#This was from our final photoshoot night when we were just making sure we got pictures of everyone's costumes

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Photoshoot

Red Velvet - Joy x Male reader

7.3k words

TW: foot fetish, feet worshiping

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This is a continuation of Exposed addiction.

Thanks to Nether Blade for helping me with this chapter. ❤️🥰

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"Miss Bae, but he works at JTBC, and we are not sure if he has any experience in advertisement filming" says the manager, a little bit confused.

"So what? He proved to be very professional last time, what difference does it make?" she says, raising her eyebrow. "Don't you trust my opinion?"

"N-no miss Bae, I'm just-" the manager was about to share his thoughts of disagreement.

"Then it's settled!" she interrupts him, putting on her Aviators and leaving the meeting room.

**BZZ BZZ**

(Late night 11:26 p.m.)

You were watching videos on YouTube until you are interrupted by a call

Usually you don't pick up calls when you are off work, but this time you didn't even bother to check who's calling...

"H-Hello?" you answer with a sleepy voice

"Okay, good, you are not asleep, I got work for you" says Joohyun.

"Ummm, what?" you reply getting confused by the voice, but being too tired to recognize the caller, so you check the caller's ID. It's Joohyun?!?!

"J-joohyun? I mean, Miss Bae!" you spill. "Sorry, didn't recognize your voice, I'm really tired right now, I've had a very long day and I didn't get enough sleep either" you explain to her.

The events of last night are rewinding before your eyes.

"W-what kind of job are you talking about?" you ask her to try to change the subject...

"Well, just a regular filming job you will manage. Wait for my message. You can thank me later. Bye!" she spills and hangs up.

"What?" you hear nothing but you've been hung up on...

"What the fuck is wrong with that woman? First she kicked me out of the hotel room. Now she offers me a job all of a sudden?" you curse before going to bed.

The next morning you receive the message from Joohyun.

"You were approved for the job by our managers, I'm absolutely sure Sooyoung will be happy to work with you again.😏"

"Wait, what? I have to film Sooyoung?" you reply to her, not that you mind seeing Sooyoung again.

"She will send you the deets later, you owe me one, pretty boy, enjoy the shooting ;)" she replies.

You initially met Sooyoung and the Red Velvet members a long time ago, the first encounter happened when you had just started your job as a part of a filming crew for MBC, being just 19 years old back then.

Red Velvet had just debuted as a group and were invited as guests on the Weekly Idol Show, that's when you met them for the first time.

The other members probably didn't pay attention to you at all, you were just one of the assistants for the filming crew.

But Sooyoung was different, she noticed a young member of the filming crew, the clumsy guy, who was just trying his best to be helpful.

After the filming she even came up to you and said "Fighting!", which was like a breath of fresh air for you after a long day of work. Maybe she was just trying to be polite? Or maybe she pitied you?

Yet somehow you later became sort of buddies, you were someone she could talk to during work, you were her guy in the filming crew, who helped her with small requests, like messaging her about the filming, sending schedules, and sharing other relevant information. Sometimes you hang out together as a part of a group, telling your stories, sharing your experiences in life and much more.

You wouldn't call it a close relationship or anything, but you became sort of friends, to an extent.

A few years later, life becomes more successful for you. JTBC, another broadcasting channel made you an offer you could never pass on, came with a new team, new place, new crew and new position for you: a fucking filming director! They even made their own show, Idol Room, which featured old hosts, from Weekly Idol.

Right away, you became THE guy in the team, so others finally started paying attention to you. Suddenly more people wanted to hang out with you, go for drinks and attend parties together or stuff like that.

Even idols started paying more attention and trying to suck up to you for different reasons. Sooyoung was not an exception, she also asked you for professional advice here and there.

"What's wrong honey?", a voice came from your bedroom, "is everything okay?", she adds coming to the kitchen.

You hoped she wasn’t trying to become closer to you just because of the new important role you had, but that she indeed considered you an interesting person worthy to hang out with.

"Shit...This woman is fucking killing me", you say out loud.

"Well, I just got a message from Joohyun, she got me an extra job... I'm having an ad shoot for Sooyoung", you say with an annoyed face.

"Oh! You can try out a different type of shooting by taking this job and make some extra money as well. Good for you. Joohyun is so nice and generous!", she exclaimed with a smile, "She cares about people she works with so much and even helps them to get more gigs!"

If only she knew what a real bitсh Joohyun is...

"Plus, you have told me that you liked to work with Sooyoung in the past when you had just started your career as an assistant, remember?", she adds.

"Yeah, I guess'', you answer, "but it's Saturday and I wanted to spend the day with you... I should decline it", you add with sadness in your voice.

"Nah", she shakes her head, "It's fine, we can watch Netflix when you come home later today", she smiles. "I know how much you love your job and I don't wanna see you walking around with a sour face all day, feeling bad for not taking this opportunity", she comes to you and pats you on the head.

"Thank you", you simply reply to her, taking her hand and holding it for a moment.

"Okay, chop-chop then, don't wanna be late, right?", she says, clapping her hands.

"Yeah..." you reply to her, still annoyed by the fact that you have to work on a Saturday.

You get up and head to your closet, get dressed into a casual outfit: grey joggers, green loose hoodie with a zipper on top of an LA Lakers print t-shirt.

Then you head back to the kitchen, and see that your girlfriend is munching on her breakfast while watching some news.

"What are you wearing?!?! Are you going to a basketball match? Haha", she says giggling at you.

"Hey it's Saturday, my official day off. I can wear whatever I want!", you exclaim to her light tease, "And who the fuck is gonna stop me? Am I the director or what?!", you say proudly of yourself

"I was joking you little poopster", she says, slapping your thigh.

"Yeah-yeah, whatever", you reply, heading to the door.

You put your sneakers on and head out.

"I'll see you in the evening, I'll try to get home not too late", you say to her heading out.

"Hey, wait. Haven't you forgotten something?", she says, jiggling the car keys in her hand.

She throws them at you and you catch them like Lebron catches the pass from Davis to perform the slam dunk.

"Thanks", you say to her and go to your car.

**BZZ BZZ** your phone vibrates.

"Hello Mr. Foot Fetishist! 😏 I guess we are working again together! I've attached the details. See ya! 😘", was the message from Sooyoung

"Oh god, what is this nickname? Joohyun told you?", you reply to her message...

"Maybe 😋", she replies

You have kept your fetish in secret from her and other idols successfully so far and now Joohyun had to ruin this... And not just anyone, but Sooyoung? Now she’s gonna try to hide her feet from you. Great...

"Hope that nickname doesn't stick for too long though...", you murmur to yourself, while getting in your car.

Heading to the place Sooyoung mentioned in her message, you arrive in about 20 minutes. It's some 3-story building near SM Ent. headquarters.

"I guess bees don't want to get too far from their nest", you say while getting out of the car, you take off your hoodie and leave it inside.

Heading straight inside the building, you go to the 3rd floor, that's what was said in the description Sooyoung sent.

At the entrance to the studio you are stopped by some bodyguard in a suit.

"Can I help you?", he says with a disgusted face. Is it because of your outfit? Probably because you don't look like somebody who might be here for work?

"I'm a filming director from JTBC, here for a Barrel photoshoot with Park Sooyoung.

"Yeah and I'm Lebron James", he mocks you by pointing at your tee.

"Hey listen, I don't want any trouble and I think you don't want any either, right? I'm here for work", you tell him in response. Maybe it sounded like too much...

"The fuck? Asshole

"Guys where is my phone? I need to make a call, Sooyoung asked people walking around her, but then she stops when she sees you at the entrance to the studio.

You are mesmerized... She looks... Well, to say she looks like a goddess would be an understatement... Her makeup has already been done, her beautiful hair is also ready, curling over her shoulders.

She's wearing a white cropped hoodie, a short lavender sports skirt that barely covers her mouthwatering thighs and exposing to the world her long fucking legs, going down, on succulent feet she has light pink summer heels.

"I was about to call you, but unfortunately I can't seem to find my phone in this mess ", she says, pouting. So fucking cute...

Looks like no pedicure today, some toenails might look meh without any polish applied, but that's not the case for Park Sooyoung, her toenails are looking pristine and elegant in their natural color, signaling how well she looks after them.

"Oh, there you are", she comes to your direction, "He's with me", she pushes away the bodyguard.

"H-hello Miss Park", you reply, trying to be formal with her around other people even though you are sort of friends... "So um... I suppose it's a summer outfit photoshoot?"

"Yep, didn't Joohyun tell you about the job?", she asks, taking you by the hand and leading you inside the studio. A very bright place, a lot of light from the studio LED lights.

"No", you shook your head, "she didn't tell me anything about the job itself..." you add just staring at Sooyoung stunned by her beauty once again...

"Okay, we should get to work if we want to finish the whole photoshoot today, there are a lot of outfits I need to pose in", she says with a bright smile.

She then leans towards you and seductively whispers into your ear: "I hope you like it, oppa", she said, giving you goosebumps...

"This is gonna be a long day...", the only thought that crossed your mind.

"Um... Okay guys, let's start, shall we?", she asked without looking for an answer obviously.

"I can see that Miss Park is almost ready", you said, pointing to a girl going through her bags, presumably looking for her phone.

"Found it!"Sooyoung exclaimed, holding onto her phone and holding it up in the air.

"Okay, we are set to film in two settings, one is the regular white background and the other one is with the sand & beach theme", says one of her managers.

She strikes a few poses, which you capture with the camera. Everyone on set is probably appreciating her visuals. The main thing that you are captivated with though are her amazing legs, her ample thighs, strong looking calves and last but not least, her feet, those succulent toes, the arch, the ankles... Fuck...

"Sounds interesting", was your response, "okay, let's begin", you added. 

While you are usually supposed to instruct the person that is in front of the camera, Joy is a natural, the camera loves her. After all these years of knowing her, you have figured out there is not much direction to do with her, so you let her improvise.

"G-Good job Miss Park, you are such a pro", you comment a little bit nervously, getting yourself a smile in response from her. She knows you are staring.

"Okay, we will proceed with the next outfit", her manager said. Sooyoung left for a couple of minutes to the changing room.

Coming back she's wearing another lavender color outfit: long sleeve sporty top and very short shorts, once again exposing her amazing thighs to your eyes, completing the look with a baseball cap of the same lavender color, on her feet she had peach colored sneakers. Whole fit looks very beautiful.

You take a few pics in the setting with sand and a few regular pics, after that she left for the changing room once again.

"Good, next!", the manager said again.

Couple of minutes later, she comes back in a surfing outfit with black tight pants, a tight light blue top and the same peach sneakers.

"Uhh... It's too hot in here", she says waving her hands in front of her face. All of a sudden she takes off her sneakers, freeing her appetising feet from their shackles . Playfully she shows her shoes in the camera and you took a shot of that. Sooyoung giggled at you. If only you could sniff those shoes...

This girl knew exactly what she’s doing, those natural colored toenails are looking so fucking delicious, it drives you crazy. If you two were alone you'd have jumped at her to feast on each of her toes. The thought of it made you sweat even more...

To shake off  the intrusive thoughts, you tried to concentrate on taking photos of Sooyoung, while she was posing.

Moving to the setting with sand she looked like a true surfer girl, who just came to the beach and is getting prepared to ride the waves.  She sits down and plays with the sand.

You take more photos of her and they come out cute rather than sexy.

"Okay, time for the next outfit, I suppose?", you ask one of Sooyoung's managers.

Sooyoung gets up and leaves to the dressing room once again to return in a very cute blue chequered dress.

"Okay, for the last two outfits we want the beach setting", the manager says.

"Oh, so I don't need my shoes then?" Sooyoung asks the manager.

"If you don't want to, sure", the manager replies indifferently.

Glancing at you, Sooyoung smiles and elegantly takes off the heels that she wore previously at the beginning of the shooting session and then tiptoes to the beach setting.

There is something about sandy feet... Something alluring that makes you desire her feet even more...

"Wish I could see her cute little toes"...

Right that moment as if she heard you, Sooyoung lifts her left leg a little out of the sand just enough for you to be able to see her cute toes.

Those feet need to be worshipped, those toes need to be sucked, those soles need to be massaged and licked... Sooyoung looks at you and giggles once again. Can she actually read your thoughts?

You snap more pictures of her once again, while she is spinning around being playful in front of the camera.

"Okay, last outfit, Sooyoung", the manager says.

You check your watch and to your surprise you’ve already been shooting for 2 hours... It seems the time passed very quickly because of the hypnotizing beauty of Sooyoung, so you lost the sense of time.

Sooyoung heads to the changing room, as she passes you, she runs her finger down your cheek and gives you a hungry glance.

"Uhh... This girl...", you think, "What if somebody notices?!?!", it seems Sooyoung doesn't care.

It took a few minutes for her to return in another jaw-dropping outfit: yellow one-piece swimsuit that tightly hugs all of her curves, denim shorts, once again not covering her thighs and topped off with a blue cap on her head, kind of cute. Another perfect beach outfit.

She sits down in the sand, her butt is resting on her soles, which are covered in sand once again, that swimsuit almost doesn't cover her back, leaving little to your imagination, such an amazing body, and such a pretty face, the face that you have splattered with your cum just a few days ago...

Flashbacks from that incredible night are coming back to your mind making you feel fired up once again... She on her knees in front of you, her face painted with your load... Fuck...

Sooyoung looked at you with a smirk once again, as if she knew exactly what you were thinking right now. You stopped taking pictures, staring at her through the camera, you couldn't take your eyes off...

"Okay, good job everyone", her manager said,"and thank you for helping us with the shooting, sir", she addressed you.

"Uhh... Yeah, thank you guys, good job", you reply awkwardly to the manager and the whole crew, "I'll be happy to work with you next time if I have a chance", you add.

Meanwhile everyone started to pack their things, cameras, lights, screens and etc., Sooyoung gracefully stood up and headed to the changing room.

"Sooyoung we will be waiting for you in the van, to drive you home", her manager says to her heading out.

"Nah, that's okay, I have to discuss something with opp-", she stops mid sentence,"I have to discuss something with the director here", she continues.

"Y-Yeah?, you say with uncertainty, seeing her glare at you, "right, we have to discuss... Yes...", you try to come up with something, but nothing comes to your mind.

"Yeah", she glares at you, "Next shooting for Barrel, remember? I've told you that the contract includes a few photoshoots", she elbows you in the side, signalling to you to play along.

"Oh, yeah! How could I forget this? The next shooting, ha-ha", you say with an awkward laugh.

"Oh, okay, we can wait", the manager replies.

"It's fine, he'll give me a ride home, right?" Sooyoung smiles at you.

"Yeah, I will, definitely, I'll drop off Miss Park at her place, don't you worry", you try to reassure her manager with an awkward smile on your face.

"O-kay, see you on Monday then. Bye", the manager says. She bows to you and leaves the studio with other staff members.

Seeing them out you bow last time. Then you get hit by something on your back, you look at Sooyoung, she has taken off her shorts and threw them at you. That yellow one piece swimsuit barely covers her ripe peach... All of a sudden you are hungry...

"I'll be right back", she says getting into the changing room, "don't peek", she says smirking at you.

"I didn't even plan to", you reply to her. She shuts the door.

One minute later Sooyoung comes out wearing a white dress paired with white sneakers, her hair is tied back in a ponytail to reveal her cute forehead.

"Okay, let's go", she says heading for the exit. You say nothing following her while checking her from the back. In addition to her juicy thighs she has very muscular calves.

Heading to your car you keep staring at her ass and legs.

"Enjoying the view?", she says, turning around all of a sudden.

"Yes", you answered firmly without any hesitation.

"Good", she smiles, "is this your car?", she points at a red sedan.

"Yeah, get in", you say, opening the door for her.

"Oh wow, so there are still gentlemen left in this world!", she exclaims with a grin on her face. You decided to say nothing, just replying with a smile.

She gets inside your car and you close the door for her. After that, you go to the back of your car to put your camera and your bag into the trunk and then go to the driver seat.

Sooyoung has already gotten comfortable in the seat beside you and was waiting for you inside.

"So, what did you want to talk about?", you asked her when you got in, put the key in and started the engine.

"Well, I just wanted to hang out with you, you've been busy not attending any parties, so I was wondering how have you been lately? Plus, my manager would have talked about work all the way, if I had taken the ride...", she says with a weariness in her voice.

"Yeah, I've been busy working on new stuff for our channel", you point out.

"I also don't want to go home alone...", she said with sadness in her voice.

"You should've invited your friends to hang out then", you suggested.

"Yeah? Who for example? My group members?" she asked.

"Yeah, why not?", you said to her calmly

"We see each other all the time", she replied. "So, I've decided to invite you instead. Joohyun told me that you are fun to hang out with", "Joohyun told me, everything", she said, taking off her sneakers, reclining her seat and putting her bare feet on a dashboard.

"A-am I?", you replied startled by it, trying to concentrate on the road instead of her legs.

"Do you like mine?" She asked with a grin obviously meaning her succulent toes which she was wiggling on a dashboard.

"Y-yes, of course", you gave her a short reply, peeking at her feet.

"Good", she said, shifting in her seat and putting her feet into your lap, "oh yeah, that's better", she added.

Moving her feet slowly all over your lap, she provokes an already forming bulge to get even harder, making it hard to concentrate on the road.

"Sooyoung, I'm driving!", you exclaimed, not even trying to get her feet from your crotch.

"You know, I never expected you to be a feet kinda guy, but now that I think about it, there were some hints to it", she smirks, grinding her right foot on your bulge.

"R-really?", like what?"

"Well, whenever I wore some open toed heels, you were complimenting my shoes, I just thought that you actually have taste in shoes'', she replied, still rubbing your bulge through the pants.

"Sooyoung...", you groaned.

"Should I stop?", she grinded her foot on your shaft even harder.

You say nothing... Yes, it's dangerous to drive like that. But what can you do? Are you even capable of telling her to stop? Of course not, you can't tell her to stop. Even if you did, she'd not stop what she's doing.

Smirking at you she brings her left foot to your right cheek.

"So, I need an answer, should I stop?", she repeats the question with a slightly seductive tone.

"No...", you finally reply, so she continues to smother your cock with her right foot and starts caressing your face with her left foot. Next move was kinda predictable. She placed her toes on your lips, you opened your mouth welcoming a few of the toes inside.

"Ooh, Joohyun did mention that you like feet, but she didn't mention you are so freaky about it", she giggled surprised at your initiative.

Her toes tasted weird, somehow you catch some alcohol flavour, so you dare to say: "your toes taste weird"

"Did you think I'd put my shoes on without wiping the sand off it?", she asked, "I used antiseptic wipes, also why would I want to poke you when my feet are dirty, it sounds disgusting...", she continued.

"Well, I wouldn't mind, because it's you", you said, taking her toes out of your mouth and switching to kisses.

"Ewwww, you are a freak", she resented, snatching her feet from you, "why would you want to lick dirt, yikes!", she exclaims.

"Nah, it's not like that, to be honest, but if it's someone I like, I'd do that", you commented on her antics,massaging her feet with your right hand.

"Yeah, it's more like a display of affection that I'd want to worship your feet even though they might be dirty", you reply, gently massaging her left foot with your right hand, rubbing her sole with your thumb, running it along the whole length of her foot from bottom to the tip of her toes, still wet from your saliva.

"Umm, so you like me?", she asks, getting shy from your words, you can notice that her cheeks are getting a little pink.

To your disappointment Sooyoung takes her feet off your lap and sits properly in her seat, putting on her sneakers.

"Well-, you were about to answer, but you get interrupted

**You have arrived at your destination** - the voice from the navigator announced

"D-Do you want to come in?", she asks awkwardly, trying not to look at you. But why is she so awkward all of a sudden?

"S-sure", you reply with the same awkwardness in your voice.

You two get out of the car without saying a word and head inside the building, past the concierge desk, into the elevator and to her apartment on the 15th floor. Entering the apartment you are greeted by the sunlight coming from the all floor-to-ceiling windows at the side opposing the entrance door.

"Make yourself at home", she said, putting on some fluffy slippers, as went off somewhere.

"O-kay", you mumble, she probably didn't hear that anyway.

The whole apartment was dominated by light colours, bright curtains, pale walls, it's almost as if the light was radiated by the owner's aura.

You sit on a white chair next to the huge windows, through which you can see the whole city.

A minute later Sooyoung comes back with two beer bottles.

"Here, I figured you wouldn't mind something to drink", she says, sitting right next to you on another chair, she hands you one of the bottles.

"Yeah, thanks'', you reply, "the view is amazing, it's like the city is in the palm of your hand'', you continued, opening the bottle and taking a sip.

"Mhm, that's one of the reasons I chose this place, you can see each part of Seoul from here, the view calms me down", she comments.

You look at her, a gorgeous girl is sitting in front of you, drinking beer, "Yeah, it is indeed a peaceful sight to see", but obviously you were talking about her, not the view from the window.

"Can I take a picture of you? It's a very nice view, it will look good", you ask her all of a sudden, pulling out your camera, good thing that you have a habit of taking it everywhere with you.

"Sure", she puts down the bottle of beer and looks right into the camera "what should I do?", she then asks, acting if it was some other photoshoot.

"Actually, be natural, casual photos are the best, to be honest, I don't want you to be professional right now", you say while taking a photo of her.

"Okay, if you say so", she replies, relaxing in the sunlight, as it pierces her black hair curls, making her shine like the star she is.

You take photos from different angles, zoom in, zoom out. After that she gives you a grin, pointing at her feet, and you gladly take a picture of her soles.

"Do you want to kiss them, oppa?", she asks, looking at you with those sexy eyes of hers, looking at you in anticipation of what you are going to say.

You don't have to be asked twice, so you put down the camera, lean forward and place your lips on the bottom of her toes. First you kiss the toes of the left foot, going from the pinky all the way to the big toe, then on the right foot you go from the big toe to the pinky.

When you are finished you lean backwards, waiting for the next command.

"Cute, now lick my feet", Sooyoung giggles.

So you obey the same way you followed Joohyun's order the last time. You started to lick Sooyoung's feet, first the right foot from the tip of her toes to the bottom and then from the heel to the top of the left foot, savouring the salty taste of her delicious soles.

"Hihi, it tickles", Sooyoung chuckles looking at you, but she doesn't move, letting you do the job, "Now suck on my toes, oppa", she commands wiggling her toes in front of you.

You obey her once again, starting with her right foot once more, you suck on each of her toes, one by one, alternating between sucking, kissing and licking them, trying to clean every bit of her succulent toes.

After that you start licking and sucking between all five toes on her left foot while trying to envelope them in your mouth. Sooyoung's foot is definitely wider than Joohyun's, but you can't complain about that.

"Oh wow. Do you love my feet that much?", Sooyoung asks you, staring at you again with those lewd eyes of hers.

"Mmm, I guess the answer is yes'', she giggles admiring your thorough work, her toes are glistening with your saliva, those are surely clean now.

She leans forward and runs a finger down your left cheek "Such a submissive oppa, do you like it when I command you?", she asks you seductively. You nod in response.

"Get up and undress'', she said, and you don't ask why. Following her command, you take off your hoodie, t-shirt, joggers and socks. Sooyoung bit her bottom lip watching intently as you took off your garments.

Then she leaps at you and begins to touch your body, starting with the chest, she trails to your abs and starts going even lower, to the only part that remains clothed. With both of her hands she gently palms your prominent bulge up and down a couple of times, going lower to your ballsack, cupping it softly as massages your testicles.

"Mmmm, it feels so full, have you not been released for the past few days?", she asks looking right into your eyes and licking her lips, you just nod.

"Let me help you with that", she says, removing your undergarments, freeing your dick from its cover. Your cock springs out and bumps her into the face, Sooyoung bursts into a laughter because of that, which makes you laugh as well. 

"Your little friend is a quick one!", she giggles. She spits on your cock to lubricate it and proceeds to jerk you off.

Stroking your now naked shaft with her right hand at a good pace and continuing to grope your balls with the left, she extracts a moan from you indicating your pleasure. That's when she stops.

"Okay, continue oppa, you got one more foot to clean'', she says putting her right foot on the edge of the leg rest so you could have better access to it, leaning back into her seat, she closed her eyes waiting for you to proceed.

You kneel in front of her and do the same amount of worshipping to her right foot, sucking on each of her toes, leaving no dry space.

After that you grab both of her ankles and put the soles on your face. Her toes are on your cheekbones and while her soles rest on your lips. It's so soft, so divine and beautiful. It feels like time has just stopped completely. There is nothing in the world right now, it's just you and Sooyoung soles.

"Khm-khm", Sooyoung clears her throat.

"Oh, sorry, they looked so soft, so I couldn't resist to feel them on my face", you replied to her, kissing her heels

"Oh yeah?", she says, smothering your face with her feet, softly pressing them on your cheeks, "do you like that?", she asks without stopping moving her feet all over your face.

"Yes'', you reply between kisses and nibbles on her soles. Sooyoung produces a soft groan of satisfaction. After a few more seconds you go lower, her heels receive the same treatment of licking, kissing and sucking, making Sooyoung groan again.

Kissing her left ankle you go higher to her calf and to her thigh and then to her-

"S-Stop", she says all of a sudden, withdrawing away from you to sit properly in the chair .

"I didn't tell you to do that, are you impatient, oppa?", she says, her face getting red... Is she shy?

"Yes...", you reply desperately. Of course you are impatient. You want her, you want her so bad it hurts...

"I've noticed, but I'm not done playing with you", she says putting her feet in your crotch, "I think your friend wants to play too", she adds with a smirk on her gorgeous face.

She teases your shaft with her left foot, rubbing the tip between her big toe and her index toe, meanwhile massaging your balls with her right foot. It doesn't take long for you to leak pre-cum all over her toes.

"Fuck, Sooyoung...", you moan her name. She's doing a number on you.

"Lay down", she commands, throwing a cushion at you to use for your head. Then she stands up and goes to the kitchen to grab some unidentified bottle from the counter.

When she comes back you are already in a horizontal position ready for your mistress in anticipation. She sits back on the chair and pours some brown-ish liquid substance all over her soles and toes.

"Hope you don't mind honey, I don't have anything else here haha, she laughs and pours it on your cock.

She proceeds to rub it into your shaft and balls with her feet.

"Oppa is so hard for me", she says, pressing your length with her sole against your stomach. She trails it from bottom to the top with her right foot all the way through your length, while pinching your ballsack with the toes of her left foot.

As a result of Sooyoung's work you start to moan each time she completes the stroke with her foot.

"You are already leaking, haha", she giggles, rubbing your precum with her toes, griding it just between her big toe and the second toe for a brief moment and then completely stops.

"I'm also leaking because of you oppa...", she says, slipping her right hand under her dress, trailing a slightly darker wet spot on her white underwear.

"Sooyoung let me taste you", you said, starting to get up to help her with her "problem", but she held you back in place with her feet not letting you move.

Instead, she slips her hands under the dress and slips the underwear off underneath. Then she slides it to her thighs, down to her ankles and then off her legs. She grabs them and throws them away.

"Do you like the view?", she asks, rubbing her now exposed clitoris with her fingers, while playing with your shaft with both of her feet this time.

She places your cock between her soles and starts to fuck you with her soft feet, it's not slow this time, in a few seconds she has picked up a good pace, making you grunt almost every time her feet reached the bottom of your shaft.

"Fuck, Sooyoung...", you moan her name helping her motion by thrusting between her soles.

"Do you wanna cum?", she moans, fingering and rubbing herself with almost the same pace of her feet.

"Yes, fuck, I'm getting close", you grunt, increasing the speed of the footjob even more.

"Ah-h, y-yes, I'm close as well, oppa", she moans once again, also increasing the intensity of her hand work.

"Are you gonna cum, oppa?", she asks, "O-oh, yes, yes give it to me oppa, she grins at you.

"Y-yes, Sooyoung, you are gonna make me cum so hard!", you grunt in a low voice trying to resist the urge to release your pent up spunk all over her feet. Just a little bit longer, just a little bit, you don't want this to end.

"Yes, yes oppa, blow it all over my beautiful feet that you love so much", she says staring right into your eyes.

"Gonna cum all over my soles? Or maybe you want to paint my lovely toes and tops white with your creamy seed?, she asks switching from fucking you with her soles to rubbing you with her lovely toes again.

"Fuuuuuck, Sooyoung-", you moan her name out loud, being unable to say anything else.

"I guess I should decide then", she says, coming to a full stop and then gets down on the floor. She spins around so her ass is facing you. She lays down on her stomach and places her feet back on your shaft.

She resumes fucking you with her feet in a reverse footjob.

It doesn't take long for you to reach your limits, bringing you to the edge of your release. 

You grab her by the ankles and help her fuck you with her feet till you cross the line of no return.

Sooyoung's name is coming out of your mouth in a moan of pure satisfaction. The volcano has erupted.

First spur is released from the tip of your shaft with quite a high velocity and lands on her right leg, droplets going here and there from the calf down to her sole.

"Yes, yes, give me all of your cum, yes!", Sooyoung demanded, slowly stroking you with her feet.

Second blob released in a string across the whole length of her left sole that you had just cleaned with your mouth, staining her foot from the heel to the toes.

Next spur was not powerful enough to make an "explosion", but as most of the eruptions happen, your hot lava was going down your length reaching sooyoung soles, which are still gently pumping your shaft on both sides.

"Wow. Oppa, if I knew you would have such a big load stored in there I'd not let it go anywhere but inside me", Sooyoung says in a surprise.

She sits up and reaches for your cock, now pumping the remaining cum out of you with her right hand.

The last few weaker pulses of your cock released the remaining cum on her fingers, milking you completely dry.

She flips over on her back, lifting her legs a little to show you her soles covered in your white paint. Then she spreads the cum she just extracted out of you all over her toes, rubbing your load into her skin.

Doing the same with her soles and after playing enough with her feet and your cum, she brings her hand to her lips and licks remaining semen off her fingers.

"Mmm, so tasty", she says with a giggle on her face.

"I guess honey helps", you say.

You are spent, laying there on the floor you feel completely exhausted after an intense high that you just had.

But...

In a blink of an eye Sooyoung is between your legs sucking your cockhead trying to milk any cum that is remaining inside your half erected cock.

"Fuck, Sooyoung, please", you moan her name again, trying to get her off you.

But you are too weak to do anything, she ignores your plea as she’s pumping your shaft with her right hand in a tandem while bobbing her head all over your length.

This magical sudden blowjob on your sensitive cock makes you moan even louder than before.

She brings you to full erection again and with a pop she takes your penis out of her mouth.

"Shall we go for round 2?" Sooyoung asks, getting up and helping you up as well.

But right that instant you are interrupted by an intercom call.

"Oh come on, who could it be? "Sooyoung whines, heading to the door.

"Yes? Who is this?", she answers the call with an annoyed voice.

"Hey, Sooyoung-ah, it's me", you hear a very familiar voice from the intercom, but can't really recognize who it was exactly, definitely someone you know or met before.

"Oh, shit. Unnie, I totally forgot that we are having a slumber party tonight. Come in", Sooyoung replies and presses the button on the intercom, which opens the door.

