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jeonginsleftcheek · 11 days ago

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Hate your guts (pt 1)

~ this fic is my Christmas gift💙 i'm dividing this into two parts bcs tumblr is shit

pairing: rockstar!hyunjin x rockstar afab!reader

genre: enemies to lovers, fluff, smut

wc: 26.6k

synopsis: hwang hyunjin, your sworn enemy. the person who finds and pushes all your buttons, annoys you and makes you angry. the person you're trying to avoid so badly, only to end up practically sharing a bed with him on tour. let the fun begin!

warnings: lots of swearing, smoking and alcohol, mentions of blood and throwing up, mild violence, multiple sex scenes, unprotected sex, oral (f and m), fingering, handjob, semi-public sex, spanking, creampies, mix of degradation and praise

a/n: thank you @frehyun for helping me come up with a name for hyunjin's band💕 also a thank you to @jehhskz @moonchild9350 and @hyunebunx for giving me suggestions, listening to me yap and being supportive while i was writing this🥹🩷🩷🩷 title is inspired by inji, go listen to her music🫶🏻

a little ramble: feel free to skip this! but i just wanted to say that this was supposed to be done sooner cause i had other fics planned out to write but work got in the way. so i wrote this fic whenever and wherever i could; hiding in the bathroom at work, during my break, at the bus station, at 3am when i couldn't sleep etc... it's been a ride and i'm proud of how it turned out, hopefully y'all enjoy it too🥹🫶🏻

“...And do you look into the mirror to remind yourself you’re there? Or have somebody’s goodnight kisses got that covered? When I’m not being honest, I pretend that you were just some lover…”

It was a perfect but short moment.

The fresh breeze coming into the car where the window was opened just a little was enough to give you some air but still managed to hide most of your face from the outside world.

The music in your ears was loud, so loud that you were drowning in it, the warm and comforting voice, the melancholic guitar riff in the background, and the gentle sluggish drums putting it all together into a song that made your eyes water.

You tuned everything else out as this was the only moment of peace you were going to get today.

You needed every shred of sanity you could gather, and you were determined to hold onto it as much as you could.

Because today, you had an interview with him.

Hwang Hyunjin.

Oh, the name you know so well.

Even thinking about the way it sounds makes you feel angry.

It seemed as if his life mission was to find every single button of yours and push them repeatedly until you exploded like a ticking bomb.

Your mind wandered as you thought about him and how much his existence angered you, your stomach turning into knots.

Or maybe it was just pre-interview nerves.

No matter how many times you talked in front of the camera, it always made you feel anxious and jittery.

Being on stage was fun, there was no anxiety there as whenever you would step on it and see all the people cheering for you and singing along to the music you and your friends wrote, your heart felt full, your soul elated.

It was an exhilarating feeling you couldn’t even begin to explain to someone who’d never experienced it.

Every concern in your head, every ache in your soul, every tear behind your eyelids threatening to spill got erased when you gave yourself to the stage.

If you could, you would definitely try to avoid the interviews and just perform.

But your record company had other plans.

Being the only up and rising all girls rock band in the company meant that you needed promotion, and what better way to promote than to collab with the only boy rock band in the same company?

Hwang Hyunjin’s band.

Yes, you couldn’t wait for this day to be over.

“Y/n!” you were shaken out of your thoughts, as your manager pulled at your headphones.

“What?” you almost snapped at her, startled by her antics.

“You were staring off into space and muttering angrily about Hyunjin. Something like ‘poke his eyes out’ and ‘conceited dick’.” Ana giggled, covering her lips with her hand as you rolled your eyes, realizing that you’ve already arrived at the building for the interview.

“I’m sure you find all this amusing. But I am not amused at all. Last time I had an interview with that... bastard, everyone thought we were dating and started shipping us.” you recoil at the thought. “I would never date someone like him.”

“Oh y/n, lighten up! You know there will always be rumors of all kinds. The dating rumors are the least harmful ones, trust me. Just act like you’re besties with Hyunjin, for an hour tops.”

You take a deep breath in, then sigh.

“I am a professional. I will do this right.” you nod with a determined tone as Ana bumped her fist with yours.

“That’s the spirit!” your manager smacked your thigh happily as you yelped, making her laugh before she exited the car.

Since you were in the underground parking lot, there was no press around so you walked out of the car freely, going directly to the elevator that would take you to the reception.

Ana pressed the button when you walked in and just as the doors started closing, someone’s combat boot was pushed between the silver doors, stopping them and making them open again.

Your eyes traveled up from the boots, to the tight leather pants and the skimpy tank top revealing a tattoo sleeve, right to the face you hoped you won’t be seeing for at least another ten minutes.

Hyunjin had an obnoxious smirk dancing on his lips as he looked down at you, puffing his chest out like some peacock showing off his feathers and you already wanted to smack the shit out of him.

His manager, Anthony waved at the two of you, ushering him into the elevator.

“Good morning y/n, Ana.” Anthony greeted as Hyunjin kept smirking at you.

“It was good until now.” you crossed your arms over your chest.

Even the cologne Hyunjin was wearing made you want to puke your guts out so you stepped away from him.

A chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned on the wall casually, never taking his eyes off of you.

“Aw, you throwing a tantrum already baby?” he smirked at you and you started fuming.

Both of your managers rolled their eyes, Ana muttering ‘here we go again’ as she shook her head.

“I see you have a new piercing on your face. You needed another hole to let the air out of that empty head?” you said, trying to sound nonchalant and Hyunjin scoffed.

“I’m gonna ignore that comment and focus on the fact that you’re counting my piercings. Observing me, huh?” he looked at you smugly.

“Yeah, cause I have nothing better to do than-”

Ding!

“Alright, break it off kids, were here!” Anthony said, quickly pulling Hyunjin out of the elevator.

“See? I can’t stand him.” you groaned as Ana chuckled.

“You stood up to him pretty well.” Ana winked. “Let's go get some coffee, get you properly awake before the interview.” she gripped your shoulders, shaking you a little as you groaned in protest.

Thankfully, Hyunjin had disappeared somewhere and you were glad he wasn’t around to annoy you, as you made small talk with a few of the staff you knew there since you’ve already been interviewed for the same channel before.

“Ana, I’m gonna go get some air before we start.” you felt the nerves creeping up inside you.

“Okay, but you have to be back in five minutes.” she reminded you and you gave her a thumbs up, before practically sprinting down the hall to get to the little terrace hidden on the side.

Staff used it for smoke breaks, and you decided to use it to calm your anxiety down.

You flung the door open and stepped out onto the balcony, quickly taking a deep breath in while you looked down at the city before you.

“Needed to see me once more before the interview?” a voice rang out to the left of you.

Hyunjin’s voice.

Of course the bastard is here, you thought, your face becoming hot in annoyance.

“I had no idea you were here, asshole.” you turned to look at him.

He was leaning on the railing, flexing his muscles, a long vein protruding under the layer of the swirling colorful flowers inked into his skin, leading all the way to his long fingers with chipped nail polish and a cigarette pinched between his thumb and index finger.

He looked at you intently through his bangs that were haphazardly falling into his eyes, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, before his tongue poked out to play with the piercing adorning it.

“I thought you had more originality when it comes to nicknames, darling.” he said mockingly before taking another drag from his cigarette.

“Don’t call me that.” you turned around to leave but Hyunjin’s long arm quickly blocked your way, his palm splayed on the wall.

You looked up at him and stepped back, just as he puffed the smoke out your way.

“You leaving?” he looked smug again, intrusive thoughts of pushing him off the balcony appeared in your mind.

“Yes, this space is too small and your cologne is nauseating.” your face scrunches up.

“Aw, I’ll make sure to find another one you’d like.” Hyunjin smirks.

“Don’t bother.” you ducked under his arm and opened the door, walking away as fast as you could.

At least he helped in a way, you weren’t anxious anymore, just annoyed and waiting for this day to be over.

“Where is Hyunjin, we’re starting in a minute.” Anthony’s brows furrowed while you were ushered towards the room.

“Last I saw him, he was smoking on the balcony.” you shrugged as they sat you down.

The chair where Hyunjin would be sitting was too close for comfort and you wanted so badly to push it away, but you figured it was there because of the camera frame.

“We’re on in 30 seconds!” one of the staff yelled and you rolled your eyes.

Of course he was late, the self-centered bastard. You were sure he was enjoying this, everyone waiting on his highness to arrive, everyone panicking around him as he wears that disgusting smug smirk on his face.

“In 10…9…” the staff started counting down just as the door swung open and a breathless Hyunjin ran into the room, almost tripping over your crossed legs before he sat down on the chair next to you.

After he ran in, one of the girls working there ran in too, quickly taking her place with rosy cheeks and her lipgloss smeared.

You rolled your eyes and looked at him, the glitter from the girl’s lipgloss was visibly shining on his lips and chin.

“You have a little something.” you said and he smirked, wiping his chin off before leaning towards you.

“My lips were dry.” he whispered with a wink.

You were more than ready to get this over with, seething with anger at his unprofessional behavior that you didn’t even notice the camera began rolling.

“... today’s special guests are y/n of Venus Flytrap and Hyunjin of Lycoris Radiata! I hope y’all are as excited as I am, since it’s been so long. Y/n, let’s start with you. You have a new album coming out soon, can we get a little sneak peek of that?” the interviewer, Sarah, asked as you adjusted on your chair.

“This is our third album now, and this time Steph and Janey participated in the writing more than before, so the songs are really personal to all three of us.”

“Are we finally gonna hear about their love story?” Sarah wiggled her eyebrows.

“We may.” you smirked at her, not wanting to reveal too much.

“How about yours?” she added on, in the corner of your eye you saw Hyunjin leaning towards you as he stared at you, manspreading like always, his knee knocking into yours.

“Huh?”

“Your love story. Is there a special guy or girl in your life?” the interviewer asked, making you feel annoyed instantly.

You hated being asked questions like that, sometimes it felt like the music you were writing didn’t even matter, all people wanted to know was who you’re fucking.

“Not at the moment, no.” you forced a smile so you don’t seem rude.

“I thought I was special.” Hyunjin chimed in next to you, bumping his shoulder against yours, that shit eating grin you hate spreading on his face.

Before you could answer, Sarah butted in.

“Oh, is there something happening between you that we should know about?”

You could just hear the excitement in her voice, the hunger for drama dripping from her lips.

“Nothing is happening, we just like to joke around like that.” you quickly answered, hoping to deflect her to another question, or that she’d finally talk to Hyunjin and ask him about his new song, so you could take a few moments to breathe.

“So, you two are close?”

Oh no.

Here it goes again.

Last time this happened, your name got dragged on every social media platform.

People who were shipping the two of you got on your nerves, but that wasn’t the biggest problem.

No, it was the people who had sent you hate and death threats, telling you if they saw you next to Hyunjin again you’d be dead.

It took a toll on your mental health and scared you since you know people can easily find an address or stalk you somewhere and you wanted to avoid any rumors that would endanger your well-being.

“We're just coworkers.” to your surprise Hyunjin answered nonchalantly, saying exactly what you wanted to say so people would leave you alone.

Why was there a weird feeling in your chest then?

“Well, sometimes there’s passion at the workplace.” Sarah wasn’t giving it up and you were close to losing your temper and telling her to shove it already, ask some less invasive questions.

“No passion here, our relationship is strictly professional.” you said, but your skin burned where Hyunjin’s thigh pressed against yours.

In your mind you were cursing both him and Sarah, and even your manager for bringing you here.

Thankfully, she left it at that, continuing with questions about your upcoming tour and Hyunjin’s new song.

As soon as the interview finished and you were done shaking hands, Ana came to you, her hand on your shoulder as she squeezed.

In the corner of your eye, you saw Hyunjin slip out of the room.

“Good job.” she smiled as Anthony joined the two of you.

“I hope you’re hungry, y/n. This time it’s my treat, and there’s this restaurant…”

You tuned Anthony out, completely forgetting that after an interview like this, the tradition is to have dinner with Hyunjin and his manager.

“Can we skip dinner this time? I just wanna go home and lay down.”

“Nonsense, I hear your stomach growling from here. Come on, it’s free food you can’t say no.” Anthony made a goofy face, hoping to win you over.

“Fine, you had me at free food.” you sighed as Ana nodded with a smile.

“Good! Now where is our other rockstar?” he quickly looked around. “I swear, sometimes I feel like I’m a babysitter, not a manager.”

“I’ll go find him.” you offered, wanting to leave the building as soon as possible.

“Sure.” Ana nodded and you made your way down the hall.

Your footsteps echoed in the empty space, until you came closer to a corner where the sounds of hushed voices and giggles filled up your ears and made you roll your eyes.

“You know I can’t give you my number, baby. But if there is an empty room around here somewhere…” Hyunjin was talking to the girl from earlier, leaning over her body as she stared up at him like he was a god, her back against the wall.

You cleared your throat, crossing your arms on your chest.

Both of them looked up at you, Hyunjin giving you a smirk as he straightened up and the girl glared at you but you didn’t give a shit.

“We need to leave right now. Our managers are waiting for us.” you said simply as the girl whined.

“Shh, maybe some other time.” he shushed her, leaning towards her and your stomach flipped in disgust.

He didn’t kiss her, just taunted her before he leaned back and made his way towards you.

“Cockblocker.” he stuck his tongue out, the piercing adorning it catching the light for a moment.

“Do you even know her name?” you asked, keeping a fast pace and a good distance away from him.

“No. Does it matter?” he shrugged, his long legs quickly catching up to you in big strides.

“You’re despicable.” your face scrunched up in disgust as you neared the elevator where your managers were waiting and chatting.

“Throwing some big words around. You sure you know the meaning?” he smirked.

“That’s it.” you said angrily.

“What? You just basically told me I deserve to be hated just cause I wanted to have some fun.”

You looked at him, full on ready to slap him across his face but Ana stepped between the two of you.

“Fighting again? Can the two of you behave for just one evening?” Anthony frowned with a sigh as he called the elevator.

“I can behave.” Hyunjin clicked his tongue cheekily before playing with his lip ring again.

“Y/n?” Ana looked at you.

“As long as he doesn’t talk to me, I’ll be fine.” you turned away from Hyunjin, stepping into the elevator.

This is going to be one awkward dinner.

Choosing to disconnect in the van you put your earphones in, ignoring Hyunjin’s presence right next to you.

It’s like your managers wanted to have you two as close as possible, like they thought it’d make you hate each other less but at this moment there was nothing more you wanted than to get away from him.

Or maybe your managers wanted to be closer to each other, you smirked to yourself as Ana twirled her hair around her finger, giggling at something Anthony said.

You leaned back as the music flooded your ears, your figure slightly turned towards the window as you watched the street lights pass you by, totally unaware of a pair of eyes that were glued to you.

Hyunjin observed you in detail, how shiny your hair was as it cascaded down your back and shoulders, how your brows were slightly creased and your lips pouty as you listened to your music, the steady rise and fall of your chest, the way your fingers played with the hem of your shirt as you pulled on it, how pretty the rings adorning your fingers were, how the necklace you always wore laid gently on your collarbone.

No little detail was skipped as he drinked it all in, thinking you wouldn’t notice.

But after some time as it got even darker outside, you caught Hyunjin’s reflection in the window as he stared at you with a look on his face that you’ve never seen before.

Your stomach suddenly swirled as the two of you made eye contact on the glass, Hyunjin’s plump lips falling open before he sat up and looked away, acting like nothing happened.

The rest of the ride was uneventful and you were tired of this day, having to look at Hyunjin was more exhausting to you than being on stage.

You couldn’t wait to get into your bed and disappear.

As you walked into the restaurant, you were led to a table and you could see a few people whispering and pointing at you but usually they didn’t bother you much.

However, this time was different.

As you scanned the menu, a girl timidly approached your table and you looked up at her as she stood next to Hyunjin.

“I’m - I’m sorry to bother you but I’m a really big fan and I was wondering if you’d take a picture with me?” she asked Hyunjin who immediately smirked at her.

“No pictures allowed. But you can get his signature.” Anthony chimed in.

“And who the fuck are you?” the girl changed her demeanor right away, making Hyunjin chuckle.

“Easy there, sweetheart, that’s my boss.” he wiggled his eyebrows at the girl. “Come on I’ll give you a sign and you can write me your number, maybe I’ll call you, hm?” Hyunjin winked at her and you just about lost your appetite completely.

“Oh, sure, I’d love that!” she let out a nasally laugh as he signed a napkin with a pen she somehow produced, giving it back to her as she leaned over to write her number down, making sure her tits were right in his face before she skipped back to her friends.

“Can there be at least one minute when you’re not trying to fuck something that walks?” you looked at him annoyingly and he laughed.

“Thought you weren’t talking to me.” he smirked.

“Ugh, you’re so annoying!” you were ready to smack him with the menu in your hand but Ana caught your wrist.

“I bet you love that about me.” he kept smirking.

“Love is nothing near what I feel about you.” you said, your teeth gritted.

“There’s a fine line between love and hate, you know.” Hyunjin smirked, leaning into your personal space.

“Anyways, guys. What are you ordering? Their steak is really good.” Anthony gave an awkward smile as he looked around the table.

“I want the tomato pasta.” Hyunjin leaned back, making you cackle.

“Isn’t that the kids menu? Makes sense for you somehow.”

“I’m saving room for dessert.” he winked at you, his tongue running over his lip tentatively, the piercing on it catching the light again.

“Ew.” you jolted in disgust as he laughed loudly, obviously finding enjoyment in ticking you off.

The dinner part of the outing was uneventful as everyone ate and made small talk but you didn’t miss how Hyunjin crumpled up the napkin with the fan’s number and threw it aside on the table, not caring about it.

What an asshole.

“Let’s make a little toast to this evening and the upcoming albums and tour.” Ana proposed as she lifted her glass up.

“To us.” Hyunjin smirked as he looked at you.

“To rock’n’roll!” you added as the four of you clinked your glasses together before taking a big swig of your drinks.

Hyunjin didn’t look at you on the drive home.

Rehearsal was supposed to start at 9am sharp, but you were there bright and early, tuning your guitar.

Being an early bird, you loved the few moments of peace you could have to yourself, just you and your music.

Your hand glided easily on the guitar’s neck, taking shapes familiar to your hands, it was muscle memory by now, your fingers picking on the strings and creating the melody you played countless times before.

You let your voice ring out in the space freely as you sang a song dear to your heart, one you wrote when you were younger.

You’d always start warming up by singing it to yourself, never having the need to actually put it out into the world.

You got into it, your eyes closed as you sang with a small smile on your face, the entire world around you disappearing shortly.

In the distance, you heard footsteps and voices belonging to your bandmates and just as you opened your eyes, you looked through the glass on the door, a shadow slithered across the wall outside, disappearing around the corner.

You squinted your eyes and stood up, putting your guitar aside and coming closer to the door.

Just as you were about to reach towards the doorknob, the voices got louder.

“Are we seriously doing this right now?” Janey asked, the tone of her voice angry.

“I’m telling you, it was nothing! I don’t know who she is and why she’s texting me!” Steph defended herself as Janey scoffed.

“I’m sick of your excuses. I’m gonna give you one last chance to make it up to me and be truthful, but after that I’m done.” you stepped back as Janey came into view, opening the door angrily.

“Oh, y/n.” she widened her eyes slightly. “Good morning.” she added, scurrying past you to take her place behind the drum kit.

Steph walked in with a scowl on her face, muttering a ‘morning’ before going straight to her bass guitar.

It wasn’t the first time they fought or even broke up.

There were many times you had to be the mediator between them, trying to get them to communicate and even though it was frustrating, you didn’t want them to give up on their relationship easily and you couldn’t really take sides since they were both your friends.

“Shall we?” you asked and they nodded.

It took some warming up as always but soon you got into the groove, rehearsing for a small performance that was happening tonight.

You were excited because during the performance you planned to reveal your new song and see how people like it in person.

The only thorn in your eye was the fact that Hyunjin’s band will be there too, performing right after yours.

You were dreading to see him again, since that interview last week you had managed to avoid him skilfully, but you couldn’t hide forever.

And even though your rehearsal went somewhat smoothly, there was tension in the air and you didn’t like that feeling.

It felt like a storm was coming and you weren’t sure if you’re ready to take it on.

Evening came around quickly, everyone was already gathered backstage and you were dressed and ready, having rehearsed once more on the stage, tuning your guitars and getting ready for the most fun part.

You peered from the back, seeing all the people gathering made your heart swell, a smile spreading on your face automatically.

“Quite a turn out, huh?”

Your eye literally twitched when you heard Hyunjin’s voice behind you, too close for comfort as his figure loomed over you and you felt the warmth of his body on your back.

You turned your head slightly as he peered down at you with that annoying smirk you absolutely hate.

“Of course.” you said, squeezing your body between him and the curtain, ignoring him calling after you as you walked away as fast as you could.

You’re not gonna let him ruin tonight for you.

It was time to go on stage anyways.

You and your girls did a little cheer as tradition before the performance, Ana coming up to hug you and wish you good luck.

“Break a leg.” Hyunjin appeared out of nowhere and you only rolled your eyes before whipping around and almost smacking him with your hair as you made your way towards the stage.

As soon as you walked out, loud screams filled up your ears and everything negative was forgotten and locked away in a drawer in the back of your mind.

“Are you ready to rock tonight?!” you screamed out into the mic as the three of you took your positions.

Hyunjin watched you from the side with an unreadable look on his face, but you weren’t even aware of it and you didn’t care.

All you cared about was this moment.

The moment where you get to share your love for music with thousands of people.

It was exhilarating, watching the mass of bodies sway like one, hearing all the people singing the lyrics you wrote in unison.

Nothing could compare to this and every time you stood under that light, you knew you were born for this.

Giddy from everything, you skipped backstage once you finished playing the last song; which happened to be the new one and people more than loved it judging by their excited screams.

“That was amazing!” Ana met you halfway, giving high fives to all three of you.

You were still trying to catch your breath as you giggled, when Hyunjin appeared next to you again.

“Aren’t you gonna wish me good luck?” he smirked at you, shamelessly giving you the elevator eyes.

“Good luck guys!” Janey yelled at all four members with a smile and a thumbs up but Hyunjin shook his head.

