#all she has to do to complete her glow up is dump kim

[sidsinning]

By far the best glow up of the season

[whichwaytowonderlandep]

Lotus

Pairings: (Taehyung/Reader)

Genre: Smut, Romance(?)

Words: 8,226

Tags: Qetesh/Egyptian Goddess AU, College AU, non-idol AU, oral sex (both giving and receiving – because that’s important), Taehyung is a needy boy and things are not that hardcore. This is still a smut fic though.

The summer solstice was one of the most anticipated party of the year. A party where people can dress up as ghouls, fairies and all sorts of mythological monsters and party the night away — drugs and heavy drinking going hand in hand with bad decisions and low morals.

It was the only thing people have been talking about for the last two months. Even now as your answering the last question of your final exam, you could still here them mumbling to each other.

You didn’t understand what all the excitement was about. You’ve been to at least one high school party before, but all you experienced was sitting down in a chair while your friend, being the social butterfly that she was left you with a drink in your hand as she flirted the night away. You were left to find a way back home on your own when she decided to leave with a guy she’d been crushing on for a week and not forget to tell you about it.

It wasn’t a nice experience.

It was the exact kind of party you would much rather avoid going to.

You make your way out of the classroom, finally turning in the last exam of the semester. The weight that has been sitting on your shoulders to get a good grade finally lifting and you could feel as if you could finally breathe. You make your way down the pretty empty hall, most of the students still in their classrooms finishing their exams.

You were ready to just sleep for the next thirty days before doing absolutely anything else.

Three years ago you had decided to move to one of the busiest city in your country, three colleges in the same vicinity sharing the same clubs, apartments and restaurants. You just so happen to live outside of the city, in one of the best high rise apartment building your father’s money could afford. You had accepted it as part of his rules to letting you go to the college of your choice and to being on your own for the first time in your life – no maids, no butler and no one to do things for you.

You wanted to experience the part where you take care of yourself, of being in a classroom with other people instead of alone with different teachers, to not have someone come in the morning and relay your schedule for the day. The first few weeks, you quickly realized It wasn’t as easy as you thought it was going to be– having to learn everything from scratch. The first attempt at cooking you had almost burned your kitchen down, but after three years of living by yourself you had gotten the hang of it.

It took you thirty minutes by bus to get home, pass the building’s security at the front desk. “Welcome back, Miss (Y/N)!” They greet you as always, earning a nod and a shy smile of acknowledgement thrown in their direction before heading towards the elevator.

You punch in your security code, now feeling exhausted as you start thinking about how close to a warm bath and long naps you actually are. “Just a little longer” You assure yourself.

You live in the penthouse, a choice your father made as it meant you shared the floor with no one. He had taken every security measure to make sure you wouldn’t be in any danger – his money, his reputation and his business making his family a target.

The ding of the elevator waking you up as you drop your bag on at the front door, kicking your shoes off the moment you step out of the elevator and into your living room. “Finally!” You groan out, stretching all over as you throw yourself onto one of the large couches – facing out to the large windows. This building was surrounded by others, but not as tall as the one in front of you. There were only a few people living there at the moment, the building being new enough to remain empty for the first couple of weeks.

The penthouse across from yours was the first one to be sold. You didn’t know much who was living there, but with the bright lights on at night and their inability of using their curtains you found out pretty quickly who had been living opposite you.

A man going by the name Kim Taehyung. You had heard people around you gossip about him and his friends. How they were incredibly good looking and talented in the fields they chose to study in. Taehyung’s name was the one that kept coming up around you. He was an Art History major with a minor in business – which is why you shared most of your classes with him.

For what you could tell, Taehyung was the kind of guy to take his studies seriously, but still have enough time to party during the weekend. He had his shit balanced, unlike you.

The only thing you would hear from other students was who was he dating that week – man or woman, and who he dumped and how brutal it had been. The man who, unabashedly, stands proud in front of his window wearing nothing but an open silk robe, who would bring the occasional one night stand into his apartment and fuck them against said window. The one who is currently getting a blowjob while looking out the same window. Wait – you pause for a second.

You squint your eyes, rubbing the tired from them as they widen at the scene in front of you. Taehyung stood in leaning with one hand against the window, eyes hooded as a man kneels before him. The bobbing movement of the latter giving you a clear idea of what he was doing. Taehyung’s face remained stoic, a beer bottle resting in his hand that he would occasionally take a sip from.

You could already feel your face burning up as you blush at the scene before you. You sat frozen on your couch as Taehyung pulls the hand resting on the window and entangles it in the man’s blonde hair – hand gripping tightly, you thought he was going to rip the hair off the man’s scalp. You watch the erotic way he closes his eyes, letting his tongue run against his bottom lip as his hand began moving in a back and forward motion. A thrust of his hips and a satisfied smirk painting his face as he reaches his orgasm before looking down at the man in front of him.

Your body felt hot after watching the scene in front of you. You also felt like a giant pervert, but how could you look away when he’s rolling his shoulders back and throwing his head back like his a sexy pornstar. Your eyes moving up and down his body, watching the other man standing from his kneeling position – nothing but buttcheeks in your direct view and for the first time you notice that both of them are very very naked.

It felt as if you were in a trance that broke the second you made eye contact with Taehyung. You shriek, if out of embarrassment before flinging yourself off the couch and into your closed kitchen in an attempt to get flee. To get away from this whole situation.

You had very much forgotten that if you could see everything then he could clearly see you.

“Stupid” You groan out, heading towards the sink before splashing some water on your face. You felt like throwing up at the thought of the embarrassing moment of just being caught watching them. “It’s fine. It’s just your imagination. There’s no way he saw you.” You reason with yourself, feeling your heartbeat slow down. It’s not like you personally knew the guy, so you could just pretend you saw absolutely nothing and forget the whole thing never happen.

Yeah, that’s exactly what you were going to do.

You groggily walk into the kitchen in search of something to quench your thirst, feeling sleepy even after taking that three hour nap. After you had come rolling down from the top of embarrassment hill, you had fallen asleep in your room while watching television.

It was already nighttime by the time you had woken up, the apartment bathing in complete darkness as the lights coming from the moon casts shadows all over your living room.

Your mind starts going back to the moment you witness by looking out the window. Cheeks turning red in second hand embarrassment as you try to erase that image from your mind, but with no luck.

You snap out of your thoughts by the sound of your cell phone ringing somewhere in the room, knowing already who it was as they would always call at the same time of the night. You head back into the kitchen, going straight to the glowing light stuck in between the couch cushions. Your mom’s name flashing across the screen and your prediction correct as you answer the phone.

“Hey mom” you tiredly greet her, throwing yourself back on the couch because knowing her, this call was going to last a while.

“Hey, sweetheart! Have you eaten anything today?” She asks straight away, her heavy accent seeping through the phone — not giving you a chance to answer before she was asking another question. “How were your exams? Were they as easy as you thought they would be?”

“Yes I ate, they were fine. What did you really wanted to ask me?” You answer, throwing yourself back on the couch and staring at the ceiling. “Are you going to come home for the summer?” You smile as she asks the same question she asks every year. You would visit whenever you could, but you would never stay longer than a week at most.

“I don’t think I’m gonna be going this year, mom” You sigh out,knowing that being honest now would save you a lot more later. “Maybe the week before classes start, I’ll let you know” you assure her.

Of course, you miss your mom. She was the one who had encouraged you to become more independent as you were growing up, even if that meant you would be leaving the nest one day.

But every single time you step foot in your childhood home, you feel this overwhelming sensation of having everyone around you – having gotten used to spending so much time alone. You and your mom spent a few hours on the phone, talking about nothing and everything that had happened back at home.

“I’m going to call you back, I’m about to have dinner.” You hurriedly say, blowing a kiss through the microphone before saying your goodbyes and hanging up.

You stand up, stretching as you feel all of your body relax at the feeling. You already had the idea of going out and getting something to eat, there was no way you were going to take the time to cook again. So convenience store food is the best idea you could come up with.

You make your way to the elevator, sliding on your shoes as you wait for it to arrive.

You were still wearing the same clothing as this morning, feeling the air grow colder as you reached the convenience store around the corner from your apartment building.

You say ‘hi’ to the girl behind the counter, having already seen her plenty of times before when you had taken study breaks for the last three weeks. You headed straight to the noodle isle, eyes tiredly searching for the one you had an inkling for.

Your immediate attention staying on the matter at hand, paying no attention to the rest of the store as you went to the cash register to pay.

You should start to learn how to keep an eye on your surroundings, because as you wait for the microwave the finish heating up your food, you also had an almost-heart attack.

“You enjoy the show?” A deep voice startles you, making you jump at the sudden sound so close to you. Your hand instantly lands on your chest, trying to find some type of composure.

You turn around to meet the one and only fucker, Kim Taehyung. Your cheeks turn red almost instantly as the taller man stands before you in the small isle.

His hands were shoved into his hoodie, his face pulled into a serious expression where you couldn’t tell if he was kidding or not.

But with the way it felt as if he was staring deep into your hollow soul you were positive he was talking to you.

“Uh…” Your mind goes blank as he leans forward, standing now inches from you as his eyebrows furrow and he squints his eyes at you. “I-I’m sorry” you involuntarily giggle, nervousness sipping into you. “ I think you might have the wrong person…?”

You hated how your voice got suddenly high. Something that happens every time you got nervous around other people – which is why you avoided any type social interaction as possible. You didn’t want to be known as the girl that spoke so high that she could mimic a sound only dogs could hear.

Taehyung tilts his head to the side, a smirk appearing on his face as he notices you blushing. He knew he had seen you before, the way you were blushing red and how you were clearly avoiding his eyes was enough to confirm his previous suspicions. He wasn’t expecting in finding you so soon after – you look different up close and in person.

“So you did enjoy it then!” He leans back, smiling wide as he stands over your smaller form. “I didn’t know I had an audience” Taehyung chuckles, his eyes never straying far from your face as he watches you get even more red. You didn’t handle confrontation well, did you?

“If I did I would’ve put on a better show” His voice drops to a sultry tone, making you finally snap your gaze to his.

Taehyung winks, shoving his hands back into his jacket before leaving you alone in the aisle. You jump as the microwave beeps behind you, kicking you out of your frozen state.

You turn to lean back at the against the counter, confusion settling in. “What the fuck?” You whisper to yourself, the cool air coming from the vents doing wonders to your heated skin.

You had gotten back to your apartment a little after the stores around you begun to close down for the night and the last of the party goers made their way through the empty streets.

Everything felt as if you were experiencing it in a dreamlike stage–getting greeted by the night guard, punching in your code and then everything stops.

You don’t remember when exactly you had fallen asleep, let alone when was the moment you had reached your bedroom.

You’re paralyzed, the room cold enough that you could see your breath appearing in front of you. Your chest heaves as your breathing starts to quicken, tears in your eyes as you try to scream out.

That’s when you notice it – the menacing black smoke floating above you. You had never felt more scared in your entire life, a year falling down the side of your cheek as the black smoke lowers in above you. You want to cry out, scream at it to go away, for someone to help you and yet no one comes to your rescue.

You try to speak, forcing yourself to make a sound — any sound at all. But the black smoke began filling your lungs prevented you from crying out. It slowly consumed you, leaving you feeling vulnerable.

Your body felt as if it was floating on clouds, your mine drifting off into nothingness and at precisely ten thirty four that night, your heart stopped beating.

You wake up, grass caressing the bottom of your hands as move them away from you. The sound of running water not too far from you, and the sound of iron hitting iron as the skilled craftsmen went to work. You open your eyes, the morning sun shining down from above you. You look around as you sit up, the thin cotton dress that you wore keeping you cool in the harsh heat.

You were in a field, lotus flowers surrounding you and small houses not too far from you and yet it was peaceful and quiet. You had no shoes on, so as you stood up and made your way out of the feel you could feel the grass tickling the bottom of your feet. Your long hair moving behind you as the breeze blew right at your face.

You didn’t recognize the place, the people, nothing and yet, you felt at home here. As if you had been called here.

You continue to make your way out of the field, the smell of iron being melted and the rest of the merchants trying to make some profit to feed their family for the night.

You were but just a visitor in that moment, the people around you continued to stare as you make your way through of the crowd. The sound dissipating as your surroundings begun to change – you were suddenly surrounded by marble and pillars of fire. The soft, shiny floor felt cold against your naked feet and the dress you were wearing changed to a more revealing one, small golden chains going the middle of your chest and gold dust glimmering from the flickering fire.

You make your way down the hall, ignoring the longing looks you got from the guards. Not that they could comment on anything, you were under the pharaoh’s protection. You continue to make your way to the grand room, people of all ranks enjoying themselves in the main room where most festivities were held.

Food and wine being passed around in trays by woman wearing intricate face masks. You dismiss the ones that approach you with a wave of your hand – your eyes settling on the man of the hour. The party was just a formality, a reason to bring all of the eligible high ranking ladies into the palace for the young prince to take his pick of wives.

V, as you’ve come to know him, sat at one of the lower thrones – looking as if he was bored out of his mind.

Your focus didn’t last on him very long, as the exotic dancers begin to move across the dance floor. Their bodies moving sensually to the music.

Your eyes return to V, watching him let out a sigh as he throws his head back.

You were right to come here, being summoned only three days ago, you had yet to make your true presence known. To them you were just another visiting dignitary.

You were the type of goddess to come in unannounced watch the people around, study them and then meddle with their life. You would lower their inhibitions, make the fears they had about themselves disappear and making them feel immense pleasure instead.

As V’s eyes meet yours through the crowd, you know that he is the one who called you here.

Your eyes remain close as the sound of music fills your ears. Your hands sliding up the side of the satin bed sheets around you – pushing back on it, your hands holding you up as you finally open your eyes.

You were surrounded by groups of people, naked people. The flames of the torches placed on every wall dancing across their bodies as lips met lips and soft moans coming from both men and women filled the room.

Your golden eyes bright as they move across the room. You stand up, catching a glance of you in one of the silver plates sitting beside you. You were dress in black robes, golden chains and gold painted symbols drawn on your body.

Warm wet lips met the side of your neck, leaving soft kisses in their wake. “You’re here” A deep and familiar voice rumbles from behind you. His hand moves to your stomach as he presses himself into your back. “I was worried I had to wait longer to feel your skin pressed against mine” He groans out, his lips brushing against the side of your ear. You could his member against your back and instead of feeling uncomfortable in the moment, you could feel yourself getting wet with anticipation.

Your left hand reaches up to grab onto his long hair, making him groan against the side of your neck. You pull at it as you detach yourself from him only to be met with hungry and sharp green eyes. “V” his name leaves your lips in a whisper.

You watch as V smirks, hands itching to touch you, to be near you. He was being compelled by you, what he was already feeling for you was enhanced in some way. All he wanted was to be near you. “I made this party for you; just for you” He continues, eyes scanning over your body with hunger in his eyes.

“I love what you’ve done with the place” You affirmed. You really did enjoy waking up to the scene in front of you. Man and woman with all of their inhibitions lowered as they delve into their deepest sexual desires. Your smile widens as their moans fill the room, your attention moving back to the blonde man that seems desperate to have yours.

“What a good boy you’ve been” You declare, running your hands down the side of his cold cheeks. He stood in nothing but a pair of long pants as he nuzzled against your hand. “You deserve a reward” You watch his playful eyes light up at the mention of a possible reward.

You grab onto his hand pulling him along with you to the side, where you knew the thin curtains would give you some type of privacy. You sit on the edge of the bed, pulling him closer to your body as you look up at him. “What do you want?” You give him the choice, watching as his smile widens and he kneels down before you. “What is your deepest darkest desire?” You whisper, your hand coming down to caress his jaw, tilting his head upwards.

Your eyes snap open as your forehead is drenched in sweat even if your room remained as cold as before. You were no longer trapped against your bed as you now sat up to lean against your headboard. You still felt that dominating presence around you, making you push back the sheets with your feet as you scramble into the bathroom. Brushing your hair away from your face as you move to throw cold water on your face.

Your eyes meet someone else’s in the mirror, only to scream out loud as another version of you looks back. The initial fear dies down; your body feeling more and more relax with the yellow eyed woman in front of you. It was like another version of you. A better looking version of you.

“Who are you?” You camly question, still feeling weary at the site in front of you. None of this felt like a dream, the reality of the situation resting on whether you were really going insane or not. “I go by the name Qetesh.” Your voice answers you back, “The goddess of nature, beauty and...sexual pleasure.”

You were not expecting that. Of course, you’ve heard from her in history class– the only time she was mentioned was as the wife of the god of war. “Why is it that I’m only known for being beside a man?” She… You ask.

“We’re sharing the same body and mind, don’t look so surprise when I respond to your thoughts”

“Am-“

“You’re not on drugs” Qetesh cuts you off, smiling back at you. The whole situation strangely eerie.

“You’re also not hallucinating or having a weird dream and the faster you come to terms with the faster I- I mean, we can have some fun.”

It took you another ten minutes to get your head wrapped around everything, making you snap out of your thoughts by clearing her throat.

“Now, since we are clearly going nowhere. I’ll make you a small proposal.” She declares, leaning forward on the marble counter in the mirror. “If you may grant me control of your body, I’ll make sure your deepest desires come true. Preferably, the more sexual ones.” She stops, taking the time to read what you actually thought of this whole situation.

“Oh, no I don’t force anyone. I need permission” she says, as if that was a fact.

“I only make the scary go away, like over thinking and fear of being naked in front of someone. That way they can truly enjoy themselves.”

“That’s exactly what you were thinking, right?” A smile.

You think back to all of those moments in the last three years of having complete freedom and how you chose each time to stay in your apartment. It wasn’t for a lack of trying on your classmates, in your first year you had been approached and invited to various groups and parties. It was your own fear of eventually getting rejected that made you push away and decline any sort of invitation to do some actual socializing.

After the second year, most of the same people stopped trying. Moving on to the next freshman and only saying the occasional ‘hi’ as they passed by. By your third year, all of them had already moved on and the only people you interacted with were the ones you had projects with, outside of that your social was very non existent.

You look back at the soul in the mirror, it knew exactly what you were thinking and yet it stayed quiet as you tried to make a decision. It wasn’t forcing you to do anything, but this could be an opportunity to experience new things with having to feel like you’re doing everything wrong.

“Is that a yes?” Your voice echoes against the empty bathroom walls. You accept with a nod, “I will need you to say it out loud, or it won’t work”

You hesitate for a moment, but as you look back at your own reflection everything you were sure that this was what you wanted.

“I accept”

The decision didn’t take long, the moment Qetesh had full control of your body – you knew that you were just along for the ride. You watch as she raided your closet, picking out a dress that your mother had given you on your birthday in hopes that you would finally go out partying with your friends. You had hung it up in your closet and completely forgotten about it.

It didn’t feel crowded in your head, no headache longer in sight as the both of you argued about the very sexy looking dress. “It’s not like I need to wear that dress to lounge around my apartment” You try to reason with her, doing absolutely nothing stop her. Still having some type of control over your body.

“Who says we are just staying in all night?” She puzzled. “There’s a party tonight, a Summer Solstice if I am remembering correctly.”

Your eyes widen at the idea of going to that party, “Relax, I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you” She assures, “I’m in here with you, remember?”

She was right. Stop worrying, (Y/N) - you thought to yourself. So you take a metaphorical sit in the back of your mind and watch attentively as she gets ready and struts her way into the elevator.

It didn’t take long until you were back into the bustling city, headed to the one party of the year others had been talking about nonstop.

It was being held in an old abandoned hotel, known for renting out the big rooms for college graduations and weddings. No one ever knew the reason for why it closed down, but they didn’t care as a place where anyone could do whatever the fuck they want was readily available.

You weren’t in a costume as the rest of the party goers, but you never felt as if you were out of place. The music was pulsing off the walls of the old fading ballroom walls, the crowd in front of you jumping to the sound and sweaty bodies connecting with each other as their hips moved to the beat. This was exactly what you were expecting.

You made your way to the makeshift bar, smiling at the bartender as you instantly catch his attention. You take a sip of your drink, leaning with your back against the counter as your gaze moves around the crowd. “Funny seeing you here” A voice that should’ve startled you says from your left, yet you turn to the side with a calm demeanor as you gaze up and down the man in front of you. “I didn’t think this was the type of place you would show up”

Taehyung looks back at you, a different hair color from the blonde he was sporting earlier – lilac, it suited him. You watch as he takes a long sip of his beer before glancing back at you.

“You changed your hair” you acknowledge with disinterest. Qetesh moving to lean on her side, facing the tall man. “You look better” you shrug, leaning your head against your hand as you stare at his side profile. He was a familiar looking man; as if the other soul sharing your body could recognize him from her past lives. He would always find her, whether it was intentional or not. Whatever it was, it was pulling you closer to him. Like a magnet to metal.

“And you actually have curves under all those hoodies. I guess we are learning things tonight” He replies, looking away from you and towards the bar.

Your hand reaches out, one finger moving down the back of his. You could feel him instantly relax under your touch, eyes closing shut.

In that moment, you could feel what he wanted and you were incredibly turned on. He was thinking of you.

Which in itself surprised you, but on the outside you became the playful girl you had always imagine yourself to be.

“Is that why you approached me?” You lean in close to him, close enough that your heart begun to beat faster and the loud music became just background noise compared to it. “You know, contrary to popular belief, if you want your crush to notice you… you should probably just talk to her and not be an asshole.”

Taehyung snaps his eyes towards you, the smirk no longer painted on his pretty lips. He chuckles after a few seconds, albeit nervously, regaining his composure before taking another sip of his drink. “I have no idea what your talking about” He nonchalantly defends as he looks back at you with furrowed brows.

“Oh, baby. I know.” You bat your eyes at the speechless man in front of you. From one touch you could see the last two years from his point of view.

From him staying long nights in the library, watching the girl concentrate so hard on her book report that she had forgotten to take a break and him leaving snacks in the private desk you had rented, staring down at your sleeping form — watching you snore away.

The moment where he had first seen you, walking into class with your class schedule in hand and sweater paws hiding you from the cold air in in the room– thinking, she’s cute. Only to have you walk right past him and to a group at the back that had waved you over, never even sparing him a glance. Or the time he had run into you leaving the college campus—it was early fall, golden leaves falling all around as he took pictures for a school project he had to turn in. He saw you across the quad and decided he wanted to save that moment. He still has those pictures he took of you surrounded with the beauty of nature.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about” You chuckle; finally turning away from him. After all that time, you didn’t think anything of it. You were just as clueless when it came to the opposite sex.

Taehyung didn’t know what to do in that moment, staring at the side of your face, the lights hitting you in just the perfect angle. This had been the most he had talked to you since he had first seen you.Maybe it was the alcohol or the way your sweet perfume was intoxication him but he couldn’t stop the next words that came out past his lips. “You want to get out of here?” He blurts out, not giving the invitation a second thought.

“Sure”

Taehyung had taken you back to his apartment. The smell of cologne strong and lingering everywhere as you enter the living room, heels in hand. “Do you want something to drink?”

You shake your head, looking back to see him awkwardly pointing to the kitchen. “No, I’m good” You decline. You head towards the window, looking out at the city skyline and more importantly, a direct view into your apartment. You imagine that he must’ve seen all those times you had wandered around your underwear, listening to loud music or just sitting at the balcony sipping hot chocolate during the cold nights.

Taehyung watches you, hands crossed against his chest. He would have never imagined that you would be standing there.

Sure, he had his fair share of woman...and men, but you felt like a rare and refreshing sight to behold. “Are you just going to stand there all night?” Your voice startles him, turning around to face him. “Are you nervous Mr. Kim?” You slowly make your way towards him.

Taehyung chuckles, smile wide as he keeps your eyes on you as you drop your shoes to the side — a resounding thud filling the deafening silence. You stood right in front of him, “ Since when are you this confident?”

“Since when are you this shy?” You retaliate, a playful smirk on your lips.

Taehyung weighs all of the possible outcomes, he could kiss you right now and have you push away from him in disgust or it could be the kiss he would always imagine it would be.

The silence between the two of you was comfortable, even a little playful as you both simply stood staring at each other. Daring the other to make the first move.

And then his lips met yours.

As you look into his eyes, Taehyung was sure he saw them flash a fierce yellow color. He didn’t think much of it as he notices you slowly stalking towards him, like a lioness to her prey.

He couldn’t move from the spot, his body stuck in place and rigid as he stood tall.

You begin to circle around him. Your eyes trailing over the white silk blouse and dress pants the barely cling to his well built body.

Your hand moves down the expose line between the silk blouse he was wearing. You could feel him shivering underneath your fingertips even when his face remained completely stoic. His breathing heavy as your finger kept going lower and lower until you were gripping his semi hard erection in your hand.

Taehyung’s body shudders, his eyes tightly closing instantly. Your grip hardens around him, enough elicit a sound from him but not enough to hurt him. You could feel his member move underneath your hand and against the clothing as his mouth drops open in ecstasy. It was you making him feel all those wonderful things, you were the reason he was hardening and twitching under your touch –making you smirk as you stare back into his half opened eyes.

“Please..” Taehyung whimpers, his hips thrusting slightly into your hand.

“Please what?” You tilt your head to the side as you sound authoritative and yet a slight playful. “Use your words, baby. Tell me exactly what you want.” your smile sweetly when you see his eyebrows furrow, his breathing getting heavier with each passing second. A sight that you find is making you on every passing second.

You love watching men crumble in front of you, but you had to admit that his face was one you definitely considered a work of art. You knew he was conflicted to act submissive in front of you, being used to being the one to take care of his partner. But you could see his true desires deep down – Taehyung wanted to know what it would be like to not be in control all the time. To be told what to do. To be taken care of. To be used by you.

You take your hand away from him, needy eyes quickly finding yours in a silent request for you to keep going.

You slowly walk back to the bed, looking back at the younger man behind you. Taehyung’s eyes swept across your body, his shoulders rolling back as you lay down on the satin sheets as you hinder him to come forward with just a finger.

Taehyung quickly walks closer to you only to be stopped by your foot on his chest. He bites his bottom lip, looking down your leg, hair falling in his eyes as his hands reach up to rub at your ankle. “You didn’t think it was going to be that easy, did you?” You tease him once again, pushing against his chest you lean back — opening up your legs as you push the dress away to the side. You watch as he gulps, having you on full display in front of him. “First, I want you to do something for me”

“What can I do?” His gruff voice resonates in the quiet room. “What do you need?” He continues, eyes moving down to your now exposed center. “I’ll do whatever you want” he breathes out, dropping down to his knees as he feels another wave of pleasure wash over his body. He moans out, feeling uncomfortable as his member hardens against the silk of his pants. Taehyung had no idea what had gotten over him, but he needed this to happen. He wanted this to happen.

“I want you to be a good little boy.” You lean forward, your finger under his chin as you lift his head until he was looking at you straight in the eyes. “And tell mistress what you want.”

“I want to worship every inch of your beautiful body” was Taehyung’s immediate response. You watch as he fidgets, eyes moving back to your crossed legs. His breath hitching as you spread them wide, “I think I’ve tortured you enough”

Taehyung leans in even closer, your foot resting against his shoulder before sliding the other one to do the same. You could feel him lay open mouth kisses on the inside of your thighs, teeth nipping at the flesh and tongue swiping out her and there. It made your body tremble at the feeling of his hot breath against your wet center.