"Get dressed. Quick!", she says to you slightly panicking.

You take all of your clothes and run to the bathroom to get dressed, meanwhile Sooyoung proceeds to clean herself and the floor with wet wipes she grabbed on the counter.

The bathroom is pretty big, there is a big bathtub and a separate shower, the sink countertop is filled with a lot of different skin care and makeup products. Well, that is expected for a girl like her, her face needs to be perfect all the time.

One minute later you come out from the bathroom and head back to the living room. Sooyoung and her guest are discussing something in the kitchen.

"Well, well, well. Who do we have here?", a girl with black long hair asks.

"Umm... Hello Miss Kang", you mock her a little by addressing her with her last name.

"Lol, drop this bullshit, we are not at work", she replies.

"I apologise, Miss Kang", you say and all 3 of you burst into laughter.

"Anyways, what are you doing at Sooyooung's place?", she raises her eyebrow.

All of a sudden awkward silence descended in the room...

"Uhh... Did I interrupt something?", Seulgi asked, breaking the silence.

"Not really, we were discussing some work matters", Sooyoung answers, "but we actually just finished, right?", she added, addressing you.

"Y-yeah, we just finished discussing the next photoshoot for the fashion brand Sooyoung is working now.", you replied, adding to the lies Sooyoung just said.

"Oh, right you've had the first photoshoot today, how did it go?", Seulgi asks you two.

"It went very well!", you answered, "Sooyoung did a great job, so photos came out very well", you added.

"Yeah, it was nice, but the painting is as good as the painter that works on it", Sooyoung said, winking at you.

Your phone buzzes. Incoming call your girlfriend.

"Well said Sooyoung!", Seulgi said approving her point.

**BZZ BZZ**

"My apologies ladies, I need to take this call, might be important", you say to them, heading to another room.

You go to the guest room and pick up a call.

"Hello, what's up honey?", you reply.

"Hello, we need to talk", she says.

"Sure, what's the matter?", you say curiously.

"Not over the phone", she answers.

"Oooookay?", sure. I'll be home shortly.

"Okay", was her reply and she hung up.

What the heck was that? Uhh...

You head back to the kitchen to Sooyoung and Seulgi.

"Okay ladies, I gotta go home", you said.

"Oh, that's sad, I thought you gonna stay for a little, but it's fine", Sooyung says with a disappointed voice, "Hope we can hang out again like that next time", she winks at you, obviously alluding to continuing what was left unfinished.

"Yeah, sorry, duty calls", you both head to the door.

You put your shoes on and head out. But before you leave Sooyoung stops you and gives you a peck on a cheek, absolutely throwing you off guard.

"I-I'll see you later", she says right after blushing away. And just like that from a fling Sooyoung made this much more complicated.

"Y-yeah. B-bye", you said rushing out.

"Okay that was random, I'll deal with this later", you said out loud going downstairs to your car.

So you just head home, but you are unable to get thoughts of what just happened out of your head. That kiss on your cheek from Sooyoung... What the fuck?

[goldsbitch]

Right? p8

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

epilogue - Lando's POV

summary: Y/N is a photographer for McLaren F1 team. Hard working, goal oriented professional who would never put her career in jeopardy for some stupid crush, right?

Challenge me. Make me question my past actions. Hold me on the edge, while we risk it all.

Watch me watch you walk around the paddock, as if there wasn't a bright red love bite underneath your turtleneck. One that only I know about and plan on refreshing. Knowing you have to cover those up makes me ecstatic, because I have seen you smile like a teenager while doing so.

We're our little secret, for now. It will come out eventually and we'll enter a new chapter. But for today, let me have our classified, not so modest photoshoots. Let me sneak around just to give you a little peck on the cheek. Walk just a little close to me so that our hands brush, ever so "accidentally".

The way how you're so good at passing me by, as if you hadn't woken up next to me. Like I have no idea about your birthmark little too low on your lower back. The one I'd touched in a way colleagues should not.

And I know you're having to fight smiling a little too obviously during our team meetings. Because I have to admit, sometimes I have to hide my smirk behind a coffee cup or a cough. I wonder if people noticed that you don't take official photos of me anymore.

I'm good at running around with a camera, but I think I was born to be your muse. To let you capture me in the way only lovers can. Energy and desire creeping through every frame. I trust you deeply that you won't sell my secrets - and I know you have to trust me too. Allow me to play an all-or-nothing game, while being ultimately raw with you.

I sometimes can't help my mouth from smiling at random times throughout the day, just knowing that we managed to play this game so effortlessly. Once I got you on board, it turned out you're quite good at this. I guess it's making you irresistible even more.

I think hiding it from everyone is working in our favor. Once the fan hurricane hits when the reveal day comes, we will have already spent many days of freedom. It won't be a va banque taken with a stranger. A companion, lover, muse and the capturer. I should not be looking forward to causing a scandal, right? But I do. Turns out I am bad at stopping myself when it comes to you.

I've already sunk so deep, so much at your mercy, I am unable to untangle myself. Please, promise you mean it when you said "I love you" so shyly the other night. It took me some time to admit that I do. But with you being so slick and smart, you must have already known. You're someone who does not like to be brave about this. You wouldn't have said it if deep down you were not sure about my response. And that's ok. You're the smart one, I'm the brave one. A perfect combination.

One day, you'll have to take a big risk with me. When you've finally moved on from McLaren photos and get yourself in fashion photography as you always wanted anyway. You'll have to get out of your shell and I am so here for it. But for now, we have our little secret life to enjoy.

There will come a day when we'll replace the thrill of a private affair with a strive for something serious. If it had been only my decision, I would have already shouted to the world that you are mine. Make your love bites visible and trackable to me. One day, we won't have to worry about hotel room walls being too thin. But I want you ready for the price that comes with my public company.

I'll drive us fast, maybe even recklessly, and you'll make sure we have something to remember it by.

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@i-wish-this-was-me @lqvesoph @ophcelia @noneofyourfbusinessworld @formulaal @chezmardybum @amberpanda99 @4-mula1

Short, but a proper goodbye to my first story. Thank you all for the support! Love you all.

[outsideratheart]

Christmas Miracle (Alexia Putellas x reader)

A/N: This technically is not part of my advent calendar series but you guys wanted angst and who am iIto say no. To the anons who sent requests for this, i hope you like it. I know it isn’t quite what one of you asked for but I did try to use both of them to build the fic.

2022 was a rollercoaster of emotions for both you and Alexia. You had immense success with Barcelona despite failing to complete the quadruple. Then Alexia had her injury the day before your first game with England. Whilst the summer was one you will remember for the rest of your life, it is one Alexia wished never happened. 

Off the pitch you spent endless hours at media events and photoshoots, luckily you had each to lean on when things became too much. 

It was the reason why your final appearance of the year was bearable. FC Barcelona requested that the captains of the female team attend the gala so that they can talk about how the women’s game is progressing. 

By the time the event ends both of your social batteries are drained and you are ready to go home. 

“Tonight has been the best so far” you lean back against the leather seat letting the coldness of the fabric calm you. 

“That’s because it was our first one where the world knows we are together. We didn’t have to hide our love” Alexia rests her head on your shoulder. Her fingers interlock with yours as they lay in your lap. 

There were many reasons why the night was a success but none came close the one Alexia said. The summer was a test for many reasons yet despite this your relationship with Alexia grew stronger than ever. Being in a different country when your girlfriend was going through the hardest time of her live didn’t stop you from being there for her and Alexia’s injury didn’t stop her from cheering you on from Barcelona. It was during the final when Alexia asked you if you she could tell the world about the two of you. You obviously said yes having been waiting for her to comfortable enough to do so. 

“I got to dance with the most beautiful girl in the world and everyone else had to watch on in envy” you recall the moment in your head, it was one that had never happened before. The music slowed yet you and Alexia stayed on the dance floor as you swayed to the beat. The crowd around you becomes less relevant with every verse that is played. 

“We certainly stole the show” Alexia says. 

“What’s next? We are officially on winter break. I didn’t really get an off season due to AMOS cup, I’m ready for a holiday” you ask Alexia knowing that she has been working with your manager, who just so happened to be hers, to make sure you got at least two weeks off. No photoshoots, no interviews, no distractions in the slightest. 

“I’m thinking Australia. Me, you, mum and Alba fly out on the 22nd then have an open invite for anyone to join us between Christmas and new year” Alexia used the words thinking loosely. Truth is she has been planning this for a couple of months. 

“That sounds like heaven” you dip your head slightly to kiss her temple. A smile dugs at your lips when you feel her relax into your touch. 

The two of you sit in comfortable silence as the radio plays a Spanish Christmas song that Alexia seems to know all the words to. You make a mental note to ask her about it later having never heard it before.

You are calm and still in that moment, holding the woman you love but then out the corner of your eye you can see a set of car lights getting closer and closer. You think it is going to stop but when it becomes clear that the driver has no plans to do so, you do what comes naturally. You protect Alexia. You quickly shift in your seat so that your back is against the door. Alexia doesn’t have a chance to question the movement as the car is hit. 

The force of the impact causes the car to roll but enough times that it remains upright. 

All Alexia can hear is ringing through her ears, her vision is blurred but she tries her hardest to come to her senses. She squeezes her eyes shut then focuses on her breathing. When she opens them again everything is back in focus. The sight she saw filled her with panic and struck fear within her. 

“Ale” Your voice is strained and she can only guess how much pain you must be in.

“Baby, you’re ok” Alexia words are more a form of reassurance for her than you.

She is frozen. What does she do? Does she try to move you? No, in the TV shows they say never move the person as it can cause more harm. There is a deep wound on your side no doubt from the car hitting you. She reaches one arm behind your head whilst the other one applies pressures in hope of stopping the bleeding but she feels warm liquid on her hand which is near your head. When she pulls it away her hand is covered in blood.

“Can you lean forward for me?” 

You eyes fail to focus as they stare into space but you do as she says. When you do Alexia can see a cut on the back of your head. This only fills her with more panic as she knows head injuries are very serious.

“Are you both ok?” The driver, who has managed to get out of the vehicle, asks the two of you.

“I am, I think. Y/N is hurt badly, she has cut to her side and a deep cut on the back of her head. It could be worse I don’t know. What do I do?” The panic grows tenfold as Alexia says your injuries out loud.

“Alexia are you hurt?” the driver asks.

This earns a scoff from the midfielder. How could he not see the shape you are in. Why would he ask about her and not you.

“She is hurt” it is all Alexia can bring herself to say.

“I know and I have already called 112. I have told them that Y/N is injured but they asked me about you”

This made more sense.

“I’m ok, I think” Alexia looks herself up and down and repeats her words.

“You have” you cough suddenly “a cut on your eyebrow”

If the situation wasn’t as serious Alexia would have laughed at your selflessness. Here you are, clearly in pain with god knows how many injuries yet you have taken the time to check her out.

She wants to make a clever remark but when she looks back you she see’s your eyes slowly closing, as if you cannot take no more. The pain rushing through your entire body is becoming too much to bare.

“No, No” Alexia begins crying as the severity and the possible outcome of this becomes real.

“Y/N, baby, mi amor, mi alma” She uses every nickname she have ever given you in hopes that one will register.

“I love you Alexia” It was said like a last affirmation of your love for her “If this is where my story ends then I want you to know I have loved every minute spent by your side and I wouldn’t change it for the world” a single tear runs down your cheek and Alexia is quick to wipe it away.

“Don’t cry for me baby. Focus on the good times we have had, they are ours and will stay with you until the end of time” 

Those are your last words as your body succumbs to the pain. 

The paramedics arrive not long after. As they load you into the ambulance the driver, one that the team had used and who had gotten to know you and the rest of girls well, tells Alexia that he called Jonatan and he has let the team know what happened.

The hospital waiting room is eerily quiet as multiple families wait for updates on their loved ones conditions. Alexia is sat alone in the corner, her hands stained red with your blood. The white trousers she wore are now more pink. Her mind wanders to what happened. She soon finds herself angry with you, which angers her more given the current condition you were in, you chose to put yourself in harms way to safe her. It reminds her of when you were watching some action film, the name escapes her but she remembers you saying that you would sacrifice yourself for her, you said you would take a bullet for her, she never thought for a minute that you would ever prove this to her.

She is so caught up in her own mind that she doesn’t see that she has company.

“Ale” Alba takes a seat near her sister.

The feeling of comfort that her little sister brings shocks Alexia but in that moment she has never been more grateful for her.

Words fail Alexia as every negative emotion rises to the surface. Her body racks with sobs as Alba pulls her close whilst fearing the worst.

“Is Y/N —“ Mapi cannot say the words out loud in fear of getting the answer she didn’t want to hear.

Ingrid pulls her close now knowing how her girlfriend would react if the worse were to have happened to her best friend.

“No, No. Y/N is fine. She is the strongest out of all us. Tell her Alexia” Pina all but begs.

Still, Alexia cannot bring herself to face the team. She cannot look them in eye and say that she is reason why you are in surgery, all because you made the split second decision that her life holds more value than your own.

“Alexia” Leila whispers as she crouches down in front of her friend “are you ok?” 

Again Alexia didn’t expect it. Why was she getting asked about herself when you were in much worse shape. Then it hit her, the nurses must not have told them anything about your condition, they weren’t family. At least not according the the hospital. 

“It was bad Leila. There was nothing I could do. One minute she was holding me then next thing we got hit by a car. She’s hurt Leila, there was so much blood. Her side and her head” 

The team hang on Alexia’s every word as they get told what happened. 

“She is alive, yes?” Mapi asks and for the first time since entering the hospital she has hope. 

“She’s in surgery” Alexia looks up and faces her team “she was unconscious when we got here but the doctors said she had a heartbeat” 

“That’s good Ale” Alba tries to reassure her sister. 

“No Albs, you didn’t see her. She said goodbye, like she was already giving up” 

The girls listen in shock. You had never given up on anything in your entire life, you were too stubborn to do so.

“Y/N doesn’t give up and she won’t leave, not without living her life with you. She has plans for the two of you Alexia. She has told me over and over again about how she plans on marrying you and having a family with you. How one day your children will celebrate with you both as you win games and trophies. Trust me Alexia, she has plans for the two of you and she won’t leave this earth having not done any of them” Mapi uses every ounce of positive energy she has to reassure your girlfriend knowing that you would do the same if you were in her position.

“I don’t if we will get that future maps. I know this is hard for you too, I know she is your best friend and I know that you must be just as scared as I am” Alexia stands for the first time since the team arrived. She stands so that she can embrace her in a hug.

“She’ll be ok Alexia. Our Y/N doesn’t give up without a fight. She needs us to be strong because she can’t” Mapi responds.

The team sit, pace and stand in the waiting room as the doctors work on you in the operating theatre. A hour passes before they see a man, in his late 40s, dressed in scrubs approach them.

“Are you the family of Y/N Y/L/N?” the surgeon asks and everyone nods in response.

Alexia is front and centre as she listens to him explain the surgery and what is next for you.

“I know it must be scary but the surgery went well. She had a brain bleed and some internal bleeding, both of which we were able to control rather easily but due to head trauma she is in a coma” 

Upon hearing this several girls gasp in shock whilst Alexia’s face remains stoic. 

“A coma?” she needs him to confirm what she heard was correct.

“A medically induced coma. Head traumas can be difficult to recover from. You don’t realise how much we use our brain because the tasks come so easily to us. Y/N needs to heal before she come back to you, ok?” 

“She is going to be ok though? The crash was bad, I thought I was going to lose her” 

She can tell the doctor is thinking carefully about his response. The chances of recovery were high but the truth is they won’t know how well the surgery went until you wake up.

“Your girl is a fighter Alexia” 

What she does next is unexpected. She pulls the doctor into a hug, thanking him over and over again for saving you. He of course says it part of his job and that the hard part is all on you. Visitors are allowed and he explains that due to the circumstances and with it being the holidays he will allow everyone in to see you.

“You go in first Ale” Alba hesitantly pushes Alexia towards your room.

Alexia froze at the threshold almost as if she was waiting to be let in. There you laid, unconscious, helpless and unrecognisable. If you were to ask anyone who ever met you and they would say that your eyes were unforgettable yet in this moment as your eyes remain closed Alexia tries and fails to remember what they looked like. The tube that was helping you breath causes a level of panic and fear inside Alexia that she never thought possible. 

When she plucks up the courage to enter the room she doesn’t go straight to you. Instead she chooses to stand at the foot of your bed, her mind running a hundred miles an hour as flashbacks flood her mind. 

She has seen the movies so she knows that she should talk to you and that could help but in there moment she is speechless. 

Then she sees your personal belongings on the table beside you. In the clear bag was your jewellery. Some was what you wore for the gala but what she wanted the most was your everyday Jewellery. Your necklace and the ring you always wore on your middle finger. Every since you met you had these items having been given them when your grandmother passed away. 

She proceeds to place the necklace around her neck and places your ring on her finger. The small sentiment brings her peace having it feel like part of you is with her. 

“Mi alma” she takes a seat beside you bringing your cold hand to her mouth as she places several kisses on the back of it. 

”You talked about our story ending but it is only just beginning. I have so much planned for us, you have to wake up that I can show you” Alexia wipes her nose “Please Y/N”

You don’t answer her, how could you. 

Alexia is alone with for you almost half an hour. Alba knocks gently on the door as not to scare her sister. 

“They can come in” Alexia says like she knows what her sister is about to ask. 

With that rest of the Barcelona girls enter your hotel room. Some go straight to your unconscious form, others watch from afar. 

It’s when Alexia sees Mapi frozen in the door way, much like she was, does she move from your side. 

“She saved my life Maria” Alexia confesses almost like it was a crime. 

“I know” the defender nonchalantly replies. 

“How?” 

“It something she would do. She loves you and I could tell my the way you were acting that there was something more to it than just a car accident” 

“I’m so mad at her. Is that wrong?” Alexia knows that she shouldn’t be mad that you saved her live but the cost of that it sit well with her. Should the worse happen, how could she live with herself. 

“Oh I’m mad at her too Ale. When she wakes up she will have us both to deal with” Mapi tries to lighten the mood knowing that the alternative wasn’t an option. She had to remain optimistic and plan for the future. A future in which you wake up. 

Hours pass, the moon takes place of the sun in the sky and the team get told that visiting hours are over. Unfortunately these rules applied to Alexia regardless of how hard she argues. 

“Ale” Alba grabs her sister’s shoulder “you’ll go home, get showered and get some sleep then we will come first thing in the morning”

“I can’t go home. I can’t go back to our home without her” the vulnerability of Alexia’s current state is not something Alba is used to. 

“Then we will go to mama’s and the three of us will come here together tomorrow”

And that is what happens day in and day out. The Putellas women visit in the Morning, the doctor allows Alexia to stay throughout the day and then the team visits in the afternoon. 

4 days after the accident, the doctors are happy with your progress so they take the breathing tubes out. The hope that was slowly leaving Alexia get reinstilled. 

Everyday Alexia talks to you. She tell you stories about what has been happening in the world. She shares her favourites moments that the two of you have shared over the years. Mapi brings in her iPad and talks you through the tattoo designs she has come up with, even stating which ones you should get. 

When Christmas Eve comes the energy amongst the team is down. So when Jana and Bruna suggest decorating your room for when you wake up everyone agrees it’s a good idea. 

Alexia allows it but doesn’t join in. Every year the two of you decorate your house and doing it without you feels wrong. 

“Mija, why aren’t you helping?” Eli asks as she sees her daughter sitting outside your room instead of with you. 

“I can’t do it anymore” she runs her fingers through her hair in frustration “I have tried to be positive but what if she never wakes up or worse what is she—“ 

“Ale you can’t think like that. Y/N is strong. From what you and the doctor have told me her injuries are bad which is why it is taking so long for her to heal” 

“I really love her and I don’t think I can do this without her” Alexia collapses in her mum’s arms as once again her emotions overwhelm her. 

“I know you do and I know she loves you. Your story isn’t over, this is just a story you will tell your children” Eli says. 

“I will not tell my children how their mother almost died protecting me” Alexia is quick to respond. 

She hopes to never talk about this every again. Once you wake up this can be put in the past. 

“I spoke to the doctors. They said I can stay here tonight with it being Christmas Day tomorrow. Will you and Alba come visit us?” Alexia asks her mum. 

“Of course. Who needs Australia when we can come to the best hospital in Barcelona?“ 

Her mothers joke causes Alexia to laugh maybe more so than necessary. She couldn’t believe how much had changed in just under ten days. You are suppose to be in Australia right now and instead you are fighting for your life. 

When the next morning arrives Alexia feels hopeful for the first time since the crash. It wasn’t just ‘you will be ok’ hope, it’s something different, something more powerful. 

“Merry Christmas Y/N” Alexia kisses your temple. 

“I don’t know what you have got me this year or if you even had the chance to get anything but I want you to know that the only thing I want is for you to wake up. These past ten days have been the worst in my life”.

She wipes her tears for the umpteenth time. 

“I need to see your beautiful eyes, hear your infectious laugh, I need you Y/N” 

Alexia goes to her bag to get your present. The small black velvet box which she had bought almost a year prior is held firmly in her hands. 

“I had plans Y/N” Alexia opens the box to reveal the silver band with a small diamond in the centre. 

“Alba helped me pick it out so I know you’ll like it. She misses you by the way, mum too and Nala, Ay Dios Mío she has no idea what is going on” 

“I love you with all my heart and I planned to go into 2023 with you as my fiancée” Alexia pulls the ring out of the box as she plays with the diamond. 

She then places it on your ring finger, breathing a sigh of relief when it fits perfectly. 

“You suppose to ask me first” your voice is hoarse. 

You slowly open your eyes, squinting slightly due to the brightness of the lights. It takes a few seconds to realise where you are and how you got there but then you remember. 

“The crash. Alexia, are you ok?” You reach for her face. 

“I’m ok, thanks to you. You saved me Y/N” 

You see Alexia start to get emotional. A sight that doesn’t get easier no matter how many times you see it. 

“Come here mi amor” you use all of your strength to move yourself across the bed so she can fit. 

Alexia wants to argue. She wants to tell you to be careful but she is craving your touch. So she buries herself into your side. 

“Careful. That hurts” you tell her and her hand reaches to where the wound on your side is. 

“There was so much blood. I thought I was going to lose you” Alexia has told many people this but it is much harder saying it to you. 

“Hey. We don’t have to talk about it. Let’s talk about this” you hold your hand up for the two of you to look at. 

The ring was beautiful. 

“I bought it last year when we were in Dubai. I was waiting for the right time to ask you” 

“And you thought that now, in a hospital, was the right time” you tease her. 

“I never actually asked you” Alexia rises to the teasing. 

You raise your eyebrow in response. A smirk pulls at your lips as you wait. 

“I love you Y/N. I had so much I wanted to say but I don’t want to waste anymore time. If I have learnt anything in the last few days it’s like life is short and I don’t want to spent another day without you as my fiancée. Y/N Y/L/N will you marry me?”

“I will” it was the easiest answer you have ever given. 

When Alexia shifts her weight you know what is coming. The kiss is likr something you have never experience before. The passion in it makes you emotional and when you feel Alexia’s tears on your cheek you know she must be feeling the same thing. 

“I wished for a miracle and here you are” Alexia pulls away. She lets you hugs her, hold her in your arms whilst reassuring her than you are ok. 

[yuyu1024]

Secret dating

Pairings: Scoup / cheolie × y/n

Genre/tags: Idol and non-idol dating. been friends with cheolie before becoming an idol but have secret crush to each other