“I want her to say it or I’m not going out on stage.” he crossed his arms on his chest, pouting and tapping his foot like a child about to throw a tantrum.

“Come on, Hyun, we need to get out there!” Aiden, the band’s bassist called out.

“Not moving until y/n wishes me good luck.” he quickly shook his head, his fluffy hair shaking with it and you thought how he resembled a dog; in more ways than one.

“Fine you spoiled brat. Good luck.” you said sarcastically and he scoffed.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he smirked, leaning into your personal space again.

“Get on the stage, Hyunjin.” you sighed and he chuckled in delight.

“Watch me closely.” he winked before running off.

“I can just cut the tension in the air with a knife.” Steph smirked at you, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Oh, fuck off!” you said, smacking the back of her head as she cackled.

You did end up watching Hyunjin’s band perform after refreshing yourself, but pretty soon you’ve come to regret that decision.

He was wild while performing, stripping out of his jacket as he screamed into the mic, sweating under the bright lights pointed directly at him making him look like an insane glazed donut as he strutted around the stage acting all smug even though he tripped over his dumb long legs multiple times.

He’d lean over towards his little groupies, holding their hand or caressing their faces, blowing them kisses and whatnot, all of that behavior making your gut churn in disgust.

The last straw was when he laid down on his back and started humping the air while moaning into the mic.

Even though the crowd screamed louder than before and the horny fans almost started hyperventilating, you felt second hand embarrassment at witnessing this.

Hyunjin continued moaning before he threw his head back, his eyes locking with yours.

A shiver ran down your spine as he smirked at you, all sweaty, his hair sticking to his forehead, his piercings shining in the light, the veins on his neck visible and his cheeks red.

A warmness spread in your navel as he winked, licking at his lip slowly, taunting you before he moaned extra loudly, the pornographic sound echoing in your ears.

You frowned suddenly at your heart beating fast and your legs pressing together.

What the fuck is wrong with me?, you thought, quickly shaking your head as he finally looked away from you and stood up.

Of course, he got showered by multiple bras on stage, you think you even caught a glimpse of someone throwing their panties and you couldn’t watch anymore.

It was truly disgusting.

You quickly shoved past some staff members watching and gasping at whatever Hyunjin was doing now.

Pushing past everyone, you made your way outside to get some fresh air in the hidden area behind backstage, where staff and musicians usually smoked or chilled after a performance.

You greeted some of the staff before finding a spot where you could be alone.

You were about to relax when you heard kissing sounds and as you turned to look around the corner you saw Steph kissing some random girl.

You couldn’t contain the gasp that flew out of your mouth, making them jolt away from each other.

Steph’s eyes widened when she saw you and you quickly spun around, noticing Janey had just walked outside too and started looking around.

“Y/n, wait!” Steph yelled behind you. “It’s not what you think! Please, don’t tell Janey!” she looked at you desperately but you hated cheaters more than anything, seeing her betrayal with your own eyes broke any sort of connection you had with her.

“Isn’t it? Your tongue was down some girl’s throat. Now, what do you call that?” you scoffed.

“What?” Janey appeared next to you, just as the girl who Steph was kissing before stood behind her.

“It’s not like that, I-”

You could see Janey’s eyes filling up with tears.

“That’s it, I’m done. With you and with the band. With everything.” you gasped when she said that, your eyes wide.

“Janey, don’t be like that, it didn’t mean anything to me-” Steph started.

“Liar, you told me you’d leave her for me.” the girl behind Steph chimed in.

“Oh, so this has been going on for some time?” Janey looked between Steph and the girl.

“Let’s talk about this inside.” you tried to lead them in as people were whispering and looking at the four of you.

“I have nothing else to say. I’m sorry, y/n. I can’t be a part of this band anymore when all it’s gonna do is remind me of this cheating whore.” Janey spat before turning around and leaving.

“Okay, I deserve that but like I’m sorry that-”

“Save it, Steph. I can’t believe you did this. You put your desires over the well-being of our band. You do understand that your actions not only affect Janey, but also me, Ana and the rest of the record company?” you asked her, your blood boiling with anger.

“I- I’m sorry, let me make it right. I’ll talk to Janey and she’ll forgive me once she understands-”

“You think I want you to be part of the band after this? That’s rich.” you turned around too, in hopes of finding Janey.

“Y/n, you can’t throw me out of the band!” Steph yelled behind you.

“I just did.” you said coldly before opening the door and rushing into the backstage room.

“Is Janey here?” you asked Ana and before she could answer, someone bumped into you rather strongly, making you stumble backwards a little.

You turned around angrily, noticing a very sweaty and breathless Hyunjin staring at you with a smile, his tongue lolling out of his lips as he played with his piercing.

“So, did you like my performance?” he winked at you. “Did it get you excited?” the famous shit eating grin spread on his face as he leaned in closer to you, a few droplets of sweat dripping from his hair.

“I don’t have time for your games, Hyunjin. Please leave me alone.” you said annoyingly, noticing he had a bra hooked around his hand.

“What’s going on?” Ana asked, looking at you confusedly.

You were shaken up, the anger you felt manifesting into tears and you cursed yourself for being so emotional and quick to cry.

“Woah, you’re crying!” Hyunjin stepped even closer to you but you’ve had enough of him.

“Get away from me, asshole!” you channeled all your anger his way as you pressed your hands on his chest, pushing him away.

Hyunjin stumbled with a gasp, a shocked look on his face.

“What the hell is happening here?” Anthony quickly came to Hyunjin’s side as his bandmates watched everything unfold.

“Ana, can we talk in private?” you glared once more at Hyunjin and she quickly nodded, hooking her arm with yours and taking you away from the scene.

Hyunjin watched your figure disappear out of view with a deep frown on his face.

It’s been a dreadful week.

You’ve tried talking to Janey multiple times, begging her to come back, promising to her that you wouldn’t let Steph come anywhere near her.

Sadly, Janey was insistent on not wanting to continue with the band since lots of the songs were written by her and her now ex girlfriend who betrayed her in such an ugly way.

You talked to Ana almost every day on the phone but you weren’t up for any visits, choosing instead to wallow in your sadness.

Your band fell apart, your friends were no longer together, your album couldn’t be published and people were speculating, spreading rumors, you were getting numerous curious comments asking what happened to Venus Flytrap.

You had no idea what to do at that moment.

You just needed some time to yourself to figure out what your next step should be.

You were lounging in your bed when your phone buzzed for the hundredth time.

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed it and saw that you had a text message from an unknown number.

???: hey there pretty girl! don’t be so sad! there are worse things than your band falling apart.

you: what, like death? and who is this?

???: your favorite person in the whole world<3

you: hyunjin??

???: aw i knew i was your favorite!

You started seething immediately as you sat up, your heart beating fast instantly as you worked yourself up into annoyance.

You quickly put his contact under ‘asshole’.

you: no, i knew that a conceited answer like that can only come from an asshole like you.

you: now, what do you want?

asshole: did you save my contact as asshole? or dickhead? which one is it?

you: wouldn’t you like to know. seriously what the hell do you want. i’ll block you if you don’t get on with it

asshole: just wanted to see if you maybe want to talk to someone

you: if i did, i wouldn’t choose you. have a nice day away from me hyunjin

Hyunjin didn’t answer your last text, instead he left you on read and you tossed your phone across your bed, now feeling even more infuriated than before.

You squinted your eyes, grabbing your phone again and texting Ana.

you: did you give my number to hyunjin??

Ana: i’m sorry! he wouldn’t stop bugging me about it! pls don’t be mad

Just great.

Why is he insisting on annoying you even when you feel down in the dumps, you thought, he always has to come in and make you feel even more mad.

You were hoping that with your last text he’d finally leave you alone.

You also hoped you wouldn’t be seeing him any time soon.

But boy, you couldn’t be more wrong.

“What?!” you yelled so loudly that it echoed off of the office walls.

“Y/n, please we don’t know any other solution. Lycoris Radiata is going to tour in 4 days and you’re the only person who knows their songs by heart. You can also kick ass with drums. And well, you’re kinda free now.” Anthony grimaced.

“You can’t do this to me. I can’t spend so much time with Hwang Hyunjin!” you whined like a child, kicking your legs under the table as Ana gave you an apologetic look.

“Gossiping about me?” Hyunjin strolled in, with that annoying smirk, his hair in a little ponytail, showing more of his ear piercings and his sharp jawline.

He took off his leather jacket, throwing it haphazardly on the chair before he plopped down into it.

He spun around in the chair to face you as you looked at him with a scowl on your face.

Brendon, his guitarist and Aiden joined the meeting right after that.

“So, ready to be my new drummer?” Hyunjin wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“Not a chance in hell.”

“Y/n, please, we have no other choice! Phil had to leave so suddenly due to his sickness. We couldn’t be prepared for something like that. We can’t afford to postpone the tour now.” Brendon pleaded as Aiden nodded next to him.

You leaned back into the chair, pursing your lips as you gave it a thought.

Of course they’d choose you.

You knew their songs by heart since you shared so many tours together but you had your own bus and mostly ran into Hyunjin either backstage or at an afterparty but if you would become a part of his band you’d spend most of your time with him.

But this could be good for you to give yourself time to decide what you wanna do next while touring with Lycoris Radiata.

And since you were a multi instrumentalist, playing the drums wouldn’t be a problem for you.

You smirked suddenly before tilting your head at Hyunjin.

“Fine. I will tour with you under one condition.” you said.

“Anything!” Anthony piped in but you kept staring at Hyunjin.

“I want you to beg.” your smirk deepened and Hyunjin’s eyes widened slightly, his fingers twitching against his thighs.

“What?” he blinked repeatedly and you chuckled under your breath.

“Beg me to join your band or I’m not doing it.”

Hyunjin’s lips opened and closed a few times before he frowned.

“I don’t beg. I demand.” he smirked, taunting you.

“Well, in case you haven’t noticed, you’re in no position to have demands. However, I am. So if I want you to beg, Hyunjin, you’re gonna beg.” you sat up straight as he looked at you in pure shock.

“My, my darling. I didn’t know you were this commanding. I kinda dig that.” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Any day now.” you were ready to stand up and leave.

The room was eerily silent and Brendon opened his lips to speak up but Anthony grabbed his wrist and quickly shook his head.

You could see the gears turning in Hyunjin’s head as he stared at you, and slowly but surely his cheeks became red as he closed his eyes in frustration.

“Pretty please, join my band and come on tour with us?” he said, rather quickly and you tsked.

“Not convincing enough.” you enjoyed having the upper hand, the roles reversed as you pushed Hyunjin’s buttons.

“What do you want me to do?! Kneel at your feet?” he whined.

“Maybe.” you shrugged.

“Unbelievable! I’m the one doing you a favor anyways.” Hyunjin said, clearly annoyed and you were reveling in it.

You wanted him to get the taste of his own medicine.

“Is that so?” you raised your eyebrow as he breathed hard.

“Yes, your band is as good as dead right now, just like your career.” he said with a smug smirk, making everyone gasp.

“Hyunjin!” Aiden scolded him and you stood up, feeling your eyes water as you lifted your hand, your palm colliding with Hyunjin’s cheek.

The force of your slap turned his head right and he grabbed at his cheek immediately, his eyes wide, his face becoming red quickly.

“Fuck you!” you said angrily before turning around and leaving the room as tears started sliding down your cheeks.

“Now look at what you did!” Anthony was mad and Hyunjin shrugged with a frown, realizing quickly that maybe he did cross a line.

“How could you say something like that to y/n?” Brendon asked, and Hyunjin looked at them, feeling dejected suddenly as he rubbed at his cheek.

There was strength in your hands, that he was sure of.

“I fucked up, okay! I didn’t mean to say that.” he shook his head. “I will make this right.” Hyunjin added, standing up.

“Dude, I think you’re the last person y/n wants to see right now.” Aiden said.

“But I have to apologize to her.” Hyunjin chewed on his lip, playing with his piercing as a nervous habit.

“I’ll go with you then.” Aiden nodded, standing up as well.

“Fine.” Hyunjin sighed.

You sat in the swinging chair on one of the many balconies of the building, letting your tears slip down your cheeks as the wind picked up, making you shiver.

Hyunjin and Aiden found you pretty quickly and before Aiden could follow him to the balcony, Hyunjin smacked his hand on Aiden’s chest.

“Please, just wait here.”

“Fine, but if you provoke her again, I’m coming in.” Aiden sighed, shaking his head.

The door of the balcony opened and in the corner of your eye you saw Hyunjin’s combat boots and his leather pants.

“Go away.” you said quietly, sniffling and turning away from him.

Hyunjin stood frozen for a moment, holding his jacket in his hand and you took that time to quickly wipe away your tears.

You didn’t want to look weak in front of your enemy.

Footsteps approached and suddenly you felt a weight on your shoulders and back.

You looked down, realizing that Hyunjin had put his jacket around you and it smelled like cigarettes mixed with cologne he always wears and something distinctly him.

You took a deep breath and for some reason, calmness settled all over your body.

“I’m really sorry for what I said back there. It was way out of line.”

You didn’t say anything, still refusing to look at him.

“And I’m sorry about your band. I know that must be hard to go through. I feel bad that my drummer had to leave, I don’t know how I’d feel if-”

“Are you done?” you turned to look at him and his lips pressed together.

“I don’t care how you feel, Hyunjin. Just like you didn’t care about hurting me moments ago.” you stood up, ready to throw his jacket away.

“Well, I apologized!” he threw his hands up, rolling his eyes. “Though, I’m glad I have that effect on you, I didn’t know you cared so much about what I think or say.” he smirked suddenly.

You were tempted to slap his other cheek at that moment, and Aiden must’ve sensed it so he walked out to the balcony.

“Are we okay?” he asked, gulping.

“Not until he apologizes properly.” you crossed your arms with a smirk, and he knew exactly what you meant.

“Ugh! This is the first and last time I get on my knees for you.” Hyunjin said annoyingly as he kneeled down and you chuckled in delight.

“I’m sorry for being an asshole and if you could find it in your heart to forgive me, I’d be honored for you to join my band.” he batted his eyelashes at you.

“Mm…” you pursed your lips, acting like you were contemplating it as he rolled his eyes again.

“Fine. I accept.” you shrugged and Hyunjin stood up quickly with a smile.

“Welcome to the band, sweetheart!” he smirked, opening his arms for a hug and you quickly dodged under his arm and slithered away.

“You’re welcome.” you smirked back, grabbing his jacket and throwing it at him.

He caught it just as you walked back into the hallway, grinning to himself as you walked away.

“She wants me so bad.” Hyunjin said as Aiden’s eyebrows lifted comically.

“I think she wants to kill you.” he said and Hyunjin chuckled, smacking Aiden’s shoulder and grabbing him.

“I know what chicks like, okay?”

“You also know that y/n isn’t one of your little groupies?” Aiden sighed.

“I know, don’t worry. She’s special.” Hyunjin smiled, hugging his jacket to his chest, getting a whiff of your perfume that stayed on it.

Aiden shook his head with a chuckle.

This is gonna be one hell of a tour.

The party was in full swing.

That morning you had packed for the tour, your stomach swirling with nerves so much that you thought you’d throw up.

You were actually going on tour with Lycoris Radiata, for at least six months.

A lot can happen in that amount of time and while you were nervous to spend so much time with the infuriating and annoying asshole aka Hwang Hyunjin, you were also excited for the new experience and the places you’ll get to see.

Of course, you couldn’t leave without attending a ‘have an amazing tour’ party that was mostly exclusive only for staff and a few other people.

You were on your second glass of beer as you sat at the bar, the cold bitter liquid not calming you down as it should.

Hyunjin was having a jolly old time, entertaining some girls of course and if you had rolled your eyes any harder, they’d get stuck in the back of your head.

“Don’t take that to heart.” Aiden suddenly appeared next to you.

“What?” you chuckled awkwardly, shaking away your thoughts.

“Hyunjin flirting like that. He’s a lot of talk, more than anything else.”

“Why would I care if he flirts with some random girls?” you frowned. “It’s none of my business.”

“Right.” Aiden pursed his lips. “Well, I’m gonna go find Anthony.”

“Sure.” you shrugged, your eyes flying back to Hyunjin and the girls who were salivating all over him.

He was showing them his biceps and they were touching him like they’ve never seen a human arm in their life.

You scoffed, shaking your head when a voice behind you startled you.

“Now, why is a pretty lady such as yourself sitting all alone?”

You turned around with your eyebrow lifted, coming face to face with a stranger.

“Because it’s her choice.” you answered.

“Oh, feisty and pretty? That’s a fun combo.” the guy smirked, his arm leaning on your chair, almost hugging your waist as he got closer to you.

Your nose scrunched up, he smelled of alcohol and you really wanted him to leave you alone.

“I’m pretty boring, trust me.” you said.

“Oh, I don’t believe that. In fact, I think if you were to let me take you home tonight, you and I could have so much fun.” he smirked and you were pretty sure you barfed in your mouth a little.

“No, thank you.” you said sarcastically.

He chuckled, placing his arms around you.

You were completely unaware of Hyunjin who was keeping an eye on you and the suspicious guy.

As soon as the man placed his hands on you, Hyunjin pushed the girl he was talking to aside, his heavy combat boots taking him right to you and the disturbance in your personal space.

“I don’t really take no for an answer.” he said and your heart sank momentarily.

“Back off man!” you tried to push him away but he wasn’t budging.

Suddenly the guy was ripped away from you with such force that it pulled you to your feet.

You grabbed at the bar to steady yourself and gasped just in time to see Hyunjin swinging his fist at the man.

“Oh my god!” you almost screamed, your eyes wide as the guy fell to the floor instantly.

People quickly gathered around and Anthony was trying to push them away so he could grab Hyunjin.

“The lady said no, you fucking dirtbag!” Hyunjin said, swinging at the man again.

“Oh my god, Hyunjin! Stop, it’s okay, please!” you panicked, never seeing him this angry or violent.

“Hwang! Enough!” Anthony yelled, grabbing Hyunjin’s arms and lifting him up as he fought against his manager, still trying to punch the man who was now laying on the floor with his face completely bloody.

You kept looking at Hyunjin with a shocked expression as he breathed hard, his face red and sweaty from anger, the veins on his neck and forehead popping out.

“I stopped, now let me go.” he said through his teeth as someone lifted up the unconscious guy.

“Hyunjin, if this gets out to the press it could turn into a fucking shitstorm! What the hell is wrong with you?!” Anthony yelled angrily as Hyunjin stood with his fists still clenched.

“He made y/n uncomfortable and he deserved it.” Hyunjin answered before turning towards you.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes softening as you stared at him in disbelief.

“I-I’m fine.”

“Good. I’m done with this party.” Hyunjin said, turning on his heel and grabbing his jacket before he walked out, leaving you standing there still trying to process what the hell just happened.

You were half asleep when Ana drove you to the tour bus.

You barely slept last night, tossing and turning in your bed as the images of Hyunjin punching that guy from the party kept swimming in your head.

Never has a man defended you like that and you’ve never seen Hyunjin look so livid before.

He was usually either smirking, laughing or being a menace, ready to always annoy you but you’ve never seen him actually angry.

It was kind of… hot, you thought before shaking it off.

You wondered why he reacted like that.

“You okay?” Ana snapped you out of your vegetative state as you sank in the passenger seat, arms crossed and hood over your head.

“Hm? Yeah, just sleepy.” you sat up and looked around.

The sun wasn’t even up yet.

“You can continue sleeping on the tour bus. We’re here.” she chuckled.

“Oh, goody.” you sighed before opening the door and walking out.

“Morning, ladies.” Anthony all but ran up to Ana, helping her with yours and her bags since she’d be joining you too.

“Morning? It’s still night.” you checked your phone, seeing it was 4:13am.

“Not where I come from. You see-” Anthony started.

“Okay, I’m too asleep to listen to this.” you shook your head before strolling towards the bus.

You were about to just climb in and go straight to the nearest bed you could find but you heard some quiet music coming from behind the back of the bus.

You approached slowly and peeked around to see Hyunjin leaning on the wall, smoking and listening to some quiet music.

He looked up instantly, seeming like a deer caught in headlights for a short moment.

“Remembered to put on a jacket?” he smirked.

“Ha ha. Very funny.” you said and he shrugged, looking away and turning the music off.

As he brought his cigarette to his lips, you noticed his knuckles were red and injured.

“I guess I should thank you for last night.” you said quietly, swinging on your feet awkwardly as you dug your hands in your pockets.

“It was nothing.” he shook his head quickly.

“I wouldn’t call that nothing.” you motioned to his hand.

“This?” he looked at his hand and chuckled. “You should see the other guy.” he winked at you, making you roll your eyes.

“Clever.”

“Come to think of it, it does hurt a bit. Wanna kiss it better?” Hyunjin smirked, puffing the smoke out.

“Bite me.” you gave him the middle finger as he laughed, the sound ringing out in the quiet early hours.

“I might. If you ask nicely.” he said with that smug expression of his.

“I’m going inside.” you shivered, realizing how cold it actually was, ignoring his witty quips.

“I’m right behind ya.” he threw his cigarette on the floor before stepping on it.

Your heart started beating fast out of nowhere as his heavy boots stomped behind you, the sound escorting you to the entrance of the bus.

“Oh wow.” your eyes widened as you looked around the living/kitchen area.

“You like?” Hyunjin leaned over your shoulder and you jolted away from him, making him snicker.

“Yeah, it’s… not what I expected. It looks more cozy than I thought it would.” you nodded.

“You should thank the interior designer.” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“And who might that be?” you asked, making your way to the bunk bed area.

“Oh, just a guy. He takes payment in kisses.” Hyunjin bumped into you as you stopped.

“Is that guy maybe you?” you turned around, not realizing immediately just how close Hyunjin was to you.

“Maybe it is.” he leaned towards you with a smirk and you squealed a little, stepping away from him.

“Give it up. I’m taking the top bunk bed.” you pointed to the left side.

“Not fair! I always take that one!” Hyunjin pouted.

“Tough luck, I called it first.” you smirked, taking off your jacket and throwing it up on the bed.

“Or… we can both sleep up there?” Hyunjin said and you scoffed, pushing him away.

“Like hell!”

“Are y’all fighting this early?” Brendon came in, looking confused and disheveled.

“No, it’s foreplay.” Hyunjin wiggled his eyebrows and you made gagging noises.

