#and the fact that coordinates are hard + i have bad sense of direction don't help bc i get oh so scaredys

[the-acid-pear]

I forgot the reason I don't play Minecraft is because I don't like playing Minecraft . . .

[zoeykallus]

Love your HCs!! Can you write one of the bad batch + Rex + Maul love runs into an abusive ex. Angst and a happy ending

Mhm, good one. Let me see...

Well, how do you define happy ending?

The Bad Batch/Rex/Maul x Fem!Reader HC's - A Ghost From The Past

Warnings: Hurt/Angst/Mention Of Abuse/Protective Partner/Comfort/Mention Of Mental And Physical Abuse/ Violence/Strong Language

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Initial Situation:

You see someone you haven't thought about for a while. In fact, you have completely repressed their existence, not expecting to ever see them again. Some time ago, this person wronged you in many ways, mentally and physically. You tense up, your body automatically adjusts to flight or fight. Your heart beats way too fast and hard in your chest. As the person turns in your direction and looks directly at you, panic tightens your throat. He looks directly at you, and you can no longer avoid a confrontation.

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Hunter

He senses right away that you are afraid. Immediately, he scans the surroundings, but sees nothing that could have caused your reaction. Then he notices this one person you are looking at, who is also looking at you.

"What's the matter, Cyare? Who is this?"

You shouldn't be surprised that Hunter knows something is off.

"My Ex"

Hunter is surprised. He can't remember you ever told him about an Ex partner of yours. He wonders why you would be so afraid of this person.

"Did he hurt you?", he asks, fists already clenched.

You try to avoid the subject and situation.

"Can we go another way?"

Again he is surprised. You are not just a little bit scared, you are tense as if fearing for your life. That alone makes him want to hurt this man who's still looking at you.

"Please, Hunter", you say with a shaky voice when he doesn't answer right away.

Hunter snaps out of his thoughts and nods.

"Of course"

You two turn around, when you hear that voice, that one voice you never wanted to hear again.

"Y/N, is that really you?"

You say to Hunter, "Keep walking..."

Hunter has to fight the urge to turn around and wring this guy's neck. He keeps walking with you, but he remains alert for a possible attack.

"Hey! I'm talking to you, bitch"

That's it! Hunter turns around, shoving you behind him, he positions himself in front of the man. He can very clearly sense your sheer panic and the urge to kill rises.

You feel close to cry and try your best not to.

"What did you just call my girl?", Hunter mutters.

Suddenly feeling not so eager anymore, your Ex asks, "What?"

"You heard me", Hunter growls.

It's obvious your Ex is not exactly willing to deal with Hunter.

"Well, I call her that all the time, it's kind of a running gag, between us"

Hunter scoffs, "I doubt that"

You say very quietly, barely more than a whisper, "I just want to leave"

Hunter takes his com and contacts Echo, "Hey Echo, do me a favor and come to pick up Y/N, as fast as possible, at my coordinates"

Echo doesn't ask questions, he heard the urgency in Hunter's voice.

"On my way!"

You want to ask Hunter to come with you, but something about him scares you. You feel the tension under his surface. Echo arrives quickly, the Marauder isn't that far away, Tech is with him. Probably heard the message as well.

Echo grabs your hand, softly, and smiles at you.

"Come on ad'ika"

You broke out into cold sweat, your back is tingling uncomfortably. Echo and Tech get you away from the scene.

You don't see Hunter beating the shit out of your ex, hard enough that even his own mother would barely recognize him again. You don't need to tell Hunter what happened back then, he sensed clearly how much fear this one person triggered in you, that's more than enough for him to know he deserved the beating Hunter gave him.

Tech later tends to Hunter's bruised knuckles and Hunter keeps on his gloves, so you don't see them. He is your soft Hunter again as he approaches you after the incident. Of course, you can guess what he did, but you don't ask him about it, you just lean into his embrace when he softly wraps his arms around you.

Echo

As you stop in your tracks, Echo looks at you puzzled.

"Mesh'la? What's wrong?"

He can see how tense you are and wonders what's going on.

"You don't feel good?"

You gulp and look at Echo.

"Can we go back to the others? Back to the Marauder, I mean"

Echo frowns, "But we just got here. Didn't you want to look for a dress?"

"I don't feel so well. Can we go back, please"

"Of course, I'm just wondering-"

"Hey, Y/N", a stranger, interrupts Echo by calling you.