Warning: (none) just something sweet and short only.

~~~ [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 2.6k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: reposting all my stories one by one again as I deleted my acct by mistake. All of the stories I will be posting is all mine.

(All of my fanfics/oneshots are also available wattpad @/shinestar1024)

Every concert you have been present. You had jumped and screamed for every hard hitting songs and then sing along and cry every now and then for every slow and ballad songs. You have been there since the beginning. You had been and will be supporting your best friend's career.

Cheolie's career together with his group soared so high that they got busier and more focused on their careers than ever. You respected it and understood it. It's normal for his job.

But then, one day, something shifted between you two.

"What's with the long face?" Ace, asks while she hands me the cup of hot chocolate drink I ordered

I smile and continued to stare outside the window of the coffee shop.

"Wow! A new endoresment for SVT." She gasps as she looks at the huge TV screen across the street. The one I'm looking at. "They've been busy..."

"Yeah, they have been."

"They had an event too right? A fanmeeting... something... and they went on a festival as the main event?"

"Yes. They did."

"And... you didn't go?"

"Yeaah, I can't." I take a sip of my drink

"That's a first. How come? You always makes time for his things..."

"I do. I want to support my best friend... but..."

"But what?"

"Things at work got hectic so I need to do somethings and..."

I can't tell Ace that I'm starting to feel something off. Not that Cheolie and I had a fight or what. It's just that, my heart feels weird lately. And I need to control it.

"The last event was weekend... so did you went out? Coz I'm sure you weren't home. I called you and it sounded like you were outside."

"I was." I press my lips together. "I was on this date thingy that my friend at work set up."

"What?" Ace got all excited. "Spill the tea! How is it?"

"Hmm... it's okay... he's seems nice and sweet."

"So... a potential second date?"

"Well..."

"C'mon! Do it! You don't have time to date because all you do for your free time is sleep or on a svt event."

It's true. That's the only life you had outside work. It looks like you are obsessed from a third person perspective but it doesn't bother you. One you are a fan and two, Cheolie is important for you.

"He actually asked me out for next friday night...I told him, I'll let him know my sched at work next week."

Ace claps and cheers for me, "finally!"

*********

After getting home, I did some cleaning in the house, especially my room and then took a nice shower. I feel refreshed and calm now. What a nice way to end my friday night after a long week of work.

I was towel drying my hair in the living room while I'm watching a kdrama on the TV, when I suddenly heard the lock on my door beeps. I panicked a little as I am not expecting anyone but then a familiar figure appears.

"What are you doing?" He asks

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?" I remove the towel on my head. "What are you doing here Cheolie?"

He's wearing all black from pants, hoodie and beanie

"It's late." I glance at the time on my phone and then saw a bunch of missed calls from him.

"How long did you shower that you missed all my calls?" He finally makes his way where I am and throws off.

"I have it on silent mode. I cleaned and showered." I explain

He sits down beside me and throws his head back.

"You look tired..."

"A little."

"Where you guys practicing today?"

"We had a photoshoot today."

"Oh... I see..."

Then his eyes darts straight at me, " oh, I see?" He repeats

"What?"

"Are you not a fan of ours now?"

"What? I am!"

"Then, why aren't you present on my last two events?"

I'm a little surprised that he noticed it. He barely had time now to meet me personally and event call me so, how did he know?

"Where were you?" He asks

"Hmm... first event... I'm at work. Overtime."

"This weekend?"

"I was on a date."

"A date?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"What do you mean why?"

"Why... like, why didn't you told me? Shouldn't I know this? And since when did you had time to meet anyone and have a boyfriend?"

"Whoa! Hold up!" I laugh, "boyfriend? No... it's just a date. My friend at work set me up to meet this guy. And, why would I tell you?"

"I am your bestfriend."

"Okay... but... you are busy... I'm sure my dating life is none on the top list of your concern." I tease

He suddenly became serious, "so you like him?"

"Hmm?"

"I am asking you, y/n. You like him?"

I scratch the back of my neck, "He's cute... and nice..."

"I asked, do you like him?"

"I don't know! I just met him once."

"Will you meet him again?"

"Ahm... maybe... Not sure yet."

"No."

"No?"

"I don't want you to meet him again."

"Why?"

"Because I said so!" He stands up, walking away and goes to my kitchen and opens the fridge to grab a water bottle.

"What's wrong with you?" I ask

"Don't." He says again after chugging the whole bottle. "Don't see that person again."

"What's wrong? Did you even know the guy I met?"

"No. But I don't care. You can't meet anyone." He throws the bottle water in the trash and comesback to sit beside me.

"You're being weird." I mumble. I throw the towel I have around my neck to the side and start to finger comb my damp dear.

We both became quiet for a while. I thought he was just focused on the show I was watching before he arrived.

"You smell different." He suddenly asks

I put my long hair to the side, still combing it with my fingers. "What does that mean?"

He pushes he's hood off, staring at me "Did you changed your shampoo?"

I scrunch my nose as I try to recall, "Not shampoo... I think it's the body lotion... My friend at work gave me one. She said she bought 2 bottles of it coz she liked the scent but I guess his husband and son didn't... so she gave me the other bottle.. then she can just finished the used one."

He then moves closers and gently reaches for my neck to smell. "It smells sweet." He mumbles. His breathe onto my skin tickled, making me jerk a little.

"It's vanilla, I think and some flower." I move a little away from him, which he notices.

"Why?" He asks

"It tickles." I run my fingers one last time through my hair. "You could've just asked me if you want to smell it. I can give you my hand..."

He smiles, "But you already touched you hair... so it will smell like your shampoo or conditioner too..."

"So does my neck! My hair touches my neck."

His smile grows. "Or maybe I just like to smell your neck."

"Weirdo." I shake my head, rolling my eyes at him.

"I missed you." He suddenly says and then proceeds to lay his whole body to me.

"Hey!" I protest. "You're heavy!"

"You're a strong woman. You can handle me."

"I'm not buff like you!" I try to push him away, with all my might but I fail. "Ugh! I give up."

"Just... let me..." he squirms more to get comfy until he reaches to the idea to actually embrace me. "I miss you..."

Crap! Why is he so clingy like this. Oh dear lord. My heart is beating out of my chest!

"Do I make you nervous?"

Should I answer him honestly? If I do, would it make things between us... awkward?

"N-no..."

"You're lying..." he nuzzles his face closer to my neck. "I can feel it..."

"Then why ask then..."

He chuckles, "you're so sassy..."

I suddenly became quiet after that. I just continued watching the show that is on right now. I just let him be. I slowly relaxed after a few more heart beats.

It's Seungcheol. It's not like a stranger is hugging me. Besides this is what he is, clingy and very affectionate. It does not mean anything.

For him.

But for me, as a weak girl, the things we used to do as young kids, now makes my heart flutter. I'm not sure if its because of him or I'm just that needy for affection since I haven't really had a boyfriend for quite awhile now.

"Cheolie... why are you here?" I ask, breaking the silence. "It's almost midnight... the members or your manager would be worried."

"I'm an adult." He mumbles, he's eyes were closed all this time. Though he's not technically sleeping coz he moves a lot.

"Of course I know that. What I meant is---"

He abruptly moves, raising his head up. We are eyes to eye. "Do you?"

"Huh?"

"Do you really know... that I am an adult?"

"What are you talking about? Of course I know. We are the same age. 27 years old."

His gaze slowly goes down from my eyes down to my lips. "When I say, I miss you.. what do you feel?" He asks

"I don't understand..."

"I said earlier... I missed you."

"I heard."

"So...?"

"Ahm... so?"

He sighs and move back away. "Y/n, you promised me to be present in every performance and event I have."

"Hey... I only missed two."

"You did. I understand. But... you didn't told me ahead of time. You couls've texted me and said, 'hey, I'll not be at this and that because this and that.' So... I will not look like a fool going around the stage, searching for you if you are in your seat."

"I ahm..."

"I always save you a seat. In case you didn't get a chance to buy your own ticket. You always text me if you got a ticket... these two times you didn't so I asked my manager to save you a seat. For those two events, I looked at that seat and you weren't there."

"Sorry..."

"I asked my manager if you arrived... and when he said no..."

"Hey... I'm sorry okay? I got busy and I didn't know that---"

"Busy? You went on a date."

"Hey. Cheolie, you are being---"

"Being what?" He snaps.

"Are we seriously will fight over a date I had? One date?"

"We will... if that date means something to you."

"W-wait. What do you mean? I'm not following where is this going..."

"It's simple."

I look at him and waited for him to say anything but he just kept looking at me. He's eyes shows a different side of Cheolie that I haven't seen before.

"I'm jealous."

What did he say?

"y/n. I am... jealous..."

But why though?

I can't speak. I'm too stunned to even react.

"It means, I like you. No, actually... not like... but.. I...love you... Y/n."

I finally blinked and breathe when I hear my wall clock strike 12 midnight.

"W-what...?"

"You heard me."

I take a deep breath, hand on my chest and look away. I think I'm experiencing a heart attack. My heart is faster than normal and I can feel my veins in head beating. Is this normal?

"Look at me..." he takes my hand and pulls me closer back to him. "Y/n, relax..."

"H-how can I relax.. y-you said..."

"I said I love you... yes..."

"H-how can you say that s-so casually... oh my gosh..."

"Because it's true... I can say it a hundred times more now just for you to believe it."

"Are you drunk? Or are you sleepy? Or... are you pranking me? Because I didn't go ... or... or..."

"Y/n... I will kiss you if you don't stop..."

And so, I stop. I tried my best to recollect my thoughts and not let my sleepy head confuse me.

Then, I look at him. He looks so cute. He looks a bit disappointed that I did stop rambling. I guess he really did want to kiss me.

I am not prepared for this situation. Yes, I am a little out of order but I am not welcoming this.

"Do you want to kiss me?"

His eyes widens. "What did you say?"

"You heard me..." I now bravely move closer. Closer to the point that I am sitting on his lap.

He eyes follows my every move, smiling. "Y/n..."

"So...?"

His takes me in, his behind my neck and pull me into THE kiss.

OUR kiss started slow, eyes looking at each other, testing the water. But when he felt that I am into it, he begins to deepen the kiss. More need and more thirst.

"I've never imagine us... kissing." I say as we both catch our breathes

"You didn't?" He tilts his head on the side, one brow arched.

"Like... duh... you are s.coups... the leader of SVT."

"So?"

"So? Hello... look at me and then you."

He smiles and kisses me on my cheek. "You are Y/n....my y/n.... without you... there is no me... remember that."

I can feel my cheeks burning. I try to hide it by looking away

"Hey..." he cups my face and asks me to look back. "Don't hide... I haven't seen you this long for quite some time... let me see your face..."

"You're busy... you guys are rocking it lately..."

"Yeah... we are.. " he smiles.

I look down at my knotted fingers, "so... we kissed.. "

"We did." He kisses me on my cheek again. "Are you going to ask me what will be our relationship after the kiss?"

I nod.

"Simple. You are mine and I am yours now. Exclusively...." he bites his lowerlip, trying to supress his smile.

I snort a laugh.

"What's funny?"

"Nothing... it's just that..." I look at his pouting face. "I just can't believe this...us... we've been friends for a long time and... now... we're making out. On my couch. In my apartment. And at midnight. "

"Why not?"

"Well...." then my phone dings.

I bet it's either his manager or one of his members.

"Look... Joshua texted me... they are looking for you... you didn't told them that you're coming here?"

"I told no one."

"You sneaked out?!?!" I slap him on his chest lightly, "Cheolie! You will be in trouble!"

"So?"

"What you mean so? Your career. What if a fan saw you or anyone from the news?"

"So, my career is important than us? Like... hello we are discussing our relationship!"

And we are back to our bickering relationship. We always do this. But we're not actually fighting, this is just how we talk. We nag each other.

"Cheolie..." I get up and try to pull him off my couch. "Go... I don't want you to get in trouble." I try my very might to pull him but he's strong. "Get up!"

"Let me sleep over."

"No!"

"Why not? I always do... when I visit you."

"Well... this time its different." I let his hand go and sit on the chair across him.

"Don't worry, Y/N... I will not do anything..." he smiles, reassuring me.

"Okay... but atleast inform your members and manager..." he nods "and sleep in the couch...."

"Okay." He smiles and then spreads both his arms wide open. "A kiss and a hug before you grab me a pillow and blanket."

"Fine." I kiss and hug him tightly before I went into my room to grab pillows and blanket for him.

"I love you." He whispers as I walk back out.

Its a whisper. But I heard it. And my heart felt it.

"I... love you too." I answer

[jaegersmae]

Stargazing - Eren Jaeger

Chapter One: Here Comes the Sun

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Series Summary: After you get dragged to a concert following a crazy night of events you somehow end up becoming the new photographer for an upcoming band, where you end up reconnecting with an old friend Eren Jaeger, and are welcomed into the band's inner circle.

Chapter Summary: After a strange encounter with two strangers you're dragged to a concert and are strangely reconnected with old friends.

After snoozing your alarm for the past hour you finally wake up to the loud sound of your door being slammed open and the voice of someone you know all too well.

"Wake up already! I'm so tired of hearing your alarms go off." Historia screams to you as she paces down to the side of your bed to your blackout curtains. "No wonder you're still sleeping, these curtains never let in any light." Just as you were about to scream at her to not open the blinds she swiftly opened both curtains in one action allowing the light to seep in throughout the room.

"Was that really necessary, Hisu?" you say as you reach over to one of your pillows to cover your face from the blinding morning light.

"It was the only way that would have woken you up in time for your photoshoot."

Just as those words left Historia's mouth you rapidly reached for your phone checking the time in a panic. "Fuck, fuck I'm gonna be so late," you shouted rushing out of bed and scattering across your room to try and get ready in less than 10 minutes. "Thanks, Hisu I completely forgot I had that shoot scheduled today."

"Yeah no problem, I kinda figured that's why I came in to make sure you were up. If you want I can drive you. I don’t have to go into work till later today and then I have to get ready for tonight. Will you be ready on time?"

"Tonight? What's going on tonight?" You're rummaging through your closet looking for the jean skirt you planned on wearing the night before. "There's no way you forgot." She laughed walking to the kitchen to have a cup of coffee ready for you when you walk out.

"Shit. I forgot the concert was tonight. I still haven’t fully agreed to go along with you!" You shouted while doing the finishing touches of your appearance. You decided to wear a denim mini skirt, a white lace tank top, Doc Marten leather platforms, rings scattered across your fingers, and the dragonfly necklaces you've had longer than you can remember.

While walking down the hall to leave the apartment you were struggling to put your earring in without the help of a mirror. The apartment Historia and you share is a penthouse in West Village that Historia's dad pays for, for the both of you. It was always spotless and well-decorated due to Historia's love for interior design.

"Here's your coffee with milk just like how you like it!" she said with the sweetest smile. "Thank you so much babe, what would I do without you!" Historia put her finger to her cheek as if she was thinking very hard about what you had just asked her. "Hmm probably living on the street begging for money on the side of some random gas station."

You spit out what was in your mouth laughing from the lack of sarcasm in her voice. "You are so lucky you didn't get any coffee on our clothes!" She exclaimed while reaching for paper towels to clean up the mess you made.

"You're not wrong though, I probably would've resorted to living in my car after we graduated!" And she really wasn't wrong. Historia has been your best friend since the first day of college. You both got assigned to be roommates during your freshman year at NYU and you both have been inseparable ever since. You wish you couldn't remember your life before meeting Historia. She's the most amazing person you know which is surprising for most people to hear considering how rich and spoiled she is. Her dad is the CEO of a law firm in the city and has a hard time saying no to any of his daughters' requests. Despite being more than well off she's one of the most humble and down-to-earth people you've ever met.

"Anyways, you said you were gonna drive me?" You say to her blinking your lashes and with the sweetest smile she can't refuse. "Yes, yes let's get going." She said reaching for her purse and coat. "Yay! I love you so much!"

You ran toward the front door where you always kept your camera bag and equipment. You have always loved photography and cameras, even when you were a little girl you would always be running around with a mini camera in hand. You loved the idea of being able to make a moment last forever through pictures so much so that you decided to try and make a career out of it.

As you're gathering your stuff you throw on a cardigan from the coat hanger and walk out the door. Historia shouts from halfway down the hall, "Race you down!" 

"Hey, that's not fair!" You sprint down the hall hoping to catch the elevator in time before it closes with Hisu on the other side of the door. Thankfully you were able to slip your foot in the elevator while it was closing forcing the door to open for you. 

Out of breath and already sweating due to that being the most physically active thing you’ve done all month. "I can't with you sometimes." She had the most guilty face and burst out laughing from seeing how out of breath you were. "Let's get you to your shoot already!" 

After making it to the car it took about a minute of driving around before Historia realized she had no idea where she was going. "Wait a second, where am I even supposed to go?"

"Oh yeah! My bad. To Central Park please."

"What was your shoot for anyways?" she said questioning why you would need to be at Central Park so early in the morning. 

"Some lady from the Upper East Side hired me to take pictures of her dog for its first birthday." You said while going through your gear on your lap to double-check that you had everything you needed for today.

She glanced over to you "Wait you're taking pictures of a dog?" She let out a laugh not believing what you were saying.

"Yeah..."

"Y/n! You literally have a college degree, you can do so much better."

"Okay well, I didn't expect the need for photographers to be so low. At least it's something!" defending yourself because in reality after you graduated in May this is the second time you've been hired for something in five months. The first was taking pictures of different types of fertilizer for a flower shop. "Plus you know how these Upper East Side people are, they would waste no expense for these kinds of things!"

"That is true. They love their pets more than their children sometimes. How much are you getting paid for it?" 

"About $200 an hour." Historia nearly drove into another car once those words left your mouth. "All of that for their dog?!" She sounded so shocked at how well you were being paid. You had braced your hand onto the door from the sudden motion of the car swerving to the left, "Hands on the wheel! I would like to not die today!"

"Sorry! That is so much considering this is all for a dog's birthday! Maybe I should've become a photographer instead." Her mouth was still slightly open from the shock of how much you're getting paid and from nearly driving into oncoming traffic. "Trust me you don't. You get paid so much for being a realtor! Plus you already have a handful of clients hiring you and this is only my second job." you said with a little frustration in your voice. You thought by now you would have had dozens of job offers and achieved your dream of working for National Geographic, but life had very different plans for you.

Thankfully from that point on to when you made it to Central Park, there were no more close calls with Historia’s driving. You finally arrived and double-checked the time to ensure you weren't running late. "It's 8:50, 10 minutes early to the shoot. Thank you so much for the ride" you said, getting out of Historia's luxurious vehicle. 

"Are you gonna need a ride back home once you're done?" she questioned while helping you get your bag from the floor where you were previously sitting. "No I'm good, I was just gonna walk back or take the subway. So you have all day to get ready for tonight!"

"You already know I'm going to look my best! I might meet my soulmate tonight so I'm gonna need a good meet cute story to tell our kids." Her pinks flushed pink from the thought.

🎵: [start playing Here Comes The Sun by The Beatles]

You couldn't help but laugh at how adorable she was being, "Have fun with that I'm gonna start going now." You shut her door close as she was getting ready to drive off "I love you let me know if you need anything!" You smiled at her "Love you too!" and off she drove after dropping you off on the south side of the park where the shoot was. Since you still had time to spare you decided to walk a bit slowly to the meeting point by the Gapstow Bridge. 

You begin to admire how beautiful Central Park looks during the changing season. Fall has always been one of your favorite seasons because of the falling leaves and colder weather. As you were walking you pulled out your camera and began to take some pictures of the flora and wildlife surrounding you. As you were walking a few dragonflies began surrounding you as if they were joining you along your walk. You couldn't help but smile and take a few pictures of how beautiful they were.

As you made your way closer to the bridge you saw a woman holding balloons who looked to be in her 30s standing under a tree, next to her was the cutest dog sitting looking up at the trees. You assumed this was the person you would be shooting for and approached her with a warm smile.

"Hi, I'm Y/n! Are you Mrs. Waldorf?"

"Yes, I am. And you're late." She said coldly. You reached for your phone to realize the time was now 9:01. You cursed yourself out in your head for deciding to take your sweet ass time in walking over here. "I'm so sorry I didn't realize how much time had passed when I was walking over here," you said in defense.

"Yeah, whatever, let's just get started. I had the idea of just having him be in nature, maybe surrounded by leaves or running around." She continued saying ideas but you couldn't help but get distracted because her dog began biting his own foot. "So did you get all that?" she said while crossing her arms, which sent chills down your spine. "Yes I did!" you lied. You kneeled down to get level with the dog, which was a very fluffy long-haired golden retriever. You reached for his collar to see the name tag with the name Prince engraved into it. "Nice to meet you!" you said, causing Prince to immediately perk up and start wagging his tail like crazy.

"Okay let's get started" You began setting everything up by placing a picnic blanket over some fallen leaves with the balloons that spelled Prince in the back. Can't forget the most important part which is a cute little birthday hat to place on Prince's head. The rest of the shoot went smoothly, besides the occasional scoffs of Mrs. Waldorf whenever Prince would get distracted by a falling leaf or dragonfly flying by.  You were able to get lots of great shots that satisfied Mrs. Waldorf and by the end of it, three hours had gone by. 

"These pictures came out way better than I would have imagined!" she exclaimed as you were flipping through the pictures on your camera. "Thank you so much! I will edit them and email them to you sometime in the next week." Prince was still running around, even after three hours of being posed he did not have any less bit energy. "Sounds perfect. I'm gonna have to come back to you next year when he turns two!" You both laughed, said your goodbyes, and went your separate ways. 

You decided to take the long way back and hop on a subway to get back home, but first, you wanted to walk around the park for a bit more. Living in a big city felt suffocating sometimes but walking around Central Park was always an escape for you and reminded you back of home. More people started crowding into the park compared to when you first got here. After walking around a bit you started walking out of the park with the goal of finding a coffee shop for your second cup of coffee for the day. After getting your cup of coffee you decided to sit outside and wait around for a while since the sun was now coming out. The warmth of the sun on you during a cold day always makes you feel better. 

As you were sitting all of a sudden two guys wearing sunglasses and hoods over their heads ran quickly from around the corner down the street and into the coffee shop you were sitting outside of. They looked very frantic and in a panic as if they were looking for a place to hide. Seconds later a third man came from around the corner, who was holding a camera and was looking around the street and into windows. He approached you and asked, "Did you see two tall guys walking around here?" You have no idea what is going on or if something illegal had just taken place but you instinctively pointed in the opposite direction of the coffee shop towards a hotel and said you saw two guys running away into there. The guy with the camera held it higher to his face and walked into the hotel with a smile across his face. 

You didn't understand why you felt the need to lie in order to protect the whereabouts of two strangers. But anyway, you continued scrolling through Pinterest on your phone while enjoying your coffee. The hooded strangers cautiously made their way out of the coffee shop and walked very slowly toward your direction. You were close enough to overhear their conversation with one another. 

"You think he's gone?" said the one wearing a gray hoodie. The other wearing a black hoodie responded "I think so... should we still run away?" You couldn't help but giggle at how ridiculous this whole situation was.

"If you both are talking about the guy with a camera he ran into that hotel," you said while pointing in the same direction. Immediately as you spoke both of the boys jumped and awkwardly stood there looking at each other. "Oh, now I feel like an idiot." chuckled the one wearing a black hoodie. They both started taking off their sunglasses and hoods once they realized the coast was clear. The one wearing black appeared to be around 6'3, had light brown hair cut into a mullet, and a strong build. The other wearing gray looked slightly shorter than the other and had gray short hair. Both of them were very attractive, to say the least. 

The one wearing gray made his way closer to you, picked up your hand, and bowed in front of you while kissing the back of your palm. "Thank you gorgeous, it would not have been fun if that guy had taken a picture of us." 

"Are you guys some kind of criminals?" you responded.

"No we're something better," he smirked while still holding your hand. "Okay that's enough Connie, let's get going before Armin murders us." said the guy with the mullet pulling the other away from you. "Hopefully we meet again gorgeous." They both made their way back down to where they came from leaving you alone sitting outside the coffee shop. You were left partially confused but not against whatever the fuck just happened. 

You eventually made your way back to your apartment and decided to watch La La Land and take a nap for the rest of the day once the movie finished. In the time you were sleeping, Historia came back home from work and was excited for tonight. "How is it possible for you to sleep this much?"  Deja vu. Historia once again woke you up for the second time today. You were still bundled up on the couch and started stretching as you were gaining consciousness. "Why don't you ever let me sleep woman?" 

"Because you're coming to that concert to me..." she said in her sweetest voice to make you feel more inclined to go out with her. "You're coming with me, so get your butt up and start getting ready." 

"Do I have to go with you? I can just sleep in for the rest of the night," you said sitting up on the couch with the blanket wrapped over your head. Historia paused from taking her jewelry off and walked from the hallway she was standing in to in front of you. "Yes!! You have to come with me, c'mon it'll be fun. You can even bring your camera, maybe they'll let you backstage to take pictures and I get to meet the band." 

"Hmm, I can use those pictures in my portfolio," you said, finally contemplating getting up and starting to get ready. "Exactly, so you'll come with me?" she responded smiling hoping for the response she wanted. "Fine, I will. But you're taking me out to breakfast tomorrow," you said exaggerating your second sentence. "It's a deal then!" she said and walked with a bounce in her step back towards her room to get ready. You finally got up with the blanket still wrapped around you, made your way down the hallway and stood in the doorway of Historia's room as she was rummaging through her closet for an outfit for tonight. 

"Who is this band anyways, are they famous?" you question. "They're called The Titans and are kind of new so not a lot of people know about them, but they're music is really good. This is actually their first ever real concert so the venue’s not gonna be the biggest so wear something short so you don't get all sweaty." Hisu said while holding different tops up in the air deciding whether or not she was gonna wear them. "So how did you find out about them?" you said while leaning more into the door frame. "I saw a video of their lead guitarist on Instagram and thought she was hot, so I followed them. But turns out their music is actually good and now we're here. Now enough of the questions and go get ready, we're leaving in an hour to make it there by 8." she said finally finding the perfect outfit. "Okay okay I'm going," you said, finally making your way to your room to get ready as quickly as possible. 

You decided to wear a black mini dress, sheer black tights, your Doc Martens again, a leather jacket for when you're outside, as well as your hair down with your favorite rings and necklaces. You decided to grab your black shoulder bag which was big enough to hide your camera inside of it. You walked out of your room to the sight of Historia ready for tonight. "You look so beautiful!" You said making her smile up from her phone doing a twirl while you hyped her up. "How many letters in Historia? ATE." She was wearing a light pink mini skirt and matching top with a long-sleeved lace top with strings that tied in the front. "Look at you! You are literally gorgeous!" she said hyping you up too. But her saying gorgeous immediately reminded you of the two hot strangers you met earlier that day. 

"Okay let's take pictures and shots before we leave because I have no idea if there are drinks where we're going," Historia said while grabbing your hand and walking out of the hallway into the kitchen. You both drank a little and started gathering your things to head out the door. You guys finally made it to the venue after taking the subway.

You both were walking down the street to where the venue was and were in shock from how long the line was outside. There were probably around 400 people waiting to get inside. "I thought you said the band wasn't that well known?" you said to Historia while you both were walking to the very end of the line. "They aren't! But I know they're becoming more popular. I just didn't think that many people would be here."

Eventually, 30 minutes had passed and you hadn't even made it halfway through the line. You both started getting cold from waiting outside for so long. "You think there's another entrance we could maybe sneak into?" you wondered out loud. "Maybe. But there's no way of knowing. You can go check while I wait in line so we don't lose our spot. Just come back if there is another entrance." Hisu said, looking around to see how much further the front entrance was. "Yes, of course, I'll be right back."

You walked around the side of the building and stumbled upon an alleyway that looked very sketchy but promising. Fuck it. You cautiously made your way down the alley. You abruptly heard the sound of dogs barking which made you flinch and question if getting kidnapped was worth all this. You decided it wasn't and planned on turning around to go back to Historia to deliver the bad news. As you were turning the corner out of the alley you bumped into somebody causing you both to jump backwards and scream. Your scream causes the person you bumped into to fall to the ground.

"Get away from me!" you screamed while reaching into your bag looking for pepper spray. "Stop, stop! I'm just trying to get inside. I'm not a serial killer! he shouted, holding his hands up and surrendering. You looked up at him and noticed the shirt he was wearing said "The Titans" which caused you to relax a little bit knowing he was just a fanboy. You still had your guard up but just put your pepper spray away. "Oh my god you scared the shit out of me" you sighed. 

He picked himself off the floor and started readjusting his clothes. "Imagine how I felt you almost pepper sprayed me." The man who stood in front of you had red hair that was cut into the weirdest hairstyle. It looked like he had a donut on his head. "Sorry about that, at least I didn't" you laughed. "I'm here for the concert too. I was just looking for a different way to get in." 

"How did you know I was here for the concert?" he responded with his eyes widening in fear. "Your shirt...?" you said with a questioning tone in your voice. "Oh," he said laughing, holding his hand to his heart. "Yeah I am here for that I was just going in through the back entrance." 

That piqued your interest. "So there is another way to get in?" you smiled hopefully to charm him into showing you the other entrance. "Yeah, there is. Want to just walk in with me?" That was way easier than you thought. "Yeah, sure! Wait, can you wait here while I go grab my friend?" you exclaimed before walking further down the alley. "Go ahead, but come back fast I wanna make it inside already," he said leaning against the wall. "Okay, I will! Don't go anywhere!" you started running back to where Historia is.

"Historia! you stood on your toes looking for blonde hair hoping to find her. After walking down the line twice you felt an arm grab you. "There you are, I've been looking for you everywhere!" you finally found her, well more like she found you. "Were you able to find another way in?" she wondered looking up to you. "Yeah I did come on there's some guy who said he knows another way in," you said grabbing her hand and walking down to where the alleyway is. "Huh?! You're trusting the words of some random guy?" she said in disbelief. "Well, when you say it like that it sounds so bad! He seems trustworthy! Plus he's our only way of getting in faster." you said in defense. "I'm trusting you on this."

As you approached the alley you saw the guy you left behind still leaning up against the wall. "Thanks for waiting up for us," you said, making your way closer with Historia right behind you. "I was worried you guys had split on me." he laughed. "I'm Floch by the way." 

"Nice to meet you." you jokingly curtseyed. "I'm Y/n and this is Historia," you said pointing at her.  "Okay awesome the door is right at the end of the alley and it's normally unlocked," he said while making his way deeper into the alley. You both followed and Historia squeezed your hand a little tighter. "What if he ends up murdering both of us?" she whispered into your ear. "There's no way, he told me he's not a serial killer." you teased her.  

"So..." Historia started to question Floch. "How do you know about this entrance anyway?" He slightly turned his head in your guy's direction but still walked forward. "I go to concerts at this venue a lot so I've learned how to skip the line. I also have been stalking the band for weeks and sent the leader an email about this venue hoping they would eventually book it." he rambled. You and Historia exchanged a knowing look wondering if you should burst out laughing or run like hell in the opposite direction. Luckily Historia was able to hold it together "That sounds nice." she awkwardly laughed. 

