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what am I to do with all this sorrow
#post#acutely feeling the weight of all this wasted TIME#and here I am in the dark of my room again and always and forever#like I never even left it#this grief is so unproductive#but the only word pain knows is âendureâ and so thatâs the extent of my vocabulary#this is not the mindset I want to bring to the operating table unless itâs guaranteed to end when they put me under
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over again
ft. leon kennedy x fem!reader
cw: 18+ content, dark content, heavy dub-con, forced ddlg, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, fingering, p in v, creampie, mentions of past drugging, daddy kink, lots of pet names
a/n: took me forever n ever to write this ahhh sorry :/ hope you all enjoy it !! feedback always appreciated !! hopefully the writers block will finally perish.
word count: 1.6k words
14 weeks. 98 days. 2352 hours.
Leon leaves the house at 7.30 am every morning, except for Sundays. From Monday to Thursday, he's home around 6 pm. On Fridays, he isn't home until around 9 pm. Saturdays are the worst because he's home just after lunch.
Usually, when he comes home, he goes to the bedroom and unlocks the door to let you out. He threads his hand in your leash to take you upstairs, giving you a kiss on your forehead as he takes you to the kitchen to eat a meal. He gives you your food on a pink, plastic princess plate with plastic cutlery, and cuts the food into bite size pieces. More often than not, he hand feeds you.
You don't fight it. You'd learned your lesson. You refused food from him once. For 2 out of your 14 weeks locked up in his home, he'd underfed you to the point of starvation until you were begging him to feed you. He sat you in his lap, cooing all sweet as you chewed and swallowed every mouthful he'd given you. That day was the first day he slept with you.
It wasn't all bad. He was sweet. Gentle. If you closed your eyes, you could pretend he was a loving boyfriend. Someone who cared for you, not the creep who'd snatched you from the street after you had a few too many drinks at your friend's party, promising you a better life, safe from the world.
But he isn't sweet, or nice, or kind. He didn't do this for you, despite what his twisted brain tells him. You can pretend all you want that he's something other than what he is, but it doesn't change what he is. A monster.
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
âWhere's my little princess?â Leon's asking as soon as he walks into the house, kicking his shoes off and hanging his jacket up at the door. You recently got free reign of the home for being on your best behaviour. Didn't even have to keep the leash attached to your collar anymore. Lucky you.
âHere, daddy.â You say meekly, poking your head out of the living room to approach him, fiddling awkwardly with the edge of your shirt. Head down, so he doesn't have to see the defeated expression on your face as you force out the words, swallowing thickly to hold back your tears.
âYou have a good day, sweetheart? You do any coloring in those cute little books I got you?â Leon's hands come up to your cheeks, gently stroking his thumbs back and forth across your cheekbones. You shake your head, gritting your teeth to stop yourself from saying something.
âNo? Why not, baby? You don't like them? I got the one with lots of kitties. Pretty girls like you like cute things, don't they?â He coos, squishing your cheeks in his hands to make your lips all pouty so he can lean down and give them a little kiss, letting out a loud âmwahâ as soon as his lips make contact.
âYou eat at least? I left some food in a lunchbox for you.â You shake your head again, and this time it seems to elicit a worse reaction. His brows furrow, and his hand grips your face even tighter. âNo? Silly baby⊠can't do anything without daddy, can you? Come on. Daddy'll feed you, cutie.â
He heats up some food for you and puts it on a plate. The pink, plastic princess plate. He sits you on his lap and feeds it to you from a fork. Pink, plastic fork. The routine is the same, no matter how much you wish for it to change. When you finish eating, he presses a tender kiss to your head and rocks you in his arms.
âSuch a good girl. Good girls get rewarded, princess.â He murmurs, pressing soft kisses against the skin of your neck, trailing them up until he's nosing at the hair behind your ear. His hand slides up your thigh and under your skirt, his thumb swiping your swollen bud through the already damp fabric. It didn't matter if you didn't want it. Your body didn't seem to understand what was happening - all it knew was Leon made you feel good. You hated how compliant you got when he touched you, how any thoughts of defiance melted away.
You go limp when he touches you. Docile. You let him do what he wants to you, just like a good girl should. Back-talking daddy is a big no-no. He wrote that in big writing on the rule list that's pinned to the fridge. Escape didn't use to seem impossible, yet now the thought never even crossed your mind. You'd tried, but he kept a tight lock on you. You wouldn't be surprised to find out one of the many injections he gave you when you were unruly had a tracker in. He always seemed to know exactly where you were.
You whimper as he dips his hand under the waistband of your panties. He parts your puffy lips with practiced ease as he continues on with the next part of his routine. 98 days later and he's mapped every inch of your body perfectly - found out everything that has you keening under his touch. Your hips buck as he runs his fingertip between your folds, gathering slick before rubbing small circles into your clit.
âPoor, dumb baby. She's soaking me already. You couldn't make yourself feel good when daddy was gone, huh, sweetheart?â His words are followed up by a finger burying itself in your tight heat, curling to find that gummy spot that has you clenching around him and bucking your hips. âPretty princess cunt's been drooling for me all day.â
A choked sob leaves you when he pulls his cock out and sits you on top of it. He pulls you down until he's buried to the hilt, groaning as you tighten around his length. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, peppering it with tiny little kisses. You can't help but cry whenever Leon fucks you. 98 days later and you still sob whenever he bullies your cervix with his dick. No matter how many times he makes you cum or makes you go dumb on his cock, it doesn't change anything. He took everything from you - your family, your friends, your job.
You hated yourself more than Leon. For letting him break your walls down. For clinging to him as he tightens his grip on your waist, manhandling you on his cock, lifting you up and down. For finding yourself missing him when he's at work.
âLoveâŠlove you, daddyâŠâ Your words come out more like a cry, nose all runny and cheeks wet with tears as he fucks up into you, his head shifting to hang back in pleasure. His fingers dig into your waist as he hears the words, a breathy laugh leaving him as he smiles - all toothy and bright like it always is when you say that.
âLove you even more, princess.â He grunts out, leaning back on the seat to force himself deeper into your pussy, guiding your hips back and forth so you're grinding his cock inside of you, rubbing your pretty clit against his happy trail. You gasp at the sensation, your hands gripping into his shoulders as your brows furrow in pleasure.
âDaddy⊠daddyâŠâ You gasp out as your orgasm hits, your lips parting as you gush all over him. The look on your face as you cum is enough to have his balls tighten, his teeth gritting as he starts to shallowly thrust into you once more, chasing his own release. You always cry when you cum, and Leon always kisses the tears away when you do, his lips pressing against the wetness on your cheeks repeatedly. Another part of the ritual, another moment repeating day after day.
âWant daddy to fill you up, sweet girl?â He grunts, nipping at your neck as he wraps his arms tight around your waist in a bear hug, holding you steady as he fucks up into your drippy cunt. âGonna warm you up right in that cute lilâ tummy.â
His hips stutter as his orgasm hits him, his jaw going slack as he presses the tip of his cock right up against your cervix, filling you to the brim with his sticky cum. He slides a hand under your shirt, his thumb rubbing gentle circles into the skin of your tummy.
âThat's it. Keep it all in, okay? Daddy doesn't want to see his little angel spill a single drop.â He says softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. He holds you there for a couple of minutes, cradling you against his chest until it's time to go to sleep.
Before bed that night, Leon ushers you into the bathroom. Like every night before this one, he gently grips your jaw with one hand as he stands behind you, his other hand gripping your pink princess toothbrush as he brushes your teeth, his eyes locked onto you through the mirror. At bedtime, he tucks you in and curls up behind you, spooning you with one hand on one of your tits, and the other wrapped tightly around your waist.
Tomorrow is a Friday. He wakes you up at 6.30 am with a kiss to your head as always, a warm cup of milk in one hand and your breakfast in the other. He feeds you off of a pink, plastic princess plate and presses a kiss to your lips before leaving at 7.30 am on the dot.
#leon s kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy smut#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x you#leon s kennedy x you#resident evil x you#resident evil x reader#resident evil smut#tw dark content
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Beautiful Liar (Teaser)
pairing;Â kim mingyu x f!reader
genre; smut (minor dni), toxic, angst, dark content, fluff
summary;Â Kim Mingyu's life has always been complicated, but you just add another layer. At least he is a beautiful liar.
dark content/content warnings; mafia au, murder, guns (used/sold/bought), cops, gun dealer!mingyu, mafia boss!jun (shut up), second in command/drug dealer!minghao, lawyer!wonwoo, blood, fighting/beating, drugs mentioned, smoking (cigarettes), alcohol, alludes to alcoholism, depression/anxiety, toxic relationships, commitment issues -- best friends sister to lover, bosses sister to lover, jun's sister!reader, soonyoung, dino (chan), vernon as side characters, names eunseok and haneul used (have no connection to riize and kiof), crying, food and drink as always, mentions being sick, doctor!reader, medical terminology and medical procedure/wound described -- as always i'm certain i have missed something. if there is anything glaring send me an ask.
smut warnings; dom!mingyu, mean dom!mingyu, brat!reader, unprotected sex, rough sex, pulling out, creampie, cum on skin, cum play, cumming untouched, cumming in pants, fingering, oral (f receiving), handjob, edging/orgasm denial, degradation, pet names/degrading names, praise, impact play, pussy slapping, biting, crying from pleasure, dacryphilia, aftercare. as stated above, i am sure there is something i am forgetting. send an ask if it is glaring. Â
w/c; 25.6k and some change (2.8k extra words for patreon bonus) [2.2k this teaser]
beautiful liar - monsta x
a/n; thank you to my @junkissed for proofreading for me once again, i love you forever. i hope you all enjoy this one. i missed my boy so much and i wanted to expand a bit on gyu from shut up. give him a bit of life. its not the end of some of these characters, but we will see where they pop up in the future.
this fic will be released 8/15 at 3 pm est to read it now subscribe to my patreon and click here
Glancing around the large living room, Mingyu glances towards you as you drop your bag onto the sofa before moving towards the floor to ceiling windows. He knew he really didnât have to do much more for you. Yes, Jun had told him to keep you entertained, but he had done the first part. He had gotten you from the airport to the penthouse. The bar was going to open soon.Â
Biting at his lip, Mingyu takes his phone from his jacket pocket and checks his messages when you glance back to look at him in the hallway, your luggage on either side of him. You could see his brows furrowed even from across the room. He had seemed so tense the entire drive from the airport and you could barely get him to open up to you. He was like a puzzle that you were dying to solve.Â
âTalking to your girlfriend?âÂ
Your words pull Mingyu out of his haze as he reads Minghaoâs text and back into the present with you. Lifting his brow, Mingyu scoffs but quickly clears his throat before shaking his head and sending a quick text back to Minghao. "No, I donât have one. I was just letting Minghao know I had you here. Seeing if he wanted me at the lounâat work.âÂ
You watch as Mingyu quickly changes his wording and clears his throat once again. Stepping closer to the middle of the room, you can see the way he swallows hard and you know itâs because heâs trying to hide something from you. Smirking, you nod and gesture towards your bags before pointing towards another hallway. Mingyuâs eyes follow your hand before finding your eyes once again when you speak, some teasing in your voice. "Well, before you leave me for my brotherâs shady bar, can you put my stuff in my room?âÂ
Mingyu feels his stomach in his throat as you mention the bar and start to walk towards the bedrooms. Groaning, he closes his eyes, feeling his phone go off in his hand, finding himself unwilling to look at it right away as he listens to your high heels click against the floor.Â
So you knew about the lounge. Jun had told him you were a respectable woman. Mingyu had done his own research. Respectable was putting it simply. You were a doctor and where Jun might have lined his familyâs pockets in his own way, you were like a beacon of joy for them, with your face in scientific journals and standing in front of hospitals with sick children. The lounge was so far away from who you were.Â
Looking around the master bedroom, you nod before glancing back towards the door when Mingyu moves into the doorframe, only to stop and clear his throat as if asking for permission. He was not only breathtakingly handsome, but one of the most adorable men you had ever seen. You knew he worked for your brother in some capacity and in his less than desirable business adventure, but you couldnât imagine it right now. Mingyu did not seem like the type of man to work for your brother. Then again, at one point in your life, you said the same about Minghao.Â
âYou can come into the room, Mingyu. What did my brother say to you to make you so afraid of me?â You smile, a small laugh in your words, as you take a step backwards to sit on the end of the bed as Mingyu puffs up his cheeks.Â
Pushing your suitcases into the room, Mingyu looks down at you on the bed and he feels the image being burned into his brain as he tries not to imagine you lying back on it as heâsighingâshakes his head and lifts his hand to run his fingers through his hair. âHe told me to take care of you. Entertain you while he was gone, but he also told me to behave... in not so many words.âÂ
Biting at your lip, you laugh once again, lifting your leg to cross it over the other, feeling Mingyuâs eyes drop to your legs before he has to force himself to look away, pulling out his phone once again to check his messages. âBehave, huh? And what does that mean? Are you bad, usually?âÂ
Feeling heat rising in his neck, Mingyu swallows hard, not only at the text messages from Minghao but also at your words. What were you trying to do? You were obviously testing him. You were teasing him. He should run for the hills and a cold shower.Â
Laughing, Mingyu focuses on his phone, sending one last text to Minghao, pressing send harder than necessary as you watch him closely. âWho are you texting, Mingyu? Still talking to Minghao? I might start to get jealous. I thought you were supposed to entertain me.âÂ
Glancing at you over his phone, Mingyu sees the smirk on your lips. You were causing some intense feelings for him. He was afraid of you for so many reasons already. You were bad for his job and his friendships. You were a brat and he could tell you were having fun, seeming to know that he wasnât going anywhere.Â
Minghao: Donât need you tonight. Jun wants you to get some shit and guard Y/NÂ
Mingyu: You gotta be kidding me.
Minghao: I donât need to remind you, but I will, because sheâs like my sister tooÂ
Minghao: Keep your dick in your pantsÂ
Mingyu: Iâm not an animal
Minghao: Yes, you are. Donât let anything happen to herÂ
Minghao: Understand me?Â
Mingyu: I understand!Â
Giving you a strained smile as he shoves his phone into his pocket, Mingyu takes a step back from you and lifts his shoulders with a deep breath. âWhich room is mine?âÂ
You had already known that Mingyu was going to be assigned to be security for you until your brother got back, even if you had told Jun and Minghao that you didnât need a babysitter. At the time when you said it, you hadnât known who Mingyu was or how much fun it might be. Now you are happy to have company.Â
Smiling, you slide off the bed and up to your feet, glancing around your room with a teasing smile as Mingyu lets out a breath, afraid of what you are implying. Stepping past him, you glance up at him, letting your fingers trail over his hand before moving to the door. âFollow me.âÂ
Mingyuâs skin felt like it was on fire where your fingers had brushed over his. He was being stupid with just a small touch, but god, you were driving him crazy. You knew exactly what you were doing; it was going to take everything in him to keep some professionalism about him during this. He was already counting down the days, hours, and minutes until Jun would be back and this job would be over.Â
Following behind you, Mingyu lets his eyes move down your back and over your ass before he glances off to the side when you make a quick right turn into the room right beside yours and nod. Glancing over your shoulder at Mingyu, you lift your hands to do a quick eye to hand measurement of his height before doing the same for the bed and making an unsure sound. âYou might fit, big boy.âÂ
Unable to stop the scoff before it starts to leave his mouth, Mingyu walks past you into the room and looks at the bed. It wasnât a small bed, and he wasnât that big. Meeting your eyes, Mingyu watches you smirk at him before you glance around the rest of the room and pout your lips at him. âYou didnât bring anything with you? Maybe I could take a ride with you and stretch my legs while you pack a bag.âÂ
You knew he didnât have anything else with him. Clearly, he hadnât been planning on staying, but you seemed to have known he was going to be sticking around before he did. Sighing, Mingyu scratches at his eyebrow before gesturing towards the door and giving you a strained smile. You could tell you were wearing him down. You wanted to crack him. Get to the real Kim Mingyu, not this professional mask he was wearing for the sake of your brother.Â
Mingyu hadnât expected you to follow him up into his apartment, so when you did, he could feel the heat rising in his neck and face. His apartment was nothing compared to the penthouse you were staying in or the penthouse that Jun owned. All Mingyu had was a one bedroom, one bathroom apartment in a decent part of town and he kept it pretty clean. Thank god.Â
âUh, Iâll be quick. Justââ You watch as Mingyu hurries past you into his living room to swipe a gun from his coffee table, a few bullets hitting the floor as he curses under his breath, leaning down to pick them up. âMake yourself at home, I guess.â Glancing over his shoulder at you, Mingyu pushes the bullets into the magazine in his hand before pushing the magazine into the pistol and hearing it click.Â
Your brows were raised and you were watching him curiously. He hadnât planned for you to be in his space. He had been cleaning one of his guns the night before, well before the bottle of jack, but normally people werenât inside his apartment. Especially people who looked like you and were decent, normal people.Â
Following Mingyu with your eyes, you watch as he leaves the door crack, probably to listen to in the other room as he grabs a bag and starts to fill it with various things. You werenât surprised that he had a gun and it didnât bother you; in fact, it made him even sexier somehow. You felt a bit safer around him knowing that he was armed, especially if he was supposed to be taking care of you.Â
Looking over the books on his shelves, you tilt your head and smile at the titles. They werenât what you would expect someone like Kim Mingyu to have. As that thought crosses your mind, you think to yourself that it isnât fair of you to think that. You didnât know him well enough to judge his reading habits or intelligence. You just hadnât expected to see The Count of Monte Cristo sitting on his shelf with the binding broken as if it had been read several times.Â
Pulling the book out, you hold it delicately in your hands as you flip through, reading over the wordsâsome you remember, others that you hadnât forgotten, having not read it in so long. What makes you smile are the notes in the margins in the same chicken scratch that you had seen your name written in at the airport.Â
Grabbing a few things from his bathroom, Mingyu zips up his bag and checks his pistol before sliding it into the holster under his jacket. You were quiet in the other room and that was making him nervous. He had tried to be quick while packing, but he had no idea what to bring, so he went simple and only took what he needed.Â
Turning the corner into his living room, Mingyu stops in his tracks, seeing you standing in front of his bookshelf with one of his books in your hands. You were gorgeous in the evening light pouring in from the decently large windows he had been blessed with, and you had the prettiest smile on your lips as you ran your fingers over the margins of the book. He could already tell what book you were looking at before even getting closer. It was his favorite, but that was probably easy to see, which is probably why you picked it up. It was obviously the most well loved book on the entire shelf.Â
âAll human wisdom is contained in these two wordsâWait and hope.â You read the quote from the book that Mingyu had re-written at the top of the page before glancing up at him as he watches you carefully. Closing the book, you slide it back into his place and take a breath before offering him a smile. âAre you a tortured soul, Kim Mingyu?âÂ
Laughing into a scoff, Mingyu adjusts his bag on his shoulder and shakes his head. âI just enjoy the idea of revenge being fulfilled, I think.â Mingyu watches you nod and take a few steps closer to him, the air feeling thicker as he tries to take a breath only to get a deep breath of your perfume.Â
âAnd it has nothing to do with the love story attached to it? That isnât why youâve read that book so many times that the pages are falling out.â Mingyuâs eyes fall to your lips as you speak and he has to force himself to look back up to your eyes before pulling his gaze away from you and towards the window with the golden light.Â
âItâs just a story.â You think to yourself as you hear the words come out of Mingyuâs mouthâwhat a beautiful liar he is.
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Stars all aligned - Chapter 14
Summary:
If there was one thing that both Azriel and Zahra Archeron had in common, it was that they were both very good at blending into the background.
They just never thought that their family were going to be the ones who never saw them at all.
Warning:
I'll keep the warnings, even though there is no outright mention in this part: Bashing of like...every IC member? Especially the Archeron Sisters, discussion of chronic pain, discussion of Infertility, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Underage Prostitution, Underage Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Accidental Baby Procurement
If any of this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable, please, take care of your own mental health and don't read it.
(Lovely dividers thanks to @sweetmelodygraphics)
âI want to go home,â Zahra said softly, Azalea slumbering safely between them. His mate, his wife⊠she was subtly golden glowing that morning, looking like the sun incarnate.
It was more obvious nowâŠor maybe he just saw it more than he had before. Or maybe it was because Zahra was happy. Content.Â
âAre you sure, sunshine?â He asked her softly, his thumb tracing her cheek. âThere is no need to rush.âÂ
There wasnât.Â
He was willing to take all the time in the world right here in Rosehall with the two of them. And maybe a part of himâŠa part of him was hoping for some more time before the insanity of their family was going to descend on them.Â
Azriel didnât believe for one moment that that was over already.Â
âI want her to come home to the cottage,â Zahra said softly. âThough weâll need to figure out some way toâŠextend it maybe?âÂ
They had talked about it before in passing, comments about adding an office⊠but now they would be adding a nursery. And maybe other rooms as well when they were already at it.
Azriel could feel the warmth of his mateâs body against his, their daughter sleeping peacefully between them. He was acutely aware of her golden glow, of her scent, of the press of her hand against his chest. The knowledge that this female, this beautiful, strong, incredible person, was bound to him for eternity was a heady joy. A light in the darkness.
He pressed a soft kiss to Zahraâs forehead, his wings curling around them again.
"Of course, Sunshine," he murmured against her skin. "Weâll return home."
Whatever she wanted.Â
Her request was so simple, and yet he understood the importance of it entirely. The cottage was home, yes, but more importantly it was part of their story. Their story together. Their lives with their daughter.Â
âYour sisters wonât be patient forever,â he warned Zahra nontheless.
It wouldnât be pretty. He knew that. She knew that too.Â
Zahra looked at him, fierce green eyes meeting his.
âI donât care,â she murmured, her gaze steady and unwavering. âI am not going to hide. I am not going to wait because they donât like me or the choices I made. I donât care, Azriel,â she told him flatly.Â
Her fingers brushed against his cheek, her touch gentle yet firm. âAzalea is my priority. You are my priority. Iâll deal with my sisters if I must,â she told him, her voice soft yet filled wth conviction.Â
Azriel had thought it was impossible to love her more than he already did, but with every look, every word, she proved him wrong.
He couldn't imagine a life without her, without their daughter. He couldn't imagine living without Zahra by his side.
He had found his mate, his love, his everything.
"We belong together," he whispered, his voice full of love and promise.
"Always."
His lips found hers, his hands gently cupping her face as he kissed her.
Her lips were warm and soft against his, and he could feel the love radiating from her.
He wanted to stay in this moment forever. With the beautiful woman he loved more than anything, their daughter nestled between them.
The rest of the world could wait.
All that mattered was this. This moment.
His fingers trailed over her face, tracing the curve of her lips, the line of her jaw.
She was his. And he was hers.
Nothing could ever take that away. Nothing could ever come between them.
Azriel would fight for her, and for their daughter, until the end of time.
She pulled back, resting her forehead against his.Â
"Besides, I can't ignore them forever," Zahra said quietly.
Azriel chuckled softly against her lips, his hand moving to cup her face gently.
"You could try," he replied softly, a teasing edge to his voice.
He traced her lower lip with his thumb, his gaze locked on hers.
"You should be able to. They owe you at least all the time you want," he told her softly.
Zahra sighed.
"They don't owe me anything," she disagreed quietly.
Azriel frowned at that, his brows furrowing slightly.
He had hoped that she wouldn't say something like that.
He knew that she felt like she didn't deserve anything, that she wasn't owed anything. But it was so untrue.
She deserved everything.
"ZahraâŠ" he began softly, but she cut him off before he could say anything else.
"Stop," she said firmly, her hands gripping his shirt tightly.
She was too gentle. Too kind.
But he knew he couldn't force her to see it the way he did.
He would do anything to protect her, their daughter. Even if it meant accepting her forgiveness of the people who had done her so wrong.
It didn't mean he had to like it though.Â
He pressed another kiss to Zahra's lips, his hand moving to trace down her spine.
He wanted to protect her, to keep her close and shield her from all that was wrong in the world.
But he also knew that Zahra was strong, that she had the strength to make her own decisions.
Even if he didn't necessarily agree with them.Â
"You're too damn forgiving," he murmured softly against her lips, his voice husky with emotion.
His hands curled around her body, pulling her close, his lips never leaving hers.
He held her tightly, his body enveloped her in a tight embrace.
âI am not,â Zahra disagreed. âBut quite frankly, I would rather not spent my energy on them when I could spent it on Azalea.â
Azriel nodded in agreement, his body still wrapped around her.
He understood her reasoning. It was better to focus on what truly mattered. Their daughter.
"You're right," he murmured against her hair, his wings twitching in agreement. "She is our priority," he said, his voice firm. "Nothing else matters."
Not even his own anger at his family. All that mattered was his wife and daughter.Â
He leaned back slightly to look at her, his hands running over her back in soft circles.
"I love you," he said softly.
It was a plain truth. Something he felt was worth repeating as often as possible. He knew she was aware of his love for her, but it would never hurt to remind her.Â
Azalea let out a little noise then, her small hand fisting in Azriel's shirt.
Both of their gazes went to their daughter, their eyes filled with affection. She looked small and so innocent, wrapped up in their embrace.
"There you are, sweetheart," Azriel murmured, a soft smile on his lips.
He let his hand brush over their daughter's head, a feeling of warmth spreading through his chest.
"Just like her mother."
Zahra chuckled softly at the compliment, her eyes twinkling.
"Flattery will get you everywhere, Shadowsinger," she teased, her voice low. She leaned in, pressing a kiss to Azriel's cheek. "You're lucky you're so good at it."
She winked at him slyly, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and he couldnât help but laugh.Â
There wasnât much to pack up. The things Zahra had brought, the chest that houses the few pieces of clothing Esmeray had made for Azalea⊠Which prompted the shadows curling themselves around his wings, May we go shopping, Master?
Azriel paused at the question, his brows rising in surprise. He should have expected it.Â
They were an extension of him. The desire to shop for their daughter was simply reflection of his own desire to spoil the little girl. Of course, the shadows would want to buy things for their daughter, he thought. It was quite natural for them to want to provide anything and everything to his child.
"They want to go shopping?" Zahra asked him with some amusement and he realised that they must have spoken loud enough for her to hear. He just shrugged. "Let them," she said easily. "And if you want to buy some furniture, be my guest."
He leaned down to press a kiss to Zahra's cheek, his hand coming up to her chin to tilt her face to him. "Thank you for understanding," he murmured softly.
"Maybe they'll find a crib for her," Zahra said drily. "I feel like a horrible mother already."
Azriel frowned at that, his brows knotting together. He didn't like her saying that.
She should never feel that way. Ever.
"You're not a horrible mother, sunshine," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "You're a wonderful mother. Our daughter is happy and healthy. That's what matters."
He reached up to cup her face, his thumb tracing over her cheek. "You're doing everything you can for her. And that's all anyone could ever ask for."
Zahra gave him a hesitant smile. "I never want her to feel as alone as I did," she said softly.
Azriel's expression softened at Zahra's words, his heart aching at the thought of her feeling so alone. He'd do everything in his power to make sure she never felt that way again.
"Of course not," he said, his voice soft and full of love. "Our daughter is never going to feel alone. She's going to be surrounded by so much love. From us, from our family. She's going to grow up knowing that she is loved. That we would fight to the ends of the world for her.â He pulled her closer in his arms, his wings wrapping around them. "I promise you," he whispered in her ear, his breath warm against her neck. "Our daughter will never feel the way you did. She will be safe and loved. We'll make sure of it. "
The sound of Azalea's soft whimper interrupted any further conversation between them.
"I think she wants something too," Azriel observed with a chuckle, looking at their daughter.
The little girl looked up at them with clear demand in her eyes, her tiny hands reaching out to them.
"Seems like she wants us to pay attention to her," Zahra said with a smile, her expression filled with adoration as she looked down at their daughter.
"Always so demanding, it seems," he quipped with a warm smile.
He reached down to pick up Azalea, holding her gently in his arms.
âLetâs go home,â he said softly.
They promised his mother that they would come to visit soon, and then it was simply a question of him wrapping his wife and daughter into his shadows and winnowing them home to their little cottage.
The world around them shifted and blurred, a surge of darkness and weightlessness as the shadows swirled around them.
And then they were there, standing in the middle of the living room in their cottage.
The shadows had been busy already, Azriel reflected drily. They must have started before even asking for permission.Â
Zahra gave a shocked laugh, as she saw the bookcases lining one wall of the living room.
The cottage, which had once contained little more than the basics, was now filled with furniture and decorations. A new sofa, that somehow managed to compliment the horrible ugly armchair, and new curtains adorned the main room, along with several of Azalea's new toys and baby supplies.
"This isâŠa lot," Zahra muttered, looking around their home with wide eyes.
Azriel couldn't help a small, proud smile from forming on his lips. "Did you expect anything less?" he drawled, his voice laced with amusement.
He hadnât. There was a touch of pride in his gaze at the sight of his mate and daughter in their home.
He shifted their daughter in his arms, the baby's weight a comforting presence against him.
"Are you complaining about how our daughter's needs are being met?" Azriel teased, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of Zahra's hair from her face.
Zahra huffed in response to Azriel's teasing, but there was a smile on her face.Â
"Of course not," she said with feigned indignation. Zahra wrapped her arms around him and their daughter, her eyes twinkling with humor. "I'm simply astounded by your ability to spoil me and our daughter so thoroughly."
Azriel chuckled, pulling her closer to him, his wings enveloping them both.
"It's not spoiling if it's deserved," he replied, his voice low and husky as his lips brushed against her neck.
A proper bed was in the bedroom now, big enough for them to share, even if Azalea slept with them, which Azriel thought was quite likely.
Zahra stole Azalea who looked around wide eyed and showed her the kitchen her soft voice carrying through the room.
Azriel just watched.
He was filled with a sense of contentment as he watched them together, his chest filing with warmth
The sight of his wife and daughter exploring their new homeâŠhe couldn't imagine a life better than this, a family more perfect than what he had.
Rhys? he reached out carefully. We are home.
As Azriel reached out through their link, Rhysâ voice filtered into his mind.
You're home? Everything alright?
The concern in his voice was plain, his tone laced with worry, his surprise palpable.
Everything's fine, Azriel reassured him quickly, his answer swift. The last thing he wanted was for Rhys to be concerned or worried. We're alright. No need to panic. Zahra wanted to bring Azalea home.
Zahra wants to bring her home? Rhys echoed through their mental connection, bewilderment evident in his voice.
Yes, she wanted her home, Azriel affirmed, his voice calm and steady.
He could sense Rhysâ trepidation though, the question in his mind before he even asked it.
A question that they both knew the answer to.
I doubt we'll be able to keep her sisters away for much longer, Rhys warned him quietly.
Azriel's lips pressed into a thin line at Rhys's words, a wave of irritation rising in him.
He knew that. But that didn't meant that Azriel was a fan of it.
If they upset my wife or my daughter, I won't stand for it, he growled.
He knew Rhys could sense his anger through their mental connection, the protectiveness he felt for Zahra and Azalea.
For a moment it was quiet. Then...Your wife? Rhys demanded. Azriel?!
Azriel sighed, realizing that Rhys had picked up on his unintentional slip. He hadn't meant to reveal the truth just yet, but it seemed that he had inadvertently done just that.
Yes, my wife, he admitted softly.
You got married and didn't tell me?! Rhys's voice thundered across their minds in clear surprise and shock.
His reaction was predictable, but Azriel could hear the hint of offence in his voice.
You should shut up, we didn't know about you and feyre either, he shot back.
That's different, was Rhys's only response through the link, his voice almost whining.
Azriel rolled his eyes; Rhys was the High Lord of the Night Court, the most powerful being in their world, and yet he was sulking like a child.
We just wanted something small, just for us, Azriel answered with a mental shrug.
I probably shouldn't even be surprised, Rhys said with a sigh.
We didn't want Azalea to be a bastard, Azriel offered with some amusement.
Rhysâ sigh sounded through the link again before his brother replied through the mental connection.
So you are just being responsible. Thatâs a first, Rhys teased though his mind, Cassian will insist on throwing you a party, he warned.Â
Azriel rolled his eyes again; he could already imagine the glee in Cassian's eyes when he found out.
His brother would be relentless.
Let him try, he shot back. He won't get past the shadows.
Rhys laughed aloud at that, the sound echoing through their mental connection.
You underestimate his determination. You know there will be a party, whether you like it or not, Rhys insisted, his tone laced with amusement.
***
Zahra looked around the cottage as she held their daughter in her arms, her eyes taking in the sight of the new furniture and decorations.
There was a new bed, a rocking chair, and toys and supplies for their baby all over the cottage.
âYou really went all out,â she said aloud.
But she loved it. She loved all of it.
The cottage had been hers since she won it in that stupid card game...but now...now it was a proper home. Their home. Home for Zahra and her family, for her mate and her daughter. Nothing that she thought she would ever have.
Nothing that she would ever want to lose.
She watched as Azriel settled onto the horrible armchair, his large form taking up the space. He spread his wings out behind him, the sight of them making the space look even smaller. He patted his lap, a clear invitation.
She understood the silent gesture and moved over to him, taking a seat on his lap, their baby on her lap.
Azriel's arms encircled them both, holding them close as he wrapped his wings around them, enveloping them in his warmth.
He dropped a kiss on top of her head, his breathing slow and steady, his heartbeat calm and comforting.
She let her head rest against his chest as his hand moved to stroke Azalea's head.Â
"I told Rhys about the wedding," he said softly.
Zahra chuckled at that, leaning her head back to look at him.
âHow did he take it?â her eyes were filled with curiosity.
Azriel chuckled as well, his fingers gently stroking along her leg, his touch warm and comforting.
âAs well as you could expect,â he replied, his voice filled with amusement. âHe was shocked and offended that we didnât tell him or invite him to the wedding. His ego may never recover.â
Zahra just snorted. "It was perfect," she disagreed. "Just us." Just the way she liked it.
The shadows swarmed around them at that, playing with her hair and Azalea squealed as she reached out for one swirling tendril. It held still for her, letting pudgy baby hands grip at it and wove through her fingers excitedly.
Azriel chuckled at the sight their daughter's interaction with his shadows.
"She likes them, huh?" Azriel observed, his voice filled with humour.
Zahra watched as Azalea's pudgy baby hands gripped at the tendril, her wide eyes watching it intently. She couldnât help but giggle at the look of intense concentration on Azaleaâs face.Â
Another tendril unceremoniously dumped a velvet jewellery box on Zahra's lap at that moment. Like a silent We need to do everything around here!
Zahra's eyebrows rose as the box appeared in her lap, her gaze moving from the box to Azriel.
"And what is this?" she asked, the corner of her lips twitching as she tried not to laugh.
"Open it and find out," Azriel said drily.
Zahra chuckled and rolled her eyes, but her fingers lifted the lid off the box anyway.
She couldn't help her curiosity. As she looked inside, her eyebrows lifted again. "Oh," she breathed, her eyes widening as she took in the contents.
Two matching gold wedding bands laid there in the velvet. Simple. Unassuming.
She had never loved any piece of jewellery more, as she lifted the bigger one to slide it over Azriel's ring finger.
Azriel watched silently as she put the ring on his finger, his expression tender and soft.
And as she moved to put her own ring on, his hand stopped her.
"No," he said firmly, his voice low and demanding. She looked at him, surprised by his denial. "Why?" she protested, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Azriel gave her a sly smile as he took the smaller ring from her hands, his fingers gently caressing her skin.
"Because thatâs my job,â he said simply.
Zahra's breath caught in her throat at his words, the intensity in his voice making her heart race. She swallowed, her eyes darting between the ring and his face. "Is that so?" she replied, the words coming out huskier than sheâd intended.
Azriel's lips curled into a smirk as he heard the change in her voice. His grip on her hand tightened as he brought her fingers up to his lips, his eyes darkened further as he kissed them softly.
He took the ring then in his free hand, holding it between them. "It is," he answered firmly. "I am your husband."
Her lips parted in surprise at his demand, a flutter of anticipation in her chest. Azriel's eyes remained focused on hers, his gaze burning with a possessiveness that should have scared her.
Instead, all it did was make her want him more.
Her mind went blank as he gently picked up her ring finger and, with a single fluid movement, eased the gold wedding band over it.
Zahraâs heart skipped a beat when he slid the ring onto her finger, his touch lingering on her hand for a moment longer than necessary.
He held up her hand and turned it gently, studying the ring on her finger with an expression of satisfaction.
"It looks good on you," he said, his voice low and rough. His gaze flicked up to hers, his eyes almost glittering.
Azalea took that moment to yawn. Zahra couldnât help but coo slightly. Azalea's little yawn caught Azriel's attention, and his gaze immediately moved to the baby in her lap. His lips curled into a soft smile at the sight of her.
"Someone's sleepy," he said, his voice filled with affection.
He reached out his hand to run it over her soft hair, watching as the baby's eyes fluttered closed.
âLetâs lay her down for a nap and Iâll tell Violet that we are back home,â Zahra said softly. And probably ask her forâŠwell. They needed to figure out the childcare situation after all. No more 10 hours days hunched over her kitchen table..but then she had made quite the dent in the accounts of a few decades already.Â
Azriel nodded, his eyes still fixed on their sleeping daughter.
"Yeah, that's a good idea," he agreed, his voice soft. "I'll take her."
He stood up, carefully picking up Azalea in his arms. The baby shifted slightly, but then settled back into a deep, peaceful sleep against his chest.
Zahra had not expected for Violet to show up at her front door 3 hours later, out of breath and shoving a gift bag into Zahraâs arms. âThe next time you get a baby, I need a forewarning!â Violet declared. Zahra couldnât help laughing heartily, her eyes glittering in amusement.
Violetâs declaration and the breathlessness in her voice were priceless. She took the gift from her friendâs hands. âYou want to meet her?â Zahra teased, her voice filled with affection.
Violet, still huffing and catching her breath, gave her a mock glare. "You really are not funny," she said in an irritated tone.
But despite her irritation, there was a small hint of a smile on her lips. Zahra could see the affection in her eyes.
âOf course I do!â Violet said brightly.
Zahra opened the door wide.
As Violet entered the cottage, her eyes immediately went to Azalea and Azriel, who were sitting on the floor, engrossed in their game.
She watched as Azriel carefully played with their daughter, his big hands surprisingly gentle and tender.
The sight was nothing less than heart melting.
âOh, sheâs adorable,â Violet cooed. Zahra chuckled, the corners of her eyes crinkling in amusement.
She had never expected her friend to swoon like an enamored girl.
âShe is, isnât she?â Zahra agreed with a smile, her heart swelling with maternal pride.
Violet moved further into the room, her eyes still fixed on Azalea as she stepped closer to them.
Zahra watched as the baby giggled happily, her tiny hand reaching out to grab Azriel's fingers.
Zahra could see the tender look in Azriel's eyes as he played with their daughter, his expression filled with love and adoration. And then Azalea spied Violet and started at her wide eyed, dark eyes fixed on the purple wings sprouting from Violetâs back.
She stared at them intently, her expression filled with fascination and awe.
Azriel chuckled at his daughter's reaction, his hand gently stroking her head.
"Seems like sheâs quite interested in your wings," he commented, his eyes sparkling in amusement.
He watched as Azalea reached out a small hand toward Violet, her tiny fingers grasping for the shimmering wings.
Violet couldn't help but smile at the baby's interest.
She bent down slightly, bringing her wings closer to Azalea, giving her a better view.
Zahra chuckled at the scene before her.
"Yeah, sheâs like a moth drawn to a flame," she joked.
Azaleaâs small hand grabbed onto Violetâs wing, her grasp surprisingly firm for such a small baby.
She tugged at the wing gently, clearly curious about the strange appendage.
Violet winced slightly at the unexpected grip but laughed, not seeming bothered by it.
Azriel shook his head, amused by the scene unfolding before him.
"Careful, she's surprisingly strong for being so small," he warned, a fond smile on his face.
Violet just laughed. âGods, sheâs adorable,â she gushes. âYes, you are!â She cooed at Azalea.
Azalea beamed at the attention, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Her tiny hand released its grip on Violet's wing and she clapped her hands together, as if applauding the compliment.
Zahra chuckled at her daughter's reaction. "She likes you," she observed.
âClearly,â Violet agreed, her smile growing wider. âShe has impeccable taste.âÂ
She reached out a finger, gently tickling Azalea's stomach, prompting the baby to giggle and squirm.
Zahra watched the exchange between her baby and her best friend, her heart swelling with happiness.
"I think she has a talent for endearing herself to everyone," Azriel added, his voice filled with pride.
He watched as Violet continued to interact with their daughter, her hand moving from Azalea's stomach to her tiny hands, which clutched at Violet's finger.
"Must get that from her mother," Violet teased, giving Zahra a playful wink.
Zahra snorted in response, rolling her eyes but unable to contain the smile on her face.
"Oh, please. I donât see you being immune to her either," she shot back.
Violet laughed out loud at that, admitting defeat with a shrug. "TouchĂ©. Your babyâs too cute for her own good."
She turned her attention back to Azalea, her eyes sparkling with playfulness.
Azalea responded gleefully to the attention, her wide eyes fixed on Violet, her attention unwavering as if she couldnât get enough of her. She cooed and babbled, her hands continuing to grasp at Violetâs finger.
Azriel chuckled at the interaction, enjoying the way his daughter was so enthralled by his mate's friend.
He exchanged a glance with Zahra, his smile mirroring hers.
Zahra couldnât help but feel a sense of contentment. Seeing her daughter enjoying herself and being showered by adoration was a sight she could get used to.
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Obliviate Me
â©â§âË Obliviate â to forget [Latin] â©â§âË
Author: bvidzsoo
Pairing: dark!Park Seonghwa x female reader
â©â§âË Warning: smut, addiction, ptsd, mentions of war, violence, fights â©â§âË Word count: 27.6k â©â§âË Rating: nsfw â©â§âË Genre: Harry Potter!au, set in the forties/Grindelwald's time, lovers to enemies!au, tragic love!au â©â§âË Summary: â©â§âË Grindelwald's reign holds everyone under terror, and you decide you want to join the right side and put an end to it. But the stars seem to refuse to align for you and your lover as you find yourselves on opposing teams. Will your love prevail, or will you succumb to the darkness? â©â§âË
A/N: My lovelies, I...I am bawling my eyes out ngl, I can't believe I wrote this. Bring a box of tissues with you before you sit down reading, I am already forever sorry if I cause anyone any heartache<3 I have proofread this, but it's past 1am and you might still find mistakes, so I'm sorry about that! There's little time jumps in here, so for a quick clarification, after each divider you'll find them back in the current time (which is still in the forties!). I probably had a lot more things to say, but I forgot and I'm sleepy, so I'll settle for this much: there are probably some inaccuracies to the Harry Potter canon events as I took some creative liberty so yeah, keep that in mind when reading; also Mingi and MC aren't related, they just share the same surname! I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into this oneshot y'all (as into everything I write LOL), so I hope you enjoy! I appreciate all of your thoughts, so please leave feedback, I love reading them!<3 (special shotout to @hwasbbyg because somehow I always have you in mind when I'm writing something Seonghwa related <3) divider
           Times were dire, both in the Wizarding World and the Muggle World. Supremist leaders with atrocious views unleashed attack after attack upon innocent civilians, creating more destruction than victory. My heart broke daily reading the newspaper, both the muggle and wizard one. It made my blood boil that two men, so different yet similar upon closer view, would play God and decide what was wrong and right. Who was pure and who deserved to suffer. Nobody was perfect, nobody will ever be. I couldnât just sit idly at home and be the housewife many women dreamed of becoming after graduating. I wanted to make a name for myself, I wished to become strong enough to save the innocent, to take their side and advocate for those who were too scared or weak to do so for themselves. That is why upon graduating from Hogwarts, I became an Auror. The training was harsh and demanding, but it wasnât anything I wasnât ready to bear if it meant it would lead to saving millions of lives. I was sick of all the spilled blood and wailing on the streets, I wished to see peace and serenity, to go to bed without the fear of never waking up again. Four years have passed since I have left the confines of Hogwarts, since I was forced to face the horrors of the outside world, to fend for myself, and to become someone. It was hard and terrifying, but for once, I felt complete. I felt happy with where I stood in my life, I was proud of who I had become. And I knew that as long as Grindelwald isnât stopped, I shall not rest even for a second.
The auditorium was small in size and stuffed, the benches placed in a circular shape around a platform that had a table sitting on it and a chair. It was deep down on the second level, far away from the Aurorâs offices, hidden between the womenâs and menâs restrooms. The auditorium wasnât meant to be easily found and it was only used when a situation had turned dire, when an emergency meeting just had to be called. I had chosen to sit towards the back of the auditorium, closer to the exit as the air felt stale and warm inside the stuffed room, at least thirty aurors squeezed together towards the front of the room. My throat felt parched and my palms were sweaty as I had them placed in front of me, leveling my breaths as Theseus Scamander, the Head of the Auror Office, stood tall on the platform, a forlorn look on his face. Anyone who had picked up the newspaper earlier this morning mustâve seen the devastating news of the destruction caused to the small and welcoming wizarding village, Apoâs Nook. There was nothing left of it, just the ashes of ghosts that would haunt the land and the smoking foundations of destroyed homes that would never flourish again.
I felt a lump in my throat as Theseus sighed long and loud, eyes surveying the auditorium. It was deadly silent in here, everyone was either too mad or sad to say anything. The time was barely nine in the morning and we knew we had a long day ahead of us. This meeting was a top-secret one, whatever was said inside this auditorium would be never allowed to leave the confines of these walls. Only the best of the best aurors were called in, no doubt for a mission that would be challenging both physically and mentally. It wouldnât be my first special mission, yet I couldnât help but feel dread for what was to come. A tiny voice in the back of my head tried to whisper warnings this morning while I was getting ready to come to work, my gut twisting nauseatingly and making me more restless than I usually was. Something would happen here today that I wouldnât like, and I couldnât do anything about it.
âGood morning, aurors.â Theseusâ voice rang loudly in the quiet room and I gulped, feeling sweat collect on my nape, under my hair. I didnât want to get rid of my jacket, finding the warmth it provided comforting, but I was sweating too much. Careful, not to make any sound, I wrestled out of the satin fabric and placed it onto the table in front of me. My dress was thick to protect me from the merciless winter, and it reached just below my ankles as the front had a V-cut that stopped just above the valley of my breasts, âI assume you all know by now why youâve been called here.â
There was a collective murmur of confirmation to Theseusâ question and I gulped, patting my forehead free of any perspiration, âWhat occurred in the early hours of todayâs morning isâterrible and unforgivable.â
I couldnât help but let my eyes run over the aurors as Theseusâ voice shook with raw emotion. He was just as affected by the news as everyone else in the room. I fiddled with my fingers as my eyes finally fell on a familiar person, the tiniest smile slipping onto my lips. It brought little comfort and assurance to see my former professor in a place where I was surrounded by fearless warriors who were mere strangers to me, but would soon become my trusted companions. The only other two aurors that I did become friends with throughout the four years of working here were Song Mingi and Jeong Yunho, partners in missions and other aspects of life, and I havenât seen them in over a month now. They were alive, and as safe as possible, but they were far away from our home, in a land colder and far scarier than what London was at the moment. They were close to the German border, spying on Grindelwaldâs men having infiltrated themselves amongst them. They were our precious informants, their jobs far more dangerous than ours at the moment. I couldnât help but pray every night to a God that listened, that the two people I started cherishing in such a short time would return to me in one piece and alive.
âGrindelwald has destroyed another village,â Theseusâ words snapped me out of my thoughts as Professor Dumbledore turned his head, gaze finding mine, âwizards and witches were killed once again because they refused to join his dark cause. This cannot go on anymore, I wonât allow it.â
Professor Dumbledore bowed his head slightly in a nonverbal greeting before he turned his head, looking at Theseus with an unreadable expression on his face. I gulped and subconsciously reached for the pocket of my coat, feeling around for the plastic holder in the shape of a tube.
âI was given full permission to construct a team that will directly take out Grindelwaldâs men until heâs left with nothing, until heâs alone and powerless.â Theseus leered, face contorted into fury, âI shall task you with bringing down these disgraces one by one, dead or alive, I do not care as long they cannot help Grindelwald anymore.â
My fingers tightened around the plastic, my head turning when I saw a man stand up with a heavy-looking folder in his hands approach Theseus, âWe have gathered all the information we could about Grindelwaldâs most important wizards and witches, they are our main target. I want you all to look at these photographs closely, commit them to memory as each one of you will be handed one to capture and bring forth to the court.â
I watched from the back of the auditorium as the man opened the folder and placed it down on a table in the front row, starting to hand out photograph after photograph. Knowing that I sat way too far in the back, I rose to my feet and swiftly took the plastic bottle from my pocket, slipping it between my breasts so that nobody would see it. Pushing my hands behind my back, I walked down a few stairs until I reached the row that had more wizards sitting in it, grabbing a photograph that wasnât being looked at yet. The picture was in black and white, but the face of the witch was clear. Something in my stomach coiled as I recognized her being my peer at Hogwarts, just a year above myself, and a Slytherin like I had been too. The man sitting next to me looked at me with a questioning gaze, and I passed him the photograph as he handed me another one, this one of an older wizard who had a cunning look in his eyes as he held a cigar between his teeth. Something was unsettling about his gaze as I leaned against the side of the table, passing it along as another then another photograph passed through my grasp as I committed their faces to memory. Some of these pictures seemed to have been taken recently, right at Apoâs Nook before it went up in flames. My jaw clenched as the witch in the next photograph was grinning widely as if she was taunting us, and I accidentally passed it to the man next to me a bit too harshly as he gave me a concerned look. I ignored him and took a deep breath, fingers itching to hold onto the plastic bottle hidden between my breasts. The news this morning had been too shocking, and I had no choice but to take two pills instead of one. It wasnât healthy, but I did force my breakfast down my throat in hopes that it wouldnât make me feel ill if I doubled the dose.
The next photograph that was passed to me was flipped upside down, and I sighed as I braced myself for another unfamiliar face to commit to memory, except that when I flipped it, my whole body froze, blood going cold. I tried to gulp, but I couldnât due to the lump in my throat. My lungs contracted, and I desperately tried not to gasp as my fingers dug into the fragile paper and I fought the urge to rip the photograph into shreds. I knew this would happen sooner than later, but I realized how completely unprepared I was for it. The wizard in the photograph was smiling widely, the photo not recent at all, his round eyes turning upwards at the corners, his front teeth on full display. His hair had been freshly cut before the photograph was taken, yet it still fell in his eyes as he failed to style itâhe was talented at many things, yet he never quite learned how to tame his wild hair. I could feel my hands start to shake the longer I stared at the face of my first love, my heart beating so fast my ears started to ring. I struggled to breathe and I knew I was turning pale as my lips parted, a quiet gasp leaving through them. It was enough to alert the man sitting next to me as I felt his eyes on me, but my body couldnât react to anything as I crumbled up the photograph, throwing it far away from myself. I heard my name being called and words that sounded like they were asking if I was alright, but my vision had started turning black from the lack of oxygen. The room was too small, too stuffy, too warm; I couldnât breathe.
Hands still shaking, I gripped my dress and lifted it above my ankles as I abruptly turned around, eyes settling on the exit desperately as I felt my feet take me up the stairs, running as I extended my hand way before I have reached the door to grab the handle. My heart was in my throat and the ringing in my ears was as loud as a kettleâs whistle, and I yanked the door open with all the force I could muster up due to the tremor of my whole body. The air of the hallway hit me hard, making me gasp loudly as I slammed the door shut behind me, feeling tears prick at my dry eyes as I flung myself forward, hands cushioning my crash as I flew into the wall in front of me, forehead banging against it. I needed it, I needed something painful to shake me out of my borderline psychotic state. I couldnât take another pill so soon, I really just shouldnât. I bit my lower lip as I struggled to take deep breaths, the tremors of my body worsening as my hands curled into fists, forcing me to close my eyes. The ringing in my ears had started to subside, but my heart was still beating way too fast and my throat was too dry. I really couldnât take another pill just yet; however, my right hand was reaching for the bottle without wasting another second as I uncapped it and grabbed two pills out of it, throwing them back as my eyebrows furrowed, struggling to gulp them down at once.
I stood desperately waiting for the downers to kick in, the thumping of my head subsiding as the ringing of my ears went away completely, the tremors of my body remaining, however. I felt my muscles trying to relax, not even having noticed how tense they had become, and I gulped as I turned around to press my back against the wall, groaning as my head fell back. My throat had started hurting, the pills having scrapped it, but I couldnât care less as my frantic heartbeat had finally started slowing down. I heard the door of the auditorium open, and my eyes opened as I watched my former professor approach me with a concerned look on his face. He held a plastic cup that he extended towards me, and I took it eagerly, downing the cool water as it finally soothed the ache in my throat. I crumpled the plastic in my fist, sighing long as I looked at Professor Dumbledore, wondering what was going through his mind having seen me in such a hysterical state.
âWar is harsh,â As if reading my thoughts, his eyes twinkled with that familiar warm glint, âit affects everyone differently. Youâve seen things no woman your age should have, but you are a talented auror, Miss Song. However, I fear you wonât be amongst us for much longer if you continue abusing those.â
I felt shame crawl up my body as the professorâs eyes fell on the bottle, and I quickly hid it behind my back, âIâm sorry.â
I felt like a little child that was being scolded for doing something bad as I averted my gaze away from Professor Dumbledoreâs, and sniffed as I noticed my heartbeat had finally returned to its natural rhythm.
âHow are your parents doing, Miss Song?â Professor Dumbledoreâs voice was soft, and I shrugged looking up at him.
âThey are scared, as is everyone else.â I sighed, biting my lower lip, âI have moved them to the Wizarding World in hopes of keeping them safe, but nowhere is safe anymore, Professor.â
âItâs saddening, indeed.â The professor nodded, sharing my feelings of sadness that were slowly turning into despair, âBut I think you did the right thing. The Wizarding World might not be the safest place at the moment, but it is a lot safer than the Muggle World.â
It was reassuring to hear the approval of my much wiser and smarter professor, and for a second, I believed that I had done something right for the first time in a long time. No matter how many dark wizards and witches I have captured, I never truly felt accomplished. It wasnât enough, because I knew I could do better if sent on even more missions, and finally, the chance to fulfill my selfish desires while proving myself to be good and useful to my superiors, had come.
âAre you feeling any better now, Miss Song?â The professorâs eyebrows raised as I quickly hid the bottle back between my breasts and nodded, squaring my shoulders back. There it was, the condescending look of deep thought crossing the professorâs face as he looked towards the ground, humming lowly, âWhen it comes to the matters of the heart, itâs a slippery and unsure territory, Miss Song. You might think you are prepared to face whoever and take them out, but if you havenât completely let go of them, your heart will outrule your conscious, your rationality. Even if you have long released the feelings you had once harbored for them, your more rational side might stop you, might hold you back from delivering the final blow.â
I felt tears trying to prick at my eyes as they snapped up, boring into Professor Dumbledoreâs as he had a sad smile on his lips, âItâs difficult to forget your first love, Miss Song, no matter how deeply they have wronged you.â
The tremors in my hands havenât disappeared and wouldnât go away today, but they halted for a second as I gulped, throat feeling dry again, âHe chose his path consciously, as I have chosen mine. Our beliefs have never truly aligned, it was just wishful thinking on my side, Professor. Love, an emotion I do not feel towards him anymore, isnât stronger than my rational mind. If I would have allowed my heart to lead me throughout my life, I would be by his side now, wallowing in self-misery and pity for all the lives I allowed perish.â
âI have recognized your passion the moment you sat on the stool on the night of the sorting, Miss Song, youâve known from the very first moment what you wanted and how to get it. I fear I havenât met a Slytherin as determined and stubborn as yourself, Miss Songââ
âNot even Tom Riddle, sir?â
The professorâs expression suddenly became leveled, warm smile turning into a rather forced one, âI fear I cannot compare you to Tom Riddle, Miss Song.â
I hummed and smiled, memories of the younger boy bashing the professor for even the smallest inconvenience returning. I had never figured out where their distaste came for each other, but as it wasnât my business, I never prodded more than necessary. I fixed my hair and made sure the little bottle couldnât be seen as I glanced past the professor, feeling calm enough to join the aurors again, âWe should head inside before they deem me unfit for this task, I would hate to miss out on this one, Professor.â
âThey cannot afford to lose an auror like you.â Professor Dumbledore chuckled with a thoughtful look on his face as he led us towards the door, opening it for me like the true gentleman he was. I thanked him quietly as I stepped through the threshold, the lump back in my throat as the room went silent at once, everyone turning around to watch me and the professor as we descended the stairs. I went to sit at my initial spot, but Professor Dumbledore gently grabbed my elbow and veered me towards his seat, a witch making a place for me as she had an understanding look on her face.
âIs everything alright, Miss Song?â Theseus asked once the professor and I had taken our seats, the curious eyes of the other Aurors still watching me. I gulped and placed my hands on my knees, trying to hide the tremor behind the desk so that nobody would see it.
âYes, Mr. Scamander, my apologies for storming out like that.â My voice was leveled as I forced my face to relax, and an easy smile appeared on my lips, âI felt a little ill this morning, I suppose it returned suddenly.â
âRight,â Theseus hummed, a smile matching mine on his lips, âthat is reassuring to hear; however, I do wish for a quick recovery should it get worse.â
âThank you.â I bowed my head as my hands fisted my dress, my heart rate picking up again as I felt the witch next to me gently rub my back. I wasnât fond of being touched by strangers, but I didnât have the willpower to ask her to stop. Finally, seemingly content with my half-assed lie, the attention wasnât on me anymore as everyone went back to conversing with each other. Theseus cleared his throat and walked towards our table, Professor Dumbledore gathering the photographs as they were scattered around on the desk.
âWhile you were taking a breather, Miss Song, I have informed your colleagues that each one of them will be assigned a dark wizard to survey and consequently take down whenever the Office seems fitting.â I tried to gulp, my throat going dry once again. The witch was still rubbing my back and her touch had started burning my skin through my dress, making me fidget with my hands as I released the grip I had on my dress. I knew this was coming, but I didnât feel ready. If I couldâve, I wouldâve downed the whole bottle of pills, not minding if I would have been the one in need of a funeral.
âI see, Mr. Scamander, who had been assigned to me?â I felt the professorâs eyes take me in carefully as if I were a ticking time bomb, and the hand of the witch was finally away from my body, her sigh too loud as Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat.
âRecords say you have been peers with Park Seonghwa at Hogwarts, yes?â I failed to inhale air as my lungs contracted, my worst nightmare lay right in front of my eyes and ears, âProfessor Dumbledore, could you confirm this for me?â
âYes, Mr. Scamander, Miss Song and Mr. Park had been my students barely four years ago.â My eyes burned as I blinked them fast, scared that tears would flood them as my hands shook more, itching to grab the bottle even if for little reassurance. The sedatives werenât working as they should have, I shouldnât be so wired up and nervous still. I figured I should buy something stronger; the muggles were more lenient when handing out sedatives than the wizards if you knew how to put on your best act.
âIndeed,â My voice was emotionless, and I knew my face was unreadable as Theseusâ eyes narrowed, âI know Park Seonghwa, but just merely. He was a great student I often had to compete with for the first place in our year.â
The longer Theseusâ eyes bore into mine, the more prominent the soft prodding in my forehead became. I knew what he was doing, way too familiar with the feeling of having my mind invaded. He was searching for memories of Seonghwa and me, of anything that could prove I wasnât lying and that our roots didnât grow deeper than a surface-level acquittance. It was laughable how easy it was to veer Theseus around my mind, to trick him into seeing only what I wanted him to see. He wasnât a born Legilimens, I could feel he was less strong than the likes of Tom Riddle, who was a born natural in his talent, and so, I knew Theseus wouldnât figure out that Iâin factâwas a born Occlumens, the will of my mind stronger than his surface-level talent. I watched as a satisfied expression settled on his features upon viewing the images I allowed him to see, like the brief snappy exchanges between Seonghwa and me when we were in class, trying to show off to the professors, or the duels where we loved to flaunt our skills, or the brief acknowledgments in the hallway when we so happened to pass by each other.
âVery well, Miss Song,â Theseus muttered and then slammed a photograph down in front of me, a much younger Seonghwa smiling mockingly at me, âI trust you to do your best and bring him to his downfall. Mr. Park is an important asset to Grindelwaldâs army; we need him gone.â
âHe shall be gone, then.â
1943
           The classroom was full of vigor as everyone pilled inside, rather excited to see what Professor Merrythought had up her sleeve for us today. She had promised a dueling class sooner than later, and, as we happened to be ahead on our curriculum in DADA class, we got permission from Headmaster Dippet to go ahead and transform our usual classroom into a dueling ring. This year, the Slytherins shared most of their classes with the Ravenclaws, the DADA class being one of them. I let my eyes run over the crowd of the gathering 6th-year Ravenclaws on the other side of the classroom, pressed up against the wall much like myself and my housemates. Despite the majority of students being in their 6th year, Professor Merrythought found it essential that all students above the age of fourteen learn how to duel due to the imminent threat looming above our heads, both in the Wizarding and Muggle World. Therefore, it came as no surprise that younger students were ushered inside by Professor Merrythought, who had a grin on her face. Finding the person I had been looking for in the crowd, on the other side of the classroom, a tiny smile made it onto my lips as I found him already looking at me attentively. His dark hair, once again, fell wildly around his head in curls that looked natural, framing his boyish features as his round eyes sparkled with excitement. I chuckled and felt more elated knowing that Seonghwa was here, the chance of getting paired up with him was rather high as we were the top students of our year.
âMiss Song.â I flinched at the sudden intrusive voice in my head, always taken aback when I was addressed telepathically. I looked away from Seonghwa, eyes falling onto the boyâwho despite being younger, was a lot taller than meâwas now standing next to me with a stoic expression, ice-cold blue eyes boring into my darker ones. I chuckled and pressed a hand against my chest, always impressed by his skills despite his younger age.
âMr. Riddle.â I greeted back with a grin, the small prodding at my forehead proof that our telepathic connection worked both ways. It was rare that Tom allowed me inside his mind, and even then, he knew how to guide me around his thoughts to show me only what he wanted me to seeâa skill he learned from me, rather quickly. He had a natural talent for learning and achieving accomplishments that wizards and witches older than him struggled to garnish. He was an admirable student and a force to reckon with, I was never too eager when he challenged me to a friendly duel under the pretext of gaining experience by dueling a student who was as outstanding as himselfâin reality, he only wished to show off and torment me in the confines of the Room of Requirements when the two of us would head over to study.
âNow, children,â Professor Merrythought clapped her hands together as she walked between the parting crowd of students, everyone watching her curiously, âas you may know, Headmaster Dippet had granted us another dueling session, and I am beyond excited to teach you new tricks that may as well save your lives in the future. The rules are the same as always, no serious spells aimed to harm, and no maiming, Madam Gorsemoor has far more important tasks than to heal some children who didnât take the rules seriously, yes?â
Everyone muttered a âyesâ at once, and Professor Merrythought had a pleased grin on her lips as she pulled her wide shoulders back, her golden eyes surveying the crowd, probably counting how many of us were here. Usually, no more than twenty students were allowed inside the classroom as Professor Merrythought wished to watch and help everyone, not just those few she noticed lacking in their skill, âCan someone tell me what weâve learned in our last class?â
Several hands shoot up high in the air, mine included, and I felt compelled to look over to the Ravenclaws, not surprised at all to see Seonghwaâs arm high up in the air, shoulders pulled back to make him look taller. I stifled a chuckle and faced the front of the classroom again, feeling Tomâs questioning gaze on the back of my head, but I paid him no mind.
âMr. Lovegood, perhaps?â Professor Merrythought pointed at the platinum blonde-haired wizard from Ravenclaw, who stood on his tiptoes, about to bounce up and down to gain the professorâs attention.
âDiffindo!â He exclaimed, cheeks flushing instantly as the students from his house snickered, the Slytherins remaining uninterested, âI mean, Diffindo and Relashio.â
âVery well, Mr. Lovegood, thank you.â Professor Merrythought hummed, eyes narrowing as she looked over the crowd once again, her eyes stopping on me as I offered her a small smile.
âI must remind you that Diffindo is a spell that brings great harm if not death to your opponent, and inside this classroom, we shall not use it against each other. And even outside of it, I advise you use it wisely and level-headed only if the occurrence calls for itââ
âLikeâif it were for Grindelwald to attack us?!â A younger boyâfrom Ravenclawâasked, heads turning in his direction as he yet had to grow a few inches.
âYes, thatâs the likely scenario I had in mind.â Professor Merrythought muttered pleased, nodding at the curious boy with big round eyes. He reminded me of Seonghwa when we had just started our journey at Hogwarts, always eager to learn more and curious about how everything around him worked. Since then, his nature remained but he learned how to control it, how to make it less obvious how big of a nerd he actually was. Some would say he tries to impersonate the âcool guyâ archetype, but I know him too well to believe those silly ârumorsâ, âWell, before we learn something new, Iâd like to see a duel from our best duellists.â
I gulped, feeling eyes bore into the side of my head as I looked over to Seonghwa again, finding his eyes on me already once again. He was smirking, round eyes fierce as we both knew who Professor Merrythought would call to the front for a demonstration, âMiss Song, Mr. Park, would you grace us with your presence?â
I heard Tom chuckle behind me, unamused, no doubt having known weâd be the chosen ones for this task. It was rarely not us, even Seonghwa and I knew it. I patted down the front of my robe, dusting it off, then squared my shoulders as I made my way through the crowd, getting a few pats on the back from people who I was familiar with. I had grabbed my wand out of my pocket, and Seonghwa and I made it to the front of the class at the same time. His smirk had turned cheeky as he held his wand in his hands elegantly, twirling it playfully as I took a few steps backward and then adjusted my stance.