Echo gives you a concerned sideways glance when he hears you mutter, "Well, shit"

Slowly but surely he understands, you didn't want to meet this person. You've been trying to avoid this man, that's why you wanted back. Much more vigilant now, Echo turns to look at the guy and have an eye on what he's doing.

"You are awfully pale. Seen a ghost", the stranger mocks you.

"Let's go", you say to Echo again.

Your Ex snaps, "What? Why? That's just rude"

"Leave me alone", you say and turn around.

Echo can guess where this is heading, and he feels anger boiling up in him. When your Ex grabs for your arm, Echo snaps out of his idle state, shoves the guy away from you and positions himself between him and you.

"Don't you, ever, touch her again", Echo rumbles.

"Cool it! This doesn't concern you"

Echo says, "Yes it does, if you try that again, I'll kick your rude ass"

"I just want to talk to her"

"And she doesn't want to talk to you, so you won't talk to her", Echo says calm, yet menacingly.

Echo gets the guy to finally leave, and you two go back to the Marauder for now. But when he asks you who he was and why you are so tense and scared about him, he regrets not having kicked your Ex's ass. Echo is determined to "talk" to this man again, as soon as possible, without your knowledge.

Wrecker

He is in a good mood, and so were you just a moment ago. But suddenly something changes and Wrecker senses it right away. You tense up next to him, your hand in his, suddenly clings to him shakily. He looks to his side where you stand, seeing how you stare at someone he doesn't know. You look like you've seen a ghost.

"Mesh'la?", he asks softly, "Are you okay?"

You need a moment to reply, "Can we go back?"

He's confused, but he doesn't question your motive, you seem stressed, that's enough reason for him to do you that favor. As you both turn around, Wrecker sees in the corner of his eye that the man you stared at started moving in your direction. Reacting like a soldier to a possible threat, Wrecker hastily turns around again, shoving you behind him.

He guesses this man is not a stranger to you. He saw how you looked at him, and Wrecker knows you are afraid of him. Wrecker doesn't ask you, but asks your Ex, "Who the hell are you and what did you do to her?"

Your Ex is surprised to face the angry giant and of course isn't very keen on getting into trouble with Wrecker, no one would be.

You say quietly, "He's my Ex"

Wrecker asks, grumbling, "He mistreated you, didn't he?"

As you see how nervous your Ex looks at Wrecker, you start to feel much safer and a little bold too.

"Yes, he hurt me. In more than one way", you say, and part of you wants Wrecker to get angry.

You feel that you are entitled to something like compensatory justice. This is the moment when you could get just that. Your heart is beating incredibly fast, but it's not just fear anymore, adrenaline and a certain excitement are also part of it now.

Wrecker swings and grabs so fast that his opponent doesn't have time to react. Wrecker has grabbed him by the neck, your ex, grasping in panic at the strong arm holding him, completely futile.

"I should just squeeze and break your neck," Wrecker growls."

Startled, you look at Wrecker. You didn't expect him to go that far. Wrecker certainly has the desire to hurt this guy, but he's sensible enough not to kill him. He squeezes a little, the guy can be afraid, he thinks to himself, after all, he scared you too.

Wrecker looks at you, you know there's a lot of anger bubbling under the surface, but he's gentle as he speaks to you, "Do you want me to punish him?"

You say, "I have to admit, the thought is tempting. But I wouldn't be any better than him if I asked you to do it"

Wrecker sighs softly but nods.

"But you'll forgive me if I want to punish him?"

You hesitate, but nod.

Wrecker smirks and throws your Ex right into a stand with spiked fruits. You can't help but giggle to see your abuser, curse and whimper, contort his face in pain, trying to pick the fruits off of himself and some spikes that broke off the fruits shells, some of which in the crotch area.

Wrecker walks you back to the Marauder and says, "I have to admit, I wanted to hurt him more, but that was pretty fun too"

Tech

For once, he doesn't have his holopad in hand. It's on his belt. You asked him to keep it like that for a little while. He sees right away that something is off.

"Cyare? What is it?"

"My Ex", you whisper. Can we go back, please?"

Tech looks at the man who makes you so nervous. He turns around with you, to walk you back, and asks, "What happened? You seem to be really scared of him"

You shake your head and say, "He's a very mean person, toxic. He treated me poorly, to put it nicely."

Tech tenses up next to you. Hastily, you grab his arm and pull at him.