“Do me a favor and put that tongue to good use” you let go of him, your left leg moving over his shoulder – pulling him closer to his face closer to your center. You feel him lay his tongue flat on you, his lips instantly wrapping around your clit as he starts to suck on it. He lets out a low moan, sending out vibrations all over your body.

You let out a sigh, feeling his experienced tongue push inside you. Taehyung begun to lick at you like a man starved for years as you run your hands through his dark hair. His large hands grip onto your thighs, nails digging into your flesh as his nose grinds into your clit.

You throw your head back, laying back on the bed as your legs wrap around his shoulders. One of Taehyung’s hand leaves your thigh, sliding up the side of your body and up to your breast. His grip lightens as his finger flicks against your nipple, eyes staring at your flushed face under his lilac bangs.

Taehyung pulls away with a pop. Resting his head on the inside of you right thigh, his eyes not leaving yours as his other hands slides in between your folds. You can feel him push one of his middle finger inside of you, feeling him curl it as he begins to pump it in and out of you at a painstakingly slow pace.

His fingers pinching at your nipple sending a wave of electricity through your body. “Fuck, you taste good” He growls, his mouth diving back down on your clit as he adds another finger inside of you.

Qetesh was enjoying the moment as if this was just an everyday occurrence, but you felt like your body was heating up. Being touched so intimately for the first time, everything was new and exiting – you wanted to feel more of it. Fuck, you needed to feel more of it.

As if reading your thoughts, Taehyung add another finger, three fingers moving quickly as he pulls his face off of you. His fingers start of slow, gradually gaining speed until he was going hard and at lighting speed, making your legs shake and your back arch at the feeling of your orgasm washing over you and over Taehyung as he continued to with his attack on the most sensitive parts of your body. The squelching sound where you were both connected filling the room as your mouth opens up in a silent moan.

You gather enough strength to grab onto his wrist and push him away, closing your legs together as your orgasm continues to pass.

Taehyung sits back on his knees, smirking as he admires the way your body had crumbled underneath him. He smirks, his thumb rubbing at your ankle as he waits for you to come down from your high. He swipes his thumb at the bottom of his lip, sticking it back in his mouth getting another taste of you – waiting anxiously in front of you for whatever you had planned next. You lean back up on your forearms at the man in front of you, standing up on shaky legs before looking straight down at him.

You can’t help but run your fingers through his hair, pushing it back and exposing his forehead. His eyes looking up at you as his tongue swipes out to lick the bottom of his lip, your hand moving down the side of his full cheek and to the underside of his jaw. You tilt his head up, thumb running across his full bottom lip as you pull him up to stand at his feet — standing up with him.

You look up at him, hands moving to the side of his fitted silk pants and tugging at the fabric as you look down — erection already pushing hard against the fabric. “Take them off” you softly say, an order that sends a chill of anticipation down his spine before his movíng to get rid of the annoying clothing item that’s been causing him nothing but discomfort since the moment he entered the room. As he kicks it off of his feet and across the room. “You’re like a work of art” you praise, giving him the once over as you move closer to him.

Taehyung stood there proudly in all his naked glory, watching as your hands move to his collarbones. Your finger slowly slides down the tan skin, over his broad chest and his hard stomach. You instantly stop, moving your hand away as you watch his member twitch in slow anticipation. It was longer than you expected, albeit less girth than you had imagine.

Your gaze moves to meet his once again, “Lay on the bed” You whisper, flicking a thumb under his chin before moving away.

You circle the bed, as Taehyung jumps on it – sliding up to lean slightly against the headrest.

Your knees dip into the bed, slowly crawling over him. Your lips landing on his left hip bone, moving to the his lower abdomen – feeling it tighten under your soft touch. You continue making your way up his body, leaving a trail of kisses in your wake as you finally meet him face to face.

The two of you stare at each other for a moment before your lips meet his, soft and delicate as they mold with yours – tasting yourself on his tongue before your pulling away.

“I think after what you’d did for me, it’s only fair that I return the favor” You whisper against his ear, not waiting for a response before your sliding back down his tan body.

“Please just touch me” He asks in a small voice, his heart racing a mile a minute as his eyes fluttering close – feeling your warmth breath on his shaft. He didn’t think beneath the awkward and shy girl next door was this sexual goddess that had managed to get him hard with just a touch. He was hot and sweaty, his member was achingly hard and at this point he only had one thing on his mind, to cum.

You grip onto the base of his member, looking back at him. His body was tense under your touch.

You don’t waste time in seeing his reaction as you wrap your mouth around the head of his member. Your cheeks hollow out as you moan out at the taste of his salty pre cum on your tongue.

Taehyung’s whimpers fill the room as you slide your mouth down his member, hitting the back of your throat halfway. Your own hand traveling down to your clit as you bob your head up and down his hard member, letting up moans that only seem to make him shudder underneath you at the vibrations he felt.

“M-more” He whimpers out, leaning back on his firearms as he watches you pleasure yourself as you pleasure him. Your other hand moves away from the base of his cock to his neglected balls. Your hand tightens slightly around them as your movements increase in speed. “I’m gonna cum” Taehyung tried to say, his abdomen tightening as he feels one of the best orgasms he has ever had. Or would have had if you hadn’t pulled away so abruptly.

“What are you doing?” A look of panic enters his face, you weren’t just going to leave him like that, that you weren’t going to let him finish.

You don’t answer his question until you’re pushing him back into the bed and you’re sitting over his stomach. “Relax, Baby Boy. I just want you to cum somewhere else.” You grind your grind yourself against his painfully hard member sitting against his stomach, feeling his hips jerk upwards as you continue your movements.

You grip the base of his cock, sitting up on your knees as you push the head inside of you. His eyes moving to where the two of you were connected, watching you slowly slide down his cock.

Taehyung was a mess, wet strands of his lilac hair sticking to his sweaty forehead as his large hands grip your hips. Your movement begin as small circles, feeling full at the intrusion but still feeling total bliss at how the two of you fit so perfectly. Your hands lay against his chest as you begin to pick up speed, moans leaving your lips as his hands grip at your flesh — making you go faster.

Taehyung couldn't help but love the melodic sounds that came from you, he wanted to hear more of them. His eyes travel up your body, finally moving away from where the two of you connect. His eyes moving to your breasts, watching as they bounce with every thrust you made, to your face, to the hair sticking to the side of your face and how your head was thrown back in full and simple bliss.

In his mind, you were a masterpiece. One where he suddenly had the urge to take pictures and frame them for himself —for his eyes only. And as you begin to grind your hips hard against his, he sits up.

Taehyung wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close to his body as he begins peppering kisses in every inch of your body he could come across.

Your hands entangling in his hair as you reach your second orgasm of the night. His following close behind.

He stays inside of you as your lips meet in a passionate frenzy.

No words being said, the two of you pull away as you lay next to each other — entangled in the messy chests of his bed. The two of you look at each other, lazy smiles on your faces as the sun shined in through the glass window

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Chasing Feelings

Summary:  Adrien is entranced with Marinette and her voice.

Ao3

Day 4: Your Voice

Marinette sat up from her bed exhausted from the sleep that never came. She spent most of the night trying to separate her thoughts between Adrien and Chat. To say that she didn’t feel something for either boy would be a lie, especially since she admitted it to Tikki the night before, but she couldn’t lie to herself that she has felt more confused than she has in weeks.  

In her superhero form, Chat had been sprinkling in his sweet charm, filling her heart with so much warmth and love that she couldn’t imagine a life where he wasn’t around, and even though it was an accident, the sweetness Adrien provided with those beautiful flowers really brightened up the soft spot in her heart. Then in her civilian form, Chat has started to become a companion and friend when she needed someone the most while Adrien has swooped in and stood alongside her when her temper started to get the better of her against Lila.

In the end, both boys were trying to kill her with love and kindness that she has no idea what to do.  

Tikki uttered a sigh of frustration. “Again, I think the only way you will solve this unknown is if you find out Chat Noir’s identity. Then you can see whether or not they are one in the same and if not, then you can figure out what to do from there.”

“Are you saying that he is or that he isn’t the same? Because it sounds like you want me to find out so I can stop moping around because maybe Adrien is Chat and that’s why you are so calm about everything!” Marinette responded in a frustrated tone.

“I’m saying nothing of the sort. All I’m saying is that you have every right to know who the miraculous user of the black cat is since you are the guardian and not knowing is eating at you from the inside.”

Marinette scowled at Tikki momentarily forcing herself to move away from the conversation. This was not something she wanted to discuss about this early in the morning.

She made her way to her desk, touching the flower petals from each bouquet so softly afraid they would fall and break if she pressed them too hard. She noticed the way each bouquet looked fairly the same, only adding fuel to the thoughts that surrounded her. She wanted to pretend that Chat Noir and Adrien used the same florist, but something eating at her is telling her something else.  

Diminishing those thoughts, Marinette made her way to get ready for the day. She didn’t want to think about the two boys, knowing that just doing so would tear her apart. So, for today, she would just try to focus on the day ahead and just enjoy the happier thoughts for now. She needed to prep herself to talk to Adrien anyways; the thoughtful flowers needed to be thanked for and acting like a stuttering mess would not be in the cards. She soon found herself thinking back to the flowers, unconsciously humming an utterly sweet tune in the process.  

No matter how much she tried, it seemed that the flowers, the blond boy with green eyes and a model smile, and a blond boy with silly puns and cat ears stayed on her mind most of the morning. She continued to hum as she made her way downstairs, prompting a smirk from both her parents. She hummed on the way to school, only stopping long enough to have a meaningful conversation between her friends. As she broke away from the girls, the soft hum started back up again.  

Adrien was standing near the group of girls, talking to Nino and Kim about the race in PE when Adrien heard the soft sound. He looked up and wandered away to follow the tune, completely ignoring the conversation mid sentence. Kim and Nino looked to each other in confusion, heads tilted over the abruptness of his departure. Alya watched the interaction, eyebrows perked as she saw Adrien make his way towards the locker room.

When Adrien turned the corner, Marinette was standing at her locker, looking radiant and calm, something he hadn’t seen in some time. The thoughts washed through him again, making his heart flutter. Making his way quietly towards the raven-haired girl, he could see the smile spreading across her face, her soft eyes glowing with happiness.

Marinette closed her locker and turned her head, jumping a bit to see Adrien standing a few centimeters away. “Adrien.” She announced easily, her voice just as soft as her eyes.

“Hey, Marinette. I-” Adrien just realized how weird this might have been. He followed her from the hallway just to hear her hum. “I, uh...”

Marinette giggled. She felt brave. He brought her those flowers last night, there’s no mistake about that. She can be just as brave.

“My maman told me a cute boy brought by flowers last night.” Adrien blushed. “She wasn’t wrong.” She cupped his cheek and placed a chaste kiss to his cheek. Doing it as Ladybug was one thing, but doing it as her civilian self was another. “Thank you for thinking of me. They’re absolutely beautiful.”

Adrien pressed his fingers to his cheek, brushing the lingering sensation of her kiss. “You-you’re welcome, Marinette. Like I said in the note, if you need anyone to lean on or to protect you or to talk to, you can always count on me. I mean it.”

The first bell rang startling them both. Marinette grabbed Adrien’s hand and squeezed it. “I will. Thanks for standing by me when Lila tried to attack me. You have no idea how much that meant to me.”

Not wanting to let her hand go, Adrien twisted his hand and intertwined his fingers with hers. It was her turn to blush but she didn’t turn away. “I’ll walk you to class?”  

Marinette nodded and allowed Adrien to guide her. She mentally thanked herself for prepping well this morning, especially seeing that she was able to speak to him without stammering. Then allowing him to hold her hand this way? Never in a million years would she be able to do it without melting into a puddle. Externally, she was completely fine, cool, and collective. Internally, though, she was a raging mess, confused as heck as to why Adrien has all of a sudden ‘found’ her, and is now treating her differently than the friendship he’s always claimed to have. Did he think this was another friendly thing to do? Or is he actually seeing her in a different light? Whatever this is, she is just going to relish in it now and scream into her pillow later.

Upon entering the class, all eyes were on the two seemingly innocent friends. Alya stared wide-eyed while Nino adjusted his cap. Lila scowled and Mylene, Rose, and Juleka let out a loud gasp. Alix and Kim were ready to exchange money when they heard Chloe grunt in anger.

“What is this!” Chloe huffed. “Adrikins. Why are you holding her hand?”

Adrien looked down at their intertwined hands and shrugged. Marinette felt a little embarrassed and started to remove her fingers when Adrien held her hand a bit tighter. “I didn’t realize I needed a reason to hold Marinette’s hand.”

“You want to deal yourself with this... with this commoner? She’s beneath you!” She hissed.

Adrien was seeing red. “The only thing that’s beneath me, Chloe, is your attitude. I suggest you change it.”

Chloe was taken back and confused over the anger. She had never seen him angry before. She murmured her “utterly ridiculous” before sitting back down, everyone now scowling at her over her gross words. Adrien turned to Marinette and noticed her coil into herself, tears threatening to fall at the corner of her eyes. Not skipping a beat, Adrien picked wrapped her into a hug until the tension in her shoulders dropped. “I told you I would be here for you. To protect you and to talk to. Okay?”

Marinette nodded in return. “Thank you,” she said so softly only Adrien could hear, “for standing up for me.”

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When free period came, Marinette made her way to the art room, looking to be mostly alone with people who didn’t speculate or criticize her. She walked into the classroom and noticed it was empty, letting out a breath of relief at the notion of being freely alone.

She took out her sketch book and put on a playlist, humming along as she sketched. Most of the time, her sketchbook was filled with designs from the atmosphere around her, jotting down ideas that inspire her in their element. Other times, like right now, she would sketch whatever came into her mind, mindlessly dumping any anxiety or sadness that was hidden beneath the veneer. Humming mindlessly to the first song, she started to sketch the flowers that sat on her desk. She closed her eyes and visually remembered them, drawing whatever she could grasp while simultaneously bringing back the happiness that surrounded her this morning.  

A few minutes in, her hand was relaxed and the tension in her shoulders were gone. A new song crossed her playlist and couldn’t help but sing along with the lyrics.  

Exiting the library, Adrien made his way to the bathroom when he heard the voice. The sound intrigued him in the same way the hum entranced him earlier and he made his way to follow it. Glancing towards the open door, he noticed Marinette sitting peacefully at the table, pencil moving in quick strokes while she sang sweetly alongside the music that played through her earbuds. Every so often, she would stop singing and poke her tongue out the side of her mouth in sheer concentration, finishing whatever line she was currently working on. She would then shift in her seat and start singing again.

Adrien couldn’t move as he was captivated by her voice. The sounds emanating from her were sweet and heavenly. Adrien has heard her sing before during the Jagged Stone concert, but it was rock music and it was while he was Chat Noir, so hearing her as Adrien and singing something calming was both intriguing and enjoyable. He hovered at the door as he watched her closely, reveling in the music that came from her lungs.

Nathaniel and Alix made their way back to the art room, but noticed the model standing at the doorway. They both watched him closely, chuckling to themselves as they witnessed Adrien’s trademark heart eyes, the ones he only made towards Marinette.

Marinette stopped to admire her work when she felt a presence in the doorway. She looked up and noticed Adrien smiling resulting in a loud squeak from her as she removed the earbuds from her ears.

Adrien instantly realized what he had been doing, prompting an onslaught of incoherent words in a jumbled-up mess. Marinette could only blush and giggle, fearing that if she were to say something to him it would come out the same. Rubbing his neck nervously, he breathed out to mentally prepare his next sentence, getting it out completely and coherently. “You have a really pretty voice, Marinette. You know... playing the piano can get lonely sometimes. Maybe you would want to get together and do a duet with me?” Adrien blushed. “I mean, as friends, right? I mean, it would be cool, and a duet with your voice and my piano would sound so nice, and... ugh.” Okay, so not completely free of idiocy.

Marinette blushed. “Yea- yeah. That sounds nice. As. Friends...”

Adrien mentally slapped himself. “I’ve got to go. I’ll see you later?”

Marinette smiled sadly. “I’ll see you later.”  

Adrien turned to see Alix and Nathaniel, arms crossed and looking amused. Adrien just groaned as he made his way towards the bathroom.

[kyufiber-moved]

hey hi helloo~ so,,,you kinda seem like you know lots of kdramas,,,,and i wanted to ask you,,,if you could recommend me some of your favorites? tbh anything would be fine kdjs it can be something where i can cry my heart and soul out or something really cute! that's totally up to you (but something where i can absolutely get emotionally invested in that it shatters my heart is what i probs need rn tbh 😩✊🏻)

this is my time to shine 🤓🤓🤓 i DEFINITELY CAN !!! esp for my favorite follower 😔💕 also this is gonna be pretty long bc i gave a lot of info for each drama so i’ll put a read more~!

_ MY PERSONAL FAVS _

go ho’s starry night- a chinese-korean collaboration drama starring snsd's yuri, kim youngkwang (the secret life of my secretary), and lee jihoon (legend of the blue sea) - go ho (yuri) is a dedicated worker who deals with her grumpy boss and quirky coworkers. she requests to be transferred to a different team, where she discovers her new boss is her ex-boyfriend, and then basically there forms a harem of 5 of her coworkers who all like her- super fluffy!! episodes are only about 15 minutes long each, and although there is angst, there's a lot more comedy and fluff. the relationship between the two main leads is adorable and had me squealing way more than once

put your head on my shoulder- a chinese drama starring fair xing (master devil do not kiss me) and lin yi- si tu mo is a bubbly girl who moves into a house only to find out that the owner's nephew (?), gu wei yi,  is already living there, and the two end up living together. si tu mo is sweet and outgoing, while gu wei yi is quiet and intellectual- SO cute. although the plot seems cliche, the focus is not really on them living together, that's just what brings them together originally, and the main lead isn't the stereotypical "cold and super smart asshole" type, he's actually very sweet. there are a lot of episodes but i would definitely recommend watching this!

like- a korean webdrama that you can find on youtube starring kim yu an, kim kangmin (maybe, maybe not), yoo jungwoo (love after school), and seo ji hye- about a group of students who create a film club to make youtube videos and the dumb shit they get into, plus there's some romance, betrayal, and fuckboys. - so so so so cute honestly. the dynamic between the characters of the club is so cute and funny, plus the love triangle has me wheezing. also the asshole fuckboy gets what he deserves which is super satisfying. it hasn't finished airing yet, but so far it's really cute

failing in love- korean webdrama  you can find on youtube starring son sang yeon (triple fling), yang hye ji, and shin yoon seop- about a group of high schoolers who deal with falling in love, crushes, rejection, etc.- ok so the summary i gave was pretty vague but that's because any more and i'd be exposing the whole plot. there is humor and fluff but also teenage angst, and the characters are all more complex than they first appear. i would highly recommend this show !!!

i have 3 boyfriends- short webdrama you can find on youtube starring kim ji eun, park sungwoo (produce 101 season 2 [that 30 year old dude who danced to rain's song OMG], moon jihoo, and lee jungsik - when la hi gets in a car accident and wakes up with amnesia she finds that she has 3 men all claiming to be her boyfriend.- OK LISTEN . this show is so funny and cute. let me just say: you MUST watch to the end. that's all i'll say. pLS WATCH

last minute romance- two episode drama special starring han seung yeon (age of youth) and lee seo won (the liar and his lover)- when baek se finds out she has terminal cancer and only has a short time to live, she desperately wants to complete her one bucket list item: date her favorite actor. it's then that she meets an aspiring actor who looks exactly like her favorite actor- so cute and very short, so you won't spend ages trying to finish. it is very fluffy, cute, and funny, but has an underlying tone of sadness because the main female lead has cancer and will eventually die. also her best friend is a monk??? the ending is bittersweet but very fitting

want more 19- a short webdrama you can find on youtube starring jung ha joon, sin gi hwan,  jeon yoo rim, nam yoon soo, and lee jungha- a story of 5 friends in high school. A mutual crush, a one-sided love, and a rough patch for sweethearts, all taking place right around the end their senior year- OH GOD i can't breathe this drama is so cute. it had me squealing every single episode, and it's very lighthearted with hardly any angst 

splash splash love- a two episode drama starring kim seulgi (queen of the ring) and highlight's doojoon (radio romance)- right before her ksat, danbi is transported to the past during a freak rain shower and is mistaken for a eunich (which, in korean, is the same word for high school senior) . due to her knowledge of future math, the king enlists her to teach him mathematics and they fall in love- a lowkey parody/remake of the kdrama love in the moonlight but if you added time travel into the mix and took out nearly all the angst. SO cute and funny, and has a happy but open type ending

something about 1 percent (2016)- korean drama starring jeon so min and ha seokjin (drinking solo)- lee jae in is an arrogant company heir, whose wealthy grandfather who decides to grant all his wealth to a kindly elementary school teacher. to only way for anyone else to get the money is for someone to marry her, but they devise a contract that changes it to date for 10 months. although they hate each other at first, they eventually fall in love- this drama is super cute and the kisses are AMAZING. there are crazy exes and all that but the couple's dynamic is super cute and they quickly warm up to each other

triple fling (s1)- a short choose-your-own-ending  korean webdrama on youtube starring jung bomin, son sangyeon (failing in love), themanblk's jeongyou, and themanblk's eom sewoong- lee sehee accidentally becomes friends with the three most popular boys in school and ends up in a love square with them- alright im whipped for stuff like this so naturally i loved it. i also really liked how viewers could choose their own ending as for which boy she chose. there is a second season that i haven't seen yet that focuses on another girl in ANOTHER love square (containing one of the guys from sehee's love square) in which it shows which boy she actually did choose (and it was my favorite so . yay!)

weightlifting fairy kim bok joo- a korean drama starring lee sungkyung (cheese in the trap) and nam joohyuk (who are you: school 2015)- a drama about a female weightlifter who falls in love. persuing the relationship would jeopardize her weightlifting, and focusing on weightlifting would jeopardize her relationship with her crush.  she and her group of friends deal with one-sided crushes, athletic pressure, and self-love.- i watched this drama in full in only two days, and loved it. seriously, it's funny, cute, sad, and just a generally AWESOME drama. plus it takes a lot of cliches and makes fun of them or turns them on their head

when you love yourself (s1)- a short webdrama you can find on youtube starring jung mingyu (sweet revenge 2) and saet byeol . - about a girl who is heavier than her classmates who struggles with self-love and self-acceptance, and along the way finds love- god. i can't even explain how much i loved this drama. the message is wonderful and there's no moment where she glows up and loses weight and then gets the guy's attention or anything: he simply loves her as who she is, no matter what weight she is, and is supportive. there's also an episode that focuses on the queen bee girl who also struggles with weight and self-love and it's just beautiful 

after school: lucky or not (s1)- short drama starring 5urprise: kang tae oh (my first first love), seo kang joon (are you human too), gong myung (drinking solo), lee taehwan (w: two worlds), and yoo il, as well as kim so eun (our gab soon)- when so eun gets an invite to the choose-your-mission club, she meets 5 chaotic guys that she becomes friends with, but there's something they aren't telling her.- yes, there is a lil romance and a love triangle HOHO. ok but seriously this drama is the most crackheadery i've ever seen like. genuinely i was just wheezing so hard every episode because of the dumb sh*t the guys were doing and so eun's reaction. this drama seems dumb and funny at first, but there are emotional moments as well as some angst relating to the love triangle and the origin of the club. please do watch this show !!! (don't recommend season 2, though)

accidentally in love - a chinese drama starring amy sun (the eternal love), fiction guo, and ma li- chen qingqing, who is raised by her grandfather) is arranged to be married, but wants to find love on her own terms. on the day of the wedding, she runs away to the university her parents attended to find out more about their death. to hide from her grandfather, she changes her appearance drastically and enters university. her new deskmate turns out to be singer si tu feng, whom she has already run into and has gotten off on the wrong foot with- so this drama was longer than the ones i usually watch but it was worth it. it was cute and they didn't drag out the couple not getting together for ages like some dramas tend to do. the romance was super cute and the female lead's undeterred determination to march to her own drummer was amusing. the only thing i didn't like is that they didnt give the side couple enough screentime bc they were super cute too

my woofy poofy love / my dog-like dating- a short korean webdrama you can find on youtube starring chae ji an and kim do hoon (your imagination becomes reality)- a girl who has recently been cruelly dumped by her boyfriend brings a stray dog back to her home and wakes up to find that instead of a dog, there is a man! she happens to be looking for a roommate, and so this man (who can turn into a dog) becomes her new housemate- literally adorable. female lead is stunning and the relationship is so cute and fluffy and innocent, but the kiss is steamy as hell. 

unrequited love (2019)- a chinese drama starring zhu yan man zi and zhao shun ran- a story of a girl who has secretly loved the same boy for 10 years, but he doesn't know she exists, until one day when they meet in college. so begins their love story, but things become more complicated because of other people- ok so like . damn i love this couple. this drama is really cute but has its fair share of angst, so don't expect an easy ride the whole way through. very cute though !!_ MORE DRAMA RECS _

a love so beautiful- a chinese drama starring shen yue (meteor garden) and hu yi tuan- chen xiaoxi has liked her neighbor jiangchen onesidedly for years, and continues to like him despite his seeming disinterest. but her determination and bubbly personality, as well as a romantic threat starts to cause him to fall for her- aight so . i feel like this drama was dragged out a little bit longer than necessary and then the ending was slightly rushed but!! it WAS a great and super cute drama

ok to be sensitive (s1)- a webdrama you can find on youtube starring kim da ye and kim youngdae (extraordinary you) and others im too lazy to put- focuses on feminist issues like sexism and sexual harassment in a college setting, which each episode focusing on one particular incident and the characters dealing with it- listen so like . this show had me emotional at some points bc of how amazing the message was. it dealt with sexual harassment, sexism, how females are expected to act, stalking, pressure to have sex... etc and basically every episode was like . you can stand up for yourself. you don’t have to “take it” just bc you’re a female, etc. also there was really cute romance uwu

ok to be sensitive (s2)- season 2 of otbs, also can be found on youtube, starring yoo hye in and lee shin young, as well as others but again im too lazy to list them all- same thing as season 1, but a different cast of main characters, and set in an office workplace. (original cast makes a cameo at the end)- the issues in season 2 were definitely a bit darker because it was set in a work place, where the main characters were worried about getting fired if they stood up for themselves, but the way things were handled was really admirable imo. also the male lead in this one is ABSOLUTELY adorable

go back diary- a 4 episode webdrama you can find on youtube starring kim ye ji and lee jong won (jaemin’s webdrama how to hate you)- about a boy who sees a girl at a karaoke bar (?) and instantly develops a crush on her. she then transfers to his school, and it tells the story of their love story after 10 years.- i’ll just say it right now. the whole drama was adorable except for the ending, which fucking sucked. literally was horrible. boycott episode 4 pls i was SO UPSET. otherwise, great webdrama

before we get married- taiwanese drama starring puff guo (just you; we got married w/ suju’s heechul) and jasper liu- tells the story of two people who already have partners and are planning to marry them, only to meet each other and fall in love- bro this show had so much angst i couldn’t even breathe lmfao. but the romantic scenes between the two leads were S T E A M Y let me TELL you. 

love after school (s1)- korean webdrama that can be found on youtube starring park so eun and yoo jungwoo (like)- about a couple who fell in love in high school and their story, told from 5 years later when they meet again- i love love love this bitch. LOVE. season 2 ... we won’t speak of her lol. but season 1 is super cute and the ???? kiss at the end(ish)??? DEAD. literally anything with yoo jungwoo will destroy me but omg. it was fantastic

lucky romance- a korean drama starring hwang jung eum (she was pretty) and ryu joon yeol (reply 1988) - about a woman who believes wholeheartedly in superstitions meeting a man who believes only in science and mathematics, and their very chaotic love story- this show was so funny tbh. the main couple’s dynamic was HILARIOUS and even though they were literally complete opposites they worked so well together. warning: towards the end there’s that whole ‘i have to be noble and let you go bc its for the best’ bullshit but!!! there is a happy ending 

maybe, maybe not- a webdrama starring kim kangmin (like) and gong yoorim- a girl who can read minds and is an outside bc she knows what everyone is really thinking meets a guy that she can’t read the mind of- so fluffy. so cute. oh god. pls watch it’s so soft and cute 

my first first love- a korean drama starring jisoo (strong woman dbs), dia’s chaeyeon (drinking solo), and b1a4′s jinyoung (love in the moonlight)- about a group of friends who all, due to various circumstances, move into their friend tae oh’s house, and find love along the way.- idk why netflix did that dumbass thing where they did mffl 1 and mffl 2 but they’re the same show, just eps 1-8 then 8-16. anyways !! very cute show!! jisoo is fine as hell. taeoh and the rich girl are cute together. i found the ending abrupt and unsatisfying, but overall a good show

thumping spike (s1)- a korean drama starring hwang seung eon (part-time idol) and song jae rim (our gab soon) - about a volleyball team and their coach who are aiming for success, and a female professional volleyball player who becomes their athletic mentor- i know it doesnt sound super romantic but trust me. there is lots of romance, and even a love triangle hehe

u-prince: the single lawyer- a thai drama apart of the u-prince series starring august vachiravit paisarnkulwong and apple lapisara intarasu- firstclass is a straight a student who is strict about punctuality and properness, while minute is a spoiled rich girl who loses all her luxuries when her family files for bankruptcy. she begins “going out” with her gay best friend, aka firstclass’ brother, for money and ends up living in their house, but she and firstclass hate each other- listen all the u prince dramas are cringy and low quality but does it look like a give a shit . NO BC I KEEP WATCHING THEM . they’re cute ok . anyways this was my favorite one so this is the one im recommending yeehaw

unexpected heroes- a short korean drama sponsored by the CDC organ transplant management center, starring btob’s minhyuk, ioi’s sohye, and choi jonghoon- about three high school students who discover that, after their respective organ transplants, they have supernatural powers- though there’s not much focus on romance in this drama, it’s still funny and cute. plus minhyuk is in it and what more can you ask for ?? lol. anyways the trio uses their powers to help solve crimes n stuff it’s gr8 and ive been waiting for a season 2 for 98429834 years

what to do with you- a korean webdrama - that is actually literally an ad for a facemask - starring lee hayoung and kim youngdae (extraordinary you)- saerom and geun are friends, but it feels like they’re something more. will they ever take the next step?- yeah this webdrama is super cute and that’s really all lol. also the bitchy girl in love after school is the best friend in this one oho

your imagination becomes reality- a webdrama that can be found on youtube starring oh se young, kim dohoon (my woofy poofy love), and jin ho eun- soram has a crush on a mysterious upperclassman, and wishes to see him again: she does, soon after. each time she makes a wish, it seems to magically come true. - yeah so like . it’s not a supernatural thing or anything, it’s just a cute college romance that’s basically every girl with a crush’s dream lol~! 

