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obsidiancreates · 4 months ago

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Out of the Shadows and Into The Neon (Part 9)

“Okay, everyone line up.”

The four children scramble into a line before their fathers, standing at attention. Raphie tries to look stern as he stands before them, ready to lay down the law, but…

Raph has his arms crossed and little twin sai hanging at his hips, Leo is looking up at Raphie with an attentive and dutiful expression, Donnie has his little bo already held in both hands, Mikey is crouched in a squat ready to leap onto the nearest fire escape and get to the rooftops…

Raphie can’t help it.

Instead of continuing his planned speech, he bursts into tears and scoops all four kids into a big hug.

“RAPHIE IS SO PROUD OF YOU BOYS!” he sob-shouts. “YOU’RE ALL GROWN UP!”

“DAD!” Raph pushes against his father, trying to get Breathing Room moreso than actually escape. “YOU’RE GONNA CRACK OUR SHELLS!”

“Seriously, bro, you gotta set ‘em down.” Leon plucks his son out of Raphie’s grip. “Don’t make me give the ‘stay where we can see you’ speech! I’m the cool dad!”

“You’re all the cool dads!” Mikey wiggles, and slips out of Raphie’s hold. He falls to the ground and lands in a crouch, one hand on the cement of the alley floor. “And cool uncles!”

“Guh!” Donnie squirms, but makes the least progress in escaping his uncle’s loving capture. “Uncle Raphie, I-I think I see a light!”

Raphie lets go, and as Raph falls he kicks off of one of his dad’s spikes to catch Donnie before he hits the ground. Raphie sniffles, wiping his eyes and taking a deep breath.

“Okay,” he says, voice still wobbly. “Now remember. This is a practice patrol, and we’re gonna do our best to avoid any fights. If one breaks out, you run and hide together and call Auntie April and facetime her until the fight is done. Got it?”

“Awww, but Dad! Why do we have these if we’re not gonna use ‘em?!” Raph pulls out his little sai, spinning them in his hand fast enough to make a metallic shhhhhing! sound before gripping them tightly and raising them for battle. “I wanted to kick some butt! And you just said we’re all grown up!”

“Raphie meant it felt that way because Raphie can remember when you were all tiny babies!” Raphie pinches his fingers together for emphasis.

“This is why direct communication is always preferable to emotional outbursts,” Donald says flatly. “Kids, you’re all still too young to take on any big fights. The weapons are an absolute last resort in case the literal worst occurs!”

“Which it won’t,” Angelo assures, partly to the boys but mostly to Raphie. “Just remember to keep up, call out if you fall behind, and if you see a villain, tell one of us!”

“But we’re already ten years old!” Raph keeps a grip on his sai. “We’re totally ready for a fight!”

“Not with an adult, little man,” Raphie says, rubbing his son’s head. “If you want to fight another ten-year-old, though, just make sure the kid is a jerk who deserves it.”

“Orrr, how about we don’t fight anyone, huh?” Leon elbows Raph. “Especially not human ten-year-olds.”

“What about yokai or mutant ten-year-olds?” Mikey whispers to Donnie.

“I think we can assume they fall under the same ruling,” Donnie whispers back. “But the three of you can claim misunderstanding, I guess.”

“Sweeet! Sorry your big brain means you can’t fight with us, Dee.”

Donnie sighs. “I could always say I had to jump in.”

While the two “younger” boys whisper to each other, Donald and Angelo lean their own heads together.

“Do they know we can totally hear them?” Angelo whispers.

Donald shakes his head. “Note to self, add ‘proper whispering techniques’ to the list of things I never realized I’d have to teach someone until I became a parent.”

“Alright, huddle up!” Raphie waves the kids closer. “Now just hop on our backs and-”

“Too slow, uncle-brah!” Mikey, practically vibrating with excitement, springs up onto the fire escape ladder and begins making his way to the roof like a bouncy ball on a mission!

“Junior, wait!” Angelo dashes after his son.

“Okay, nobody follow Mikey’s exa-!”

Raphie is cut off as Raph, Donnie, and Leo all follow Mikey’s example, leaping and flipping their way up to the building rooftop all on their own. Raphie watches, tearing up again.

“Your chasm is getting deeper again, bro.” Leon watches the boys with a proud smile of his own, but it slowly turns into a frown. “Heyyy… does this mean they’ve been sneaking out to practice their building-climbing?”

“Not according to the lair entry and exit logs,” Donald says, pulling up said logs on his wristpad.

“You record our entries and exits?”

“But of course! After the Big Mama incident when they were six!”

Raphie and Leon both Oooooh in understanding, then crouch and spring up to climb the building themselves. Donald uses his hovershell instead, meeting his family at the rooftop, where Angelo is clinging to Mikey and checking him for scrapes.

“Daaaaad!” Mikey pops into his shell in protest. “I only wobbled a little like, one time!”

“You almost fell!”

“Did not!”

“Hamato Michelangelo Jr, I know an almost-fall when I see one! Your uncles and I didn’t learn to skateboard right out the eggs, you know!”

“RAPH! SAVE ME!”

Raph, though, is too busy rolling on the back of his shell pointing and laughing- until his own dad picks him up.

“I was in the middle of telling you to keep close and jump on our backs to get up here!”

“We aren’t tots anymore, Dad! We can get around without riding on your shells all the time!”

“Wait, but, I still think that’s fun!” Mikey shouts as he pops his head back out of his shell. His limbs follow soon after, and Angelo sets him down so Mikey can scramble up Raphie’s back and wrap his uncle’s neck in a hug. “It’s cool, Uncle Raphie, don’t listen to Raph!”

Donald and Leon both look down at their own sons- who have the decency to look away sheepishly, Donnie laughing a little and rubbing the back of his neck while Leo taps his fingers together shamefully.

“Just saying, this is not a great way to build our confidence that you’re ready for this,” Leon says. “Look, I get it. Rules totally suck, especially when you’re a kid with a lot of energy and total rad ninjocity to go with it. But you guys don’t have any experience with this kinda stuff yet-”

“Yeah we do, when we went to the yokai hote- mmmph!” Mikey’s reminder of their little sneak-out is cut off as Raph quickly covers his mouth and drags him over to Leo and Donnie so the four are grouped up again.

“Okay, you have a little experience,” Leon allows. “But still not enough for us to feel like you’re okay to be doing this stuff on your own. The plan was for you to just hop on our backs to get up here and then follow along on your own, but now I think we should have you on our backs until you get a good idea of what patrol is actually like.”

Raph releases his little brother with a scowl. “Way to go, Mikey!”

“Hey, you followed me too!”

“Boys, no fighting!” Raphie pats his shell, and Raph reluctantly climbs up. “Little man, are you actually mad at your brother for going up first, or are you mad at yourself for following his lead?”

Raph sinks against his dad’s shell, like he’s trying to hide among the spikes. “Mad at myself for screwing up,” he mumbles.

“So what do you want to say to Mikey now?”

“... Sorry, Mikey.”

“And?”

“Do I have to?”

“Raph.”

“Fine. And… I shouldn’t take it out on you when I’m upset with myself, I should take time to process it and deal with it healthily.” With each grumbled and embarrassed word, Raph sinks lowers and lower among the spikes until he’s basically lying flat on his father’s shell.

“It’s okay Raph,” Mikey says from his own dad’s back. “I’m sorry I went up without listening or waiting for anyone.”

“I’m so proud of you both,” Angelo sniffles, making Mikey beam and Raph even more embarrassed. Angelo’s years disappear as he points off into the distance. “Now enough rules-laying! It’s time for RAZZMATAZZ!”

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Four shadows leap with ease from rooftop to rooftop, silent despite the huge stature the silhouettes imply. The bright neon glow of the city around them hardly touches the ninjas as they effortlessly move, unseen and unheard.

But the lights touch something else.

The hearts and awe-stricken souls of four young boys.

Clinging to their fathers, the boys all stare out at the city with wide eyes. The neon lights reflect, some colors seeming to linger a bit longer than others. Bright blues glow in Leo and Mikey’s eyes, toxic green gleams in Raph’s, and deep reds shine in Donnie’s.

“Dad?” Leo says as they land.

“Yeah?”

“Can we come up every night?”

Leon’s heart melts at the soft, awed tone in his son’s voice. “Someday, mi hijo.”

Leo hugs his dad’s neck a little tighter- and then too tightly. Leon chokes for a second, reaching up to loosen his son’s hands. “Whoa-”

“Dad, look!” Leo points.

Leon looks down at the street to see that Leo is pointing at a group of humans all filing out of a… reality office? They’re all somewhat slack-bodied, eyes wide-open and swirling.

Leon stops, and without a word his brothers stop too. He crouches and squints. “Don? Is that something mystic, or did a really bad lawsuit just hit that office?”

Donald reaches up to flip his mystic goggles down, but Donnie beats him to it and flicks them onto his father’s eyes. A robotic arm comes out of Donald’s battlehell to rub Donnie on the head as Donald’s normal organic arms adjust the settings. “Ooooh, it is definitely mystic.”

“Come on! It’s been quiet for weeks and now something happens?!” Leon groans, dropping his head dramatically at the timing of it all. “Okay, Raphie and I will go check it out, you and Angelo stay with the boys.”

Angelo and Donald both give a thumbs-up as Leo and Raph climb down from their dads’ shells and stand next to their uncles. Leon and Raphie hops down, sneaking into the office through an open window.

“Thank gosh for those new window-sizing regulations,” Angelo sighs as Raphie peeks his head back out and slams the huge window shut.

“Yes, an incredible stroke of luck for Raphie and his continued ninja-ing, he said completely non-suspiciously.”

“... Doooonald? Did you lobby for the city to require windows to be bigger so Raphie can keep sneaking into places?” Angelo grins at his brother.

“Technically since Mutant and Yokai are more or less a known ‘secret’ is it really lobbying to simply… throw money at politicians until they make more mutant-friendly building regulations?”

“Awwwww!”

“No, no no stop gushing! I am still the detached bad boy!”

Donnie giggles at his dad’s statement.

“Gasp! Not you as well! My own progeny!”

“Well, technically progeny would imply we’re genetically related, Dad.”

“... You know you’re adopted?”

“Was I not supposed to?” Donnie climbs down so he can look his dad in the eyes. “I mean, we aren’t the same kind of turtle, or even mutant turtles.”

Donald looks, slowly, over at his nephews. Who seem unphased, only equally as curious and perplexed as their brother.

“How long have you all known that?” Angelo crouches down and Mikey slides off so his dad can look him in the eyes. “Do you need to talk about it?”

“Why would we?” Raph asks, shrugging with his arms crossed. “Auntie April isn’t related to us either. Or Auntie Cass. Or Uncle Casey.”

“Papa Draxum isn’t even related to us, really,” Donnie adds. “Why would we need to talk about it?”

“Well… usually, with human families, being adopted is kind of a big deal.”

“Well, sucks for them.” Raph grins, somewhat deviously. “Just another way our family is way cooler than a boring normal one!”

“Yeah!” Mikey hugs his dad. “You guys are our dads! Nothing else matters!”

Donnie looks up as he feels water drip on his head. “Uh, dad?”

Donald is covering his eyes with his forearm, tears streaming down. “That one really got through.”

“Um, would a hug make this better, or worse?”

Before Donald can answer, there’s a scream. A familiar scream.

Donald and Angelo scoops the boys up as Leon comes crashing into the rooftop.

“Dad!” Leo pushes out of Angelo’s hold and rushes to his father. Leon groans and stands, a little battered but not seriously hurt. Leo hugs his leg. “Dad, what happened?”

“Okay, so, little good-news bad-news situation,” Leon says. “Good news, it’s just Hypno and the worm guy looking to not have to wait in line to find a bigger apartment.”

“And the bad news?” Donald leans out over the edge of the building.”

“Hypno may have hypnotized Raph into being their bodyguard against the rest of us.”

“What?!” Raph runs over to the edge of the building and jumps–

Only for one of Donald’s robotic arms to grab him mid-air.

“I have to go help my dad!” Raph swings his tiny sai at nothing.

“We will go snap Raphie out of it,” Donald says, setting Raph back down by Mikey and Donnie. “You four stay here! Don’t worry, Hypno and the… worm… thing… are complete villain lightweights. For us. Not for you.”

“But-!”

“Raph,” Leon says, kneeling down to put his hand on his nephew’s shoulder. “You know how upset your dad would be if you were in danger because of him, right?”

Raph’s eyes go wide, and he looks down. He grips his sai harder for a second… and then slumps, spinning them and putting them back on his belt. He steps back, huddled up with his brothers.

“We’ll be back before you can say ‘cowabunga’,” Leon promises. “Remember, call Auntie April!”

And the three fathers hops down from the building.

And their sons are left alone.

“Uncle Raphie’s gonna be fine, bro,” Mikey assures, putting a hand on Raph’s back. “They beat those dudes every time.”

“I know. … But they made him hurt Uncle Leon.” Raph sniffles and wipes his eyes. “Dad hates when he even-even accidentally hurts him during sparring or something.”

They all move back, hiding in the shadow of a billboard, and wait as the sounds of shouts, crashes, and portals sound from below. For a while it’s all they hear, until-

“Hey!”

“AHHH!”

All four spring up, drawing their weapons at once and spinning around to face the voice.

A little bird yokai girl, no older than them, hovers above. Her arms and wings are one and the same, yellow feathers drifting off as she flaps somewhat frantically to stay aloft. She’s majority yellow, with black accent feathers at the ends of her wing-arms, and a few on the top of her head that look kind of like a poofy topknot bun. She’s got a smart little deep-pink suit, and her orange beak is dotted with pink freckles.

Mikey relaxes a little, lowering his nunchucks. “Oh, hi!”

The girl arrows her eyes. “Are those guys down there your dads? “Four of them are!” Mikey puts his hands on his hips and grins, even as his brothers all gape in disbelief at his openness. “The other two are evilll villains!”

The girl scowls. “Your dads are beating up my dads!”

“Oh! You-your Hypno and the worm’s kid!” Leo chuckles nervously. “Um, our dads are just-”

“Totally ruining our chance of getting a penthouse!”

“... Will it help if we tell you they just want our uncle un-hypnotized?” Mikey tries as his brothers all glare at him.

“My dad hypnotized him because he needed a bodyguard!”

“Why’d he need a bodyguard to rent an apartment?! Huh?!” Raph points up at her with one of his sai, matching her scowl.

“Because we can’t afford one, we need it free, and some stupid humans have a problem with us doing that!”

“Listen, we all think housing should be free–” Leo says, and his brothers all nod in unison, “– but our dads only went in to see what was happening, and yours made it into a problem!”

“Oh yeah?!” The girl drops down, landing on her feet, feathers puffed and ruffled. “Well yours are ugly!”

“HEY!” Mikey spins his nunchucks again. “Take that back!”

“No!”

“Well you’re ugly!”

“Mikey, don’t! We’re not supposed to get in a fight, remember?!” Donnie whispers harshly.

“Too bad!” The girl throws her wing-arms out. “You’ll regret the day you ever insulted the dads of Tweetie Stone!” “Ah… sewer apples.”

#tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #tmnt crossover #reincarnation au #fanfic #my attempts at fanfic #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles

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actuallysaiyan · 4 years ago

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Uh! All Night(Nightly Sessions headcanons)

Word count: 1,849 Pairings: Naruto Uzumaki x Reader, Sasuke Uchiha x Reader, Shikamaru Nara x Reader Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, very light dub-con, creampies, the usual smutty suspects on this blog. Summary/Content: Headcanons on how Naruto, Sasuke and Shikamaru would fuck you all night long and leave you sleep deprived. A/N: So this is part one of a series that I've been thinking about all day! I hope you all enjoy! I tag @beneathstarryskies as she helped me think of some very sexy headcanons! Part two will include Madara, Izuna, Kakashi and Jiraiya, and part three will be for the Dragon Ball fans ;)

Naruto started seeing you very casually. Things didn’t escalate quickly and instead the two of you decided it was best if it stayed casual

One night, Naruto invites you over to hang out and maybe hook up. What you don’t know is that you are in for some very intense fun.

“Hey there, y/n. Glad you came over, dattebayo!” Naruto greets you as he smiles real wide. He looks you up and down when he notices your sexy little outfit.

He leads you into the bedroom where the making out starts very quickly. Naruto has his hands all over you while you start to straddle him.

“You’re so sexy,” you whisper as you bite on his bottom lip. Naruto is rock hard already and he’s just thrusting up against you. You can hear little whines coming from him.

“You like that?” you ask, grinding right back. Naruto’s head falls back as you start to dry hump him.

His hands tangle in your hair as he continues to kiss you, leaving you aroused and breathless. You never thought you’d be feeling so good with Naruto, but he learned very quickly.

“Get on the bed,” he demands as you both get up. You do as he says, and Naruto eyes you. He looks like a predator about to catch his prey.

Naruto climbs on top of you, his hands are pulling at your clothes to get you naked as fast as he fucking can. He can’t wait to be balls deep inside of you.

“I’m so fucking hard, dattebayo. I need your pussy!” Naruto kisses a trail down your body as he struggles to remove his own jacket and shirt. Once he’s exposed to you, you trace all of his scars.

“I want you to take me, Naruto.” You plead as he finally spreads your legs. He leans in to kiss your clit, making you shiver.

“You taste good,” Naruto moans as he swirls his tongue over your clit, making you buck up against his face.

Naruto spends a long time between your thighs, making you cum over and over. He’s very good at giving head, and that’s mostly because you taught him how to eat you out.

Finally, he looks over at the clock and sees that it is getting late. Something clicks in his head. He wants to fuck you all fucking night. He wants to make you sleep deprived.

“Are you fucking ready for this?” Naruto asks as he takes his cock out of his underwear. It’s leaking precum and he starts to pump himself in his hand.

“Puh-please! Naruto!” You’re whining and you can’t help but want him so badly. He’s been making you cum so much that you just need his cock.

He slides deep inside of you, struggling to compose himself. He feels your pussy fluttering around him and it makes him want to pound himself into you.

“Your pussy is always so damn tight, dattebayo. Fuck, you’ll make me cum so fucking quickly,” Naruto says as he starts up his slow pace.

For hours, the man just fucks you in every position imaginable. He has you bent over his desk which makes you squirt all over him. In the shower is good too, because he can just clean you both off while he continues to pump you full of cum.

There are few breaks, but every now and then Naruto pulls out and goes to get you both some water so you can continue fucking.

When morning comes, Naruto pulls out for the final time and pulls you close to him. You both share a sweet kiss as the sun is rising. You are so tired, but so damn satisfied.

You and Sasuke have a very secretive relationship. Nobody really knows about it and he loves it that way.

Most of the time, if you’re seen in public with him, he just ignores you and acts cold, but in private...whoa boy.

Sasuke loves fucking you for as long as he can. It’s one of his favorite things in life. The way you just take his cock is divine.

He invites you over one night to his place, and you make your way over without anyone spotting you.

You knock on his door with the secret knock, and instantly, Sasuke is pulling you inside.

The room is dim and he’s shirtless. It would seem that he’s been preparing for tonight after all. You squeeze your thighs as you watch his muscles ripple.

“Glad you made it,” he says shortly. You just smirk at him as you slowly approach him. You wrap your arms around his neck and start kissing him.

It doesn’t take long for Sasuke to deepen the kiss and to press himself against you. You can tell he’s been waiting all day for this.

“You better not tease me, or things will be so bad for you.” Sasuke mutters as he sucks on your bottom lip. You shake your head, not daring to defy him.

He leads you onto the bed and starts to remove your clothing. He loves soaking in every inch of your body. You look so delicious to him.

He mounts you, making sure to straddle your hips as he begins kissing your tits. He cups them in his hands, squeezing them together and sucks on one of the nipples.

“Oh fuck yes, Sasuke!” you moan as he begins to suck on your nipples. His mouth goes back and forth between your two breasts, making sure to stop and leave bites between them.

You’re whimpering as his fingers trail down your abdomen, stopping just short of where your panties are. He’s watching your reaction as he teases you, which you find unfair.

“Quit teasing me, Sasuke!” You whine as he slowly peels off your panties. You clamp your thighs together tightly as soon as he looks at your glistening pussy.

“Don’t make this worse for yourself,” Sasuke says as he leans in to smell your arousal. He’s rock hard and he doesn’t know how long he can handle not being balls deep inside of you.

His hand goes to your mouth to try and shut you up a little while his free hand spreads your legs. You’re a little insecure but you know you don’t need to be.

“You have a gorgeous little pussy, and I’m going to spend all fucking night pumping it full of cum.” You moan at his words. “You like that, you little cumslut?”

Sasuke leans in to begin devouring your dripping cunt. You’re instantly bucking up against him, which makes Sasuke hold you down and continue his ministrations.

He quickly brings you to the edge, only to pull away and watch you sigh in frustration. He loves edging you so good. This is when he undresses himself and slides his cock deep into your wet cunt.

Sasuke fucks you for hours, keeping you right on the edge for what seems like hours. It makes you cry and whine and beg for his cock, but he loves the patheticness of the situation.

His favorite position tonight is cowgirl and he guides your hips to fuck you hard. He pumps your pretty little pussy full of so much cum it’s always leaking out.

When you think you’re done when the sun comes up, Sasuke surprises you by sliding deep inside of you while you’re lying on your side. “We’re not done yet!”

You and Shikamaru have had crushes on each other since you were younger, so it was only naturally that it turned into something new when you were both grown up.

He loves claiming you as his, though you aren’t one to give up the fight. You’re both feisty and try to outsmart one another.

Shikamaru loves to have sex with you, but you play coy a lot which frustrates him.

One night, he invites you over under the guise of just having a few drinks and maybe playing some shogi.

It’s pretty obvious once you get there and the lighting is dimmed and there are rose petals everywhere.

“How romantic, Shika,” You tease slightly, and he just blushes.

“C’mon, I do like you, you know.” Shikamaru says as he hands you a glass of wine.

One glass turns into two, which quickly turns into your third and you are feeling very frisky. The game of shogi is long forgotten.

“C’mere beautiful,” Shikamaru slurs as he beckons you over. You slink over to him, straddling him and kissing him passionately.

His tongue is in your mouth in seconds while you’re grinding him. Shikamaru is very hard already and he just wants to fuck you hard.

“I’m going to fuck you all night, princess.” Shikamaru mutters against your neck as he bites down. You can feel your panties dripping at this.

He grabs onto you and you wrap your legs around his waist as he brings you to his bedroom. Thankfully, you were both alone tonight.

He throws you onto the bed unceremoniously, watching you prop yourself up on your elbows.

Shikamaru is quick to continue kissing you and he starts to undress you, leaving no patch of skin unkissed. He loves licking and kissing a path from your neck to your tits.

“Such amazing tits,” he groans as he squeezes them together to suck on the nipples. You’re already a moaning mess beneath him.

It doesn’t take him long before he’s pulling off your panties and spreading your legs to take a good look at that glistening slick. It’s so inviting to him.

Shikamaru spends lots of time making you cum, but he knows it’s not the main act. The main part of tonight is going to be fucking you all throughout the night and not letting you sleep a wink.

Once he’s undressed along with you and he’s made you cum at least three times, Shikamaru is sliding into your fluttering pussy.

“Fuck, you have the tightest pussy ever!” He’s moaning as he’s pumping into you. It feels so fucking amazing.

His pace changes drastically as he fucks you for hours, never letting up. He needs to edge himself a lot so as not to cum right away.

There aren’t many breaks, but Shikamaru loves to stop every once and while to have a cigarette.

One time, he leads your pretty face to his crotch while he smokes and he guides your lips around his cock.

“Fuck yes, princess. Just like that.” You start to suck him off while he continues to smoke.

His hands tangle in your hair as he gets closer, and he just keeps shoving your face down as he makes you choke on his thick cock.

“Ahhh fuck yes!” Shikamaru moans as he takes another drag from his ciggy. You’re deepthroating him now, just loving the sounds coming from him.

He ashes his cigarette and pushes you onto the bed once more. Once he starts to fuck you hard, he can’t hold back and pumps that pussy full of cum.

If you think you’re done, think again. He’s lighting up another cigarette and having you suck his cock clean.

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bbytamaki · 3 years ago

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FOR REAL — k. souya

with: timeskip!souya x gn!reader

genre: exes to lovers

content: idk just super soft exes to lovers (this is me not knowing how to tag things)

note: i went from “i hate this” to “this has potential” off and on so if this disappears you know why

souya wasn’t a bad guy. in fact, he was quite the opposite. his childhood nickname was a misnomer, but only a few people really knew it. you were close to him and his brother when they were a part of toman. hanging out with him became routine in high school. trips to the convenience store would turn into holding each other’s hands and goodnight kisses and “i love you’s”.

was breaking it off at graduation the best idea? the jury was still out. there were so many things the two of you wanted to figure out on your own, there was a whole life ahead of you. the breakup was mutual but so were the feelings. what were you supposed to say? “i take it back”?

now here the both of you were 11 years later. you’d found souya and nahoya running a ramen shop in tokyo and just had to have in on it. the twins could finally cook on their own now? it was as much of a shock to them as it was to you. when you first walked in, angry could hardly believe it was you.

you’d grown so much since he’d last seen you all those years ago. surely you’d grown a few inches from what he could see, and the curve of your hands when you waved was so familiar, and the way you slightly tilted your head when you smiled made him feel like he was being warmed up after coming in from the cold.

soon enough, the two of you were friends like you used to be. he would drop off a hot bowl of ramen to your job almost every day, and you would come see him after work every night. souya often crashed at your place, claiming that his brother snored too loud or always had someone over. he would lay peacefully on the couch and imagine you before he went to sleep, daydreaming about you climbing onto his lap and falling asleep there like you used to.

in the coming months, it felt like you were closer than ever. there was no doubt that you were his favorite ex, as much as he hated that word. it happened one night when he was comfortably lounging on your sofa, barely keeping up with some romance tv drama playing on the television.