"Don't Tech, let's just leave, please"

He sighs, but does as you ask him to. He throws a look over his shoulder to get a good look at the man. Back at the Marauder, Tech softly asks, "What did this man do to you, Cyare? Is he the reason you were so nervous about every touch in the beginning of our relationship?"

Tech remembers how jumpy and retreated you've been in the beginning, how long it took for the at first very shy Tech to actually get close to you instead of the other way around.

"Yes", you sigh, "Please don't ask any more about this, seeing him today was trauma enough for one day"

Tech nods, slowly, not showing at all what he feels right now.

"Of course, Cyare, I won't mention it again, I promise"

Later that night, though, Tech makes sure Echo distracts you for a while so he can leave the Marauder. He goes back to the market in search of your ex. He finds him quite quickly and follows him for a while until he retreats into a side alley. There Tech approaches him, gives him an electric shock and bends over him.

"You're only temporarily paralyzed. For now," Tech says calmly and coldly.

He pulls something out of his pocket, a holo-image of you, and holds it up to him.

"You remember this woman, don't you? Good. She remembers you, too, I'm afraid."

The man's eyes on the ground twitch back and forth, but the rest of his body is paralyzed for the moment.

"I can hurt you in ways you probably can't even imagine. And I'm really really angry right now," Tech speaks, his calm tone of voice masking his state of mind.

But something about this calm way of saying these things is even more intimidating than if he had yelled at the man.

Tech shocks the man one more time.

"Well, a punishment is in order and also a warning," he says, shocking him again.

The smell of urine rises to Tech's nose; the man has peed himself.

"Oh good, I see we understand each other. So if you come near her again, scare her or even look at her the wrong way, I will slowly torture you to death"

Tech smiles and adds, "And I'm really very good at it. My mind is extraordinary, I know things about torture and pain, things that if you knew, would probably drive you insane."

Tech pulls a knife from his belt and places it on the chest of the man on the ground. He cuts off the buttons of his shirt, applies the blade and carves the word 'Abuser' deep into his skin. This would give a scar, a scar that would directly show any woman who ever got involved with him who she was dealing with.

"That's a bit middle-aged, but you act like it, so I guess it fits. In the old days, on some planets, people were marked that way, branded, so to speak. I think it's quite appropriate in this case."

Tech cleans his blade on the man's shirt and stands up. He looks down at his handiwork and says, "If you're thinking about going after her and me, or assaulting her with the help of others, go ahead. Just another reason to make good on my threats, of which I can barely restrain myself anyway. You'd be surprised how much backing Y/N and I have. She is no longer alone, if you hurt her, you will have to deal with me."

Crosshair

He is a very alert fellow, he notices immediately that you are tense. His hand automatically goes to the blaster on his belt and his gaze searches the surroundings.

He finally sees the one guy looking at you, who you also seem to be looking at. Crosshair has never seen you scared before, at least not like this.

He hears you say, "Can we leave again, please?"

He chews thoughtfully on his toothpick, but nods.

"Sure, Kitten."

Back at the Marauder, Crosshair takes Echo aside, he knows he's your best friend, and you open up to him more than him in many ways because you don't want to look weak in front of Crosshair. That's nonsense, of course, he likes being your protector and cares about you, he's just not as open with it as others.

Crosshair tells Echo what happened and asks him what he thinks.

"It could only have been her ex, as far as I know, that's the only person she's really afraid of," Echo speculates.

Crosshair frowns.

"Her ex is an abuser? She never told me that."

Echo scratches the back of his head and sighs, "She'd probably be pissed if she knew I told you. She doesn't want you to see her through different eyes, that's why she didn't tell you"

"Why would I see her differently because of that?"

Echo shrugs and says, "Those were her words, not mine."

Crosshair spits out his toothpick and pops another one in his mouth before asking, "How bad was it?"

Echo sighs heavily and says, "Very. It was mental and physically. He is a toxic sadist with a tendency to violence."

"Hmm"

"You are going to do something stupid, aren't you?"

"Of course"

You never find out what really happened, you just know that your ex will never cross your path again and no one else has ever seen him again after that evening.

Rex

He immediately notices that something is wrong. Quite the protector, he pushes you behind him, it's almost like a reflex, and searches the surroundings with his gaze. His behavior has attracted several pairs of curious eyes, so he can't tell for sure if you're being watched by someone in particular.