“Here’s your bag, y/n.” Ana appeared with your luggage.

Aiden and Anthony came in after and everyone took some time to unpack and get settled.

“I heard we have two pretty ladies with us, so you fellas gotta behave now.” you heard an unknown voice and leaned over to see who it belonged to.

“Oh, we always behave, Stu.” Hyunjin smirked.

“Yes, especially you.” the man, Stu, rolled his eyes.

“This is our main driver Stu.” Aiden introduced you and Ana to him.

“Pleasure to meet you ladies. Hopefully the road won’t be too bumpy.” he winked before turning around and leaving.

“Where is Bradley?” Anthony piped in suddenly.

“Who’s Bradley?” you asked, at this moment you just wanted to get everything over with and catch up on some sleep.

“Our sound guy.” Brendon answered. “And lights guy. He is underpaid and overworked, basically.” he added, giving Anthony a pointed look.

“Hey, it’s not my fault Mike quit!” he lifted his hands up. “Besides, we’re picking someone up in the next town over. He’ll be our roadie along with Bradley.”

As they started discussing, you slipped away to the bathroom, where you could change in peace and get ready for bed.

You leaned on the counter, staring at yourself in the mirror as you listened to the muffled voices talking.

Were you doing the right thing?

Accepting to join another band when your heart still hurts from the sudden falling apart between your friends and band members…

“Y/n, I need the bathroom!” Hyunjin’s voice brought you back to reality and you stood up straight.

“I’m not done yet!” you yelled back. “You have another bathroom!” you added annoyingly, preparing to brush your teeth.

“Aiden hogged it. Are you naked or something? Cause I swear I don’t mind.”

You could just hear the smirk in his voice.

Rolling your eyes, you opened the door and Hyunjin gave you the elevator eyes and they lingered on your legs in the shorts you put on, going up to your chest and lingering again before he looked up at your face.

He was playing with his lip ring again, his cheeks rosy.

“What do you want?” you spat.

“Just wanna brush my teeth.” he looked at you smugly.

You didn’t say anything, just stepped aside and continued brushing your teeth.

You opted to leave the door opened since it felt awkward to have them closed.

“Isn’t this fun, us brushing our teeth together? It’s kinda domestic, don’t you think?” Hyunjin said suddenly, the familiar smirk on his face.

“Yes, thrilling.” you answered sarcastically. “You don’t have to act nice, Hyunjin. Everyone knows we hate each other so let’s just not talk too much and try to coexist peacefully for the sake of everyone else on this tour.”

Hyunjin opened his mouth to answer but you quickly turned around and left, not wanting to get into it with him when you were tired and nervous.

He smirked to himself, shaking his head.

The only thing stuck in his brain at that moment was the way you said his name.

God, he loved it.

You slept for a few hours only, waking up early yet again as the bus rolled to a stop at a diner.

“Rise and shine, princess.” Hyunjin’s head popped up in front of you as he held onto your bed.

“Fuck off.” you grabbed your pillow and smacked him with it, almost making him fall down but he managed to land on his feet.

You heard a smack and Hyunjin saying ‘ow’ quietly before Aiden said,

“Come down if you’re hungry.”

You chuckled to yourself, waiting for them to leave so you could get ready.

Of course, as soon as you sat down in a booth, Hyunjin pushed Brendon aside and quickly slid next to you.

“Oh my god.” you rolled your eyes.

You were squished between him and Ana on your other side, and he was too close for comfort.

You could feel the heat of his body and smell the scent of his shampoo and body wash mixed with cigarettes.

You tried to ignore the feelings stirring in your gut as you ordered.

“So, how did you like sleeping on top of me?” Hyunjin smirked, tilting his head.

“Not as much as you liked sleeping under me, weirdo.” you scoffed at him and he chuckled.

“I liked it very much, so that must mean you liked it at least a little.” he said as the food arrived and your stomach growled.

“Whatever you say.” you brushed him off and started to dig in.

“We’re close to our first destination.” Anthony started after a sip of coffee. “We will arrive around 4pm and have lunch, then we get ready and do the soundcheck. Questions?”

Everyone shook their heads no.

You suddenly felt nervous tingles running up your spine, and for some reason Hyunjin felt it.

“Don’t worry princess, you’ll do great.” he smirked, placing his hand on top of your wrist.

You snatched your hand away and looked at him.

“I know I will, I was just wondering if you’ll be able to keep up with me.” you smirked back at him.

“You’ll be surprised at how well I can keep up, baby.” Hyunjin leaned into your personal space, his eyes boring into yours and you felt your cheeks burning.

“Be nice, you two.” Ana chuckled.

“What? I haven't called him an asshole yet. Emphasis on yet.”

Hyunjin laughed next to you, his arm brushing against yours.

Oh, he is so going to enjoy this.

It was such a good, familiar feeling to sit behind a drum kit after being the main vocalist and guitarist of your band for so long.

The venue was empty at this moment and the sound of the drums echoing in the space was grand.

You closed your eyes and started playing a groove to get into the mood and Hyunjin was lured towards the stage instantly.

He watched you in awe even though he saw you play the drums before, they never had the name of his band on the front of them.

Hyunjin felt proud; that his band has come so far and honored that you were now a part of their story.

He hoped you’d enjoy the tour and judging by the blissful look on your face, you were off to a good start.

“Let’s go, Hyun.” Brendon smacked his shoulder, pulling him back to reality.

It was time for the soundcheck, and when everyone was finally on stage, tuning their instruments, you realized that this is real.

Excitement replaced any nerves you had and you were ready to tear the stage apart.

“Let’s jam a little.” Aiden smiled as everyone agreed.

He started to play a melody on his bass so you followed him with the drums.

You were so focused on grooving that you didn’t notice Hyunjin winking at his two other band members.

When it was time for him to start playing his guitar, Hyunjin decided to play totally out of tune.

You looked up at him with your brows furrowed as you tried to follow him.

He changed it up suddenly, that familiar shit eating grin spreading on his face as you followed him yet again.

Brendon and Aiden stopped playing as they observed the two of you, battling it out with your instruments.

Hyunjin was trying hard to get on your nerves, push your buttons but you weren’t gonna let him in.

“Having some trouble following, princess?” he yelled over the noise.

You looked at him pointedly as he started to play another melody that made no sense and you’ve had enough.

Hyunjin had a way of getting under your skin and he obviously knew that.

Your arm lifted up on its own accord and you swung one of your drumsticks right at Hyunjin, aiming for his empty head.

His eyes widened and he managed to dodge it in a close second as the drumstick clattered on the floor.

“Ha! Attempted murder! Y’all saw that!” he pointed at you, while looking at his friends and you started laughing.

“Don’t worry, even if it did hit your head, it couldn’t damage it more than it already is.” you smirked as Hyunjin huffed.

“Oh baby, keep talking. Degradation is my thing.” he motioned towards his ear with his fingers and you made a disgusted face at him.

Of course, the asshole laughed at your expression.

“Guys, can we actually practice?” Brendon chimed in as Aiden nodded.

Instead of answering verbally, you started playing so everyone joined in.

“Are you nervous?” Aiden asked as the venue filled up and it all became real.

“Nope, I’m ecstatic!” you answered, twirling your drumstick in your hand.

“Trying to murder me once again?” Hyunjin appeared next to you as you almost hit him with it.

“Trust me, if I was trying to kill you, you’d already be dead.”

“Nobody’s killing anyone, we’re already short on staff.” Anthony smirked before putting his arms around Hyunjin and Brendon’s shoulders.

“Good luck guys! And y/n, of course. I know y’all will do great.” Anthony smiled.

Ana came up to you to hug you.

“Good luck, babe!” she smiled.

“Thank you.” you gave her a bone crushing hug, she was always like a sister to you and having her here now meant a lot to you.

As soon as you walked out on stage, the screams of all the people that came to see you perform were deafening but heartwarming.

Hyunjin was the main character on stage, that you were convinced of as whatever he did resulted in even louder screaming.

You didn’t mind being the backbone of the band, playing drums to you was a meditative and transcending experience and anything you were angry or upset about, you could take it out while playing.

Performing with Lycoris Radiata was fun as fuck, even more than you hoped for; seeing Hyunjin up close made you realize just why people loved him so much.

He was charismatic, cool and lame at the same time, ethereally beautiful and down to earth, fun but sensitive, alluring but cute, he gave his all and more.

He was everything wrapped up in one and you wondered how that was possible.

A particular moment struck you; when you were playing a slower song, Hyunjin sang so delicately, his back turned to you as the lights beamed down on his frame, his sweaty hair and skin making him look like he was glowing.

Your heart skipped a beat but you ignored it.

Near the end of the show, Hyunjin did his usual routine which consisted of making everyone’s panties wet; it was time for the sex song he always sang near the end which made you feel embarrassed and uncomfortable but something about being on stage with them got you in the right mood for it.

The part came up; and Hyunjin was on the floor, moaning and humping the air as you followed his moans with the heavy sound of your drums.

Hyunjin smirked, throwing his head back to look at you as he continued his ministrations and you continued following him on the drums.

Aiden and Brendon joined in as Hyunjin became louder, resulting in you hitting the drums harder as the sounds all came together in a crescendo.

You wished that you could press your thighs together to create pressure and friction because the whole thing managed to get you wet too.

A part of you felt ashamed but you didn’t give a flying fuck in that moment, completely letting go of everything as the four of you continued jamming together.

Hyunjin stood up with the biggest smile on his face, winking at you as he ran a lap around the stage before literally diving into the audience.

You gasped to yourself but continued playing the outro to the performance while Hyunjin was being groped by horny fanboys and fangirls.

Security was there to pull him back up on stage safely and Hyunjin sang the end of the song before screaming a ‘thank you’ into the mic.

After all four of you bowed a hundred times, you finally ran backstage where a very sweaty Hyunjin started hugging everyone, eventually coming up to you.

“Don’t even think about it.” you said as he opened his arms.

“Not thinking, just doing it.” he smirked and before you could run away, his arms wrapped around you and he pulled you into his body.

“Ew!” you squirmed against him and he chuckled.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” he held you tighter and your heart leaped out of your chest.

The bastard smelled so good even after sweating so much and it annoyed you how seemingly perfect he was.

“What, a gross sweaty man slobbering all over me?” you scrunched up your face as you finally pushed him away.

“I wasn’t slobbering but if you’re into that-”

“Please shut up while I’m still in a good mood.” you stopped him and he laughed.

“It’s so fun messing with you, darling.” Hyunjin ruffled your hair as you practically hissed at him, making him laugh again.

“You guys were fucking amazing!” Anthony yelled excitedly.

“I don’t know about you but I need some food.” Aiden piped in.

“I’m feeling thirsty, honestly.” Brendon added.

“Are we partying or what?” Hyunjin smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Hell yeah, we are!” Anthony high-fived him.

You ended up having the afterparty in the bus, ordering some food and acquiring some beer as you sat around in the living space.

Of course, as soon as you walked in, you ran for the shower, with Hyunjin cascading behind you and asking if he could join you because “it’ll be done faster”.

“Dream about it, asshole!” you yelled before closing the bathroom door.

“Oh, I do.” Hyunjin smirked to himself, but you didn’t hear him.

The excitement of the performance slowly washed away from your body along with Hyunjin’s scent that lingered after he hugged you, and you felt happy and cozy.

All of you finally settled down to eat and Hyunjin claimed the spot next to you, of course, his long slender fingers stealing your fries constantly.

“Will you back off! You have your own fries.” you slapped his arm as he whined.

“Yours are tastier.” he claimed with that familiar smirk of his.

“Are they now?” you smirked back.

“Mhm.” he nodded pointedly.

“Let’s see then.” you grabbed your box and dumped all your fries into his box before mixing them up. “Pick one up and distinguish if it’s from your box or mine.”

Hyunjin stared at you with his lips parted before he smiled.

“Aw, we’re sharing.” he said and continued eating as you heard some chuckles around the table.

“For fucks sake.” you muttered, shaking your head.

The rest of the night was full of chatter and laughter, and you didn’t mind Hyunjin’s arm or leg brushing against you ever so often, or his loud laughter ringing in your ears or him constantly poking at you.

It’s barely been one day on tour and he wasn’t as unbearable as you thought he’d be.

Everyone was tired and you had to hit the road so it was finally peaceful, before a loud scream startled everyone.

“Oh no, I am going to die!” Hyunjin wailed dramatically.

“What’s wrong with him?” you rolled your eyes as Aiden came in.

“He lost his teddy bear.”

“He what?” you chuckled in disbelief.

“Hyunjin’s teddy, he always takes it with him. He’s had it since he was a baby and he’s convinced it brings him luck.” Aiden shrugged and Hyunjin ran into the living area.

“We are doomed!” he said, grabbing your arms and shaking you.

“Calm down, it must be around here somewhere.” you sighed.

“Help me look?” Hyunjin batted his eyelashes at you as Aiden slipped away.

“Hyunjin, I’m tired, I need to get some sleep.” you whined.

“Me too! But I can’t sleep without my teddy.” he said, you couldn’t believe he was serious. “I will crawl up to your bunk and annoy you all night if you don’t help me look.” he added, smirking.

“Fine, I’ll help you.” you rolled your eyes.

“Wow, you don’t want me in your bed at all?” he kept smirking.

“Zip it. Let’s find your precious teddy.”

“Yes!” Hyunjin scurried after you as the two of you basically did a search and rescue mission for his favorite plush.

Eventually, you walked into the other bathroom, finding the old teddy sitting on the counter.

“There you are.” you picked up, chuckling at the state of it.

You couldn’t help it as you sniffed the teddy and sure enough it smelled just like its owner.

“Found it!” you yelled and Hyunjin bursted in, panting and smiling.

“Oh my god!” he exclaimed, grabbing the teddy and then you as he enveloped you in a hug for the second time that night.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Hyunjin held you tightly and you chuckled.

“Alright, you’re thankful, I get it. You can let go now.” you said, patting his back.

“I owe you.” he muttered.

“I really didn’t do anything.”

“You did, trust me.” he smiled.

As you laid in your bunk bed that night, you couldn’t stop thinking about Hyunjin.

He seemed somehow different or you were just now seeing different sides of him that you didn’t see before.

You didn’t hate him completely.

Ten days on tour and things were going great.

Every show was better than the last one, every venue bigger than the last one, every note played made Lycoris Radiata mean more and more to you.

Tonight was no exception as you ripped the stage once again, this time Hyunjin ended up lifting Aiden and spinning him at the end which almost made the poor man throw up from excitement.

“This was Lycoris Radiata, see you next time!” and with that you ran backstage where Hyunjin had to hug everyone, even asking for a group hug.

You had to humor him.

When your head finally hit the pillow, you couldn’t sleep even though you were exhausted.

You kept replaying one particular moment from the show in your head.

It was while Hyunjin was singing his famous sex song, before the moaning part, he came up to you and sang while looking at you.

You kept playing and looking at him intently as he sang the lewd lyrics right into your face.

Before he took off, Hyunjin lifted his hand, making a V shape with his fingers, doing the licking motion between them, his tongue piercing shining in the big stage light.

Your mouth fell agape for a moment as you felt hotness spread all over your body and he smirked smugly when you made a tiny mistake in your playing.

People didn’t notice but he did.

And he was satisfied with it.

You couldn’t stop thinking about it, and it had been a while since you’ve had a little ‘you time’ but it was hard to do that with so many people in the bus.

Your eyes fluttered closed and you sighed, hearing some shuffling beneath you.

“Y/n?” Hyunjin suddenly climbed up into your bed, startling you as you sat up and turned on the little light inside.

“W-what are you doing?”

“I can’t sleep. And I figured you weren’t sleeping either.” Hyunjin whispered.

“And how did you figure that?” you clutched your blanket.

“You sighed like a hundred times.” he chuckled quietly.

“What do you want?” you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“To hang out.” he pulled out a deck of cards out of nowhere.

“We can’t make too much noise, we’ll wake everyone up.” you shook your head.

“Fine then we’ll do something quiet.” Hyunjin smirked, tossing the cards aside and laying down next to you, his eyes closing.

“Turn the light off, sweetheart.” he cracked one eye open as you stared at him in disbelief.

“You are not sleeping in my bunk. Go back downstairs.” you whispered.

“No.” he answered simply.

“Hyunjin, I’m warning you, I will push you down.”

“Will you? You’ll wake up the whole bus.” he smirked.

“God, you’re so annoying!” you whisper-yelled, giving up as you laid down, turning away from Hyunjin.

“Be nice and share your blanket.” Hyunjin’s breath hit the back of your neck, making you shiver as goosebumps rose on your skin.

“Need anything else?” you muttered as he hogged your blanket and your personal space.

“A goodnight kiss?” Hyunjin leaned over you, peering at your face hopefully.

You gave him the side eye and he chuckled.

“Maybe some other time, hm?” he asked.

“Go to sleep.” you said and he laid down behind you.

“Goodnight, darling.” Hyunjin wanted to reach out and touch your hair but he figured you’d probably break his arm.

You didn’t answer, your heart beating so hard that you were afraid it was shaking the bed and Hyunjin could feel it.

You quickly turned off the light and tried to calm down.

There was enough space to where he wasn’t touching you but you felt his warmth, his scent, his breath on your skin.

It was driving you crazy and making you feel calm at the same time.

You managed to fall asleep somehow.

At some point, in the middle of the night, Hyunjin and you gravitated closer to each other and you ended up in his arms.

When you slowly blinked your eyes open and realized you were staring straight at Hyunjin’s chest, you jolted away from him, making him groan quietly.

“Where you goin’?” he mumbled into your pillow, trying to grab you.

“As far as I can from you.” you said, wiggling out of his arm that eventually caught you as he groaned again.

“Something’s poking my ass.” Hyunjin gasped when he rolled over and you laughed.

“It’s the cards, you idiot.” rolling your eyes, you left the bunk feeling embarrassed and insane as your face heated up.

What are you doing, sleeping in the same bed as Hyunjin?

You hate him, right?

You weren’t so sure anymore.

Yes, he was annoying but somehow that became kind of endearing.

He has bugged you every single day since the tour started and if he suddenly stopped, it’d feel weird.

You sighed, shaking off your thoughts as you grabbed your phone, munching on your breakfast.

“Morning, y/n. Tell me am I crazy or did Hyunjin sleep over in your bunk?” Ana smirked at you as she brought two coffees.

“You are crazy. But yes, he slept in my bunk.” you said.

“Interesting.” she smirked, lifting one eyebrow up.

“Hey, I saw you sleeping in Anthony’s bunk multiple times. What’s that about?” you teased as you opened up your insta.

“Well, everyone knows we have a thing for each other. You and Hyunjin though… oh yeah, you have a thing too.”

“We don’t have a thing.” you quickly said as Ana chuckled.

“Right. Mhm.”

You continued scrolling, and that’s when you noticed it; the hate comments on your posts.

‘She’s just a slut who’s after Hyunjin’

‘She’s delusional if she thinks he’d like her like she’s ugly lmao’

‘Untalented bitch’

‘Get her away from my Hyunjin’

‘She deserved her band falling apart they were shit anyways’

‘Y/n should retire from the music scene’

Your eyes started stinging with tears as you skimmed through the comment section.

“What’s wrong?” Ana tilted her head to look at you.

You slid your phone to her and she gasped.

“You know these people are probably some jealous, unsuccessful suckers.” she said.

“I need some air.” you sucked in a breath before hurriedly leaving the bus.

“What’s with her?” Hyunjin walked in. “Is she mad at me?”

“No, look.” Ana showed him your phone.

Hyunjin frowned instantly, running out of the bus after you.

You stood not too far away with a cigarette in your hand as you hugged yourself with your other arm and Hyunjin’s eyes softened when he saw you shivering in the wind.

“I knew you’d forget to bring a jacket.” Hyunjin put his leather jacket around you, smoothing his hand over your back a few times.

You exhaled a puff of smoke, not answering him as you melted into his big jacket.

Hyunjin took out a cigarette for himself and you reached out with your lighter, lighting it up as he smirked.

“Since when do you smoke?” he asked.

“Well, I’m feeling extra stressed right now so I needed something to take the edge off.” you shrugged.

“Because of the comments?”

“I don’t wanna talk about them.”

“I’m sorry.” Hyunjin sighed.

“It’s not your fault.” you said.

“I feel like it is.”

Hyunjin was standing so close to you that his arm was touching yours while both of you continued smoking.

You stood silently next to each other for a few more moments as the clouds passed you by, and slowly but surely Hyunjin closed the gap between your hands as he touched yours briefly before he wrapped his pinky around yours.

“Hey, you know I’m honored you’re part of my band.” his tone was serious and you couldn’t bear to look at him or you’d burst into tears.

“I know.” you smiled as you kept looking into the distance.

He smiled too, his eyes focused on you.

Hyunjin had your back; and that was a pinky promise.

Finally, you arrived to your next destination, and you’d be there for a few days which meant you had to check into a hotel.

You were glad to have some time to yourself, you needed a real shower and a real bed and just some time to get away from everything, recharge your batteries.

You just finished with your shower and skincare when your phone annoyed you, buzzing with texts constantly.

When you grabbed it you realized that you forgot to change Hyunjin’s name from ‘asshole’.

You laughed to yourself, deciding to just add a little heart at the end.

asshole<3: y/n what are you doing

asshole<3: why aren’t you answering

asshole<3: i’m BOREEEED

asshole<3: y/n!!!!

asshole<3: princess?

asshole<3: i’m coming to your room

“Shit!” you exclaimed just in time when Hyunjin knocked on your door.

“Go away, Hyunjin!” you yelled on the other side.

“Never! I will wake the whole damn floor if you don’t open this door.” he banged against it.

“Spoiled brat.” you muttered to yourself before opening the door.

“Oh.” Hyunjin looked you up and down, your hair still wet from the shower, your little nightgown accentuating all your goodies.

“Did you dress up for me?” he smirked as his tongue darted out to play with his lip piercing; a habit you picked up on.

“Oh yeah, I was just waiting for you to come knocking on my door.” you answered sarcastically.

“Oh come on, I brought snacks.” he lifted up a few bags.

“You should’ve said that first.” you stepped aside, letting him in.

