn't process it now that she was standing inside the luxurious home of her older sister. y/n didn't know what to do, she was left standing there as jennie was speaking with her assistant, y/n doesn't know if she could call it speaking though since her sister's neck vain was popping and the booming voice of hers was echoing throughout the apartment. y/n stood there awkwardly, her duffle bag in her hands and her fingers picking at her nails. "stop doing that, you'll ruin your nails." jennie's demanding voice nearly made y/n scream, wasn't she just talking with her assistant awhile ago? "s-sorry," y/n muttered, her movements stopping and waiting on command for what jennie is instructing her to do next. "i can stay with jisoo if you're busy, i won't tell eomma and appa."

"no. you're not going to stay with jisoo, understood?" y/n nodded her head and jennie turned around. "you'll stay upstairs in the guest bedroom. no touching anything, no walking into rooms that i didn't say you could go into, okay?" despite jennie not looking at her, y/n nodded her head. "you're staying in my house and my rules are my rules. you are not to bring friends over, i don't care if eomma and appa let you but you're in my house," jennie walked up the glass stairs, her heels clicking on the floor making y/n more scared. it truly felt like she was in the 'devil wears Prada' film. jennie leads her little sister into a big room, obviously not bigger than hers but it was a decent size. "you'll stay here. everything you need is here and you can put your clothes inside the closet." y/n watches in amazement as the walls of her room are painted a nice cream colour, the same colour that her room was painted in back at home. y/n knew how much of a struggle it was for her father to find the exact cream colour and y/n wondered how jennie found the exact colour for this guest bedroom.

"you can put your stuff down and freshen up if you want. there's food downstairs if you want to eat or you can order something, i couldn't care less about what you eat. i'll be in my office working, don't disturb me unless someone's dying. i don't like loud noises and i don't like cleaning up after people, so if you make a mess, clean it. i don't like repeating what i say," y/n feels like she's some sort of servant working for jennie instead of being her actual sister. "did you hear what i just said?" y/n takes a breath and nods, "yeah i did," jennie looks at her unimpressed, "then why didn't you answer me?"

"sorry unnie," jennie doesn't correct y/n, either she got tired of repeating herself or she just didn't care anymore.

when jennie left, y/n went to inspect her new room for the next two weeks. she let her eyes linger on the luxurious furniture that was somehow put into her room like it belonged there. it had everything she loved and y/n wondered if she and her sister had a lot of similar tastes. y/n lets her mind wonder to a fantasy of if she and jennie were close, would they be able to talk about their similar interests and similar tastes? but all y/n could do was imagine because her reality didn't include that. she and jennie weren't close and jennie hated her.

y/n's eyes widen at the sight of a Canon EOS 90D camera perched on one of the shelf's, she's hesitant to take it because jennie's rules rang in her ear loud and clear but her passion for photography made her second guess her choices. she was itching to touch it, how the hell did jennie have this in her home? did jennie like photography too? what other things did y/n not know about jennie? quite a lot that's for sure. y/n is the only one in the family who knows about cameras and the only people who know her love for photography was their mother and father. y/n walks closer to the shelf, her fingers reaching forward. she sighs at the feel of her fingers brushing the smooth canvas of the camera and the slight leather it had. y/n was aching to try it out, take a video with it's pristine lens and take photos of whatever. but she drew her fingers back, she didn't want to break it and have her sister get mad at her.

with a heavy heart, y/n turns around. she just touched her most wanted camera that was worth thousands, at least she had that to be happy about. how did jennie even get her hands on the camera? it was sold out nearly everything.

after sitting on her bed for a few minutes, her mind began to wonder. she was now more curious to know her older sister, the things she liked to do, the things she liked to eat and her opinions on everything. jennie was such a complex character and y/n wanted to know more. she was itching to discover who her sister really was and based on the entire design of her house and the small glimpses y/n got of jennie's habits, she knew that she and jennie had a lot of common interests and habits. why was it so difficult for her own sister to like her?

it was around nine in the night when y/n determined she was indeed hungry. it was already late and she didn't want to wake her sister up by making a loud noise in the kitchen, so she tiptoed down the stairs and headed into the kitchen only to find her sister eating on the counter. y/n gulped when jennie's eyes met hers, the cat like eyes that she got from their mother which y/n also got, staring deep into her soul. y/n was hoping jennie would be asleep so that she didn't have to face a situation like this but of course she was wrong. her lucky stars just didn't seem to like her very much whenever it came to her sister. "i'm sorry unnie, i didn't think you'd still be up," y/n observes what jennie is eating, grilled cheese with doritos inside of it. for someone as put together as jennie, someone who even intimidated men, y/n wasn't expecting her sister to eat things broke college students and high schoolers, like herself, would eat. doritos and grilled cheese was her favourite weird combo. "you're only eating now?" jennie responded, putting her phone down to the side and giving all her attention to her younger sister. "yes...i don't really have an appetite in the early hours." jennie clicked her tongue and shook her head, "if you continue eating like that, you'll never build muscle," y/n made a move for the fridge but jennie stopped her, "there's another grilled cheese for you on the table," jennie didn't make eye contact with her when she spoke, y/n's eyes widen in surprise. jennie made her food?

"i thought i could eat two but turns out i can only eat one," of course. jennie wouldn't actually make her food. "okay..uhm, thank you unnie."

"eomma told me that you like grilled cheese, so ugh...yeah." jennie clarified, she didn't want her younger sister to think she made it for her.

"okay unnie."

"i didn't make it for you."

"i know that unnie. thank you-"

"i would never do that for you. you're capable of making your own food." y/n looks down and notices that the crust is cut off, just how she likes it. "the crust is cut off," jennie narrows her eyes on the sandwich and nods her head, "yeah. what about it?"

"....nothing. never mind. thank you for this." jennie continues to nod and eats silently, the ringing of her phone going off once or twice. y/n eats the sandwich and smiles in content when the cheese is still gooey. y/n eyes her sister carefully as jennie answers whoever is texting and calling her, although it's most likely her work, she wonders how jennie knows to cut the crust off the sandwich she 'didn't make' for her when only their mother knows y/n doesn't like the crust. sure, they lived together and jennie probably saw her mother removing the crust on y/n's sandwiches but jennie doesn't like y/n so why would she put effort into removing the crust on a sandwich she 'didn't make' for y/n? it's even more weird because jennie's sandwich still had the crust on it.

"my friends are coming over for the review of the case we're working on. you can go to your room or you can just continue eating here. it doesn't matter to me what you do, just don't disturb us." and the jennie that y/n has (barely) known all her life is back. "okay unnie," jennie doesn't say anything else and goes back to her phone, completely ignoring her younger sister like she wasn't even there. y/n wonders what jennie's friends are like, were they friendly? were they pretty like her sister or were they exactly like jennie, mean and intimidating? y/n was surprised that jennie gave her the option to stay in the dining room, where jennie and her friends were most likely gonna be. jennie wasn't embarrassed of y/n? y/n found that unbelievable.

several knocks were sounded at the door and y/n jumped because of the loud noises. "fucking hell felix.." jennie muttered under her breath when she stood up to get the door. y/n couldn't see the people when jennie opened the door but she was sure at least four people were there. "i told you to knock nicely," y/n could hear jennie scolding with a hiss in her tone. "c'mon ruby jane! we brought wine and ashley brought chicken!" a blonde haired boy answered enthusiastically when he entered jennie's home, completely unaware of the presence of jennie's younger sister. he raised the bottles in his hand and three other people walked in.

"yeah jen! we're here to fuck thi-" jennie glares at all of them and they all shut up immediately, turning their heads to where jennie was constantly looking over at. to their surprise, another body was in jennie's house. "oh shit," ashley and felix immediately hide the bottles behind their backs and smile sheepishly at jennie. "shit jen...i'm sorry, i didn't know you had someone else here," felix spoke and the other three nodded behind him.

ashley looked back at y/n and tilted her head, "is this..." ashley, felix, jongin, and chan all looked back at jennie with wide eyes. jennie immediately clears her throat while avoiding her friend's gaze. "jen..is this-"

"y/n, these are my friends. ashley," she points to a slightly green haired girl, "felix," jennie points to a guy with slightly long blonde hair, "jongin," a brown haired boy who smiled kindly at y/n, "and chan," a black haired boy who was incredibly tall. "they're my friends from high school and also my co-workers," y/n nods, her smile widening as she sees the girl named ashley smile at her. "ash, felix, kai, chan. this is my sister y/n," all of jennie's friends look at y/n and smile widely, something in their eyes made y/n feel weird. "it's so nice to meet you..y/n. you're so beautiful," jongin complimented but y/n didn't feel any romantic or flirtatious intentions behind it, y/n felt brotherly love from his words. "thank you jongin oppa," ashley and chanyeol walk to y/n and smile at her. "jongin is right, you're so beautiful. i'm mad that jennie kept us from you!" ashley joked while turning back at jennie. jennie avoided ashley's gaze and looked to the ground instead.

"how long is she staying here ruby jane?" felix asked, dropping the alcohol on the table and walking to y/n's side. "for two weeks, eomma and appa are in Bali right now," ashley nods and walks to jennie's fridge, "y/n please don't tell me you'll tell your parents we were drinking in front of you," y/n chuckles and remains quiet when she answers, she doesn't want her sister to think that she'll take her friends away from her. she didn't want to distract them or disturb them any further. "i won't unnie. i promise," jongin laughs and ruffles y/n's hair, "i like your sister already jennie," he winks playfully and goes to the dining room table, taking out the files and setting up his laptop. jennie walks hesitantly to the kitchen and sits down beside felix, she needed to calm down.