He murmurs questioningly to you, "What has frightened you so? What's wrong?" Without taking his eyes off the surroundings.

"Let's just go"

"Go where? Back? Why? Come on, Cyar'ika, talk to me. What's going on?"

"I'm scared and I want to go, isn't that enough?" you ask shakily.

Rex sighs but finally wants to give in. But as you turn and walk back, someone approaches you from behind. This person grabs your shoulder, but Rex intercepts his arm before he can touch you, twists it and forces the man to his knees.

"Who the hell are you!"

You feel paralyzed, staring at the image in front of you of Rex holding your ex at bay. It's a surreal image, but it's strangely comforting. This man had always seemed so dangerous and overpowering to you, but here and now you see that Rex, the man who loves and protects you, is more than a match for this person. This has a calming and somehow also gratifying effect.

"That's my ex-boyfriend," you say calmly.

Rex frowns. He tries to piece together all the circumstances. He realizes that your fear was because of this man, and his imagination goes crazy as he tries to figure out why. Rex pushes the man flat on the floor with a jerk, kneeling on his back to hold him down, his arm still twisted behind his back.

Rex looks up at you and asks, "You're afraid of him? He hurt you, didn't he?"

You nod silently. Admitting it is a strange feeling, but you trust Rex.

Rex turns the man onto his back, grabs him by the collar and presses him further onto the floor. Hovering over him, he says threateningly, "You made a real big mistake there."

"I can explain!"

"I don't need explanations from you, they're obsolete. You will now formally apologize to her, after which you will pack your things, leave this planet and never come back."

"But"

Rex squeezes.

"'But' is an inadmissible word"

"Okay! Okay! I'm sorry! I'm really sorry, I'm sorry for everything, I promise I won't come back, I promise I'll stay away"

Rex asks you, "Have his promises ever been worth anything?"

"No," you answer truthfully, "But right here, right now, he might be telling the truth for the first time."

Indeed, you never see him again. Rex is determined, should that ever change, to make sure he never gets the chance to break his promises again.

Maul

He senses your restlessness in the Force. He frowns in surprise; he is actually not used to fear from you, especially not to this extent. His gaze wanders in the direction you are looking, and he discovers the man who awakens this fear in you.

Maul doesn't think long, with the force chokehold, he grabs the person and pulls him out of the crowd towards him. The people hastily retreat to safety, not wanting to have anything to do with what is happening.

Your heart races. You're not surprised at how quickly Maul spotted it and picked out the right person. You know how observant he can be.

He forgoes many words, it's enough for him that you are afraid, it's enough for him how deep and intimate this fear is that he feels emanating from you. No words are exchanged, no questions asked or threats made. He breaks the neck of the man with the Force and lets him fall dead to the ground. After that, he gently grabs your hand as if nothing had happened. It's a surreal feeling, but you feel safe at his side, not questioning Maul's actions.

He leads you away from the market, to a quieter area.

You look at each other. You can hardly withstand his penetrating gaze, but he puts a finger under your chin and gently lifts it. You're grateful and terrified, at the same time, at what's happened.

"You will never have to fear this man again. You will never have to fear anyone again, I will make sure of that."

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Pt.7: Stifling priorities

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With an amused smile on your lips, you watch how Jimin's head whips around in surprise when he reads your message. His eyes scan the crowd of drunk students that formed on the improvised dance floor in the middle of the living room in an almost overly eager attempt to spot you, but you're purposely standing in a part of the room that's just dark enough to hide you from his view. It's funny, really. It didn't even take you a minute to find him after you walked in.

Your eyes were immediately drawn to him, like it's the most natural thing in the world and you wonder if it's because of his stunning looks that have most girls instantly pining after him, or if it's actually because of the way he makes you feel. You bite the inside of your cheek at the thought. Suddenly, you're not so sure if it was the best decision to show up here. The girl he made out with just a few moments ago leans over to say something in his ear, probably asking what's going on, but slowly takes a step back when he dismisses her with a quick shake of his head.

She's beautiful, you notice. Her curves are something out of a fashion magazine and her flawless skin is almost glowing under the dim lighting of the room. Comparing yourself to her could make even you insecure and you can't help but shift subconsciously when she runs a hand through her long hair, exposing more of her cleavage in the process. Even though you don't like to admit it, it's flattering that Jimin's ignoring someone like her for you. The moment Jimin's searching eyes turn in your direction, you panic and hurriedly look down at your phone to distract him with another text. Not that you’re trying to avoid him or anything, it’s just… you are.