“are you sleeping?” souya turned around at the sound of your voice coming from behind him. you were perched on the back of the couch with your elbows folded under your chin, a lot closer to his face than he would’ve expected. something about it made him squirm in his seat. a grown man approaching 30, still trying to slow his heartbeat around you.

“nah. you need something?”

you smiled and held out your hand for him to take. “come back to bed with me.”

your bed was softer than he imagined. you were softer than he imagined. he spent the night cuddled up against your chest with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, listening to the combined melody of your heartbeat and your voice, asking him about how he was doing.

souya doesn’t remember how he responded. it was all a blur by the end of the night. he can only remember you leaning in to connect your lips with his, and the way his mouth gaped open when you pulled away. was that really what he had been missing for so long?

in the morning, you woke up alone. you could only think of one reason why he’d leave so early without saying anything. your heart raced when you reached for your phone to send an apology message.

souya — had to work early today. sorry about that.

maybe two reasons.

the slight feeling of guilt lingered for the rest of the day. throughout working, you’d suddenly remember how you kissed him out of the blue and stop what you were doing to hide your face in your hands. did he not like it? maybe you had the wrong idea.

souya didn’t come over that night. he stayed at the shop late when he had things on his mind. it was a bad habit, considering the kind of things that went on in the streets after dark, but it helped.

you lied back in bed that evening. of course, you’d tried to fall asleep earlier but every time you tried, you’d just end up waking up again. the message notification you received wasn’t unwelcome, but wasn’t necessarily relieving either.

it’s not like you had many options. he had probably just called you up to let you know where you stood. though he could be awkward, souya having another partner wasn’t too far fetched. but then again, why would he treat you the way he did if he had someone else?

all the lights in the shop were off except the ones in the kitchen. you stood at the counter until angry poked his head out from the swinging doors. “you can come back if you want.” you followed him into the warm light coming from behind the doors.

“is everything okay?” your hands couldn’t rest by your sides. you stared at them as you wrung them together, waiting for his answer.

souya shook his head and averted his eyes to the floor.

“is it because of last night? i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable-“

the hand resting on your cheek answered for him. he gently stroked your cheek with his thumb.

“be mine. for real this time.” his downturned expression couldn’t hide the pleading look underneath.

“you’re for real?”

his body slouched as his hands dropped to his sides. souya leaned forward and plopped his forehead on your shoulder. “why would i joke about that?”

“sorry, i panicked.”

by now, most of his weight was rested on you. you made him feel so weak. only you could make him feel like that. like his heart would go weightless and lift him into the air.

“i’m not sure.”

you lifted his chin from your shoulder with both hands and smiled. “let’s think about it together, yeah?”

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writeofmind · 3 years ago

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heavenly

genre: angst, fluff, light smut

pairing: schoolgirl!rosé x reader, schoolgirl!sana x reader

warning: mention of drug use, broken hearts everywhere

All you want to know, all you want Rosé to tell you, is that the feeling is real.

A/N: everyone, hello!!! i have missed you all so dearly, and i am doing well! i got caught up with life and was suuuper busy, so honestly this doesn't even feel like the best piece of work i could put out for you guys after my hiatus. but i got tired of making you wait, LOL. i probably won't update too regularly like i used to, but i will do my best! (also i know im lacking with the roommate au im so sorry jfdjgfjhafs) but thank you all for your kind messages while i was gone. :') i appreciate you and hope you enjoy!!

desire | temptations | office hours | heavenly

The feeling of being with Rosé always felt like heaven. The singular moment of climax, the two of you holding onto each other so tightly as you both came undone, it always sent you into a state of euphoria.

It was a phenomenon you had grown to know all too well. Too many times, you found yourself either below or above her, relishing in the way her glazed eyes stared back into yours.

Aside from it all, you were growing weary of passing her in the halls with only so much as a sneaky glance. All it took was one lick of her lips before you’d find yourselves pressed up against a locked stall, lips attached to each others’ necks and hands up Rosé's skirt. After every encounter, the two of you would walk out, inconspicuous, as if you had never spared each other the time of day.

You didn’t want that. You wanted something else. You wanted intimacy. Not the kind that ended in breathless moans and sticky fingers; the kind that held warm smiles and sweet hugs. You would try to initiate it, maybe by starting small talk or something of the sort, but when lidded eyes fell on yours, you couldn’t stop yourself.

You found yourself craving her. Unhealthily wishing for her, dreaming about her, thinking about her. You would simply look at Rosé and already lust for the honey dripping between her legs.

It was especially hard to get your mind off of her when you saw her in her oh-so-tight cheerleading uniform.

Once the season of sports began, you saw Rosé even more often outside of school than before. She would be right on the sidelines of the field with her fellow cheerleaders, stretching or doing routine workouts to keep nimble for their stunts. On the other side of the field was you, covered from head to toe in your own uniform. It was nowhere near as attractive as Rosé’s, but that didn’t stop her from continuously checking out your backside whenever you were doing your own exercises.

“Hey, hot stuff,” Rosé hopped over to you as you took a drink of water on a break, “you ready for your game?”

You sat hunched over your own knees on the sidelines, watching your teammates run drills. “So far? No.” You laugh as you flap your shirt for some air, “I’m kinda nervous. But it’s still a couple weeks or so away.”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine. I’ll be cheering you on, just be sure to keep your eyes out for me on the side.” Rosé winks.

“How could I not? I feel them on me all the time.”

“That’s not the only thing you could feel on you.”

A small grin crosses your face as you sit back, Rosé leaning closer until she’s looking down at you. She bites her lip and moves away before anyone on the field can see. “Why don’t we hang out tonight? After practice?”

Rosé catches the swipe of your tongue on your bottom lip, and fights the urge to replace it with hers. You smile.

“Sounds good. Will you be wearing this?”

She smacks your shoulder and rolls her eyes. “Just meet me in the front later.”

Before you’re able to question her, you hear a whistle calling everyone back. Rosé simply gives a smug smile and saunters away back to her team. The view of her walking away was always one that you enjoyed, but also, one that you dreaded.

Moments like that— it hurts sometimes.

Practice for you ended a bit later than Rosé’s, so when you walk out of the locker rooms with your loud, rowdy teammates, you see Rosé sitting on the bleachers with a notebook in her lap. You bid your teammates goodbye and make sure that they’re out of sight before making your way over to her.

“Hey,” you fix your duffel bag with a smile, “sorry for the wait.”

Rosé looks up and closes her notebook. “Hi, don’t worry, it hasn’t been long.” She tucks her things away while you sway on your toes.

“So, what did you want to do tonight?”

The sky’s the limit, you think.

“Come here,” Rosé pulls you in by your wrist, just enough for the two of you to be lip to lip. “Follow me.”

With a sly grin, she lets you go and picks up her belongings, retreating back onto the field and slipping into a dimly lit area behind the storage building. You become skeptical as you follow her, but she soon sets her things down a little ways away from the field’s lights. From where you are, you can see the back of your school, eerily dark and quiet.

“Sit down.” Rosé pats the grass next to her with a smile.

You squint your eyes at her. “What are you up to, Park Roseanne?”

There was always something tricky up Rosé’s sleeve. You knew her well enough by now to realize when she was plotting something. There would be a grin on her face, or a glint in her eyes.

“We’re just going to wind down after a hard practice,” she tilts her head, “won’t you join me?”

You can’t resist that face of hers. You plop your duffel bag down and take a seat right next to her.

You watch as Rosé ruffles through her bag, trying to peek over her shoulder as she does so. She pulls out a small package, and you furrow your brows when you realize what it is.

“Rosé…” you pull back, “you smoke?”

Rosé tilts her head as she pulls out a lighter, “Yeah, I do. You don’t?” There’s a devious smile on her face, “I’m surprised. You kind of seem the type.”

Honestly, you have never smoked before. You’ve thought about it a few times, and almost have, but you’ve never taken the initiative. You were just way too cautious.

Rosé scoots closer to you, blunt in hand, and looks up at you through her eyelashes. You can see the light gleam off her skin from its lit end.

“You wanna try?”

You glance at it and back at her. The most that you’ve done was gotten blackout drunk with a few friends, and that experience is one you hardly remember. It’s probably for the best.

“Uhh. I don’t know…” You rub the back of your neck, “The coach might do a random drug test because the game is coming up, I’ve never really smoked before… and I mean we shouldn’t even be doing this on school grounds…”

Rosé looks at you unimpressed.

“Y/n. Do you know who you’re talking to? I can get you out of anything. I get out of anything.”

She has a point.

You glance up again, seeing Rosé’s sweet eyes looking you up and down. She looks intrigued by you, the pit in your stomach growing, but you were drawn to it. Maybe to her.

There was no harm in it. Right? You would just take a couple hits, nothing too crazy. Looking to Rosé, she offers a comforting smile in return.

Slowly, you lean forward and open your mouth to take the blunt, Rosé’s fingers barely touching your lips as she settles it between them for you. She’s not looking at your eyes anymore. Her lips are parted, her breathing low and quiet.

“Just inhale, slowly.”

You do as she says. The smoke fills your mouth and seeps down your throat. You almost cough and gag when the ashes feel like they burn your insides, but Rosé stops you.

“Okay, now hold it in and kind of, like, inhale it into your body. Not too hard though.”

Your back straightens and you breathe through your teeth. It feels like a ball of smoke builds in the back of your throat, but before you start coughing, you exhale. A cloud of smoke follows, and Rosé smiles at you. You’re cringing and holding back gasps for air, but you just pat your chest and push the blunt back to Rosé.

“Wow, not bad, y/n,” her eyes are focused completely on your lips, “you look sexy with that between your lips.”

“Yeah, well,” your voice strains, worried that the ashes in your lungs will catch fire, “don’t get used to it.

Rosé giggles and takes the blunt into her mouth. You watch as the expert does it. She does the same as you, inhaling and breathing air in through her teeth, looking as if she isn’t bothered in the slightest. When she lets her head fall back, the smoke leaks from the corners of her mouth and dissipates into the cool air.

You let your head rest on your knees as you watch her. You found yourself staring a lot more lately, your thoughts wandering into the furthest points of your mind, where Rosé resided.

Thoughts of your first impressions of her often popped into your mind. When you didn’t know whether your idea of her was because of envy or bitterness. When you were oblivious to her stares and motives, all while you did your best to figure her out, too.

Then, to now. Where you couldn’t go seconds without thinking of her. Days without seeing her. Though you suppose, nothing has really changed.

At first, you didn’t mind hiding you and Rosé’s sex-capades. It was the thrill that drew you in, and the thrill that kept you.

But, little by little, session by session, you began to realize how bad you had it. As much as you hated yourself for the thoughts you had of her, how gross it made you feel, you couldn’t stop them. You did your best to try.

To push it from your mind, you wonder if your hangouts would ever consist of something not so… sneaky. Like a cute coffee date. Maybe to the movies, where the two of you could still be shrouded in darkness?

Whenever you got into your own head like this, she always tapped you to snap you out of it.

“Hey,” her voice broke through the screams of doubt in your ears, “don’t tell me you’re feeling it already?”

Rosé had an amused smile on her face. Her eyes had already gone a bit pink, a result of mindlessly taking hits while she watched you zone out at a patch of grass. “Do you want to take another one?”

Sitting with a conscious mind was not something that would end well for you right now. So, against the better part of your judgement, you take the blunt and take it to your mouth.

Oh, hell yeah.

Humorously, it doesn’t take many hits later for you to start feeling it.

Your vision begins to go blurry, your eyelids begin to grow heavier and heavier. Even your head feels like a weight, falling back every so often. Everything around you seems so surreal. Your surroundings look fake, almost— you’re even unsure about your own body being tangible.

You rub your fingers along the grass and feel the blades poke at you. You move your feet and see them rock side to side. The air around you feels cooler than you remember, though you feel as warm as ever. You widen your eyes and blink again.

Next to you, Rosé’s head is resting on the knees that she hugs, looking right at you. She’s grinning when you look at her, and you can’t help but giggle.

“What are you looking at?” You nudge her. Rosé nearly tips over with even the smallest of pushes, making her burst into a fit of giggles, too.

“You’re just, so cute, y’know?” She sighs.

“Oh, am I now?” You heave a sigh and lay on your back. You feel so heavy.

Hair tickles your face suddenly and you open your eyes to see Rosé peeking down at you.

“Yeah, you are.”

You smile. Rosé’s face looks flushed and her eyes are lidded, barely open to look at you, but you know that she is. Against her pale skin, her lips look round, red, plump.

“I like you. And I like spending time with you. I think we should try to, more.”

The words just fell from your mouth. And, truthfully, you didn’t care.

With that, Rosé hides a small blush on her face. Though she’s seen you at your most bare— quite literally— seeing you in this manner was different. Where you were brazen in the dark confines of a room, you were not outside of it. You were always quiet, obedient, cute.

She won’t tell you. But even she wonders what runs through your mind when you aren’t looking at her.

Out of everything within your vicinity that your eyes could trace over, you choose to let it trace Rosé. You start at her legs, following all the way up to where her shorts ended. Then they moved to the crevice of her hips, up her smooth, slim abdomen, moving to take the last resting place on her lips. Always so plump, always being chewed on or licked.

The longer you stare at Rosé, the more the longing between your legs grows hot. You aren’t sure why. Something about your body feels light, but so heavy— your head is fuzzy, everything is fuzzy. You can’t control the rush traveling through your body.

Maybe it’s Rosé’s eyes. They’re red, lidded, almost lifeless, but she looks so good. The way she’s boring holes right into your skull, playing with her lips like she usually does. Her fingers dancing across her shins, her hair falling past her shoulders.

It could also be the image of her beneath you in your mind, crying out your name. Gripping your shoulders. Begging for more.

You tear your eyes away from her and try to blink the thought away, though only more flood in. This is what you’re trying to avoid.

“Rosé,” you begin. You’re unsure whether or not this sudden confidence is from the drugs coursing through your system or from you being fed up with these dirty thoughts clouding your mind. “I have to… I wanted to ask…”

You’re cut off by a weight plopping itself onto your lap. Rosé looks down at you through her hair, already shedding her jacket from her shoulders. Her eyes are dark, her expression is determined. It’s silent for a moment.

“I am so horny right now, y/n.”

Your cheeks burst red. You frantically look to see if anyone is around, but your vision isn’t even able to comprehend your surroundings.

You just see her.

“Rosé—”

It’s just her. Just her lips.

A second later, it’s all you feel.

Rosé’s body presses against you, her arms on either side as she snakes her body around yours. It’s almost numbing to feel her lips on your own, but at the same time, it feels unreal. With your eyes closed, your head spins.

The air in your lungs is taken from you when Rosé’s hand reaches to ruffle your hair.

“I dream about you, y/n.”

You gasp as Rosé tugs your head back to look up at her. Her eyes are lidded, with a smile on her face. You follow the curves of her body and lick your lips.

“I lay in bed, and I try to take care of myself, but I can only think of you.”

The air around you begins to grow thin. You take a deep breath and swipe your tongue over your bottom lip. Pulling Rosé into you and holding her hips still, she kisses you with a hunger that sets your inside ablaze.

“I only want you, y/n,” Rosé gasps when you bite her lip.

You pause for a moment and look up at her.

Her eyes are burning into yours. You don’t know what that means. It makes your body feel weak, your stomach feels empty.

To you, those were the words you wanted to hear.

“Just let me take care of you, then.”

Rosé doesn’t object. She looks at you and surrenders to your hands.

The night ends as it usually does. The moon descends as it should.

And there, you fall.

That night replays in your head for days. All night and day.

When you woke up the next morning in the same clothes, disheveled and wrinkly, your eyes felt like they were being held closed. Your body felt like lead, weighing you down enough to leave an imprint into your bed.

As you lay there, hissing at the sun through your blinds, you reminisce the feeling of Rosé.

You just couldn’t stop thinking about her. The feeling of it all, the gentle touches across your skin, the deep, sensual kisses that were far from what you’ve felt with her before.

The words that you spoke to each other.

You wondered if they meant something. And it bothered you.

Constantly.

You and Rosé hadn’t had any time together since that night, days ago. You were far too busy practicing, as was she with cheerleading and her studies, so you were never able to bring this topic up to the bubbly girl.

Something in the back of your mind just kept chattering away. You wanted to talk to her about what happened, what you felt. You needed to. The feeling gnawed away at your insides, making you feel anxious and nervous with every thought.

As you sit in your last class, you steel your nerves and decide to confront her during her practice. You don’t have any today, so you wouldn’t have to stay long.

When the bell chimes, signaling the end of the day, you nearly pass out.

You make your way outside and out to the back of the school. You try to think of things to say and how you’re going to bring the topic up. You think about how she might react; perhaps she’ll feel the same way. It’s hard to imagine that she wouldn’t, honestly. The thought of her smile, excitedly jumping to you— it becomes too much for your poor heart.

The field comes into view and you find Rosé chatting with her usual friends, Jennie, Lisa, and Jisoo. They’re sitting on the grass doing stretches before they all group together for drills.

You don’t want to risk approaching Rosé when she’s with her friends. It’s just another thing that hurts you to think about, having to hide away from her friends. Maybe because she’s embarrassed of you? The thought of you two being together is obviously taboo within your school, and if any rumors were to spread about the two of you, her father would certainly have you belittled and embarrassed in front of the school. The only one who seems to know anything about the two of you is Jennie, but you have no idea about the others.

Speaking of Jennie, she spots you before you can greet them. “Oh hey, y/n.” Lisa and Jisoo crane their necks to look, but they don’t say anything yet. You wave just as Rosé turns around and see that she seems pleasantly surprised at your presence.

“Hi,” she smiles, “what are you doing here?”

“Hey,” you crouch down to whisper in Rosé’s ear, “can we talk?”

At first, Rosé eyes you up and down, but soon has a look mixed between worry and confusion on her face. The girls simply watch from a distance, but Jennie raises her eyebrows. She assumes that you’re just being bold out in the open; she grins.

Rosé nods and begins to get up. “I’ll be right back girls.”

“Oh, no worries,” Jennie waves her hand, “take your guys’ time. We can finish the stretches.”

You send a nervous smile her way because you already know what she’s thinking.

The two of you make your way back to the storage buildings, into the small alley right in between them. It’s a somewhat tight fit, but you’re out of sight from anybody that may pass by. In the moments of silence, Rosé peeks at you from the side of her eye.

“Soooo, what’s up y/n?” Rosé has her usual bounce in her step and a grin on her face, “Don’t tell me you miss me already?”

You smile. It’s hard not to.

“I just wanted to ask you about… something.” You lean back on the wall and shove your hands into your pockets. Rosé is already doing the same, tilting her head and looking at you intently.

“The night that we smoked together, umm,” you weren’t quite sure how to phrase it. “It seemed like something was different. And I wanted to know if you thought the same.”

If there was an answer in Rosé’s eyes, you can’t see it. She doesn’t reply.

Rosé stood, blinking. The chattering of the students walking along the track served as good background noise, but not well enough to keep the awkwardness from seeping in between you two.

“Umm, why do you ask?”

“It’s just… that night, Rosé,” she turns her head with a small sigh when you mention it again, “it was just different. And, I don’t know. I enjoyed being with you that night, so it just felt like there was something more there.”

You take a deep breath as you wait for her reply. She doesn’t move. She only looks at you, her eyes seemingly blank. Then you hear a small scoff.

“It was really nothing, y/n,” there’s a hint of a smile on Rosé’s face, but she looks more bothered than anything. “It was just like our usual get togethers.”

It felt like someone shot you right through your chest. Rosé’s expression doesn’t even change; she looks completely unmoved.

You furrow your eyebrows. “Our usual get-togethers?”

“Yes, y/n,” Rosé seems confused, “what was different? The only thing out of the ordinary was that we smoked.”

As you stand there, staring at the girl ahead of you, you feel your stomach tightening. God, you feel sick all of a sudden. There’s no way that this is Rosé.

You clench your jaw. “Did you just forget, then?” Your tone comes out a bit more fierce than you meant it to, “You said you only wanted me that night.”

Rosé sighs and shakes her head. You can sense her annoyance through her crossed arms. She isn’t even looking at you; she’s looking off to the side, like she’d rather be anywhere than with you right now.

When she does finally turn to you, her eyes hold a certain coldness that you’ve never felt.

“Y/n, when you’re high and horny, you say a lot of things.”

You feel absolutely sick. Your eyes wide, your jaw dropping in utter disbelief. “What the fuck, Rosé,” you hiss, “so, what? We’re nothing? After all that, everything you said?”

“That’s not something you— or we, for that matter— need to worry about right now,” Rosé groans again, “Just, stop thinking so much about it, alright?”

“So then when, Rosé?” You’re growing impatient, “How long are we gonna put this off? Because, honestly, this conversation is long overdue.”

“Y/n, can you just relax?”

Rosé’s tone stops you in your tracks. She’s running her hands through her hair and muttering to herself.

“Just stop. Okay? Stop stressing over nothing.” Not an ounce of remorse is showing in her face.

You don’t have the heart to reply. You don’t have the heart to say, “you’re all I think about.” You want to tell her how much you’ve let this feeling build up. How at first, you found it to be pure lust, but it isn’t. You want Rosé near you. Without anything else, just her.

Rosé sees the look on your face and sighs. She walks up to you and takes your face in her hands. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

She has the audacity to leave you with a kiss on your cheek.

The days turn into weeks, and you have yet to speak another word to Rosé. Not so much as a text from her, not once did she attempt to speak to you again. When you passed each other in the halls, you diverted your eyes and continued on your way.

It hurt. You felt gross, used. And seeing Rosé go on as if nothing happened, laughing and walking with her friends made it worse. On occasion, you thought that you saw her looking back at you, but you know that it was all in your head.

There was nothing between you two. You were nothing more than an experiment.

It was a thought that plagued you until the night of your game.

The locker room was no place to be thinking, either. It was rowdy, sweaty and cramped. Normally, you loved this— messing around with your teammates, hyping each other up for the game, but you were far too occupied.

However Seulgi, the captain of your team, could read you like a book. She has always been a close friend, especially since you two were the main ones who could take a hit in a game. It was always one of you ending up on the sidelines with a bloody nose, and one of you laughing at the other. She eyes you as you slowly change into your uniform, not engaging in the usual rough-housing or banter that usually occurred before games.

Without you noticing, she takes a wet rag and coils it up before snapping it right on the back of your thigh.

“What the—!!” You wince and fall to the floor, “Seul! What the fuck!”

“What’s wrong with you, huh??” She threatens to coil it up again, “Why are you being a bummer right now?”

“Wait, no, stop!!” You try to retreat into your locker to hide your legs, “I’m sorry! I’m just preoccupied!”

Seulgi held the rag in her hands, armed and ready to snap, but she didn’t. She narrowed her eyes at you and lowered it. “Hm. Well, you better snap out of it! This game determines how the rest of our season will play out, you know that!”

Stupid traditions and superstitions.

“Yes, I know, Seul! God, please put the towel away, I don’t have the adrenaline to withstand the snaps right now.” You sulk, “I’ll be fine, I swear!”

One thing you appreciated about Seulgi was that she never pressured you to get you to talk about anything private. She listened and gave advice when wanted, but she would never pry. If you told her she could trust you, she would.

Seulgi slung the rag over her shoulder and crossed her arms. “Alright, I have faith in you. Come on! Slap yourself, let’s get going!”

Seulgi was right. This was something you would have to focus on another time. You shake your head, yelling and slapping your cheeks, (Seulgi so nicely slapping you harder to help out, leaving you wincing in tears) and rush out of the locker room onto the field.

The lights blind you as soon as you step outside. The sound of cheers and yells surround you entirely, drowning out any internal noise you had bouncing around your brain.

The stands are completely filled with people. Adrenaline immediately courses through your body upon seeing everyone cheering, your stomach filling with butterflies under the fluorescent field lights.

Rosé was just on the other side of the field. Standing with her cheer team, she flashes a small smile and a wink. The pit that sits within your stomach grows. You can’t let her get to your head, not tonight.

The other team meets yours in the middle. You recognize a few of them from previous parties you’ve been to, though you can’t put a name to their faces.

You nod as a greeting, adjust your shorts, bend over your knees, and get into position on the field.

The game starts.

You underestimated the opposing school. Drastically.

They were running circles around your team, elusive and nimble as they were. It began to frustrate you. Play after play, they would score, and a chorus of groans would sound out through the stadium.

“Yo, what the heck!” Seulgi comes from behind and smacks your shoulder. You almost laugh; even in the most annoying situations, she refuses to curse. “We’re off our game!”

“Yeah, well, I’m trying here,” you huff, “try to get the ball to me. I got it.”

Seulgi gives you a thumbs up and sets up the next play to do exactly that. She sends the ball flying towards you, and you catch it with ease. The crowd jumps in excitement.

You guard the ball as best you can as the other team runs at you. The net was just within your grasp; you ready yourself to give the ball a hard kick before a leg comes out and sweeps your single leg from right beneath you, feeling someone’s shoulder ram right into your chest and knocking you down.

The crowd shrieks in horror as you plummet on your back. You choke out a gasp as soon as you slam onto the floor. You try to open your eyes and lift yourself up, but all you see are stars, and they are not pretty.

Seulgi sprints over to you the second she registers what happened and tries to help you up, but you roll on the ground in pain.