"i'll be in the living room unnie, i don't want to disturb you guys," when jennie didn't answer, ashley answered for her. "of course y/n, don't hesitate to come in here if you need anything," ashley then smiled at y/n again and the younger girl felt some weird feeling in her stomach. why were they all so gentle with her? they literally just met each other.

y/n finally caught up with all her dramas that she missed on the last few weeks because of studying and actually completing her school work, she was gushing over how cute the actress jisoo looked in the drama snow drop. the actress reminded her of her own friend jisoo, it's funny how they had the same name.

(a/n: this is obviously an au so i made snow drop be out already and the actress 'jisoo' isn't actually kim jisoo).

speaking of jisoo, y/n took her phone and contacted the group chat.

*text conversation*

: how are you guys?

turtlerabbit: wow and she speaks!

chaeng: how are you y/n, i thought your sister already killed you.

manobangbang: how's it like staying with the devil?

: guys...it isn't too bad honestly. i have my own room and it's so fucking beautiful inside jennie's home. she even has the guest rooms the same colour as my room! it's crazy how she has the same paint appa used for my room, appa spent weeks finding the perfect paint that i wanted.

turtlerabbit: did you eat yet?

chaeng: aweeeeee, is jisoo concerned?

manobangbang: abby, don't tease them

manobangbang: baby***

manobangbang: here we go again...

chaeng: who the fuck is abby?! and why do you always text her name? what the hell are you doing lisa? do i look like i'm a girl worth cheating on?!

turtlerabbit: and here i thought chaelisa wasn't going to make it about themselves again.

manobangbang: CHAENG! i told you so many times that it's a typo! a typo! you can't expect me to type perfectly all the time!

chaeng: a typo or not, why does your phone recognize abby?!!!!!

manobangbang: fucking hell chae, can you just stop this.

manobangbang: chaeyoung, stop throwing clothes at me! oh my fucking gosh.

turtlerabbit: so did you eat y/n?

: i did actually! i'm having a grilled cheese sandwich, jennie's co-workers/friends are in the dining room discussing their case so i'm just chilling.

turtlerabbit: are you free tomorrow?

: to do what chu?

turtlerabbit: i dunno, hangout maybe? go to your favourite restaurant?

: we can go to yours instead chu, i know you want chicken 🤩

: oh wait. shit. never mind, jennie doesn't want me going anywhere after school while i'm staying with her.

turtlerabbit: you're joking right, are you serious. she isn't someone who can dictate your life. omfg 🙄

: sorry chu, i really don't want to anger her.

turtlerabbit: this is ridiculous, i thought only mama kim could dictate your life?

: apparently also jennie can dictate my life. it's okay, it's only for two weeks plus i do need to get back on my studying streak.

turtlerabbit: i just wanted to spend time with you.

: we always spend time together chu :)

turtlerabbit: i-...that's not what i meant y/n. i just wanted it to be us.

manobangbang: chaeyoung! open the fucking door. please! abby, please.

manobangbang: BABY***** FUCK. I MEANT BABY. NOT ABBY. PLEASE CHAE.

manobangbang: i don't have any other girl chae, there's no abby or whoever the fuck you think, there's only you. please baby. just you. chaeyoung, open the door. please.

turtlerabbit: so lisa is a simp for chaeyoung. huh.

manobangbang: fuck, this isn't our private chat?! omfg.

: lisa really simping, lmfao. lisa we know you turn into mush for chaeyoung. i thought you said you nad chae weren't gonna hang tonight?

manobangbang: chae asked me to come over so i left bam and ten's place.

turtlerabbit: oh shit, so she is a simp.

manobangbang: shut the fuck up chu, do you want me to call out your simping for y/n? you literally said you just wanted to spend time with y/n alone.

: lisa, you gotta solve whatever shit is happening with chae and jisoo i'll get back to you on that offer. i gotta go guys, my eyes are drooping. gnight :)

turtlerabbit: you just ruined my chance because you interrupted the chat dumbass!

manobangbang: then text her privately then dumbass! not on a gc!

turtlerabbit: i'll cut your bangs lisa, don't try me.

: you do realize this isn't a private chat between you two, right?

*turtlerabbit has left the chat*

manobangbang: she's SO embarrassed

chaeng: i wouldn't be too happy right now larissa.

manobangbang: who the fuck is larissa?!

chaeng: i meant LALISA.

*yntops has muted the chat*

chaeng: lis? baby? please, it was just autocorrect.

chaeng: lisa? lali? 🥺

manobangbang: fine. just open the door now, i'm cold.

chaeng: okay baby!

*text conversation - end.*

y/n walked back into the kitchen, her ears picking up on the intense conversation jennie was having with her friends, hushed voices and papers flipping. y/n figures that this case might be the biggest one yet. washing the dishes carefully and quietly so to not make much noise, y/n spots chanyeol walk into the kitchen. he's grabbing another glass when he spots y/n by the sink. "you look so much like mama kim, it's insane," y/n laughed and nodded her head. "well yeah, she's my mom oppa," chanyeol continues to stare at her and laugh, "yeah..you and jennie look exactly like your mother."

"is that a compliment oppa?"

"of course it is little one. jennie is beautiful and it's no surprise her sister is too.." chanyeol walked closer to y/n and softly hugged her, "i'm glad to have met you. jennie has always came up with some excuse as to why we couldn't meet you." chanyeol smiled but y/n could see right through it. the tall man was longing. "thank you oppa. can you tell unnie that i'm going to bed now?" y/n hugged back the older man and smelt the slight smell of wine and whiskey. y/n found it hilarious that jennie and her friends were drinking while working on a case.

"alright little one, you head to bed now. good night," y/n smiled and backed away from chanyeol, his kind eyes making her feel safe. "good night oppa."

it was two o'clock when jennie finally called a cab for her intoxicated friends. they insisted on drinking and even though jennie knew they needed to work on the case, she didn't oppose because she herself was stressed. she felt like she needed alcohol to get by this day, it was extremely stressful. jennie knew that y/n was sleeping already, well, she should be sleeping but jennie (in her drunken state) wanted to talk with her younger sister more. she found the girl had several similar interests and jennie found her drunk self wanting to know more.

jennie shakes her head and tries to walk up the stairs, her legs were nearly giving out and maybe allowing jongin to convince her to finish the bottle of whiskey wasn't good and maybe she should scold jongin for doing that to her but she realized she'll just do it tomorrow where she can yell in his face and punch his arm. drunk jennie was never good, she made irrational and stupid decisions, finishing the whiskey bottle was one of them, but walking into the direction of her younger sister's room was also another one of them.

jennie's legs carried her to the direction y/n's room, she knew she probably shouldn't do this, she knows she shouldn't do this. going into y/n's room will only make her do something stupid and her drunk self really shouldn't be doing this, but she still finds herself leaning on y/n's doorframe despite her inner protests. this was really stupid, so so stupid, you shouldn't do this ruby jane.

jennie pushes herself off the wall and walks closer to y/n's bed, the light from the hallway illuminating her face. jennie's hands tremble, they're aching to touch her skin and caress the living shit out of it. jennie just wants to hold y/n in her arms and shower her with all the care in the world. she wanted to reassure y/n, reassure her that she was there, reassure her that she cared about her. but jennie shakes her head, these are just drunken thoughts. these are your drunken thoughts jennie, don't let whatever your friends were telling you get into your head. you need to be like this.

jennie takes a step closer, then another until she's at the foot of her younger sister's bed. she's holding back tears, she shouldn't cry, she really shouldn't. but she felt the need to do so. y/n looked so precious, so beautiful tucked in her bed. jennie took another cautious step forward, her hands covering her mouth to muffle the sobs that were lightly trickling out. y/n's bed dips but jennie knows how much of a deep sleeper y/n really was.

taking her fingers off her mouth, jennie reaches over, stroking the hair out of y/n's face so it can't block the beautiful view anymore. jennie feels her heart jump at the contact of her fingers on y/n's skin. it wanted to be there, it felt like that's where it belonged, on y/n's skin, caressing and stroking it. jennie lightly wipes the sweat that dawns on her younger sister's skin.

thoughts run through jennie's mind, thoughts of what her friends were telling her awhile ago and thoughts of what the fuck she should do because she's so confused herself. she knew feelings like this would come but she was hoping she could bear a little longer, bear a little longer until y/n was older so that she didn't have to take care of her anymore. the less contact she has with y/n, the less irrational thoughts would fill jennie's mind.

jennie's tears mark y/n's bed, tear after tear, jennie's a crying mess on her sister's bed. her fingers thread through the black hair that y/n owned. jennie was in awe at how beautiful her sister truly was. y/n kim was beautiful.

jennie leans down, she knows she shouldn't do this but she's tempted and she's seconds away from biting into that temptation. she leans lower, her lips brushing over y/n's skin.

soft lips are pressed on y/n's forehead, a lingering kiss from jennie's lips are placed on her sister's forehead and jennie prays that y/n doesn't wake up to see her like this. she wouldn't know how to explain it.

fingers stroking y/n's hair, lips lingering on y/n's forehead, jennie leans back up - not too far but not too close. just close enough for her eyes to linger on y/n's face.

"i love you."

jennie whispers before composing herself once more and walking out the door of y/n's room. drunken actions, drunken thoughts, jennie tries to convince herself as she walks into her room.