âMiss Song.â Seonghwaâs voice was deep, tone almost seductive, and I couldnât help but grin and narrow my eyes at him.
âMr. Park.â My tone was confident and full of assurance because I knew I would win this duel. I usually did. Seonghwa was very good at dueling, but I was better since I was faster and more agile. I was also a little more talented at wandless magic than he was, I found it amusing whenever heâd exercise next to me, growing frustrated with himself way too quickly. Professor Merrythought clapped her hands and stepped back as Seonghwa and I bowed to each other, wands gripped firmly in our hands as we took our stance for the duel. I zeroed in on Seonghwa only, focusing on the movements of his body, eyes boring into his as if I would read his mindâI could, but I knew he hated it, and what I hated more was when I made him hurt. Seonghwa stood alert, his dark eyes boring into mine, a curious glint in them, laced with mischief and anticipation as he was patiently waiting for me to make my first move. He usually wasnât the one to attack first, and we both knew that. Weâve dueled each other many times already, we knew each otherâs tricks and weakest points.
âStupefy!â I exclaimed, throwing my hand out, my wand pulsing with power as a light blue zap quickly shot towards Seonghwa, who expertly threw up his defense wall, nulling my attack with a pleased expression. I chuckled under my breath and raised an eyebrow as I threw my next attack at him, âFlipendo!â
Seonghwa huffed as another jinx was thrown his way, raising his arm high as he cast another shield in front of his body, eyes narrowing as he realized I was trying to get him to fly to the other side of the classroom. I knew he was wary of injuring himself, and unless I teased him a little bit at the beginning of our duel, I knew he would try to go easy on me. But I didnât want easy and friendly, I wanted him to have no mercy and fight as if we were in a real fight, against each other, with only one winner standing tall in the end.
âStupefy!â Seonghwa exclaimed, the same light blue zap flying towards me, making me easily block his attack as I threw my arms up, casting an invisible shield. Unlike Seonghwaâs, mine remained blue and violet ripples the tell-tale sign that there was something in front of me. Seonghwa narrowed his eyes, calculating his next move as I sent a hot air charm his way, which he dodged skilfully, his black hair falling into his eyes. Seonghwa chuckled and twirled the strands behind his ear, graciously raising his hand, not even looking my way as suddenly electric blue flames came barrelling towards my shield, making the students in the classroom gasp in surprise, but also fear. Someone had started clapping hard, and I knew it was Professor Merrythought as she enjoyed the show the most out of everyone.
Seonghwa was smart, and so, he knew the blue flames would demolish my shield without hurting me, and I could hear Professor Merrythought explain just this to the students who watched us with even more excitement in their eyes. Deciding to not verbalize my next spell, I winked at Seonghwa as I made the hand movement that was required for the Waddiwasi spell, Seonghwa realized a moment too late as, suddenly, crumbled up parchments floated around me for a second, before propelling towards Seonghwa with force and speed that left him defenseless. Seonghwa gasped as he turned sideways, the little balls of parchment crashing against the side of his body without causing any damageâphysical because his ego was probably bruisedâand the students started laughing as Seonghwa hissed, facing me once again with piercing eyes. I grinned and curtsied teasingly, enjoying the way his cheeks had flushed from embarrassment, his grip tightening around his black wand. His lips didnât move, but his hand did, and I narrowed my eyes as for a second nothing happened, and then I felt invisible ropes binding around my body, trying to immobilize me as my eyes widened in surprise.
âEmancipare!â I yelped the counterattack of Brachiabindo, the defensive spell Seonghwa had used, and felt the ropes instantly disappear from my body. Seonghwa huffed, running his fingers through his rich curls, looking frustrated as he walked a few steps closer. It wasnât like him to lose his wits when we were dueling, and so, this was the first sign that told me something was bothering him as he couldnât completely focus on the task at hand. But this was an exercise, a duel in which we had to demonstrate to the other students, so I pushed my worries aside and cast my next spell, âFulgari!â
Much like Seonghwaâs spell, it was another one that bid your arms together, however, the ropes werenât invisible anymore but red and thick, painful, as the charm tied your wrists together tightly. But Seonghwa knew how to counterattack it, and the ropes dropped midair as a white light was cast from his wand. Knowing that we didnât have much time anymore and that Professor Merrythought was waiting for one of us to disarm the other, I acted quickly, âExpelliarmus!â
However, Seonghwaâs simultaneous attack was silent as it shot from his wand, and our spells clashed in the middle, exploding with a loud boom after theyâd tangled up for a few seconds. I gasped as the force pushed me backward, almost making me stumble to the floor. The hem of my robe had caught in the heel of my boots, and as I tried to manage the issue, I felt my mind being prodded at. Not even having to concentrate on the action, my mind instantly blocked the intruder out, my mindâs barriers strong and stubborn, no matter how insistent the intruder became. I knew who it was, in this classroom only Tom Riddle was so talented enough to use Legilimens wandless and non-verbally, but he was least of my worries as Seonghwaâs glare was deep, mouth moving before I could register his words, âRelashio!â
I gasped as my wand was snapped out of my hand, clattering to the floor, making the students roar with claps and cheers, Professor Merrythought not even trying to calm them down as she walked towards Seonghwa and me. I gulped, feeling my cheeks tinge pink at the amateur mistake I had made, the fact even more embarrassing as I was disarmed by such a pathetic spell. But this is what a duel encompassed, and I took a deep breath and released it slowly as I felt Professor Merrythoughtâs hand on my shoulder, pulling me next to her as she had grabbed onto Seonghwa as well.
âBrilliant!â She exclaimed lips pulled into a huge grin, âSimply brilliant, my students! You will make such fine Aurors, the department will be blessed upon your arrival!â
I muttered a quiet thank you and bowed my head abashed, missing the cold look that crossed Seonghwaâs face upon hearing our professorâs words. Then, when the class had finally settled down, Seonghwa and I were ushered back to our previous spots, Professor Merrythought taking the lead as she started explaining the new spell weâd be learning today. I felt the uncomfortable prodding once again, and a little frustrated, I turned around and snapped at Tom without considering my actions first, âStop it, Riddle!â
My exclamation thankfully wasnât too loud, but it made a few heads turn our way. I gulped and averted my eyes flustered as Tom grinned, crossing his arms in front of his chest, âMy apologies, but I failed to gain your attention any other way.â
âI am trying to pay attention to the new spell, Riddle,â I muttered as I faced the front of the classroom again, feeling the younger boy step closer as he loomed over my shoulders.
âBut you already know it,â He muttered, voice devoid of any emotion and I just sighed, nodding and confirming his claim, âWell, then, let me offer you some friendly advice.â
âThe Tom Riddle offering me some friendly advice?â I teased, looking over my shoulder with a chuckle, âSo you finally admit that weâre friends?â
âWell,â Tom cleared his throat, looking uncomfortable, âif you think of us as friends, we shall be that, Y/N.â
Tom hadnât been keen on addressing each other casually in public, but heâs been calling me by my name rather often lately, âAnd your advice is?â
âAh, yes,â He cleared his throat again, leaning just a little bit closer to whisper in my ear, âuse more non-verbal spells next time and maybe even wandless magic too, Park seems to struggle to defend those. And, try not to lose focus so easily, getting disarmed by Relashio out of all spells is rather embarrassing, Miss Song.â
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms in front of my chest, watching Professor Merrythoughtâs wand as she drew the movement of the spell slowly for us to see, âThank you for pointing out that Relashio isnât even a disarming spell.â
It was rare to see any sort of positive reaction from Tom, but he snickered as I felt him take a step back to offer me more space as he was done with the conversation, âMeet me later in the Room of Requirements?â
But apparently, he wasnât done with the telepathic conversation, âYes, at the agreed-upon time, I wonât be late this time.â
âYou better not be.â Tomâs voice sounded unimpressed in my mind and I rolled my eyes, hoping nobody saw it, âAnd tell your boyfriend to stop staring daggers at my head, I could disarm and harm him in just a few secondsââ
âThank you, Tom, thatâs enough.â I snapped, never too keen when he tried to bash Seonghwa and his skillsâor lack of them as Tom had so often remarked, âAnd get out of my head, now.â
His chuckle was cut short as I raised the barrier once again, forcing Tom out of my mind. I knew it would be painful to him and I didnât mind as lately heâs been trying to prod at my mind way too often. But being a born Occlumens came with its perks, no matter how much Tom tried to peek inside my head, heâd only be allowed inside as long as I let him. Having realized that he had some control issues, I didnât let him know about that little piece of information, for my own peace of mind, really. Feeling like somebody was drilling holes into the side of my head, I looked over to the Ravenclaws, a little taken aback by the dark look in Seonghwaâs eyes and the sneer on his lips. He looked irritated, and as we made eye contact his expression hardened for a second before he looked away, ignoring me for the rest of the class. I had only sighed, paying attention to Professor Merrythought for the rest of the class.
           Once class was over everyone pilled outside quickly, eager for the short break before our next class would start. Wanting to speak to Seonghwa in private, I stayed back with the hopes that heâd do the same, but when Professor Merrythought noticed me and asked if I had wanted to speak to her, I realized it was just her, myself, and Lovegood in the classroom. I bid her farewell and then scurried outside, sighing long as I felt disappointed that Seonghwa had left without me even noticing it. He was mad at me, that was now certain, and we wouldnât have the possibility to meet until dinner or our Prefect duties as this was the last class we shared today. I held the strap of my satchel bag tightly as I gnawed on my bottom lip, wondering whether I could use an excuse and search for him between my classes, when suddenly a classroom door was thrown open and I was harshly yanked to the left by my arm. I gasped as I stumbled, failing to keep up with the aggressive tugging, my back hitting a wall rather painfully as my heart had started racing, eyes widening as I felt warm lips pressing against mine. It took me a second to register what was happening.
I was face to face with Seonghwa, who had me pinned between himself and the wall, holding the side of my neck firmly with his right hand as his left one gripped my hip, fingers digging into the fabric of my uniform. His eyes were open and glaring at me despite his heated kiss, and it only made me flush more as I felt his tongue force itself between my lips while his fingers sneaked up towards my jaw, tilting my head up as he had to lean down, just slightly, due to our height difference. My heart hammered against my ribcage as the satchel bag fell from my shoulder, landing with a loud thud as I gripped his robeâs collar, the fabric a lot softer than mine. Seonghwaâs tongue lapped at mine fiercely, stealing my breath away as I felt his hand slip from my hip, trace the inside of my thigh as it slowly slipped underneath my knee-length skirt. I gasped and gently pushed him back, breathing hard as his right hand held my nape, fingernails pressing into my frail skin, âSeonghwaââ
âDid you have fun flirting with Riddle right in front of me?â His tone was harsh, voice raspier than usual, and I gulped, his hand slipping higher up underneath my skirt.
âSeonghwa, I wasnât flirting with him.â My voice trembled as he leaned closer again, lips tracing the skin of my neck, feather-like, making goosebumps erupt all over my skin. My hands released the collar of his robe as they slipped higher up, circling his neck as my fingers got tangled in the wavy strands of his hair, âIâve told you so many times that Iâm not interested in himââ
âWell, you certainly donât act like it.â I gasped as his sharp teeth sunk into the skin of my neck, making my stomach coil as his other hand stopped at my groin, caressing my flesh through my stockings, âIâm sick of seeing him prance around you like a lost puppy, my love.â
âHeâs just a boy.â My eyebrows furrowed as Seonghwaâs head snapped up, a sneer on his face.
âJust a boy?â He scoffed and leaned incredibly close, lips brushing against mine as he spoke, âHeâs barely one year younger than us, Y/N.â
Sighing loudly, I pressed a chaste kiss against his lips, seeing his eyes shake for a second, his anger dissipating slightly, âYet I only see the little boy I guided to the Slytherin common room in his first year in him, my love, heâs nothing but like a brother to me.â
âHe has no boundaries.â Seonghwa huffed, jaw clenching and unclenching as I kissed his cheek, right side and then left side, then pulled him slightly lower to kiss his forehead too. Seonghwaâs grip visibly softened, his finger rubbing circles into my hipbone under my skirt.
âI know how to put him in his place if he ever goes too far, which he has never done before.â I muttered reassuringly as I ran my fingers through his hair gently, knowing that he loved the ministration, âAbraxas is touchier than Tom will ever be, yet you make no scene when heâs with me.â
Seonghwa scoffed, gripping my chin as he tilted my head up again, âBecause itâs clear heâs not interested in courting you, heâs touchy with everyone.â
I chuckled as I coaxed his lips towards mine, my eyes fluttering closed as Seonghwaâs lips gently, but firmly, pressed against mine, our lips playing a gentle dance as they moved at a calmer pace, following the otherâs rhythm as I let Seonghwa take the lead, our lips slotting perfectly against each other. His breath hit my face as he nipped at my bottom lip, enjoying the way my lips chased after his again, capturing his bottom lip between mine as I felt his hand very slowly slip towards my crotch. I keened, pushing him back by the shoulders when he had started rubbing circles against my clothed core, âI need to get to the greenhouse, Hwa, we canât do this now.â
âYou can skip Herbology,â Seonghwa whispered as his lips brushed against my ear, I bit my bottom lip, eyes fluttering closed, âitâs not that important.â
Before I could succumb to the feeling of Seonghwaâs fingers teasing me, I gripped his wrist and pushed his hand away, blinking my eyes open, âIâm not going to skip classes because you want to have sex, Seonghwa. You can wait until tonight.â
âYeah?â He grinned, round eyes glinting dangerously, âI can?â
âUnless you want to throw another jealous fit over the fact that Iâll be studying with Tom later on.â I mused and pursed my lips as Seonghwaâs expression hardened again. He was so easy to irk, his face hid nothing as I cocked an eyebrow in challenge at him.
âRight,â He muttered, clearing his throat, âYouâll be busy with Riddle this afternoonââ
âIâll be busy perfecting my Legilimency, yes.â I raised my eyebrows at Seonghwa as he hummed and stepped back, detaching himself fully from me. I licked at my lips and ran my hands through my hair, trying to get rid of any knots that may have formed.
âFind me after youâre done patrolling, then,â Seonghwa adjusted his tie and then patted down his robe, âI wonât be coming to dinner tonight.â
âSomething wrong?â I asked with furrowing eyebrows as I leaned down to pick up my satchel bag.
âNo, I just need to catch up on some assignments, is all.â He smiled, but it didnât reach his eyes. I didnât say anything as he caressed my cheek with his warm hand, âI love you.â
I smiled widely, turning my head lightly to press a kiss against his wrist, âI love you too, Hwa.â
           Despite the sun trying to shine some light on the dire streets of London, the ever-grey clouds were everlasting, casting a gloomy shadow over the streets and the people that ventured outside. Lately, it seemed to be safer to go out and enjoy the much-needed social interactions, but people were still wary of the imminent threat posing over their heads. You just never knew when the enemy would strike, making you look over your shoulder at any given moment. London wasnât anymore what it used to be, but reconstructions have started and there seemed to be light at the end of the permeating dark tunnel.
My coffeeâs steam reached my nose as I forgot of its existence, my eyes having fallen on two children who had their palms out and were timidly asking for money from the passerby people. My heart broke at the sight of such innocent lives having to suffer so much, unwanted scenarios clouding my mind. They couldâve lost their parents, or maybe they still had them, but the war made them homeless and this is was the best they could do. I hated how most people didnât even cast a glance at the obviously suffering children, their clothes strewn in places, cheeks dirty with dust. They clung to each other, the boy taller by a head as he clutched the younger girl to his side, pulling her back when a postman paid them no mind as he barrelled down with his bicycle on the pavement. But before my anger could get the best of me, the bell to the small coffee shop chimed, and I looked over, heart settling at the familiarity of the man that was approaching my table. He wasnât a coffee lover, not when we were mere teenagers, so I had ordered tea instead for him.
âMr. Kim.â I smiled as I abandoned my cup and pushed my chair back, fighting the wide smile that tried to make it onto my lips. Kim Hongjoong and I havenât been close during our days at Hogwarts, but due to a person that was present in both of our lives, we had the chance to share some fond memories. Hongjoong had always been a free spirit, unafraid to break rules here and there, trying to break free of the chains society placed on all of us. Even now, his hair was brushed back in an uncharacteristic way, the black ends tinged almost blonde. His clothes didnât match in colour, his pants burgundy and his shirt a rather atrocious colour of yellow, the grey sweater thrown over it saving the outfit somewhat. His green coat was dark, and due to the colour of his pants, it made him look like a Christmas tree.
âDear,â Hongjoong chuckled, his hug warm and comforting, arms circling my middle tightly, âare we back to being formal with each other now? Has it been that long since we left Hogwarts?â
I chuckled, arms tightening around him subconsciously as my chin pressed against his shoulder, eyes glazing over with sudden tears that took me off guard. I have missed the faces I have become familiar with at Hogwarts, the place where I was still innocent and in love with life, with the prospect of a bright future. A future that was now my present, neither bright nor innocent. I have never had many friends, keen on keeping to myself, and the life of an Auror made it hard to keep up with others. It was better for them; my field of work had no guarantee of me returning alive. And knowing that two of the people I considered my family, Mingi and Yunho, were first in line in harmâs way, made me prolong my hug with Hongjoong. It felt nice to be in a warm embrace for once.
âFour years and three months, more specifically.â I whispered as I reluctantly let go of Hongjoong, who gripped my bicep and gave it a reassuring squeeze before we both claimed our seats at the small round table.
âSo, youâve been counting,â Hongjoong muttered, looking down at his steaming hot tea, âas have I.â
I hummed, feeling a certain sad aura around Hongjoong as he carefully cradled the teacup in his hands, humming to himself as my eyes bore into the side of his head. I was curious of what was running through his mind, but entering it without his consent was a breech of privacy and the break of trust between the two of us. Picking his fragile mind apart wouldâve been very easy. Finding what I was looking for wouldâve taken only a few seconds and I could be on my merry way in no time, hunting down the man I was tasked to take out, but I was yearning for just a second of normalcy, for a second that could take me back to the past where I was happy, unafraid, in love.
âHow is the Auror life, dear?â I smiled at the nickname, Hongjoong being the only person whoâs ever addressed me so affectionatelyâbesides my former lover, Seonghwa.
âDangerous,â I sighed, raising my cup of coffee to take a small sip, âexhausting, and time consuming.â
âIâve had to treat many Aurors since Iâve started working at St. Mungoâs, and each time I pray I do not come across you, dear.â Hongjoongâs expression was solemn, as if he was trying to repress memories that werenât kind nor pleasant, âBut you seem to be in great health, so I shall not worry so much anymore.â
I chuckled and placed the cup down, fingertips tracing the porcelain in order to keep my hands busy with something, âIâm rather agile, one of the best they have. But sometimes even I worry for my own safety, thank you for thinking of me so often, Hongjoongie.â
He smiled, reaching out to grab my wrist, âSometimes I feel bad for the way things have ended between usâbetween the three of us, I mean.â
I gulped, the topic of Seonghwa inevitable anymore. But still, I tried to stall it for a little bit longer, trying to enjoy Hongjoongâs company for a little bit more before the real reason I was here would ruin our nostalgic reunion.
âDonât fret on the past, Hongjoong, whatâs lost is lost.â I gripped his hand with my right one, patting it gently, âHow are the other nurses treating you at St. Mungoâs? Iâve heard thereâs not many wizards working there.â
âThe witches seem to love me,â Hongjoong chuckled, suddenly his cheeks red, âthey praise me a lot and always fight on who gets to work with me. Iâm treated nicely and theyâve accepted me rather quickly despite being a wizard.â
I gulped, knowing the tumultuous history of the Kim family, âAnd your parents?â
Hongjoong froze, eyebrows furrowing as he averted his eyes, âMy mother is speaking to me again. My fatherâŠwe know how he feels about me.â
âYouâve always done just fine without them,â I encouraged him, watching curiously as he grabbed my hand and flipped my palm upside down, âand if you need a friendly advice or just an evening spent drinking wine and reminiscing, you know were to find me, Hongjoongie.â
He chuckled, forefinger gingerly tracing the inside of my palm, making me shiver. Itâs been long since someone had treated me so tenderly, ever since Yunho and Mingi have been sent onto their mission actually, âHave you cut yourself here?â
âYes.â I answered surprised, âHow did you know?â
âThe skin is rougher here,â Hongjoong pressed his finger a little harder against where the cut was healed up, not even a trace of a scar, âStop by St. Mungoâs when you have a little free time, I have the perfect potion to fix your skin. Iâve got quite the tricks up my sleeve now.â
As our eyes met, a beat of silence passed, then we both burst out in quiet giggles, pressing our hands against our mouths. Memories of all the failed potions made by Hongjoong resurfaced, most of those times Seonghwa or me being his test subjects. There were too few fingers on my hands to count the number of times Seonghwa, Hongjoong, and I had ended up in the Infirmary, on the brink of dying from dangerous toxins found in Hongjoongâs brews. And yet, we continued indulging in his shenanigans as he was too endearing to say ânoâ to.
âI suppose youâve stopped poisoning people now, right?â I raised an eyebrow, tone joking as Hongjoong bit his lower lip, cheeks flushing once again.
âNo more failed experiments or potions that would send Slughorn up the wall if he were to know about them.â And once again, we started giggling behind our palms as Hongjoong seemed to finally loosen up, making me feel bad that I would soon deter the conversation to a delicate topic. But I didnât have much time, I had to move fast if I wanted to catch Seonghwa when he least expected it.
âI suppose you meet all sorts of people at the hospitalâŠâ I trailed off as I grabbed my cup of coffee yet again and took a long sip, Hongjoongâs lips pursing as he traced the wooden design of the table.
âYes, quite the personalities.â He mused, eyebrows raised slightly in question as I swallowed the coffee, biting my lower lip in hesitance.
âAs a nurse your allegiances do not matter, you must save everyoneââ
âThat is correct.â Hongjoongâs tone had turned colder, his face losing its warm glow, a mask of indifference now replacing it. I sighed knowing that Hongjoong had probably caught on to where our conversation was headed now.
âI know you still keep in touch with Park Seonghwa.â I lowered my voice so nobody would hear us. Everyone knew who Grindelwaldâs men were, I didnât want to risk the chance of anyone overhearing our conversation, even if the coffee shop was only frequented by muggles. I chose this place for this specific reason, few wizards and witches ventured out into the heart of London, not keen of the life muggles lived here.
Hongjoong had frozen, jaw clenching as his cat-like eyes narrowed at me, âWhat does that have to do with me being a nurse at St. Mungoâs? Are you accusing me of something, Miss Song?â
I sighed, but I knew the jabbing was inevitable. Hongjoong had been very protective of Seonghwa even before our years at Hogwarts, âI am not accusing you of anything, I was just merely curious on whoâs side you standââ
âI stand on nobodyâs side.â Hongjoong snapped, pushing his teacup far away from himself, glaring at it suspiciously. He must be wondering whether I had slipped Veritaserum in it, but I would never do that to him, âI stand on the side of the victims I must save, on the side of justice, and on the side that doesnât harm but protects instead. Do you fathom thereâs a side like that? One that does not harm, but only protects?â
âNo.â I whispered, averting my eyes from Hongjoongâs intense gaze, visibly irritated, âWeâre trying to do our best, I promise, but I cannot guarantee that innocent folk wonât be harmed in the process of stopping Grindelwald.â
âYouâre just doing your job,â Hongjoongâs tone softened, âand so am I, and so is Seonghwaââ
âSeonghwa is killing innocent wizards and witches for a cause that is irrational, for a cause that aims to harm muggles that arenât at fault for being the way that they are. This isnât a job!â Hongjoongâs eyes widened as my voice gradually raised, never the type to lose my cool. My heart had started racing and I felt anxiety creeping up my chest, through my throat, making me chew on the inside of my cheeks. I scrapped at my hand, averting my eyes as Hongjoongâs stare became too much, making me feel like he was judging me. Maybe I have misjudged his character, maybe he is on Seonghwaâs side, after all.
âY/N,â But his voice was soft and I felt his hand grip mine, gently stopping me from scratching my skin until it was raw and red, âI know how hard it was when you found out about Seonghwaâs ambitions and beliefs, and I know you still feel guilty and think you played a part in him becoming like this. But as someone whoâs known him since he was a little boy, Seonghwaâs always dreamed of doing big things, of changing our world into the better. You couldnât have stopped him even if you had known of his plans since early onââ
âThen help me.â I felt choked up as I looked at Hongjoong swiftly, eyes shaking as I gripped his hand. His eyebrows were furrowed and he gulped as my eyes glossed over, his words ringing through my ears. He was right, I have always felt guilty for not noticing the blatant signs of Seonghwaâs true beliefs. Heâs never been kind to muggles at Hogwarts, heâs always made snide remarks about them, and heâs mentioned joining a cause one day that purified our Wizarding World. I thought he was simply aspiring to join the Ministry, like many others wanted. Instead, he decided to join the cause of a man who thought wizards were superior to muggles and wished to subdue them, and force them to live in fear for the rest of their lives, âI need to talk to Seonghwa, please tell me where he is. Hongjoongie, youâll be helping a greater cause than yourself and even myself. I must find him andââ
âYouâre an Auror, Y/N.â He cut me off sharply, yanking his hand out of my grip as he shook his head feverishly, âIf you find him, then what? Will you interrogate him and lock him up in Azkaban for a few months until he gives in and admits to his mistakes? We both know thatâs the last thing Seonghwa will do if heâs ever captured. Youâll kill himââ
âI wonâtââ
âYouâll kill him, and I cannot set up my best friend for his death.â He snapped angrily, cheeks red as his eyes were tear-filled, âI cannot wrap my mind around the fact that you sought me out for such a feat. You should be ashamed of yourself, Miss Song, for even thinking that I would help you out with such an atrocious thing. I love Seonghwa more than anyone, you have deeply wounded me, Miss Song, I have expected more of you.â
âHongjoongââ Heart breaking as he swiftly stood and left with a last piercing look, I slumped back in my chair and tried not to let the sob break through my lips, cheeks damp from the tears that fell down them. Yes, I have been a fool for seeking out Hongjoong, I knew heâd never give away Seonghwaâs location, but he was my first and last option in trying to find Seonghwa in a way that I could negotiate with him, try to deter him from his cause, save him from a harsh sentence. And I have failed, and now Iâll have to kill the man that I have never stopped loving.
Having lost my appetite for anything, I stood hastily and wore my dark coat, pulling on my gloves to protect my hands from the freezing air. I gathered my purse and clutched it tightly in my hands, storming out of the coffee shop as I felt around for my bonnet inside the purse. The heart of the city was buzzing with people as the hour was nearing noon, the loudness of it all irritating my ears as I tried to walk between the people to the closest Portkey leading to the Wizarding World. But just as I was about to cross the road, I felt a hesitant tug on my coat. Alarmed and ready to defend myself, I whirled around and searched for whoever had touched me, only to find the siblings looking up at me with pleading eyes. Tapping the tears off my cheeks quickly, I opened my purse and crouched down as I fetched the pastries I have bought earlier for breakfast.
âHave this,â I handed them to the little girl, who had a runny nose and whispered a âthank youâ. I pushed around in search for the little muggle money I still had, and once I found it, I gave it to the boy who looked beyond grateful and even bowed his head in gratitude. Feeling helpless that I couldnât do more for them, I grabbed the bonnet that I knew I wouldnât wear again, and placed it onto the little girlâs head. It was big and it fell in her eyes, but she grinned as her brother tried to adjust it for her, making my heart swell, âTake care of each other.â
The two nodded with eyes glistening, and I gulped down the lump thatâs formed in my throat and stood tall once again, hurrying away before I felt the overbearing need to break down in the middle of a muggle filled street. I would finish this mission even if I lost my life in the process of it, it didnât matter, it didnât matter because innocent children and innocent common folk were the one suffering the consequences of these tyrants that ruled over our worlds.
20th of December, 1943
            Slughornâs Christmas parties were catalogued somewhat legendary and, thus, have always been talked about in the hallways of Hogwarts. Those who were invited mentioned it in excited exclamations and those who werenât in whispers with envious tones. I had been part of the lucky few who got invited, being part of Slughornâs Slug Club for a good two years now, and I couldnât have been happier. These parties were perfect for mingling with socialites and people of importance in the Ministry and other fields that piqued your interest. I had been lucky enough to meet a few well-known Aurors tonight, but my utmost luck struck when, despite his drunken state, Professor Slughorn pulled me aside to introduce me Theseus Scamander, the Head of the Auror Office. The professor had rambled on about my abilities and how talented and knowledgeable I was in the Dark Arts, painting me as a very talented duellist to Mr. Scamander. He had been eager to listen to his former professor, giving me knowing glances and a dashing smile. I couldnât help but blush a little, the Fire Whiskey I hadâsecretlyâdrunk with Abraxas getting the best of me. Unable to hide his amused smile anymore, Theseus had excused us with the pretext that weâd head over to the delicious candy bar and serve ourselves with chocolate frogs, to which our professor couldnât object as, he, himself loved it.
âHeâs quite the talker, isnât he?â Theseus laughed as he gently guided me through the crowd of students and outsiders, his hand holding my gloved elbow. My dress was modest, adorning the emerald green of my house that I wore proudly. The neckline was a sweetheart design, sleeveless, and the upper part of the dress was moulded tightly against my body, a silvery fabric creating the illusion of a belt around my waist. From the waist, it flowed down to my ankles in a simple A-line, highlighting my long legs. I had a thin, sheer, shawl around my shouldersâbut I have abandoned that at the dinner table as it had started annoying meâand instead wore my silvery satin gloves that reached just above my elbows.
âHe certainly letâs go of himself when alcohol is involved.â I said quietly, earning a chuckle from Theseus as we reached the candy bar. It was hard to choose just one delicacy as the table was littered with at least fifteen types of desserts, and I watched as Theseus grabbed a plate rather eagerly.
âI couldnât wait for the annual Christmas party back when I was a student here,â Theseus said as he started placing different delicacies on his plate, âthe dessert was the best part of the nightâapart from the Fire Whiskey.â
He glanced at me briefly and winked cheekily, making me chuckle as I averted my eyes with a shy blush on my cheeks. He chose a rose shaped tart that was filled with marzipan, and it reminded me of Seonghwa as it was his favourite dessert. Wondering where he wasâsince he had disappeared around half an hour agoâI searched the crowd while Theseus was busy filling his plate.
âIs it you who wants to be an Auror, or are your professors pushing you towards this job?â Theseusâ question earned my attention as I looked back at him, unsuccessful in my mission of finding Seonghwa.
âIt is me.â I answered with a smile, fiddling with my fingers nervously, âI hate injustice, and I hate seeing our world get torn apart as Grindelwald is trying to ruin us. I want to help in stopping him, I want to be a figure that others can entrust their lives to. I want to protect the innocent, and I am not scared to sacrifice myself for others. And when heâll finally be stopped, I will continue dedicating my life to help the right cause.â
Theseus hummed, his eyes softening as they quickly took in my form, a pleased look crossing his features, âYou sound quite determined, and you look tough too. I have spoken to Professor Merrythought about any student she deemed fit for the role of an Auror, and I am positive she talked about you for almost an hour, Miss Song.â
I gulped, feeling warmth spread through my chest in happiness that I had been praised so extensively by my professor to a very important and prominent person in the Ministry, âIâve still got two years until I graduate, but I hope to join you as soon as possible.â
âI cannot wait for that day to come, Miss Song.â Theseus grinned, grabbing the rose dessert, âI can already tell youâll be great; you sort of remind me of myself, actually.â
âI do?â I asked with a surprised tone, feeling my smile get even bigger.
âIndeed.â Theseus hummed and then took a bite of the rose as I tried to contain my glee, my mouth hurting from smiling so widely. Suddenly, there was a presence next to me, and I felt a hand gently grip my shoulder, the hold familiar but rather cold. I turned my head and was met with Tomâs piercing-blue cold eyes looking down at me impassively.
âMr. Scamander.â He greeted the Auror with a tight smile on his lips.
âMr. Riddle.â Theseus was in the middle of chewing his dessert, but he quickly forced it down his throat and shook Tomâs hand.
âDo you mind if I steal Miss Song for a dance?â Tomâs voice was suddenly light, dripping with sweetness as his face morphed into a warm smile, âHave I interrupted an important conversation?â
âI have said what I wanted to Miss Song, if she wishes so, you can steal her for a dance.â Theseus winked, our gazes meeting as suddenly his thoughts flooded my mind. For a powerful Auror like him, it took me off guard to find his mind so defenceless. Perhaps he didnât see a reason to guard his thoughts in the confines of Hogwarts, and before I could correct him that there was nothing between Tom and myselfâas Theseusâ thoughts claimedâI was already whirled around and guided towards the crowded dance floor. The orchestra played a nice tune, slow but not to the point all you could do was step left and right. Tom placed his hand on the middle of my back as he held my hand in his other one, a respectable distance between our bodies as he started leading.
âAny reason you wanted to dance with me?â I asked with narrowed eyes, knowing for a fact that Tom never danced. He hated dancing or standing as close to somebody as we were stood right now.
âHmm,â He hummed, his tone low and his voice pleasant to the ears as he spoke up again, âyou looked like you needed a little saving.â
âSpeaking to Mr. Scamander was pleasant,â I shrugged, holding onto Tomâs shoulder tighter as we narrowly avoided a drunken couple, âYou couldâve tried to save me when I was talking to Professor Slughorn and the spouses that work at St. Mungoâs, instead. They are weird.â
âThey are peculiar people, indeed.â Tom muttered, eyes falling on my face, âBut they are incredibly smart and good assets to a team.â
âWhat team?â I asked confused, eyebrows furrowing. Tom was leading us out of the crowded dance floor, thankfully, more towards the side where weâd have more space and wouldnât have to avoid every second drunken couple. A platinum blonde hair popped up in the crowd not far from us, and I stifled a laugh as Abraxas tried not to topple over as he was led towards the exit by his date.
âWell,â Tom started, eyebrows lightly furrowing as he mused over his words, like he didnât know how to formulate his next words. That was unexpected from Tom as he was a good speaker, and an intelligent person, âletâs put it this way. You build an army of people that are magically gifted, but smart too, and you lead them to victory.â
âWhy would you need this army?â I asked as I grew even more confused, âAre you talking about Grindelwald?â
âWe can take him as an example, yes.â Tom chuckled, a smirk pulling at his lips as our eyes bore into each otherâs, making me wonder for a split second if he was hiding something from me, âThe people he has on his side arenât just strong and powerful wizards and witches who excel at magic, they are also intelligent and strategize with him, leading him towards victoryââ
âYou think Grindelwald will prosper in this war?â I asked, feeling myself irked at such vile thoughts. Grindelwald wouldnât win, I would become an Auror just to make sure of it.
âNo, of course not.â Tom whispered, an easy smile adorning his lips and I felt his fingers gently rub against my knuckles. I sighed and looked away, surveying the crowd in hopes that I would finally find my lover. I missed him, I wanted to be by his side and dance with him, âAre you enjoying yourself?â
âOf course.â I chuckled, but my eyes were still searching the crowd as Tom cleared his throat, turning us around so that I was facing the exit now. My eyes stopped on the familiar form of my lover, and my eyebrows furrowed in wonder as I realized Seonghwa was speaking to Rabastan Lestrange and his parents, âAre you?â
âI hate these events, actually, even the Slug Club, but if I wish to remain in the graces of our daft professor, I mustââ
âI am really sorry for cutting you off like this, Tom.â I released my hold on Tom and took a step back, eyes hastily falling back on the Slytherin boy, âBut Iâve finally found my lover, I hope you donât mind.â
âRight,â Tomâs expression faltered, then returned to being cold as he nodded towards Seonghwa, âIâll see you around. But, Y/N, did you know Park and Lestrange have been acquittances for quite a while now?â
My eyebrows furrowed as I bit my lower lip, wondering if Seonghwa had ever mention Lestrange to me, âOf course, there are no secrets between Seonghwa and I.â
I felt the slight prodding at my mind, but Tom got nowhere near my thoughts as I have carefully guarded them all night. I bowed my head slightly before I walked away from the dance floor, nearing my lover and the Lestrange family with a soft smile on my lips. Rabastan was the first one to notice me, and he loudly cleared his throat, eyes jumping between Seonghwa and my approaching form. Seonghwa stiffened and I tried to mask my confusion as I stood next to my lover, âGood evening.â
âGood evening, MissâŠ?â Rabastanâs father was a gruff man, scary-looking, and rather unfriendly as his voice was harsh.
âSong, Song Y/N.â I answered and offered him my hand before I greeted his wife, who looked stoic and glared at me viciously. But I remained unphased as I continued smiling.
âSong,â She muttered, eyes narrowing as she shared a glance with her husband, âyour parents are quite prominent figures in the Ministry, arenât they?â
âYes.â I answered, not keen of talking about my parents. It was always about them, never about me. Theyâve made their own reputation already, I wanted to make one for myself.
âY/N is just as brilliant as her parents, if not more.â Seonghwa mused with a warm tone, lips pulled into a dashing smile as I felt his arm sneak around my middle and gently pull me into his side. My muscles softened as his familiar warmth and cologne embraced my being, making me look up at him with a small grin. Rabastanâs parents exchanged a glance as their son cleared his throat again, looking rather awkward.
âAnd you make a pair, I assume.â Rabastanâs father quirked an eyebrow, not looking very impressed by the prospect. Before I could answer, Seonghwa hummed lowly and I felt his fingers flex against my hips in a quiet request to remain silent. I bit my bottom lip, but adhered to his request.
âYes, Miss Song and I had been quite the academic rivals, but I suppose in our fifth year we found common ground and discovered together we are more powerful, our knowledge forever expanding.â Seonghwaâs answer made my eyebrows furrow as I turned my head to look at him with a questioning gaze, but he continued looking at the Lestranges, who seemed pleased with his answer.
âWell, yes, she is a Slytherin like our son,â Rabastanâs mother said with a chuckle that was filled with vice, âbut she might take after her parents, after all.â
Fed up with the cryptic conversation, I chuckled and flashed the Rabastans an apologetic smile before I cradled Seonghwaâs cheek in my hand and turned his head to face me, âMay we dance? Youâve neglected me the whole night, my love.â
âMy apologies,â Seonghwa hummed and kissed my wrist as I let my hand fall from his face, the two of us looking back at the Lestranges, âIt was a pleasure talking to you and meeting you Mr. and Mrs. Lestrange, I shall see you aroundâhopefully.â
They nodded wordlessly as Rabastan bid us farewell, and I intertwined my fingers with Seonghwaâs as I led us back to the dance floor, the crowd a little more dispersed now than it has been when I was dancing with Tom. The orchestra now had started playing slow tunes, all the dancing couples swaying gently to the music. I sighed as I felt Seonghwaâs arms slip around my hips to pull me close in, my arms circling his shoulders as our bodies flushed together, my nerves and muscles easing at the familiar press of his body against mine. Seonghwaâs round eyes had a warm glow in them, his cherry-like lips pulled into a soft smile. I chuckled and fought the muscles in my body yearning to press a kiss against his lips, and instead let my eyes travel down to the early Christmas gift I had given him earlier this morning. Seonghwa and I would be going home tomorrow, meaning that we wouldnât spend the holidays together like last year, when Hongjoong, his best friend, decided to stay at Hogwarts due to his horrible parents and Seonghwa and I decided to stay too, to keep him company. It was one of the best Christmases I have ever had.
My gift was something small, a thin silver chain necklace with a small star pendant hanging on it, representing the way I viewed Seonghwa. He was bright and beautiful, always glimmering in the darkness and guiding me through my hardships, helping me sparkle as bright as him. He was an inspiration and so easily lovable that sometimes I felt like I fell for him over and over again each day.
âI had no idea you knew Rabastan Lestrange?â I raised an eyebrow as Seonghwa sighed, our moves smooth as he twirled us around.
âBarely.â He muttered, dipping his head low, his breath fanning my face, âDid Professor Slughorn introduce you to Theseus Scamander? I saw you talking to him.â
âHe did!â I beamed, Seonghwaâs eyes creasing as he smiled back at me, âI am so happy I met him tonight, he said he cannot wait for me to join the Aurorâs Office.â
âIs that so?â Seonghwa hummed, making my eyebrows furrow in confusion. He didnât look too eager, but he chuckled upon seeing my reaction, it didnât sound amused, âWith how eager Riddle was to whisk you away for a dance, I figured you couldnât talk much to Mr. Scamander.â
âSeonghwa,â I sighed, interlacing my fingers around his neck as I tilted my head back, âcan we not do this here? Can we just not talk about Tom for one second?â
âHow can I not talk about Riddle when heâs openly trying to court my partnerââ
âSeonghwa.â I snapped quietly as I didnât want anyone to overhear our useless argument, âTom hates every female that breaths around him withing a meter radius, can you please for the love of Merlin stop this nonsense?!â
âI cannot.â He hissed, eyes narrowing as our steps faltered, âYou fail to see the issue at hand, Y/N, he hates every female but you. And I cannot stand thatââ
âWhy are you so jealous when I have never given you a reason to be?â I cut him off, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance.
âBecause youâre mine and I cannot fathom losing you, I justââ
âPark Seonghwa.â I sighed, cupping his cheeks as I shook my head at him, âYou are the love of my life, I have never loved anyone before you and I will never love anyone else but you. I donât want anyone else that isnât you, and I will never do. You are my star and the reason I live for, and I trust you with my whole being and have given all of myself to you. SometimesâI just wish you trusted me as much as I trust you. When you act like this, you make me feel guilty and bad, like I donât deserve your love and you.â
Seonghwaâs bottom lip was between his teeth and he released a long sigh as his hands sneaked back to grip my hips, âOnly Merlin know how much I love you, Y/N, how much faith I have in you, and just how much I trust you. Itâs this irrational fear that I will lose you if I make a wrong move that makes me act like this. I donât even care about Riddleâor anyone elseâif I have one fear, itâs that of losing the best thing thatâs ever happened to me. I might be your star, but a star cannot shine without darkness. I need you, promise me youâll stay by my side no matter what.â
âI promise to forever stay by your side, Hwa.â
           Hongjoong was a good friend to Seonghwa, righteous, and ferociously protective. But even Hongjoong could tell apart right from wrong, unlike Seonghwa. And when I had gotten home after meeting him at the coffee shop, in the haste of searching for my yellow bottle of pills as my hands had started trembling once again, I found a small rolled up paper nestled between the white tablets. Eager to swallow the sedatives, I held the paper carefully, and after downing two tablets, I unrolled the paper, eyebrows furrowing when I realized it was an address to a fancy place in high-end London, where socialites mingled to their hearts wishesâboth muggles, wizards, and witches alike. Hongjoong would never help me in taking down his best friend, but he also knew I was offering his best friend the easy way out this time. I would let him flee if he promises to never show himself around GrindelwaldâI would do that because itâs Seonghwa. Because I cannot imagine a life without him even if heâs not by my side, just the thought of knowing heâs out there breathing and living keeps me going.
The casino Hongjoong had given me the address of was fancy and elite, only those who had an invite could enter. But I had connections, getting in was the easiest part. And perhaps, feeling nostalgic after having seen Hongjoong, I yearned to see more familiar faces that reminded me of my innocent childhood, familiar faces that could help me forget that I havenât heard from Mingi and Yunho in a week. They were alive, that much we knew, but we had no idea if they had been discovered or injured, or if they have gone low-key in order to have even fewer chances of compromising their mission. Nonetheless, when I sent an owl to an old-time friend, I did not expect to receive an answer this eager, at least not from this particular person. Having taken my time to tidy up and make myself presentable, I slipped my bottle of pills inside my purse, knowing that there were great chances I would be seeing Seonghwa tonightâthat was the whole point of me going to the casino. I was restless all day long and I had probably already taken too many of them, but the tremors of my hands never once stopped, and I could feel my heart race all day long. It was unsettling, but I knew there was nothing more I could do about it but slip the bottle in my purse and pray to Merlin for a successful mission. If I managed to get Seonghwa on my side tonight, much would changeâthe war would change.
There was a light smog in the air of London as I neared the casino, the evening breeze pleasant for once as the cobblestones were slippery from the previous rain. There was a light drizzle in the air still, but the invisible shield I had casted around myself to protect me from it was doing its job fairly well to keep me dry. My fur coat kept me warm as the nature of my dress was more daring tonight, attention grabbing on purpose. As I neared the entrance of the casino, lit up brightly and bustling with ladies and gentlemen that had bright smiles on their faces, I noticed a tall figure looming to the side in the darker corner of the street. Heartbeat halting, I hurried my steps as I clutched the invitation tighter in my hands, eager to see the manâs face from up-close. Itâs been a few years since weâve seen each other, I didnât think heâd actually join me tonight. I knew he had his own ambitions, what those were exactly, I couldnât tell. Heâs always been secretive, but heâs made quite the reputation for himself after finishing Hogwarts. He was a young promising man, eager to chase after his desires.
âMiss Song!â His voice had gotten deeper over the years, but remained as velvety as always. My lips pulled into a smile as I was finally close enough to see his face clearly, and I was taken aback by the obvious changes the years have brought to his once youthful face. His eyes were still as bright and blue, perhaps even icier than they used to be, but his cheekbones had become hollower, skin ashier. He looked good, but he looked ghastly.
âMr. Riddle.â I came to a stop in front of him with a big smile on my face, and was taken aback by the arms that have wrapped around me in a hug. Tom had always hated physical contact, I wondered if the passing of years had changed that, âYouâve changed. A lot.â
âHopefully in a good way.â He chuckled as he released me, smirking dashingly at me. I would be lying if I said my heart didnât skip a beat. I chuckled and shook my head, taking in his even taller, but lanky, form.
âI suppose yes,â I hummed, realizing that there were no traces of the young boy I have once viewed as perhaps my little brother, âYouâve grown taller, I didnât think that was possible.â
Tom and I chuckled at the same time as he reached out again, squeezing my lower arm, âAnd you look stronger than ever.â
I hummed and tried to hide the way my tremors only worsened at his words, wanting to tell him that I was on the brink of falling apart every day. I wasnât strong, I was far from being strong, I just refused to give in to the darkness until I have fulfilled my purpose, then I could finally let go. Give in to whatever madness threatened to pull my thoughts to an everlasting field of blackness, the stars absent from the night sky. Stars that have long abandoned me, left me alone to fend for myself, to figure things out without a guiding light.
âLetâs head inside, Iâm beginning to feel cold.â I muttered as Tom hummed, offering his arm for me to take as he confidently waltzed us towards the entrance, the bouncer smiling at us pleasantly as I handed over our invitation. It seems that he already knew Tom, who, it turns out, frequents this casino rather often. The question was on the tip of my tongue, whether he sees Seonghwa here often or not, but I didnât want to know. It was better not to know. I couldnât start questioning Tomâs morality right now, I had to stay focused on the task at hand, which was finding Seonghwa and trying to coerce him onto my side.
           The place was buzzing with all sorts of people, all seemingly eager to socialize and make lasting connections. The interior of the casino was vast and covered in red and black dĂ©cor, giving it a sultry but eloquent touch. We had barely walked in when our coats and purses were taken to a garderobe for safe keeping. And before Tom could explain much about the place and the type of events that were held here, we were swarmed by quite a few wizards and witches, all very keen of talking to Tom, of holding his attention for more than five minutes. It seems like that hasnât changed since Hogwarts.
I remained by his side and smiled, only spoke up when I was addressed to as I was too busy searching the roomâthe crowdâfor the familiar face that I was here in the first place. I had opted to wear a long-sleeved dress as it was still cold outside, the velvet fabric feeling soft against my skin, keeping me perhaps too warm inside the parched room. The neckline of it was a deeper cut, just shy of stopping at the swell of my breasts, and I had decorated my long neck with emeralds that glinted prettily under the light. The dress was long, I had to be careful not to step on it with the heel of my high heels, and it was a poison green, tricky as under the light it glimmered green, however, otherwise it appeared black. I had pulled my hair away from my face and curled the strands, letting them fall free against my back as simple emerald earrings decorated my ears.
I was itching to hold onto something as I tried not to fidget with my hands, preferably to feel the comforting weight of the bottle of pills, but as they were hidden away in my purse, the only reassurance that I wasnât completely defenceless lay hidden under my long dress, strapped against my shin was my wand. Over the years, I have learned to excel in wandless magic completely, but just knowing that I had my wand on me helped ease my nervous heartbeat. My eyes never stopped surveying the crowd, waiting to spot those round eyes and cherry-red lips.
âArenât you the Songsâ daughter, my dear?â I felt a lady gently touch my arm in order to grab my attention, and I averted my eyes from the back of a man who seemed to have a form similar to Seonghwaâs.
âI am.â I answered the older lady with a pleasant smile, trying to seem cordial despite my nerves.
âOh, you are gorgeous.â She whispered, fingering the velvet sleeve of my dress, lips pursed, âYou were a Slytherin, yes?â
âYes.â I hummed, glancing side ways at Tom, wondering whether he could save me from this stranger, but he was busy speaking to who seemed to be the ladyâs husband, âDoes that matter?â
âWell, Slytherins are highly regarded in our society, we are prestige, you know?â The old lady smirked, and I gently pulled my hands behind my back, feeling uncomfortable that she wouldnât stop touching my dress.
âI wouldnât call ourselves prestige when most from our house turn towards the usage of the Dark Arts in inconvenient and illegal ways.â I grumbled, trying to hide my distaste as the older lady chuckled, eyes narrowing at me.
âSo, you seem to share your parentsâ beliefs, after all.â I heaved a long sigh, looking at the lady with a pressing glare. It was always about my parents, about sharing their beliefs. I was fed up with hearing that over and over again. What did people expect of me? To follow the âpathâ of other Slytherins and join dark causes? Why did everyone have prejudices of us? And most of all, why did everyone assume all Slytherins were evil and would turn against what was right to do?
âMy parents are mighty people and proud of their legacy.â My voice was harsh as I squared my shoulders back, the older ladyâs eyes slightly widened, âMy mother was a Hufflepuff and she raised me with compassion and fierce love that taught me how to differentiate wrong from right. My father was a Ravenclaw that is beyond wise his years and values knowledge above anything else, he taught me that there is no reason to live if you donât learn constantly, if you donât find a passion that you excel in. Excuse me if I find no joy in slaying those innocents around me, if I donât enjoy tea parties organized to discuss who would and who wouldnât live another day. You, and everyone else, should know basic human decency and stop playing the Gods youâll never be. I am Slytherin proud of my heritage, and Merlin be damned if I let another one look down on me because of my parents, who have achieved things far beyond your capability in this fragile life that we live. So, if you happen to have a problem with me, or the fact that I am a Song, please, speak to be bluntly and not in riddles.â
The older ladyâs mouth hung open in shock, and we have earned the attention of Tom and the man he was talking to, the two looking just as taken aback as the lady. Well, Tom didnât look that much surprised, his frown told me of his distaste towards my words, and the swift glare sent my way signalled to me to shut up. But I didnât want to, my nerves were on a high and if one more person mentions my parents and the fact that I am the âSongsâ daughterâ, I shall repeat my speech proud and loud for the whole room to hear. It wasnât hard to guess that it was infested with Grindelwaldâs people, and my stomach churned as I felt Tomâs fingers sneak around my wrist, holding it so firmly I almost winced in pain.
âSheâs opiniated.â Is what the old man said at last, eyes narrowed as he pulled his wife closer into his side, âIs this who youâve looked up to at Hogwarts? The woman youâve mentioned before?â
My breath stilled as I looked at Tom confused, feeling suddenly uncomfortable as I tried to untangle his fingers from my wrist but he wasnât letting go. Was Seonghwa right all along? Was Tom trying to veer me away from Seonghwa while we were at Hogwarts? Had I been actually blind to Tomâs advances? But that mustnât have been possible, Iâve heard Tom say multiple times that he wasnât capable of feeling love for anyone, nor was he interested in maintaining any relationships, not even friendships.
âI apologize for her harsh words,â Tom bowed his head humbly, making my eyebrows furrow, âin her field of work she must be blunt and unfiltered, sometimes that slips into her everyday life too.â
I grit my teeth, but remained silent as the older man chuckled, eyes twinkling as he took me in. My face was a mask of impassiveness despite the urge to jinx both him and his wife. Deciding that I didnât want to partake in this wretched conversation anymore, I turned my head and allowed my eyes to survey the crowd again. I heard Tomâs voice, but I paid no mind to what words were said. I knew the older couple walked away with a laugh on their lips, and I felt Tomâs eyes piercing the side of my head, but I was frozen. My tremors returned in the worst way, making my arms tremble as I tried to gulp but my throat felt dry, eyes glassing over the longer I looked at the familiar, yet so foreign face of my once lover. He was far from us, in the heart of the crowd as he tipped his head back, lips pulled into a charming smile as he laughed. The sound was swallowed by the cacophony created by the conversing people and the playing orchestra, yet I could hear its warm timbre as if he were right next to me.
He had also changed, became less boyish looking and turned sharper in angles he didnât have before. His jaw was sharp and his nose tall, his round eyes void of the softness I was so used to receiving from him. His cheekbones were more defined than before, his cheeks having lost the baby fat I so loved pinching, and his black hair was longer than I have ever seen it before, framing his face, falling onto his forehead as his bangs were styled carefully. Gone were his wild curls that he always struggled to keep in one place. Park Seonghwa has changed since the last time Iâve seen him, and I was afraid I couldnât recognize him anymore. Had Grindelwald stolen away even the last remnants of my lover?
âI canât breathe.â I croaked out as I held onto my middle, my muscles so tense I was in pain as I tried not to double over and empty the contents of my stomach. I needed my pills, I had to take them before I would cause a scene. Suddenly, as Seonghwaâs eyebrows furrowed and his eyes turned sharp, vigilante, and found mine, Tom obscured my view of him, eyebrows furrowed in concern, yet I couldnât actually see the concern in his eyes, or on his face.
âLetâs head over to the bar,â He said quietly, grabbing my hand and stopping the absent-minded scratching I had started doing, âwater will do you good.â
I hummed, unable to will my legs to move, and felt thankful when Tom gently coerced me towards the bar, nestling my arm in his as he pulled me into his side, his cologne foreign. There was nothing comforting about his presence, unlike how Hongjoongâs had been, and I struggled to regulate my breathing and frantic heartbeats, telling myself that I was here on a mission and that I had to place aside any feelings I felt towards Seonghwa. I couldnât compromise my mission this way, I was here to offer Seonghwa a way out. If I wasnât able to keep it together for just one night, then why was I even here?
Too wrapped up in my mind, I didnât hear Tom speak to the bartender, nor did I see the glass of water that was placed in front of me until Tom poked my trembling hands and pushed the glass towards me. I quickly took it and gulped down the cool water in a few sips, thankful that the ache in my throat was finally soothed. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as I placed the glass back onto the surface of the bar, willing my muscles to loosen up as I licked my lips, Tomâs pressing stare becoming irritating. I exhaled slowly and opened my eyes, glancing over to Tom, voice raspy as I spoke up, âThank you.â
âIâm here for you.â Tom muttered, grabbing my hand and making the hairs stand on my arms as I didnât want to be touched. But I said nothing as I gulped and nodded once, focusing on my trembling hands as I knew Tom had noticed them, his eyes straying towards them. If only I could fetch my purse to take just one pill, it would help a lot right now. I sighed and had started pulling my hand away from Tomâs just as a person appeared right next to Tom, lean body leaning against the bar as his eyes were cold, narrow, and piercing.
âGood evening.â He spoke up upon making eye contact with me, and I forgot how to breathe all over again, âMiss Song, Mr. Riddle.â
âMr. Park.â My voice was a mere whisper as our eyes bore into each other, mine desperately searching for a semblance of the man I used to love. But it was gone, innocence and youth long ripped from him, now only a shell of the dorky and geeky boy that used to recite poems to me that he found in muggle books. It broke my heart; it made me madâit made my hands tremble even worse.
âOh, and who are these?â A very thick accented female voice spoke up, her dark red lips pulled into a pleasant and friendly smile as her eyes rivalled Tomâs blueness. I gulped, eyes straying from her onto Seonghwa as he looked down at her, his expression softening as he placed an arm around her middle. I didnât allow myself to feel anything upon seeing that as my eyes snapped back up to Seonghwaâs face, waiting for his next move.
âOld acquittances from Hogwarts.â He said easily, flashing the woman a quick fake smile, âThis is Rhaena, she went to Beauxbatons.â
âPleased to meet you!â Her French accent was irritating as she extended her hand to shake, eyes stalling on Tom for a second too long. I bit the insides of my cheeks, trying to reign in my scowl as Tom elegantly pressed a kiss against her knuckles, smirking at her with a charming gaze.
âMy name is Song Y/N.â I introduced myself confidently once it was my turn to shake her hand, my handshake firm and perhaps too strong as Rhaena winced while my eyes landed on Seonghwa, my own lips pulling into an unamused smirk, âI must admit being introduced as mere acquittances leaves me with a distaste I didnât think Iâd harbour towards you, Mr. Park.â
Tom laughed loudly, watching Seonghwa with a challenging look as Rhaena turned and looked back at him with a quirk to her eyebrow, âMy memories must be murky, my apologies, itâs been long since weâve last seen each other, Miss Song. But I see you continue entertaining your old admirersââ
âAdmirer is a strong word,â Tom cut him off with a chuckle, but it was far from being friendly as he glared at Seonghwa, âI merely admire Miss Songâs working etiquette, always have, ever since our time at Hogwarts, I suppose. Is it such a crime to look up to a strong, ambitious, and independent woman?â
I could see the spark of interest in Rhaenaâs eyes the longer Tom talked, and it irked me. If she was with Seonghwa, why was she so openly interested in other men? Did Seonghwa not see? Did he not care? Seonghwa deserved better than a woman who couldnât remain loyal to him.
âAmbitious with foolish ideasââ Before Seonghwa could finish his jab and break my heart more than it was already, Rhaena interjected, smiling widely at Tom. I knew he wasnât interested in her, but it was scary how well he played his act of looking interested in the eager woman.
âI have always loved a man who is able to recognize the power his partner holds and worship her like a queen.â Rhaenaâs lips pulled into a suggestive smirk as she licked her lips, eyes raking over Tomâs body, making me feel uncomfortable as I eyed the two. Tom chuckled under his breath but I noticed the way his jaw clenched and unclenched.
âYouâre too daring for me, Miss Rhaena.â Tom settled with saying, making the French woman pout as she suddenly pressed herself to Seonghwaâs side, who was glaring at Tomâs blatant rejection.
âAnd Miss Song isnât?â Seonghwaâs lips pulled into a vicious smile, face contorting into something sinister as he continued with an air of insignificance, âAfter all, Aurors take great pride in their work and never place anyone above themselves.â
âMiss Song knows the distinction between her personal life and her work.â Tom snapped back, grabbing the sleeve of my dress when I started shuffling on my feet, feeling uncomfortable by the exchange. I felt a little prodding in my mind and as I glanced at Tom, he was already looking at me with a frown. I nonverbally reassured him that I was okay, and finally admitted to him that I was here on a mission. He understood quickly and didnât ask questions, only stated that heâd help me with whatever.
âSo, you two are married, then? Rhaena kept on antagonizing us as our telepathic conversation was broken, and my eyebrows furrowed as I scoffed.
âTom is an old friend that I have always been fond of, are you married to Seonghwa?â Perhaps my tone was too snappy, perhaps my words gave away too much. I gulped, realizing that my emotions were getting the best of me, making me ponder again whether I should just go ask for my purse to take another pill. Things were going horribly; this isnât what I had planned for the night.
âNo.â It was Seonghwa who answered, voice deep and laced with anger, âWhat are you doing here, Miss Song? I havenât seen you at the casino before.â
âIâm here to accompany Tom as heâs told me heâs been feeling rather lonely on his visits to the casino.â I plastered on a fake smile, levelling my voice so that they wouldnât be able to tell that I was lying. Even Tom seemed to be surprised as he hummed next to me in confirmation of said lie, tilting his head as he looked at Seonghwa challengingly, âItâs a nice break from my work that you seem to know so much of, Mr. Park.â
But Rhaena seemed to be stuck on a different part of the conversation, âMr. Riddle, would you like to be my first dance partner of the night?â
I stiffened as Tom chuckled, giving me a quick glance before he nodded and extended his hand for Rhaena to take. She batted her eyelashes at him and pursed her lips as she waved at Seonghwa, walking off with Tom towards the dance floor. I gulped, eyes stuck onto them as I subconsciously started rubbing my left hand, nails digging into my skin painfully, scratching the skin as it left marks. My heart had started hammering against my chest, and I couldnât face Seonghwa as I felt his piercing gaze bore into the side of my head. I knew why I was here; I knew what I wanted to say to him, but his hostile attitude wasnât something I had expected, and now I felt like I needed to rethink and reformulate everything I had wanted to say to him.
Jumping at the sudden warm touch against my hand, I faced Seonghwa with wide eyes as he squeezed my fingers, stopping me from scratching my skin up more. My eyebrows furrowed as my hand tingled, leaving my throat dry once again as Seonghwaâs expression was blank, his round eyes having lost their beautiful and warm glimmer.
âWill you dance with me?â His voice was quiet, tone almost dejected, and I gulped as I nodded wordlessly. He didnât release my hand, instead, he intertwined his fingers with mine as he led the way towards the dancing crowd, making my insides churn at the familiar feel of his larger palm pressing against my small one.
For a second, I felt like a teenager back at Hogwarts, dancing with Seonghwa under the moonlight to a melody that he so often hummed. But the bodies that nearly collided into mine did a good job of helping me repress the memory to stay level-headed, and instead, I straightened my back and finally remembered what I was taught when I was training to become an Auror. The mission was my number one priority now, and so, I repressed all emotions and slipped a neutral expression onto my face as Seonghwa stopped in the middle of the crowd and turned around to face me. He raised our intertwined hands and yanked me towards himself, taking me off guard as I stumbled into his body. He swiftly grabbed onto my hip and I steadied myself as I held onto his shoulder, turning my head away to gaze over it as Seonghwaâs eyes landed on my face. My heart was hammering against my ribcage, skin burning everywhere it touched Seonghwaâs.
It felt familiar being in his hold, warm and comforting, yet his body was tense and on-alert. Seonghwa was a smart man, he knew if I was here, other Aurors might be too, he was on the look-out in case he needed to flee. My body was tense too, but for different reasons. I was trying not to give in to the yearning of my consciousness after the warm body that I knew so well, the embrace that made me feel like the luckiest person on the planet, the lips that ignited my skin on fire wherever they touched. I have missed Seonghwa so much that sometimes I wondered if my impeding madness was imposed upon me by our separation.
âItâs unexpected seeing you here.â Seonghwa muttered carefully, voice void of the previous hostility. I gulped and nodded, having to agree with him.
âI was curious of this place.â That wasnât a total lie, and Seonghwa could tell. I felt his finger graze against my knuckles, gently rubbing them, but I ignored it for my peace of mindâwhich I was already struggling with.
âAnd how do you like it?â
âItâs too pompous, fake, prestigious.â
âPeople are here to make beneficial connections, of course itâs fake.â Seonghwaâs voice had dropped low so that nobody but me would hear him. I hummed, licking my lips as I felt him pull me more into himself as we danced around in a small circle, his familiar cologne making my head spin. Even after all these years, he looked and felt like the Seonghwa I once fell in love with.
âYour hair is long now.â I had no idea why I said that but I couldnât take it back now, and Seonghwaâs steps stuttered for a second, making me step on my dress.
âIâve always liked it better like this,â He said once he cleared his throat, âI kept it short because my parents didnât like it.â
âI know.â I whispered and closed my eyes, giving in to my bodyâs cravings as I felt Seonghwaâs hand slip lower, press firmly against my lower back as our bodies flushed together, making me let out a stuttered breath.
âAnd your parents, are they well?â I felt bile rise up in my throat upon the question that left his mouth. He knew about them, of course he did, it was his people who sent them into hiding. My parents had played an enormous part in discovering the identity of Grindelwaldâs men and their hideout. Of course, they were being hunted by Grindelwald now. I wasnât safe either, but I was an Auror now, a talented one, Grindelwald wouldnât waste his time on somebody who could very well defend themselves against him and his army. At least, not yet. Iâm sure my time will come too.
âYouâre being a hypocrite right now, Seonghwa.â I snapped, hearing him heave a sigh.