"Here we are!" Floch said happily. He reached for the door and was able to open it with ease. "Thank god. I always get so nervous one of these times the door won't open" he sighed in relief. As you all walked in it looked like the door led straight into backstage. There were people wearing all black and mics strapped to them running around everywhere and a group of girls standing in a circle which you assumed were groupies. Floch turned to you and Historia "Okay have fun ladies! Don't snitch about this entrance, please." he begged. "Thanks for letting us in!" you said. "Yeah, thanks! Have fun tonight!" Historia said waving bye to him. He waved bye and made his way to the group of girls and said something that made them all shriek and laugh in excitement. "Looks like he's a groupie too." Historia laughed at the sight in front of you both.

"I'm so happy we made it in! I couldn't have stood out there any longer." Historia said in relief, throwing her head to the side. "This is so much cooler than I thought." You said while looking around at the busy atmosphere that was surrounding you. "The concert starts in 20 minutes, let's go and see if we can get the front row!" Historia said excitedly while grabbing your arm. "I'll meet you there. I wanna see if I can take some pictures backstage," you said, pulling out the camera from your bag. "Oh that's true, I forgot that's why you came. I'll go find us a spot, call me if you need help finding me," she said slowly walking towards where the crowd was. "Okay, I will! See you in a bit." you smiled as she walked off.

You turned on your camera and started taking a few pictures of anything you found interesting. You got pictures of the instruments, people running around, and you even peeked your head where the audience was and got a few pictures of the crowd. You were happy with what you got and started making your way towards where Historia was while looking down at your camera. Since you weren't paying attention to where you were going you ended up bumping into someone. For the second time tonight. It felt like you walked into a wall and fell backwards dropping your camera in the process. 

"Oh my god," you said at the sight of your camera broken on the floor. "I'm so sorry! I had no idea I was gonna walk into you, I wasn't paying attention," said the guy who knocked you down. His voice sounded very familiar. He reached for your arms and pulled you up to your feet in one swift motion. You heard him speaking but his words weren't registering since you couldn't take your eyes off your broken camera. The camera your mom bought you many years ago was one of your most prized possessions, and there it was in multiple pieces lying on the floor. "Wait, aren't you the girl from the coffee shop?" That snapped you back into reality. You looked at the man who you got knocked into and it was the guy with the mullet from earlier that day. "You were the one running away with a hood on," you finally spoke. 

"What are the chances of that happening? Connie is going to be so excited to see you," he said, releasing your arms and standing up straighter. His height was very intimidating. "Connie?" you questioned. "The other guy I was with. Wait, what are you doing here? Did you know who we were when we met at the coffee shop?" he said, questioning you. "What does that even mean?" you laughed. "I'm here with my friend, we're here for the concert. What are you doing here?" you questioned him back. All he did was laugh. "I'm here for the concert too," he said amusingly. You didn't understand what was so funny but you had bigger things to worry about. You looked back at your broken camera and said "You're definitely gonna pay for my new camera." You were being dead serious. "Yes of course! I'm so sorry. I will make it up to you. I'll give you my number and we'll work something out," he said in the most heartfelt voice. Wasting no time you pulled out your phone and unlocked it so the mullet man could put his number in. "My name's Jean if you didn't know," he said in the same tone as before. "How would I have known that?" you said a little harshly. "Oh right." he laughed while giving your phone back. You felt like you were missing the point of something.

"Gorgeous?! I knew we would meet again!" you heard someone yell from behind Jean. It was Connie and he was running in your direction. You saw the silhouette of someone else behind him but were too focused on Connie to see the face of the person behind him. "Here we go again," Jean said while rolling his eyes. Connie shoved Jean out of the way so he could be face-to-face with you and placed your hands in his. "I have missed you so much, never leave again," Connie said while sounding genuinely sad. You couldn't believe how attached he had become after only one encounter with him. "I've missed you too," you couldn't help but laugh and play along with him.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the person behind Connie make their way closer to you. You broke eye contact with Connie and looked at them. Your heart dropped.

"Y/n?"

[theladybarnes]

CHERRY BOMB: CHAPTER ONE

“One summer can change everything.”

▸ summary: summer’s here and it’s time to have some fun ▸ characters: steve harrington, jonathan byers, nancy wheeler & billy hargrove ▸ word count: 7.8k         ▸ warnings: SMUT (18+MINORS DNI) p&v smut, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, angst, and fluff ▸ series masterlist

“All right Henderson. I can sneak you in..just as long as you remember to vote for me once you get inside. I am looking to win tonight.”

 “Tina, we may have had a few bumps in the road this year, but I promise you, you’ll get that crown.”

 The sound of your friend’s giggling tickled your ear through the receiver. Luck was truly on your side today. Not only were you able to make it to the shops before they closed, thus picking out the perfect outfit, but you managed to get into contact with Tina before she left her house. 

 “Perfect! I’ll be at the south entrance of the gym at eight sharp. They’ll read the votes about ten minutes after that.”

 “I’ll be there. Thanks again for helping me.”

 “Of course, what are friends for?”

  FRIDAY NIGHT, MAY 31st 1985

 The majority of the day was spent holed up in the Byers house. Getting ready away from the curious eyes of your cousin who might slip up and reveal the surprise you had planned. Ironically, it wasn’t the only surprise you’d end up giving when Joyce and Will caught you coming out of Jonathan's room in full makeup and gown. But after an impromptu prom style photoshoot with shy Will, and a quick check over with Joyce, you were off to the school.

 “You sure you’ll be okay for me to take off?”

 “Cinderella never had her fairy godmother stick around at her ball, Creep.” you teased, unbuckling your seatbelt. “Besides,” reaching for your small clutch you pull out a twenty, leaning over to stuff it into Jonathan’s hands. “It’s Friday night and you still have a few hours to take our sweet Nancy out for ice cream.”

 A blush spread over Jonathan’s cheeks and he attempted to give back the money, making you slap at his hand. “Cool it with the pride, Byers.” you argued, “It’s the money for the gas you spent driving me around today.”

 He looked like he wanted to argue about that, but one sharp look at him had him stuffing the money back in his pocket. “Wait,” he snorted, “when did Nancy become our Nancy?”

 “It became that when we finally got around to being friends.” you shrugged, checking the time on the dashboard clock. “If it makes you feel any better, to Nancy and I, you're our Jonathan.” You glanced back at your friend, noting the small smile that he was fighting to stop from coming out. “Okay, Creep. How do I look?”

 He shifted in his seat, giving you a look over before a small genuine smile took over. “I think you look beautiful. And, if Steve doesn’t appreciate all this then he’s an idiot.”

 Now it’s your turn to stop the smile from coming over your face. “Good, I’ll be sure to let him know that if he says otherwise.” Leaning over, you wrapped your arms around Jonathan, murmuring another thank you before you exited the car. 

 The south entrance of the gym was thankfully empty, and you quickly adjusted the strap of your dress as you waited for the door to open up. Just when you thought you were going to be screwed over, the loud press of the latch alerted you quickly, making you step closer. 

 Tina, who decided to change her dark locks into sunny blonde, poked her head out. 

 “I’m here!” she grinned, opening the door fully. Her bright blue dress shined against the moonlight and you had to acknowledge that while she most likely bought it from one of the outlet malls here, she did pull it off well. 

 “You look amazing!” you commented. “Definitely a winner in my eyes.” She twirled in spot, swishing her dress around before she waved at you to come over.

 “That’s good, but only if we hurry up can I get that win!” she urged. Not wanting to waste time, you followed her in. The music began to perk up louder in your ears as you followed Tina’s direction. The hue of red lights slowly came into vision and you softly gasped at the sight of the gym. It was actually a pretty cool looking prom. Something you’d always wonder about back home. With funding in your old school, most proms were held in hotels or banquet halls. But here in Hawkins, it still held onto that small town money and held theirs in the school’s gym.

 “Okay, so here’s your ballot.” Tina sang, reaching over for a piece of cardstock on the table. “The ballot box is down there and after that, you should probably head towards the stage. He’ll be asked to be near there as we wait for announcements. All the nominees are.” she winked before dashing off to join her date. 

 It gave the nerves you had been pushing down, a chance to come back. Shaking your head, you quickly reached for one of the pens on the table, checking off Tina’s name. The familiar name of the boy you were here for was noticeably at the section under ‘King’. 

 As stated, ten minutes after you voted, the lights dimmed to the stage and the music quickly faded out as man stepped away from the small booth connected to the speakers. “How is everyone doing tonight?!” called out the DJ, lowering the music down to clear sound for the announcement. “Class of eighty-five, are you guys ready to find out who your King and Queen are?!”

 The students around the gym erupted into a polite applause. Some even whistled. Your eyes scanned over the gym, looking for the familiar head of hair that usually called out to you like a beacon. 

 Down the line you spot him. He’s near the stage, far off enough that he could lean against the wall, looking over at the stage mournfully. The sight of him in a tux tugged at your heart and you’re worried others might notice the goofy look on your face as you stared over at him. He looked handsome, even in just the plain black suit with a black bow around his neck.

 “We’re pleased to announce that the voting is done and the results are in!” Continued the DJ after a few minutes. 

 “Let’s start out with ladies first, eh? For Prom Queen of nineteen eighty-five, we have..Tina Cline!” 

 Your friend let out a squeal as she quickly dashed over to the stage, going up the small platform���s stairs so that she could run over to her crown. You can’t help but smile, noting how happy it seemed to make her and joined in on the clapping.

 Her date, David McCorkle, was whooping for his partner as she gracefully bowed for the DJ to place the crown on her head. Others hushed down as the man pressed his lips to the mic again. “And as for you prom King we have..Steve Harrington!”

 To your surprise, everyone continued into another round of applause, making you and Steve shocked as he made his way to the stage. From the way things were for him last year, neither one of you would have figured he’d be the popular vote. Especially with Billy and his campaign against him. 

 Steve stepped onto the platform, looking a little shy in front of the people he once saw as fans almost. The DJ placed the crown on top of his head, turning him to face the crowd. Honestly, you’d hate to admit it, but he looked really good with a crown on his head. Even if it was just cheap plastic. Tina quickly rushed over and leaned close to Steve, posing for the photo with a bright smile. 

 “Now that we have our royal court, how about we open the floor up for their first dance?” 

 In typical fashion, Tina and Steve set off in different directions. Tina went to grab her date while Steve left, coming off the stage slowly. Looking towards the crowd nervously as he approached the small circle that had formed around the floor. That’s when you sucked in your breath and stepped forward. 

 Some students began to murmur as you weaved your way through the front. The sound of your name coming out a couple of times before you finally made it to the other side. Steve’s eyes found yours quickly and for the first time tonight, he grinned. 

 You took a few hesitant steps towards Steve when you spoke up. “So, your highness. Is this the part where I bow?” You said teasing.

 He chuckled at that, taking long strides to close the distance between the two of you. The tips of his fingers brushed against your arms before he wrapped his hands at your waist, pulling you close. 

 The sounds of Joan Jett’s Crimson and Clover began to play as the lights turned down into a small spot light towards the two couples. Moving your hands up his chest, you wrapped your hands around his neck. 

 The beat of your heart quickened when you noticed just how close your face is with Steve’s. Every freckle on his face was in clear view and the scent of his cologne only made him more distracting. Despite having done much more than dancing. The lingering feelings you had for him were coming in strong. Especially under the light red hue of the room that cast a warm shadow over his features. 

 “Tell me why,” Steve started, breaking the silence. “Not two hours ago, I showed up to your house, looking to give you this.” He reached into the pocket of his suit to pull out a single prom ticket. “Only for Dustin to come out and tell me you had been gone all day to hang out with Byers.”

 You can’t help but giggle at that. Finding it so amusing that you two were thinking the same thing today.

 “Well, he wasn’t wrong. I was with Jonathan. Running across town to find a dress here I’d like. Then I had to call Tina to help sneak me in so I could see that big goofy grin on your face.” You replied, hearing him hum as you plucked the ticket from his hand to stuff back in his coat for him. 

 “Just to surprise me?” He asked, slightly in disbelief moving his hand back to down your back. He began to rub soothingly as you two continued to sway slowly. 

 “Well, yeah” you chuckled. “I’m always willing to make dramatic entrances. Especially for friends.” 

 Steve turned silent for a moment, only smiling down at you before he leaned to place a kiss on your cheek. “That entrance was pretty cool. Especially considering how nice you look tonight.”

 “Careful, Harrington. You keep complimenting me and I might do something stupid.” 

 He raised a brow, leaning his head down far enough that you could feel his breath fan against your face. “Like what?”

 “Kiss you.”

 That has him reeling back a bit, blush spreading over his cheeks. He looked away from you, averting his eyes to the room before he burst out in a small laugh. “You kill me, trouble.”

 “I like to think I keep things interesting.” you smirked, leaning forward to rest your head against his chest. He hummed in agreement, continuing to lead the two of you in the dance. The song picks up a bit, and you barely peek out to notice other students have joined in the crowd now. Dancing to the upbeat tempo. All except you and Steve. In fact, it seemed like everything slowed down for you guys. 

 My, my, such a sweet thing (Ba-da, da-da, da-da)

 I wanna do everything (Ba-da, da-da, da-da)

 What a beautiful feelin' (Ba-da, da-da, da-da)

 Crimson and clover (Ba-da, da-da, da-da)

 “I love this song.” you admitted softly.

 When Steve stayed silent, you pulled your head back to look at him. Noticing the way he was looking down at you. Almost serious, but with a warmth behind his eyes. Desire. You thought. Just when you’re about to ask what’s wrong, he leaned in suddenly. Pressing his lips against yours. 

 He brought a hand up to cup the side of your cheek, keeping the kiss strong but gentle. The feeling of his plump lips against yours was something you had been missing for a while now and you waste no time in kissing back. There’s a small taste of Steve’s cherry chapstick. How it suddenly tasted so addicting was beyond you.

 It’s not until the song slowly started to slow down again that the two of you pulled away. Steve still kept his hand on your cheek, using the pad of his thumb to rub gently against the line of your lips. It has your chest beating like crazy and you’re praying you don’t look as flushed as you feel.

 “I guess I’m the one who wanted to do something stupid.” he smirked, looking down at your lips. You can’t can’t help but press a gentle kiss to his thumb, causing his eyes to widen in surprise. “Really, really stupid.” 

 You meet him in the middle this time, slanting your lips against his. There’s a moment where the kiss turned from hot and heavy to sweet. Letting you smile when you noticed how shy it made Steve when he pulled back for air again. 

 The song finally came to its end and you both took a step back to clap along with the other students as the DJ approached the mic again. 

 “You guys have been amazing tonight! The best school I’ve played for!” That got the students really riled up. Giving another round of clapping. “I’m gonna take my break now, but the prom committee has a special surprise just for you guys.” 

 From the right side of the stage, the students slowly welcomed a soft blonde up onto the stage. Her outfit looked a lot like the ones you’d see in an ad for the gap, but bedazzled to shine up on the stage. It isn’t until she stood in the direct spotlight that you realized who it was.

 “Is that Tammy Thompson from homeroom?”

 Steve looked over at the stage, face twisting in confusion before he looked back to you. “I have no idea who that is.” You couldn’t help but laugh a bit, looking up at your friend incredulously. “What?” he laughed, still confused.

 “Steve! Tammy was in our homeroom all last year! I thought you two knew each other from the way you’d greet her.” you gaped, covering up your mouth to hold in the laughter that wanted to come out.

 “Was she?” he mused, taking a second glance at her. “What the hell is she doing on stage?”

 The answer came quickly when the lights began to dimmer again, bringing back that warmth in the room as the music picked up again. The sounds of an electric piano began to play and Tammy smiled confidently to the audience before she stepped up to the mic, composing herself quickly. 

 “Is she..?” you said softly looking back at Steve. He shared a similar look of shock before nodding his head.

 “I think she is.”

 “(Turn around)

 Every now and then I get a little bit lonely

 And you're never coming 'round

 (Turn around)”

 The two of you can only look at each other in shock. Tammy had always sung around everyone, whether under her breath in class, or occasionally in the bathroom, or even at lunch to her group of friends. But never would you have ever expected her to be out in the middle of prom, singing for the Senior class. 

 “Every now and then I get a little bit tired

 Of listening to the sound of my tears

 (Turn around)

 Every now and then I get a little bit nervous

 That the best of all the years have gone by

 (Turn around)

 Every now and then I get a little bit terrified

 And then I see the look in your eyes!”

 “Oh my God.” you both said at the same time. Not only was Tammy out of tune, but confidently so. Pushing your face into Steve’s chest, you cover up the sounds of your laughter against his jacket. Hoping it’ll muffle out any noise you make.

 “You can’t laugh!” Steve hissed in your ear. “If you laugh it’s gonna make me laugh!” 

 Biting down on your lip, you pull yourself back to face Steve again. Noting how hard he looks at keeping down his own amusement. But staring at each other only makes it worse and you two burst out in a fit of hysterics. Thankfully it’s drowned out by the very loud chorus of the song.

 “Oh God, I feel like I must look crazy right now.” you huffed, biting down on your lip to stop the grin on your lip. Steve’s laughter died down slowly when he looked down at your face. Using his thumb, he gently tugged your bottom lip from your teeth. Caressing the skin gently with the pad from his finger. 

 “You’re beautiful..” he said softly.

 Your chest swells with the compliment again. His soft confession nearly takes your breath away. Sticking to your word, you lean your head up to his and press a kiss against his lips. Making him wrap his arms around you again. 

 “God, we just can’t stop being stupid tonight.” you breathed trying to pull away from his lips but he chased after you. Grazing his tongue at the opening of your mouth before you parted your lips to kiss him again, feeling his tongue slip inside. 

 Kissing Steve was definitely not on your plans for tonight. But you sure are glad to have happened. Still, you couldn’t help but worry about what might be happening to the two of you. Were friends really supposed to be kissing? How would the two of you feel later on when you were out of the foggy haze of romantic lighting and dancing?

 You quickly pulled back from Steve, going as far to take a step back from him as you shook away the thoughts from your head. He slowly reached out to place a hand on your arm, calling out your name to look over at him again.

 “Hey, are you okay?” he asked, looking at you with concern. 

 “Yeah,” you coughed, trying to sound as calm as you could. “I just..felt lightheaded.” It wasn’t a complete lie but enough that you didn’t feel bad about your answer. But that didn’t matter anyway, Steve was already pulling you back, cupping the side of your cheek to make you look directly in his line of sight. 

 “We’re not really good at this friend thing, huh?” 

 “No,” you admitted, rubbing your hands over his shoulders before wrapping them around his neck again. “And it’s kinda..making me worried.”

 “You shouldn’t worry..” He frowned, “We’re still friends..who are also..having fun.”

 “Oh, so that’s what friends do for fun?” you asked, trying to sound calm about it. Steve blushed a bit, shrugging his shoulders as he nodded. 

 “Maybe that’s something we can do..if you’re into it.” he suggested. 

 What Steve was suggesting felt too much like a double edge sword. Friends with benefits seemed so juvenile for you two. Had you not both felt too much for each other these past few months? What if casual sex messed all that up and you both ended up not even being friends.

 “I’m sorry.” he said, breaking into your thoughts. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Nothing has to change between us.”

 “No!” you quickly said. “You didn’t..” Licking your lips you can’t help but think it over again. Steve was a friend now and sex with someone you trust wasn’t always a bad thing.. “I’d like to try.. But I just..don’t want us to end up not being friends if feelings change.”

 “They wouldn’t.” he quickly answered. “I’d never stop being your friend. Even if you hate me, I’ll always want to be your friend.”

 His reassurance has you smiling a little. “You promise?” He brushes a hand over your cheek, pulling you close again to wrap you in a hug.

 “I promise, trouble..I’ll never stop.”

 SATURDAY, JUNE 8TH 1985

 “Oh God, Steve. Don’t stop!” you gasped, reaching down to tug on the top of his hair. The words only made Steve stop his tongue and its assault on your clit. Pulling his head up a bit so that he could look up at you from the floor. 

 “You’re so bossy.” Steve pouted, placing a single kiss against the lips of your pussy. “Thought this day was about me?”

 The loud bass sound of Soft Cell’s Tainted Love beat through the walls of the upstairs bathroom at Anna Jacobi’s house. Muffling out the sounds you were currently making in the room with Steve. That is, until Steve decided to switch things up by teasing. 

 Growling a bit, you looked down at Steve, still kneeling in the same position in front of you as you leaned against the counter. One leg hooked over his shoulders. “I thought we were doing what you wanted?” you smirked, “I can always just go find someone else who wants to have some fu– OH.” 

 Steve quickly dived back into your pussy, lapping his tongue against your folds before he circled around the bundle that caused you to shake. Reaching back for his hair again, you pushed him harder against you, earning you a groan from Steve. He reached one of his hands up to slide up the leg that was hanging over him, letting his fingertip trace gently against the opening of your core before he gently pushed it in.

 You cried out softly, arching your back a bit from the sink mirror. He took that as a sign to pump his finger faster, quickly inserting another as he wrapped his mouth around your clit, creating a sucking motion that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

 “Shit, Steve!” you cried out, holding onto his hair with one hand and the counter with the other. He continued his work faster, making your breathing cut short and body tighten up before he finally sucked just hard enough to have you seeing white. The wave of your orgasm rips all over you so strongly that you let go of Steve’s hair in fear of accidentally tearing it out.

 Steve continued to pump inside you slowly, letting his hands help ride out the rest of the orgasm while he placed kisses on your inner thighs. “Fuck,” he cursed. “You sound so hot.” Slowly, he pulled his hand out, looking at you carefully as he brought it up to his mouth.

 You watch in awe as he silently sucked on the tip of his fingers. His eyes are dark with lust and he’s holding back a smile as he popped each finger out. “You always taste so good too.” he mused, making you feel the heat on your face again.

 It has your desire coming back and you reach forward to grab the belt against his waist. Pulling at the strap quickly as you work to undo the ties. 

 “Whoa, baby, slow down.” Steve chuckled, moving to place his hands at your hips. “We don’t have to do anything..I just wanted to make you-” His words cut off when you used your other hand to tug him down by the neck. Pressing your lips quickly against his to shut him up. 

 He moaned against you, gripping tightly now as he allowed you to undo the button on his pants. You’re quick to get his pants down enough to slip your hand inside, going past his boxers to grab hold of his cock.

 Steve pulled back from the kiss to let out a hiss. Jaw slacked as he stared down at your hands. Using your thumb to wipe at the precum dribbling out of his tip, you squeeze gently around his cock, creating a stroking motion that has him having to bite down on his lip from crying out. 

 “Aww,” you cooed, looking up at him. “Don’t I get to hear your pretty noises?” 

 A deep red blush spread over Steve’s cheeks and you knew it wasn’t from his own body reacting to the heat of the bathroom. But instead of giving in to your teasing, he reached out to pull you closer by your hips. Lining the two of you up perfectly. 

 Helping him out, you pushed down his pants further, and stroked once more before you lined up his cock to your core. He helped wrap your legs around his waist, stepping forward to brush the tip of his cock to the entrance. You reached a hand up to brush his ever growing hair away from his face so that he could look down at you. 

 Smiling. Steve leaned in and pressed his lips gently against yours. Kissing you sweetly as a distraction while he pushed the head of his cock inside.

 It takes a minute to adjust to his size, having his fingers just inside barely helped prep you. But Steve already knows to go slow. Giving your body a minute to adjust before he pushed the rest of himself in. 

 Feeling full again had you whimpering against Steve’s lips. Moving your hands up, you wrapped them around his neck, deepening the kiss. Steve took that as a sign to slowly thrust forward, keeping one hand at your hip and the other at your back to prevent you from moving out of place. 

 There’s a pounding at the door that you and Steve ignore. Each other’s tongues slipped past lips to swirl against each other while Steve’s thrusts got harder. It’s not until you need air that you drop your head back, letting out another cry. Feeling the head of his cock reach the right angle. Steve let go of your hip to bring his thumb to your lips. 

 “Suck it.” He demanded. You wrap your lips around the digit and do as he says. He groaned a bit at that before he pulled it out of your mouth and down to your clit. Using the overstimulation to his advantage to get you closer to your next orgasm.

 “You’re squeezing me so tight, baby.” he gritted, thrusts turning a little sloppy as he got closer to his edge. “Gonna make me cum so hard tonight.” Rubbing faster circles, Steve leaned forward to place his lips against the nape of your neck. Sucking harshly against the sensitive skin. 

 “I’m so close.” you gasped, tugging at the ends of Steve’s hair. The harsh tug caused him to gasp against your neck before he bit down to mark you. 

 “Come for me, pretty girl.” he said, thrusting faster. “Just for me.”

 His words coax you almost embarrassingly easily and you feel your body tighten again as you hit your second orgasm. The walls of your pussy tightened around his cock and it wasn’t long until Steve was groaning your name. The ropes of his hot cum shot inside soon after. 

 The two of you were still panting when he reached down to pull himself out. You angled your neck down to watch him rub the mushroom head against your swollen sensitive lips before he took a step back. “God, if we weren’t at this party, I might just go to town at that sight.” he muttered, giving your cheek a quick kiss before tucked himself in.

 “Keep talking like that and I just might let you.” you chuckled, still frozen in place. Steve took that as his chance to reach for one of the hand towels on the counter, running it under the water on the sink before he gently helped clean you up.

 “Thank you.” you said softly, letting him finish up before he helped you off of the counter. He only gave a shy smile before chucking the towel into the trash can near the sink. “And I’ll just be taking these back.” You said, carefully reaching into Steve’s pocket to dig for the pair of panties he tried stealing from you earlier. 

 “Aw, but I thought that was my present.” he said, faking a pout.

 “Your graduation present is over at my house. I told you.” you laughed, stepping inside of the clothing before slipping it on. Thankfully you were wearing a summer dress and didn’t have to bother fixing up your outfit too much. 

 “Who forgets to bring a present to a graduation party?” Steve asked, running his hands through the water at the sink. He carefully ran the wet fingers through his hair, smoothing out some of the frayed strands that you tugged on. “I look insane.”

 “I invited you earlier for lunch to give it to you then but you totally ditched me.” You frowned, looking at the mirror to fix your own appearance. The bite mark Steve made would surely become visible in the next couple of hours. But there wasn’t much you could do. Throwing a glance at Steve, you smirk to yourself at how crazy you managed to turn his styled locks into. 

 “I think I managed to make it look better.” you shrugged, readjusting your bobby pin to keep your hair in place.

 He ignored your other comment and tousled his hair again. Trying to get it to look right. “I told you, after the ceremony my parents wanted to get lunch. I wanted to invite you but you got all pouty and left with Dustin.”

 You scrunch your nose at that answer. The very idea of lunch with Steve’s parents sounded too dreadful. Especially when the only time you met them was when you and Steve had left to go to the movies. 

 “Well, I’m glad I passed on that.” 

 Steve walked over to the door, peeking out into the hall to see if it was empty. “Why do you say that?” He asked, glancing back. 

 “Because..it would have been awkward. Meeting officially and all that.” You shrugged. 

 He chuckled a little, cocking his head to the side. “You have nothing to be worried about. Besides,” he tugged you close. The warmth of his palm engulfed your cheek and he looked down at you with a small smile. “It’s not like we’re dating anyway.”

 The words hit you in the face like ice water on a cold day. There was no malice in his tone and you knew better than to think Steve would intentionally use those words to hurt you. But that doesn’t stop your face from frowning. 

 “Right,” you gaped. Trying to reboot yourself back to normal. “Fix your zipper.” You muttered, rolling your eyes. 

 Pushing him a bit, you tear the door open and step out into the hall. Momentarily forgetting about checking for anyone as you rush down the hall and ignore the sounds of Steve calling your name. 

  “I’m officially cutting you two off.” 

 Nancy and you both snapped your heads up from your lounge chairs to see a disgruntled Jonathan with his hands on his hips. You steal a glance to the girl on your right and notice just how red her face had gotten in the thirty minutes you had joined her side.

 “I think we’re in trouble.” you giggled, trying to bite down on your lip. 

 Nancy frowned at Jonathan, a notable sign that she truly was out of it considering most of the time she was more pleased to see him. She reached for your hand and pulled you back into the conversation, ignoring her boyfriend.

 “So, I come into the office, eager to work. I greet Mr. Holloway and introduce myself.”

 “Sounds right.” you nodded, trying to follow along.

 “I literally say my name and not one second after this asshole, Bruce Lowe, yelled at me from across the office. ‘NANCY DREW.’”

 “No way! He stole my nickname!” 

 Nancy held out her hands, looking upset about it. “Exactly! It made me look so..young!” She hiccuped a bit, holding her fingers to her lips before she waved it off. “A-and then, he asks me for coffee.” She slapped at your arm, frowning. “Goddamn coffee!”

 You rubbed at the red skin, nodding your head sympathetically. “What an asshole! Why would they even let you come in as an intern if they wanted like..an assistant or something?” Nancy clapped her hands, looking exasperated. 

 “That’s what I’ve been saying!”

 Jonathan eventually noticed that you two weren’t going to acknowledge him and sat down beside Nancy. Rubbing his hands together as he listened in on the conversation. 

 “I should go there!” you said suddenly. “I should go there and yell at him. Maybe make him cry.” The couple looked at you quizzically but you continued on. “I’ve made a grown man cry before.” 

 “Was that man Steve by any chance?” Jonathan asked, looking slightly uncomfortable. 

 You frown at the mention of his name. It’s been almost an hour since you left him in the bathroom and while you know that you should probably play the whole interaction as nothing. You couldn’t help but feel a remaining sting from his words. 

 “Why are you bringing him up?”

 “Because he’s been staring over here for ten minutes like someone kicked his dog.” He said pointing behind you. All three of you turn to look over your shoulder. Across the large yard was Steve,hanging around the back door of the house. And just like Jonathan said, he indeed looked sad. 

 All you could do is raise a brow at him. What the hell was he upset about?

 “Steve doesn’t have a dog.” Nancy giggled, leaning her head onto Jonathan’s shoulders. 

 You’re somewhat glad to have the girl intervene, joining in on her giggles. “She’s right! I didn’t kick any dog!” 

 “That’s not what I mea—“

 Jonathan was cut off when you leaned forward to shush him with your finger. He swatted at your hand. Trying to get it away from his face. “He’s just probably moody because we’re over here having fun and he’s boring.”

 “Geez, Henderson. Tell ‘em what you really think of me.”

 You wince instantly. Face scrunching up at the voice behind you. Leaning back you crank your head up to see Steve standing behind you, a slightly worried look on his face. 

 “Steve! You’re here!”

 Rolling his eyes, Steve moved over to your lounge chair. Lifting up your legs so that he could sit beside you. “I’ve been here for a while now.” he muttered, placing your legs down over his lap. His brown eyes shifted between you guys before coming back to you. “Been looking for you actually.” 

 “Well, you found me!” you clapped. “Cancel the search party.”

 Steve frowned at your reaction, casting a glance to Jonathan. “Is she drunk?” Your friend sighed at Steve. Nodding his head while Nancy sleepily slumped against him. 

 “They’re both pretty buzzed.” 

 “He’s lying.” you interjected quickly, pointing a finger at your friend. “I am not buzzed..”

 You caught eyes with Nancy and watched as she tried to hold back a smirk. “I’m wasted.” you said, making the two of you burst out laughing. The two boys sighed, and you couldn’t help but frown. It was a party and you were allowed to let loose. 

 “Okay, trouble. How about, we all head out of here and maybe get some coffee in you two.” Steve said, trying to reach out for your hand. The tip of his fingers barely grazed your hand you already felt the familiar heat. Pulling it back, you gave him a dirty look before you climbed off from the chair.

 “That’s so boring, Steve. I’m having fun.” 

 “Yeah,” Nancy added, picking herself up from Jonathan’s shoulder. “Fun!” She tried to get up from her seat but stumbled a bit before she gave up. “Oh that was too fast.” she muttered softly. Jonathan reached out to hold her hand, urging her to sit a bit before he glanced up at you.

 “Don’t you think you’ve had enough fun? I think Steve’s right, we could get coffee and that cake you like from the diner.”

 Jonathan and Steve teaming up was definitely something you didn’t think would happen this summer. Especially when it was against you. Crossing your arms, you look down at the three, feeling betrayed, annoyed, and thirsty..

 “You guys can all go get coffee and cake. I’m gonna go get another drink and find someone to hang out with!” 