“What the fuck, dude…” you groan and look up at the other player, glaring at them with grit teeth. They’re not even paying you any mind. They smile and turn their back on you.

That was what made you quickly push yourself from the floor and storm over to them. The anger you feel is unmatched to however you’ve felt before. They turn and immediately take a step back, but before you can even get closer, a hand is on your chest.

“Whoa, whoa, ha ha,” Seulgi quickly and awkwardly pushes her way between the two of you, “let’s relax, come on.” She takes your hand and tugs you back a bit, making sure to look back at the other player, who has not moved from their spot. Not another word is exchanged between them as Seulgi walks with you back to starting positions.

Your team seems shocked. Not one of them says another word to you, not when you already have your eyes set on the person you want to take down.

While the cheerleaders scream and hype up the team to continue going, Rosé stops. She’s staring out at you, honestly puzzled by your demeanor today. She wants to go over to you and genuinely ask you what’s wrong. The look on your face isn’t one that she’s used to seeing you wear.

Your mind at the moment is only focused on the game. As soon as the referee blows the whistle, you bolt forward.

You grind your teeth together and begin to rush at the other player, running faster, pushing yourself and shouting for your teammates to do the same.

The other team has the ball. You’re far too determined now to let them make yet another score. As soon as you are near the runner, you dart your leg out and slide right by, knocking both the player down and gaining control of the ball. The audience goes wild, screaming your name as you sprint over to the other side. Seulgi watches your back, running with you, all up until you send the ball flying into the goal.

The screams that echo throughout the field nearly burst your eardrums. On top of Seulgi screaming into your ear, your cheer team is losing their absolute mind. It’s the first time you’ve heard your name come from so many mouths, and it honestly makes you feel really good.

It pushes you to continue doing your best. You and Seulgi let the rest of your team know of the plays you want to do, and you all agree on one thing; do whatever you have to do.

In doing so, you get called out by the ref a couple times for aggressiveness. You roll your eyes each time and resume playing just as you did before.

The cheers of the crowd drown out as you run and slide all over the field. Sweat drips from your chin, illuminated by the blaring lights above you. Your teammates yell and slap a hand on your shoulder whenever you make a goal; you smile and give a wave to everyone watching.

Rosé is looking at you intently. She has always liked watching the way you get so serious for these games. She liked seeing how your uniform stuck to your body when you were dripping sweat, whenever you pushed your hair back from your face.

You’re different tonight though. She can see it in your stoic body language. You’re rough, tougher on the outside than you usually are. The expression on your face shows your determination. It’s like you’ve opened yourself up, a new image for others to see.

Across the field, there’s another pair of eyes on you, watching with such intrigue and amazement.

They saw you the moment you stepped onto the field. They saw the way all eyes fell to you the moment you got into position. Exuding so much confidence, they thought.

As you hunch over, catching a well needed breath during a small quarrel between an opposing player and the referee, you glance around the field to take a look at everyone.

Your schoolmates are going crazy in the stands. You’ve managed to catch up to the opposing team, now only being a mere couple points away from winning in the game’s last moments. You don’t dare look at the cheer squad, though you can hear their screams of encouragement.

When you look over at Seulgi, she’s bent over just as you are, dripping sweat. You give a questioning thumbs up to check on her, which she returns with her usual large smile and a thumbs up right back.

You stop when your eyes lock with a cheerleader from the opposing team. She’s standing with her pompoms in hand, completely zoned out as she stares. The others are just chatting around her.

You can’t see her very well— all you can make out is bright orange hair— and the fact that she’s definitely turned to you, unmoving.

Her eyes widen and she turns to hide her face when she notices you looking back at her. She’s tall, so you can still see her forehead behind the others, but you pay no mind. A confused yet flattered smile crosses your face before you turn back and resume your position.

Motivation floods throughout your body. You can’t look bad now, now in front of all these people— not in front of Rosé. You turn to look at where she is and see her cheering the team on, but you peel your eyes away before you rush back into the mess.

The last play of the game resumes. You rush at the players and push your way through, watching as Seulgi takes the ball. You guard her, running and pushing yourself until it feels like your ribs are going to burst from your abdomen; Seulgi drives the ball right to you. With one strong, final swing of your leg, the ball is sent spiraling right through the goalie’s hands.

You hear the screams before the ball even touches the net.

Exhaustion settles into your body right when your knees touch the floor, but Seulgi rushes up and engulfs you in a bear-hug, lifting you up and spinning you around.

“Wow, y/n!! That was amazing!! I’m so proud of you!!”

For the second time that night, your name spills from the mouths of hundreds.

The crowd is still vast when you and your team emerge from the locker rooms. Everyone around you is slapping you on the back, cheering your guys’ names and congratulating you. You do your best to smile and thank everyone passing, but you can’t even register anyone’s faces as they mull on by.

There is one person you haven’t seen yet, though. You suppose it’s a longshot if you do, but… a “congratulations” would be nice. You crane your neck upwards, looking out over the crowd and searching for Rosé, but the sea of families and friends flooding the area makes it hard.

You sigh. She’s nowhere to be found.

“Hey! Tough guy!” Seulgi comes out of nowhere and slaps her hand on your shoulder, “You’re coming with us to my house to celebrate, right?”

Even if you’re looking at her, Seulgi can notice that you aren’t really listening. So she just stares at you.

“Umm,” you peek back over at the crowd, “I’ll see if I can. I might have something to take care of.”

Seulgi immediately deadpans and lifts an eyebrow. She knows that look on your face more than anything. It’s the, “I’m going to make up a lie so that I can stay inside by myself,” look.

“Well, don’t be a downer,” Seulgi punches you now, “Whatever’s on your mind, store it for another day. We’re gonna drink a little bit. Nothing major.”

“Hm??” You snap your head back around, “You??”

“Y/n, don’t act so surprised,” she rolls her eyes, “you act like you’ve never done that before.”

Before you can reply, someone comes up and takes Seulgi’s forearm and tugs on it. “Hey. We should get to your place early to set up.” The stranger says before turning to you with a small smile, “Hi, y/n. Great game! Seulgi always talks about you.”

You recognize her as one of Rosé’s friends. She’s usually off doing schoolwork or running clubs around the campus, as you’ve been told. She, however, shouldn’t know too much about you. You still greet her with a smile.

“Okay, Irene, I’m coming—”

Oh, her name is Irene.

Seulgi nods and looks to you, “I’ll see you there!” She makes sure to send you dagger eyes before being quickly tugged away by the shorter girl. As you watch them run off together, you squint your eyes. Since when has Seulgi mentioned hanging around Irene?

Interesting. That’ll be something you think about later.

For now, you stand and lean on a tree just outside the stadium. People are still flooding out of the gates as they connect with their friends and leave with their families, so you wave and say goodbye to many as they go. A few of them come up and ask if you’re going to Seulgi’s house, to which you tell them you’re not sure yet.

Because you’re here waiting for a miracle.

You hope that your phone can be more entertaining to you than watching cars honk at each other as they pull out of embarrassingly tight parking spaces.

No new notifications. No surprise to you.

You spend your time scrolling through stupid videos on your phone. Messages from your team’s group chat start flowing in about being on their way to Seulgi’s or what they should wear and bring. You sigh and swipe up on the notifications to be rid of them.

The cool, night breeze feels good on your body. It wakes you up and shakes you from your sleepy daze. Right now, you want nothing more but to take a hot shower and crawl into your bed to laze around and bask in your victory by yourself. Being around an entire crowd makes you feel somewhat uneasy; who would be there? Strangers? Just your friends?

If Irene was going, maybe that meant…

No. Honestly, you were unsure why you subjected yourself to waiting. You didn’t even know what you were waiting for. The talk that you had with Rosé should have been enough discouragement to begin with.

You were just about to tuck your phone away and head to your dorm when someone comes up and gently taps your shoulder. Your blood pressure spikes, expecting to turn to see a certain strawberry blonde— it’s not.

Instead, it’s a girl with bright orange hair.

“Hi, I’m sorry to bother you,” the stranger smiles. Her voice is soft and her smile is wide— she’s beaming at you. “I just wanted to congratulate you, for the win. You were really great.”

You look her up and down. It’s the cheerleader you saw from the other team, no doubt. Even if it was from a distance, the hair color is a dead giveaway. Though now, up close, you see her puffy cheeks and big, doting eyes. You don’t mean for your eyes to linger, but she’s cute.

To make light conversation, you laugh as you gesture to your uniform. “Thank you, but… are you sure you’re supposed to be congratulating me?”

She keeps the smile on her face. “Well, you played amazingly. No doubt about that.”

A curse that you had was blushing every time you talked to a pretty girl. You were sure that pink had crept up to your cheeks by now. “Thank you. Honestly, I almost thought I wouldn’t make it. Your team got pretty intense,” you took a deep breath and laughed, “I almost died on the floor.”

“Yeah, they…” she sighs and shakes her head, “they get pretty crazy about it. Apparently there’s this superstition that the outcome of the first game sets up the season, or something.”

“My captain said the same thing!” You may have said that a bit too excitedly, but she laughs. The dopey grin on your face doesn’t falter one bit. She has such a calming demeanor about her. Her voice is almost comforting with how gentle she talks. “You know, you made me kind of nervous when I saw you across the field.”

The girl suddenly gets a bit bashful. “You saw me?”

“I did, sorry. I didn’t mean to stare. I zone out really easily.”

“No, it’s okay. I was the one staring— I mean! I was watching you play, of course! I wasn’t cheering for you though, since that would be wrong and all, I just saw how determined you looked. And it was honestly really cool, the way you—”

You watched the girl ramble on and on. She seemed to be muttering to herself by now. You wanted to laugh, but honestly, you found it to be endearing. She didn’t seem like the shy type when she initially approached you but her mumbling makes you think otherwise. You don’t want her to feel awkward, so you try to help out a bit. Doing your best not to be rude, you interrupt her quiet ramble by blurting out, “What’s your name?”

She blinks. It looks like she’s having a system reboot.

Before you know it, she’s once again beaming. “My name is Sana!” She abruptly puts her hand out for you, “And you’re y/n?”

You smile. “I am. Did you figure that out, or did you have to ask around?”

“I did have to strain my ears to make out what the crowd was saying, but I was able to figure it out.” She giggled, “But you’re quite a hot topic right now, so it wasn’t like I didn’t hear your name everywhere afterwards.”

Tonight seemed like a weird night. You won your game, hundreds of people chanted for you, and now this random, pretty girl has come up to you to strike up a conversation. You began to wonder if you really did die on that field, and you were just living an extended version of your life in heaven.

Sana sways on her feet while the two of you talk. You, in turn, start rambling as well, going through topic after topic. Your schools, classes, hobbies— you learn that you two have quite a few things in common.

After some time, your guys’ voices come to a lull, and the two of you are simply standing under the streetlights and trees. Sana begins to sway on her toes.

“Anyway. Sorry, I didn’t come over to waste your time, um…” she plays with her hands that are now behind her back, “I wanted to ask if you would like to hang out sometime? Maybe we can go out to celebrate your win?”

Now was your turn to do a system reboot.

Was this pretty girl asking you out?

You’re cautious. And for a good reason; is she just trying to take you back home?

So you pause and squint your eyes. “Like… like out? Out out?”

Sana furrows her brow. “Um, yes? I’m not sure what just one ‘out’ would mean rather than two,” she laughs and plays off her shyness with a shrug, “I think you’re cute.”

You have never been given such direct words before. At least not in a sweet, wholesome way. Your cheeks quickly flare up and turn pink right before Sana’s eyes; you know that she sees it because her smile grows wider.

You begin to weigh the pros and cons. Sana is really cute. Even seeing her from a distance had you staring at her. She’s sweet, she’s smiley, and she’s very direct with you. That’s good.

Cons. You’re in a sticky situation that you would rather not drag anybody, especially someone as nice as Sana, into. But, why does that matter to you? You did try to talk it out, and in the end, you were left in the dust. You have no ties to anyone right now.

It isn’t wrong of you to just innocently see where this would lead. Right?

You open your mouth to agree, but you pause. As much as you want to say yes, you think about how devastated Seulgi would be if she learned that you chose a date with a stranger over a party at her house. Though you feel like she’d understand, you know it would be wrong.

So you sigh. “Tonight isn’t the best. I’m actually heading to a friend’s party right now. I’m sorry.”

Although Sana seems a bit bummed out at first, she tilts her head. “Is it Seulgi’s?”

“How do you kn—”

“My friends are friends with them, too. She had invited us over earlier,” Sana smiles, “I hope that doesn’t make you uncomfortable.”

You give a final look back to the field. It’s starting to clear now, but you still can’t find what you’re looking for.

With a sigh, you look back and smile. “It doesn’t, actually. I’ll see you there?”

“Can’t wait.” She leaves with a wink.

When you finally arrive at Seulgi’s, it takes a minute of you gripping your steering wheel to gather your courage and go inside. Music is already vibrating the outside of her home, so you assume quite a few people are already there.

You finally leave your car and go inside.

Yeah. Way more than a few people.

“Heyyy, you made it!” Seulgi rushes up to you as soon as she sees you trying to quietly close the door, “I’m glad you decided not to stay holed up in your dorm!”

“Yeah, yeah.” You push her off of yourself and laugh. As you stare at Seulgi, you squint your eyes.

“Have you already started drinking?”

Her hair is disheveled, more so than it usually is, and her cheeks are flushed too. Seulgi quickly pats her hair down with a laugh. “No, not yet! Just been… running around trying to get all the stuff ready. Why, did you want to now?”

You stop to think. It’s been some time since you’ve drank, so there shouldn’t be any harm in it. As you look around the house, you see your oh so innocent friends sipping from cups— you suddenly feel like a prude.

“Yeah, why not. Just not strong, alright?”

Seulgi gives you a salute and heads off to grab you a cup.

“I’m serious, Seul, not strong!” You call off once more because you know she doesn’t listen to you.

As you wait, you look around and recount the people you know. There’s a few, including the girl from earlier, Irene, hovering around Seulgi and smiling constantly. Familiar faces, but not the ones you’re looking for.

On the couch of the other room sits a group of girls that you don’t recall seeing before. They’re all talking and laughing with their cups in hand, probably gossiping about the latest school drama and whatnot. Yeri is over there, as is Joy, so you decide to walk over to say hi.

Intimidation settles over your body the minute you get closer. When their faces come into view, pretty and scary as they are, you turn on your heels and almost run away.

“Hey, y/n, you came!”

You clench your eyes shut. Damnit.

With a slow turn you look towards Yeri and Joy with a smile. “Yes, hey guys.”

“You neeeever come out dude,” Joy gestures you over, “come here! Meet our friends!”

All eyes are now on you. Hesitantly, you walk over to the side of the couch and give a wave. “Hi, everyone. I’m y/n.”

“Y/n is great, she’s the one you guys saw get knocked on her ass and then almost into a fight,” Yeri grabs you in a headlock and laughs, “Quiiite aggressive, this one.”

“Yeri, geez, do you mind…” You push her off with a groan.

The girls all chuckle and the blush in your cheeks bursts across your face. You recognize them now— they were still wearing their opposing school colors.

“These are the cheerleaders from the other school. This is Jihyo, Nayeon, Momo, Tzuyu…” Joy’s voice trails off as you follow their faces. There’s a whole bunch of them; there’d be no way you’d remember their names by the end of the night.

“And that’s Sana.”

Your eyes fall on her last, but she’s already looking at you. She has a drink in her hand, a smile on her face upon seeing that you finally showed up. She looks expensive, you think; she holds her cup so dainty, and her legs are crossed at her thighs.

You dart your eyes elsewhere, embarrassed to have her watching your friends tease you.

“First, we want to apologize on behalf of our team. We know they can get a little…” The girl whose cup read “Jihyo” sucked air through her teeth and scrunched up her face.

“Intense.” Sana finished. You look over at her and smile this time.

You make conversation with the girls until Seulgi finally brings your drink to you.

“What is this?”

“Don’t worry about it, you’ll like it!”

You take a sip and grimace. You definitely don’t.

“Don’t be picky, tough guy.” Seulgi laughs over the music and sits beside you, Irene following suit. You wave to Irene and she does the same.

“How are you, y/n? The other team kinda…” Irene winces. You wave your hand.

“I’m fine now, it’s okay. Kinda got the wind knocked out of me, though.” Yeri doesn’t hold back on her laughs and slaps her hand on your shoulder. With a roll of your eyes, you put your arm around her shoulder and squeeze her until she whines.

“But, enough about me,” you talk over Yeri’s complaining, “How are you, Irene? How long have you known Seulgi?”

She is unfazed by the question and just smiles. “She helps me out with setting up the club events sometimes. It’s been a while, actually.”

“I am so surprised that jock-Seulgi even knows that other clubs exist.” You get a hard jab to your arm and laugh, “I’m just kidding!”

Seulgi grumbles and smacks you again. “Anyway. You’ve met the girls, right?” She points ahead. They all nod in unison with you.

“Okay, cool, so we don’t need any introductions. Why don’t we go dance?!”

The girls wasted absolutely no time in jumping from their seats and rushing to the “dance floor” which was just Seulgi’s living room with all of the furniture pushed away. You watch as they take a gulp of their drinks before practically tossing them down and stumbling over each other.

Finally, you’re left with Sana, who scoots closer to you. Nervousness quickly begins to take over, so you decide that you need a few gulps of your own drink before you talk to her and do exactly that, visibly holding back groans when you finally stomach it.

Sana nudges you. “I’m glad you were able to make it.”

When you turn to her, you take a deep breath and smile. “I’m glad you were invited. I would’ve been really upset if I had to turn down your invite out.”

The two of you spend a good amount of time talking, playfully joking with each other as you go through one, two, three drinks. She asks you about yourself, though you fear there isn’t much for you to tell her. She has many more interesting things to tell you when you pass the conversation to her; she tells you about all of the trouble that she and her friends have gotten into while in their dorms, her hobbies, her interests… you begin to doze off as she talks. Not because she’s boring, but because you could listen to her rant all night.

“Sana!! Come on!!” Someone yelling snaps you out of your trance. You turn your head and see that it’s Dahyun frantically waving her arms and gesturing you guys over. Next to her, you catch a glimpse of Seulgi dancing with Irene in the mess of a crowd, and you chuckle.

Sana waves her hand and mouths, “One second!”

Your head starts to feel a bit fuzzy as you sit there. A part of you wants to get up and join your friends, though you think maybe that wouldn’t be such a great idea.

“Do you dance?”

Sana is eyeing you when you turn to her.

“Oh, no,” you scoff, “not at all. I dance like I have no balance with a third leg. And not the good kind.”

Sana bursts into laughter and smacks your arm. Her laugh is so genuine and her smile is so bright. You enjoy her presence next to you as you casually drink and watch your friends make fools of themselves on the dance floor.

Meanwhile, Sana watches you. She rests her chin on her hand and looks up at you, eyes shining under the ever-changing lights. Her eyes follow your movements, the way your legs bounce as you sit, the way your fingers twitch around your cup, the way you’re always looking around the room, but not directly at her. Though you’re nervous around her, she finds it cute.

You jump when you feel Sana’s hand slide into yours. “Come dance with me!”

“What?” you gasp, shaking your head, “Did you not just hear me say that I don't dance?”

“Just because you don't doesn’t mean you can't.” Sana takes you by your hand and pulls you into the crowded, makeshift dance floor, stumbling over your feet and knocking into bodies around you.

She tries her best to guide you to the dances but she breaks into laughter every time you mess up, though half of the time is because Sana is stepping on her own feet. You spend the rest of the song laughing, jumping, swaying to the rhythm of the music.

You remind yourself that you deserve to have this fun. Forget all of the mindless nonsense and delusions that have been in the back of your mind; especially since you were probably not even a thought for another.

The crowd dancing in the small living room only seemed to grow, gradually pushing you and Sana closer together, but you didn’t mind. You’re not sure where Seulgi and them wandered off to, probably somewhere meshed into the crowd too, so you and Sana stay facing each other and goofily jumping to the music.

It’s easy for you to get carried away, especially with the way Sana eyes you up and down, staring at her sweet smile with alcohol tingling every inch of your skin. Amidst the crowd full of flushed faces, you can’t take your eyes off of the glowing girl right ahead of you. Your vision is impaired, but you see her smiling at you, tugging on the sides of your shirt to get closer.

Her eyes continuously dart between yours and your lips. You have half a mind to lean in, just a little bit.

Sana’s hands skim down your forearms to take your hands into hers, and you let her. You try to move along with her, key word try, and she laughs at how bad you are at keeping up with the beat, and you laugh along with her. Based on your incessant giggling, the alcohol was surely starting to take its toll on you.

Your eyes falter as you watch her. There’s a certain look in Sana’s eyes— one that you have seen before, but coming from Sana, makes you flustered. The way that Sana looks at you is so different from how Rosé does. Sana’s eyes stay on yours. They scrunch up when she smiles.

Her lips are parted, her breathing heavy. Her gentle hands caress the back of your neck and leave you shivering under the touch.

Your movements were more in sync now. Or maybe the liquid courage just made you think so.

It’s new to you, that a touch as simple as that could make you feel such a way. The smile on her face never fades and you can’t stop gazing at the way her eyes sparkle at you.

The distance between the two of you begins to lessen, ever so slowly. You catch her eyes darting down to your lips and feel something greedy beginning to bubble within you. Inch by inch, you move closer until you feel her breaths, smelling of watermelon margarita, on your lips. You hope that you smell just as good.

But Sana gently presses her finger against them. Your eyes open as you pause, surprised at the touch.

Sana is looking up at you through lidded eyes and has a dopey smile on her face. “We’re drunk,” she giggles, “and you haven’t taken me on a date yet.”

You blink. Your eyebrows raise.

“A date?” You ask, slowly taking her hand and holding it in yours, “You want to go on a date?”

Music is blaring throughout the room, people are bumping into each other, but it doesn’t bother you one bit. Your tunnel vision is directing you straight to Sana.

“You’ll have to ask me better than that,” she rolls her eyes and juts her bottom lip out in a pout. You practically melt right then and there.

You smile and lean in again. She almost stops you once more, but you only press against the side of her head to whisper in her ear.

“Why don’t I ask you when we’re not drunk?” You lean some of your weight onto her, albeit accidentally, “I’ll do it properly.”

Sana melts under your hold. She takes her arms and wraps it around your neck, holding you there, and smiles.

“Yes, I’d like that.”

Despite the loud music and wave of people around you, you feel like you’re in heaven.

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starryhyuck · 4 years ago

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not the same. (m)

pairing: dom!renjun x sub!reader

words: 2k+

summary: you haven’t seen renjun in years, and you can’t deny your crush on him hasn’t gone away.

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: multiple orgasms, creampie, choking, degradation

This isn’t weird. You’re hanging out with Renjun for the night just like you used to.

He’s also incredibly hot now, but that’s a different story.

The door swings open and you put on your best smile. Renjun grins back and envelops you in a hug, and you try your best to ignore the warmth pooling at your core.

“Hey, I missed you!”

You giggle and wrap your arms around his waist. “I missed you too, Renjun.”

He ushers you inside and notes that the rest of the boys are gone for the night, so it would just be you two. All alone. For hours.

You can do this.

“I made dinner, I’m hoping you still like that stuff we used to eat in school,” he chuckles, hovering over the stove while you take a seat at the dining table.

“It sounds great,” you beam. “Thank you.”

You cough awkwardly. You don’t really know what to say — you haven’t seen Renjun in a few years. The both of you were practically joined at the hip since birth, but you’ve grown a lot after he left, and so has he. You still kept in touch with his career and his surmounting success, but FaceTime calls aren’t the same as being together in real life.

“Do you still dance?” He questions, stirring whatever contents he was brewing. “I remember how good you used to be.”

You chuckle. “From time to time, but not as much as before. I can obviously tell you’re still dancing. Donghyuck mentioned you’ve been working out a lot lately too.”

He rolls his eyes playfully. “Yeah, I work out, but nothing changes.”

I beg to differ. You cough again.

“When did you start talking to Donghyuck again anyways?” He asks. You think you hear a hint of jealousy in his voice, but you shake the thought off before it grows.

“You know him, he’s always bugging me when he gets bored. He was also trying to find something to blackmail you with.”

He laughs, and you forgot how that sound used to make you feel. You shove down the butterflies blooming in your chest. Your crush on Renjun really never went away, especially after he rose to stardom and kept in contact with you. His parents still call you their daughter-in-law, which doesn’t help your attempts to let the crush subside at all.

You eat dinner in silence, and it isn’t comfortable silence either. It’s after a few minutes pass when Renjun grows upset and throws down his chopsticks.

“What’s wrong with us? We were never awkward like this before.”

You blink, avoiding his gaze. “Um, well, we haven’t seen each other in a long while.”

“But we talk all the time,” he frowns. “We had a two hour call just last week.”

You shrug. “I don’t know what to tell you, Renjun.”

You want to tell him that seeing him in person clearly has an effect on you. Your panties are practically ruined just because you’re sitting next to him. It’s been like this all the time, but you’re usually able to control your affections for him in a more subtle manner.

“Is it me? Is it the food? Do you actually not like it anymore? I can-“

“No, no, the food is fine,” you assure. You feel incredibly bashful trying to speak to him about your thoughts. “I just- I don’t know. It’s hard. Seeing you in person again.”

His eyebrows furrow. “Why?”

You exhale. “Because you always make me feel weird, Renjun.”

His frown grows deeper. “Okay, you lost me. Am I making you uncomfortable? I don’t mean to.”

“No!” You hiss, getting frustrated. “I just- The crush I had on you years ago never went away, okay? I tried, but it’s just hard seeing you like this.”