âTheyâve always been kind to me, I do not wish mal-intent towards themââ
âAnd towards others?â I snapped, eyebrows furrowed as I pulled my head back to be able to look him in the eyes, âTowards all the innocent lives Grindelwald has takenâyou have taken?!â
Seonghwa gulped, jaw clenching as his eyes narrowed, âThereâs nothing innocent about being oppressed and having to hide our true nature while those mudbloods continue living their lives carefree and in peace.â
âMudbloods.â I whispered, shaking my head in disappointment at Seonghwa, âYouâre a half-blood, Seonghwaââ
âEnough.â Seonghwa snapped, his grip on my hand turning just a little painful, âI do not want to hear whatever you have to sayââ
âWell, that is hilarious, Seonghwa.â I chuckled humourless, eyes narrowing at him in annoyance, âYou cannot silence me, you cannot tell me what to do.â
âI can silence you,â He gulped, eyebrows furrowing, âfor forever, if I want to.â
I froze, feeling a chill run down my spine, and then I just chuckled. I raised my eyebrows at him, looking him in the eyes challengingly, âLike youâve silenced all those unassuming folk living in those village you burned to a crisp?!â
Seonghwaâs face contorted in anger, his round eyes narrowing as they stared me down fiercely, a dangerous glint in them, âWhat had to be done was done. They refused to join our cause.â
âA cause that is wrong and harms others, Seonghwa.â My voice raised slightly as I had lost my patience, our faces leaning in close as we both breathed through our noses harshly, glaring down each other, âYouâve done so many atrocities that youâre afraid to face the repercussions, isnât it? Itâs still not late, Seonghwa, if you come with me tonight, I can make things less painful for you. I can convince the officials to lessen your sentence, I can make them reason with you. If you say you regret everything youâve done and that you will strive to fix your mistake, they willââ
âI will never do that.â Seonghwa hissed and I felt his breath fan my face, âI stand by what I believe in, I stand by what I have done, Y/N. You are on the wrong side, and you all will pay.â
Body shaking from both anger and anxiety, I tried to inhale deeply and exhale, but my throat felt restricted, and the longer I remained in Seonghwaâs arms the more choked up I would feel. I needed to get away, to get away from the man that didnât resemble my once lover. This wasnât the Seonghwa I had fallen in love with, this wasâa monster standing in front of me. I bit my lower lip, feeling them tremble as I tried to supress the desperate need to cry, I wouldnât do it. Not here, not in front of him, not ever again. I have cried enough because of him.
Feeling unsafe and cold in his arms, I tried to detach myself from Seonghwa, but his hold only tightened as his eyebrows further furrowed, looking like he was fighting with himself, a turmoil going on inside his mind. My blood froze over when my eyes slipped from his face, falling onto the necklace that sat against his black shirt, sparkling underneath the dim lights. It was the star necklace I had gifted him. Shaking my head, I looked back up in his eyes, grabbing onto the collar of his vest as Seonghwaâs arms held me in a firm embrace, fingers pressing painfully so into my lower back, âSeonghwa.â
And when his eyes shook, I knew he had lost control over himself, over his emotions, over his mind. I felt my eyes fill with tears for breaking even the little trust thatâs remained between the two of us as our eyes bled into each other, making it easy for me to push through his fragile mindâs barriers. It was frightening how dark his thoughts were, revolving around murder and strategies of taking down even more people, of converting even more wizards and witches for their âgreaterâ cause. It was terrifying how good of a manipulator Grindelwald was, the fatherly look in his eyes when he looked at Seonghwa, the praises that left his mouth addictingâthe complete opposite of Seonghwaâs muggle father who would never understand our world. I felt a small resistance trying to build itself back up in his mind, but I was strongerâTomâs lessons at Hogwarts had paid off, the Auror training only making my acquired skills strongerâand so, I pushed forward, searching for anything that would be of use for future purposes.
In my search, I stumbled past sleepless nights spent staring up at the ceiling, of tear-filled eyes and salty cheeks as a familiar man cradled Seonghwa to his chest, shushing him and reassuring him of a bright ending. I heard broken whispers of my name as heâd wake up in a cold sweat from a nightmare, of lustful touches that were turned down in a haste at last, and ear-piercing shouts that sent everything tumbling to the ground, shattering. And then, painfilled screams and pleas for mercy, people on their knees crying, mothers cradling their children to their chests as their houses burned down andâa piece of parchment that wouldâve been blank if it wasnât for the name of the town scribbled down on it, Grindelwaldâs harsh voice commanding my once lover to make everyone perish, nobody spared. He didnât need anyone on his side from that village, he wanted revenge. Revenge on my parents and on everyone whoâs ever tried to mislead him and take him down. Mingi. Yunho.
Seonghwa and I gasped loudly as he finally managed to push me out of his mind, not that I wanted to see anything beyond this. I have seen everything I needed. I had to alert the aurors of the attack Grindelwald had planned on our hideout. My heart raced in fear for my loved ones, and suddenly, I became aware of the hands holding my arms painfully, making me hiss out in pain as I looked up at Seonghwaâs face, feeling my heart still as his eyes were filled with tears, shaking, mouth agape as he looked speechless. I knew heâd hate me for invading his mind without permission, but I had to do it. Our trust in each other has been long broken; I was doing this for the greater good. Seonghwa wouldnât understand, but he didnât have to. Despite being a monster, he did something good, he contributed to saving hundreds of lives by weakening his mental barrier.
âYou-youââ His voice was shaky as his eyebrows furrowed, body starting to shake from anger, âhow could you?!â
âYou made me do this, Seonghwa.â I gulped, jumping when he grabbed my nape painfully so, yanking our heads so close to each other that our lips brushed together. I felt my knees grow weak, it would be so easy to press my lips against his now, to feel the soft and plush skin against mine, to devour him and taste him. Heâs always felt like home, but would he still feel like it? âYou gave me no choice, Seonghwa.â
He scoffed, sneering at me as I whimpered when his fingernails dug into the sensitive skin of my neck, âYouâre a monster, theyâve turned you into a monster.â
âAs they have with you.â I whispered, biting the inside of my cheek to stop myself from crying, to keep myself from surrendering to Seonghwa completely. Seonghwa huffed, looking like he couldnât believe what I have just said, eyes falling onto my lips as I tilted my head back, hands smoothing against his chest as my fingers ached from griping onto his vest so tightly. And my eyelashes threatened to flutter closed when Seonghwa angled his head just a little lower, his plump lips slotted perfectly against mine if one of us were to just tip our heads even the slightest forward.
But we were monsters to each other, the bogeyman of each otherâs stories.
 1943
           I was close to finishing my patrolling duties, the Astronomy Tower my last stop before I could head back to the Slytherin common room and catch up on some much-needed sleep. Our examinations for the end of the year were nearing, more notedly, we only had one more week to catch up on every lesson before weâd be subjected to the long week of finals. It was stressful and I barely had any time for anything besides studying, so, much like others, I was cooped up in the library, scribbling down any necessary information that I mightâve missed during classes. Seonghwa and I only met up when weâd have breakfast, lunch, and dinner in the dining hallâunless one of us decided to skip due to not having studied enough that day. But that was alright, we both valued our studies and grades above all and, besides, we left little messages for each other in hidden places that we knew the other would patrol in the evenings after curfew.
The steps to the Astronomy Tower were steep and made of thick concrete, I pressed my palm against the stone wall for guidance and to feel safer as I was headed up to the tower. I had a slight fear of heights, which wasnât too handy when I had to fly on a broom, hence why I never even considered playing Quidditch despite finding it cool and entertaining. Hongjoong couldâve probably brewed me a potion that made my fear halt but then again, I donât know how smart it would have been to trust Hongjoong with even the simplest potions. He loved experimenting, and I had been on the receiving end of his failed brews one too many times. I am sure Madam Gorsemoor, herself, will banish me from this school if I turn up with an aching tummy to her Infirmary one more time.
I was panting by the time I reached the top of the stairs, all I had to do was round the corner and peek around it, then I could bolt back down to the Slytherin dormitories. However, just as I was about to do that, I heard hushed voices echoing around the stone walls. I couldnât tell exactly what was being said as the voices were low, nonetheless, I did have to interrupt whatever was going on as I was a PrefectâI would even need to deduct house points if these were students and not professors. Squaring my shoulders and straightening my back to look more menacing than I actually wasâwith hopes of scaring off the studentsâI power-walked around the corner, only to freeze in the next second. Seonghwa stood leaning against the railing of the terrace, the wind howling loudly without the walls protecting us, and he was speaking to Rabastan Lestrange. My eyebrows furrowed as I noticed another figure sitting down, feet dangling over the ledge as he was leaned back on his hands, gazing up at the bright starry night sky, Hongjoong.
I didnât understand what was happening, and I gulped as I carefully hid back around the corner, grateful that the three boys hadnât noticed me. I peeked my head around the stone wall, still, and cast a wandless eavesdropping spell, Seonghwa and Rabastanâs voices suddenly tangible to my ears.
âSo, what youâre saying is that your parents got everything ready for us?â Seonghwaâs usually warm voice lacked emotion now, and I could see that his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.
âYes, all we have to do is give them the go.â Rabastanâs voice was harsh much like his fatherâs, and my eyebrows furrowed even more as I felt more confused than ever. What was this about and how did Seonghwa know Rabastan? What even was the purpose of this meeting after curfew? Was it worth it for Rabastan and Hongjoong to get caught and have house points reduced?
âBut are you certain weâve got enough people on the inside?â Seonghwa pressed on, sounding stressed, âOut of twenty-five people I have talked to, only ten wanted to join the cause.â
âIs he one of them?â Rabastan scoffed, tilting his head in Hongjoongâs direction as he remained ignorant of the two. I chewed on my bottom lip as Seonghwa glanced back at his best friend then shook his head slightly.
âDonât worry about him,â Seonghwa muttered and Hongjoong gave him a lopsided smirk and a wink. Rabastan looked disgusted as he averted his eyes, glaring at Seonghwa now.
âIf Grindelwald arrives and marches inside the school, we need to have enough students on his side to defend against the other fools, Park.â Rabastan hissed and my eyes widened, a tiny gasp slipping past my lips in shock, âHeâs been planning this for way too long for you to mess it upââ
âAnd I have been planning alongside him just as much, Lestrange.â Seonghwa leered as he got all up in Rabastanâs face, his face contorted in anger. I had never seen Seonghwa look like that, I couldnât believe this was real, that my Seonghwa was saying such things. What did he mean heâs been planning alongside himâalongside Grindelwald?! Was Seonghwa doing bad things behind my back? There had to be an explanation to all of this, this can only be a sick joke. Before I could react, Hongjoong tipped his head back, looking rather bored until we made eye contact. His eyes widened instantly and his mouth fell open as he struggled to scramble up as I shook my head at him ânoâ, but it was already too late.
âSeonghwa!â He hissed, and I watched as my lover looked over to his best friend with an irked expression on his face until he followed Hongjoongâs line of sight, our eyes meeting. I gasped, my heart racing in my chest as I whirled around and took off running, waving off the spell I had cast. I held onto the railing tightly as I tried to make my way fast down the stairs, struggling not to stumble and accidentally fall as I heard hurried footsteps echo behind me, laboured breaths leaving the personâs mouth. I didnât dare look back to see who was following after me, but if they werenât casting jinxes my way it meant that I was somewhat safe. At least as long as they didnât reach the end of the staircase. The winding stairs seemed to suddenly never end as the wind howled in the distance the closer I got to the bottom, to the wooden door that was ajar as I had left it like that, the key to the door sitting in my pocket.
My lungs heaved for air as I finally reached the last stone step, letting go of the railing as I ran for the wooden door, screaming in fright when I felt a hand wrap around my bicep and yank me back before I could leave. I was whirled around and pushed against the door as I frantically tried to fight off the hands gripping my arms now.
âY/N, itâs me.â The breathy voice was gentle, âMy love, itâs Seonghwa.â
But that wasnât comforting to hear anymore as my head snapped up, wide eyes staring at Seonghwaâs worried face. I gulped and gripped his forearms, pulling him closer towards me as our chests rose and fell quickly, âExplain.â
Seonghwaâs face blanched, skin paling as he gulped, his grip softening against my biceps, âIâwhat you heard isnâtâmy love, letâs stay level-headedââ
âIs it true?â I snapped, jaw clenching as I couldnât stand to hear him stutter, âWhat Lestrange has said, is it true, Seonghwa?!â
âCalm down firstââ
âDonât tell me to calm down!â I screamed and fought his grip off, pushing him away from me. My hands had started trembling as I stared at him with disgust, trying to make sense of everything, âIt is true?! Are you on-on Grindelwaldâs side?!â
âY/N,â Seonghwa froze, his expression suddenly faltering as he looked past me, at the wooden door, âYesâYes, I am.â
I felt my heart clench as tears flooded my eyes in an instant, and I was gripping Seonghwaâs shirt in a flash, yanking him down to be eye-level with me, âTell me youâre lying. Look me in the eyes.â
Seonghwaâs jaw clenched and unclenched as he licked his lips, struggling to take a long breath as his eyes fell on my face, searching for something that he didnât find as suddenly he looked resigned, âItâs not a lie, my love, I have chosen to support Grindelwaldâs cause. Weâve been forced to suffer for too long, shunned into hiding while those creatures do as they please, while they live the lives we are supposed to live.â
I shuddered at his words and released him as if he had burned me, hugging my arms around my middle as I bit my bottom lip, a few tears having escaped my eyes, âYou were there. At Lucyâs funeral, you were there, Seonghwa. She died because of Grindelwald. Her entire familyâeradicated, burned down, because she was an innocent Muggle.â
Seonghwaâs eyes were filled with tears too as I had started crying now, hands shaking even more as I tried to wipe my cheeks dry, but the tears just kept flowing, âIâm sorry.â
âYouâre sorry?!â I snapped, voice shaking from the betrayal I was feeling, from anger, and from feeling like my heartâs been ripped out, âHow could you look me in the eyes every single day, touch me, when youâve been going behind my back and plotting such atrocious thing, Seonghwa?!â
âI wanted to tell you but youâyouââ I took a step back as Seonghwa tried to reach out for me, watching the hurt expression on his face due to my rejection, âI knew youâd react like this; I just couldnât tell you. Youâdâruin our plans.â
It felt like a punch to the gut hearing the love of my life say those things and I laughed, body shaking in despair and pain that this is the side my lover had chosen. The man I thought I would marry one day, give children to, grow old with. Yet here he stood in front of me, with tears streaming down his faceâan abomination, just a mere shell of what he used to be, âYour father is a muggle, Hwa.â
His jaw clenched and he swiftly wiped his tears off his cheeks, taking deep breaths to calm himself down, âAnd heâs never been good to me.â
I gulped as I closed my eyes and willed my muscles to ease up a bit so that I could move again. I brushed my hair back as I blinked my eyes open, a little blurry from the tears that still threatened to spill out, but I sucked it up and nodded, ignoring my heart that was crying out for my mind to stop, not to say the words that would leave my lips soon, âGoodbye, Mr. Park.â
âWhat?â Seonghwaâs eyebrows furrowed as I grabbed the door handle behind me and bowed my head respectfully.
âFinish your Prefect duties and go back to your dormitory.â My voice was devoid of any emotion as I yanked the wooden door open behind myself, mind numb and silent for once, âI shall do the same, I wonât report this to Headmaster Dippet just yet.â
âY/N, what are youââ
âI believe itâs Miss Song to you, Mr. Park.â
Seonghwaâs eyes widened as I stepped outside, hands trembling beyond normal as I had started feeling faint, âY/N, no. No, you cannot leave me, I donâtâI cannotâplease, Y/N, my love, please donât. I cannot live without you, Y/Nââ
The wooden door was loud as it slammed shut in my face, making my knees go weak as I tumbled to the floor, gasping for air as my whole chest felt on fire, tears wetting my cheeks before I could even try to stop them from escaping. The gut-wrenching sob that rippled through the hallway despite the wooden door that separated us made my skin crawl, my heart screaming at me to go back and take back everything Iâd said to Seonghwa, but my mind knew what was right. My mind knew there was no further future for us, for Seonghwa.
He had chosen his path, and I have chosen mine.
           Like many knew, my work etiquette was beyond pristine and precise. I valued my missions above anything else, and so, I had wasted no time in reporting back to the Aurorâs Officeâto Theseus Scamanderâabout what I had found out at the casino. The attack that Grindelwaldâs menâSeonghwaâwas tasked to lead to avenge their leader. I could only hope that I was on time, that they hadnât gotten to the village just yet, but with Seonghwa knowing that I had discovered their plans, it was probable that I was either too late, or they wouldnât attack anymore. Either way, I was compromised and I needed to move, to go into hiding at one of our safe houses. I had requested to be placed close to Yunho and Mingi, in hopes that I could finally find them and speak to them. I missed them gravely, and slowly I had started feeling crazy without their safe and comforting presence around me.
But my mission wasnât over yet, due to the weight of Seonghwaâs own mission, now I was tasked with killing him. It was a straight-up order, nothing could change their minds. Even if Seonghwa apologized and begged, they wouldnât forgive him. In their eyes, he deserved to dieâand I knew this. He did deserve to die, but I couldnât ignore the growing lump in my throat and the coil of my stomach any time I tried to come up with a plan to lure him towards me. I was a trained professional, and I was tasked to kill a man. It would have been like second nature if said main wasnât Seonghwa. I didnât know how to proceed just yet, but I knew upon seeing Mingi and Yunho I would find solace in their presence and inspiration in their ideas. But one thing was certain, I would never be able to face Hongjoong again if my mission was successful.
I had woken up early in the morning to pack away my most important belongings, stuffing old polaroids deep into my satchel bagâthe same one I had used at Hogwarts. At times when I felt nostalgic and missed the good old times, I would flip through the moving polaroids that had been taken at Hogwarts, many of them of Seonghwa and I, or of Seonghwa, Hongjoong, and I. Despite Yunho and Mingi having entered my life recentlyâthree years ago, more specificallyâthe pictures of the three of us belonged in the same pile. Those two were like the brothers I never had.
I had taken my time to venture into the Muggle World and buy enough pills to last me three months in case I had to hide for a longer period of time, and I was already tempted to abuse the prescribed amount as I placed the third bottle away in my satchel bag, zipping it closed and placing it down onto the floor, next to my other bags. Now all I had to do was wait for the official that would fetch me and Apparate me to the safe house. Only a select few knew of its location, and I would be granted permission only once we have arrived to it. It didnât help either that last night I was plagued with nightmares, the lack of sleep and the pills I had taken earlier this morning made me feel drowsy now, making me contemplate if taking a nap right now was smart or not. But I felt too restless to sleep, and thus, I couldnât stop pacing around my main hallway, chewing away at my bottom lip. I was thinking of ways that I could deal with Seonghwa, desperately trying to find a way out in which he remained alive, when there were three firm knocks at my front door. I released a stressed sigh, grateful that the official was finally here and that I wouldnât have to think about my issues for a little while.
I hurried over to the door, unlocking it quickly and yanking it open, freezing in surprise. The black cloaked figure was tall, head leaning down and obscured by a hood, making me wonder if the Ministry had changed up their customs and forgot to update me about them. But then, the person raised their head just until I could see their eyes, and I froze. Round eyes were narrowed into a ferocious glare and I gasped as I went to slam the door shut, fear striking my whole body as Seonghwa threw himself against my front door, pushing with all of his force to throw it open. I hissed as I leaned against the door heavily, refusing to give up, but Seonghwa gave it an aggressive push and I was sent tumbling back as I crashed into the round table placed in the middle of the hallway. He pushed the door open with his foot and unclipped his cloak from around his shoulders as he elegantly stepped inside, eyes cautiously glancing around, surveying the place. Perhaps he was looking to make sure I was alone.
I quickly snapped out of my initial shock and pushed off the table, heart beating fast as I ran around the table, going to fetch my wand which was placed atop the fireplace, but suddenly I felt my feet tangle together, sending me face first down onto the floor. I groaned as I narrowly avoided banging my head against the surface and rolled onto my back as I heard footsteps quickly approach. Staring up at Seonghwa wide eyed, his wand pointed at me, I narrowed my eyes and watched as the wand flew out of his hand at my non-verbal spell. His jaw clenched and I quickly jumped up to my feet, eyeing his wand, contemplating whether I should grab his instead as I knew he was never too good at wandless magic. I could only hope that was still true.
But as I lunged towards his wand, which had rolled underneath the table, Seonghwa lunged for me, arms wrapping around me and tackling me onto the table. I gasped as I collided against the surface painfully so, my shoulder digging into the sturdy wood as Seonghwa pressed my cheek with his hand against the surface without mercy.
âYouâve got a nice little cottage for yourself, Miss Song.â He sneered leaning down, âA little too daring for my taste. You didnât even have wards set up.â
I huffed and grabbed his wrist with my left hand, which wasnât trapped underneath my body, and yanked his hand off my face, kicking his shin hard with my leg, âI fear no one, Mr. Park. One doesnât need wards when they live on the edge a Wizarding and Muggle town.â
âThatâs where youâre wrong, my love.â I gulped at the once endearing nickname, and trashed around until Seonghwaâs hold loosened, âYou made tracking you so easy.â
I chuckled as I finally wrestled my way out from underneath Seonghwa, âPerhaps I wanted to be found, my love, perhaps you just willingly walked into my trap, Hwa.â
Seonghwa froze for a second, face falling as I smirked and jumped up, hand curling around his neck as I threw him into the wall behind him, making him gasp at the sheer force I had used. I had never fought physically against Seonghwa, we had only duelled at Hogwarts. He had no idea what I was capable of in hand-to-hand combat. But I also had no idea how he fought, and I was certainly taken aback when I felt his knee raise into my stomach, making me suck in a sharp breath of air. My hand left his neck as I doubled over, fighting the urge to vomit as Seonghwa looked down at me with a dark look in his eyes. I felt fingers card through my hair and my head was yanked back as I groaned, looking up into his eyes with venom.
âYouâre rather unprepared for someone whoâs just lured me into their trap.â Seonghwa leered, leaning down, but before he could get too close, I stomped on his foot harshly, making him cry out as he let go of me, pushing me to the side. Regaining my balance, I dashed towards the fireplace to retrieve my wand and I heard hurried movement behind myself as well as we both turned around at the same time, wands held in each otherâs direction threateningly. Neither of us moved nor spoke, our eyes boring into each otherâs to see who would make the first attack. Based on experience, Seonghwa wouldnât attack first, he would wait for me to do that, but I suppose times have changed us as I was forced to dodge an attack that almost made my fireplace explode into pieces. My eyes widened at the aggressive nature of Seonghwaâs attack and decided to return the energy. If he wanted to play dirty and use non-verbal magic, I could certainly match his energy.
I sent a Stupefy his way and watched in satisfaction as it took him off guard and sent him flying into the wall, breaking the small shoe rack that I have mounted myself. I smirked at Seonghwa, tilting my head with a challenging glint in my eyes, until I suddenly lost my footing again. It had seemed like he was fond of the spell. Seonghwa looked slightly dazed as I tried to regain my bearings, my head having hit the floor a little hard this time, but the duel must go on, I have gone through far worse things compared to this.
Sharp icy arrows were shot towards me as I scrambled backward, raising an invisible shield with my left hand as I sent blue fireballs towards Seonghwa using wandless magic. His eyebrows furrowed as he raised his own shield last minute, looking taken aback that I could use my magic so sharply while utilizing three methods at once. I knew he couldnât when his eyes hardened again, giving me time to finally stand up and continue my attack with a spell that had birds materializing and diving for Seonghwa. He yelped and shielded himself, his barrier broken by the birdâs beaks as I shot another Stupefy at him, which he barely avoided as it crashed into the portraits hung onto the wall, sending them crashing to the floor.
I knew his next move before he even did itâI didnât need to read his mind to knowâas I raised another shield, dodging his strong Stupefy as it shattered my spell quite instantly. This duel felt childlike, as if we were testing each otherâs patience, wanting to see who would give in first. It almost felt petty, like he was only teasing me because he was so certain that heâd win. I could count on my fingers how often he had beat me in a duel, and I knew for a fact that he still wasnât better than me. Fed up with our useless fight, I decided to put an end to it as my eyes hardened, Seonghwaâs eyes narrowing upon seeing my expression. But before I could yell out Expelliarmus, I felt my right hand burn, the wand so hot that I had no choice but to drop it as I gasped, the tremors of my hands worsening as I looked back up at Seonghwa. He was smirking, thinking he had won the duel, but I raised my left hand and screamed, âExpelliarmus!â
He didnât expect me not to give in right away, and so, his wand flew out of his hand as I whirled it against the wall, hearing a crack. My breath halted in my throat as my eyes widened in horror, watching as Seonghwaâs broken wand fell to the floor, his jaw falling open as he flinched. The apology was on the tip of my tongue, but the pure rage that had encompassed Seonghwaâs face made me shiver, and I dashed for the front door, trying to escape before his wrath could reach me. But had I miscalculated our distance, and as I grabbed the handle and tried to open the door, I felt a warm presence behind myself as the door was slammed back shut, my breathing loud in the silent room as my heart had started beating fast.
I was frozen, too afraid to move as I didnât know what Seonghwa would do now. The man that stood behind me, stopping me from fleeing, was somebody I didnât know. I could hear Seonghwa trying to level his breaths as his palm remained pressing against the door, his arm brushing against my hair. I tried to calculate my next move, work out what would be the smartest thing to do next, but his proximity made it hard to focus. I had seen him barely two days ago and his touch was still fresh in my mind, haunting my every waking moment, making me crave him like never before.
âWhereâs Riddle when you need him, huh?â Seonghwaâs tone was poisonous, laced with hatred as I tensed, eyebrows furrowing.
âI donât need Riddle,â I hissed, jaw clenching as my grip tightened around the handle, âI can protect myself; I donât need anyone.â
âOne would assume heâd be running here to save you like the lost puppy he was following you around at Hogwartsââ
âTom has no part in my life!â My voice raised as I grew angrier, whirling around to face Seonghwa. I faltered for a second, finding him too close for comfort as he glared down at me, a dangerous glimmer in his eyes as I gulped, âI only used him to get an invite to the casino because I heard he goes there oftenâlike you.â
Seonghwaâs careful mask cracked for a second as his eyebrows twitched, almost turning into a frown, but he caught himself and smirked instead, leaning down, âYou think you can fool me with your pathetic lies?â
âWant me to show you?â I raised an eyebrow challengingly, knowing that it would only make Seonghwa angrier as he detested Legillimency, especially after I have used it on him at the casino.
He scoffed, leaning down closer to my face, âI shouldâve killed you on the spot two nights agoââ
âYet you didnât,â I breathed out with a scoff, âlike I havenât told anyone about you and Lestrangeâs stupid plan of bringing Grindelwald inside Hogwarts.â
âIt wasnât stupidââ
âYou failed.â
âBecause Riddle caused a scene, as always.â Seonghwa hissed, and I jumped when his fist made contact with the door above my head, making me melt back into the sturdy door, heart racing all over again, âI wouldâve killed him a long time ago if Grindelwald hadnât seen potential in him.â
Dread washed over me as I felt my stomach drop, âWhat are you talking about?â
âDonât worry,â Seonghwa leered, tilting his head to the side as his glare made me feel sick to my stomach. Heâs never looked at me like that, with so much venom and hatred, âyour little lover refused his offer and Grindelwald decided to let him live for a little longer.â
âHeâs not my lover.â I snapped, chest rising and falling quickly once again as I started getting angry. When would he understand that I could never look at Tom the way he thinks I did, âI have never harboured any romantic feelings towards TomâI donât even understand how my personal life is any of your business. You donât see me talking ill of Rhaena or questioning her motives with you, Seonghwa.â
He paused as he gulped loudly, his hand slipping lower on the door until it was right next to my head, his wrist brushing against my cheekbone, âRhaena is someone I work with, itâs all professional.â
âI do not care, Seonghwa.â
âYou donât, right.â
I gulped as suddenly an uncertain look crossed Seonghwaâs features, his eyes momentarily softening as I felt my whole body tingle as he stepped closer, his clothes brushing against mine. I felt my mouth go dry as my eyes roamed his face, palms turning into fists as I felt the sudden urge to reach out to him and touch him. Seonghwa placed his other hand against the door too, caging me in between himself and the sturdy surface. His eyebrows furrowed as his dark eyes bore into mine, bangs slightly obscuring his beautiful eyes as he exhaled slowly, closing the distance between our bodies. I shuddered and tilted my head back as he straightened up, my eyes landing on his plush lips as he parted them, tongue poking out to lick his dry lips. My whole body was buzzing as my eyebrows furrowed, my heart and mind fighting a never-ending battle as I couldnât contain myself anymore and reached up, fingers reluctantly touching his cheek.
I wasnât certain if heâd let me as his eyebrows furrowed even more, obvious that he was also struggling to make up his mind. But at last, I decided to be brave and cupped his warm cheek, my hand trembling against his soft skin. Seonghwa gasped quietly as his eyes widened, searching my gaze before his eyes fluttered shut, bringing tears into my eyes. I so desperately wanted to be engulfed by his familiar embrace, the warmth of his safe hug, the feeling of belonging, something I havenât felt ever since we parted ways. Then, just slightly, as my fingers have started tracing his cheekbone, he turned his head and pressed a firm kiss against my wrist, alighting a vicious fire in my body.
âSeonghwa.â I had barely finished whispering his name when my lips were muffled by his, the familiarity of them making me moan as I threw my arms around his shoulders, clinging to him with desperation. Seonghwa inhaled loudly as he gripped my hips and flushed our bodies together to the point you couldnât tell where he started and where I ended, and I pushed up on my tiptoes to better kiss him. His pace was sloppy and desperate as I returned the aggressivity of his own lips, fingers tangling in his dark and long locks, pulling on the strands and making him groan in the back of his throat. He leaned down and I felt his hands travel to my thighs, and I jumped before he could signal for me to, legs wrapping around his hips firmly as he pressed me back up against the sturdy door, moaning against my mouth when I finally parted my lips for his tongue to explore. He tasted like the old Seonghwa, he smelled like the old Seonghwa, he even felt like the old Seonghwa.
His body had gotten sturdier, stronger, and yet despite the desperate way he clung to me, fingers pressing into my cheeks or grabbing at my neck, he remained mindful of hurting me, of being gentle even in our desperation to feel each other, to love each other. His tongue lapped at mine eagerly, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth when he pulled back for a scarce breather, making me chase after his lips again as I couldnât let go of him just yet. Our lips were swollen and covered in our mixed saliva, but I couldnât care less as finally my thoughts were silent, my body and mind only focusing on Seonghwa. He gripped the back of my thighs and I made sure to hold onto him tighter as he pulled me off the door and started walking aimlessly around my cottage, having to pull away from my lips just slightly so that I could give him directions towards my bedroom.
Our clothes were quick to come off, even before we made it to the bedroom, and I found his once flawless skin now littered with scars, bringing tears to my eyes as he shuddered when I gently traced them with my fingertips. My body wasnât perfect either, but it definitely harboured less scars than his, and it made me wonder just how many times heâs been in harms way with no guarantee that heâll make it out alive. Before I could cry, Seonghwaâs lips were pressing against my cheeks, my forehead, my eyes, my nose, my jaw and chin, at last finding my lips as I was guided backwards onto the bed, pressing me down gently as he wasted no time getting on top of me. Despite the passing of time and being away from each other for four years, our bodies seemed to still know the other, our minds remembering every little thing that made the other tick, and it felt natural as we were guided by pure lust and desire for each other.
I had tried to remain composed and focused on Seonghwa, to give back just as much as I was receiving, but when he had settled between my legs, lips pressing feather-like kisses against my thighs until he drove me crazy and had me begging for more, I was a gone woman only able to focus on the immense pleasure his long tongue and plush lips brought, his fingers helping out when it wasnât enough anymore. When my fingers yanked on his hair so hard that it made him whine, tongue lapping at my juices even faster, making me writ around until he held me down by the hips, Seonghwa knew I was close to unravelling, to coming undone on nothing but his tongue and fingers. But he pulled back, he always did, because he wanted to fill me up, to make me scream his name while I came undone on his dick. His lips kissed all the way up to my lips as I whispered his name over and over again, scratching down his back with my long nails, legs hooking around his hips as he wouldnât lay on me just yet, tongue tangling with mine and making me taste myself as I reached down between us, grabbing his twitching member.
Seonghwa froze, moaning against my mouth as his eyebrows furrowed, rutting against my palm as I jerked my hand faster, until he was begging me to stop because he didnât want to finish like this. And I did, I cradled his face in my hands as our eyes bore into each otherâs, his dick finally lined up with my entrance as he slowly pushed inside, holding himself up by the forearms. It was painful, it was bittersweet, and it was the most pleasure I have felt in years, all in the arms of the man I had once lovedâI still loved. My mouth had fallen open as I hissed in pain, eyebrows furrowing and eyes falling shut as Seonghwa kissed my wrists, whispering reassuring words, understanding that I havenât done this since we went our separate ways.
But I didnât need much to get accustomed to the once familiar feel of his dick splitting me open, stretching me out and making me feel filled to the brim, the only thought on my mind being him, Seonghwa. And I tried to swallow the noises that wanted to tear through my throat, but the harder Seonghwa slammed back in, the faster his hips thrust, I could only moan and whine, call out his name repeatedly as he fondled my breasts and made my back arch, hitting my sensitive spot over and over again. I grabbed onto his arms for leverage as he sat back on his heels, holding my hips up tightly as he pulled me down on each thrust to meet him halfway, making me curse out loudly as my stomach had started coiling, the pleasure building up until I couldnât bear with it anymore.
âSeonghwa.â His name was nothing but a broken whisper as I bit my bottom lip, opening my arms, knowing that heâd understand my request. And he did, because he pressed himself completely against me, my arms going underneath his to hug him tightly as my fingernails pressed into his shoulder blades once again, painfully so, making Seonghwa hiss in pain and pleasure at the same time. He buried his head in my neck as he was panting, hips jerking messily as he was nearing his own undoing, much like I was. Our bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat, chasing our own orgasms as Seonghwaâs right hand lowered between our bodies and started quickly rubbing my bundle of nerves, making me throw my head back and come undone in just a few seconds. His name left my lips like a mantra as I felt tears spring into my eyes from the overwhelming pleasure, body trembling as he stilled, and then I felt hot liquid spill inside me as he lazily continued to move his hips, making my body ache as it all felt too much.
âMy love.â His lips brushed against my ear with one final thrust and then he stilled, body going lax as I was panting hard, trying to swallow but my throat felt parched. Seonghwa muttered something against the skin of my neck but I didnât understand, and I turned my head to press kisses against his hair, his shoulder blade, and ultimately his lips when he raised his head. I instantly felt cold and like I was missing something as he rolled over and pulled out, his chest rising and falling just as frantically as mine. My heart was beating so fast that it felt like a vein would pop in my forehead and I felt Seonghwaâs fingers intertwine with mine. I gulped and looked over, finding nothing but a pained expression on his face and eyes that were overflowing with tears. I couldnât hold it back in anymore, and let mine fall free as Seonghwa sniffed loudly, his beautiful black hair strewn across my pillow, the cloudy weather casting my bedroom in a dim light.
âI love you, Y/N,â Seonghwaâs voice was raspy and it trembled as he pressed a long-lasting kiss against my knuckles, âI love you so much, my love.â
I bit my bottom lip to fight the sob that threatened to rip through my throat and nodded, bringing our hands up to my cheek to nuzzle it against Seonghwaâs skin, âI love you too, Hwa, always have. Always will.â
But we werenât meant to be since we were on opposing sides. And we both knew that as our tears stopped flowing, our fingers going numb from how tightly we held onto each other. Seonghwa sighed then released my hand reluctantly, making me bite back a whine as he sat up, running his fingers through his hair. Before he could get off my bed, I sat up hurriedly and threw my arms around him, letting out a long exhale as he returned the embrace, cradling my head against his naked chest. I wanted to grow old with him, I wanted to have children that would gift us grandchildren, I wanted us to never be separated again. And maybe Seonghwa wanted that too because his whole body trembled as we somehow found the strength to separate from each other, eyes yearning for something weâd never have.
I watched as he rolled over, then sat on the edge of my bed as I pulled my knees up to my chest, hugging my bare legs, looking for even the smallest comfort now that I knew I would let him leave, just this once. This was our final goodbye, the closure we never got. Once Seonghwa was out of my cottage, weâd play our parts, weâd be the enemies everyone thought we were. I was ready, and perhaps he was ready to. An easy smile settled on my lips as I watched Seonghwa lean down and fetch something, his back muscles tensing as he glanced back over his shoulder. My eyebrows furrowed upon the solemn look on his face and I went rigid as he turned his torso around, my own wand pointed at me. His voice was resigned, a whisper, pained.
âObliviate.â
1944
           The train came to a screeching halt as we neared the next village, sending me back in my seat as I stared out the window, feeling bored as I knew nobody who shared the compartment with me. But thatâs how it is when you donât have friends of your own. It was alright, I had always done just fine on my own. As the train stopped and the doors opened, I watched the students who lived in this village get off, pulling their heavy luggage after themselves, greeted by their families who couldnât wait for them to return home for the summer holiday. My chin was resting in my palm as I pursed my lips, finding it hard to enjoy my last train ride back home, never to return to Hogwarts. There was an ache in my chest that grew the longer I stared out the window, the longer I stared at the messy black-haired boy that had stopped close to the edge of the platform, gazing inside the train, dark and soft eyes landing on me unmistakably.
I gulped, feeling my heartbeat pick up the longer our gazes remained connected, confused by the ache in my chest that only got worse the longer we looked at each other. My eyebrows furrowed as I felt this sudden urge to reach out to him, to get off the train and run into his arms, to breathe in his familiar scent and feel his plush lips press against my skin, and his low voice whisper reassuring words into my ears. I didnât know why I felt like that, I couldnât explain the yearning of my own body as the boyâs once familiar face became hazy, unclear. No matter how hard I tried to look, I couldnât see his features clearly. I couldnât remember his name.
He became a murky memory in the back of my mind as the train whistled, signalling its departure, and as we took off, I felt the lurch of my heart and the coil of my stomach worsen as I jumped up from my seat, pulling the window open and scaring those sitting in the compartment with me. I looked out the window, head leaning outside as my eyebrows furrowed, the name of the boy on the tip of my tongue as I desperately tried to cry out his nameâbut I didnât know what it was. I didnât know who he was. The alarmed cries of the people who rode with me snapped me out of my unexplainable actions, and I settled back into my seat feeling confused and embarrassed as I apologized.
I couldnât tell anymore why my heart ached like I had loved someone with my whole being, with my soul, like I had sworn to remain by their side forever and even beyond. It confused me as to why I wanted to sob and scream after a boy that once was my guiding light in the darkness, my star. A face once familiar now became just the whisper of a distant memory that I couldnât put my finger on, a nostalgic ache of a love that felt real, yet intangible.
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Joel Miller's House
and the little details that melt my heart (make me squirm)
I truly adore Joel's cozy porch. It has the perfect ambiance for him to relax and spend quality time with Sarah on warm summer days or quiet evenings. The presence of the water kettle on the table suggests that his porch is a frequent gathering place. Noticing the pumpkins already arranged, despite the fact that the outbreak occurred on September 26th, I feel like someone might have been a bit too eager for Halloween festivities.
Who would have guessed that Joel has always been ready to rock formal Oxford shoes? Young man Joel in a dark suit, tie, and Oxfords? Fuck, I need to breathe.
I thought I was going to shriek in surprise when my eyes landed on the weathered cowboy hat perched on the wall hook. It was such a striking (sexy) contrast to the construction helmet and simple baseball cap. The mere thought of Joel donning a casual baseball hat makes me go bananas. What do they say again? "Save a horse..."
This photograph of Joel and Sarah sitting upon the table, beside Joel's spot on the couch, has forever graced my heart. This tender image speaks volumes of the pure, affectionate bond they shared. Plus, the humble bowl of peanuts resting nearby suggests that Joel probably liked these simple snacks during movie nights together.
When I realize that Joel's true intentions were to launch his own business, reading up on critical matters like "buying a contract" and "everything you need to know to create a startup", it makes me want to cry. The poor man had been working tirelessly, pouring his heart and soul into every endeavor, driven by a burning desire to one day give Sarah the life she deserved. He was doing everything within his power, leaving no stone unturned, but fate had other plans.
The precious photo of baby Joel and his father sharing a fishing trip together unleashes a flood of emotions for me every time. The faded snapshot, forever frozen in time, clearly held a special place in our man's heart, since he kept it enshrined in a frame, with a candle next to itâa tender tribute to the loving dad he lost.
The man was utterly engrossed in the plans for his new project that he was planning in silence. Now let's talk about the old framed photo on his bedside table showing his parents dancing together. It just makes my day. I'm not even going to comment on the napkins sitting there so innocently.
This framed wedding photo of a young couple sitting on the bookshelf in Joel's study has been living in my mind rent free. While the groom looks nothing like Joel, I am certain that this couple is neither his parents (Joel has other photos of them in the house) nor his brother. The question is; who are these people? What connection could they possibly have to Joel? It seems too intimate, too personal, to have a picture of any random couple in such a private sanctum as his study. Could it be that Joel bleached his hair in his youth? After all, that was a common trend in the 90s. I'm scared to even speak this aloud, folks, but what if there's a possibility this couple could actually be a younger Joel and his wife? But then again, Sarah is blond, and this woman is not! (give me reasons to think I'm mistaken in the comments because I'm going crazy over here).
Joel's ardent love for music was evident throughout his home, with a sprawling collection of CDs adorning every room. However, it was the prominent display of CDs by Axel Diggs that stood out above the rest. Probably Joel's favorite musician.
The sunglasses lying on the table by the front door give me butterflies. Joel in sunglasses? It's a crime nobody has ever given us a single photo of Joel Miller in sunglasses. Oh, and the lottery tickets scattered around? Apparently, there's a gambler lurking within the man I thought I knew so well.
As an added treat, I mustn't leave out these two absolutely precious photos that appear to show Joel's parents back in their youth. What a touching gesture by this man to have kept these on proud display all these years. My heart just swells with affection for him seeing this.
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The other Bronze â Epilogue
âYou ready Bubs??â Lucy asked softly when you came out of the bathroom closing the dark blue suit jacket you were wearing
âShouldn't I ask you that??â you looked up smirking while your fingers still fumbling with the last button
âI waited nearly forever for that day... of course I'm readyâ your sister snorted and came over to you to fix your dark red tie â... still can't believe it I'll let you wear blaugranaâ
âYeah well... one of us has to look goodâ you shrugged your shoulders grinning
âExcuse me... it's MY day...â Lucy exclaimed but you saw it had no bite
âYeah well... it's Ona day too...â you smirked and earned a hard slap on the shoulder
"She's gonna look beautiful.....â your sister said softly
âOh I know... I saw her dress...â you hummed â... you hit the jackpot with her Luce... you better not fuck this upâ
âI know I can't... she'll file for your custody and probably win.. I already lost half of you to Keira...â Lucy chuckled
âMeeh... not half... make it three quartersâ you grinned and got hit another time
âThen how comes you always come to me for money?â your sister exclaimed upset but you felt that she needed that little banter to calm her nerves so you played along
âYour cooking is shit, you look like shit due to age and you still think you're in your prime days while you moan and groan every time you stand up from the couch... so... you're my go to for money...â you shrugged but then shrieked when Lucy pulled you into a headlock
âYou take that back... I'm not old.. and I still am fit...â Lucy grumbled playfully pulling you around the room while you tried to escape her hold pushing against her hip
âNever... you know I'm right...â you huffed
âYou know you shouldn't lie...â your sister gritted out having problems of holding you down
âAre you two serious right now???â you heard a voice and immediately Lucy let go of you holding her hands up in surrender and you stood up straight your head a little red your hair complete out of place âCan't you two lay off for a DAY???!!!â
âHey Kei...â you smiled waving at her
âDon't âHey Keiâ me.... both of you are unbelievable... and not in the good way....â Keira huffed fixing both of you with an angry glare
âWe didn't do anythingâ you exclaimed
âI came in here and you two were roughhousingâ the blonde shot back
âWe weren't...â Lucy threw in â... we had a... disagreementâ
âYou had her in a headlock Lucy...â Keira continue to glare at both of you
âShe called me old!â your sister exclaimed pointing at you
âYou are!!â you shot back and immediately Lucy had you in a headlock again
âSTOP IT!!!â Keira said and you both heard that she was getting angry âIt's your wedding day Lucy...!!â
âI know... I was there when Ona set the dateâ your sister said not letting go of you
âThen get going...â the blonde pushed â... everyone is waiting for YOUâ
âOh shitâ Lucy said horrified when she glanced at the clock â... I'm late for me weddingâ
âSay it was your dementia and you went the wrong wayâ you panted out once you came up again getting hit a third time in 10 minutes
âGET. GOING!â Keira sneered pushing Lucy forward
âJeez woman... shouldn't you try to corrupt my wedding as my ex??â your sister said shocked at Keiras forceful demeanor
âGod no... we're not filming a soap opera here... I'm VERY happy Ona actually agreed to take you off my hands when she accepted your proposalâ the blonde snorted â.. I have my hands full with your mini-me... one Bronze is enoughâ
âOY!â you and Lucy exclaimed outraged and Keira started laughing pushing both of you out the room
âHey Luce...â you mumbled standing next to your sister waiting to get the sign to go outside flanking her right as her best woman
âYeah?â your sister said a little strained her nerves showing a little
âYou look good you know...â you mumbled keeping your eyes forward watching as the last guests â namely MapĂ â taking their seats
âThanks Bubsâ Lucy said smiling softly her hands clasps behind her back her eyes also transfixed forward
âI'm proud of youâ you said softly as you changed your stance a little getting some weight of your right leg
âNo Bubs... I'm proud of you...â your sister said just as soft not missing how you transferred your weight to the left â... I'm proud of the person you became... I'm proud calling you my sister... I'm proud for what you'll achieve in the future next to Alexia at Barca... I'm proud of how you grew with G... how your relationship grew... I'm proud having you standing next to me right now... and one day I'm gonna be proud to stand next to you as your best womanâ
âStop being a sap old womanâ you sniffed a little bit hanging your head to collect yourself
âNot old... experiencedâ Lucy grinned bumping her shoulder into yours
âOkay... you two ready?â Keira asked from behind you ending your little moment
âAs we ever beâ you said taking a deep breath â.... we better get going before Lucy drops dead... you know... already lived her life and everythingâ
âYou little...â your sister grumbled flicking your ear
âOw!!!â you exclaimed ducking your head away
âOooookay.... come on... let's goâ Keira immediately interrupted pushing both of you forward before you two starting to roughhouse again
You felt Lucy stiffen next to you her eyes fixed on Mariona who has the âhonorâ to officiate the wedding when she heard the first notes of the classic Wedding March which announces Onas arrival
âCalm Luceâ you mumbled under your breath taking a glance down the aisle â... she's beautiful... I know you're more nervous than you ever where... but trust me... she looks beautiful and I know from the bottom of my heart there is no one else on this planet that makes you as happy as she doesâ
âMhmâ your sister hums back her face stoic her right hand which was hidden from the guests clenching and unclenching the whole time
âRelax Luce...â you mumbled again this time more serious â... take a breath and remember why we're all here... because you love her... I swear if you made me dress up for nothing and try to run I'll tackle you over Millie styleâ
âI'm just nervousâ Lucy mumbled back
âWhy? You know it's the right thing... the best thing...â you kept your voice low â... for god sakes... how slow can someone walk... she fucking Lightning McQueen on the pitch and now I could put new soles on her shoes while she walkingâ
âWhat if I forget me vow? What if I hold her back to find someone better?â your sister stressed and you suppressed the urged to hit her
âThere is no one better than you... you two are that ying-yang-thing... you balance each other out perfectly... and IF you forget your vow I'm here... I got it saved in me head...â you grumbled glancing back at Ona who looked just as nervous as Lucy âOkay... that's getting ridiculousâ
âBubs wha...â Lucy asked panicked when you turned on your heels walking towards Ona several shocked looks from guests following you
âYou mind walking any slower?â you asked when you reached Ona in a low voice â.... if you don't stand next to her in a minute I'll pull you out of bed tomorrow morning at 4 and make you run from San Sebastian Beach all the way to Montgat Norte five times while following you with a quad kicking your ass every time you slow downâ
âI..â Ona looked at you shocked
âI don't care.. you two are made for each other... you are nervous... so is she.. kick in first gear and start walking....â you sneer lowly â... by the way... you look absolutely beautiful... and I love you... now walkâ
You turned around again marching back up to stand next to your sister and with a small smirk you saw how Ona picked up a slightly â still graceful â faster pace
The wedding was just as beautiful as imagined and you even found the time to sneak out with your girlfriend to have a little.. private time. That was until you heard Keira calling out for you making Georgia jump away from you in fear immediately fixing her dress discreetly whiping her fingers on the fabric while you just groaned annoyed
âWhat?â you yelled back as you fixed your trousers before stepping into Keiras sight
âDon't tell me...â Keira looked at you her eyebrow raised
âWhat you want?â you grumbled your girlfriend still hiding behind the small beach cabin
âIf I'd go around that corner...â the blonde mused â... would I find a Stanway there?â
âMost likely...â you deadpanned not seeing the point in denying it
âIt's time for your speechâ Keira rolled her eyes â... fix your shirt before you come back inâ
âYou could've waited another four minutes to tell me thatâ you grumbled stumbling behind her through the sand fixing your shirt buttons on the way
âNo details...â the blonde said flatly â... come on Gâ
âComingâ your girlfriend yelled quickly
âApparently notâ you snorted and it earned you another slap up the head from Keira
âOkay folks...â you said loudly to get the attention on you â... I don't WANT to do this but Lucy paid me good money for getting a dig on her... so... why not?â
It earned you a round of chuckles while your sister threw you a playful glare
â.... I want to start off with thanking everyone who had the patience to wait for Ona moving down that aisle... it was truly... extravagantâ you threw your sister-in-law a glance and she rolled her eyes playfully â... but we came to an agreement in the end and now we can all enjoy getting drunk so we don't have any memory in the morning about these two getting all lovey-dovey... but now enough of being mean to Ona... Lucy is used to it....â
âHey!!â your sister exclaimed loudly
âShut up...â you smirked and now turned towards them â... can I ask a little something from you?â
âI still won't let you watchâ your sister smirked getting a dig back at you which made you heave loudly and everyone around bursted out laughing
âI WANTED to be nice.... not anymoreâ you said when you got yourself back under control â... Ona... hand on the table....â
âWhy?â the small spaniard said confused
âDO. ITâ you sneered and immediately Onas hand slapped on the table and you smiled sweetly âThank you.... now... Lucy... would you please mind laying your hand on top of Onas?â
Lucy did as you asked and you took a deep breath before continuing
âNow... look at each other...â you said softly as Ona and Lucy looked deep into each others eyes âOna... tell Lucy how you feelâ
âI love youâ Ona said softly smiling
âLuce...â you made a gesture
âI love you tooâ your sister smiled lost in her wifes eyes
âAnd THAT Ladies and Gentlemen...â you said smiling seeing several tears in peoples eyes as you took a dramatically pause â.... is a very special moment... we all just witnessed something magical... we witnessed the last time Lucy had the upper hand or the last wordâ
It took a few seconds for people â the bridal couple included â to realize what you said but then the whole room interrupted in hysterical laughter including Ona while Lucy sported a stoic face knowing you got her good. What no one realized you took small little notes over the years that you now put down in your best woman speech. Little notes about situations where you saw Lucy getting older with Ona... small notes about little loving things them two did without even realizing it... notes of the whispered âI love youâ during the years. Notes of how often you walked in on them starting with the day you officially met Ona all these years back. That particular memory made Lucy groan again â followed by a groan from Alexia when she remembered how the two of you met and how you nearly ended up with a broken nose... probably face. You recalled the day after a trainings session when Lucy fell into the chair next to you leaning over to untie her cleats and while she was doing that casually asking you if you have something planned for the afternoon because she needs someone to go ring shopping with. You just as casually answered that you had nothing planned but you wanted ice cream payment knowing fully well Ona would lose her plot when the two of you would come home with stomach aches again because of too much ice cream. Finding the ring was one of the easiest task you ever had. Lucy and you entered the first Jewelry Shop looked around â you starting on the right side of the shop, Lucy on the left â for meeting in the middle spotting a ring and both of you pointing at it saying âThat oneâ. It was a simple silver band â delicate even â with a small diamond that sparkled brighter than the sun.
The proposal itself was just as beautiful and as usual Lucy included you. You got the task of distracting Ona that day so your sister was able to set up everything. It wouldn't be you if you wouldn't go all out with your task resulting in Ona having to take you to the emergency room because you cut your head on a stone under water when you fell of your surfboard needing seven stitches on your forehead. When Ona finally made it home the candles already burned down, the food Lucy ordered (you joked that you told your sister to order from the fancy place instead of poisoning Ona before she got a chance to ask the question) cold, your sister snoring on the couch. The moment Ona saw the little box next to Lucys plate her breath hitched and you panicked and pushed your future sister-in-law further down the hallway telling her over and over again that she saw nothing. Next morning Lucy did get her chance to asked and just as she went down on one knee â in boxer shorts with a tank top while Ona only wearing underwear and a big t-shirt â you stumbled into the kitchen mumbled how both of them should just ignore you as stomped on Lucys foot on your way to the coffee machine. When the small blonde spaniard got asked later in interviews or from friends she said it was the perfect proposal
Your speech included all the little family moments you were lucky enough to share with all your favorite people like Christmas four years ago when Ona and Lucy gifted you your first car â a black Cupra Leon 2.0 TSI. Needless to say you got held up by the police a couple of times because you pulled out the 300 Horsepower that this car provided as you were late for training because you decided to sleep longer than you should have. THAT again caused you another problem called Ona and Alexia who ganged up on you giving you a last warning speech and told you if you wouldn't behave Alexia herself would make sure your car wouldn't drive faster than 80 km/h.
After your speech with lots of laughter, tears and smiles you opened the buffet even if it wasn't your job but damn you were hungry.
âHey Bubs...â you heard Lucys voice through the phone that was locked between your head and your shoulder as you picked up some cones from the trainings session
âYou bored already??â you chuckled into the phone â... you just retired a half a year ago... didn't you steal your wife away to... how did you call it... conquer the world vacation style?â
âRetirement treats me well...â you heard your sister smirk
âYeah I saw...â you teased as you tossed the cones into a bucket â... looked like you gained a few poundsâ
âLove you tooâ Lucy huffed â... no... there's another reason I call.. you wanna come round tomorrow afternoon or do you have training?â
âALE!!â you shout across the pitch and Lucy pulled her phone an arm length away from her ear winching
âSĂ?â Alexia looked up where she was explaining something to a new young player
âCan I have tomorrow afternoon off? The unfitter Bronze is on the phoneâ you yelled waving your phone at Alexia to bring your point across
âSure...â the catalan shrugged her shoulders going back to her task
âYeah... coming round tomorrow...â you said into the phone â... Luce?â
âFor gods sakes...â you heard your sister huff â... why don't you kill me hearing?â
âI tried...â you smirked â... but Ona screaming at you probably toughened you upâ
âYou know... I was about to offer you Burgers tomorrow but know I'll ask Ona to make one of her knew recipes... she has lovely healthy stuffâ Lucy deadpanned and you groaned â... life's a bitch Bubs... you should've learned by nowâ
âGonna tell Keira...â you grumbled
âGo on... do that... you know how much she HATES it if you eat healthyâ your sister laughed
âWhat you want Bronze...â you grumbled
âTomorrow 4PM our place... you bringing Stanway?â
âNo... she needs to train... what she delivered today was horrendousâ you huffed thinking back at how Georgia performed today in training âShe seriously lost control over the ball twice and got Ale... once back of the head once right shoulder... and THEN complained that it was a handballâ
âYeah.... sounds like Gâ your sister laughed
âShe misses you on the pitch you knowâ you said leaning against a rail
âWe all know it was the best time...â Lucy said and you could hear a little smile in her voice
âDidn't make it any easierâ you pointed out
âI know...â your sister smiled
Lucy retired end of last season after the last match of Barcelona. Alexia who took over from coaching from Jona last season stood there next to you and left you with the decision of subbing Lucy off or let her play the final whistle. Even at half time you couldn't tell her what your going to do because you genuine didn't know. Barcelona had a comfortable lead going into the second half and around the 60th minute you pulled Ale aside telling her you would sub Lucy out in the 67th minute with no sub. Alexia understood immediately why you weren't using a sub since there was no one who could replace your sister. So as the board went up in the 67th minute Camp Nuo was shocked to see the number 15 in red and no number in green. It took Lucy about five minutes to come off the pitch saying goodbye to every single teammate (even Keira and Ona), shaking hands with the opponent team and the referee. When she walked over to the sideline â towards you â she took off her Jersey and you exchanged it for a new one. No number just a name. Bronze-Batlle. No need to say Lucy broke the internet that moment. She went first to Alexia and after a moment of staring at each other they just hugged the biggest, strongest, tightest bear hug you've ever witnessed both of them having tears in their eyes. After shaking hands with the rest of the staff, hugging some now former teammates your sister came over to you. You were crying big tears already feeling a little lost knowing you'd never see her sprinting down the line again, going in for tackles or play catch with Athenea or Carmona laughing when they got frustrated with her. You knew you'd never see her making an Air Bronze header goal ever again. You knew you never see her laughing again when the opponent team got frustrated with Aitana and Keira. But you also knew you never have to get scared again when she was tackled and stayed on the ground a second longer than she should. You knew you'd never have to see her clutching her knee again and you knew that this was the goodbye Lucy wanted. She pulled you into a hug mumbling sweet nothings against your hair swaying both of you from side to side while you clutch at her Jersey like it was the only thing that keep you from drowning. You knew it was the best goodbye and the end of a career that Lucy deserved. Still you felt like you couldn't breath in that moment but like always Lucy was there for you. It was her day but she was there for you. She also didn't realize until after the game why she was subbed out in the 67th minute â quiet an odd time for a sub â that you were the one subbing her off. Lucy smiled at the question and answered that her career started all these years back in England in the 67th minute against Japan. That night Lucy took her time with the fans and supporters letting you and Ona wait at the tunnel. At least Ona was already showered and non smelling when she pulled you into her side smiling slightly when you fell against her now feeling the tiredness catching up. There was a picture of the three of you later that night online. A fan made the picture with Lucy to your right, Ona to your left as you made your way inside the tunnel. Lucy had her arm around your waist while Onas arm was across your shoulders with you wearing Lucys last game Jersey. The picture was in black and white and it was Alexia who send it to you. You FBIed the fan online â some would call it stalking you call it cross checking â to ask her if you could use the picture for your social media and what it would cost. The fan immediately answered that you of course could use the picture and you spontaneously invited her to a trainings session where she could meet all the players.
You watched your girlfriend emerge from the pool and behind your sunglasses your eyes darkened slightly. She was a goddess and after five years of relationship you still weren't tired of seeing her in less than more clothes. You where currently in a Hacienda in Stiges about an hour outside of Barcelona enjoying your two week vacation after the season ended and Georgia would start training again. By all means you made sure she kept up with her cardio but it was time for that vacation. You now worked officially with Barcelona as an assistant coach still partaking in all the shenanigans MapĂ, Pina and Patri come up with â like the initiation of the new players. You didn't care if they were youngsters or known name. Everyone had to go through it. Tooney came as a loan for half a season and you didn't let it be taken from you to welcome her in Barcelona yourself â with a big bucket of waterbased glue. MapĂ ripped up two pillows at home (much to the NOT amusement of Princess Norwegian) and the second Tooney was glue covered threw the feathers at her. Pina waited around the next corner with a paper beak and the moment your best friend entered the pitch running after the four of you everyone died laughing since she looked like an angry Stork. Georgia didn't renew her contract with Bayern Munich for next season still hoping that Barcelona would approach her. You already knew they would but where's the fun in telling your girlfriend instead of watching her sprinting to her phone every time it rings. Which you used for your own entertainment a few times casually calling her and then hang up as soon as she was about to answer the âcallâ. Your girlfriend on the other hand calls you everything under the sun when you made her run without a reason again.
When Georgia approached you at Christmas break about your annual vacation spot you told her you didn't want to fly far away this year. You traveled the world quiet a bit in the last few years and this time you just wanted to stay home. Home in Barcelona. You looked at your girlfriend like she was growing a second, third and fourth head when she told you that she's okay with staying in England for the summer as long as you were there too.
âEngland??â you asked dumb folded
âYeah?â Georgia said looking down at you where you were laying in between her legs on the couch as you watched some trash TV and she was reading
âBabe... are you alright? Do you have a headache? Did you run against a doorframe again?â you looked at her curiously
âNo... why??â your girlfriend looked confused
âEngland? Where it rains about... 300 days a year...â you tried to clarify
âYes... England... me Mum already threatened to disown me if I visit even less... so... we can spend Summer hereâ Georgia shrugged her shoulders
âI'm NOT spending my ONE week summer vacation in England... next thing you come up with is Iceland or something...â you said seriously before mumbling â... you must have hurt your head somewhereâ
âBabe Pleeeaaaase...â your girlfriend whined
âTell you what... you get your fam to Barca they can take our flat and we look for something outside of Barca for the week... I'll give Joanne a key to Keiras home so she can invade Keiras private life and we're goodâ you looked at your girlfriend expectantly
âSounds good... Kei will hate you tho...â Georgia laughed
âShe could never... how often did I take the blame now when you fucked something... or someone... up?â you smirked
âGood pointâ your girlfriend blushed furiously
Now here you were watching her walking over to you in that little piece of clothing she calls bikini and you call tease
âYou know this is private here right...â you waved your hand around not bothering to move from your lounge chair in the shade
âI do indeed... why?â Georgia smirked as she picked up a towel
âI don't know why you see the need in putting on... thatâ you raised your eyebrow at the bikini
âSays the woman who's laying here butt ass nakedâ your girlfriend grinned back pointing at your shorts and bikini top
âI burn quicklyâ you shot back
âOh and I don't? Also... you're laying in the shadeâ Georgia threw her damp towel at you â... you should cool off in the pool you know... it's really niceâ
âI have a really nice view from where I am thank you very muchâ you grinned giving your girlfriend a once over
âPervertâ your girlfriend laughed as she used her foot to push you a little to the side at your hip so she could lay down next to you
âThere's another one over thereâ you pointed at the second lounge chair
âToo far away...â Georgia mumbled as she pulled you into her side and you could hear that she started to think about something again
âWhat's on your mind?â you asked softly
âWhat if it was a mistake to not renew my contract... I mean I had a save good contract with Bayern and I said no in the hopes of getting one here to be closer to you... Keira is getting old and she'll probable has like... two three seasons left and I'm a middie too so I thou...â your girlfriend started to ramble and you interrupted her with a kiss
âStop thinking...â you mumbled kissing her again â... everything will turn out like it's suppose to be... don't think about next week okay... stay with me here... right here... our vacation...â
âYeah sorry I knowâ Georgia took a deep breath â... but sometimes it just comes to the surfaceâ
âDon't worry... I'll push you right under the surface againâ you smirked
âExcuse me?â your girlfriend sat up a bit looking shocked
âIt... the insecurities...â you quickly corrected smirking
âYeah yeah... love you too...â Georgia grumbled â... assholeâ
âArsebiscuitâ you shot back laughing when you heard her ringtone go off once again
âIf that's you again I'm gonna tell me Mum you messed up Sugar and Salt at Boxing Dayâ your girlfriend threatened you
âI swear I'm not...â you held up your hands and the second Georgia realized it wasn't a prank call she shot off the lounge chair sprinting into the house
You got quite concerned when she didn't return after 30 Minutes so you stood up to look for her. You found her in the kitchen frozen in place her phone still in her hand her face pale.
âBabe... you okay? Did something happen? Do we have to leave?â you asked softly but firmly knowing it was the only way to get her out of her trance like state
âThey offered me a contract...â Georgia said her voice barely above a whisper â... Barcelona really offered me a contractâ
âTold you it'll turn out like it suppose to beâ you smiled relieved that nothing bad happened
âMarry meâ your girlfriend looked at you her voice now serious
âWhat?â this time it was you who was send into a shock freeze
âMarry meâ Georgia said again even firmer â... I want you to become my wife... not just like... saying it... I want you to legally become my wife..â
âWhat?â you asked again still not catching on
âWait here..â your girlfriend quickly said before sprinting into the bedroom when she came back a minute later you were still rooted in place
âI actually planned it different but we both never work on plans... so... Y/n Lucia Tough Bronze.... I just got the second best thing in my life... I got a contract offer from the best club in the world where my girlfriend is working and now I finally can move in with her for good and we'll save a ton of money on flights and we'll save the environment because no more flying... I said the second best thing in life because the best thing in my life is standing right in front of me... so would you do me the great honor and marry me?â Georgia said and for a second you thought she'd drift off into the environment topic but seeing her holding out a small black box with a simple silver band in it that had a small but beautiful light blue stone in the middle was something you didn't think off when you booked this house.