Hannam The Hills, Seoul

7:00AM

Author's POV.

y/n woke up to an empty house. it was like there was no trace of jennie there at all if it weren't for the faint trail of Chanel no.5 perfume. y/n figured her sister was already at work since it was seven and jennie seemed to love going to work at five in the morning. y/n seriously worried for jennie's health. first she finds the girl eating late in the night - grilled cheese with doritos - then finds the older woman drinking with her friends which probably led to a hangover and y/n faintly remembers hearing the front door shut around two in the morning and now she finds out that jennie leaves to work at ungodly hours. the girl probably only had around three hours of sleep.

y/n makes herself a nice bowl of cereal, she didn't want to cook anything too big without jennie's permission. y/n was surprised to find a box of fruit loops (a/n: this is easily one of my favourite cereals), sitting in jennie's pantry. y/n did not see jennie as a girl who ate fruit loops. y/n pegged jennie to be the type who eats avocado toast in the mornings.

while eating breakfast, y/n received a text message from jisoo, asking her to come to a party that her big brother was going to be hosting. y/n knew seokjin and knew how nice he was, y/n and seokjin were practically best friends, she could confide in him with whatever was on her mind and even knew the whole drama about her and jennie. despite seokjin being eighteen, y/n found herself extremely close with seokjin and didn't find it weird to see jisoo texting her about her brother's party, he always invited jisoo' a friends over. y/n wasn't sure she was going to be able to make it because well..jennie said no to any plans after school already and y/n wasn't one to disobey rules, especially if they were input by her older sister.

turtlerabbit: jin oppa said he hasn't seen you in forever!!

: chu, he literally saw me last week.

turtlerabbit: please y/n, you never miss these parties. it can't happen now that you're under your sister's watch. pleaseeeee, pleaseeeee, please.

: jisoo, i don't think me coming home with the smell of alcohol will please jennie. she won't let me.

turtlerabbit: just come up with an excuse after school, tell her you're doing something for student council.

: jisoo, she's not stupid. plus, she comes home at five, so even if i find some excuse, she'll still be home earlier than me.

turtlerabbit: cmon y/n, please.

: jisoo...i don't know. i really can't.

turtlerabbit: i want you there y/n.

: you'll have chaelisa

when jisoo didn't respond, y/n sighed. she wasn't sure how she was going to make it up to jisoo. finishing her soggy cereal since she was distracted by jisoo, y/n receives a text. she opens it and is surprised that jennie had texted her.

unnie: i won't be home until two in the morning, don't wait up. eat something, i don't care what and make sure you're home after school.

: okay unnie.

y/n smiles and texts jisoo back.

: you're in luck, jennie won't be home until two am today. and i'm not drinking.

turtlerabbit: i could kiss you, yes!

y/n rolled her eyes and walked up the stairs to her room, she needed to get herself ready unless she wanted another late attendance, she's been getting many of those lately.

[TW - Mentions of rape. Do not read if you're uncomfortable with it. I'm not in any way fantasizing rape, romanticizing or sexualizing rape. This is used for a serious matter in the story].

Gangnam, Seoul

8:00PM

Author's POV.

the party was raging when y/n finally got to it. bodies of college students or older were dancing and grinding on each other, the smell of weed and alcohol filled the air and y/n wasn't sure she was up for it tonight. as she was about to turn around and leave the party, jisoo appeared in front of her with a very drunk chaelisa behind her. "didn't the party start an hour ago?" y/n questioned teasingly at the very drunk couple behind jisoo. jisoo rolled her eyes, "see, this is what you would've left me with if you didn't come," jisoo immediately intertwines their fingers and leads them to the counter filled with drinks. jisoo's house was massive, a mansion with three stories and open areas where anyone could get lost in but in this party, it looked incredibly small due to the fact that thousands of students filled the space.

"whiskey on the rocks?" jisoo asks, referring to y/n's regular drink. despite being sixteen years old, y/n had experience with alcohol, she could blame her father for investing so much time into the business of alcohol and teaching y/n everything she needed to know about it but y/n decided not to since she was very eager to learn about liquor. "i told you i wasn't drinking tonight jisoo, i can't have jennie smelling alcohol on me."

"you're no fun y/n, just one cup won't hurt." jisoo is already pouring the drink into the cup before placing a nicely rounded sphere ice cub. "jisoo. please, i really can't drink tonight," jisoo rolls her eyes and gives y/n a teasing smile, it really didn't help that jisoo was dressed in tight booty shorts, long leather knee boots, fish nets, and a half ripped open blouse with her hair ruffled like she had someone's hands run through it. "fine, but at least keep it with you?" jisoo smiled and held tighter on y/n's hand. y/n sighed and relented, letting jisoo hand her the cup. "what even are you supposed to be jisoo?" y/n laughs as she can't for the life of her figure out what jisoo is for her brother's halloween party. y/n went dressed up as a nurse, blue scrubs and all, while chaelisa was clearly bonnie and clyde.

jisoo led them to the large rooftop where most people were partying before turning back around to face y/n, "i can be whatever your imagination is wanting me to be.." trailing a finger up y/n's arm, jisoo steps closer. "i can be the girl of your dreams...if you want, i can even be that slut in your fantasies," y/n gulps and lightly takes a sip of her alcohol, just one sip and that's it. "you're drunk jisoo.." y/n smiles and holds tighter onto jisoo's hands. y/n has no idea what they're doing. they flirt and touch each other with lingering stares but none of them has made a move. "haven't had one sip of alcohol tonight y/n/n, i'm completely sober," jisoo lets go of y/n's hand and disappears into the crowd.

y/n turns to her other best friends and is surprised when she isn't greeted with them making out or grinding on each other, they were drunk and drunk chaelisa tended to do more naughty things when they were drunk, not that they didn't do naughty things already when they were sober. "what's the deal?" y/n teases lisa who's staring at chaeyoung's cheeks, "my girl's hungry. you know her, food comes first before anything," y/n laughs out loud and causes chaeyoung to look up and stare at the both of them. "what?" chaeyoung calls, confusion written on her features. "nothing...nothing," y/n looks around the rooftop, she's just trying to make sense of it all, why did chaeyoung have a hotdog when there clearly weren't any hotdogs being served.

"where did she get the hotdog lis?" lisa sighs and pulls up chaeyoung's YSL handbag. lisa looks around to make sure no one is looking at them before taking out an object that was wrapped in a paper bag. y/n doesn't know if she should be concerned but that quickly goes away and is replaced by a fit of laughter when lisa pulls out another hotdog from the paper bag that was inside chaeyoung's expensive YSL handbag.

"oh fuck! that's hilarious! you're telling me- oh my fucking god. t-this is too good."

chaeyoung quickly realizes what's happening and snatches the paper bag from lisa before stuffing it back into her YSL bag. "lisa! you said you wouldn't show anybody!" lisa laughed and brought chaeyoung impossibly closer to her. "baby, it's just y/n, she won't tell."

"w-why do you h-have that in your bag chae? do all your bags i-include food?" chaeyoung was seconds away from killing y/n but lisa's arm wrapped around her made her stay put. "it's for emergencies, if we go out she usually puts food into her bag, it's normal." lisa defends her girlfriend who was still eating the hotdog.

"lis, normal people put snacks and drinks into their bags if they get hungry, not a fucking full meal!" y/n continues to laugh again before feeling chaeyoung's fists hitting her side. "okay! okay! s-sorry chaeyoung," lisa pulls her angry/hungry girlfriend away and coos at her to get her to calm down. y/n continues to laugh as chaeyoung continues to eat, y/n seriously wondered how the hell chaeyoung stayed so fucking skinny despite literally eating any and everything. lisa was probably feeding her something.

y/n looks around the room and greets the people who she got to know over the years because of her connection with seokjin, she made friendly conversation but stopped when she noticed jisoo uncomfortable around a guy. y/n immediately grabs jisoo's attention and mouthes if she's okay, when jisoo smiles and nods her head, y/n leaves it be but keeps a close eye on her the entire night.

in the middle of a game of cup pong, which she and lisa were winning mainly because y/n was sober and was actually getting the shots in while lisa just hyped her up with drunken slurs, y/n noticed that she hasn't seen jisoo in quite a while. the last time she saw jisoo was in the first round of cup pong which was thirty minutes ago. she only remembers because jisoo kissed her cheek lightly as a 'good luck' charm which seemed to be working.

"hey lisa, have you seen jisoo?" y/n isn't usually worried like this because jisoo can handle herself and she's an incredibly smart girl who wouldn't get herself in positions but her mind hasn't forgotten about the way jisoo was uncomfortable in the presence of some boy awhile ago. it also didn't help that when jisoo kissed y/n's cheek, the girl clearly had been drinking, she barely could hold herself up and y/n had to hold her up just so jisoo could plant a kiss on her cheek.

"i dunno y/n, haven't seen jisoo in a bit.." lisa slurred while drinking the cup that the ball was shot into, "can you keep the game going? i'll just look for jisoo quickly, okay?" lisa absentmindedly nods and calls for haechan to be her cup pong partner.

y/n goes to jin and finds him drinking with some of his friends outside, "oppa, have you seen jisoo?" jin stops drinking and looks at y/n's worried face, he smiles and shakes his head. "no y/n/n, why? is something wrong?"

"well, i haven't seen in quite a bit and awhile ago she was kind of uncomfortable with some guy..."

"what guy?" jin's voice suddenly turns stern and his drink is forgotten. "i don't know, some guy with black hair was talking to jisoo in the corner an hour ago-"

"was he dressed as a prisoner?" jin asks, a panic rising in his voice. "u-ugh..yes?"