You angrily stab your fork into your food and curse yourself silently. You pause when you feel his hands move over yours, turning so you can face him.

“Renjun, what are you-“

You gasp when his lips press against yours, thumb caressing your cheek slowly. You whimper when he pulls you closer against him, to the point where you’re almost straddling his lap.

“Renjun,” you whisper, and he shushes you.

“It’s okay, baby. How long did you wait for me?”

Your fingers grip his shoulder as he balances you on top of him.

“I- um-“

He laughs. “I heard you tell Jaemin a few months ago about your crush. I was wondering if I should make a move or not.”

You narrow your eyes. “So you knew.”

He hums, and moves his mouth to press kisses against your neck. The sensation has you arching at the touch, and your breath hitches as Renjun’s hands move lower and lower.

“So all that time, you were just imagining yourself under me, weren’t you?”

You swallow. “Maybe.”

He laughs again, but this time, it sounds just a little more sinister. You wonder if you’ve awoken something in him.

You squeal when he picks you up, easily moving the two of you to his bedroom. He lays you down on his bed, fingers still gripping your hips tightly. He smiles down at you.

“Aren’t you a pretty sight?”

“Won’t Jisung be mad? We’re violating his room.”

“It’s my room too,” he muses, sucking at the sensitive spot on your neck. “And he won’t know. I understand you’re incapable of keeping a secret, but I’m actually quite good at it.”

“Hey!” You pout.

He grins. “Cutie.” He pauses as his hands hover over your jeans. “I should let you know something before we go further.”

You nod, sensing the nervousness in his tone. “It’s okay, Renjun. I trust you.”

He chuckles. “I’m not usually- um, I’m not usually delicate with these sorts of things.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You mean having sex?”

“Yeah. I mean, I’m not crazy, but I don’t like going slow.”

“Well, it’s not like I’m a virgin, Renjun.”

“I just think it would be best if we have a safe word.”

Arousal builds within you at the thought of Renjun being so rough. You never expected it from him, if you’re being completely honest. Renjun was always your happy, tiny friend who loved you unconditionally.

“Um, okay. How about pineapple?”

“Sounds good to me.”

And then Renjun unleashes a part of him you’ve never seen before. You gasp when he undresses you in a blink of an eye, his eyes darkening at the lace of your panties.

“Did you wear this for me, baby?”

You stutter. “I-I didn’t know-“

He smiles. “Just teasing. You look so cute when you’re on the spot, you know.”

You don’t have time to respond before he’s running a finger up your clothed core. You hiss and arch your back.

“So responsive,” he hums. “Tell me how you like it, baby.”

You blink. “I usually like it when they eat me out first.”

“Yeah?” He asks, taking the shell of your ear between his lips. “You like it when they eat your cunt? When they play with your pretty little pussy?”

You whimper at the filth leaving his mouth. “Yes, yes,” you cry. “I want it, please.”

He growls. “Fuck, baby. I want to make a mess out of you.”

He moves until he’s in between your thighs, pressing kisses against the flesh. Your breath hitches as his fingers tug your underwear down. You’re a little shy to be so bare in front of him, but with the way Renjun looks at you, you swear he’s about to devour you at any moment.

You whine when he takes the first lick up your slit, pleasure shooting through your veins. You watch as he spits onto your cunt, tongue circling over your clit roughly. Your orgasm crashes into you without warning and you cry out, tangling your hands into his hair and pulling him closer. He drinks your essence as you ride out the waves of your high.

“Renjun, Renjun, Renjun,” you chant his name, feeling over the moon.

He laughs when you come down. “You cum really fast. Good.”

“Wait-“

You almost scream when he slides two fingers into you. His thumb presses against your clit harshly and you move to scramble away from him.

“I’m too sensitive, no, no-“

He shushes you. “Don’t worry, baby. I got you.”

You swear you scream when he pushes a third finger inside your dripping pussy, sending you over the edge again. You’re a whimpering mess at this point, begging Renjun to give you a break while he coos at you.

“Aw, you’re so pretty when you look like a little whore for me, baby. Are you always this wet for everyone else?”

“J-Just for you,” you whisper, struggling to breathe. He laughs at your disheveled state.

“It’s just for me? Pretty slut, all for me, right baby?”

You nod and he retracts his fingers, stuffing them in his mouth. He nearly licks them clean and you gasp at how lewd the action is.

“Can I h-have your cock n-now?”

His grin stretches from ear to ear. “Oh? You want more? So greedy.”

“Renjun, please.”

“You can do a lot better than that,” he teases. “Tell me how much you want my cock, sweet girl.”

You scramble. “I want it s-s-so badly, R-Renjun. W-Want you to fill my t-tight pussy with your cock. You made me wait too long,” you whine.

“I did make you wait a long time, didn’t I?”

You eagerly agree, hoping he’ll give you what you desire. You squeak when his fingers close around your throat. He leans down to lick a stripe up your cheek.

“Open.” You follow instructions, opening your mouth wide and observing as his spit trails down to your tongue. “Swallow.”

You obey and he smiles, pleased with your performance.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, baby. Remember your safe word?”

You nod. All you can do is lay down and watch as he frees his cock from the confines of his underwear, his hand still wrapped around your throat possessively. Your eyes widen at the length of his cock, giving himself a few tugs before he positions at your entrance.

You whine. “Hurry, Renjun.”

“Such an impatient whore.”

The stretch is burning and you moan, your eyes locked on how Renjun struggles to push inside of you.

“Fuck. You’re so fucking tight.” When he bottoms out, you both exhale loudly. He pushes your thighs apart further and balances himself on his knees. “Remember that safe word, baby.”

You wonder why Renjun was so concerned about pushing it too far until he actually fucks you. The pleasure is mind numbing, and combined with him choking you and rubbing at your clit, you feel like you’re going to pass out. It gets to be too much for you again, and you whimper, trying to push him away.

He scolds you. “Don’t be such a brat. Take your fucking like a good girl.”

You’re sure you have another two orgasms without actually registering they’re happening. You feel limp in his arms, practically turning into a doll for him to fuck as he pleases. When the fire builds in your stomach again, you feel a tear slip down your cheek.

“I can’t, Renjun. I c-can’t.”

“Yes, you can and you will. One more, pretty girl, and I’ll give you all my cum like a good whore deserves. Don’t you want that, baby?”

And you want it. You want it more than you’ve ever wanted anything before.

Your last orgasm is blinding, and you grip his arm tightly, trying to pull him as close as you possibly can. Your whole body twitches and Renjun groans, spilling into you after you continuously clench down on his cock.

When you both recover, you feel like a different person. You faintly hear him rising to clean you up, whimpering when his cock slips out of you. His calming voice returns soon after.

“Shh, good girl. Did so good for me.”

Your eyes widen when you feel him gather the cum dripping onto your thighs and pushing it back into you.

“Renjun-“

“It’s okay, I got you. Last one, I promise.”

You fulfill his wishes, and it doesn’t take very much for you to be thrown off the edge again. You pass out shortly after, hearing his praises before your eyes flutter shut.

“Good girl. So pretty and pliant for me. Sweet dreams.”

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Quiet Music: Obbligato (Chapter Seven)

In collaboration with @bethanysnow

Off to the races with no time for nights gone wrong. Being at a wit's end deserves a reward, one of teasing breaths and words, adding to the stories the hallway could tell. Vulnerable words pinned to the wall and kissing it all better.

Content | Fluff

Pairing | fem!Reader x Damiano

Word Count | 7187

***

The morning was awkward, to say the least. Y/n had woken up first and before she could even look at the man beside her, her phone started ringing, management was calling. So she was off to work. No time for the thoughts that were still running around in her mind. No time to process.

They didn’t get to talk, she and Damiano. Both of them were hurrying to get packed up and get the others woken up to then get to the airport. It seemed impossible to find a quiet minute with just the two of them, some privacy, some peace of mind. The call from that morning was their manager, who had already been up for two hours ranting about some of the changes that needed to be made. Today it was going from zero to one hundred with no end in sight.

She had hoped things would calm down as they reached the airport, but chaos seemed to follow wherever they went. It started with Victoria panicking because she couldn’t locate her jacket anymore - she made sure to let everyone in the greater vicinity know that it was her absolute favourite and she had worn it in Rotterdam and she could not go anywhere, much less fly to London, without it. Luckily this ended up being one of Y/n’s easiest tricks that day. After retracing their steps throughout the terminal the jacket was quickly reclaimed from a lovely barista at a café who had collected it for safekeeping.

Y/n was hoping to catch her breath for a moment, but then Chili was being an absolute nuisance. Contrary to her normally chill and relaxed state of being, she now insisted on being cuddled and petted and having all the attention on her. Unfortunately, no one’s but Y/n’s attention would do, so she was stuck with a wriggling fur ball in her arms for the foreseeable future. It didn’t help when Ethan ran up to her in a panic, having realised that his hairbrush was missing. She wanted to calm him down, explain that there were more than enough shops to get a new one in London, but apparently, there was no hairbrush quite like it as if it was the magical reason behind his shiny hair. So with a sigh and Chili pressed against her, she called the hotel in Amsterdam requesting for them to look for the missing item and please send it to London. Express. They would be there for three days and it better arrive during that time. The confused receptionist promised to do her best.

When Y/n heavily fell into her seat on the plane she was looking forward to either a quick nap or a chance to talk to Damiano, who she conveniently chose to sit next to, but all plans evaporated as soon as Thomas claimed the aisle seat, excitedly chattering away. She could tell he was looking forward to getting back to London and having some free time there on top of it, but she really didn’t need to hear the story of how they all lived there for a while yet again. Damiano sent her a pitiful look, but all she could do was shrug. Shrug, lean back, and let Thomas’ talk lure her into sleep, hopefully.

***

Luckily, the flight wasn’t as bad this time around. Y/n still held tightly to her coat on lift-off and landing, but that seemed to be the extent of her uncomfortableness. Damiano kept his eyes on her, on the bandage around her wrist, as if waiting for it to come undone and her right along with it. It didn’t happen. They touched down in London within less than an hour.

Heathrow airport was crowded with fans. For the first time on that tour, it had gotten really bad. Security managed to keep people at bay though as the band and crew made their exit, not stopping for photos and full of apologies for having to leave. The shouting, the reaching hands, and the flashing cameras seemingly did nothing to improve Y/n’s mood, Damiano thought. Her face remained neutral, but he could see the little signs underneath. A short cab ride later, and the usual busy atmosphere of arriving at a hotel for the first time engulfed them. People moving luggage, figuring out rooming arrangements, crowding the lobby. Damiano stayed out of it, smoking a quick cigarette with Thomas and Ethan outside, before heading inside as well.

Damiano didn’t notice that anything was wrong until Y/n started raising her voice. It wasn’t like her. In the past two weeks of working with her, he had encountered her in a number of stressful situations. Enough that would make him lose his mind, but she was calm and collected, the type to take a deep breath instead of shouting at someone. So the way she was currently staring down the receptionist at the hotel that they were checking into both intrigued and bothered him. Trying not to draw too much attention to himself, he got closer to the scene, fumbling with some of their luggage standing next to the desk, just to listen in more closely.

“Check again, please,” Y/n requested, politeness nothing but a necessary feature in this conversation. “I do not have the time or the patience to deal with this mistake at this current moment.”

Damiano could see she was at her wit’s end, yet the need to stay professional was obvious.

“Bloody hell... You’d think after all of today at least one thing would go well. But no, I am stuck dealing with a broken computer and missing rooms.”

The man behind the counter sent her a slightly panicky look, hands shuffling between papers and typing on the keyboard in front of him.

“I can only apologise, I will do my absolute best to rectify this mistake,” the receptionist stated, voice much less steady than Y/n’s. She shook her head slightly, pulling out her phone and starting to type something into it. Probably updating their manager on what is happening.

“I sincerely hope that this is the last of the mistakes your hotel will be committing. We’re paying good money for this hotel, but London is big and I don’t think anyone would hesitate to book us somewhere else next time if the service here doesn’t suffice.” The air around her felt like static electricity, everything was prickly and on fire. “Now, please check again and then either have the correct number of rooms waiting for us or figure out another way to solve this problem. I know this probably isn’t your fault, but this needs a solution.”

The man standing in front of them quickly understood what was being asked of him. Y/n's body had remained creepily still through this, her eyes never leaving the person in front of her.

It was over as soon as it hard started. The receptionist handed her the keys and quickly mumbled something about the rooms being on the fifth floor and to the left. Y/n nodded, not necessarily happy, but visibly glad it was over. Turning around she faced Dami with an indescribable look on her face. He couldn’t believe what just happened, and how it was handled by their assistant. Looking at her right now she was agitated, sure, but whatever power she had just possessed? Damiano wanted to see it again.

***

The band crowded into the lift, and with each ding passing a floor Damiano’s need to do something grew. Attention was an easy thing for the singer to come by. Most of the time it was freely given and even then tenfold due to - well, Damiano being Damiano. But wanting attention was different, and wanting her attention, in particular, was a relatively new concept.

“Fifth Floor,” the monotone voice announced. Y/n made quick work handing everyone their room keys until she was only hanging to her own and Damiano’s. He took his chance.

“Can I walk you to your room?”

“Sure,” she answered, but the look in her eyes told him she was a little suspicious of his actions.

As they got closer to the door Damiano saw his chance. Reassuring himself that the hallway was now deserted of his bandmates, he quickly grabbed her - healthy! - wrist, turning her around and pressing her against the wall next to the door. Her expression was one of shock and surprise as he moved in closer, keeping her wrist against the wall and trapping her between his arms as he leaned against his hand on the other side of her head. Her breathing quickened noticeably and he couldn’t suppress a grin as he watched her look into his eyes, before flickering down to his lips and back up again. There was very little doubt concerning what she was thinking about. He had her in the palm of his hand. Right where he wanted her.

“You know, seeing you getting all hot and bothered down there… Very sexy.” His voice was low and gravelly. He was doing his absolute best to get her to falter under him, not shying away from employing all the tricks in the book. He moved in even closer now, only breaking eye contact when the angle made it impossible. His mouth to her ear, not quite touching, but close enough that he was sure she could feel his breath on her skin. “I should thank you… for all the… hard work you do.”

He resisted the temptation of pushing into her, letting his body collide with hers, letting her know exactly what he was talking about. Not now, not yet, he told himself. Instead, his hand carefully let go of her wrist, travelling down her arm, her side, across her body, with the softest touch, until he reached her other hand, which was grasping tightly onto the remaining room key. In a flash, he had snatched it out of her palm, backed away from her, and with a wink and a smirk that hopefully told her all she needed to know, he turned around to make his way to his room.

“Damiano! We still need to talk!” Y/n whisper-shouted. One look at her face was enough. Her skin had turned that favorable shade of red that Damiano had grown to love so much. She was still leaning against the wall, apparently not trusting her feet to carry her just yet. As he made his way to his room he couldn’t help but notice the bubbling of pride in his chest. Whatever she wanted to talk about, he was convinced it was going to go his way.

***

There was one person in this entire world that would be able to help sort out the mess in Y/n’s head. Stepping out onto the balcony, she quickly clicked her best friend’s name. One, two rings, and the familiar face popped up on her screen with a wide smile.

“Hi, love! How- oh my god, what is wrong?” Y/n’s face had always been much too easy to read for her friends.

“Nothing’s wrong,” Y/n protested, but the way her friend raised her eyebrows let her know that she would not get away with it. “Fine, that was a lie. Couple of things have gone wrong actually. Starting with my wrist!”

Y/n held the offending body park up into view, speech getting quicker as she continued.

“Fell onto it trying to escape Damiano and a private conversation he had with Victoria that I probably shouldn’t have heard. But I did, and I’ve not been able to stop thinking about it, and it’s bothering me quite a bit actually, which is silly, because all I’m supposed to do here is my job, right? But now I think that he doesn’t want to be in the same space as me, which is a problem, to say the least, but at the same time he does? He literally just got all up in my space actually, so I don’t know what’s happening?”

“Wow okay, take a breath and start from the beginning, please.”

And so Y/n did, catching her friend up on every single detail of the past days, every little look, every single word uttered, every movement made. She didn’t spare a single detail or blush-inducing moment.

“I don’t know what to do, or think, or say. I think I know what is happening, but then he turns around and does the opposite of what I’m expecting. It's infuriating.”

“Ah yes, let me guess. He’s constantly around, whatever you do? Checkin up on your, catching your eyes, always happens to sit next to you?”

“He does�� Why do I feel like everyone here knows what is going on but me?”

"Y/n, listen. You're my best friend, but you're the dumbest human being I've ever encountered. It is so obvious that he likes you, it's almost painful to hear you talk about and not realise. Look at the way he is taking care of you, the way he tries to make you laugh, how he constantly wants your attention on him - why on earth do you think he's doing that? You need to talk to him, seriously."

“But I overheard-”

"You didn't hear shit! You don't even know the context of what he said! Now listen to me: You like him. He likes you. If I'm wrong about this, I'll personally allow you to come back home and beat me up ok?" A sigh came through the line, her friend's voice getting softer. "I know the past years have been hard on you. And I know you don't like letting people in. But you've got to take a chance every now and then and Damiano sounds like he'll be worth it. From what you've told me, it sounds like he sees you exactly for what you are: brilliant, clever, caring, beautiful. Don't let this go to waste, love."

"You know I hate it when you're right. But you probably are." Y/n felt much calmer already, even though the mere thought of having that talk with Damiano made her feel slightly queasy again. "I should talk to him. My head will never stop spinning otherwise."

"Well, I love it when I'm right! So I'm hanging up right now so you can go talk to him, bye love!"

Her face disappeared from the screen in an instant.

***

“She’s right, you know? You should talk to him.” Victoria watched as Y/n almost jumped at the sound of her voice. She had concentrated so hard on whoever she was video-calling that she hadn’t noticed her enter the balcony next door. Now, Vic hadn’t meant to listen, but privacy on tour was a fickle thing and as soon as she realised what - or who - the topic of conversation was, she couldn’t help herself.

“Oh! Hi, Vic. Sorry, what?” Y/n asked, quite obviously startled. “I’m assuming you heard most of that conversation then.”

“I did. But that’s okay, please don’t worry about it. You know, I’m saying this as your friend as well as Damiano’s friend: Talk this thing out, whatever it is. We’ve all been watching you dance around each other, but one of you needs to have the guts to make a move. I know Damiano seems like a cocky know-it-all sometimes, but if you get down to it, he’s just as insecure and shy. So I think this is on you. Invite him over, order some room service, have a talk. If it goes poorly, you can always text me and I’ll come over. And help you finish the food.”

Victoria was glad to see Y/n let out a small giggle. Over the course of the whole tour, she had never seen her quite this stressed out. Sooner or later it would impact her job performance - just as it was starting to affect Damiano’s. She’d long noticed how distracted he was. It didn’t even matter whether Y/n was in the room or not, his thoughts constantly seemed to be spinning around the same thing. The same person, rather. At this point, it was in everyone’s best interest to get these two to talk it out. She trusted them to be sensible enough about it not to let it affect their work if it went wrong. At least not the way their mutual obsession with each other was doing now.

Y/n nodded.

“Thanks, Vic. What do I have to lose, right? I mean, a lot, technically, but you know. Thanks.”

Victoria watched as Y/n shot her one more worried look, before turning and getting back to her room. She made sure to shout after her just before the door closed.

“Tell me how it goes!”

***

“It’s going to be fine, it’s going to be fine, this is going to go my way, I’m going to say my part and it will all be fine,” Y/n mumbled to herself as she paced back and forth in her hotel room. Time and time again, she found herself checking her phone, needing to convince herself she had actually sent the message to Damiano, inviting him to her room for a conversation. He hadn’t replied, but the little blue check marks told her he had read it.

Okay, keep calm. You're going to have a conversation about this, like the adults that you are. You ask to clarify what you overheard and you'll stay calm, whatever his answer is. At the end of the day, this is work. And if you need to cry, you can do it once he's left. Easy.

A knock on the door interrupted her thought process. For a moment, she considered ignoring it. Pretending like she wasn’t there. But that wasn’t going to work, was it? Not forever, anyway.

“Y/n, you said you wanted to talk?” Damiano’s voice came from the other side of the door.

Time to face the music, I guess, Y/n thought to herself. With a deep breath, she opened the door and stepped to the side to let him in. Damiano hesitated for a second, as if contemplating how to greet her, but then simply smiled at her before stepping in. The nervous energy engulfed both of them immediately and she caught him looking around the room for a moment before deciding to take a seat at the foot of her bed. She couldn’t even think about sitting down. Instead, she was pacing the room like a caged animal.

“Um, so, I called you here for a meeting.” Y/n picked at her nails looking anywhere in the room that wasn’t at Damiano.

“A meeting? Y/n, really?” He chuckled. “If these meetings involve me visiting your hotel room, feel free to invite me over for them more often.”

“Damiano! I’m trying to be serious here!”

“Sorry, sorry, go ahead.” He waved at her to continue as he leaned back on the bed. He looked delectable, and Y/n had to actively tear her eyes away to focus on what she had meant to talk about with him.

“I overheard you and Vic talking at the second-hand shop. Something about you not wanting me around? Before I overthink this even more than I already have, I should probably ask you what that was about.” She stopped pacing and quickly looked at Damiano waiting for a reaction.

“Wait, you heard that?” He suddenly sat up again, urgency visible in his face. “Did you hear the whole thing or… only me saying that?”

“Only that apparently ‘I'm everywhere you look’ and you can’t seem to get rid of me.” She forced a scoff, although she would rather cry at the memory if she was being honest. “I know I shouldn’t have heard that conversation, but I did. And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. That's why I ran out of the shop.”

She watched as Damiano buried his head in his hands, making a sound that was something between a laugh and a groan. “Seems like you missed the important part.” A deep sigh rattled through his chest as he looked up at her. “What I said before that was that I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About kissing you. That’s why it’s so hard to see you everywhere, to have you around so much.” He slowly stood up, walking over to her in tentative movements. “It’s because I want to kiss you all the time.”

She took a step back, crossing her arms in front of her chest. Anything to protect herself, to keep up some sort of composure. Letting her guard down too early was the worst thing she felt she could do. An expression that was both alarmed and confused flashed across her face. “You - wait … no, that's not - hold on.” She squinted her eyes at him trying to figure out if there was any hint of deception in him. “You wouldn’t lie to me… would you?”

He stood in front of her now, eyes staring her down with nothing but honesty. “I like to joke around but not with things like these, okay? I would never put you in that position. But when we accidentally kissed in Amsterdam? I wish it hadn’t been accidental at all.” His hand was reaching out to her, softly touching her arm, as if to test the waters. To see if she would pull away.

She stayed quiet for what felt like an eternity. Yet, she didn’t move away from him this time. “I’m sorry... for how I acted at the hospital. I didn’t know what to do. I don’t know what to do with you most of the time it seems.” A small smile flickered on her lips, unable to keep it at bay. “I’m sorry, I’m… not all that good at being vulnerable. In case that hadn’t become obvious yet. But I agree, you know. Kissing you should be on purpose.”

“It’s fine, it was a rough day. Now that I know what you heard, even more so for you,” he smiled back at her. His hand was wandering up her arm now, softly resting on her shoulder, just inches away from the bare skin on her neck. She was sure she could feel his warmth there already. “We’ll figure it out together, yeah? Starting with an actual kiss? On purpose?”

She blinked at him, before looking down at his chest, slowly grabbing onto the collar of his shirt. Playing the fabric between her fingers, anything to keep her nervousness under control. “Yeah, that would be good. Gotta test it out, right?” She looked back up at him, a pink tint growing across her cheeks.

“Yeah, just a test,” he mumbled, coming closer still. His hand wandered further upwards, tingling along her bare skin, before softly grabbing her neck to pull her into him. He was moving slowly, almost tormentingly so, as his breath fanned her face, eyes wandering back and forth between her own and her mouth. Her heart was beating impossibly fast now. If he wasn’t going to do anything soon, she would collapse, she was sure of it.

“Just kiss me already.”

And then his lips were on hers, soft and gentle, but with a force behind it that let her know he meant it. It was nothing like the kiss in Amsterdam. This was a kiss with purpose, long-lived desire finally being realised, feeling poured into every move they made. If this was a test, they were passing it with flying colours. Everything felt simply right. His lips against hers, his hand tangling in her hair, her arms wrapping themselves around him. Any doubt whether this was the right thing to do, whether this was what she wanted, ceased to exist. She couldn’t tell how long they were standing there, kissing, exploring, enjoying each other, but when they finally parted, she found herself catching her breath. Silly smiles painted on both of their faces. She buried her face in his chest, almost a little embarrassed now.

“That went well,” she giggled, unlike she did in Amsterdam. This high was different.

Damiano’s hand pushed a strand of her hair back behind her ear, tender touch lasting on her face a little too long, but she wouldn’t complain. He quickly pressed another needy kiss against her lips, before pulling her to sit on the bed with him. “So, now what? Not that I wasn’t enjoying that, but we should probably talk about where we’re gonna go from here.”

She nodded. “Well, work comes first. Not that I wasn’t having fun either. But, both of us know that the most important thing is you performing the best you can. I guess we go with your plan. Figure it out together. I don’t want to force anything.” Always trying to ground herself back into reality - it was the way she was built. A moment of insanity, yes, but never more. “Though, on days off… if you...” Her mouth opened but no more words came.

“I like the sound of that,” Damiano grinned, seemingly unable to stop himself from stealing another kiss from her lips. “And on days off...? Say it, Y/n, no need for shyness here.”