âWhat?â you asked a third time out of shock
âWill you marry me?â Georgia asked her voice soft and loving knowing she kinda sprung it on you
âLike... now?â you asked bewildered
âNot now now... like... I don't know.. next yearâ your girlfriend shook her head a little lost
âAsk againâ you pressed her your breathing picking up
âY/n Lucia Tough Bronze... will you marry me?â Georgia asked again and brought the ring box a little closer like she tried to bribe you with it
âYes.... yes I willâ you said your voice breaking as you cried and laughed at the same time when your girlfriend yelled out a âFuck yeahâ before she pushed the ring on your finger
It was a beautiful ring and the second it slid on your finger Georgia already took your face in her hands pulling you close to kiss you
âI'm not telling Luceâ you chuckled later when both of you were laying on the lounge chairs again watching the sunset over the ocean and you kept lifting you hand to inspect your hand
âWell... I'm not telling her either.. she'll kill meâ your girlfriend huffed out
âPlease tell me you did indeed prepare her in any kind that this could happen at some pointâ you said flabbergasted
âCourse I did... she even told me I got good taste... then hit me when I asked in rings or womanâ Georgia grinned and you laughed â... you know why I chose this one and not the typical diamond?â
âIt's the same blue City had when we met...â you said when you held up your hand once again
âIt is...â your girlfriend smiled and pressed another kiss to your lips â... ready to break the internet?â
âOne picture.... comments disabled... phones get turned off right afterâ you said and Georgia smirked
âUs kissing... sunset in the background... your hand on my shoulderâ your girlfriend shot back and you nodded
âDealâ you held your hand out for her to shake
The picture made it through all the social media channels faster than an Australian Wildfire with fans swooning, teammates congratulating and Lucy trying to get hold of you or your girlf... fiancĂ©... your fiancĂ© for three days. It was Keira who found out where you two were hiding and she didn't let the opportunity pass to bring Lucy with her so she can have âher wordsâ with Georgia while you where laughing your ass off when she chased your fiancĂ© out of the bedroom through the house into the garden and into the pool where Georgia was stuck for an hour until Keira showed mercy on her best friend and pulled Lucy away.
âYou look beautiful Cariâ Alexia smiled from behind you adjusting your veil
âI don't know if I can do this...â you said your breathing speeding up fast
âDeep Breath... yes you can... I've never experienced anything like the two of you... what you share is pure love... the love other people search their whole life for...â the blonde catalan spoke softly seeing how the nerves getting the better of you â... you fought the biggest fits for so long Cariño... and finally you get to settle down and enjoy what you haveâ
You knew she was right. When your relationship with Georgia got discovered there were a lot of bad mouthing mostly targeting Georgia. It got so bad that you made a public statement on how it wasn't Georgia who made the first step â it was you. No one knew that you've already been together for three years at this point and no one ever will. Not the people who weren't close to you or that you trusted with your life. It calmed down after your statement (and all your friends and family â blood or not â standing up for the two of you). Some comments came back after Georgia won the World Cup with the lionesses and her first way was to you kissing you for the whole world to see until Sarina cleared her throat loudly to break you two up. It still to this day felt weird for you to kiss your fiancĂ© in front of your Mama. Your own mother wouldn't be at your wedding since she expressed her feelings about the relationship of the two of you during a Christmas dinner. It got so bad that you fled the place Georgia running after you and Lucy getting into a fight with your Mother. Sophie later told you that Lucy really got in your Mothers face and ended the discussion with the sentence âYou know... you could be so lucky to know your daughter in safe hands... because in me opinion everyone needs a Georgia in their lifeâ. You did got emotional over it and Lucy â big bad ass sister that she is â played it down as usual.
âThis is more nerve wrecking than this bloody Champions League final against PSG last year...â you huffed trying to take deep breath
âAnd even there we won... all odds against us but we won... you'll be okay Cari...â Alexia said softly looking at you through the mirror â... I get to see you grow into the woman you are today... and even if I want to strangle you at least once a week for interrupting my trainings plans and throwing it all out the window... I am proud and thankful that I was there to witness you growing up and facing the challenges you had to face and come out on top of them all... also... if you try to run away I'm still faster than youâ
âThanks Aleâ you said softly looking down on your hands
âYou want me to get Keira?â the spaniard asked just as soft
âNo... I don't want her to see me in me dress before...â you smiled slightly â... I want her to see me the same time as Lucy does... these two brought me up so it'll also be their moment to shareâ
âSo... you do a first look with Lucy and Keira and then with Georgia?â Alexia asked
âJust Luce and Kei...â you nodded slightly â... G will see it when I'm standing next to herâ
âThen let's go shall we?â the blonde asked smiling knowing it would be better for your mind to get you going instead of letting you overthink things too much.
âLet's go...â you took another deep breath before turning around heading for the door
Lucy and Keira both had tears in their eyes when they turned around seeing their âlittleâ girl in a beautiful white wedding dress standing in front of them. Thank god there was a photographer on site that'll give you the option to blackmail Lucy years later for crying over a dress. Your sister asked you since when a dress was an option for you
âI saw it and immediately fell in love with itâ you shrugged your shoulders a little embarrassed
âYou look absolutely beautiful Bitsyâ Keira whispered as she took a step closer to look at the fine details on the dress â... like a princessâ
âI don't know why but I just felt a connection with itâ you said again getting even more nervous
âAbsolutely stunningâ Lucy said as she too took a step closer to press a kiss to your temple
âYou ready Bubs??â Lucy asked softly as she had the handle of the door in her hand that seperated you from the beginning of the rest of your life.
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Yandere!Cult Leader/Priest Ă gn!reader
Summary: Mason Blackwair always knew you'd be his. His sweet little dove, kept peacefully by his side, it's such a shame you've gotten so disillusioned with the teachings, but that's fine. It just gives him the opportunity to keep you with him forever now, willing or not.
CW: gaslighting, stabbing, cults, abuse of power, pet names, religious themes/wording, breeding, disassociating (reader), non-con, dycraphilia, dubious consent, loss of virginity, threats & as always if you think I missed anything just pm or say anything!
Note: peeks in and waves hi! Hope you guys like this one if you want a part 2 let me know!! ~ bunny
You are a member of your family's cult. Recently, you've begun to doubt your faith and the cult members found you guilty; as punishment, you were chosen to sacrifice yourself in the name of God.
At night you came to your priest, Mason Blackwair cell to ask him to mitigate your punishment. Mason sits quietly and calmly, his face illuminated by the light of a candle, his thin long fingers running over the pages of the Bible. Finally, Mason notices you standing in the aisle and smiles brightly. Despite the certain joy in his face, it is obvious that his smile is fake and here just for the sake of politeness.
âHello, my dear dove. What brings you here?â
Mason doesn't let you answer and interrupts you with a little laugh.
âAh, wait! I think I got it, little dove. Did you come here to talk about your punishment? I am sorry to tell you this, but I cannot influence the sacrifice in any way. Soon I will become the leader of our beautiful commune and that is why I need to maintain the reputation of a strict and fair managerâŠâ
For a second, something like annoyance and sadness flashes in Mason's eyes and he quickly turns away.
âMy advice is⊠To open your heart for salvation, little dove. Perhaps our Lord will hear your request.â
"The same Lord who wants them to tie me to the altar and cut me until I'm cleansed?â
You demanded softly, teary eyed as you looked into his eyes, the eyes that once belonged to your childhood friend. The sweet boy who used to pick flowers with you and run around the commune, now turned into nothing but a stranger.
Mason pauses for a moment, his eyes scanning your face as if he is trying to find something in your expression. Finally, he stands up from his seat and walks towards you, stopping just inches away from you.
"My dear dove⊠Do you know what this sacrifice means? It doesn't mean that they want to kill you. They want God to purify your soul by shedding your blood.â
Mason puts a hand on your shoulder, smiling gently at you.
"Look at me, little dove. You know how much I care about you and the commune's faith. But it doesn't mean that I am blind to the human side of things. I will talk with your father and see what we can do for you."
At this point, there is a sincere and caring note in Mason's voice.
"But remember, our Lord has a plan for all of us, even when it seems like He is leading us through dark paths."
You just shook, rage and fear in your veins. You quickly turned away and left him behind, crying now. It broke his heart to see you so upset, he reached out for you but only touched empty air as you exited with the final parting words.
"I'm retiring to my prison.â
Mason watches you retreat silently, his expression unreadable. Once you are out of sight, he sighs deeply and picks up the Bible again. He flips through its pages, frowning at whatever it is that he sees.
After a few minutes of brooding in silence, Mason closes the book and walks towards the door of his cell. Before leaving, he turns back to look at the empty room with a sad smile on his lips.
"I hope you'll forgive me someday for what I'm about to do."
He murmurs softly before blowing out the candles and leaving it behind, retiring to his bedroom.
You spent the entire night crying your eyes out, lamenting that all you'd see tomorrow was the crazed looks of the people you once thought of as family, your weak pathetic cries echoing around your cell.
You stood still as your parents led you to the altar, your father offering soft whispers of apologies as he and your mother tied you down, a knife lay beside the altar. You looked up at the ceiling, teary-eyed.
As you lay tied to the altar, your family gathers around with solemn expressions. The room is dimly lit and there's a faint smell of incense in the air.
Mason steps forward, his robes rustling as he walks towards the altar. He stops at the edge, looking down at his dove with an unreadable expression.
"Dear little doveâŠ" Mason says softly, reaching for one of your hands. "You are about to become a vessel for our Lord's power. Do not be afraid.â
Mason picks up the knife from beside the altar and holds it gently in his hand.
"I will be performing this sacrifice myself," he adds. "May God have mercy on your soul."
With that said, Mason places a gentle kiss on your forehead before raising the knife above his head with both hands.
"Do not resist," he whispers to your ear. "Receive His love."
You closed your eyes and sobbed, refusing to let that sick yet soft look in his eyes be the last thing you saw.
Mason hesitates for a brief moment, his grip on the knife faltering slightly as he hears you crying. A flicker of emotions crosses his face before he quickly regains his composure.
"Dear dove," Mason says softly, almost pleadingly. "Do not be afraid. The pain is temporary but the glory you will experience afterward is eternal."
With that said, Mason slowly lowers the knife towards your chest.
"May our Lord have mercy on your soul," he whispers as he plunges the blade into your flesh.
The sacrifice lasts only a few seconds - it's short, but terrifying- and everything becomes blurry to you, as if you'd been transported out of your body and that someone else was experiencing this torment instead of you.
When it's over you feel weak and faint.
When you awoke, you were back in your bedroom, your mother sitting on a chair beside you. She reached out to touch you and you flinched terrified, letting out a loud sob.
As you awaken in your bedroom, you see your mother sitting beside your bed on a chair. She reaches out to touch you, but flinches when she sees that you are terrified of her and immediately backs away.
"Shh⊠it's alright," Your mother says softly, trying to comfort you. "You're safe now, my dear.â you want to scream âLIARâ at her as she speaks, saying you were safe. You felt horrible and terror filled your body.
Mason enters the room and stands at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed over his chest, watching silently as your mother tries to calm you down.
"You did well today," he says coolly. "Thanks for receiving His love."
Although his words are praised-like, they do nothing to produce any emotion or feeling from him. He watches you, shaking and looking like a terrified animal, like a lamb who barely escaped the slaughter. He wants to say more but knows nothing he says will help you.
It was like seeing a ghost, his little dove no longer did as they usually did. There were no more sweet smiles or hymns sung as chores were completed, no more treats baked with trays especially reserved for Mason. Instead his dove was shut away, in their room, only going out for meals and sermons or whenever their parents coaxed them out.
Mason notices the change in your behavior and it bothers him deeply. He cannot help but wonder if he's partly responsible for what happened to you.
One day, he decides to visit you in your room. When he enters, you are sitting alone by the window staring out at the sky. You look up when you hear him come in.
"Little dove," Mason says softly as he approaches you. "I'm here to talk with you.â
There's a slight tremble in his voice - an unusual vulnerability that shows that even someone like him has feelings.
"I know that things have been difficult for you lately," he continues, taking a seat beside you on the bed. "But I want you to understand that everything we do is for the greater good of our commune and our faith."
He places a hand on yours and looks into your eyes with deep concern.
"You can always talk with me if there's something troubling you."
You stared blankly back. "I am fine. I've been cleansed by the knife.â You whispered softly and finally looked at him with vacant and distant eyes.
Mason nods slowly, sensing that there's something you're not telling him.
"I see," he says quietly. "But I can see that you're still hurting inside. And I want to help you."
He takes a deep breath and continues, "Little dove, I know that the sacrifice was traumatic for you. But it was necessary for our faith. You were chosen because we believe that your spirit is strong enough to endure it."
He pauses for a moment, his eyes searching her face.
"But if you're still feeling lost or confused⊠You can talk to me about it. Remember: Our faith is in everything."
"I used to play the piano. Right? Or did I sing? My memory is confusing.â You looked up at him, sadly. Shaking slightly as you stared at nothing. âI don't know who I am anymore, Mason. I'm scared.â
Mason furrows his brow slightly, unsure of what you are trying to say. He doesn't remember you ever playing any instrument.
"I'm not sure what you mean, little dove," he says with a frown. "What are you talking about?â
"I don't remember who I was before the sacrifice. Who was i? Who am I now? I'm scared Mason, so scared. Who was I before you drove the knife into me?â
Mason freezes at your words, his mind processing what you just said. He stands up from the bed and takes a few steps away from you, his face contorted with shock. He thought you'd forgotten he'd been the one to do it.
"What are you talking about?" he asks harshly. "I never drove the knife into you, little dove."
His voice is cold and hard, and there's a hint of anger in it.
"Who told you such lies? You are mistaken. Your mind is playing tricks on you dove." Mason mutters as he knelt between your thighs, grasping your hands in his and squeezing them. âFret not little dove, your mind will get better.â
"May our Lord have mercy on your soul." It's spoken in a mockery of Mason's voice. You looked at him slightly confused, "That's what you spoke, right? Unless um, I misheard⊠but it sounded like you-â
Mason's eyes widen in realization as you speak. He takes a step closer to you, his expression softening.
"Oh, little doveâŠ" he says softly, placing a hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry you had to go through this."
He pauses for a moment before continuing.
"You are right⊠It was me who drove the knife into your heart. I did it because our Lord told me so in a vision - it was His will that you be sacrificed.â
Mason cups your face gently and looks into your eyes with compassion.
"But please believe me when I say that everything we do is for the greater good of our faith. Your family has devoted their lives to serving Him."
âY-you did? But- w-why? It hurt- a lot-â You were working yourself up into a panic before he gently pressed a kiss to your forehead. âHush, little dove, you're recovering, do not strain yourself, you know why. In order to cleanse you, now enough of this. Rest and cease thinking about such things further.â
Mason looks away from you for a moment, his eyes full of sadness.
"I know you're not thinking clearly right now," he says quietly. "But I still feel responsible for what happened to you. I know that you must hate me now⊠But please understand that it was never my intention to hurt you."
He takes a deep breath and continues, "All I wanted is to protect our faith and people from the evil in this world. Sacrifices are painful, but they purify our souls and make us stronger - so we can better serve Him.â Mason murmured and hugged you tightly to his chest.
"I f-feel upset. You're supposed to protect me, yet you drove a knife into me and now that- that everyone in the commune saw it- i- I'll be alone forever and my parents won't find me a spouse.â Your lip wobbled and you sniffled slightly, clinging to him. You were unable to see his cruel and satisfied smile as he held you, petting your hair softly.
Mason listens to your words with a sinking heart. He knows that it is true - he did drive the knife into you, and that decision has caused you so much pain.
"I⊠I had no choice," he says quietly, almost to himself. "It was His will."
Fake tears glisten in his eyes as Mason looks at you, finally realizing the weight of his actions.
"You're right," he says softly. "I should have protected you, not hurt you. I cannot change what happened now⊠But I promise you this: I will do everything in my power to help you recover from this. Starting right now.â
Mason gently kisses you, his lips pressing against yours as he speaks. âI'll remedy this immediately, you and I shall marry. That way you won't be alone.â He doesn't give you a moment to speak, already pressing you against the bed, kissing you deeply now.
You let out a muffled noise of confusion and panic, squirming underneath him and pushing at his chest. His lips finally move away only to seek your neck and leave bites and bruises upon it as you gasped and whimpered. âA-ah! M-mason- wait- p-please hold on- i-â
His head lifts up, looking at you with his eyes blown wide as he grunts an acknowledgement to your words, âYes my dove? Sh, it's alright, who better to take responsibility than the one responsible for your misfortunes? Relax, or would you rather this happen at the altar later? Where everyone, will see and hear you?â
You trembled slightly the idea of that happening terrifying you to your core yet feeling slightly exhilarating. Mason grinned, feeling you relax and continued making his way to your waist.
Mason kissed down until he reached your entrance, humming softly as he placed his hands firmly on your squirming thighs, grunting loudly as he forced them open. âEnough of that, do not do that again or I will have to tie you down. Understood little dove?â
You nodded, or tried to as you gasped softly and whimpered out a moan at the feeling of his tongue licking and sucking at your entrance, no one had ever touched you there. âMhmph! M-mason! Hng- t-too much!â
Mason puts a comforting hand on your thighs. He pulls away from between your thighs, face covered in his own saliva and your fluids that ran down your inner thighs.
"I understand that it can be scary, little dove. But I promise you, nothing will harm you here with me."
He gives you a reassuring smile. Breathing heavily as he speaks, his fingers finding their way to your still quivering entrance which he circled a finger around.
"Besides, my love for you is as pure as the intentions of our God. All we have to do is make love and everything will be alright.â
Mason's finger breached your entrance, slick with something that made it easier to handle, slowly thrusting his finger in and out. He gave you plenty of reassurance and pressed kisses to your thighs and stomach.
âDove, you must relax, you're still clenching up and tensing up. You'll hurt yourself more than me if you don't relax.â With those words he sunk another finger inside, his free hand pinning your hips down to the bed when he felt you buck upwards.
Mason grunted as he felt your tight heat around his fingers, if you were this tight around his fingers you'd never be able to fully take all of his cock. He didn't want to hurt you more than necessary, not yet at least.
âSh, sh dove, easy there we go, good little pet.â He murmured as you whimpered and moaned, feeling his fingers hit something inside of you that had you unable to breath. You heaved slightly and looked down at him through tearful eyes.
âM-mason- please- ngh! That feelsâŠ.. mhm! Good-â You moaned out and let your head drop against the pillows, falling into a dream-like state as you allowed him to continue. âM-moreâŠ. Please give me more-â
Mason grinned at your words, a sinister gleam in his eyes before he cooed and slid his fingers out, shushing your confused whines with a simple kiss before he undressed himself and tore your remaining clothes off.
"As our Lord wishes," he whispers between kisses, his voice reverent yet filled with desire.
Mason aligned his cock with your entrance, sliding it through your messy thighs first to coat it before he spread your legs and slowly sunk in.
âP-please, please be mhmph! Gentle, please Mason?â You whimpered softly, eyes locked on him as he looked down at you, mouth drying when he saw your flushed and tear stained cheeks.
Mason looks down at you with tender eyes, his hand running up and down your side soothingly.
"I will take care of you, little dove," he says softly. "I promise."
With a gentle but firm motion, Mason fully enters you, slowly thrusting in and out of your body. His movements are gentle at first, but soon become more passionate as the intensity increases.
As he fucks you, Mason whispers religious phrases to you: "pray to me", "I am your God", "repent for your sins". He continues kissing and caressing every inch of your body, making sure that you are comfortable throughout the entire ordeal. Even as he feels you twitching around his cock, your own fluids covering both his cock and your thighs and stomach. How many orgasms had he wrung from your body? Five? Ten? You lost count.
He's filled you up more times than you can count, you thought he was trying to breed you and knock you up the way he came and came. You couldn't move as you moaned and whimpered, unable to speak much less move and do something about him fucking your sensitive body.
When he's finished, Mason pulls himself out and lays down beside you, holding you close to him. The room is silent except for the sound of breathing as you both catch your breath after Mason seemed to fill you up so much a slight bulge could be seen, you shifted trying to get comfortable yet only felt his cum leaking out your spent hole.
"Sleep now, little dove," he whispers softly into your ear. "We have obeyed our Lord's wishes. Soon enough tomorrow, we will marry and you'll live with me, my perfect little dove who won't have to do anything but obey and listen.â
You fell asleep, cuddled into his side as he looked down at you, a possessive look in his eyes. He'd deal with the consequences of your parents finding you two together in the morning for now, he'd happily hold his little dove and admire the marks he gifted them.
Mason stays awake, holding you close to him throughout the night. As the sun begins to rise and light filters through the window of your private quarters, he kisses your forehead again before getting up.
"I must leave now, little dove," he says quietly. "But know that I am always here for you."
As he dresses in his priestly vestments, Mason turns back to look at you, a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"Now go back to sleep and rest as much as possible. And remember what we did was pure love. Our wedding will be soon.â
He leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips before making his way out of your room and back into the world outside.
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5 stages of Grief (pt2)
Platonic Vampire Family + Fem!Reader
You attempt to come to terms with what you have become and youre new life with the Beaumont vampires, some more accepting than others. Part 2 of forever and always
You woke up amongst fine fabrics and soft pillows, it was like you were sinking into a cloud being hugged from all angles. Had you died in the night and now gifted an eternity on a cloud, you never thought so deeply about the afterlife. Was this heaven that so many speak of, or something different, maybe a waiting cloud as you wait in the in-between for your turn to move on.
Your eyes are heavy and your body is taking a lot longer to start up again. Your thoughts were slow, disjointed, as though your mind had been emptied and was slowly being pieced back together, you couldn't think of anything logical or of meaning.
But your body didn't ache and rattle like it had before. Devoid of the sting in your chest and weight of your limbs.
Only one thing remainedâa dull, growing sting on your inner wrist.
As you came closer to reality, you could feel a presence beside you, a hand running through your hair, slow and deliberate. It felt so tender, you don't think you've felt such softness for some time. Between that and the sound of a fireplace crackling reaching your ears, you were almost soothed back asleep.
You clenched your hands into a fist and then relieved the pressure once again, slowly moved your toes and drew in a long breath before letting go of a sigh. All signs you are, in-fact, alive. You cracked your eyes open but you only saw blur and the minimal light is so hard on your eyes.
The hand running through your hair had stopped and now rested on the crown of your head. Then a sweet voice broke through the stillness of the room and traveled gently to your ear, almost a whisper "You're safe now, sweet girl. Don't strain, be slow" She encouraged.
You knew that voice "Lavinia?" you whispered twisting your head to the side to see for yourself if your assumption was right. "Yes, It's me. You're here with me" she said almost reassuring herself more than you. She sat beside the bed in a plain wooden chair, her face softening even more under your gaze, a hand still extended to rest on your head unable to part.
What you didn't know is the incomprehensible amount of relief she was experiencing- that her girl had woken up. There was the chance that she could still lose you, that a complication could have arouse.
As you slept, your body no longer needing to breathe, your skin pale and cold to the touch, Lavinia had begun to fear the worst. The night had felt endless, each hour creeping by as you lay there, motionless. No twitch of your fingers, no flutter of your eyelids.
"Where am I?" you questioned as you noticed more and more about this unfamiliar room as the blur coving your vision dissipated. The bed was a work of art in itself dark wood polished to shine -nothing like your flimsy wooden cot, the wallpaper a beautiful deep forest green with intricate patterns that extended all the way up the towering walls -your wallpaper was a cheap old and childish pattern.
The fireplace made from a beautiful stone with crackling logs, and candle holders that looked to be solid gold shone as they reflected the fire. The house is quiet, no one to be heard inside or out, only objects seemed to talk like the incredibly expensive-looking clock ticking away on the wall.
"This is my home, we're in your room" she added as specification but as calmly as she could, slow and trying to read your face "My room? This isn't my room" you stated matter-of-factly, your brows now sewn together in confusion.
"It will be a while until you can understand whats happening, but this is your home now" she tried again gently but regretted her approach once confusion was replaced with worry. You'd fully woken up now, dread beginning to bubble up in you. The memories of last night and trusting the strange man to cure you, that didn't help you solve what was happening currently though, it only deepened the confused creases on your brow.
You pushed up off the pillows causing Lavinia to draw back her hand, you sat up and shuffled back to get some distance- some breathing room "I know you're scared," she murmured softly, though she could feel her own unease building. "Itâs confusing, but youâre safer here now. I canât send you home⊠youâd be in danger." It's been a while since Lavinia had to deal with this sort of thing with something as fragile as you and the untouched human mind, and she was struggling to explain without making you even more frantic.
She only really spoke the straight truth (usually an appreciated trait amongst the family, but the truth could be hard and scary for a young being), and while she tried to do so gently with you, there is no easy way to do this. Her boys went through this exact experience, and she supposed it was inevitable.
âDanger?â Your voice was firmer now, as you sat up, your gaze unwavering. âWhat are you talking about? I donât understand any of this⊠itâs my choice to go home if I want, isnât it? Why am I even here?â
Lavinia took a deep breath, steadying herself before speaking again, her hands folding calmly in her lap. âIf it were safe, I would let you go back to your family,â she lied, There no way you're leaving her sight again. She held your gaze with a tempered but resolute calm expression âBut things have changed in ways that even I couldnât undo. And, to let you go back home -amongst humans. I'd be putting you in terrible danger, as you are not one of them anymore.â
your face went from one of fear and confusion to a deadpan stare "Not human?" you whispered in disbelief, not that you supposedly weren't human but the audacity of Lavinia thinking she'd gone mad. "Just tell me what's going on" you demanded with twisting dread and emotion once again taking control of you
The words sat heavy between you both, and you felt your stomach twist. Her expression softened as she continued, âYouâre here because⊠last night, Soren and I did what we thought was necessary to save you. Youâre no longer ill, but neither are you⊠quite the same as you were.â Soren? the man that came to you in the night promising you an escape to cheat death? he was apart of this too?
She sucked in a breath and sighed watching your steady stare, waiting for a clear explanation, there was no getting around this.
Lavinia reached for one of your hands, ignoring you trying to pull it back out of her grasp. She sat closer- on the edge of the bed and placed your fingers against her neck "What do you feel?" she questioned.
You've never been more confused "Just tell me what's happening" you demanded again she shook her head "I'm trying to. Tell me what you feel" she managed to keep her composed tone this whole time despite dreadfully waiting for your moment of realisation.
You tried to focus, what answer did she want? you sat there for a minute contemplating, you were feeling nothing? "Nothing, right?" Lavinia answered for you. You shrugged still not understanding.
"...not even a pulse?" she questioned watching you expectantly. "What" you questioned "Vampires don't have pulses little one" You're face dropped at the mention of such a monster.
The words sank in slowly, your hand still pressed against her neck as if youâd feel it any momentâa heartbeat, a sign of lifeâbut there was nothing. The emptiness under your fingertips sent a chill through you.
Your voice wavered. âVampire?â
Lavinia nodded, her expression a blend of sadness and conviction. âYes. Youâre here because Soren and I chose to save you⊠this way. It was the only way to stop the sickness from taking you. Making you a Vampire.â
You pulled your hand back, the realisation of what she had been implying crashing over you. Your hand raised to your own neck this time, you have to have a pulse. Vampires aren't real, everyone has told you to stop fearing those stupid stories. you couldn't feel anything, no beat.
"This makes no se-" you trailed off shaking your head. you threw off the blankets the still clung to your lower half and slid off the bed.
Your feet hit the cold floor, grounding you just enough to cling to one last shred of disbelief. This was a nightmare; it had to be. You ignored the weakness still lingering in your legs, gripping the bedpost for stability, but even that felt unfamiliarâthe world too sharp, the air somehow thicker. You couldnât let her words settle in, couldnât even entertain the idea of what she was telling you.
âIâm going home,â you insisted, trying to steady yourself, your voice laced with desperation. âYouâre crazy! You and that manâthis whole place!â
Laviniaâs expression didnât change; she just sat calmly, watching you, as if she'd expected this exact response. "I understand," she said gently, with the patience of someone whoâd seen this scene unfold countless times before. "But where would you go, love? Do you even know where you are?â she tried to reason with you.
"I don't care- anywhere but here!" you attempted to push the door open but got stopped by Lavinia's hand around your wrist. She tried to continue to reason with logic, but you didn't let her before pulling your hand away and stumbling back. She let go, afraid of hurting you.
You ran through the door, ignoring Lavinia calling for you from behind. A large figure stood menacingly in the hallway seemingly ready to stop you, his eyes seemed to glow in the darkness of the hall and you're sure you saw long shiny fangs when he playfully smiled at you as you halted just in front of him. His dark hair stark against his pale skin, you began to believe the monster, vampires, existed and you had to get away.
He reached for you as you slipped past him and ran down the hall, but he stopped himself when Lavinia scolded him "Leave her be Dorian. Let us handle her for now" You then heard the fast steps of her heels close behind you once again.
You continued through the grand house, finding the staircase and rushing down it. You were in such a rush and focused on getting to the front door that was so close to your reach you hadn't realised that Lavinia's footfalls had stopped at the stairs and others had snuck up behind you.
Hands grasped your shoulders and ripped you away from the door, before pulling you to turn around and look at him. The man that had started this all, hed stolen you away in the night, he had done all this.
"Get away from me you monster!" your hands beat against his chest as your legs worked to try and pull yourself free and away from him "What have you done to me?!" you continued to struggle.
Your cries echoed through the silent hall, but Sorenâs expression remained unmoved. He watched your struggles with a deep, quiet disdain, as if you were no more than a child throwing a tantrum. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and chilling, edged with absolute authority.
âEnough.â
The single word stopped you cold, not just because of the harshness, but because of the power it held. You felt yourself shrink under his unwavering stare, a dark glint in his eye as he watched you wilt.
âThis outburst,â he continued, his voice as sharp as a blade, âwill not be tolerated. Do you understand me?â He didnât wait for you to respond, his hands clamping tighter, nearly bruising as he spoke. âYou are not a prisoner here, but neither are you a fool. This is your reality now; no other place will take you as you are now. And while you are under my roof you will learn to control yourself, or suffer the consequences of your childish defiance.â
At that, Lavinia descended the stairs, her face laced with worry as she approached carefully. Her hand lifted to touch Sorenâs arm, a soft pressure as if to keep him from hardening further. âSoren,â she began, voice low and calm, âsheâs just frightened⊠please, be gentle. Sheâs overwhelmed and acting out of panic.â Her eyes searched his face, an unspoken plea for restraint and mercy.
Sorenâs gaze flicked to Lavinia, his jaw clenching. For a brief moment, the irritation in his eyes softened. But the stern lines of his face quickly returned as he looked back at you. With a slow exhale, he released his hold abruptly, the action so sudden that you stumbled backward, just managing to catch your balance. Instinctively, you retreated behind Lavinia, clutching the back of her dress and peeking around her to keep your eyes locked on Soren, wary of his every move.
He took a measured breath, his eyes studying you with a detached, calculating expression. âTake her upstairs,â he said to Lavinia in a voice that brooked no refusal. âShe has exerted herself enough already. Sheâll go back to her room and sleepâwithout any further dramatics. Yes?â His eyes bore into you with a steady command that made you feel rooted in place.
Words failed you under his harsh gaze, and you could only nod. The strength in his tone left no room for argument; all your earlier fight dissolved into a shaky obedience. You felt Laviniaâs warm hand on your back, gently guiding you to turn toward the stairs.
âCome now,â she whispered, her tone gentle and soothing. Her arm slipped around your shoulders, shielding you as much as guiding you, her warmth and closeness a sharp contrast to the cold, stony presence that lingered behind.
As she led you up the stairs, Sorenâs gaze remained fixed on you both, his expression unreadable yet intense. You didnât dare look back at him, even as the distance grew and you ascended away from his intimidating presence. You could still feel his eyes on you like a brand, marking this moment as the first time youâd dared to defy himâand the last time you might try.
In the quiet of the upstairs hallway, Lavinia paused, her hand resting lightly on your arm. âI know this is confusing, and I know youâre frightened,â she murmured, her gaze soft as she looked down at you. âBut itâs important now that you trust me and let us help you. You donât have to be afraid.â
You bit your lip, still shaken, the lingering memory of Sorenâs grip on your arms reminding you of the intensity and strictness of this new life. Yet in Laviniaâs gentle, steady gaze, there was a promise of safetyâa warmth that almost made you believe her.
She gave a small smile, almost apologetic. âCome, letâs go back to your room. Iâll stay with you as long as you like.â With a final reassuring glance, she led you down the hall, her hand warm and steady on your shoulder, guiding you into the unknown with patience and care.
Lavinia helped you back into the bed and lay multiple soft and weighted blankets over you, the pressure comforting. your head sunk into the pillows as your body weakened from the lack of adrenaline.
The room, quiet as Lavinia tucked the blankets tightly around you and pulled the chair back to the bedside that she must have pushed away when trying to keep up with you earlier.
"There has to be a way I can return home for a while. say goodbye," you spoke in a hushed, and defeated tone, you turned your head to look at Lavinia who now sat in the chair next to you, listening carefully.
"I wouldn't tell them, I'll keep our secret, I promise" You tried to convince her. She gave you a sad smile "You know I can't do that sweet girl" her hand returned to you head like it had been before, slowly and softly.
Your face crumpled as you swallowed back a sob, regret surfacing as you stared at the ceiling âIf I was just left alone⊠if I just stayed home, I mightâve gotten better on my own... Maybe I didnât need this⊠Maybeâmaybe I wasnât even that sickâŠâ
Laviniaâs hands cupped your face, anchoring you. Her eyes searched yours with such gentle, unyielding honesty that you felt your resolve falter. âIf youâd stayed where you were, my love⊠you wouldnât have lived to see another day.â
The truth of her words washed over you, hitting you with the cold finality that left no more room to argue, no words left to bargain. You took in a ragged breath.
Lavinia bent down and took off her shoes, she stood to lay on top of the bed. She gently gathered you bundled in blankets into her arms and hushed you. A silent comfort, loyal to your side the whole night as you tried and failed to fight sleep.
Your old life had truly slipped away in a matter of hours, beyond all bargaining.
...
The days blurred together in a hazy, dim stillness. Lavinia was a constant, hardly ever straying far from your side. If she left, it was only for brief moments to bring you something.
Your body is quite sensitive and even began to ache at certain stimulants, Lavinia did her beast to ease you in any way she could thinkâwarm cloths for your aches, a cup of tea laced with soothing herbs, or a soft book to occupy your mind as you healed.
Your orders were simple: remain in your room, rest, let the change complete itself without resistance. The windows were draped in thick, dark curtains, shielding you from even the gentlest daylight that now pricked painfully at your eyes.
Your ears were particularly sensitive, too, they seemed to ring for hours after your escape attempt. Luckily the house was quiet, and any small sound you did pick up was gentle and low: the soft whisper and footsteps in the halls, a faint clinking of silver in a nearby room, and, on rare occasions, musicâa piano drifting down the hall or the gentle hum of strings.
But recently, you'd been allowed to roam the house, and Lavinia had noticed discomfort begin to settle and boredom rise in you. So it's become a bit of a habit to follow her on trips to the kitchen or library like her little shadow.
And on this particular day Lavinia had to go into town to pick up a few things for you, to sooth the ache of your shifting teeth that recently made it hard to even talk.
So instead you were greeted by Soren as evening fell. A gentle knock to the door was enough to stir you awake. Lavinia wasn't by your side and she never knocked, you were tucked in tightly and the smell of a fabric pocket of lavender placed on your pillow that Lavinia insisted would help you sleep.
You sat up a bit "Hello?" you called out to whoever stood on the other-side of the door. The handle turned and the door opened just enough for Soren to slip in, careful to not let too much light and stun you when you'd just woken.
"Lavinia will be away for a few hours, she needed to pick up some things from town but didnt have the heart to wake you to tell you." Soren explained as he walked over to your bedside table and pulled out a palm sized box from his pocket.
âHow are you feeling?â he asked, his tone flat but gentler than usual. You nodded, too busy watching as he took out a matchstick and struck it against the box. You rarely saw such a thingâmatchsticks were expensive, and you were used to flint and steel. The smell of sulfur tickled your nose, and you grimaced as he lit the candle on your table, the soft glow now illuminating the room.
âWell?â He straightened and looked at you expectantly. You realized he wanted a verbal answer.
âIâm⊠okay," you replied, though your voice was uncertain. "Everything is just alot... its alot" you tried to explain but just sighed when you couldn't find the words to describe the physical and emotional overstimulation.
Soren nodded, a hint of understanding in his gaze. âI understand,â he said quietly. âThough it was long ago, I still remember how it felt.â He paused, glancing at the faint candlelight. âIt will become your new normal soon enough.â
He turned to leave, adding as he reached the door, âIâll be downstairs if you need anything.â Then, without another word, he slipped out, leaving you alone in the flickering glow.
...
It was that afternoon when you longed to get out of your room, youd left your bed and slipped on your house shoes that Lavinia had placed beside your bed for your nightly wanders. You'd gotten the impression they don't walk around bearfooted, far too sophisticated for that.
You rummaged curiously through the draws, and explored the room a bit closer now. Its fully furnished and some draws had items in them already. Lavinia used this room for any overspill she couldn't fit in her jewellery boxes or hang on the walls. So you came across alot of seemingly collectable things for the finer side of living.
The room itself felt like a small museum of elegant oddities, carefully curated items from a lifestyle youâd only read about. There were small touches of whimsyâa lace fan with fine embroidery, a silver compact mirror with a scene painted on the lid. As nice as it is, it just isn't your room, and you owned nothing in it. Feeling a displaced after rummaging through the room you decided to step out into the hall.
You wandered with careful steps, your fingers drug against the polished banister, eyes explored the pattern of the carpet below you and the intricate door nobs you passed. You found yourself looking out a window in a rather grand drawing room.
The garden is just as grand and beautiful, the hedges and flowers could be considered an art within themselves. The fountains flowing water into a pond could have belonged to a palace for all you know.
A voice broke the quiet behind you, sharp and cutting:
âYou shouldnât linger where you arenât wanted,â Lucienâs low tone curled through the room, each word edged with contempt. You turned quickly, catching his cold gaze on you. Lavinia had told you about him but she didn't mention how mean he could be, 'anti-social' was the word she used. He sat poised in a grand leather chair in the corner, nearly hidden in shadow, a book open in his hands. You must have missed him when youâd first entered, his stillness as exacting as his words.
âOh, I⊠I didnât realise you were here. Sorry,â you said, your apology almost automatic. Lucien had the same icy air as his fatherâunpredictable and sharp-edged. And without Lavinia nearby, that feeling only intensified, leaving you feeling exposed.
He didnât respond immediately, only closed his book with a measured snap that seemed almost a reprimand. He remained seated, but every detail of his posture suggested he was looking down on you all the same.
"You're more trouble than you're worth, some sickly poor kid off the street roaming our halls and using our stuff. How could you possibly benefit us, hm?" He challenged you.
Attempting to avoid confrontation you decided to slip away back to your room, but as your eyes looked towards your escape someone is already there blocking your way.
âStop.â Sorenâs interruption was swift, his tone final. âYou are directly disrespecting my wishes,â he continued, his gaze hardening. âThis household is built on loyalty and trust. She is part of this family now. My decision isnât up for debate.â
Lucienâs mouth opened as if to argue, but his words faltered under his fatherâs stare. He understood well enough: Sorenâs decisions, once made, are law within these walls.
âSheâs here because I believe itâs best for usâand for your mother,â Soren said, his voice carrying an undeniable weight. âI have accepted her as a daughter, and you will accept her as a sister. I donât recall you making such a fuss when Dorian arrived.â His eyes narrowed, daring Lucien to continue his defiance.
"That was different, and you know it,â Lucien shot back, his voice low but brimming with frustration. âSheâs⊠sheâs just some random girl, a stranger who's disrupting the order here, making a ruckus.â
Sorenâs gaze turned cold and cutting. âA stranger? Sheâs no more a stranger than you were onceâand no less than I was, to my own maker. I suggest you remember that.â
Lucienâs jaw clenched, his retort dying on his lips. He could feel the finality in Sorenâs tone, a hard line drawn that he knew better than to cross. After a long, silent moment, his shoulders slumped, and he rose to leave, giving Soren a single lingering look before turning toward the door.
As Lucien reached the doorway, Soren delivered his final words. âAnd I remember you making much more of a ruckus in those early days than she has. Perhaps a bit of empathy would do you good, Lucien.â
Lucien stiffened at the remark, his pride pricked, but he didnât respond. With a barely-contained scowl, he left the room, the weight of Sorenâs words hanging heavily in the air.
Lucien walked down the hall, a muffled laugh echoed from around the corner. Dorian was waiting, clearly having overheard the tail end of the exchange, and couldnât resist the opportunity to needle his brother.
âOh, shut it, Dorian.â Lucien snapped, his voice low and venomous as he stormed past, not even sparing his younger sibling a glance. The laughter trailed off down the hall, Dorian probably following his brother to poke more fun at him.
The room felt charged with the memory of his glare and the prickling intensity of the words exchanged. Soren remained silent for a moment, his gaze softening as he turned back to you. He moved with a certain gentleness that seemed unusual for him, crossing the room to stand beside you.
âI apologise for his behaviour,â Soren said quietly, his tone low but steady. âLucien⊠he can be difficult. Change has never been easy for him.â
âYouâre doing better than weâd expected,â he continued, his voice as steady as ever but touched with something warmer, he glanced away almost like it pained him âJust keep it up.â he gave your back a gentle but curt pat.
"Should he bother you again, you're to come straight to me. I will not tolerate such childishness." he demanded before leaving. A promise of protection.
His sons were carefully picked to continue his legacy. But you aren't here for that, you aren't his protĂ©gĂ©, not someone heâs training. More of an indulgence for the family, a calmness and gentleness. He already is letting himself slip into a gentleness that only Lavina sees occasionally.
...
Lavinia returned and you hadn't told her about Lucien's insults just that you had bumped into him briefly, trying to save the family from any more drama that night.
"I've found some herbs that can numb that nasty toothache" Lavinia came into your room with a cup of steaming herbal tea. She gently gave it to you, her hands cradling yours for a moment to make sure you had a steady hold on the cup.
"Thank you" you couldn't wait to get rid of the constant ache in your jaw you quickly began sipping.
"I'm going down for dinner, I'll come and check on you later" her hand smoothing your hair and only leaving when you gave a nod of understanding.
You hated to imagine what she meant by dinner. If the stories are true, they are drinking people dry.
You'd begun to feel that familiar feeling of hunger yesterday, you hadn't eaten since that night you were changed which was days ago- but only now you've started to feel its effects. And have been dreading to ask about it.
The hunger grew slowly though, and it wasn't bad at the moment. You tried not to think about it.
...
You long finished your tea and the discomfort in your gums had settled. By candlelight you doodled in the leatherbound drawing book Lavinia had found for you, using pencils that Lavinia had carefully sharpened.
Until you heard your door creak open, you looked up expecting Lavinia to return. Instead the second son, Dorian, stepped inside and quietly stepped inside.
"Hi" He grinned stepping further into the room "Hello?" you responded in more of a question.
He chuckled softly at the apprehension in your voice "Don't worry, I'm not as crude as my brother. I don't intend to interrogate you" With that, he settled comfortably in Laviniaâs chair beside your bed.
"What are you drawing?" He asks casually, leaning in his elbows resting on his knees, trying to bridge the gap with some small talk. "Nothing interesting, just sketches... shouldn't you be at dinner?" you murmured, still guarded.
âTechnically, yes" he admitted with a laugh, "but dinners finished, and they are having some boring conversations. And I thought Iâd formally introduce myself.â His smile was warm "I'm Dorian, by the way. No longer the baby of the family, thanks to you," he added, a glint of humour in his eyes.
You relaxed just a little, feeling the genuine friendliness in his tone. There was a warmth about him, a sharp contrast to Lucien's harshness.
âLucky me,â you replied dryly, but a small smile crept in.
Dorian noticed you at ease and leaned back, folding his arms in pride "You know, it took me a while to get used to this place too. It can be... intimidating. But you are doing great okay?"
The kindness in his voice, and his way of words is very much like Lavinia helped ease some tension from your shoulders.
âItâs⊠different,â you admitted, looking away, âbut I guess I donât have much choice now.â
Dorian nodded, understanding. âNo, but thatâs the thing about this family. Once youâre in, youâre in for good. Besides-â he added with a wink, âI could use an ally. Lucien can be... a handful and fathers a bit of a grumpâ
You laughed -more genuinely this time, as he grinned back at you.
Dorian fussed over you a bit, recounting his aches and discomforts from his turning and asking if you were okay. You assured him that Lavinia had been taking good care of you.
Curiosity got the best of you while talking about tooth pain "The fangs... It's like in the stories right?" You couldn't get to the point hoping he'd understand where you are coming from.
His face fell a bit, you think its the first time seeing him not smile "You're asking about blood, right?" he clarified. You nodded hesitantly "...Do I have to drink it? Do you kill people?" in a hushed wisper
âYes, itâs like in the stories,â he began, voice low and gentle. âThe fangs, the⊠need for blood. But itâs not as simple or as brutal as you might think. We donât hurt anyone innocent.â He paused, giving you a reassuring glance. âBut we do still need it, and some people are victims of that"
he chose his words carefully, watching your face for any signs of being overwhelmed "But never the innocent, we pick the ones who deserve less mercy." He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze, the warmth grounding you "And yes -You will have to drink soon, but from cups for a while, you won't have to be a part of that process right away- or ever if that's how you choose to do it. I'll do all the messy work for you if you want"
Having Dorianâs explanation helped more than youâd expected. With the worst of your fears quieted, though still dreading the inevitable, you managed a small âOkay,â as much for yourself as for him.
Dorianâs eyes softened with understanding. âWeâll help you through it,â he promised, his hand squeezing yours a few more times, gentle and reassuring. âTry not to dwell on it too much. Itâs just one step at a time. I've had over 500 years to get used to this, don't you rush it.â
âFive hundred?!â you repeated, incredulous. He chuckled, brushing it off. âOh, thatâs a conversation for another time. I think youâve had your fill of life-changing revelations todayâ he teased. âBut on the bright side, Iâll never run out of stories for youâfive centuries of bedtime tales at your disposal.â
You couldnât help but laugh as you shifted your sketchbook to sit between you, handing him a pencil. âAlright, another time thenâ you agreed, the tension in your chest easing. Side by side, you both began to draw, with him casting sidelong glances to mimic your strokes.
Growing up, your older brothers were always too busy to pay you much attention. But sitting here now, Dorianâs easy company made you wonder if he might just be the big brother youâd always wanted. You just hoped Lucian is a fraction as good at being a brother as Dorian is.
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Controling Noah Beck
Bryce Hall couldn't stand it anymore. Every time he scrolled through TikTok, Noah Beckâs perfect face, charming smile, and millions of adoring fans haunted him. Bryce was no slouch in the popularity department, but Noahâs meteoric rise seemed to eclipse his every move. Fueled by jealousy and frustration, Bryce concocted a wild revenge plan that would change both their lives forever. Late one night, Bryce found himself in a corner of the internet filled with dark, obscure spells. One spell, in particular, caught his eyeâan incantation for swapping bodies. "This is it," Bryce muttered to himself, "This will make Noah understand what itâs like to be me."
The next day, Bryce invited Noah over to his place under the pretense of brainstorming new TikTok ideas together. Noah, always friendly and unsuspecting, agreed. As they sat in Bryce's room, Bryce pretended to be engrossed in his phone. "Hey, Noah, check this out," he said, handing Noah his phone.Noah glanced at the screen, confused. "What am I looking at?"Bryce didn't answer. Instead, he whispered the incantation under his breath. Suddenly, a blinding light enveloped them both.
Bryce woke up first after the blinding light had hit their eyes, Bryce now saw Noahâs hands where his own used to be. His plan had worked. He was now in Noah Beckâs body. Bryce now started to flex his new body, dragged his new big hands over the new six pack, feeling the hard muscles. His new hands traveled up his neck and felt his new Jaw and felt the light stubble. He cracked a smile from his new face.
Noah had woken up, trapped in now Bryceâs body, looking around, didn't regognize his hands, started to touch and feel his face, felt the fresh cleaned shaved face and a softer jaw.
"Bryce, what did you do?" he demanded, his voice shaking.Bryce, reveling in his new identity, smirked. "I just leveled the playing field. Now, you get to see what itâs like to be me for a while."
The new Noah took out a piece of paper from his pants and started chanting, he saw his old body freeze and the eyes on the new Bryce closed, he went up to Bryce and whispered in his ears
" You will forever forget ever being Noah, you have always been Bryce Hall, and everytime I snap my finger you will be under my control, now when I snap my fingers you will make up and your old life will be forgotten"
* Snaps *
" Oh hey Noah, did I forgot we were hanging out today ? " the new Bryce asked, the new Noah cracked a smile again " Noo I was just picking up somethings i left here before my meeting with IPHIS ( Noahâs clothing brand ) "
* Snaps *
The new Noah went over to Bryce " I want you to put on the white Jockstrap, it's hidden under the pillow on the bed. When I get back, you and me will have some fun "
The new Bryce still under the new Noah's control went up staires, and the new Noah, well, he could feel a tent forming in his new pants, he grabbed his bulge and laughed, went out to his car and drove away to his meeting, dreaming of what would happend later.
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A pilot? Again?
Pairing: Jake Seresin X detective, single mom reader
After investigating a crash at Top Gun for four hours, Detective Y/N, who lost her husband Daniel four years ago, finds no evidence of foul play and deems the case closed. During her time there, she reconnects with Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Daniel's younger brother, and meets his charming wingman, Jake "Hangman" Seresin. Hangman flirts with Y/N as he walks her to her car, and for the first time in years, she feels comfortable with the attention. Before leaving, Y/N gives him her card with her number, leaving the door open for future contact. Hangman promises to text, sparking the potential for a new chapter in her life.
This chapter contains references to past personal loss and emotional themes. It features characters dealing with grief and the aftermath of a tragic event.
Two Weeks of Silence
It had been two weeks since the funeral, but the house was still suffocating. The silence was unbearable, the only sounds coming from the occasional babble of 14-month-old Keith or the quiet shuffle of Logan, who had been eerily quiet since his fatherâs death. It was as if the life had been drained from the walls along with Daniel "Griffin" Bradshaw, Bradleyâs older brother by two years.
Y/N stood in the kitchen, gripping the counter with trembling hands, her back turned to the door. The numbness hadnât left. It clung to her like a second skin, tightening with every passing day. She had held it together at the funeralâeveryone had said she was so strong. Strong for the kids. But now, without the distraction of people offering meaningless words, she felt nothing but an empty ache.
Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw had been coming over almost every day since the funeral. Not that sheâd asked him to. He just showed up, like he was trying to step into Danielâs shoes. But he wasnât Daniel. He never would be.
She heard the familiar creak of the door behind her. She didnât bother turning around. She already knew who it was.
âY/N,â Bradley said, his voice quiet but rough, the usual edge missing.
âWhat is it, Bradley?â she asked, her tone sharper than she intended.
âI came to check on you,â he said, stepping into the kitchen with a heavy sigh.
Y/N gritted her teeth and turned to face him, her arms crossed. She looked exhaustedâdark circles under her eyes, her face pale and drawn. âYou donât have to keep coming here, you know. Iâm not your responsibility.â
Bradleyâs jaw tightened. He didnât like the way she was pushing him away, but he wasnât about to argue with her. Not now. Not after everything. âI know. But Iâm here anyway.â
She let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. âRight. Youâre always here.â
Bradley stared at her, his eyes flicking to the half-empty bottle of whiskey sitting on the counter. âHave you slept at all?â
âWhy does it matter?â she snapped. âSleep doesnât change anything. Danielâs still dead. Iâm still stuck here raising these boys on my own. You think a napâs going to fix that?â
Bradley didnât flinch. He just nodded, the muscles in his jaw working as he tried to keep his emotions in check. âNo. It wonât.â
Y/N turned away from him again, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. Keithâs babbling came from the living room, a small reminder that her youngest son needed her, even though she felt like she had nothing left to give. Logan, too, had been withdrawn, watching everything in silent confusion. He was too young to understand why his father wasnât coming home, but old enough to sense the weight of what had happened.
âWhat am I supposed to tell them, Bradley?â she asked, her voice breaking slightly. âWhat do I say to Logan when he asks about his dad? That he died on some mission that went sideways? That heâs never coming back? When I do he asks why. How am I meant to know!?â
Bradley exhaled sharply, running a hand over his face. âI donât know, Y/N. I wish I had the answers. But Loganâs going to need you to be honest with him. You canât shield him from it forever.â
She let out a shaky breath, blinking rapidly to fight back the tears. âHeâs only seven, Bradley. He shouldnât have to grow up like this.â
Bradley stepped closer, his voice softening. âYouâre right. He shouldnât. But heâs toughâjust like his dad. And youâre tougher than you think.â
Y/N shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. âIt'll ruin the kid. Iâm just so damn tired.â
Bradley stood there, not sure what to say. He wasnât good at thisâthe comforting, the emotional stuff. That had always been Danielâs role. But Daniel wasnât here anymore, and Bradley was all Y/N had left. He stepped forward, cautiously, until he was right next to her.
âYou donât have to do it alone,â he said quietly. âIâm here for you. For Logan. For Keith.â
Y/N didnât respond at first, just kept staring at the floor, the weight of everything crushing down on her. After a long pause, she finally spoke, her voice tight with suppressed emotion.
âYouâre not Daniel, Bradley. You were barely ever here before that either.â
The words cut deep, but Bradley nodded, accepting them for what they were. He wasnât Daniel. He couldnât replace his brother, no matter how hard he tried. But he could be there for the family Daniel had left behind.
âI know,â Bradley said quietly. âBut Iâm still here.â
Y/N finally looked up at him, her eyes red and tired. There was no fight left in her, no anger, just a raw, aching grief that mirrored his own.
âLogan asked me yesterday if his dad was a hero,â she said, her voice barely audible.
Bradleyâs throat tightened. âWhat did you say?â
She swallowed hard, her gaze dropping to the floor. âI didnât know what to say. Fourteen times in my life I accused pilots of doing something wrong but never Daniel. I just told him⊠I told him his dad loved him. That was all I could get out.â
Bradley nodded slowly, his chest aching with a familiar sense of loss. âItâs enough. Logan doesnât need the details. He just needs to know that his dad loved him. Thatâs what matters.â
Y/Nâs eyes met his again, and for the first time since Danielâs death, there was something other than anger or numbness there. Maybe it was acceptance. Maybe it was just exhaustion. But she didnât push him away this time.
âI donât know how to do this,â she admitted quietly.
âYou donât have to figure it all out today,â Bradley replied. âJust take it one day at a time. Iâll be here. For whatever you need.â
Y/N nodded, her shoulders slumping as the weight of it all threatened to overwhelm her again. But this time, Bradley was there, standing beside her, ready to catch her if she fell.
And maybe, just maybe, that was enough for now.
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Four years had passed since Danielâs death, and life had moved on, even if it still carried the scars of that day. Y/N had thrown herself into her work, rising through the ranks until she became a detective, often working with specialized units like CSI. Her job demanded precision, focus, and a cool head under pressureâtraits sheâd developed while learning to balance being a widow and a mother to two boys.
It was 6:00 AM, and the alarm blared from her phone. Y/N groaned, stretching in her bed before she turned it off and rubbed her eyes. Another day, another case to solve. She threw the covers off and padded to the bathroom.
Standing in front of the mirror, she stared at herself. She turned on the faucet and grabbed her toothbrush, squeezing a small amount of minty toothpaste onto the bristles. The rhythmic motion of brushing her teeth was oddly soothing, a routine that anchored her at the start of each day. She brushed methodically, starting from the back molars, working her way to the front, the fresh taste of mint chasing away the dregs of sleep. After rinsing, she ran her tongue over her teeth, appreciating the smooth, clean feeling.
Next, she grabbed her brush and began working through her hair. Her hair had grown longer than she usually kept it, but she liked the way it looked nowâprofessional but still a little wild. She worked through a few tangles, brushing from the roots to the ends until her hair was soft and smooth. She tied it back into a sleek ponytail, the style that was both functional and neat for her long days on the job.
Returning to the bedroom, Y/N opened her closet. She ran her fingers over the hangers, choosing a black tailored blazer and matching pants. A crisp white blouse underneath kept the look sharp but professional. Sliding the pants on first, she tucked in her blouse and fastened the blazer, making sure everything sat perfectly. She moved over to the full-length mirror by the closet door, adjusting her collar and sleeves. Her badge was clipped to the belt, a constant reminder of the responsibility she carried.
Finally, she walked over to the small safe tucked discreetly in her nightstand drawer. She spun the dial, opening the metal door with a quiet click. Inside sat her standard-issue Glock. The cold metal felt familiar in her hand as she checked it over, ensuring it was loaded and ready. She slipped the gun into its holster at her side, concealed beneath her blazer. One last glance in the mirrorâshe looked like a detective ready to take on whatever the day threw at her.
But before she could leave the house, there was one more challenge: waking up her boys.
Y/N headed down the hall to Loganâs room. At eleven, Logan was already turning into a miniature version of his father. He had Danielâs stubbornness, for sure, and waking him up in the morning had become something of a battle over the years.
She knocked gently on the door. âLogan, itâs time to get up.â
There was no response. She sighed, opening the door and stepping into the room. Logan was buried under his blankets, only the top of his messy brown hair visible. His room was a mess, toys and clothes scattered across the floor, his desk cluttered with books and school papers.
âLogan,â Y/N said again, this time with more authority. âGet up. Youâve got school.â
A muffled groan came from beneath the blankets. âFive more minutes,â he mumbled.
Y/N smirked, walking over to the bed and gently pulling the covers down. Logan blinked up at her, his face creased from the pillow, eyes squinting in the early morning light.
âYou said that yesterday,â she said, tapping his shoulder. âCome on. You donât want to miss the bus.â
Logan groaned again, rolling over onto his back. âIâm not a morning person, Mom. You know that.â
âI do know that,â Y/N replied, crossing her arms. âBut it doesnât change the fact that you have to get up. Now.â
With a dramatic sigh, Logan finally sat up, rubbing his eyes. He stretched, his arms reaching above his head, and yawned loudly. âFine, fine. Iâm up.â
âGood,â Y/N said, walking back to the door. âGet dressed. Breakfast is in ten minutes.â
Logan gave a half-hearted nod, already shuffling towards his closet as Y/N left the room, leaving him to his slow morning routine.
Next was Keith. At five years old, he was still small and full of energy, but mornings werenât his strong suit either. Y/N stepped into his room, where Keith was curled up in his bed, clutching his favourite stuffed animalâa well-worn bear named Buddy.
âKeith, time to wake up,â she said softly, kneeling beside his bed.
Keith stirred, his big brown eyes fluttering open as he looked up at her. He yawned, stretching his tiny arms out as he rubbed at his eyes. âMorning, Mama.â
âGood morning, sweetheart,â Y/N said with a smile. âLetâs get you ready for school, okay?â
Keith nodded sleepily, still half-asleep as Y/N helped him sit up. She pulled out a pair of pants and a T-shirt from his dresser, guiding him through getting dressed. His little fingers fumbled with the shirt buttons, so she crouched down and helped him fasten them.
Once he was dressed, she scooped him up and carried him to the bathroom, setting him down gently on the step stool by the sink. Keith blinked blearily as Y/N handed him his toothbrush, squeezing a bit of kid-friendly toothpaste onto the bristles.
âHere you go, buddy. Letâs brush those teeth.â
Keith obediently brushed, though his movements were slow and clumsy. Y/N kept a watchful eye, making sure he didnât miss any spots. Once they were done, she wiped his mouth with a washcloth and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead.
âAll set, champ. Youâre ready for the day.â
Keith smiled, still a little groggy but looking more awake now. He reached for her hand as they left the bathroom, heading downstairs to join Logan for breakfast.
Y/N leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping her coffee and watching as her boys sat at the table. It was a non-uniform day at their school, which always meant a little more chaos in the morning, especially with Keith's boundless energy. The five-year-old was practically vibrating in his seat, bouncing up and down as he eagerly shovelled toast into his mouth.
"Keith, slow down," Logan said in a calm but firm voice, his tone carrying the weight of someone much older. At eleven, Logan had always been the quieter, more serious oneâa reflection of his father in so many ways. While his younger brother practically buzzed with energy, Logan was a calm presence, though he often seemed like he was carrying the weight of the world on his small shoulders. she told Bradley everything would ruin him.
Keith barely paid attention, his legs swinging wildly under the table. âBut itâs a non-uniform day! We donât have to wear the stupid ties and stuff! And weâre bringing money to school! Can we buy sweets, Mama?â
Y/N smiled at the contrast between her two boys. Keith was practically bursting with excitement, his eyes wide and full of life. Meanwhile, Logan sat quietly in front of his cereal, poking at the milk with his spoon, his face expressionless.
âI gave Logan a tenner,â Y/N said, looking at her older son. âHeâll pay for both of you.â
Logan sighed and pushed his hair back, not too thrilled about his role as the responsible older brother but accepting it with his usual calm. âIâll take care of it,â he said in his usual, even tone. âBut Keith, youâve gotta calm down. Youâre gonna knock something over.â
Keith, of course, ignored the warning. âCan we buy, like, five packs of candy, Logan? And maybe some chocolate too!â
Logan raised an eyebrow. âNo. Thatâs not what itâs for. Weâre paying for the non-uniform day, not having a candy shopping spree.â
Keith pouted dramatically, crossing his arms over his chest, but he didnât argue back. He knew better. âFine,â he muttered, but within seconds, he was back to fidgeting in his seat, still brimming with excitement.
Y/N shook her head in amusement. âLoganâs right. The money is for school, not to load up on sweets. But maybe Iâll get you something after school if you both behave, okay?â
Keith perked up immediately. âOkay, Mama!â
Logan merely nodded, his expression unchanging. He took a slow bite of his cereal, clearly not as enthusiastic about the day as his younger brother. Y/N knew it wasnât just about todayâLogan had always been more introspective, more serious. He carried a quiet sadness sometimes, though he didnât like to talk about it much. She knew he missed his father, even if he didnât say it aloud. The weight of responsibility that had fallen on his young shoulders wasnât something a boy his age should have to deal with.
Y/N glanced at the clock on the wall, mentally going through her schedule for the day. âIâve got to work until four today,â she said, placing her mug down on the counter. âSo Pennyâs going to pick you both up from school, and youâll hang out with Amelia until Iâm off. That okay with you guys?â
Keith immediately bounced in his seat again. âYay! I love hanging out with Amelia! Sheâs gonna let me play her video games, right? She said she would last time!â
Logan just nodded, taking another slow bite of his cereal. âThatâs fine,â he said, his tone still calm and measured. âWeâll be okay.â
Y/N walked over and ruffled Loganâs hair, earning a slight frown from him as he smoothed it back down. âI know you will. Youâre always a big help with Keith.â
Keith grinned at his brother, clearly not picking up on the subtle tension in Loganâs face. âLoganâs the best!â he shouted, practically bouncing out of his chair now. âHeâs gonna let me sit with him at lunch too!â
Logan sighed softly, glancing at his younger brother. âYeah, sure. Just⊠calm down, okay?â
Y/N chuckled, finishing the last of her coffee before setting the cup down. She leaned against the counter, watching her boysâso different from each other, but in some ways, inseparable. Keith was a bright light, always full of energy and joy, while Logan had become her steady, serious boy, even though she wished heâd let himself be a kid more often.
âAlright, you two. Finish up your breakfast and get your shoes on. We need to leave in ten minutes,â Y/N said, gently nudging them along.
Keith practically jumped out of his chair, already halfway to the hallway to grab his sneakers, while Logan moved with his usual calm, taking his time to finish his cereal before he stood up.
Y/N glanced at Logan, her heart aching just a little as she watched him. âLogan,â she said softly, causing him to pause and look up at her. âYou donât always have to be the grown-up, you know. Itâs okay to just⊠be a kid.â
Logan shrugged, his eyes dropping to the floor. âI know,â he said, but there was a distance in his voice, like he wasnât quite convinced.
Y/N sighed softly, resisting the urge to push further. Logan was like thatâquiet, introspective. Heâd open up when he was ready, and sheâd be there when he did.
âAlright, letâs go,â she said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood. âNon-uniform day and no rushing. Itâs a good start to the day, donât you think?â
Logan gave a small, barely noticeable nod, and together they all headed out the door, Keith still chattering excitedly about his plans for the day while Logan walked quietly beside him, always the calm to his little brotherâs storm.
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Y/N had barely finished her second cup of coffee when her phone buzzed with a new case. She was standing in the precinctâs break room, chatting with her rookie partner, Officer Miles Daniels, when her phone went off. Glancing at the screen, her stomach sank as she read the details. A crash at Top Gunâthe United States Navy Fighter Weapons School.
âMiles, grab your gear,â Y/N called over her shoulder as she quickly gathered her things. âWeâve got a case. Weâre heading to Top Gun.â
Miles raised an eyebrow, still fresh-faced and eager after joining the detective unit, but he moved quickly, following her lead. âTop Gun? Isnât that, like, military?â
âYeah, it is,â Y/N responded, slipping her badge and gun into place as they made their way out of the precinct. âBut if thereâs civilian criminal activity involved, or something suspicious, we get pulled in. Plus, this isnât just a crashâitâs a potential aircraft destruction case.â
As they made the short drive to the base, Y/N filled Miles in on what they were walking into. The pilot was in stable condition, but there was suspicion that the crash wasnât just an accident. With a $15 million aircraft destroyed, the stakes were high.
When they arrived at the Naval base, the military security waved them through after checking their credentials. Y/N parked the car outside the main lobby of the base, and the two of them stepped out into the bright morning sun. The sprawling complex of hangars, runways, and state-of-the-art fighter jets stretched out in front of them.