 Quickly turning on your heel, you ignore the others trying to get to you and dash towards the house. Other students and some graduates are all around the Jacobi yard. There were some already far more gone than you, and others who were chilling out together. That left you to find a happy middle.

 Entering inside the kitchen, you push past a couple making out with each other in the door way to get to the fridge. Inside were freshly chilled cans of beer. Grabbing one for yourself, you crack open the top and bring the cold can to your lips.

 “Figured you’d learn your lesson from the last time, babydoll.”

 Instantly the beer turned bitter in your mouth. Turning around, you come face to face with Billy. His red blouse was barely buttoned towards the end of the shirt, leaving his bare chest exposed for the world to see. 

 “Booo!” you called out, trying to shoo him away. “Not tonight.”

 Billy laughed a bit, watching as you continued to drink from the can before he brushed past you to grab a can for himself. He stayed close, bringing his own drink to his mouth. “For someone who’s been freshly fucked tonight, you’re still so wound up.” he cooed, taking a long sip. You’re about to open your mouth when you notice where his line of sight was. 

 Instantly your hand jumped to your neck, feeling the spot where Steve had marked you earlier. You’d hurt his dumb beautiful mouth later.

 “..Whatever.” you huffed.

 The beer was not giving you any liquid courage, and you’re finding it harder to focus on a way to get rid of Billy. Even without the mark, you knew he’d be able to tell what you had done tonight from past experience, but it pissed you off that he managed to point it out before you could attempt to hide it.

 “You know,” he started, setting the can on the counter. “If Harrington didn’t do a good job..I’m always here to fix it.” His hand reached out for yours, gently tugging you closer to him. “I’ve got a lot of making up to you..”

 He brushed the tips of his fingers over your arm, trailing upwards towards the scar that remained on your arm from last year. Despite the effects of the beer inside you, that was enough to give you a moment of clarity.

 “Fuck you.” you hissed, staggering back. 

 Billy pursed his lips, settling for gripping onto your arm now to pull you back in. “I think you might wanna change your tune.” he gritted. 

 “I think you might wanna let her go.” said a voice from the doorway. You don’t have to turn to know who it was. But you did let out a breath you had been holding in. “She’s not interested, Hargrove.” 

 Billy chortled a bit, looking over at you before he let go. Holding his hands up as he took a step back. “Back for seconds, Stevie boy?” he smirked. “Didn’t fuck her right the first time, guess you get to have a re–” 

 You’re pouring your beer above Billy’s head before you can truly think it over. The sounds of the liquid hitting over the ground as it rolled off his head and onto the kitchen floor were oddly loud enough to compete with the music currently blasting.

 “I said. Fuck you.”

 Billy wiped his hand over his face, looking at you with red in his eyes. You glanced down to notice that his hands were balled up. And before anyone in the room could react, the sound of a door slamming open caused you three to stop.

 “THE COPS ARE COMING!”

 Simultaneously, everyone dropped whatever they were holding and made a dash towards any available exit. 

 Steve reached out for your hand, pulling you with him towards the backyard. Pushing past everyone so that he could get you back to your friends. The sudden panic and rush had you feeling suddenly sick and you wished you had worn better shoes than wedges you had slipped on. 

 “We gotta bail.” Jonathan said, holding tightly to Nancy’s hand. The girl looked more sober than you last saw her and you wondered if she threw up from the way her hair was pulled back from her face. “Do you think you can take her home?”

 “No!” you cried out, reaching out for Nancy. “We’re supposed to sleep in the basement!”

 Both boys looked at you curiously before Nancy chimed, nodding her head. “She’s spending the night!”

 “Great,” Steve scoffed. The sounds of yelling could be heard from inside the house and more kids pushed their way out the back door. “All right, here’s what we’re gonna do. I’ll take Trouble here to mine. My parents are out anyway.”

 “Shit, okay.” Jonathan said warily.  He glanced at you worried before he pointed over at Steve. “Take care of her, okay? Tell her to call my house in the morning.” His words sounded more like a warning and you can’t help but get emotional over your friend. “Nancy and I will be waiting.”

 “Creep! You’re so sweet!” you pouted, wrapping your arms around Jonathan. Nancy chuckled a bit, joining in on the hug. Missing out on the way her boyfriend blushed from the attention you guys were giving him.

 “Okay, honey. You love the guy, but we gotta go.” Steve urged, reaching gently to pry you off Jonathan. 

 There’s no more room for goodbyes as the familiar sound of Officer Callahan’s aggravating yelling came through the backdoor. Steve wasted no time, grabbing your hand and yelling at the couple to follow him as he ran in the direction towards the back gate. Officially ending your night of partying.

 It’s a blur after you guys left the party. After parting ways with your two friends, you made it to Steve’s car just in time for the adrenaline to make you sleepy. It wasn’t long for you to black out after that.

 You’re not sure what time it is when you wake up, all you know is that you’re warm and there’s lights hitting your face now and then. Blinking slowly, you took in your surroundings, noting just where you were

 The low hum of the house’s air conditioning gave the room white noise, going perfectly with the bouncing reflection that came from the pool through the window. A dead giveaway of where you were actually.

 “Go to sleep.” mumbled a tired voice behind you. 

 You peeked over to see Steve facing towards you. His eyes were closed and from the deep gravel in his voice, you knew he had been asleep. You make an attempt to turn around and face him when you feel the weight of his arm over your waist. 

 “Get your arm off.” you huffed, trying to turn over. 

 Steve did so, waiting until you were able to turn your body to face him before he set his arm down again. Pulling you closer to his chest now. The soft smell of the laundry detergent was enough to make you bury your face into his chest. Feeling the cotton of his shirt rub against your cheek.

 “Why am I here?” you murmured into his shirt, not seeming to worry about what time it was.

 “You were drunk.” he answered, nuzzling his face into your hair a bit. “Couldn’t leave you and Nancy together.”

 “I’m still a little drunk.” you note, feeling the buzz still in your body. 

 “I know, you tried to make out with me three times before I convinced you to sleep.”

 You snap your head back a bit, glancing up at Steve’s face. Even in the dark and low light from the window, you could see him smirking a bit. 

 “I did not.”

 “Did too.”

 Frowning, you put your face back at his chest. The weight of his hand lifted up a bit as he soothingly rubbed at your back. He’s trying to coax you back to sleep, but you feel like your mind sobering up might stop that. How was he still so nice to you when you ignored him for half the night? Why would Steve always end up being so kind to your curtness? 

 “I can hear you thinking..”

 “I’m not, go back to sleep.”

 He sighed softly, shuffling under the blanket. The tip of his toe tickled at your shin. “Only if you sleep.”

 “I can’t, I’m wide awake now.”

 Steve pressed his lips to your forehead. The tips of his hair tickled your forehead in the process. “I think I know of a way I can tire you out.” he joked, making you pinch lightly at his pecs. “Ow!”

 “You’re not funny.”

 “I’m a little funny.”

 He shuffled the two of you, putting himself on his back before he pulled you to rest partially on top of his chest. The sound of his heartbeat was loud against your ears and you smiled at how calming it sounded. 

 “I’m sorry,” you said suddenly. “I was mean tonight.”

 “You weren’t mean.” he said quickly, hand wrapped around your shoulder to press you tighter.

 “I’m always mean and you act so nice to me. Even if I push you away.”

 He stayed quiet for a second before you felt him move his shoulders. Possibly shrugging. “You gave me mind blowing sex and went off to enjoy the party. I don’t see that as being mean.” 

 You want to point out that you ditched him afterwards, suddenly hurt by his words, but you couldn’t bring yourself to point that out. Not when there could be a question as to why. “So you’re not mad at me?” 

 “Nope.” He pressed his lips to your head, reaching down to pull the blanket over you two with his hand. “I was worried you were mad at me..”

 “I’m not.” you half lied. “I’m glad to have hung out with you..even if it was to fool around for a bit.”

 He didn’t say anything for a second and you were worried he had gone back to sleep before he cleared his throat a bit. “Let me take you out for breakfast tomorrow. Make up for skipping out on that lunch?”

 Nodding your head, you drape a leg over his, letting yourself get more comfortable against his body. “Okay, I’d like that.” It was the first honest answer you could give him today and you’re glad it’s enough to relieve the slight ache in your chest.

 “Now as much as I like hearing your voice, I’m exhausted.” he chuckled, sounding slightly relieved by your reply. “Unless you still wanna get tired out..” 

 Pinching him again, you chuckle a bit against him before closing your eyes feeling the feeling of sleep creeping up on you again. “Goodnight, Steve.”

 “Sweet dreams, Trouble.” 

a/n: We’re back again! Looks a bit rough since it’s longer but I really wanted to show moments with Steve that we didn’t get on the show and thought it’d be fun to start off the angst early! 

[armywriter]

Calvin Klein’s new Ambassadors

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut

Synopsis: Things got heated very fast after Jungkook, Taehyung and Reader got invited for a Calvin Klein Photoshoot as their new ambassadors.

Warnings: mentions of recent sexual activities, teasing, heavy makeouts, nipple sucking, p in v, oral (f receiving), reader gets called bitch once, squirting, dumbification, still reader has an attitude

I woke up to the feeling of somebody kissing my cheek softly. Taehyung left his big spoon position behind me to get up ahead of us. I opened my eyes just to meet his beautiful brown ones. He admired mine and Jungkook’s sleeping figure, as he stood outside the bed getting into his joggers. He gave me a short smile, which I returned, and left the room shortly after. I turned to Jungkook who was still asleep on his back, my head and arm resting onto his bare chest. The sunlight was seeping through some splits of the shutters, so I looked up at him and scanned all his features. His long eyelashes, the curly and messy hair, as well as his lip piercings. Just as I rested my head on his chest again to sleep a bit more, I felt his hand putting stands of hair out of my face. He must have woke up from the intense stares. “All you gonna do is watch ? Weren’t that shy last night”, Jungkook said in his deep morning voice. I looked up at him with a bitch face. “Oh shut up”, I said and gave him a passionate kiss, that turned into a makeout. He sat up and guided me into his lap, as his tattooed arm made his way to caress my hip. We split apart as we were both out of breath.

”Oh your putting on a show without me?“, Taehyung said while leaning on the doorframe wearing a smirk. He was wearing that red SnapBack and his grey joggers. He looked so fucking sexy. If it wouldn’t have been the time running out, we would have gone for round two for sure. As I took a look at the alarm clock and told both of them we had to get ready, jungkook fell back into the cushions and I left his lap while giving him a quick peck. I took a short glance of my bare body in the mirror and slipped into an oversized T-shirt laying on the ground. I made my way to Taehyung standing in the doorframe and got really close to his face. “Who’s gonna explain all those hickeys between my legs and on my neck, huh?”, I asked in a low voice while slowly looking up his body and eventually meeting his eyes. His eyes were hungrily scanning my face and ended up staying on my lips. His lips meet mine in a lustful kiss, as two hands wandered around my body. I put my hands on his neck, went through his blonde hair that wasn’t covered and jumped up when I felt him tug at my bare butt. My back slammed into the nearest wall as we made out. Jungkook had a great sight of us from his spot on the bed. Breathlessly we split again as I made my best to stand up and Taehyung rested his head into the crock of my neck. “What did you say about the time again?”, Jungkook asked jokingly. “Oh shut up Jungkook”, I said laughing while still trying to catch my breath. A few moments later, I managed to make my way to the kitchen. Taehyung went to take a shower while I decided to prepare Americanos for us. I scrolled through my phone while leaning onto the kitchen counter. Finally jungkook came outside the bedroom in his black joggers. His hair was standing in all directions while he let out a yawn. He came towards me with a sleepy smile. Jungkook entered the kitchen, lifted me onto the counter and cuddled into me with his bare chest. We split and I gave him his Americano. We talked about some things but I had to leave to shower myself. I grabbed some towels and entered the bathroom. Taehyung was still inside and did his skincare, but he didn’t mind me. I got rid of the large shirt I was wearing and finally took a refreshing shower. After Jungkook was also done taking a shower, we got on our way to the Calvin Klein Photoshoot. Us three got invited to become ambassadors for the famous underwear brand and we gladly accepted.

When we arrived at the studio, we meet the CEO’s and the photographer of Calvin Klein. We then went through the outfits of todays shoot and got our hair and makeup done. The shoot was divided into three sections: Casual, revealing and underwear. We all got to do single shoots first and end with a group shoot. The first shoot was normal. Jungkook and Taehyung got into some black and blue jeans and a shirt while I got a blue jeans and a tight long sleeve. The mood was supposed to be bright and comfortable. And it was.

When we changed for the second outfit, the mood was different. I got a darker more sexier makeup and wore a short crop top with a short skirt. The makeup artist was thankfully very nice and covered all of my dark hickeys perfectly. When I got up to meet Taehyung and Jungkook I could feel a little tingle in my stomach. And this wasn’t even supposed to be the maximum of sexiness? Taehyung wore a button up shirt that was left open and some low waist pants that revealed a Calvin Klein underwear. Jungkook wore an all jeans outfit with the jacket left open and low waist jeans that also revealed his underwear. Their perfect six packs were shown off perfectly. When they noticed me, their reaction was surprisingly the same as mine. While one was shooting, the other two were watching behind the camera. The shoot was not like the one before. We each kept on teasing each other knowing what the the looks do to each other. Jungkook kept on stretching out his arms to reveal his full torso while I showed off some not-so-girly poses to reveal some parts of my ass. We were all a hot mess by the time we went to do the group shoot. It was hard to not jump at them as soon as possible. We kept on touching and teasing, and the photographer loved our chemistry. When we went back to change for one last time, I grabbed jungkook’s wrist on our way. We all three stopped dead in our tracks. “Jungkook! If you don’t stop the teasing right now, I won’t be able to finish this shoot!”, I whisper-screamed at him. “You are the one teasing me here”, Jungkook answered. “You both are unbelievable, I’m sweating my ass off in these clothes because of you”, Taehyung stated. I let go of Jungkook’s wrist and moved on to my make up artist. Thankfully she helped me get my thoughts off off both men for a while.

The last outfit I changed into was a black thong and a small black top that only covered around 60% of my boobs. I requested a black one since the grey one would be ruined in seconds. The makeup artist did some last cover ups and I was ready to go. I went into the shoot with the intention to only care about myself and not the hottest two human beings in nothing but underwear in front of me. I went to shoot first, feeling like the hottest being. I felt their gazes on my boobs and butt when I turned around. I did some crazy and powerful poses that left the boys speechless. When the photographer told me we could stop, I thanked him and left to stand behind the camera. It was jungkook turn now and Taehyung stood next to me. He kept on looking at me with his beautiful eyes but I looked into the other direction. After some time I couldn’t withstand his gaze and looked him in the eyes. Just as we were about to snap, the photographer asked for him and he left. Jungkook came back with a cocky grin on his face. “Aren’t you enjoying this a bit too mich?”, I asked him. He laughed it off and came closer to my ear: “I’m not the one squeezing my legs together for a sign of relief”. I definitely felt the need to hit this man in some not so comfortable places, but it was time for our group shoot. After doing some poses while standing, the photographer asked us to do some poses on the ground. Taehyung was almost sitting with his hands propping him up. I sat almost next to him, my head resting on his shoulder. Jungkook laid flat on the ground, his arms were under his head. I decided to lay my legs onto his, to connect with him as well. Throughout the shoot his hand started to rest onto my thigh and scooted closer up. Taehyung also started touching up my arms, dangerously close to my boobs.

When the torture was finally over and the photographer ended with a “good job done", we got up and almost too quickly left the set. We got into one of the rooms that were made for us to have some privacy. Jungkook grabbed my wrist and quickly got me into the room. Taehyung followed shortly after and locked the door. By the time I’ve heard the doorknob turn, mine and Jungkook lips were already dancing in sync. It was such a heated kiss, Jungkook quickly sat us down not parting lips. He held my face in place as I held onto his abs. The sofa moved a bit as another presence appeared behind me. Taehyung started kissing down my spine, licking around the band of my thong. My pussy stared clenching around nothing, waiting to finally get filled. Taehyung came back up to undo the clips of my top. Jungkook and I broke apart at the sound of my top becoming loose. He quickly got it off of me throwing it away. He admired my hard nipples and started to harshly suck on them. Taehyung’s lips meet mine as he swallowed my moans. “Please…”, I whimpered. “Please what princess? Wanna get filled up?”, Taehyung asked teasingly. Jungkook released my nipple as he said: “I bet she wants, have you seen her on the shoot? She looked like a horny bitch. She must be dripping by now”.

Taehyung ,still sitting behind me, reached his hand down to my pussy to feel it. I let out a loud moan at the feeling of something finally on my pussy. “Jungkook she is drenched”, he said while laughing. Jungkook made his hand to feel it himself and I let my head fall onto Taehyungs shoulder. “Sweetheart we haven’t even started and you are already falling apart”, Jungkook said while laughing. “Please… want … your cock”, I whined out. “What princess wants, princess gets”, Jungkook said. “On all fours now”, Taehyung demands. I got into my favorite position and heard Taehyung stepping out of his underwear. “Oh dummy we have to get rid of this first”, Jungkook said while slipping the thong down my legs and leaving a smack on my butt cheek. I let out a small whimper but shortly after, get meet by Taehyung sliding the tip of his cock in between my folds. Jungkook sat in front of me and kissed me while squeezing and twisting my nipples. “Don’t tease me Taehyung”, I managed to let out in between huffled moans. He finally slid his cock into me and he let out a low groan. I didn’t need time to adjust so he quickly moved fast which got my head spinning. He held onto my waist to keep me in place while Jungkook remained his actions. “Tae … close..”, I screamed and he started to rub my clit fast. I let out almost pornographic moans while Taehyung let out some deep moans. “Cum for us princess”, Jungkook said and not much later I came hard, Taehyung following shortly after me. We rode out our orgasm and collapsed shortly after. Jungkook caressed my face until Taehyung stood up. “Come on sweetheart, turn on your back. I’ll give you what you want”, Jungkook said in a deep tone while he lightly smacked my ass. I flipped around so I was now laying on my back. He pulled me down to the end of the sofa, my legs automatically spreading for him. He sat on the ground, his face lining up with my pussy. He immediately slurped the juices into his mouth, tasting mine and Taehyung’s cum on his tongue. He took long licks up and down my pussy and stared to suck onto my clit. My hips started to buck, but Taehyung laid his arm onto them to stop me. While Jungkook was still working wonders with his tongue, Taehyung was working two fingers in and out of me. I was moaning like crazy, getting a bit overstimulated. But I didn’t expect jungkook to add two fingers into my needy hole as well. I was feeling so Full, with both of them hitting my g spot perfectly and jungkook working on my clit with his tongue. “Fuckkkk …. oh god …”, I moaned.

“She is going dumb”, Taehyung said while enjoying his sight. Both men laughed and it send additional vibrations through my pussy. They picked up the speed and I was close to coming. I didn’t bother warning them, since they could feel me clenching around them continuously. I came even harder that bevor, but they somehow didn’t seem to stop their actions after I came. I cried out but my screams were being ignored. Tears came rolling down my face as the pain of overstimulation turned into pure pleasure. I let out a scream as all I could see were stars. Jungkook’s whole face was covered in my juices and Taehyung looked at me like a proud puppy. “Holy shit she just squirted”, Jungkook said while wiping through his face. My whole body was shacking as I felt super exhausted. Both men gave me their kisses in my face as we rested for a few minutes. When we arrived back into the real world, we thought about how we were supposed to go out now. We had nothing but wet underwear, we were sweaty and for sure everyone must have heard us. My makeup artist must have been outside the whole time, so I peeked outside the door and called for her. Thankfully she got us our clothes and some makeup wipes. We left the studio like nothing ever happened and went to finally eat a real meal.

[tardis-stowaway]

I spent the weekend at DragonCon, a convention I've been attending off and on for decades. Some notable experiences and thoughts this year include:

Jodie Whittaker was there, and her panel was an absolute delight. I lined up almost an hour in advance and ended up with a pretty good seat. She talks with her hands constantly. The other celeb panels I saw (Catherine Tate and a LOTR panel with Elijah Wood, Billy Boyd, and Dominic Monaghan) were also really fun.

One of the more notable moments of the con happened as I was failing to get into a panel. A huge line formed waiting for the Science vs. Movies panel Sunday night, and it got routed down a corridor of the Hilton that I'd never seen before. It wasn't signed as a staff-only area, but it was an intensely liminal and weird space. After passing through multiple turns, I ended up finding the end of the line in an area where half the overhead lights were out! The carpet had weird swirls and a bit of color theory. Many of the locked doors along the corridor were labeled as meeting rooms (why wasn't the con using them in its constant need for more space?), but others had signs like "Fire Control." Even through my mask it smelled faintly of mildew. The Distortion vibes were strong. I am delighted to report that someone on reddit posted a photo of what I believe is the exact area where I joined the line. Luckily the people in line near me were all good-humored and fun. When the line finally moved we did not make it into the panel, but the corridor did allow us to exit with our lives and what remained of our sanity.

I spotted a Magnus Archives/Protocol photoshoot on the schedule Friday, so I went to that to see cosplay and say hi to people in the fandom. It was held at night outside on a very noisy party patio, which impaired photography and conversation. Still, I had fun! There were some very cool costumes. A Jane Prentiss cosplayer gave me (gummy) worms.

I cosplayed one day this year. I was Carpenter from The Silt Verses, during S2 when she's carrying the homesick corpse. I'd originally conceived of trying to make a backpack into a whole cloth-wrapped corpse with limbs, but I wasn't able to get that construction to work in the time I had. Instead I just had a wrapped head sticking out of a backpack with attached speech balloon saying "Please...I have to get home." Presumably the rest of the shriveled corpse is shoved in the bag. I knew that the odds of being recognized were very low since the costume is for a podcast, and not even a podcast where fanart is super widespread or settled in distinguishing characteristics. Still, I figured that horror podcast fan overlap meant that I might find other Silt Verses fans at the Magnus event. Sure enough, I had one (1) person recognize me there. Silt Verses fan with the long colorful hair, you made my con!

The Our Flag Means Death fan panel was a good time. The love was strong in that room.

Masking, while more common at the con than in your average store or public building these days, was still way too low considering how many people were crowded in after traveling from all over. I kept my mask on indoors except when eating or drinking, and ate almost all of my meals outside. We'll see if that was enough to keep me healthy.

The Brit Track needs to do a better job at getting some new voices with more varied opinions on their Doctor Who discussion panels.

I saw lots of Fourteenth Doctors, which I expected, but I was sad not to have seen any Fifteenth Doctors cosplayers.

In general I feel like I saw slightly less really impressive cosplay than in some past DragonCons, but that may have been just my habit of avoiding some of the really crowded lobby zones when possible. Still plenty of awesome cosplay work around.

As usual it was far too crowded inside and too hot outside. I'm now tired and super achey (in a too much time on my feet way, not in a con crud/covid way for now). Nevertheless, I had an excellent time.

[accio-victuuri]

CPN : Same phone case timeline 🗓️📱

just when i thought the posts i’m making on here to archive all the candies couldn’t get any weirder, this happens. lol. i have to say that the cpn about the phone case has really become more popular ( and notorious ) than i thought it would be. it just seemed so common to have the same plain-looking case as someone — but if you really look at the variables, you’ll notice that some things don’t add up.

this is all speculation/interpretation/opinion in the pov of a bxg. the timeline is real tho.

I decided to make this because it seems like what we know about it’s first appearance is all wrong. initially, this was noticed w/ ZZ @ Weibo TV & Movie awards then we kept our eye on it. However, recent “developments” show that it was earlier than that.

• A fan found a photo ( i won’t repost here cause it was sneakily taken at a public place ) of Bobo back in 6/2022 as well as 8/2022 where he was already using that phone case with a card slot. his phone case design in recent years ( late 21-23 ) has really been difficult to place since he rarely ( never ) takes mirror selfies anymore or even takes his phone out in public.

I found this additional timeline explanation that says WYB’s assistant during CQL was also using a phone card case at that time. We don’t know the connection or if he is still in close contact with WYB and they used the same one. In ZZ’s vlog from 8/22, he was only using a clear case. He changed his phone in September so that’s when the new phone card case was bought, and he got one ( allegedly ) for WYB so they can really match. The one he used in 6/22 was him ( wyb ) starting the “trend” of the phone card case and ZZ was not onboard yet.

• 9/2022 to early 10/22, I’m using this month here cause in 2/2023 we got the SBMS behind the scenes video. There is a scene there where ZZ shows something on his phone to BBH, he was using the phone case already. We just didn’t know. Filming for this drama was around late september so i’ll add it to the timeline.

• 11/29/2022 ZZ was spotted with the phone case during the WB TV & Movie night. At the time, we were just clowning that he was texting WYB 😂

• 11/30/22 WYB was photographed on his way to Wuzhen and he had his phone out for a moment. We caught what his phone case looks like and that it’s the same as ZZ’s.

• 12/6/22 GG was photographed at the airport and he had his phone in the open, which is unusual. like bobo, he doesn’t take it out especially at the airport, but it was like he was confirming something to those of us who pay attention.

• 1/22/23 WYB attends a roadshow for Wuming’s release and fans saw him seated very close to the screen and alone. You can see he had his phone on his lap and it looks like the phone card case. but again, it wasn’t clear. the cinema was dark. then he didn’t take it out again.

• After this, we see the phone case on ZZ’s side a couple or times especially in video out takes shared by XZS for his photoshoots + work related filming. At this point, it was already identified with him especially by his fans and those who follow him.

• 4/27 Gucci Cosmos, ZZ shares a photo where his phone case is visible and it doesn’t look like the same one. This seems like an outlier. I’m not sure if he used it to match his outfit ( which is gray ) Or if this is even his personal phone ( but i think it is ). We will have to wait and see for future glimpses of his phone to see if he changes back. I’m seeing this as more of an aesthetic switch to match the event.

• 5/11/23 WYB shares photos on IG and we finally get a clear picture of his phone case and that it is what we think it is.

• 5/12 All the talk started about Bobo deleting the photo and cpfs linking it to being about the couple phone case.

• 5/13 The topic of the same phone case went on HS and fans from all sides came out to give their explanation.

• 5/19/23 after all the “controversy” XZ studio still includes a clear photo of the phone case for their Euro Trip photos 📷 Showing that they don’t give af about all the issue surrounding it.

• 5/20 HZT ( the actor who plays LQR ) posts a douyin of the same style phone case and it’s — so suspicious 👁️👄👁️

AND WELL THE SAGA CONTINUES. I think this is not the last time we will see it or maybe it will morph into something more.

A few clowning points:

• You may see some discussion about wfs on wyb’s side knowing about this as early as june of last year but they never said anything. They probably saw us speculating about wyb’s phone case when they already know the truth. lol. I can’t say for sure that they are purposely hiding something, maybe they didn’t think it was important. but i can see the ones who keep an eye out on xz on their side probably just chose to keep quiet. turns out, cpfs are the last to know about candies. 😂😂😂😂

• @rainbowsky pointed out here how this type of case may not be typically used in CHN. All because the card slot is almost useless. The way they pay is by their phone. They don’t need a train ticket or whatever for transportation too cause they have private vehicles. It’s like they both or maybe one of them went to the apple store ( in person or online ) and they saw that — decided to get a couple case. I’m thinking this is ZZ. My CPN is this is connected to WYB’s sudden use of an apple watch. The watch is good to keep track of your health so maybe ZZ gave it to him and while he was there “shopping” decided to get a phone case too for them to match. just boyfriend things. ssssshhhhhh 🤫

• THIS IS NOT THEIR USUAL TYPE OF phone case. If you’ve been following them for some time or have seen their photos with their phones out, they usually go for the ones with a design on them. of course, the style is more on their preference. So this sleek and almost simple type of iphone case appears to be a compromise for both.

but like, the “simple” or low key design has been more ZZ’s style. that’s why cpn is he bought it for them.

examples below ⬇️⬇️⬇️

• In the past, they usually changed their phone case for a specific month or season. That’s why I think ZZ’s “change” last April was only for the event ( but i could be wrong ). But for the both of them, using the same one for one year ( guessing here but most likely this is how long ) is unusual. You could say they are too busy / the case is good so why change it / they don’t wanna use graphic cases anymore/ etc etc the list of reasoning can go on and on. but you can’t deny that it’s out of the ordinary.

I think it really helps laying things out like this so we can see what is happening behind the scenes. what are the outliers. what other possibilities are there. what fits or not. usually candies are simple and clear, but some are not and needs more time to take apart and make sense of. whether you believe this or not and take it as candy is all up to you. 🫶🏼

It’s another YIZHAN Mystery. 🕵️‍♀️

-END.

[tzuyuscloud]

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02. Welcome to Tokki

cw// mention of murder

Your last week at home flew by fast as you anticipated your new life ahead of you. Still you stayed awake some nights questioning if it was just a huge scam because surely no one can become a professional esports player this easily right?

Dozing off on the plane, your body was overflowing with emotion, sad because you were leaving your parents and home for the first time, happy because you were able to live your dream of becoming an esports player, but then nervous and scared because what if it was all fake and then you get to the condo and they murder you.

But it was totally real though…right? You shook your head of all the thoughts and just tried focusing on the fact that you were going to be landing in 2 hours, leaving you more excited than when you boarded the plane.

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It took you 4 exhausting hours to find your luggage when you got off the plane, you were left mentally drained, starved and thirsty as you frantically searched for Haseul, who said she would pick you up.

‘Minji?!?’ you thought to yourself as you slowly lost your mind in the busy airport. ‘Out of all people?!?’ let’s be honest you were only freaking out about your first encounter with the members being Minji because she was freaking hot.

While you were trying to extinguish the flames in your brain, you heard a deep voice from behind you, making you jump higher than when you play Roblox horror games.

“Holy crap!” you gasped while clutching your chest. Minji just stared at you with an amused smile as you made eye contact with the brunette Korean girl. As dramatic as you were, your life was feeling like a cliche kdrama as you felt the sunlight rays hit only the two of you as you stared at her. That poor girl.

“ahem, um well we should get going before it gets too dark, I don’t like driving at night.” Minji mumbled as she took hold of your suitcase leaving you with just the carry on bag.

The drive to the condo was silent and awkward as you tried to contain yourself from staring at the woman who just wanted to get home and probably escape from you. Minji was the first one to break the silence, “was the flight comfortable?” she asked, as she switched to driving with one hand while the other rested on the gear shift.

“yeah surprisingly it was relaxing” you smiled earning a smile back.

“thats good, its a long flight so im glad it was comfortable for you.” Minji made more conversation that helped break the ice between the two of you before you.

Arriving at the condo, she helped you bring everything in. Your jaw was on the floor as you saw how huge the place was. “Let me give you a quick tour” she winked. ‘Did she just wink or am I delusion?’ you thought.

You followed the leader as she trailed around the place, “this is the gaming room where we will all spend majority of our time practicing and streaming. We have to stream 80 hours a month and if you don’t make it by the end end of the month, then Haseul will deduct your paycheck.” Minji scratched her neck.

“has it happened to you before?” you asked with a hint of fear.

“no but it has happened to Hanni and she was asking Yeojin unnie for food money nearly everyday because she didn’t have enough.” Minji laughed. You could just image the short Vietnamese girl trailing around her unnie asking for food money.

“That’s scary” you shivered.

“Just stream, you’ll be fine” Minji said trying to ease your concerns. “The next two rooms are Haerin and Hyein’s room, they are our little Tokki trainee’s. They are actually like our little siblings, but they will stay here sometimes so these are their bedrooms.” Minji pointed to the cute decorated doors.

Halfway through the tour you realized that no one was home, “Where is everyone?”

“oh, they had a photoshoot for a brand collaboration, I did my part this morning so I have the house to myself, well semi” she laughed. Finally she brought you to your room after showing the bathrooms and other bedrooms, and it was decorated nicely with all of the items you told Haseul you enjoyed.

“oh my gosh, this is amazing!” your eyes were about to fall out of your head.

Minji stood behind you smiling at your reaction before clearing her throat, “well I’ll let you settle in and unpack, the girls should be back in a few minutes. We can do introductions later tonight” She smiled at you. Now you knew why her fan base when stupid crazy over her smile and called her ‘oppa.’ It was truly addicting.