[jungshookz]

Ooo Christmas drabble with tae, getting bby fever when you see him with your baby cousins on xmas day and playing with them a being an overall daddy (ahem pun intended) but getting slightly and playfully jealous cause (one) your cousins like him more than you and (69) he's giving your cousins too much attention. Time for the attention attack!

🎄 pairing: kim taehyung x reader

🎄 genre: boyfriend!taehyung, very vERY soft hours aka the fluffiest fluff, tae is SO good with kids, your baby cousin lowkey hates u

🎄 wordcount: 2.9k

🎄 notes: i.,,.,. this is,., probably the cutest thing i’ve ever written in my entire life,, i wanted to add more at the end but i thought the ending was perfect?? idk!! enjoy!!

(gif isn’t mine!)

“peekAboo~!” tae gasps as he moves his hands away from his face

he crosses his eyes and sticks his tongue out and you can’t help but snort at how dumb he looks as you watch him play with your baby cousin

you and tae are at your family’s annual christmas party and the minute you got the invite tae was like okAY time to buy an ugly christmas sweater

so here is his wearing an obnoxiously green christmas sweater that’s supposed to be representative of an elf’s uniform

it has jingle bells on them so you know you won’t lose tae at the party because you’ll be able to hear him every time he takes a step

you and tae have been together for two years now

last year when he came to the christmas party everyone loVed him unsurprisingly

and you were feeling pretty proud because u were like yA this is the mans i’m dating can u believe it

anyways

everyone’s waiting for the turkey to finish roasting in the oven

so you’re in the living room sitting on the couch next to tae and the baby

you’re curled up in one corner and tae’s curled up at the other end so you’re both facing each other

of course there are a couple other relatives in the room but they’re all in their own world

you don’t even know where your aunt went she just dumped the baby on tae even tho u were like heLLo i’m her cousin why don’t u give her to mE

“peekaboo!!!!” tae’s fingers dig into her chunky sides gently and he wiggles them

your baby cousin squeals in delight and gurgles at him

her chubby fingers wrap around his pinky and he coos before leaning in to plant a kiss on her chubby cheek “ooh you’re sO CUTe!!!!”

you feel your stomach do a flip

o

oh my what is this feeling

o god

u suddenly want a baby

u want a baby SO bad

more specifically u want tae’s babies

you can already see it

you can already see it

“she’s still not sleeping?” you rub the sleep out of your bleary eyes and let out a yawn

the baby fusses in tae’s arm and he makes a small sound of pity as he looks down at her “oh, i know, you’re so tired! you’re so sleepy… daddy’s sleepy too…”

he glances over his shoulder at you

“mhm, not yet. we’ll get there soon - i can feel it.” tae whispers as he paces back and forth while he rocks the baby - your guys’ baby - back n forth in his arms

the bedroom lamp casts a warm glow over his skin and you can’t help but run your eyes over the expanse of his bare back  

he hums a lullaby and the sound of his soothing voice fills the space in the room

and finally

peace

and once he does that he places the baby gently in the bassinet and tip toes back to the bed

he crawls into bed with you and pulls the covers up

his arm wraps around your waist and he pulls you into his chest and presses a kiss to the back of your shoulder

end of y/n’s baby fever dream

you let out a dreamy sigh before taking another sip of your punch while keeping your eyes trained on tae

“let me fix these tiny pigtails…” tae mutters as he adjusts the little pink bows around your cousin’s pigtails

he’s so perfect

you don’t know how you got so lucky

“there isn’t much to fix it’s not like she has a lot of hair” you comment and tae scowls playfully at you before covering your cousin’s ears

“don’t listen to your mean old cousin. you have so much hair!!” he rubs her baldish head before bouncing her up and down in his lap

“she’s BALD i don’t even know how those pigtails are-“

“taetae! can we play hide and seek?? can you seek??” tae turns his head when a grouP of your younger cousins run up to him with wide grins

um

excuse me

you’re always always the seeker

and ya you love tae but you’re not letting him strIP that title away from u

“uh! i’m usually the seeker, aren’t i?” you gasp and press a hand against your chest in mock pain

they all look over at you and by the looks on their faces they’re all like oh hey y/n we forgot u even existed in the first place

“.,,.,,but we want tAe to be the seeker!!”

“sorry, jagi. gotta listen to the people” taheyung lifts the baby up and you take her from him but you’re holding her like an arm’s length away from your body

she’s kind of just dangling there

tae blinks down at you and chuckles “she won’t bite, y’know”

“she’s teething - she’s definitely going to bite” you mutter

you’re HURT

your ego has been shattered because apparently you’re not good enough of a seeker!!!!! but taetae is!!!!!!!!

“you guys have 30 seconds to hide and then i’ll come after you. if i find you i can proMIse you’ll get a visit from the tickle monster!!!” all the kids squeal in a mixture of delight and feAR before scurrying off in all different directions

“you don’t wanna play hide and seek with us?” taheyung pokes your arm and you raise a brow “i’ll even help you find a hiding spot!!”

“i don’t hide. i seek - exclusively.” you huff playfully and turn your attention back to the baby

tae can’t help but roll his eyes at how childish you’re being

“taetae!!!!!!!”

“coming!! all of you better be hiding!!!” he turns and looks back down at you “duty calls”

“i’m just gonna hang out here with my nEW best friend” you wiggle your fingers under the baby’s armpit and she doesn’t laugh or crack a smile

in fact she looks.,, very unimpressed

huh

she was laughing up a stoRm when tae did it

even the baby hates you

“alright! don’t have too much fun without me!!” he leans down and gives you a kiss before running off “i’m coming!!!”

and then you pull your legs up so that the baby can lean back against your thighs

your toes are hanging off the edge of the couch but as long as the baby is comfy you’re fine

you look at the baby and she blinks up at you with wide eyes

you’re good with kids but you’ve never really been good with babies

“so… how’s your night going?” you ask the baby and watch as she shoves her fist into her mouth “you seem to like taetae a lot, don’t you?”

her drool drips onto your lap

“mhm. me too, girl.” you tsk and rub her little belly

it’s so rotund

so soft n round

hm

you poke it and she shrieks and you swear your ears start bleeding

jesus christ

babies are so loud

“oH- okay, sensitive spot, i won’t do it again” you raise your hands and she leans back against your thighs satisfactorily

she shrieks again when you pinch her tiny big toe

“you can’t scream every time i touch you. and don’t suck on your fist. it’s dirty.” you pull her fist out of her mouth with a pop and her bottom lip starts quivering and her round eyes start watering “well, you don’t have to cry about it!!” you scoff and shove her fist back into her mouth and she hums happily

babies are so weird

all of a sudden you hear laughter coming from down the hall

you recognise tae’s boisterous laugh immediately

“why don’t we go see what your boyfriend’s up to?” you ask the baby and she squeals before ripping her fist out of her mouth and flinging spiT all over your shirt “…taking that as an enthusiastic yes!”

you stand up and prop the baby up against your hip and step out into the hallway to see

o

oh god

ur icy heart grows ten times bigger in a millisecond

the kids are piling up onto tae as he tickles the youngest one out of the group “i told you the tickle monster was coming!!!” he laughs

“again, let’s play again!!!!” they cheer enthusiastically as they climb off tae’s back

“round 2?? you have 30 seconds!!!!” the kids immediately scatter and tae lets out a breath and leans back against his palms as he pants heavily

god

he’s sweAting up a storm

he sees you standing at the end of the hallway leaning against the back of the couch fully immersed in a conversation with the baby and he can’t help but smile

the baby gurgles and squishes her cheek against your shoulder and you coo and pinch her cheek and tae winces when the baby shrIEKS

his mind can’t help but wander to thoughts of you carrying his baby

you’d be a really good mom even tho you don’t think you’d be a good one

woW he wants you to have his babies

oOf suddenly he’s feeling a little overwhelmed by his love for you

“y/n!” tae calls for you and you look up

“look!! look at taetae!! look how tired he is and it’s only been one round!! taetae is weakweak!!!!” you mock his baby voice and taehyung rolls his eyes playfully

“why don’t you play a round with us? we’re having a lotTa fun!!”

“i told you i only seek-“

“y/n, why don’t you go play with the kids?” your aunt appears next to you and the baby immediately reaches for her

you’re low-key offended because you thought you and the baby were having a good time but whAtever

“i’ll take the baby, it looks like someone’s getting sleepy!!” your aunt coos and you nod before handing the baby to her

okay

obviously you have nothing better to do so

you’ll play one round

but if you’re going to hide you’re going to be the beSt hider and tae’s going to find you last OR he’s not going to find you at all and you’ll die in your hiding spot (hopefully that doesn’t happen)

you’re starting to realise why you liked being the seeker all these years

it’s because being in the dark by yourself surrounded by nothing but silence and accompanied by your overactive imagination is completely and utterly terrifying

you decided the closet would be a good hiding spot mainly because

you’re too big to squeeze under the bed

you’re too big to hide behind the curtains

hide and seek is a game for tiny CHILDren that’s why

but now that you have a moment alone

the first thing you think about is tae

you’re ecstatic that your entire family loves him

you love that the kids love him

you love that the baby loves him

you love him

you love him so much

he’s the sweetest guy ever

he’s so generous and thoughtful and alwAys helps other people before he helps himself

he’s adorable and devastatingly sexy at the same time

he’s well-spoken and well-mannered

and you can’t help but think about your future with him

you’re not planning to break up with him anytime soon and you hope he’S not planning to break up with you anytime soon

you wonder how he’ll propose to you (and little do u know tae’s starting to think about marriage too)

you wonder what your wedding will be like

you wonder how he’ll react when you become pregnant with your first child

you really don’t know how you got so lucky

there’s a big dumb smile on your face and you sniffle as you sit in the frickin closet

you realise that you’re literally crYIng just thinking about your boyfriend u emotional piece of shit

you reach up to wipe at your tears and-

“seriously, the closet?? i thought you were more- hey, you okay?” you can barely see tae but some light from the hallway floods into the bedroom and you can see his eyebrows furrowing in concern

he steps into the closet and shuts the door behind him

he turns the closet light on and frowns because it’s pretty dim but it’s better than nothing

he slides down the wall and sits down next to you

it’s a lil tight in here

“what’s the matter, jagi?” your knee nudges against his as you turn to face him

“nothing! nothing’s the matter, that’s the problem.” you giggle and wipe more of your tears away that for some reason can’t stOP falling

“…do you want me to create a problem?? will that make you feel better??” tae asks and he’s genuinely confused because whAt are you talking about why are you crying!!!!!

he cups your face in his hands and wipes your tears away with his thumbs

you smile and reach up to grip at his wrist “how did i get so lucky to land someone like you?” you whisper

tae’s heart flutters in his chest

“you’re right, you should be the seeker next time. if we make you hide you just end up thinking about how much you love me.” he teases and shuffles a little closer to you

you snort and roll your eyes

“shut u-“ tae leans forward and presses his lips against yours and you kiss him back instinctively

your heart pitta-patta’s in your chest when tae continues pressing soft kisses to your mouth

and at this moment

in this closet

you can’t help but thank the gods

because you are the luckiest gal in the world

here’s a bonus baby drabble that didn’t fit into the drabble but i still wanted to show u guys lol

you’re starting to think your older cousin might like him a little too much

she’s the same age as tae

you’re a year younger than her and because of that she’s always treated u like a baby even though it’s literally juSt one year

and don’t get it twisted

you love your older cousin

she’s really great!!! she always looks out for you and takes care of you and you love that and you guys have a really good relationship

but of course

sometimes she becomes a little,..,., extra

and right now is one of those times because she is blatantly flirting with your boyfriend while you’re in the kitchen grabbing some food for hEr because she asked you to and you weren’t doing anything so why not

“you’re so good with kids” she sighs and slides a finger down tae’s arm and he freezes for a second before clearing his throat and spooning another thing of mushy peas into the baby’s mouth

she babbles and some of it spills out and drips down her chin and tae uses the spoon to scoop it back into her mouth

“thank you! i love kids, so it works out” he shrugs

you poke your head out a little and you watch as her eyes flicker over to tae’s untouched plate of food and you narrow your eyes

she wouldn’t

“oh you haven’t eaten yet! you have to try the mashed potatoes - i made them.”

is she

this binch is fEEDing your boyfriend right in front of u

well

technically she doesn’t know that you’re watching them

“oh, um-“ tae takes the spoonful of potatoes into his mouth quickly and swallows “thank you, but you really don’t have to feed me, hah. the potatoes are really good! you should probably eat, too. where’s your-“

“here’s your plate of food!!” you practically appear out of thin air and the baby squAwks when tae jolts and yanks the spoon out of her mouth

you hand the plate to your cousin with an overly sweet smile “i didn’t give you a lot of green beans because we all know how gassy you get”

her face flushes and she glares at you

meanwhile tae’s about to bite his bottom lip off from how hard he’s trying to noT burst into laughter right now

“excuse me” she clears her throat and gets up off the couch and you smile satisfactorily before plopping down next to tae

there’s a beat of silence as you pick at your mashed potatoes  

“y/n’s jealous, isn’t she? she’s so jealous even though she doesn’t need to be!” tae speaks in his baby voice and wiggles the spoon in front of the baby “she’s being silly, isn’t she? so silly!” he squeals 

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fortune cookie | kim seungmin

kim seungmin x reader - best friends to lovers! au genres; fluff, romance, slight angst warnings; mentions of drinking and alcohol

You will find love soon.

You blink at the small slip of paper in your hands, thinking that out of all the fortune cookie messages you could have received, this had to be the most ironic one.

There was no way you’d be finding love anytime soon.

Not after your boyfriend having just recently mysteriously dumped you with no explanation through a crummy text, no less.

Snorting, you crush the paper into your pocket.

“What did you get?” Your long-suffering best friend, Seungmin, asks.

“Absolute bullshit,” you reply, grabbing the bucket of popcorn from him and stuffing a large fistful into your mouth.

He screeches. “Give that back! I made it myself—,”

“Fortune cookies are so stupid. They’re literally never accurate,” you continue ranting, and Seungmin knows that deep down you’re just bitter about the unfortunate chain of events that led to you lying on his couch, sobbing over sappy romcoms and stealing homemade popcorn from him. He’d bought the packet of darned cookies from a bakery, hoping to cheer you up with a good prediction about your fortune, but it seems like it’s got you even more sulky.

“It’s been a week of lying around and doing literally nothing. It’s time to get back on your feet, find a new boyfriend. Or just stay single. Simple as that.”

You glare at him and he raises his hands in defeat. “Fine. Continue to wallow in self-pity. Rot on my couch. Waste away into oblivion.” Seungmin had never been a very comforting friend—  he was more of the kind who just forced you to get on with life. When you first showed up crying on his doorstep after your breakup, he unsympathetically responded with a “Hmm. Okay. And?”, completely unimpressed. But he did proceed to let you snuggle with him on his couch, hugging you close to him and rewatching Frozen with you, occasionally telling you to just ‘let it go’. You were grateful, since on a normal day Seungmin would literally kick you if you tried to hug him. Definitely not one for skinship, he wasn’t. Though he looked all cute and cuddly on the outside, which was the reason why you wanted to befriend him in the first place when you two first met, he was nothing like it once you got to know him. He was more like the spawn of satan. You felt cheated for sure.

But apart from him continually refusing to respond to your constant advances of affection and mocking your inability to function without at least two coffees a day, he’s been a steadfast, reliable friend who hauls your drunk ass home after parties, tucks you in bed and even comes early the next morning to make hangover soup for you.

If you were being completely honest with yourself, you did wonder, more than once, whether Seungmin had feelings for you. But then he makes some stupid remark about your hair looking like a bird’s nest and you brush aside any possibility of him having more-than-platonic feelings for you. Anyway, he often declared that his ideal type was someone who ‘had their shit together and ain’t a hot mess like you’, so you could confirm that he definitely didn’t see you in a romantic light.

“Anyway, you’re gonna need to clear off tonight,” Seungmin says while clearing his throat awkwardly, looking away from you, as though he was hoping you wouldn’t hear him.

“Why? The guys coming over?”

“Um, no, actually. My chem lab partner Eunji’s coming over tonight to work on a project.”

“Shin Eunji?” Your eyebrows furrow slightly. You had never really interacted with her, but you did catch her glaring at you on more than one occasion when she thought you weren’t looking. What you ever did to offend her, you had no idea.

“Um. Yeah. That’s her,” Seungmin confirms, disposition reeking with discomfort, and that’s when you notice the tips of his ears glowing bright red.

“Why do you look like a five-year-old with a kindergarten crush? Do you like her or something?”

Seungmin doesn’t reply with his usual snarky retort, which simply confirms your suspicions.

“No way, my little Seungminie has a crush on someone! You haven’t had a crush on someone for like, ever. Now I can tell Hyunjin that you’re taken so he’ll stop asking me to set you up with him.”

“I’m not taken. I don’t even know if she likes me,” Seungmin murmurs unconfidently, staring down at his palms.

You roll your eyes, grab his face and squish his cheeks in your palms. “Kim Seungmin, you’re smart, you get good grades, you’re not a thirsty hormonal wreck like most of the other guys on campus, and when you’re not being a rude annoying jackass to me, you can be what some girls like to call ‘cute’. What girl wouldn’t want to date you? If she doesn’t like you she must be blind.”

“Would you want to date me then?” He asks suddenly, countenance serious.

You almost choke on a popcorn kernel. “The heck dude?”

“You said that all girls would want to date me. That includes you.”

You blink at him, taken aback by how forward he’s being. “T-That’s different. I’m not… well, the day I decide to date you would be the day I’ve gone off my rocker for real. I mean, can you imagine us dating? Absolutely ridiculous,” you say, finishing off with an awkward chuckle, wondering why Seungmin’s being so serious. He’s staring straight at you intensely, clearly not joking.

“Okay, then get off my couch,” he says, and you feel relieved that he’s back to being his savage self, but at the same time a teeny bit peeved that he dropped the subject so quickly.  “And get your sports bra off my floor before you leave. I don’t want Eunji to get any ideas.”

Back at home, you wonder if Seungmin really likes Eunji.

Seungmin wasn’t the type to have crushes easily. In fact, it had been so long since he’d last liked someone that you were beginning to think perhaps he was asexual.

You wonder what’s so special about her. Sure, she was pretty, but so were a ton of other girls on campus. As Seungmin likes to say, “Not everyone had bad luck on the genetic lottery like you.” He was affectionate like that.

Though you hated to admit it, you wanted only the best for Seungmin.

And though you hated to admit it, you were scared.

It’d been so long since he’d expressed interest in someone that you were so used to having him around all the time. You were so used to having him all to yourself, as he didn’t have a girlfriend to commit to, and his friends liked you just as much as they liked him (perhaps even more so) so they didn’t mind you joining their hangouts.

But now, perhaps you’d have to start sharing him with someone else who didn’t seem to like you at all.

Your fears come true.

Seungmin starts hanging out with you less and less, and even cancels plans with you. When you ask him if he’s really dating Eunji, he won’t give you a straight answer.

It gets so bad to the point that he takes several hours to reply to your texts, and sometimes he doesn’t even reply.

At school when you gravitate towards him for your usual lunch dates he says that he’s busy working on some lab project and won’t be able to eat lunch with you anymore. You know it’s bull. Seungmin can’t lie to save his life.

He’s surprisingly good at avoiding you. You tried several times to confront him and ask him what the hell is going on but you either can’t find him or he slips away before you can even approach him. A game of chase would seem rather unsightly and inappropriate in the school compound full of watchful, judgemental teenage eyes, and would do nothing for your dignity. So you give up.

His friends aren’t any help either. When you ask Felix what is up with Seungmin, he has the audacity to say that Seungmin’s hamster died. Like Seungmin had a hamster. Jisung bolts every time you try to approach him, and Hyunjin makes up some slippery excuse about Seungmin maybe being a wolf who’s going into heat. You wonder why you bothered asking them in the first place. Though they’ve nothing but nice to you, they were still Seungmin’s friends and ultimately loyal to him.

Sighing, you walk back home in darkness of the night. Usually Seungmin would be there to accompany you, chiding you all the way for staying out so late, and warning you never to walk back home alone without him. You’d thought him annoying then, but the sweetness of the gesture begins to sink in and you realize just how much you miss your best friend.

“Hey!”

You turn around, hoping that it’s Seungmin. Maybe he had come to walk you home after all.

But then you catch sight of the person’s face in the darkness.

“Wooyoung?”

You stand frozen as your ex-boyfriend makes his way towards you, a sheepish yet slightly hopeful smile on his face. You hadn’t forgotten the ruthless way in which he broke up with you, and you give him the most piercing look you can muster. “What. Do. You. Want.”

He runs a hand through his hair. “I’ve been thinking about it, and… I realized it’s not fair to you to just suddenly end things with no explanation. I need to tell you why I broke up with you.”

“Go on,” you say, trying not to let your curiosity show.

“I was cheating on you.”

A week ago, this sentence would have turned you into a sobbing wreck. But now it comes more of a surprise than a nasty shock, and you simply lift your eyebrows. “Well, isn’t that nice to hear.”

“I-I… I’m really sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I was so stupid-- I wasn’t thinking straight. It was only after your friend Seungmin gave me a piece of his mind that I came to my senses--,” You cut him off. “Wait, Seungmin? What does Seungmin have to do with this?”

“He told me— well, more like demanded me— to give you a proper explanation as to why I broke up with you. No offence, but I never expected a guy as… scrawny as him to be able to pack such a punch.”

Your eyes widen. “He punched you?”

“Yeah. Right smack in the jaw, no less.”

You can’t believe this new tidbit of information. Seungmin was never the violent type, preferring to solve conflicts through calm reasoning and logical argumentation. He certainly isn’t the type to act on impulse either. You tried to imagine level-headed, mild-mannered Seungmin punching Wooyoung. It just doesn’t click.

A new question pops up in your head. “Who were you cheating on me with?”

Wooyoung takes a deep breath and averts his gaze from yours. “Again, I’m really sorry, it was a mistake, does it really matter who she was?”

“Yes, it does. The least you can do is tell me who the lucky girl was,” you fire back, rolling your eyes.

“Fine, fine. It’s Shin Eunji.”

Right at that moment you catch sight of a couple coming to sit on a nearby park bench. The boy’s arm is slung over the girl’s shoulder, and she leans in to peck him on the cheek. Wooyoung suddenly gasps and grabs you by the hand to duck behind a nearby branch.

“What are you doing?” You angrily demand.

“It’s Eunji! Who is she with?” Wooyoung urgently asks.

“Wow, it seems like you care about her a lot—,”

“No, I don’t care about her, but look. Isn’t that Seungmin?” His voice has dropped to a low whisper.

You squint, cursing your myopia. Yet his silhouette is unmistakable.

A jolt shocks through your heart. It is Seungmin. That familiar crown of chocolate brown hair, the watch on his wrist that you gave him for his seventeenth birthday. He never went anywhere without it.

Feeling your vision go blurry with tears, you stand up and Wooyoung grabs your hand roughly, jerking you back down. The rustle of the bushes causes Seungmin to turn his head to check what all the commotion is about.

He sees you standing right there, Wooyoung next to you. He sees your cloudy eyes, the way your shoulders begin to shake every time you’re about to cry.

He sees you run off into the night, Wooyoung calling after you.

He sees it all, and it crushes him.

Unfortunately, you do turn into a sobbing wreck after all.

You can’t figure out which is worse; discovering that your ex cheated on you with the girl your best friend is currently dating, or your best friend acting all heroic by punching your ex and then proceeding to hit it up with the very girl your ex cheated with. Maybe it’s a little bit of everything.