Inside the lobby, they were met by Sergeant Tim Bradford, a stoic and no-nonsense detective who had recently transferred from LAPD to work more closely with specialized cases involving military personnel. Y/N had worked with him on a couple of cases before. He was tough, by the book, and not someone to mess with.
âBradford,â Y/N greeted him with a nod as she and Miles approached.
âDetective Y/L/N,â Bradford replied, giving her a quick, respectful nod. His sharp blue eyes shifted briefly to Miles, sizing him up. âThis your rookie?â
âYeah, Officer Daniels,â Y/N introduced her partner. Miles nodded politely, though he seemed slightly nervous under Bradfordâs scrutinizing gaze.
âAlright,â Bradford said, moving straight to business. âHereâs what we know: A pilot, callsign âRaptor,â nosedived his F/A-18 Super Hornet straight into the runway early this morning. Heâs in stable condition at the hospital, but that jet? Itâs totalledâ$15 million down the drain. The Navyâs doing their own investigation, but weâve been brought in to determine if this was an intentional act or negligence.â
Y/Nâs brow furrowed as she listened. âAny indication so far that it was deliberate?â
Bradford shook his head. âNot yet. The pilot claims he lost control, but thereâs speculation he might have been pushed into itâpressure from his CO, maybe. And if we find anything that points to foul play, the Navyâs going to press charges for destruction of government property. Thatâs where we come in.â
Y/N nodded, exchanging a glance with Miles, who was taking everything in, trying to piece it all together. âAlright,â she said. âLetâs get to the crash site.â
As they made their way across the base toward the crash site, Y/N kept her eyes sharp. The walk was long, but it gave her a chance to mentally prepare. Aircraft crashes werenât her usual territory, but the stakes were high, and she was used to pressure.
âI read up on the case file on the way here,â Miles said as they walked. âThe pilotâs got a clean recordânothing disciplinary, no indication heâd do something like this on purpose.â
âKeep that in mind, but donât jump to conclusions,â Y/N replied, her tone firm but patient. âWeâre here to look at the evidence, not get caught up in speculation.â
As they neared the crash site, the wreckage of the once sleek fighter jet came into view. The front of the aircraft was crumpled, its nose smashed into the runway with debris scattered all around. Military personnel were already on the scene, cordoning off the area, but the sheer destruction was undeniable.
Y/N knelt down near the wreckage, scanning the area. The nose of the plane was completely destroyed, and the force of the impact had created deep cracks in the runway. It was clear that this hadnât been a controlled landing.
âJesus,â Miles muttered under his breath, his eyes wide as he looked over the wreckage.
âYeah,â Y/N agreed grimly, standing up. âThis wasnât a small mistake.â
She turned to Bradford. âHave they ruled out mechanical failure?â
âTheyâre working on it,â Bradford said, crossing his arms as he surveyed the scene. âBut so far, nothing obvious. Itâs more likely a pilot error, but the pilot swears he was fully in control before the nosedive.â
Y/N nodded thoughtfully, walking around the wreckage. Her mind worked quickly, analysing the scene, looking for anything that didnât quite fit. âWeâll need to talk to the ground crew who prepped the plane and the other pilots who were flying with him,â she said, glancing at Miles. âSomething doesnât add up here.â
Bradford nodded. âAlready got the names. Ground crewâs being interviewed, and the flight teamâs in the ready room waiting for you.â
Y/N exchanged a look with Miles. âLetâs get to it. The faster we figure out what happened here, the better.â
As Y/N and Miles made their way toward the hangar, they passed a group of aviators, all wearing their flight suits and looking equally serious and exhausted. Among them, a familiar face caught Y/Nâs eye. The short moustache, the tousled sandy hair, and that unmistakable stanceâit was Bradley âRoosterâ Bradshaw.
Y/Nâs breath caught in her throat for a moment. She hadnât seen Bradley in years, not since Danielâs funeral. He looked older now, more worn by the weight of life, but still very much the kid brother of her late husband. Her heart squeezed at the sight of him, a wave of memories flooding back.
âBradley?â she called out, her voice hesitant but filled with recognition.
Bradley turned at the sound of his name, his eyes widening as he saw her. âY/N?â he said, a mix of surprise and relief crossing his face. âI canât believe it. What are you doing here?â
They approached each other, and Y/N gave him a warm smile. âDetective now,â she explained, gesturing to her badge. âWorking a case on base.â
Rooster gave a small smile, his eyes softening with a mix of nostalgia and respect. âItâs been a while.â
âToo long,â Y/N replied, though the weight of that statement hung between them. The unspoken grief over Daniel was still there, lingering in the air. But this wasnât the time or place for a deep conversation about the past.
Bradley shook his head, a half-smirk playing on his lips. âI shouldâve known youâd end up kicking ass as a detective.â
Y/N chuckled softly. âI try. And youâyouâre an instructor now, huh? Flying with the best of the best?â
Bradley nodded. âYeah, something like that. Let me introduce you to my wingman.â He turned, motioning toward a tall, confident-looking man standing a few feet away. âThis is Lieutenant Jake âHangmanâ Seresin.â
Jake stepped forward, offering a charming grin that seemed to light up his entire face. âPleasure to meet you, Detective Y/L/N. Heard a lot about you,â he said smoothly, extending his hand.
Y/N raised an eyebrow, taking his hand and giving it a firm shake. Jakeâs grip was strong, but not overbearing. There was something about his demeanourâequal parts charm and arroganceâthat made her feel like she needed to stay on her toes around him. He had that aura, the kind of guy who was used to turning heads and getting what he wanted.
âI hope it was all good things,â Y/N replied, her tone lightly teasing.
âAll good,â Jake said with a wink, his southern drawl coming through in a way that made his words linger just a little too long. âRoosterâs mentioned how tough you are. Seems like you two go way back.â
âWe do,â Y/N confirmed, glancing at Rooster with a fond smile. âFamily.â
There was a pause as the moment settled between them, and then Jake spoke up again. âSo, what brings you to our little corner of the sky? I assume itâs not just a social visit.â
Y/N shifted back into professional mode, nodding. âWeâre investigating the crash. The pilotââRaptor,â I believeâis in stable condition, but thereâs a possibility this wasnât just pilot error. We need to determine if this was deliberate or negligence. My job is to figure out what went wrong and, if necessary, whoâs responsible.â
Rooster exchanged a look with Jake, both of them clearly intrigued but also guarded. âWeâre the instructors for this group,â Bradley said. âBut we donât know much beyond that. Raptorâs a good pilotâthis isnât something youâd expect from him.â
Jake nodded in agreement. âYeah, kidâs sharp. Cocky, sure, but weâve all been there. Heâs not the kind to pull a stunt like this unless something went wrong.â
Y/N folded her arms, considering their words. âSo no inside information? Nothing unusual in his behaviour or flight patterns before the crash?â
Both men shook their heads. âNo,â Rooster replied. âEverything seemed normal during the briefing and take-off. Whatever happened, it mustâve been in the air.â
âOr in his head,â Jake added, his expression thoughtful. âSometimes itâs hard to tell whatâs going on up there, even with the best pilots.â
Y/N nodded, appreciating their input. âAlright, well, hereâs what weâve got so far,â she said, launching into a detailed explanation.
âThe crash happened early this morning. Raptor nosedived into the runway, and while heâs alive, the aircraft is totalled. The Navyâs investigating the mechanical side, but they want us to assess whether there was any human interferenceâeither pressure from above, negligence, or if this was intentional. The stakes are high. A $15 million jet destroyed canât just be written off as an accident without a full inquiry. Weâre looking into everything: the ground crew, flight logs, maintenance records, and Raptorâs personal state of mind.â
Bradley listened intently, his arms crossed over his chest, while Jakeâs eyes narrowed, taking it all in. âThatâs serious,â Rooster finally said, his voice low. âIf thereâs any suspicion of intentional sabotage or negligence, heâs looking at major charges.â
âExactly,â Y/N agreed. âWeâre trying to avoid that if itâs not warranted, but we need to be thorough.â
Jake leaned against the side of a nearby truck, his expression a mix of intrigue and something close to admiration. âWell, Detective, youâve got your work cut out for you. Anything we can do to help?â
Y/N smiled at him, though her mind was already racing with the possibilities. âJust stay close in case we need anything. I might need to talk to the other pilots too.â
Rooster nodded. âWeâll be around. And hey, itâs good to see you again, Y/N.â
âYou too, Bradley,â she replied softly before glancing back at Jake, who gave her one last charming grin as they walked away.
âDonât be a stranger, Detective,â Jake called after her with a wink.
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The four-hour mark at the crash site. The long day was wearing on both of them, but Y/N was no stranger to gruelling hours. She had spent countless days on crime scenes, sifting through endless evidence, and poring over tiny details that could make or break a case. Yet, this one seemed differentâsomething about it felt dead in the water.
They had examined the wreckage from every angle, spoken to the ground crew, double-checked the maintenance logs, and even consulted with the flight team. But nothing substantial had emerged to indicate foul play. It seemed more and more like a tragic case of pilot error, despite the nagging feeling in Y/Nâs gut that something wasnât right.
She straightened up from where she had been crouching near the debris, wiping her hands on her jeans and squinting in the fading light. Miles walked over, notebook in hand, looking exhausted but still eager.
âWhat do you think, Detective?â Miles asked, his voice quieter than usual, likely from the hours of tension.
Y/N sighed, her eyes scanning the crumpled remains of the jet one last time. âI think this is a dead case for us,â she admitted reluctantly. âThereâs no solid evidence of foul play, no suspicious activity leading up to the crash. Itâs looking more like a tragic mistake than anything else.â
Miles nodded slowly, clearly taking her lead, though he looked a little deflated. âSo, weâre calling it?â
âWeâll let the Navy finish their mechanical investigation, but as far as our end goes, yeah, Iâm calling it,â Y/N said, her tone final but not unkind. âYou did good today, Miles. I know itâs not the ending we were hoping for, but sometimes cases just donât pan out the way you think they will.â
âYeah,â he agreed, scratching the back of his neck. âI get it. But itâs frustrating.â
âIt is,â she said, giving him a small smile. âBut thatâs part of the job. Letâs head back. Iâll debrief with Rooster and Hangman, and weâll wrap this up.â
Together, they made their way back toward where Rooster and Hangman had been waiting by the hangar. Y/N could see them leaning against the side of a truck, deep in conversation. When they saw her and Miles approaching, Rooster straightened up, his expression expectant.
âHowâs it looking?â Rooster asked, his tone hopeful but cautious.
Y/N shook her head. âNot much to go on. Iâm calling it a dead case for us. The Navy can finish their investigation, but we havenât found anything that suggests sabotage or intentional destruction.â
Rooster sighed softly, nodding in understanding. âAlright, thanks for looking into it anyway. I know Raptorâs not going to be thrilled, but itâs better than a criminal charge hanging over his head.â
At that moment, Miles stepped forward, looking a little nervous but determined. âActually, Lieutenant Bradshaw, I still have a few more questions for youâjust to tie up some loose ends.â
Rooster raised an eyebrow but gave a nod, turning his attention fully to Miles. âSure thing, Officer. What do you need?â
As Rooster and Miles moved off to the side, Y/N turned to see Jake âHangmanâ Seresin watching her with that signature grin plastered across his face. His charm seemed almost effortless, like it was second nature to him.
âWell, Detective,â Hangman said, pushing off from the truck and sauntering over to her with a slight swagger. âSince Roosterâs busy, how about I walk you to your car? Itâs the least I can do after youâve been out here all day in the sun.â
Y/N chuckled, feeling the tension in her shoulders begin to ease for the first time in hours. There was something disarming about Hangmanâs confidence. Normally, she wouldâve felt guarded, maybe even slightly intimidated by a guy like him. But right now? For the first time in a long time, she didnât feel that way.
âSure,â she said with a smirk. âI wouldnât mind the company.â
They began walking across the tarmac together, the gentle evening breeze cooling the hot air from the long day. Hangman kept pace beside her, his hands tucked casually into his flight suit pockets, his easy smile never faltering.
âSo,â he began, his tone light, âyouâre telling me that after spending four hours out here investigating a crash and coming up empty, you still manage to look this good? Iâve got to say, Iâm impressed.â
Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, though she couldnât help but smile. âIs that your best line, Lieutenant? Youâre going to have to try harder than that.â
âMaybe,â Hangman drawled, his Texas accent coming through thick. âBut I figure, why mess with what works?â
Y/N shook her head, but she was still smiling. âIs this how you charm all the women you meet?â
He gave her a faux-hurt expression. âNot all the women, Detective. Just the ones who look like they could outsmart me and outshoot me in the same day.â
Y/N laughed, a real laugh, and she realized how rare that had become. Jake was flirty, sure, but in a way that wasnât overbearing or disrespectful. He wasnât pushing boundariesâjust toeing the line, making her feel lighter after such a long, draining day.
As they reached her car, she stopped, turning to face him. Hangman looked down at her with a playful spark in his eyes, clearly not ready to let the moment end.
âWell, thanks for the escort, Lieutenant Seresin,â Y/N said, her voice softer now. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her work card, handing it to him. âHere. This has my number on itâin case you ever feel like texting. Iâm⊠open to it.â
For a moment, Jake looked surprised, but that charming smile returned quickly as he took the card from her hand. His fingers brushed hers lightly, sending a small spark up her arm. âNow, thatâs an offer I wonât pass up,â he said smoothly, tucking the card into his pocket. âYou can expect a text soon, Detective. Count on it.â
Y/N felt a strange flutter in her chest as she smiled at him one last time, sliding into her car. As she closed the door and started the engine, Jake stepped back, giving her a two-finger salute before watching her drive away.
For the first time in years, the idea of someone flirting with her didnât make her feel guarded or anxious. Instead, it felt⊠nice. Maybe it was Hangmanâs easy-going confidence, or maybe it was just time for her to feel something other than the weight of responsibility. Either way, she wasnât opposed to seeing where things might lead.
As she drove away from the base, Y/N glanced at her phone in the cup holder. And for the first time in a long while, she found herself hoping that a certain charming fighter pilot would follow through on his promise.
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someone asked me not a long time ago, why i get upset if anyone kills a spider in my presence. here's my not very little answer. idk. thoughts,,
i like little things. tiny creatures that crawl around here and there. i think spiders are cute, and when i look at one, my brain goes to my childhood, where i was spending time watching cross orbweavers weave their webs every late evening. watching them do that was an escape for me. every summer i had a few spiders in our garden that i would name and check on them every night. what did they caught? did they eat? how is their web? did they molt? how are they doing? lifting rocks was always about finding something under them. going outside in the night with a flashlight was a whole adventure of "who will i see today in the grass" and realizing that after the sunset life is completely different. i was always afraid of the dark, and big pitch black sky with the stars kinda scared me as a child. so when i was overwhelmed by the space and the feeling of how small and meaningless and lost on a rock in an endless cosmos i am, i was looking under my feet with a flashlight to find something even smaller, closer, familiar and calming. seing tiny creatures was always about learning to understand, to be curious, and to be gentle. to understand that even if you don't mean to, you can hurt someone by accident, and they can get scared and bite back, so better be gentle to begin with. it was about learning to be kind. it was also learning about life and death since they live much shorter life. to appreciate a moment that can't last forever. seeing people around them was sometimes a lesson about hate, that was quite confusing to me. i didn't understand why would people just go to something small and smash it. later on in life, when i was bullied in school i didn't try to see a reason. lesson learned, i thought. people tend to hate when you somehow, in their mind, don't belong somewhere. but growing up loving small things was such a nice experience. i've seen a lot. i've learned a lot. i've held so many beautiful creatures in my hands. so yes, i get upset if people kill spiders, insects, crustaceans, worms etc when i'm around. i don't see it being necessary. and yes, there aren't many very poisonous things where i live. still, anywhere you are there are a few options if there's a spider on a wall. so yes, again, i love little things crawling around. during winter, with no little crawlies outside, the world is awfully dead and quiet to me. all little random house spiders are welcome to make their web somewhere in the corner of my room. if a spider is reading this - you are always welcome, i love u
#love letter to spiders and other crawlies around#barghest barks#there are so many thoughts but my brain is suddenly empy. apologies#also might be typos#i didn't read it after typing#yeaghh
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partners in crime â j. changmin
after a series of unpredictable events, you and ji changmin, the foster kid with a shady reputation, become partners in crime. in a world where every choice has a consequence, you two must decide how far you're willing to go as you balance on the edge of danger with the promise of a better life.
pairing: ji changmin x fem! reader
genre: criminals au. coming of age, slice of life. angst, hurt/comfort. thief! changmin. partners in crime au (duh). slight high school au. inspired by a real case of robbery in a jewelry store here lmao. also loosely inspired by the kdrama extracurricular!
wc: 33k (33.689)
warnings: mentions of alcoholism and juvenile behavior, swearing, changmin's character is a little inconsistent at first. changmin is a foster child, dysfunctional families, financial issues, yn's father is absent. mentions of minors going on dates with older men, a man trying to take advantage of the reader, a physical fight (with the use of a knife), fake gun, robbery and that should be it...?
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a/n: i had worked on this fic since december and only finished it at the beginning of may i am so glad it's finally out TT thank you SO much to my best friend @csenke for beta reading this, your comments were what made me feel more secure about this fic to actually post it. i know it's a lot of work and i appreciate you<3 i always wanted to write a fic like this and it's finally here, i hope yall like it hihi taglist: @songchan @luumiinaa
One of the police officers drags you up from the chair by your shoulder, urging you to move outside of the room. The one thatâs been sitting opposite of you smiles sadly at youâ something akin to sympathy, but not enough to really get through and hit your coreâ while the other one opens the door and shoves you down to sit at the plastic chair outside of the office. His movements are more stern and strong, tone of voice more stingy when he talks to youâ itâs not hard to differentiate which one of them has kids at home, which one knows the tired eyes of a teenager more.
âWait here until your mother picks you up,â the officer says, a stone cold look making you shiver.
âShe doesnât know that Iâm here. You called her and she didnât pick up, soââ
âI donât care, young lady. Either your mother comes to pick you up, or you stay here forever, for all I care,â he mutters, sending you another one of his sharp looks before he turns around and disappears back into the room you came from, shutting the door behind him with a loud thud.Â
Figure jumping at the sudden noise, you settle deeper into the uncomfortable chair. Christmas will come earlier than your mother, and thatâs a lot to say, since itâs Marchâ and it seems that nobody really cares if you stay here forever. Itâs not surprising, actually. Not at all. You donât know what you were thinking anyway, but heyâ desperate times call for desperate measures, and you had no other way of going around the situation. You donât regret trying. You just regret getting caught.
Head resting against the hard wall, intending to rest your eyes closed and maybe take a nap before a miracle happens and your mother somehow starts caring and appears on the doorstep of the police, your orbs are met with another pair sitting opposite of you, silently watching the previous exchange. The intensity of his gaze almost makes you jump in surprise again, only relaxing when you recognise the owner of the dark chocolate irises and visibly shudder, embarrassment creeping up your neck.Â
Itâs not every day you meet a guy from your school at a police station. Well, itâs not every day you end up at the police station, but being caught by someone who is aware of your existence makes this whole encounter even more uncomfortable.
âDidnât expect to see you here,â Ji Changmin chirps, something akin to an amused smirk appearing on his face. His composure is light. He seems to be comfortable with the situationâ well, as much as you can read from his blood-smeared faceâ and you start to wonder how and why your silent classmate from English class would end up at the police station, with a cut on his lip, a bruise on his upper jaw and scraped knuckles on full display, as he rests his intertwined hands in his lap.
âCould say the same about you,â you shrug, biting back at him.Â
âOh please,â he snickers, shaking his head in disbelief, âIâm a regular here.â
The sentence catches you off guard. Itâs not every day you meet a guy from school at a police station, but considering his words, it seems like you would meet him here every day, only if you were dragged here by rough hands of a police officer as often as he has.
âOh,â you gasp, not really knowing how to react to such a confession, âgood⊠to knowâŠ?â you mumble, nodding to prove your point.
You expect the conversation to die downâ you donât really know what to talk about with someone you barely know at the most unusual place you could imagine for a conversation. Ji Changmin is one of the classmates youâve never talked to before, but would say hi to when passing them by on the street. He seems polite and easy-going enough to not feel uncomfortable with when left alone in a closed space together, but aloof enough to not have many friends himself. You barely know anything about himâ apart from his marks in the one class you share, since you are often chosen to be the one to hand out graded tests at the beginning of Englishâ and you donât expect things to change just because you met him in unfortunate circumstances.
At least you know this wonât get out in any way. Not like you have any reputation to withhold in the first placeâ youâd just hate to have the reputation of someone being chased around by the police. Trying hard to find the light in the things, you thank all higher forces that out of everyone, the one classmate that could witness all of this is the guy with seemingly no friends to tell.
Changmin seems to have different plans, though. For someone that isnât interested in making bonds with people, he seems to be interested in casual talk with you.
Well, if you could call this casual.
âYeah,â he shrugs, âthey always let the kid from the foster house get away with it. They blame it on the trauma, or something, make me sign some papers and then someone comes to pick me up and the cycle repeats itself over and over again.â
The information catches you off guard. Truth be told, you didnât know that about Changminâ you doubt anyone from school really knows, except for the teachers, and the sudden confession makes you hesitant. You donât really know why heâs telling you this. If you were in his position, youâre sure you wouldnât. It seems like everyone has a different measure for whatâs appropriate to tell someone you barely know, though, and Changmin seems to enjoy the weird intimacy of the quiet police station enough to dump this information on you.
âOhâŠâ you say, chewing on the inside of your cheek. Not wanting him to think youâre distressed with the information, disturbed, even, you try hard to think of a conversation topic to discuss with him. âWhat⊠what did you do this time, then?â you ask, mentally slapping yourself for being so awkward.
âTried to pickpocket someone on the street,â he says, chuckling to himself. His eyes move to his bruised hands, shrugging. âSeems like I picked a bad victim. See, he had this fancy watch, so I saw him as a jackpot, but then he swung at me and⊠here I go,â he says, laughing as if it was a funny story.
He must be a regular here. He is too comfortable with being arrested to not be.
âThatâs⊠unfortunate,â you hum, watching as the boy in front of you shrugs, eyes curious as they land on yours.
âIt is⊠I could buy so much with that money,â he sighs, shaking his head, âwhat about you, though? How did you end up here?â
âOh, uhmâŠâ you gasp, scratching the back of your neck, suddenly a little shameful to admit it once youâre asked, âI⊠I tried to steal something and I was caught by the store owner, so he called the police on meâŠâ you tightly smile, hoping to seem nonchalant.
âShoplifting?â Changmin chuckles. âWhat did you want to steal? Designer clothes, or something?â he snickers, obviously mocking you. And itâs validâ you are a teenage girl, after all. You seem to have everything you need in your life, but thatâs only because you donât let anyone even suspect that there is something wrong. To an outsider's eye, they might think there is nothing more you could need to be happy if not designer clothes or jewelry. Itâs what most teenage girls get caught stealingâ you guess heâs not wrong for making such a guess.
Still, you feel a bit hurt at seeming so vain. Locking eyes with the boy, you shrug. If heâs going to share every small detail of his life with you in the comfort of the walls of the police station, you guess you can unveil at least something to him, desperate to make him feel ashamed for assuming.
âNo, actually,â you say, the tone of voice suddenly calm and collected, âI was stealing groceries.â
And it finally seems to down on himâ because if you try to steal something, it means youâre lacking it, right? Why would you steal something you can easily buy?
Thatâs rightâ you wouldnât.
Changminâs eyes soften with the realization, his mouth opening to say somethingâ anythingâ before heâs cut off by the door to one of the offices opening, the kinder one of the policemen approaching you with a solemn look in his eye, leaning towards you to talk quietly into your ear.
âYou can go home now, okay? Weâll let you off with a warning this time,â he says, smiling at you.Â
âBut my motherââ
âJust go.â
You guess the object youâre stealing makes a difference in the way youâre treated at the police station. Also, you guess itâs good that people still have sympathy.
Usually, you hate the sad looks from people that are aware. This time, you leave the police station comforted, happy to know that you still have a future without a criminal record.
Youâll have to be more careful next time.
Eyes catching the glimmer of the silver chain in between your fingers, you press your skin into the metal and drag your nail over the stones in the pedant. You watch over the glass vitrines situated all around the store, various different shades of gold and silver staring back at you, almost laughing to your face with the prize tags slapped onto them, showing prices worth more than your groceries for the month.Â
Contemplating your next decision, looking behind your shoulder to catch the security camera watching you, you think over your next steps. Angling your body so that itâs shielding what youâre doing with your hands, you gently take out the drawer that youâve taken the silver chain out of, pretending to put the jewelry back where you got it from.
Your movements are careful, calculated. Youâve rethought this plan over and over again, birthed in your mind the moment you saw the sign âhiringâ on the glass door of the fancy jewelry store in the town centerâ made adjustments to it, tweaked it around and tried your hardest to make a good impression on your boss so she wouldnât suspect anythingâ but now that youâre actually in front of the important part, the one thatâs supposed to help you the most in your hunt for money, you canât really bring yourself to do it.
Who knows. Maybe you could just keep the jobâ you donât make much, though, considering you only work part-time. With the way your shifts are scheduled and the amount of time you have to put into working, you donât really see the jewelry store as a good source of incomeâ you are barely home and have time for anything.Â
And itâs not the kind of money you need. Not at all.
Sighing to yourself, you shake your head to clear it off all thoughtsâ itâs time to do it. You can be sneaky. You can be uncaught. You just have to put your head to it.
Fingers shaking, you move the chain towards the front pocket of your jeans, ready to hide it in there and then sell it in the pawn shop a few weeks later to not raise much suspicionâ when the sound of the front door opening brings you out of your thoughts, making you jump in surprise. Eyes snapping to the customer entering the store, you get ready to sport the kindest, warmest smile you canâ to seem innocent and not at all suspicious. However, the grin stops growing mid-way as you recognise the appearance of the customer, smile freezing and turning into a concerned frown.Â
This is not how youâd expect a customer of a fancy jewelry store to look.
The person is dressed in black, skinny jeans adorning their thighs, the hood of their jacket pulled over their head and a mask covering the bottom half of their face. Before you get a chance to dwell on it any further, they take out a gunâ and they point it to your face.
Thereâs a moment in time where you feel like everything freezes. A moment in time where you just stare the gun into its eyes and wait for the person to shoot you, a moment in time where you canât even think. Your brain clears, the only thought present at the tip of your tongue beingâ this is not how I imagined to go.
Your hands start shaking as you put them above your head, pupils dilating in terror. You guess this is something you shouldâve expected when taking the job in an expensive jewelry store, but even though youâre aware a situation like this could exist in your timeline, you donât really expect it. Itâs like that with all bad things in lifeâ you keep telling yourself that thereâs no way something like that would happen to a person like you.
Thereâs no way your father would leave. Thereâs no way your motherâs world would crumble. Thereâs no way youâll be left in charge of everything. Thereâs no way youâll have to be the one to steal groceries because you canât afford to buy food to put into your sisterâs mouth.Â
Thereâs no way a man would pull out a gun on you in the middle of your shift.
And yet, it happened. Everything.
In a moment of absolute terror, though, it feels like the world starts spinning again and the force clutching your chest relaxes a little when you stare into the manâs eyes.Â
Strange, isnât it?
Thereâs a sense of familiarity in his gaze. Something mirroring a weird kind of surprise, a weird kind of recognition. A million different thoughts flow through your brain, eyes scanning his figureâ the skin of his hands as he grips the gun that you now recognise to be one of the kinds you use when you play airsoft, not a real oneâ the lean posture of his figure, but most importantly, the spark in his dark orbs that somehow invites you to do everything he tells you to. Not because heâd kill you if you donâtâ but because somehow, you know this might be of gain for you.
Trying hard to play out your previous panic, riding off the erratic heartbeat in your chest, you walk over to the cash register and open the drawer. Eyes meeting with the intruder, you precisely take out the bills stacked in the register, throwing them on the counter in a careless, yet seemingly nervous manner.Â
âThe jewelry,â he mumbles, pointing towards the vitrines with his chin, waiting for you to obey his words.Â
It doesnât take you much to take out the drawers full of silver and gold, letting the man take whatever he pleases, his bag filled with expensive chains and rings, all while he keeps the gun on you to get the full effect.Â
You could be given an Oscar for how good your acting performance was in this very moment.
Your eyes lock in another meaningful gaze, one that suggests that all cards are on the table now and you share a secret you will never be able to shake off, before he disappears out of the store into the dark. Acting stunned for the camera, you only reach for the phone when youâre certain heâs far enough to not be caught, dialing 911 and telling the line all about the robbery.
Ji Changmin chose the bad jewelry store to rob.
Or maybe, he chose the best one he could.
You find him sitting on one of the tables with built-in benches at the corner of the school yard, alone and seemingly lost in thought. His eyes are dark, deep as the ocean, the black bangs falling into his eyes only helping more with pushing his mysterious appearance. The tie around his neck is a little loose, since Changmin was never the believer of wearing your school uniform properly, and when you approach him, he barely notices your presence.Â
Clearing your throat, you finally catch his attention. The male stares up at you, raising his eyebrows in question, as if to ask you what you want from him. And itâs validâ as youâve never been the one to talk to him first, since he was the self-believed outcast in the school (and self-preserved too, since he never really made any attempts at connecting with others) â but you think that after your recent encounter, you reaching out to him is not something that shall surprise the boy. More so, he shouldâve expected it.
âChangmin,â you hum, as if to tell him that he should be the one to talk to you first, the one to bring up the matter. If you really think about it, he should apologize. If not for making you lose your job (which was mostly your fault, because you didnât make the attempt to call the police on the thief fast enough), then for the emotional damage and very obvious trauma his little play couldâve cost you, had you not recognised him and the fake gun aimed towards your forehead.
âY/N,â he smiles, the tug of his lips almost looking ironical. He looks like the Cheshire cat, mischief almost reeking of him as he pats the place next to him on the table, legs resting on top of the bench crossed, showing his casualty. âFancy seeing you here,â he says, and with that, you know he sees right through you.
He knows damn well why you came. Hell, it would be weird if he didnât. He also knew that youâd come crawling to him first, almost taking advantage of the fact that he has the upper hand on you with knowing the information you confided him with at the police station. No person that steals groceries is a millionaire, after all. Only someone who desperately needs the money goes ahead and steals something so trivial.Â
Maybe it's a bit of an asshole move from Changmin, if you really think about it. You let him get away with it, and now, heâs pretending like you owe him one, not the other way around.
âWhat do I owe the pleasure to?â he asks, tone of voice laced with irony. He is almost a little too lighthearted for someone who robbed a jewelry store just three days prior, and it suddenly makes you wonder if heâs done this before. How often does a boy like him just run around town and steals things from big corporations? Youâre all for the eat the rich agendaâ itâs just a little weird to think about how skilled Ji Changmin looked in the act. How calm he was. As if heâs done stuff like this before. As if he was an expert.
Was this his hobby? A way to pass time?
âCut it out, Changmin,â you grunt, tugging the edge of your skirt down as you sit on the table next to him, covering your thighs, âyou know why Iâm here.â
âIâm afraid I have no idea,â he hums, pursing his lips and acting out a perfectly staged face of surprise. If you could punch him in the face right now, youâd do it. You didnât notice the boy to be so smug back at the police stationâ maybe it was your own distress shielding your judgment.Â
âCome on,â you roll your eyes, sighing. âI didnât let you off just to have you laugh in my face about it. Whereâs my cut?â you ask, feeling a little impatient at this point.
âYour cut?â he asks, chuckling. âI wasnât aware you were the one doing the dirty job, you know. All you did was let me off because you were scaredââ
âOf your airsoft gun? Mhm, you are so correct,â you cut him off, noticing his face spread into one of irritation. A crease appears in the middle of his eyebrows at your reaction, his jaw hardening when he sees the annoyance in your eyes. You donât know what he was thinkingâ that youâre just gonna leave him off with all the money? He couldnât be that stupid, could he?
âLook, it was me who did the work, so I donât understand why you would think that you get a cut,â he shrugs, crossing his arms at his chest.Â
âYou do understand that I can just walk up to the police station and tell them that it was you?â you say, suddenly turning stone cold and serious. You thought yours and Changmin's little secret could do you something goodâ now it seems that you were wrong. âThey wouldnât bat an eye before sending you to jail, I bet. They have hoards of evidence of your past criminal behavior, but I donât think they could overlook this oneââ
âNow, donât get all threatening on me, sweetheart,â he grunts, kissing his teeth. âThereâs no reason to get all defensiveââ
âOh really!â you exclaim, catching the male off guard as you stand up from your seat, suddenly too heated to be in his presence. âI do believe that I have all the right to get defensive, though! You know damn well I didnât do this so you can run with the money and spend it on fuckall! Because guess what, Changminâ I did this to get something out of it. Not everyone gets to go around and do stupid shit for fun, so you best believe that when I basically became an accomplice to your crime, it wasnât just for shits and giggles.â
The male opens his mouth to reply to you, but before he gets a chance to do so, you continue, running your hand through your hair. âAnd if you think that I steal groceries for fun, then youâre terribly wrong. So if you donât let me take the part of money I rightfully deserve by basically dropping the hundred dollars worth of jewelry right into your grabby hands so I can survive for the next few days, you best believe I will do something about it.â
Thereâs a moment of silence between the two of you, the only thing heard around being the chirping of the birds and the sound of the wind hitting your eardrums. Your hair gets in your face from the strength of the breeze, the fabric of your school uniformâs skirt ruffling against your thighs. Itâs like the world stopped, something behind Changminâs eyes changing at seeing your obvious distress. Youâre really starting to think this was all a game for the boy. Something to pass the timeâ something to occupy his bored mind with.
He doesnât reply to you even after a few seconds, though, which makes you even more mad. The anger is tinted with disappointment and fury as you turn around and shuffle your feet through the school yard, accompanied by the sound of the school bell in the distance announcing your next period. Youâre ready to leave the boy there, already thinking of all ways you could go around telling the authorities without ratting yourself out in the process too.
Suddenly, something comes into contact with your wrist, pulling you back. Your legs stumble a bit, but you manage to stand your ground and throw daggers with your eyes at Changmin still holding you in your place. âLet me goââ
âLookââ
âI have class, Changmin,â you grunt, attempting to take your hand out of his grasp, but failing. His hold is firm. Unpainful, but strong. It makes you annoyed.
âWill you listen to me for just a second? Gosh,â he rolls his eyes, dropping your hand as if it was poisoned, shaking his head at your antics. You stare at him with raised eyebrows, waiting for what he has to say after having the opportunity to speak before, but ignoring it altogether and leaving you with the cold shoulder. Did he change his mind in that split second you showed him your back? Did he realize you were serious with your threats?
âOf course Iâm gonna give you the cut,â he grunts, scoffing. âWhat do you think I am? I was just keeping it for some leverage.â
The question sounds a bit ironical out of his mouth, since he spent the last couple of minutes trying to convince you that you have no part in his little robbery and that you have no right for the money he gained from it. The other half of his statement makes you intrigued, though. Not in a good wayâ just in a way that makes you wonder what the fuck he was talking about.
âLeverage?â you ask, squinting at him in question.
âWell,â he starts, staring at the sky for a split second, as if collecting his thoughts into coherent sentences. Scrambling for something in the back pocket of his pants, he takes out an envelope seemingly filled with cash heâs gained, offering it to you, but retracting his hand as soon as you start reaching for it. âLetâs say I have a bit of a plan for us two. A plan to make even more than this,â he says, pointing towards the envelope.
Squinting at the male, you scoff. As if you would ever agree to something so reckless. If this interaction with Ji Changmin taught you anything, itâs that the boy is not to be trusted. You canât read him. You canât tell when heâs joking or when heâs serious, you canât tell if heâs going to save you or throw you under the bus the moment he has a chance to. And if his plan is anything similar to the ways heâs shown himself to you before, youâre fairly certain that you want nothing to do with his endeavors.
âYeah, no, thank you,â you say, snatching the envelope from his hand and turning on your heel, ready to leave before he changes his mind again and takes whatâs rightfully yours out of your grasp, like the thief he seemingly is.
âThink it over, Y/N. You said you need the money,â he calls after you, not making a move from his previous spot in the corner of the yard. His words sting you a bit, but you guess heâs not wrongâ no matter how embarrassed or ashamed you feel of the situation. The outside of the school is completely empty now, everyone back to their classrooms waiting for the lectures to start, letting his words resonate in the stranded field. âI think we could make a very good team.â
Not looking back, you walk through the grass, taking a look at the amount in the envelope. You donât know the exact ratio he split the money into, since you donât really know how much he earned after selling everything at the pawn shop, but itâs more than you expected.Â
More than you wouldâve made with your initial plan.
Stillâ you want nothing to do with Ji Changmin. This only happened once, and youâll make sure it never happens again. Associating yourself with someone like him will do you more bad than good in the future, and thatâs something you really canât afford right now.Â
No matter how hard he tries to persuade you, you two will never be a part of the same plan.
Lunch breaks are almost always spent alone lately. Or at least thatâs how itâs been in the last few months, the last few years. Itâs not like you donât have any friends or acquaintances to spend them withâ youâre not that antisocialâ itâs just a lot easier to mask the fact that you have no food to put into your mouth when nobody pays attention to whether you eat or not.
The last amount of money you could afford to spend was pressed into the palm of your younger sister when you walked her to school today. There was no way for you to buy something at the canteen, and the last groceries that were edible were eaten last night. There was no way you could satisfy your hunger during the lunch break today, and to spare being embarrassed by the fact that you are barely holding your life together (since youâre 17 and taking care of everything), you decide to spend the few minutes in between classes in the school yard, sitting in the grass at the far corner of the school property.
Your eyes are pressed into your notebook, scribbling away as you try to pass time and ignore the pain in your stomach, chewing on the inside of your cheek in a bad attempt at focusing onto something else. When the sketch of the tree to your right turns out badly the third time in a row, you sigh and scribble all over the little drawing, wanting to see no more of it, wanting it to disappear. The very moment the tip of your pen lifts off the paper, something falls into your lap, the sound of a plastic bag rustling in the wind making you jolt in surprise.
Taking the item into your hand, you notice the sandwich wrapped in a tissue paper staring back at you, as if you wished it to existence and it fell into your lap from the sky with the sheer impact of your thinking. After more consideration, though, you look around and find a raven haired boy looking down at you, an indifferent look adorning his face.
âChangmin,â you hum, acknowledging his presence.
âY/N,â he nods, taking a seat next to you on the grass, completely uninvited. His invasion of your personal space makes you sigh, but his gesture makes you even more frustrated. Pointing towards the sandwich he threw into your lap, you ask.
âWhat is this?â
âA sandwich,â he shrugs, âI bought extra, we can share.â
A heartbeat passes of you and him having a staring contest, something inside of you turning bitter at the otherwise nice gesture. Is he making fun of you? Or does he pity you?
You hate both alternativesâ you almost canât decide which one you despise more.
âLook, Changmin,â you scoff, shaking your head in disbelief, âI donât know what the fuck youâre trying to do right now, but I am not your charity case. Just because you know Iâm too poor to buy my own lunch, it doesnât mean you can humiliate me and do it for me,â you grunt, throwing the sandwich back into his grip. He catches it with no trouble, fast reflexes working on full time.
âI didnât get it to humiliate you,â he says, rolling his eyes at your antics. It seems to be hard for you to accept actions of service from peopleâ and Changmin somehow understands. Heâs been through it with people around him his whole life. They show him any kind of kindness or pity for the fact that his parents decided he wasnât good enough to keep and threw him into the adoption system, and Changmin feels himself crawling out of his skin. He doesnât need pity. He hates the considerate looks.
But after years of living that way, he learned to use those instances for his advantage. Thereâs no excuse as useful to getting him out of trouble as âIâm sorry, I live in a foster home.â
âYeah? Then why did you?â
Changmin sighs, closing his eyes and paying more thought to how heâs going to reply to you. Speaking with you feels like working with a wild animalâ any bad step could shoo you away, or make you attack. He doesnât want either of those options. Actually, he wants something completely else. âItâs a bribe, really,â he shrugs, watching you and waiting for your reaction.
âA bribe?â you scoff, your chuckle almost sounding amused. âI already told you I want nothing to do with your plan, so you can take your stupid sandwich and fuck off.â
âIâm persistent when I want to be,â he just replies, watching you with an unmoving expression.
Ignoring his anticsâ as if to test how persistent he really can beâ you point your eyes back towards your notebook, scribbling random lines and shapes into the thin paper. Thereâs only so much silence he can bear before he realizes you wonât pay him a minute of your time, you think, but the more you scribble away and the more the birds around you chirp and the distant voices of kids enjoying their lunch break preserve, the less confident you are in your assumption. Ji Changmin is a strange individual.
âLook, we donât have to lie to ourselves now, Y/L/N. You know shit about me that could get me to jail, and I know shit about you that you donât just show to everyone. Involuntarily, but I know that stuff,â he starts, tone of voice almost careful, almost a little caring as he speaks. âYou and I both know you need money. And me? Well⊠I could use some cash too,â he hums.
When he doesnât get a reply, he continues with his little speech. âYou need money and I have a plan on how Iâm gonna get it for you. For us. But it will only work if us two do it together. Itâs a foolproof plan, but I need you on-board,â he says, clasping his hands together. Glancing up from your paper, you watch him with examining eyes.Â
He repays you with eye contact, as if speaking to you through his orbs. Thereâs a hint of understatement in the air, an aura of a connection you donât quite comprehend yet, but suddenly, the presence of him in your personal space feels less invading and more⊠alleviating. Like youâre not judged, like youâre not pitied.Â
Your stomach churns and Changmin chuckles, offering the sandwich back to you. Thereâs a moment in which you contemplate your next decision, knowing that if you take the food from him, itâs your own way of sealing the deal. You have no idea what his plan is, youâre completely unaware of what youâre getting yourself intoâ for all you know and predict, itâs not going to be the most legal thing under the sunâ but the more you think about it, the more you come to the conclusion that with the way your life is going right now, maybe you donât have that much to lose.
âSo? What do you say?â he asks, eyes lighting up when he notices your lack of resistance. âWill you at least hear me out?â
The wind makes his raven bangs move, revealing his forehead. He looks like he has a thousand tricks up his sleeve, hundreds of ways to get his way, no matter what he wants. He looks as sly as a fox, messy exterior with his tie loose around his neck, dress shirt a little wrinkly around the collar. Ji Changmin looks like heâs bad news. Like he can never bring you any good.Â
You should stay away.
Still, you take the sandwich into your grasp, hand fishing for the food in the green plastic bag. Biting down into the seemingly homemade lunch, you avert your gaze into the sun.Â
âWhat is it, then?â
âSo.. what do you do for work?â you ask, twirling a strand of hair around your finger as you sit facing the man you donât even remember the name of, a plate of fancy food in front of you almost untouched even though youâve been starving for multiple days now. Truth is, you donât really know which fork and which size of spoon to use when having those meals, since youâve never been to such an expensive-looking place beforeâ and even though you think your current date doesnât really mind, you donât feel like adding public humiliation to the list of your worries.
âOh, I do real estate, honey,â the man replies, smiling at you with something sly in his eyes. Everything about the male sitting currently in front of you irks you a bit. The very obvious power imbalance in between the two of you, the age difference, the different social class⊠The fact that he only sees you as a young girl to spoil and get to do something more for himâ no matter the fact that youâre underage. Judging by the way he kept getting into your personal bubble the moment you arrived at the restaurant, youâd even say he was enjoying the fact.Â
You were told to act gullible and stupid. Men like him like that, apparently, and so, despite your best judgment and everything you know about life, you do just that. âAnd what is that?â you ask, eyes big and curious, putting on your most innocent face.
âBuying land and then turning them over, renting places, all kind of stuff,â he nods, âa lot of money gets around in this sphere, sweetie,â he adds another sugary nickname to the mix, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up all alert, disgust slowly creeping up your neck, but thankfully never reaching your mouth.
âSo youâre a landlord?â you ask him, the last remains of your personality shining through as you bat your eyelashes at him, trying hard not to focus on the chest hair peeking out of his opened dress shirt. Itâs quite difficult to do when the golden chain around his neck blinds you with every movement, the surface illuminating in the beams of the sunlight.Â
God. You shouldâve chosen a more attractive male to trick, at least.
The male laughs in shock, not really anticipating such a title. Maybe heâs offended, but still, he doesnât let it show as he looks you overâ mainly your cleavage and the girly way you managed to style your hair todayâ before he sighs, as if disappointed, yet happy to show you that you were wrong. âNot really, no. Iâm a real estate investor, actually.â
Gasping, showing that you now completely understand what heâs trying to explain to youâ that heâs basically a landlord, but hates being called that because it isnât such a fancy titleâ you take another sip of the champagne in your glass. Youâve never drank before, and quite frankly, you hate the taste of alcohol on your tongue, you despise it with everything in you. If it was your choice, you wouldâve ordered orange juice, or somethingâ it seems that the man in front of you would hate nothing more than if you sat in front of him without a tall glass in between your fingers, and so you satisfy his sly looks and leave a lipstick stain on the rim of the champagne flute.
The breeze plays with your hair, sun kissing your exposed shoulders as you bathe in its light. You wore your prettiest sundress todayâ the one that you only grew into this year after inheriting it from your older cousinâ and while you did feel pretty when you looked at yourself in the mirror, youâre not really satisfied with what youâre currently doing. Nothing makes you hate yourself more than working for money like this. Nothing makes you loathe your reflection in the mirror more than hanging out with old rich guys for monetary gainâ no matter how beautiful you feel with the dress you got from your cousin three Christmases ago and the sandals youâve owned since 15 and had thankfully not yet grown out of.
Thereâs one advantage to sitting outside of the fancy restaurant, thoughâ and that is the fact that your plan is going smoothly. The manâs bag is on the chair next to him, just like Changmin predicted, and although it took you some time convincing him to sit at the table on the edge of the veranda, youâve done your part in entertaining the male, making sure heâs as distracted as he can be.
Eyes averting to the right, seeing your accomplice with the hood of his black hoodie over his head, a mask over the lower part of his face, you lock gazes in what seems to be some silent kind of communication. One wouldnât notice him if he hadnât tried hard enough, but Changminâs been standing on the other side of the road for as long as youâve been sitting in the restaurant, keeping an eye on you. Heâs dressed all in black, looking all mysterious, but not eye-catching enough for anyone to be suspicious of his presence.Â
Raising your eyebrows at him only in the slightest manner, making sure your date doesnât notice you nonverbally communicating with the teenager on the other side of the street, you get your reply from Changming almost immediately, a nod of his head sent your way to start your little plan.
Ready, yet a little stressed of executing it, you clear your throat and focus all your attention back on the male in front of you again. Heâs currently talking to you about something you have yet to grasp, not really interested in the first placeâ but doubting youâd know what heâs talking about anyway. After hearing a part of his little speech, you conclude that he is mansplaining something to you, and although the fact would make you infuriated with any other male in your presence, you think this is a perfect opportunity to dibble more into your little school girl play. (As if it was a play in the first place.)
Nodding at him, showing that youâre listening, you put on your best doe eyes as you reach over the table and enclose your palm around his. You havenât watched enough movies about this to know how to flirt with a man, but you think it comes to you naturally as you part your lips the slightest, biting on your lower lip in a sensual manner. Itâs inappropriate, not at all something you should be doing at your age with a man at least twice your age, but you canât help itâ if you need the plan to run smoothly, you need all his attention on you and you only.
And it works. It does, you conclude as the man runs his thumbs over your hands and gently pats your leg with his under the table, feeding into your actions. His eyes are focused on your lips and you suddenly pray for Changmin to work quickerâ fast enough for the man to not find an opportunity to kiss you, at least. Your brows furrow the tiniest bit, on purpose, of courseâ to look more dumb, to look more in love and enchanted with the male in front of youâ when you notice a figure in black passing the two of you, their hand slipping easily into the opened contraction of the maleâs bag.
Changmin works fast. It seems easy to him, you can see it in your peripheralâ thereâs no wonder that heâs done this countless times before. You wonder why he likes this kind of adrenaline. You wonder how he even taught himselfâ how he even came to the conclusion that he should try something like this in the first place. Either way, you must admit that itâs kind of admirable. Kind of cool.
You see Changmin taking out something from the manâs bag, and just as silently and unsuspiciously he came, he also disappears. You let the man play with your fingers for a bit more until youâre sure that your partner is a safe distance away from the restaurant on the other side of the street again, before you lock eyes with him, being let off with a victorious crinkle of his eyes.
âWill you excuse me?â you hum, tone of voice laced in sweetness, puckering your lips as you cut the male off, something about an annual turnover hanging in the air as you donât let him finish. âI have to use the toilet,â you say, already breaking contact with him.
Unsuspecting, the male only nods at you, letting you off. You can almost feel his eyes watching every move of your ass as you walk back to the building. As your feet enter the interior of the fancy place, you donât even aim for the bathroomâ Changmin checked it before you arrived to the restaurant, chewing on his lower lip in distress as he announced to you that thereâs no windows in the stallsâ and so you take yourself straight to the other side of the room, taking the other exit out. âLook, itâs even easier, Changmin. Iâll just walk out the other way,â you reassured him, concluding the last step of your little plan.
Feet shuffling through the red velvety rug, you pay no attention to the waiters watching you as you walk through the big dining hall, escaping through the other door without looking back. Ji Changmin is standing on the other side of the street, taking off his initial place as soon as he saw you safely inside of the restaurant, waiting for you to rejoin him and celebrate the end of your successfully finished mission.
Running towards him, a smile breaks onto your face. Changmin stays in his place, not going as far as reaching you midway.Â
âDid you get it?â you ask, raising your brows at the male.
Wordlessly, the boy shows you a leather wallet, taking it from the right pocket of his zip-up. A gasp escapes your throat at the realization of just how easy this wasâ just how fast you gained a stack of cash you can use to survive another week. Sure, you still feel a bit weak in your knees, you still feel like your blood pressure is a bit high, but the thought of the green notes soon secured in your hand makes it all worth it.
âLetâs get out of here before he notices,â Changmin says, tugging down his face mask and reaching for your elbow, dragging you to the opposite direction, away from the restaurant.
Somewhere along the way, you start to run. Thereâs a sense of childlike wonder in you. A sense of excitement you shouldnât feel from stealing money from someone unsuspecting. Sure, you could argue that the rich person in the restaurant doesnât need the money like you doâ he has enough of it to not even notice its absenceâ but it was still morally wrong.Â
It was still a crime. But heyâ youâre only 17 with a seemingly big weight on your shoulders. So if getting the money you need in an illegal way takes some of the pressure off your back, you think youâre not so wrong for being excited about the success of your little plan.
Changmin catches up to you, his face mirroring a weird mix of annoyance and disbelief. He understands, though. The adrenaline of your first act of successful crime is a moment one doesnât forget. âWasnât that hard now, was it?â he asks.
And when you lock your eyes with him again, a foolish laugh escapes your lips. Maybe he was right. Maybe this was the way to go around things.
Maybe it was good to accept his offer. Something about the inkling in his eyes tells you that he wonât betray you.Â
Standing in the middle of the aisle, your eyes soaring from the pack of gummy worms you wanted to buy for your little sister and the chocolate bar youâve been wanting to eat the whole week, you roll the coins in the palm of your hand around, as if counting them over and over again is going to make more money magically appear in your possession. Ji Changmin (who for some reason decided that by being your partner in all things illegal, he has to be glued to your hip at all times when he has nothing interesting to do), standing next to you, sighs at your composure and clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth.
âY/N, Y/NâŠâ he hums in disapproval, almost sounding disgusted at the fact that the logical thing hasnât appeared in your brain yet, âI see you need a bit of a lesson in shoplifting, yeah?â he whispers into your ear, his breath hitting the side of your face and making you jolt away from him.
âWhat?â you whisper-shout, punching him in the shoulder. âDonât be ridiculous. What we do is already enough. Iâll just pick one,â you say, rolling your eyes at the fact that your new friend always somehow finds a way to make everything an illegal act. It really must be his hobby at this point, no?
âWhatever you say, sweetie,â he shrugs, but the more he watches you move your eyes from the gummy worms towards the chocolate bar, noticing the sparks behind your eyes every time you eye the rich cocoa treat wrapped in red plastic and the fondness behind your gaze when you eye the sour worms, the more heâs convinced that youâre going to go with his previous proposition. Once the temptation is there, itâs hard to resist it.
And heâs right. A mere second later, you eye him with pleading eyesâ as if to silently say âokay, you win. Now teach me how to do this thing,â, and that has the boy chuckling at your antics.
âOkay, newbie,â he nods, patting your back. âFirst thing first, the number one rule of shoplifting is: always choose a gas station. Check! Why? Frankly, the people working here are underpaid university students that could care less about the company they work for, so as long as youâre not too obvious with it, nobody is going to run after you.â
Nodding, showing that youâre following, you wait for the actual tutorial. âStep two,â he says, voice loud enough only for you to hear in the empty store, âlook casual. Walk around a bit. Pretend youâre contemplating your choice of treatsâ check. Wow, Y/L/N, it seems to me that you are a born natural!â
Rolling your eyes at his useless comment, you sigh. Changmin seems to get the hint that you want to know how to actually shoplift, and not how to prepare to do the thing, and so with his next tip, he is a bit more specific, which you welcome with open arms. âOkay, okay. So, now you wanna look for the cameras. Try to look for any blind spots,â he says, casually glancing around the store.
You follow his motions, trying hard to stay as unsuspicious as you can, and before you can say anything or try to find the blind spots he was talking about, the serpent-like boy tugs you by your forearm into another corridor. Your hands are now covered by the regals, only the tips of your scalps visible under the security camera, and before you know it, Changmin ushers another order into your ear.Â
âNow, take the more expensive thing and put it into your pocket,â he says. That has you pointing a sharp gaze to him, question marks accompanied by exclamation points striking into his skull, which has the boy utter out a quick explanation to your very confused state. âTrust me. Putting it into your bag is way more suspicious,â he hums, looking around the gas station and pointing his gaze towards the energy drink stand in front of you, acting as if he was contemplating on buying one for himself.
Hesitantly glancing behind your shoulder, finding the coast clear, you chew on the inside of your cheek before you swiftly put the pack of gummy worms into your pocket. Clearing your throat to signal to the boy that youâre done with the task at hand, he turns his head to you and raises his brows, smiling. âAre you ready to pay, finally?â he asks, his voice now a little louder. You think itâs to not cause any more suspicion, since the two of you have been murmuring amongst each other for the past few minutes.Â
Humming, feeling a buzzing in your fingertips, heart quickeningâ youâre really doing thisâ you nod and let your friend lead you to the counter. Youâve tried shoplifting before, of course, but the last time you did so, you were dragged by your hair to the police station, so you think you have all the right to feel the tiniest bit paranoid when trying for the second time. There is stress settling to your shoulders when you awkwardly shuffle to the counter and put the chocolate bar in front of the cashier, but when you notice the fact that Changmin was right and the clark was barely paying attention to the store at allâ there was Candy crush turned on their phone behind the POS machineâ the nerves seem to fall off a bit.
âCash or card?â the girl behind the counter asksâ she is chewing on a gum and her neon pink hair is falling into her eyes. She seems a few years older than you, but she seems to be still in college. There are dark circles under her eyesâ she seems tired. Not letting yourself to shield your next actions with the usual waterfall of empathy, you clear your throat and try to speak up with the most casual voice.
âCash,â you peep, taking the hurdle of coins back from your pocketâ the one that doesnât currently hold a pack of gummy wormsâ and quickly count the sum of money you need, putting it onto the counter.
âYou need a receipt?â the cashier asks, completely uninterested in her job. You can tell she has this situation rehearsedâ she must have been working here for a while.
âNo, thank you,â you nod, taking the chocolate bar into your grasp and spinning on your heel, following Changmin on his way outside of the gas station. Before the door closes behind you, the boy heaves out a cheerful âGoodbye!â which has you mirroring his actions, yet your walking still speeds up with the weight of wanting to be outside and done as soon as possible.
You never know. What if she noticed and a policeman will come and catch you at the last minute for stealing those gummy worms? You canât afford getting a criminal recordâ this wonât land you any job in the future.
As soon as your figure moves outside of the building and youâre sure youâre not being followed by anyone and thereâs no police cars parked in front of the gas station, you feel the weight of the situation finally leave your physical form, your breathing finally becoming more normal. Changmin glances at you over his shoulder, a grin spreading over his features, patting your shoulder like a proud father.Â
âSee? Wasnât so hard now, was it?â he asks, having you roll your eyes at him.
âIâm sorry, man,â you snicker, âI still have some PTSD from that one timeâŠâ
âIt takes a few tries to perfect the art, I get it,â he says, nodding as if to admit your struggle. Itâs hard to believe Changmin has ever failed at anything he tried beforeâ in all situations youâve encountered with him, he seemed completely capable and knowing. Itâs as if heâs been doing this his whole lifeâ and for all you know, he might as well have been.
âWell, not everyone takes joy in doing illegal activities like you clearly do,â you sigh, having the boy look at you with furrowed brows.
Unknowingly, you lead the boy towards your house. He doesnât seem to mind walking with you, and although you did just commit a crime, youâre happy with the comfort of not having any committed against youâ a girl in her school uniform walking home in the evening is an easy target for all men whoâd love to take advantage of you and fulfill their dark fantasies. Itâs funny to admit that you feel safer with Ji Changmin walking you home, but itâs also a natural cause of the fact that you two have been working together on fake dates with rich men for a few weeks now. (So far, youâve gone on three. They all worked and went by the plan. You suddenly question why you didnât say yes to this plan earlier.)
âLiving in the foster home makes you fight other people over everything, Y/N-ie. Over food, old donated board games, treats, clothing, parentsâŠâ he chuckles at that, a bitter tone coating his words, âmy point is⊠If you donât take what you want forcefully, it will be taken out of your grasp one way or another. And if that piece of candy is stolen from you by an older kid at the foster home, youâre gonna have to find a way to get yourself one as well,â he explains.Â
You feel a little embarrassed for assuming. Changmin doesnât reveal much about himself to you. Neither do you. For this reason, youâd describe your relationship with the raven-haired boy like something similar to being coworkers. You donât tell each other about your personal lives, you donât talk about your issues or intentions. All you know is that the both of you need money, so youâre willing to work together to get it.
The sudden confession hangs an uncomfortable air of vulnerability over the two of you. Itâs strangeâ hearing him chuckle so bitterly about his situation, seeing the shift behind his eyes when he realizes what he just said. You donât really know what to say back to himâ do you console him? Do you try to play it off, ignore what heâs just said? Before you have any chance to take action, though, the boy clears his throat and does damage control on his own. (Which is probably for the best. You wouldnât want to overstep any boundaryâ so youâll act according to his.)
âBut after a while, it became kind of fun, yeah,â he laughs, shrugging. âI like the adrenaline rush.â
âYouâre a freak.â
âA freak with useful tactics,â he points a finger-gun at you and winks, making you roll your eyes at his misplaced pride, but laugh along with him nonetheless.
Itâs good to make fun of your situation sometimes. Didnât someone say humor is one of the most useful coping mechanisms? Or maybe a sign of unhealthy coping mechanisms? Well, one way or anotherâ you have to cope with it some way anyways. A little joke never hurt anyone.
âHalf of that is mine, by the way,â he points towards your favorite chocolate bar in your grasp. âI earned it by helping you get it,â he says, content face beaming at you in mischief.
His features are a little sharper under the yellow lampposts, his dark hair falling into his eyes making shadows appear under his eyes. He looks like a cunning foxâ much like alwaysâ but you think youâre growing used to the charm. âWhat?â you huff, face scrunched up in frustration. âI bought this, actually, soââ
âSo youâre telling me you wouldâve chosen the chocolate bar, had I not opened your eyes to the wonders of shoplifting?â
âWhat does that even have to do with anythingââ
âExactly what I thought,â he nods, taking the chocolate bar out of your grasp and tearing it open, not even sparing you a chance to defend yourself, âif I wasnât there, youâd buy the gummy worms, so the fact that you bought this is my work and I deserve a half of your treat, thank you very much.â
âHow can you even be so sureââ
âY/N?â a thin voice calls for you, making you stop the little petty argument youâve been having with your crime partner and look around, noticing both facts of the reality at onceâ one: youâve reached your street, and two: your little sister is watching you from the doorway of your house, big eyes worried and hair tousled.Â
Sheâs still wearing the clothes she wore when you sent her off to school in the morning, and by the way she keeps chewing on the inside of her cheek, you know that she hasnât eaten. She always does that when sheâs hungry and doesnât want you to know. A pit opens up in your stomach at seeing your sibling in such a state, and although itâs not as uncommon as youâd like to say it is, you know you have to put up your big sister act.
âAerin-ie? Has mum not come home yet?â you ask, watching as the little girl walks out of the house and through the pathway of your house, standing only a few meters away from you.
âNo,â she shakes her head. Youâre not surprised by the answer. Maybe, youâre not even disappointed anymore. You learned not to have any expectations when it comes to your mother.
Sighing, you nod, chewing on your lower lip. âGo inside, weâll eat something together and then youâre going to sleep, you have school tomorrow, okay?â you hum, tone of voice compassionate and gentle, the way you always talk to your sister ever since the issues started. There is no room for quarrel between siblings when youâre too busy making sure your little sister is eating well and going to school. Thereâs no room for sibling fights when youâre more of a motherly figure now.
âOkay,â she nods, but doesnât move from her spot in the middle of the yard.
âWell? Goââ
âIs that your boyfriend?â Aerin asks, pointing towards Changmin. You momentarily forgot that he was still here, so when you finally take in his silently standing figure, it almost makes you jump. Waving your hands around in panic, not wanting your young, gullible sister to get any ideas, you eagerly try to take her out of her lapse of judgment.
âGod, no. No, no, thatâsââ
âHi! Iâm Changmin!â the boy suddenly waves, smiling at your little sister. âI go to school with your sister.â
Aerin watches the boy with big eyes, as if scared. You understand herâ Changmin doesnât seem as the most approachable of people (although his smile does feel unusually warm and contagious right in this moment)â and she didnât have much experience with male figures in her life to feel secure with any new men entering her life. Not that Changmin will be entering her life anywayâ but you get the gist of it.
âYou do?â she hesitantly asks.
âI do. Tell her to study more, because if she keeps it up this way, sheâs going to have to go back to school with you and retake all the lessons for smaller kids,â Changmin hums, poking fun at you.Â
âHey!â you thunder, kicking the boy into his shin in a weak attempt of defending yourself. âThatâs not true!âÂ
Hearing your sister laugh at your miseryâ an action you never thought would warm your heart up so muchâ you lock your eyes with Changmin only for a split second, and in that, you come to some sort of mutual understanding. You talk without wordsâ you learned something about me today, I learned something about you today. Your secret is safe with me.Â
He doesnât know the full truth of it allâ quite as much as you donât know about his life, but somehow, this evening brought you two a little closer. You moved from being coworkers to now being coworkers who know more backstory about each otherâs lives, and you donât really find yourself hating it.
âY/N got something for you,â Changmin muses, pointing a finger to your pocket.Â
Somehow, he has it all figured out.
âOh, right!â you gasp, taking the gummy worms out of your jacket and offering them to your little sister. Her eyes light up instantly, that kind of joy you only feel when you are 12 and presented with your favorite treat, and you get a solemn feeling on your insides comforting youâ youâre doing all you can. Sheâs smiling. Sheâs still mostly unknowing.
âI heard theyâre your favorite,â Changmin keeps talking to your sister. Itâs a surprising sightâ how welcoming he suddenly seems.
âThey are! Y/N, can I have some?â
âAfter you eat dinner,â you nod, seeing the little girl furrowing her brows and opening her mouth to protest, a sense of blissful normality shielding you all from reality.Â
âButââ
âAfter dinner, Aerin. Now letâs go inside so you can sleep,â you hum, walking over to your sister, âyou get fussy in the morning when you donât get enough sleep.â
Something about your hand on her shoulder has the little creature moving closer towards your house, the two of you walking alongside each other through the pathway. Looking behind, you wave at Changmin. He offers you a gentle smileâ one you havenât seen on him before. It moves something within you.Â
He doesnât know much, but somehow, he understands.
Before you close the door behind you, you mouth him a silent âThank youâ. The boy salutes you before he disappears into the dark.
âDo you want some lemonade or something?â you hum as you enter your house, tugging uncomfortably at the hem of your short skirt, throwing the knock-off purse Changmin got you from the donation bins at the foster home into the corner of the entrance hall. Itâs midday, you are supposed to be at school and having your lunch break, but instead, youâre tiredly slugging home with your classmate tailing your back, done with yet another date.
âIâm good,â Changmin shrugs, âIâll just have some water.â
âAmazing choice,â you nod, pointing towards the tap in your cluttered kitchen, âdidnât feel like making you a fucking lemonade anyway,â you sigh, watching as the boy helps himself to a glass of tap water and you get yourself a taste of the old coffee your mother must have made herself in the morning before leaving, furrowing your brows at the bitter taste.
After youâre done chasing down the thirst thatâs accumulated in your throat, you walk upstairs into your room, followed around by the boy. There was a silent agreement between the two of you to let him stay over at least until the acceptable time to come back into foster home wasâ if he came before school ended, heâd get in trouble. (You wonder why heâs afraid of this and not the fact that he was dragged from the police station multiple times, but you choose to not question him anymore.)