“So, are you here just because you’re bored?” you scoffed as he practically skipped to your bed before throwing himself on it.

“No, I’m here cause I know you miss me.” he smirked at you. “I spared you the walk to my room, princess.”

“Oh yeah, I am the one who missed you.” you said pointedly.

“I know you are.” he wiggled his eyebrows and you groaned, throwing a pillow at him but the slick bastard caught it.

“I’m gonna change into something else.” you said, feeling a bit self-conscious.

“Into what? After that outfit, the only logical thing is to have nothing on.”

“Wouldn’t you like that?” you snickered.

“I would.” he smirked.

“Changing right now!” you left for the bathroom to put on some actual pjs.

“Don’t cross this line, Hyunjin.” you pointed as the two of you settled in your bed, ready to watch a movie and snack.

He smiled his shit eating grin and put his finger over the line.

“Whoops, crossed it.”

“Next time you lose a finger.” you threatened.

“Where is it gonna be misplaced?” he smirked.

“Not where you think.”

“You don’t know what I’m thinking.” he leaned closer to you. “But I can show you.”

“No thanks. Just watch the movie.”

It was quiet for some time until Hyunjin spoke up.

“I’m thinking of getting another tattoo.”

“Oh?” you didn’t take your eyes off the screen. “Where?”

“My back. I wanna finish what I started with my arm and shoulder.” he answered.

“Which is?” you looked at him and he smirked.

“Glad you asked.” he said, taking his shirt off.

“Woah, woah, what are you doing?” you jolted as he tossed it aside.

“Showing you my tattoos.” he giggled. “See, it’s one big picture. I sketched the original on my paper, it’s a flower’s life story. From a little seed all the way to the dust it becomes after it wilts forever. It’s not finished yet though.” he turned and you gulped.

“That’s a beautiful thought actually.”

“Feel the flowers.” Hyunjin turned his shoulder to you.

“I’m not gonna touch your tattoos.” you said.

“Come on, you know you want to.” he taunted you.

“No, I don’t.” you shook your head.

“Yes, you do. You started ogling me as soon as I took my shirt off.”

“That’s because of your musc- nothing, nevermind.” you quickly caught yourself, biting your tongue as your face started burning.

“Because of what? My muscles? You like them?” he started flexing immediately.

“That’s disgusting, stop acting like that.” you slapped his arm without thinking and you both froze.

“Oh.” Hyunjin smirked before taking your hand in his. “Really, I want you to feel my tattoos.”

“Fine if it gets you to shut up.”

Your fingers gently traced the delicate art on Hyunjin’s skin, starting from his wrist up his arm as you watched goosebumps rise on his skin.

You took your time to trace every leaf and petal as Hyunjin looked at you intently, his breaths coming out shaky as you traced over his arm, your fingers swirling with the intricate patterns.

Your hand came up to his shoulder as you continued tracing, his skin was so smooth and he was so warm under your touch.

“Y/n.” Hyunjin whispered, his hand covering yours as he leaned in closer to you, his eyelids hooded.

Your eyes widened when you realized he was about to kiss you and you quickly moved away.

“What the hell are you doing?!” you stood up and Hyunjin frowned at you.

“What does it look like I’m doing?!”

“Trying to get into my pants!” you scoffed. “I think you should sleep in your room.”

“B-but, it’s not like that!” Hyunjin stood up and you backed away.

“I know what it’s like. Please leave.”

“Fine.” Hyunjin looked dejected as he grabbed his phone and shirt. “Teddy is lonely without me anyways.” he said, making a theatrical leave out of your room as he dragged his feet and kept giving you pointed looks.

You were almost close to telling him he can stay, but as soon as he leaned in, you panicked and didn’t know how to react so you kept your mouth shut.

And you continued spiralling when he left, thinking about if he actually likes you or just wants to fuck you like he does to any girl.

You’ve seen him with girls on his arms constantly and while you always thought what you felt was hate or disgust; in this moment you recognized it was jealousy and it didn’t feel good at all.

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aprocessionofthoughts · 1 year ago

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Left Behind

ai-less whumptober day 19- left behind/why wasn't I enough fandom- dp x dc TW- abandonment Summary- The Fenton parents leave their kids at the Gotham Public Library

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Barbara was working the closing shift at the library. She was putting some books away when she overheard a conversation.

“Do you know when mom and dad are going to pick us up?” said what sounded like a teenage boy.

“No, I– Oh, wait they just messaged me.” said what Barbara thought was a slightly older teen girl.

Silence.

“Jazz?

“They left.”

“What?”

“Someone posted about a possible sighting in Metropolis. They said they’ll be there for a few days.”

There was more silence. Barbara stayed quiet.

“So, they left us behind.”

“Yeah.”

“Again.”

“...Yeah.”

Barbara closed her eyes, thinking of Tim and how he had been left home alone so much. And these kids… their parents had abandoned them too.

“Well at least we’re not helpless.”

“I hate them.”

“Jazz–”

“No, Danny. I hate them. They’re supposed to be our parents. They’re supposed to take care of us.”

“I know. They always chose something else over us. Why aren’t we enough, Jazz?”

“I don’t know.” she sniffled.

“Jazz, hey, look at me. We’ll be okay.”

“I'm sorry, Danny. I'm just so tired.”

“I am too.”

Barbara was about to speak up when they continued.

“At least i have a credit card this time so it won’t be like the time they forgot is in Bridgton.”

“Yeah, that sucked. We were lucky we were able to sneak onto that semi.”

“Well, tonight we can get a hotel room and then get bus tickets tomorrow.

“I could just... you know. Do my thing.”

“I guess, but we should at least get a hotel for tonight. I don’t want to try traveling while you’re exhausted.”

“That’s fair. But–”

Barbara finally decided she should make her presence known. She cleared her throat as she made her way around the bookshelf.

The two teens startle. They looked like siblings. The girl was a redhead with teal eyes, and the boy had black hair and blue eyes.

“Hello, I’m Barbara. I work here at the library. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation.” she paused as the siblings glanced at each other, the boy reaching over to grab his sister’s arm.

“What do you mean?” asked the girl, Jazz, if Barbara was correct.

“You need a place to stay tonight? It’ll be hard to find a good hotel at this hour. I’ve got an extra bedroom at my apartment, and you’re welcome to stay the night. You won’t owe me anything.”

“Why?” asked the boy, Danny.”

Barbara considered for a moment. “I have a friend who went through a similar situation as you guys, so I’m familiar with what it's like to have your parents be too busy. And you wouldn’t be the first kids I've let stay the night. I can help you find bus tickets in the morning. I’m familiar with most of the routes and can let you know which ones are the safest and quickest.”

The girl glanced at her brother, who stared at Barbara. There was a moment where his eyes seemed to glow and Barabar felt as if he were really looking at her. She suppressed a shudder at the intense feeling.

Then he turned to his sister and nodded.

“That’s very kind of you. Thank you. I’m Jazz and this is Danny.”

“It’s nice to meet you both. I have to finish locking up so I’ll meet you by the door.”

They nodded and started gathering their stuff.

Barbara went to finish the rest of the closing shift duties.

She also had a call to make.

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mysilaan · 7 months ago

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Hi!! Could I request some headcanons for Thomas (MCL NG), when he starts falling in love with Candy/Ysaline? 💕 Thank you

I had a hard time imagining it ‘cause… I DON’T KNOW ??? So I just decided to write some kind of ‘chapter 2’ of my last Thomas headcanon ⭐

(note : if you want to read the part.1, there's a "mcl ng headcanons" category on my blog to find it more easily)

THOMAS MCL NG HEADCANON PART.2 🍒

⭐

As promised, after a long day at work, Thomas was waiting for you in order to give you a ride on his motorbike. You had to admit that you spent most of the day thinking about this long-awaited evening. You joined your colleague at the exit and greeted him with your best smile. “I hope I didn’t make you wait too long.” you asked. “It’s okay.” You were now used to Thomas' way of ‘making conversation’; you remembered how impolite you found him when you first joined Devenmentiel, but you eventually ended up understanding that it was not in his intention to be rude: it was just the way Thomas was. When you finally reached his motorcycle, he opened the trunk and handed you a black helmet as he put his on. You thanked him and put it on your head properly… or you thought so… Thomas’ hands approached your face without any warning. You stepped back a little, startled at first, but accepted it when you realized he just wanted to tighten the straps correctly. “Oh… Thank you.” The moment was a bit awkward as Thomas scrutinized your face to see if your helmet was on properly without saying anything. “We’re good.” he finally said. He hopped on his bike and gestured for you to do the same. You slid behind him and put your hands around his waist, which made him tense up a little. “Sorry! Do you want me to put my hands somewhere else?” “No, it’s fine… Which restaurant did you choose to go to?” “Oh, right !” You almost forgot to give him the address. Once you did, you both were ready to ride through the city. Feeling the motorcycle growl beneath you was absolutely thrilling, and as you finally started moving, the adrenaline filled your head. Thomas wasn’t riding too fast, considering he had a passenger, but he was still going at a thrilling speed to your delight. It wasn’t the first time you were riding a motorbike with someone, but the sensation was always the same: it was liberating and immensely soothing. You were even slightly disappointed when you parked up in front of the restaurant. As the two of you took off your helmets, Thomas was about to ask you what you thought about the ride, but seeing your ear-to-ear smile was answer enough. He smiled to himself, satisfied that you liked it, which you decided to express verbally anyway. “It was insane! I absolutely loved the sensation! I’m tempted to get my license and buy one myself now…” “Why don’t you?” he asked honestly as you were heading in the restaurant. “Uhh... Lack of time? Or will… I don’t really know. It's something I always wanted to do but never had the courage to. Watching other people is cool, but once I'm in control, I find it pretty terrifying... Same for cars, that’s why I still take the bus,” you laughed.

The conversation paused as a waiter led you to your table and gave you the menu, but Thomas continued it anyway. “I understand it seems scary, but at the beginning, you have instructors all around you. Once you understand how it works, it's easy to trust yourself.” “Yeah, I know… But the hardest part with these things is taking the first step.” Thomas simply nodded, his eyes were fixed on an invisible point, he was deeply thinking about something but his attention quickly went back to you. During the dinner, you had the chance to talk about things other than work with Thomas. It was mainly about motorcycles at first, but the subject ended up drifting away, and you found more interests in common to talk about. You listened to him talk about his passion for hacking things, with that rare spark in his eyes that always appeared when he talked about something he liked. In return, he listened to you talk about your hobbies with genuine interest. It felt nice having someone listen to you without being judgmental. You left the restaurant, knowing a little more about each other and wanting to know even more. It was a strange feeling, as if your mind were connected at that moment and that, without talking, you were telling the other that this won't be the last time you’d go out together. Something even scraped the back of your mind. Could you consider this a date? But you chased away the thought, blushing a little, hoping that the red-haired man beside you didn’t notice. When you approached the motorcycle again, Thomas didn’t get on immediately. “Hey, would you like to try riding it?” You thought you didn’t hear well. “What?” “You said you were hesitant to get one yourself. If you’d like to try and see how it feels, you can. I’ll still help with the controls, of course; I wouldn’t want you to wreck my bike.” Was it okay for you to accept? But before you could weigh the pros and cons, you nodded and approached the bike. “Your helmet.” Thomas reminded you before doing anything. You put it on, the right way this time, and hoped on the bike once again, but on the pilot seat this time. It felt so weird… Thomas sat behind you, leaning on you a bit to show you the commands. “Here you have the brake lever, and you press here to start the bike: it’s the starter pedal.” You listened intently to his instructions and looked up at the nearly empty parking lot in front of you. All you had to do was to go straight ahead, with Thomas’ help on top of that, but you were so scared to mess it up. “Keep your hands firmly on the handlebars, and like when you learn to ride a bicycle, watch straight ahead.”

His voice was calm as always, yet firm. He was really involved in his improvised role as motorcycle instructor. He continued to explain to you many other things, and you suddenly became aware of how close your bodies were, he was almost leaning over you, but wasn’t even noticing. “Are you listening?” “Yes! Yes… sorry, I am… I’m just a little nervous.” “There’s no need, I’ll make the most of it, just try to hold the handlebar well.” “Alright.” You firmly grabbed the handlebars as if your life depended on it (which it did, in a way), and it felt like you were back in your younger days, learning to balance on a bicycle, except this one had a motor. You startled a little when Thomas’ hands wrapped yours, for safety reasons… “Let’s go.” he finally said, making the vehicle move forward. You weren’t going fast at all, but it was already quite hard to maintain the handlebar still and go straight ahead without damaging anything; thankfully, Thomas’ strong grip over yours helped to avoid any unnecessary accident. When he braked the motorcycle after a few meters, you let out a relieved sigh. “Wow… It’s definitely harder than it seems. It was great though!” You couldn’t see Thomas’ face behind you, but you could swear you felt him chuckle a little against your back. “I can’t say you did well but I hoped it gave you the will to learn now.” “Thank God I know you… If it had been me before, I would never set foot on a motorcycle again!” you joked. “Sorry.” Thomas was sorry? Now that was unusual. “I was just joking, don’t worry!” He didn’t answer, but knowing him, he probably just nodded. You got off the bike to give Thomas his place back, and took yours behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist one more time. The ride back to your house was as thrilling as the one to the restaurant, but the mood had changed a bit. The air around you was chilly, yet you couldn’t help but feel warm against Thomas. Despite the city being filled with motor and honking noises, you were in your own bubble, shared with the man in front of you, shutting out any noise coming from outside. It felt like you were on a different planet. Letting him go of your embrace made you cold all of sudden, a shiver ran down your spine, but you had to accept that it was the end of your little trip. You handed back his helmet to Thomas, and offered him a sincere, gratifying smile. “Thank you for tonight… You didn’t have to do all that, but I’m thankful you did.” When you said that, something changed in Thomas' attitude but you couldn’t say exactly what. “You’re welcome. It was… nice?” You chuckled softly, knowing it was the best he could express his feelings. “Yeah, it was nice.” you repeated “Get home safe, thank you again. I’ll see you tomorrow!” You waved him off and headed home.As you searched for the right key to unlock your door, Thomas waited silently without moving. He was thinking that he’d like having other moments like this with you. He liked your presence and talking about anything with you. It really felt nice, but he couldn’t say why. When you finally opened your door and waved one last time at him, he watched you close your door, thinking that he was really looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.

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kimmingyuswifee · 9 months ago

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Destiny? Pt.2 - Kim Mingyu fic

A/n: Heyy guys! I'm back with the part 2 after so long!! It took me a while to get the motivation and write this lol >_< I hope you enjoy it!!<3 also I love y/n povs sm hehe :D

Word count: 1.08k

Pt. 1

After having dinner, you felt tired and decided to go to bed and sleep, as it was a long, exhausting day from the travel. A few hours later, you woke up in the middle of the night because you were thirsty. You went downstairs in the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. While picking up a glass from the wooden cabinet, you heard someone faking a cough. You got startled and turned to look back.

You saw a tall figure in the dark who was in his pyjamas. He cleared his throat and asked, "Got thirsty?" You replied back, "Yeah, it's really humid in here, but what are you doing here?" You asked while drinking a glass of water. Mingyu said, "Well, I'm just bored; I slept the whole time during the bus journey, so I'm not sleepy anymore." He said it in an amusing tone. You just didn't know what to say and decided to go back to the bedroom. Before you could leave the kitchen, you felt a grip on your wrist. Mingyu spoke, "Where are you going? I want to talk to you. You were about to say something, right? but then Hao called us for dinner."

You said, "Well, umm, nothing. I didn't want to say anything. I guess I just forgot what I wanted to say, hehe." You were awkward towards him because he still didn't leave your hand.

"Yeah sure! as if I didn't notice you staring at me at the dinner table the whole time?" Mingyu said it in a mocking tone, teasing you. You were flustered, so you just fumbled with your words, trying to make a stupid reason. "Uhh, well, I wasn't staring at you! but Yunjin was beside you, so I was talking to her, you know?!" You knew you fucked up because you were a bit loud while justifying yourself, and you were embarrassed that your crush caught you staring at him like a hungry wolf.

Mingyu knew what you were doing but just played along. "Okay, baby, as you say!" He said this while laughing a bit, looking at your tomato-red face. You were blushing because he just straight away called you "baby," even though you have no idea if he's in a relationship or not. Maybe not? Most probably yes, because he's way too attractive to not have a girlfriend. But then again, he's flirty with everyone.

You just let go of your hand from his grip and left him there; he stood dumbfounded by your action. Mingyu was confused; he thought that if he said something wrong, you just left him alone without an answer, but he just let go of that thought and went back to the room where you and his best friends were sleeping.

*The next day*

It was a sunny afternoon, and the guys planned to go taste the wines of the Italian family who continued the winery journey from their ancestors. Everyone was split up into groups by Na PD. Seungkwan, Vernon, Jun, and Mingyu were your group.

Y/n pov

We were going around in different wine stalls, the place where, people from all over the world, including the native Italians, tasted and enjoyed their authentic wines. We started tasting the wines and they were really delightful. One of the stalls, had two young women, who pleasantly greeted us and poured the wine in our glasses. One of them, was flirting with Mingyu cuz duh he wore a plain white shirt, paired with white trousers and sneakers. Man dressed up in all white with a final touch of his black sunglasses. Mingyu looked like a whole damn meal that every women would love to devour including me.

"Excuse me, Mr. handsome, would you like to get some more wine for free? I could give you more than just wine, you know," a woman from that stall said while pouring the wine into Mingyu's glass, bending slightly on purpose to flash her cleavage at him. He was taken aback by that seduction of her, but replied in an amusing tone. "N-no, it's fine. Thank you for the wine, mia signora!". (my lady in Italian)

You scoffed, "Huh, what? Mia signora? Oh wow, it looks like he got really into her just because she showed her tits to him," you said while rolling your eyes. Seungkwan heard you mumbling and replied, "Looks like someone is jealous, hun~". "I'm clearly not! It's so ironic that men become themselves when they see a woman trying to seduce them. Wow, like that's so easy, right?" You said it sarcastically while sipping your wine.

"Says the one who is practically drooling over the guy in front of her," Vernon said in the same sarcastic tone as yours. Seungkwan and Jun just laughed at his sassy reply. "It looks like you are getting along with Minghao a lot lately," Jun said to Vernon while laughing and looking at your "so done" expression. "You know what? Imma, just smack your face right now, Moon Junhui-" Just then, a familiar voice interrupted you.

"Hey guys, let's go and have some food! I'm hungry right now," Mingyu said while pouting. "Yeah, come on! We can't just fill our belly with a few glasses of wine!?" Seungkwan replied while chuckling.

2 hours later...

You were having your evening dinner with the guys. You were a bit too hungry from all the walking, so you were eating like a hog. The food got stuck in between your oesophagus, causing you to choke. Joshua quickly handed you a glass of water while patting your back, helping you release the tension in your throat. 2 minutes later, you were a bit normal after that small accident that you caused yourself. "Thank you so much, Shua!" You said this while smiling, relieved. "No problem, y/niee, just my pleasure to help you~". Joshua replied while winking back at you in a flirtatious way, which got you blushing.

Someone at the table definitely got his eyes rolling at that interaction, and that was Mingyu. "Pfft, only if you didn't eat like an animal who starved for days, you wouldn't have choked pabo!" He said this to you while glaring at Joshua. "Yeah, so what? I got hungry as fuck because of you! Who was talking to those ladies for about a good 30 minutes?". You replied while glaring back at Mingyu. Everyone in the dining room laughed at your guy's bickering, knowing that this was never ending.

[Pt.3 soon!]

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mimisempai · 1 year ago

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You've always been someone

Summary

As Muriel is sincerely praised by Crowley on their first trip out on their own, they realize for the first time just how badly they've been treated in heaven. It takes no less than an angel and a demon to comfort them.

Notes

Time for the demon to comfort his two angels

On Ao3

Rating G - 1849 words

"Hello, hello, hello!"

Crowley, who had been reading the paper in the quiet of the bookshop, was startled when Muriel came through the door.

He heard the angel's quick footsteps and lowered his newspaper just as she reached him.

He smiled slightly, for sometimes he felt he was looking at a clone of Aziraphale. Muriel still wore very light clothes and always had one or the other tartan accessory. The difference was that they used several tartans, and their outfits were far less outdated than Aziraphale's.

"I took the bus today!"

Muriel's eyes were shining and they were all excited as they continued, "I asked Aziraphale where I could find a bookshop that really sells books these days and he showed me several. He wanted me to ask you to take me, but I told him I wanted to go alone. He recommended the buses if I wanted to see a bit of the city at the same time. Which I did. By myself. And I even bought some books, look!"

Crowley had stood up as Muriel recounted their excursion and looked at the books, then said gently, "That's good, my little bee. You've done well. Come on, I'll make you some hot chocolate to celebrate!"

Muriel didn't answer right away and looked at him strangely.

"Muriel?"

They asked in troubled voice, "Why do you praise me every time I do something?"

Crowley leaned a little closer to them and said gently, "Because you deserve it. Because it's not easy adjusting to a new world like this."

Muriel shook their head, "You and Aziraphale did just fine."

Crowley replied, "Because we've had much longer to adapt, we've had millennia. You came here, unprepared, and found yourself with this flood of information that could destabilize anyone, and you're embracing it with both hands. That deserves all the praise in the world. Besides, I'm guessing you didn't get much praise up there."

Muriel replied softly, in the most natural way, "But that's normal, I'm no one".

Crowley grabbed them by the shoulders and, gently shaking them, said in a firm tone, "Never again do I want to hear those words come out of your mouth! You're not no-one. You're someone important to us here."

Muriel insisted, "But no one ever disagreed with me when I said that. Never."

"Your beatitudes?"

Muriel stood back, intimidated, while Saraqael moved toward the two archangels, who answered in unison, "Yes.

"I think you should hear this. Muriel!"

Muriel exclaimed, "Oh." She bowed and greeted them, keeping well away from where the angels were standing, "Hello."

Michael asked, "And you are?"

Muriel shook their head and stammered, "Oh, no one. I mean, technically, Muriel, 37th order scrivener, but, you know, no one."

No one had disagreed with them.

Not a word.

They really were no one.

Muriel realized how differently the people here behaved toward them than the archangels and other higher angels had.

"Muriel!"

Crowley's voice snapped them out of their thoughts.