You don’t know why you even agreed to showing up in the first place. You’re really not the biggest fan of loud and crowded places and the smell of alcohol mixed with sweat and underlying traces of vomit makes your stomach churn in an unpleasant way. Not even your best friend of fourteen years has usually much luck with convincing you to go to parties like this, but with Jimin asking in his slightly pouty and clingy way you just didn’t have it in you to say no.

The second you saw Jimin having fun on his own with some random girl though, you regretted your decision instantly. You’re not jealous, of course. You don’t have any reason nor right to be. But the fact that you actually felt bad for rejecting his invitation and fought yourself out of the comfort of your fluffy blanket in favor of meeting him, just for him to spend his time shoving his tongue down another girl’s throat makes you mad at yourself for even caring.

Despite your first instinct to turn on your heels and leave to go back to the cozy blanket fort waiting for you at home, you find yourself more interested in Jimin’s reactions and patiently stand there, waiting for his next move. It really makes no sense to you how persistent he is with wanting to see you. The girl was literally just five seconds from shoving her hand down his pants and yet here he is, asking you where you are.

You’re not at all insecure about your looks when it comes to the possibility of guys being attracted to you, in fact, you know you could be considered pretty by most standards. But from Jimin’s point of view, with a beautiful girl almost begging for his attention, it’s hard to imagine you being his number one priority right now. Especially since you already told him you’re not interested in fooling around. Is he trying to prove a point? He must be, right? Maybe your rejection hurt his ego and now he wants to show you he's worth your time by putting you over his next potential one-night-stand.

Sad thing is, it's actually working. You can't help but to be impressed by the effort he puts into wooing you, despite the fact that you told him the only thing you want from him is his friendship. There's something about him that intrigues you and you want to slap yourself for the warmth spreading on your cheeks every time he says or does something unexpectedly sweet, catching you off guard with his bluntness.

It’s far more difficult to put a stop to his flirting than you originally thought it would be and, allowing yourself to be completely honest for a second, you enjoy having his eyes on you every once in a while. Maybe you should cut him some slack and go on a date with him? That way, you’ll be able to prove to him that you’re not a good choice for a love interest. Even if you do end up sleeping with him, at least he’ll probably be satisfied with winning you over and you both can finally treat each other as friends.

Woah... were you... actually just thinking that? No. No way in hell. You can't let that happen. You're just friends. He might be cute and you might be a little more attracted to him than you want to admit but who can blame you? He's gorgeous and so much fun to be around and you both just seem to get each other, like you've been friends for ages when in reality, it's only been a few days. It's just a little crush because he's giving you attention, that's it. You won't let it sway you in a decision you made years ago just because he makes your heart flutter from time to time.

You're not meant to be with someone like him, in any way, and he'll have to accept it sooner or later. No dates. No fucking. No attachment. Period. Honestly, it shouldn’t even bother you this much. He’s a cute fuckboy looking for a good time and while it seems unusual to you how invested he is in getting to know you, he’s probably like this with everyone.

Shaking your head at your own ridiculous thoughts, you grin to yourself as you read Jimin’s last message before you start walking in the general direction of where you believe the kitchen to be. Your eyes casually scan the crowd around you in search for familiar faces while you’re trying to coordinate your way through the mass of socalizing students. Suji and Taehyung should be around here somewhere.

God, Suji is going to complain about you not telling her you’d come here as soon as she sees you, you just know it. You reject her most of the time when she offers to go out partying, so you probably won’t hear the end of it for a while. Still, you can’t just leave without at least checking up on how she’s doing. You’re here now anyway, so you’re going to make the most of the night.

It amazes you every time how many people are able to fit into the smallest of places when it comes to free alcohol and the chances of potential hook-ups. There’s even more students once you enter the kitchen and you have to gently shove your way up to the counter, apologizing from time to time when your hands accidentally touch body parts they’re definitely not supposed to touch. ‘Y/N?!’ A low voice suddenly sounds from somewhere to your right.

Thankfully, the booming music coming from the next room is somewhat subdued through the walls, so you don’t have to scream while talking and hearing your name being called you turn in surprise. After searching around for a moment you spot Taehyung only a few meters away, trying to get a better look at you over the heads of the people between you by standing on his tiptoes. Once you make eye contact, he excitedly waves at you and starts to make his way over to wrap his arms around you in a warm hug that you immediately return.