Itâs strange to have him in your house. It doesnât make you uncomfortable, per seâ you just wonder how much your living conditions say about you. Itâs very clear that you donât live with your father. He left shortly after your little sister was born and you havenât seen him sinceâ you wish you could say you donât mind, because you never really had a good relationship with him anyway, but the truth is, maybe he was the whole reason for the downfall of your quality of life. The mess all around the house suggests that nobody has time or energy to clean it. You try your hardest to keep it relatively clean on most days, but it gets significantly harder when you also try to bring food home into the house.Â
If Changmin makes anything out of the state of your living, he doesnât mention it.
Settling into the mattress of your bed, totally uninvited, he squints at your ceiling. You, on the other hand, turn towards your wardrobe and take out some comfy clothesâ the preppy mini skirt you were dressed in before you left to meet up with another rich old guy was starting to get on your nerves. Turning your back to Changmin, you slip your blouse over your head and put on a big T-shirt, one of the clothes you got at the Dollar store when you grew out of your last pajamas, and after you dress yourself in comfortable sweatpants, you walk up to the boy with an outstretched hand.
A mutual understanding falls over you as he puts the leather wallet into your hand. Opening it, you flick through several credit cards, squinting at the ownerâs IDâ by the birth year on the card, you calculate that he was even older than he told you he wasâ before you count up the money and cut it in half, throwing the rest into Changminâs lap.Â
The more often you do this, the more you wonder how it keeps working. Itâs surprising to see just how many wealthy men are carrying cash around and being reckless with their belongings. Changmin almost never has any trouble with stealing their walletsâ either when theyâre not looking, or when the man foolishly leaves to the bathroom and leaves his bag behind on the chair. Itâs like theyâre inviting you to do it, at this point.
The more often you do this, the more you start hating yourself, though. Thereâs only so much objectifying you willingly submit yourself to before it makes you want to crawl out of your skin. If there was a better way to do things, you would.Â
Sighing, you open your sock drawer and sit cross-legged on the floor. Taking out the sock balls and unraveling the items of clothing onto your thigh, putting bills into them and rolling them back into neat balls, throwing them back into their designated place very un-Marie Condo style, you hear Changmin ask a question after minutes of watching you in silence.
âWhat do you need all this money for, by the way?â he asks. âExcept for keeping your sister alive, of course.â
The question has you halting your movements, looking up at the male with a blank look. You two never discuss deep thingsâ you two never talk about your lives and the reasoning behind your actions. You just do things and donât think of consequencesâ you just get as much money as you can without telling the other one what you need it for.Â
Locking your eyes with him, you shrug. Thereâs a hint of understatement behind his orbs that shows you that maybe you can trust him. Maybe him knowing isnât that badâ what could he possibly do with the information? You two know about each otherâs crimes far too much to betray each other, you think.
âI⊠my family⊠we have debts,â you say, nodding to yourself. Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you chuckle before speaking up again. âMy dad left shortly after my sister was born and then we couldnât really afford paying for the house anymore. My mum refused to move, though, so she got another loan to cover the previous one, but itâsâŠâ you drift off, remembering the day you found out the harsh truth only a few months ago.
You hear your motherâs sobs as you walk into the house after your classes, making your heart drop to your stomach. Itâs not every day you hear your mother cry, since she tries hard to pretend everything is okay even though itâs notâ and the empty bottles of alcohol waiting by the trash can every day are the clear sign of both that and her not really handling it well. This feels different, though. The crying doesnât sound like someone pitying themselves once againâ the crying sounds like someone in such a deep despair, hopeless and lost.
Socked feet shuffling through the house as you take your shoes off at the door, you find your mother crouching above the kitchen table, a glass in her hand. Thereâs a sheet of paper staring back at her from the void, the scene almost appearing in front of you in grayscale. You didnât expect your life to change so much in such a simple afternoon. You didnât expect to grow up with a click of a finger.
âWhat happened?â you ask, carefully approaching the wounded animal of your mother. You learned quickly after she picked up drinking that you need to handle the fragile woman with care. A bad word and she could breakâ an incorrectly crafted sentence and she could turn into a volcano, erupting with screams and swearing, cursing you out.
No answer reaches your ears, though, so your only resolve is to take the paper into your hands and read it over. And now, youâre no expert in legal things and contracts, but it doesnât take a lot of knowledge to recognise a loan contract. Itâs a company you donât know, thoughâ one of the not famous ones, one of the fishy ones that give you the money quicklyâ and before you even get a chance to read over the fine print at the bottom of the page, you already know youâre in deep, deep trouble.
The knowledge of trouble only intensifies when you come home to strange men escaping your house one day. There are no groceries in the fridge for a few days after, making it vastly clear to you that your mother simply couldnât afford to get food for her kids to eat.Â
It only takes one crying fit and an argument with your mother to find out the harsh realityâ your mother fell for a loan that is too difficult to handle, one that makes you pay back fast and with big amounts monthly. She already had a warning.Â
If she is late with her payment again, you lose everything.
âItâs⊠itâs difficult to pay it back,â you conclude, watching as Changmin only nods in understatement. The air around you is suddenly too heavy, but you figure the whole truth wonât hurt anyone. Maybe the weight on your shoulders would feel lighter if you finally tell someoneâ however selfish the sentiment feels. âIf we donât pay it back within the next few months, we will lose our house. My mother fell for a loan shark,â you say.
âAll the years of her telling us to not fall for scams, and then she does this,â you mumble, trying to make fun of the situation.Â
âY/N, thatâsââ
âI was also thinking of leaving one day,â you add as you cut him off, not letting him psychoanalyze you or make you feel like he pities you. âI was thinking of getting enough money to settle all of this and then just⊠move out. Disappear. I need to get away from this house before it suffocates me,â you bitterly laugh, seeing the boy shift his eyes from the ceiling back at you, pressing his lips into a tight line.
âI get you,â leaves his mouth after a heartbeat of silence. Never in your life have you feared being judged as much as in this moment. Itâs strange to face your biggest fearâ being vulnerable with someone, opening up to them about everything youâre going throughâ and find that it wasnât at all as difficult. Itâs strange to face your biggest fear and realize that maybe, you had nothing to be scared of in the first place.
Itâs strange to hear that youâre understood. That somebody gets just how hard it is to breathe every day, walking through the house you grew up in, but which is now haunted. If it was anybody else, youâd try to argue with them. How could they understand? How could they possibly know what is going on inside of your head on a daily basis? How could they get the extent of how far you have to go every day just to survive and keep your sister out of the mess, totally unknowing?
Ji Changmin may not know everything about you, he may not be in the same situation, but still; he knows how you feel. Coming from a background like that, you donât get to keep a lot of freedom either.
âItâs⊠itâs a work in progress. I donât really have a plan either, I just⊠I just know I need to save up enough to sort things out, move out and leave everything behind. I canât⊠I canât keep doing this forever, yâknow,â you shrug, snickering to yourself.
Changmin hums in understatement, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He looks so out of place in the middle of your white sheets, dressed in his all black attire. The contrast of his clothes and the brightness of your laundry cuts through all major parts of your life as wellâ where thereâs anxiety, thereâs also Changminâs ability to turn everything into a joke. Where thereâs mess and confusion, thereâs Changminâs calculated plans and thought-out strategies. Where thereâs loneliness, thereâs also Ji Changminâs sheer presence next to you during the lunch break. Itâs strange, just how quickly you found comfort in the serpent-like boy. Itâs unfamiliar. The novelty of it all both scares you and comforts you all at once.
The boy is silent for a while before he speaks up, processing the information. As if knowing that thereâs nothing he could really say to make you feel better about the situationâ or fearing that anything he could utter out would make it worseâ he entrusts you with a secret of his own.
âIf I donât get adopted before I turn 18â which, letâs be real, with my history and everything, wonât happenâ I age out of the system and Iâm all on my own,â he says, shrugging, âIâll need money to get on my own feet. To leave, too. Fuck, I need to leave that house and this town. I need to start over somewhere where they wonât know every single thing that happened to me in the past.â
You hadnât realized just how much your plans align when you first nodded to this agreement. You think it adds a sense of reliability now. Both working towards the same plan, knowing that if you fail, the otherâs fate is at stake as well.Â
Before this, you didnât know just how serious it was for Changminâ you didnât know if he needed the money on reckless spending, on buying drinks and cigarettes to chase down his boredom, or if there was a greater sense of ironical responsibility behind it all. Knowing that thereâs so much on the table, so much of both of your futureâs that are at risk if you donât try your hardest to make your lives betterâ because no one else in the whole world will help you, it seemsâ brings a greater sense of alliance hang in the air between the two of you.
Shared secrets, plans, view of life. Shared responsibilities, burdens, desperation. That bonds two people like nothing else does.
âYou can count on me, Y/N,â Changmin hums, tone of voice barely louder than a whisper. Your eyes donât meet in the confidentiality of it all, but your heart still squeezes on itself. âIâll get us out of this town even if itâs the last thing I do.â
The low murmur of the school cafeteria lands into your ears as you stand in the line for food, Changminâs tall figure in front of you turning to face you, an annoyed sigh heaving out of his throat. âNow I remember why I never fucking go to this place.â
âOh, right,â you nod, shrugging to yourself as if to show your absolute fury with the fact that youâve been standing in the line for more than 10 minutes now, a third of your lunch break already passing by like a flash, âit was never because I was too broke. The line was always the problem.â
The male in front of you snickers at your ironic remark. Youâre convinced you could count the amount of times youâve been to the school cafeteria to buy lunch on the fingers of one hand. Most of the time, you take whatever remains of food you can find at home with you. Lunch money is reserved for your little sister onlyâ and even that is on special occasions. Usually, you try to buy her the cheapest things you can find at the store downtownâ the retailed bread thatâs too old to sell at original price now, but still fresh enough to eatâ but when you figure you have enough money in the week to spend, you give her enough to buy lunch at school. For you, buying your own warm lunch at school feels like a holiday. Youâve lived through more Christmases than cafeteria lunches, you think.
âStarting to doubt if itâs even worth it anyway,â Changmin fusses, folding his hands at his chest. You donât think youâve ever met a more impatient person than him. If things take too long, he gives up on themâ like the line in the grocery store the other day. You made the mistake of inviting him to buy groceries with you, but when he realized the self-checkout lines were too long, he just carried your groceries out without paying, grinning at your shocked face the moment you unsuspectedly got out of the store. âItâs okay to steal from big corporations,â he justified. âThey wonât feel the loss.â
âChangmin, this is my first time buying lunch this year,â you sigh, âhave some patience. Of course itâs worth itâ itâs a celebration of our hard work.â
âDoes this feel satisfactory?â he doubts, pointing a thumb behind him to show the line in front of you twoâ which, just by the way, moved a ton, meaning itâs gonna be your turn soon.Â
âNot yet,â you admit, chuckling to yourself, âbut the feeling will come once I bite into the soggy, half-cold pizza. Trust,â you point a finger to him and poke him in his stomach, that has, just by the way, growled in hunger three times since youâve taken your place in the line for food.
âOf course you chose to get lunch on pizza dayâŠâ
âWhat do you have me for?â you scoff. âI have some culture.â
âSays the person who hasnât seen Train to Busan before. Girl, youâre the farthest thing from cultured, trust me.â
âYou call Train to Busan our national treasure?â you ask, blinking at the boy in pure confusion. You donât trust a man like Ji Changmin to be the film critic of modern age, to be fair, but you think even this opinion is quite far-stretched.
Changmin furrows his brows at you, clicking his tongue. âYouâre only saying that because you havenât seen the movie.â
âWell, I havenât been given the opportunity to watch it, so I donât see how thatâs my problem.â
The line finally moves and lets you two get your lunch. The lady behind the counter looks even less pleasant than you remember herâ with more gray hair and a more tired expression on her faceâ and the food isnât much either even by looking at it. Still, you feel a sense of satisfaction run through your veins when you look at the sad-looking plate. You earned this pizza. This soggy, bad, a little shoe sole-looking pizza. You put a lot of effort into buying this plate, and although it doesnât necessarily represent the determination, at least it represents the morality of your earned moneyâ and you know what, at the end of the day, you think thatâs fair.
Walking away to one of the empty tables in the cafeteria, carrying your tray in both of your hands and following Changminâs lead, you feel your stomach churn at the image of the pizza on your plate. It sure doesnât look great, but it looks edibleâ you still consider it to be a reward.
However, before you get a chance to sit down and bite into the meal, your side suddenly comes in contact with something firm, yet soft, the impact of the hit making you stumble and fall over to the hard linoleum. The tray of food youâve had in your hands is knocked out of your grasp, falling to the ground with a loud noise, and the force in which you hit the floor makes your butt sting in pain. The moment comes by like a blur, and before you even get a chance to register what happened, a train of apologies lands into your ears.
âOh my god, Y/N, I am so sorry, I didnât mean toââ a boy a little shorter than Changmin (thatâs just standing by your side, looking a little taken-aback, but still uninterested in the commotion, not at all trying to help you out), stutters out. You recognise him to be your classmate Eric Sohnâ one of the people youâve never really spoken to before, because you had no reason to do so. He is a loud extrovert, a people person, a bundle of never ending energy. Heâs charismatic, but not someone you would find yourself hanging out with (not that you really hang out with anyone other than the criminal by your side anyway)â and a little inkling in your brain tells you that one of the reasons for this fact is Ericâs high social status.Â
âAre you okay?â he asks, offering you his hand to bring you back up to your feet.
Wincing in pain as you take his grasp and get back into a standing position, you wonder if he was runningâ there was no way the sheer force of him walking would send you to the ground. Once you take a closer look at the boy, you notice his blushing cheeks and an incredibly guilty look on his face, notifying you of the fact that you havenât replied to him yet, still too shocked by the events. âIâm okay, yeah,â you nod, eyes shifting to the plate on the ground. It didnât break, but your pizza slice is very visibly on the groundâ and no matter how desperate you are for food right now, you consider it too contaminated to be eaten.
âI am so sorry, Y/N, I wasnât looking where I was goingâ oh god, your uniform is all dirty,â he points to your white button-down, now stained with the last remains of the soup that was seemingly in one of the plates your classmate was carrying.
âItâs⊠itâs okayââ
âIâll pay for you to get it dry cleaned!â he stammers, eyes wide and bangs falling into his eyes, the boyish, panicked aura around him making you feel kind of bad for him. Which is strangeâ you are the one in pain and without lunch now. Not him.
âNo, really, itâs okay, Eric⊠It was an accidentââ
âAnd your lunch is ruined! God,â he grunts, scrambling to pick up all the dishes from the floor, cleaning up the mess. âIâll get you a new one. Just⊠wait here, Iâll be right back!â the boy assures you, running off with the trays and plates, aiming for the area designated for discarding them.Â
Like in a trance, you take a seat at the table, following Changmin. Scratching the back of your neck, you sigh and aimlessly stare at your companion, watching as he eats his pizza. Casually speaking the fact into existence, as if itâs the most obvious thing in the world, the male decides to make you choke at his words.Â
âYou should get on that, Y/N,â he notes, snickering.
âHuh?âÂ
âYou know what I mean. Manâs rich as fuck, Y/N,â he says as he swallows down the bite, shrugging. âHeâd fit perfectly into your little plan,â Changmin schemes, pointing a finger at your face.
âStop being ridiculous,â you grunt, âwhy would I do that? He doesnât even like me, soââ
âOh, as if,â Changmin rolls his eyes, speaking with his mouth full, âhe looked at you as if you were Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N. He clearly has a crush on you. And, respectfully, any man would want to get with someone like youâ why do you think our plan is working so well? Youâre hot enough, thatâs why,â he shrugs, making you blink at the male in surprise.
Hot enough? Did Ji Changmin just call you hot? Youâd rather not focus on that part of the exchange.
âShut up, Changmin,â you sigh, âbesides, Iâm not doing that to him.â
âWhy not? I thought our motto was âeat the richâ, no?âÂ
âYeah,â you grunt, nodding to the boy, tone of voice ironic, showing him just how stupid he sounds right in this moment, âbut itâs âeat the icky old rich menâ, not âeat unsuspecting, innocent richâ, Changmin. Got it?â
âYouâre missing out onââ
âI said no,â you cut him off, pointing a finger right in the middle of his forehead. Something about your authoritative tone gets the point across, making the boy sigh.
âJeez, okay, if you really say soâŠâ
Opening your mouth to continue on with the sentiment, youâre quickly cut off by Ericâs voice coming from beside you, the boy suddenly appearing at your table. âHere,â he says, a bashful look on his face as he puts the tray in front of you, two slices of pizza and a box of orange juice settled on the red plastic dish, âIâm really sorry again! AndâŠâ he starts, scratching the back of his neck, âand here is my number, so if you want me to⊠uh⊠pay for the cleaning of that, or whatever, just⊠let me know, okay?â he smiles awkwardly, pointing to a piece of paper settled under the juice box, having you blink up at him in surprise.
Before you get a chance to protest, Eric pays you two his goodbyes and rushes out of the cafeteria, cheeks red and an expression a little alarmed. Youâre not an expert in body language, but the more you think about it, the clearer it gets.Â
Ji Changmin is right. Eric Sohn does clearly have a crush on you.Â
If that even means anythingâŠ
The house is silent. Your naked feet clad through your room as you open your drawer, fingers reaching for the soft fabric of your socks. Itâs gotten a bit chilly, so you automatically go and try to warm yourself up with one of your thick garments. Fingers unraveling the sock ball, prepared to find dollar bills insideâ already knowing youâll take a part of it and give it to your sister in the morning so she can get some lunch at schoolâ a momentarily shock washes over you when you find the sock ball empty.
Confused, you furrow your brows and check the insides of the socks. You remember very clearly that you put some of your money into this specific pair just a few days ago.Â
Or maybe you didnât⊠Youâve been tired the last few days. You could be remembering it wrong. Maybe this particular sock ball didnât have money in it in the first place.
Still, you reach for another sock ball, hands a little shaky as you look through it. When you notice the lack of bills inside, your heart starts hammering against your chest, sweat appearing on your forehead. Searching through another one and another one and another one, you find all sock balls empty. There is no money where you hid it. Itâs all gone.
Thousands of won gone. Vanished. Nowhere to be found.
Where could they go? Who couldâve taken them?Â
In the few seconds that pass before the fact that all of your money is nowhere to be seen fully settles into your brain, your feet react on themselves and drag you out of the comfort of your room, making you jog downstairs. Reaching the living room, finding your mother laying on the sofa with a bottle of rum next to her on the ground, you feel the amount of patience youâve had with her slowly overflowing, frustration taking its deserved place in your body as you scream at her sleeping figure.
âDid you take my money?â you yell, watching as your mother slowly opens her eyes at you and blinks in confusion, the alcohol haze around her stinking and making you sick to your stomach. The woman looks at you with zero ounces of sympathy behind her eyes, no words escaping from between her lips as she continues to wordlessly stare at you.
âMum! Did you take my money?â you scream, clenching your hands into a fist, chewing on your bottom lip in frustration.
âI needed the money,â she says, a groggy voice cutting through the silent house.
Running your hand through your hair, an amused chuckle leaves your throat. âDid you use it all? Is it all gone?â
âI needed it,â she only adds, turning on her side and proceeding to ignore you, which makes fury hammer against your chest with more force than ever before.
âYou needed the money. You needed it,â you laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. âFor what, mum? You needed the money to give to Aerin so she could have lunch? You needed the money to buy groceries? To pay for the bills when a man comes to our house and tells me we havenât paid enough for our electricity bill? You needed the money for all of that, right?â you chuckle, frustration making you kick your foot against the side of the couch.Â
âOr did you need the money to buy alcohol, mum? Is that what you needed it for? Is that more important?â you bite, watching as your mother looks at you with stern eyes, the words finally entering her bubble and getting to her heart.
âDonât speak to me like that. I am your mother.â
âYouâre only my mother when you want to scold me!â you yell back, your words resonating through the silence. âWhy wonât you be my mother when I need to feed my sister? When I need to take care of the house? Why arenât you my mother when I need you?!â you scream, a sob involuntarily dragging out of your throat as you finally verbalize the words youâve been biting back since this whole situation arised.Â
âI brought you to this life. I raised you!â she screams back, merciless words stabbing you in the back like daggers coming for your heart. âSo when I say I needed the money, I have every right to take it!â
âDo you?!â you argue. âDo you. Did you earn that money, mum? Because the last time I checked, you got fired and the only person trying to keep this family afloat is me!â you scream, watching as your mother sits up in her place, a tired sigh escaping her throat.
âDonât you dare yell at me!â she gestures with her hand.Â
âWell, then donât take whatâs not yours! Because now, Iâll have to work my ass of to get all of that back, because you wonât try to get your fucking life togetherââ
âDonât swear at me,â your mother drags out, tone of voice stone cold and serious. It sends chills down your spine, a teardrop trail down your cheekbone and towards your jaw. You have a staring contest with your mother, one in which you question just how much impact your argument has on herâ if she recognises the fury and anger and translates it as grief, just like your insides have been doing for so long now.Â
Behind her glossy eyes, thereâs not much for you to read, though. You lost that ability a long time ago. Itâs one of the things you mourn the most.
âY/N?â you hear a small voice call from behind you. It has you snap your head around and watch your sister shrinking away in the doorway behind you, holding on to the wall. Aerinâs eyes are glossy and scared, shaking from you to your mother, her little face morphed in anxiety as she chews on her bottom lip in nerves.
That has your fury dissolvingâ at least on the outside. You canât afford to fail at protecting your sister from everything. Wiping your own tears harshly, you clear your throat and move to her hunched-over body, placing a comforting palm on her back, leading her upstairs to her bedroom.
âItâs okay, sweetie,â you hum groggily, sniffling on your way to the top of the stairs, âitâs okay. Me and mum just didnât⊠we had a bit of an argument, but itâs nothing to worry about.â
As you cover up your sister with the duvet on her bed, she looks at you with watery eyes, a little voice shaking as she inquires. âWe donât have money?â
âOf course we do, dummy,â you snicker, shaking your head. âWe do. Donât you worry, Aerin-ie. Iâll take care of everything, yeah? Get those worries out of your head.â
âBut you saidââ
âLet the adults deal with this, yeah? Itâs gonna be fine.â
âBut youâre not even an adult yet,â Aerin furrows her brows, restless eyes not closing as she tries to wrap her head around the situation. No child ever should worry about things like this. And sheâs rightâ youâre not an adult yet either, but as the older one of you, you think itâs your responsibility to take care of things. Just because you canât afford to not worry about your situation doesnât mean you will let your sister down and drag her with you.
âThatâs right,â you sniffle, laughing airly as you rub her upper arm through the fabric of the duvet, âso that means I can still share a bed with you, yeah?â you force a smile to your lips, watching as your sister nods and scoots over in her place, letting you hug her from the side and snuggle into the warmth of her sheets.
âEverything will be alright,â you whisper into her ear, trying hard to provide her head with some distraction.
Itâs kind of ironic, if you really think about it. Both of your parents failed you, but you were only truly hit with the reality of your motherâs betrayal. Who is your father if not the first man to ever disappoint you, right? You came to peace with the fact a few weeks after he left for goodâ you thought you didnât need him. You could be good without him.
It seems like your mother needed him more than anything, though. Sometimes, you wish she chose her children instead.
Holding your little sister to your chest, you decide to do everything to protect her. Youâd do anything it takes if it means she wonât have to worry about her future. If thatâs your responsibility, then so be itâ you are more than willing to carry it.
âI donât think this looks right,â you mumble as you stare at your reflection in the mirror, furrowed eyebrows on full display as the girl staring back at you doesnât look half similar to how she usually appears.Â
Youâre wearing a skirt you bought from your savings last monthâ wanting to treat yourself to something niceâ and a cropped shirt that shoves a trace of your skin in the midriff. Youâre wearing your old shoes that admittedly throw off the whole look a littleâ but you donât have anything else to wear, so thatâs what youâre going with. The outfit wouldnât be the strangest thing about your appearance todayâ although youâre not the one to wear skirts casually, with the only exception being your school uniform.
The thing that is throwing you off the most about your apparel is the coat of makeup on your face. You and Changmin walked into a drugstore after your classes were over, trying your hardest to make you look the most enchanting you can. You did your makeup with the testers, going through three different lipstick choices before your companion was satisfied, and only when you finally escaped the fluorescent lights of the store and looked at yourself in the daylight is when you realize just how different your face looks to its usual.
âIt does,â Changmin shakes his head, standing up from his place on your bed and walking over to your figure, prompting a finger below your chin to angle your head a little, staring at you from up close. His eyes glaze over your skin, making your throat dry out from being so closely examined. âYou look different, but it doesnât look bad.â
âIt doesnât look good either,â you sigh, escaping his gaze and turning around in your place, watching yourself in the mirror once again. The male leans against the desk behind him, communicating from your behind.
A sigh escapes Changminâs throat at your words, rolling his eyes. âBe serious for once. You look good.â
âMy face is all cakey,â you frown.
âYou only notice when you see it from up close,â Changmin says, âand I donât think Ericâs gonna look at you from up close. Heâd shit his pants.â
âYouâre not helping.â
âThatâs because you wonât let me help,â he grunts. âNo matter how many times I tell you that you look good wonât change the fact that you wonât admit it to yourself.â
âI donât look like myself.â
âYou do!â he runs his hands through his hair, shaking his head in frustration. âYou always look pretty, itâs just⊠today you look like you put more effort into your appearance,â Changmin huffs, his voice growing a little more quiet at the end of the sentence. Your eyes meet with his in the full-length mirror, watching as the tips of the boyâs ears tint a pink hue, the warmth spreading to his cheeks at the compliment that just so casually slipped through his lips. âWhichâ which is good, because you wanna look like you put effort into a date with a rich boy, yâknow?â he adds, chewing on the inside of his cheek.
His words comfort you a bit. Trying hard not to meet his gaze in the mirrorâ because you suddenly feel a bit bashful under his gazeâ you nod to yourself and focus on the hem of your skirt for the thousandth time, making sure it fits right against your skin. âHow does one act on a date? Iâve never been on one.â
âYou go on dates every week,â Changmin snickers.
âI meant real dates. The dates you have with people your age,â you roll your eyes, watching as the boy cheeses and shrugs to himself.
âWell,â he starts, âhe already likes you. Like, a lot. So making him fall for you wonât be a problem, because Iâm quite certain it already happened.â
His words have you feeling a little bad for Eric Sohn. Heâs just an unsuspecting teenager that just so happens to be born into a rich family. He likes youâ quite obviously soâ and youâre going to break all the trust he has in you and use him for your own personal gain. Itâs not morally good to do anything like this. You should be ashamed of yourself.
But then again, you think of all the paths you have to take just to survive. You lost a lot of money, and you need to get it back againâ and you need to do it fast.Â
Thereâs no time for you to feel bad for Eric. You have to think of your sister first.
âI think you just have to pretend you like him back. Like⊠listen to him when he talks about boring stuff. Smile a lotâ heâll go crazy over your smile. Donât be too touchy on the first date, or else it would come off as you being too eager, but if you manage to get a casual touch in without being too clingy, thatâs bonus points,â Changmin hums, listing off all advice he can think of.
âJust be yourself, honestly. You have the guy wrapped around your finger anyway,â Changmin shrugs. âLet him pay for everything. Abuse the power you hold, Y/L/N.â
Nodding to yourself, you take a mental note of everything Changmin told you. âI donât think itâs really fair to him, still.â
âWell, when was ever life fair to you?â he asks, tone of voice suddenly more sincere, more tender than the usual way he speaks to you. It has your eyes meeting again in the mirror, an unspoken understatement making you feel a tinge of bittersweetness in your insides, your gaze communicating the words you canât quite materialize into existence.
The eye contact is broken as the male stands up from his place and pokes your exposed midriff with his finger, laughing at seeing you squirm before he dives into your bed sheets once again, a muffled yell sent your way from the cushion of your pillow.
âGo get him, tiger!â
âWhy donât we finish this at my place?â the manâ you think his name was Baekhoâ asks you with a suggestive smile on his face after he pays for your dinner.Â
This man was particularly hard to get to. He seemed smarter than the othersâ keeping his belongings close to himself, paying more attention to his surroundings. You and Changmin didnât manage to go along with your initial plan, which made you tense on the inside as it wasâ his suggestion only made your heart drum harder against your ribcage, the self-preservation instinct within you telling you to run.
âI am actually not really feeling well, so Iâll head home,â you nod, a stern smile fighting its place onto your lips.Â
âDonât be silly,â the male opposes, shaking his head at you like you would at a child when it does something wrong and you canât believe a human like that will someday grow into a fully functioning adult, âthe night is still young, baby.â
Standing up from your place, following his motions, you turn your head sharply around and send a look full of worry to your companion. Changmin raises his eyebrows at you in question, but for the sake of your secrecy, you donât pay him much of an answer in fear of where an explicit call for help would lead you.Â
âThank you so much for the dinner, really,â you try to seem welcoming, you try to play it off and put up a nonchalant facade, smiling at the man that towers over you, âbut I really should get going.â
âLet me give you a ride home, then,â he insists, glazing your elbow with his hand, making you shudder at the action, acid hunting your tongue.
âThat wonât be necessary, I donât live farââ
âOh, donât be stupid. Let me show you my car,â the male grunts, harshly gripping your elbow and dragging you away from the restaurant.
One of the biggest mistakes you made today was the fact that you chose to meet with this man in the evening. Most of the dates you go on happen in the afternoon, providing you with more sense of safetyâ you shouldâve known that this gathering would end differently to all the other ones youâve been to. You get dragged away into one of the poorly-lit alleys, no cars in sight, and you swear you can feel the imprint of his hand burning on your skin.
âPlease, let me go so I canââ
âSo you think you can just go on a date with someone like me, bribe me to buy you dinner, and then leave me nothing in return? Thatâs not how it works around here, sweetheart,â the male grits through his teeth, dragging you along the alley despite you trying to wrestle your way out of his grip.
Heâs stronger than you, and heâs taking that into advantage. The danger in your chest hammers stronger than any time before, alerting you of the fact that if a miracle doesnât happen, youâre going to either die tonight, or be marked by the events of this date forever. Oh, what a foolish idea it was to go along with this. You shouldâve known this was bound to end in a disaster from how well itâs been going since the start.
Trying to kick around in the maleâs grip, huffing and screaming outâ but knowing nobodyâs going to hear you in the buzz of the nightlifeâ you gulp on nothing and try to use all your adrenaline for getting yourself out of the situation.Â
âStop squirming, you know itâs not going to help youââÂ
The male suddenly grunts, a wince of pain flashing through his eyes.Â
A miracle happens. Ji Changmin with his mask pulled up and his cap down low shielding his face appears in your point of vision, a bloody knife in his hand. When your shaky pupils look around, taking in your surroundings, you notice the man crouching down and holding his leg, growling like a wounded animal.Â
Too shocked to do anything yourself, you let Changmin drag you behind him with his arm, shielding you from the man. You faintly notice him launching after your companion, but before he has a chance to fight with him, Changmin puts the knife up, threatening the male. You havenât seen him fight anyone beforeâ only heard of the quarrels heâs gotten into in the foster home or on the streetsâ but something about his swift movements and the kicks aimed at your attacker makes you feel a little safer, a tinge of relief flowing through your veins. He looks like he knows what heâs doing. He seems to have the situation at least partially under his control.
âRun!â you hear Changmin yell at you, only paying you attention for a spare second as he looks at you over his shoulder.Â
You do as youâre told, but still keep looking back at your savior, watching as he kicks the man into his crotch area and slices the knife against the skin of his upper hand before he stabs him again, the pained groans echoing against the walls of the alleyway. Thereâs something terrifying about Changminâs skills, leaving you wondering where he learned all of thisâ but before you get a chance to ponder on the origins of his self-defense skills any further, you hear his voice calling for the male.
âDonât follow us, or this will end up worse,â he growls, still threatening the male with the pocket knife. âTry to go after us and Iâll tell the police youâre a pedophileâ sheâs only 17. You heard me?â
When the male doesnât give him a reply, Changmin lets out a satisfied snicker. âThatâs what I thought.â
Changmin runs up to you and drags you by your hand, tugging you out of the alleyway. The bloody knife is quickly hidden in his pocket as you charge through the streets, making sure youâre as far away from the man as possible. You stumble a little over your feet, making Changmin hold onto your hand a little stronger, dragging you behind a corner of a 24/7 bistro on the end of the street two blocks away, hiding you from the sight of the main road by the shade behind the building.
âShit, are you okay?â he asks, looking you over with examining eyes. His shaky fingers take ahold of your chin, turning your face around to see any possible damage, letting go only when heâs sure there are no bruises on your cheeks, gripping your shoulders instead, breathing heavily. âFuck. Iâm so sorry,â he sighs out, his composure faltering a little, the contrast between him from a few minutes ago to now so big it leaves you weak in your knees.
âIâm okay,â you nod, barely registering the shakiness of your own voice.
The words have him tugging you close to him, arms wrapping around your body. He holds you as if heâs making sure youâre still there, all intact and alive, a hand sneaking into your hair petting it in an affectionate act youâve never received from the male in the months youâve spent working with him. âIâm so sorry.â
âNot your fault,â you choke out. The previous sense of danger slowly evaporates out of you, heart relaxing, your brain getting the signal that youâre finally safe and sound. Closing your eyes for a minute, you allow yourself to mold against his figure, foolishly adjusting to the way his grip around you brings you a sense of newly found serenity and calm.
âKinda is. Weâre never doing this again,â he says, and if you tune in with his body hard enough, you feel a slight tremble of his arms.Â
âItâs fine, we canââ
âNo,â he sighs, âthereâs other ways. Safer ones.â
And itâs kind of strangeâ the way Ji Changmin demonstrates that your safety matters to him more than the money gain youâve been both chasing after for the past few months. The things you two do to get by are never morally right and never the safest options, but when he lets go of you and holds his face in his hands before giving you a head pat, you know what he means: heâll rather take the harder way than to leave you so vulnerable ever again.
Your shoes get discarded at the doorstep and your feet are quickly put into the guest slippers that reminds you too much of the ones you see in fancy hotels on the TVâ the white, thin footwear you wear only to be polite, since they do nothing to keep your feet comfortable or warm, your heels thudding against the floor with as much force they wouldâve if you wore only your socks. Eric takes off your coat and hangs it in the hall, like the true gentleman he was raised to be, and leads you into the house.
The ceilings are high, walls are various shades of white and cream, floors either mirror-like marble or expensive, hard wood. The whole house looks like it was taken out of a furniture catalog or made for one, everything fitting together in a simple, yet polished beauty. The decorations are simple and sleek, but they still make the whole place look put together. The floors are clean, not a speck of dust on either of the bookshelves you pass when the boy leads you into the common area, not a single mug misplaced or a dish forgotten in the sink. The air is fresh in the spacious rooms, yet itâs still quite overbearing, not letting you breathe.
âDo you want anything to drink?â he asks, almost a little nervously.
âJust water is fine, thank you,â you smile, agreeing. Your throat is suddenly dry, almost begging for the cold liquid to splash down and hydrate it a bit before you completely choke out.
Eric nods, leaving you alone in the living room. The big plasma TV seems to be framed against the wall, like an artwork in the gallery, and although it still gets a look full of awe out of you, you find the sentiment a bit ridiculous to look at. You feel like youâre in the Truman showâ everyoneâs watching your reactions through the camera, laughing at the fact that this is the first time youâve set your foot into a place filled with so many expensive things, making you scared to even move in fears of breaking something more than your yearly rent. You must look like a deer in the headlights, clueless and shocked at the state of your surroundings, and it suddenly makes you self conscious as you decide to walk around the room and focus on what youâre here forâ the plan.
Eyes scanning the contents of vitrines, the crystal glasses and expensive wine bottles, you try hard to mentally calculate the worth of everything in the houseâ you find yourself failing, though, since you canât even tell just how much each thing costs, too far out of your league to even assume the price tag. Thereâs a particular display of jewelry you recognise from back when you worked in the store, scoffing when you add up the prices of the chains you once sold to an old man wanting a gift for his wifeâs birthdayâ something about the number of digits making you feel just the tiniest bit infuriated.
How come some people have so much, yet you have so little? What makes them deserve it and makes you work tirelessly to afford a living? Why can they afford vacations in Greece and Dubai, yet you keep gluing together the last remains of your money to buy groceries for your sister?
Itâs ridiculous. Itâs frustrating.
Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you move towards a wall filled with picturesâ each framed in a white or silver frame so they fit together like a jigsaw puzzle for your eyes, aesthetically pleasing each guest thatâs ever crossed the threshold of the houseâ gazing at the memories captured on the photos.Â
You recognise the little boy on all of them to be Eric. Thereâs a girl, a few years older than him, but undoubtedly his sister, with her arm around his shoulders, a silly smile plastered on both of their faces so similar the resemblance is uncanny. There are a few pictures with all 4 of them on the wall as well, sun shining into their eyes as they all squint into the camera, posing in front of various monuments. A few of the mementos are from the beaches of Europe, some are from the hiking trails of Asia, and the one with Ericâs hair longer and in little curls, very obviously one of the most recent ones with how much he resembles the boy currently in the kitchen fetching you with a glass of water, standing on a surfboard, was taken in the waves of the american west coast. You remember him saying something about having family there, so itâs not unusual for him to visit often.
A knife laced with the green poison of jealousy cuts you somewhere into your abdomen. Itâs not only the expensive luxuries he gets to experience that make you long for a life like hisâ itâs also the carelessness, the joy. Itâs the care you see in his parentsâ eyes on the pictures, the obvious love shared in the photographsâ theyâre taken not to boost their privilege, but to remember their happiest moments. You wish you had something like that. A functional family. One that cares for each other. One that doesnât put obstacles under each otherâs feet.
âHere you go,â Ericâs voice wakes you up from the slumber, making you jolt and take the glass of water heâs offering to you into your grasp, taking a sip.
âThanks,â you nod, smiling.Â
Watching Eric from under your eyelashes, you notice his eyes glazing the frames youâve been focusing on before. Licking his lips, the boy speaks up with a voice laced with genuine absurdity, pointing towards the wall.Â
âYou must think this is just ridiculous,â he notes, scratching the back of his neck. Eric Sohn isn't stupidâ although he grew up in luxury, he can still recognise the imbalance of resources the two of you have. You donât know why he is being self-conscious about it, though.
âNot really,â you note, shrugging, âitâs just⊠quite unbelievable, to be fair.â
âYeah,â he snickers, âwe donât really go on many vacations anymore, to be honest. We used to go on many when I was a kid,â he says, making you recognise the fact that most of the pictures did indeed look olderâ back from when Eric was younger.Â
You never really went on vacations when you were little. There was always something that got into the wayâ your parents either had a fight just in the middle of the summer, or you simply didnât have enough money to travel anywhere, since you were surviving from paycheck to paycheck. Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you start to wonder about the difference it makes to miss something you once used to have, and the desire for something you never got to experience. Which one is worse? Or are they not really comparable at all?
âMy dad started working much more, so he doesnât really have time. My sister got married, so she has her own family to worry about,â he shrugs, trying hard to play it casualâ somewhere in the depth of his dark orbs, though, you notice that heâs battling away the fact that it upsets him. âI was really close with my sister,â he chuckles, pointing towards one of the picture frames where sheâs putting up a peace sign behind his head, photobombing their own picture together, âI miss her sometimes.â
The role of the older sister is perhaps the one you try your hardest to keep. Will your little sister miss you the same way Eric does now with his own sibling? Will it hurt her less or more? Will she resent you? You canât imagine a world in which your sister hates youâ do you choose to protect her always, or do you take a step forward so you can breathe too?
âDoes she visit you at all?â you ask.
âYeah,â he hums. âItâs just not the same. Thatâs alright, though,â he shrugs, pressing his lips together into a tight line, âlittle Eric had a very happy family, at least. Canât complain about that.â
And when you lock eyes with him, the sympathy oozing into the spacious, silent, almost lonely-looking place, you recognize the reality of it allâ that no matter how fortunate you are in life, no matter how much money you have, there will always be struggles. Life always has its way of finding your weak spots and hitting where it hurts, strangling you and leaving you breathless in the battle of it all. You either donât go on vacations at all, or you once did and now you canâtâ either way, it hurts to think of what ifs and to remind yourself of all that once was and is now wasted.Â
For the first time since you met Eric Sohn, you start to see him as human. You start to see him as someone with his own life, his own emotions, his own struggles.Â
Maybe Changmin was wrong to tell you to get closer with the male. Now, having the insight to his thoughts, having the image of his once so idyllic life thatâs now so far away, lonely, makes it harder for you to think of what youâre supposed to do when the time comesâ mercilessly, completely selfishly.Â
Youâre not so sure you can proceed with the plan anymore.Â
You miscalculated your abilities.
âDo you really need to write it all down?â you squint at your companion, feeling at least a little comical when you watch him scribble down a list onto a lined sheet of paper, blue ink twinkling in the sun.Â
âYeah,â he nods, totally focused on the task at hand. âSo we donât miss out on any important information. Everythingâs useful.â
A sigh leaves your mouth at that, making you shaking your head in disbelief. Changmin is currently laying on his stomach in the grass, not a picnic blanket in sightâ just his bare shirt against the groundâ and as you sit cross legged against the tree in the very corner of the park, enjoying the breeze playing with your hair, you start to wonder just how innocent and carefree you must look to the rest of the people. Just two friends enjoying their weekend in the park. Nothing else. No shady business going onâ you promise!
âSo you said there was a bunch of jewelry?â Changmin asks, tapping the glitter pen against his chin. You donât really know where he came across one, but you donât dare to ask. You know he was eyeing one of the fancy glitter gel pens in the dollar store when you last went to buy a notebook for class with him after school, so you guess you know the source of his newest shiny toy. Heâs like a crow, you think. Both with the love for anything that glimmers and the love for stealing.
âYeah,â you hum, âlike at every rich personâs house,â you shrug, not really knowing what his deal was.
âOkay, good. Visible? Unprotected?â
âAre you asking if it was locked like in a jewelry store?â you snicker, rolling your eyes at him. âBecause if so, the answer is no, Changmin. Who in their right mind has their personal belongings locked in their own home? Right. No one.â
âJust making sure. I donât know how it works with rich people, Iâve never been one of those,â Changmin hums, not paying your sarcastic remarks much mind. âBut this is good, it works in our favor. What other valuables have you laid your eyes upon during your visit?â
You try to think back to the day you went over to the Sohnâs mansion. You didnât really see the majority of the houseâ since Eric didnât give you a full tour and you didnât really think it was appropriate to ask for oneâ so all you know about the stuff he has at home is from the living room, the entry hall and his bedroom.Â
âA game console of some kind? I donât know, dudeâŠâ
âA PS5?â
âGod, I dunno,â you mumble, furrowing your brows at the boy. âDo I look like an expert?â
âRight,â he sighs, licking his lips. âWell, we can only assume. Next?âÂ
His glitter pen scribbles the words âPS5 (?)â into the notepad right below the words âexpensive jewelryâ, making you chuckle. You really donât know what heâs trying to achieve over hereâ well, the main goal is clear, youâd sayâ you just donât really know why he has to have a complete list. Itâs not like youâre going to rob his house of everything. You donât have the capacity to do all that.
âWell, I donât know. I doubt you want me to carry out his plasma TV or something, so I think this is all I can really give you right now,â you mumble, shrugging. âAs if this whole thing isnât totally immoral in the first place.â
âY/N, sweetie, I told you to forget about morals long ago.â
âNot everyone is morally gray by default, Changminnie. It takes a while to recalibrate,â you say, rolling your eyes at his phlegmatism. If only you could live your life with Ji Changminâs mindset. You bet handling a lot of things would be much easier.
Eyes searching through the trees and the greenery, you take a mental note of your sisterâs whereabouts. Youâre glad you were finally able to take her out of the house. Her friends invited her out, and although itâs only in the neighborhood, youâre much happier with keeping an eye on her, just in case. Youâre much more concerned with safety of your little sister ever since you came in contact with breaking the lawâ you realized just how many people with bad intentions are on the planet, and although youâre not one of the people engaging in child trafficking, something about tasting danger on your tongue makes you feel more cautious when it comes to Aerinâs safety.
She is currently laughing at something with her friends before she runs off, seemingly playing tag. The park is big enough for the girls to roam around without getting on the road, and itâs good for her to get some physical activity in. Shifting your attention back to Changmin, noticing him doodling shapes in the corners of his notebook, your mind settles back into conversation with him.
âOr maybe youâre just starting to like your boyfriend a little too much,â Changmin scoffs, making you furrow your brows in confusion.
âI donât think me not feeling 100% happy with planning to rob someone I know is the cause of me suddenly being in love with my fake boyfriend,â you note, âthatâs just, yâknow. Being a human being with basic empathy.â
âFake boyfriend?â Changmin repeats, completely disregarding the rest of your sentence.
âWell, itâs not exactly real, is it?â you laugh, a hint of discomfort on your tongue. âMakes me feel kinda bad, butââ
âSo youâre dating?â
Blinking once, then twice at the boy in front of you, you scratch the back of your neck in nerves. âIs that not what you wanted me to do?â
âNo, it is, itâs just⊠is it, yâknow, official?â
âDefine official.â
âDoes he call you his girlfriend?âÂ
Plucking a stem of grass from the ground, twirling it around in your fingersâ because looking into Changminâs eyes is suddenly too unbearable in this situationâ you shrug. âSometimes.â
âAh,â the male nods, an unreadable expression sitting at his face. âSo itâs pretty official, then.â
Not really giving him an answer to this argumentâ both because youâre suddenly a bit embarrassed, cheeks burning and ears ringing (even though you really donât know what made you have this reaction, since you have no romantic feelings to your current significant other) and because you donât really know what to sayâ you only chew on the inside of your cheek, examining the greenery in between your pointer and your thumb.
âHave you two kissed already?â Changmin asks, quite confidentially, making you kick him in the side of his thigh.
âGod,â you sigh out, shaking your head. âNo!â
The male in front of you clicks his tongue, a grin spreading over his features. Thereâs a boyish sparkle behind his eye, his expression not understandable to you, making your insides squeeze in a weird tinge of anxiety. âWhat?â you ask, but get no replyâ just a soft laugh coming out of his throat, battling its way to your heartstrings.
âNothing.â
âChangmin! Whatâs so funny?â you ask, hiding your cheeks into the palms of your hands. âItâs justâ I donât wanna do it if I donât like him like that, yâknow? Itâs not as embarrassing as you make it to beââ
âNot for you, that is.â
âChangmin!â
âWhat?â he asks, the dimple on his cheek at full display when he faces you, clearly amused at your reaction. âLook, itâs just that if it was meââ
âChangminnie! Changminnie!â a high-pitched, female voice cuts your friend off, making both of you turn your heads towards the source currently running to you at full speed, laughter escaping your little sisterâs throat.
âI bet you canât catch me!â Aerin says, touching your friend by his shoulder to tag him into the game before she runs off, the rest of her friends looking behind their backs and watching as he scrambles up from his lying position, a smile of a beaming sun plastered onto his face.
You never learn what Changmin wanted to tell you that day. You donât ask laterâ you forget, not really deeming the information as that important. The memory you have of the afternoon spent in the park is mostly the image of your friend running after your sister, the laughter of the little girl resonating through your brain like a distant taste of childhood you wish to visit.
Ji Changmin is a fast runner, but he makes sure to play according to the girlsâ pace. His voice is cheerful as he taunts them, calling after them in the spacious park, and when he looks back over his shoulder at you, eyes locking, your heart is left soaring in your chest before an invisible hand pierces through your lungs and takes the muscle into its hold, as if to offer it to him.
You wish to make your sisterâs laugh last forever. You hope to make her joy prominent in the memories of her childhood. You pray she never turns bitter.
And when one of the girls starts chasing after Changmin, her legs half as long as the boyâs, pace slower and muscles more tired, you watch the boy theatrically trip and fall to the ground, shielding his fall with his outstretched arms. The girls laugh as he loses the game, getting tagged, and after the male almost comically slowly gathers back up to his feet again, a thought flashes through your brainâ how amazing life would be if it was just you three in itâ just you, Aerin and Changmin, spending your afternoons together, free of any trouble.
How happy life would be if every afternoon went like this. How good life would be if you spent days together just like this, like family.Â
For the first time since your decision, you start to doubt your life plan. How can you leave a fantasy like this behind?Â
How could you ever leave your little sister alone?
âItâs happening soon, right?â Changmin asks, the two of you sitting next to each other on the bus stop. Changmin sometimes takes the bus back to the foster home after class when neither of you have plans, but due to your poor time management skills and awfully slow pace of packing your things up, it just so happened that the poor boy missed the earlier busâ which you tried to repay him for with offering him both your chocolate milk and your time as you stayed with him on the bus stop and waited for the nearest bus to the other side of the town with him.
âHm?â you ask, a little confused at first. Then, it dawns on you. âAh. Yeah, I guess.â
Changminâs voice is soft, almost careful when he talks about the topic. You donât often discuss your plan out loud together. It happens once a fortnightâ after sealing the deal in the school yard that day, there always was a feeling of mutual understanding hanging over the two of you that said that even though itâs the reality youâre striding towards, you donât really mention it out loud. As if not to jinx it.Â
Or maybe, the both of you just donât really want to discuss something so difficult. Itâs easier to prepare for it when you pretend itâs easy. When you donât open up about just how scared the both of you clearly are.
âAre you⊠are you ready?â he asks, making you look at him with confused eyes, a hearty chuckle escaping your throat.
âAs ready as Iâll ever beâ which actually, just for the record, means no,â you say, watching as your companion hums and nods to himself, head clearly full of thoughts heâs a little afraid to say out loud.Â
You donât blame him. Not at all, actually. Your own mind is full of conflicting thoughts and feelings, a battle of morality and selfish desire making a pit open in your stomach every time you think of the next step of your little plan. A part of you desperately needs to leave, to settle things once and for all, but another part of you is still hesitant. Maybe thereâs another way. Maybe you could do something about it. Maybe you could try contacting your father againâ one more call left to be sent into the voicemail really wonât hurt you right now.
Youâve been thinking a lot of similar things lately. Questioning the nature of your plan. Wondering if youâll succeed, if itâs all worth it.
You donât really talk about it, though. Not until now. You donât know what gets you so weak and fragile.Â
âWhat if⊠what if thereâs another way?â you ask, watching as the boyâs head spins to face you, eyes glossy as they stare back to yours.
âHm?â he seems confused. âWhat do you mean?â
A little sigh escapes your throat at that, your head turning so you face the road again. Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you shrug. âI was just⊠I was just thinking, like⊠what if thereâs a way for me to do all of this without leaving? Yâknow, I could justâŠâ you trail off, not really finishing your sentence. Truth is, you donât really know where you were going with that statement either. Maybe you just said it out loud in hopes that Changmin would finish it and figure it out for you, offer you a different perspective, make a new planâ a plan where neither of you leave, a plan where neither of you have to cut ties with everything you know back home.
Thatâs a foolish thought, though. âWhat? Get 20 million won in a month a different way? A legal one? Youâre gonna get another loan, or something?â Changmin chuckles, not really taking you seriously. Or maybe he isâ you just feel a bit childish for having such unrealistic views.
âI donât know,â you say, jaw clenching. âMaybe I could get another job, and start going on those dates again, andââ
âYeah, no,â Changmin cuts you off, a huff escaping his lungs. âI know itâs hard, Y/N, but this is all you can do. This is the last resolution, or else youâre gonna lose your house, your mum will be homeless, and you two with Aerin will either end up with your dadâ which is unlikely, from what youâve told meâ or at the foster home. If youâre lucky, maybe theyâll put you both to the same oneââ
Something about his words feels like daggers are thrown into your skin. Like poison is on his tongue and youâre getting burned with each honest sentence that is uttered out your way. The truth hurts, it makes you feel like heâs only adding salt to an open wound, and itâs not fair of you to react that wayâ youâre certainly awareâ but you canât help it. The world is toppling over onto you, the weight is all on your shoulders, and you feel totally, utterly helpless. You feel overwhelmed. You feel tired.
âOkay, I get it,â you cut him off, shaking your head in a dismissive way and rolling your eyes at the boy. âItâs just that I donât really like the thought of doing illegal stuff just to survive, yâknow? Itâs not exactly easy to steal and do all of this shit, and then leave. I know it must seem fun to you, sinceââ
âFun?â Changmin cuts you off. A heartbeat of silence passes by between the two of you, and suddenly, you know youâve crossed the line. You and Changmin can tell each other many things, but this time, you sound a lot like the people judging him on the street. You sound a lot like the police officers always letting him off without punishmentâ heâs a kid from the foster home. He does this stuff for attention, doesnât he? For fun. For satisfaction. He doesnât know any betterâ thatâs how he was raised. Right?
âFun,â he repeats. âYou think Iâm doing this for fun, huh?â he chuckles. You notice his knee bumping up and down in the periphery of your vision, a nervous action just begging to tick you off. âThatâs not exactly something I expected you to say, but okayââ
âWell, thatâs how we fucking ended up here in the first place, didnât we?â
âIâve been doing this for you!â he spits, voice rising and making you flinch. âFor you, and for me. For our fucking futures,â he says. You refuse to look at him even when he stands up from his place on the bench, situating his figure in front of your body still hunched up on the hard wood. âIâve been doing this for the both of us, because we deserve a better life than this, Y/N.â
âA better future?â you laugh, bitterness dripping off your tongue. âIn hiding. On a run.â
âDo you prefer being homeless? Being thrown into the foster home for a few days before you age out of the system and your little sister is left there with the other kids? Kids like me?â he says mercilessly, only adding gas to the fire.Â
âYou know thatâs not what I meantââ
âOh, trust me, Y/N, I know,â he says, irony slipping through his words. âYouâre just saying this because youâre scared. Because you feel selfishââ
âAnd isnât it true, Changmin? Isnât selfish what we both are?â you say, your eyes finally meeting with the boyâs. His hair is disheveled as if heâs been running his hands through it in frustration, eyebrows furrowed and a displeased expression is sitting at his features. On most days, Ji Changmin looks like a cunning foxâ full of mischief, full of secrets. Now, though, itâs like you see right through him. Somewhere along the way, you feel like youâre the one that started building up a wall in the middle of this argument. âHow could I ever just leave my sister there? You could never understandââ
âI canât, huh?â he says, nothing close to the gentle softness in his voice now, all disappearing from when he spoke to you just a few minutes ago. His voice is harsh, hoarse, even, something behind his eyes shifting in the middle of the fight. âWhy? Because I donât have siblings? Because I have nothing to lose?â
âYou wouldnât know how leaving someone behind feels,â you let out, but even as youâre saying it, you feel immediately disgusted with yourself. How could you ever say this to his face?Â
Changmin looks like he was slapped in his face. You swear he winces at your words, bottom lip trapped between his lips as he stares you down. The corners of your eyes start burning like thereâs been acid poured into your sockets, hands trembling in the reality of your words. The boy in front of you nods to himself, harshly breathing in.
âI wouldnât know how leaving someone behind feels,â he repeats, nodding to himself. âYeah. Youâre right. Because I donât have anyone,â he admits. âI donât have siblings like you do. I never met my parents, because they never gave a shit about me enough to keep me in their lives in the first place. Nobody fucking cares at the foster home, because I canât seem to make meaningful connections with anyone. And you know what, yeah. Itâs just so easy for me, because thereâs no one here who would give a single flying fuck if I leave, because they donât even really care if Iâm alive or dead.â
âChangminââ
âJust say it, Y/N. Say nobody cares,â he says, eyes stone cold, an avalanche taking place in your lungs. Itâs hard to breathe and your eyes are hazy, fists crawling in themselves as you relish in the catastrophe youâve caused.
âThatâs not what Iââ
âAnd you know what? Maybe youâre right, Y/N. I have nothing to lose, I am not leaving anyone behind, I wouldnât know how it feels. Call me selfish, for all you like. Call me selfish for wanting something for myself, for wanting to leave this town and start over somewhere new. I donât care. Iâm doing this for myself,â he says, the noise of an approaching car landing in your ears through the sound of his words. âBut donât you fucking dare give up on your future just because you feel guilty. Donât you dare call yourself selfish when youâre doing everything you can to keep the rest of your family afloat. Donât call yourself selfish when youâre paying back a loan that isnât yours and taking care of your sisterâs future by doing all of this alone, yeah?â
A hot trail of liquid falls down your cheek as you hear the bus approaching the stop. Taking a shaky breath in, you open your mouth to say somethingâ anythingâ but no words come out.
âAnd I know itâs hard for you. I know youâre tired, I know youâre exhausted and I know youâre scared and god do I wish I could make this easier for you, but Y/N, donât you ever say itâs fun or easy for me, when Iâve been putting everything on line trying to help you. To help us.â
The bus door opens. Like a child thatâs being scolded, you refuse to meet his eye. Thereâs shame flowing through your veins, embarrassment creeping up your neck. It feels like you betrayed him. Like you cut right where it hurts, tried to use everything you had on him against him, hitting all his weak spotsâ all because you were suddenly too prideful to admit to yourself that youâre scared and wallowing in guilt. Itâs hard to bear the weight alone. You wish you could make Changmin feel guilty.Â
Thatâs something he wonât understand. It doesnât make it easier for him, though. He was rightâ you could never do any of this differently. You could also never do any of this alone.Â
âAnd if you still think itâs selfish, then, well,â you hear him sigh, âI think itâs okay to be selfish sometimes. I think itâs fair of you to be selfish right now,â he says, the words both feeling like a hug and a punch to your sternum, leaving you cut open in the empty road.
âIâll see you on Monday.â
The bus drives off, the boyâs figure peeling itself off your proximity, entering the other side of the town. You sit at the bus stop for a long while after, aggressively wiping your tears away with the back of your palm, embarrassed to cause such a scene. You never meant to fight with him. You never meant to act like a toddler, playing the victim in a situation that you sadly cannot change, in a situation you unfortunately cannot solve in any better way.Â
Ji Changmin is the only person you can lean on in this situation. You feel bad for using him as your punching bag. Youâre deeply flawed to take it out on him.Â
In the silence of the street, the thought hits you with full force, making your knees weak and your throat dry up like the desert, a dagger straight through your heart as you realize youâre the only person Changmin would be leaving behind.Â
And after everything you two went through together, he would never do such a thing. Ji Changmin will hold on to you like a lifeline, because youâre everything heâs gotâ everything he keeps fighting for. He could give up on everything, had you not been on board.Â
He could never give up on you, though.
Warm sunlight peeks through the windows as you sit in silence side by side, neither of you daring to say anything, as if you were scared to break the atmosphere hanging over the calm library. You and Changmin havenât talked to each other much the whole day, something in the air remaining tense and strained after your previous argument on Friday, but you still tagged along with him when he asked you if you wanted to do homework with him in the library. This is the first time you see your companion doing any school work at all, so you figure you donât want to pass out on the revolutionary momentâ and also, you still feel kind of bad about your latest interaction. You take the fact that he invited you to spend more time with him as a good sign, though.Â
Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you decide to break the bubble and move a little in your place, reaching for something inside of your bag. Changmin promptly ignores your movements, but when a carton of banana milk appears in his vision, he pays you a glance.Â
Youâre too prideful to say sorry with words. You donât want to mention it and go back to the topic you were discussing, much preferring to let things be the way they were before you had an emotional outburst at the bus stop. While you canât say you arenât glad that the words are now out in the open, the two of you are more vulnerable in front of each other than ever, you really donât think you can handle another argument. Some things are better left unsaid. Ignored. There was mutual understanding over you two anywayâ there was no use saying those things out loud.
And when you move the banana milk closer to Changminâs elbow resting on the table with a push of your pointer finger across the dark-wooden desk, you see his eyes softening. He understands, taking the drink into his hand and tearing the plastic off the straw, sucking in the beverage. Ji Changmin accepted your offering, and somehow, you feel like there was some weight lifted off your shoulders, a force unsqueezing your heart.Â
âYouâre not working on your homework?â he asks, voice hushed in the silent library.
âNo,â you shake your head, deciding to lean over the desk and rest your weight on your folded arms, prepping yourself into a comfortable napping position. âIâll just borrow your notebook before class and copy it.â
âIs this you finally admitting that Iâm smarter than you?â he teases, shaking his head at your prompt laziness.
âIf that helps you sleep at night,â you shrug.Â
Changmin snickers at your reply, eyes hovering over you for a few seconds as you get comfortable next to him. He takes another sip of the banana milk before he offers the drink to you, the straw hovering over your lips. Like a baby being fed through a sippy cup, you open your mouth and let him slot the straw between your lips, sucking the liquid in and relishing in the sweetness of the beverage.Â
You shoot him a smile when the carton is back in its place on the desk, his eyes promptly moving to the monitor in front of him. You donât really know what heâs working on in the first place, the hoard of assignments mixing up in your brain, but you refuse to let your mind wander over equations or foreign languages now. Itâs Monday afternoon, and even though itâs only the first day of the week, you feel like you deserve to rest.
Changmin types something on the keyboard of the library computer, eyebrows furrowing as he focuses on the contents of the screen. You find yourself glued to his motions, watching him from the side, studying the way his expressions change in milliseconds, irises dialing by the second. When he focuses a little too hard on the information his eyes are scanning on the device, he traps his bottom lip in between his teeth, tugging on it. He also has a habit of licking his lips every few seconds, leaving a wet trail glossing over his mouth, making you feel foolish at the examination of that part of his face. Hair is falling into his forehead, black locks messily trimmed and mostly unstyled, oftentimes leaving you eager to brush your hand through the raven strands to tame them into place.Â
His features have grown familiar to you over the months. He has the face of someone youâll remember even in a few years. He looks like someone youâd take pictures of in photo booths and tape the strips up in your room. You donât have any pictures like this, though, and your room isnât worthy enough of being made prettier with such a photo strip. Maybe in the future, you think. When I live somewhere else.
His voice wakes you up from the slumber, your heart hammering at the interruption. Changmin speaks to you casually, the monotone hum of his voice making you listen attentively to what he has to say.
âWhere do we eventually want to settle?â he asks, making you raise your brows at him in question.
âWhat part of the homework is that?â you joke, watching as the boyâs cheeks tint pink, a dismissive wave of his hand shutting up your teasing.
âIâm already done with that,â he clears his throat, âIâm just⊠doing research.â
âResearch,â you repeat, nodding to yourself. You nuzzle your nose into your hoodie sleeve, thinking for a while as you contemplate your decision. You never really thought of where youâd go. âAwayâ was always your destinationâ never specified. You just knew youâd have to leave one day, eventually.
âBusan, maybe?â you hum, laughing to yourself. âI dunno. I always wanted to go to Japan, but I donât think our funds will reach as far.â
âI donât really think the language barrier would be ideal either,â he agrees, nodding to himself. âBusan sounds nice.â
âDoesnât it?â you grin, locking your gaze with his only for a few seconds before he looks back to the computer.Â
âWe could get a little flat somewhere in the middle of the city when we save up enough, eventually,â he says, tone of voice sweet and gentle. Thereâs something about planning your future with Changmin that leaves you feeling particularly vulnerable and fragile. Not in a bad way, just in a strange type of way. In a way that makes your insides ache and heart tremble. You never thought youâd plan your future with someone.Â
Ji Changmin never planned his future either. Somehow, he assumed there was nothing good waiting for him after aging out of the system.Â
The intimacy folded over you two like a blanket makes you panic. âWeâre moving in together?â you tease, watching as the boyâs face heats up more, a hesitant shrug of his shoulders acted out to seem casual.
âI think itâs more convenient that way,â he hums, trying to stay logical. âWe can split the rent and groceries, and one of us can cook while the other one cleansâŠâ he trails off, scratching the back of his neck. âWe are leaving together, so I assumedâŠâ
A dumb smile battles its way onto your lips. âI was just joking,â you assure him, watching as he shies away from your gaze. Itâs not an usual reaction from him. Ji Changmin doesnât really get bashfulâ at least not with you. You try not to question it for the sake of your own comfort.
Forcing your eyes off his face, you watch as he types something on the keyboard again, attention glued to his digits. Dark bruises paint his knuckles, scratches glazing the backs of his fists. Eyebrows furrowing, you act on instinct as you reach out your hand, stopping him from typing as you take his palm into yours. âDid you get into a fight again?â you ask, thumb absent-mindledly tracing the outlines of the scars.
âMaybe,â he admits light-heartedly, lips pressed into a thin line when your warm hand locks with his, the tender touch of the pads of your thumbs against the open wounds making him shiver. If asked, the boy would blame it on the breeze coming through the window. Itâs getting late and the air is colder. That has to be it.
âNo getting in fights after this is all over,â you say as you let go. âWouldnât want our landlord to kick us out for delinquency.â
Changmin laughs, the absurdity of the situation and your foolish dreams downing on both of you at once. Unaware that even though you were both forced to grow up much faster than other kids your age, you were still childish at heartâ as if chasing the time of your life that was forcefully taken out of your handsâ older, but still needing to live through that stage, you fold back over the table and force your eyes closed, scoffing at the sentiments.