It wasn't Michael's voice, exasperated, making them feel like fools. Or Uriel's dismissive one, making them feel very small.

Crowley's voice was warm as he told them, "It's because they're blind and have nothing but contempt for anything that isn't a source of power. But that doesn't make you no-one. Muriel, look at me. You are someone."

Muriel tried to say something, but there was a lump in their throat that prevented them from speaking.

They swallowed several times and managed to say, "I... I'm som... someone."

Their vision seemed to blur and they blinked several times, but nothing helped.

Crowley, who had moved closer to them, put his hand on their shoulder and said softly, in a voice as kind as ever, "Oh, Muriel..."

Muriel breathed, "What...what do I do?"

Crowley replied gently, "Let them flow..."

Muriel sniffed, "I... I don't know how to..."

Crowley answered softly, "Just let go. Let go my little bee, I'll catch you."

Muriel sniffed bravely several times, trying to stop the tidal wave they felt rising inside of them and threatening to come out as Crowley, his hand reassuringly on their shoulder, repeated softly, "Let go."

Muriel repeated again, "I am someone..."

Crowley nodded and replied, "Yes, you are. You are someone."

Then he wrapped his arm around their shoulders and pressed them to his chest as the floodgates finally gave way and they allowed themselves to be overwhelmed by the pain they felt, the full extent of which they were finally realizing.

All these years of being ignored.

Isolated at their desk.

Seeing almost no one.

Performing unrewarding tasks.

Being belittled, sometimes even disdained.

Treated like a fool.

They cried about all of it, and Crowley held them in his arms the whole time, and as their tears soaked his black jacket, he thought of another angel who'd endured similar treatment and never complained either.

"I... I think it's okay."

Muriel moved a little and Crowley opened his arms to let them go. But when he saw their unsettled face, he put his hands on their shoulders and said softly, "How about we just sit down for a while?"

Muriel wiped their face with their sleeve and nodded, allowing themself to be guided to the sofa where they sat down.

As soon as they were seated, the doorbell rang and Aziraphale's voice was heard, "Hello! Someone's here?"

Crowley answered, "We're here, on the sofa."

He saw Muriel trying to hide their condition, but he gently took their hand and shook his head.

Aziraphale had arrived in front of them and exclaimed, "Oh my God! What's the matter? Muriel, has someone hurt you?"

Crowley couldn't suppress an amused smile as the angel fussed over Muriel before kneeling before them and handing them his handkerchief.

They took it and wiped their face.

Aziraphale turned to Crowley and asked worriedly, "What happened?"

Crowley asked Muriel, "Will you allow me to explain it to him? I think he'll understand better than anyone."

Muriel nodded.

Crowley briefly explained the reasons for Muriel's condition, and when he was finished, he stood up, Aziraphale immediately taking his place next to Muriel. Crowley stepped back a little to leave them alone, knowing that Aziraphale would be able to give them an even better understanding than he had.

The angel placed his hands on Muriel's as they fumbled with the handkerchief and said softly, "Muriel, let me repeat Crowley's words to you first. You are someone. You are an angel who has bravely, day after day, dutifully done your job and received nothing in return but contempt and disregard. But because you only knew this kind of treatment, you thought it was normal. Believe me, I know, I know very well."

Muriel lifted their head sharply and retorted, "You? But you're so good, and talented, and smart, and-"

"And? And so are you, Muriel, as much as I am. And that didn't stop Gabriel, Michael, Uriel and Sandalphon from putting me down all the time. From making me realize that I'd never be anything but a drudge. An idiot who didn't understand anything. I have hundreds of examples to tell you about the way they treated me that I never thought to rebel against because I said to myself, they're the good guys, they're archangels, they're better than me, so it's normal what they do. But it's not normal, Muriel. It's mean and hurtful and unnecessary. But here, Muriel, Crowley and I would never treat you this way, and better yet, if anyone ever did, you have every right to rebel. To fight back or to turn away. But under no circumstances should you accept this. You are someone, and I'm glad to see that someone thriving in this world. I can't wait to see you experimenting with many new things, getting more and more confident, getting more and more brazen with Crowley..."

"Angel!" the demon exclaimed, turning to them as Muriel let out a small laugh.

Then Muriel looked at them in turn and said softly, their voice a little hoarse, "Thank you both. I couldn't have fallen into a better place for my first and last mission on Earth."

Aziraphale replied, "I'm glad you knocked on my door, Inspector Constable, and that I offered you your first cupperty."

Muriel chuckled again, and Crowley asked, "So do you want that mug of hot chocolate?"

But the angel shook their head and stood up, "No, I promised to tell Nina and Maggie about my first trip to the city, and Nina's hot chocolate is better than yours."

Crowley exclaimed, "Hey, you're getting pretty cheeky."

Muriel smiled and started for the front door when they turned and walked toward Crowley, hugging him for a few seconds before almost running away.

Crowley turned to Aziraphale to comment on what had just happened when he saw that the angel had gotten up and was following Muriel with his eyes until they entered the cafe.

He walked over to him and wrapped his arms around him from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder, then asked softly, "Are you okay, Angel?"

Aziraphale leaned against him and replied, "A while back I would have said yes, I'm okay and hidden it behind a smile, but we don't lie to each other anymore, so, no, I'm not completely okay. In fact, I'm appalled at the extent of my ex-employer's damage, if I may say so. Muriel thought it was okay to think of themself as a nobody."

Crowley hummed against his ear and said quietly, "I know, Angel."

"Crowley?"

"Yes?"

"Will you hold me?"

Crowley replied softly, "Of course, Angel. You're looking at Crowley, the demon comforter of angels mistreated by heaven."

Aziraphale turned and laughed lightly, before saying, "Idiot."

Then Crowley wrapped his arms around the angel, holding him close as the angel's arms wrapped around his waist.

Aziraphale murmured against his chest, "Thank you."

"For what?" the demon asked against his hair.

"For encouraging me through the years. Thanks to you, I never felt like no one. Even when I thought we were each on our own side, you never offered me anything but respect."

Crowley pressed a kiss to the angel's hair and replied gently, "Because you deserved no less. And then this pure angel giving a couple such a powerful weapon to defend themselves in the desert forced my respect from the start. You have never been no one to me, Angel."

He pushed Aziraphale away from him a little, then cupped his face in his hands and kissed him tenderly before pulling him back into his arms.

Over the angel's head, through the glass window, he saw Muriel sitting in front of a mug that was probably filled with hot chocolate topped with an indecent amount of whipped cream. Nina and Maggie were sitting with them, and the three of them seemed to be happily chatting.

He smiled, glad that this angel and the one he held in his arms would never again feel that they didn't matter.

For they were loved and cherished for who they were.

As they always should have been.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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hand-written-dreams · 29 days ago

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CRIMSON SHADE

Chapter 18

Monsters stuck in my head

You've got no place to hide.

And I'm feeling like a villain,

got a hunger inside.

One look in my eyes

And you're running 'cause I'm coming

Gonna eat you alive

- ( The song of this chapter is 'Monster' by Ruelle.)

A steaming cup of coffee slides into view, the rich aroma pulling her from her intense focus. She blinks, realizing how long she’s been staring at the screen of the bullet-riddled laptop.

She looks up, startled, to find Mr.Mathur’s smiling face.

“You’ve been at it all day,” he says, nodding toward the laptop. His gaze flickers to the disarray of cables and tools scattered across the desk.

Khushi sighs, stretching her arms. She pushes the laptop aside, satisfied that most of the data has been extracted. The rest still need more work. “Thank you, Mr.Mathur. You’re a lifesaver,” she says, reaching for the cup.

“Please, call me Aman,” he replies with a light chuckle. “Mr.Mathur sounds too formal. Makes me feel ancient.”

She smiles. “Only on one condition… call me Khushi.”

She can see why someone like Mr.Raizada is friends with Aman. He carries an aura of comfort, a natural ease that draws people in. Everyone within his radius seems to instinctively relax, their guard lowering without even realizing it.

For someone like her, who’s spent the better part of her life building walls, it’s a bit disarming.

“Deal.” He leans against the desk, folding his arms. “So, you graduated from college with honours, huh? I was dragging my ass just to pass my computer science course,” Aman says with a chuckle.

Khushi arches an eyebrow, momentarily surprised by his candidness. “The Harvard course must’ve been tough, no?”

“I actually graduated from MIT,” he corrects, his smile easy and relaxed.

“Oh.” She blinks, caught off guard. “I thought you graduated from Harvard with Mr.Raizada.”

Aman shakes his head, a soft laugh escaping him. “Oh no, that man went to Harvard for business studies, all high and mighty. Meanwhile, I was at MIT, knee-deep in code and circuits. We were in a…long-distance friendship.”

There’s a playful lilt to his tone, but Khushi catches a subtle fondness beneath it. The contrast between him and Mr.Raizada intrigues her. They couldn’t be more different.

She chuckles, "I don't have that much knowledge in geography, but I believe both these universities are situated in the same city in Massachusetts... Cambridge, right?"

"To me, it seems like you have pretty good knowledge of geography."

"I searched all things about MIT. I wanted to go there." She doesn't know why she shares this with Aman.

"Your father didn't let you, did he?"

Khushi keeps sipping her coffee. Not responding to him.

Aman sighs, settling into the chair in front of her, letting the matter drop. “So....Arnav didn’t really explain what ‘special task’ he’s assigned to you. Something about finding a hacker? What’s all that about?” he says, his tone turns slightly curious.

Khushi takes a careful slow sip, the heat of the coffee settling in her stomach. “Someone stole some important documents from me,” she says, her tone clipped. “And made it look like Mr.Raizada was behind it.”

Aman tilts his head, his brows furrowing slightly, his eyes scanning her face. “You know I’m not really into the whole dark web hacker business. But let me know if you need my help with anything. By the way… mind telling me the hacker’s ID? Just curious.”

For a moment, she hesitates. Her hand tightens around the mug. “TheShadowMonster,” she replies.

Aman stares at her, deep in thought and what looks like confusion, as his brows furrow. Then, his lips quirks into a half-smile. “Huh, that sounds like something a kid would come up with.” He gives a short, quiet laugh, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes, yet his tone struggles to contain his amusement.

Khushi watches him closely, something in his reaction unsettling her. “It actually was,” she responds, deadpan, her tone colder than before.

Can it be him?

BSc in Computer Science from MIT.

But, but, but..

Why would he frame his best friend?

And why didn't Mr.Raizada share this information with Aman?

Does Mr.Raizada not trust him fully?

Does he suspect Aman or what?

If that was the case, then sharing this information with Aman would be dangerous. But it could also open new doors for her.

If he is indeed that hacker, the one pulling the strings from the shadows, she could play him. Mislead him.

Just like he did to her.

Aman’s gaze sharpens, just for a moment, before his expression softens again. “Excuse me?”

“He created the account when he was twelve. He’s older now…I guess.”

“And how do you know that?”

“He told me.”

Aman studies her for a second, his brow furrowing further. “He told you? When? How? I mean, I’m happy to help you find him if you need, but I don’t want to get tangled up in some… lovers' spat.”

“It’s not like that,” her voice sharper than she intended, her eyes studying him. She then quickly looks away. “We bumped into each other.....talked from time to time. He's intriguing, kind of a genius...he taught me many online spying techniques. With that, I collected lots of evidence. Evidence that he ultimately stole.”

“So… you were friends?” The way Aman is looking at her now makes her uncomfortable. It’s as if he’s studying her, dissecting every word, every movement as if she’s some specimen under a microscope.

She shifts uneasily, wishing she could retreat from his probing eyes.

She feels the knot in her stomach tighten. “I don’t know,” she murmurs, staring at the screen but not really seeing it. “Can you even call online acquaintances friends?”

His gaze softens, and he nods slowly.

“I think you can. And I think you’re upset because, online or not, you considered him as a friend....or at least a confidant. You trusted him.” He pauses, a flicker of something unreadable in his expression. “And he betrayed you.”

She doesn’t know why his words feel like they’re cutting deeper than they should. She looks at the laptop, forcing herself to focus on the work that still needs to be done.

It doesn’t matter.

But it does. She doesn’t know why, but it does.

All her life everyone just did that.

Betrayed her.

Her parents betrayed her.

Her best friend betrayed her.

TheShadowMonster betrayed her.

It's the new trend.

Betraying Khushi Sen Gupta.

“Can I have a word?”

She pauses at the threshold of the lavish office, her steps faltering as her eyes land on him.

Seated in the high-backed, leather chair, he exudes an almost unnatural stillness, his sharp features illuminated by the faint glow of the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Mr.Raizada looks up, “Isn't that why I am here?”

She rolls her eyes. She texted him yesterday after she recovered all of the data from that laptop. That was some highly encrypted CBI laptop, and it took almost two days for her to decrypt it.

"Glad that your sarcastic tongue didn't fall off. But I want to talk about something else."

"Hmm, take a seat."

“We got interrupted discussing our deal terms that night,” she says, her voice steady but her hands fidgeting at her sides. “We didn't settle actually what I want from our deal." He remains silent, so she continues, "I want you to make me disappear. New identity, new address…somewhere far away from here...anywhere, as long as it's not here.”

He leans back in his chair, his sharp gaze scrutinizing her. “Done.”

Her breath hitches at his quick agreement. “I have it open,” she says, turning the laptop screen toward him. “What do you want me to do with it?”

“That was fast.”

She smirks faintly. “Was that a test?"

He chuckles, "No."

"Why are we looking into a CBI agent’s laptop? And I know you took it from my father’s study, don't you dare deny it.”

"Good morning, Boss," Aman enters the room and takes the chair beside her, "Good morning, Khushi."

It doesn't escape her eyes how his eyes narrow, and his browns darken at Aman's calling her by her first name. But he quickly drapes his stoic mask over his face.

"I promised you evidence against Mr.Gupta, didn't I? Consider it a token of appreciation for you to accept my deal." His lips curl into a smirk that doesn’t reach his eyes. “And...I’m not entirely sure about the CBI agent part. Either he was an undercover mafia operative in the CBI, or an undercover CBI agent in the mafia, doubling as a dealer in the Triad Tribe.” He leans forward, his tone low and pointed. “You know about the Triad Tribe, right?”

She stays silent, nodding faintly.

“Anyway, Mr. Gupta killed him,” Mr.Raizada continues, his voice growing colder. “The owner might have used the laptop as a shield to protect himself from getting shot.”

“There are multiple IP addresses of warehouses,” she says after a moment, her fingers flying across the keys. “Information about shipments… What’s in these warehouses? Arms? Drugs?”

“Humans.”

Her fingers freezes mid-typing. She looks up sharply, her face pale. “But human trafficking was shut down…”

“The Serpents are trying to reopen it,” he says, his voice dark, his jaw tightening. “They’re exploiting their special privileges with the border in West Bengal and the influx of Rohingyas in Bangladesh. They’re collecting people, trying to strike a deal with the Chicago Outfit as a test run. If it works, every other family will jump at the chance to restart it.”

She stares at the screen, her throat tightening. “I looked into all of them. Only few of them have CCTV cameras. I hacked into them yesterday. They were empty."

"They'll probably fill up the warehouses a few days before the shipment. To avoid suspicion." Aman adds.

She looks at the dates of the shipment and sees the warehouse with a CCTV camera has the closest date, two days from today. "Let me look into it again." The feed appears instantly. Her voice trembles as she continues. “They’re all kids… boys mainly. What, six or seven years old?”

Mr.Raizada's face darkened. “The Chicago Outfit has an assassin-making organisation called the 'League of Shadows',” he says, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. “They train children into killers and sell them to clients....or use them to eliminate their enemies. Kids that young are more impressionable. Easy to mold. Loyal....they might be in storage of children to train.”

"This shipments can't happen...I don't want to empower the enemies any further. Tomorrow, they could send one of these boys to slit my throat in my sleep. Who knows?" He adds with a shrug.

“Can’t we do anything to stop it?” she asks as she glances back at the screen.

“I hope you can,” he says, his tone softening for the first time, though his expression remained grim. “Alert CBI about the shipment discreetly, not the police. The police are in Mr.Gupta's pocket.”

She nods her head faintly

"Are you guys up for an outing this evening?" Mr.Raizada asks, his voice low and calm, but his eyes glint dark.

"Excuse me?"

"A celebratory outing to welcome you in our company. We are going to a casino." Aman says with fake enthusiasm.

"What do you mean?" She asks utterly bewildered.

"You will see," Mr.Raizada says in a grave voice.

That’s what she’s seeing.

A tablet screen.

It is balanced precariously on her lap as she sits on the lid of a commode in a restroom stall. The underground fighting arena roars to life just beyond the walls, the sound vibrating through the tiled floor beneath her feet.

Such a celebratory outing.

“Khushi, are you done?” Aman’s voice crackles through her earpiece, his tone strained but calm.

“Almost,” she whispers back. “Just ten more seconds.”

The chanting from the arena grows louder with each passing moment, a relentless tide of sound pressing against her nerves. Her disguise feels stifling. The jet-black straight-haired wig with its blunt bangs and the large black-rimmed glasses perched awkwardly on her nose, that was all she could come up with to hide her identity. She shifts uncomfortably, hoping the disguise is convincing enough.

They are all on an undercover mission, Aman and her. Mr.Raizada tasked them with hacking the Triad Tribe database stored in a server room of the casino above this underground arena. It could only be accessed from close proximity, forcing them into this chaotic labyrinth, or should she say restroom. She is sure two people in her next stall are having sex.

She closes her eyes, taking some deep breaths. She instantly regrets her decision. It smells like something have died in here, something probably have.

She taps rapidly on the tablet, installing the undetected virus into their system. Once successful, they’ll have full access to the Triad tribe’s sprawling empire... casinos, resorts, hotels, and more.

Finally, the screen blinks in confirmation. Mission accomplished.

“Done,” she whispers.

Minutes later, they make their way toward the main hall where the fights are taking place. The moment they step inside, a bell rings, and the crowd erupts. A massive, burly man thumps his chest like a gorilla, roaring in triumph as his opponent lies unconscious on the floor. The crowd is mostly men and a few women, with some bouncer-type scary men standing around the ring and against the walls keeping an eye on everyone.

She adjusts her glasses, keeping her head low as she and Aman take their seats in the gallery overlooking the fighting ring. She has never been in places like that before.

The cacophony of the crowd swallows them, the metallic tang of sweat and blood sharp in the air. And despite the overwhelming chaos, her focus zeroes in on the centre ring.

The announcer's loud voice echoes in the space, "NOW TAKING THE STAGE...THE LEGEND, THE ALL TIME WINNER...THE STOWSTOPPEEEERRR, AT 225 POUNDS, 125 VICTORIES, DHRUUUUV RAO."

Dhruv Rao steps into the ring. Shirtless except for his boxing shorts with all of his muscles in full display. The crowd goes crazy at his arrival.

Her nose crinkles in disgust like she smells something rotten. Well, she won't mind watching Dhruv Rao taking some punches tonight.

"AND HERE COMES OUR ANONYMOUS GUEST TONIGHT. AT 200 POUNDS, AND 0 VICTORIES."

A roll of "haha's" and "boos" ripples through the crowd as the man in question steps into the circle of harsh fluorescent lights.

A predator in disguise among his prey.

A wolf in a black coat.

Well literally in full black.

He’s dressed in a black full sleeved t-shirt that clings to his defined, muscular frame like a second skin, paired with dark combat pants. Thick white gauges wrap around his knuckles.

His face is obscured by a simple black mask, covering the top half of his face, leaving his eyes and his already damp-with-sweat hair exposed. The strands falls back over his eyes in tousled disarray. His mouth and jaw below the mask are visible, highlighting the tension in his clenched teeth. Yet he seems utterly unaffected by the roaring crowd. His calm is unnerving.

"Are you disappointed that he'll fight like that?" Aman asks, his eyes carefully scanning the arena.

"What do you mean?" She leans slightly closer.

"I mean, he’s fully clothed," he gestures toward the ring with a subtle nod. "I came to my first underground fight expecting flesh, blood, and sweat. Instead, I get a guy in a tactical black outfit. Feels like I’ve been cheated."

She smirks, her tone teasing. "You wanna see him shirtless, huh?"

"What?" Aman scoffs, though the corner of his mouth twitches. "Don’t act like you don’t. After all the pain that bastard put me through, I at least deserve the satisfaction of seeing him beaten black and blue." His tone is almost affectionate, almost.

"You know very well why he can't be shirtless."

Aman sighs dramatically. "Yeah, yeah. It’s not like I forgot." He pauses, his expression shifting to one of mock pride. "But let me tell you about that shirt...it’s a polymer blend. Practically indestructible. I pitched the idea, of course...That guy is very particular about what he puts in his body."

Her brows knit slightly, and she glances back at the figure in the ring. "I noticed…" shit, "I mean, not noticed. Please forget that I said anything," she fumbles, immediately regretting her words as Aman chuckles under his breath.

He shouldn’t be here, same as them.

None of them should be here.

If he went shirtless, his tattoos would be visible. People would know who he is.

"If they could’ve seen just a glimpse of that bird tattoo on the back of his hand, this arena would be dead silent right now," Aman chuckles, more to himself than anyone else.

The weight of his words hangs heavy in the air. She finds herself staring at the man in the ring again, wondering how someone can command this much power without even lifting a fist yet.

"Does that tattoo mean anything, or only for aesthetics?" She asks feigning nonchalance.

"Probably, I don't know."

That man is a vault. Ever his best friend doesn't know everything about him. She chuckles internally.

"He got that in his first year of college. He trademarked it in his name. Nobody in the Triad is allowed to have this tattoo." Aman finishes with a low chuckle.

"That's pretty early. How many tattoos does he have other than that?"

Aman smirks, tilting his head as if to taunt her. "Wouldn’t you like to know? Though I haven’t seen him shirtless in a long time...but not much. He’s got his Eagle on his back and a Bratva tattoo on his chest."

"The Bratva? As in the Russian mafia?" Her eyebrows furrow.

"He is an honorary member of that mafia family, particularly a captain."

"How? Is he going to marry the Russian mafia princess," she says teasingly, but the expression on Aman's face turns sly, so she adds bewildered, "He is, isn’t he?"

Aman chuckles, shaking his head. "That’s his personal matter. You have to ask him."