“Ah!” Grabbing a pillow off the bed, she smacked him playfully. “I was trying to have a semi-serious conversation here, Dami!” Her face screwed into a pout, before transforming into a teasing smile. “If you’re gonna be like that, you won’t hear my idea at all.”

He immediately let go of her, hands in the air in surrender. “Fine, woman, no more teasing from me… for now.”

She leaned in closer. “Is that a threat? Or a promise? I was gonna say we could go out on a date. But,” she shrugged, “up to you.” Standing up she walked over to the phone on the desk, picking up the room service menu with her other hand. “Do you want anything? If we are gonna figure this out, we might as well have food.” It was no secret that she was trying to create space between the two of them. A little distance, a little chance to breathe, too afraid of a fire being set ablaze if they stayed any closer.

“Whatever pizza they have, please. It won’t quite be like home but even bad pizza is still pizza.” He watched as she picked up the phone, quickly muttering some words he didn’t understand down the line. “And then come back here. We should probably talk some more.”

She nodded, quickly finishing the conversation on the line, before sitting back down on the bed next to him, backs resting against the headboard. “Alright, so, talk about what? I know there are things to discuss but, what are you thinking right now?”

“How do you want to go on about this?” He asked, taking her hand and playing with it absentmindedly. “Do you want to tell the others anything?”

“We have to tell Vic, probably. She’ll never get off our case otherwise. Apart from that... I assumed that we would sort of make up for lost time. Be a bit more open, affection-wise. Or at least not feel like we have to hide it when I wanna kiss you. I don’t want to say we are dating. I don’t want to put a label on something that's this new. Rushing into something like this is just a recipe for hurt.” She found herself staring into the distance for a moment, thoughts running away with her, before turning back to him. “Do you want to tell people? I mean if you did that would be fine. I’d manage, you know.”

“No, actually. I’m quite fine with as few people knowing as possible. I just… There’s no need to get everyone involved in something that we’re literally still figuring out ourselves, right? And I definitely don’t need the fans to know. At least not yet. If that’s okay with you?”

“Dami, you do know that, if this becomes a long-term thing... They will hate me. It won’t be just your fans either. Management, event organisers, they won’t want me there, people will tell you to break up with me all the time. There will be a lot of rude comments. People will edit me out of pictures. Because that's how it is. Are you sure you’re okay with all that? This won’t be easy and I wouldn’t want to stand in the way of your success. The band's success.” She wasn’t making eye contact now, nervously picking at her nails instead. This was his chance to step back, to change his mind, and she was more afraid of it than she let on.

“Well, first of all, they can all fuck off, okay? No one gets to talk about you like that, not in front of me. If they don’t see you the way that I see you - or at least respect it-, they’re no real fans anyway.” He reached out, softly holding onto her chin and turning her face towards him. “I don’t care about anyone but you in this, okay? If anything, you’re the one pushing me to go farther, work harder, be better. Yeah?”

“I didn’t know you felt that way.” Her hand went to the one holding her face, kissing his palm and then pressing it into her cheek. “I mean it though. It will be hard and confusing, and I am not that good at communicating my feelings. You could have anyone in the world and you picked me which I will never understand, but I’m thankful for it. Both of us are workaholics. It won’t just be you having a busy schedule. Are you absolutely positive? Because if not...”

Taking her face into both of his hands now, he made sure she was looking at him. “I am more than positive. I want this, I want you, I want it all. And I’m willing to do whatever it takes for you to believe that.” He pressed another kiss to her lips, warm and inviting, and she was sure she could feel every single one of his emotions in it. There was nothing but love. Coming up for air, they let their foreheads meet, a moment of unspoken agreement.

“We will do it together, yeah?” She whispered as she pressed a kiss onto his lips once again before her face broke out in a grin. “Fuckin hell… Sorry, I just realized that we can kiss and hug and everything all the time now and without it being weird.” Grabbing his hand and interlacing their fingers, she rested her head on his shoulder. Both of them simply content in the silence of the room and the company of each other. After a while, Y/n looked up at him again. “Do you have any concerns though?”

“No real worries. Just... I don’t know. I just want to stare at you for a bit. Do you even know how crazy you make me? Throughout this whole tour I have been losing my mind!” His eyes flickered over her face, down her body, and back up. He kissed the top of her head. “Y/n you have no clue what you do to me. You remember when you body checked that guy into the wall in Germany?” She nodded as he lowered his head to whisper in her ear. “Cold showers did nothing for me that night.”

Giggles rattled her chest as she hid her face in her hand, feeling a slight blush coming on.

“Hey, no hiding that face from me!” Grabbing at her hands, he tried to pull them back down, but she resisted through her laughter. Desperately trying to pry her hands away, Damiano pinned her down onto the bed, back flush against the mattress, but he still wasn’t succeeding. In a last-ditch effort, he straddled her ample hips. The surprise of it all had her removing her hands on her own immediately, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Now, was that so hard?”

In one quick move, she locked her knees under his and flipped him over, making her sit on top of him. His body thudded into the mattress, jaw dropping, and a little hint of a blush appearing out of nowhere.

“Sorry love, won’t happen again,” she grinned, sending him another wink, before getting off of the stunned singer.

Y/n jumped up off the bed and started to rummage through the mini-fridge. Behind her, she heard the unmistakable sound of Damiano’s phone vibrating. And again. And again.

“What’s going on with that thing?” She asked over her shoulder, unable to hide a grin. Damiano sighed heavily, reading through the messages that seemed to keep coming.

“It’s Vic.”

“What’s she saying?”

Another buzzing sound interrupted them.

“Asking if we’re making out yet. Letting us know that she can hear us laughing. Wanting to know if we’ve fucked yet. Complaining that I’m not answering her messages.”

Damiano’s speech was, in turn, interrupted by Y/n’s phone letting out a similar buzzing noise. With a frown on her face, she gathered it from the nightstand, only to erupt into giggles at the message displayed on her screen.

“What’s so funny?”

“Vic has written, and I quote: ‘As happy as I am that this seems to be going well, I was actually looking forward to indulging in room-service food with you’ with a lot of frowny emojis added.”

Forming a fist with his hand, Damiano roughly hit the wall behind him - the one he knew connected the room to Victoria’s.

“Go get your own room service!” He shouted, and the laughter on the other side, paired with a flurry of emojis reaching both of their phones shortly after let them know she had heard.

“Oh stop it, whatever will you do without a bassist if she starves!” Y/n laughed. “Wait, how’s this.” Y/n coughed, preparing to change her voice into the best impression of Victoria she could muster. “Dami, you bastardo! Give me food!”

A knock on the door - much too polite to be Victoria’s - caught their attention, and Y/n scrambled to open it. A little wagon full of silver plates adorned with various meals greeted her. Not even caring about the confused look on the waiter’s face, she made quick work of grabbing most of what was on the tray and carrying it over to the desk, until only a few things were left.

“Would you mind bringing the rest to the woman next door? Thank you very much.”

As soon as she had closed the door behind her, she caught Damiano’s gaze, wide smile on his face.

“Whatever it takes to make Vic happy, hm?”

Y/n grinned. “Whatever it takes to get Vic to leave us alone.”

***

Y/n had no idea where she was when she woke up the next morning. It only lasted for a moment though - until it all came crashing down on her, the talk with Damiano, the kisses they'd shared, how they had spent the rest of the evening watching trash tv and stuffing themselves with food, until he had left for his own room, placing one last lingering kiss on her lips. She couldn't contain a smile at the memories. For a minute, she allowed herself to lay in bed, reminiscing about the way his mouth felt on hers and how she was now allowed to do that all the time. But work called, and the usual routine caught up with her. Getting ready for the day, re-checking the busy plan for the day, waking up the band. It was only in front of Damiano's room that she faltered a bit, before shaking it off and entering.

Damiano looked peaceful, fast asleep, the blanket only coming up to his waist. With quiet footsteps, she walked over to the bed, taking the view in for as long as she allowed herself. Her usual wake-up tricks would include pulling back curtains, gently talking, stealing blankets, a little shake if necessary. But the turn of their relationship was now providing her with new possibilities. Leaning down, she blew a bit of air against his cheek, watching as his eyelids fluttered but not quite opened yet. A little kiss followed on his cheek, just barely touching his skin. Then a kiss on his inviting lips. She almost pulled back, when a strong hand held onto the back of her head, Damiano suddenly wide awake and kissing her back.

"I could get used to these wake-up calls."

“Well, be a good boy and get dressed and you might be getting them more often,” she grinned, already halfway out the door. She knew if she didn’t leave now she probably wouldn’t for a while, and they did not have time for any delays.

“That better be a promise!” Damiano shouted after her, and she giggled, all the way back to her room, never having looked forward to a day of work quite this much.

***

The day was one of their most hectic ones yet, jumping between the hotel, the venue for soundcheck, dinner, a radio station, and back to the venue. Yet, for once, Damiano didn’t mind in the slightest. Not with the way he was now allowed to stare at Y/n all the time. No more worries about having to hide it, no more being afraid of being caught in the way his eyes kept lingering on her whenever she was nearby. Never mind the fact that he enjoyed teasing her.

He was well aware of how important her professionalism was for her, and he’d be the last person to slack off work because he was smitten. But, in the little moments in between, the waiting to go on air, the walking along a hallway, the little breaks and breathers, he simply couldn’t help himself. Especially not with the way she kept blushing and scolding him.

It was the small things. Brushing past her when he walked by. Letting his hand rest on her waist a little too long, always threatening to move lower, but never making the jump. Winking at her with the meanest smirk when the radio host asked a particularly spicy question. Texting her with the suggestion to unbutton her blouse just slightly more to keep him motivated. The latter was met with a stern look and her hands buttoning up the blouse a little more instead. Yet, throughout the day Y/n seemed to be more relaxed, while keeping up the impression of ‘everything is normal’. Well, she did the best she could when Damiano wasn’t giving her a hard time.

Victoria seemed to think it was the funniest thing in the world, constantly watching the two of them and snickering to herself. When Damiano told her to mind her own business - just for once - she only became more curious. Ethan and Thomas hadn’t caught on yet. Well, Thomas definitely hadn’t. Ethan had looked at Damiano a little strangely, eyebrows raised in question, when the singer had stared at Y/n a little too long, trying to catch her attention, but he hadn’t mentioned it.

Now it was less than an hour until showtime, everyone gathered backstage, and Damiano couldn’t remember the last time he had been quite this excited to play. London being their biggest gig on this tour certainly played a part, but the butterflies in his stomach every time he laid eyes on Y/n surely did the rest.

The dressing room was a mess, clothes everywhere, stylists and make-up artists scrambling to get their work done in time, which was proven increasingly difficult as Victoria and Thomas kept starting tickle fights. Damiano was sure the crew was ready to murder them at this point. Still waiting for his own turn to get dressed up, he let his gaze wander over to Y/n, who was sitting with Ethan, the drummer patiently painting her nails black.

“There,” he concluded. “You’re becoming more like us every single day.”

Damiano watched as she held up her hands, admiring the way the colour contrasted with her skin. Walking over to her, he let his hands rest on her shoulders as he stood behind her.

“And you’re barely even flinching anymore when one of us gets naked,” he grinned, shooting a glance at Victoria, who was running away from Thomas in a shirt and panties only. He bent down to whisper in her ear. “Unless that one of us is me, I hope.”

The smack on his arm landed harder than expected, Y/n once again a blushing mess, but Damiano couldn’t help but laugh. As long as he still had that kind of hold over her, he’d gladly make use of it.

***

Y/n took her usual seat, sending smiles to the crew and band as they readied up for the show. The crowd outside was deafening already, volume only increasing when the lights were slowly starting to dim. One by one, the band members came up to her, ready to get a last wish of good luck, but Damiano made quick work of shoving them away, giggling as he reached her first. Without a word of warning, he grabbed her head, planting a deft kiss on her lips, before letting go of her with the biggest grin on his face. Her eyes closed as soon as she felt his lips on hers, an involuntary reaction to the feeling of having him close.

“Are all of us gonna get some good-luck kisses like that now?” Victoria giggled from behind them, and Y/n couldn’t help landing yet another smack on Damiano’s arm that day.

“Nope,” he replied. “Singer privileges.”

With the proudest smile on his face he finally bounced on stage. The others quickly followed and Y/n was left in her seat, shaking her head. That man was going to be the death of her, she was sure of it. They hadn’t even gone official, and he was already clouding her mind every single second of the day. She watched him as he ran around on stage, energy higher yet than all of the other shows on that tour, thinking about how he never failed to amaze her, both as a performer and as a human being all in itself. She wasn’t quite sure what the future held for them, what the rest of this tour would bring them, but as she stared at him, she decided she was going to be fine with whatever it was. Despite her anxiety about the future, he would be there. As long as she could have a piece of him, a smile, a touch, a kiss, every now and then, she was going to be fine. Right? Watching him on stage was a blessing and a curse. She was so proud of him, of the band. As much as she loved them there still left a small voice of fear. How much was she willing to let them see? Let him see? The rest of the tour was still there, but she reminded herself of what he had told her the day before in her hotel room. They would figure it out together.

***

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member: jaehyun (hyunjae) genre: fluff (requested) word count: 3,120 synopsis: jaehyun has always been your rival. so when he bets that he could make you fall for him, you can’t back down and say no. but when you’re too confident, you let your guard done.

backdoor: a term used in league of legends; when you secretly attack the enemy’s nexus while they’re focused elsewhere. this is done by sneaking into the enemy base and taking them by surprise

Lee Jaehyun was the cockiest and most annoying person you had ever met. You would think that growing up as childhood “friends” would make you two close. After all, your parents were best friends with his parents.

But no, you and Jaehyun had been rivals ever since you were both enrolled into a tennis club as young children. You always had the upper hand until he suddenly hit puberty and became a lot more physically fit than you. Once he started beating you in nearly every match, he became your #1 enemy.

He had always been super competitive and made everything into a contest. Who could run to the car faster? Who could receive a higher score on the exam? Who could make the other lose their temper first?

With high school came his sudden increase in popularity. It inflamed his ego to the max, which irked you to no end.

Every Valentine’s Day, he would brag about all the gifts and confessions he received. And every White Day, he would compare the numbers to yours.

He was loved by the girls for being a casanova and admired by the guys for his athleticism and gaming skills.

You, on the other hand, could not comprehend why the entire school was infatuated with him. You had your eyes on someone else. Kim Sunwoo. He had caught your attention since the first day of freshman year. Now, as a senior, you were about to graduate without ever making a move.

You were too shy to approach him. You couldn’t even find a common interest to naturally bring up and talk about. All he ever did was make music and play League of Legends.

So you found Jacob during lunch and practically begged him to teach you how to play the game.

“Please please please?” you whined.

“It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s that I can’t,” Jacob said apologetically. “I have basketball practice every day. Besides, I haven’t played in almost half a year. I’m rusty.”

“I just need you to teach me the basics!”

“I’m sorry, Y/n.”

Sighing, you gave up and slumped in your seat. You poked at the food in front of you with a pout.

“Did I just hear the Y/n ask Jacob to teach her how to play League?” Jaehyun suddenly popped out of nowhere.

“Fuck off,” you rolled your eyes at him as you set your chopsticks down.

“You know, I’m the highest ranked player in our school,” he said smugly. You wanted nothing but to wipe that look off his face.

You ignored him and took a sip of your water. Jacob awkwardly glanced between you and Jaehyun as he tightly held onto his spoon. He could sense another argument coming.

“I can teach you if you want,” Jaehyun offered.

“I don’t want,” you coldly rejected.

“Of course you don’t,” he scoffed. “You’re too afraid to spend time with me because you might realize that you actually like me.”

“Oh please. There are a few things in this world that will never change. The sun rising from the east, the sun setting in the west, and my hatred for you,” you said.

“Well if you hate me that much, then let’s make a bet out of it. The first one to fall for the other’s seducing loses,” he smirked.

Still stuck in the middle, Jacob shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“You don’t have to accept the challenge if you’re not confident,” Jaehyun shrugged, making you narrow your eyes at him.

A list of pros and cons was being made in your head as you contemplated the crazy suggestion. The logical part of your mind wanted nothing to do with him. You knew that stooping down to his level was childish. You had much better things to do than go along with his bet.

The competitive part of you, however, couldn’t bear to back down. You would have to deal with him flaunting over you and calling you a coward if you didn’t agree to this.

So you disregarded all rationale and crossed your arms with a curt “deal”.

The walk to school the next day was full of complaints as you whined about falling for Jaehyun’s trick and Kevin chided you for it.

“I don’t know why you thought it would be a good idea,” Kevin tsk-ed. “He makes your blood boil within seconds. How are you going to hold back from tearing him apart? Never mind flirt with him.”

“I’m already regretting it,” you groaned.

“Speaking of the devil,” Jacob coughed, nudging you.

You looked up to see Jaehyun waiting by the school gates. He was holding a bouquet of flowers and every girl who passed by whispered to their friend about it. To everyone’s shock, he walked up to you and handed you the flowers.

“So it starts now?” you stared at the roses. “You call this seducing?”

“I call this romantic,” he grinned.

Rolling your eyes, you handed Kevin the bouquet and walked away. He awkwardly chased after you as Jacob offered Jaehyun a pat on the shoulder.

“She doesn’t like roses. She thinks they’re cliché,” he said before leaving.

When the dismissal bell rang, Jaehyun was waiting for you outside of your classroom. Hushed whispers erupted again as your classmates tried to figure out why he was being so affectionate to you. It was no secret that you two never got along.

After gathering your belongings, you grabbed your backpack and left without sparing him another glance. Unfazed, he easily caught up to you and slung his arm around your shoulder.

“What? Are you wavering already?” he teased.

“Not a chance,” you scoffed.

“As a part of the bet, I can teach you how to play League. That’s what you wanted anyway. Think of it as killing two birds with one stone.”

You ignored all the incredulous looks you received with Jaehyun by your side as you left the school grounds. You didn’t realize that you weren’t headed home until you stopped in front of a PC Room. Puzzled, you stared at the building in front of you.

“I promised that I’d teach you. Our first lesson starts today,” he said as he dragged you inside.

Your brain was bombarded with a whole new world. You struggled to keep up as he rambled on about bots and gold. He was showing you a demonstration by playing a round but your inability to multitask made it difficult to understand what was going on on the screen.

“My main is Jace and I usually go jungle,” he explained and you pretended to understand by nodding. At your silence, he eyed your expression and chuckled.

“So is Sunwoo the reason why you’re suddenly interested in League?” he asked, catching you off guard.

“How did you know?” you gaped.

“You thought I wouldn’t notice your little crush on him?” he raised a brow.

You were taken aback to say the least. You didn’t think he paid much attention to you other than when he was bored and wanted to mess around.

“Anyway, he usually goes mid as Zed,” he shrugged. “To be honest, the best way for you to bond with him through the game is for him to play ADC and for you to be support.”

“As if I know what all that means,” you frowned.

At that moment, his character died and the screen went gray. You snickered, earning a light flick on your forehead.

“ADC stands for attack damage carry. It’s the champion who usually does the most attacking. They go in the bottom lane with whoever’s playing support. Supports are supposed to aid and heal the ADC. So you would follow and communicate with them.”

“Sounds complicated,” your nose wrinkled in distaste.

“Sounds fun,” he corrected before turning back to the computer.

The next day, Jaehyun surprised you with a small potted plant in front of the gates.

“Since you don’t like roses, I got you a succulent instead,” he said proudly.

Next to you, Kevin giggled and Jacob let out a soft “aww”. Slightly touched yet also slightly embarrassed, you took it from him in a hurry and stormed off.

“You’re slowly getting there,” Jacob laughed as Kevin shot him a thumbs up.

Smiling, Jaehyun watched as they ran to catch up with you. He heard you yell at them after what was probably a teasing remark. You then began to chase Kevin, who ran away shrieking.

After two weeks of spending hours at the PC Room after school, you were starting to get a hang of the game. You found Teemo, who you insisted was a dog (he’s actually a rodent), and gushed over how cute he is.

Jaehyun made fun of your champion choice and shook his head as he explained that Teemo was the most hated character.

“Why? He’s adorable!” you defended. “And I love the little eggs he plants.”

“For the nth time, those are mushrooms! Not eggs,” he exclaimed. “And that’s exactly why everyone hates him. He’s so annoying.”

“You’re annoying,” you shot back.

“Well, Teemo’s not an option right now,” he pointed out.

He was teaching you how to play Howling Abyss that day. And playing ARAM meant your champion would be randomly given.

“Oh! The cute cat is available,” you excitedly clicked.

“That’s Yuumi and that’s actually not a bad choice,” he nodded in approval. “You just have to attach onto me and heal me.”

You hated to admit that you had grown closer with Jaehyun. Only a couple of weeks had passed by since the bet and you didn’t completely despise him anymore.

He gifted you something small each morning, whether it was a plant or piece of bread. He was always waiting for you at the gates. Dating rumors were already circulating the school but you hadn’t forgotten about the bet. You were determined to win it.

Which was why you began to wake up earlier to put on makeup and even complimented him during games. It was easy to make him smile. All you needed to do was throw a lame joke in here and there and he would burst out in laughter.

It was almost suspiciously easy. He was too willing to respond to your advances and never put up a wall.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t get on your nerves. His antics still bothered you to no end.

On the way home, he insisted on feeding you ice cream instead of having you hold it yourself. Except he kept pulling the spoon back when you opened your mouth to eat it.

The first time, you gave him a dirty look. The second time, you punched his arm. The third time, you gave him the finger and walked off after a “fuck you”.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” he laughed.

Once again, you were reminded of how immature he was.

“So has there been any progress?” Kevin asked.

It was gym period and all the students were running around in the field. Jacob was playing volleyball with Jaehyun while you and Kevin were sitting on the sidelines.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged.

“It would be the best enemies-to-lovers trope if you two actually end up dating like this,” he commented.

“Never,” you snorted in disbelief.

You had seen Jaehyun ever since he was a snotty little kid. Even back then, he was a mischievous brat. There was no way you could ever see him as anything but that.

The teacher blew his whistle, signaling the end of gym class. You got up, dusted your pants, and skipped down the steps. Unfortunately, you landed wrong and felt a sharp pain in your ankle as you fell down.

After Kevin shouted your name, Jaehyun turned his head to see you on the ground. Without thinking twice, he ran towards you and asked if you were okay. When you couldn’t reply, he put you on his back with Kevin’s help and sprinted to the nurse’s office.

Your heart was beating fast but you couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason why. Was it because of the pain? Or all the attention you were receiving from your classmates?

By the time you reached the office, your ankle was throbbing and swelling up. The nurse was nowhere to be seen so Jaehyun retrieved an ice pack himself and wrapped a towel around it before applying it.

You were sitting on a cot while he was bent down to tend to your wound. His forehead was wrinkled with worry and you stared at him. This was the first time he had ever treated you with such gentleness.

“I don’t think you broke anything but it’s definitely gonna hurt for at least a week,” he winced in vicarious pain.

You suddenly didn’t know how to act around him. You weren’t used to receiving sympathy from him.

“Uh that’s okay,” you coughed to cover up the awkwardness. You’d rather have him make fun of you for being clumsy. But instead, he seemed genuinely concerned for you.

“You should’ve been more careful,” he scolded.

There was something about the way he looked at you. His eyes were no longer playful but you couldn’t figure out what emotions hid behind those eyes.

Those eyes. His eyes clouded your mind. For some reason, you couldn’t get it out of your head.

You found yourself avoiding him as you struggled to organize your thoughts. Or rather, your feelings.

Wanting to distract yourself, you decided to finally talk to Sunwoo. Surely, spending time with him would help you forget about Jaehyun.

So you mustered up the courage to ask him out on a date. To your surprise, he happily agreed and suggested that you watch a movie together. There was a new romcom film that came out and that he had been wanting to watch.

The date wasn’t as awkward as you thought it would be. Sunwoo’s goofiness offset any nervousness and it was fun to be around him. But yet, it also wasn’t as heart fluttering as you thought it would be.

Perhaps you had idealized him too much in your imagination. Your romantic feelings for him dissipated and you saw him as a good friend. Luckily, he felt the same.

However, word about your date had already spread by the time you got to school on Monday. It had reached Jaehyun’s ears and his expression hardened when he saw you laughing with Sunwoo at lunch.

He knew what the ugly feeling in his stomach was. And he wasn’t happy about it. So he reacted in the only way he knew. By clinging to your side and pestering you.

He spent the whole day messing up your hair and being sarcastic. Eventually, you finally snapped and told him to piss off.

“I’ll consider it if you can beat me in tennis today,” he said.

You crossed your arms, wondering what was going on in his head. You hadn’t been able to defeat him since middle school.

“If you can get a single ball past me, I’ll leave you alone,” he proposed. With a huff, you reluctantly agreed. It would be faster to just get it over with.

That was how you two ended up at a tennis court after school. He never went easy on you but he was going especially hard that day. He gave you no breaks and flung the ball back at you with what felt like all his strength. Ball after ball flew past you as he grabbed another one to start again.

“What the hell, Lee Jaehyun?” you yelled across the court. “Why the fuck are you so aggressive today?”

“Are you giving up?” he taunted while bouncing the ball.

“Oh hell no,” you grumbled as you got in position.

Another half an hour passed by with him beating you again and again. You were drenched in sweat and starting to feel sore. But you refused to give him the pleasure of watching you admit defeat.

So you kept going until the ball accidentally hit your shoulder. The amount of force he put into that backhand made you yelp in pain as you dropped the racket.

Startled, Jaehyun ran over to make sure you were okay.