If Seungmin saw the mess you were in now, he would shake his head, call you a lazy slob, and set to work cooking you a decent meal.

Except that Seungmin isn’t here anymore. He’s not here to nag you, chide you, force you back on your feet. He has someone else to do all that for now.

As if the universe thinks that these blows aren’t enough, the doorbell rings, the harsh, jarring sound startling you from your hazy daze of confusion and self-pity. You curse whoever’s at the door, grab a baseball bat just in case it’s Wooyoung, and drag yourself out of bed.

You open the door, revealing a distressed-looking Hyunjin. But he isn’t alone.

Your heart contracts when you see Seungmin under his arm, eyes half-lidded, clearly unable to stand, reeking badly of alcohol.

“What the— is he drunk?” You almost laugh at the sight of an inebriated Seungmin— studious, diligent Seungmin who prided himself on the fact that he doesn’t drink at gatherings and goes to bed at exactly 10pm— drunk. Knocked out completely.

“Yeah,” Hyunjin says. “Sorry about this. We would have dropped him off at home but he wouldn’t stop calling for you. He threatened to throw up in Chan’s car if we drove him home. Naturally, Chan had a fit and detoured right back here. Says that if you’ll be a dear and take him in for the night he’ll do whatever you ask. Sorry. You know how anal Chan gets about his car.” Then Hyunjin lifts his eyebrows, shrugs and looks at Seungmin in a way that seems to say, And anyway Seungmin’s your best friend. So you get full responsibility of taking care of his drunk ass.

You sigh in resignation and Hyunjin takes that a his cue to hand Seungmin over to you. You grab Seungmin by the arms and gently sit him down on the ground while saying goodbye to Hyunjin.

After all, Seungmin did take care of you while you were drunk, when you two were still best friends. You owe it to him to do the same for him at least once, even if he hasn’t been a good best friend lately.

You drag him to the couch, taking off his socks and helping him lie down. There’s no way you’d help him wash up or whatever, so you just grab a nearby blanket and place it over him. Then you get up, ready to retire to your room.

But then you hear a sleepy voice calling your name.

“Don’t go,” Seungmin says with a drunken slur, his hand creeping up to tug at the bottom of your shirt. He looks like he’s having a lot of trouble staying awake.

“You should sleep,” you say flatly, yet making no move to leave. This was the first time Seungmin had called for you in weeks. Not to mention that the way he’s clinging onto you, lips pouty and eyes half-opened like a downcast puppy, makes you want to gather him up in your arms and shower him with cuddles.

“Sleep with me,” he says, holding out his arms like a child begging for a hug. Your heart melts, relishing the sight of a drunk, clingy Seungmin. If you weren’t aching with the prospect of his betrayal, you would have given in immediately.

“No. Go to sleep, Seungmin,” you say firmly.

He pouts. “Are you angry with me?”

You sigh, having neither the mood nor the energy for confrontation now. “We can talk tomorrow morning, Seungmin. Just go to sleep.”

Suddenly, Seungmin grabs your wrist and yanks you down so that you’re lying on top of him on the sofa. He then moves so that you’re nestled by his side, before proceeding to wrap his arms around your waist and bury his face in your hair.

“Hmm… I missed you so much,” Seungmin says, and you can’t help but note that the lazy slur is gone from his voice. You mumble into his chest, “Are you really drunk?”

He simply pulls you closer in response, as if afraid that you’ll leave if he says that he isn’t drunk. “I don’t know, am I?”

“Well, I mean, you’re hugging me right now. I’d say that’s a definite sign of intoxication, considering how you always threaten to kick me if I hug you. But you’re not slurring anymore, which is weird—,”

“Stop rambling. It’s cute, but stop.”

“If it’s cute, then why should I stop? And who are you tell me what—,”

“If you keep on being so cute I might kiss you.”

You stop talking then, as the weight of his words dawn on you.

Kim Seungmin just threatened to kiss you.

“Do you not want me to kiss you that badly?” Seungmin asks quietly.

You look up at him then, only to see him staring down at you with a ferocity that wouldn’t have been possible with inebriation. Kim Seungmin, the cunning trickster. He never was drunk.

“Seungmin… what is going on?”

Seungmin sighs and runs a hand through your hair, his other hand caressing your cheek softly. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Done what?”

“Fallen in love with you.”

You don’t know what to say. You don’t know how to feel. His confession doesn’t fill you with the heart-fluttering excitement you’d anticipated, but instead dark moths of confusion flit around in the pit of your stomach.

“But you’re dating Shin Eunji. The same girl my ex cheated on me with. You can’t just betray me like that and then say you’ve fallen in love with me, Kim Seungmin. It’s not fair. It doesn’t make sense.”

“I broke up with her. I never liked her,” Seungmin says softly, “I only dated her to try and get her off Wooyoung’s back. Then maybe… maybe he’d go back to you and you’d be happy again,” Seungmin says uncertainly, as if finally realizing the stupidity of his actions.

You can’t believe your ears. You don’t know whether you should chastise Seungmin for his idiocy or feel touched that he’d sacrificed his happiness for yours. You sit up on the couch and he does the same.

“I know you wouldn’t be happy with me. So what if I liked you? You’d never like me back.”

“How would you know?”

“Would you want to date me then?” He asks suddenly, countenance serious.

You almost choke on a popcorn kernel. “The heck dude?”

“You said that all girls would want to date me. That includes you.”

You blink at him, taken aback by how forward he’s being. “T-That’s different. I’m not… well, the day I decide to date you would be the day I’ve gone off my rocker for real. I mean, can you imagine us dating? Absolutely ridiculous,” you say, finishing off with an awkward chuckle, wondering why Seungmin’s being so serious. He’s staring straight at you intensely, clearly not joking.

“God, Seungmin, how was I supposed to know that you liked me? You kept saying I was miles away from your ideal type!”

“So you like me then?”

“I don’t know, all I know is that I never thought you could be so incredibly stupid— for god’s sake, Seungmin, if you liked me you could have just said it and saved us all of this bullshit—,”

That is when Seungmin kisses you, and he tastes of beer and hesitance, he tastes bittersweet. He pulls away quickly, and it shuts you up completely.

“I said I’d kiss you if you continued rambling.”

But when he sees how stunned you are, the flush in your cheeks and the shock in your eyes, guilt settles within him. “Shit, that was a mistake, I’m so sorry—,”

“K-Kiss me again.”

“What?”

“It wasn’t a mistake. Kiss me again.”

Something changes in Seungmin’s eyes. Swallowing the rest of his inhibitions down his throat, he places a careful hand on the back of your neck, drawing you closer to him. Angling his head slightly, he gently presses his lips to yours for only a few seconds, yet those few seconds stretch out into what feels like an eternity to you. This time, the only thing you notice are that his lips are soft and warm, and you feel a certain sweetness erupting within your taste buds.

Then he pulls away, his hot breath hitting your lips.

“So I heard you punched Wooyoung.” Seungmin groans. “Why did you have to ruin the moment?”

“Thank you. For standing up for me,” you say sincerely, leaning forward to give him a peck on the lips, before continuing, “Maybe fortune cookies aren’t absolute bullshit after all.”

“What?”

“Nothing. I said you’re an idiot. And I’ve finally gone off my rocker. Now go to sleep.”

Seungmin happily hugs you close to him, his eyes fluttering shut, relishing the feeling of having you by his side. He’d tried to reject skinship from you for the longest time, thinking that maybe it would help him forget his feelings for you, but it merely fuelled his longing to hold you in his arms. You snuggle closer to him, burying your face in his chest as you bask in his tender warmth.

It’s the fortune cookie, you think to yourself, drifting off to sleep as he holds you tightly in his arms, heart full with the knowledge that his feelings are finally being reciprocated.

a/n; hi there! i managed to upload the full story in one post so there you go! i’ll delete the first two parts soon :)

[weapoprotectionprogram]

Stars on Ice Hamilton 2018

Hi guys, I didn’t mention this before going but last weekend a friend (skating know-nothing, 5 star human) and I went up to Canada to see Stars. Ugh, so freaking good. I’ve shared my videos already and some lame pics but not overall thoughts. These very vaguely follow the order of the show mostly because I can’t remember what order things happened in and this is just a giant brain dump of feels and thoughts.

This cast is LOADED with just amazing skaters in the groups and they play to the audience so much it just makes it a bunch of fun.

Gabby is a star. She’s everything and more than what you get from watching her on a screen. Same with Kaetlyn Osmond. I was just blown away by all of their numbers. 

Applause is FIRE but some rude ass people were whining about seats right in front of us even though there was plenty open so it was hard to actually enjoy the number without being able to see most of it. Why couldn’t y’all have waited to come down until after their number?! Although, it took my friend (knows nothing about skating or the skaters) approximately 5 seconds to ask if they are dating (which the I don’t know answer left her baffled the ENTIRE rest of the show as you can hear in my TW video. She stalked Kaitlyn’s insta on the way home and made her conclusions).  

I really enjoyed Meagan and Eric and most of all my friend being terrified of her head being so close to the ice 😂 Seeing them in Boston skate to Hometown Glory was the single most emotional part of that trip so seeing them again was magical. 

Eric flying off the ice in the boys number was hysterical. Also, WOAH where to even look in that number?! So much eye candy😍And we got to see it twice!!!!

Kaitlyn Weaver is a star. A freakin super star. She stood out to me so much in the Dream number and GIRL CAN SPIN!!!!

Rock My World was a lot of fun. It was so good to finally see VM skate live, just as much raw talent as expected. Listening to people yell marriage things at TS the entire show was not. So uncomfy. And then funny for about five seconds when Tessa proposed. And then uncomfy again.

I kept forgetting I got to see Javi skate and then would yell JAVI!!!!! He’s amazing and gorgeous and amazing and just ugh yes.

Kaitlyn’s intermission speech is actually deadly amounts of wifey talk (like why Andrew not her mom as the example? That would kinda go better with the theme but I guess when you got a hubby like him...). And her face when she talks about him...she just GLOWS. But anyways, that aside, she’s so well spoke and genuinely passionate and it shows. My friend and I were very moved towards World Vision.

Post intermission was just full of expectations going way wards. I noticed when the little boy was skating that I could look at the backstage area from my seat by looking next to me and under the bleachers. I noticed this when Andrew Poje was suddenly looking at me from the side of the tunnel and literally stopped breathing. HOT DAMN POJE. I forgot I could see back there the rest of the show though. I don’t have anything to add to Shape of You that the video doesn’t show...Tennessee Whiskey....my goodness. Hello love birds. I expected to be like oh it’s less precious in person but like WEAPO YOUR FACES ARE LOUD. The way she cuddled into him at the end will replay in my mind forever. It was the most domestic casual precious things ever and she was SO HAPPY and Andrew was just looking at her in that way where you’re like holy shit my heart my stop beating if he doesn’t stop because it’s so purely full of undying love and UGH. It has turned me into a sappy monster that I don’t recognize. I 100% do not know how to handle myself at these levels of feels.

With complete honesty I will say I have been looking forward to this day to see Moulin Rouge in person. I know, shocking, probably unbelievable, but I wanted to like it and I thought seeing it in person would be the chance to change my mind. Well, that was wrong. I felt the same about it in person as every other time I watched it. Sadly, my friend made the same comment before I even brought up the number. HOWEVER, I sobbed. Ugly cried. Kim K levels at that montage to Long Time Running they play before. That was sooooo emotional. I would have loved to see Long Time Running as that is the sole thing they’ve done skating wise post come back that I actually like. But regardless, they’re just so freakin good. There’s no words for the amounts of skating talent they have. Also, cunniliftus is VERY in your face in person. 

I also did the same amounts of crying over Chiddy’s Hallelujah which I didn’t even know he was skating on tour so yeah…lots of emotions. My chiddy bae is such a bae and I love him so much and it was just stunning. 

My friend and I stayed for retakes. HOLY SHIT. The boys coming out to do their retake. I DIED. THEYRE SO HOT. Also, somehow my melted lindt chocolate ball shot chocolate out of my mouth and all over my friend and I so a good chunk of the retakes was spent frantically laughing and cleaning that up.

Funny note: We almost ran into Alma Moir on foot rushing into the arena and I almost tripped on my feet doing a double take. Also, we are idiots and didn’t like drop a pin on our phone for where we parked so that was fun trying to find after the show.

Overall, really freakin amazing. Would drive 15 hours round trip for the show again.

If you’ve read all this, wow, hello. No promises that I’ll answer everything or answer timely but my anon is on and open or feel free to chat me. 

[girlwithlove7]

IT’S OFFICIAL!

Pairing :  MIN YOONGI X READER 

Genre : FLUFF, ANGST, BOSS A/U

Word Count : 2545

Exiting the elevator, you scramble through the moving crowd towards your department. Though you were running just two minutes late, you were sure your boss is going to make a good big deal out of it.

The Click-clack sound of your three inch stilettoes reverberated through the deserted corridor as you scurried through the huge glass door and into your cubicle. Collecting your laptop from your work desk you noted that the entire office was almost empty which meant only one thing. Today is once again a lucky day for your ass of a boss Min Yoongi to have a go at you.

You worked on the editorial team of ‘THE FAME’ one of the best-selling magazines.

Adjusting your obsidian suit one last time you held on the cool metal knob of the conference room, inhaling few deep breaths you took confident steps inside with an apologetic smile on your face.

“I am extremely sorry for the delay.” You bow once and make your way in the direction of your seat which was right opposite to Min Yoongi’s. But when you placed your laptop on your desk and looked up, you find him standing near the huge glass window watching the gigantic blue canvas outside. Without glancing in your direction, he comes back and settle in his seat. While you were still standing, surprised that he didn’t make a comment on your late arrival. But perhaps you thought a bit too quick.

“Clearly the word ‘punctual’ doesn’t exist in your dictionary, right, Ms._______?”

On meeting your eyes, an evil sneer played around the corners of his lips as he saw the redness blooming in your cheeks.

“How Unprofessional for an Art Director of such a reputable magazine…”

The usage and emphasis on the word Unprofessional stung. Your jaw rooted while your eyes were focused right at your boss’s amused ones. Why he behaved with you this way was still a mystery to you. Even though you sat on such a high post, he still treated you as an amateur intern. Sometimes you pondered if he bothered you just for his pleasure because somehow, he loved to test your patience, so much that there are times when you were just on the verge of breaking but had to compose yourself.

You breath out slowly through your nose, trying very hard to not show your annoyance and let the asshole win the satisfaction and in doing so your eyes met with your colleague/best friend Kim Namjoon. The moment his soft eyes met yours, routinely your shoulders relaxed, and you smiled unconsciously.

Min Yoongi was relishing in his own bubble of fun as he saw those soft cheeks of yours glow red due to annoyance, but it burst in thin air as his eyes landed on Namjoon, smiling up at you. Yoongi’s expression hardened as you smiled back at him, evidently relaxing. He sat a bit straighter in his seat, speaking exasperatedly, “I don’t have all day, Ms.________.”

You looked up at your boss as your name fell bitterly from his lips and cleared your throat. Looking straight in his eyes you began, “I am sorry for walking in two minutes late…” you patted your back in your head as you saw his lips twitch at your confidence but then you looked around at others and continued “…but let’s begin ladies and gentlemen…”

The meeting was smooth but crucial. Apart from discussing last month’s sale, you had to discuss about the upcoming editorial and how to increase the sale from the previous one. But these were general topic of your conference which happened every once in three months. But something more important was to be conversed, Christmas was just around the weekend and your company is known for throwing the most sensational gettogethers. Since it involves all the top-class yet scandalous personalities, it was always anticipated by one and all.

Suggestions bounced around in the air as everybody came up with their own ideas for the party. Topics varied from the venue to cuisine to the list of guests and so on and so forth but all the while you could feel Yoongi’s eyes on you, and you could swear this was not the first time. It sure made you uncomfortable, as if he was trying to figure out a flaw even in your respiration. As usual whenever you came up with a suggestion Yoongi would dismiss it saying, “it’s too cliché” or “we have done that before” which did nothing to calm you but rather pushed you towards the edge. Another hour, but the meeting finally came to an end. Giving his last instructions Yoongi walked towards the door. And as soon as the door closed behind him you could practically hear everybody heave a sigh. Slamming your laptop, you look at Namjoon who was already staring at you. “COFFEE!” you both giggled as you exclaimed together and left for the cafeteria.

You slammed the light Styrofoam coffee cup on the table, few globules dribbling its way down burning your own fingers while sure to leave coffee stain on the huge table.

“Ah! Why lord? What have I done to deserve this!” you grumbled wiping your fingers with a Kleenex. Namjoon and Hee Ji, another of your colleague/friend sat opposite to you admiring their whining friend. They knew very well that this was the repercussion of every interaction you had with Yoongi.

After exiting the conference hall, you had halted in your cubicle to leave your bag and laptop while Namjoon stood near the door talking about the upcoming schedules. You were just in the process of jotting down an important task on your yellow post it when Ha Ri, Yoongi’s secretary entered your cubicle.

“Mr. Min wants to see you.” She had entered impromptu and left without even getting an answer from you. You had derived this long back, that no matter how many years you spend working with Yoongi and his secretary, you will never be able to know why they treated you so bitterly.

You narrated the entire conversation with Yoongi to your friends while they simply kept on munching on their brunch.

“Have you got the article ready for the blog?” Yoongi questioned without even lifting his eyes from his laptop.

“Yes, just a final touch is remaining.” You replied with pride since you had worked for three days and night continuously, sacrificing your precious sleep and which was one of the reasons why you were late today.

“Good.” he looked up at you. “Scrape it out, we don’t need it anymore.”

“It took me three days to complete that…and he just dumped it…just because his precious Ha Ri suggested that they make a vlog instead of a blog…!” you exclaimed through your gritted teeth.

“________...” Namjoon began but you cut him off.

“And that’s not it! He has the audacity to label me as old-school. Me! Old-school! Can you freaking believe it!

Both your friends were quiet, listening to all your pent-up frustration.

“Do you know how long I have been working in this company?” you questioned as you banged your fist on the table.

Hee Ji sipped her coffee and looked up ready to reply but once again you interrupted her.

“That’s right! Five years! Five freaking years I slogged in this company and yet that perverted jerk thinks that I’M an unprofessional, old-school amateur!”

You kept on spilling indecent remarks about Yoongi but that was not the matter of concern right now for both your friends who sat right opposite you. They gaped behind you with wide eyes, because right behind you stood their Editor in Chief, Min Yoongi.

His black framed reading glasses was resting on the bridge of his nose, perfectly complimenting his mint blue hair. In one hand, he held a tall coffee mug while the other was tugged in his knee length pea coat. His eyes were fixed on you while he sipped his coffee with an unresponsive face.

“Ah, _______ -“ It was once again Namjoon but you just kept on mumbling absent-mindedly.

“No! just because he is the Editor in Chief doesn’t give him the right to treat me or anybody else that way. I am telling you he is just another rich, spoiled brat…if…”

You well-nigh jumped out of your skin when both your listeners yelled your name in unison.

“What the hell is wrong with you people?!” when none of them answered you simply follow their gazes which was fixed on something behind you.

“SHIT!” was all that you could manage as you faltered out of your seat and faced Yoongi.

Yoongi’s gaze felt like daggers, and when you did meet his eyes, you didn’t know how or why, but your heart skipped a beat. He took slow steps in your way. The silence was intense in the entire lunchroom as every eye was fastened on the two of you. You kept your eyes on the ground because you were mindful that this time it was your own deed. You watched his feet clad in polished pointed-toe leather shoes take careful steps across the glossy tile.

When he was just a foot away, you looked up and felt as if you were being chased by a slinking panther. His impassive eyes boring into your very soul. Somehow, you were prepared for the explosion and, so you held his gaze, but when he cleared his throat and voiced your name your eyes instantly fell on his mouth. His lips were a pale pink. The top lip was thinner, but not too thin, and it had a natural cupid's bow; the bottom one was larger and plusher. They reminded you of a small doll’s lips which was totally bizarre compared to his personality.

“Would you like to have some coffee with me, Mrs. _______.?”

Your eyes enlarge as you attempted to grasp his words. “W-what?”

“Good. I’ll see you in my cabin in five.” Affirming crudely, he treaded sideways as he brushed your shoulder making his way out of the lunchroom.

You just stood there gaping at the unfilled space which was occupied by Yoongi just a breath ago. Did he just ask you for a coffee? Even though he did, deep down alarm of danger was blaring. You turn around to face your two colleagues, not very amazed to find their dumfounded expressions.

You groaned loudly making your way towards your seat, ready to slump down but halting halfway when Namjoon spoke, “You better not keep him waiting. Also, don’t forget his coffee.” He said as he pointed towards the tall navy ceramic mug which Yoongi left on the table behind you.

You gave a dull laugh, “Why would I-“ you stopped when you saw Namjoon’s eyebrows shoot high under his hairline. A slow snarl building in your chest as you picked up Yoongi’s mug to fill it with some freshly brewed coffee.

Filling his mug to the brim, you turned around and walked towards your friends. Placing the mug on the table you run a hand through your hair, breathed out a few times and then started towards Yoongi’s cabin.

Both your friends gestured a fist as they whispered, “Good luck.”

“As if that’s going to help…” you answered as you left the lunchroom.

Your heart hammered against your chest when you heard the curt, “Come in.”

As soon as you placed the cup down you gibbered, “Mr. Min, I can explain.”

He just sat there with his left hand tucked under his jaw, his fore-finger erect on his cheek while the other three fingers were placed above his lips. With legs spread wide as the right hand was loosely resting on his thigh. He looked like a powerful man.

Damn! He is a powerful man. You made a mental note to yourself that no matter how profoundly you detested this powerful man you must be watchful with your words, particularly in this building.

When there was a lack of response from his side, you simply continued, “It’s just that…I worked really hard on the article.”

“So?” he prompted.

Observing his blank appearance, you let out a lungful. “So…nothing...” did you think that he will understand when you give this reason? Foolish. He would never understand you.

“I, will gladly except the punishment…”

He smirked. “Punishment?” you felt uncomfortable when you saw the similar wicked spark in his eyes, the one he has when he is about to give you additional work.

He beamed putting his gummy smile on show. “No, punishments. Do you think I am that evil?”

No punishments, but you were sure that he is going to give you some added work to slog. You waited for him to speak again.

“After looking at your enthusiasm I have decided that we will do the blog.”

Something was abnormal. Was Min Yoongi supporting you? Whatever it was you felt stated as your hard work was paying off.

You bowed once. “Thanks Mr. Min. I’ll complete the article quickly and e-mail it to you today itself.” You bowed once again and turned on your heels ready to leave.

But today, Satan was himself keeping an eye on your happiness.

“Ms.________” you turned to look at him and Yoongi got up from his leather chair. His hands slipped in his pockets. He spoke as he moved towards you, “We still don’t need that article.”

You stared at him bewilderingly. “T-than?”

He stood right in front of you once again. “I selected a new topic for the article. I have e-mailed it to you.”

You kept on looking at him as his lips stretched into a wide smile.

Freaking bastard! Your inner self screamed, but you stopped yourself from screaming on his face.

“I want the report by tomorrow evening.”

“How is that possible!?” his unresponsiveness was getting on your nerves. “But Yoon- I mean Mr. Min…at least give me two days…” you tried.

“I don’t think you are in a position to negotiate.”

“But…” you were cut short when he leaned towards you. You took a step behind, but the desk blocked you. Having no choice but to look up at him, you inhaled the scent of orange blossoms and vibrant woods that was strong and manly. You found yourself drowning in the smell, liking it against your wishes.

“No but’s Ms. _________. What was that…?” he pretended to think and then continued, “…perverted jerk…spoiled brat…” he smirked as he inched closer while your eyes were fixed on his soft lips and the way a little pout appeared every time he spoke. “Since you think I am a ‘Perverted jerk’ let me act like one for you…” he tilted his head and inched yet closer and you could swear that this time you felt his hot breath ghosting your lips. Shutting your eyes with knotted eyebrows, you stood there waiting for… you don’t even know what you were expecting. Was he going to…?

But after a heartbeat you felt him stepping away. Indeed, he had stepped away holding his phone up. when he saw the dazed look in your eyes he merely smirked and concluded, “Stop day-dreaming and get to work Ms. _______.”

And with that he left you standing there by yourself with a thumping heart and an undefinable feeling.

[forkanna]

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WARNINGS: Hardons, grinding, touching, cunnilingus, nipple-play, foot worship, handjob, splooging, ejaculate-eating, analingus.

NOTES: Merry Christmas Eve! Welcome to the Bonus Level! It's gonna be really damn long, too, but I wanted the smut to be all in one spot. This way, if more uhhh vivid encounters are not your thing, feel free to skip this chapter entirely; it's just a fun little romp to enjoy after the long, hard road Kim and Knives have been down. No real plot, since that was all wrapped up in the chapter before. It's NSFW, to state the obvious. And I apologise for that double entendre at the very end lol.

Hope you've all enjoyed this fic and the crazy twists and turns it took along the way! Have to admit, I'm a little sad to see this one end, but all good things must, eventually. I'm going to find time to post the final level of "Bind Us" tomorrow, and then after that I can focus more fully on "Coven Of Oz". So I'm not going to be done writing! I will, however, miss the Pilgrimverse, but I've already gone on about that enough for a lifetime.

Happy Holidays!

Jessex

                                      CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: Bonus Sexy Phase                                                         [Status: Not A Phase At All]

Actually, the "happily fucking ever after" started a lot sooner after that than I expected. I finished the dishes, then got some clothes together for my own shower. Tidied up a little, since my place tended to turn into a dump pretty easily. When I finally heard the bathroom click open, I went to meet my Knives, smiling at how cute she looked with damp hair and a towel around her toned body.

"Happy birthday to me."

"Dork," she giggled, glancing at the clothes under my arm. "Your turn?"

"Yep. If you find something of mine to wear that fits okay, have at it."

"Cool. I didn't think about that; I should probably keep some stuff at your apartment from now until classes start back up."

"Could be a smart idea." Leaning in to kiss her cheek, I whispered, "I'll be quick, I promise. Wanna watch a movie or whatever before you have to head to work?"

"Or whatever," she said with a grin as I went into the bathroom. That did strike me as a tiny bit odd… but I shook it off and just got on with my shower.

Those same feel-good sunshiney thoughts followed me through my morning routine. NegaKim's sensibilities were offended, but I was learning to balance those with the happier state of being I was in now. Weird. Breakfast in bed with the hottest girl I'd ever- well okay, the only hot girl I'd ever been remotely interested in, was apparently all I needed to turn my frown upside-down. At one point, I even caught myself humming some lame pop song Knives had played for me at one point.

Maybe Princess Pine really did take over.

When I exited the bathroom in sporty shorts and a faded old Plumtree tee, rubbing at my face, I looked in the living room for Knives. Nope. A glance told me she wasn't in the kitchen, so I headed for the bedroom.

"Hey, Kni… well."