"Why would I? Not that I care," she mutters quickly, crossing her arms. Heat rushes to her cheeks as she quickly looks away.

"Of course not," he quips, biting back a laugh. "Why should you?...Anyways, Dhruv Rao’s about to regret ever stepping into that ring....I am waiting for this crowd to go pin-drop silent when Dhruv hits the ground."

She arches a brow, "Confident much?"

"That’s what best friends are for," Aman said lightly, though his gaze lingered on Arnav, a glimmer of something deeper flashing in his eyes. "Cheering through life...and making sure the world knows who’s boss...and besides do you know who trained him."

She shakes her head.

"The league of Shadows. Dhruv Rao doesn't even stand a chance. But we have let him think that he does. It's fun, isn't it?"

The league of Shadows.

The assassin organization he was talking about in the morning. That explains all his wall climbing and all.

Her attention shifts as the crowd erupts in cheers. The arena turns into a brutal, chaotic world of sweat, blood, and adrenaline. The roar of the crowd echoes off the concrete walls, deafening and relentless. Harsh fluorescent lights cast an almost theatrical glow over the bloodstained mat.

And there he is.

The man in black.

The sharp angles of his face are illuminated under the stark lights, his expression unreadable. He looks entirely out of place in this savage setting yet utterly at home.

A loud bell rings, signalling the start of the fight. Dhruv charges first, roaring, fists flying, hoping to overwhelm the masked man with sheer force. But the vulture is faster, more precise. He sidesteps, the rush of Dhruv's attack barely grazing his side.

Dhruv charges again, throwing wild

punches. This time, his blow connects. A brutal hook to the jaw that sent the vulture stumbling. The crowd erupts in cheers.

Her heart leaps forward as she winches as well. The crowd’s cheers blur into white noise as her focus narrows to the man in the ring. She doesn't like the idea of him being hurt.

What's wrong with you, Khushi?

He's the enemy.

He straightens up slowly, his expression unreadable at first as blood trickles down the corner of his mouth. He drags his thumb from the corner of his mouth across his chin, smearing the blood along his jawline before spitting

a crimson glob onto the ground.

Slowly, he turned back to Dhruv, his lips curling into a sinister smile. The crowd hushes seeing this menacing aura. Dangerous, dark, and unsettling.

It sends a shiver down her spine.

He tilts his head, wiping the blood by the backside of his hand as if savouring the taste of his own pain.

She hates the helpless awe curling in her chest. He is as sinister as the devil and twice the pretty. He is all seven of the deadly sins wrapped in a tall, alluring frame.

She can't comprehend how something as menacing as this moment can be so maddeningly captivating and so utterly mesmerising.

He cracks his neck, and then, in a fluid motion, the devil delivers a brutal elbow to Dhruv's ribs before Dhruv can block them. The sickening crack of bone echoes in the arena. Dhruv stumbles, gasping for breath. The vulture delivers some quick jabs to Dhruv's shoulder and a spinning kick to his knee, making Dhruv kneel on the ground.

Still Dhruv stands up and lunges again, this time with a knee aimed at the gut, but the vulture catches him mid-air, twisting with brutal force, slamming his body to the ground with a brutal thud. The sound reverberated through the arena. The crowd's roar falters, and their cheers turn into stunned silence.

Blood drips from Dhruv's mouth as he groans, struggling to lift himself. The vulture circles Dhruv as he pushes himself to his knees. With a sharp twist of his torso, the man in black delivers a punishing uppercut to the kneeling man's jaw. The force of the punch snaps Dhruv's head back, his body collapsing back to the ground.

But the devil doesn't stop. He's relentless, almost animalistic. He takes hold of Dhruv's hair as his fist slams into Dhruv's face once, twice, three times, each blow raw and brutal. His knuckles crack and bleed, but he doesn't stop.

A few more strikes and Dhruv is barely conscious, his face a mangled mess of bruises and cuts. He stands over Dhruv, breathing heavily, eyes wild as his opponent lies sprawling on the bloodstained mat.

And the arena falls into the pin-drop silence Aman wished before. And all she does is watch, watch and watch him. His breathing is ragged, and knuckles are raw and bleeding, but his face remains impassive, a mask of icy composure.

But his eyes, they tell different story.

Dark. Unyielding. Wild.

And they meet hers, the same time the crowd erupts again. This time in a roar for him.

Yet, his eyes hold onto hers, unwavering, through the chaos around them.

They pierce through her with a force that causes goosebumps to erupt in her skin. His browns darkest she ever saw.

Raw. Untamed. Feral.

And that leaves her utterly undone.

It feels like an eternity.

There's a dangerous intimacy in his gaze, an undeniable claim.

She should be afraid. But she's not.

The animal in him calls to the animal in her, and she can’t look away.

He is a weapon.

There's a raw, primal violence in him.

The violence that paints the floor with his opponent's blood. Each strike is devastatingly precise, his strength terrifyingly controlled. She's captivated by the way he stands untouched by the brutality he's just unleashed.

lt's terrifying.

It's magnetic.

It's beautiful.

It's making her feel alive in a way she’s never felt before. A raw monsterous hunger consumes her, burning through every nerve, every inch of her skin.

And the answer to that hunger terrifies her. The beast in him, the predator in him, the monster in him that calls to her, but it’s also the thing that could destroy her.

And she has a frightening feeling.

This beauty won't survive her beast.

If Arnav Singh Raizada ever happens to her, she won't survive him and she won't let him survive her either.

She and him.

They are monsters.

They will rip each other apart, limb by limb, drowning in destruction, before they'll let each go, before he'll be out of her system.

Author's Note:

This author is very lazy. Lovely Readers please have your patience. See you soon. Coming up next: a date night 😜.

@arshifiesta @featheredclover @phuljari @chutkiandchotte @jalebi-weds-bluetooth @simplycurlz @9artsdragon @chaiandtakkar

#arnav singh raizada #ipkknd #khushi kumari gupta #arnav and khushi #arshi #13 years of ipkknd #arshi fanfic #crimson_shade #ipk 13th anniversary fiesta

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rosie-rosem · 1 year ago

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hii i really like your writing esp the jake one and i wanted to request a fic w sunghoon (situationship but with a happy ending, angst/fluff) tysm

can't deny it

❥ pairing: sunghoon x reader

❥ genre: situationship, angst, fluff

❥ summary: You had always told yourself that your relationship with sunghoon was just a "situationship" type thing, a causal connection without any strings attached. But seeing him with someone else ignited a pang of something you hadn't expected – something deeper than just a friendship.

❥ warnings: situationship, mention of rejection, grammar mistakes, let me know if I've missed something.

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WC: 750

A/N: hii! tysm, I really appreciate the kind words and support! I'm so glad you're enjoying my work, it makes me really happy !! here's your request, I hope u like. <33

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You paced back and forth in your room, your mind a swirling mix of emotions. Your heart ached as you replayed the scene in your mind – Sunghoon, the guy you had been spending so much time with, laughing and joking with another girl at the cafe. You clenched your fists, your jealousy burning like a fire inside you.

The next day, your phone chimed with a text from Sunghoon. "Hey, wanna hang out later?" he asked casually. You stared at the message, your heart racing. Were you really going to confront him about what you saw? Was that the right thing to do?

You met at the park, the sun casting long shadows as you both sat on a bench. You bit your lip, struggling to find the right words. "Sunghoon, can I ask you something?" He turned to you, raising an eyebrow. "Sure, what's up?"

You hesitated, your words catching in your throat. "I saw you with that girl at the cafe yesterday." Sunghoon's expression shifted, his gaze dropping to the ground. "Oh, that... Look, y/n, it's not what you think." Your frustration boiled over. "Then what is it, Sunghoon? We're not exclusive, I get that, but it still hurt to see you with someone else." you confronted.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "y/n, I thought you understood. We're just in a situationship, you know? I didn't think you'd be this affected."

The weight of his words hit you like a ton of bricks. You had convinced yourself that your connection with him was shallow, that you could keep your feelings in check. But now, the truth was laid bare – you had fallen for him, hard.

Tears welled up in your eyes, your voice trembling. "Is that all I am to you? Just a situationship?" you were genuinely curious.

Sunghoon looked torn, his eyes searching yours. "y/n, I care about you, but I don't think I can give you what you want. I don't want to hurt you." you turned away, your heart shattering. "Fine, then. Maybe it's better if we just stop this... whatever it is."

Days turned into weeks, and you tried your best to move on. You ignored his calls and messages, pushing your feelings down and burying yourself in work and hobbies. But every moment alone, every quiet night, was a painful reminder of the emptiness you felt.

One evening, you got invited to a party, you sat out on the balcony, needing some fresh air, lost in thought, when a knock on the door startled you. Opening it, you found Sunghoon standing there, looking nervous. "y/n, can we talk?" he asked softly.

You crossed your arms, your guard still up. "What do you want, Sunghoon?" He took a deep breath, his eyes searching yours. "I've been thinking... I realized I've been running away from my own feelings. I've been scared, y/n, but I can't deny it anymore. I care about you, more than I thought." he admitted.

Your heart raced as his words hung in the air. "Sunghoon..." you shook your head in disbelief.

He stepped closer, his voice gentle. "I was wrong to push you away. I was scared of ruining our relationship, but I don't want to lose you. Maybe we can give us a real chance?"

Tears filled your eyes, your heart thawing as the weight of his words sank in. you reached out, taking his hand. "I've missed you, Sunghoon. I was hurt, but I also realized I can't ignore my own feelings anymore." you admitted, yourself.

He smiled, a mixture of relief and affection in his eyes. "So, does this mean you're willing to give us a shot?" he smiled.

You nodded, a shy smile forming on your lips. "Yeah, maybe it's time we moved beyond being just a 'situationship'." you chuckled.

As the sun set behind you, you and Sunghoon stood on the balcony, your hands intertwined – two hearts that had been through confusion, finally finding your way to each other.

"I really like you, I can't deny it." he said, wrapping his arms around you. you blushed, "I can say the same thing about you." you looked up to him with pink cheeks and a full heart.

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theflyingfeeling · 1 year ago

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Fifth Day of Gift-Giving: Fights (and Reconciliations)

Prompt(s): It had all just been a big misunderstanding and after finding that out, all they could do was laugh or... something else 😏

Today's piece is a standalone unrelated to the previous parts (because, being a hopeless conflict-avoider myself, I just couldn't make the Olli and Allu in that story have a fight of any sort; all the pining is plenty enough suffering for them, don't you agree? 🤧). Even this one is less about the fight and more about the reconciliation, I hope you enjoy (rated M for you pleasure) 😌💞

Olli stared at the empty bag. Where there used to be a perfectly balanced, hand-picked selection of the finest Finnish pick & mix candy that were supposed to last him the whole tour, there was now but a sad pile of sugar left. He closed his eyes and attempted to counted to ten, but reaching eleven, his blood was still boiling, so he decided to keep going until he'd stop clenching his fists and maybe come up with at least some level of adult reaction to this unfortunate event – in the end, it was just candy. It's not like he had suffered great economical loss or profoundly traumatic, unforgivable abuse; that being said, he was still pretty damn bitter about having spent the whole day looking forward to keeping his brain buzzing with some sugar in between the soundcheck and the show, only to peek in his bunk and find his secret stash exceptionally candyless.

He had only one suspect: the only other person in their midst who knew of the secret stash.

Olli supposed he had only himself to blame, however; he was famililar with Aleksi's sweet tooth. Yet, in his moment of weakness (that is, lost in the man's blue eyes and the magic his hand was perfoming on Olli's cock the other night), he had revealed the nook of his bunk bed in which he kept the goodies hidden from sight. Even during their afternoon nap the day before, they had hid the small plastic bag in between them, popping a piece of salmiak or a chocolate button in their (or each other's) mouths every now and then in between cuddles and giggles. Now, Olli realised letting Aleksi that close had been an evident mistake.

"Ale?"

"Hmmmmh?" the man replied from the lounge.

"Come here for a sec."

"What for?"

"Just...," Olli inhaled and exhaled, still trying to find the words that wouldn't completely blow the whole incident out of proportion, "just come here. There's something I want to ask you."

A subtle groan sounded from the lounge (the audacity), and with lazy, dragging steps, hair mishevelled, hands in his pockets, and mouth stretched in a yawn, Aleksi appeared next to him.

"What?" Aleksi mumbled.

You're lucky you're so fucking cute, Olli thought at the sight of him. A bastard, but a cute one.

Olli steered his gaze back to the crime scene, determined to not let Aleksi's endearing appearance distract him.

"It's empty," he growled instead.

"Häh?"

"You ate my fucking candy!" Olli spat out his words.

"The fuck are you on about, dude?"

"The fuck am I–" Olli had to pause to take inhale again, failing at keeping his cool. "The fuck are you about, eating other people's food like an animal?!"

"Someone's eaten your candy?"

"Yes, YOU DID!"

"What? No I fucking didn't! Why do you think it was me?"

"Because no one else knows about the candy but you!"

"Are you sure though? It's not easy to keep secrets around here, you know, all packed up in this bus like herrings in a barrel. Eventually someone else was ought to–"

"Oh my god, Aleksi, why can't you just admit it was you?"

"BECAUSE IT WASN'T!"

"The hell are you two squabbling about down there? I'm trying to have a nap!"

The two of them were startled by Niko's head appearing from a bunk above them. Until then, it didn't occur to Olli that others may have caught up on their argument, let alone that someone may have been trying to sleep through it.

"Oh, fuck, sorry. Olli's just a bit wound up over his–"

"Ooh, yeah, I'm so unreasonably wound up alright, because Aleksi's gobbled down all my fucking–"

"Jesus, Olli, get hold of yourself, it was me!"

Olli was already prepared for another string of accusations against Aleksi when Niko's words hit him and he was left with his mouth gaping open at the unexpected twist.

"Yeah, sorry bro. Saw the bag on your bed, must have fallen there from somewhere. Couldn't really help myself, got a terrible headache and I was desperate for some sugar. I'll make it up to you, so can you please stop shouting now?"

"Uhhhmm," Olli scratced the back of his own ear, suddenly embarrassed for quite a few reasons, "yeah, sorry. It's... it's cool, don't worry about it."

He was too ashamed to look at Aleksi directly, but from the corner of his eye he could see the man raising his eyebrows at him before he stomped away to the lounge area of the bus. Olli took a moment to rub his face and let out a long sigh before walking after him.

Aleksi was already slumped on the couch, his nose as if glued to his phone screen when Olli sat next to him.

"I'm sorry, Aleksi."

Aleksi kept his eyes on his device as he spoke in an icy voice that spooked Olli to the bone.

"Oh yeah? What for? For yelling at me for no reason? For accusing me of something I hadn't even done without letting me explain myself? Or perhaps for being such an uptight control freak about your candy? Because if I had a gigantic bag of sweets on tour, I'd totally let you have–"

"Yes, yes, all of that!" Olli wailed, bonking his forehead on Aleksi's shoulder. "I was just...really looking forward to eating some today."

"Yes, that became very clear."

"Alluuuuuuuuu, I'm sorryyyyyyyy," Olli whined against the man's sweater.

"Don't you 'Allu' me, I'm still upset," Aleksi muttered, although Olli could already feel him soften.

"Is there anything I could do to stop you being upset with me? I really am so sorry." To maximise the effect of his (at least partly innocent) plea, Olli stick out his bottom lip in a pout and put on his best puppy-eyes act. He almost struggled keeping his frown from turning into a victorious grin when Aleksi side-eyed him, lips twitching.

"Guess we can think of... something."

Olli was already loving the sound of that.

~*~*~

Olli wasn't exactly sure how 'trying to keep as quiet as possible while having your dick sucked by your bandmate in a moving tourbus in the middle of the night while everyone else was asleep' was an apology rather than a punishment, but he wasn't complaining, quite the contrary; Aleksi's restrained moans were honey to his ears, his soft thighs felt heavenly under his palms, and the twitch of Aleksi's cock between his lips made blood rush to his own hardening member.

"Ahh, fuck, Olli, feels so good," Aleksi whispered breathlessly. Olli could tell he was close to finishing from the way his hips kept jerking, thrusting his erection deeper in Olli's greedy mouth, and the way his hands were grasping the cushions of the lounge sofa. Determined to catch Aleksi at his climax, Olli kept his eyes nailed to Aleksi's fluttering ones as he removed one hand from Aleksi's hip bone and wrapped his fingers around Aleksi's glistening cock, with just the tip remaining in his mouth.

Aleksi's soft whines then turned into surprised gasps when Olli's hand began working on his cock, pumping it while his tongue flicked around the sensitive head over and over until he could feel hot spurts of Aleksi's cum on his tongue and lips. He kept stroking the now pulsating erection, his lips grazing the tip just lightly enough to know it was driving Aleksi insane, not stopping until Aleksi's heavy panting turned into sobs from how sensitive he was becoming.

Having cleaned them both up, Olli sat next to blissful Aleksi and began palming the bulge on the front of his own trousers.

"So. Was that alright for you? Are we even now?"

"Oh, for sure, that was... that was nice. Thanks," Aleksi slurred, still trying to calm down his breathing. "Although... it's... not the whole truth, maybe. What Niko told you."

Olli furrowed his brows.

"What's that's supposed to mean?"

"I mean... yes, Niko ate the candy, but he didn't eat all of it. I had also been to your stash earlier today, but I swear I had put it back where I took it! I guess it really had rolled out, like Niko said, and... well."

Olli weighed Aleksi's words in his mind, still casually massaging his own erection through his pants.

"I see," he nodded.

"Please don't be mad. I promise I'll never eat your candy without asking ever again."

"Oh, you better," Olli snorted, "but, ummmm. Obviously I can't let this go unpunished."

"I'll do anything, as long as you won't start screaming at me like that again."

Honey to his ears.

"You would, huh?" Olli leaned in closer to whisper his command in Aleksi's ear, his nose brushing the soft hair on Aleksi's temple. "Better get on your knees, then."

#blind channel fanfiction #blind channel rpf #ollixallu #24 days of gift-giving by theflyingfeeling #have a spicy tuesday evening y'all 🥰#back to the ''main'' story tomorrow! 💖

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im-a-matt-girl · 2 years ago

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Okay but listen: I can’t get a little something with Matt out of my head

Like maybe Reader is the last one at work and closing out but there’s a scary dude outside, so she calls Matt to pick her up? Maybe something along the lines of “Can you please come and get me?”

And then just a comfortable drive home with some chit chat after a long day?

Just a thought and as always only if you’re comfortable with that! <3

i'm so glad we all agree that Matt is the protector of the trio ♡

Hooray, I get to close at work alone tonight. It's fine, there's not many guests at this time, so it's not too crazy.

Once the last guest leaves, I turn off the "open" sign and shut the curtains. That should keep anyone else from coming in. I open the cash register to start counting the money, and as soon as I'm done zipping it up in the envelope, I look up and see someone standing in front of me.

"Oh! Can I help you?" I say. I don't know why he came in. Maybe he needs help?

Instead of answering me, he just wobbles a bit, leering at me. He reeks of alcohol, and while I don't want to make any assumptions, I also don't want to take my chances.

I quickly turn around, reaching into my pocket for my phone. I call you, silently hoping that you'll answer quickly.

"Hey," you answer.

"Can you please come and get me? I'm at work," I say hurriedly, in a hushed voice.

"Yep," you say. The phone hangs up.

I can't believe I forgot to lock the door. Of course, this would happen the one time I forget.

I turn back around to face the man, and he's still staring at me, a faraway look in his eyes.

I smile meekly, trying to not appear like a threat to him. I don't know how unpredictable he is, and I don't want to startle him into doing something dangerous. "How is your night going?" I ask him, trying to make conversation.

He mumbles something inaudible to me, but I nod as though I understand him.

"I see," I say.

Just then, you walk through the door. "You ready to go, Honey?" you ask me.

"Yep," I say, quickly making my way toward you. "How did you get here so fast?"

"I was already on my way when you called," you explain. Then, you nod toward the strange man. "Who's this guy?"

"I don't know," I answer. "I don't know how to get rid of him, either. He's giving me the creeps," I whisper to you.

"Hey, buddy," you say to him.

He turns around to look at you, breathing through his mouth.

You motion for him to follow you outside. "Why don't we go for a nice, refreshing walk?" you say in a calm voice.

To my surprise, he follows you, and you lead him outside to the bus stop on the sidewalk, close to the shop. I watch from a safe distance, just to make sure that nothing bad happens. I have my hand on my phone in my pocket, ready to dial 911 if I have to.

When you return, you smile at me. "Guy's harmless," you tell me. "But I get why you were creeped out."

"Thank you so much," I say, giving you a hug. I feel so safe in your arms.

"No problem," you say, hugging me close. "Let's go home."

#matt sturniolo x reader #fic #op #pov: yours #ask #orangetreekid #criticism from requester accepted ♡

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quotidian-oblivion · 2 years ago

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Congratulations on your 100s! That is super awesome!

Since you asked for a prompt, I've got a fluffy and a whumpy idea, but ofc don't feel obligated to do either:

Whumpy: Someone Dangerous discovers that 9yo Timmy knows who Batman is...

Fluffy: Damian collecting a series of increasingly non-domesticated animals and naming them after his siblings. When asked, he gives an embarrassing reason (the turtle is called Drake bc he moves at the same speed Drake's neurons fire), but the internal monologue reveals something really sweet (turtles are slow and careful, reflecting Tim's strategic nature)

Congratulations again, and have fun writing whatever drabble you choose!

Me, munching on an easter bunny chocolate at 3:04 am in the morning and reading this: *whisper-squeals* Thank you *voice cracks*

This is honestly one of the best day (night) of my life??? Not only a 100 followers on Tumblr and Ao3, but an ask from sardonic-sprite? LORD have mercy on me because I'm about to melt.

I love the prompts so much!!! I think I might do both since it's just gonna be drabbles and I don't need to go too deep (bcuz honestly, I'm exhausted from the last ten nights of Ramadan where some Muslims stay up all night). So... Imma just post it here then post them both on ao3 when possible.

Thank you so mcuh sprite 🥲 I appreciate it.

WHUMPY:

Pluviophile

Tim hated the rain.