"shit." jin takes his phone out and tries to dial whoever and y/n takes that as her cue to hurry the search for jisoo. she wanders down the stairs to entire back into the house, everyone was basically partying outside on the rooftop and there were only a handful of people inside the house which did not make y/n's gut feel any better.

y/n frantically starts looking into each room but jisoo isn't in any of them. she asks around but the people were either too drunk or too high to give her a straight answer. y/n rushes to the bottom floor and walks around, her feet taking her wherever, she's only concerned of looking for jisoo.

with the way jin reacted to what she said, she figured that jisoo wasn't in the correct mind to defend herself if something were to happen.

a cry of muffled screams comes from y/n's right and she quickly follows it until it gets louder. there's two voices, one of a females and one of a males. y/n runs to the door and bumps into it, helplessly trying to break it open. the screams keep getting louder and she knows it's jisoo. the screams were slurred and slightly weak but y/n knows it's jisoo. "jisoo?!" y/n yells as she bumps back into the door again, this time a little harder.

"n-no..please, i don't-"

"jisoo?!!" y/n yells louder this time, attracting the attention of some of the people inside the house. "go call jin right now, someone hurry! fuck, stop standing there and go look for jin!" y/n shouts to the people and they quickly scurry to go find jin. y/n desperately tries to open the door and spots mrs. kim's precious emerald rock sitting on a display. y/n prays in her head that mrs. kim was going to forgive her as she takes the rock and breaks the door handle with it.

the door creeps open and y/n rushes inside. jisoo's cries are louder and all she sees is jisoo's limp body getting restrained by some boy who was dressed as a prisoner. "what the fuck?!" y/n runs to the guy and tears him away from jisoo's body. jisoo's shorts were pulled all the way down and her shirt was completely off, the boys pants were halfway down his legs and his junk was ready to penetrate into jisoo if y/n hadn't come in on time.

"what the fuck?! how'd you get in?!" the boy screamed, his hands going to zip his pants but throws a right hook on the boss's face, effectively knocking him over and letting his head hit the ground. "you're fucking bastard, who gave you the right to do this to her?!" y/n climbs on top of the boy and starts throwing more punches on his face, the guy below her is the furthest away from happy. he was about to have his treat if it weren't for this bastard.

the guy reaches into his pocket as y/n's too distracted on punching his face. he grunts in pain and grips onto his pocket knife.

without warning, he shoves the knife into y/n's side, ultimately stopping y/n from punching him.

"jacob! what the fuck are you doing?!" jin's voice rings in the room, lisa and chaeyoung frantically running to jisoo's slumped figure, the girl was obviously roofied. jin rushes to y/n's side and takes her in his arms. the girl was about to pass out with the amount of blood that was gushing out of her. "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. damnit!" jin curses as he sees y/n's eyes fluttering closed and his sister's limp body laying in the hands of chaeyoung and lisa. "call the fucking police!" jin yells, tears pricking his eyes.

this wasn't supposed to happen.

Author's POV.

jennie has been home for an hour now and she was furious. furious because y/n wasn't home and furious because y/n hasn't answered any of her text messages or calls. all she asked was for y/n to come home straight from school and when jennie asked the doorman if y/n arrived home on time, she was furious to learn that y/n didn't come home.

jennie runs her hand through her hair, she was stressed from work already but y/n just had to add onto that. jennie was sure that she was going to be skinned alive by her parents, she was going to get killed because her stupid little sister didn't know how to listen to rules. jennie nearly yells when y/n's phone goes to voicemail one more time.

"jen..you need to sit down please, getting mad at her isn't going to do anything right now-" felix tries to console his friend but jennie throws a pillow at him. "how can i not get mad?! i asked her to come back here straight after school and when i get home, i find out that y/n only came home for fifteen minutes before leaving and she still isn't back! and on top of that, she's not answering my calls or text messages! does she not realize that i'm the one eomma and appa are going to kill if they find out about this all? she's under my watch and i'm going to be blamed for everything because of her stupid decisions!" jennie grips on the wine bottle and grits her teeth. if there was something she hated more than pizza, it was people not following her rules.

there were rules for a reason and she expected whoever she told to follow them. "i'm going to fucking kill her-" jennie's phone rings and y/n's name pops up. ashley watches as jennie picks it up and prays in her mind that y/n will be spared from death.

"y/n sofia kim. what the fuck did i tell-"

jennie pauses when she hears an unfamiliar voice on the other line.

*phone conversation*

"hi, is this miss jennie kim?"

"who's this and why do you have my sister's phone?"

"i'm a nurse from samsung medical centre, i'm calling on behalf of your sister. your parents aren't accepting calls right now."

"yes, they're in Bali for a business conference,"

"since you're one of miss kim's emergency contacts, i need to inform you that your sister was rushed into surgery."

"what?!"

"she's in surgery as we speak miss kim. she's suffered a stab wound on her abdomen, puncturing an organ that has released stomach acids that entered her abdominal cavity."

"i-is she.."

"she's in critical condition but the doctors are doing everything they can save her. we need you here to sign her medical papers as she is still a minor. we also need you to be here to give permission for questioning to the police."

"the police?! why? what happened?!"

"she's a key witness to an attempted rape case miss kim."

*phone conversation - end.*

jennie shatters the bottle of wine, letting the contents spill on her marble floors. "fuck!" jennie yelled in frustration, hot tears trailing down her cheeks. y/n had to survive. she had to.

"what happened? jen?" jongin walks towards her and carefully picks the girl up from the floor. "y/n is in the hospital," she manages to let out as her entire body starts to tremble. "what?!" chanyeol screams, "why?!"

"s-stabbed..she got s-stabbed."

jennie runs out the door and doesn't bother to wait for the elevator and runs down the stairs as her friends follow suite, equally as concerned for y/n. jennie isn't religious, but she finds it in herself to pray to whatever God is listening, she prays that her sister will live and she'll be able to see another day. jennie would never be able to forgive herself if something were to happen to her baby sister.

what did you do y/n, what did you do?

Samsung Medical Centre, Seoul

1:33AM

Author's POV.

jennie ran through the halls like a madwoman, tears streaming down her face and her phone clutched tightly in her hand, a long list of powerful attorneys on speed dial just in case her sister needed a law team. "jennie, breathe. i need you to breath for me," chanyeol spoke as ashley spoke to the receptionist since jennie couldn't speak properly. "she's on the fourteenth floor," ashley spoke as she led the group to the elevator.

"jennie, did you want to request anything?"

"get her a private room." jennie whispered as she wipes her tears and stands tall. she needed to be strong, she couldn't be seen as a wimp. "you're okay jen. she's going to be fine." felix rubbed her back while jongin was trying to get hold of their parents and law team. "your parents still haven't answered but i'll keep trying," jongin spoke as he re-dialled the number. "attorney choi said that he's on board with becoming y/n's defence attorney if it's needed, he also put together his team of ada's if you need them jen," jongin spoke again as he got off the phone with one of the most powerful attorney's in Korea. "thank you." jennie spoke sincerely as they came to their floor.

"of course jennie." all her friends respond back with as much sincerity they can muster. they'd always be there for jennie. no matter what.

jennie immediately spots jin, jisoo, chaeyoung and lisa with a bunch of police officers. jennie feels anger swell up in her chest, y/n's friends were fine but y/n was fighting for her life? that wasn't fair.

"miss kim," one of the officers pulled her aside before she could get her hands on jisoo or anyone who had gotten her sister involved. "may we have a word with you?" jennie nodded and could see the fear in jisoo, chaeyoung and lisa's eyes as jennie walked past them.

"can you please tell me what the fuck happened to my sister?" jennie was desperate for answers and she needed them now. she wasn't going to wait around anymore, "your sister attended a halloween party at mr. seokjin's home, during the party, miss jisoo kim was attempted to get raped by jacob kong, but this was never pursued because your sister came in before anything could happen. she suffered a stab wound to the abdomen-" before the officer could even finish the sentence, jennie stormed over to jisoo and slapped her across the face. the noise echoing in the hallway they were in.

immediately, jin, chaeyoung and lisa go to jisoo's side and try to shield her away from jennie. "how fucking dare you?! my sister is in there because you asked her to go to your stupid party! she was supposed to come home right away! look what you did jisoo!" jennie yelled and attempted to slap her again when jin catches her arm. "it's not our fault jisoo was about to get raped and your sister came in to save her!"

"you're lucky my sister came in before anything could happen to yours! because of you and jisoo, my sister is in there fighting for her life while i can't do anything about it!"

"jennie, jisoo was about to get raped-"

"yes but she's unharmed isn't she?!" jennie knew this wasn't appropriate, it wasn't appropriate to blame jisoo who was clearly shaken up at the whole issue but she was angry, angry at herself because she couldn't protect her sister. she already didn't like jisoo because she just wasn't right for y/n but now y/n got hurt because of jisoo. to jennie, that was enough of a reason for her to really hate jisoo.

"miss jennie kim?" a doctor came out of the surgery room and looked for jennie. "that's me," jennie spoke after she got distracted from punching jisoo. "that's me," the doctor smiled lightly and removed his surgical mask. "your sister's operation is completed, but she's still losing some blood and we need type O blood," jennie nodded her head, "okay. i'll do it, i'm type O."

"perfect then. your sister is in the private room you requested for her, you may be able to see her. is there any requests you'd like?"

jennie looks at y/n's friends and then back at the doctor. she shouldn't do this but she had no choice, y/n got hurt because of them. "only give her family, ashley choi, kim jongin, park chanyeol and felix lee permission to enter the room. other than that, no one else is allowed," jennie rolled her eyes at the protests of y/n's friends while she walked away to her sister's private room. jennie had more authority over y/n than her friends did.

inside the private room, jennie grimaced as she saw her sister's body connected to a bunch of wires. surprisingly, y/n was wide awake and turned her head in the direction of jennie. jennie could see how y/n gulped like she was scared and she should be. she disobeyed jennie's rules and now ended up in this position. "unnie..i-"

"i told you to go home straight after school. was that not clear?" jennie tried not to yell or scream since her sister was injured enough but she couldn't help it. y/n could've died. "i'm sorry unnie, i wasn't thinking."