That was all I could bring myself to say. Lying on my bed was a very nude Knives Chau, leaning up on her elbows and biting her lip as her cheeks glowed, red fringe hanging down over one of her eyes. My first thought was that she was adorable. The second was that I couldn't see a certain piece of anatomy that we had been discussing not too long ago. Didn't take much thinking to realise it was tucked away for aesthetic purposes. A quick glance up at her face again showed she was watching me, so I cast my eyes down, seeing her crimson toes scrunching up nervously.

"H-hey," she whispered. "I, um… f-found something of yours to wear."

"What?" I took another look and finally spotted it: a silver necklace that I forgot I even owned. That was it. "Ah. Well, uh… nice. It's very nice."

"Is it okay? It's not like, a priceless family heirloom or something, is it? I could-"

"No, no," I laughed. Actually, it kind of was; it belonged to my mom, and her mom before her. But it wasn't 'priceless', just a fairly common silver chain. Not one I cared about a lot, but would have been sad if I lost it. "Looks good on you. Um…"

Again, she flexed the muscles in her calves, in her stomach. Trying to keep still, I think. "Um?" But instead of answering right away, I came over to sit on the bed. Clearly, she was seconds away from freaking out. My hand drifted over… and I stuck my finger into her navel.

"Beep."

"Hey!" she giggled, smiling in both amusement and relief. I withdrew my hand, just smiling down at her. "So… hi."

"Bonjour," I replied in a deadpan, and we both grinned. "Now, I know this sends a pretty hard-to-misinterpret signal, but… what's going on here?"

"What do you mean? I'm, like… presenting myself to you. I'm a present!"

Nodding, I leaned down lower and kissed the slightly-damp temple, and heard her sigh. Then I drew back a couple inches. "Got that part. Just… well, I know you've been kind of… taking it slow in that area. So I don't want to assume that because you're in your birthday suit, that means I'm about to bang you senseless or whatever."

Those three words, "bang you senseless," did make her gasp and look a little shyer than she already did. But she recovered pretty fast, biting her lip before she responded, "I'm not really sure, either. Just… I guess I partly wanted to see what you would do if you got outta the shower and found me like this."

"Like a test?"

"Well… more like satisfying my curiosity? Not really supposed to be a test like that. Sorry if it feels that way! But like… it's not just a test."

Though I was nodding, that didn't mean I was completely sure what she meant. But I wasn't trying to accuse her of treating me badly by testing me. In her maybe-partly-asexual shoes, I'd probably be doing that to any and all prospective partners. So I just pet up and down her bare hip. "Does that mean I pass?"

"Y-yeah." She swallowed hard, then smiled up at me. "I'm… pretty satisfied so far."

"Want to be more satisfied?" I waggled my eyebrows to show her I was joking… but I guess she was too nervous about the whole situation. Her eyes wandered down to my hand, then back up to mine. "Knives?"

"Yes?"

"Uh… it's okay. We can find you something to wear."

"Not yet. Kiss me."

So I kissed her. I mean, when your girlfriend asks, you just do it. Unless you're in the middle of something huge, like negotiating a hostage situation. It was a good kiss, full of warmth and caring and the tiniest drop of heat. She rolled toward me a little, and I did the same, pulling myself more fully onto the bed as we began to embrace, to tangle our bodies and tongues. Man, was it nice. Every time was.

It didn't take that long for her to begin to squirm a little. At first, I kind of ignored it, but then I pulled back with a quiet snort of amusement. "Fine, go get your clothes. However you're comfortable."

"Not that, Kim," she whispered nervously. She glanced downward, then back up. "It's, um… if we keep going, I won't be able to keep it tucked back. That's all."

"What? Oh." My eyes tried to turn toward her thighs again but I kept myself from looking. "Morning wood strikes again?"

"Not morning wood this time. It's my…" Finally, a little of her usual light returned to her eyes as she grinned and whispered, "My Kim Pine."

"Get out."

"Awww," she giggled, forcing me to crack and smile as I rolled my eyes. "I thought that was a good one."

"Really isn't." As I pet up and down her hip, I whispered, "I don't care if I see it, you know. But if you do, we can trade? You can have these shorts, I have undies on."

Knives thought about it for a minute. Really thought. Then she whispered, "I'm okay with you seeing. I mean, after our conversation… I know you don't mind my body. Just hard for me to believe it sometimes. Does that make sense? It's not that I think you'd lie about this, just that I'm super nervous."

'And hurt from the last time you were in this kind of situation,' I thought to myself. But didn't bring it up. Young Neil was the past, and the two of them had settled things. Now was our time. Instead, I spent my energy kissing her lips again. "Would it help if I strip down, too?"

"Umm…" Her smile was vaguely coy. "Help me feel comfortable 'cause I'm not the only one who's naked, yeah. Otherwise, it's definitely not going to make Little Knives any more calm."

That was all I needed to hear. Now, let's get this straight: I don't generally like people seeing me in the buff. Even being in a swimsuit kinda makes me antsy, but it's the attire that suits the occasion, so I can roll with that. But I'm just barely less awkward about that than Knives is, and she has a legitimate societal reason to be afraid of people seeing her without her bits covered. With me, it's just the usual cocktail of beauty standards and low self-esteem. Still…

"Oooh," she cooed and clapped as I whipped my tee up and over my head, casually dropping it to the floor. My flush said it all, and she giggled. "Sorry, I can quit."

"Do you want to take these off? Make it an audience participation strip show?"

Biting her lip, she did hook one index finger over my waistband. That made me gulp; I was even less used to being stripped. But she pulled it away and pushed both fists against her chin. Too fucking cute. "Ohmygosh no, I couldn't."

"You sure?" A little nervous nod. So I stood back off the bed and pushed them down, shorts and undies in one go. The cool air made me shiver, but I forced myself not to think about that. Then I crawled back onto the bed to lie down next to her.

"Look how hot we are," she observed as she gestured down along our bodies. Not that I agreed, because I was lying next to perfection, but it was a nice thought. "Total lesbian fantasy."

Scoffing, I glanced down. "Pretty sure most lesbian fantasies don't include my overgrowth of firecrotch, or all these stupid freckles."

"Or a dick," she added. But it was a lighter tone than when either of us brought it up before.

"Hey, mine does."

Her nose bumped up against mine as she met my gaze. "You're weird, though. Weird enough to not mind someone even weirder." Then she really threw me for a loop by reaching down to brush her hand over my mons. "And I don't mind this. Like, that's how it grows, right?"

"O-ohhh," I let out shakily, having to swallow because my voice had cracked slightly. She drew back to blink at me, and I smiled. "Mm, yeah. I know. But if I have a date, I like to maintain a landing strip or something like that. Not just let the bush grow untamed. I wasn't expecting today to be when… anybody would be looking."

"I don't have to look!" she promised me with a nervous smile, removing her hand completely now. "Promise!"

"Well, it's fine. Um… are you sure you don't care about furriness levels?"

"Completely sure. I know the hair is clean. And even if it wasn't… well, I'd rather touch you when you're dirty than anybody else when they're clean."

That sent a throb downstairs that I had a pretty difficult time ignoring. So I kissed her again before I tried to talk. "God, you're pushing all the right buttons. Almost don't believe you've never done this before."

"Total noob," she assured me as she kissed back. We rolled slightly until I was on top of her, then again so that she was on top of me. After the first few seconds, everything else melted away, and I was just with Knives. My Knives, kissing and holding her close, basking in this moment.

Then I rolled to be on top again, and her legs shifted just differently enough from how they had been moved before. A thick something sprang up to be caught between my thighs, and I gasped; it was warm, and real, and definitely not my imagination. Knives let out a mewling noise below me, and I blinked down at her as her eyes fluttered open, waiting for what my reaction would be.

"That's you," I breathed with a smile, flexing my thigh muscles and squeezing her. She sucked in another breath then bit her lip, eyes slowly closing as she weathered the pleasure. "Wow…"

She started to say "I've never…" but then seemed to realise I would know that already, because she fell silent, peering up at me with uncertainty. Then I started to roll off. "Kim?"

"Well, I don't think you meant to come so close to putting it in, so I figured I would move." Settling in next to her, I petted up and down her stomach. On the way down, I bumped against it, and ducked my head. "Shit, sorry!"

After letting out a shaky sigh, she smiled over at me. "It's fine. I'm just… I dunno…" Licking her lips, she kissed mine quickly to give herself a moment to think. "This is dumb, but part of me was still worried you'd run away once you really saw it. Or felt it."

"I still haven't seen it yet. Well, through your panties, I guess."

"Do you want to? Look, I mean. I'm nervous, but if you wanted to…"

"Not if you're nervous."

Shaking her head, she kissed my cheek before whispering, "Not that kind of nervous. My words are getting all mixed up. Like… I'm excited, but also kinda scared you won't like it. And that's just because I'm scared about anyone looking, like, definitely not you specifically! Mostly excited, anyway. Does that make any sense?"

My face was stock still, eyes narrowed very slightly. "You're sure? Completely sure? I mean… I do want to, though. But only if you're-"

"Yes, silly," she giggled. But when my hand moved a little lower, she froze, so I stopped. Her sigh was obviously frustrated. "Okay, I know I keep reacting like that, but I really am okay. Just… can't help my squirminess."

"If I go too far, will you say 'stop'? Swear?" She gave a little nod, and smiled while biting her bottom lip. "Alright." Then I had an idea. Knives loved to talk. She could talk all fucking day. So as my hand drifted down again, I said, "I have a question."

"Go on?" she asked in a slightly higher pitch than usual.

"Um… so I'm not really sure how to talk about your dick. Meaning, I wanted to say before when I felt it pop up that it was 'so huge', but I didn't know… if you'd like me saying that, or if it would give you dysphoria. I guess."

Around the time my hand got to her hip, just to the side of where I knew I would find more, she answered, "Um… I dunno. But hey, look at you, learning the lingo!"

"Trying to," I snorted, wrapping my hand around the soft, warm skin. Her breath caught, then blasted outward in a gust. "Mmm… you like that?"

"Yeah…"

My lips pushed into her cheek. "So… if you want, I could say it's a pretty dick. Or maybe that it's a big clit? Since biologically speaking, it is."

"R-really?" she said in a tone that would have been conversational if she weren't shaking, eyes half-closed and bottom lip trembling.

"Yeah. I was reading about that last week, how like…" My fingers trailed down to press into the smooth sack. That was an interesting sensation, and she seemed even more surprised I was touching that than the thing above it if her squirming was any indication. "This is where it all starts, and we all have vaginas. And then some babies grow what you have, and some keep it the way mine is and work on the fine details. Or something like that."

A breathy little laugh as her thighs began to part. Very slowly, I began to kiss down her collarbone, along her chest. "Mmm… I think I… did hear something like that once… oh!" She blinked down at me when my tongue flicked over her nipple again. "Ohhh, wow, that's new!"

My lips drifted further down, over her stomach. "It's funny…" Nuzzled her belly button, and she twitched. Both all over her body and the hardness under my wrist. "This is easier for me now. Like… God, I don't think I could have done this before you were inside me."

"Did you have to phrase it that way?!" she laughed, and I laughed with her. We shared a smile for a moment, and then she looked away. "You're so close to me…"

"Mmhmm. But yeah, I mean, I wasn't… if I wanted to make anyone feel this good, it would have been you, but I still… it was too hard." She snorted, and I rolled my eyes. "Not like that, perv. I meant I couldn't just… um…" The words were being stubborn for me this time.

"You felt like I'd look at you, and you'd blush so hard you'd turn into a tomato?"

"Pretty much. That I might do this or that thing wrong and you'd feel annoyed instead of pleased. Or just that I'd look stupid for a half-second, which NegaKim would never allow. So even if we did this before you used the Micron, I would have been such an awkward idiot that it would have been pointless."

"Well, you're doing great," she breathed with a private smile only for the two of us. "My body feels like you love it right now." Another kiss, slightly closer to her center. "O-oh…"

Something about how she clenched her eyes shut made me reconsider. Not the whole thing, but going for the brass ring so soon. Should I climb back up to her other boob? Maybe just make out with her for a while until she feels relaxed again? But that would still leave her a little too well-placed to thrust just wrong and start our "first time" before we were ready for it.

Then I had another idea. A way that I could really up my game; one that I had disregarded once before as too crazy and weird, but would definitely prove that I was serious. When my lips disappeared completely, she let out a quiet "Hmm?" By the time she opened an eye, I was already kissing her big toe.

"Oh! What are you doing down there?"

"Showing your body that I love it." Another kiss, and she shivered. "What?"

"W-well…" Now I was curious about this. For some reason, it seemed to be really leaving her speechless. When my lips wrapped around two of the little digits, she squeaked, "Kim! What are y… why? That's so dirty…"

"Not right out of the shower," I reminded her as I flicked my tongue over the soft little toe-pads. Actually, it wasn't as horrible as I'd expected, even if it wasn't as much fun as her nipple. "I think you like it." But me accusing her of that made her flush and hide her face behind her hands, so I started kissing my way up her ankle as I said, "Or at least, you're surprised, but I don't know why when I was already kissing everywhere else."

"Because… I mean, you said feet weren't cute, right? And it's one thing to say my face is worth kissing, or my butt is. The D gives me mixed feelings. But this is…"

"Right." Said "D" was easy for me to see now. Kissing my way up her leg gave me such a fantastic view! Like the monolith in 2001: A Space Odyssey, rising up above me. Seeing it only made my thirst more real, but I was determined to pace myself. "But it's okay for you to say my toes are cute, and to make me say yours are. And like you pointed out last time, we both just washed, so nothing's really 'dirty' right now. Including…"

And I had arrived. Her erection was an inch from my face, and I was smirking up at her, waiting to see what she would do. Giving her all the time in the world.

"Ooh…" Her thighs twitched together a little around me, but then pushed themselves wider. "Okay… so… what do you think?"

What a question. I wanted to tell her it was the hottest dick I'd ever seen and that I wanted it in me, but somehow I didn't think she wanted to hear that. Like it would make her feel 'manly' or whatever, which was not the goal. Her cock wasn't the biggest, but wasn't the smallest, either, and it was pretty thick and smooth-looking. My mouth was already watering to taste her, which was weird because I didn't normally care about going down on guys.

But she wasn't a guy. Probably a big factor in why this was different. And if I'm really being honest with myself… I wanted to go down on her before I learned she had a dick. This just made it easier, since I already had some practice with fellatio and wouldn't have to spend some period of adjustment learning cunnilingus. Something about Knives just made me want to devour all of her.

Maybe it was because she's so sweet. The world's best dessert.

"I like it," I told her simply. Getting that out of the way. My hands pushed her thighs all the way open, and she obliged before I leaned down on my hands. Inspecting. "The size is just about right. Really soft, and kissable." When I did kiss the underside, she squeaked, so I didn't do it again right away. "This line that goes down the bottom of it… over your balls…"

As my fingernail traced the dark little seam, she sucked a breath in through her teeth. When I went lower, she let out a shaky, "OH! God, Kim, I…"

"Too far?" When she didn't reply right away, I brought my finger away from her butt to caress the side of her sack again. "Sorry. Just getting a really good look at my girlfriend."

"You're sure it's not ugly? I mean… any of that?" My cheek was rubbing against it when she added, "Oh gosh…"

"It's you. How could it be ugly?"

With a shaky laugh, she whispered, "Think I could handle it better when you were nibbling my toes…" When I gave it another kiss, she was able to just sigh instead of spazzing this time. "Mmm… see, I told you."

"Told me what?"

"That you were nice. I couldn't feel more loved and adored than this."

"Psh," I scoffed, reaching down to very gently squeeze her balls. I repeat: very gently. "I'm a cold bitch." But the little gasp got me to let go right away. "Sorry. That didn't hurt, did it?"

Her smile told me it didn't. But she still wrapped her legs around the back of my neck. "Nice. And nah, not really."

"Good." Then I took one into my mouth. I knew from a few fondles in my past that this was nothing, and totally doable for both of us. Again, she gasped, but seemed to relax into the sensation a little more. But I didn't play with it that way for very long; the point was to get acquainted with her, not start getting her off.

A little part of me felt guilty, though. She shot me down so many times that I started to really believe we might never have sex. And it was almost as if she could tell I was disappointed by that, and wanted to offer more of herself to keep me around… which she didn't have to do. At all. Then again, it could just be that she was comfortable enough with me now that the old reasons stopped mattering. Her whole sticking point was that she didn't feel enough like a woman with someone staring at her dick, or messing with it, which makes total sense. Not that it's true, just that I understand why she might feel like that. Now she could tell that I was in lesbians with her, not trying to use her and turn her into a "boyfriend", so that probably helped a lot with easing her anxiety.

So once I let the ball pop out, I gave the inside of her thigh a little kiss and crawled up to lay next to her. Very turned on, but doing nothing else but laying next to my girlfriend and petting her stomach.

"Oh?" she asked, rolling her head just enough to look into my eyes. "Done already? That was fast."

"What's to say? It's a dick. Kinda knew what it would look like more or less. But it's a nice one, and I love the hottie it's attached to. So… yeah, I'm good for now."

Her little smile told me everything. So many things at once. Her hips rolled as she kissed me, so I could feel it against my leg. Thrusting just a little. But I could tell this wasn't going to be like the last time, when she kept going at it so hard she splooged into her undies; just a little grinding for some vague pleasure.

"You could fuck me right now," I pointed out, tone more playful than serious. Her eyebrows went up, and I pecked her cheek. "Logistically."

"Y-yeah," she admitted, biting her lip as she glanced down between us. Then she leaned up to kiss my chin. "Mm… I'm having a great time."

"Same."

"And thank you. For um… being okay with me taking it slow. I could tell you really wanted to go down on me."

My laugh was clearly shy. "That obvious? I mean… it could be fun. But only if we were both having fun."

"Yeah. You get it. And… I know I will when we do it. Like, no question!"

"Mmm." Another brief kiss. Then I pulled back, a sudden thought coming to me. "Your turn."

"Hm?"

"To look. I mean, that only seems fair."

"Oh…" A little chuckle floated out as she looked away. "Well… if I did, my reasons would be a little different. Not totally different; I still want to see you. See how beautiful you are."

"You mean how hairy?" But I could follow her logic. "You mean… seeing a vagina up close and personal for the first time."

Nodding, she raised a hand to begin petting up and down my shoulder and upper arm. "Never have before. Unlike most girls who got to do the mirror thing."

"Yeah, I did," I admitted with a slight smirk, and she grinned. "Just looked fucking weird to me. But then again, I never much cared about dicks or vaginas. Kinda thought dicks were funny until I saw the most beautiful one in the world a couple minutes ago." Her grin turned bashful, and I had to kiss it again. But immediately afterward, I turned and laid back. "Alright, now is the time."

"Really?" When I nodded, she looked shy and indecisive for a moment. Then she kissed my neck, my collarbone… she was going to do what I did for her. Which I was not ready for.

But it was happening. Her lips moved to my nipple, and she decided to spend a lot longer on it than I had. My hands came up to thread through her hair as she paid it patient attention, and I let my leg drift outward, then raised an ankle to caress the back of her thigh. Maybe she was a quick study, or maybe she practiced on her own time, but either way I had zero complaints. This was incredible.

"They're so perky," she whispered as she moved to the other one and pressed into it with her teeth, just barely — but more than enough to make me moan in a higher pitch than I had been. God, those noises coming out of me were so embarrassing! "Mmm…"

"Fuck," I whispered. That was all I could get out until she started kissing lower. "Oh… oh, Knives…"

Once her lips hit hair, she drew back away and waited, staring up at my face instead of down. Silent permission was given when my thighs fell open, and she could inspect the female anatomy for the first time with an actual live specimen. It was really uncomfortable for me, but it wasn't because it was Knives. Just because I knew she was looking at me as an example of what a cis woman was, and studying it so closely. Probably memorising every detail. But I could put up with it if it meant something so important to my girlfriend.

"You're wet," she observed, still not touching. I nodded. "Did I do that?"

"Y-yeah." My hands drifted down to my hips, hesitated for a second, then moved to either side and began to gently pull myself open. "Does this help?"

Her eyes went round, and she actually pushed her fingertips into her mouth for a moment as she took in the change in what she was seeing. I had to look away after a second; too much, too weird, I was ugly down there, she had to be thinking that, or that it was too pink, or not pink enough, or-

Eventually, I felt a soft press of lips - not against my cunt, but the knuckle of my index finger instead. "You're so cute down here, Kim. Like a perfect flower."

"Ugh," was all I could respond, and I heard her chuckle — felt the rush of air, and had to suck in a breath from feeling it. "S-so, what do you think of seeing your first pussy? Besides it being 'cute' or whatever."

"Well, this isn't my first. I saw Tamara's when we were little. Way different experience, though." I laughed, and she grinned up at me. "Can I touch? Like, I kinda wanted to, but figured I'd just do some looking first."

My voice was trying for casual when I said "Knock yourself out," but I was shaking too much for that. Nobody had ever done this before. The couple of guys who tried just kinda looked at it and were like "hawt" and started licking it like a postage stamp. Totally failing to bring me more than distant pleasure. Knives was not just staring at me — she was appreciating. And now she was going to do it in an interactive way.

God help me. What was my life turning into? I went from still being vaguely bitter about Scott, to letting another of his exes, a Chinese ninja girl who was barely not a high schooler anymore, go down on me. On paper, it just sounded like a string of bad decisions. But in reality, it was saving me from a miserable life of being alone.

And she got off to a great start. Or was getting me off to a great start, I should say. About as rough as most of the other times I'd had this happen, but she was patient, and doing her best. After a minute, she popped her head up to ask, "Am I doing okay?"

"Yeah. God, Knives…"

"Give me tips, though. I'm, um… do you want me more here?" Kissed my lips. "Or up here?" Kissed my hood.

"Dude, wherever you want. But um…" I spent a minute trying to think. What should I tell her? "You can move your tongue around more. Like, when you're going up or down, hit more areas on the labia. That kinda thing." She tried it, and I moaned. "Nnhh…"

"Better?" Then she did something on her own, probably slightly inspired by my suggestion: swirled her tongue around my clit, pushing the tip up under the hood slightly.

"FUCK!"

"Oh!" she gasped, looking up at me again. "S-so that one did something!"

Rubbing my hand over my face to get rid of the sweat, I laughed breathlessly. "Yeah! Yeah, it did something!" We shared a grin, and she kissed my petals again. "Mhh, oh shit… Knives…"

And she kept going. I mean, damn did she keep going. The great thing about Knives being totally comfortable as long as she wasn't the one being pleasured, and me now being semi-comfortable with everything thanks to Princess Pine busting out of her cage, is that she could do whatever she wanted to my body and my general reaction was "Yes, thanks". Her tongue started to hit the areas I liked more often as she kept at it, and I had no more feedback to give other than loving every second.

It didn't take more than a few minutes before I felt my orgasm starting to rise. Still longer than when I jilled off next to her, but pretty quick thanks to how long I had been secretly hoping this would happen. Then she had to take a break to catch her breath, which wasn't surprising.

"Oh wow," she whispered.

"Yeah… wow." Clearing my throat, I reached down between my legs to caress through her hair. "You're so… Knives, I love you…"

"I love you, too," she panted with a smile as she licked her lips.

"Do I taste okay? I mean, that's a fucking weird question, but…"

"Fine, yeah. I mean, I don't know what this is supposed to taste like, but it's kinda… a little salty? Not like much of anything. But you smell really… I dunno, but it's strong and it makes me hot…"

"Yeah?" For my benefit, she rolled to her side slightly so I could see the proof. "Shit, yeah I guess it does!"

Dipping down to kiss me, she then raised her hand and started petting me with her fingers for a moment, giving her lips and tongue a rest. "Is this good?"

"Mmhmm…" My eyes were now switching between the hand petting me, Knives's eager face, and the erection that I wished I could somehow play with while she was working on me. Not even kidding, my hands flexed on the sheets, trying to summon it to them so they could touch. Me licking my lips probably just looked like I was trying to wet them, but it was from a burning desire to kiss, to taste.

Around the time her tongue fell to my clit again, I raised my leg to caress her body. Just wanting to do anything to show her how much I appreciated spending time with her, especially like this! What ended up happening was…

"Ooh," she sighed with a shiver, and gust of air onto my damp folds nearly made me lose it then and there. "That feels weird."

"Sorry!" I panted, lowering my foot. It was still on her knee, somewhat closeby, but no longer in contact with her warm length. "Didn't mean to… kick your dick."

"Well, it didn't hurt, I mean… it felt like you were touching me with your hand, but both of those are up there," she giggled. "So it weirded me out. Wasn't anything bad."

Still feeling a little embarrassed, I tried to relax into her mouth when it fell back to my clit. The level of skill was unreal for a newbie, but by this point I was just grateful that she knew what she was doing and had no desire to question it. And…

Well, yeah. That's the story of how she got me to my first orgasm as a couple, not counting just flicking the bean next to her that other time. I was already almost there, and it didn't take much more than her tongue on my button and her fingers sliding around my wet lips before I was screaming, arching my back, and generally doing all those orgasm-related things we do. And it blew my fucking mind.

Once she was sure that I was done, she pulled back and kissed the middle of my furry patch. "Good? Was it good? Seriously, I need to know…"

All I could do was nod. Taking that as good enough feedback, she grinned and climbed up to curl around me. Of course, it was impossible for me not to notice the arousal pressing into my hip, but for a moment I let it be there. The way she was teaching me. Had to catch my breath a little.

Then I turned to look into her gleeful eyes. Almost didn't want to say anything, she looked so cute and sweet there. When I let out a little chuckle, she grinned and whispered, "What?"

"Puppy dog tail." The slight crease in her brow made me elaborate, reaching over to briefly touch her dick with one finger. "This. It's like when a dog gets really excited and happy, and they wag their tail? That's what this is for you. Don't know why it took me this long to put those together."

"Oh… hey, yeah, I guess that's true." Shrugging one shoulder, she looked faintly pleased with the comparison somehow. Then I began to stroke it with that same single finger, and her eyes closed as she sighed.

"How about this? Just thinking out loud. This time, I'll give you a handjob. Not going to try to turn it into anything else, I promise. If you don't like it, we can go back to ignoring it for a while. If you do like it, maybe we'll try other stuff another day. But for tonight, just my hand, just the way we are right now."

Her smile did disappear, which gave me a pang of regret. I knew I was pushing again. But I was hoping that if I showed her I was comfortable with it, and didn't think it meant she was a dude, that she might get more comfortable with me doing stuff for her. And all I was doing was asking; if she told me to drop it, I'd drop it.

"You really like my dick, huh?" she asked in a soft voice. Couldn't really read her emotions when she said it, but I nodded, to make sure she knew I didn't dislike it. "Okay. Like I said, I feel weird about it, which is a whole other set of issues, but like… I love playing with your pussy, and I only tried it once. So I guess I get that it's the same for you with me."

"Maybe… don't even think of it as a dick."

"Then what? An egg roll?" My long, mortified groan only made her giggle a little. "Sorry. But it was kinda funny when I thought about it later. Lame, but kinda funny."

Delivering a long lick along her throat gave me time to recover from having to think about that shitty comment drunk-Kim made. It also gave me the added bonus of hearing her whimper. "How about… think of it as me flicking your bean? Okay, maybe that doesn't work that way, I dunno."

"No, I kinda see where you're going with that. I just don't have that kind of imagination that can completely pretend I wasn't born with boy-parts. But um… I guess a handjob isn't that different from me jerking myself off, which I've done plenty of times."