“You just can’t bear to see me win once, can you?” you glared as you shoved his hand away. “You turn everything into a competition and act like you’re superior over me.”

“I-I didn’t mean to do that,” his brows furrowed in guilt.

“Didn’t mean to do what? Make my childhood a living hell by ruining my favorite sport? Use my crush on Sunwoo to trick me into another stupid bet? Confuse me into thinking that you might actually not hate me?”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Then why are you so clingy?”

“Because I like you!”

His words brought upon silence. The tension in the air was thick as you both stared at each other.

“You’re so dense,” he sighed. “I wanted your attention, okay? But back then, I was a kid and didn’t know how to stay by your side without annoying the hell out of you. And then I didn’t know how to transition out of that.”

He fidgeted with a loose string on his shirt and took a deep breath before continuing.

“This stupid bet was supposed to change our relationship. I was supposed to show you that I’m not as bad as you think I am. That I’m a guy too. That I’ve been in love with you for a whole decade now.”

To say you were surprised would be a massive understatement. All your life, you had been sure that Jaehyun’s purpose in life was to irritate you. So when your heart began to skip around him, you cursed yourself for giving into the hormones that made you see him in a different light. You never thought that the feelings would be reciprocated.

“You don’t feel the same way? At all?” he carefully asked.

Your mouth opened but no words came out. You couldn’t find the right words to answer his question.

“You’re not saying no,” the corners of his lips curved up.

He took a step closer to you and held your cheeks. You felt your heart race at the proximity and froze.

“For confirmation?” his lips ghosted over yours. You barely managed to nod slightly before he closed the gap between you two.

As cheesy as it sounded, you felt sparks fly the moment you had your first kiss. By the time he pulled away, you felt your cheeks heat up.

“So I guess that means I won the bet before it even began,” you joked, making him laugh.

“Yes, yes you did,” he smiled as he hugged you.

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bestiesenpai · 4 years ago

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itadori + sukuna, twins + babysitting

This is a mix of headcanons and a fic. Also, I’m going to do this as a ‘reader was their babysitter years ago but now everyone is all grown up and seeing each other again’ type thing. And femme reader!

Sorry if Itadori is a little OOC it just fits the plot, tw: dubconish? Maybe?

Babysitting Yuji and Sukuna was fun and an easy way to make money

They were the twins a few years younger than you across the street, so it was only natural for their parents to enlist your help in watching them

The pay was good, and while dealing with Sukunas practically destructive tendencies drained you at times, it was still fun to hang out with them and grow up together

Yuji was nice and sometimes a bit of a crybaby, whether it be because Sukuna did something or because he just wanted to cry that day

He often told Sukuna off for being bad and messing with you, but a lot of the times Yuji was just trying to save face when he and Sukuna got caught doing something troublesome

Sukuna, we already know is a little devil child and lived to annoy you

Ya know the meme of ‘what do you have? A KNIFE! No!’ that is Sukuna lol he knows he can be good and get your attention that way but where is the fun in that?! Answer there is no fun in that

As they get older and their parents don’t call you around anymore, they do get sad and complain

You’re just older than them that they can’t hang out with you outside of you babysitting them, it’d be weird

So they try to let you go, but you’re always in the back their minds, especially when they see you out with friends or something and they can’t stop looking at you

They’ve always had a crush, always.

And when you go away for college every year, they’re devastated. They come to say goodbye and you ruffle their hair like you used to and promise that you’ll visit them when you come back for break

And let’s be real they mark that shit on their calendar and wait for the day you come back

Sukuna is the one to invite you into the house when you come to visit them on your school break. He can’t keep his eyes off the way you fill out your clothes and the way your ass moves when you walk. You’ve grown up a lot, but so have they.

“Aw, I remember this!” You grin, holding up a picture frame of the three of you together the summer you got braces.

“Yeah.” Sukuna chuckles and closes the door. Yuji is here too, awkwardly sitting on his bed and staring at you with hearts in his eyes. Setting down the frame, you fall back onto the bed Yuji is sitting on. Even as they grow older, they still share a bedroom, and you can see Sukunas messy half of the room.

“(Y/N).” Yuji says softly, grabbing your hand in his. This isn’t uncommon for him, he used to beg you to hold his hand when he was younger. Lacing your fingers together, the smile you send him has him squeezing your hand tightly.

Sukuna had been standing at the door for a while now, fiddling with a stereo trying to pick the right background music. Finally settling on something, you don’t hear the click of the lock on the door and you certainly don’t notice the way the two of them share a look.

“Hey (Y/N).” Sukuna grunts, sitting on your other side.

“Yeah?”

“What’s college like? You’ve been there a couple years, you’re a veteran.” He puts an arm around your shoulder, leaning back and making his chest appear bigger to try and impress you.

“I only just started my third year.” Chuckling, you lean into him a little bit.

“Yeah, but still.”

“It’s way different than high school, that’s for sure. You two will like it when you go.”

“I wish we could go to college at the same time!” Yuji groans, curling himself into your side and pouting. “I want to go to classes with you.”

“Fuck classes, I want to go to parties.” Sukuna cuts in. “College parties must be wild, huh? You can tell us, (Y/N).”

“Some of them are.” Wrapping your arm around Yuji, you adjust to let him cuddle more into your side. Sukuna lets out a loud snort and shakes his head, not believing a word you say.

“C’mon (Y/N), you can be honest. I bet all you do at these parties is drink and fuck.” Neither Sukuna nor Yuji have ever spoken to you like that before. Your relationship was always kept PG-13 at most, a few gross crude jokes about making out and having sex when you were younger, but nothing vulgar.

“Well-” Your face flushes with heat, and Yuji is quick to sit up and look at you with owlish eyes.

“Is that true, (Y/N)? You fuck at these parties?”

“Guys!” Slapping a hand over your now burning face, you don’t miss the way they chuckle. “How is that any of your business?”

“C’mon, we aren’t kids anymore! We can talk about this stuff!” Sukuna scoffs, and the arm around your shoulder shakes you from side to side. “Just tell us, it’s not that big a deal.”

“Yeah, we’re older now.” Sitting up a little straighter, Yuji’s hand that was holding yours let's go and settles on your thigh. Biting your lip, you look between the two identical boys. Their stares are unwavering and nearly enough to make you too embarrassed to speak.

“Yes, I have fucked at these parties-” As soon as the words leave your mouth Sukuna lets out a holler and laughs, jostling you further.

“I knew it!”

“What’s it like, (Y/N)?” Yuji questions, and his hand squeezes your thigh tightly. The two of them have fully encased you, making it impossible to squirm out of their hold or escape their eyes.

“I don’t know if I should tell you.” They aren’t the same young kids you used to babysit. They’re fully grown men now, still growing into themselves but old enough that if you saw them at one of your college parties, you wouldn’t bat an eye.

“Please!” It only takes Yuji a little more pushing to get you to crack.

“It’s not that great a lot of the time, really. The boys at my college aren’t the best lay if you can believe it.” Rolling your eyes at the memory of your most recent escapade, you relax a little bit. “I mean honestly, how is it impossible for them to find the clit when I literally point right at it?”

“What a joke!” Sukuna chuckles, and his arm drops to settle around your waist. His fingers splay across your ribs, cupping just under your breast. “(Y/N) if you were with us we could make you feel ten times better!”

“Yeah, okay.” Laughing lightly at the proclamation, you think nothing of the way Yuji wraps his arms around your hips. He’s got a pout on his lips and his fingers start to dip beneath the waistband of your bottoms.

“We’re serious.” He says, eyes scrunched up a little from how intense he is. “We love you (Y/N), we can make you feel better than anyone else.”

“You love me?” Quirking a brow, you look at both of them. Yuji always said he loved you when he was younger, but Sukuna had always denied it with a fierce blush on his cheeks.

“We do, what about it?” There’s the telltale blush on his cheeks. Sukuna can see your smirk and it pisses him off, so much that he pushes you down to the bed.

Wrestling with Sukuna was a pastime the two of you enjoyed when you were annoying one another. He’d push you, you’d push him, and then the two of you would end up in a mess of limbs on the floor. This time felt no different, and you fought back like you always did. Wriggling away from him and trying to pin him down, you somehow ended up in the middle of the bed with Sukuna sitting on your legs.

“Ha, I win.” He says breathlessly. It wasn’t a fair fight to be honest, he and Yuji had begun working out ever since they hit puberty, so his strength easily outmatched yours. You easily conceded and tried to sit up, but Sukuna didn’t budge.

“Let me up.” You try to yank your legs out from under him but he just pushes more of his weight on you. Yuji is on the bed as well, sitting near your chest and looking at you with that same starry eyed look. He’s not looking at you, he’s looking at the way your shirt clings to your chest, the outline of your bra clear as day for him.

“(Y/N), will you let us show you how good we can make you feel?” He asks, licking his lips nervously. His hand settles on your stomach, palm hot and itching to feel your breast. You don’t answer, and they take that as a green light.

Sukuna is the first to take his shirt off, flexing the muscles he’s worked hard to get. Yuji follows suit, and they take their pants off as well, leaving you the most dressed person in the room. There was an argument brewing in the back of your throat, saying that it was wrong to do this since you’d known them for so long. But now, seeing them as they wanted to be seen, burgeoning men that clearly had a desire to be with you, that argument seemed silly.

“What-” You start, and the word catches in your throat for a moment at what you’re about to say. “What did you have in mind?”

“Oh baby.” Sukuna lets out a low groan, an almost sickening grin stretching his cheeks. “We’ve done a lot of research.” His hands are already working your bottoms down your legs, leaving you in your panties.

“(Y/N), lift your arms.” Yuji whispers, tugging your shirt off. They’re both silent when they see your nearly naked body; something they’d fantasized about many times. Leaning down, Yuji kisses you abruptly, and that sets Sukuna off to take your panties off as well. Yuji takes your bra off, placing it with the large pile of clothes on the floor.

Climbing off your legs, Sukuna forces them open, nearly kneeing Yuji in the face when he pushes your legs up.

“Shit. Look at this.” Yanking Yuji by the shoulder, they both settle between your legs and stare directly at your cunt. In that moment, you’re reminded of their inexperience and lack of knowledge, and it’s almost innocent.

Spreading your lower lips with two fingers, Yuji leans forward, puckers his lips, and spits onto your cunt, making it clench around nothing.

Innocence, gone.

“What should we start with first?” Sukuna asks, giving you a once over.

“What do you want to do? I know you always talk about tasting her.” Yuji, always so polite, scoots back and lets his brother take up all the space between your legs.

“Thanks little bro.”

“You’re only older by two minutes.”

“Best two minutes of my life.” Laughing, Sukuna slaps your thighs with both hands and moves to lay on his stomach. “Just relax, (Y/N). We’re going to take good care of you.” Yuji is also laying down with his mouth hovering over one of your nipples.

“Yeah (Y/N).” Yujis breath fans over your nipple, and his eyes are torn between looking at you and looking at your chest. “We love you.”

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azucarian · 3 years ago

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NEFELIBATA - Takuya Birthday Special

Masterlist No content/trigger warning. Extreme fluff <3

Takuya had grown upset at the possibility of his birthday being forgotten; especially considering his two childhood friends hadn't even raised so much as a 'happy birthday' to him. It's not like he particularly expected a gift - although it definitely would be nice. Tapping his pencil against the desk, he frowned - (Name) was the most attentive person he knew and even she had forgotten? Maybe he failed in making it known beforehand. At this point, he just wanted to go home and curl up into a ball with the birthday cake his mother had baked him.

Now that he thought about it, Makoto had an obsession with the western zodiacs - he always looked on those weird 'zodiac luckiness' websites. Cancer, that's what Takuya's zodiac was - the zodiac of the crab. His 'aligned' personality was about him being loving and full of emotions - but also moody, suspicious and overprotective. He was not moody, he'd like to believe. The thought made him grumpy-

Ah, wait, that'd be right then.

He mentally groaned as the bell signalling the end of the day sounded, and his phone let out the identifiable ping to tell him he'd received a message. Flipping his phone up, (Name)'s contact popped up.

(NAME)-CHAN Mizo Middle headin' out early - we'll see you later Taku-chan! Byebye!

So they had truly forgotten. Takuya felt himself visibly deflate; there goes his final slither of hope. He shrugged, at least he had all of that cake to himself. He began his journey home; the train ride being oddly silent - usually the group of them would rambunctiously play whilst (Name), Akkun and himself would stare judgingly. Until (Name) got annoyed with all the stares from the elderly people and try to beat them up. For someone who didn't fight, Takuya could admit that the girl punched way too hard.

Coming home to an empty house was normal; his parents worked long jobs to provide for them (he actually appreciated their evening absences because of Kiyomasa and his gang, but he no longer feared any of that). But it felt much more empty as he slipped his shoes off- Wait, those definitely were not his shoes.

Sloppily hidden amongst the eco-friendly tote bags, five pairs of shoes were stacked. Four pairs of messy trainers, and one pair of remotely looked after converses. He nearly laughed - so they were here. A surprise birthday party, he guessed. The idiot trio must've gotten side tracked and, in a hurry, (Name) or Akkun shoved the shoes to the side and threw the totes over them.

Takuya guessed he'd humour them after all their effort. Slipping his indoor slides onto his feet and hanging his bag up on the door, he slowly made his way to the living room - and, upon entering the dark room, the lights suddenly flicked on and the distinct sound of party poppers filled his ears (and kind of scaring him, admittedly).

"Happy birthday!" The collective cheer of each person brought a grin to his face; regardless of the under-planned surprise element, he couldn't contain his smile at the sight. Kazushi, Makoto and Takemichi each had several party hats decorating their heads - almost as if they were trying to imitate a crown. Akkun was off to the side with a bright grin and a party popper in his hand. (Name), however, wasn't in sight.

He was about to open his mouth to ask where she was when someone jumped onto his back, arms around his neck "Happy birthday, Taku-chan!" The familiarly cheery voice made him laugh, and he softly thanked them all. The girl of the group eagerly dragged him towards their paper cut out of a birthday cake laid out on the table, surrounded by gifts.

Takuya slowly opened each of them.

From Akkun, a new controller for his gaming console - the boy explaining it as a 'new' method for everyone to play together, instead of taking turns with one controller. He appreciated it, and smiled softly before gently placing it back in the box (promising that he'd play with Atsushi first and foremost).From Makoto, a porn magazine - he slightly sneered at the gift, and the dumb(est) boy began to whine and cry about how 'Takuya didn't like his gift'. Even (Name) sneered and appropriately smacked Makoto on the back of the head with an apologetic smile towards Takuya. The blonde just shook his head and thanked the boy reluctantly (he had definitely thought more of himself instead of Takuya - but it was funny regardless, both Kazushi and Takemichi seemed to think so, too).From Kazushi, a bunch of notebooks, pens and pencils - explaining it to him as a new hobby to pick up. According to him, Takuya looked like the 'artsy poet' type (admittedly, he couldn't help but agree). He tested the glittery gel pens on one of the note books and grinned - they were extremely pretty, perfect for exam note-taking too. He placed them to the side delicately and expressed his gratitude.

He couldn't help but side-eye Takemichi and (Name). Takemichi was someone who would buy an extremely expensively thoughtful gift - it always made him feel guilty for weeks after, because the determined blonde would never allow Takuya to repay him. And (Name)… he visibly sweated. She had no taste in gift giving, and her gift was probably going to be worse than Makoto's - appropriate, but worse. They all exchanged knowing glances as the girl turned around to push Takemichi's gift towards him.

Takemichi had gotten a choker chain; and, as expected, it looked expensive. On the front, 'TAKUYA' was written in cursive with two ruby colored stones either side - if he remembered ride, a ruby was his birthstone. He almost verbally awed, but, instead, opted for hugging Takemichi tightly with an over-the-top thank you. The bleached blonde looked very happy at Takuya's joy."It's time for my gift now, right?" (Name) cheerily reminded, pushing a large box forward "Don't be surprised; I asked for your parents permission too." What? Takuya rose an eyebrow. Parents permission? Whatever it was, the other four didn't seem to know either - they looked just as confused.

She raced out of the room for a few moments before returning with her head poked around the door, hiding her arms behind the door frame "Don't freak out, we have to be quiet." They all nodded "Promise?"

"Promise." They all quietly spoke, and Takuya could feel himself get slightly giddy. Whatever this was, he was excited - and he hoped he wasn't disappointed (he wouldn't be, regardless, because he'd get to jokingly bully her for a bad gift for the rest of her life). She slowly turned and walked in, and the bundle in her arms nearly sent him into cardiac arrest.

The cutest puppy was excitedly wagging its tail in her grip, adoringly staring at its new friends jovially. (Name) crouched down and softly placed it against the floor, and they all watched as it clumsily stumbled towards the closest human - Takuya himself. Pressing its wet nose against his arm, its little butt wiggled with the force of its tail.

"How- wha- I don't know how to react-" For the first time in a while, the group watched as an awe-stricken and very visibly shocked Takuya brought the puppy into his arms. (Name) laughed and slid to the floor beside him, gently patting the puppy.

"I spoke to your parents the other day before school about it; they said it'd probably do you good, especially with summer break comin' up. Keep you company, and you can go on walks with her." She explained whilst watching as the other four crowded round, each taking a turn at stroking the soft puppy.

"How the hell did you get her here?" Akkun questioned. It made all of them wonder; yeah, how? She had been with them all day, so how on Earth had she gotten a puppy to Takuya's house without them realising?

(Name) snorted "I asked Mikey-chan and Ken-kun to bring her; they put her in your room, in one of those play pens. Cute little thing was fast asleep but woke up straight away when hearing the door open. She was so excited." Takuya was so in love with this adorable creature that had found its new home in his arms "She ain't got a name, so that's up to you." He lit up, and the group laughed at his expression.

"Rocky." The name sent embarrassment into (Name)'s system, as she profusely rejected the name - completely being ignored by a cackling Takuya.

"Huh, what's so bad about Rocky? Rocky-chan is so cute!" Kazushi protested.

"It's Rocky because the last time me and (Name) hung out alone together, she fell into the river because of the rocks." The laughter from everyone was enough to make (Name) hide her face in her hands, muttering a 'I hate you' endearingly under her breath.

With his new friend and playmate in his hands, Takuya could wholeheartedly say... THIS WAS THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER.

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HAPPY TAKUYA DAY!! Honestly, as a character, Takuya grew on me progressively - I didn’t like him much when I first started but he definitely got my heart </3 He’s so pretty and sweet (totally didn't mistake him for Mikey at the beginning lmao) ~

A proper update will come out over the weekend - I’m currently looking for work so interviews have been taking up a lot of time. I promise it’ll be out tomorrow/over the weekend! I love you all!

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writingfortoomanyfandoms · 4 years ago

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The Only Woman

Pairing: (Henry Cavill!)Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Requested: Yep - “Hello Ma’amMay I request a Sherlock Holemes x Redaer?That when they were younger she was BSF with Sherlock and Mycroft. And all of the sudden they disappeared and never wrote to her a letter or nothing. And she got closer to Enola and when Edoria disappeared she reunites with Sherlock and Mycroft and Reader is Mad and Sad that he left without saying nothing. She always was in love with him and at the end she finds out he also was in love with her! And lots of fluffThank You so MuchAnonymous (she/her/hers)”

Summary: Basically just the request

Warnings: Probably some swearing, some 20th century misogyny, pining, fluff, angst, denial, all that fun stuff, probably ooc Sherlock but we vibe with it because he’s soft af

A/N: My first full length Sherlock fic! I should mention that my requests aren’t actually open right now, especially not for full fics but I was inspired by this request and so decided to make it into a full one! I hope you guys enjoy, please remember to reblog, comment or send an ask letting me know what you think and if you want to see me write more for Sherlock (and Henry and his other characters for that matter) in the future!

Y/N had been essentially another resident of the Holmes household her whole life, having been introduced to the family through the two boys - Sherlock and Mycroft, whom she had run into while out playing in the woods. Her family lived in the house nearest to the Holmes residence, technically making them neighbours.

Sherlock and Mycroft didn’t exactly do ‘friends’, that much had been clear even to Y/N’s young mind after meeting them. She was a year and a half younger than Sherlock and yet she still knew more about interacting with other people than he did. Not that either of the Holmes boys had ever seemed interested in other people, they had their brains to keep them occupied, and when they failed to find entertainment in learning, they had each other.

Despite this, they took a shine to Y/N when they found her playing make-believe on her own in the woods and insisted that she come over to have dinner with them and their family.

Mr and Mrs Holmes had gone out of their way, following that initial visit, to make Y/N feel as welcome as possible at Ferndell Hall. At first this was simply because they were astounded that their sons had actually made a friend and seemed interested in maintaining this friendship, but then it was partially as a result of the somewhat turbulent relationship that it became clear Y/N had with her family.

Eudoria in particular had ensured that Y/N knew she could always come and visit, that there was a spare bedroom that could be set up should she require it, which Y/N only began to take advantage of as she grew up and the rows with her parents over her future became more frequent.

However, it was always Sherlock that she was closest to. While she considered Mycroft a friend, and he had grudgingly returned the sentiment, they had never clicked in the same way that Y/N had with Sherlock. Occasionally Mycroft would storm off midway through a game, frustrated by Sherlock’s intelligence which so trumped his and Y/N’s, or he would simply decide that he was ‘above’ having friends.

Sherlock never much minded Y/N hanging around though. Truthfully, now that she was grown, Y/N looked back at their years of friendship and couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps his reason for tolerating her company was because she gave him the awed reactions that he secretly desired from his intelligence.

She had fond memories of her childhood with the Holmes. At Ferndell she never felt the need to pretend to be a young lady ready to be married that her parents so desperately wanted her to be, even as a child. Mr Holmes encouraged her to continue her studies beyond what her Governess would teach her, and Eudoria actively tried to teach her all that she could, going so far as to teach her alongside her sons on occasion - Mycroft wasn’t exactly fond of that, though Sherlock appeared to enjoy her company.

And then there was Enola, a surprisingly timid child considering the family that she had been born into - though Eudoria was convinced that her shyness was a trait that she would soon grow out of. Enola adored Y/N.

While Sherlock and Mycroft paid their little sister no mind, too caught up in their own lives to acknowledge their baby sister’s, Y/N was fond of Enola. Having grown up in a male-dominated household with only brothers for company, she had always wanted a younger sister.

It was Mr Holmes’ death that changed everything.

Not long after his death, Y/N was saying goodbye to her two closest friends as they left for Boarding School. Y/N had promised to write to them and had been encouraged to do so by Sherlock, who seemed thrilled by the prospect of their continued communication and Mycroft had also seemed somewhat in favour of the idea.

Y/N wrote to the brothers for a year after they left. Her letters to Sherlock in particular were long and full of detail about both her life, her parents continued attempts to interest her in marriage and her attempts to further her education, as well as the lives of Eudoria and Enola.

After a year of these letters, however, Y/N had yet to receive word from either brother and thus, with a heavy heart, she had halted her letter writing and turned her mind away from the Holmes brothers.

Eudoria had ensured that Y/N still knew that she was welcome whenever she wanted to come over, however, and so Y/N’s life at Ferndell continued even with the absence of the boys she had considered to be her closest friends.

Y/N had been the first to be informed that Eudoria had disappeared, Enola having ran over to her house the day of her sixteenth birthday in a state of distress, imploring the older woman to help her. They had agreed that it was best for Sherlock and Mycroft to be contacted at once, with Sherlock’s career, Enola had been certain that her brother would make himself indispensable.

Y/N had been less keen on writing to the Holmes brothers, dreading having to see her old friends again, still far more hurt than she could care to admit about their silence following their departure. Every time in the past week that Enola had brought up the topic of her brothers, Y/N had been quick to change the subject.

A decision that she was coming to regret now that she approached Ferndell to find an automobile parked outside of it. Y/N bit back a groan, aware that its presence more than likely meant that Sherlock and Mycroft would be waiting inside.

Y/N didn’t knock before she entered, she never had as she had basically been a part of the family over the past few years.

She could hear the low mumble of voices coming from the drawing room, which were becoming steadily louder and Y/N’s expression dropped into a deep frown as she stepped towards the room, recognising Enola’s voice, breaking with emotion, even through the closed doors.

Before she could place her hand on the knob, however, the door was flung open and Enola rushed out, crashing into Y/N, who almost dropped the bags she was holding.

“Enola?” Y/N breathed, her hands gripping onto the young girl’s shoulders, steadying her.

“Y/N!” Enola embraced her tightly, though not before Y/N caught sight of her face, flushed red and eyes shining with tears, her expression the picture of distress.

“What’s happened? What’s wrong? Why are you… in your undergarments?” Y/N asked in a rush as Enola pulled away. The teenager wiped fiercely at her face, clenching her jaw.

“My brothers are here…” Enola seemed to struggle with herself for a moment before shaking her head. “I wish to be alone.”

With that, Enola pushed past her and shortly after Y/N heard footsteps on the stairs. Y/N looked back to the door to the drawing room and caught a glimpse of a man holding a book, chestnut curls falling over his forehead, his brown eyes just visible, his brow furrowed as though he were frowning.

Sherlock was recognisable immediately. His eyes moved over to the door, away from the chair Y/N knew to be facing him in the room which she assumed seated Mycroft, and his book lowered, his head raising and his lips parting in slight surprise - an expression that Y/N had never seen on him in the entire duration of their friendship.

Before he could say anything, however, Y/N turned on her heel and walked towards the kitchen.

“Good morning, Miss Y/L/N,” Mrs Lane said from where she was kneading bread dough on the kitchen counter.

“Morning, Mrs Lane - I see that Enola’s brothers have arrived.”