“okay” you replied.

As she was about to leave she opened the door again, “oh and welcome to Tokki, I hope you enjoy it here” she smiled again this tome showing her pretty white pearls. Causing you to get butterflies. Getting butterflies within three hours of being with her, well done.

Summary: You were scouted to be on a pro esports team when you started to find yourself falling for the leader, Minji as well as Hanni. Leaving you in difficult situations that eventually effect your performances. As Minji starts being harder on you, you can’t help but lean on Hanni for support, but deep down you wonder if any of them feel the same way you feel for them.

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You Light My Morning Sky

Chapter 15: Lay, Lady, Lay

Warnings: Discussions of pregnancy scares, emotional talks, infidelity, dishonesty, these two finally discuss the elephant in the room.

In the aftermath of the fight, and the pregnancy scare, you and Austin dealt with the heightened emotions by spending more time together, but he was still brimming with questions. He wondered, with all the secrets between you, why you had agreed to marry him. He didn't want to call it off, but he had to wonder why you'd say yes without having talked about the truth of how you got together.

For you, life was pure bliss. Unaware of the anxiety building in your fiance's mind, you found yourself basking in the time off. Enjoying your leave from your job was one thing; being able to take a more active and present role in Austin's life was entirely another, and both of you were honestly loving it. Photoshoots, interviews, press tour prep, all of it rolled off the two of you with ease now that you could do it together. He was your constant, and with some nerves out of the way, a little extra free time, and Austin asking relentlessly, you spent more time planning the wedding. You were sitting together on the couch, feet up, glass of wine in your hand that you passed back and forth between you as you worked on the concept of your theme, when Austin asks a question you thought he’d never think to ask.

Austin’s mind was still a whirlwind. He was thinking, and overthinking, he knew, but something was bothering him about what you’d said the night you took the pregancy test. Well, several things bothered him, but his boorish behavior was something that could only be corrected with time. Showing you with his actions, not words, that he was serious about treating your submission with as much care as you treated his, was the only way forward from that misstep. He didn’t want to disrupt the bliss you were experiencing by bringing up topics you had so stubbornly avoided, but he couldn’t shake the thought that there was something between you two that needed to be discussed. Silence from a time he’d happily let go of stretched long between the two of you, and it couldn’t go on. Too much time was spent in the cold. Too many months of silence where you should be, and now that you were here to talk to, confess to, pray to, and make love to, he had to step up and take the chance. The only thing worse than not bringing up what was on his mind would be to live with knowing he wasn’t strong enough to test the integrity of the bridge he’d built with you. So he chooses a peaceful moment, when you look relaxed but not drained, content with the moment but open to chance.

“Hey, love,” he says softly, stroking your arms, and you look at him with a smile.

“Yes, Kitten?” your voice is warm and inviting, and he feels the tension ebb and then wash in again like a high tide.He was laying on you, between your legs and feeling about as safe as he’d ever known. The many bridal magazines and lookbooks strewn across your laps only give him a reason to press onward.

“When you said you’d hid taking pregnancy tests from your shithead ex, did you have to do that after Australia?” he asks casually, rubbing your legnow and handing you the glass of wine. He places a kiss on your thigh and casually marks a page that has a picture of flowers he likes before looking at you once more, willing himself not to be nervous.

“Yes,” you answer with a little nod. “But mostly to be sure. We weren’t the most careful with how we went about all that. And we weren’t even really together,” you start, but he cuts you off.

“Baby girl, it’s okay,” he smiles warmly. “I was just curious. It’s alright,” he assures you. "I do wonder why we don't talk about it. I think a lot about why we have two versions of our story, I love you and I'm not embarassed," he says softly.

"I'm not either," you blush, frowning a little. "I just didn't see any reason why that should be the beginning of us. Because it honestly wasn't," you reason, trying to keep the sullen stubbornness out of your voice.

"But it is a part of us," he argues, hands stilling in their loving path across your skin. "You took care of me at my lowest, and the fact that you avoided discussing it made me wonder if you were the right person for me," he confesses. You pause at that.

"Why would that make you wonder?" you ask, the ice spreading in your chest once more. Anxiety rose like bile in your stomach, and you feel the weight of your engagement ring like lead on your hand, irrationally believing it might slip off and be lost to the abyss if he keeps talking like this.

"Because you were everything I needed," his fingers rub across his lower lip. "And then you couldn't wait to get away."

This was it. This was the smoke in the air when he got down on one knee, when he asked you to be his Mama, when he took you to all the places nearest and dearest to his heart.

"I had to leave because I couldn't stay there and not be yours."

"You've been mine since the minute our eyes met," he insists and you shake your head.

"No, Kitten," you correct him sadly. "When you saw me, you were Vanessa's."

He swallows thickly and turns his head away.

"I know," he nods. "I know, but..."

"Austin. I was dating someone else and you weren't yourself. I had to go. Do you think, if I'd stayed, we'd have gotten to the good parts any faster?" you ask, resting a hand on his cheek. He wants to push you away but he doesn't. "No, sweet man. No. We'd have broken into a million little pieces and sliced us both up."

His eyes open and he looks you.

"I know you're right," he blinks slowly. "But we should still be able to talk about it."

"I know you're right," you answer, and you cuddle close. "Wanna talk about it now?"

"Yes please," he smiles shyly. "You came for me. For me. That's the nicest thing anyone's ever..." he trails off and kisses you.

“No weddings themed after a movie you’ve worked on,” you insisted, and he smiles.

“I can make that agreement. Too bad we can’t have an Australian sunset themed wedding. I swear, you had never looked better to me than you did in that sunset.”

You keep the kiss brief, because you must. You cannot lose yourself in him, and let this moment go by like the years that passed while you were too lost in each other to think straight. You can both taste wine on each other’s lips, and you can’t help but think back to a time you don’t talk about, when Austin, your boy, saw you in the glow of a sunset in Australia.

Once upon a time, Austin Butler knew you as his best friend. He wasn’t sure how it happened, except to say that you met much like the two beautiful main characters of a romcom meet; at a coffee shop, on a sunny LA morning. The only thing that stood in the way of the two of you riding the wave of butterflies that always comes from meeting someone who will be important to you for years to come, was that his girlfriend didn’t like you. And he hated your boyfriend.

Still you became fast friends, helping each other through good times and bad; he held you through every shitty thing Dalton put you through, and you talked him back to Vanessa every time he was struggling. The two of you were thick as thieves, practically able to read each other’s minds.

Elvis, however, changed everything. The role was everything Austin had worked for, and you held his hand through the audition process. You were the one, after all, who told him that he absolutely had to have the role. He knew he couldn’t have done it without your help and your belief in him, and as the audition process dragged on, he realized that he had been falling in love with you. He was halfway to offering you his life in exchange for one dinner date by the time he realized his feelings had begun to grow, and when it came time to be separated from you to go to Australia, he knew that he had missed his chance.

He and Vanessa were struggling. Dalton was treating you like shit. Your work was ramping up, and you were meeting interesting men and women. He was leaving, and was likely to keep himself in the Elvis mindset by cutting off contact with the outside world.

That was the reason he gave you, anyway.

The truth was that you kept him tied to himself.

You were a part of his soul, and if he allowed himself to be consciously aware of you and your love for him in his daily life, he would never be able to let go fully, like he promised the King he would be able to do, so he left you without a real goodbye. He could hear he tears in your eyes when you left him a voicemail saying goodbye to him, wishing him the best, and begging him to call when he could.

He eventually did, but not often. You understood he was busy but you were so afraid the distance between you was more than just the monumental legacy of Elvis Presley and the physical distance between Australia and Los Angeles. You were afraid you’d been too obvious. Too affectionate. Too much in love.

You had no way of knowing that his growing love for you was keeping him distracted, and he wanted to focus. He wanted to get this just right, and make you proud.

But then everything shut down, and he felt alone, and isolated. No physical affection, no family, no friends, no Vanessa.

No you.

Olivia was, as he had told her time and time again, a great friend. She knew how much the distance was taking a toll on him, even when filming resumed and she and Austin slept together a few times, in character.

They both knew they shouldn’t, but she knew that he told you about it, so she didn’t feel quite as guilty as she would if he’d lied. He knew that you were back with Dalton, your ex, but even so, she had to quickly adjust to the fact that when they weren’t fucking or working, Austin Butler, or the combination of Austin and Elvis that now occupied Austin’s body, would only discuss you when pressed about his personal life. She didn’t mind, even facetimed you a few times on her own, and you got to be friends as well. Sharing a bed with a man and trying to ensure his happy ending with someone else should have been weird, but Olivia could, and did, handle it with grace and warmth.

Austin, however, had good and bad days. Giving Olivia the heads up when they were coming up on filming the scene wherein Elvis grieves his mother, sobbing in her closet, was a good idea, and showed keen protective instincts on Baz’s part.

“Try to be here for him, you’re what he needs right now,” he advised. Olivia knew that Baz, while just trying to help Austin and look after him, was dead wrong. He needed someone else.

That night, alone in her trailer, Olivia picked up her phone, tried not to gag at the price of plane tickets, made arrangements privately for a round trip package, then made the call.

When Olivia called, you’d hesitated; you had no faith in the idea that you were the one that could help him through this, though you knew his grief would be immense. When you stepped off the plane in Australia, any thoughts of seeing the sights vanished. This was the biggest day, personally, of Austin’s time on set, and he needed you. More than that, you missed him. The car waiting for you takes you to set, and Olivia meets you, opening your door nearly before the car comes to a full stop.

She hands your bag to the production assistant walking by, instructing that it go to Austin’s dressing room.

“Time Zones are weird, what’s happening? What time is it?” you ask, knowing you could look at your phone, but you are severely disoriented. Getting on a plane, getting off a plane, and being dragged around a Baz Luhrmann film set was a lot to take in, and yet all you wanted was Austin.

“It’s noon, they’re already on set, come on,” she says quietly, and you follow. Thankfully you’d had time to change on the plane so you’re in a soft, comfortable maxi dress, and you don’t feel like you stick out like an ugly sore thumb. When you walk onto the set, Baz does a double take at seeing you with Olivia.

“You’re y/n?” he asks with a smile.

“I am, nice to meet you in person, Baz,” you grin and he gives you a hug.

“He’s out of sight, we’re gonna start soon. If you wouldn’t mind, just. Hang back? He’s in that delicate headspace, just let him do his thing, and we’ll get you to him as soon as possible,” he says quietly. You agree and Olivia finds you both a quiet space to watch and wait where he can’t see you.

“Liv, the two of you have something,” you say quietly. “You can do this, you’re the one he wants,” your voice nearly cracks but you hold steady. Why had you gotten on a plane just to watch your best friend rely on the person he loves, who isn’t you?

“What we have is a job to do, and Elvis and Priscilla. This isn’t about what Elvis wants, this is about what Austin needs.”

You want to retort but you can’t, because Baz called for quiet on set. There was a pause, and then the scene is rolling. Tom, dressed impeccably as the colonel, walked up the stairs, the camera following, and there’s Austin. He looks so different, but also the same. It’s comforting, until the heart-wrenching sob wracks his whole body. Olivia has to physically restrain you the entire time, and tears pour down your face. It’s against your DNA to do nothing when Austin is suffering, and yet you are forced to. When Baz calls cut, Austin sniffles, unable to stop crying. His body is shaking, and the sobs don’t stop.

“Little Mama?” he whines desperately, in that low Elvis drawl, and you look at Olivia.

“He’s asking for you,” you whisper, throat closing with tears. She shakes her head.

“No, he’s really not. He never calls me that.”

“He calls me that?” you ask, incredulously.

“Go. Help him,” she insists, dodging the question but quieting your fears. You stand on shaky legs, and look to Baz as you pass by. He nods.

“Go on, girl,” he says quietly, and you step on to the set. You approach slowly, and kneel down in front of him. His face is hidden, still sitting in that desperate little hunched over attempt to make himself smaller. You place your hand in his hair, and take a deep breath.

“It’s okay, Sweet boy,” you whisper and his face whips up.

“Oh my god, y/n” he sobs, but it looks on his tense frame like a sigh of relief, and his arms wrap around you the way Elvis wanted to wrap his arms around his mother. He clings to you, practically knocking you over, but you hold strong. You’re on your knees, and he holds on to you, pressing his face into your stomach, your chest, your neck, as though he’s afraid you would vanish. You push away the inescapable knowledge that this is public, and a whole set of people are watching their lead actor crawl all over a girl no one had ever seen before as though she can save him. He clung to you, and you held him tightly.

“You’re here, you came for me, I missed you, I miss her,” he sobs almost nonsensically against you.

“I will always come for you, I will always be here,” you soothe him,

You pay the spectators no mind; you are here, with Austin, his face in your neck, the two of you crying into each other. You know it should register that you’ve missed him, and this is the end of missing him, but it doesn’t because now that you’re holding him, and he’s crying and murmuring to you, it’s as though you never left. The emotionally charged moment had you both leaping fearlessly from best friends into whatever this was now. Baz called to clear the set, and you go to stand up, but Austin pulls you back down.

“Stay!” he sobs.

“Austin, we have to go,” you whisper. “I’m not going anywhere, but we have to go, okay?” you hum, hands carding through his soft hair.

“Promise, Mama?” he asks, and it rocks you to your core.

“Promise, baby,” you whisper before you can really register that’s what you’re doing. He nods, and you take his hand, leading him away with his head on your shoulder.

You get him to his trailer, and you slowly get him out of his costume. He whines and stops your hands.

“What-”

“If this gets messed up because of me, they will throw me out of here. Let’s get you cozy,” your words sound robotic as you undress him, and he whines as you hurry through it.

“I’m sorry, Aust, it’s over soon,” you assure him, but he shakes his head, and grabs your hands again.

“Slow,” he says softly. “Slower.” He leans in and you know what he’s doing two seconds before he does it, and you do nothing to stop him. His lips land on yours and you lean into him for as long as you can before you pull away.

“You’re sleeping with Olivia!” you whine, covering your face with your hands. “This is a horrible time for us, Austin, please-”

“Elvis is sleeping with Priscilla,” he sniffs, and his eyes are flooded tears. “It’s me and you now, always been me and you,” he whispers, and you freeze in complete shock.

“Austin,” you bite your lip. It hadn’t always been the two of you. It had been you and Dalton, and him and Vanessa. If this was his confession, it was a poorly timed one. But he looked so out of sorts that you couldn’t leave him now, and you couldn’t ask him to talk this out. You couldn’t hurt him by turning away, so you buried it, and let it hurt you instead. He kisses between your breasts, and looks at you.

“Make it stop, Mama, make it go away, make it stop hurting,” he begs. “Just once.”

You knew that was a lie. It wouldn’t be just once, because you couldn’t let it be just once. If you were going to be his once, you were his perpetually. Chronically, pathologically his, forever more.

“Okay, baby,” you hear yourself saying, and you finish undressing him, not slowly, but rather less clinically than you had begun. The touches were loving and gentle, instead of mechanically goal oriented. When at last he is naked, his hands slide gently up your arms, leaving goose bumps in their wake, and he slides the straps of your dress down your arms, past your hands, until the fabric pools at your feet. He unclasps your bra and attaches his lips to your breast, fondly kissing and licking at you so intimately that heat pools between your legs. His nimble fingers push your panties aside and he moans throatily when he feels how hot and wet you are. He pulls his fingers away, and sucks them into his mouth.

“That’s even better than I pictured.” His voice is rough and ragged with raw need and tears.

“You pictured me? My taste?” you ask, staring at him in disbelief.

“More than I should have. For longer than I’ve had the courage to just ask the question,” he blushes, and you gently guide him to his bed. Sweet words are knives in your heart, because they are loaded with falsehoods. The lies aren’t malicious; he is grieving, he is out of his mind, he is living with a beautiful ghost in his head. The very reasons why he can’t be blamed are the very reasons you cannot trust a single thing that comes out of his mouth. He may love you, he may not. If he loves you, there’s no way in this moment to calculate how long. Elvis wasn’t faithful to Priscilla, you knew. Maybe you weren’t even getting into bed with Austin. There is no way to know from what place this need for you has erupted,, but it’s not from thoughts that can be picked apart and interrogated. His heart is full of feelings he cannot give weight to now. You look at his beautiful begging damp eyes and his fingers damp with his spit and your slick, and you know you left your reservations back home in California. Why else would you have come, if not to love him?

When he is laid back on the mattress, you move closer, clocking his trembling, grasping fingers as you stack pillows behind him, and help him sit upright against them.

“Get comfy, baby,” you smile warmly at him. The adoration of him behind the smile would fuel a river of tears if not for your instincts to make this good for him. He’s laid out on his bed, sinking into the pillows and looking at you. The golden, sculpted planes of his body are yours to behold, and you can’t deny that he is beautiful. His cock is gorgeous as the rest of him, and it looks as though it hurts, he’s so hard. You slowly remove your panties, and he whines, biting his lip.

“Come here, please,” he begs and you get on the bed, kneeling between his legs.

“Do you want me to take the edge off, or do you want me now, as you are?” you ask, and he tugs you close.

“Want to hold you for this part,” he moans into your mouth, and you line him up with your eagerly awaiting entrance before sinking down on him. His gasp and choked moan of your name is the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard, and you fall forward a little onto him. His arms wrap around you as you begin to ride him, and his face presses between your breasts, kissing and licking, all the while he holds you tenderly but tightly.

“Austin! Baby!” you moan and his hips buck up, pressing his cock against your spot. You roll your hips to keep up that pressure as you move on top of him.

“Sweet girl, pretty baby, Mama,” he hums, murmuring pet names and sweet nothings at you as his cock twitches inside you. He clings to you mindlessly as you ride him, and his little moans only turn you on even more. This is primal desire, and his lack of self awareness only drives him to the brink of launching the both of you off some unnameable cliff better than any love confession ever could. His words of love were doubtable, his intentions muddied by emotion, but his body doesn’t lie. His worship is inescapable, and his love for you is in every movement and every needy kiss. This is a man in love, writhing beneath you, crying for you, needing you like he needs air to breathe. The longer you ride him, the more he clings to you, and your walls tighten around him greedily. This is home for you. Across the world from your comfortable bed, you found home with Austin. You ride him more enthusiastically, but still gently, rolling your hips and sinking down on to him deeper somehow, until you feel him everywhere. You’ve never felt so in control and consumed simultaneously, and it drives you closer to sweet release. Austin pulls you in for a hungry kiss, hands in your hair, and when he lets out a desperate sob and sinks his teeth into your bottom lip, you cum with a moan that is swallowed in his hungry kisses.

“Austin… Baby…” you whine and he bucks his hips up, his motions stuttering and eager for more.

“Close, Mama, please!” he begs, tears pouring down his face, which reads of pornographically intense pleasure. You try your best to squeeze his aching cock with your velvet soft walls, but your body aches with exhaustion. However, just being inside you as you recover from pleasure he gave you seems to be enough for him, and he cums with a soft whine, lips attached to your neck and he bites down a little as his body tenses then relaxes, melting into you in the afterglow. When he has stilled, and has collapsed against the soft sheets, he looks up at you and you almost throw up at the look in his eyes. The sadness is back, but it’s a different kind.

“Would you stay if I asked real nice?” he asks and you nod.

“My plane doesn’t leave until tomorrow anyhow,” you whisper, voice rough with pleasure and overwhelming thoughts swirling in your head.

“If…” he swallows thickly, looking away from you, but his hands still burn like brands on your skin. “If it was me asking, if it wasn’t about the fucking plane, would you stay?” he asks.

“Austin, let’s not play the what-if game now,” your tone leaves no room for argument and he nods, jaw tightening.

“I’m never gonna see you again after you walk out that door,” he says coldly, and you flinch back.

“Why would you say that?” Tears well in your eyes as you stare at him in disbelief.

“You basically just did. You can’t wait to get out of here,” he retorts and you shake your head.

“That’s not true. It’s just, this is all a little loaded, honey,” you explain, getting off of him, and using a shaking hand to ease his sensitive cock out of you. “But I can promise you that my reasons for wanting to table whatever this is, of my many many reasons, none of them have anything to do with hating you,” you assure him and he smiles a little.

“Promise?” he asks, looking at you with that smile that is so purely Austin. He’s in his right mind now, and you can use this time to ease the ache.

“I promise, Austin. It’s you and me. I got on a plane. You’d do the same for me, let’s leave it there for now, and get in the shower, alright?” you help him up and cup his jaw tenderly, kissing him quickly, then more softly and with care. Your lips tell of an internal struggle, the mountain you climbed to get here, and the tension in his body leaves as he gets the message.

All in good time, you’re saying to each other. We will be worth the time.

When you finally bring yourselves to tear away from the kiss, you drag him with you into a cramped, but intimate, shower, and you bathe him with all the tenderness with which you’ve always imagined he’d treat you, and he doesn’t disappoint in kind. His hands are satin soft, and as gentle as a warm hug, but it’s just his fingers on your waist. You nearly cry and you turn to him, and he’s looking at you with some fierce kind of obsession, and you have to kiss him until the water runs cold to avoid the words threatening to tumble from both of your mouths.

When you get out of the shower, he dries you both off, and as you get into bed, the low southern drawl drags like sandpaper in your ear as he pulls you to him.

“Bed time, Mama, let me take ya t’bed,” he purrs, and he is lost to you. You crawl into bed with him, the both of you pawing at each other like teenagers, and you finally fall asleep after endless hours of touching, teasing, and biting kisses covered up the rose colored glasses you’d donned to get yourself here.

When Austin woke, he was alone in the bed. You’re still there, but you’re packing, quickly, clearly trying to sneak out.

“Where ya runnin of to, Mama?” he asks, voice and eyes bleary with sleep.

“My plane is leaving, Austin, I gotta go,” You say quickly, avoiding his eyes.

“Don’t go,” he says softly, and you look at him.

“We were never intended to see each other like this,” you tell him firmly, but with kindness. “I’ll call you when I get home, okay?”

“Don’t do this, okay?” he snaps, sitting upright. “Just, wait!” He is desperate, clinging to what probably never should have occurred.

“The plane is leaving, Aust. And right now, between staying here and being on that plane, I’d rather fly far far away from this.”

“From me,” he huffs coldly. “Fine.”

“From you barely being yourself. From you sleeping with Olivia. From me cheating on Dalton, which I just did. This isn’t-”

His arms around you cut you off, and he inhales deeply when his face buries in your hair.

“You’re still my best friend. Don’t take that away now,” his voice is muffled but you can hear the hurt, and more than that you can feel it in the way he trembles in your arms as you hold him.

“If I were taking that away, I’d be gone by now. But this probably shouldn’t have happened, and you have work to do. You can’t be Elvis Presley if Austin Butler is trying to woo me,” you kiss him one more time. “You need to get back in the headspace where you love Priscilla, and wear jumpsuits, and hate your manager, and make beautiful music, and make people laugh, cum, and cry,” you tease playfully.

“Did all three last night. Can ya stay?” he asks softly.

“I need you to know this with me, Austin. Face reality with me, so I’m not so alone. This isn’t how we’re supposed to be. You gotta let me go,” you sob, kissing him once more. He kisses you back and sits back down on the bed, hands still on your waist as he looks up at you, his hands curling in your shirt.

“If you don’t call when you land-” He says in a warning tone, and you nod.

“I know, I know,” you smile and hug him tight, before pulling away, and grabbing your bag. “Be good, Austin.”

“You too,” he smiles. It is a sad smile but it fills both of you with a temporary peace, and with that, you are gone.

“So you came home, and you waited, and you lied to everyone, and you took a pregnancy test," he summarizes, breathing through his nose. "If it had been positive, what would you have done?” he asks, kissing you softly and handing you a list of bakeries, silently pointing out the two he prefers. He's still discussing this heavy thing, but his mind has wandered, perhaps out of self preservation, to cake. At least discussing it hadn't driven him away for good.

“What any woman would have done,” you answer softly. “I would have let you be the perfect vessel for the immense spirit of Elvis Presley and tell you the second I could without ruining the greatest thing that’s ever happened to you.”

He frowns a little and holds you tighter.

“I wanna be clear as I have been about anything," he sighs heavily. "That isn't what every woman would have done. And I don’t love that answer, but it does make me love you even more,” he hums, and he looks up at you. “By the way, Baby,” he kisses you gently and tucks your hair behind your ear.

“Second best thing,” he smiles warmly, and pulls you into a kiss that makes you forget all about planning a wedding you couldn’t be more excited for.

"By the way, you were right," he nuzzles you as his hands dance along your waist, and wander to your ass. "It was better to wait."

"And you are worth every moment I waited," you assure him, and the look on his face when he hands you a photo of the tie he'd like to wear when he marries you is all you need to prove that talking about it was the right thing to do.

[goth-oatmilk-latte]

is there a story behind meeting new Mr oatmilk that you want to share w the class?<3 (ps he sounds like a well deserved upgrade)

sure!! so btw he took the photos of me at the cemetery/my current pfp!!

him and i have actually known each other for probably like 6 years or so. when we first met, he was married and we didnt really talk we just had a lot of mutual friends bc we like the same music and go to a lot of the same shows and we would just see each other in passing. he ended up telling me he was intrigued by me bc i had done a photoshoot and my pfp when we met was me holding a butcher knife in a wednesday addams outfit, and he said he knew i had to be an interesting person from that alone. he is quite shy though. we would also see each other places but never really said more than hi to one another. he got divorced in 2020, we talked a little then, but not really. then he dated his now most current ex, more or less bc she basically cornered him into a relationship while he was just getting over his divorce and homegirl needed a place to stay. hes told me he regrets it and said he literally should have kept trying with me bc being shy with me would have been a hell of a lot better than how things worked out for the 2.5 years of abuse she put him through. (his words)

last year we started talking a lot bc he was posting a lot of concerning stuff to his insta private story and so i kind of talked him thru his abusive relationship he was currently in and he mentioned he really needed a close friend. we ended up becoming gym partners for a bit before both our now exs went batshit over it and our friendship as a whole. and we stopped talking for a bit...and then we would talk a little here and there. and we both mutually agreed we were both in shit relationships.

around may, he texted me and told me him and his ex finally broke it off after months of him trying (long story) but he still wanted to at least be my friend again bc he missed me a lot. and i told him i was also dealing with more or less trying to leave my fiance. this is actually around the time i found the flashdrive full of nudes from other women ex mr oatmilk was keeping from me. and i finally left mr oatmilk after he tried to go thru my phone while i was in the shower, which prompted an argument about why it didnt matter who i was friends with bc he couldnt stop entertaining other women and i even pulled out the flashdrive and was like yeah im done.

so me and new mr oatmilk started hanging out more. he would go on walks with me after work. or we would go back to being gym buddies. or we would grab dinner. go to a bookstore. i helped him pick out stuff for his new apartment.

i asked him if he wanted to go see the cure with me at the end of last month and he surprised me by paying for a 2 night hotel stay for us instead of us just driving 2 hrs. and thats also when we went to the cemetery to walk around bc he knew id like it. thats pretty much when we decided we were actually an item.

i helped him move into a new apartment last weekend. and tonight im surprising him with making him dinner. ive pretty much stayed over since he moved in, which is funny bc he got a smaller bed than he would normally get bc he originally told me he didnt wanna feel lonely since it's just him...but he has only spent like one night alone since living there lol.

whats really fucked up tho is his ex is always trying to instigate with me...from doxing me in a bar bathroom, to literally driving by his new place to see if i am there. and shes friends with my ex now too. she's harassed me via text and social media, too. but it's fine, i dont usually engage. which pisses her off.

him and i are happy 🥰 hes honestly lovely.

[veronica-sawyers-monocle]

❄ tomura shigaraki x female reader

❄ warnings: nonconsensual sexual content but it turns out they enjoy it :O

❄ author’s note: i had no clue where this was going as i was writing it so i hope you guys like it. i just needed to write something smutty with shigaraki and this just felt right to me.

You hated the cold. Seeping into your bones, freezing you from the inside out. After years of perfecting your quirk, you still struggled the most to alter cold climates. Keeping the harsh snow and sleet at bay drained your strength. Cooling things down, creating wind, storms, even altering the composition of the gases in the atmosphere to drain it of oxygen, all those were easier than producing warmth from nothing.

But here you were. Knowing you needed to use your quirk for the number one villain in Japan, Tomura Shigaraki. You wouldn’t be in this situation if you hadn’t dropped out of UA. But the past was the past; you made your decision and now you must live with it. Scraping and scrounging for rent and food money all because your stupid ego couldn’t handle being constantly overlooked at school. Your quirk wasn’t very combat-oriented so all you did was make the climate more difficult for enemies to fight in. If you used your quirk it usually affected everyone in the area, even the people on your side.

You were recruited by Shigaraki when he came across you in the middle of creating a windstorm to fuck with some girls doing a photoshoot. He saw himself in you a bit, with your oversized hoodie covering half your face, observing the results of your actions from a park bench. Recognized the defeated, tired look in your eyes. The frustration that came with having a quirk that wasn’t built for heroics. He knew you wouldn’t have any moral scruples in helping a villain. Of course, he never told you any of that. He kept things businesslike always.

“I need you to come with so you can make sure I don’t freeze to death” he told you.

“And from our location we’ll have a vantage point over the entire valley. If we see someone approach I need you to use your quirk to make them stay away from us.”

Seemed easy enough. A reasonable request. Not like you could refuse anyway, and he was offering you a lot of money.

But currently you were exhausted. Hiking up the mountain while keeping the snowstorm at bay using your quirk the whole time had you lagging behind. Shigaraki had no idea of your struggle. He was maintaining a fast pace, intent on reaching a specific outlook point. You admired his determined nature, but he had no consideration for how you might be feeling. Dusk came and went and you still trudged on, growing more and more exhausted as the night went on. The area you could control was shrinking with each passing minute, and you knew that if you kept yourself warm instead of Shigaraki, he would surely throw you off the side of the mountain and leave you for dead.

“Shigaraki, can-can we rest? I dont think i can continue much longer.” You held out to the very last second but you could feel the exhaustion seeping into your bones. You needed food, someplace to sit, any kind of break.

“You can’t keep going for five more minutes?” He griped, not even looking at you or stopping.

“I can but I can’t use my quirk anymore,” you panted, falling to your knees in the snow.

Shigaraki stopped and finally turned around to look at you, his windblown hair obscuring his face. The reflection of the moonlight on the snow illuminated his red eyes, glowing as they stared at you.

“Just walk five more minutes and we’ll camp for the night.” Finally he took pity on you. Or gave you a well-deserved break. Relieved, you got back up to your feet and began slowly walking again.

You were lagging so far behind Shigaraki that when you’d reached him, he already pitched a tent and started a fire. Sitting down on a fallen log, you began warming your hands feverishly. The pair of red eyes were still watching you, disapproving.

“You didn’t even help make it and you’re using my fire?”

Fuck. He was treating you like shit. Exhausted as you were, you still had to say something. He couldn’t do anything to you or else he’d probably die from the conditions.

“Look, Shigaraki,” you started between chattering teeth. “You asked me to help you with this so would you please treat me with some respect? I had to use my quirk the entire time coming up this mountain.”

“Look,” he said your name, mocking you. “I hired you to do one thing.” Shigaraki got up and stalked towards you, his figure dark and imposing in the firelight. “Keep me fucking warm with your quirk. I don’t care how cold you are or how tired you get. I have to do my job and I don’t need you being weak.”