"Really? Plenty, huh?"

Biting her lip for a second, she then whispered, "Yeah. Usually just in the mornings when I wake up hard and can't get back to sleep."

"God, there's a show I'd love to watch." My hand slid between our bodies, wrapping gently around her. "You start like this?"

"Mm… yeah…"

"And then you're picturing what you were dreaming about?"

As I started stroking, she arched her back, lips parting slightly. "Ooh, yes. Or… s-sometimes nothing… before you, it was… mostly boys, but now I think of you…"

Well, that was unexpectedly flattering. Seriously, I felt butterflies in my stomach when I pictured this quasi-asexual girl thinking about me on the rare occasion she touched herself. Especially since there were tons of better, more attractive images to pull up in the moment, in my opinion.

"Tell me what you think of me doing," I purred as I began to kiss the side of her throat again.

"Nothing, usually. Just like… nnhh… how pretty you are, and… how much I like you… or sometimes…"

When she didn't say anything more after a few more seconds, I kissed again and whispered, "Sometimes?"

"W-well… I think about our first kiss… and h-how you did this for me…" A hard swallow, and she sought out my eyes. "It really confused me, especially since I thought I was straight before that, but it was so…"

"So?"

"You made me come harder than I ever had before, Kim," she confessed with bare, vulnerable honesty. "It was like… an awakening, y'know? Another person can make me feel like that… I wasn't even sure anyone could since it had never happened. And it was a girl…"

My hand stopped for a moment, and I kissed her chin. "You're a woman. Sorry if that made you have a… crisis of faith, or whatever. But having a college girl make-out session doesn't even really make you bi. Just curious."

"Does this make me bi?" she asked, thrusting into my hand very slightly. My smile returned, and so did hers after a second.

"This does, yeah."

"And I wasn't in college yet when that happened." Another groan of annoyance at my past self made her giggle. "That's probably awkward for you to remember."

"Definitely." I gave her dick a little squeeze with my nails, and she let out a gasp and squirmed. "Jerk."

But she was still distracted by it. Licking her lips, she kissed my forehead before she told me softly, "I liked it. Wh-when you did that… the first time?"

"Did what? Jerked you off, or squeezed you?"

"Yeah. Well, both, but I meant when you squeezed me. It really made me feel this, like… I dunno… naughty feeling or something. Like I had been bad, and you were punishing me…"

"You want to be my naughty little girl?" I asked in a throaty voice, squeezing again. When she responded with a moan, I hissed, "Holy shit, you do."

"N-no, I…"

The slight distress and shame in those two words was already too much. "It's okay, Knives," I promised her immediately, stroking in a more normal fashion this time. "That's… yeah, that sounds like a whole other dimension of kinky. And we've had enough of different dimensions for a day or two. Besides…" Another kiss against her throat, tender and sweet. "I'd rather reward you for being so perfect than punish you."

"Not perfect," she managed to breathe. Her legs were falling open, she was on her back and completely mine to control. I'd never seen her this exposed before… and I hated the idea of anyone else seeing it. My precious little Knives was no one's plaything. Not even mine. And I'd be damned if I let anyone have her believe she wasn't the most beautiful woman in the universe.

"Perfect. All over."

Knives took my lips then, hungry and desperate, and I slid my tongue in until it immediately felt its mate and our mouths opened for them to dance together. Her hips started coming up to meet my hand and I went at it as hard as I could. Not that I even got myself off very often, so jerking a dick was using muscle groups I didn't normally exercise, but that drummer strength really came in handy sometimes.

"Ah!" she breathed a minute or two later. "Kim… I'm gonna… but it's gonna go everywhere!"

Tangling our legs as my arm pumped her throbbing flesh, I whispered, "Let it go everywhere. I want to hear you finish again." But she still seemed conflicted. So I added, "I love you so much."

Worked like a charm. Just like the first drunken night, I had Knives writhing and calling out, except this time she didn't bother to keep her voice down quite so much. We were together, and didn't have to worry about what Scott or anyone else in Julie's aunt's house would think. So she screamed my name as she sprayed upward, landing all over our abdomens and running down my knuckles. It was actually kind of spectacular.

It took her a little longer to recover from hers than it did for mine. All the while, I just kissed her hot cheeks and her lips, petted over her hair. Basically soothed her as best as I was capable, given that I was a cold, unfeeling bitch.

Or maybe I wasn't. Kinda figuring that out.

"S-sorry," she finally managed shakily as I pulled my hand off her half-softened cock. It was very sticky now. "Didn't mean… to do that…"

"It's cool," I chuckled very quietly, kissing her nose. That did get her to smile. "You know I've dealt with this before, right? Nothing new."

"But you shouldn't have to with me. One of the little perks of being a lesbian, usually."

"Bisexual. Both of us are. I think, anyway."

One of her shoulders shrugged, and she held up my hand to look at the mess she'd made. "Yeah. So… I guess neither of us should mind this if we're bi. But if you ever decide you do, just please tell m-"

"I said I wouldn't mind going down on you, Knives. And if I don't care about getting it in my mouth, I sure as fuck don't about getting it on my hand. Or stomach."

"Oh, here-" Shuffling down, she started licking the residue off my abdomen before I could stop her.

"Ugh! That's yours, you don't have to do that!"

"Hey, I don't mind. I, um…" Now she looked really embarrassed, and I didn't know why. Until she admitted, "I've tried it before. Like, when things started getting serious with Neil, and I was trying to decide if… I could handle…"

Nodding, I flexed my fingers, looking at the gooey translucent mess. "Ahhh. Yeah, I guess… I can understand that. Practice makes perfect. Or tolerant, or whatever." Then I shoved them in my mouth. A strangled noise of surprise came from down below, but I pretended to ignore it as I closed my eyes, savouring her taste.

"Kim," she breathed as I moaned. Once I was finally done, she was still merely sitting there, waiting for the verdict.

"Not bad. Definitely better than the other times I've tried it." Hoping it would hit the right note, and not just sound dumb, I combed through her hair with my clean hand. "Must be because it's girl-cum."

"Omigosh… you're just so- like, eating my cum, my toes, jerking me off, and-" A little moisture was collecting in her eyes, so I tried to head that off by being funny.

"Hey, let's not get carried away. I didn't eat your toes, they're still right where you left them." Well, I said tried. But she did giggle, although it was a giggle-sniffle, so I cupped her cheek. "Anyway… yeah, I hope you can tell by now that I'm kinda into you. Annoying little bundle of happy that you are, and I don't even know why you like me… but I guess there's no point in questioning that anymore."

Instead of answering with words right away, she just attack-hugged me and started smothering me with kisses. There wouldn't really have been any point in going "EW, YOU HAVE JIZZ-BREATH" since we both did by then, so I just contented myself with laughing and embracing her back, enjoying how close we could be.

"Love you," she finally whispered when she pulled back, eyes glittering.

"Ditto, kiddo. And thanks for the slug-trail on my hip there."

"What? Oh no, ew, I forgot!" Rolling away, we both looked at the little bit of essence that had been left behind there. "Um, sometimes afterward, a little bit keeps leaking out for a few minutes…"

"No worries, just clean it up. With a tissue!" I amended when her head started going for it. "Y-you don't have to clean it off with your tongue every time!"

Blushing, she went for the box of tissues on my bedside table and dabbed it away, then got the little bit on her tip before she tossed it. "Sorry about that."

"Happens, eh? And it's not like I minded. Just didn't want to have to change my sheets if we got any on there, that's all." Then we settled in against each other, still nude. Her knees trapped one of mine between them, and I smiled as I pet up and down her ribcage. "Now… we probably better get ready for work or some shit."

"Or take another day off?" she asked in a small voice, smiling. When I shook my head, she sighed resignedly. "Yeah. Two days in a row would be pretty bad."

Kissing her earlobe, I whispered, "Weekend's coming up. Then we can hang out as much as you want."

"Really?!"

"Yeah. We'll grab a couple movies from work, make it a thing."

"Can I eat you out again?" When I choked, she gently patted me on the back until I was breathing normally. Then hissed, "Should I not say stuff like that?"

"N-nah, you're fine! Totally chill. And, um… I wouldn't exactly mind that. Or eating you out."

Rolling her eyes, she snuggled closer. "You don't have to keep doing that. Pretending like I have a vagina when I don't yet."

Though the "yet" threatened to throw me off track, since that was definitely a conversation we'd have to revisit once she had her degree, I made myself focus on teasing her. "Actually, I wasn't pretending that this time."

"What? But you said you'd eat me out. And I don't have…"

When her eyes went round, mouth hanging slightly open as her entire face turned red, I reached down to gently squeeze her butt just to drive home that she wasn't mistaken. "I'm mostly kidding… except that if I was ever going to try that with anybody, it'd be you. Just… not sure about it, that's all."

"I haven't done much back there," she whispered nervously, though she was smiling. "You putting a finger down there just now was like, whoa!"

"Imagine if I had a dick, too. And I put it in your sweet little ass." She was still red, eyes wide and staring off into the distance as she actually imagined it. "Mmmm, yeah…"

Her hands came up to press into her face as she let out a "KYAAAA!" of embarrassed excitement. Typical Knives. What I wasn't expecting was for her to say through the hands, "You did mention getting a strap-on before… and I didn't say 'no', I guess…"

"That's true," I said as I kissed the backs of those hands. Her legs flailed and I grinned from ear to ear. But she had to be told I was serious and not just teasing. "My girlfriend deserves to get fucked if she wants to. And I'm willing to go as fast or as slow as she wants. Not just with fucking, but with doing anything."

"God, I love you so much! I love you, Kim!"

"Yeah, yeah, love you, t-" That was as far as I got before my lips were otherwise occupied. Fine by me; she could do whatever she wanted and I would thank her for it. Dumb little ninja.

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"I mean," she gasped almost two full minutes of making out later, "still no idea if I'm gonna like that, but… we could try? Just for fun. I'm still a little curious about how it feels, just end up wimping out."

I had still been a little dazed from the long lip-lock, but then I grinned. "Wanna find out?"

"Now? Um… no." And the specific way she grinned and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear told me she was sure of it this time, even if the idea still flustered her. "Like yeah, I'm definitely… interested, just in finding out if I like it, but I'm feeling pretty good with where we are. Wow, I feel… good. So good, Kim."

"Glad to hear it," I told her with a lot more sincerity in my voice than I was used to using. Knives was changing that a day at a time.

"Although…" Her hands caressed the globes of my butt.

"What? Oh. No thanks, I never had any interest in anyone plundering my booty."

"You sure? I mean, you're all about me trying it…"

I laughed softly. "Well, bo- I mean, people with dicks have something back there. The prostate, right? I'm sadly prostate-deprived, so I really don't see myself getting a lot out of it. That's all. My G-spot is up front."

"Ohhhh," she breathed in a long dazed noise. One eyelid had twitched when I almost said "boys", but I think because I hadn't been calling her one directly, she wasn't that affected. "Well yeah, I know about that. From health class. But I think there's a bunch of nerve endings in the butthole, too — like the actual butthole, not the spot on the inside."

"Trust me, you really don't want to be poking around back there, anyway. A real deathtrap." I was still laughing, but now I was also thinking about it. This was probably the first time I'd ever pointed my mind at the subject and thought anything other than the words "exit only" in big flashing red letters. Fucking nasty. But I also never really cared when it came to other people talking about it or whatever. To each their own.

Meanwhile, Knives was still kneading my cheeks. Had she been doing that the whole time? "I wouldn't mind, really. Showers, right?"

"Showers," I sighed, having to admit that point. "Best shape it'll be in right now."

"Right! Just like, y'know… if you feel something coming, warn me? I guess?"

"Yeah," I snorted as she sat back and away from my face. Then began to shift my legs. "Wait. What are- Knives! Are you really…? I didn't mean now!"

Her smile faltered but didn't quite fade. "Well, yeah. Might as well while you're already clean, right? Just, um…" But then she put the legs down. "Okay, sorry, I um, I should have asked. That wasn't cool."

"Well… I guess somebody could interpret me admitting it's clean right now as encouraging you. But, uh…" My stomach was doing backflips again. "Come on. You'd really want to prod my pucker?"

"Hey, I've never tried doing it for somebody else, either. Barely did on myself. How should I know if I like it or not?"

My finger came up to point at her accusingly. "You… little liar. Acting like you weren't into any of this when really you just want to experiment on me." She bit her lip and looked cute, and after a moment I rolled my eyes and lowered my finger. "Fine. But the minute I don't like something-"

"Oh, yeah, totally! Just kick me or whatever."

"Okay." As she raised my legs up again, I snorted. "Maybe you want me to kick you. Kinky girl."

To that, she pouted again. "But you can be so gentle with these…" And she kissed one of the feet held so firmly in place by her hands around my ankles, making me shiver. By now, I was beginning to suspect I was right — that not every pout really meant she was sad. What an actress. "You proved it by teasing my dick with one."

"What is it with you and feet, anyway?" Again, she sought out the toe with the freckle for a kiss. Her favourite. And again, it made my face pulse hotter when she paid attention to it like that, even more when she took it between her sweet lips. "Knives…"

"Mmhhh," she moaned around it exaggeratedly, and I twitched all over. The best way to describe that sensation is that it felt both good and bad. Awkward, but not unpleasant; something a girl could get used to. If that was how Knives felt when I did it, maybe I could bite the bullet and add a kiss or two to my next foot massage. Pretty minimal sacrifice.

"Alright, alright," I burst out once her tongue was swirling around the toe with a little too much gusto. I definitely didn't want her to keep messing with my feet. Enough of that for one day. "Just… get on with it. Wish I had some lube."

"Lube?" she asked as she kissed my thigh. I tried not to think too much about how close she was to my ass. To all of everything down there, again, so soon after she just went down on me.

"Yeah, um… for the ass. It doesn't self-lubricate like the my snatch does."

Her smile was both soothing and worrying. "Well, I wasn't really gonna go all-in; just tease you a little. So we probably don't need that. But if you wanna wait until we get some…"

"Meh," I sighed, trying to pretend I was disinterested and totally calm. And failing; we both could tell I was nervous. But I decided not to say anything else and just let her have at it.

Mistake.

See, now I think I should have protested a little more strongly, or asked her to go slower. Because she started out kissing it. Started out that way, not graduated from a finger to her mouth. My breath caught, and I didn't know what to say. I was torn between feeling grossed out that she would do that, curious about what it was like, and feeling so loved because this incredible girl would actually stoop to putting her mouth on this dirtiest part of some random redhead. So that was about all I could do.

And I was crying out by the time her hands slid up my thighs, forcing my legs back. She attempted that for a minute, trying to figure out logistics, then lowered them again and said, "Can you, um, roll over?"

"Ugh… fine…" But as I was rolling over, I said, "This is weird, you know. Not judging, since obviously I'm just as weird for letting it happen, but like… what are we doing?"

"Playing," she breathed on one of my cheeks, prompting another shiver. "Awww, it's so cute, though!"

My entire face turned cherry red. For some reason, before that I had just been a little nervous — and completely shocked that this was happening at all. Now, she was really about to start pleasuring me in about the last place I thought anyone would. And she already liked it, without even really getting started.

Seeming to sense that I was flattered, even if it was in with all the other emotions, she kept going, her finger now tracing around it. Not quite touching yet. "Seriously… it's like a little star… I dunno, it's cute."

"Shut up, it can't be cute. It's a…" Swallowing, I tried to resist shivering from her teasing fingernail. "Ooh…" Failed step one.

"What if I put my dick in it? Like… would you be interested in finding out how that goes? You were talking about doing that to me earlier…"

"Oh my GOD. You haven't even put it where I want it yet!" I protested, my cheeks somehow getting even redder than my hair. Her breath caught, and I realised I might have gone a little too far. "I m-mean, when you're ready for that. Of course. Y'know…"

"No, I get it," she giggled as she kissed one of my cheeks. The lower ones, not the red ones. "Don't worry. I, um, I have thought about that, too… and I'd probably want to. When I feel more ready."

"Exactly. Which could be whenever, not right nahhhWHOA that's weird!"

For a minute or so, I simply let her get on with pushing her fingertip against the tightly-clenching hole. Which was clenched intentionally; I didn't want anything to go inside. Poking around the rim was about as much as I could handle, and only because Knives was so curious and I was unable to resist her. She made another comment about how cute it was, and I couldn't reply, even just to tell her that it was ridiculous.

Finally, she said, "Hmm, not much I can do without that lube, I guess. You were right."

"It's okay," I sighed as I took a deep breath, then let it out before speaking again. "We tried."

"We did. Most things, anyway."

That was the only warning I had before feeling a tongue squirming against the skin. I went totally speechless, not sure what to think at first. After a few seconds of putting up with that, and the odd sensations shooting through my stomach and down into my legs, I finally groaned, "Ohhh, that is just so wrong…"

"Hmm," was all she said when she had put the finger back against the now-moistened opening.

"Hmm, what? 'Hmm, we're obviously freaks now'?"

"Nah, just… okay, I don't wanna be super gross about this, so I won't give you a detailed um, description of what that was like. But it wasn't as bad as you probably think it would be."

The corner of my mouth twitched up, even as my abdomen was convulsing from the continued teasing. "Guess they sell flavoured lubes for a reason."

"I wouldn't need it. Not for this; like I said, it's not that bad." After a second to think, she added, "As long as you're clean. Um… no offense, but if you asked me to do this any other time…"

"I wouldn't even ask you to do it when I'm clean," I assured her. "So yeah, I get not wanting to do it otherwise. We're totally in sync with this one."

She hummed in a satisfied manner, then kissed it again, slowly pushing her tongue into the center. Trying to open me up. I didn't want that; I didn't want to fart in her face or something terrible! And it started to feel… better. Don't get me wrong, it never felt awful, but it was uncomfortable and the idea was nasty to me. But after getting used to it, I could relax into the sensation, and it was basically like a bidet. Or using a wet-wipe. Better than either of those, but not much different.

Finally, she paused, and I asked, "Whuh… what do you think? You into tossing my salad?"

"Yeah. I could do it again. Going down on your vag was better, though." She sounded a little turned on again, and I suspected it was just because what we were doing was so… unusual. I was slightly wet, too, and I hated that because it was from this! But oh well.

"Sounded like you liked it. In fact… something tells me…" It took a little effort and stretching back, but given the way we were positioned, I managed to find her hips with my toes. From there, I could drag them inward to grasp at what I thought I might find. "Yep."

"H-hey," she half-laughed, half-gasped as she felt them pressing into either side of her warm erection. It was still a little sticky at the head, but otherwise smooth and soft. "What are you doing?"

"Checking, that's all," I assured her with a laugh of my own. "Unless you want me to keep going…?'

"N-nah." She sounded a little conflicted, but mostly sure of herself. "I don't need a footjob; I told you, I usually only go once in a day."

"What's a footj… nevermind, I figured it out. No explanation necessary." Her lips pushed into my ass again, and I sighed. Then I felt her thrust between my feet and smirked into the sheets. "Interesting."

There was a little shame in her voice when she admitted, "I… didn't mean to, but it's already there, and you… actually have pretty soft feet? Is that weird?"

"It's weird that I have soft feet," I laughed breathlessly. Her talking this much with her mouth so close to my sensitive parts, both the ass and the vag she had already given the royal treatment, was making me that much wetter. "Not for you to notice, I guess." And that was me being nice, for all those people who think I can't pull it off. Both things were a little weird, but nothing criminal. No big deal.

The problem was, it was difficult to maintain those actions and positions. In order to keep my feet there, I had to kind of push my legs backward a bit instead of keeping them up and under me, which meant I was constantly tensing against her exploring tongue. Which… I think we both liked. The tongue up my ass part, not the other thing, which was all her. Did I really want this? Maybe. Not anything more than that at the moment, and maybe not that ever again, but in the moment…

"Do you want me to move back down?" she asked, hearing me panting and moaning. "You know… eat you out again? The normal way."

"N-nah," I told her. "Can't switch now. I'd probably get… some kind of disease." Then her thumb found my clit and I shrieked, "SHIT!"

"Good? Bad?"

"Good! Soooo gooood!" I confessed as she ground it against me, completely her bitch in that moment. Honestly? I know what I said, and I stand by it with my rational mind. But if she had suddenly shoved a finger in there, as long as it was all lubed up and ready to go in with minimal pain… yeah. I'd have been all about it without having any power to protest. Couldn't even believe it, and NegaKim's sensibilities were horribly offended, but it was true.

Also, Knives seemed to know her body pretty well. Though I felt her thrusting against my toes, heard her moan once or twice into me — felt it — she wasn't nearly as frustrated and frantic as before I jerked her off. Really a one-and-done kinda girl, like most dick-owners. Her entire focus was on getting that tongue deeper and deeper, making that thumb do its best to get me there again.

Her best was good enough. A lot sooner than I expected, I was coming, and it was with her tongue all the way inside the last place I thought it would go. And God help me, Orgasm Part Two was every bit as hot as the first one. Nobody, not even Scott, could ever have gotten me to let them try this out for so long, and she made me shiver all over twice in one day with something I wasn't even comfortable doing yet. Knives is a miracle worker.

No, she never splooged. Her dick was done with that for the morning, and to be honest, I probably would have teased her a lot more if she finished that way, so it was for the best. Deciding I was through with my ass being explored now that I came, I rolled onto my back and wrapped my calves and ankles around her hips instead. Just caressing her very gently with my legs.

And Knives smiled down at me. Even though I had glanced at her dick, and thought about teasing her a little more, I mostly just held her gaze. That sweet face, and its dark, glittering eyes that always looked full of laughter or mischief, was well worth my attention.

"I'd kiss you," she finally told me through her huge grin, "but I don't think you'd want me to right now."

"Not really. My own butt is on the list of things I never want to experience." When she curled around my side, I curled back, nestling in again. "Yours, I'd give one try. One. But yeah, go brush your teeth in a minute."

"I will," she giggled.

Both of us were quiet for a bit. Basking in afterglow, appreciating how our warm bodies fit together. My fingers played over the silver chain around her neck, and she let out one of the happiest sighs I'd ever heard. Then I groaned, "Work. We still have to go to fucking work!"

"Shhh," she whispered, petting up and down my stomach. "We have a little longer."

"Yeah. Alright, but not too much longer; I don't want you to get fired."

"What about you?"

"Meh. My job sucks, anyway. But you're probably going to be putting yours on a transcript or an application or some shit."

Knives moved to kiss me, but remembered at the last second and instead just nuzzled my neck. "You're so sweet, Kim. Even sweeter now than before we broke the Gorgon Maiden, but like… you were before that, too. Just less afraid of showing it now."

"More like you're worth risking that I'll make an idiot of myself," I said as I kissed her nose. Then I sat up, groaning on my way before I reached back to help her do the same. "Come here, you jerk. Use some damn mouthwash so I can kiss you again. I'd really like to be able to kiss you right now."

"Sweeeeeet," she drawled out, and I shoved her face away.

"Idiot."

"Love you!"

"Ugh."

Let me tell you something. The picture of true happiness. It's coming out of your room, having found some jeans and a blouse to put on, to see a naked ninja girl brushing her teeth in front of your bathroom mirror, humming just a little bit as she did so. Then smiling over at you with minty suds running down her chin. Maybe most people wouldn't think it was all that important, but God… I wanted to savour that memory. Needed to.

So I took a pic with my phone. Knives squeaked, and yelled at me to delete it as she slammed the bathroom door, but after she was through in there and dressed for work I patiently explained why I wanted it. And, as I could have expected, she told me I could keep it — while kissing me for being 'sweet' again. Though she did make me promise not to make it my wallpaper.

And so, our heroes went off to work, knowing that all they had to do was suffer through a few hours apart before they could hang out around the ol' Nintendo again. Sure, I expected that a lot of other stuff would be coming our way: Knives going back to college, long distance relationship annoyance. Meeting each other's families. Potential surgeries. The Clash At Demonhead tryouts. Gideon's long lost cousin, with the ability to suck in enemies to temporarily gain their powers, trying to take over North America. Plus, actually 'going all the way' once Knives was ready, if she ever was. Nothing's ever really tied up in a neat bow.

But none of that was happening today. The future could wait until after a few boards of Mario Party.

                                                               GAME OVER                                        [Achievement Unlocked: Happy Ending ;) ]

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THE CHOSEN ONE (PART 5) 🌙

A/N: The moment everyone has been waiting for: SMUT. I would like to thank everyone for giving this series so much love and support! I’ve poured my heart and soul into the smut in Part 5 for all of you, so hopefully y’all would enjoy it. I highly recommend listening to ‘Hurricane’ and ‘Young God’ while y’all read the smut x

Genre: Dystopian/Action/Smut

Word Count: 12,021

Soundtrack:

Gasoline // Halsey

Hurricane // Halsey (for smutty parts)

Young God // Halsey (for smutty parts)

*Side note:

@nunchiwrites @lovesehunright @gwaenchanhajagiya @nemogirl02 @luhans-baobei @loser-dot-com STRAP YOURSELVES IN FOR A WILD RIDE, KIDS. <3

Synopsis: In the land of Exotica, thirteen kingdoms reign. Thirteen different types of bestowed powers, thirteen different types of abilities, thirteen different types of gifts. In this world, everybody is bestowed with only one ability. So what happens when The Chosen One is discovered to possess all thirteen powers at once?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | PART 5 | Part 6

‘I’d rather choke on my pride than swallow it’.

The grand hall is in a complete mess, chairs and decorations and food scattered all over like a warzone. The flags bearing the symbols of the thirteen different kingdoms are all destroyed, mercilessly ripped to shreds by the deadly abilities of Exotica.

Earth walls have torn through the marble flooring, the gigantic chandelier dangling from the domed ceiling shattered into a million glass shards which are now strewn all over the floor. Icicles poke out from every nook and cranny of the room. The decorations are soaked beyond repair due to the earlier tsunami waves. Fireballs have scorched the ginormous wedding cake beyond recognition. Dead ravens lie everywhere. The light bulbs overhead have exploded, causing dimness to settle over the hall like a storm cloud.

And yet, despite the lack of proper lighting, thousands of eyes settle on my trembling form in Jongdae’s arms. The foreign angel wings sprouting out of my back flutter gently, sweeping against the ruined marble tiles. My heart is racing a mile per minute, matching the intensity of my roiling thoughts.

The Chosen One.

Those three words rumble throughout the room in awed whispers, doing nothing to relieve me of my shock. Here I am, a born metal manipulator bearing the exact same ebony angel wings as those that are possessed by the people of the Flight Kingdom themselves.

What have I done? How is this possible? I’m a Metal princess -oh, sorry. I mean, queen- and for the past eighteen years of my life, I’ve been capable of nothing but bending anything metallic to my will. I’ve done nothing but associate myself with blades, knives, ninja stars, steel, silver, lead, iron and gold. And yet, by some miracle, I am lying on the floor of my own grand hall with the whole of Exotica staring down at me in fascination like as though I’m a specimen to be examined.

In a way, I am. I’m foreign, different, special.

I’m a freak.