The wet clothes, the soggy socks, the squelch of the shoes, the water showering from the sky and barging into people’s lives; an uninvited guest. Not to mention the increased risk of pneumonia and hypothermia for someone who didn’t have an umbrella or a warm(er) jacket. He really should have been more prepared.

But his camera bag was torn from last night’s mishap with the drunk muggers and he really wanted to go out tonight because Nightwing was coming to Gotham after three months and he and Robin always got up to the best of shenanigans when together. He had nearly half a wall filled with printed pictures of their endless pranks, most of them on Batman himself.

Looking at the pictures, it wasn’t hard to imagine that Batman was secretly a softie. That Bruce Wayne was secretly a softie.

Tim sighed and tugged the not-thick-enough jacket closer around himself, leaning back on the fire escape rails and gathering the motivation to get up and leave the snug, rare dry spot under the roof to go catch his bus. It was time to call it a night, but Tim didn’t want to leave.

Rain loudly splattered onto every surface, sounding like a million bins dancing to a jig.

“Should you be out here?” a voice called from below.

Tim startled, but kept still. He had plenty of experience being silent and invisible. Maybe the man below was speaking to someone else?

“I am addressing you, child.”

Maybe there was another child?

“We’re the only two people here. Everyone else is fast asleep.”

Tim gulped and didn’t move, he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Very well.”

There was silence. It stretched out for several minutes, only the sound of thudding rain echoing in the alley. Tim stopped counting at 560. He finally released a long shaky breath and opened his eyes, only for thunder to boom and lightning to strike, showing a large man sitting right in front of him.

Tim gasped, but his breath got caught in his throat, so a squeak came out instead.

The man grinned, his bushy black beard parting way to a scary smile. Two scratch scars on his face scrunched up as his eyes crinkled in a smile. “Hello,” he said, clearly audible over the storm.

Tim gulped.

“I won’t hurt you if you take a moment to listen to me.”

Tim’s hands started shaking.

“I’ll take that as a yes then.” The man shifted, sitting in a criss-cross position on the fire escape and taking up most of the space, leaving only a few inches gap between the two of them. His dripping coat released water, spreading the puddle enough to touch Tim’s legs. Tim pushed himself further into the fire escape rails.

“My name is Vandal Savage,” began the man in a deep, calm voice. “And I have come to seek help from you.”

Me? Tim wanted to ask, but his throat was still clogged up.

“I came upon a source that said that you were a rare bright child. An interesting and possibly dangerous specimen.”

I’m not an animal for you to bid, Tim wanted to retort, but his voice failed him once again.

“I’m sure you’re busy, so I’ll keep this brief.” Vandal Savage leaned forward. “Is it true? That you know who the Batman is?”

An unexpected sound pulled itself up his throat, resembling something between a squeak and a growl. Tim winced.

Vandal Savage eyed his face, then his body, scrutinizing his body language. Tim shifted uncomfortably. “Come with me,” he then suddenly said.

Tim stilled once more. But this time, his throat finally started doing its job. Tim swallowed and hoarsely sounded out a very confused, “What?”

“Come with me,�� Vandal Savage repeated.

His breathing was morphing into short bursts of undiluted panic. “Wh— Why— What if I say no?”

Vandal Savage tilted his head. Then he smiled.

Chills crawled up and down Tim’s spine and he knew that he was doomed.

Savage did not say anything else, he stood up and jumped down the fire escape, landing on the ground with a soft ‘squelch’. He took one last glance at Tim before walking away.

Tim sat unmoving for a few seconds, catching up on his breath.

He wasn’t going to follow him. No way. That was crazy. He was going to go home. Mhm, he was going to go home and huddle up in his cozy bed, plop some headphones on and blare music loud enough to keep the memory away. Savage didn’t say that he was going to hurt him if Tim refused, so it should be safe enough. He wasn’t going to follow Savage. He wasn’t.

Tim took a deep breath and picked up his camera, shoving it into his bag. Curse this whole night. Couldn’t he have waited until tomorrow to take some pictures? It wasn’t like Nightwing was going to leave after just a day. He wasn’t his parents.

He hoisted his bag on his shoulders and climbed down from the fire escape. He looked down at the ground, ignoring the rain and the chills still running down his spine, when he collided with a fully solid surface. He looked up to see Savage, smiling down at him. A Cheshire cat smile. Except without the teeth.

Savage did not grab his wrist to pull him towards where he wanted to go. He just turned and walked.

Tim was not following him. He was not.

His steps fell behind Savage, squelching through the gray, dirty Gotham rain.

Suddenly, a flash of red and yellow got caught in Tim’s peripheral vision. He stopped walking. So did Savage.

Robin and Nightwing were talking animatedly with each other on just the next roof. Batman was nowhere to be seen.

Tim stared at them, mentally urging them to turn around, look here, please! But they never did. He didn’t know if Savage would hurt him if he yelled or tried to get their attention. He could, however, kick the empty can in front of him.

Trying to be as casual as possible, he brought his foot slightly backwards and punted the Pepsi can, making it crash against the fire hydrant at the side.

Thunder just then decided to clap against the sky. Lightning followed suit and Robin and Nightwing disappeared. The can came to a stop.

“I love the rain,” Savage said, smiling at the sky. “I’m a pluviophile. It’s so peaceful, isn’t it?” He turned to Tim.

Tim felt his bones seize with dread and he looked down, resigned.

“Come,” Savage prompted, stalking forward, his feet barely making any noise.

Tim followed, his shoes filling up with water and soaking his socks. He didn’t know where he was being led, but at least he could enjoy his home city one last time.

FLUFFY:

Regarding The Workings Of A Zoo

“What. The fuck.”

“Tt. I knew I had accurately named my turtle.” Damian threw some more turtle feed into the pond. “Drake is a most excellent turtle. Much unlike his predecessor.”

Tim turned to Dick. “Are you seeing this?”

Dick rubbed the back of his neck. “Seeing what?”

“Damian replaced me with a turtle.”

“It’s not my fault that his movements fire faster than your neurons, Drake.”

Dick gave an insecure smile. Tim glared at him and folded his arms.

“What about the chicken?” Steph asked, popping another grape into her mouth from the large bowl she was holding.

“Her name is Todd.”

Dick’s snort quickly turned into a cough.

Jason looked up from the frog. “Excuse me?”

“You’re excused,” Damian simply said, patting Drake the turtle’s head as it neared him.

“What’s the frog then?” Jason frowned.

“Brown.”

Steph choked on a grape. Tim thumped her back. “Now that’s mean,” she said once she stopped coughing.

Damian shrugged.

“Who am I then?” Dick asked, sounding curious but hesitant at the same time.

Damian looked at him straight in the eye and declared, “Meerkat.”

The four of them bulged their eyes at him.

“And where is it?” Dick questioned.

“He’s on his way. I needed time to prepare a room for his mob.”

“What are we, a zoo?” Tim scrunched his nose.

“Tt.” Damian rolled his eyes, closing the turtle pellet jar. “I must take my leave now. I have school. Do not touch my pets while I am away.”

They watched as he walked away haughtily, nose stuck up in the air.

“Tell me why Bruce allowed him to have pets again?” Tim voiced out loud.

“He survived a League attack without killing anyone. It’s actually a pretty big achievement,” Dick replied.

Jason groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “This family is fucked up in so many ways.”

Steph kicked him in the shin. “You’re one to talk.”

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Dear Mother,

I am required to write this letter to you as part of my school assignment, but not post it. It should be handed back to my so-called “teacher” at the end. I did not originally have a topic, but after much deliberation with Father, I finally settled upon writing about my new pets.

This isn’t meant to be shown to anyone, so if someone reveals this information, they will be found by GCPD in a street corner as a cold corpse at precisely midnight there will be consequences.

Firstly, I have Drake the turtle. He is a very nice and gentle creature with eyes that constantly smile though they are dark. I’ve named him Drake because he is slow and careful, much like the real Drake’s strategic nature. Drake the turtle at first did not like me when I neared him at the beach. However, once I showed myself as a friend and proceeded to help him with the plastic bag around his shell, he did not like leaving my side.

Secondly, I have Todd the chicken. From the times I have seen him at the manor and the rare occasions I go to his safehouse when injured, I have observed him constantly worrying and fretting about the tiniest thing. He worries whether someone has eaten, or drunk water, or has a scratch, or even a paper cut. Grayson once described him as a “mother hen”. And Todd the chicken, when I saw her, she was fretting over her chick who was rejecting a worm. Immediately, I made the connection.

Then, there is Brown the frog. I told her that I named him Brown because he was as ugly as her, but that was not the truth. Once during our other school assignments, I discovered that frogs symbolize rebirth. Brown truly made up her own identity, by herself, might I add. I… I still struggle with my past, Mother. I am ashamed to admit but…

In any case, Brown has gotten over that obstacle. I wish she would teach me how. Brown the frog on the other hand, is extremely bubbly and never stays still. It was accurate of me to name him after Brown.

Finally, there is Grayson the meerkat. Grayson is confused, he does not know if it is an insult or a compliment. He does not know that meerkats have one in their mob look out for danger, constantly keeping the others safe. I’ve seen Grayson scan an environment like the arcade before letting me roam free. He is worried, and does not know how else to show. I am hoping he will learn to calm down once in a while. Like Grayson the meerkat who always joins in to play with his mob no matter what.

I know you are not very fond of pets, Mother. But I still think about Noora, the bird you once gifted me during my stay at Nanda Parbat as a child. I am thinking of getting another bird, but… I am not so sure. I feel worried that I might lose it if I get another bird. Much like how I lost Noora to Grandfather. I hope you are keeping her grave clean as I am not there to do so myself.

I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, Mother. Including bringing me to Father’s family. His whole family.

Kind Regards,

Damian

These were supposed to be drabbles. Not around a thousand words long! In any case, it's 6AM and my eyes are burning. I got a little too into things and, uh, yeah finished both of these in one sitting.

Thanks so much for the prompts again, Sprite! I loved them!

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bruinhilda · 1 year ago

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Horror For the Holidays, October 1st

Today, we'll start with a personal ghost story. Sort of.

Hawaii has quite a few ghost stories, if you ask around. But what you might notice is how casual a lot of them are. "Oh yeah, that place haunted, brah. Lots of people see it. No worries." It's just perfectly normal to expect in some places you'll encounter some of the weirdest shit you'd expect to see in a horror movie. You just try to take sensible precautions with some of it, the same way you would a high-crime area.

The library I work in has one of these casual hauntings. It's not a constant thing, and a fair number of people just laugh at it when the old-timers talk about it. And hey, I'm an old-timer now, and I've seen a few things! So let me share.

We call the ghost "Vicky." This is because a janitor we had once reported seeing a woman in a white, victorian-type dress standing by the shelves early one morning. Like a lot of ghosts out here, she had no feet. Now, he's the only person who's ever seen this, and he was a man who did the drugs of the band scene he was also in. And the kind of guy who would just talk story, so there's potential bullshit there. But hey, had to call it something, right? And honestly, it's a little less scary if you have a persona and name for your ghost.

We'd have periods of activity, with little things going missing or moving around. Odd glitches. One of the warning signs would be the security gate randomly going off with no one standing near it. Another was that this one travel book in the reference section would just up and disappear. It always reappeared on the shelf within a few months.

All pretty harmless. But it can be a bit spooky to be in the building by yourself. Especially when you hear things banging or footsteps behind you. For awhile, this one printer would just randomly start clicking whenever I was alone doing bookdrop duty or in before anyone else.

The only real problem I've had is occasionally having the sense of someone leaning over my shoulder. There's no sense of anything malicious, but you try keeping your mind on your work when your brain is insisting that there's someone RIGHT THERE WHEN YOU'RE ALONE. Dammit, Vicky!

Back in the day, I'd play CDs. This backfired horribly once when I played some Gaelic Storm, because the presence intensified MASSIVELY. Vicky apparently really likes peppy celtic rock. Who knew? These days, it's usually a selection of youtube playlists when I do bookdrop duty. Just so I don't hear random things in the background to put my hackles up.

I've only seen something in there once. (Aside from little corner-of-the-eye flashes, which I don't count because those can happen anywhere.)

It was early morning, and I was once again in before the janitor (who was starting to come in later and later for personal reasons.) I was getting in super early not to work, but because the bus would be so crowded even a little bit later I couldn't get off on my stop. It was easier to just come in early and spend the hour or so drinking coffee and reading in the breakroom.

So I come in, yeah, once again our janitor is not on duty like he should be. So I open the gate and the one connecting door, then use the bathroom.

The hallway light is on, and I don't bother turning the bathroom light on, because I can see well enough.

Now, the layout is, the break room is where you enter the building. There's a closed door, which leads to a very short hallway containing the staff bathroom and water fountain. Next to the bathroom is the staff workroom, and beyond that, the library. Opposite all this is a heavy sliding glass door leading to the patio garden.

So I'm sitting there, and I hear footsteps in the workroom. Someone wearing rubber slippers. Startling, but not completely concerning by itself. Back then, it was possible to enter the building by unlocking a side door and just walking through the library, so the assumption here would be that the janitor has just arrived and come in this way. Except that's weird, because it would mean he parked by the door I came in, and then walked around the entire building to enter in a non-standard way.

The footsteps walk past the door. And I SEE the shadow of someone passing in the gap under the door. I hear the change of steps on carpet to steps on the tile.

And they stop. The two exits are close by, and very loud, and it's quiet. I would hear someone leaving, and would know which door from the sound. And I hear nothing. Nobody is knocking around the kitchen. Nobody is using the sink. No more footsteps.

I'm weirded out now, and I do a cautious exit, in full anxiety mode. It takes me a few minutes, because I do NOT want to exit and get jumped by something that might be waiting two feet away.

Nobody's there. The janitor has not arrived, and will in fact not arrive for another ten minutes. Ten minutes I spend flipping lights on and checking for an intruder.

Fortunately, this was a work day, not solo bookdrop duty. I might have had real trouble working by myself after that little incident.

It still bothers me, even though it was harmless and nothing else ever happened. As my sister says, potty time is private and it's rude to spook someone using the toilet. And while it's been a long time since I've had anything like that happen in the building, I still can't use that bathroom when I'm there alone unless I keep the door propped open.

Goddammit, Vicky!

#horror for the holidays #ghosts #haunting #personal experience #do ghosts exist?#beats me #but weird shit happens sometimes #and you gotta call it *something*

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browngurl99 · 2 years ago

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Title: It's beautiful life, beautiful day

Fandom: Banana Fish

Relationships: Ash Lynx/Okumura Eiji

Tags: Reincarnation AU, First meetings, Stream of consciousness (Kind of?) Pov alternating (it's mostly Ash though), Implied spoilers, Hopeful/Happy ending

Warnings: Mentions of Death

Ao3

It had been a month since Ash landed in Japan and three weeks since he moved into an apartment. He did not buy the apartment. The owner was nicer to him than he expected. Perks of being a foreigner, I guess. He had thought as the owner had handed him the key to the apartment.

He does not know why he came to Japan. His family and friends were not against him wanting to move to Japan. But they were curious. Why? They asked. Ash could not answer. He could not tell them that he himself did not know why he wanted to go to Japan. He wanted to go to Japan for a reason that was a stranger to him. Almost as if someone he dearly knew was here.

Sigh. He should not be questioning his life in the middle of a library. He was trying to find some good Japanese books in order to improve his vocabulary in the language. This was not the appropriate time for this.

He picked a book and sat on a chair to read.

This was the best time of the day for him. Working at a Kindergarten school as a teacher was pretty exhausting. He admired kids but sometimes they could be a headache. When reading a book, He was not working and he could spend time with himself without his thoughts surrounding him like hunters surrounding their prey.

It was raining quite heavily. Ash was glad he brought an umbrella.

A young man made his way inside, his clothes drenched from the rain.

"Excuse me. Do you mind if I'm here till the rain stops?"

"There's no problem with that. Just try to keep quiet." Said the Librarian.

Ash's attention was pulled towards the man for a reason he cannot explain. Usually his surroundings do not bother him much when he is reading.

The man turned to Ash as he felt his eyes on himself.

Maybe it was the Lightning that suddenly struck when their eyes met but Ash felt his heart jump in his chest and his breath being stuck in his throat.

The man possessed black hair. His eyes were brown and big like a deers. His skin was tanned.

Ash felt an amount of Indescribable emotions because of his presence.

He suddenly felt a sort of hesitance. He tore his eyes away from the man and let out a sigh.

What was that?

Ash saw the man's face drop from a corner of his eye. He looked away as well. And sat at a table in the front.

A Foreigner's presence in Japan was not unusual to Eiji since the last few years.

But for some reason he sensed a sort of shock when his eyes fell on that person. Something one would feel if someone who left them long ago came back - Startled, Curious and even overwhelmingly Happy.

He did not even feel this with any of his close friends or the people he had dated. He still could not quite describe what he was sensing, whether it was attraction or remembrance.

It felt like this was Fate. If it did not rain heavily, then Eiji would not have placed his foot in this Library. In fact, he hated libraries. He did not have any particular reason for hating them, He just did.

Libraries - Silent, very silent, a place where people only bother with books rather than a person. A man could literally pass away in silence and yet, no one would notice. That is how silent libraries were. Not to mention, Eiji was not a fan of silence. To him, too much silence felt like mourning. He liked noises, which always reminded him that there were people around him, including those he loved.

He just needed a shelter to save himself from the rain. He could have stayed under the roof of the cafe or the flower shop, which were right in front of the library. But for some reason he felt like stepping his feet in this library. He walked in without a second thought the moment he saw the library. For a few seconds, he forgot that he hated libraries.

Eiji could not get himself to look away from him. But when the person looked away, he felt a sudden emptiness in his chest. He did not have any choice but to look away as well.

What is this? Do I know him?

Eiji wanted to go up and start a conversation with this person. But what would he say? He could not find any words to come up with. The words he did not know were stuck in his throat.

Eiji tried to distract himself from him by trying to read a book. He felt a pull towards him. The urge to look at him again kept bothering Eiji.

His eyes read the words in the book before him but his mind focused back to that one person again.

Eiji's subconscious acted quicker than him and before he realized it, he was peeking over the book at that person.

Such captivating eyes.

The person looked back at Eiji. Eiji gasped ; His throat suddenly felt dry. The green eyes staring back at him shone, almost as if they were glistening with tears.

Is he crying?

He looked away. Again. He lightly shook his head. He resumed reading the book in front of him.

Why was I crying?

Ash was bemused. He could not get the person out of his mind, whom he merely made eye contact with. When their eyes met again, Ash resisted to brush off an overwhelming sensation. This sensation felt happy but somehow painful, so much that he felt tears form in his eyes.

He did catch him looking at him. Did that mean he also felt something like Ash did? Maybe.

Ash's thoughts were running in a circle. The same questions were repeating in his head.

Do I know him?

When did I meet him?

Ash let out a hiss in frustration. He could not stop thinking about that person but he also did not have the courage to go up and start a conversation.

Is he thinking what I am? No, there's no way.

The rain had stopped after 30 minutes. But the man was still in the library. He seemed like he was reading the book before him. But Ash could not hear any sound of a page turning which could be clearly heard from the distance from where he was sat.

Must be a slow reader.

Ash was done with reading. He was supposed to leave but he really did not want to. He hesitated for a moment before getting up.

I think I should just leave

Eiji could swear he tried to read and focus on the book before. But reading the words again and again did not make them connect together. His brain was functioning like a kid's. The words were right in front of him but his brain was too busy to comprehend any meaning to those words.

He took off his glasses and put them in a box. It seemed like he was done with reading that book. He got up from the table he was sitting at. Eiji's heartbeat quickened.

Is he leaving?

He looked sad. His brows were knitted and his lips in a thin line. His eyes seemed to say so many unspoken words.

Is he going to come here?

The person turned to the direction which led to the door. He walked with slow and heavy steps. Thus, he stepped out of the library without even taking a glance at Eiji.

Eiji felt empty on the inside. It was like a hole was punched in his chest. He immediately got up. His body moved quicker than his mind.

He ran out of the library. He hoped in his heart to see him. There was also fear that he will disappear before Eiji could reach him.

Please don't go.

Ash did not want to acknowledge how a something in his chest felt hollow. He has met so many people ; Some became his acquaintances, friends, he dated some of them and some just remained strangers. That man was different from any of them. His presence was thrilling but somehow comforting at the same time.

He is just a stranger.

He felt as if they had met before. But he was not able to do anything about it because he could not remember how or when. He could have introduced himself like a normal person but he was unable to find words to speak when he looked at him. And For some reason he cannot explain, he was afraid, very afraid.

Thus, He put a rock on his heart and walked away from the library.

I will probably not see him again

Then, He heard a voice.

"Excuse me?"

Ash turned around. His heart started beating so rhythmically and loudly, a musician could record it and use it as beats in a song. Ash swallowed by nervousness. The Rest of the world was like invisible to him because of a certain stranger.

Black Hair, Big Brown eyes, Tanned Skin - The man he kept stealing quiet glances with at the Library.

It seemed like he was breathing heavily. His eyes said so many words that Ash could not quite comprehend. He was surely a lot more courageous than Ash.

"I'm sorry if this sounds wrong. But Ever since I saw you in the Library, I feel like… we have met before."

Ash was surprised at his boldness. It hit Ash that both of them were lingering in the same bubble of emotions. He opened his mouth to say something but the words he prepared to say kept getting rejected by his own mind. Then, He took a deep breath again and let his words out.

"Would you believe me if I said that I feel that too? I feel like I have met you before this, but I can't remember when or how."

The man's lips curved into a wide smile. It was a very beautiful smile. Ash felt himself silently gasping at that smile. How could a man he never knew make him feel such ineffable emotions?

"Maybe if we get to know each other well, we will remember everything."

Ash did not hate his suggestion. In fact, he wanted nothing more than getting to know this man by his soul.

"I would like that." Ash said.

Ash could feel his heartbeat pick up a faster pace. He could not help but smile. His smile, eyes, overall presence radiated so much warmth. The wind in the atmosphere was pretty cold because of the rain but he made Ash feel warm. He wished this moment could stop forever.

"So, What's your name?"

#banana fish #banana fish fic #ash lynx #okumura eiji #asheiji #ash x eiji

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holdonunreal · 6 months ago

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Chapter 2: New addition

It's a long way to school, and there aren't even any lessons? But a speech about an exam tomorrow leaves all the students shaking. And then Theres this Sunshine Girl in the Bus...