‘It really is you! I’m so glad you made it! Did you just come?’ The bright smile he gives you makes you grin as well and you automatically reach up to ruffle his hair with one hand before nodding at his question. ‘Yeah, I just came. I was actually looking for you to say hi! You know where Suji is?’ He grins even wider at your response and pulls you closer to his chest when someone pushes past you two. ‘Knowing her she’s probably off dancing somewhere. Want me to come with you to look for her?’ Shaking your head no with a smile, you point behind you instead. ‘I’m gonna get a drink first. Care to join me?’

As expected, there’s no need to ask Taehyung twice. He pulls you after him to your new set destination and grabs a clean solo cup on his way before pausing to look at you expectantly. Realizing what he’s waiting for, you just shrug and wave in the general direction of all the different bottles scattered around. ‘Surprise me,’ you say and while he turns his attention to his task at hand, you hop onto the counter, letting your legs dangle lazily as you wait for your friend to hand you your drink.

Your right wrist slightly protests from the pressure you put on it when you jumped up and you subconsciously reach up to massage it with your free hand to ease the familiar ache. ‘Did you see Jeonggukie already?’ Looking up from the ripped material of your jeans, you nod at the question and give the man next to you an amused grin.

‘Jup, he’s the one who let me in. I felt kind of bad because the present I got him was pretty much last minute but he said he liked it, so I guess we’re good.’ The acting major laughs at your answer and comes over to lean next to you against the counter, his elbows resting on it’s surface. ‘I think you’re the only one who actually got him a gift. Half of the people here probably don’t even know Gguk. They’re just here for the fun.’ You furrow your eyebrows at that but then shrug and accept the cup Taehyung holds out to you. Taking a sip, you hum in approval of Taehyung’s choice when the sweet tasting liquid leaves a pleasant burn at the back of your throat.

You’re able to talk for maybe another minute before one of Taehyung’s many friends from around campus shows up to start a conversation with him out of nowhere. After listening in for a bit, you realize what they’re saying is not really your business but you’re also not in the mood to go and search for Suji yet, so you find yourself scrolling through your phone instead. You’re so caught up in what you’re doing, you don’t even notice the arms sneaking around your waist until you’re being pulled forward to the edge of the counter. Gasping in surprise at the sudden movement, you let your hands find purchase on the firm chest in front of you, your phone falling into your lap in the process.

It takes you a second to realize what’s happening but when you finally look up, ready to give the guy a piece of your mind for touching you without your permission, the words immediately die in your throat. Jimin smiles so brightly his eyes form into little crescendents and you go soft at the adorable sight instantly. He carefully places his hands on either side of your hips before slowly leaning in to murmur in your ear. ‘Found you, princess.’

The husky tone of his voice sends a pleasant shiver down your spine and you take your time to come up with a response, just to make sure your own voice won’t fail you once you speak up. When he draws back to look at you, his lips are pulled into a knowing smirk. The dancer slightly squeezes your hips in a teasing manner and steps closer to stand in between your parted legs, obviously growing more confident since you don't seem to mind his touch on you.

You hate how smug he looks because of your reaction but you can’t deny that you’re happy he actually came to see you, so you decide not to comment on it for now. ‘You sound awfully happy right now,’ you say instead and raise one eyebrow in question when he nods enthusiastically, the cute smile from before making it’s way back onto his features.

‘Well, that’s because I am. I thought I wouldn’t be able to see you tonight but now you’re here. Did you change your mind because of me?’ There’s an alarm going off in your head at the question and you know you shouldn’t give him any reason to think his opinion matters to you in some way, but seeing the anticipation flickering in his eyes you can’t bring yourself to just blatantly lie to him. God, he’s going to be the death of you someday.

‘You seemed genuinely disappointed when I said I wouldn’t come and I guess I kinda did promise you to show up. I hate to go back on my word, that’s why I decided to come’, you answer truthfully. Jimin’s eyes soften at your words and once again, you find yourself wondering what he might be thinking. His hands casually slide from your hips down to your hands still resting on his chest and you watch in silence as you let him intertwine his fingers with yours. 'That's more than enough for now,' he mumbles with a fond smile grazing his plump lips.