Before you could reply, he turned his back on you and stalked into the tent. Shigaraki didn’t want to be that harsh. He just couldn’t trust you yet. Or ever. After all, he just picked you up off the street, taking the risk of assuming you had no ulterior motives in working for him. Eventually, if you wanted, he’d invite you to join the League. Your quirk would be so useful to them…and maybe you’d be useful to him.

He had to admit, he was attracted to you. You had such strength with your quirk, but there was a helpless, innocent nature to your personality that drove him a little crazy. He wanted to put his hands all over you, feel the soft warmth of your body underneath his rough skin. You were completely at his mercy, he thought. No clue of how to get back to the nearest town. This was his ulterior motive.

You didn’t know any of this though. You just thought this guy wanted to use you for the job and nothing else. You trusted him to not do anything to you when you finally crawled inside the tent, seeking warmth and rest for your exhausted body. Shigaraki already had fallen asleep, it seemed. He laid on his side, hair falling across his face and one arm stretched out, reaching towards nothing. Rolling your eyes, you gingerly scooted his arm towards his body to make room for yourself. He was sleeping heavily, the sound of his deep breaths filling the tent. The rhythm was strangely comforting, lulling you to sleep.

Sometime during the night, the feeling of a cold, callused hand against the bare skin of your stomach jolted you awake. You laid there stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do. Alerted to your consciousness by your quickened breaths, Shigaraki pulled you closer to his chest, his raspy voice in your ear.

“You promised you’d keep me warm, didn’t you?” His hand clenched slightly on your skin. You tried to squirm out of his grip but you realized with his quirk, he could destroy you in a second. The only reason he could touch you, you realized, was because of a special glove covering a couple of his fingers that you’d seen earlier.

“Shigaraki, please, can I just sleep right now?”

His hand moved up to cup your bare breast, his warm breath on your neck a contrast to the cold air.

“Mmm, you can, but wouldn’t you rather be awake?” He ground his hips against your ass, forcing you to feel his hardness. He sucked your earlobe, licking around the edge with his tongue. Nonconsensual as it was, you were so sensitive there so you arched your back with pleasure, inadvertently pushing yourself against Shigaraki’s erection. He was warm, warmer than you would have expected, and his larger body felt nice pressed against your back.

He groaned, “Aaahh, you like when I do that?” You sighed breathily as you felt the tip of his cock brush up against your pussy.

“I-it feels good but…why?”

Instead of answering you, he began groping your tits, alternating between them. His rough fingers tugged at your nipples, which were already sensitive and hard from the cold air.

“Why does it feel good? Because you’re a little slut, aren’t you…my little slut now…”

“No, why—ohhh,” you moaned as he began sucking on your neck. “Why are you doing this?” You could tell Shigaraki was inexperienced sexually, his hands were roaming over your torso, greedily fondling every inch of your skin like it was the first and last time he’d ever touch a woman. You hated to admit it, but you loved being touched like this. His movements were clearly driven by pure lust for you. You felt yourself growing wetter with every touch, clenching your thighs every time he ground his clothed cock against you.

He never answered your question, but it didn’t matter. Didn’t matter why his hand had slipped into your underwear, spreading your wetness everywhere, rubbing you, and then slipping those same fingers into your mouth. Demanding you to suck on them. It didn’t matter because you loved it all.

“Mmm…want you inside me,” you whispered. He froze immediately at your words, shocked that you wanted him.

“R-really? I thought…”

“You can’t do all this and expect me to not get turned on,” you mumbled, shy to admit it to him. It had been awhile since you’d gotten any action, your last hookup was with a lame UA boy a couple years ago. And now here you were, the number one villain desperately wanting to get into your pants. You turned around so that you were facing each other and looked at his flushed face, then saw the huge tent in his pants.

“I thought I’d…have to force you…” he trailed off his sentence, clearly ashamed.

“That’s fucked up, Shigaraki. You’re fucking lucky I liked it, otherwise…well, I guess all you’d have to do is threaten to kill me and I’d have to do whatever you wanted.” He looked dejected at your response and sat up, putting a pillow over his bulge to hide himself.

“I-I’m sorry…I wouldn’t kill you, I promise,” he didn’t meet your eyes, his embarrassment was obvious. He looked back up at you through his wavy hair. “You said you liked it?” He asked hesitantly. You nodded in response.

“No girl has said she liked it before…” Shrugging, you told him you did.

He took that as an invitation to continue, smashing his lips against yours in a messy, heated kiss. He climbed on top of you, propping himself up on his elbows while you laid down, tangling your hands in his long hair. Shigaraki’s lower half pressed flush against yours, grinding into you hungrily. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pulled him closer to feel his erection grind against your pussy, giggling when he had to stop kissing you because he was moaning too much. You felt the wetness from his precum through both his boxers and your underwear, he was so aroused by you. Wanting to see more of him, you pushed his shirt up, rubbing your palms all over his torso. He was skinny, yet there was defined muscle underneath his pale, scarred skin. His body twitched as you trailed your fingers down each of his v-lines, teasing him by going towards his pelvis and then tracing back up again. 

Shigaraki’s head was thrown back in pleasure, his mouth open and eyes half closed, still wanting to see your pretty, innocent face looking up at him. 

“Touch my cock...please...” He was begging you for it. 

Slowly, you pulled down his boxers, tugging the fabric over his sensitive tip and forcing a gasp from his throat. You almost drooled looking up at it, he was so fucking hard and turned on. Thick and long, with a couple of veins running towards the red, slick tip of it. You saw it jerk up a bit on its own, a little droplet falling from the tip onto your stomach. Not able to resist anymore, you put your hand into your underwear and gathered up some of your own wetness before you began to stroke him with it. Shigaraki let out a soft whimper as he thrusted roughly into your hand. 

“Wow, you really did want this, huh,” you whispered, making eye contact with him as you said it. 

“Yes, I--I wanted it so bad, please let me fuck you, I want your pussy, fuck, I want it so bad right now, want to cum in you and fill you up,” He was almost incoherent, hips bucking into your fist, eyes glazed over, drool running down his chin. 

Shigaraki grabbed you by your hips and you let him flip you over so your ass was facing him, your dripping hole begging for his cock. He made sure you were prepared by sticking two fingers in you suddenly; it was a tight fit, but you thrusted yourself back and forth on them, hungry for anything to be inside of you. He removed his fingers and dug his hands into your soft flesh, squeezing it with a lust that never seemed to abate. In one rough thrust, he shoved his fat cock into you, groaning when he felt your hot, wet walls sucking him in.

His chest was pressed against your back as he pinned you to the floor, his breath heavy in your ear. He thrust into you, rough and deep, barely able to keep a steady rhythm because he was so focused on lasting more than a couple of strokes.

“Fuck, take my big cock…ohhh…you’re so fucking wet,” he kept talking into your ear, moaning between his words.

“Shigaraki…rub my clit please,” you breathed out between his aggressive thrusts, and he reached a hand underneath you almost immediately. The stimulation from his long fingers made you clench around his thick length, it felt so good to Shigaraki and he couldn’t control himself. He bit into your shoulder hard, almost growling when you let out a sharp scream.

“Mmm fuck, bet that feels nice,” he panted between messy thrusts. “Feels so good around me, I fucking love this pussy, wanna make it mine, no one else can have it.”

No one else can have it.

His greedy hands palming your breasts, roaming over your ass, grabbing at it. Shigaraki really couldn’t get enough of you. Slowing his thrusts when he got too close to his orgasm to prolong both your pleasure, then gradually moving back to a faster pace. Your arousal was dripping onto the floor of the tent, knees bruised from resting on the hard ground for so long. Pain mixing with overwhelming pleasure.

Soon, Shigaraki couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He flipped you onto your back and pulled his impossibly hard cock out, stroking it fast until he came, groaning loudly, spilling himself onto your stomach. For awhile, he knelt there holding his twitching cock, eyes closed in bliss and unaware that you still had yet to orgasm.

You cleared your throat, hoping he’d notice you hadn’t finished.

“Did-did you cum?” You shook your head.

“I’ll fix that.”

Still breathing hard, he knelt down and began licking his cum off your torso and breasts, leaving soft kisses all over your skin. Simultaneously, he reached a hand down and slipped two fingers into your soaked pussy, thrusting at your G spot while the heel of his palm brushed your clit with every stroke.

“I’m sorry I didn’t make you finish,” he murmured in your ear, multitasking while fingering you. “Your pussy was so good I couldn’t resist.”

“It-it’s alright I-I think I’m about to…” Your breathing came harder and harder as he worked you to your finish, sloppy, wet sounds filling the tent again.

He had you thrusting up into his touch, as desperate for release as he was. As you came all over his fingers, you held on to his wiry arms for leverage, moaning and gasping uncontrollably.

“Am I making you cum?” His eyes were wide, looking down at you convulsing from his touch.

“Mhm,” you managed.

“Holy shit, wow, that was so hot…” Shigaraki was just about hard again from that, even though it barely took any time. You giggled, smiling at him and lazily stroking his cock, not able to get enough of this man.

“Fuck, I want to go again but we need to sleep,” he said begrudgingly.

Looking down at you, he saw that you’d fallen asleep, your hand dropping from his cock. You looked so peaceful like that, his spit and cum still smeared on you making your skin glisten. Shigaraki turned to go to sleep, pulling a blankets over himself, but at the sound of you sighing in your sleep, he took a couple of blankets and draped them carefully over your unconscious form.

He secretly wanted to hold you as he slept, but he was done forcing you to do anything.

[nightowlfandom]

Possesive! Jeon Jungkook- Only Mine....

HEY GUYS!

SO ANON ASKS

Your new promp list had me 🥵🥵🥵 if it’s ok can I request numbers 1, 3, 34, 79 with jealous best friend JJK snapping after seeing you around boys all the time? You can choose if you want it noncon or dubcon 🥵

OMG I GLAD YOU LIKE IT! OKAY LETS GET RIGHT TO IT! (Also since I don’t do non-con, I’ll make it consensual. Just a heads up)

1- Look at me when I fuck you!

3- I said FUCKING BEG!

34- I feel like the angrier you get at me, the harder I fuck you.

79- Stay the night with me…I don’t care if it will ruin our friendship.

CHECK OUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!

LEGGO!

...

“Kookie!” You ran up to your bestie as he walked out of the airport terminal.

“Y/N!” he practically dropped his duffel bag as he wrapped his arms around your wait. He hoisted you off the ground. He buried his head in the crook of your neck. “My Y/N, I missed you.”

“I missed you more.” you laughed as he tightened his arms around you.

“And I get you all to myself- he began.

“Y/N!” you heard an onslaught of voices. Taehyung, Hoseok, Seokjin and the other guys all crowded around you. You were pulled out of Jungkook’s hug into Namjoon.

“Guys!” you smiled. “I missed you all too!”

“Damn, you should’ve seen Jungkook! He bolted out of the plane!” Hoseok laughed.

“Maybe because I wanted to see my Y/N.” he grumbled in reply. “Give her back!”

“No way!” Yoongi scoffed. “You can have her back after we get dinner.”

Jungkook glared as his friends. How dare they just take you from him?! 

“You guys!” you laughed. “We’re making a scene!” you said as their fans caught sights of you. They all seemed infuriated. “You’re fans are gonna-”

“Our fans aren’t gonna do shit.” Jungkook glared into the crowd. “Let them try.” he seethed. He snatched you back into his embrace. “I’ll protect you, love.”

You nodded shyly as Kookie led you to the front of the airport.

...

“Okay weirdos! Dinner is served!” you held the giant box of takeout. “Noodles for Yoongi, Taehyung! Rice Cakes for Seokjin, Namjoon and Hobi. For Jimin, some Extra Spicy Tofu Stew. and For Jungkook and I, fried rice!” you put the box on the coffee table.

Jungkook smirked, of course he went out of his way to make sure no one ordered the same thing as you. He made sure you had ordered last so he could order the same thing. 

“Shit, they gave me way too much Bulgogi.” Namjoon seethed. “Y/N, wanna split with me? I don’t think I’ll be able to eat all of this.” Namjoon looked at you who had already settled. 

“Oh. Sure!” you smiled. 

Namjoon shot Jungkook a mean spirited smile. “In your face, asshole.” he said with his eyes, even though the words never escaped his lips

DAMNIT! Jungkook felt his fist clench. He rolled his eyes. “Hey! Y/N! Pass me a napkin will ya?”

“Oh. yeah.” you threw a napkin his way before resuming your conversation with Yoongi. 

Jungkook watched as Yoongi traced his fingers on your wrists as he spoke to you.  His face hardened into a glare. Everyone knew he liked you, but until he made his move they wouldn’t care. 

...

To say he was pissed was an understatement. He was practically steaming at the ears.

“Why were you with Hoseok?” he asks as he stormed through his room door, a hand tightly wrapped around your wrist. Surprising but not painful.

“He needed help shopping for an outfit for a photoshoot?” you raised a brow. “Why?”

“Don’t bullshit me! You were on a date!”

“Okay first of all even if I was, what business of yours is that?” you crossed your arms. “You’ve been acting pretty weird these past few days and I don’t like it!”

“I DON’T LIKE YOU PARADING YOURSELF AROUND LIKE A-”

“I dare you to fucking finish that sentence.” you warned. “You can forget you had a friend if you do.” You backed towards the door.

Jungkook grew more and more agitated. “Y/N I’m sorry.” he ran a hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean to say that.”

“Why are you acting so weird?” you sighed. “Do you not like me anymore?”

“No!!” he looked at you as if you had lost your mind. “Y/N I LOVE YOU!” he blurted out. “I’ve loved you for five fucking years ever since we met!!” he spilled his heart out. “and y-you’re putting me in an uncomfortable position!”

“Huh?” you could barely register what he said before he stormed up and captured your mouth is a kiss. 

‘Kookie!” you were surprised to say the least. “You just- Hmm.” he didn’t give you time to talk as he kissed you again, wrapping his arms tightly around you. He ran his fingers down your spine, holding you close.

You would have been over cloud nine...if you weren’t so angry.

“WAIT A MINUTE.” you forced yourself to step back from him. “FIVE YEARS?” you exploded. “FIVE FUCKING YEARS AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME! YOU LET ME BELIEVE YOU ONLY SAW ME AS A FRIEND FOR FIVE MISERY FILLED-...”you began pacing back and forth as you lashed out on your friend.

Jungkook just watched as you drug him for filth, calling him every name in the book.

“YOU ASSHOLE! I’VE BEEN TRYING TO HIDE MY FEELINGS AND YOU JUST COME OUT THE WATER AND TELL ME THAT- OH YOU PEICE OF-” Jungkook finally had enough and cornered you against the nearest wall.

“...I feel like... I feel like the angrier you get at me, the harder I fuck you. “ he mused aloud. “You’re in love with me? And you didn’t tell me?” he raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that somethin-”

"I am still mad at you.” you sneered. “After tonight you are dead to me.”

“Am I ?” he cooed. “So you don’t want me to...” he began fumbling with your jeans, unfastening the button with one hand. 

“What are you doing?” your eyes widened. You were now more shocked that angry. “Don’t you dare-...” you felt the pads of his fingers along the line of your clothed slit. 

“What? Was that a moan I just heard?” he smirked. “Come on Y/N I know you can be louder than that. Maybe if you beg enough, I’ll make you cum.” he creeped into the waistband of your panties. “Come on...beg me honey.”

“I refuse.” you looked away. “Y-you can go fu-fuuuhh-” you felt the pads of his fingers. 

“I said fucking beg.” he sneered, pressing his body up against yours. “Stop being so damn stubborn. Let me hear those sounds you think nobody hears when you finger yourself in the bathrooms at midnight.”

“How did you-”

“You stink at being quiet.” he bit his lip. “Come on.” he spoke in a babyish voice, rubbing your clit. “This is how you do it to yourself, right?”

“J-jungkook.” you whimpered. “W-what are you-”you cut yourself off as you felt his fingers slip into your wetness. A loud moan erupted from your lungs. 

“Yeah, that’s it. That’s fucking it.” he growled. “Moan like that some more.” he slowly thrust his fingers in and out of you. “Are you thinking about me when you thrust those pretty fingers into that-”

“Don’t say it! That’s a dirty word!” you warned, while ironically mewling like a little kitty cat.

“Don’t say what? That pussy? That cunt? That soaking wet womanhood you got down there. The same pussy that’s asking me to shove my dick in there?” he smirked as he spoke.

“You d-dick!” you leaned forward, your head falling on his shoulder. “S-such as asshole.”

“  Look at me when I fuck you with my fingers.” he demanded. “Or I’ll stop completely.”

You shyly lifted you head. Jungkook thought you were so adorable and truth be told he wouldn’t have stopped. To know that you obeyed anyways was so relieving. 

“Shit, I needa taste you real quick.” he moved his fingers from you and yanked down your jeans. “Kick those off for me.”

You instantly obeyed, throwing your jeans and panties off to the side. He lowered himself to his knees. “Shit, look at that.” he wasted no time in driving his tongue into you.

“Hey Jungkook!” there was a knock on the door. Jungkook had pushed you against the door, stopping anyone from opening it. You heard Jimin’s voice.

You glared down at Jungkook with warning. You knew what was gonna happen, but you were scared anyways. 

“Hmmm!” he moaned loudly, driving his tongue deeper into your slit. He sucked at your clit, causing a loud cry to escape you. 

“Umm is Y/N in there with you?” he called. “IS SHE HURT?!”

You tried to talk, but Jungkook had hooked your leg over his shoulder. “Come on, answer him.”

“I-I’m okay!” you found it in yourself to talk. “I’m just...a little busy!” you clenched your fist to focus on something, anything else. “Doing things!”

“Like what?”

“LIKE BEING FUCKED BY ME!” Jungkook yelled back as he rose to his feet, pants dropping around his ankles. He hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You felt his cock slip into your heat. “COME BACK LATER!”

He didn’t wait for an answer as he carried you to the bed, setting you down along with himself. He slowly thrust himself into your wetness. “Damnit Y/N.” he seethed, sucking in a harsh intake of air. “Shit.” his jaw went slack.

“F-fuck.” you whimpered. “Kookie.” you whimpered. 

“Y/N.” you could see the tears of pleasure forming in his eyes. “You feel so- So fucking good. Look at me, p-please?”

You didn’t tear your eyes away from him. You found it hard to. “Jungkook! I- Uh..” you were now a load, crumbling mess.

“I want to kiss you, come here.” he grabbed either side of your face and gave you a slopped kiss, shoving his tongue into your mouth instantly. “Y/N, I’m gonna cum. But I don’t want to until you cum first. So I’m gonna go faster okay?” His eyes bore into yours, noses touching.

You shyly nodded, feeling his thrusts increase. You were hella sensitive, and in love with it. “Jungkook.” you moaned. “It feels-”

“I know.” he kissed you again. “Fuck, cum for me...cum for me please~” he mewled through thrusts.

He didn’t have to tell you twice. A string of curses he had never heard before along with his name spilled from your lips. Jungkook was next to cum, yanking himself from you. He spilled his cum practically all over the place. He collapsed next to you, leaving you both to stare at the ceiling.

“...I should go.”

“ No...Stay the night with me…I don’t care if it will ruin our friendship.“ he breathed out. “Y/N...I-..I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“You should be.” your breath hitched. “Probably would have gotten this out of the way a lot sooner.”

Your grumpy words made him laugh a little. He lazily threw an arm around you and pulled you towards him. “I love you, for real.”

“Promise?”

“Of course. You’re mine. Only mine...”

...

I STILL GOT IT BITCHESSSS

[viastro]

daisies | kim sunwoo

ミ★ synopsis: the best type of revenge is to hurt the person that means the most to them. aka, in which sunwoo is in charge of making you fall in love with him, just to break your heart.

ミ★ genre: angst, some fluff

ミ★ warnings: mentions of vomit, slightly suggestive

ミ★ word count: 10,155

ミ★ pairings: sunwoo x female reader

ミ★ notes: this is dedicated to my other half, @sunlightwoo​ happy birthday gina, i’m so grateful god decided that i shouldn’t be lonely and have you be born three days after me. i know you’ll probably hate me for this oneshot, but i know daises was one of your favorites from me. i love you, my sunshine. no amount of words will ever express just how much you mean to me.

The music is loud against Sunwoo’s ears as he dances with a girl he doesn’t even know the name of, not that he wants to know her name. She turns around and wraps her arms around the back of his neck, giving him a smirk. “Enjoying the view?” 

Sunwoo grins, leaning in towards her ear to whisper, “Maybe.” 

The unknown girl giggles at the ticklish feeling from Sunwoo’s lips, only making his smile wider as he moves closer to ask,

“Wanna get out of here?”

“Sunu! Sunu, we have to go.” Sunwoo curses at the familiar voice, turning around to see Chanhee with a frantic expression on his face, and that’s when he knows it’s serious. “Is it Minji?”

“It’s Minji.” Sunwoo removes himself from the stranger’s arms without another word and follows after Chanhee. They hurry out of the club, the cold spring night air hitting them as they walk. Sunwoo stops for a moment, looking up at the stars as he wonders what could’ve happened. 

“Sunwoo! Come on!” The black haired beauty takes one last breath of the night air, before rushing over to Chanhee’s car.

“Minji, please calm down!” Sunwoo hears as soon as he and Chanhee enter Minji’s house. His eyes widen when he hears a loud crash from upstairs, and he sprints up the stairs fast as he can, bursting in through her bedroom door to see Minji crying while holding a flower vase in hand. Her mom turns to look at Sunwoo helplessly, and he nods his head at her.

“Minji, look at me.” Sunwoo says softly, and she keeps her eyes trained to the floor as she clutches the vase tightly. He takes a few steps closer as Chanhee walks in quietly behind him, choosing to stay back since he knows Sunwoo handles these situations better. “Minji.” 

It’s when she’s about to throw the vase that Sunwoo grabs her wrist to stop her, pulling her into a hug with his other arm. She freezes for a moment, before letting out a small sob into Sunwoo’s shoulder, closing her eyes as she takes in her best friend’s comforting scent. “It’s okay Minji, we’re here. Chanhee and I are here.” 

Chanhee finally walks over, resting his hand on Minji’s back as she cries. He takes a glance at Sunwoo to see him with a stoic expression on his face, eyebrows slightly furrowed as the sounds of Minji’s sobs get louder. 

who the fuck did this to her?

“I always knew Mark was a piece of shit. Can’t believe he’s already showing interest in another girl when you guys just broke up.” Sunwoo grumbles to himself as he places his water back down. The three of them are sitting on Minji’s floor, talking about what caused her breakdown. She lets out a small sigh, running a hand through her hair, “I should’ve listened to your protests from the start. He was too charming though.” 

“That’s how they get you. I mean, look at Sunwoo.” The person in question chokes on his drink, turning to look at his lavender haired best friend with a furrow to his brow.

“Why the fuck am I being brought into this?” 

“He’s a charming ass guy,” Chanhee continues, choosing to ignore Sunwoo. “That’s how he’s able to pull in any person he shows the slightest bit of interest in. Then when he gets what he wants, poof. He’s gone.” Sunwoo chuckles, not finding it in himself to deny Chanhee’s explanation.

Cause he’s right.

Minji’s eyebrows furrow once an idea comes to mind, and she stands up along with the plan forming in her head. Sunwoo and Chanhee look at her with confused expressions on their faces, and she flashes them a small smile. 

“The best type of revenge is to hurt the person that means the most to them. Correct?” The two guys nod at her, not sure where she’s going with this. 

“And Chanhee says that Sunu is a bit of a fuckboy, right?” Sunwoo rolls his eyes at the term, opening his mouth to argue and Minji flashes him a look. He sighs, nodding his head and leaning back onto the bed frame. 

“What if we have Sunwoo swoop in and take the girl Mark’s interested in, have her fall completely in love with our sweet, sweet Sunu. Then he breaks her heart when the task is completed, so not only will Mark feel sad for her, but he’ll feel guilty knowing this wouldn’t have happened if he didn’t move on so fast.” Minji says with a grin, looking at her two friends to see their reactions. Chanhee frowns immediately at the idea, while Sunwoo stares back at Minji with an open-mouthed smirk. 

“We haven’t done anything fun like this in a while, I think it’d be cool.” Minji claps her hands in glee at his response, about to start planning the whole thing when Chanhee intervenes. “I don’t think this is a good idea. I understand revenge on Mark, but why do we have to bring the girl into it? She didn’t do anything wrong to Minji.” 

“I don’t see why not. Don’t be a party pooper Chanhee, just help us plan it out mm?” Chanhee stares at his two best friends, obviously seeing that he won’t be able to get through to them. He lets out a sigh, raising up his hand as a way of saying well, get along with it. 

“Well what I know about this girl is that her name is yln yn. She’s a year younger than us and goes to the same uni. Apparently her and Mark were close when they were in high school, but lost contact when he moved.”

“So his first love basically.” Sunwoo states, and Minji nods at him. “Ding, ding, ding! You’re correct. She works at the flower shop down by that cat café near your guys’ apartment complex.”

“Sounds like you know a lot about her for someone who just got their heartbroken.” Minji slaps the back of Chanhee’s head and he lets out a small whine. Sunwoo chuckles as he watches Chanhee rub the back of his neck, glaring up at Minji.

“Have to know the enemy, don’t I?” She asks with a smirk. Sunwoo takes a sip of his water before turning towards Minji and asking, “So what’s the plan?” 

She bites her lip excitedly, walking over to grab her corkboard and sticky notes. Minji turns back around with a big smile. 

“Here’s what I was thinking…”

“I hope your wife enjoys the bouquet Mr.Lee!” He gives you a big smile, waving bye as he steps out of the shop. You let out a breath, feeling satisfied by another happy customer. Leaning back onto the counter, you grab your water bottle and take a sip, only to immediately choke and spit it back out into the bottle when the door chimes. 

“Hi! Welcome to-” The words die in your throat when you lay eyes on the man who walked in. His black hair is slightly curled over his forehead, plush lips in a small pout as he takes a look around the store. He’s wearing a white turtleneck with a beige overcoat, making it appear as if he just came out of a photoshoot. 

The infamous Kim Sunwoo, a senior at Seoul National University. He’s notorious for sweeping people off their feet in a matter of minutes, being both charming and handsome really works in his favor. You can’t deny that he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, but you’ve heard the rumors.

don’t get pulled in. 

He runs a hand through his hair, flashing you a smile as he steps over to the counter.

oh jesus.

“Hi, I heard you guys make really pretty bouquets?” You nod your head silently, and he cocks his head to the side.

oh BITCH! You’re supposed to speak!

“I mean, I guess so! I’d say bouquets and flower crowns are our specialty.” Sunwoo lets out a small smile, finding you to be a lot cuter than he originally expected. “What’s the occasion?” 

Sunwoo takes a good look at you, analyzing your features as you look at him expectantly. He stares into your eyes, tilting his head when he sees how they sparkle back at him. He’s heard a lot about people holding stars in their eyes, but he never believed it.

Until now.

“Um, sir?” Sunwoo shakes his head, rubbing the back of his neck as he snaps himself out of his daze. You look down at your hands, feeling shy at the fact that you just caught Sunwoo basically checking you out. He grins at your shyness, “It’s my friend’s birthday soon, I wanted to get her something nice.” 

“Okay, well here’s a photobook of our recent bouquets we’ve made, as well as the customer favorites. My favorite flowers are daisies, but I personally like bouquets with sunflowers because,” 

Sunwoo listens attentively as you explain the different bouquets, and the meaning of the flowers added to them. He watches the way your eyes sparkle even more when you talk about something you’re passionate about, even letting out giggles when you look up at him with a bright smile on your face. 

“Well, I suppose I’ll get the sunflower bouquet you recommended to me.” You nod your head, typing in the order into the computer. “Great decision.”

“What time will it be ready tomorrow?” Sunwoo asks, leaning forward onto the counter. You find yourself scooting backwards from the close proximity, choosing to look busy with the computer. “I can have it ready by 12 pm, if that works for you?” The pretty boy nods his head, grinning at your shyness.

this will be a piece of cake, Sunwoo thinks to himself.

“Yeah, that’s perfect. My name is Kim Sunwoo by the way.” You nod your head as you type in his name for the order. Glancing up from the computer screen you see him watching you with an amused expression on his face, and you raise an eyebrow. “Is there something on my face? Shit, it might be the sparkles from that ribbon...” 

Sunwoo giggles at you, shaking his head. “No, there’s nothing on your face, yn.” You raise an eyebrow again, and he smiles. “How do you know my name?” 

He points at your nametag, and you look down at your hands, letting out a small, ah. 

i… am stupid.

“Both silly and beautiful, a great combo.” Your eyes widen at the compliment, realizing you’re about to be one of the people that Sunwoo breaks and that’s when you snap out of it. Sunwoo’s smile drops slightly when he sees you look at him with a serious expression on your face, stark contrast to the shy smile you were sporting previously.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Sunwoo.” He nods his head slowly, giving you a smile before walking out of the shop. You let out a breath, leaning back onto the counter and closing your eyes.

not gonna fall for it.

“It’s been two weeks and you’re telling me she still hasn’t fallen for you yet?” Minji asks Sunwoo as they hangout by the bar. They watch Chanhee from across the club, seeing him giggling with a girl. Sunwoo takes a sip of soju, letting out a sigh as he remembers his failed attempts of asking you on a date.

“No one’s ever said no to me before, so that shit kinda hurt my ego.” Minji rolls her eyes, muttering about how you must either be blind or stupid, or both.

probably both.

“Maybe I should’ve made Chanhee do it.” Sunwoo flashes her a glare, turning away to look around the club. His thoughts keep going back to the first time you turned him down, and he chugs the rest of his soju. 

“Here’s the bouquet! I hope your friend likes them.” You tell Sunwoo with a smile, handing him the delicate yellow bouquet. He grins at the bright assortment, finding them a lot prettier than expected. He glances up at you, finding himself staring into your eyes once again as he says,

“She’ll love them, thank you.” You nod your head, typing into the computer that you’ve given the client the flowers. Sunwoo stands idle for a moment, and you look back at him, wondering why he hasn’t left yet.

“Is there something else-”

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” Your eyes widen, clearly taken aback by his request, before you chuckle, “No thank you.”

“Great! I’ll pick you up at- wait.” You stare at him in amusement as he fumbles over his words. “Did you say no?” 

“I did.”

“Why?” 

“I know the type of guy you are, Sunwoo.” Sunwoo’s shocked expression turns into an amused smile, and you watch as he even lets out a small laugh, shaking his head. He leans onto his elbows on the counter, staring into your eyes, “And what may that be?”

You smile, and he waits for your response. You lean onto the counter as well, watching as Sunwoo swallows from the close distance between the two of you that you initiated.

“The one that makes any girl he wants melt into putty in his hands. Then when he gets what he wants, he leaves. I’m not going to fall for it, Kim Sunwoo.” He blinks at you in shock, and you give him a sweet smile, leaning back and taking a sip of water from your water bottle.

“Have a wonderful day.” Sunwoo snaps out of his state of surprise, and lets out a deep chuckle, looking at you with a challenge to his eye. 

“I’ll prove you wrong, pretty. I’ll see you around.” 

Sunwoo scowls at the memory, and Minji lets out a sigh when she turns her head to see the crease between his eyebrows. She reaches up and rubs the area with her thumb until the frown disappears, and she gives him a smile.

“Let’s dance, hm?” Not waiting for his answer, she grabs Sunwoo’s hand and brings him onto the dance floor. They sway with each other for a few minutes, with Sunwoo clearly still thinking of you as he blindly follows Minji’s lead. She squints at how unusual Sunwoo’s being, and pats the top of his head.

“She’ll come around Sunu, they always do. When she does, remember the plan.” Minji says in an attempt to reassure him, and he bites his lip, thoughts trailing back to your smile as he says,

“She’s not like them though.”

“Sunwoo, why are you here again?” You ask boredly as you spray the daisies at the front of the shop, not even sparing him a glance. He freezes, before holding out an unopened boba, and you finally turn your head to see him looking at anything but you. “I got you the classic pearl green milk tea, I wasn’t sure what your favorite flavor was so I decided to play it safe.” 

You stare for a moment, finding it sort of endearing that he’s too shy to even glance at you right now. Deciding to be nice, you reach out and take it, feeling warmth flood your face when he finally locks eyes with you. Sunwoo wipes his original surprised expression off his face, now smiling at the fact that you took the drink. 

It’s been three weeks since Sunwoo’s ordered those flowers, and he’s visited the shop every time you're on shift. He hasn’t even bought flowers since the day he ordered the bouquet, he just comes to talk to you and help out in the shop. He keeps trying to take you out on a date, but you never give him the time of day. Your own boss has fallen for him, nudging your hip and telling you to “say yes to the handsome man already!” You’ve never heard of Sunwoo trying so hard to get with someone, let alone drag it out for three weeks. So now you’re left wondering if he genuinely does like you?

“It’s my favorite flavor, thank you.” Sunwoo lets out a sigh of relief, and the corner of your lip quirks up. You cough into your shoulder, turning around to walk back into the shop after an awkward silence settles over the two of you. He reaches out and grasps your elbow softly to stop you, and you slowly turn your head to look back at him.

“Are you going to ask me if I can go out with you again?”

“…”

“You already know my answer, Sunwoo.” 

“Give me one night.” You don’t pull away, and he takes it as a sign to continue. “Let me take you out on one date, and I’ll let you decide whether I’m the type of guy you think I am. You can leave whenever you want, I just want one chance with you.” You stare into his eyes, finding truth to his words, and you let out a sigh.

“Okay.” Sunwoo tries to fight the smile emerging onto his face, resulting in his pretty lips quivering a bit. 

“Okay.”

“… Okay.”

“I’ll see you.” Sunwoo says, turning around and beginning to walk away. You immediately frown, “You’re not going to give me your number?!” 

“Check the boba!” He yells back, and you glance at the cup to see his number written on it, along with a message.

have a good day at work, yn <3

Biting your lip to stop the warmth from rushing to your cheeks, you turn your head to look at Sunwoo’s retreating figure. A smile breaks out on your face when you see him raise his hands in the air in victory, and you feel your heart warm.

“I guess he’s serious.”

“Hey, I’m here.” Sunwoo says into his phone, and he chuckles at the numerous curses you mutter as you slip on your shoes in a hurry. “I’ll be out in a sec!” 