"clearly you weren't thinking! if you were, you wouldn't have done something so stupid like that! you got stabbed y/n, because of what? because of jisoo? that girl is getting you in so much trouble and you still hang around her. i always tell you that you're putting yourself in a dangerous position hanging out with someone like her!" y/n looked down and fiddled with her fingers, she really didn't want to anger jennie or upset her, it wasn't even supposed to go to this extent.

"i come home and you're not there and then i call you but you don't answer, do you know how many missed calls i left you? how many texts?! yet you didn't answer any of them because you were too busy partying when i specifically told you to go home and stay home! you don't think i'd find out?! i'm a fucking lawyer in case you forgot y/n, i figure anything out! it's so pathetic to think that you thought you'd get away with this. why are you so stupid? who taught you to be so pathetic and naive? you follow what jisoo says but you don't follow what i say?! i have more important matters and now they're all left on hold just because my idiotic sister got in trouble and got herself hurt! how could you be so stupid?!"

y/n knew she wasn't jennie's favourite, but for once, y/n just wanted to be treated with respect. she didn't mean for this to go this far, she didn't mean to get stabbed and interrupt jennie's life, she didn't mean to save her friend from getting raped. she didn't plan any of this but her sister obviously thought the opposite. y/n kim was nothing but a failure to jennie's eyes and y/n had no idea how she got there and what she could've done to make jennie feel that way about her. she's done, she's tired. she thought jennie would at least calm her down and help her get better from the pain she was feeling but she's here, blaming her for everything that happened.

y/n finally snaps.

"okay! i fucking get it! okay?! you don't like me! you fucking despise me, i know that! you've showed me that for the past sixteen years of my life! you don't like me and i get that! you think i'm a disappointment and i get that! but you can't blame me for wanting to save my friend from getting raped okay?! you can't blame me and call me names for having a fucking heart and wanting to save someone who i love! i love people jennie! i have a heart unlike you! i don't know what i ever did to you but i'm over trying to figure it out. you don't like me and that's okay but the very least you can do is respect me."

y/n breathes heavily, tears that she's buried for the last sixteen years of her life finally coming out and staining her milky skin. she was just so over being seen as an outsider. it wasn't her fault she was born and brought into this family so why was jennie so mad?

jennie is left to stand there speechless. she's never heard y/n speak to her like that and she definitely wasn't sure how to come about it. she wanted to wrap her arms around the girl and wipe her tears away, but her pride and ego was too big and she held those close to her.

so jennie just scoffs and leaves y/n's room, heading into the direction of the doctor to get her blood drawn.

it's been a week since then. a week of y/n making minimal conversation with jennie and a week since jennie banned y/n from talking to roseanne, lisa and jisoo (mainly jisoo though). y/n thought it was unfair but after their mother and father agreed to what jennie suggested, y/n could no longer protest. she was bed ridden, her stab wound making it difficult for her to move around but she refused to have jennie help her. she didn't want to ask jennie for help after her outburst at the hospital. it was bad that she still had to stay with her sister because their parents couldn't find a way to get back to Seoul, she found it worse to ask jennie for help on the simplest tasks that she's sure she can do.

the only thing that made y/n's day was the frequent visits that jennie's friends made. they always brought her food that jennie wouldn't allow y/n to eat because she was very strict on following rules, they watched movies with her and kept her entertained while all jennie did was bring her food then go into her home office where she'd be the entire day until she needed to give y/n her dinner.

it was a routine each and every single day, she wanted to text her friends but the police handed y/n's phone over to jennie after the questioning and jennie has kept it ever since.

so y/n laid in bed, wide awake, her thoughts running on three hours of sleep for two days straight and her heart racing at the uncertainty she was feeling. she was already on thin ice with her sister but now, it just seemed like they had no connection at all anymore. it broke y/n's heart but she couldn't do anything about it until jennie tells her what's going on between them and how y/n can make it better.

y/n hears the whisper of the wind and the howl of the trees swaying but she's surprised when she hears hushed voices in the kitchen downstairs. despite being completely injured, y/n walks down the stairs with cautious steps, she didn't want to be seen by jennie, sneaking off while having an injury. the last time she snuck out, it didn't end well. she ended up getting stabbed.

walking down the stairs quietly and hiding behind one of the railings, y/n peeks over to the kitchen which was in clear view. there's two people in the kitchen, one of them was jennie but the other was...their mom? what was their mom doing in jennie's kitchen? y/n thought they were still in Bali.

y/n usually doesn't do this because she knows better, she knows it's better not to listen in on other people's conversations but the way jennie looked furious and the way their mother looked just as mad made y/n confused. what were they talking about?

y/n walks a little closer and is just steps away from the kitchen when she finally hears a little of what they're discussing.

"we thought you'd take care of her properly jennie kim, you said you would. why the fuck did she get stabbed?" chaerin asks in a hushed whisper as she looks at her daughter. "eomma, i was taking care of her! she went to a party with jisoo, how many times do i have to tell you this?!"

"jennie, we have been taking care of y/n for years now and not once did she get hurt when she was with us. we give you two weeks to take care of her and you do this shit? how the hell will we know-"

"know what eomma? huh? know what?" chaerin looks around the kitchen and tightens her fists. "know what eomma?" jennie asked harshly. "how will we know you'll take care of her properly if we leave her with you again?" chaerin speaks vaguely and jennie sighs, leaning her body on the counter and crossing her arms across her chest. "eomma-"

"eomma? what are you doing here? i thought you and appa were in Bali?" y/n appears out of nowhere and jennie jumps up, "y/n? what the hell are you doing out of bed?" jennie scolds and goes up to help y/n get back into her room but chaerin walks past her and hugs her sister. "we got back earlier to check in on you and jennie but we can't stay long baby," chaerin smiles and turns back to jennie, "you take care of her jennie, okay?" jennie nods and watches as their mother walks y/n back to her room, the younger leaning her head on their mother's shoulder and snuggling into her. jennie felt something boil inside of her seeing the sight. but she lightly brushes it away and grabs her phone, contacting her friends to see how the case is going.

y/n is finally able to go back to school and leave the house as permitted by her parents, she's finally back in her room and everything has been going well. her relationship with jennie is still broken though, even more broken than usual and y/n doesn't know when it'll get fixed. everything would've been better though if it weren't for the fact that she needed a piece of fabric to finally complete her stupid sewing project that she had been working on for a month now. y/n sighs, rubs her forehead angrily as she struggles to find more fabric.

"eomma!" she yells from up the stairs and chaerin runs up to ask what her daughter needed. after the incident, everyone (except jennie) in her family has been cautious around her. "what's wrong y/n-ah?"

"do you have extra fabric? i need it." chaerin sighs and nods her head, "yes, it's in my art cabinet just below my office desk in the study," y/n nods and walks to the direction of her mother's study. she barely ever goes in here, chaerin has never allowed her and jennie to stay in her study for more than a few minutes but since chaerin needed to attend a zoom conference call, she couldn't really monitor y/n. y/n walks into her mother's study and looks underneath her mother's desk to look for the small cabinet that held her mother's fabric. y/n opens the cabinet but instead of getting greeted with fabric, she's greeted with file folders and papers.

y/n rolls her eyes and goes to close it when she sees a photo album. y/n loved looking through photo albums, she loved seeing what her parents looked like when they were young or what her sister looked like when she was young. y/n was sure she's seen all the photo albums in the house but this photo album with a black cover she doesn't recall ever seeing. y/n's curiosity peaked and she opened up the photo album, she wanted to uncover more vintage photos of her family way before she was born.

chaerin finished the conference call earlier than she expected, so she scrolls through her phone before receiving a text message from jennie saying that she was outside with food. chaerin smiles at the text and goes to the door to let her eldest daughter inside. "jennie, i see you woke up on the right side of the bed today," chaerin teased her always moody daughter before planting a kiss on her head. "i bought y/n's favourite food.." jennie whispered quietly and chaerin caresses jennie's cheek. "why don't you call your sister down to dinner. she's probably in her room," jennie is about to protest but she stops, she figures she should talk to her sister and make things a little bit better than how they were.

jennie walks up the stairs and heads towards y/n's room but is only greeted with an empty room, panic rises up in jennie and she looks around the spacious place. "y/n? where are you? eomma said it's time for dinner," still no answer so jennie leaves the room and looks in the washroom. when there's still no sign of her baby sister, she walks past her mother's study and looks through the ajar door. she sees a black haired girl with her body turned the other way, her head tilted as if she was reading something. papers spread across from her and photographs laying on the ground. jennie figures that it's just y/n being her curious self and exploring their mother's office for new vintage photos, so she enters the room with a slight smile before turning back to her bitch face.

"y/n, eomma wants us down for dinner. there's food." no response, instead she hears y/n turning the page of a file. jennie walks closer to her sister and finally manages to see one of the papers on the ground and what its purpose was.

jennie gulps.

y/n turns around, shaking her head before slamming the file that she was reading in jennie's chest.

"i can't fucking believe you all."

"y/n-"

jennie turns to grab y/n's arm but the girl is quicker and storms into her room, jennie watches as her younger sister grabs her phone before storming past her.

jennie can hear chaerin's voice call out for y/n before the loud slam of the door is heard.

sixteen years ago - january 2004

jennie shuts her locker closed, she's been having pains in her stomach and she wasn't sure why. she groans and hits her head on the locker, she questioned herself on why she agreed to go to that stupid party last night. "jen, you okay?" ashley appears from beside her and puts her books into her locker, "no. my stomach hurts and i swear it's from the food that they gave us at the party last night," ashley laughs and pats jennie's head, "i'm not sure you can call it food babe," jennie groans again and suddenly grabs ashley's arm and rushes to the toilet.

she vomits literally everything she ate that morning into the disgusting school toilet while ashley holds her hair up. "you shouldn't have drunk so much yesterday jen, now you're still hungover," ashley jokes but jennie hurls over the toilet again. her stomach still hurt like shit and she wasn't sure she was ready to go to class. "ash, can you cover for me in class, i'm going to go home." ashley immediately nods and gives the girl an advil.