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Yes, welcome to the second chapter of this fanfiction. 5000 words and that for a chapter where not even that much happens, how many will there be in the next one? Yes Y/N meets DogDay, maybe even someone else?

Y/N Pov:

I haven't dreamed anything for a few weeks now, I don't know if it has anything to do with my ability. Or maybe because I just can't fall asleep normally anymore, I listen to music until late at night and then can't fall asleep. But I bought some sleeping pills a while ago and they really help. I don't dream anything and wake up suddenly in the morning...'But at least I can sleep'.

And with that I wake up again, startled slightly by my alarm clock, but then remember my miserable life and that today is the first day of the second semester. I sit up slowly and reach straight for my phone. After a quick facial recognition, I see my face on the display, circles around my eyes and a tired look. I'm about to open WhatsApp but see the time... I have to hurry

I jump out of bed and stand in the middle of my room. There's something lying around everywhere, whether it's packaging waste, books or something else. 'I haven't read a single one'. I stand in front of my white wardrobe, the only partially clean thing in my room. I just grab a gray zip up hoodie and matching pants and quickly put them on in front of my closet. I don't have a mirror in my room, 'I don't like to see myself' It just reminds me of how I look and how I wish I couldn't stand in front of the mirror in the first place. I turn around again and pick up my bag next to my bed, looking at it lightly on my back. I quickly grab my phone and put on my headphones, but now I really have to go.

I walk slowly through the living room, just hoping not to meet anyone. I'd rather be alone... and not talk to anyone. I walk quickly into the small white kitchen, go to ten points to get to a high cupboard and take out a small glass. I take it in my hand and quickly put it under the tap, I want to feel it again. I concentrate on the handle of the water...Slowly it is pulled up as if by magic and water flows into my glass. I try to use my 'telekinesis' at least once a day, Karasu told me, why? He didn't tell me.

I feel my parched throat refreshed by the water flowing slowly down my throat and I look at the clock hanging above the kitchen. I quickly put the glass down again and run to the door, open it quickly and without even looking back I walk out...

It's pleasant, but my body is really cold. I've been thinking the whole time about the class that would take place today, after all there's always a small meeting at the beginning of the semester...I hope Karasu is in the same group I fiddle around a bit nervously on my phone and check if a plan has already been uploaded, after all I'm in the year group for some reason... Because I can't find a plan I should listen to music first...

(‘Without you I can not breathe... I can not sleep i can't...’)

I walk slowly and try to walk straight, my feet are starting to hurt and I really have to be careful not to get a cramp right now. I look at the trees along the road and wonder if there will ever be anything else here. 'I don't think so'. I can already see the main road in the distance and it will take me just under ten minutes to get to the bus stop.

(‘come back...’)

Shit, I have to be really careful now and can't afford to make any mistakes. Otherwise I'll just be thrown out without anything and that'll be it. I won't be accepted anywhere like this... After all, I missed half a year and have such a bad report card that even missing the whole year would be better. But then what? If I don't work anywhere and have no more tasks...in my whole life*. I think if I don't make it through the year and get kicked out I will do it... I have no point in living anymore anyway.

(‘Without you I can not breathe I can not sleep’)

My vision slowly becomes slightly foggy and I know I'm almost there. Instead of meadows and grass, I see more and more roads... The soft green and now the dry grey, the color of the roads and the combination of the dust that comes up when people drive past makes me feel sick. 'I wish I could just go back to sleep' But I know the consequences and I have to start pulling myself together now. At least I can see the bus stop from a distance...

I walk slowly towards the bus stop and try to process everything again... When I think about it, 'What use is telekinesis to me anyway?' Will I even need it in the future? I remember what college was like in general... The people, the rooms and the teachers. I'm already hoping that I'll have different teachers than before, they were all awful...

I'm just about to sit down at the small covered bus stop when I see the yellow bus arriving from afar. I hope there are good seats available, after all I don't want to sit next to anyone. 'No one wants to sit next to me' The bus stops right in front of me and I can literally hear the air being let out of the tires, now the bus is a little lower and the clean yellow doors open without a single sound. I slowly lift my legs and get on, 'The bus is bloody empty' I don't see anyone apart from one person. The bus driver doesn't wait and immediately closes the doors again, and I slowly creep through to the back. In the middle of the bus sits a girl with a green one, and while I look at her for a second...I notice how she's already staring at me Shit.

I get straight back into gear and continue walking to the end of the bus. I don't like sitting right at the back, as there is a long space where just under seven or eight people can fit. I sit down in front of the last row in one of the standard two-seater seats, 'I haven't missed this bus one bit'. It's still quiet and I can look out of the window while listening to music... But once we really get into the city it gets bad.

('It's beautiful,Let me out,Just like he did')

The view from the window is somehow different from a year ago, houses I've never seen before, schoolchildren running to the next stop.

('I wish we never did, It's all his fucking fault, He thought that I was him')

The view from the window makes me want to close my eyes and go to sleep...forever. The beautiful view of the colorful houses and meadows is getting grayer and grayer and all the cars that are now driving next to the damn bus. The drivers keep looking up instead of paying attention to the road. At that moment, my phone vibrates slightly and I reach straight into my pocket with my hands to get it out. On the lock screen, I briefly stop my music to check where the message came from... Whatsapp?

I see the name of the year group appear and immediately notice how my hands start to sweat... 'I've almost forgotten where I'm going now'. As I'm unlocking my phone, it vibrates again in my hand and I startle slightly. It was Karasu, he was simply texting:

"Dude, where's the fucking bus? Where is it right now?" Oh yes, he's getting on at the city stop, that's about three stops away. Just as I look at my phone I notice a small shadow covering my display...What the?-

"Ehm Is the seat next to you free?" If I wasn't already staring, I was 100% doing it now.

A tall girl with blonde hair stood in the middle of my seat. She looks down at me and looks deep into my eyes. She's beautiful. Shit, what did she want again?

"Hey DogDay we're sitting back here come on!" And with that she continues to walk from my seat to the back, while I stare after her with my mouth open like an idiot...fucking hell I try to turn my head backwards as inconspicuously as possible to see her. How her long and soft hair flies through the air with every step, as if it weighed nothing at all. My heart is suddenly beating so fast and my stomach feels so warm. 'What is this feeling?' DogDay? Did they say from back there? Who is that?

I keep looking and see who she's sitting with, a group. A few guys but mostly just girls, there are eight people in total. They all look fucking different, one wears glasses, the other runs his fingers through his hair all the time, and this DogDay Girl sits down in the middle and starts a conversation with everyone. I can't hear what she and this little red-haired girl are talking about, but the way her mouth is moving and she's smiling all the time...

"Dude, you're drooling!" Fuck, Karasu? When did the bus stop? Did he fucking see the way I was looking or not? I turn around quickly and he's standing in the middle of the bus aisle looking at me. He's watching me? For how long? I didn't even notice that the bus had stopped...

"Come on, make room for me exchange student!" He's way too loud, and he's still looking at me like I've done something wrong...'I am Disgusting' He sits down very slowly, but without taking his eyes off me. Karasu is an observer, he reads body language like it's a book... I always feel uncomfortable But he's still the best friend you can have...and my only one.

"I d-diidn't d-...drool..." Shit, now I'm stuttering too, I have to do something quickly so I don't look like the biggest idiot. I look at my phone again and want to start playing music again, but karasu snatches it out of my hand.

"Yeeeeesss you did! How about you go talk to her, huh?" Is he fucking crazy now? You want me to talk to her? There's worlds between me and this Girl. Besides, she smiles all the time and...'I'm not good enough'. Karasu looks at me and I think he knows what I'm thinking, after all, he hands me back my phone and just keeps grinning. I open it immediately and play the music loudly again to take my mind off things.

('I know I've been leavin' y'all hangin' dry, but It's time to switch it up, I wanna get soaked')

I can't remember anything about the subject matter from last year... While I'm thinking, I can already see the huge building. My hands start to tremble slightly as I slowly come down to earth. Fail an exam once or miss too long and thats it...with my life.

('Like, Real soaked')

The bus slowly comes to a halt and everyone runs straight to the front to leave it. I don't pay attention to anyone, I have to concentrate from now on and can't afford to make any mistakes. Karasu and I are the last to get up and walk slowly to the door to get out. When I think back, the only subject I ever liked at school was chemistry, in every other subject you sit around and copy what you're told or what you read off a piece of paper. But in chemistry class you have to work practically and really apply your knowledge, I have to do my best in chemistry. Every other subject is easy...If you can just memorize things.

"So your academic comeback starts now, right?" Karasu really always tries to get me to talk, but sometimes it just gets too much. I rather like being alone...I dont know if i like it...or if im just used to it.

"Yeah... have you heard anything about the end of year meeting?" I try to talk a little off topic, I already know how much pressure is on me and I can't afford to be nervous right now.

"Yes, of course! It's been in the group for days!"

"In which group?"

"The year group, you Dumbass!"

"Huh?"

"Don't worry, I'll ad you right in, we have to go to hall F2!"

"Yes, just show the way"

"Of course Boss"

And off we go, through the huge square in front of the college, with streets and buildings everywhere. Gyms and huge white laboratories that you can only get into if you have important authorizations. After all, there's also the Playtime Co. that makes some kind of chemicals or something, 'I can only dream of working there anyway'. Finally past all the streets where cars were constantly passing by, we are now on the real campus. The huge college building and the many sports fields...How did I get in here?

We walk past the big red doors labeled Main Entrance and walk over to one of the smaller buildings and enter it through slightly smaller blue doors. This is the dormitory and as far as I know Boxy lives here. He was lucky enough to get a place here and still almost always manages to be late, 'But at least he went to college...'

Around seven floors and over four hundred rooms, all connected by long white corridors with red carpets everywhere. Apart from all the doors with their numbers, there are also small special features. I don't mean the beautiful plants next to the doors, but the posters. On them are funny figures that are also available here as soft toys, and there is always a saying to go with them.

'Remember to take Breaks!

'Hungry to learn!'

'Think outside the box!'

I'm glad I don't have to read these texts anymore because we've finally reached Boxy's room. With the number 271 he has the luck to live at the end of the corridor and is therefore right next to the elevator to get downstairs. Karasu stands in front of the door and knocks quietly on it twice...no one opens.

"I hope he's not still sleeping." With that, Karasu raises his arm again and quickly hammers on the door. You can hear someone moving in the room but the door still doesn't open. Karasu slowly turns to me and forms an evil smile and starts whispering something to me.

"Hey magician... Open the door with your cool ability" What? I'm supposed to crack a door in this building filled with students? And with my mind? Shit, he's completely crazy now...

"Are you crazy?" That's all I'm saying... That's all I have to say. I don't use my telekinesis for something like that.

"Oh come on, you have to use your ability you know? Why else did you get it?" He starts talking louder and louder. As people slowly walk past us. I know it's a trap and I shouldn't fall into it, but if Boxy is late we'll be late too...I can't afford that.

I slowly concentrate on the door lock and imagine it inside, the many small needles, and the keyhole. And what it would look like when it is unlocked, plus the little *click* sound that would follow. I close my eyes and think about what Karasu said at the same time... I try to read between the lines. "[...] Why else did you get it?" Is he implying something or did he just say it like that? I am then taken out of my thoughts when I hear a noise-

*The lock turns ever so slightly and Karasu puts his hand directly on the lever of the door and pushes it open. He enters the room, turns to me and starts to grin heavily while moving his fingers slightly in the air and making a "follow me" sign. I enter and see Boxy's room, a lot has changed since the last time I was here... The last time I saw it, the room was absolutely empty. No table, nothing but a bed in the corner and that was all... But now?

A large white cupboard and a really nice matt black table with a computer on it. Everything is so...organized? As I look around the beautiful room I finally see him, Boxy is sitting on the bed staring at the...ceiling? He looks like he's hardly slept, almost like me. But the tiredness in his eyes disappears as soon as he sees me and Karasu-

"Y/N?"

"Yes"

"Karasu said you had already been kicked out?"

"What? Wha-

"That's a topic for another time, Boxy what are you sitting around for, come on! The meeting is in half an hour!"

"Yes, yes, I'll do it." With that he gets up from the bed and walks along me to the closet, where I realize how much taller Boxy is, not only him but also Karasu, next to them I look like a child. And that doesn't make my situation much better, after all, almost everyone here at the college is taller than me and that causes problems as it is. In the classroom, when you can't see because someone's head is blocking your view. Or in sports lessons where you have the biggest disadvantage there can be.

Boxy quickly pulls on a white sweater over his sleeping clothes and kneels down to tie his shoes, staring at the door which is still slightly open. He looks at the door and then at us, 'I'm getting nervous' At least Karasu has turned to the window so Boxy wouldn't look him in the face. Boxy gasps slightly and then starts to speak-

"How did you even get in here?" Karasu turns around quickly and walks to the door, he looks at me and slowly twists his face into a big smile. I slowly walk towards the door to avoid Boxy's question, now Karasu slowly opens his mouth and answers-

"Dude, it doesn't matter, we have to be in F2 in twenty minutes, so get off your ass dude!" Karasu walks through the door and into the hallway, I follow him directly and hear Boxy's footsteps behind me. He walks briefly through his room and picks up his school bag from the floor, pulling it over his back with only one side. He comes out with it and closes the door behind him, even without locking it. Without anyone talking, we walk towards the elevator and press the red button with the green arrow. Just as we press it, the doors open and we get in. I stand at the back and the two of them stand right at the door and Karasu presses the 'first floor' button.

"So... Why are you here again?" Now it's starting again, Boxy probably doesn't want to know exactly, so a short answer will suffice...

"to get my degree"

"Ah right" With that he slowly pushes his long arm into his trouser pocket and pulls out his phone. I can't see what he's doing, but the sound of a gunshot after a few seconds tells me that he's gaming again. I start to get a funny feeling in my stomach and my hands start to sweat again... 'What if some teacher speaks to me? No, even worse, what if students approach me and say that I don't go to this school?'

Peep

This opens the elevator doors and we all get out. Directly to the right of us is a blue door with a big red sign on it that says "EXIT" Karasu doesn't even use the lever, but simply pushes his body against the door. It opens and we are outside again. We're not out for five seconds and the first bad statement comes.

"Hey Boxy! Guess who was looking after that blonde student president on the bus today!"

"I didn't-

"But you can't blame him, she doesn't look bad!"

"But she's really nothing like you Y/N! She's so open and always smiling, while you hide behind your hat and look totally depressed!"

"Wow...Double Kill"

"Karasu I didn't even-

"She's a giant compared to You, right, Y/N? just Look at the size difference, it's... Crazy!." Shit, and I thought it couldn't get any worse. Now I'm going to have to listen to these wild theories about me and this girl all the time...the name was DogDay right?

I slowly pull my zipper hood over my head and realize how right he is... 'I just don't get along with other people' But I can't help it, after all, people are so different...

"Boxy imagine how the two of them-

From that point on, I just stop listening and try to clear my head. After all, the meeting is coming up and I have to concentrate on more important things. I don't think I'm ready for that yet and I take care of myself first. 'To maintain my will to live before I kill myself here'. We slowly enter the main building and walk through the filled and long white corridors. There are people everywhere, in groups and together at tables. I've almost forgotten what it looked like in here, it's much bigger than I remember. All the people slowly looking over at us make me nervous, it's getting really uncomfortable here. To avoid all the stares, I look down at the ground. We keep walking and I wonder if there will be any lessons at all today, and if there are...hopefully I'll have them with Karasu.

But then we finally reach the big brown doors of F2, the biggest lecture hall on the whole campus...'I believe'. Karasu opens the door while Boxy continues typing on his phone and I, stupid, stand behind them. Karasu and Boxy enter the room first and I'm behind them. We're completely in the middle and there are rows of seats with shelves everywhere to the right and left of us. But...*No free seat at the back*

"Today is your lucky day Y/N, we have to go right to the front!" Oh God, sitting right at the front in a greeting speech is the worst thing ever. On top of that, in this huge room, where several hundred students are sitting, shit. Walking past all the places where people are already sitting is really unpleasant. We've already been walking for a minute and we're only halfway there. But at that moment, Karasu suddenly turns to the right and seems to have found something better than sitting at the very front under the podium. 'Three free seats on the right' Perfect.

Karasu quickly weaves his way into the line while Boxy walks a little slower, after all he's hardly looking and is still typing away on his phone. I pull my rucksack off my back and sit down slowly. I can feel the cold wood of the row slowly sliding past my hands as I slide further in and I'm happy when I'm finally sitting properly inside. I put my hands on the small shelf in front of me and realize how sweaty they are, meanwhile I see Karasu looking around, he is probably looking for one of his party colleagues. I don't look around because I'm far too scared if someone sees me staring, what would they think?

Slowly, someone stands up on the podium at the front, it was none other than the leader of the whole thing himself: *Elliot Ludwig*. I can't even really see him from here, but the fact that the loudspeakers are slowly making a voice louder lets everyone know. 'It starts now'.

"Welcome back to Playtime Co. College... I hope everyone sitting here had a great vacation and a lot of fun!" The speakers are way too loud in my opinion, I have to try and filter out what he's saying myself. Karasu is also talking to some girl sitting in the row in front of us, which doesn't make it any easier. And several people in the row behind us are also talking to each other.

"Your timetables have already been updated and I think most of you already know, but there will be no lessons today. There will only be organizational matters today and then everyone can go home."

I see how almost everyone quickly pulls out their phone and looks at it and at first I don't really understand why. After a few seconds, Karasu does what he always does and annoys me: 'He stabs me in the ribs like a joke' but It really hurts. What does he want?

"Get your phone out, I want to know if we have the same classes, dude!" Oh well, now I get it. I quickly take out my phone with my sweaty hands and start shaking slightly, 'what if we don't have anything together? No, we must have something together... right?

I quickly open the link Karasu sent me and enter my name and date of birth. He is already staring at my phone, but what appears is not a course schedule but a red message with black letters-

"Fuck that!" He almost snatches my phone out of my hand again and pushes the message away, 'I couldn't even read it'. He swipes down and looks for my plan while I keep looking at my phone. I try to control my pounding heart a little.

"Dude, we're really lucky! We have a lot together!" Finally some good news, I stare at my phone and look at my courses. They haven't really changed from last year, but one thing jumps out at me:

"Higher chemistry?"

"Yes, that was apparently reassigned to many"

"But I didn't choose it at all-

"It doesn't matter! We've got it together and we'll get it right! You're good at chemistry, aren't you?"

"So-

"Hello students of the now second semester" Everyone looks forward to the podium. A tall guy with reddish-brown hair stands at the front and looks through the rows.

"Many of you will probably have been assigned a new subject...Higher Chemistry" Shit, was that him? I'm already fucking up in every other subject and now I have to have a higher chemistry subject too?

"Many will not have chosen it but that doesn't matter...I'm only going to say this once" Is there an announcement coming now?

"This is an exam... from Playtime Co. to all students" huh? An exam? What the hell does this guy mean?

" The exam will take place tomorrow, in separate time and a systematic structure... Soon you guys and your precious fantasies will sink straight to Hell. Good luck" What the Fuck? Tomorrow already? A chemistry exam from Playtime Co. to the students? Shit, what's that going to be?

With that, the guy turns around and quickly disappears to the left through a backstage door. The only thing you can hear now are the astonished students who, like me, have no idea what kind of speech that was. You can hear the big brown doors in the back opening and people are already running out, and Karasu speaks his mind again.

"ugh an exam? what stupid shit... But maybe it's group work and I'll get together with a cute girl who's also smart" Dude, the guy only thinks about something like that.

"I don't think it will be a group job..." No, I'm almost sure of it. A test from Playtime Co. will very definitely be in solo exits, at least I hope so. Because if I had to work with someone and I messed it up, that would be bad. 'I'd rather fuck it up alone'

So we get up from the line again and walk to the exit. I look down at the ground, but I have a funny feeling in my stomach and immediately look up. And there she was again, the group from the bus. This DogDay Girl was walking right at the front and that's why I only saw her hair, but there's someone who behaves like me. I think it's a girl with long black hair and she's about my height. She looks at the ground like I do all the time-

"Hey man, no need to stress, we have the exam together tomorrow. We'll get through it...Somehow" I was about to say that I don't think about it, but if I do, he'll notice me staring at this other girl and then it'll start again. 'So I'll be quiet for now'. We leave the lecture hall and walk through the huge white corridors again, I'm a bit happy...At least I have a few subjects together with Karasu. As soon as we get outside, Boxy heads back towards the Dorms, walking along the streets while holding his phone in front of his face and typing away.

"Y/N Are you coming to Boxy too?"

"No, I have to go home and prepare everything first...you know"

"All right, I'll see you again tomorrow at the same time." With that he runs after Boxy across the street and I can see from a distance how he slaps him on the back. The two of them don't look a bit alike, though. Meanwhile, I walk back to the bus stop and wait alone for a while.

Not even a minute into the wait, the first bus arrives, stops and lets the air out of the tires to go lower. I get on and simply ignore everyone, walk through to the back and sit down in my regular seat. Now I just put my headphones back on and head home again.

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I've finally arrived home and the first thing I do is get changed. I just put on my pyjamas, I haven't really slept well and that's exactly what I'm going to do now. There's no one at home either 'As almost always' so I just walk towards my bed and literally throw myself on it. I still have my headphones on so I only need to make two taps on my phone and it plays exactly what I need to hear.

I already have a plan for this weird chemistry exam tomorrow. I'm going to sleep all day and then pull an all-nighter, going over every subject I've ever had. At that moment my phone vibrates again and I wonder who it could be...'year group'?

I'm barely inside and people are already writing, 'But not because of me' Almost everyone is upset that this exam is taking place tomorrow. One even says he asked someone from the third semester and they didn't have it. 'Strange' But in this big conversation there is only one person who tries to calm people down. The name is just a number but as I read the message to myself in my mind...I'm sure it's her

"A Higher Chemistry Exam?"

"Who the Fuck even was that weird looking guy?"

"I asked Students from the Third Semester and they didnt have that Shit?"

"Fuck i dont know anything about Chemistry?"

"Guys calm down, everything will be fine tomorrow"

This year will be very complicated.

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