“Syona?” Jongdae’s tentative murmur of my name drags me out of my frantic thoughts, his electric eyes peering down at me worriedly and quietly searching my face for any ounce of expression. His arms act as a cage, shielding me from the scrutiny of the whole of Exotica. Somewhere in the distance, I’m dimly aware of Yuri crying out my name as well, but it floats away into nothingness.

I don’t give anyone the chance to speak another word. Spurred on by the adrenalin and shock raging through my veins, I break out of Jongdae’s hold and scramble to my feet. Without a second thought, I bolt for the double doors of the hall, obeying an instinct I didn’t even know I possessed. I’m completely bent to the will of my own bare feet, allowing them to carry my quivering form through the crowd without a backwards glance.

Guards spring into action, attempting vainly to hold me back. “Your Highness, wait!” They plead, reaching out to grab at me but I dodge beneath their outstretched arms nimbly. The double doors slam shut behind me as I make my escape, blotting out the animated murmurings of the crowd and as I pound down the empty hallway on my bare feet, I feel my newly-attained angel wings shrivel up into nothingness. They disappear into thin air as quickly as they’d appeared and for that, I’m grateful.

Anything to erase the blatant fact that I’m a freak.

My bare feet take me out of the castle, the night breeze wafting through my hair lightly and providing relief to my flushed face. Now that I’m outside, I can see a long line of awaiting carriages snaking through the land, prepared to whisk the royal family back to the castle of the Lightning Kingdom located at the other end of Exotica.

The royal family. Jongdae and I.

Dread pools in the pit of my stomach as realization strikes me that the wedding is far from over; the post-wedding ‘activities’ await me and I can practically feel vomit rising up at the back of my throat at the thought of sharing the same bed with Jongdae. At the thought of sleeping with Jongdae.

My legs give way beneath me, causing me to slump back against the pillar I’m hiding behind. Pulling my knees to my chest, I stare out into the distance with wide eyes and without warning, my shoulders start to tremble. Then my entire being is shaking, quivering like a mere leaf in the breeze. I’m completely and utterly vulnerable, the breeze clawing at my burning face ruthlessly and biting into my skin like little teeth.

The tattoo singed into my collarbone stings, a constant reminder that I’m eternally shackled down by a queen’s crown. I’m trapped, I’m owned. I don’t belong to myself anymore. Instead, I’m an even bigger pawn in the game the royal court plays, too worthy to be chucked away. Jongdae and I belong to each other, bounded together by the chains of the crowns we now wear on our heads.

Princess Syona is long gone. In her place, Queen Syona of Exotica stands stoic and firm with a bloodthirsty Lightning King by her side. She is now his, the tattoo inked into her collarbone further proof that the Lightning Kingdom holds their claim over her.

Apparently, Queen Syona is also a freak.

My shoulders ache from the earlier weight of the wings, searing through me painfully as I lean back against the pillar behind me. I remain there for a long time, staring up at the ink-black sky aimlessly as my mind empties itself of its rapid thoughts. For the time being, I’m just a shell. I’m hollow and gaping, free of the shackles weighing me down.

For the time being, I’m myself all over again. I’m Princess Kwon Syona, devoid of the burden of an unwanted marriage and the weight of a queen’s crown. For the time being, I’m human. I’m alive, my heart beating for myself and for nobody else. Everything is mine to own; my freedom, my life, my choices. I wear no crown, bear no responsibility.

I am a storm all on my own.

“Your Highness?” A meek, lilting voice snaps me out of my reverie and I turn my head a fraction to search for the source of those two words.

Kim Taeyeon lingers a few feet away from me, the silvery light of the full moon illuminating her silhouette beautifully and in that split second upon catching a glimpse of her, all of the breath is knocked straight out of me.

I’m frozen, rooted to the spot in disbelief as the Lightning princess takes a step towards me, her soft mouth curved upwards in a soft smile. Her jet-black hair glows under the moonlight, cascading over her shoulders like an ebony waterfall and her eyes twinkle a deep shade of regal purple, a clear indication of the electricity buzzing through her bones. But for once, I’m not afraid of that glow of power radiating deep within her. I don’t fear the deadly sparks she possesses, I don’t back away from her lethal ability.

I remain motionless, observing her every move as she ducks her head modestly upon catching my eye. “I am terribly sorry to intrude in your personal space”, she murmurs, every word sounding like a melody to my ears. “I just wanted to check up on you, Your Highness. Are you okay?”

Words stick in my throat, unwilling to be spoken. I part my lips, scrabbling for a clever response in my head but I come up with none. My witty comebacks have deserted me, leaving me with a twisted tongue and a numb brain.

“A queen is always okay”, I croak out intelligently. “On the exterior, at least”.

Taeyeon’s smile wavers at that, her forehead creasing as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other. I notice that my abandoned stilettos are dangling from her left hand and my heart sinks at the sight of the footwear, a reminder of the wedding ceremony I’ve just endured.

“Do you mind if I sit here with you, Your Highness?” Taeyeon asks meekly, gesturing vaguely to the unoccupied area around me.

“Syona”, I say flatly. “Just refer to me as Syona, none of that royalty bullshit. And yes, you may sit. No need to ask”.

A light blush dusts her cheeks at my blunt remarks and with another modest duck of her head, she takes a seat next to me, graciously tucking the skirt of her dress beneath her thighs like the true princess she’s been raised to be.

“I brought you your shoes”, she blurts out, holding out the damn stilettos to me. “I don’t want you to walk around barefooted. You might cut your feet on the shards of glass littered around”.

Wordlessly, I accept the stilettos from her outstretched hands and dump them beside me carelessly. The blade-like heels glitter, a blatant threat to the eyes of people who aren’t associated with the Metal Kingdom. “I think the shoes themselves are sharp enough to cut, let alone glass shards”, I remark, leaning back on the palms of my hands and tilting my head back with a sigh.

At the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of Taeyeon’s genuinely concerned expression and guilt clenches me for how subconsciously snarky I’m being. Backtracking slightly, I turn to face her with an apology on my tongue but she doesn’t give me the chance to.

“Are you really okay, Syona?” She asks, her voice almost a whisper. “With the wedding, the sudden chaos and the shock of your newfound powers, I don’t think you’re as okay as you claim to be”.

My first instinctive reaction is to bare my teeth at her and unleash a feral snarl, preparing to bite her head off for acting so condescending with me. If there’s anything I utterly despise, it’s pity from other people. I loathe the pitiful glimmer in people’s eyes whenever I receive a berating from Father, I loathe the sympathetic expressions on people’s faces whenever I fuck up on the battlefield and unwillingly hand over my victory to my opponents.

In a nutshell, I hate it when others feel sorry for me. I was born and raised to be a princess, a queen. My ego is as important as my title and if outsiders crush my pride, I might as well have nothing left to call mine. I’d rather choke on my pride than swallow it.

But now, as I gaze deep into Taeyeon’s eyes, I see no ounce of pity. Zero traces of sympathy. All I see is genuine concern and pure sincerity, and I know that because I’ve never seen that particular spark in anybody else’s eyes before. I’ve grown used to eyes full of vengeance and rage, eyes full of mischief, eyes filled with the hunger to spill blood.

I’ve seen blank eyes, cold and steely eyes, predatory eyes.

But I’ve never seen eyes like Taeyeon’s.

So, my heart softens. Just a little, but it softens nonetheless. Choosing my words carefully, I say, “I am in shock, to say the least”.

She absorbs this in that quiet, demure way of hers. Then ever so slowly and tentatively, she stretches out a timid hand and places it on the small of my back. Her touch burns, although in an entirely different way from Jongdae’s sparks.

Her touch is fleeting, almost teasing as she rubs small circles against the fabric of my tattered dress. The lazy webs of electricity curling around her fingers are almost comforting, dancing across my skin in an almost seductive motion and for one frightening moment, I worry that my wings are going to sprout from my shoulder blades once more.

Nothing happens, and I relax. For a while, everything settles down and provides me with the rare opportunity to catch my breath. The world stops spinning, my worries dissolve away like snow in the sun and my heart rate slows stealthily.

Taeyeon senses the tension flooding out of me and smiles encouragingly. “You’re special, Syona”, she murmurs in that melodic voice of hers. “I can’t imagine what it’s like to be The Chosen One”.

“I’m a freak”, I shoot back in a clipped tone, emitting a sigh through pursed lips. “Always have been, always will be”.

“Why do you say that?”

“Long story”, I shrug. “A story for another time”.

Silence descends upon us but I hardly notice it. All I’m fully aware of is the sensation of her hand pressed against my back, her touch causing goosebumps to form at the nape of my neck. My senses come to life, sharpening with each passing second and within some deep, dark crevice in me, I feel a faint flicker of electricity struggling to unfurl. It strains against itself, blooming like a sprouting flower and I inhale sharply at the familiar feeling.

I’m transported back to the day when I was in the woods with Jongdae, his hands cupping my cheeks as he forced his ability into me and rendered me completely helpless and bent to his will. The electricity which replaced the blood in my veins has returned, growing and growing in the pit of my stomach and demanding to be released from the restraints of my subconscious control.

Another ability dying to escape from the confines of its cage, bleeding through my bones and setting me ablaze. Everything feels scary, lethal, dangerous. If I’m not careful, I’m liable to explode like a live wire and wreak havoc all over the land like a hurricane. The lightning pulses in me like a second heartbeat, fluctuating tauntingly in time to Taeyeon’s touch.

“Stop”, I hiss abruptly, beads of perspiration dotting my forehead.

The harsh command wasn’t directed to Taeyeon herself, but to the storm building up within me. With clenched fists, I squeeze my eyes shut in a vain attempt to block out the mutation growing in my bones but the sensation just worsens. It rings in my ears, threatening to engulf me like a tidal wave.

Then Taeyeon pulls her hand away, causing the storm in my bones to dissipate like clouds in the sky. I’m panting, my chest rising and falling rapidly as she gazes at me with concern. “What’s wrong?” She asks, moving to lay another hand on my arm. “Syona, you look-”

I flinch away from her instinctively, shaking my head. “Don’t”, I beg. “Please don’t. It hurts”.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

The memory of Jongdae’s merciless control over my entire being hits me like a slap to the face and I shiver, shrinking away from Taeyeon. Her eyes flicker with worry. “I’m so sorry, Syona. I-”

“It’s not you”, I interrupt. “It’s the lightning. I can feel it”.

Realization crosses her face and her eyes widen. “Oh? How are you feeling?”

“I’m in shock”, I admit, then wince at the unintended pun.

She stifles a grin at that, then resumes her solemn expression. “It takes some time to get accustomed to”, she explains gently. “When I was a little girl, I discovered my ability in a very terrifying manner. I was only three years old and my parents hadn’t revealed to me about the powers I possessed. That day, Jongdae and I were arguing over something which I can’t recall and he’d pulled at my hair, calling me a stupid little girl or something similar to that. I was so enraged that I’d shoved him in the chest and when that happened, purple lightning bolts literally shot straight out of my fingertips and nearly electrocuted him in the process”.

I crack a wry smile at that. “You should’ve fried his brain when that happened”.

Taeyeon emits a soft chuckle at that and the sound of it is absolutely majestic. It’s a lilting melody, tinkly and light and matching her equally soft facial features. The facial features of a true princess.

“Syona, I know that you and my brother don’t get along well”-

“Understatement of the century”, I say curtly, rolling my eyes at the mention of Kim Jongdae.

“-but truth be told, he’s…tolerable, to say the least”, she goes on as though I didn’t interrupt her.

That earns a snort on my part. “It’s comforting to know that the man I’m going to sleep with tonight is tolerable”.

We say nothing after that, opting to bask in companionable silence for the next few comforting minutes. My mind wanders once more, fear and panic setting in quicker than cement as I think about the post-wedding ‘activities’ that await me.

I picture Jongdae pinning me down with his ability, restricting my movement and maintaining control over my tongue so that I can’t even scream out in agony. I imagine the flow of electricity taking over me, replacing the Metal energy I was born and raised with. It’s a nightmare, causing my skin to crawl and the hairs on my arms to stand.

The double doors of the castle swing open on silent hinges, revealing the devil himself in his stark white suit and silver tie as he peers around with narrowed eyes, searching for something. No, someone. Me. He’s searching for me, his new wife. His property.

Once Jongdae’s stormy eyes rest on me, every instinct of mine springs into action and my lips curl into a sneer automatically upon catching a glimpse of the Lightning King. King of Exotica, but not the king of me.

“There you are”, he says flatly, making a beeline for me and Taeyeon. “Thanks for leaving me to deal with the firing squad all by myself”.

“That’s what you get when you have the king’s crown on your head”, I sniff, rising to my feet with the stilettos dangling from my grasp. “Tough, ain’t it?”

“Are Mother and Father okay?” Taeyeon hastily intervenes, scrambling to her feet as well and positioning herself between me and Jongdae like a human wall.

Jongdae turns to his sister, solemnity clouding his features as he nods. “They’re fine. Unscathed, like everybody else. The guards are clearing up the mess now”.

The Lightning siblings exchange a knowing look, understanding passing between them. Then the moment is broken as the doors burst open once more, revealing a frantic-looking Yuri with Mother and Father hot on her heels. They make a beeline for me, my cousin gathering me up in her arms and squeezing the air out of me while babbling a mile per minute.

“Baby cousin”, she gasps, “are you okay?”

A grunt leaves me as a response, and I catch Father’s eye over her shoulder. He stares back at me, a strange glint flickering through his eyes as though he doesn’t recognize me. He regards me as a total stranger, completely blank and distant. As though I’m different.

As though I’m a freak.

A lump finds its way into my throat and I have to force myself to turn away from him, shutting my heart out. The door to my family, to my old life slams shut the moment Yuri releases her death grip on me and steps back with a glaze in her eyes. She stares deep into my eyes and grabs me by the shoulders sternly, bowing her head to murmur into my ear.

“We need a long talk when you’re back”, she hisses urgently. “You’re special, Syona. You need to know that”.

“Yuri”, I blurt out under my breath, panic setting in as the seconds tick by. I’m running out of time, slowly being dragged away from my own family and I cling onto my cousin as though my life depends on it. “What’s wrong with me? What kind of mutant am I?”

She shakes her head frantically, her silver hair catching the light of the moon. “Not now”, she whispers. “We’ll talk when you get back. You have to get going now”.

Terror grips me, digging its claws into my flesh as I feel Jongdae’s fingers wrapping themselves around my arm and dragging me away from my own blood. “It’s time, Kwon Syona”, he announces without an ounce of emotion. “We’re leaving now”.

“Wait”, I gasp out, digging my bare heels into the marble flooring of the staircase desperately. “Please-”

“Now”, Jongdae repeats in a harsher tone, his fingernails digging into the skin of my upper arm and almost withdrawing blood as a result. His sparks burrow into me, throwing up a tsunami of agony through my veins and I almost emit a cry at the burning sensation, twisting my arm in his iron grip in a vain attempt to break out of his shackle of a hand.

Yuri shakes her head, mouthing words at me that only I understand. Soon. When you return home.

Just like that, Jongdae yanks me away from my family, ruthlessly shutting me out of my own past and dragging me down into hell with him. The shackles have strapped themselves on me, chaining me to the Lightning King’s side as he holds my leash before the very eyes of Exotica who have gathered on the patio of the castle to view our departure.

In their eyes, they see a King and Queen on their way to an entirely new life. They see a prosperous bound between metal and lightning, something worth celebrating. They shed joyous tears over this marriage, shouting well wishes down at us and rejoicing despite the earlier war breakout between two different types of kingdoms.

For now, they view us as hope for Exotica’s future. They see me and Jongdae as important pawns in the game the royal court is playing, they view our marriage as something wonderful.

They view this as love.

And I want nothing more than to fall to my knees in front of everybody and plead for my freedom, for my old life, for my old self. I want to pinch myself as hard as I can, praying that I’ll soon wake up from this royal nightmare. I want to open my eyes and realize that I’m curled up in my bed back in my own castle, with Yuri banging on my door and yelling at me to go downstairs for breakfast.

I don’t want this. I don’t want to be paraded in front of everybody like some sort of trophy.

No. I want to unleash the storm in me, I want to tear this fucking land to pieces like the hurricane I was raised to be. I’m more than just a trophy to be paraded around. I’m more than my pain and anguish. I am more than Kim Jongdae.

“Long live The Chosen One!” Somebody yells out, resulting in a ripple of raucous cheering and clapping amongst the crowd.

The Chosen One.

A mutant, a freak. I’m not a human being anymore. And I can’t wake up because this is not a dream. This is not a nightmare. This is fucking real.

Jongdae maintains his hold on me, gripping my arm so tightly that I can feel my circulation getting cut off as he leads me down the castle’s steps and towards an awaiting carriage which glows regal purple and frosty silver in the moonlight. Guards are assembled on either side of the carriage and upon our arrival, all of them drop to one knee with their right hands pressed to their hearts and their heads bowed respectfully.

“Long live King Jongdae and Queen Syona!” They boom in perfect harmony, the words hanging in the air like a bad odour. Our titles are revolting, disgusting. We earned these titles not because we deserved it but because we were heartlessly coerced into this godforsaken marriage.

Nobody can save me now. Nobody can rescue me from the chains this land has put on me. I am put on display for the world to see, for them to gawk at like I’m nothing more than a specimen to be examined. As soon as I set foot in the awaiting carriage, there is absolutely no turning back.

And I loathe the world for doing this to me. The loathing escalates into full-blown fury, spitting with rage in me as I dig my bare feet into the dirt of the ground and clench my fists by my sides. I will not back down so easily.

Even when I’m backed into a corner with no way of escaping, my stubborn pride sticks with me. If this world wants to watch me get carted off with a bloodthirsty Lightning King, I’ll give them a show they’ll never forget. This land is my circus and I’m the performer.

There I stand before the eyes of the world, barefooted and kitted out in a ruined wedding dress with strands of my silver hair fluttering across my face wildly. I am in ruins, but it’s a beautiful kind of ruin. I am destructive, I am deadly, I am lethal, I am queen.

The stilettos clatter to the ground as I release my grip on them and turn around to face the crowd. Exotica watches me with bated breath, eyes wide.

With the rage roiling on in me and a storm contained in my eyes, I raise my middle fingers up to the world and bask in the glory of their shock. Ripples of gasps and sharp intakes of breath reverberate through the people and with devious satisfaction, I turn my back on Exotica and climb into the carriage without looking back.

Long live Queen Syona indeed.

It’s a long journey back to the Lightning Kingdom all the way on the other end of Exotica. The ride is bumpy, the wheels of the carriage careening over small pebbles and little rocks as it crunches over the gravelled ground noisily.

Jongdae is seated across from me, arms folded across his chest as he allows his lazy gaze to rest on me intently. His blazing eyes drill holes into the side of my head as I disregard his electric presence, my attention fixated on the outside world passing by. For a brief moment, I’m tempted to fling myself out of the carriage’s small window but I hold back reluctantly. There is no escape route. Not anymore.

Perhaps there never was.

My stomach is twisted up in knots, every nerve of mine ablaze as the carriage travels across the moonlit land. With each passing second, it just brings me closer to the dreaded post-wedding ‘activities’ that await me in the castle of the Lightning Kingdom. I’m nauseous, sick with nerves as I force myself to focus on the trees passing by. Anything to take my mind off the leering king studying me with a malicious glint in his eyes and a Chesire-like grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

“You really put on a show back there”, Jongdae drawls out, making sure that every word is enunciated clearly as his gaze sweeps over my side profile.

For the first time ever since I stepped into the carriage, I turn to look at him with daggers in my own eyes. It feels like I’m precariously perched on the edge of a blade, treading on eggshells whenever I’m around him. And I hate it. I hate how I’m forced to permanently be on my guard when it comes to him, how I’m always left with no other choice but to keep my fingers crossed that he doesn’t tear me to shreds like he always threatens to.

“The world is my circus”, I say calmly, “and I am the performer. Always have been, always will be”.

Jongdae regards me with interest, amusement replacing the maliciousness in his eyes as he leans back in his seat. “The world has always been your playground, Syona”, he begins slowly. “Now it’s yours to rule, to own. How do you feel about that?”

I curl my lip in disgust. “Fucking fantastic”, I spit out venomously. “The only downside is that I have to share my glory with a Bloodbath rat like you”.

As soon as the insult leaves my lips, I want to take it back. I didn’t intend to stoop so low, to hit a raw nerve in such an unmannered way. Insults are the first sign of weakness, an indication that I’m feeling threatened by his presence and have the need to bring him down just to prove that the scale of power is tipped to my side.

It’s too late to take my sharp words back. Jongdae has caught on, taking notice of my sudden defensiveness, and he bears a predatory grin. A chuckle reverberates from him, deep and throaty, and I have to silently fight off the fear threatening to engulf me.

“Ah, but this Bloodbath rat right here wears the king’s crown now”, he sneers, lifting a perfect eyebrow and glowering down at me. “You may be a young god, Syona, but so am I. Your glory becomes mine as well, so I suggest it’s best that you learn how to keep that pretty mouth shut”.

Instinctively, I peel my lips back to reveal my gleaming white incisors and bare a feral snarl up at the man I now call a husband. “King or not, don’t let that pretty crown get to your head, Jongdae. When the time calls for it, I’ll rip you to shreds and spill your blood for the whole of Exotica to see”.

“Your words are harsh on the ears, baby girl”, he smirks. “Glory and gore go hand in hand indeed”.

The carriage grinds to an abrupt halt, bringing an end to our conversation and for that, I’m utterly relieved. Without waiting for one of the footmen to pull the door open for us, I shove my way out of the electrified carriage and stumble out on bare feet, my toes touching the dead grass of Bloodbath lands.

Guards hurry to my aid, reaching out to hold my arms but I brush them off irritably, opting to stand on my own two feet. Jongdae exits the carriage after me, his eyes darting around attentively as he searches for something I have no clue of. He turns to one of the guards sharply, the moonlight reflecting off his crown intimidatingly as he grabs the man’s arm in a death grip.

“Where are Mother and Father?” He demands, his irises glowing an electric shade of deep purple. Sparks snake around his slender fingers, dancing around the silver rings he has on and the guard shrinks away from him in terror, wincing as the king’s lightning bleeds through his skin.

“Kim Daesuk and Kim Jiyeon have stayed back in the castle of the Metal Kingdom to discuss some administrative matters with Queen Syona’s parents”, the poor guard stammers nervously, beads of perspiration dotting his forehead. “Your sister is on her way here in a carriage of her own, Your Majesty”.

Jongdae releases his grip on the guard’s arm, his purple sparks dissipating as he does so. “When will my parents be back?”

The guard bows his head timidly. “By morning, Your Majesty. You are to carry out the post-wedding activities with Queen Syona tonight, so the castle is all to yourself. With the exception of your sister’s presence, of course. She’ll be here any minute now”.

Jongdae and I exchange a look, tension bleeding through the air as we eye each other for an insufferably long time. I can feel the dull hum of electricity deep in my bones, rumbling throughout my veins and shaking me to my core, a constant reminder of my mutation. Twelve foreign powers run through my blood, begging to be set free but I keep them in the confines of their cages, burrowing them even deeper where I can’t feel them.

Not now. I’ll deal with them soon. Just not now.

Wordlessly, Jongdae takes my hand in his and leads me up the stairs to the double doors of the castle’s entrance, his fingers warm against mine. His skin prickles with his ability, biting gently into my own trembling fingertips and I can feel the lightning unfurling itself in the pit of my stomach, straining against its constraints and surging through my limbs eagerly.

The doors slam shut behind us, blotting out the outside world and I let out the breath I didn’t realize I’ve been holding in. The interior of the castle is exactly like how it was when I marched into her an entire month ago and demanded of the Lightning King and Queen for their son’s hand in marriage.

The two thrones still sit at the very end of the grand hall, albeit unoccupied now. Purple and white and silver chandeliers dangle from the domed ceiling, glittering brightly like a million tiny diamonds. The symbol of the Lightning Kingdom is engraved in all four corners of the hall, boasting its power and dominance. The walls are painted a deep and regal purple, eerily similar to the sparks curled around Jongdae’s fingers.

In a nutshell, the interior of the castle is completely cold and unfriendly, devoid of the trademark warmth of a typical family. In other words, it’s just like my own home perched on the highest hill of Exotica. Royalty lifestyles never differ from one another.

The only difference from the castle of the Metal Kingdom is that Jongdae’s home overflows with overwhelming electricity. I can feel everything in my bones and in my heart; the lightbulbs overhead, the wirings running deep into the ground, the distant pulse of an electric kettle somewhere in the kitchen. The flow of a new and foreign ability is frighteningly wonderful and on instinct, my fingers tighten around Jongdae’s hand.

He casts a surprised glance at me, then peers down at our interlocked fingers curiously. To my horrified fascination, my hand starts to glow a blinding white, crackles of electricity wrapping themselves around each finger and my wrist, blending in artfully with Jongdae’s own purple sparks.

For once, I don’t recoil or flinch from the shock of it. Instead, my newfound ability brings me a strange sort of comfort, shrouding my entire form with biting warmth. With eyes wide in awe, I numbly allow Jongdae to turn my hand over so that my palm is upright, his fingers tracing a path over the lines embedded in my skin.

Slowly but surely, the white sparks wrapped around my fingers snake together to form a small ball of crackling electricity in the centre of my palm. They dance to the rhythm of Jongdae’s moving fingers, bending to his will and I observe with awe, my hand twitching in his grasp.

“How does that feel?” He mutters, his eyes fixated on the crackling white ball and his brow furrowed in concentration as he toys with the pulse of energy lingering on my palm.

“Weird”, I admit. The hairs on my arms rise to attention as he presses the pad of his thumb against my wrist, causing an impulsive surge of lightning to zip straight up my arm like an actual electric shock.

A groan leaves my lips at the tingling sensation, prompting Jongdae to direct his attention towards my facial expression instead, his eyes searching my features for any ounce of emotion.

“Does it hurt?” He whispers, his voice dropping an octave and almost coming out as a rasp. In fact, he sounds seductive to my buzzing ears. Lust coats his words, crackling in time to his ability and I unleash a hiss subconsciously, twisting my wrist in his grasp to break free of his frazzling control over me.

“Jongdae”, I choke out, “stop”.

He eyes me for a while, pinching his lips together and finally lifting his thumb from the wrist begrudgingly. The lightning coursing through my arm disappears instantly and I exhale heavily, almost panting from the impact.

“Is that fear I see in your eyes, baby girl?” Jongdae remarks with a shit-eating smirk, taking a step towards me and closing the wide gap between us. His close proximity causes the hairs on my arms, legs and the nape of my neck to stand on end, tremors rocking my body as electrical energy oozes off him, his presence like a rhythmic pulsing beat in me.

The breath catches in my throat as I attempt to spit out a snarky comeback, and that’s when real fear grips me, digging its claws into my heart. Not a single word leaves my numb lips, my tongue glued to the roof of my mouth as Jongdae pours his ability into me, flooding my senses and restricting my movements.

His hand cups the back of my neck, pulling me into his sizzling embrace as he drags the pad of his thumb over my pursed lips teasingly. “What’s wrong?” He sneers. “Cat got your tongue, baby girl?”

It feels like I’m drowning. His control over me is suffocating, tightening around my throat and causing me to see blinding white stars beneath my eyelids. He’s turning my own newfound ability against me, tearing me apart from inside out and a scream sticks in my throat, begging to be released.