"heard you hooked up with eunwoo last night?" ashley wiggles her eyebrows and jennie laughs, "we didn't hook up! we just made out!" ashley rolls her eyes and eyes jennie in the mirror. "yeah right, that's not what he's saying," jennie rolls her eyes and fixes her make up, "all the boys who i kiss say that i've fucked them when it's literally the farthest from the truth," jennie steers the conversation away from her but ashley doesn't budge. "your eyes are sparkling, you don't seem to be telling me the truth..." jennie laughed and giggled, her cheeks turning red. "we may have done something else....." ashley squeals and slaps jennie's arms carefully, "i fucking knew it! no wonder he looked fucked up last night!"

"we only did it because we were both super drunk! you know i'm into nick choi," ashley rolls her eyes again and shakes her head. "sure jennie...sure."

january 24th, 2004

jennie stares at her calendar in fear. it's been three weeks and her period still hasn't come. jennie was anxiously fiddling with her nails. this isn't happening right? she's fine and there's just a delay, but then jennie starts to remember all the things that had happened to her this past week. she kept throwing up while eating her favourite foods and always had a headache.

jennie grabs her phone, sending a text message to ashley knowing that the girl would immediately come over.

"what the fuck did you just text me jennie?" ashley asks as she barges into jennie's room, the girl on the bed jumps slightly and hides her blunt behind her back, thinking it was her mother who stormed into her room. "i just had to lie to mama kim because i couldn't tell her the real reason as to why i'm here. what the fuck is happening jennie?" ashley sits down beside jennie and the girl reaches into her drawer. ashley watches carefully as jennie takes out a box out of the local 7-11 bag. ashley shakes her head and stands up from the bed. "no jennie kim, no."

"i've been so nauseous and i've been throwing up non-stop ash..." ashley shakes her head and locks jennie's bedroom door.

"that could be anything! you can just be super exhausted or something, my mom's a doctor, we can easily go to her if you're not feeling well jen. this isn't...this isn't what you think it is okay?"

jennie wants to believe ashley, god, every fibre in her being wants to believe ashley but she has a gut and that gut feeling is telling her otherwise. jennie is close to breaking down into tears as she watches ashley anxiously bite her lip. "ash...please, i-i.." ashley shuts her eyes and curses jennie's 'friendly' behaviour. they wouldn't be here if jennie decided to not be hoe for one night.

"fuck. there's nothing we can do but try it," ashley hurries jennie into the bathroom and shuts the door. "alright. let's start it then."

so jennie, with all her strength, opens the box and gets the process started.

it's been five minutes, the box said to wait fifteen minutes but jennie is anxiously sitting on the tub, fiddling with her fingers and praying to whatever God out there to make it all go away, to make it a false alarm but as she hears the timer go off and ashley gasp, jennie knows she's not getting a blessing today.

"jennie...y-you need to see this." jennie shakes her head and swats ashley's hand away, she didn't need to see it to know. "jen-"

"no ashley. i don't need to see it. i just...i-"

"are you going to tell eunwoo?"

"are you fucking insane? why would i tell him? he's going to flip shit if he finds out." ashley clicks her tongue and grips onto the bathroom counter. she doesn't know if she can look at jennie the same, she doesn't know if she can feel the same way about jennie anymore. she doesn't know. jennie feels dirty, she feels like a used doll that had been discarded after the owner got tired of it. she didn't mean for it to go this far, all she ever wanted was fun but not like this. this was going to ruin her life, this was going to destroy the chances before she even got to live life. she couldn't let anybody know about this, she couldn't let anyone find out. not eunwoo, not chanyeol, not jongin, not felix and definitely not her parents.

jennie grabs the item off the counter and throws it in the trash. "jen what the hell are you doing?"

"it's going to ruin my life ash, i can't let it ruin my life."

"jennie...what the fuck do you think the two of us can do with any of this? we need help, your parents need to know-"

"NO! we are not telling my parents, we are not going to tell them. i can't have them knowing."

"jennie, we need someone to help us, you're you and i'm me, i can't be much help jen. we need to tell chan, kai and felix jen, they'll help with whatever is happening." jennie breaks down and slides down the wall. "i can't have this happen ash...this can't h-happen.." ashley rushes to her side and hugs the girl. "jennie...we'll get through it, i promise. i promise."

january 26th, 2004

"you want us to do what?" chanyeol asks in shock as jennie and ashley finish telling them what they want. "we need you guys to drive her down to the clinic, chan...please. jennie can't have this..she just can't." chanyeol looks at jennie in shock, he understands why she would want it but he can't help but feel guilt build up in his chest.

"jennie..are you sure you want this? it's your life and your body but i need to know if you're one hundred percent on this. this thing you're asking us to do isn't...easy. hell, we're not even legal to do it.." jongin asks with his hands in his pockets. he doesn't know how to process this information. jennie feels guilty looking at her friends, they were having a nice boys night until ashley and jennie showed up with unexpected (but expected knowing how jennie was) news. they didn't think this was going to be so early on.

"jen.."

"i want to do it felix. i need to do it. please, you guys have to help me. please," jennie was ready to beg, she couldn't have her life get ruined like this. she had dreams and she wasn't going to stop reaching them. she was willing to play dirty if she needed.

chanyeol nods and grabs his car keys. "okay. if that's what you want."

jennie gets into the car with the three boys as ashley comes up with a plan to distract jennie's parents. jennie takes a deep breath in and another deep breath out. she could do this, she needed to do this. for herself and for her future.

they make it to the clinic faster than jennie ever imagined. chanyeol parks in the parking lot and as soon as the car is in park, no one makes a move to leave the vehicle. jennie reaches into her purse, the fake document with her parents fake signature signed across it. "alright...l-let's go," jennie whispers to herself more than to the others, they other boys nod but still, no one makes a move to leave. this makes jennie furious, furious at herself and furious at her friends. "i said let's fucking go, why aren't any of you guys budging?" jennie heaves out of frustration.

"jen....we-we can't."

"chan..i need you guys in there with me."

"jen, do you really want to do this? are you for sure certain that when you look back at this memory, you won't regret it? is this what you really want or is it what you need?"

the boys didn't mean to pressure jennie into taking their side but they needed to know that jennie was fully on board with her idea and that she won't regret it in the future. they needed to know, they couldn't have jennie do something she was going to hate herself for.

"i...i-" jennie breaks down into tears and slumps against felix's side, her body is shaking and she's thrashing in his hold. she didn't know anymore, she didn't know what the hell she was doing, this wasn't her and just looking at the building sent shivers down jennie's spine.

"no..no. i don't want this, please. i don't want this. i-i never wanted t-this, i c-can't do i-it. let's go back p-please. please..." jennie cried into the night while jongin and felix held her close and tried to reassure her that everything was going to be okay. it was going to be okay because they were going to be there with her.

jennie returns home, she really wishes she hadn't but she needed to. ashley was running out of excuses she didn't know how she was going to hide this for any longer. it was getting too fucking obvious and she was going to die of guilt if she didn't say anything.

putting the key into the keyhole, she's greeted with her parents sitting on the leather sofa, her mother's hands buried in her hair while her father is looking at something in his hands.

jennie's eyes widem and she accidentally shuts the door loudly, causing her parents to look up. she immediately spots her mother's face and watches as it hardens beyong recognition. "eomma-" before jennie could say anything more, chaerin is on her feet and charging across the room to jennie. jennie's head whips so quick to the other side and the sound of a slap is heard echoing in the room.

"how dare you?! we raise you, feed you, house you, clothe you and pay for your fees so you can go to school and this is how you repay us?! huh?!" chaerin rips the stick from her husband's hands and throws it at jennie, hitting her right in the forehead. "you repay us by getting pregnant?! what the fuck were you thinking ruby jane!? you're pregnant and you're only fifteen! did i raise you to spread your legs and whore yourself around?!!" chaerin slaps jennie again and this time it's harder. jennie looks to her father for help but he only looks away from her, his face ridden with disappointment and jennie knows she fucked up.

"say something jennie! tell me why you're pregnant!"

jennie chokes on her tears and further annoys her mother, causing another slap to her face, "eomma...-i-i'm sorry, i'm so s-sorry.." chaerin sobs alongside her daughter and looks at her husband for support.

"jennie. does the boy know you're pregnant?"

"n-no appa...i can't tell him! please don't make me tell him! he'll never accept it!"

jiyong can't look at his daughter the same right now. all he sees is a disappointment and he finds it hard to refrain from yelling at her. "did you think we weren't going to find out? you left the test in the trash can ruby jane, have some common sense. we let you go to these parties but expect you to at the very lest be responsible with what you're doing. tell me, were you ever going to tell us?" jennie remains silent and jiyong's temper flies through the roof.

"don't just stand there and cry, speak when i ask you something! were you ever going to tell your mother and i?!" jiyong balls his fists up and tries his hardest not to punch something. he would never lay a hand on his daughter but he was close to crossing that line. she was still a child and she was already letting herself get used like this? what was she thinking? she's a child, she shouldn't be thinking of things like this. "i-i was going to appa-"

"when? after you finally got that baby in your stomach aborted?!" chaerin yells as she grips jennie's arm. "h-how did...how did you find out?"