“Yes, they got here yesterday,” Mrs Lane confirmed as Y/N placed down the bags of food she had bought and began to unpack them into the pantry. Knowing how overworked Mrs Lane had been, staffing the house alone, particularly since Eudoria’s absence, Y/N had taken to doing the food shopping for them.

“Enola seemed very upset,” Y/N said, unable to conceal her worry.

“Yes - Mr Mycroft has been less than impressed by both the state of the house and Enola herself.”

“Why?” Y/N demanded, her frown deepening, the beginnings of anger festering in her stomach.

“He doesn’t think Mrs Holmes did a good job of raising her,” Mrs Lane looked equally disgusted by the words even as she spoke them. “He wishes to send her to a finishing school to turn her into a proper lady.”

“But can’t he see that she’s happy here?”

“I don’t think Mr Holmes much cares,” Mrs Lane admitted.

“What does Sherlock think of all of it?”

“He has been rather silent on the matter, Miss Y/L/N,” Mrs Lane said, shaking her head and sighing. “I fear Enola has been rather disappointed by the brother she so idolised.”

“She said she wished to be alone for a while,” Y/N said, leaning on the counter and rubbing her forehead, wanting to ease out the deep concern she was feeling for the girl she had come to think of as a sister. “I’ll try and talk to her in a little bit,” she decided and Mrs Lane nodded her approval.

Y/N ventured out into the garden half an hour later, figuring that that was ample time for Enola to think it over for herself. Y/N knew exactly where the Holmes daughter would be, she knew that Enola had a favourite tree in the garden where she would go, should she want to get away from the house for a little bit.

What she wasn’t expecting was to find Sherlock walking back from the direction of the very tree Y/N knew Enola to be hiding in. He looked deep in thought, but there was no denying the very slight smile that lifted the corners of his lips.

Y/N allowed her head to fall, her eyes on the ground, hoping against hope that there was even the smallest chance that Sherlock may not notice her.

“Y/N - it was you I saw,” there was an edge of something like delight in his voice as he spoke and Y/N wanted to look up, to see his expression, to confirm that he was smiling as he acknowledged her.

Instead, she chose to ignore him and attempted to continue walking.

“Y/N!” Sherlock called, and reached out a hand to gently take hold of her arm, pulling her ever-so carefully back to stand in front of her.

“Mr Holmes,” Y/N returned his greeting, lifting her head to watch his features fall into a slight frown.

“I wasn’t aware that you would be here,” Sherlock said, his eyes searching hers.

“I was always welcome at Ferndell,” Y/N responded stiffly. “Now I must go and speak with Enola,” she said, turning ready to leave him.

“Y-” Sherlock cut himself off from saying her name. “Miss Y/L/N,” he corrected, and Y/N risked a glance at her old friend over her shoulder, seeing his brow crinkled in confusion, an expression that she had rarely seen during their childhood.

“Yes, Mr Holmes?”

“How have you been?” Sherlock was floundering, that much was obvious. All the articles about him that Y/N and Enola had read, all her memories of him from her younger years had always portrayed him as being calm, collected, ready with his words. Seeing him now, in this state of uncertainty, caused by seeing her for the first time after so many years, it brought her a sense of satisfaction.

“Fine thank you, now if you’ll excuse me,” she didn’t give Sherlock a chance to respond, walking away from him as quickly as possible, though she could feel his eyes burning into her back as she left him behind.

Enola was sitting on the grass at the base of the tree, her back pressed up against it, her sketchbook balanced on her lap but her eyes were glazed over and looking at the scenery rather than at the pages.

“Can I join you?”

The teenager started, her eyes widening in slight shock but then she relaxed as her eyes landed on Y/N, who she offered a small, tired smile and nodded her head. Once Y/N had seated herself on the ground, Enola scooted over to rest her head on her shoulder and let out a long sigh.

“I’m glad to see you’ve put on clothes now,” Y/N finally broke the silence and the younger girl laughed a little.

“Apparently my proportions are incorrect,” Enola informed her.

“Yes, I often find myself thinking that,” Y/N teased and Enola giggled again, playfully elbowing Y/N in the side. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t want to go to Miss Harrison’s Finishing School for Young Girls.”

“Finishing school is the worst,” Y/N agreed.

“I remember when you went,” Enola murmured. “Mother said you hated it.”

“I did,” Y/N confirmed. “I begged my parents every holiday to not send me back, I think I even asked your mother at one point to adopt me so that I wouldn’t have to go,” Y/N chuckled at the memory, shaking her head. “It was a source of great amusement for my brothers.”

“Mine too,” Enola said darkly. “Mycroft is an utter pig, you know.”

Y/N laughed again at the choice of words.

“Family reunion didn’t go quite as planned, I take it?”

“I didn’t have a hat or gloves,” Enola sighed.

“So off to finishing school?”

“The only logical course of action,” Enola agreed, her tone biting. “You were friends with them, weren’t you?”

“Yes,” Y/N said, wary of where this conversation was going. “But I stand no chance of changing their minds. Mycroft was always stubborn, even when we were children, and I haven’t seen them since they went to boarding school.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry, I wish I could help,” Y/N said, her heart aching for the young woman.

“It’s okay,” Enola murmured. “I was just wondering, though… Sherlock was talking about me as a child - you must have known me at the same time as him, yes?” Y/N nodded her confirmation. “I think I have more memories of you than him or Mycroft.”

“I spent a lot of time with you,” Y/N shrugged.

“He said that I used to drag a pinecone around with me.”

Y/N couldn’t help herself from laughing as the memory struck her.

“Oh yes - a little pinecone, wrapped in wool that you dragged around on a string because of Queen Victoria’s spaniel. Called… Dash? I think?”

“That’s what Sherlock said, yes,” Enola straightened up, a slight grin on her face. “So it’s true?”

“Yes, you were rather obsessed with the thing,” Y/N confirmed, still chuckling a little. Silence fell between them, comfortable and thoughtful.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“What were my brothers like growing up?”

Y/N thought hard before answering, her mind going back to her childhood.

“They were fun,” Y/N said at last. “They both knew that they were smarter than me, and I think that that was at least part of the reason they kept me around. Sherlock would teach me things - things that my Governess wouldn’t have thought I ought to know…” Y/N trailed off. “They were kind,” she admitted at last. “Albeit a little aloof at times, a little arrogant, they were always kind to me. I think Sherlock could tell immediately that I was unhappy with my family, and that was why they brought me to Ferndell,” Y/N confided.

“Mycroft was kind to you?” Enola asked, staring at her wide-eyed.

“He didn’t know any better until he went out into the world,” Y/N replied, smiling a little.

“I won’t let him send me to Miss Harrison’s Finishing School For Girls,” Enola stated defiantly.

“No,” Y/N agreed. “I don’t think that you should.”

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Y/N was reading outside when the maid came to see her.

“Miss Y/L/N, there’s a Mr Holmes here to see you,” Freya spoke, her eyebrows raised just a tad in a teasing way, indicating that she thought it was a romantic house-call. Y/N frowned in return.

“Mr Holmes?” She repeated. “Not Enola?”

“If it’s Enola then she’s certainly changed a lot since I last saw her,” Freya said. “Mr Holmes is in the drawing room.”

Y/N closed her book and stood, following the maid inside, through the house and into the drawing room. She pushed the door open, still confused as to why either of the Holmes brothers would feel the need to make a house call to see her.

Sherlock was standing in the drawing room, his back to her as he stared at the painting hanging above the fireplace. She closed the door as quietly as she could, but the soft sound caught the attention of the detective anyway. Sherlock turned and offered her an unsure, gentle smile.

“Good morning, Mr Holmes,” Y/N said, bowing her head just slightly towards him. She thought she saw Sherlock’s smile falter just a tad before he returned her greeting. “What can I help you with?”

“I’m afraid I bring some bad news,” Sherlock said, walking away from the fireplace. Y/N stepped further into the room and indicated a chair. “Thank you,” he said as he sat down, Y/N seating herself in the armchair across from him. “Enola has run away.”

“Is that really all that surprising?” Y/N sighed, though his words did immediately cause her to worry for the young girl.

“Were you aware of what she was planning?” Sherlock asked.

“No. It just doesn’t surprise me.”

Sherlock looked at her for a long moment, seemingly analyzing her expression and finally he gave a slow nod of his head.

“So I take it that she hasn’t contacted you at all?” He asked.

“I haven’t heard from her since yesterday when I left Ferndell,” Y/N confirmed, attempting to keep her features as neutral as possible.

Sherlock frowned at her, his brow furrowed in concentration.

“Even if she had, you wouldn’t tell me, would you?”

“No,” Y/N admitted, shrugging her shoulders. “But you can’t blame me for that. We both know that Finishing School is not where Enola’s time would be best spent. Besides, from what she told me Miss Harrison seems a foul woman.”

She thought she saw Sherlock’s lips twitch as though he wanted to smile, but then he schooled his expression into one of neutrality again.

“You know, there was a time when you would tell me everything,” he reminded her.

“And there was a time that you found me utterly insufferable for that,” Y/N countered, her words sounding like she was spitting venom at him.

“I never found you insufferable,” Sherlock said, a chuckle in his voice.

“Is that so?” Y/N mused, quirking her eyebrow at him.

“Perhaps a little slow at times, but I wouldn’t take that personally,” she hated how teasing he sounded, as though nothing had changed since he left. Sherlock clearly picked up on the anger festering in the pit of her stomach and spoke again before she had time to lash out. “But I never found you insufferable.”

Y/N made a noise conveying how unconvinced she was by his words and she stood from the chair.

“If that’s all…”

Sherlock’s eyes flashed with something similar to disappointment before he, too, stood and adjusted his suit jacket slightly.

“Yes… that’s all,” he said. “I thank you for your time.”

Y/N nodded and watched as Sherlock crossed the room to stand in front of the door, reaching out a hand towards the doorknob. Before he could turn it, though, Y/N was hit by a sudden wave of concern.

“Mr Holmes?”

The man paused and looked back at her over his shoulder at her.

“You… if you find her, or here anything… could you let me know? She’s only young… I worry about her.”

Sherlock bowed his head in a sign of consent.

“I will keep you updated, I promise.”

“Thank you… Sherlock.”

Just as Sherlock had promised, he kept her updated on the situation with Enola as best as he could and she received letters from him every other day, even if he had found no new leads.

On the days that he had nothing new to report, his letters were filled with updates about his own life, general musings, his theories about both Enola’s whereabouts and other, unofficial cases that had caught his eye.

In short, they were the most un-Sherlock-like letters that Y/N could have ever imagined receiving and every time the post came she felt her heart lift in hope that there would be another one for her.

The only letter that Y/N had replied to, however, was one dated about a week and a half after Enola’s disappearance, in which Sherlock told her that he had asked Mycroft to pass over his duties and to make Enola his ward, filing Y/N in on the details about what had happened with Enola and the case of the missing Maquis. Sherlock had also let her know that he had attempted to make contact with his sister via newspaper and that she had indeed come to the meeting spot but had been disguised.

From the tone of that letter, it had been clear to Y/N that Sherlock truly cared for his younger sister, and that he knew that she would be capable of taking care of herself despite the worry that he so clearly felt over her.

After having received a response from Y/N after that letter, Sherlock had implored her to keep replying, but Y/N had not. She was afraid of falling into the same trap that she had when they were kids - of allowing herself to get too close to him, to feel something for him, when it was never going to go anywhere.

Y/N had allowed her heart to be broken by Sherlock Holmes once before, when she was too young to truly understand matters of the heart. She wasn’t going to do it again.

About a week after receiving the letter recounting the tale of Enola and Tewkesbury, however, Y/N got another surprise in the post. A letter from Enola herself, detailing Y/N with much of the same information that had already been given to her by Sherlock, though with more detail and far more reassurance that she truly was safe and secure and comfortable in her newfound lodgings in London.

In the final paragraph of the letter, there was a plea from Enola, imploring Y/N to go and visit her in London - she had attached a date for the following week and the address of a cafe that she said she thought Y/N would appreciate.

And so Y/N found herself boarding a train the next week, ready to meet Enola in London, agreeing to stay with her for a couple of days so that they could properly catch up.

Just as she was settling into the carriage, the train about to leave the station, the door slid open again and a familiar face appeared.

“May I join you?” Sherlock asked, a somewhat nervous smile on his face. Y/N returned it and nodded her head.

“Of course,” Sherlock entered into the compartment, closing the door behind him and placing his bag onto the overhead luggage rack and taking the seat opposite her. “I wasn’t aware that you were back here?”

“Only for a night - Mycroft demanded my help,” Sherlock explained. “I thought about visiting you, but I was unsure of how much it would be appreciated,” he added. Y/N bowed her head a little, finding herself unable to maintain eye contact with him. “You didn’t reply to my letters.”

“Yes I did.”

Y/N risked a glance up and saw Sherlock’s lips quirk a little, holding back a smile.

“I apologise - you replied to only one of my letters.”

“That’s one more than you replied to of mine,” Y/N pointed out, raising her eyebrows challengingly. Sherlock didn’t even attempt to keep his smile at bay, grinning at her in the familiar cheeky way that Y/N remembered from their childhood.

“I wasn’t aware of how good you were at bearing grudges,” he mused, leaning back in his seat.

“Well perhaps if you’d come to visit you would have realised,” Y/N muttered, opening her bag that rested on the chair beside her and pulled out the book she was reading.

Before she could open it, though, Sherlock’s hand pressed down on the cover, preventing her from doing so.

“I'm sorry, Y/N,” he whispered and when Y/N met his eyes again they were so filled with genuine apology and concern.

“I wasn’t aware that you knew what an apology was,” but she smiled a little, seeing how Sherlock’s eyes brightened

“Well I’ve been attempting to catch up on them as of late.”

“Enola?”

“I have yet to find her to give her one,” Sherlock confessed, leaning back at last. “You’re going down to see her, aren’t you?”

Y/N knew there was no point in denying it, Sherlock was always capable of telling when people were lying. He had always been particularly quick at picking up on Y/N’s lies as well when they were children.

“Yes - she wrote inviting me down last week,” Sherlock nodded slowly.

“Would you… would you let me know that she’s safe - that her lodgings are comfortable?”

“I’ll let her know you asked,” Y/N said instead, her voice quiet and full of understanding.

“Thank you,” Sherlock swallowed hard.

Silence fell between them. The most comfortable silence that had existed between them since their reunion.

“I did miss you, you know.”

“I’m sorry?”

“When I left home - I did miss you. I know you think I didn’t, and it’s understandable, but I did,” Sherlock confessed.

“Why didn’t you reply?” Y/N asked and she hated the desperation in her voice, the plea to understand why so many years had passed in silence. “Why didn’t you come and visit?”

“I don’t have a good reason for why I did - or didn’t - do any of it. And I’m so sorry,” Sherlock sighed but Y/N frowned at him, noticing how his gaze briefly dropped her own as he spoke, how his fingers fidgeted slightly on his lap.

“I know you’re the detective of the two of us, but I know when you lie, Sherlock Holmes,” Y/N didn’t know what made her do it, but she lent forwards and grabbed one of his hands between her own. “Tell me the truth, Sherlock.”

Sherlock studied her hard for a long minute, his eyes sweeping across her face, taking in every inch of her features and there was an emotion that Y/N couldn’t quite place lingering in his eyes.

“Mycroft used to… make fun of me, when we were children. Because he knew how I… how I felt about you. I’ve never quite… understood why he did, he always liked you, even if he never admitted it, but I hated it. I hated Mycroft making fun of me, it made me feel like he was smarter than me…” Sherlock’s cheeks reddened. “I did not mean for that to sound as conceited as it did.”

“To be fair, you were quite a conceited child,” Y/N teased, squeezing his hand and Sherlock chuckled. “But… what do you mean, how you felt about me?”

“You really want me to spell it out for you?” Sherlock asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“You said it yourself, I always was a little slow,” she grinned, “at least compared to you.”

Her heart was pounding out of her chest, she could barely breathe from the excitement at the idea that Sherlock was hinting at what she thought he was.

“You have to know by now that you are the only woman who I have ever held a place for in my heart.” He paused, shrugging his shoulders bashfully. “Or you were.”

“Enola?”

“Of course,” he confirmed. He lifted her hand tentatively up, pressing his lips gently against the back of it, keeping his gaze lowered. “I just hope that you know you never left it.”

The rest of the journey passed in a blur, the two of them having the final catch up that had been missing for so many years, everything feeling as though it was falling back into place, just like everything had been when they were kids.

By the time the train pulled into the station at London, Y/N had no desire to say goodbye to Sherlock Holmes, and by the way he loitered with her on the platform, it appeared that the sentiment was returned.

“Where are you headed?” Sherlock inquired. “I know Enola wouldn’t want you to tell me her address, but…”

“I’m actually meeting her at a cafe,” Y/N told him, adjusting her grip on her bag and smiling at him.

“In that case… would you allow me to escort you? London can be rather confusing at times, especially for those used to the country lifestyle,” he suggested and if Y/N didn’t know any better, she would have thought he was blushing a little in embarrassment.

“I would appreciate that yes, thank you Sherlock,” she agreed and Sherlock offered her his arm.

Enola did not seem overly surprised at Sherlock’s presence beside Y/N. There was a slight raise of her eyebrows, a knowing smile on her face and a gleam of amusement in her eyes as she walked over to them, her arms laden with a bunch of yellow roses.

“It’s so wonderful to see you again,” she said, completely bypassing her brother and embracing Y/N as carefully as she could with the flowers in her hands.

“I was so happy to hear from you, I was so worried about you,” Y/N told her, pulling away and examining her surrogate sister for any trace of hurt.

“I promise I’m fine,” Enola laughed, holding out the flowers for her. “I bought these for you, though.”

“They’re beautiful, thank you.”

Enola’s eyes slid over to Sherlock at last, who was standing awkwardly to the side. Y/N could sense how his own gaze was flicking continuously between herself and his sister, clearly overjoyed at seeing her again but also wanting to continue the conversation he and Y/N had been holding on the train.

“It’s more of an apology, actually,” Enola mused. “I’m afraid that something has come up and my assistance is required… elsewhere. Perhaps Sherlock would take my place?” She raised her eyebrows at her brother.

“I-uh-”

“Fantastic!” Enola cheered, hugging Y/N once more and giving a nod to her brother before rushing away.

“Did your sister just set us up?” Y/N asked, turning to face the younger Holmes brother.

“I think so,” Sherlock confirmed. “For what it’s worth, she hasn’t gone far, I believe she has every intention of snooping on us.”

Y/N laughed at that piece of knowledge, rolling her eyes affectionately at Enola’s antics before placing her hand once more in Sherlock’s arm. He reached across her to take her bag to allow her to hold the flowers.

“Well we wouldn’t want to disappoint her, now would we?” Y/N said, nodding towards the door to the cafe, not missing the affectionate smile it brought to Sherlock’s face.

As he held the door open for her, Y/N reached up onto her toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

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Wicker Man - yandere! jungkook x reader

so my child @babeejk wanted a y! sugar daddy jungkook, and i live for nothing if not to fulfil her jungkook obsession so here we are.

word count: 2.1k

pairing: y! jungkook x gn! reader

Most people (Y/N)’s age would spend their Friday night partying, hanging out with friends, trying new things. But (Y/N) was spending the best days of their life entertaining a young, rich CEO who would no doubt dump them for a new pretty face in a few years.

Jungkook was a sweet gentleman. Always made payments on time, and usually never pushed the boundaries. But there were instances where his hands crept a little too far for (Y/N)’s liking, or his grip on (Y/N)’s arm got a little too tight in the presence of his friends.

He was peaceful enough that Friday night, having ordered takeout for the two of them and put on a movie. Clearly, he needed the company of (Y/N) more than their body as most of their previous sugar daddies had coveted.

With (Y/N) placing their plate down onto the coffee table and relaxing into his arms to watch the movie, it was almost like they were dating. Jungkook didn’t dare push this idea often, happy to stick to the simple domesticity they had as if they were already in love and nothing needed to be said.

He pressed a kiss on the back of (Y/N)’s neck, enjoying the fleeting feeling of his lips on their skin.

“You seem tired, baby. Want to go to bed?” The film was reaching its climax, but (Y/N)’s eyes were barely able to stay open.

“Mmmmm.” They replied, not protesting as he lifted them like a bride and carried them into his room to rest on his king sized bed.

(Y/N) had allowed a gentle smile to settle on their lips, their eyes having drifted closed. Jungkook settled himself beside them, feeling equally as at peace.

“I wish every night could be like this.” He mused allowed. “Would you like that, baby?”

(Y/N) was only his for two nights a week - Fridays and Saturdays, wherein he would often have them stay for the night.

“Mmmmm.” (Y/N) gave an ambiguous grumble as he hooked his arms around their chest to spoon them.

“Really? I can’t wait, baby. I love you, so much.”

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The morning after, (Y/N) woke up to an empty bed. Unusual, considering that Jungkook loved to wake up beside them and talk in the morning. Brushing that aside they stood up and padded out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

Jungkook was seated at the counter, glasses perched on his nose and his laptop in front of him next to a steaming cup of hot water (allegedly, it had health benefits but (Y/N) had never understood it).

“Good morning, baby.” Jungkook had a bright smile, beckoning them to join him at the counter. (Y/N) followed his instructions, hopping onto the stool beside him and leaning on his shoulder in a move they knew he adored.

“I’ve been working hard for you this morning, baby. You know, I want to get this done as soon as possible so we can be together.”

“That’s good.” (Y/N) hummed in reply.

“How do you feel about the moving company getting there at two today? That’ll give us time to have lunch on the way.” Jungkook ran his hand down their arm, soothing them as he noticed how they tensed up.

“What?”

“So you can move in, baby. Of course, you don’t have to bring everything here and I’ll be more than happy to buy anything extra you need-”

“Wait, wait, wait a second.” (Y/N) breathed out slowly. “Moving in?”

“We talked about it last night. You agreed, didn’t you?” (Y/N) scrunched up their nose, trying to recall the conversation but drawing a blank.

“No, I never agreed to that. And I never would. It’d break the terms of our contract.”

Jungkook had such a sincere look of hurt in his eyes that it tugged at (Y/N)’s heartstrings.

“We don’t need that contract, baby. We just need each other. You know I’ll give you anything you want, right?”

“And what I want… no, what I need… is for some space. This is just my part time hustle, I still have college and a life outside of this. I want to keep it to two days a week, otherwise it’ll blur the lines between you as a sugar daddy and you as a boyfriend.” (Y/N) tried not to let their irritation show as they spoke.

“Fuck the lines, (Y/N)! We don’t need any of those labels, I just want you to be mine as much as I am yours!” Their companion’s grip on their arm had grown tighter to the point that his nails started to draw blood. Realising this, (Y/N) pried his hand away and stood up.

“I’m sorry if I’d misled you. But I’m not looking for that kind of relationship with you, I’m just looking for strictly business. If this doesn’t work, maybe we should end this.”

Jungkook stared at them incredulously.

“Well…” He bit his lip, deep in thought. “Fine. Life will go on, I guess. I’ll call up the moving company and cancel it. Let’s not end this beautiful thing we have over a silly argument.”

(Y/N) nodded, although they had a horrible feeling in their stomach that it was not the end of the conversation, and Jungkook would stop at nothing to get his way.

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(Y/N) had chosen to make Thursday a ‘me’ day. They cooked themselves breakfast and lunch, did some online shopping and applied a face mask. They had zero intentions of visiting anyone else, when all they wanted to do was de-stress from life.

As they were lighting a candle and listening to some Beethoven, a shrill alarm rang out.

‘Huh. They don’t normally hold the drill today.’ (Y/N) shrugged, waiting for it to cease. However, it didn’t stop.

After a few minutes, (Y/N) grabbed their phone and stepped outside, only to see people hurrying down the stairs.

“Hurry! Fire!” One of her neighbours yelled, jogging past them.

Their eyes widened, but sure enough they could see smoke curling throughout the air and they knew they had no time to lose. Leaving their apartment with only their phone in hand, (Y/N) followed their neighbours down the stairs and out of the building, standing on the pavement as they watched the flames licking at the building and smoke billowing out of the open windows. Soon enough there were fire engines on the scene and ambulances to deal with the people who’d inhaled too much smoke.

(Y/N) found themselves sitting on the pavement, numb with shock. To think everything they owned was going up in the flames was terrifying, even as they saw the firefighters doing everything to minimise the damage.

“(Y/N)! Baby!” Their state of shock was broken by someone yelling their name, and suddenly they were pulled into a tight hug.

“Baby, thank god you’re okay. I don’t know what I would’ve done if something happened to you.”

“Jungkook?” (Y/N) instantly recognised the voice. “What- How-”

“I was in the area when I heard about what happened. I came as quickly as I could.” Jungkook pressed a kiss to (Y/N)’s forehead.

“You need to rest. Come back to my place, okay?”

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(Y/N) had ended up staying there far longer than intended. Their apartment had been completely wrecked by the fire, since it had started on their floor. Every possession of theirs, gone so quickly, although of course Jungkook insisted on replacing whatever they wanted.

Jungkook seemed to be very much content with their prolonged stay. In fact, he’d been working from home for the first few days to make sure they were settled in and not feeling too lonely. (Y/N) would sit with him in his home office, since they didn’t really have much else to do, and scroll on their phone until he inevitably called them over to cuddle with him.

The young man had become progressively bolder with his skinship, never holding back from pressing kisses to their neck or holding them a bit too tightly to his crotch. They hadn’t done ‘it’ yet, but with how he was acting it was only a matter of time.