A turmoil of agony and pleasure bleeds through me, my skin crawling beneath his touch. I want to scream, to claw at Jongdae’s face with the blades of my fingernails and feel the sticky crimson liquid of his withdrawn blood on my fingertips. I want to make him suffer, I want to see him writhe and scream under my hold like how he’s doing to me right now.

And yet, I want more. I want him to pour his raging lightning into my blood and fill up every crevice of my bruised and battered soul. I want to feel alive again.

I’ve never known that lightning could be so seductive, so tempting, so addictive. He’s dragging me under the storm with him, reeling me in with every flicker and every pulse of deadly energy. It burns more than any flame out there, causing my eyes to roll back in bliss as the roar of lightning churns in me. He holds me close to his body, my hands reaching up to grab fistfuls of the front of his suit desperately and that’s when a predatory growl rips itself from my throat, echoing throughout the castle hauntingly.

The weight on my tongue has disappeared, allowing me to scream in pure ecstasy as intoxicating power flows through my blood like poison. The lights overhead flicker on and off feverishly, plunging the castle into a frenzy of flashing colours. Jongdae tightens his hold on me, pouring his drug of an ability into me relentlessly as he unleashes a raspy growl of his own.

“What are you holding back for, Syona?” He roars in my ear, almost shattering my eardrums in the process. His hand presses against the nape of my neck steadily, pushing me off the cliff’s edge and causing me to plunge into a whirlpool of blinding electricity. “Destroy everything!”

Upon his command, the lightbulbs overhead shatter into a million pieces, plunging the castle into pitch-black darkness. The energy drains itself out of me, dissipating into thin air and causing me to fall apart at the seams as I unravel effortlessly in Jongdae’s arms. My head flops against the front of his chest with exhaustion, sweat pouring into my eyes like a waterfall as I tremble in his hold, my heart racing a mile per minute.

Never before have I felt so fucking alive.

The storm in me has released itself, relieving me of its burden and I know for a fact that I’m in too deep. The taste of lightning was too seductive and I want more. I want to feel something other than cold, unfriendly metal for once. I want Jongdae to reach deep within me and pull out the tangles of electricity that have been locked away for God knows how long and put them on display for the whole goddamned world to see.

I am a storm.

“Well done”, the Lightning King murmurs in my ear, rubbing gentle circles on my back and holding me close. “You did well”.

“What the hell was that?” I breathe against his chest, inhaling so deeply that my lungs feel like they’re about to explode.

“Training”, he replies matter-of-factly. “Our kingdom has adopted this method of training for centuries. Mother and Father used to put me and Taeyeon through the exact same predicament when we were younger. It’s very effective”.

I peer up at him in disbelief. “Effective? I felt like a pot of soup left to boil for too long, you ass! How on earth was that effective?”

He catches my wrist sharply, glowering down at me. “Watch your mouth”, he snaps. “I’m not obligated to train you but I’m swallowing my pride and doing so anyway”.

“You can take your pride back and choke on it”, I snarl. “No way in hell am I going to sell my soul to you, Bloodbath rat”.

Jongdae’s death grip on my chin shuts me up instantly as he slams me back against the nearby wall, his thumbs digging into my jaw painfully. His eyes crinkle with rage, a blatant indication of the fury roiling on in him.

“Do you ever shut up?” He growls, leaning in so close that I can detect the faint scent of mint on his breath. “Do you think this is easy for me, Syona? This marriage hasn’t even started and it’s already taking a toll on me! For God’s sake, stop being such a conceited bitch and open your eyes! Dealing with your sourpuss attitude is a chore and if I were any other man out there, I would’ve slapped you fresh across your pretty little face a long time ago. Please, for fuck’s sake, please make this easier for both of us”.

“Both of us?” I repeat incredulously, visibly wincing as his fingers press themselves deeper into my jaw. “There is no ‘us’, Jongdae. It’s just you as king and me as your property. I’m not a person in anyone’s eyes anymore. So don’t act as though you know what you’re talking about, because you have no fucking idea what it’s like to be shackled down to a power-hungry bastard like you!”

“You chose to marry this power-hungry bastard!” He explodes. “So suck it up and deal with it! If you loathed me so much, why didn’t you coerce Chanyeol into marrying your stubborn ass instead?”

I swing my gaze away from his, clenching my teeth. “You have some nerve to bring up my past when you’re the one who tore me away from it”.

“Syona, shut the fuck up and listen to me”, Jongdae hisses. “In no way did I ever intend to tear you away from your old life. Even if you didn’t marry me, you’d be in the same predicament with another man. You would still be trapped, shackled down for the rest of your life”.

“I-”

“No”, Jongdae interrupts, slamming the palm of his free hand against the wall uncomfortably close to my head. “Shut up. Just shut that pretty mouth of yours before you regret it”.

A sneer peels my lips back. “Threats don’t work with me. You’re going to have-”

I’m cut off by his mouth pressed up against mine, his hands cupping themselves around my cheeks and pulling me against him. As usual, his touch finds its way beneath my skin and I lean into it hungrily, greedily reaching out for the familiar high of new and unaccustomed power. I’m completely hooked on the intoxicating pulse of lightning brewing between our heated bodies, my head falling back against the wall as Jongdae takes my lower lip in between his teeth and tugs on it roughly.

I’ve never been kissed with such intense ferociousness before. Hell, I’ve never actually had my first kiss before, let alone a ferocious one. Jongdae is a complete savage, devouring me like a starved predator and shocking me with his sparks through our connected lips. My body gladly accepts the tidal wave of foreign power, every nerve surging to life.

“Let’s get this over and done with”, Jongdae whispers gruffly, mumbling with my lower lip still caught between his teeth. “Please, for the love of God, please make this easy for me”.

I scoff through the lip-lock. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that”.

Our mouths disconnect with a ‘pop’ sound and the power surging through me dies away, leaving me with a strangely hollow feeling. Without another word, Jongdae takes me by the hand and leads me up the spiral staircase, making a beeline for his bedroom at the very end of the long hallway.

As the seconds tick by, the lump in my throat increases in size. I want nothing more than to dig my heels into the carpeted floor, cling onto the staircase railing or simply fall to my knees and scream until all thirteen powers rip themselves out of me and tear this entire castle to shreds.

I’m The Chosen One, for God’s sake. I’m capable of anything; destruction, turmoil, chaos, you name it. And yet, I’m incapable of maintaining control over my own decisions and my own life. At the end of the day, I’m nothing but a hollow shell of a soul, walking in the footsteps of the people controlling my puppet strings.

I am gold, but I am empty. I am nothing but empty gold.

My feet act on their accord, numbly trailing after Jongdae as he pushes his bedroom door open and steps in with me at his heels. As I reluctantly pass through the doorway, a sudden movement at the corner of my eye catches my attention and I turn my head a fraction, peering over the marble banister of the staircase. Taeyeon has entered the castle, her small frame lingering by the entrance as she tilts her head back to fix her gaze on my retreating form.

We blink at each other from a distance, exchanging unspoken words. In the dimness of the castle, with the silver moonlight streaming through the tinted floor-to-ceiling windows, she looks like a fallen angel. Her silhouette glows radiantly, lighting up the interior of her own home even without her ability and I feel my breath desert me.

I could remain rooted to that spot forever, just admiring every inch of Taeyeon’s pure existence but reality is slowly drawing me out of my trance, reeling me into Jongdae’s room as the door clicks shut behind me. My hand hesitantly slips from the doorknob as I turn around to face the Lightning King, my heart in my throat.

He stands before me, stoic and motionless with his hands in his pockets as his gaze travels over every inch of my face, searching for something I cannot see. Somewhere in the room, a clock ticks away, its presence like a dull heartbeat echoing in my hollow chest. Its batteries pulse deep within me, sharpening my senses and I hold it close to my heart for security. The power is an indication that I’m alive and still stealthily breathing, every cell in my body springing to life and spurring courage to whir through me like a storm.

Utilizing that courage, I lift my head to meet Jongdae’s eye. He’s standing a few feet away from me, completely motionless like a wax figurine and I’m at a loss of how to proceed. I’m an expert on the battlefield, well-trained and fully skilled in spilling the blood of my opponents, greedily chasing for victories to call my own and crowing over the defeat of my battle partners. I can deflect the most lethal of abilities with a simple steel shield, run for miles on my strong little legs without breaking a sweat and wreak havoc all over the training fields. I can cut people with nothing but my words, take on kings and queens of different kingdoms without batting an eyelid and claim the ruling queen’s crown and throne as my own with mere verbal threats and a poisonous sneer. I can start a storm all by myself.

But even the most violent hurricanes die down eventually, and Kim Jongdae’s bedroom is where I let my destructive nature wither away into nothing. I’m a complete amateur here, completely out of my league and thrown into the deep end of the swimming pool. Here, I’m nothing but a meek little girl at the mercy of a king. I have no title. I have no power.

The only thing I have left is fear.

Fear is poison. Fear suppresses me, keeps me shackled down, forces me into the submissive female Exotica wants me to be. I don’t want that.

I don’t want to be her. I don’t want to be the Syona who kneels at her husband’s feet and is willing to roll over and give herself up to him entirely. Syona wasn’t raised that way. Syona was raised to rule and dominate, raised to stand on her own two feet without allowing anyone to tear her down.

Kwon Syona was raised to crush her own fear, and crush her own fear is exactly what she does.

My bare feet float across the cool marble floor, closing the gap between Jongdae and I. Without hesitation, I lunge upwards on my tiptoes and press my mouth to his, my fingers gripping a fistful of his ebony hair. His hands rest on my hips accordingly, pulling me closer to him until our bodies become one, metal and lightning merging together to form a beautiful disaster.

He tastes like mint and stings of electricity, setting my mouth on fire as his tongue darts out and pushes against mine, both of us indulging in a battle for oral dominance. I can feel the sparks exploding on his tongue, crackling against the steel of my tongue stud teasingly and I growl into the kiss, latching onto his lower lip with my teeth and tugging on it harshly.

Jongdae chuckles breathlessly, smiling against my mouth. “Easy, tiger”, he murmurs. “We’ve got plenty of time”.

“I’m way too sober for this”, I mutter, releasing my hold on his lower lip.

“The royal court should’ve provided us with a guided manual on how to carry out this post-wedding crap”, he remarks, albeit still grinning like a Chesire cat. His hands drift up from my hips, lazily cradling my face in his burning palms as he rests his forehead against mine and gazes into my eyes. “But we’ll find a way”, he whispers, his words dripping with blatant lust. “Kings and queens always know what to do”.

I say nothing, allowing him to lead me over to the king-sized bed positioned at the very end of the room by the floor-to-ceiling window. The curtains are pulled back, providing us with a breath-taking view of the entire grey sparse of land and from my position, I can see my own home perched on the highest hill, glimmering a beautiful silver in the glowing moonlight. The rest of the kingdoms splay out below us, the boundary running through the land as sharp as a blade and segregating the Peace and Bloodbath Kingdoms.

Everything below us is insignificant, small enough for me to crush beneath my own two feet and that little thought startles me. This entire grey land is mine to rule, every single kingdom dancing in the palm of my hand as proven by the queen’s crown on my head. Exotica belongs to nobody but me and Jongdae now. Not our parents, but us.

Us. We are young gods, free to conjure up a storm if we desire to do so and wreak havoc all over the land with nothing but the abilities running in our blood. Metal and lightning are lethal when pitted against each other on the battlefield but when combined, they are more powerful than any other ability out there.

The palms of my hands press up against the glass pane longingly, reaching out towards the land which now belongs to us. From behind me, Jongdae entwines his arms around my waist and pulls me close to him, his chin resting on my shoulder as he follows my spellbound gaze. His presence is like a weight, his body heat like an electrically charged blanket wrapping itself around my form protectively.

For once, I don’t push him away. I don’t drive my elbow back into his face indignantly or make a snarky remark. I don’t even move, the breath caught in my throat as he presses his mouth against the side of my neck, his tongue lapping over the sensitive skin and leaving behind a trail of sparks. The tattoo etched into my collarbone burns, prickling in time to his kisses.

My heart slams in my chest, my eyelids drifting shut and my lips parting in pure bliss as the Lightning King turns me around and presses me against the glass of the windowpane. His mouth reattaches to mine, so naturally that the breath is knocked out of me as my hands automatically drift up to his face, my fingers brushing gently against lightning-charged skin.

As I drag Jongdae down to my height for a better angle to deepen the kiss, my tongue pushes against his stubbornly, the cold steel of my tongue stud teasing the interior of his wet cavern. A raspy moan withdraws itself from him, reverberating through me as the physical evidence of his lust and need presses against my inner thigh.

I don’t know what’s happening. I’ve never been intimate with anybody in my entire life, let alone with a young man I barely know. Jongdae’s body is as foreign to me as mine is to him but as much as I want to hold back, I’m also internally dying to explore every inch of his forbidden Bloodbath skin. I want to have a taste of the forbidden fruit, I want to know what a vile creature like him feels and tastes like.

A storm is building up within me, propelling me to claw at his suit jacket and yank it off his shoulders, leaving him in his neatly-pressed button-down shirt. In response, he tightens his grip on my hips and swings us both around so that we topple over onto the soft and inviting mattress of his awaiting bed. Silk sheets rub against my burning skin, crumpling beneath us as we grapple at each other’s body like wild animals.

Jongdae manages to get his hands on the zipper at the back of my dress, yanking it down so harshly that I hear the soft material rip slightly. With the air of a predator, he strips me off the wedding gown and discards of it carelessly, leaving me lying beneath him in nothing but my undergarments. Panting hard, he hovers over me and allows his wild gaze to rake itself all over me like a starved man, the lightning flashing in his eyes. The moonlight illuminates his long and lean form, making him look like a god. A young god with everything in the palm of his hand.

The symbol of the Metal Kingdom glows against the skin of his collarbone, showcasing my claim on him. As much as his kingdom has put their shackles on me, I’ve done the exact same to him, chaining him down to my side and claiming him as mine. A Bloodbath creature is all mine. We own each other, two young gods walking hand in hand through the chaotic land of Exotica.

My hands reach up to him, slicing through the thin material of his button-down shirt with the glinting blades of my fingernails and leaving it in torn shreds scattered all over the silk sheets. I watch with devious satisfaction as he scowls down at me, his eyes flashing with annoyance. “That shirt was probably more expensive than your entire kingdom”, he complains bitterly.

“Wrong. My kingdom is priceless”, I sneer. “Just like me”.

Jongdae peels his lips back in a malicious grin, trailing a lazy hand over my bare stomach teasingly and sending little jolts of electricity through my skin. “A conceited bitch is what you are, baby girl”.

“You married this conceited bitch”, I retort, catching his hand in mine and pushing myself up into an upright position so that our lips are only inches apart from each other. My arms entwine themselves around his neck, pulling him closer so that our bodies connect once more, the bare skin of his chest hot against mine.

He feels like a live wire, liable to explode at any given second and I’m relishing every moment of his sparks. I am unable to get close enough to him, unable to get enough of his electricity. I want to relieve the drug all over again, to feel his ability raging through my veins until I’m crippled over and shedding tears of painful pleasure.

I want to feel Jongdae in me.

It’s obvious that the feeling is mutual, judging by the way his crackling fingertips dance over the skin of my thighs and creep up towards the hem of my underwear, hooking his thumbs around it and dragging it down to my ankles. Cool air tickles at my chasm of a womanhood, strangely intrusive and I tense in his hold, the blades of my fingernails digging into the bare skin of his back instinctively.

He emits a hiss of agony, crimson spots of blood surfacing through the torn skin and glittering in the moonlight. To me, they look utterly delicious and inviting, the gashes of abused skin a satisfying sight to my wild eyes.

“Go easy on me”, Jongdae hisses through clenched teeth, visibly wincing at the stinging pain bleeding through his back. “Keep your claws to yourself”.

I scowl, reluctantly adhering to his command and observing with an ache in my chest as my blades disappear into thin air, my own fingernails replacing them. I can’t even remember the last time I had normal fingernails; I’ve never had a need for them in the first place, opting to replace them with my beloved steel blades. That way, it makes it easier for me to claw someone in the face if they piss me off.

“What now?” I ask blankly, searching his face for a clue on how to proceed.

Jongdae stares back at me, a peculiar shade of red dusting his cheekbones. It’s almost hilarious to watch how flustered he’s grown, his forehead crinkling in confusion. “I’m going to have to stretch you open first”.

“What?” I say intelligently.

He holds up his fingers, purple sparks snaking around them and dissipating into thin air. “In other words, I’m going to fuck you with my fingers. So spread your legs”. That trademark shit-eating smirk has crept its way up onto his face again and I can tell that he’s attempting to stifle the laughter building up within him.

I narrow my eyes, glaring daggers at him and the smirk drops immediately, replaced with a sheepish expression. “Look”, he mumbles, “I’m not an expert in this. But… just trust me, okay?”

“What do you mean?” I say stiffly. “Haven’t you done this before?”

He just looks at me blankly. “No”, he responds evenly. “What gave you the idea that I have?”

I say nothing, just swinging my gaze away from his as I spread my legs a little wider for him, providing him with the perfect view of my gaping womanhood. The breath hitches in his throat as his eyes fixate themselves on my folds, the air crackling with his radiating energy.

As though he’s spellbound, he reaches forward and tentatively presses the pad of his thumb against my clit, withdrawing a choked gasp on my part. The physical contact sends a jolt through my tensed form, my hips bucking up against his hesitating hand. Slightly encouraged, Jongdae makes a move to rub against my clit in tight little circles, his gaze never straying from me as he studies every inch of my face.

I’m caught in a daze, my body leaning in to his touch eagerly and desperately craving for more of his electricity. The hurricane in me rumbles on as Jongdae builds up his courage to slip one of his slender fingers in between my damp folds, blinking up at me wryly as he does so.

“How does that feel?” He whispers almost teasingly, despite the thread of doubt in his words.

My folds react accordingly, clenching down on his digit hungrily. “Good”, I mumble, digging my bare fingernails into the torn skin of his back. “Keep going”.

He adheres to my command, adding a second finger alongside the first one and pumping them gently. Crude, wet noises fill the entire room and I’m unable to hold back the wanton moan that tumbles from my lips like a waterfall. To say that I’m overwhelmed would be an understatement; I’m thrown into a completely different dimension, the world blurring before my eyes at the foreign sensation spreading through my soaking womanhood.

A third finger is gradually added, stretching me past my limit and my moans escalate to throaty growls, my hips moving in time to the rhythm of Jongdae’s enthusiastic fingers. His eyes glow a haunted shade of purple in the darkness of the room, showcasing the storm building up in his irises as he finger-fucks me to paradise.

It’s obvious that he’s just as unsure and tentative as I am, taking baby steps towards our end goal. The sparks dancing around his fingers shoot straight through me, setting me on passionate fire and he furrows his brows in deep concentration, trying to hold himself back from electrocuting me. I couldn’t care less though; he could fry my nerves to pieces and I would still cling onto him, too high on his power to let go.

Heat pools in the pit of my stomach, gradually twisting into a knot and threatening to explode. Jongdae adds a fourth finger, pumping them energetically while running the pad of his thumb over my throbbing clit and I bite down on his shoulder to muffle the lewd noises leaving my mouth as thick and sweet as honey.

“Syona”, he rasps, “are you okay?”

To my ears, he sounds frightened. Fear and doubt cloud his words, a faraway cry from his trademark cocky tone whenever we converse with each other in broad daylight. The Jongdae I’m sharing a bed with now is a stranger, a hesitant and scared stranger and nothing like the sneering Lightning King who was waiting for me at the end of the aisle earlier this evening.

This is not the Lightning Prince who attempted to spill my blood on the battlefield. This is not the savage, bloodthirsty prince who rained deadly lightning bolts down on me back on Bloodbath lands and tried to electrocute me inside out, causing agony to bleed through my skin until I saw nothing but stars beneath my eyelids.

No. The man holding me in his arms right now is just Kim Jongdae. Jongdae without the title, without the king’s crown, without the sneer, without the cocky arrogance.

On the battlefield, Kwon Syona and Kim Jongdae were star-crossed opponents from two completely different kingdoms and ways of battling. While I fought to prove the worth of my own kingdom and to step out of my comfort zone, he fought to kill and destroy. On the battlefield, we were savages. We were brash, bold and animalistic, wreaking havoc all around us like two uncontrollable cyclones of metallic electricity. We were forces to be reckoned with, destined to rule the land with our raging nature.

But here in bed, we’re lost souls. We’re out of our leagues, two teenagers who suppress our fears and doubts in the darkest depths of ourselves. We’re curious, exploring each other’s bodies in such a raw and intimate manner, fumbling around clumsily in the dark.

Previously, I was revolted at the thought of sharing a bed with him. Now, I’m left with no other choice but to bask in the intoxicating power he possesses, my body longing for the sensation of something foreign.

“Syona?” Jongdae’s fingers freeze in between my folds as he waits for a response. My womanhood silently protests in dismay, aching to be filled up.

My eyelids flutter open and I turn my head so that my cheek is resting against his shoulder, my drowsy gaze fixated on the Metal Kingdom’s symbol seared into his collarbone. It has yet to glow, still waiting for the time to awaken upon Jongdae’s climax.

“Fuck me”, I demand.

“Excuse me?”

“Did I fucking stutter, Jongdae?” I raise my head to level my gaze with his earnestly, my eyes unblinking. “Fuck me. Fuck me to kingdom come and let’s get this over and done with”.

He wastes no time in withdrawing his soaked fingers from my womanhood, leaving me feeling strangely hollow and proceeds to strip himself of his pants, discarding of them carelessly. In the silvery light of the moon, his cock stands proud and erect, a bemusing sight to my virgin eyes.

It’s strange, just sitting there on a foreign bed and staring at an equally foreign physical feature. Shout out to Mother and Father for never educating me about sex ever since I was born. Some fucking queen I am.

“How on earth is that going to fit in me?” I can’t help remarking, curling my lip. “It’s bigger than your ego”.

He scoffs at my dismissiveness, shooting me a miffed look. “Do you think superglue works on mouths like yours?”

“Don’t push your luck”.

A grin ghosts his lips at that and he chuckles, moving to gently push me back against the mattress. I lie splayed out on the silk sheets, staring up at him as grips onto my hips. “Lighten up, baby girl”. His grin widens at his own pun and I groan in exasperation.

“Hurry up, asshole”.

“And the conceited bitch returns once again”.

Chuckling at my dagger-like glare, Jongdae steadies himself over me by digging his fingernails into my hip bones, his blazing eyes trailing over my face. “Try not to scream too loudly”, he drawls out smugly. “I don’t want to wake the kingdom next door”.

He knows me too well by now to give me the chance to bite out a snarky comeback. As soon as I part my lips to spit out some colourful words, he sucks back a breath and proceeds to push his length in between my gaping folds, a low grunt building up at the back of his throat.

The words die on my tongue, replaced with a breathy gasp as Jongdae eases his length into me, brow furrowed in concentration. His facial features twitch in anticipation, his hands slipping from my hips clumsily and nervously and if I weren’t in such an erotic position, I would snort at his flustered expression.

My arms entwine themselves around his neck, pulling him down against me and steadying his trembling body. He exhales heavily against the tattoo etched into my collarbone, his breath hot on my skin and my tongue darts out to lap at his earlobe teasingly, the cold steel of my tongue stud grazing against the side of his face.

“You suck at this”, I mumble into his ear. “Some king you are”.

Jongdae shuts me up immediately by bucking his hips forward, his cock pushing its way deeper into me and my back arches at the sudden intrusion, my folds clenching down on his length greedily. Again, I’m plunged into an entirely different world, my mind spiralling into pure bliss as he builds up an intoxicating rhythm with his hips.

“Do you have anything else to say, baby girl?” He rasps down at me, words laced with sin. “Or do I have to fuck the sass out of you?”

My nails claw at his bare back, leaving behind angry red marks in the abused skin as he drives himself into me repetitively, the crude and slick noises of his cock sliding in and out of my folds intensifying with every thrust.

His name falls from my tongue like honey, sweet and thick and heavy. It’s like a symphony to his ears, spurring him on to build me up to my climax. His lightning stutters through my veins, fluctuating accordingly to his heartbeat and an animalistic growl claws its way out of my throat, my body drowning in the drug-like bliss of the king’s ability.

The moment his tip brushes against my sweet spot, the storm in me roars even louder. A whirlpool of heat churns in the pit of my stomach, curling up into a tight knot and complimenting the hurricane filling up every inch of my being.

Jongdae is clumsy, desperate. Greedy. His hands hover all over me, unsure of how to handle my convulsing body beneath him and truth be told, I have no idea either. I’m lost at sea, too far gone. Nobody can reel me out of the chaos now.

I’m living and breathing electricity, sparks, lightning and sex, aware of nothing else but Jongdae’s blazing presence and his nervous hands drifting all over my quivering form. He growls out my name repetitively but his voice is dim, faraway. It’s like I’m sitting at the bottom of the swimming pool and drowning my thoughts out, causing other irrelevant noises to grow muffled.

My hands fall from Jongdae’s back, dropping down to the sheets and fisting at them as he rams himself into me with every ounce of his electrical energy. I’m a live wire in his arms, a fuse about to blow at any given second.

“Jongdae”, I choke out, “lightning. Please”.

He’s dazed, drunk on his own bliss as he grapples at me with clumsy passion. “Y-You want more?” He stutters, beads of perspiration dripping from his forehead and rolling down his face.

I nod feverishly and that’s all it takes for a sharp electric current to surge through me, cutting through my bones like little knives. His lightning seduces me to a whole new mind-blowing level and with one final thrust against my pulsing sweet spot, I unleash a war cry that consists of his name.

Just like that, the hurricane in my bones screams along with me, propelling me to explode all over his length and the silk sheets. The lightning in me hurls me into a purple-filled world, sparks bursting before my very eyes as my body gives itself over to my orgasm. The tattoo on my collarbone jump-starts itself, radiating a beautiful purple glow and instantly sealing my marriage and fate with Kim Jongdae.

Jongdae follows soon after, his hands digging into my skin as he chases after his own orgasm. My name drips from his lips crudely, the pace of his hips slackening as he unravels in me. White strings of his release spurt into my aching folds, filling me up with a sort of warmth I’ve never experienced in my entire life.

Triggered by his climax, the tattoo etched into his own collarbone bursts into a silver glow, blending in artfully with the purple glow of my own. The hum of electricity still rings in my ears, evidence of the earlier power coursing through my blood and I exhale heavily, too drained to even think straight.

This is it. We’ve done it.

The glow of our tattoos symbolizes our eternal bond to each other, pretty shackles for the whole of Exotica to see. We’re the young gods of this land, running this whole freak show with the kingdoms beneath us and hanging on to our every word.

I want to stare into Jongdae’s eyes and memorize the lightning flashing through them, capturing the memory and storing it away into the deepest and darkest depths of my mind.

I want to run over to the window, press my nose against the glass and gaze down at the grey sparse of land spread out beneath us. I want to yell up at the full moon, cursing the royal court for everything they’ve coerced me into.

I never want to see the queen’s crown ever again.

And just like that, I pass out in the arms of a Lightning King I’ll never grow to love.