Hanging up the phone, Sunwoo makes sure the passenger seat is clean. He grabs his water bottle, taking a sip as you step into the car. When he swallows the water, he opens his mouth to greet you, only to pause when he lays eyes on you.

Instead of the t-shirt, jeans, and apron he always sees you in at work, you’re wearing a pleated black skirt with a white dress shirt and an oversized argyle patterned vest over it. Feeling Sunwoo’s stare on your side-profile as you buckle in your seatbelt, you turn your head and lock eyes with him, and he snaps out of his daze.

“You, uh.” He coughs into his shoulder in an attempt to hide the blush rising up his cheeks, “You look pretty.” Sunwoo muttters, and you smile shyly. 

“Thanks, you look nice too.” He chuckles, pulling out of your driveway. “Just nice?” 

“Just nice Sunwoo, don’t push my kindness.” You joke and he rolls his eyes at you. He hands you his phone for you to aux, and you smile happily as you search up a Day6 song to play. Sunwoo sneaks glances at you, and you chuckle when you notice his eyes continuing to be trained on you through your peripheral vision.

“You’re gonna get us in an accident if you keep turning your head to look at me.” He sputters, and you laugh at his reaction. He takes one more look at you as you giggle, finding the sound of your laugh a lot cuter than he should. 

“Where are we going for our date?” You ask, and he shrugs. He takes a right at the stoplight before grinning at your question. “You’ll see.”

“Oooh, so it’s a surprise?” Sunwoo doesn’t respond, instead letting out a small hum to the tune of Day6’s new song. You smile, looking out the window to take in the view of Seoul at night for the remainder of the car ride.

“So, how was the date? It’s been like three weeks since we all last hung out like this. I need updates, Sunwoo, updates.” Minji asks as she flips the brisket on the grill. Chanhee takes a cooked piece, turning to look at his friend for his response. 

Sunwoo stares at the meat quietly, a small grin appearing on his lips as he remembers how your guys’ first date ended. 

“Can’t believe you fell while we were ice skating.” You giggle, and Sunwoo lets out a whine, patting his rather sore butt. He shoots you a playful glare, to which you stick your tongue out at him as he walks you to your door. 

“At least I know I was able to make you laugh that hard on our first date.” Sunwoo jokes, and you give him a small smile. You’re surprised that tonight was so fun, it truly exceeded your expectations. The surprise location was the ice skating rink, to which you were incredibly excited for.

Sunwoo brought you there in hopes that he could teach you how to skate, but little did he know, you already knew how to. It ended up becoming a competition between the two of who could do the most intricate tricks. You won though, because Sunwoo literally ate shit when he tried to do an axle. 

“So yn, what’s your final opinion of me after tonight? Am I the type of guy you originally thought I was?” Sunwoo asks once the two of you make it to your doorstep. You stare at him for a moment, taking in his handsome features. Tonight’s date was fun, and you learned a lot more about him than you ever thought you would. He’s charming, funny, kind, and lastly, you find him to be genuine. 

As you look at Sunwoo, you let out a small breath when you come up with your verdict, and he nervously awaits your response even though he hides it well. 

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” He repeats, and you give him a big smile as you open your front door. You slip off your shoes, and turn back to look at Sunwoo.

“Have to go on a second date to come up with my opinion.” You say, closing the door before he can ask more questions.

Sunwoo stands there for a moment, letting your words process in his brain. Once it finally hits him, he lets out a smile, clapping his hands in victory. Sunwoo pumps the air, stepping off your porch and heading towards his car with newfound confidence and excitement filling his veins. 

It’s been three weeks since then, and you and Sunwoo have gone on three more “official dates.” The other times the two of you have hung out are for some reason, not considered dates, and more of you guys just bonding. Whether it be helping each other with homework, Sunwoo coming to help you at the shop, or the two of you doing late night convenience store runs to eat ramen, there’s something going on between the both of you.

Chanhee is able to sense something different as he stares at his friend, knowing that this was going to happen. Minji notices as well, considering that Sunwoo still hasn’t answered her question. She frowns at him, reaching out and slapping his arm. He jumps back, startled as he looks at his two best friends.

“You don’t like yn… right?” Minji asks, to which Sunwoo stares at her as memories of you flood his mind when he tries to come up with an answer.

He remembers the way your whole face lights up when food gets placed in front of you, and how you just let your glasses fog up when the two of you eat ramen. He’s tried to take your glasses off when you eat the hot noodle dish, but you would slap his hand away each time, giving him a smile.

“My glasses are just having a sauna, leave them be.”

Minji tilts her head to the side, and that’s when Sunwoo cracks a small smile, looking up at her. “No, I don’t like yn.”

You lay on your bed, scrolling through Twitter to try and find some cursed emoji pictures when you hear your front door unlock. Sunwoo steps in with a bucket of fried chicken, taking off his shoes and slipping into the pair of slippers you left by the door. He places the food on your kitchen counter, before walking over to your room and peeking his head inside to see you laying on your bed, not even giving him a glance.

“You know, if it wasn’t me who entered your house and instead it was some crazy serial killer, you absolutely would’ve died.” Sunwoo says, announcing his presence. You finally look away from your phone, giving him a sarcastic laugh before going back to Twitter. He scoffs, walking into your room and snatching your phone out of your hands.

“Hey!” 

You open your mouth to argue, only for Sunwoo to interrupt by saying, “Come eat first, I brought chicken.” It promptly shuts you up, and you stand up off your bed, quickly following him into the kitchen.

You let out a squeal once you see the chicken, opening up the container and taking out a piece. You take a bite, and Sunwoo watches you with a knowing grin on his face. You squint your eyes at him, pointing at the chicken to get him to eat as well. He rolls his eyes, grabbing one and taking a bite. 

The two of you spend the next half hour finishing up the chicken. With Sunwoo threatening to throw a bone at you, and you sneaking the crispy pieces of his chicken whenever he’s not looking. Once you’re both done though, you sit down on your couch, still a bit of space between the two of you.

You and Sunwoo have been hanging out for a month and a half now, him even having the spare key to your place while you have his. Sometimes he just randomly comes over to do homework on your floor which scares your roommate to death sometimes, while you sneak over to his at night to steal some of his soju when you run out. Other times you both just watch movies together or play video games. You don’t know what you guys are as neither of you have made a move to make it official.

In all honesty, all the two of you have done to progress your relationship is accidentally brush your hands together. Sunwoo’s just waiting to see if your opinion of him has officially changed, while you’re waiting for him to ask you to be his girlfriend as you are too shy to ask him. 

“Yn.” You turn your head to look at Sunwoo, eyes glazing over his handsome features. His black hair that’s usually straight is resting in slight waves on his forehead, emphasizing the overall soft look that he has going on today. “Mm?”

“Have you come up with your final opinion?” Sunwoo asks, reaching out and tucking a stray piece of hair that fell over your nose behind your ear. When you look up into his eyes and he sees the sparkle in them, his hand freezes, staying rested on your cheek. 

Your eyes slowly trail down at his pink lips, heart rate increasing when his tongue darts out to lick them. Sunwoo stares at you, feeling the tension in the room rise as he watches your eyes move back up from his mouth. His thumb brushes against your cheek, beginning to hear his heartbeat in his ears by how nervous he is. 

“Yn.”

“Sunwoo.”

“Can I kiss you?” Sunwoo watches the way your eyes sparkle up at him, finding himself to be the luckiest man in the world to see you like this. You nod your head slowly, letting out a breath, “Yeah.” 

Without wasting another second, Sunwoo leans in close and tentatively presses his lips to yours. Your hand reaches up, entangling your fingers into his hair. He pulls away, just to capture your lips again after a second of staring, slowly leaning you back until you’re laying on the couch. 

i don’t like her. i don’t like yn. Sunwoo mutters in his brain like a mantra the more he kisses you. His hand lowers to your hip, squeezing it slightly when you tug on his hair again. He hears his heartbeat in his ears, tingles in his stomach when you slightly suck on his bottom lip.

i don’t like her. this is a game. this is for minji.

“Be my girlfriend?” Sunwoo whispers against your lips in between kisses, completely ignoring what the voices in his head are saying. You pull away, looking at him with wide eyes, but his gaze is focused on your pretty swollen lips. 

“Did you just?” He glances up into your eyes, and he lets out a small smile. A giggle comes out of you, and you raise a hand to your warm face. 

“Yeah, I’ll be your girlfriend, Sunu.” Sunwoo bites his lip as a grin breaks out onto his face, before leaning back down and kissing you breathless again.

if i didn’t like her, then why do i feel like this? why do i wanna kiss her more, why do i only want to kiss her, why do i not want her kissing anyone else like this?

why does it feel like this isn’t just some game anymore?

“You’re crazy.” 

“Says the one who tried to duct tape their friend to the wall once.”

“Okay, in my defense,” You stare at Sunwoo from across the table, giving him an amused smile as you wait for him to continue. “Chanhee let me duct tape him to the wall. It was a joint effort, yn.” 

You roll your eyes, reaching out and hitting his shoulder lightly, before taking a sip of your boba. Sunwoo smiles at the sparkle in your eyes, taking note that the sunlight hitting your skin is as beautiful as the cherry blossoms blooming in the spring. 

 It’s been two months since you and Sunwoo have called it official, three and a half months since the day you guys met, and the two of you have become the talk of your guys’ university. Everyone who knows Sunwoo as the guy who never settles, has finally settled. You’re in the limelight as well, girls either being envious or worried for you, and guys nodding their head in approval at Sunwoo’s decision. 

“You’re really pretty like this.” Your eyes widen in surprise at the sudden compliment, beginning to feel shy by Sunwoo’s stare. You look down at your boba, small smile taking over your features. “Like what?”

“Happy. You look pretty when you’re happy.” Sunwoo mutters softly, eyes holding an emotion that is indecipherable to you. 

But it’s easy to read for Chanhee as he stares at the two of you from across the cafe. He shakes his head in disappointment, knowing that Sunwoo’s going to have to tell you the truth one day. Chanhee watches as Sunwoo reaches out and rests his hand over yours, a happy smile forming on his face when you make a joke. 

i haven’t seen him this happy with another girl in a long time, Chanhee thinks to himself, taking one last sip of his boba. He walks over to the front doors, throwing his cup in the trash. He takes one more glance at the two of you, now finding you excitedly telling Sunwoo a story of who knows what while the latter just stares at you with a fond smile on his face. 

All Chanhee knows is that you’re happy, and Sunwoo’s happy, but it’s going to be taken away as soon as you find out the truth. 

“Sunwoo, when are you going to end things with yn? It’s been over three months since you two became ‘official’, I’m pretty sure she’s already head over heels for you.” Minji asks from her couch. She blows on her newly painted nails, making sure they dry properly. Chanhee shoots the striped ball into the pocket, taking note of the way Sunwoo visibly stiffens after the question is asked. 

“She’s not head over heels.” Sunwoo answers, nodding his head once Chanhee misses the next striped ball. He leans down, getting ready to hit a solid. “Are you sure that’s it? Or have you forgotten our fucking plan?” 

Sunwoo pauses, turning his head to look at Minji, only to find her glaring at him. Chanhee lets out a small sigh, pulling out his phone to try and distract himself as the tension in the room rises. Sunwoo rolls his eyes, turning back towards the pool table. 

“You’re supposed to make yn fall in love with you and then break her heart so that Mark feels horrible. Did you forget that because you think she’s some good fuck?” Sunwoo slams the pool stick down on the table, actively startling Minji and Chanhee. 

“You know that yn hasn’t even mentioned Mark since I first started talking to her? He hasn’t tried to see her either, you know that? It makes me wonder why you even decided to target yn in the first place.” Sunwoo says, turning his head to see Minji’s reaction. He watches as her demeanor shifts slightly, suddenly appearing to look guilty, and he squints at her. Sunwoo pushes off the pool table and walks over to Minji so that he’s standing a few feet from her.

“And don’t you ever degrade yn to just being a good fuck again.” Minji blinks up at Sunwoo, not used to having his anger directed towards her. Her initial shock shortly turns into rage. Laughing, she stands up off the couch to stand her ground. “What a joke, you fucking fell for her didn’t you?” 

Sunwoo turns away, clenching his fists as he stares out Minji’s window. Chanhee watches from the pool table, feeling wracked by nerves as he watches his two best friends argue for the first time ever. 

“Kim Sunwoo, the man at Seoul National University who was unattainable. The one who was called cold hearted because he’d break the hearts of people left and right, has developed feelings for the pawn in our game.” Minji sneers, now staring at Sunwoo with an amused look on her face. He finally turns and stares directly down into Minji’s eyes, feeling anger flood through him. 

“And what about it?” Minji’s mouth drops open slightly, having not expected him to confess. Chanhee stares between the two of them, afraid of the tension rising in the room. “W-What?”

“I’m in love with yn. She’s witty, intelligent, funny, kind, beautiful; if you made a list of all the good traits in the ideal person then that’s yn’s description. I’m not going to play her like that, she’s no longer just a game. And I’m not going to be a pawn in your revenge plot anymore either.” Sunwoo states, before turning around to go and grab his phone. Minji reaches out and grabs his arm, but he doesn’t look back.

“You think she’s going to forgive you when she finds out?” 

The room stays silent for a moment, and Minji thinks she’s won from the way Sunwoo’s staring at the floor. Her heartbeat picks up when Sunwoo rips his arm from her grasp, turning to glance at her. 

“No, and I hope she won’t ever forgive me when she finds out. Yn deserves someone better than me. Someone who won’t blindly follow their friend and purposefully hurt a girl who didn’t do anything to be involved in this.” Sunwoo states, and Chanhee bites the inside of his cheek, looking down at the floor.

“I’m a horrible, selfish person for what I have done to yn, but I’m going to do at least one thing right and tell yn the truth, myself.” Sunwoo explains, before turning and walking towards the door, raising his hand up to grab the door handle.

“If you walk out that door, we’re no longer friends Sunwoo.” Minji threatens in one last weak attempt to get Sunwoo to stay, feeling afraid that she’s about to lose him. That she no longer has the control she once had over her best friend. 

Sunwoo stills for a moment, before grabbing the door handle and ripping the door open, shutting it directly behind him. The slam of the door echoes through the room, a sense of finality settling itself upon Minji and Chanhee.

“Fuck.” 

You hum quietly as you tend to the orchids, finding the blue ones to be incredibly pretty on this sunny day. The sound of the door chime rings throughout the shop, and you turn your head to greet the incoming customer. 

“Hi! Welcome to Bloom Bloo-”

“Yn?” Your eyes widen when you recognize your old friend, immediately breaking out into a smile as you stand up at your full height to wave at him.

“Mark! What are you doing here?” You ask as you walk over towards him, and he gives you a grin as he opens his arms and pulls you into his embrace. Your eyes widen slightly at the skinship, having briefly forgotten how Mark shows his love as you tentatively wrap your arms around him, patting his back. 

“I came to order a burger and fries, actually.” Mark answers when he pulls away, and you squint at the man, pushing him with your hand as you walk over to the register, listening to him laugh that contagious laugh of his from behind you. 

“Haha, so funny.” You say, trying to fight back the smile that’s threatening to break out onto your face. Mark catches it though, and giggles to himself. “Based on the smile you’re fighting, I can see that you hold some truth behind that statement.” 

You shake your head, turning back towards your friend and getting a good look at him. His brown hair is parted to the side, showing off his forehead and nice eyebrows. He’s wearing a brown hoodie with a black puffer jacket over it, and you purse your lips, wondering why it seems like he put in a bit more effort into his appearance. 

“Are you checking me out, yn?” Mark asks with a teasing grin, and you roll your eyes. You open your mouth to respond, only to pause when you hear a familiar voice ring through the shop. 

“You better be talking about a bouquet of flowers.” You and Mark look towards the entrance to see Sunwoo standing there, frown on his face. He squints when he locks eyes with Mark, and the brunette raises an eyebrow when he recognizes the man. 

“Sunwoo?”

“Sunu, with how much you come into the shop, you should just apply for a job here.” You joke, watching as Sunwoo’s features immediately soften slightly when he looks over at you. He lets out a small smile, shaking his head at you. 

“I wouldn’t be able to bring in as many customers as you, anyways.” Sunwoo tells you, walking over and patting your head over the counter. 

You grin, grabbing one of the daisy flower crowns you made in the morning and placing it over Sunwoo’s head. Mark glances between the two of you, and he finds himself squinting at Sunwoo when he remembers his reputation on campus.

“You two are dating?” Mark asks, and you nod your head. 

“For a bit over four months now.” Sunwoo adds, feeling his heart thump against his chest as Mark stares at him with a hint of suspicion in his gaze. The brunette simply turns back towards you, and gives you a smile.

“I’m happy for you, yn. You’ve been single for as long as I can remem-” Mark sputters when you spray him with the spray bottle full of water, and Sunwoo bites back the laugh that almost escapes him. Mark wipes his eyes and shoots you a glare, making you giggle a bit. 

“Yn! I have a date in an hour, don’t ruin my hair.” Mark whines, and you laugh, “Then don’t boast about how lonely I was!” 

A frown forms on Sunwoo’s face as he watches you and Mark begin to discuss the numerous bouquet options he can choose from for his upcoming date. The memory of Minji saying that you were the one Mark was showing interest in plays in his mind, and he bites the inside of his cheek, wondering if that was ever even true.

“Take care of those, I made that bouquet this morning!” You say, breaking Sunwoo out of his thoughts as Mark carefully takes the arrangement of flowers from your grasp. He nods his head, “Careful is my middle name.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Have fun on your date!” You tell Mark, and he smiles, nodding his head. It comes to Sunwoo’s surprise when Mark turns to him, gesturing towards the door.

“Can you get the door for me, man?” Sunwoo nods his head, walking over and pushing open the door for him. The brunette smiles, walking through the door, but stopping to quietly mutter,

“I know how your trio used to do things in high school, and I know that Minji was upset when I ended things. I only broke up with her because I learned of the type of people you guys are. This better not be one of your trio’s games, because yn doesn’t deserve that. And if it is, then end it now.” 

Sunwoo stands frozen as Mark gives him one more smile and sends a wave towards you, before walking out the door. You tilt your head at your boyfriend, wondering why he looks so guilty as he stares down at the ground.

“Sunwoo? Are you okay?” You ask, seemingly breaking him out of his daze. Sunwoo looks back towards you, giving you a smile as he walks over. “Did Mark say something? He’s always been protective, even when we were younger.” 

Sunwoo shakes his head at you, reaching out across the counter and taking ahold of your hand. You raise an eyebrow, watching as Sunwoo cups your hand within both of his. 

“What’s on your mind, Sunu?” 

“Are you free tomorrow?” Sunwoo asks instead, and you stare at him in silence for a moment. You let out a small giggle, shaking your head and reaching out with your free hand, patting the top of his head, the delicate petal of one of the daisies brushing against your wrist.

“Were you nervous about asking me on a date? That’s so cute, but yes. I should be free tomorrow.” Sunwoo gives you a smile, and you find that it doesn’t really reach his eyes as he stares at you. 

“Great. I’ll meet you at the bus stop tomorrow, okay?” Sunwoo asks, and you nod your head, warmth flooding your face as you stare at your boyfriend. Sunwoo bites the inside of his cheek from the stars in your eyes, wondering how he’ll ever be able to tell you the truth. He lets go of your hand after pressing a soft kiss to the back of it, turning and walking towards the doors, but stopping to glance back at you.

“See you, pretty.” Sunwoo tells you, and you smile at the nickname. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Sunwoo!” He grins, pushing open the glass doors and walking out of the shop. 

The smile on his face falls once he’s far from the flower shop, and he takes a deep inhale of the Summer air, the daisy flower crown that’s resting over his head suddenly feeling heavy. He finds that it resembles the weight of his heart as he knows that everything’s about to be broken.

one day. i just want to spend one last day with yn.

You sit on the bench by the bus stop, waiting for Sunwoo to arrive so that the two of you can go to the aquarium. You unlock your phone to see if there’s a new message from him, only to see no new notifications. 

“I know the feeling.” You jump up, turning towards the sudden voice to find a pretty girl standing beside you. Her brown hair falls in waves down her shoulders, and she’s wearing an off the shoulder floral top paired with a beige skirt. You tilt your head to the side, finding her rather familiar.

“Hi yn, I’m Minji. Sunwoo’s friend.” She introduces, and you have to stop yourself from letting out an ohhh because now you recognize her. “Oh, hi Minji.” You reach out and shake her hand, giving her a smile. 

“Are you waiting for the bus?” You ask, and she shakes her head, letting out a small laugh. “I drove. In all honesty, I came to pick you up.”

You raise your eyebrows in surprise, having no clue as to where you’d even go since you haven’t met Minji before. She gives you a smile, “Sunwoo told me to come get you because he’s running a bit late due to Chanhee being silly, per usual. He said he’ll come pick you up at my house.” 

“He did?” 

“You don’t believe me?” You immediately raise your hands up to tell her you didn’t mean to imply that she’s a liar, but Minji stops you right away while giggling at your antics. “I was kidding yn, don’t worry. Now, do you want to come hangout at my house or do you want to wait here by the bus stop?” 

You stare at her for a moment, before letting out a small smile. “I think there’s an obvious answer in that question.” 

“Wow! Your house is so nice.” You state as you stare in awe at all the beautiful artworks put on display. Minji waves her hand at you, telling you not to flatter her so much. You follow her up to her room, still looking around with child-like fascination.

damn, this almost makes me feel bad. she’s kinda sweet. Minji thinks to herself as the two of you finally make it up to her room. She places her bag down by her bed, removing the earrings from her ears. You stand shyly by the door, unsure of where to sit, or if you’re even allowed to sit. Minji turns towards you with a grin on her face. 

“You can sit over there, yn.” She tells you, pointing over towards the small couch in the corner by her desk. You nod, walking over to go and sit down, only to pause once you see a corkboard laying over the wooden surface. 

“I’m going to use the restroom, be right back.” Minji announces, a smile on her face when she sees you staring at the board. She walks out of the room, pulling her phone out of her pocket to call Sunwoo. 

“What?” Sunwoo answers as he heads towards the bus stop where you’re waiting. He lets out a soft smile down at the lavender daisies he bought on his way, planning to surprise you with them since they’re your favorite flower. He remembers the small box in his room, a gift he plans to give you after you guys get back from the aquarium. “Just wanted to let you know that you should probably turn around and head over to my house.” 

Your hand slowly lifts up the board, tears filling your eyes. 

“Why?” Sunwoo pauses when he doesn’t see you sitting at the bench the two of you agreed to meet at. He lowers the flowers once he realizes what Minji means, cursing to himself before turning around and beginning to sprint. 

“Have a nice run.” Minji says cheerfully, hanging up the phone and placing it onto the bathroom counter. She smiles, walking into the bathroom to splash water onto her face in an attempt to wash away the small feeling of regret.

You stare at the photos of you taken from your social media, gaze following the red line that lands on different notes with the names of the places you work and hangout at. Your heart shatters as you read the instructions on what to do when Sunwoo meets each new step with you. Your eyes land on the very last note, and it takes everything in you to not crumple onto the floor.

break her heart.

The feeling of wanting to vomit builds up in your throat, the realization that you were just a pawn in their sick game slamming into you like a train. That you fucking fell for it, you fell for him. You drop the board, stepping away from it as if it’s cursed. You quickly leave the room, dashing down the steps and running out the door. Minji watches from upstairs, letting out a sigh once you slam the door shut. 

The tears blur your vision as you run off her property, trying to get as far away as you can. You slam straight into a hard chest, stumbling backwards that their hands have to reach out and grasp your arms so that you don’t fall. You wipe away your tears with the back of your hands, opening your mouth to apologize, only to stop when you realize who helped you.

Sunwoo stares back at you, sweat dripping down his face from running, purple daisies on the ground beside him, now missing multiple petals. You rip your arms out of his grasp, feeling a sob bubble up in your chest as the two of you stare at each other in silence. 

“Yn, I-”

“Don’t. Just. Stay away from me.” You state, attempting to walk around him, only for him to stop you. 

“Yn, please. Let me explain. I can tell you everything, please just-”

“Explain what? That you used me for your revenge plot? That you strung me along for months when I had nothing to do with what happened between Mark and Minji? That you just think of me as some fucking joke?” Sunwoo shakes his head, grasping your arms to try and plead with you. The sob finally breaks out, and you reach up to cover your face. “God, no. Yn, you’re not a joke. You could never be a joke. I never meant for it to get this far. It was all a plan at first but then I got to know you and I fell in l-”

“S-Save it. I don’t want to hear anymore lies.” You mutter, and Sunwoo’s eyes begin to water when you remove his hands from your arms. You stare at him, tears continuing to fall from your eyes as you do so, wondering how you let this happen.

how you let yourself fall for him.

“I-I just wanted one more day. One more day with you, and I was going to tell you everything.” Sunwoo chokes out, hands shaking by his sides as he waits for a response. After a moment of silence, he tentatively reaches up to try and rest his hand on your cheek, “Please, yn. Let me explain-”

“How come I have to get punished just because I love you?”

Sunwoo pauses, staring into your pained eyes as his hand slowly lowers back down to his side. The sparkle that he was so used to, now replaced with the glassiness from your tears. You wipe away the wetness on your cheeks, realizing you confessed that you love him for the first time.

How unfortunate. 

With that, you turn around and walk away from him, not looking back. Sunwoo watches your figure shrink until you’re out of sight, and he drops to his knees, tears finally streaming down his face. He rests his face onto his arm, crying loudly as his heart completely shatters from what he ruined. While Minji watches from her gate, gulping down the feeling of guilt as she stares at her best friend experiencing heartbreak for the first time.

“I hope you’re eating well and taking care of yourself. I-” Sunwoo says into the phone as he stares up at his ceiling. Chanhee stares at him from his doorway, feeling sad for his best friend. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Sunwoo mutters, ending the call before the voicemail can catch the sound of him crying. He places his phone beside him, covering his face with his hands to try and muffle his sobs. 

It’s been three weeks since you found out the truth, and Sunwoo’s been calling you everyday since then. He’s refused to leave his room unless it’s to use the restroom or grab food. Other than that, he rots in his bed all day, the feeling of regret and resentment towards himself flooding his veins. 

That and soju, lots of soju.

“Sunu, do you want me to bring in the dinner I made?” Chanhee asks, and Sunwoo doesn’t answer, turning over in bed and covering his face with a pillow instead. “You need to eat.” 

Sunwoo just curls up even more, closing his eyes as more tears escape. Chanhee lets out a small sigh, walking out to go and grab the food anyways. He lifts up the tray, carefully stepping back into Sunwoo’s room and placing it on his desk. 

“It’s there if you need it.” Chanhee says softly, before closing the door. 

While you, you’ve also been laying in bed for the past three weeks. Currently you’re listening to the last voicemail Sunwoo left you, crying as you hear his voice shake towards the end when he apologizes. You turn over, clutching your pillow tightly against your chest as you sob. Your roommate looks at your closed door, concern written all over their features as they hear your loud cries. 

You haven’t been to work as you called in sick. Your manager understands, having heard from your roommate that you’re not in the best mental state. All you’ve done is eat, sleep, and sit in the shower for hours at a time, just letting the water run over you. 

While Sunwoo has hurt you deeply, you can’t help but miss him. You yearn to hear out his side, try and be understanding, try again, but then you remind yourself that you were just a game.

just a game.

“Hi, is yn home?” Your roommate points towards your room. “Be careful though, she hasn’t really left her room for the past month.” 

Chanhee gives her an understanding nod, knowing that Sunwoo’s doing the same thing. He slips off his shoes, before walking over to your door and knocking softly on the surface. You turn your head, muttering for them to come in, expecting your roommate. Your eyes widen when the door opens and you recognize Chanhee, Sunwoo’s best friend. You sit up, clutching the pillow tightly.

“What are you doing here?” Chanhee tentatively reaches his hands out, handing you a bag. You raise an eyebrow, taking it from him and looking inside. You let out a breath when you see a jewelry box. You lift it out of the bag, slowly opening it and biting back another sob when you lay eyes on the necklace.

“He was going to give it to you the day you guys were supposed to go to the aquarium, as a way to tell you he loves you, and that he’s sorry.” Chanhee explains, and you stare at the way the light reflects against the daisy pendant of the necklace. 

“I know you might not want to hear this at all, but I’ve never seen Sunwoo pine after someone, let alone fall in love with one. Yet, I saw both of those things happen with you.” You slowly look up at Chanhee, who’s giving you a small, hopeful smile. “I know what he did was shitty, I tried to stop them from including you in the plan in general. I just, I’ve seen how you’ve changed him for the better. I know Sunwoo, and I know that he really regrets what he did. He wouldn’t be calling and texting you everyday if he didn’t. He doesn’t even text me, honestly.” 

You look at the necklace, feeling sad, but somehow a bit better, more reassured. You glance back up at Chanhee, giving him a nod. “Thank you Chanhee.” 

He gives you a smile, “Of course. Anything for your guys’ happiness.” 

It’s been a month and a half since everything happened, and you’re finally leaving your room. It’s not much in your eyes, but your roommate was ecstatic about it, even though it’s just a trip to the convenience store. It’s also quite literally two am, but they said, any outside air is good air! You trudge over in your grey sweats and oversized black sweater, lifting up your glasses to rub your eye with the back of your hand. 

Once you’re at the convenience store, you head straight towards the ramyun, grabbing the eight pack and walking out of the aisle. You step over to the register, pulling out your card to pay for it. The chime of the door opening grabs your attention, and you tiredly look up, only to freeze when you lock eyes with Sunwoo.

He doesn’t look any better, bags prominent under his eyes, black t-shirt hanging loosely on his shoulders. However, you still see him as the most handsome guy you’ve ever seen. Shock is evident on his features as he stares at you, unsure of what to do. Sunwoo’s eyes trail down when something flickers at him, seeing the daisy pendant glimmer back at him from the light. He opens his mouth to say something, only for you to turn back towards the cashier once they hand you the bag of ramyun and your receipt. 

Sunwoo clenches his fist, walking over towards the aisle where the soju is. You let out a shaky sigh, turning your head to look at his retreating figure, debating on following after him. After a moment, you shake your head, choosing to walk out of the store sadly. 

Sunwoo stares at the box of soju for a moment after hearing the bells, signaling you left the store. He bites the inside of his cheek, having an internal battle with himself.

What if she doesn’t even wanna talk to me? She hasn’t answered my calls or texts for the last month and a half, that means she hates me. 

I have no chance, she’ll never forgive me. 

She shouldn’t forgive me for what I did.

I miss her.

Fuck. 

Sunwoo immediately turns around and runs towards the door, forcefully shoving it open and feeling the cool night air hit him. He’s about to rush in the direction of your house, but immediately stops when he sees you waiting right there, sitting on the steps, your bag of ramyun placed beside you. You slowly turn your head, looking up at Sunwoo. 

“Yn.” 

“Sunwoo.” 

The two of you stare in silence again, and you break it by patting the empty space beside you. 

“I don’t think anyone will come to the shop in awhile, it’s literally two am.” You say, and Sunwoo lets out a breathless chuckle. He takes another step before sitting down beside you, and that’s when you both fall into another silence. Except this time it’s more comforting, being with each other after yearning for so long but knowing it was best to stay away.

“You look like shit.” You state, effectively breaking the silence, and Sunwoo glances at you, a grin gracing his features. He turns away, shaking his head and looking up towards the stars. “I know.” 

You follow suit, staring up at the stars as well. A small smile appears on your face after a moment, and you turn your head to look at Sunwoo, only to realize he’s already staring at you. He lets out a content sigh, finding the stars slowly making their way back into your eyes. You turn away once you feel the warmth rush up to your cheeks, choosing to look at the parked car in front of the two of you. He looks back up towards the stars, trying to find which one shines the brightest.

Sunwoo comes to the conclusion that you shine brighter than the billions of stars in the sky as he does so.

“I’m sorry.” Sunwoo says after a moment, the sound of resentment present in his voice, and you let out a breath. 

“I know.” 

The two of you sit in silence, staring at your surroundings. A tear slips past your eye, and you wipe it away with your sweater paw. You wrap your arms around your knees, hugging them close to your chest as you stare at the empty road.

“I missed you, Sunwoo.” Sunwoo harshly bites the inside of his cheek, tears falling past his eyes as he continues to stare up at the night sky. 

“I missed you too, yn.” 

You let out a shaky breath after a moment, before leaning over and resting your head on Sunwoo’s shoulder. He freezes slightly at the contact, but relaxes. After a moment, he lays his head over yours, and that’s when you both know you’ll be okay. 

we’ll be okay.