âDonât you worry, Y/N,â he laughs, âweâre starting clean. Hell, Iâll even give back to society. We can start volunteering, if it makes you sleep better at night.â
The joke makes you chuckle, warming your heart. Itâs nice to think about the future with someone. Itâs good to feel like your dreams might be tangible. The future is in your hands, and you will do everything you can to make it worth it.Â
Itâs good to have someone you can lean on.
âCan I help you with that?â Aerin asks you from behind, startling you in the small kitchen space. Turning towards her, you offer her a smile and shake your head, watching as your little sister takes her stance next to your figure, observing your cooking.
When it comes to cooking, you wouldnât call yourself a professional. A lot of the times, what you end up with isnât as delicious as you expected it to turn out when you started making it, but at the end of the day, itâs food anyway and you eat itâ because throwing it out would be a waste of money and resources, and you have to eat something. There are a few foods that are easy enough that you perfected them, thoughâ and those are ramen, an egg omelet, fried rice, and lastly, the pre-made foods you get at the grocery store that you either just boil or heat up in the microwave.Â
âNo, itâs okay,â you say as you work on one of your master dishesâ the one that satisfies everyone, including your little sister: ramen. You can never go wrong with ramen, you think.Â
âBut I wanna learn to cook as well,â your sister insists, crossing her arms on her chest, âIâm not a child anymore, and I have to learn how to look after myself.â
A dry chuckle escapes your throat, shaking your head in disbelief at her mature words. In your eyes, sheâs just a child, thoughâ a kid thatâs not to be trusted with knives and boiling water, a little girl that isnât as careful with the utensils as she should be, which can undoubtedly end up with her getting hurt.Â
âThatâs what Iâm here for,â you smile, throwing your little sister a caring look. âYou just focus on studying and Iâll be there to cook for you so your little stomach is never empty,â you say as you slice the spring onion to add into the noodles boiling on the stove.
Aerin seems to be disappointed with your answer. Her cheeks grow twice as big as they usually are as she pouts, a frown overtaking her features. You take it as your sign to engage your little sister more in the grown-up activities, sighing to yourself as you realize just how fast your little sister has grown. Even though you try to shield her from all the troubles of the adult world, you canât really prevent her from maturing faster than the other kids her age. Hell, sheâs not blindâ as much as youâd like her to be. She knows whatâs going on. She might not be able to grasp it fully, might not be able to understand everything with her childish brain, but she knowsâ to a certain level, that is.Â
Nodding to yourself, you try to put up a smiling face. âOkay, then,â you say, âIâm making ramen.â
Your sister seems to be intrigued with your sudden tutorial, eyes growing big and focused. Something grows impossibly soft and fond in you, watching her scanning the surroundings, trying to find any task to help you out with.Â
âYou can just open the pack and put the noodles in the water to boil, if you want to do it the easy way,â you start, âbut if you want to make it more delicious, like I do, you can add some other ingredients in with it.â
âWhat do you add?â Aerin asks.
âSpring onion,â you hum, pointing to the vegetables youâd been cutting when she approached you, âsoy sauce,â you point towards the black bottle on the counter, waiting to be opened and added into the dish cooking on the stove, âand lastly, I crack in an egg.â
âThat doesnât seem hard,â Aerin says, earning herself an amused chuckle out of you.
âItâs not,â you admit, âIâm not a professional chef, or anything, so I keep it simple.â
âCan I do it, then?â she asks, looking at you with big, hopeful eyes. You canât possibly turn those eyes down. A passing thought emerges in you that she needs thisâ she needs someone to teach her even the smallest things. She needs you to teach her how to cook ramen, because you know how hard it is when you have no one to show you, when you have to figure out everything on your own.Â
Nodding, you step aside and put the black bottle of soy sauce into her hand. âYou can pour in a little bit. Not too much, though, or else it will be too salty.â
âHow much?â she asks, furrowing her brows.
âIâll tell you when to stop,â you smile, watching as her smaller hand opens the lid of the bottle, positioning the glass above the pot. Black liquid soon drips down, tinting the broth a dark brown color, the spices mixing in and making the ramen instantly twice as delicious as if youâd just thrown it on the stove with the spices that come in the packaging.Â
âThatâs fine,â you say, halting your sister in adding more and over-seasoning your lunch.
âNow the egg?â
âYeah,â you nod, watched by the focused eyes of your little sister. You take the small sphere youâve prepared onto the kitchen counter before you started cooking, offering it to Aerin. âHave you ever cracked an egg before?â you ask.
âNo.â
âOkay,â you laugh, âso this is your first time. Donât worry, nobody gets it right the first time. Just crack it on the counter and then open the shell. Be careful not to spill it everywhere, though,â you instruct, watching as your little sister moves with much uncertainty, small hands shaking with the delicate ingredient in her grasp.
The touch of the shell with the counter is almost delicate the first time, as if she was afraid the egg was going to spill everywhere and make a mess on the kitchen counter, but the second time, sheâs a little more confident, cracking the egg on the corner. Pure concentration is shown on your sisterâs face as she moves the ingredient above the pot, her little fingers having trouble with opening the shell and dropping the egg in. She struggles, nails digging into the light tan, putting in more force than necessary and breaking the shell even further, having the yolk spill all over her fingers, dropping to the pan with a crash.
Aerin gasps in surprise at her own actions, a frown instantly overtaking her features as she notices that the shell fell in, disappointment so evidently running through her veins.
âItâs okay,â you say, petting her arm, âas I said, nobody gets it right the first time. Throw the shell into the bin and wash your hands, Iâll finish this,â you smile, trying to transfer all your feelings of pride into her.
She is growing up right in front of your eyes. Itâs a feeling only older siblings can understandâ seeing someone transform from a baby to an elementary-school kid, being there for every step of their journey. Youâve known her her whole life. Itâs a bond that you never want to break.
But thereâs that bugging voice in your mind that keeps telling you to enjoy this, enjoy it while it lasts, enjoy it while you can, because soon, youâll be gone and you wonât see her take the next steps, you wonât see her grow up. A chill runs down your spine at that, an unsettling feeling making you feel heavy, making you trap your bottom lip between your teeth and gnaw on it in a poor attempt to ground yourself.
Crouching over the boiling pot, you take out a spoon and fish for the cracked shell in the noodles, not really being in favor of getting an upset appendix. Your eyes get hazy, stinging at the cornersâ maybe you could blame it on the steam.
âYou did well, Aerin. Youâll be a better cook than me in no time,â you praise her.
âI have to learn,â she agrees, the sound of the tap turning on as she washes her hands flowing into your ears with her next sentiment. âYou wonât be here forever to do everything for me, after all.â
With your back turned to her, pretending to still dig around the noodles for the egg shells you already got out a few seconds ago, you hum. You catch yourself mid-sniffle, quickly wiping your cheek with the back of your hand, turning off the stoveâ maybe you could blame it on the spring onion. Cutting it always makes you tear up. Itâs just the fumes getting in your eyes.
You wonât be there forever to do everything for your little sister. The day that happens is maybe sooner than sheâd expectâ you canât tell her, though. You canât prepare her for your departure.
By bringing this up, though, itâs almost like in the corner of her soul, she knew. Itâs almost like she had it all figured out, itâs like she saw right through you. Itâs like her own way of telling you not to worryâ sheâll be a big girl and take care of herself. Sheâll be strong, even when youâre gone.
You wonât be there forever to do everything for your little sister. You really, desperately wish you would, though.Â
Carisoprodol, sold under the brand name Soma among others, is indicated for the relief of discomfort associated with acute, painful musculoskeletal conditions in adults. Carisoprodol is a white, crystalline powder, having a mild, characteristic odor and a bitter taste. It is slightly soluble in water; freely soluble in alcohol, chloroform, and acetone; and its solubility is practically independent of pH. SOMA should only be used for short periods (up to two or three weeks) because adequate evidence of effectiveness for more prolonged use has not been established.
âWhat if it kills him?â you ask, chewing on your bottom lip.
âIt wonât,â Changmin says, placing his hand over yours, the package of pills resting in your open palm. âTrust me.â
The recommended dose of SOMA is 250 mg to 350 mg three times a day and at bedtime. The recommended maximum duration of SOMA use is up to two or three weeks.
âWhere did you even get this?â your eyebrows furrow as you listen to him instruct you on the ways of using it. Your stomach is already burning with acid at the thought of what youâre going to do. Itâs what youâre dreading, but itâs also what needs to be done.Â
âOur caretaker back at the foster home takes them,â he says, shrugging. âSo I just borrowed some.â
SOMA has sedative properties and may impair the mental and/or physical abilities required for the performance of potentially hazardous tasks such as driving a motor vehicle or operating machinery. There have been post-marketing reports of motor vehicle accidents associated with the use of SOMA. In some patients, however, and/or early in therapy, carisoprodol can have the full spectrum of sedative side effects and can impair the patient's ability to operate a firearm, motor vehicles, and other machinery of various types, especially when taken with medications containing alcohol, in which case an alternative medication would be considered. The intensity of the side effects of carisoprodol tends to lessen as therapy continues, as is the case with many other drugs. Other side effects include: dizziness, clumsiness, headache, fast heart rate, upset stomach, vomiting and skin rash.
âJust give him two of these. He should be out within an hour.âÂ
A chill runs down your spine. This is nothing close to the occasional stealing at the grocery store or the lying you used to do to get money out of old men that are predatory towards a girl knowing sheâs underage. This is twice as morally wrong and twice as dangerous for everyone involved. If you had to draw a line at what you can excuse yourself, you think all of this is far over it.
âIf this goes wrong, Iâm ratting you out and weâre both going to jail. You hear me?â you say, eyes bearing into Changminâs.
âThatâs the plan, baby,â he grins. âIf you go down, I go as well.â
The usual dose of 350 mg is unlikely to engender prominent side effects other than somnolence, and mild to significant euphoria or dysphoria, but the euphoria is generally short-lived due to the fast metabolism of carisoprodol into meprobamate and other metabolites.
You watch the boy from up close, his eyes now blown out and big, blonde hair falling into his forehead in a messy mannerâ yet he doesnât find it in him to drag his palm across the strands and push them out of his vision. Youâre laying in the bed with him, side by side, staring into each otherâs eyes. You watch as the drug slowly takes over him, as the boy in front of you slowly starts slipping into a more and more sleepy state, completely unaware of the fact that you dropped two white, round pills into his drink when he went to the toilet.Â
Your conscience starts stinging more and more with the passing time. Eric Sohn looks at you like you hung the stars onto the sky, like you made the whole world with just your two handsâ and this is what youâre repaying him with. This is what you decided to do, this is what path you chose to take.
Millions of excuses flash through your alert brain. Maybe itâs just your mind trying to rationalize everything, trying to make you feel better about the mess youâre just now going to createâ either way, itâs helping only a little bit with the rapid beating of your heart.Â
You keep telling yourself that it doesnât matter. That Eric would never understand the life youâre living, that he wouldnât even want to date you, had he known just how much money your family owes. You keep telling yourself that itâs okay, because he has a lot of money, and itâs not like youâre stealing it allâ youâre just stealing the valuables he showed you. And maybe itâs his fault for trusting you. After all, he was the one willingly taking you back to his house when his parents werenât around. This is his lessonâ he should start being less gullible and vulnerable. He should stop hanging out with people like you.
You and him, you donât belong together. Eric Sohn is supposed to stand by the side of another rich heir, showing her off to his parents. Heâs supposed to be proudly going around the town with his newest girlfriend, not hiding with her in the shadows, knowing, sensing that sheâs flawed and not like himâ not like others.
Heâs going to wake up and find out who you areâ the reality, not just what youâve been pretending to be all this timeâ and heâs going to be disappointed, sure, but heâs going to move on to better things. Because what youâre taking from him is just a fraction of his wealth, just a small part of what he has. He wonât even feel the loss.Â
But for you, youâre taking everything you canâ everything you need.
Itâs not like any of thisâ your relationshipâ was ever real. You two havenât even kissed yet. You hang out with him and hold his hand, you listen to him while he talks to you with sparkles in his eyes, but thereâs no depth. Surely, he must feel it. Surely, he must know thereâs something wrong.
âI love you, Y/N,â he suddenly says, tone of voice hushed, almost not audible in the silence of his room. The sentence is like a knife to your heart, a dagger stabbing you in your back. Something inside of you crumbles, your stomach burning with guilt, hands shaking as you pretend you didnât hear him. If you ignore it, maybe itâs like it never happened.Â
Itâs the effect of the drug. He doesnât know what heâs saying. Itâs not realâ how could it be? He doesn't know you. He doesnât know who you really are and what youâre about to do. He canât love you.
Fingers playing with the loose threads of the blanket thrown over the two of you, your eyes avert from his, big and honest, still like water. It takes everything in you not to stay here with him, wait until heâs back from the sedation, and apologize. It takes everything in you not to back out. Every time the weight of your actions becomes too unbearable, the weight of responsibility and your familyâs well-being drops onto the other side of the scale, though, and youâre back to square oneâ this is what you need to do.
âYou donât have to say it back,â he says to you despite not meeting your eye, âyou⊠I knowâŠâ he trails off, but doesnât finish the sentence, as if changing his mind. A dry chuckle leaves his throat at that, words sweet like honey lacing your throat, choking you up with the thickness of them, the richness of his unreturned care. âI just wanted you to know.â
Youâre a terrible, terrible human being. The force of your teeth against the side of your cheek suddenly gives out, making you taste iron on your tongue. Promptly ignoring everything he says, focusing on calming down your breathing and the erratic beating of your heart, you wonder if he knows. If heâs aware youâre just playing with himâ if he knows you never cared for him in a way he does for you.Â
Because if he knows, itâs like heâs allowing you to break him. Isnât that what love is, though? Being vulnerable, offering someone your whole heart, and expecting them to take care of it? Love is cruel in that way. It can take away all of you. It can consume you.
And would he still love you if he knew what you were going to do to him? Is his love unconditional? You chuckle at that. He doesnât know anything about love.Â
A while passes, the two of you laying in silence. When you finally battle away the fear and look up at him, you find him asleep. His eyes are closed and his breathing is steady, and when you touch his armâ testing to see if he will wakeâ you find him unresponsive. This is your cue.
Standing up from his bed and straightening the wrinkles on your clothes, you take a deep breath in and out to calm yourself down. Your hands grasp the backpack you brought with yourselfâ the bag that was supposed to be filled with clothes so you could sleep over, yet that is now empty, just waiting to be filledâ and you walk out of Ericâs room, feet dragging you towards all the empty rooms in the corridor.
The first part of the plan is now in action.
Walking into the master bedroom, dashing to the walk-in closet, you take all the jewelry you can find. The mental calculations of the worth of the chains and golden earrings in your bag are adding up slowly, the digits growing and making a sense of satisfaction flow through your veins. Maybe something rubbed off on you from hanging out around Changmin so muchâ you get the thrill now. You get the adrenaline. Itâs like working for something you want, something you need, and although you know there are other ways, theyâre not as fast and effective. The thing is, you need the money now.Â
Fastly getting through room by room, taking everything valuable you can see with the idea of turning it into profit in a pawn shop somewhere along the way, when everything is settled and youâre on the run, starting your life somewhere new, you find that it gets easier to operate. Itâs like youâre working on auto-pilot, the full weight of your actions slowly slipping through your consciousness. Youâre only an actor in your life right now, looking at yourself from a third person viewâ like youâre playing a video game.Â
Detached from everything, hands now more steady and breathing almost normal, you take the jewelry from the living room as well. A dry chuckle leaves your throat as you eye Ericâs wallet thrown lazily on the shelf by the front door. You never leave your money out in the open and unhidden at homeâ donât you know that? Havenât you learned about the dangers of that yet, Eric Sohn? Oh, what a blissfully unaware life you lead.
Opening it, taking the bank notes into your fingers and folding them into your pocket, you stop as you put your shoes back on at the front door. Looking around the big, empty space, not really allowing yourself to dwell on your actions just yet, you take your phone out of your pocket and before you completely turn the device off, block Ericâs number.Â
The doorknob is cold in your hands as you open the front door, walking out. Itâs like youâre leaving who you once were and who you couldâve been in that big house behind youâ itâs like youâre saying goodbye to the life you once led and anxiously awaiting the new one waiting for you behind the corner.Â
Getting sentimental wonât help you in this situation, though. Being emotional and afraid wonât drag your family out of the depths of loan sharksâ teeth.Â
And so you walk off the property, mind set on the meeting point you agreed on with Changmin. Itâs now or never.
The first part of the plan has been completed. You have something to fall back on when you discard all the money into the loan sharkâs hands. Eric Sohnâs wealth is now your safety net.Â
You meet up with your partner in crime at the corner of the neighborhood. Your backpack gets hidden in the bushes, away from the eyes of everyone, on the route youâre going to take when completing your second part of the plan. The next couple of steps are completed on autopilot.Â
Flashes of Changminâs face. A ski mask pulled over his head, a hood pulled over your hair, disposable mask covering your nose. He throws one of his spare black hoodies over your body, leaving you to put your arms through the sleeves and zip the clothing up, the two of you masked to the point of not being recognised even to the eyes of people that know you.Â
You two make a silent entry to the empty road leading towards the town square. Not much conversation is shared between the two of you because of the adrenaline running through your veins. The stride in your step is consistent and fast-paced, the timing of your plan set to a tight schedule. When you cross the corner, nearing your target, the two of you put on sunglasses and keep your head low. Your heartbeat is so fast you can hear it in your ears, your body responding to the stress with the help of your sympathetic nervous systemâ breathing growing fast and hands a little sweaty.
Your mind is repeating âItâs gonna be okay, Itâs gonna be okay, Itâs gonna be okayâ, a silent plea that constantly gets overthrown by the rational side of your brain. Is it too late to back out now? You donât knowâ but at the same time, you recognise that you donât particularly want to. Youâre just scaredâ you know it. You recognise it.Â
And itâs okay to do things afraid. It means you have the courage to do themâ it means you have what it takes to change the situation youâre in.
Your eyes lock with Changminâs, his face mostly hidden in a shadow. You canât really read his expressionâ itâs dark and his features are coveredâ but it seems like you two operate on the same frequencies. One nod is all it takesâ the world stops for a second before Changmin turns on his heel and moves towards the jewelry store you once worked at, a heavy rock he prepared close to the sidewalk thrown through the door giving you an easy entry to the property.
The alarm goes off instantly. That means you only have about 10 to 15 minutes before the police come and youâre busted.
You have to act quick. Changmin climbs into the store like he owns the place. You have the background information from working there that could very well get you caught quickly, if the police are smart enough to connect the dots in the investigation. The plan you and Changmin have is efficient, fast and smart. You thought about everythingâ you canât make a single mistake. The way you move and operate is calculated and thought-out. Thereâs no way youâre giving yourself to the hands of the police tonight.
While you run to the back and rummage through the managerâs room, looking for the key to the cash registerâ you know where itâs usually kept, since you closed with her many times before and watched her do all the tasks with innocent eyes, not yet knowing that youâre going to end up using this information for your good one day. When you find itâ on the top of the shelf, almost invisible if you hadnât known thatâs where to look for itâ you move to the safe in the corner of the room. The sequence of numbers is easy to rememberâ or at least for you. Your father used to tell you that youâre good with numbers. Youâve grown to hate every quality of yours he ever complimented, but you must admit itâs coming in clutch right now.
Your fingers work on the lock, the junctures of the metal unclasping under your touch. Your hands are still sweaty, but a little more steady nowâ you notice as you open the door to the safe and take out the rest of the money binded with rubber bands, throwing it into your backpack. You work fast, not really giving yourself an opportunity to mentally count and estimate the amount, but something in your bones is telling you that it should be enough.
Running back to the main store area after youâre done, not bothering to close the safe after yourself, you reach the register to get the last remains of cash from this store. The alarm is still going off, making your ears ring and your stomach churn with acid, but as you get the key in and forcefully take out the drawer, you feel a little calmer at the sight of the bills inside.Â
From the corner of your eye, you watch Changmin getting out jewelry from each shiny glass vitrine, smashing it with his gloved fist. Countless earrings, watches and necklaces get thrown messily into his bag, expensive metal rising your worth with every passing second.Â
When the cash is in your bag, you quickly pace around the store and try to help Changmin. As soon as your hand goes to smash the window, though, he takes you by the wrist and shields you from your attempts. Furrowing your brows, you meet eyes with him, wordlessly asking for an explanation. Does he not want your help? Does he want you to fully stick to the plan? But youâre done with your partâ the best thing you can do at this moment is help him with his side, no?
Your question is quickly answered when the man keeps tugging on your hand, leading you out of the store. Your feet buckle the tiniest bit when you cross the threshold, but thatâs when you hear itâ the sirens.
You didnât notice them over the sound of the alarm and the whooshing of your blood in your ears. You have to leaveâ theyâre close.
Changmin takes the lead, his sneakers making a loud noise against the pavement. You run after him, your pulse quickening with each meter. They could be anywhere, you think. They could stop you right here, on the run. You have to be careful.
The paranoia gets the worst of you, making you constantly check over your shoulder. Pupils shaking, you scan your surroundingsâ there could be anyone watching you that could tell the police that they saw you on the run. There must be cameras everywhere. You canât hide. Theyâre always watching. Youâre going to get caught, and youâre going to be sent to juvie. You canât help your familyâ
âY/N,â you hear him call from in front of you, the anxious thoughts vanishing from your brain fast, like the strike of a lightning.Â
His sunglasses are off, your eyes meeting. Something inside of you comes to a calm, your heart leaping, squeezing on itself. His hand grabs yours, a force dragging you to his level on the pavement. Heâs not letting you fall behind, his legs giving the pace as you follow him, left, right, left, right⊠Youâre almost there. Youâre almost done.
It gets to the point of the route where Changmin bends down and searches through the bush. Your backpack is quickly found, thrown over his shoulder. Heâs carrying both now, one on his back and one on his front, leaving you leaping behind him with a smaller duffel bag on your shoulder. You carry a lot of money with yourself right now. You donât think youâve ever seen so much money in one place in your whole entire life.
And then youâre finally thereâ the police sirens are no longer audible, there are houses all around you and the only thing accompanying the silence are the lampposts and your heavy breathing. Bending over at his waist, Changmin finally lets go of your hand. His fingers grasp the ski mask on his head, tugging it off and letting him finally breathe in the oxygen freely, not restricted by the thick fabric.
Your heart starts to calm down as you take more air into your lungs. Wiping your sweaty hands onto the fabric of your jeans, you unzip the hoodie and fan yourself with your shirt, hating the way itâs sticking to your sweaty skin.Â
Itâs calm. Quiet. Just like any other day. Tonight, it feels a bit strange.
Changmin looks up at you, hair messy sticking up everywhere, his sweaty forehead glistening a little in the moonlight. A heartbeat passes by of you two just staring into each otherâs eyes before his lips turn into a lazy grin, the dimple on his cheek showing itself to you in its full glory. Itâs a strange situation to smile in, but it still makes your heart leap and thunder, a similar expression taking over your face. Then, he laughs. Like itâs funny. Now, this is getting ridiculous.
Still, you canât help but mirror him. He must be crazy. Surely, youâre both going insane.Â
Shaking his head, he straightens his back and takes a step forward to where youâre standing, offering his hand to you for a high-five. When you meet him in the middle, he locks his fingers with you, squeezing your palm with his. âAlmost there.â
âAlmost there,â you repeat, nodding.Â
Now, all it takes is to settle the loans and leave. Leave fast, that is.
You take both of the bags into your hands and slowly, quietly enter your house. Changmin doesnât follow youâ heâs on to the second to last part of your plan as you walk up the stairs to your room and lock the door behind you. Unzipping the bags and dropping the money onto the rug in the middle of the floor, your breathing heavy as you prepare to count, you crouch and let your eyes wander for a bit along the notes in the middle of your room.Â
Youâre rich. Only for a moment, though. You try to salvage the feeling the best you canâ the satisfaction doesnât hit your brain, though. You canât fake it. You canât make yourself believe a lie.
Pulling yourself together, your fingers slip across the smooth surface of each bill, your brain working fast as you rustle with the cotton. The amount gets added up, the sum growing bigger and bigger, and after each ten thousand, you put a rubber band on the roll and drop it back into one of the bags.Â
Youâre using your school bag to carry the money to settle your familyâs debt. Thereâs something deeply ironic about the sentiment. It almost makes you chuckle.
The light pink backpack gets filled with expensive pieces of paper, each roll lifting the tiniest bit of weight off your shoulders. Only a few more and you have enough, you thinkâ and although you hate to admit it, the remaining sum you see scattered across your floor is less than the amount you expected. Itâs okay, thoughâ you know how to live with nothing. Youâll survive. Youâll get through it.Â
After youâre done counting, you zip up the bag. Shaky hands reach for the last notes on the floor. You take out the envelope you hid under your pillow and put the money inside before you hesitantly drag out the piece of paper youâve treasured inside, letting your eyes scan over the last words youâre leaving for your sister.
My sweet Aerin.Â
Donât look for me. Donât worry about me. Youâre safe now and everything is going to be okay. Take care of mum while Iâm gone and make sure to study well so you get into a good university and make your big sister very proud. There are some things you are too young to understand, but Iâm sure youâll get it when youâre older.Â
Please donât hate me. Iâm always thinking about you. We will meet again one day.
Love, Y/N. :)Â
P.S.: keep this money safe. Only use it when you really need it.Â
The corners of your eyes burn, making you blink away the tears. Although your heart wishes for one last hug, one last goodbye, you know you canât grant yourself the benefit. If you held your sister for a second, you know youâd want to hold her foreverâ and thatâs something you canât do anymore. Not after whatâs done. You canât look back and keep holding on to something so selfishlyâ thereâs no going back after what youâve done. Youâre a criminal nowâ a proper one, but you did it all for your family. You hope that one day, at least your sister might understand.
Wiping the stray tear thatâs rolled down your cheek, you breathe in to calm your erratic thoughts. Putting the letter back in and sealing the envelope, all while simultaneously gathering all the bags, you walk into your sisterâs room and leave the envelope under her pillow.Â
Her sleeping body is still shorter than yours, but sheâs no longer so little. Sheâs grown so much over the years. The thought of not seeing her grow into an adult pains you, but itâs the price you have to pay for her comfort.Â
You close the door to her room quietly. You walk down the stairs of a house you can no longer call a home, foot stepping over the threshold of a place youâre never coming back to. You donât allow yourself to look behind you. You donât allow yourself to say a proper goodbye.
The jog towards the car parked in your driveway feels like a marathonâ youâre slowly running out of breath. You didnât train hard enough for the responsibilities youâve taken on your shoulders. Itâs like youâre jogging with a bag of rocks on your back.
Changmin opens the door to the passengerâs side for you. The bags are dropped onto the backseat. When he asks you if youâre ready, you donât look into his eyes when you nod. Thereâs a sinking feeling in your stomach telling you that heâll see right through your lieâ but you canât waste any more time than you already allowed yourself back in the house.
Changmin twists the car key in the ignition and starts the car. You drive away towards the other side of the city. Your baby pink school bag is dropped at the gate of the expensive-looking house of which you found the address of on one of the contracts somewhere in the middle of planning your escape. You drive away before anyone notices. Somehow, it feels like by leaving the bag there, youâre losing your youth with it. You can never take that backpack back to school with you.Â
But then again, youâre never going back to school. Somehow, you know you lost your youth before you had a physical reminder. Your shoulders hang heavy even without the weight.
The drive is silent. You try to distract yourself by watching the stars.
When you were little, you promised your sister that you would be by her side forever. She was only 6 when she came home from school crying, telling you that her friends all went out alone without her and talked badly about her behind her back. It took everything in you to not go out of your way to hunt down those little heathens and give them a piece of your mind back then, but you remember it as if it was yesterday, telling your sister that âItâs okay, because you will always have me,â as her big eyes glistened with tears, âremember, Iâm your best friend forever, okay?â.
You donât really know if she remembers that day. It was ages ago and she made new friends just two weeks after this whole fiasco, forgetting all about it. It stuck in your brain like a sticker, though, the one that you try to peel off but the residue stays behind, tearing at all edges, getting beaten up and looking rather patheticâ just like your words resonating in your brain, bouncing off the walls of your mind.
You broke the only promise you ever meant.Â
âYou did well,â you hear a voice cut through the silence, the buzzing of the engine not really lullying you to sleep anymore, âyou did the best you could.â
Eyes darting to your companion on the driverâs side, you hear yourself let out a soft chuckle. Teeth catching the flesh in your mouth, biting on the inside of your cheek to battle with the tears begging to haze your eyes, you try to focus on his side profile, studying the slope of his nose and the hair falling into his eyes instead, burning this image into your memory. You do everything but think about the events of the night.Â
Still, you ask. âDo you think she hates me?â
âI donât think she could ever hate you, Y/N,â he says, voice tender and sincere, trying his hardest to fight the battle with you, to hold you up when youâre falling.
âI think that one day, she will grow up and she will understand. She will get why you did what you did,â he hums, eyes still sternly glued to the road ahead of him, âshe will understand that you did it for her.â
Swallowing hard, for you feel like thereâs a lump in your throat, you nod and look back outside of the window. This is something youâre going to need more time to get through, but this is a startâ this is something. You have someone that understands. You have someone who shares the burden.Â
âThanks,â you whisper.Â
The lampposts blur behind the glass with the speed youâre going at, your surroundings unfamiliar and strange to you. You donât really know where you are or where youâre heading toâ you let Changmin handle that side of the planning, since you don't really care where youâre gonna end upâ but the hills and forests cornering the right side of the landscape make you feel strangely at peace. You must be far, far away from Seoul right now. Maybe youâre heading north. You donât really mind. Maybe you donât really care.
âHow did you even get this car, by the way?â you ask, turning your head back to the boy in the driverâs seat.
âOh, this?â he snickers, shrugging. âI know a guy. We used to be friends when he lived at the foster home. He aged out of the system like three years ago, but he knows a guy who knows a guy, and he just so coincidentally had this old thing laying around, so I figured we could use it for some time,â he says, nodding to himself.Â
Shaking your head in disbelief, you wonder just how far connections can take you in the world. Itâs not quite as easy as if you were born to a rich businessman, per se, but youâll take the off-handed nepotism of the underground world, if it makes your life go smootherâ just for the time being, at least.Â
âDo you even have a license?â you ask.
âNo,â he shakes his head. âBut nobody has to know thatââ
âChangmin!â you exclaim, terror shaking with your body.
âYou really thought I was allowed to drive a car when you got into the vehicle, Y/N? Come on, Iâm a foster kid. Do you really think anyone paid for my license?â he laughs, eyes darting to your figure momentarily, forming moon crescents when he notices the look on your face. âMy friend taught me how to drive, though! He got adopted a few months ago, a super rich familyâ canât say Iâm not jealous, but thatâs a story for another timeââ he hums casually, as if itâs not a big deal, âand they bought him a car. Anyways, we stayed in contact and he let me try it at this empty parking lot, you know, where the abandoned factory is? Andââ
Watching him speak, arms flying around the air making him look like an animated characterâ going as far as comically noticing that the car is heading to the left by itself when the wheel is unoccupied, quickly taking ahold of it with both hands and trying to make it stay on the roadâ itâs like a weight is slowly being lifted off your shoulders. It all seems so ridiculous. Insane. Crazy.Â
A laugh battles out of your throat. Changminâs eyes meet with yours, a big smile spreading across his face. A dimple appears on his cheek, his essence contagious.Â
Suddenly, you can do anything in the world. Nobody can stop you. You fought with your future. You changed the trajectory of your life. You helped your mother. You protected your sister.
Whatâs a few years in hiding?Â
A foolish thought passes by your brain. You donât dwell on it much longer, but itâs a nice thing to reflect on when youâre alone in the hostel room late at night, hyper-aware of Changminâs presence on the other side of the bedâ because itâs more expensive to get a room with two beds and it doesnât matter anyway. You will push it back into the corners of your mind, ignoring it until this moment happens. But itâs thereâ creeping around, waiting for you to pay attention to itâ and it says that as long as you have Changmin, youâre sure you can get on with anything. You can get used to this.
âArenât you hungry? Thereâs some snacks in the compartment over there,â he says, pointing towards it. Magically, your stomach starts to churnâ he must have said it into existence. It stinks a lot of black magic, if you really think about it. You knew you shouldâve been more careful around him.
Still, your hand reaches for the compartment, opening it. Thereâs an opened pack of Layâs chips, a bottle of soda, a wrapped sandwich, and a small chocolate bar, wrapped in red packaging, smiling at you brightly from the darkness of the car. Itâs looking at you with big heart-eyes, your favorite flavor of them allâ peanut butter covered with tasty milk chocolate, a heaven on Earthâ and then reality hits you like a truck again, your eyes burning with the realization.
Fingers wrapping around the treat, you study the packaging for a whileâ as if you werenât familiar with it already, having the chocolate bar on days where you really felt like you deserved it, on days where you really felt like you earned it.Â
When you look up, you see Changmin altering his point of view between the road and your face, a bashful smile playing with his features. âBought it for you this time,â he notes, âas a new start.â
A sniffle. Your hands shake a little, your lungs betray you with the intake of oxygen.Â
âNo, youâre not gonna cry on me now,â he panics, shaking his head, âno, no, no. Open the chocolate and eat it, you moron, we donât have time to be sentimentalââ he grunts, although his intentions are too clear even without wordsâ the silent support still makes your weak heart squeeze on itself.Â
You laugh, unwrapping the chocolate and taking a bite. Somehow, you manage to let out:
âYou remembered.â
âOf course,â he hums, âhow could I forget, I mean, you had a whole hour-long dilemma about it back at the gas stationââ
âShut up, youâre ruining it,â you grunt, tearing a piece of the chocolate bar and holding it up in front of his lips, âIâll share it with you this one time just to make you shut up,â you say, shaking your head.
The boy takes a hold of your wrist to steady it, taking the sweetness into his mouth. He stays silent for a bit as he chews on it, but his fingers still stay wrapped around your skin as he moves your hand away from his face, resting it on your thigh. Warmth covers the back of your palm as he rests his own on it, his digits intertwining with yours. When he squeezes your fist in tender reassurance, you feel your heart skip a beat.
Orange hues appear behind your window as you drive off the highway. The land is still sprouse with buildings, but you enjoy watching the sun slowly waltz onto the sky, greeting you into the new day. Watching the side of his face as he focuses on parking in front of a lone diner in the middle of nowhere, you finally get in tune with the fact that Ji Changminâs everything you have right nowâ everyone you can lean on and fall back on.Â
Maybe itâs been that way for a while now, but it only downs on you when youâre essentially on the same level now, no illusions playing with your mindâ nobodyâs son and nobodyâs daughter.
âBreakfast!â he exclaims as he turns the engine off, seemingly impressed with his parking skills. When you get out of the car and he marches up to you, putting a cap onto your head and tugging it low to cover your face, âjust in caseâ, tugging you by your hand into the diner, you canât help but wonderâ if anyone unsuspecting saw you right now,Â
would you look like lovers, or partners in crime?
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Trickster!Sanemi x Fem!Tricked Princess!Reader
Content Warnings: MDNI, explicit sexual content, dubcon(?), unprotected sex, penetrative sex (f! receiving), oral sex (m! and f! receiving), fingering, handjob, Sanemi can clone himself, double penetration (therefore anal), HEAVY degradation, brat tamer!Sanemi x bratty!reader, Sanemi has an olfactophilia kink, masturbation (Sanemi), spanking as punishment, overstimulation as punishment, lots of dumbification, mentions of breeding/pregnancy, multiple creamp!es, Sanemi is mean in this, Sanemi points a knife to readerâs throat at some point (he doesnât draw blood), mentions of food, mentions of dead animals, reader is a spoiled, bratty princess, brief mentions of homewrecking (not acted upon), mentions of a future arranged marriage, Sanemi plays âtricksâ on reader, lmk if I missed anything!!
Word Count: ~15k
A/N: apologies for this taking literally forever for me to post, I went through a period of burnout and have been in classes these past two months. Also, apologies for this being so long, the plot got ahead of me and it ended up becoming my largest fic to date, but I do promise smut at the end (as you can probably tell by the content warnings lmao). Also please be nice Iâm sorry if this fic is actually awful lol :')
Divider Credit: @/cafekitsune
The sound of crystal heels against marbled stone were followed by head turns of maids and servants as you walked through the long corridor, bowing or curtseying as you passed, soft murmurs of your highness and my princess uttered in haste before returning to their duties.
Everything was as it should be: polished gold-framed paintings and chandeliers lit with gentle flames above, ornate silver door handles grasped by armored knights as entrances opened for you time and time again, strolling up rounded stairways and into the throne room â where your father, King Ubayashiki, and his wife, Lady Amane, sat.
The sun was orange through the glass panes that decorated the palace walls. Rainbows scattered across the palace floor, and fractals of light beamed at varying angles which made the golden thrones glimmer with radiance.
âMy dear child,â your father smiled gently upon you, âI am glad to see you in good health.â
He was flanked by a line of his advisors on his left side, most of them old and feeble, except for one: a quiet ravenette with eyes which beheld endless pools of deep blue â Tomioka, you believed his name was.Â
Tomioka was quite handsome, yet always expressed disinterest in the matters discussed at these sorts of meetings â today, he decided to forgo usual etiquette by holding his head up by one of his fists, eyes taking in the grandeur of the throne room rather than being focused on you â as the rest of the advisors were.
âFather,â you curtseyed â forcing your eyes to pry away from the young advisor, âI reciprocate your sentiment. I am glad to see you well.â
He chuckled, âYour words are much appreciated, but Iâm afraid they are not true. I have come down with sickness, and our lovely doctor hereââ he waved towards his left, referring to a rather beautiful woman with dark hair and violet eyes who sat further away from the line of advisors, ââLady Kocho, is doing her absolute best to treat me, but, it has made me realize a few things, namely how very brief our lives are on this earth, andââ
âFather, with all due respect, what have you summoned me for?â you asked, impatience seeping into your tone.
The king sighed, âI need you to be married, my dear child.â
âWhat?â you exclaimed, ânoâ I donât want to. You cannot and will not force me to do such a thing.â
Your father sighed, âthat is why, my dear, that we are going to be holding a masquerade ball on the next full moon â which, I believe, is five days from now. We have also decided that, due to time and the uncertainty of my sickness, you will be wed on the very next day.â
âWhat the hell is a ball going to do? Do you believe Iâll just suddenly meet the love of my life while dancing with a masked stranger?â
âThat is not the objective, my dear, I wish for you to get to know the princes from nearby nations, and I believe a masquerade ball is perfect to learn personalities without any bias. Whomever you get along with most, as well as whoever I believe will be most fit as a king, will be the one whom you marry.â
âWell, I wish you luck in making me attend, because I refuse to entertain this idea youâve thought up. You havenât even given me a reason as to why I should plan to be married.â
There was tension amongst the members of the advisory council, with even Tomioka paying closer attention to your rather loud grievances.
You could almost feel his azure eyes boring into your soul.
âMy dear child, even though I am your father, you must remember that I am also your King, and you will do well to remember that,â he said quietly.
âSo, what? Are you going to have me thrown into the dungeons if I donât comply?â You crossed your arms as you glared down at him. âYou canât possibly be seriousââ
âThat is not what I wish for, my child, but you must be responsible to your kingdom and do what I ask of you. One day, I will no longer be here, and you will need to step up and take the throne once that happens. This is the first step towards that end.â
âI donât care about being responsible to the kingdom! They must bow to me anyway, the reason for their subservience is none of my concern.â
If you werenât consumed by your fit of rage, you might have noticed that to your right, for a fraction of a second, the hue of the handsome ravenetteâs eyes turned from a deep blue to a stormy purple.
âMy child, you must learn that people do not bow blindly to the throne. They bow out of respect for a leader that makes decisions which keep them in mind.â
âThey should respect me regardless. Iâm their princess. That should be enough for them.â
You did not wait for your father to continue his lecture, as you stormed out of the throne room and marched back toward your chambers.
â
Upon entering your bedroom, a fireplace had already been lit â its crackling flames providing just enough heat for oneâs slumber during a mid-winter night.
You sat down on the edge of your rather large bed â a mattress as soft as clouds, and sheets of the finest silk which was woven with royalty in mind. You kicked off your heels, scattering them halfway across your cozy living space â not caring to put them away properly â the help was there for such chores, anyway.
Your lady-in-waiting â you believed her name was Kanroji â knocked upon the carefully carved wooden doors of your chambers, before entering upon your command. She gave you a soft smile and curtseyed before you.
âItâs a wonderful evening, my princess, I hope today treated you well,â she greeted, and you gave out a loud sigh before flopping onto the mattress, a pout visible on your face as Kanroji picked up your discarded heels from the floor and placed them in their proper spot.Â
âKanrojiââ you elongated the last vowel of her name, âtoday was awful. Can you believe my dad possessed the gall to summon me today? And for whatâ to discuss marriage?â you groaned, âIf I could, I wouldâve wiped that everlasting smile off of his face for making me go through all of this!â
âMy princess, that is no way to speak about your father, much less your king,â Kanroji lightly scolded you, causing you to roll your eyes. âIâm sure his reasons are sound. I understand if you find the idea rather, well, uprooting I should say, butââ
ââBut nothing!â you exclaimed, exasperation evident in your tone. âI donât want to be responsible for the people, especially if itâs at the expense of my own losses!â
âPrincess, with all due respect, they are your people,â Kanroji reminded you, âbeing a princess doesnât exempt you from responsibilities.â
Rolling your eyes once more, you grumbled out a âwhatever,â and sat up on your bed to face your lady-in-waiting.
âIâm sure that it was at least nice to speak with your father, no? Considering how busy he is and all?â Kanroji asked with a smile.
âNot really,â you groaned, âbut I did get to see that one cute advisor he has, so I guess it wasnât all bad.â
âAre you referring to Lord Tomioka, my princess?â
âWho else? The rest of them are old as shitâ you think Iâd fall for Urokodaki? Or â god forbid â Kuwajima?â
âA princess must not use such foul language, your highness,â Kanroji chided, âalthough I must say that I never expected you to fall for thoseâŠolder men.â
You sighed in annoyance, âtechnically, I can do whatever I want, Lady Kanroji.â
âUnfortunately, Lord Tomioka is already married to the royal doctor, Lady Kocho,â Kanroji ignored the tone of your voice, âperhaps it would be wise to listen to King Ubayashikiâs words and look for a potential suitor at the next royal ball?â
âI doubt he has that much love for her,â you muttered, âperhaps I could pull Lord Tomioka aside during the festivities andââ
âYour highness, with all due respect, you will do no such thing,â Kanroji admonished you.
âBut Iâm the princess, Lady Kanroji, surely heâd see that as an opportunity for upward mobility, no?â
Kanroji sighed, deciding not to push the topic further. She motioned for you to stand up so she could undress you. You turned your back to her as she started untying the strands of your outer bodice, before removing it and working on the following layers to place them into a soiled linen basket.
âMy princess will wash her face before heading to bed, we donât want any bad air to ruin your perfect skin,â Kanroji urged as she helped you into your night slip.
âYou donât need to treat me like Iâm five, Lady Kanroji. I know how to take care of myself.â
Kanroji schooled her expression from that of a tight-lipped smile to one with gentle radiance.
âOf course, your highness.â
You headed to your bathroom, but, rather than washing your face by yourself, you merely sat down on a cushioned chair beside the door. Kanroji followed, obtaining a washcloth made of the softest cotton and dipping it in water which she had warmed prior to your arrival. She dabbed at your face, removing any excess dirt or sweat which built up throughout the day, before lathering some soap into the cloth and gently applying it to your face, before rinsing it away with more water.
After she patted your face dry with another towel, she handed you your toothbrush and paste, and, after you had finished, provided you with water and a spit cup so you could rinse out your mouth.Â
âMy princess seems to be all ready for bed now, letâs get you cozied up for the night.â
She led you back to your bedroom, and you buried yourself in warm blankets, choosing not to respond as she blew out one final candle and bid you a good night.
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The following day, upon your wake, the birds outside of your window were surprisingly quiet. Youâd quite often awake to the chirps of songbirds and hoots of mourning doves, which would rise you out of your restful sleep.Â
You stood up from your bed, and walked over to your wardrobe, excited to see if the maids had fully cycled your favorite dress through the laundry â one which had been inspired by your own confidence, merely amplifying everything desirable about your figure. It exemplified your wealth, your status; it brought you up into the clouds of materialism as others looked up at you in pure awe.
However, upon opening your wardrobe, you were shocked to find yourself looking at the wooden backing of the closet rather than your endless amounts of clothing that usually hung from the racks â something that you had not laid eyes upon ever since you first received the piece of furniture.
âKanroji!â you yelled for your assistant, who, despite being summoned, still had the courtesy to knock upon your door before entering.
âIs something wrong, my princess?â she asked delicately as always, yet her honeyed lips did nothing to calm you down.
âYou did this, didnât you?â you accused her as you waved your hands haphazardly towards the empty wardrobe, âwhy do I not have any clothing to wear?â
Kanroji looked at you in pure confusion, before walking over and gazing upon what you were talking about. She sighed, âI didnât do this, your highness, perhaps one of the maids went to wash all of your clothing and forgot to return it?â
âWhy would they think to wash clothing which hasnât been worn!?â you argued, âwhat should I do, then, if I donât have anything to wear?â
Kanroji pondered for a moment, before seemingly coming to a solution.
âWell, my princess, if you would be so kind to take into consideration this idea I have, I may have a solutionââ
âJust spit it out!â
Kanroji sighed, trying not to be taken aback by your rude behavior, âI believe we have extra clothing which is usually reserved for the royal staff. I could go fetch one for you ifââ
âSo I am to wear a servantâs clothes? To dress myself as a peasant?â
âNo, my princess, the royal staff uniforms are hardly clothing meant for a commoner, they are still made of fine quality fabric and are sewn by the best seamstresses in the kingdom.â
You rolled your eyes, âfine, but only because thereâs no other choice. Bring me the peasantsâ clothing.â
Kanroji turned on her heel and left your room to fetch the uniform, leaving you to walk around your room in silence. After pacing around for a few minutes, you went up to your window, where a songbird had made its nest and laid its eggs.
You had asked time and time again for the staff to remove the nest, as it was partially obstructing the view of your garden, yet they hadnât gotten around to it, it seemed.
However, today, the nest was completely empty â not a bird nor egg in sight.
âPrincess, Iâve gathered a uniform set in your size,â Kanroji said behind you, prompting you to turn your head.
âGive it here.â
She handed you the folded clothing, and you held it out in front of you, inspecting it with expressive disgust.
âHow am I supposed to put this on? Itâs too frilly and complicated.â
âAllow me, your highness,â Kanroji muttered, before taking the uniform and having you step into it, buttoning it up and smoothing out the skirt.
âYou look beautiful as always, my princess,â she smiled at you.
âIâd hardly say that,â you grumbled, âtake me to my gardens, wonât you? I need some fresh air after this wholeââ you waved your hands trying to find the right word, ââmess.â
Kanroji nodded, âof course, your highness.â
She led you through the winding corridors of the castle, and, as much as you preferred being the one leading, today you were almost hiding yourself behind your assistant â not wishing for anyone to look down upon you for the clothing you wore.
Yet, after a while, you realized that no one spared a second glance toward you. Not a single maid, nor servant, bothered to bow or greet you as you walked by. Easily offended by their lack of etiquette, you caught up with your lady-in-waiting, Kanroji, and whispered harshly into her ear.
âWhy are they not greeting me? Usually they bow upon seeing or hearing me walk by. I have never seen such insubordination in my entire lifeââ
âMy princess, it may be due to your clothing. You are wearing quite an unusual outfit for a royal today, and they are quite busy with setting up the decorations and such for the ball. I plead with you to be patient with them, your highness.â
You huffed, but remained silent after hearing her reasoning, your shoulders hunched in annoyance as Kanroji led you outside.
Your garden was one of the more peaceful areas of the palace. It was strategically placed so that you could view it from your bedroom window, a hectare of greenery reserved just for yourself. It caught the rays of sun through the early morning to late evening, with a rather beautiful fountain built in the very center of it made of marble, sculpted with three tiers that had water flow down into a rounded reservoir. The reservoir itself had sculptures sitting on the edges of the fountain â with one of the notable figures being that of Icarus.
Along the border of the garden, white and purple hydrangeas bloomed in the late morning sun, which gave way to various other floral species. It was all proper and organized, each plant having a designated area for it to flourish in. Walking further into the garden, you held out your hand to trace your fingers along the petals of buttercups, a flower which had always been one of your favorites â its delicate appearance attracting you to it.Â
You approached a small gazebo that found its place on the edge of the garden, a shaded area for you to use should you grow tired. Taking a seat, you exhaled slowly, recollecting yourself from the earlier mishap that was out of your control, almost entering a sort of meditative state. Your thoughts, however, wandered, and eventually led you to your fathers words of having you become married.
âLady Kanroji?â you asked, and she smiled kindly at you â just as she always did. It was a rather comforting sight, to have someone so close that didnât seem bothered by anything in the entire world.
âYes, my princess?â
âDo you ever feel likeâŠyour life is out of your hands? Like youâre starting to lose control?â you asked, voice slightly uneasy as you turned your head away from her, deciding to rather admire flowers which neighbored the bench you sat on.
A bumblebee flew past you, its fat little body buzzing between flowers, working hard to pollinate each one.
âWell, yes, everyone doesâ but, what is making you feel this way, your highness?â
âI mean, look at this bee hereâ it probably thinks about nothing but how it needs to pollinate flowers and collect nectar for its hive â wherever that may be, right?â
âOf course, princess,â
The bee landed on a lone calendula, burying itself in pollen, before taking a quick moment to rest before flying off to another part of the garden.
âI wish my life was more like this bee. I wouldnât have to worry about anything except the task in front of me.â
âPrincess, is this about the clothes in your wardrobe being missing this morning?â Kanroji inquired.
You shook your head, âno, Iâve accepted that as a small mishap. Iâm more worried about how my freedom might be taken away from me, with being married soon and all, especially to someone that Iââ
ââthat you know nothing about?â Kanroji finished for you.
You nodded, before eyeing a blooming foxglove plant, approaching it and plucking a single flower from its stem, twirling it in your hand as you admired its range of colors.Â
âI just wish that, at least, my last few days of freedom before this ball will be alright.â
Kanroji tentatively, ever so diligently following your every step, took your hand in hers, âI am wishing only the best for you, my princess. I promise that your husband will be as kind and as loving as can be.â
You smiled at her, still holding the foxglove in your hands, âthank you, Lady Kanroji.â
ââand if heâs not, then I promise to make his life a living hell,â she grinned, causing a hearty laugh to emerge from your chest.
âThat hopefully wonât be necessary, but I thank you nonetheless.â
You looked down towards the ground, noticing that an invasive species of yellow tansy has taken root in the soil all throughout the garden.
Groaning, you looked up towards Kanroji once more, âdo we not have a gardener to get rid of these weeds?â you asked exasperatedly, and she chuckled.
âYour highness, with all due respect, didnât you fire them last week because they pruned your rose bush in a way that wasnât to your liking?â
Sighing, you responded, âyouâre right, weâll need a new one soon, perhaps one of the servants would care for a promotion?â
âWeâll see about that, my princess. As for now, though, how about we get you washed up from being outside, and then after Iâm sure we can have the royal chef make you one of your favorite meals for dinner later? As a little treat for all the anguish from today, perhaps?â
You smiled, âthat sounds wonderful.â
â
You sat in the great hall of the castle, sampling hors d'oeuvres and sipping on champagne, chatting idly with your assistant at your own private table, watching waiters and waitresses move about through all the different tables, serving appetizers and samples of foods to both guests and royals alike.
Music played in the background from an entourage of pianists and violinists, who were playing some piece from Beethoven that you couldnât recall the name of.
Feeling refreshed, you called over the waiter for yet another glass of champagne, motioning him to fill up Kanrojiâs glass as well.
âOh, no, I couldnât possiblyââ Kanroji protested, to which you waved your hand in front of her.
âCâmon,â you grinned, âyou work so hard. Just one glass? Please?â
She huffed in feigned annoyance, but relented as she let the waiter fill up her glass with the bubbly drink.Â
âYou seem much happier now that the maids found one of your spare dresses in the dried laundry, donât you?â Kanroji grinned.
You nodded, âI feel more beautiful this way. I really disliked that maid uniform. I felt soâŠinferior.â
âClothing does not make a princess, you know,â she reminded you simply as you took another bite of food, and Kanroji grimaced as you opened your filled mouth to talk.
âI know. âM a princess regardless oâ whaâ âm wearinâ,â you mumbled before swallowing, âyou donât need to remind me.â
Kanroji sighed as you so easily missed the point she was trying to make, watching as you waved for the waiter to come by, ready to order your meal.Â
âWhat should I have prepared for you this flashy evening, your highness?â he asked.
The man before you was tall and muscular, with white hair that fell down his shoulders and crimson eyes that reminded you of rubies. He took out a notepad to write down your orders when you realized his left hand proudly displayed three golden bands which were embedded with diamonds, each one on a separate finger.Â
You could hardly believe he was just a mere waiter for the castle.
With his looks, you believed he could be doing much better.
âWould it be so bad if I said âyouâ?â you smiled lazily at him, causing him to chuckle at your statement.
âUnfortunately, my princess, I am a happily married man,â he said, pointing to the three rings, âalthough I wouldnât be opposed to adding a fourth wife to the family.â
Your nose crinkled in disgust â not because he had multiple wives, no â but because you disliked the idea of having to share him with others.
What belonged to the princess should belong to her alone.
âIâll pass,â you forced out, âI would, however, like to request the foie gras for my meal tonight, if you could you put that in for me â and, perhaps, a side of toasted baguette with caviar spread will do.âÂ
âAh, my princess, as much as we are happy to make anything you desire, I must regretfully inform you that we do not have any foie gras for tonight.â
Your blood pressure started to rise. Putting on a fake smile, which was more akin to that of a grimace, you asked, âand what may be the reason for the kitchen being unprepared to take my order?â
âYour highness, I promise that it is not the kitchenâs fault. A strange occurrence, and a most un-flashy one, really â our local farmers have reported that every single one of their animals have escaped, and whatâs more- they canât be found anywhere within the borders of the kingdom.â
You thought back to the morning, when you made note of the usual songbirds outside of your window being absent.
âDo you not have any duck meat preserved?â you asked.
âNo, your highness. We hunt the very same day that we prepare the meals so that theyâre fresh. Which is whyââ
âWhich is why youâre supposedly unable to adhere to my request. I heard you the first time. No need to repeat yourself,â you huffed. âIf you donât have any meat, then what do you have?â
Just as the waiter was about to open his mouth, you held up your hand to stop him, âNever mind. Just get me a salad. Now leave us,â you glared at him, disdain heavy in your tone.
âOf course, princess.â
You rolled your eyes as he sauntered away, and Kanroji stared at you with a slight frown on her face.
âWhat is it?â you asked, taking her hand and holding it.
Kanroji tensed, but allowed her hand to stay rested on yours.
âItâs nothing, I promise,â she started, âI hope that you can be more patient with them, though, they are doing their best to serve you.â
You sighed, âwhatever.â
You looked down at her hand, at which point a frown crossed your face.
âLady Kanroji, since when did you have such an awful scar?â
Looking back up at her, she seemed slightly alarmed, taking her hand away from yours.
âWhat are you talking about, princess?â She looked down at her own hand, inspecting it as though she didnât realize she had such a blemish.
âThat scarâ I donât know why I only just noticed it, butââ you paused as she showed you her hand once more.
Her hand was flawless.
âYou may have had too much to drink, princess, should I escort you back to your room?â
You looked at your assistant in utter confusion, âbutââ
âI highly doubt it was anything more than a trick of the light,â she smiled reassuringly. âLetâs get you to your chambers now, alright princess?â
â
You awoke to the pounding of fists against your door, jolting up from your bed.
âPrincess! Please open the door!â one of the royal guards shouted from outside your chambers.
Groggily, you walked up and opened it, to find the guard in what seemed to be a slightly confused panic.
âWhatâs going on?â
âYouâll have to come down to the royal gardens with me, princess, thereâs something that wasâŠerâ left for you.â
In a huff, you followed his instructions, the guard following closely behind you, winding through corridors and staircases until you reached the outside, where a small crowd consisting mostly of royal staff could be seen huddling around something, exchanging whispers and gasps that were unintelligible.
âWhat in the hell did you raise me out of my bed for that needed my immediate attention?â you yelled back at the guard, who was only a few paces behind you, âforcing me to go outside while looking this indecent better have a good explanation.â
You pushed your way through the crowd, only to stop short as you gazed at what was before you: a dead cow, one that seemed to be entirely gutted, with its entrails scattered about around its body.Â
The same guard walked up to you, tapping you on the shoulder before handing you a scroll, âthis was laid beside the mauled animal,â he explained.
You unraveled it, only to read something that made you feel rather faint.
Hereâs that meat you missed so dearly last night, princess.
You could almost laugh, if it werenât for how absolutely no one couldâve heard about this conversation besides Lady Kanroji and the waiter himself.
Perhaps he notified the chef and one of the kitchen staff got upset? But that wouldnât explain how they got the cow in the first place if all the animals are allâ
âPrincess?â
You looked up at the guard, whoâs purple eyes seemed to be glimmering in the light of the morning sun.
âWhat is it?â
The guard frowned â at what, you couldnât possibly tell â before he shook his head and walked back toward the castle.
Just as you were about to question him, Lady Kanroji came running out from the palace doors and stopped before you.
âOh, my princess! Iâm so glad youâre alright!â she wailed, seemingly disturbed by the events of this morning.
âIâm fine, but Iâll need each and every one of the kitchen staff that was working last night to be interrogated.âÂ
Kanroji seemed confused, but nodded, deciding not to question your reasoning.
âIn the meantime, your highness, would you like to visit your garden again? I know that it tends to calm you down quite a bit and right now you seem quiteâŠfrazzled.â
â
âLady Kanroji, how quickly do flowers usually grow?â
âYour highness, at this point, I have no idea.â
She looked just as confused as you were â gazing upon your garden, which looked entirely different from what it looked like yesterday. Rather than hydrangeas and the occasional foxglove bush blooming, the entire garden had been infested with snapdragons.
âI was here just yesterday, was I not?â you asked rhetorically, and Kanroji nodded in affirmation.
âYes, you were, my princess.â
You sighed, âI donât understand â all I wanted was a few peaceful days before I am forced into an arranged marriage. Am I not allowed something as simple as that?â
âMany are not afforded things that may seem simple to others, my princess, perhaps this is how the universe so ordained these few days to unfold.â
âThat doesnât make me feel better about my circumstances, though.â
âPerhaps not, but we can always do our best to make the most of what we are dealt, even if the hand we are given is not the best.â
You listened to her as you looked around the garden, seeing how endless the lines of snapdragon flowers seemed to be, and, in a moment of firm resolve, you lifted up the bottom of your slip before setting your feet bare into the soil.
âWhat are you doing, your highness? You will dirty your clothing if youââ
âIâm making the most of the hand Iâve been dealt, Lady Kanroji,â you explained, before beginning to weed out the unwanted snapdragon flowers from their roots.
Kanroji smiled, before following suit and helping you in your task, ridding the garden of unwanted plants to restore it to its former glory.
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It felt like hours since you first arrived to your garden, your night slip entirely dirtied, and your hands caked with soil. The sun beat down on both of you, causing sweat to drip down your face as you smeared it away with your dirtied hands.
A crow flew down and landed in the garden next to you, poking its beak at the bundle of snapdragons that youâd picked out of the soil, you waved at it in order to shoo it away â but to no avail.
âI thought that there were no fauna left in the kingdom,â you mused, and Kanroji giggled softly.
âApparently this little one didnât quite catch the memo,â she smiled, causing you to chuckle.
However, another crow flew down a few minutes later, and then another â until there was nearly a flock of crows that surrounded each of you.Â
âLady Kanrojiâ?â you asked, concern lacing your tone as you looked around, with what seemed to be every single crow staring directly at you, as though you were nothing but prey to them.
It started off with one crow â which flew toward you and started picking at your night slip with its beak. You tried shooing it off, but doing so only invited another crow, and another, and another to do the same.
âStop! Whatâ stop!â you screamed as the crows continued tearing at your slip, leaving holes and cuts all throughout the thin cloth. You knelt to the ground, curling yourself into a tight ball as the crows hovered closely above you.
Until finally, the torment ceased.
Standing up, you looked around to see them flying away, before looking back at your assistant who seemed absolutely horrified by what just occurred.Â
âYour highnessââ
âDonât. Say. A word,â you seethed, tears starting to brim your eyes before you rushed back to your chambers, Kanroji following closely behind you.
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Sanemiâs POV
A yell of frustration could be heard from your chambers, causing a silent snicker to pass through his lips.Â
He couldnât help that he loved messing with you: you were the perfect prey for someone like him. Someone in a place of authority who needed to be knocked down a few pegs; a bratty princess who wanted everything to go her way â regardless of if it hurt those around her or not.Â
Not only that, but the noises you made were music to his ears â how youâd groan and grumble and scream â all because of him.Â
He was the one who was causing you all this grief.
And he loved it.
Unfortunately, it seemed that missing clothes and cooking ingredients were just not enough to make you absolutely lose your sense of control.Â
âKanroji!â you yelled from your chambers, causing his ears to perk up. You always had your poor assistant help you out, he realized, it was only ever a matter of time before her name could be heard from your lips.Â
It pissed him off, really, that assistant of yours â she would always be there to step in and help you, no matter how terrible your behavior was.Â
However, it seemed today that your assistant was nowhere to be found, and so he had the privilege of reveling in your annoyed grumbles for that much longer.
After what seemed to be about half of an hour, your chamber doors finally opened.
He decided that your expression mustâve been priceless, so he took the shape of a female guard and walked down towards your chamber doors.
However, he couldnât stop his mouth from falling agape upon seeing you.
Your dress â which he intentionally shrunk down a size, caused your tits to spill out from the top of it. Not only that, but your skirt only went down to your mid-thigh, and he could only imagine what a sight it would be if you bent over to pick something up.Â
He was frozen â he hated you, hated authority. He despised how you thought that you were simply better than everyone else â that it was somehow your birthright to be above everyone else.
So, why was he awestruck by the sudden beauty that was before him?
You turned your head to him â or, the female guard that he was disguised as â and gave him a nasty glare.
âThe hell are you looking at?â you asked.
If there were a higher power, Sanemi wouldâve thanked them a hundred times over for the fact that his shapeshifting ability could hide the hardening bulge in his pants.
After a moment, he managed to find his voice â and thankfully he remembered to make it fit the character he was playing as.
âApologies, princess, did you need help with anything?â
You rolled your eyes and scoffed before marching away from him, and he couldnât help but smirk as your figure turned down another long corridor.
Out of all the people heâs fucked with, you were definitely his favorite.
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âShit, princess, got me so fuckinâ worked up over nothing, didnât ya?â Sanemi muttered under his breath as he fisted his stiff cock, not even bothering to start slowly as he fucked his hand with each unrelenting stroke.
The precum seeped out from his tip, allowing his hand to glide even faster along his thick length; he was harsh with it, the muscles in his forearm nearly burning at the pace of his movements.Â
Sanemi snuck into your room after you left â having now memorized your daily schedule, he didnât need to worry about you catching him in the act. It would be at least an hour before you returned to your chambers, giving him plenty of time to cum before then.
He laid upon your bed â the mattress softer than anything he ever had the luxury of experiencing before â as he stroked himself to the thought of ruining you.
He wondered if the plush of your skin would be even softer.
Gods, how he would love to trace his roughened hands along your delicate body, squeezing your tits, groping your ass.
You could stand to have a bit of punishment too, he thought before envisioning how heâd have you on your hands and knees, smacking your ass until it was red and sore.
Or maybe humiliation would be better?
He groaned as he thrust up into his hand as he thought of all the ways he could ruin your status, humiliating you in front of hundreds â no, thousands â of your subjects.
Maybe he could take it a step further than he usually would this time â oh, how heâd love to ruin you until you were nothing more than a needy slut for his cock.
âFuckââ he grunted, before turning his head to the side, where he eyed a pair of your discarded panties in the corner of your room.
âFuckinâ brat never learns to clean up after herself,â he muttered, climbing out of your bed to go pick them up.
Lucky me, he thought, bringing your panties up to his nose and inhaling deeply, his knees nearly buckling.
Somehow, the head of his cock turned an even angrier shade of red after breathing in your scent, with his length getting so stiff that it almost hurt.
âFuckâ princess,â he groaned, âsmell so fuckinâ good,â he added, walking back to your bed before inhaling more of your musk, hips bucking involuntarily into his hand â his cock getting impossibly harder as he fucked himself to the thought of you.Â
âGonna make me fuckinâ cum like this, you fuckinâ brat.âÂ
His abdomen tensed as his seed shot out from his reddened tip, spilling it all over his hand and lower stomach. He hissed as he continued to stroke himself through his orgasm before pulling his hand back and letting it fall against the mattress, panting heavily.
âAre you sure you donât have any spare clothes that fit, my princess?â
Sanemiâs eyes shot open, hearing your assistantâs voice from outside the door.
âYes, I checked every single one and theyâre all too tight! Iâve had difficulty breathing all morning because of this stupid outfit!â
You shouldnât be back yet, he thought, but then again he did disrupt your morning for the third time this week â perhaps he shouldnât be surprised.