"you don't think mrs. choi was going to tell me, you don't think she didn't hear you and ashley speaking about it? what has gone through your mind to think that way ruby jane? you were going to go behind our backs and abort that baby of yours that has nothing to do with the mistakes you committed?" jennie was wailing and begging for a chance to explain but her parents were so furious with her and jennie couldn't really blame her. she feels like she would've been better if she just told her parents about it when she found out and didn't hide it for nearly three weeks.

"eomma...i wasn't going to go through with it..please, i'm so sorry-"

jennie gets interrupted as chaerin slaps her again, "and you think that's better? you have got to be the most pathetic girl i've ever seen ruby jane."

chaerin lets go of her and shakes her head. her eyes shining with tears as she feels the betrayal their daughter did to them sink in. "this is your problem ruby jane, you fix it."

chaerin leaves and heads upstairs as jiyong watches his daughter break down into tears. his heart hurts and he can't look at her but he knows it's not good for the baby if she's stressing too much, so he sighs and walks over to his daughter. "stop crying darling, stop crying. it's not good for you," he wraps an arm around jennie's waist and brings her in to his chest. "we'll figure it out, we always do."

november 27, 2004

the wails of a baby crying fills the entire room. jennie heaves a few breaths before releasing her mother's hand. "it's a girl miss kim," the doctor speaks as he raises a crying baby in the air, "jennie...it's your baby," chaerin speaks, her hand rubbing jennie's gently before a kiss gets pressed to her forehead. jennie doesn't smile and only turns away, she wanted to block out the noise the baby was making, she didn't want to hear it, she didn't want to see it. the baby was only a reminder of all the things she had to give up.

"jennie? don't you want to name her darling?"

jennie doesn't respond and looks around the room. she had a name for it but jennie didn't want to say it, she didn't want to let herself believe that she actually planned a name for the baby if it was a girl or boy, she didn't want to let herself believe that she was actually invested.

"jennie?"

"y/n sofia kim."

chaerin smiles at her daughter and nods at one of the nurses who's holding a hospital bracelet. she writes the new baby's name before wrapping the bracelet onto the baby's hand. she hands the baby over to jennie and jennie is hesitant to take it, she doesn't want to but she does anyway.

jennie observes the baby, the pale, soft skin that touched her own, the curve of her barely there eyebrow and the design of her perfect little hands. jennie was falling in love.

"ruby jane, look here," jennie looks up and smiles when her mother points a camera in her direction. she smiles and lets herself focus on the breathing she hears from the creature in her arms.

"y/n sofia kim. i'm your mommy, jennie kim."

despite jennie loving the baby in her arms, she knows she can't take of it. not when she gets extremely annoyed and frustrated when y/n even cries the slightest, she was close to yelling at y/n the past few days if it weren't for her mother catching her and then scolding her for doing so. jennie was already stressing in school and she didn't need a baby to add onto that plate.

jennie knows it's going to be hard seeing her daughter grow up without her actually raising it but she knows it's the best for all of them. she can't take of the baby, she can't take of the baby who she sees as just a mistake as she watches it sleep at night. she just can't.

it's better to give her to people who can raise her with all the care, attention and love.

"are you sure jennie?" jennie looks at her mother and nods, "it's not going to work out if i raise her eomma. i can't look at her without thinking she's a mistake. she needs someone who can love her."

so chaerin and jiyong agree and adopt their granddaughter as their own daughter. from that day forward, y/n sofia kim was known as jennie's younger sister, no questions were asked and everyone went along with the new normal.

from that day forward, jennie found it easier to have her hate her daughter and treat her like a nobody, it was easier that way and her feelings weren't going to make her do irrational things if she kept her distance. she needed to keep her distance, she needed to until she was finally ready. but for now, she can only call y/n her sister and nothing more.

jennie looks at the photograph of her fifteen year old self holding baby y/n. she still feels the emotions that she felt that very day, she felt happiness and joy whenever she saw y/n, she felt like kissing her daughter and hugging her, telling her how much she loved her, but she knew she couldn't. jennie recalls all the times she saw toddler y/n wandering around the house, she recalls how she wanted to scoop the little girl up in her arms and make her giggle, play with her and care for her. jennie couldn't help but to hate y/n because every time she saw y/n, she was reminded of the stupid decision to let her parents take care of her daughter, every time she looked at y/n, she was reminded of her countless mistakes.

jennie was too young to be a mother but as the years pass and she sees her daughter growing older, the itch just became bigger and bigger and jennie wants her daughter to know her as her mom and not her sister. she wanted y/n to know her.

chaerin walks into her study and sees jennie surrounded by all the documents and photos. "jennie.." jennie wipes her tears and laughs, "she knows." is all jennie says and chaerin's heart immediately pounds in her chest. she knows jennie is older and wiser, she knows that the girl is more than capable of taking care of her own daughter, jennie is more than capable of providing for her daughter but she's terrified of what y/n thinks, she's terrified at what y/n feels. she doesn't want y/n hating them, the only did what was best. jennie was only fifteen and was incapable of taking care of herself let alone another human being.

"do you think she hates me eomma? i've been so shitty towards her for years. how is she going to feel knowing that i'm her mother and not her sister." jennie breaks down in the arms of her mother. chaerin kisses jennie's head, "you'll get through it darling, don't you always?" jennie nods her head and doesn't dare look down at the documents on the ground, it openly brought the mistakes she made more prominent. jennie didn't want to think of all the things she did, she didn't want to keep those mistakes anymore and remember any of it.

y/n weeps on the ground, her hands are digging into her palms and she can't grasp the concept of it all. the sister she thought she had was actually her mother? what kind of fucked up drama was she put into when she was born into this earth. how did they manage to keep this secret for so long? how did y/n not see any of it? how did this whole event pass through y/n. how did y/n's parents or should she call them grandparents, allow her to call jennie her sister each and every single day of her life without feeling guilty of it? how was jennie able to insult her, push her away, pretend she doesn't exist all while knowing that she was her daughter.

y/n spent years wondering what she did wrong, she spend years blaming herself for her nonexistent relationship with her 'sister' only to find out jennie isn't her sister but her mother. for sixteen years, y/n had been lied to. for sixteen years, y/n was looking for answers and the only way she got them was because she accidentally found her grandma's cabinet filled with her documents. birth records, hospital records, photographs, everything. y/n had been lied to for sixteen years by the very family she loved and trusted. how did they do that to her? how did they look at her and tell her they loved her all while keeping a secret that y/n should've known.

she should've known, no wonder jennie hated her so much, she was the reason why jennie had to grow up faster, she was the reason why jennie had to stop doing the things she loved. she was the reason why jennie had to leave her childhood and become an adult. but was it y/n's fault? was it her fault that jennie had sex and got pregnant? no. it's not her fault but why does it feel like it is? all those glares and insults she's endured from jennie ever since she was young just because she came into jennie's life because of her poor decisions made y/n mad. she tried for years to get jennie to like her, to get the approval of her sister who she now knows is her mother.

it pained y/n to know that jennie insulted her, broke her, never cared for her or loved her while knowing she was her own flesh and blood.

all y/n ever wanted was to feel loved and cared for by her sister, but all she was looking for was nothing because her sister wasn't even her sister, it was her mother.

she felt a connection to jennie and now she knows why. y/n wants to laugh and maybe hit her head on the cement, the sister she knew for sixteen years was actually her mother. the mother who didn't raise her, the mother who didn't care for her, the mother who called her a disappointment, the mother who never loved her. the mother that was never there for her and called her a burden just because she needed to stay with her for two weeks. y/n felt so pathetic, she felt pathetic needing validation by someone who didn't even want her in the first place.

it hurt so much, like a throbbing pain from getting shot. although, y/n would rather get shot than have this happen to her.

y/n tries to think of all the times that didn't make sense. she tries to think of all the times things didn't add up.

y/n looks for her mother but she can't find her, she walks into her parent's room but quickly hides behind the door when she spots her older sister inside the room with her mother. y/n's birthday was coming up and she saw this as an opportunity to see what her mother was going to gift her. she was to turn twelve and she was excited.

"you didn't have to do this jennie," she hears her mother speak in a hushed voice, lifting up a piece of fabric in her hands before rummaging through the boxes of shoes. "eomma...i need to.." chaerin smiles warmly at her daughter, she kisses her cheek and takes the paper bags that were adorned with designer logos. "she'll love it."

"just...just say it's from appa. it's better that way," y/n watches as chaerin lifts up two Chanel boxes that were wrapped so prettily, y/n is distracted by the beautiful logo and the beautiful ribbon that complimented the box. it was so pretty, y/n wished it was hers.

"anything you want darling. will you be here?" y/n watches as her sister shakes her head sadly, "i can't. it'll only be bad. i can't handle myself when i'm with her.." y/n feels bad for her sister and wishes to wrap her arms around the girl but she knows that jennie doesn't want that.

"eomma! how did you know i wanted this?!" y/n was surprised that her old mother knew what a camera was, not only a camera but a cam recorder, a very vintage one at that. "well..i may have had some help little one," y/n smiles at her mother and leaps into her arms, hugging her furiously while her father laughs along and her sister pays no mind, texting on her phone like usual. jennie was always busy and y/n came to understand that.

it wasn't until hours later that y/n saw a receipt from the Canon story, on the ground, near jennie's room. being the thirteen year old she was, she was curious and picked it up. to her surprise, she read the description of the item which was the exact cam recorder she just received from her mother, charged to jennie's name. y/n furrows her eye brows and tilts her head.