They were just sitting together, (Y/N) scrolling through instagram and Jungkook answering some emails when the desk phone rang. Jungkook reached around them to answer it, holding it to his ear for a few seconds before putting it back down.

“Your nintendo switch has just been delivered. I need to go down to the lobby and sign for it. Are you okay waiting here for a few minutes?” Jungkook pouted, as (Y/N) nodded in reply.

He pressed a kiss to their cheek before standing up.

“Don’t miss me too much, baby.” He smiled before leaving.

(Y/N) let out a breath they didn’t realise they’d been holding in whilst he was there. But now, they were bored as ever.

A chime rang out, and (Y/N) found their attention drawn to Jungkook’s phone, sitting there innocently. They reached over and picked it up, only seeing a text from his mother asking about dinner plans next week. But they noted how he’d changed his lockscreen to a picture of them, from a few nights ago when they’d accompanied him to a formal event and he’d asked one of his colleagues to take a picture of them together.

(Y/N) suddenly had something to do. They set about trying to unlock Jungkook’s phone, first trying their fingerprint and face ID but to no avail. Then, realising that he had a numeral password they tried typing in a few dates - his birthday, his parent’s anniversary. Then, out of sheer boredom and with only one attempt they tried their own birthday only for them to be granted access to his lockscreen.

‘Jeez, he needs to get a life if he’s that whipped for me.’ They sighed, as they scrolled through his phone. Nothing was particularly out of the ordinary, until they checked the photo gallery, to be met with tons of pictures of them. Screenshots from social media, snaps from their ‘dates’, selfies with them fast asleep in his arms. It was enough to make (Y/N) shudder with fright.

Another message popped up.

‘I need the other half of the payment, sir, or I will be contacting the police.’

(Y/N) clicked on it, expecting business talk only to be met with something else entirely. Fear settled in their stomach as they scrolled up through the messages.

‘(Y/N) has been evacuated outside, doesn’t seem to have been hurt.’

‘Someone’s called emergency services, but the fire should spread far enough that (Y/N)’s apartment will be damaged.’

‘I’ve started it, it’s spreading quickly.’

It didn’t take a genius to realise what had happened.

(Y/N) dropped Jungkook’s phone on the floor in shock, standing up immediately. They’d walked right into his arms without hesitation, they’d played into his plan perfectly. Jungkook always got what he wanted, no matter the cost.

‘I have to get out of here.’

(Y/N) started for the door, only stopping to tuck their phone into their pocket. They were just by the entrance to the penthouse when they heard talking outside.

They knew they had to hide, but it was too late.

Jungkook burst through the door, accompanied by a stern faced delivery driver carrying a large box. This was subsequently placed by the door and he made a swift exit, avoiding (Y/N)’s existence the entire time.

“Ah, baby I missed you. Here, come and see what I bought for you.” Jungkook beckoned to them, but one look at their face told him he’d read their mood entirely wrong.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He cooed as he approached them. “Tell me, and I’ll fix it for you.”

“Get the hell away from me.” (Y/N) snapped. Jungkook froze. “I know what you did. What the hell is wrong with you? I could’ve died in that fire?”

His face became stern.

“I would never have allowed that to happen. I just wanted to give you a little push to move in with me, that’s all.”

“You’re insane!”

“And you’re too stubborn to progress our relationship!” Jungkook bit back. “Can’t you see how hard I try to make you happy? Is that not enough for you to love me?”

“I never want to see you again.” (Y/N) huffed, trying to show past him only to be caught in his iron grip.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

(Y/N) struggled, but Jungkook’s determination was stronger than their body weight.

“Maybe I am crazy, baby. And you know what that means?” He leant in close, so (Y/N) could feel the warmth of his breath. “You never know what I’m going to do next. So don’t try me unless you want to get burnt.”

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RUN: Chapter II

Jeon Jungkook hops from bed to bed, sleeping with as many beautiful, rich women as he can possibly find time for. He’s young and attractive, with a silver tongue that gets him practically anything he wants. So when his friend and boss, Kim Taehyung, tells him it’s time to settle down, Jungkook takes it pretty badly. And when he finds out that the woman he’s destined to marry is, in fact, his little sister’s best friend, he is less than impressed.

You have spent your entire life trying to forget the way you feel about Jeon Jungkook. So when you find out that Jungkook is to be your husband - and that he is anything but pleased about it - your world is thrown into chaos. How can you survive a loveless marriage with the man you are hopelessly in love with?

WARNINGS: Language, some violence and eventual smut.

A/N:ENJOY!!!!

Your wedding came and went like the wind.

It hadn’t been a large affair - barely more than fifty people had attended - but your mother had cried of course, and so had Jungkook’s mum, and at the end of it you were Mrs Jeon.

Your new husband had kissed you at the end of it - gently, quickly, like it didn’t really mean much - but you couldn’t help it that your heart skipped at the feeling. Your first kiss with the man you’d spent most of your life loving, and it was like vapour.

And now here you were, stood in the foyer of Jungkook’s apartment, wondering what the hell you were doing. You felt like some kind of imposter - a woman only pretending to be Jungkook’s wife. You tightened the hold on your suitcase, the one your mother had made you pack only a week prior.

“Most of your things will be sent over in the days after you marry,” She’d told you, eyes mischievous, “But you’ll need something special for your wedding night.”

You scoffed.

Your wedding night had been anything but spectacular.

Bangtan had splashed out on an incredibly expensive hotel complete with matching robes and expensive champagne, but you’d spent most of the night alone. You hadn’t been able to bare much of the reception, claiming a headache only an hour and a half into the festivities, and though Jungkook had seemed less than happy about it, he’d told you to make your way to the hotel room without him.

Of course, when you’d arrived all you’d done was to get into bed and cry yourself into some kind of dreamless sleep, feeling like nothing could ever make you happy again. Hours had passed before Jungkook joined you, and when he did, you didn’t mention the smell of perfume on him, and he stayed far, far away from you.

You shook your head furiously, trying to rid your mind of all those horrible memories.

One day, you hoped, you’d have beautiful children, and then you could shower them with all of your unrequited love.

“Are you listening to me?”

Jungkook’s voice shook you out of your reverie and you turned to face him sharply, eyes wide.

“What?”

He sighed heavily, “I said you can either move into the guest room or join me in the master bedroom. What would you prefer?”

You knew what your heart wanted of course.

As stupid as it may have been - and it was astoundingly dumb - you still wanted to share Jungkook’s life with him. You wanted to be able to indulge in the intimacies of marriage and your chest tightened as you remembered what you were to your husband - a hindrance.

“Will it be alright if we share different beds?”

He rose a dark brow, “What do you mean?”

“Your employees,” You clarified, tucking some hair behind your ears and avoiding his eyes, “They won’t think it’s�� Inappropriate, will they?”

You hated the strange code of conduct you were being forced into. You loved Jungkook - you wanted to give him yourself, whole heartedly - and yet you had to walk around the truth. You had to pretend like every moment you spent here wasn’t causing irreparable damage to your heart.

Jungkook shrugged, “So what if they do? I don’t give a shit what people say and neither should you. You should sleep wherever you prefer.”

The words hung in the air and you watched his face carefully.

He knew how you felt about him didn’t he? So he had to know you’d prefer sharing his bed. You collected yourself, and after a moment smiled gently.

“Then I think we should share the master bedroom.” If he was surprised he hid it well.

“Okay. This way then.”

You followed him down the hallway and stared at the planes of his back. The suit jacket he was wearing hugged his shoulders perfectly, and despite yourself something in your stomach swelled.

You were his wife now, weren’t you?

Did that not come with certain expectations?

You wondered if Jungkook even found you attractive. Surely if he wanted you in any capacity, he would’ve come looking for your company on your wedding night.

You bit back the tears. Now was not the time for this.

The master bedroom was big of course, but basically empty. Jungkook cleared his throat as you stood in the doorway to the room, observing your surroundings.

“I don’t spend a lot of time at home,” He started by way of explanation, “So urm… That’s why everything’s quite bare.”

You nodded slowly, “I understand.”

“You can do whatever you want in here,” He waved his hand noncommittally, “Within reason, of course.” The joke was weak but you pushed out a soft laugh nonetheless.

“Is that all you have with you?” He pointed at the small piece of luggage you were holding.

You shrugged, “My mom insisted she’d have the rest sent over to me,” You dropped the suitcase at the end of the huge bed you’d be sharing with Jungkook for maybe the rest of your life.

“So what’s in there then?” He cocked his head to the side, confused.

You felt your cheeks blush, brazenly, and you cleared your throat, more than a little uncomfortable.

“She told me to pack some things for the wedding night,” You answered, finally lifting your gaze to meet with his, “It’s not a big deal.”

But you knew that was a lie. Your heart was beating rapidly at just the thought of Jungkook knowing you’d brought intimate clothing along with you, and you knew that the only reason you’d told him it was because you wanted him to think about you scantily clad in lacy underwear.

You wanted him to be attracted to you, despite the fact this marriage was born out of duty for him. You thought that maybe if he wanted your body, you could find a way to open up his heart as well.

“They still do that?” Jungkook’s voice was painted with disbelief.

You quirked a brow, “Do what?” “The whole wedding night lingerie thing,” He laughed tightly, “My hyungs all told me about it but it just sounds… Kind of outdated to me.” Another stab in the heart. You tugged a hand through your hair.

“Oh.” He frowned carefully and sighed, “I’m sorry. Did that hurt your feelings?”

It pained you how easily Jungkook saw through your armour. How would you survive a lifetime with him? How could you hide from his gaze when he knew you so well?

You felt stupid and useless suddenly.

“No.” You replied, voice catching slightly at the end, “You’re right. It is outdated.” You thought of the racy red number your mother had insisted Jungkook would love. He would never see it of course - but part of you had hoped he would. Part of you had hoped he’d not only see you in it… But love you in it, too.

It was a foolish hope.

“Is it alright if I rest?” You asked him after a moment, smiling despite the tears that crawled up the back of your throat, “I’m really quite tired. It’s been a long week.”

Jungkook’s eyes searched your face and you forced your expression into one of neutrality. Just because he knew how you felt - just because he knew you loved him - didn’t mean you always had to be the vulnerable one.

You could learn to protect yourself. You’d grown up around monsters. Around people who manipulated and hurt others.

You just had to learn how to navigate this new reality.

This marriage.

“Yes of course,” Jungkook told you once his eyes had searched right down to the very depths of your soul, “Dinner will be served at around seven, okay?”

You nodded, tightly, “Fine.”

He watched you for a moment more, before finally slipping out of the door and allowing your facade to finally relax. You crawled onto the king sized bed, and pulled the blankets up around you - finally giving way to the tears that had been scratching the back of your eyelids since the minute you woke up this morning.

And as you lay in the bed you’d share with your husband - crying once again over the man who had your heart but didn’t deserve it - you promised yourself that this would be that last time.

That you wouldn’t cry over Jeon fucking Jungkook again.

And even though you were lying to yourself, you repeated that mantra to yourself all night. Over and over again.

Until finally you fell asleep.

And even then you dreamt of him.

The days passed through your fingers like sand. You spent more time than ever pining after Jungkook - qua though the two of you now shared a bed, nothing had changed.

During the day your husband was barely home. And even when he was he was always too busy to pay you any attention.

And at night you slept as far away from each other as possible. Most nights were spent falling asleep to the sight of the planes of his smooth back.

Jungkook wasn’t cruel. He always spoke to you kindly. He smiled whenever he saw you, and occasionally laughed at any jokes you tried to make.

But he was distant. Always held you at an arm’s length.

He never searched out your company, and you wondered if maybe that was because he knew how you felt. He knew you loved him - he knew you’d loved him for so long - and maybe he didn’t want to make matters worse.

He had never promised you love. In fact… He had almost promised you the polar opposite.

And so you spent most of your time alone.

Today was no different.

You tugged on the thread you were using to patch up one of Jungkook’s suit jackets - no doubt he’d created the tears during one of his many business meetings - and sighed heavily to yourself.

You’d seen the jacket earlier that morning, hanging in your shared closet, when you’d noticed the hole. Perhaps it was a need to make Jungkook happy, or perhaps it was boredom, but either way now you were sitting with a needle and thread, fixing it.

A knock at the door pulled you out of what you were doing.

“Come in,” You said softly, expecting Jennie to be on the other side. When the portal opened and it was actually Nayeon you stood excitedly, dropping Jungkook’s jacket and rushing over to her.

“Did you miss me?” She smiled widely as you rushed into her waiting embrace, squeezing her tightly.

“Oh my god, so much,” You pulled back and felt your eyes well up with tears, “Sorry. I’m so emotional these days.”

She grinned and ran a hand through your hair, “Nothing to apologise for.”

You led her over to the small couch that sat in the corner of your bedroom, and the two of you sat down together.

“How have you been?” She asked after a moment.

You wiped at a tear that had unceremoniously tracked down your cheek, “He barely talks to me.”

The words were not accusing, but there was sadness in them.

Nayeon frowned, “He’s acting like a real jackass.”

“No,” You shook your head vehemently, “It’s not his fault. This whole situation… It’s fucked up.”

“Still. He shouldn’t be mean.”

“He isn’t,” You insisted, “We just… He’s hardly at home as it is… And when he is the last thing he wants to do is talk to me.”

“I’m sorry Y/N,” She really did look sorry too.

You shrugged helplessly, “How many marriages in Bangtan are loveless?”

“Whatever. I just hope he’s not…” She stopped herself abruptly and clicked her tongue, “Never mind.”

You quirked a brow, “No…What were you going to say Nayeon?”

”I don’t want to upset you more,” She answered honestly, eyes shifting across your face carefully.

“There’s next to nothing at the moment that could make me feel any worse.”

It was a terrible sentiment, but it was the truth. Things seemed so bleak that you couldn’t imagine any information would cause a further rift in your already distant marriage.

“It’s just…” Nayeon tugged a hand through her hair and pursed her lips, “You know what Jungkook is like. He’s always dated lots of women at the same time. I’m just - I hope he’s ended those relationships.”

Your heart sank.

Immediately his words from earlier that month rolled across your mind.

I’m not a man of commitment.

Did that mean he didn’t want to be faithful to you? Was he warning you of his inability to keep to just one woman for the rest of his life?

You hadn’t even considered the possibility that Jungkook would cheat on you. Sure, he’d told you he might never love you… But an affair would be too much, wouldn’t it?

“I don’t - we haven’t spoken about that.” You felt your voice shake.

“I know my brother can be a bastard,” Nayeon shook her head, “But if he cheated on you… I would never forgive him.”

Her words fell on you like concrete.

Would you be able to forgive him?

In a sense, Jungkook didn’t really owe you faithfulness did he? In fact… He might have very well warned you against it.

You swallowed thickly.

“You should ask him about it,” Your best friend’s words were resolute, “If he cares for you… Even a little bit, then he’ll give you that respect.”

She was right of course.

Arranged marriage or not, he still owed you basic decency.

You nodded gently, “You’re right.” Your chest was tight as Nayeon reached over and squeezed your hand, “I will.”

Now you would just have to work up the courage to do it.

Nayeon’s words played over and over again in your mind for the following week. You had thought you were strong enough to bring it up to your husband but the truth was every time you wanted to do it, the words had slipped into the back of your throat. Just one look into Jungkook’s dark brown eyes and you had found yourself rendered helpless.

“Y/N.” Jungkook’s voice caused you to look up as you finished working on his suit jacket, “Hi.”

“Oh.” The word left you in a rush, “Sorry. I didn’t realise you would be home so early.” It was a Friday afternoon - sometime after four - and he was standing in the doorway of your bedroom, watching you the way he always did.

“What are you doing?” Your fingers faltered and you pulled the jacket up slightly, “Fixing this for you. It’s been my pet project for the last week.”

“Oh.” He mirrored your expression of surprise from earlier, taking a step towards you, “I see.” There was a beat of silence and then, “Why?” You tightened your grip on the jacket and felt your stomach roll over in anxiety.

“Why what?”

His eyes flickered, “Why are you fixing it for me?” Because I love you.

Of course you couldn't say that, so instead you opted for a shrug.

“Something to do, I suppose.”

After another long moment of watching, Jungkook smiled softly.

“Thank you,” He said, words warm, “That’s very kind of you.” You blushed at the compliment, however small it may be, and returned his smile, “It’s nothing.”

“I uh…” He cleared his throat and shook his head, “I realised that I forgot to tell you something quite important.” You cocked your head to the side, “What is it?” “Tonight. There’s a gala. One of Jimin’s things…”

You felt something akin to excitement swell inside of you. It was sad… But any reason to spend time with Jungkook was something to be celebrated.

“Right.” Your smile widened, “What time?”

“Eight pm,” He told you carefully, “And you’ll need to dress up.” “I know that don’t worry. I’ve been to Jimin’s galas before,” Your voice was slightly teasing and you almost reprimanded yourself for it.

Perhaps once upon a time you could joke with Jungkook like that, but things were different now… Weren't they? Except Jungkook didn’t seem annoyed.

He chuckled and rolled his eyes, “How could I forget? You and Nayeon love causing trouble at the expense of my poor friend Jimin.” You giggled, “We both know Nayeon is the mastermind behind any and all trouble caused,” You shrugged, “I’m a helpless bystander.” “Helpless my ass,” His lips fell into a smirk, “Just because you look like an angel doesn't mean you always act like one.”

Your heart flipped.

An angel?

Jungkook must have noticed the change in your demeanor, because he suddenly seemed awkward himself. He coughed slightly and tugged a hand through his dark hair.

“Anyway. Just uh… be ready at half seven, alright?” His face had slipped back into that infamous Bangtan mask, but you were still warm from his earlier words.

“Okay. I will.” “And uh… Will the jacket be fixed for tonight?”

You felt slightly dazed. Jacket?

“Huh?” His smile was small but he nodded towards the piece of clothing you were gripping so tightly your knuckles had turned white, “Your pet project.”

“Oh right.” You turned the jacket over in your hands and nodded, “Yes. Yeah. It’ll be ready.” “Great. I’ll have Minhyuk prepare the matching trousers for me, then.”

He smiled once more before leaving, and you realised you were holding your breath.

God.

It felt like you had been punched in the stomach.

But you sort of liked it.

“You look beautiful Y/N.” Your maid Jennie tugged the brush through your hair one last time, “The red is striking.” You ran a hand down the bodice of the dress you’d chosen to wear - something stupidly expensive and incredibly tight - and smiled at her nervously.

“Thank you.”

“Jungkook isn’t going to know what to do with himself,” She giggled and your grin widened.

The two of you had always been close, despite the gap in social status.

You didn’t care what tradition dictated, Jennie was your friend - employee or not.

“That’s what I’m hoping for,” You chuckled, biting on your bottom lip, “What time is it?” A knock at the door caused your head to turn and Jennie smirked.

“He’s right on time.” Your stomach fluttered at the thought of your husband, and when your maid moved to throw the portal open you almost fainted.

He looked… so good.

“Hi,” He smiled gently, “Are you ready?” You knew you were checking him out but you couldn’t help yourself.

The suit jacket you’d fixed for him fit him perfectly… And the trousers he was wearing only served to accentuate his perfect thighs.

“Y/N?” He cocked his head to the side and your heart twinged as a lock of hair fell precariously across his forehead.

Damn it.

Jennie pinched your arm and you realised how obvious you were being.

“Sorry,” You cleared your throat, “Yeah. I’m ready.”

You weren’t ready at all. Not to spend the rest of the evening in close quarters with the man who made you feel like a lovestruck teenager, anyway.

But what choice did you have?

Jungkook led you towards the garage, where his very expensive Porsche was parked, and when he held the door open for you, your pulse squeezed.

“Thanks,” You said, cheeks blazing.

Jungkook’s eyes flickered as he watched you climb inside, “No problem.” He answered tightly, clicking the door shut and sliding into the driver’s seat.

It wasn’t until you eased onto the main road that Jungkook spoke again.

“You look nice,” He said, his eyes meeting yours in the rearview mirror.

You turned to face him, your heart thumping uncomfortably against your ribcage, “What?”

“Oh come on don’t act like I’ve never said anything nice to you before,” He groaned, “You’ll make me feel like an asshole.”

“Oh I uh…” You blushed hotly, “Thanks. I guess.”

“You guess? Wow, way to take a compliment, Y/N.” His tone was teasing and you felt yourself falling back into the friendship you’d shared with him before the two of you had been forced into marriage.

This was the Jungkook you fell in love with.

“I just didn’t expect you to say that,” You clarified, turning to look at this side profile.

God he was so handsome, it almost hurt.

“Well it’s true,” He shrugged and shot you a small smile, “You look nice.” “Well so do you.” The words slipped out of you eagerly, “The uh… The suit jacket looks great.”

His smile grew, “It does. Thanks to you, of course. My little seamstress.”

Your heart skipped.

His little seamstress?

“Right,” You choked out, “Well. If you ever need anything fixed then just send it my way.”

“I will.”

A comfortable silence fell between the two of you but all you could think about was the fact that he’d called you his. Sure, it was in jest, and yeah maybe it wasn't the most romantic of things to say… But still.

It had to count for something.

When Jungkook pulled up in front of the same hotel Bangtan always used for social events, your heart was still fluttering wildly in your chest, but you forced yourself to remain calm.

There were paparazzi milling around the front entrance of the hotel of course, like there always were whenever Jimin organised a gala. Suddenly you felt inadequate.

You’d never been photographed before - your family was not famous enough… You were not beautiful enough for the media to give a shit.

But you knew that Jungkook was well loved by the media - not only was he Bangtan’s resident casanova - but he was also the most open of the special seven. He smiled for photos and had even occasionally bantered with the paparazzi. He dated celebrities - models, singers… Actresses. He was the media’s golden boy.

He was everyone’s golden boy.

Jungkook must have noticed your nerves because he turned to give you a soft smile.

“It’s alright Y/N. Just hold my hand and ignore them okay?”

You nodded, wordlessly, as he stepped out of the car and after a minute opened your door for you. Immediately you felt the buzz of flashbulbs, and you were almost blinded by the light. A warm hand enveloped your own and soon Jungkook was tugging you along.

You blinked against the flashing and watched your husband’s sturdy back, as he led you towards the front entrance determinedly.

“Jungkook! Jungkook! Is this your mysterious new girl?” “Jungkook! Is it true you’re married?”

“Jungkook! Smile!”

Jungkook didn’t stop for any questions and you were thankful for that, holding tightly onto his hand until he finally slipped inside the lobby of the hotel and the paparazzi was behind you. He dropped your hand and you immediately felt cold.

“Here,” He offered his arm, “This is the way Jimin’s always telling me to enter a room.” You nodded and slipped your own arm through his, ignoring the buzz that flitted through you at the contact.

God. You loved him so much.

“Was that as bad as you thought it was going to be?” He asked, eyes sympathetic as he led you over towards the ornate marble staircase.

You bit your bottom lip and sighed, “It was tough.”

“I’m sorry,” He frowned, “Really. It will get better.”

“Jungkook-ah!”

You would recognise that voice anywhere.

Jihyo.

She was coming towards the two of you, beautiful face donning a wide smile. Her eyes flickered between your linked arms for a moment, before she reached you.

“Hello Jihyo,” Jungkook nodded his head politely, “How are you?”

“I’m great Jungkookie,” The nickname caused a hot flush of anger to roll through you. You knew exactly what game she was playing, “How are you?” “I’m fine,” He turned to give you a smile, “You know my wife Y/N, don’t you?” Jihyo’s body froze at the word wife. She was Taehyung’s cousin.

Surely she had to know the two of you had gotten married.

“Yeah, yeah.” She gave you a sharp look, “Nice to see you Y/N.” But her words felt anything but nice.

Immediately you were reminded of Nayeon’s warning.

Your heart thundered against your chest.

What if Jungkook and Jihyo were….

You felt like you were going to be sick.

“Anyway Jungkook I was going to ask you if you were free next weekend,” Her smile was coy as she fluttered her eyelashes up at your husband, “It’s my birthday and-” “We have plans.”

The words surprised you as much as they did Jungkook and you’d been the one to say them.

Jihyo’s gaze flickered over to your own and she raised an angry eyebrow, “What?”

“Me and my husband have plans next weekend,” You pasted the fakest smile onto your face, “Maybe next time.”

And with that you pulled Jungkook away from Jihyo pulse roaring in your ears. You had no idea where that bout of courage had come from but just who did she think she was anyway?

Just because she’d always had everything she wanted, didn’t give her the right to act like a brat.

After a moment, Jungkook turned to give you a smirk, “What was that?” You tried to act nonchalant.

“What was what?”

“That.” His smirk grew, “Were you jealous?” You felt something hot split across your cheeks.

“I don’t want you dating other women.”

The words fell like stones between the two of you.

Jungkook stopped, his eyes raking over you. He frowned.

“I wouldn’t… I would never do that.” “You told me you weren’t a man of commitment,” You told him sincerely, feeling irrational tears crawl up your throat, “But I can’t… I won’t be able to deal with it if you have an affair.”

Jungkook’s eyes softened. He shook his head.

“I didn’t mean I would see other women Y/N.” He pressed a hand to your cheek and you wilted at his touch, “You’re my wife and I respect that. Alright?”

You nodded, eyes boring into his. You wished he would just open himself up to you.

“Okay.” You whispered, not caring that you were surrounded by people, “Thank you.” He pulled his hand away and nodded gently.

Something in his gaze flickered. Whether it was genuine affection or desire or something else entirely you weren’t sure. But it wasn’t that cold indifference he wanted you to believe.

“Let’s go. The others are waiting.”

Your heart turned as he slipped his hand into yours.

If only he could learn to love you, then maybe you really could be happy.

If only.

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