He shot up from your bed, quickly stripping it as well as gathering any dirty clothing you had lying around before transforming himself into a maid.
The door opened, and Sanemi had to hold back a grin when he saw how frustrated you were, his cock starting to harden once more upon seeing your face contorted into a pout.
âWhy are you here?â you asked him, before your assistant put a gentle hand on your shoulder.
âLeave her be, my princess, sheâs just doing her job.â
Sanemi nodded to her and took the linen that he had gathered out of your chambers, leaving you and your assistant alone for the time being.
By the time he was out of sight, he snapped his fingers â causing the linen to disappear completely.
Itâs not like youâd care about missing some bedsheets for a while, right?
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Y/Nâs POV
You awoke the next day to the smell of smoke.
You werenât able to sleep much anyway â namely due to being limited to a simple blanket as you laid on your bare mattress â all because the maid who took your sheets didnât bother to communicate with anyone else that your bed would need to be made before you retired for the night.
After dipping in and out of sleep, tossing and turning in your freezing room, the sun had finally started to rise, and, although you usually never awoke before it was at least halfway up in the sky, today your sense of grogginess was replaced by complete alarm.
Was the castle burning?
You ran to the doors of your chamber, your already too-tight night slip nearly causing you to trip as you reached for its handle.
Cold.
You slowly opened the door, and the absence of flames relieved you.
Only thinking of yourself, you carefully made your way down staircases and through corridors â the smoke only becoming more intense the further down you went.
Perhaps a kitchen fire?
Yet, as you found your way to the castle entrance, you started to realize that the smoke had been coming from outside rather than in the castle.
Careful to not show your face through any windows â in order to protect yourself from being targeted by any potential enemies or rioters outside â you listened for voices and yelling to determine if the castle was under siege.
But, other than the distant crackling of flames, the night was silent.
Exhaling your fear, you gained enough courage to peek through one of the windows. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, you thought to go outside so you could locate the source of the smoke.
The castle door creaked open, and a plume of smoke entered through the doorway, resulting in a series of coughs which erupted from your throat. The grass you were on was dry as you walked further, the blades poking at the soles of your feet with each step.
You saw the orange glow of the flames in the distance, and, by the time you got close enough to see what was burning, your blood ran cold.
Your garden.
The entire area had been engulfed in flames â the plants reduced to cinders and ash.Â
Tears ran down your cheeks as you watched the only place you felt true peace burn to the ground, the fire growing in size until reaching a crescendo of roaring crackles as it burned every remaining piece of your soul, unrelenting until the fire decided to quell itself, returning the borrowed flames to the sun as it rose above the horizon.
Until what remained was nothing but char and dirt.
You sat there for what felt like hours, sitting silently as your eyes reddened â from the smoke or from crying, one wouldnât be able to tell.
âYour highnessâŠâ you heard a soft voice behind you, yet you couldnât bring yourself to turn around.
The gentle, reassuring hand of your lady-in-waiting laid upon your shoulder once more â just as it had many times this past week. It was her way of consoling you, no matter how horrible things were.
âIâm so sorry,â was all she could offer, squeezing your shoulder as you gazed upon your garden â or what was left of it â in silence.
âThank you, Mitsuri â but this isnât your fault.â
Your friend sat down beside you, rubbing your back as you two watched the remaining embers flicker in and out of existence.
Until there was nothing else left for you to have.
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Sanemiâs POV
Sanemi was smug â surely a fire would get your attention, would it not?
It was his last resort, but you had just been so awfully bratty and hostile to those around you.
He couldnât just stand by the sidelines and let that happen, right?
The afternoon was eerily quiet, he hadnât heard you yell for your assistant once today. Once you got back from your silly little playground, you locked yourself up in your room, not opening up for anyone.
So, that evening, he took on the form of that one maid again, and stole a skeleton key from one of the royal staff.
âPrincess? May I come in?â He knocked on your door, and, after hearing no response, decided to unlock it, knocking once more as he entered.
You were sitting on your bed, staring into nothing, your hands lay silent in your lap.
âPrincess?â
âWhat do you want?â you nearly whispered, as though the room around you might shatter into pieces should you speak any louder.
âErââ Sanemi quickly skimmed through your daily schedule â something he had memorized every detail of â in order to come up with some excuse for interrupting your time alone.
However, he did not have time to answer, as you stood up and held your arms out from your sides â your expression flat and emotionless as your eyes remained fixed on the ground before you.
âApologies, that was a stupid question,â you continued, your tone almost dejected before looking up at the maid before you, âItâs time for my bath, isnât that right?âÂ
âYesâ yes, princess, of course,â Sanemi stuttered.
You simply stared, before speaking up, âwell? Are you going to undress me or not?â
Sanemiâs ears flushed a bright red, but did indeed walk behind you â not wishing to reveal himself as an imposter by acting strange â and started to lift up your night slip, the very one you hadnât changed out of since last night.
You smelled of burning ash, which wasnât much of a surprise to him â but he didnât expect you to withstand the smoke for so long, just to stare at the flames that he created.
He removed your night slip, using all of his willpower to not stare down at you while you were indecent.
âTake me to my bath, please,â you requested silently, and, to much of his surprise, he obeyed without a second thought.
He took your hand, leading you to your bathroom, where he simultaneously filled up your tub with warm water with the slight wave of his hand â as though it had been prepared for you all along, as though he knew this would be what he was getting into as he entered your room â your home.
You sat down in the clear water, ash ebbing off of you in ripples as water gently sloshed around you. He reached for a nearby cloth, and lathered it in soap, before rubbing it up and down your back, bubbles forming with each swipe of the cloth.Â
You remained oddly silent, letting him wash you as he pleased â of course, you didnât know it was him.Â
He doubted youâd let him be within ten feet of you if he wasnât acting as someone else.
Yet, when he went to clean your shoulders, he placed his false, dainty hand upon your shoulder, and you sniffled.
You were crying.
âPrincess?â he asked cautiously.
You brought your hands up to your face, hiding yourself from the maid that washed you.
âWhat is happening to me?â you sobbed silently, breaths shaky as you inhaled, âMy last few days have been horrible, and today was justâ my garden is gone.â
Normally, Sanemi would feel a spark of pride upon hearing that he got under his victimâs skin, but now, he felt nothing but pure guilt.
Had he gone too far?
âPerhaps Iâve been cursed,â you whispered, âall I wanted was to live my last few days before I'm married in peace. Iâm to be wed to someone that I donât know the first thing about, to be silent and obedient, adhering to my husbandâs every wish.â
He remained silent, unsure of what to say â he had been the cause of your suffering, at least in the short-term. This marriage of yours seemed unavoidable, something youâd have to endure for god knows how long.
He turned your face by your chin, gently pressing the washcloth to your cheeks, wiping away soot and tears with a few simple strokes.Â
âI donât even know what I did wrong, it all feels soâ so unjust,â you confessed.
Had Sanemi not had centuries upon centuries to learn keeping up facades, he would have given himself away right then and there. In a mere second, you managed to replace the guilt that festered within his heart with pure rage.
How blind were you?
He said nothing as he finished washing you up, being careful to not scrub harshly at your skin despite his anger and hatred, and then toweled you up by the time he had finished.Â
âGood night, princess,â he uttered before leaving you to dry yourself, resolving to not take a single glance back as you looked at him â or, looked at the maid â in pure confusion and hurt.
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Y/Nâs POV
âMy princess,â Mitsuri whispered as she woke you up, âyou slept for so long â itâs about time to get ready for the ball tonight.â
Your eyes shot open, anxiety spiking in your chest, âalready?â
Mitsuri nodded, eyes softening in concern for you.
Fuck.
Mitsuri brought in a champagne colored dress which had been specially designed for you â taking all of your measurements into consideration, as well as a white mask with gold lining, and white feathers which were reminiscent of a swan.Â
Mitsuri helped lace up the dress, which, unlike the rest of your outfits, thankfully fit quite well. She then placed the mask on your face, before taking your hand and gently leading you down to the great hall â where the festivities would soon begin.
Upon opening the doors, it became difficult to breathe, with people clustered together, voices clashing together as conversations carried through the hall. There was some dancing, yet those who were taking their chances on the ballroom floor seemed rather clumsy and uncoordinated in their steps, while those who were on the sidelines speaking with relatives and strangers alike sampled foods from trays that disappeared and reappeared along with the waiters that weaved haphazardly through the hall.Â
You walked toward the front of the room, picking up your dress so as to not trip on the ornate staircase which led up to where your father â and King â waited for you.
âYou look quite beautiful, my child, I hope you will be able to enjoy tonightâs celebrations,â he beamed, and you nodded in response.
âAre there any plans you have for me, father?â
âI do have a few princes Iâd like for you to meet â namely those from the Agatsuma, Iguro, and Rengoku bloodlines. They all show promise â perhaps some more than others â of being benevolent rulers.â
As though prompted, a blonde man walked up the stairs toward you and your father, his hand shaky as he extended it toward you. Otherwise, there were no particular qualities of his that stood out to you. You looked at him expectantly, awaiting some sort of introduction.
âY-your highness! Mayâ may I please have your first dance of the night?â the man before you sputtered, and it took everything within you to properly school your expression so that your father wouldnât scold you for poor behavior.
âMay I know who I have the pleasure of dancing with?â you managed to ask the blonde, who seemed as though he would keel over and faint at just about any moment.
âOhâ Iâm Zenitsu Agastuma, sorryââ he introduced himself, bowing before you.
Reluctantly, you curtseyed back, before placing your hand in his, grimacing at the clamminess of his skin.Â
He placed his other hand on top of yours, âThank you! I promise you wonât regret this!â
He took you down to the floor, muttering brief apologies to every person you two passed by. By the time you two the center of the great hall, he took one of your hands and placed it on his left shoulder blade, before taking his right hand in your left.
âAre you expecting me to lead?â you asked, and his face went bright red.
âIf thatâs alright with you, my lovely princess, andâ if we could just do a simple box step, perhaps? Iâ Iâm not too good with dancing,â he said sheepishly.
You sighed, deciding to take the lead in a box step, with him following each of your movements, until he tripped over your shoes.
âSorry! Sorry!â he exclaimed, obviously nervous, his movements short and jittery with each subsequent step.
You sighed, but then he tripped over your feet again, and again, muttering out apology after apology each time.
By the time the song had finished, youâd had enough of him and walked him off of the dance floor.
âWaitâ please! Give me another chance! Iâ I promise Iâd be a good husband, please!â he babbled, tears flowing down past his mask and down his cheeks. You forced him off of you, shaking your hand so heâd let go.
You went to sit down next to your father, who seemed to be chuckling in amusement.
âAre you laughing at me, father?â you asked, your tone tense after what humiliation the blonde had caused you in front of your subjects.
âNo, noâ I promise Iâm not,â he smiled, before summoning the next prince that heâd mentioned â a rather short man with black hair. Through his mask, you could see that his eyes were quite beautiful â being two separate colors.
Yet, his eyes were elsewhere, staring longingly at your friend, Mitsuri, rather than you.
âErmâ hello, may I ask for your name?â you asked the man.
âHmm? Iâm not interested,â he said curtly, âI decline the opportunity to dance with you, princess.â
Your mouth hung open, absolutely offended by the man before you.
âAre you absolutely sure, Prince Iguro?â your father questioned, and the prince nodded in affirmation.
âYes, please honor my choice, your highness.â
Your father sighed, dismissing him and the prince quickly found his way to Mitsuri, who started blushing up a storm as soon as he started speaking with her.
At least one of us will have a chance at finding love tonight, you thought.
The last prince whom your father mentioned was summoned next, a young man who seemed rather jovial and filled with vigor, with hair that resembled that of flames themselves and eyes that were reminiscent of crackling embers.
âYour highness, would you be so kind and allow me to dance with you?â he smiled, a grin that was infectious as it caused you to return your own.
âOf course,â you happily responded.
He took your hand, kissing your knuckles before leading you back to the center of the ballroom, placing a hand on your left shoulder and leading you into the dance.
âI hope that this evening has fared well for you so far, my dear princess,â he said, twirling you around.
It was comforting â he was comforting. He provided you with air where you felt you could not breathe.
âIt is going much better now that I am here with you, dear prince,â you smiled, âmay I ask for your name?â
âKyojuro Rengoku,â he answered, before leaning you into a dip and bringing you back upright, guiding you into another step, and another.
He was incredibly smooth with his movements â all until a waiter accidentally bumped into him, spilling wine down the back of his suit.
âMy prince! Iâm so, so sorryââ the waiter apologized, trying to clean up his suit with a spare cloth.
Kyojuro simply laughed it off, âitâs quite alright, dear waiter,â before turning to you, whispering âIâll go get changed, and then Iâll be back for you, alright, my dear princess?â
You felt a warmth creep up your cheeks before nodding, seeing him give you a quick wink before he was off.
Your observing of the kind prince was interrupted by a gentle touch to your shoulder. Thinking it was Mitsuri, you turned around with a smile on your face, which quickly faded into one of confusion upon seeing the person in front of you.
âHello, princess, may I have your next dance?â
The man before you was about as tall as Kyojuro, with white hair that seemed untamable. A man who displayed scars in every place of exposed skin, his raven mask unable to fully conceal the ones on his face.
Perhaps he was a royal knight of some sort?
âAnd who are you, may I ask?â you inquired, and a small smirk stretched along his lips.
âSanemi, dear princess, my name is Sanemi.â
He extended his hand, which you observed had a similar scar to the one you thought Mitsuri had just a few nights ago.
Hesitantly, you placed your hand in his â immediately noting the warmth and roughness of his skin â as though heâd spent years working with them. His grip was firm, but not harsh â indicating knowledge of his own strength.Â
His right hand slid down to the small of your back, finding its purchase just above your hip â not daring to go lower. He led you into a similar waltz that Kyojuro placed you in, yet, this one somehow felt moreâŠintimate.
âSanemi,â you started, rolling his name along the tip of your tongue, âdo you not possess a last name? Or are you perhaps a scoundrel with a tarnished reputation?â you teased, each step between the two of you smooth, almost calculated as he led you through the ballroom.
âDo you believe you have earned my last name, princess?â he whispered hotly, to which you felt heat prickle along your face.Â
He chuckled, âapparently not. Butââ he led you into a quick spin, before pulling you close once more, âif you get to know me well enough, perhaps Iâd be so willing to indulge in your curiosity.â
âGet to know you? Is that supposed to be some sort of challenge?â
âIf that is how you perceive it,â he responded vaguely.
Curious, you were â the man before you hauntingly beautiful, the smoothness of his voice and his mystery, combined with his confidence made it difficult to believe he wasnât of royal blood..
Heâd definitely be fit as a King, you thought.
âWhat, may I ask, is your occupation then, Sanemi?â you asked, wishing to glean more information from the masked man.
âIâve done quite a few things in my life, and Iâd say that I'm competent in all that I do, princess.â
âA jack of all trades is a master of none, you should know,â you challenged.
âAh, but oftentimes better than a master of one,â he continued, leaning closely into you, his breath gracing your ear, âand trust me darling, Iâm a master of all of my works.â
Your face heated up at his claim, thanking the fact that heâd led you into a spin, so you could somewhat hide your embarrassment.
âIs that so? Then I think youâd have to show me one day, Sanemi.â
âWhoâs to say that I havenât already?â he avowed, his violet eyes sparkling behind his mask with knowledge unknown to you.
âWhat do you mean?â you inquired, side-stepping before he leaned you into a dip, his eyes looking directly into yours as he leaned closely into you.
âDonât worry your pretty little head, dear princess, I promise youâll find out soon enough.â
As he brought you back upright, he parted from you, before taking your hand and kissing your knuckles â just as the prince before him did.
With his other hand, seemingly from nowhere, he pulled out an orange lily, and placed it into the hand that he kissed.
âI found this growing on the outskirts of your garden just yesterday. Such a shame the beautiful thing burned down.â
Speechless, you took the lily from him.
âYour condolences are appreciated.â You brought the lily up to your nose to take in its scent, before smiling at him and curtseying. âThank you for the flower, and the dance, Sanemi, Iâll do well to remember you.â
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âFather, please, I implore you to tell me who you have decided upon,â you begged, having waited impatiently until a majority of guests had exited the palace and gone home. Maids and servants proceeded with cleaning up the hall quickly after most of the festivities died down, and by now, most tables had chairs overturned on top of them, and mops could be found in use scattered throughout the ballroom floor.Â
âMy dear child, I am not able to give you an answer as you so wish. My advisors and I will need to convene and discuss our thoughts on what marriage would prove best for our kingdom.â
âWell, if youâd let me, Iâd hope that youâd keep in mind that prince from the Renââ
âMy dear, as much as Iâd love to take into consideration your opinion, this is a matter of kingdom survival, and thus my advisorâs opinions will have much more weight than my own childâs.â
Your mouth fell slightly agape, âbut, didnât you promise that youâd take into consideration the prince I got along most kindly with?â
âI did, my dear, but I have decided to rescind that statement. After your rather childish tantrum you displayed in front of me and my advisors, I came to the realization that you are not mature enough to make decisions that take more than just yourself into consideration.â
âButââ
âChild, indeed it is a most regrettable decision, but if I am to keep the kingdomâs interests in mind, then I will do what I believe is best.â
Tears of anger brimmed in your eyes as you once again stormed away from your father, exiting through the rather large doors at the end of the great hall and marching through them. You raced toward your chambers, where you wished to sob into your pillow until the morning came.
âYour father is right, you know,â a low voice spoke from one of the more darkened corridors as you passed by, causing you to stop dead in your tracks.
Looking around, you saw no one â you were alone, and yet, somewhere, someone was speaking to you.
Not only that, but theyâd also listened in on the conversation youâd had with your father.
You peeked down one corridor, trying to make out a figure in the shadows, when you were suddenly pushed into the stone wall, a hand reaching around your mouth as a body held you in place.
âDonât. Scream.â
A muffled cry came out of your throat, which prompted the assailant to point a cold, metal blade to your throat.
âThe hell did I just fuckinâ tell you, sweetheart?â
Your breathing became rapid, panic ensuing as the knife trailed down your throat â just gentle enough so as to not draw any blood.
âYâknow, princess, Iâve been tryinâ to get you to see your wrongdoings this entire fuckinâ week,â the stranger started, âbut you just donât fuckinâ learn, do ya?â
Your eyes widened as you realized this person had been responsible for everything.
Including your garden.
In a fit of rage, you tried biting your assailant's hand, to which he simply moved it to constrict lightly around your throat.
âOhoâ! Do we have a biter here, sweet thing? And to think that I always thought your bark was worseâŠâ
âYou bastard, let me go! Iâll have your fuckinâ head for this!â
âOh sweetheart, youâll definitely have my head, but not in the way you seem to think. Yâsee, Iâve been tryinâ so fuckinâ hard to get you to understand how pretentious you are, how much of a snob you are, and, frankly, Iâve run out of ideas, princess.â
He turned your face towards him, making you realize it was the same person whoâd danced with you at the ball â the man with the scars, the white, unruly hair, and his strikingly violet eyes.
âSanemi?â you asked, even though in your heart you knew it was him.
Sanemi grinned, âah, so you do have a brain up there in that pretty little head of yours,â he sneered at you, âthen maybe this last little lesson I give you will be the one that finally sticks.â
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â you hissed, and Sanemi chuckled as you struggled against him.
âOh, princess, have you not realized what Iâm gonna do yet?â he cooed mockingly, âIâm gonna fuck the brattiness out of you, sweetheart.â
A small gasp left your lips at his assertion, yet, you couldnât help the feeling of heat spreading both across your cheeks, as well as the kindling of flames within your lower stomach.
You were to be forcefully married, to live a life of servitude to your husband â who will be pronounced King once your father passes, to endure a loveless marriage â with tolerance of your significant other being the most you could possibly hope for.Â
You could have a little fun before all that, couldnât you?
Sanemi darkly chucked behind you, âI can smell your arousal, sweet thing, you really do want this, donât ya?â
The man threw the knife to the ground before licking a stripe up your neck and leaving bites across the expanse of your skin, starting with your earlobe and working his way down to your shoulder, teeth sharp as they grazed along your body.
You shivered, embarrassment flooding your veins at how you reacted to his touch â you shouldnât want this, you were a princess, a proper lady who knew that doing such acts before marriage was scandalous.
But, did you truly care about your marriage?
With each brush of his roughened hands against your skin, the consequences that threatened your wishes of this continuing faded further and further.
Sanemi worked his hands to the center of your back, his fingers deftly untying the lace of your dress â as though he had experience in such skills before this.
âSuch a fuckinâ slut, wishing for me to take you before youâre married â what would your father think?â he asked mockingly as he pushed your dress down, revealing your breasts to him.
âOhâ thatâs right, you donât care much of what heâ or anyoneâ thinks, do you?â he answered his own question, before leaning down and pursing his lips around one of your nipples, sucking harshly at your tits, earning a soft gasp from you as your face contorted at the sensation. His tongue laved against the softness of your skin, before biting down â making you let out a sharp hiss before bringing your hand up to his hair and tugging at it.
He looked up at you, hate and lust evident in his eyes as he pulled off of you with a lewd pop, and, just before you thought he would move on to the other tit and perform the same actions, he instead raised his hand and gave a sudden, hard slap to your breast.
âAhâ!â you gasped, evoking a laugh from him.
âOh, do you like pain, brat?â he taunted, causing you to flush intensely across your cheeks as he landed another slap to your other tit, to which you let out another, shorter gasp from you.
âAnswer the question, slut.â
Whimpering, you slowly nodded, and he grinned before roughly grabbing at your tits, rolling your nipples in between his fingers.
âThen get on your knees fâ me.â
You looked at him as though he were crazy, but, with one last slap to your tits, you quickly complied, lowering yourself to the ground.
âIsnât this a sweet sight?â Sanemi chuckled, âa princess kneeling before someone else â how cute.â
Humiliation seeped into your veins as you looked down at the floor, unable to meet his eyes with your own, until he forced your chin up, andâ after a small wave of his hand, you felt someone else pushing you down onto all fours. Flinching at the contact, you quickly turned your head around to see another Sanemi staring back at you â fully naked and littered with scars.
âWhatââ you started, before the second Sanemi started to rip your dress off of you â ruining it beyond repair.
âOh, are you surprised, princess?â the original Sanemi asked, âhow did you think all of the shit that happened to you this past week came about?â
Before you could answer, a rough smack landed on your ass, the strength of it causing you to be pushed forward as you whined at the stinging pain that Sanemiâs hand left behind.
âThatâs one, brat, I think you could stand to handle a bit more, canât you?â the Sanemi in front of you decided before taking his cock out of his pants as the one behind you dealt a smack to your other asscheek. He started stroking his cock with his fist as his double continued his assault behind you.
âYouâre so fuckinâ wet already,â muttered the one behind you, as you felt two fingers dip in between your folds â collecting your slick before landing another blow, âsuch a goddamn whore, arenât ya? And all from being spanked? Youâre fuckinâ filthy, princess.â
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Tears were starting to escape your eyes â your ass starting to feel raw from the constant blows. The tears found their way down your cheeks before the Sanemi in front of you lifted your chin up with one hand, stroking his cock furiously with the other as he groaned at the sight in front of him.
âFuckâ Iâve wanted to ruin you all week, princess, make you nothing more than a whore for my cock â to turn you into a braindead fucktoy all for my pleasure.â
You whined at his confession, leaning forward a little in an attempt to catch his lips with yours before he pulled away from you, leaving you feeling unfulfilled before his clone landed a harsh slap to your pussy â causing you to yelp as the clone started to prod his fingers at your entrance.
âPlease, more,â you begged.
âHmmm, I donât think you deserve more, princess,â Sanemi smirked, before closing the distance between you and his cock â the tip of which blushing a deep red as precum seeped out from it.
âBe a good girl for once and earn your pleasure.â
You hesitantly looked up at him, before reaching out your hand and delicately wrapping it around his thick cock. Sanemi hissed, not fully expecting how soft and plush your hand would feel when wrapped around him.
Starting out with some slow, gentle strokes, Sanemi started bucking slightly into your hand â not used to how languid and soft your movements were. You traced your thumb over his leaking slit, gathering his precum before moving back down his length.
The clone behind you finally pushed his fingers deeper into you, making you whine at the intrusion as he curled his fingers inside your wet heat, moving at about the same pace that you stroked the other oneâs cock, repeatedly pressing into that one area that pulsed pleasure through your abdomen with each movement. You writhed in his hold, resulting in him using his other arm to keep your hips in place as he fucked you with his fingers.
âM-More,â you whimpered, closing your eyes at the sensation of his fingers inside of you, his tortuous pace and his hold on your hips forcing you to take only what he decided to give you â what he thought you deserved.
âUh uhââ Sanemi tutted, grabbing your perfectly styled hair into his fist, pulling your head up toward him, âkeep your eyes open, brat, you still gotta work on my cock, remember?â
You nodded, opening your eyes as you focused on stroking his cock, increasing the speed at which your hand glided along his length.
Sanemiâs fingers, too, picked up a faster pace, two of his cloneâs thick digits pumping in and out of you, until the only sounds that could be heard were the slick of your hands working on each other and the soft grunts and moans coming from each of your throats.
Then, without warning, the clone decided to remove his fingers from your pussy. Whining, you tried pushing your hips back to receive more attention from him, only to let out a shaky moan when you felt his wet tongue travel along your slit.
âFuâuhâckâ you shuddered as he lapped up your juices, his hands spreading along the meat of your ass, making you wince slightly from remnants of the earlier punishment you received.
âShit, you taste so fuckinâ good,â the clone muttered as he licked a broad stripe up your cunt, âfuckinâ knew you would, princess, you always smelled so damn sweet.â
âH-Hahâ?â you tried to conjure a response, which more so resembled that of a moan as it tumbled out between your lips.
âCâmon, donât tell me Iâve fucked you stupid already, princess,â Sanemi chuckled, âjust what do you think happened to all that clothing of yours? Especially your pantiesâ god I couldnât get enough of âem, your scent would linger for so damn long.â
An intense heat bloomed along your cheeks, realizing just exactly what he meant.
Sanemiâs clone groaned as he plunged his tongue into your heat, lapping up everything you gave him as he ate you out. You continued stroking the otherâs thick length, bringing your lips to the tip of his cock, experimentally licking at his leaking slit. Sanemiâs grip on your hair tightened, encouraging you to keep going â to keep serving him.
You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, a soft hum sending vibrations down his length as you reveled in the way his clone was sucking at your clit. Hollowing your cheeks, you started sucking at his bulbous head, using your tongue to lap up any precum that seeped out of his weeping slit. Sanemi pushed your head further down, impatient with you only giving attention to his reddened tip, which caused you to choke along his length as it entered the back of your throat, tears pooling around your eyes as your lips swollen lips took inch after inch of his thick cock.
âFuckâ thatâs it, princess, just hold on a lilâ longer fâ me,â he grinned as he looked down at the mess you were quickly becoming, gagging around him like the good little slut you were, until he finally let you off of his cock, with you gasping for air.
Yet, his clone didnât stop his assault on your cunt, switching between licking and sucking at your clit and feasting on the sweetness that came out of your wet heat. The original Sanemi put his hand underneath your chin once more, forcing you to look up at him as the tension in your stomach got tighter and tighter.
âGodâ so good,â you whined, relishing in how Sanemiâs tongue felt against your wet cunt, looking up at the one in front of you with the prettiest, watery eyes that heâd ever seen, eyes which begged him to let you cum.
Yet, just as the warmth in your stomach was about to spill over, the clone removed his mouth from your pussy, leaving you to clench around nothing as you whined and pouted at the one in front of you.
Both of them let out a light snicker, until the one holding your chin knelt down in front of you, grinning as he stared down at your pathetic form.
âDid you really think Iâd let you cum so easily, little brat?â he inquired, the raspiness of his throat making his question all the more intimidating. You shook your head, knowing better than to argue or beg for what you wanted.
The Sanemi behind you gave a sharp slap to your pussy, causing you to yelp from how sensitive you were from the pleasure his tongue gave you only seconds before.
âPleaseâ wanâ your cock, wanâ to cum around it,â you whined pathetically, trying to wiggle your hips as they were held in place by the clone behind you.
Sanemiâs eyes were wild as he smirked down at you, âOh? You want my cock, princess? You want me to ruin you completely â make you a complete mess until youâre nothing but a hole for me to fill?â
You nodded quickly, eyes glossed over as he described what he could do to you.Â
âFine, just because you begged so sweetly for it â but you wonât be getting my cock, princess â not yet. Youâll have to make do with my doubleâs â think you can do that for me?â
âYesâ please, anything, pleaâah!â
Without warning, the clone behind you shoved himself balls deep inside of your hot cunt, breaking past the thin tissue near your opening and pushing deeper, until his tip nearly kissed your cervix.
Sanemiâs thrusts were rough, plunging into your heat fully with each strong push of his hips. His balls slapped against your clit, providing extra stimulation as he fucked himself into you, turning you into a whining, moaning mess.
The original Sanemi took in every expression and movement you made, relishing in how he was finally able to break you down into tiny little pieces. He grabbed his cock as his clone continued pumping into you, and started fisting himself at an equally fast pace.
âLook at yourself, princess, so fuckinâ pathetic, arenât ya?â he grinned, âyouâd always carry yourself like you were the most important person in the room â like no one else mattered but you, all because of your goddamn status.â
You whined in response, unable to verbalize anything as your mind softened with every single thrust of his cock; you were becoming malleable, your mind opening and wishing to be molded by him the more he fucked you.
âI reject all of that. You were never important â youâre nothing but a fuckinâ brat for me to tame, a slut who needs nothing but a cock to make her happy.â
He slapped your face with his cock, some of the release which seeped out from his tip managing to find itself on your cheeks before he began stroking himself at a furious pace once more. His other clone pounded himself into your cunt, the blunt head of it fucking that one spot inside of you which made your mind go blank.
He was right â you werenât a princess, you werenât someone with status or wealth or royal blood â you were nothing but a hole all this time for him to use and fill, a cumslut, a cocksleeve â all for the man in front of you.
How could you be so blind?
All you could do was moan, becoming more and more pathetic as his clone filled you with his cock, clenching around it and gripping his cock like a vice, your cunt sucking him back in every single time he pulled out.
But it wasnât enough.
You needed â you craved the Sanemi in front of you. You needed him â not his clone, to take you, to truly beat you into submission like the dumb little brat you were.
âPlease, please Sanemiâ I need you,â you begged with the man in front of you, tears filling your eyes once more as you pleaded for him to fill you â to make you his.
The Sanemi in front of you said nothing before standing up to his full height as his clone removed his cock from you. The original Sanemi waved his hand yet again, this time allowing a cushioned mattress to appear in the small, dark corridor the two of you were in.Â
The clone sat down on the mattress, before the original followed suit.
âSit on my lap,â he demanded, and you obeyed immediately â thighs wrapping around his waist as he slipped his cock into you, to which your head fell to his shoulder as you let out what could only be described as a sigh of relief.
Sanemi gripped your hips, moving you up and down on his cock so you could get an understanding of what he wanted you to do, showing you exactly how he wanted you to bounce on his dick.
It wasnât long before you grew enough confidence to perform the action by yourself, moving your hips up and down as you fucked yourself on his cock. Your arms found their way around his neck as you whimpered softly into his ear as you impaled yourself on him again and again â with no thoughts going through your mind other than the desire to make him feel good.
At some point, you noticed his clone behind you, a single digit nudging at the entrance of your asshole, pushing and prodding his finger gently so he could fully enter it inside of you. Heat prickled against your cheeks as you forced yourself to relax rather than tense at the unfamiliar contact â allowing the cloneâs finger to work its way into your ass.
You continued to fuck yourself on Sanemiâs cock as one finger became two, opening you up further and further, before you felt a lubricant of some sort being conjured from the cloneâs fingers, allowing him easier access to your hole as he continued fingering you.
âRelax fâ me, sweetheart,â the clone muttered as you whimpered in response, your movements slowing as you noticed his cock pressing against your ass â which had also been covered in lube â before slowly pushing into you.
You choked on a moan as you felt him stretch you out more than you thought possible, having fully stopped your movements in order to focus on accommodating his massive length inside of you.
Realizing this, Sanemi readjusted himself so that he was laying on his back, heels digging into the mattress before continuing to fuck into you. His clone got up on his knees before entering himself back into your tight hole, entering you when the other Sanemi pulled out â constantly being filled by either one of them without end.
âFuckk,â you groaned, mind addled with pleasure as the two Sanemis kept filling you with their cocks, unrelenting in their thrusts as they bullied themselves deeper and deeper into your holes. You felt that same pressure building up in your abdomen again, becoming tighter and tighter with each plunge of their cocks.
âPlease, âm gonnaâ âm gonna,â you begged Sanemi once more as your tears started to flow freely down your cheeks, pleading with him to let you cum.
âNo. Youâre gonna fuckinâ hold it. You donât get to cum until I tell you to,â he answered, making you whine yet again at how unfair he was being.
They started fucking you even harder, thrusts unrelenting as they took turns filling you up. It took everything within you to not cum â to obey Sanemiâs command, shutting your eyes tightly as you tried focusing on anything other than how good they were making you feel.
Both Sanemi and his cloneâs thrusts started to become sloppier, rutting into you as they both started to reach their own ends.
âIâm gonna cum in this fuckinâ pussy,â Sanemi growled, his voice raspy as he fucked into you, his cock starting to twitch as he neared orgasm, âgonna cum in my pussy, isnât that right, brat?â
You nodded, âPlease! Need your cum Sanemi, please cum inside meâ!â
With one final stroke, both him and his clone released deep inside of you â flooding both of your holes with their hot ropes of cum.
âFuck! Tooâ too much! Gonnaâ ah!â
You couldnât help itâ the feeling of them filling you up felt too good. Despite desperately wishing to obey Sanemiâs order, you ended up orgasming all over their cocks, gushing around them as warm ropes filled you up, with both of them groaning as you clenched and pulsed around them.
âFuckâ! âM sorry! âM so sorry!â you whined loudly as you came, hips betraying you as you attempted to prolong your euphoria by grinding down onto them.
After coming down from your high, you were met with a stormy glare from the man in front of you.Â
Your eyes widened, knowing youâd fucked up.
âIâm so sorry, Sanemi, I didnât mean to, Iââ
Sanemi grabbed your face, his thick fingers pressing into either of your cheeks.
âWhat did I fuckinâ tell you?â he asked simply, and a fresh set of tears brimmed at your eyes.
âY-You told me not to cum,â you answered meekly.
âThatâs right, brat,â he responded, waving his free hand to dismiss his clone â making his double disappear completely as he pulled out of your pussy. You whined at the lack of something filling you up, your poor cunt clenching around nothing once more as Sanemi moved away from you.
âOn your back, now.â
You obeyed, flipping onto your back and spreading your legs for him without a second thought. You fought the urge to rub your clit â knowing it wasnât your place to provide yourself pleasure anymore, as you watched him place his cock right in front of your entrance.
âPlease, âm sorry,â you pleaded as you watched him glide it up and down your sopping pussy, gathering your slick on the tip of his cock. His lilac eyes met yours once more as he finally lined himself up at your entrance.
âIf you want to cum so bad, fine. Iâll make you cum until you canât even fuckinâ think anymore.â
He pushed his cock inside of you, flicking at your clit with his thumb as he dragged his length against your slick walls, brushing against that one spot which made you see stars.
âPlease, nnghâ need it,â you sobbed as he relentlessly fucked into you, before he took one of his hands and pressed it down on your lower stomach.
âOh, donât worry, youâll fuckinâ get it, bratââ he panted, âfeel me? Feel my cock pressing all the way into your stomach?â
You nodded, eyes rolling back as he refused to let up, your orgasm building on itself again until it finally reached its peak once more.
âFuckâ!â you screamed as he fucked you through your orgasm, not letting up even as you came down from your high, denying you any break from the pleasure that he was giving you.
It wasnât long before the next orgasm as Sanemi rubbed your clit at a similar speed to his thrusts, causing you to gush again around his cock. He groaned as your cunt pulsed around him, milking him for all he had â yet he didnât stop, rather, he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you â denying his own release in order to fulfill his promise of overstimulating you.
At some point â you werenât entirely sure when â Sanemi folded you in half, your legs reaching your shoulders as he slammed even deeper into your cunt, his cock brushing against your cervix with each stroke. Your mouth hung open, your voice emitting short, unrestrained moans as he continued his assault on your pussy â fully abusing it until it molded into the shape of his cock.
âShit, youâre gonna make me cum, brat,â Sanemi grunted as his hips fell onto yours with every single stroke of his cock. You whimpered, wishing for nothing more than his cum to fill you up â to breed you like the whore you were.Â
You responded with incoherent babbles, whining and moaning the more he rutted into your cunt, his thrusts getting sloppier as he approached his peak for a second time.
âGonna fill you up, make you pregnant before youâre evenâ hahâ even married,â he panted, a promise which made you clench around him even more, âyouâd like that, wouldnât you, brat?â
âY-Yes!â you managed to voice as he slammed himself deep inside you one final time, grunting as he filled you up â triggering your own final orgasm, causing you to milk him dry as he painted your walls white.
Sanemi collapsed to the side of you as the two of you regained your breath, staying like that for a few minutes before either of you spoke.
âI wanted to apologize,â he said awkwardly, âfor ruining your garden in the way that I did.â
In response to your silence, he continued, âI had gone too far, I took something that you held dear to your heart away from you. Iâm sorry.â
âI think I need to apologize as well,â you finally said, ânot just to you, but to the others as well.â
Sanemi turned on his side, holding himself up by his elbow as he looked down at you, a slight grin on his face.
âYou mean to tell me that fucking you was the solution to your brattiness this whole time? Not the crows or the dead cowââ
âShut up!â you laughed as you smacked him in the chest, only causing him to grin more from your reaction.
âAm I wrong, princess?â he jokingly inquired, to which you hid your face from him with the palms of your hands â until he pushed your arms away, looking down at you with a triumphant smile on his face.
âYouâre so stupid,â you half-heartedly spit at him, to which he put a hand to his chest in mock pain.
âYou wound me, princess.â
You shook your head, scoffing as he got up, making the mattress beneath you disappear with a final wave of his hand, causing you to fall slightly onto the cold floor of the dark corridor.
âAre you going somewhere?â you asked him.
âIâm not exactly fond of castles, sweetheart, I canât stand the pretentious atmosphere they tend to have.â
âSo youâre leaving?â you further questioned, a little upset with the idea of not seeing him again.
âI am, but, if you are going to miss me so terribly, I could always sweep in and take you away from this wretched place, but I doubt youâd so easily leave your status and wealth behind.â
You remained silent, knowing that it would be near impossible for you to forsake all of which you knew and had for a simple, spontaneous desire to say yes, you would.
Sanemi smiled, his eyes soft as he gazed upon you â what was once hatred now replaced with something rather unfamiliar before vanishing before your very eyes, leaving you to stare at the emptiness of the corridor that you were in â having become alone once again.
Sighing, you stood up, gathering yourself â realizing that your once torn dress had been somehow completely repaired â as though it were entirely new.
With a little bit of difficulty, you managed to put your dress back on before heading back to your chambers, the unease of being married the following day looming over your mind once again.
The chirping of birds could be heard from your window once more, and, out of pure curiosity, you decided to peek out from your window to gaze out upon what was left of your garden. Yet, instead of seeing nothing but scorched soil, you managed to spot the blooming of a new plant â one which had not previously grown in your garden at all.
Rain lilies.
Perhaps, you thought, I should go down there and nurture them myself.
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Golden Wings
I saw this tweet about hozier leaving love notes around the house for his partner to find and I could not stop thinking about it. Good luck!
Warnings: None, pure fluff
Word Count: 1.9k
I wake as I always do, surrounded by his scent. Woodsy, dark, and a tad floral. I do a big stretch followed by a small whine. I go to reach over to Andrewâs side trying to feel any trace of him.
âAndrew?â I murmur, my voice still heavy with sleep. I continue to paw at his side of the bed until I feel his abandoned pillow. I force my eyes to open and glance around the room, and realize I am most definitely alone. I prop myself up, a little sad I missed him this morning. But then out of the corner of my eye I notice a soft pale blue square against our dark emerald sheets. I lean over and grab it, becoming a little giddy when I realize itâs a note.Â
The goddess of the day has risen, how I am unworthy to love such an ethereal being.Â
When you are ready, there is breakfast downstairs.Â
All my love, ~A.
I read and reread the small note probably a dozen times. His words always have a way of piercing into my heart directly and making a home inside. I hold the soft blue square to my chest and wonder how lucky I had to have been to have found Andrew.Â
I slip on a matching cream colored silk set, Andrewâs favorite, and slowly make my way down to the kitchen. I glance around our small home as I walk through the hallways and wonder how we were able to move into here only four months ago but itâs felt like forever. It feels right. As I round the corner, the aroma of breakfast hits me.Â
âLove, it smells divine,â I say. Iâm greeted with silence in return, just another small pale blue square.Â
Light of the day, your breakfast awaits you warming in the oven. I didnât want to wake you- you looked so peaceful, but I had to run to the studio this morning just for some final touches.
I will be home in a few hours to you, my love, I promise.Â
For now, eat your breakfast. Get your strength for the day. Look for more notes. I have plans for you.Â
All my love,
~A.Â
Again, I canât help but reread his words, hearing his voice as if heâs reading them directly to me. Once I tuck the note in a safe place I open the oven to look at what awaits me. Andrew wasnât lying. A fully prepared breakfast sits on a plate in the warm oven. Heâs left oven mitts for me on top of the stove, which I grab eagerly. Breakfast smells even better when itâs sitting right in front of me. Veggie bacon, eggs sprinkled with cheese and spinach, toast with butter and maple sugar.Â
As I sit down at my plate ready to devour the spread in front of me I spot Andrewâs discarded robe on the seat next to me. I donât even hesitate as I reach out for it, wrapping myself in his scent and warmth. I feel even more relaxed now, if that was even possible, as I eat my meal.
I finish up my toast basking in the silence of our home. I canât help but wonder when Andrew will be home, so I go find my phone to send him a text.Â
Y/N: Thank you for breakfast, my love. I miss you.
A: You are so welcome, my dove. Look for the notes. Iâll be home before you know it. I miss you more.Â
My heart flutters at his words like always as I go to put my cell phone in his robe pocket. Sliding it into the soft pocket, I swear I hear a paper-like crunch. Iâm quick to take my phone right back out and stick my hand in to feel for the noise. It doesnât take long before I pull out a small pale blue square identical to the ones before it.Â
I knew you would put this on, my sweet. I have never known such a love as the love you give to me, I am forever in awe of you.Â
Till we are bones, my love.
All my love,Â
~A.
My heart thumps in my chest. I take the little note and add it to my ever-growing pile. Snagging a cup of tea, I walk around our sunlit living room and tend to our âplant childrenâ. The monstera has always been my favorite, even though I tell Andrew theyâre all my favorites. They do say youâre not supposed to have a favorite child. I donât hesitate as I walk up to her, murmuring my good mornings and inspecting her as I grasp my mug of tea, bringing it to my lips. As soon as Andrew called me his, he kept my favorite kind of tea in superfluous supply wherever he lived- just for me. It doesnât take me long to notice a little blue square nestled in her leaves. Of course he knew.Â
Seeing you wearing my ring drives me mad. Watching you in the mornings, with it shining off the light as you talk to our plants is one of my favorite rituals. The way you speak to them with such kindness, such empathy- I cannot wait to raise our children together. A goddess such as yourself will be perfect with them.Â
To the blues.
All my love,
~A.
I quickly glance down at my ring once I finish reading his words, immediate feelings of giddiness fill my chest. The perfect moss agate ring sits in a golden crown on my finger. I touch it, remembering the moment Andrew got down on his knee. He is always nervous when it comes to us- but not that day. That day, he was so confident. Bringing me to his hometown, showing me all of the places he used to go as a âyoung ladâ as heâd say. That trip I knew I needed him forever, and I guess he needed me just as much. I watched as he spoke Gaelic with the townsfolk in passing, his voice hitting my ears in such a dreamy way.Â
It was when he brought me up to his favorite hill, the one he watched the sunset every day when he lived here, that he asked me to be his. Looking at the setting sun, wrapped in each other's arms, he feigned that he had forgotten something, and got up and started to look around.Â
âAndrew, whatâs going on?â I had said to him. When he turned to me his green eyes were the brightest Iâve ever seen them, I swear.Â
âLove, can you stand for me?,â he said.
I think subconsciously I knew what was happening, even if I didnât want to believe it. Tears freely fell from my eyes as he poured his heart and soul out to me, reaching out every so often to wipe a tear or give me a lingering kiss on my forehead. When he finally got down on his knee, I was a sobbing wreck. I canât remember what he said, just me nodding and practically screaming âYes! Yes! A thousand times yes!â.Â
Now his ring, his beautiful, intricate golden ring just for me sits on my finger. I sit in his chair, even though itâs usually both of us squished into it every night, and play with my ring. I watch as it hits the sunshine and sends dancing light around the room. Itâs then, as Iâm looking at the light, I notice another small pale blue note. I practically run to it, ready to read more of Andrewâs words. I take a moment once I have it to enjoy the anticipation before I read it.
Once the Gods realize you have escaped with their golden wings Iâll be in so much trouble.Â
But, for now, you are mine. Do they know youâre here, love? Did I have it wrong and you were sent just for me?Â
Iâll never be sure, but Iâll be eternally grateful for you.Â
All my love,
~A.Â
Heâs trying to kill me I swear to anyone who is listening. Itâs never been an act with Andrew, this has always been him. The love and adoration he gives me is unmatched. I canât help but feel like Iâm the luckiest person with him. I finish the rest of my tea, adding my two new notes to my pile that wonât seem to stop growing.Â
I make my way to our shared bathroom and am a little surprised when I see another note. He truly thought of everything. I do my morning routine to try and prolong reading his letter, the anticipation is delicious. Once I do finish taking care of myself I carefully peel his note off of the mirror and finally allow myself to read it.
I cannot wait to see those eyes shine just for me. Thinking about it now I swear my heart skips an entire beat. That canât be healthy, but you- you are my own personal drug. Stronger than all the others there is you. I need you.Â
All my love,
~A.Â
My eyes scan his letter too many times, taking in the way he writes his tâs and dots his iâs. I take out my phone and pull up my texts to Andrew.
Y/N: I need you as bad as you need me, love. I hope studio time is going well. Come home to me soon.Â
A: You are the very air I breathe, my dove. See you soon.Â
My heart flutters knowing heâll be home soon. I decide Iâll stay in his robe and his favorite silk set and surprise him. Confident in that decision, I grab the book Iâm currently reading and snuggle back up on our chair while I wait for him. I scroll on my phone for a bit, getting lost in social media for a little too long. Once I finally resign and open my book, a final little blue note falls out onto my lap. I canât help but laugh, and wonder a little when he even did all of this. I waste no time reading the note.Â
In every lifetime, I hope to find you. Our souls are destined to be intertwined throughout the centuries. You are the only one for me.Â
I canât wait to kiss you soon.
All my love,
~A.Â
My heart is fully melted. All of his words from this morning play on repeat as I stare at this one note. How can one man be so fucking eloquent? Iâm so lost in thought, I donât hear the front door open or close.
âDove?â Andrew shouts from the doorway. Iâm on my feet in seconds, after all of these notes I missed my man something fierce this morning. He laughs when he sees me, arms outstretched ready for me. âThereâs my dove. I hope you liked my notes this morning.â He says to me inbetween interrupting kisses.Â
âLoved them? Oh Andrew, you have no idea. You know, I missed waking up to you this morning.âÂ
âIâm sorry dove, let me make it up to you.â He hoists me up in his arms and quickly kicks off his shoes before walking down the hallway to our bedroom. My laughter echoes in the hall, Iâve never been so in love.Â
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Did I cross the line?
âŒAuthor: orshii
âŒPairing: Kim Hongjoong x female reader
âŒWord count: 4 k
âŒSummary: On Valentine's Day in Paris, a romantic trip with your boyfriend, takes a painful turn when unresolved feelings about his ex-girlfriend, who was once your best friend, resurface. Despite the love between you, the past threatens to tear you apart. Through heartfelt conversations, you confront your insecurities and reaffirm your commitment, realizing that to move forward, you must leave the past behind.
âŒA/N: Well...here I am again with a Hongjoong drabble, and this little something was born because of Billie Eilish's new song. And it was completely inspired by it, so please please, listen to the song and pay attention to the lyrics so you will understand the story more. I just love it, it's such a beautiful song and I can't get it out of my mind...just as well Hongjoong haha...Anyway, I am not sure this is what I wanted, but this happened so enjoy! Byee...--also, sorry for any mistakes :'(... (divider)
Things fall apart, and time breaks your heart, but it also heals your soul, allowing you to feel like a normal human on this chaotic Earth. It's much harder when you're alone, but if you find someone who is always by your side and supports you unconditionally, you become unstoppable. Nothing can come your way when they are next to you and cheering for you on the side to chase your dreams. When you find the mate of your soul, you think nothing can stop you from now on.
Except... sometimes, despite everything, you grow farther apart because of a tiny reason, turning what was once promising into something that couldnât bloom or burn with passion.
This is the reason why I am crying in a hotel room in Paris, the city of love on Valentineâs Day, with my heart broken into thousands of pieces. How ironic life can be. It's the day of love and I'm in the city of love, yet I never felt more disappointed in love ever. The broken pieces of my heart are cutting me from the inside, I want to scream from the pain, but I have never been quieter in my life, my voice got lost between the sharp pieces of my heart.
Our trip to the city of love started like a cliché straight from a romantic movie. We decided with my boyfriend, Hongjoong, that we were going to travel to Paris for a little break, as we both needed it, we were overwhelmed with work, and we barely saw each other. And Valentine's Day was a perfect excuse for both of us, to celebrate our love, that just started to bloom. Our relationship began six months ago, and it was a maze until we finally understood each other and found our way through the dark, complicated labyrinth of each other's hearts.
We wandered around the city with our hands interlaced, never letting go for even a minute. We felt locked together, forever. Throughout the day we visited a lot of museums and the typical sights of Paris, that being the Louvre and the Eiffel Tower. When the both of us were on top of the Eiffel Tower, the wind was so strong up there, that we could barely see the city down there. The air was chilly, as it was mid-winter. The clouds were gone, and the snow had already melted away, leaving behind only the cold.
I stared at Hongjoong, my hair in my face, giggling as he took pictures of me. The photos came out blurry but full of happiness. The sun that slowly approached its lowest spread an orange blanket over the city, lighting it with all shades of orange. I looked next to me, where Hongjoong was smiling. I saw him in slow-motion, as he was looking down at the orange city, the sun's beams lighting his beautifully shaped face, his jawline sharp, his cheekbones high, his eyes in the shape of a crescent moon as he was smiling. The wind blew very slightly on his brown hair alongside his elegant black clothes.
And his smile... that was why I fell in love with him so deeply that I couldn't escape. His smile was so perfect and wide, full of humanity, with sincerity that immediately caught me off-guard because I didn't believe in the fact, that perfect humans on this Earth existed. But as soon as I saw him, I knew it was just a lie, because with time every human being finds their perfect mate for their soul, no matter if someone sees them as imperfect. For you, they are always going to be perfect.
After coming down from the tower, we wanted to do one last thing: put a padlock on the famous bridge where people place padlocks to symbolize their love, as the saying goes, 'Lasts until forever'. And as it was Valentine's Day and we were in the city of love, to make it cheesier we bought a red padlock to put it on the bridge.
"So did you enjoy yourself today?" Hongjoong asked looking at me with his adoringly beautiful smile, as we were walking towards the bridge.
"This was the happiest day of my life Hongjoong." I looked at him with loving eyes, tears almost appearing in my eyes as I was very overwhelmed by the fact of how much I loved him. "Thank you."
"Come here, my little bun." He pulled me by my hand that was interlaced with his and hugged me strongly I felt like he might break my bones, as we were at the end of the bridge. He pecked the top of my head and slowly separated from me, leaving little distance between us, just to cup my face into his warm hand. Chills ran through my body as I felt his warm hand on my cold and red face, he immediately warmed me up with only one slight touch.
"I love to see you happy." He said his voice a little childish as he was saying it adorably. He tugged my hair behind my air. "I'm happy if you are too."
"You are too cheesy, what happened to you?" I looked at him suspiciously.
He chuckled at that. "You happened; I can't help it." He slowly leaned closer to me and slightly pecked my lips with his. Then he looked at me and smiled like I was the only human being on Earth.
"So, it's my fault?" I whispered onto his lips, that still hovered over mine.
"Yes, it is." His eyes were on my lips, as he whispered the words sweetly.
Then he closed the distance again between our lips and kissed me more passionately, putting his heart into the kiss, giving it to me so I could keep it safely in my imaginary safe made out of unbreakable metal, but sometimes that metal can get infected and it can crack and that hurts. As I kissed him back my lips slowly moving against his, the world was gone around us, and I did the same with my heart, giving it to him, so he could keep my heart wherever he wanted to. I hoped our hearts belonged to the other and no one else.
"Let's put that silly padlock on." He said as we separated from the kiss, caressing my cold cheeks.
I just nodded and took his hand to lead him through the bridge's middle.
"It's nice to be back in here." He said as we were looking around, observing the padlocks people already left there.
"Have you been here before?" I asked him surprised with a frown.
Suddenly his expression changed, as we stopped in the middle of the bridge, people around us walking and smiling, the sky had already gone dark, and only the street lights showed the way.
"WellâŠyes." He scratched the back of his head, averting my eyes.
"I didn't know, when?" He acted strange all of a sudden and I didnât know why.
"Last yearâwith⊠Hana." He slowly looked up, to see my reaction.
I gulped and my heart started to race quickly as I heard her name. I really wanted to stay calm it wasn't the time to argue again as he knew it was an uncomfortable topic between us.
I nodded barely visible. "I seeâŠ" I looked down on my hands. "And did you likeâwere here?" My voice came out strange, it lost its power as I pointed at the padlocks.
"Yâyes," Hongjoong said noticing as my expression changed very quickly. He stepped closer to me to hold my hands. I just looked down at our hands and then at the padlocks. "But it was in the past and you know it, Y/N. I want to do this with you." He reached his hands towards my face, but before he could touch it, I stopped him.
"Well, I don't want to anymore." My voice came out serious, my face looked hurt and disappointed. I stepped back, putting distance between us.
"C'mon, Y/N. You can't be serious." He stepped closer to me and I stepped back again on that. He scoffed at that. "Why can't you put it all behind you? It was a long time ago."
"Because she's everywhere I go, Hongjoong, anything I do with you has to do something with her." Tears started to well up in my eyes.
"It's not, you just made it up here," He pointed at his temple."âŠbecause you can't get over it, Y/N." He seemed upset as his voice got more serious.
I scoffed at that in disbelief. "So, now you think I'm crazy?"
It is very unpredictable how everything can change from heaven to hell.
"No, you are not crazy, but you definitely can't let go of the past and be in the presentâŠwith me." Hongjoong said running his fingers through his brown short hair.
"What can I do, when all the time I see her face, everywhere." I lifted my arms helplessly. "In our daily life, in our homeâŠin your eyes." One tear slowly escaped my left eye.
"When will you understand she is nothing to me now?" He stepped closer to me, disappointment showing on his face. "When will you understand you are my everything? That I love you and no one else." His voice got lower, weaker.
"I know that you love me, you don't need to remind me like it's an obligation." I looked at him already feeling so far away from him.
Hongjoong scoffed at that. "What are you talking about?"
"You always sound like you have to assure me you love me." I looked down at the ground, where our shadows melted into each other. I just wanted to hide from him. "I am sure you love me. ButâŠit's just a feeling I can't shake."
"You have no idea what are you talking about. Can't you get that you are my fucking world Y/N?" I felt as he stared at me with deadly eyes, growing more furious.
Stressed, I ran my fingers through my hair, tears streaming down my face. "But you aren't mine," I barely said out loud, knowing he could hear me.
I couldn't see his expression as he stood there in silence for a moment.
"You think so?" he asked, his voice calmer.
I just nodded, unable to look up.
He chuckled and came closer to me, his breath close to my face. "So, let's make it fair, then. Shall we?" His voice was like a threat. Then he grabbed the padlock from my hand and threw it away into the water. I stared at him, my eyes wide in shock. "I wanted to make you happy, to do cheesy things like this. But if you can't understand, let's just stop."
"I never wanted to fight," I mumbled.
"But we always do, Y/N." He lifted his eyebrows as he looked at me, disappointed. "It wasn't like this before."
"What do you mean?" I asked him, confused.
"I mean, when we started, it was nice. We were happy, no arguing. But you kept looking into my past and everything changed." He looked into my eyes, tired of the arguments.
"Because she was always there in the back of my mind." I sniffled and wiped away a tear.
"She isn't now. But you can't see it." He shook his head slightly.Â
"HonestlyâŠI don't know if I can be with someone who can't let go of the pastâŠ" I snapped my head up at that, his face was nothing but serious without any emotions. My heart started to race more quickly than before.
"HongjoongâŠ" I stepped closer to him with regret on my face.
"No." Now he was the one who stepped back, and my heart started to crack. "I am tired of this, you have to let go of our past and be present completely, not only with half of your heart." He said those words like it was venom and it flew right into my lungs poisoning it so I couldn't breathe anymore.
"We will talk when you finally manage to do that." He put his hands into his pockets and just passed by me like we suddenly became two strangers, leaving me there on the bridge where we could've locked our love forever, he left me with a heart suddenly broken into millions of pieces.
Did I cross the line?
The thing is Hana was Hongjoong's ex-girlfriend and my best friend.
My best friend and Hongjoong got together three years ago and broke up last summer. And it wasn't particularly because of me, well I played a little part in that as well, but they just always argued about little annoying things and I was the one who reconciled them. I'm not sure when it happened, but the more I was hanging out with my best friend and her boyfriend the more I felt something wasn't right. I started to feel something towards Hongjoong and I knew it wasnât right so I quickly buried it deep down into my soul, so no one would know it.
I watched them through these years when they were arguing and when they hated each other, but they always made up at the end of the day and everyone was happy.
Not until one day, Hongjoong found out Hana cheated on him. That day was a disaster because the more time I spent with Hongjoong, the closer I grew to him. I considered him a friend and liked him. I could talk about things with him, that I didnât even tell my best friend. It was hard to take sides, to be honest, it was cruel of my best friend but at the same time she was my best friend and I needed to be by her side. She was crying on my shoulder even though she fucked all of this up. Slowly, Hongjoong walked out of our lives, and it didn't feel right for some reason. Not seeing him every day, not knowing what he was doing, made my heart ache for some reason and I was so confused.
Not until July.
We accidentally ended up at the same event connected to our work and started talking. We talked, but like we just met, like we didn't know each other before like Hana didn't even exist. I felt guilty of course but sometimes people have to be selfish, for their own sake. We had a deep connection with Hongjoong and I didn't want to let it go. I just couldn't.
From then on, we grew closer to each other, and got to know each other. And one night, Hana saw us, of course, I didn't tell her about Hongjoong, that we were talking. And of course, the universe loved us and Hana saw us exactly that summer night when Hongjoong kissed me for the first time. When he kissed me, I felt like I was finally complete, like I found the missing piece of my lost soul. But when I saw Hana's face, my soul immediately burnt into specks of dust.
Until then, all I could see was her face when he saw us, the hatred in her eyes, that I could understand. I haven't see her since then, but she lives in my head rent-free. I hated myself because this was the cruelest thing a best friend could do. But I stayed selfish and chose Hongjoong because he made me happy and made me feel alive.
And now I fucked up everything because I can't get through our past. What happened is happened, but when he touches me all I can think of is how she felt, I always compare myself to her.
As I was standing on the bridge and trying to somehow organize my thoughts, I just started to walk in the city that was full of couples and happy people. The city was alive, restaurants were open, and people were celebrating, and laughing together. Yet, I was there walking past them with my eyes crying out, slowly losing myself in the dark. When I passed by a lucky charm seller, the old lady beckoned me to go there. I frowned as I slowly approached her.
"My daughter, you look sad, did somebody break your heart?" She asked me putting his hands on my shoulders.
I nodded tears appearing in my eyes again. "But⊠it was my faultâŠso I deserve it." My voice came out weak.
"No one deserves a broken heart, sweet girl." She slowly wiped off my tears. "These lucky charms will tell you what to do, I am sure." She pointed at the little papers with green trefoils on them.
I just shrugged, I didn't believe in these things, but at least I could make someone happy by buying one. I chose one randomly and paid for it, thanking the lady.
"And donât forget, sometimes before loving someone else, we have to learn how to love and how to receive it." She smiled at me and let me keep going.
I put the lucky charm in my pocket, not even bothering to read it, and walked forward without any destination. All I could think about was Hongjoong and how much I fucked up. It was a perfect dayâŠwhy did I have to fuck it up? As I walked next to the river my palm was itching in my pocket so I stopped to read the paper. I slowly opened the decorated paper.
"I fell in love with you because you loved me when I couldn't love myself.
 And then you realize it was all real."
I read the lines with my heart slowly warming up and pumping quicker. I never believed in things like these, but these lines hit me hard in the chest just so I could realize how stupid I was, how stupid I was to think Hongjoong didn't love me. I mentally face-palmed myself and tried to stop myself from jumping straight into the cold river and turned around just to run back to our hotel, hoping Hongjoong was going to be there.
Hongjoong wasn't there and he will never come back. He will never come back, because I made myself believe he had anything to do with Hana and that he always compared me to her. But the truth is I compared myself to her and it made my brain a fool, so I believed every cruel thing it whispered to me.
I collapsed on the bed, hugged myself and here I was, crying my soul out with a broken heart, on Valentine's Day, in the city of love.
Hours or just minutes passed by, and I lost track of time when I heard the door closing. I opened my eyes quickly; I was facing the door to our room laying on my right side. Hongjoong slowly stepped inside and took off his winter coat his eyes on me the whole time. I couldn't tell what was he thinking.
I sat up as he approached me and sat on the bed, just to cup my cried-out face into his, now cold, hands.
He leaned his forehead against mine as he whispered. "Oh, my little bun. You make my heart break, seeing you like this."
Probably I looked like hell, my eyes red, my cheeks puffy, my make-up smashed from crying.Â
I slowly held his wrists that cupped my face. "Hongjoong Iâ" Tears found their way out again; I didn't understand how I hadn't dried out by now. I started to sob.
"I'm sorry, my love, I shouldn't have talked to you like that." He hugged me, his fingers running through my hair, trying to calm me down.
I slowly lifted my head from his chest. "No, you were right, Hongjoong." Words could finally leave my mouth. "I was living in the past, that hurt me, but at the same time healed meâŠyou healed me. I was so broken, but you managed to glue together the pieces of me. But this Hana thing just hunted me and I couldn't run away itâs like she cursed me just so I could feel his revenge." I looked down at my hands sniffing.
Then I looked into his eyes and the mate of my soul looked at me like I was the most vulnerable creature on Earth. And that was the moment I got reassured about everything.
"I'm so sorry for making you feel like it was all your fault when it was just my fucked-up mind. You are my everything Hongjoong, and I couldn't spend even a minute without you in my life. Please, don't leave meâŠ" My tears flew down my cheeks endlessly.
He sighed and slowly reached for my hands, holding them like a treasure. "You are a fool if you think it is an obligation for me to say I love you. I say it because I mean it with all my heart, and to let you know that Hana is in the past you know I never really loved her. Not like I love you. You are my partner in life, my future and I never want to let you go." He wiped my tears away as his eyes watered and a little teardrop escaped his eye. I immediately wiped it away, not wanting to see him cry because of me. Ever.
"I love you so-so much!" I whispered weakly as I cupped his face.
"I love you endlessly, bun." He smiled at me adoringly, his smile that cured everything inside me and his lips on mine that slowly put the broken pieces of my heart into its place, my heart being whole again, in one piece, just so I could give it to him, into his hands to do whatever he wanted to it, because I just belonged to him and he belonged to me.
He kissed me slowly, like never before, his soft lips moving along mine leaving a sweet taste behind. I slowly crawled into his lap, straddling his thighs. His hands found their place on my waist like they belonged there and squeezed it like he never wanted to let me go. Our kiss got more hotter as I parted my lips letting his tongue inside, discovering every hidden place of my mouth, like he wanted to taste every inch of me. My hands crawled into his hair squeezing it as a moan left his mouth. His hands slowly got their way under my clothes, running his fingers up and down my back, like he couldn't get enough of me.
"You are so beautiful, Y/N." He whispered onto my lips between hot kisses. He looked at me like he couldn't believe his eyes. "You are my beautiful girl." His lips traced over mine as he firmly bit my lower lip.
I chuckled at that, as he quickly flipped us over and he hovered above me, supporting himself with his hands on both sides of my head and he just looked at me. I got impatient and quickly lifted my head so I could kiss him, but he pushed me back to the bed and kissed me harshly, my body felt hot, and I felt like I could burn alive.
Everywhere he touched me burned my skin down to my bones. But I didnât care because I knew he was the love of my life, that one person who was always beside me and supported me no matter what. The past needs to be locked in the past and the present needs to be lived just so I can build a strong future alongside the emotions I feel, alongside Hongjoong, now, on Valentine's Day and in the city of love, Paris.
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