"what do you think you're doing?" the cold and harsh voice of her sister scares her and y/n accidentally drops the receipt from her hands. jennie's eyes widen and y/n closes her eyes in anticipation for the impact of jennie's voice. "didn't eomma tell you not to snoop through people's things?!"

y/n nods and apologies quietly to her sister but all jennie does is roll her eyes and head into her bedroom, shutting the door loudly.

"appa, you need to tell me what shade you painted y/n's room," jennie frantically screams into the phone, hurting her father's ears, "jennie, i need you to calm down sweetheart," jiyong hears jennie sigh into the phone, "please. it's the first time i'll be alone with her, i need to know what colour you painted her room so that i can paint her room that colour too." jiyong laughs at how nervous his daughter was, "jennie..you're the one who requested this, why are you so nervous?"

"appa! please just tell me! i need her room to be prepared before she comes into two days."

"okay sweetheart, i'll be there in a bit, in the meantime, why don't you decorate her room?" jiyong smiles as he hears his daughter finally comply.

y/n knows that it makes sense now. the walls, the extravagant christmas and birthday gifts that she received, ones that her parents wouldn't ever buy for her but she knows jennie would because jennie was into those things, the camera in her bedroom, the knowledge on her favourite foods. jennie paid attention, her mother knew everything about her and introduced her to the things she was interested in by posing it through her grandparents. all this time, y/n thought jennie knew nothing about her but in reality, jennie knew everything about her because she introduced y/n to everything.

y/n shuts her eyes and lets the cold wind engulf her, she just wanted to disappear into a world where she knew where she belonged. jennie was her mother, jiyong and chaerin were her grandparents but why did she feel like she suddenly didn't know any of them.

who was her dad and why wasn't he in the picture? did her dad even know her? did he love her? would he have loved her?

y/n recalls the way ashley, felix, chanyeol and jongin all looked at her like she was some precious child, turns out they just knew exactly what happened and knew who y/n truly was.

y/n feels her heart tear in two when she remembers the abortion papers that were printed out but never submitted. jennie didn't want her. jennie didn't want her. her own mother didn't want her, so why was she still here?

god, y/n felt so stupid. how was she ever going to live life normal again? how was she going to forgive her grandparents, her own mother?

everything was too clear now, the way jennie hated having jisoo around because the girl constantly made y/n do things that only hurt her, the way jennie was so worried and authoritative whenever y/n wanted to do things. y/n thought that jennie just wanted to control her life because that's what siblings do, but now she knows that jennie was following her instinctive motherly senses.

y/n sits on the curb, her head in her hands and her thoughts jumbled apart. if she was confused before, now she just didn't know who she was anymore.

it's three in the morning when y/n finally returns home. to her surprise, her grandparents and mother are awake and sitting on the couch, waiting for her.

"y/n.." chaerin starts but y/n just glares at her, she glares at everyone in the room.

"can you be truthful with me. who the fuck am i? because ever since i was young, i always questioned who i was and where i belonged. i had you two, my parents who i thought were my parents and i had this sister who for the life of me couldn't figure out why she hated me so much. ever since i could talk, i never felt like myself, there was always something missing no matter how happy my life was. and here i am, sixteen years later, finding out that my own 'sister' is actually my mother and my 'parents' are my grandparents. how messed up is that? a kid who never knew where they belonged only to find out years later that they were never the person their family made them believe," chaerin tries to walk closer to y/n but the girl only backed away. she was too hurt to have someone console her. she needed time to herself and she needed to figure this out on her own.

"i spent years...years asking myself what i ever did wrong to make jennie unnie hate me. was it because i was born and stole all the attention? was it because i wasn't good enough, pretty enough, smart enough? was i ever enough? was i ever enough to keep unnie? because you never wanted me. you wanted me gone but here i am, still standing and very much alive. is that why you hate me? because i never died and you had to live with the mistake that you created running around the house, smiling and cheering? i tried for so many years to get you to love me the way you loved our cousins. i remember looking at you and wanting to desperately feel that warmth that you radiated when you kissed or hugged our cousins. i was so young and i was longing for your love without even knowing who the fuck you truly were. you aren't my sister, you never were. you were my mother and you abandoned me while still being in my life," y/n cried loudly, her hands clutching on her clothes.

"and you know what's the sad part? the sad part is that i don't care of how you treated me, i don't care that you didn't love me or cared for me, your own daughter. the sad part is that you gave me away like i was some doll while having the nerve to still watch me grow up without the need of wanting me back. that's the saddest part. here i was longing for you warmth without even knowing who you truly were to me while you were other there, not giving a shit and not wanting me...." y/n walks past all of them but jennie grips on her daughter's wrist, pulling y/n back.

"the part that hurts most is knowing that you were never wanted. and that's exactly what i was to you." y/n turns away and jennie shouts for her to stop.

"y/n, you need to listen to me, please."

"what is there to listen to? so i can hear more lies? so you can lie to me more like you haven't done that for the past sixteen years of my fucking existence?"

"you don't talk to your mother like that y/n," jiyong finally speaks after being silent for most of the conversation. "mother? are you sure she's my mom? she barely acted like a sister to me and now you're saying that she's my mom?" y/n laughed mockingly and made her way up the stairs but stopped when she heard jennie speak.

"i was fifteen when i found out i was pregnant y/n. it was a mistake at a stupid party, i was drunk and i did something that was very irresponsible. i was still a child, i was so young. i had no idea how to be a mother let alone take care of a baby that was mine. i needed to go to school still, i needed to fulfill my dreams. i had to let you go because i wasn't fit to take care of you. i wanted to abort, yes, but i changed my mind because i didn't want to. i got scared and realized that i'd never bear the guilt if i were to kill you. so a couple weeks after you were born, i had to give you away to people who knew how to take care of someone as precious as you. i needed you to be raised by people who were stable and who loved you. i loved you but i couldn't take care of you. i could barely take care of myself, i couldn't put that on you too."

jennie tried to have y/n understand but the wound was too deep and too open. it hurt y/n so much, her entire life felt like a joke, a lie.

"it was a mistake you committed, so why weren't you the one who fixed it? you were selfish and took the easy way out. you left me with people who i thought were my parents while you were there all along. you made me believe in people who aren't even my parents. you made me trust, love and care for people who aren't even my parents. you gave my away while you were there! you spoke to me like i wasn't your own flesh and blood, you acted like i wasn't yours and you acted like we weren't related. you treated me like i was nothing and now you're telling me that you love me? how can you stand there and face your daughter who you lied to for sixteen years and have the audacity to say you love her?"

jennie at this point was trying her hardest not to break down but it was getting extremely hard not to. the guilt and emotions she's been suppressing for years was finally catching up to her and biting her in the ass. "i couldn't have you be with someone who wasn't fit for having you y/n, you have to understand that. i couldn't take care of you but now i can."

"now you can? now that i'm sixteen? what about when i was twelve? you were twenty-seven and completely capable of taking responsibility of me, why couldn't you do it then? what makes now different from then? i would rather be raised by my own mother than someone who isn't my parent. i'd rather have you make mistakes while raising me than be raised by someone else. you're supposed to be my mother, you're supposed to be there and love me, care for me and take care of me. but you weren't. you never were there."

"y/n, you have to believe me. i love you. you're my daughter and i love you so much. i wasn't ready then, i wasn't ready to take full responsibility of you. i still had so much to learn when i was twenty-seven but now i-"

"now you're what? more stable? more knowledgeable? that's no excuse as to how you treated me! you treated me like i wasn't even your daughter! treated me like i was some random person living in the same house as you! you didn't even care for me while you were my 'sister' and now you want me to believe that you love me and are willing to care for me? you can't be serious. i've longed for you for years now. it's been sixteen years and i longed for your love, your motherly love that i knew i was missing but didn't know exactly from who. how could you live with me, how could all of you live with me, tell me you loved me and cared for me while keeping my true identity a secret? how could you possibly do that. you lived with me, breathed the same air as me, ate with me and was raised alongside me. how could you live normally and carry on with your day while i was there...running around, playing and begging you to play with me..even just for a few seconds. all i wanted was for you to notice me as your sister but now i learn that you're my mother and you didn't give two fucks when i was a toddler begging for your attention."

y/n shakes her head and watches as her mother, grandmother and grandfather tear up and break down. the secret's out and y/n finally knew. the answer that she's been looking for for years was finally revealed and smacked her across the face. y/n wished she could turn back time, she wished she never found out and lived her life like how it was before.

"you thought giving me away to your parents was a good idea, i was raised alongside you and made to believe that you were my sister all while you knew that i was your daughter. your own flesh and blood yet you had no ounce of guilt as i grew up in front of your eyes. you yourself knew how much i ached yet you just watched and did nothing. and now you're asking me to believe you and believe that you love me. who do you think i am?"

y/n shakes her head and walks up the stairs to her room, shutting the door and ignoring the cries of her mother. the mother who she thought was her sister. the mother who made her do things just so she could like her, the mother who didn't have a problem seeing her daughter get raised by someone who wasn't her.

jennie watches as her daughter turns around and doesn't look back at her. she's truly lost. the decision that she thought was a good idea just backfired on her and made her one and only daughter hate her. jennie was too late.

y/n comes back down, two bags in her hands. "i'll be staying at rosie's house for this week. i need time to myself...i have no idea how to stomach all of this without feeling the need to vomit," y/n looks at her grandparents before nodding and walking right past jennie.

"oh..and jennie.." jennie turns around at the sound of her name being called by her daughter. hope fills up in her but it quickly comes crashing down when y/n wipes the remaining tears in her eyes and gives jennie an empty smile.

"you don't have to worry about me calling you unnie anymore. there's no point in calling you that when i don't even know what you are to me anymore."

and jennie's heart cracks more and more as y/n gets further and further away.

- fin.

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