You’re both quiet for a moment, just looking down at your interlaced hands while Jimin gently brushes his thumbs over your knuckles one at a time. The gesture feels oddly intimate for some reason and not knowing what has gotten into him, you hesitantly squeeze Jimin’s hands to get him to stop when it becomes too much. He immediately lets up his movements but he doesn't let go, just gazes up at you through strands of his hair.

Your heart jumps in an unwelcome and irritating way at the intense look in his eyes and when he suddenly opens his mouth to say something, you shake your head so softly it's almost not visible. You don't even know what you're trying to tell him yourself, but Jimin seems to understand nonetheless. He tilts his head to one side to observe you for a bit before he gives you a reassuring smile and loosens his grip on your fingers to place his hands back on both sides of your waist.

And just like that the flirtatious smirk is back on Jimin's features, making you question if the last few minutes even happened in the first place. 'Come dance with me, y/n~' The suggestive tone of his voice has you bashfully rolling your eyes at him before he’s even done talking. Before you can dismiss his idea though, he already pulls you further against him in an attempt to get you to stand up and your body immediately goes stiff underneath his teasing grip.

Sensing something is off, he furrows his eyebrows in confusion and regards you with a sceptical look. 'Sorry, it's just... I don't dance. Let's do something else instead?' You offer and the boy chuckles in amusement. 'You're not feeling shy, are you? Don't worry if you're not the best on the dance floor. It's about having fun anyway and with me next to you, there's no way you'll look bad.' His cocky attitude has you dying to tell him just exactly how wrong his assumption about your dancing skills is, but you have a feeling that he most definitely won't let you talk yourself out of it if he knows.

So instead you just click your tongue in fake defiance and slap his shoulder with one hand playfully. 'Oh no, you got it all wrong. I can dance. I just don't do it.' Jimin bites his bottom lip to suppress a smile when you pout at him and you notice him mindlessly tugging at the hem of your shirt, but it's so innocent you don't really feel the need to call him out for it. 'Is what all people say who can't dance,' the blonde retorts and you snort in disbelief at his cheekiness.

'You seem to be so sure of yourself there, Jimin.' The teasing edge to your voice doesn't go unnoticed by him and something flashes in his eyes, a wide grin spreading over his face. 'Prove me wrong, then.' It's dangerous how easily you find yourself wanting to please him, you think. Things that scared you for the longest time seem so harmless with him encouraging you to do them.

All it takes is his sweet voice asking you to dance and suddenly, instead of dreading the thought of going out there and letting your body remember all the movements you've been so desperately trying to forget over the last three years, you actually find yourself considering it. You know you're going to enjoy it, after all. Even if just for tonight.

The moment of weakness is gone almost as quickly as it came though and so you slowly move back to sit as far away from the edge of the counter as Jimin's hold on your waist allows you to, ignoring the sad puppy dog eyes he sends your way. 'You're making it sound like I should feel the need to prove you wrong. I know I can dance. Whether you believe me or not is not really my problem.' The man in front of you groans in defeat at your answer and immediately steps forward to close the distance you just created between you both.

'Alright, you win. No dancing for now. Maybe later, though?' The cute pout that forms on his lips while he's saying it makes you smile involuntarily and you don't even realize you're trying to comfort him by brushing your hand through his soft hair until he subtly leans into your touch to feel more of it. 'Yeah... maybe later,' you agree, well aware that there most likely won't be a later at all. Jimin goes back to observing you for another minute, as if trying to understand what's going on inside your head. There's an unreadable expression on his face and you shift awkwardly under his calculating gaze when his eyes never once leave yours for even a second.

'So...' he says to break the silence before it starts to feel uncomfortable. 'Is there a reason you don't want to do it? Dance, I mean. Or are you just trying to avoid touching me, because you know how it'll make you feel, hmm?' Jimin lets his hands slide down your waist to rest them on both your thighs instead as if trying to further emphasize his point and you bite the inside of your cheek in thought before nodding slightly.

'That's certainly one reason.' Your honesty obviously catches him off guard for a moment, if the surprise written all over his face serves as any kind of indication. Shrugging nonchalantly at his raised eyebrows you poke his nose with your index finger, making him scrunch his face cutely, before placing your hands on his shouders to relax a bit more in his hold.

'Well... it's been a long time since I last danced, you know? And I promised myself back then that I wouldn't do it anymore. Ever.' Tilting his head to one side he waits for you to continue but when you don’t speak up again he sighs and starts to softly massage your thighs in silent comfort. His fingers slip underneath the cuts of your jeans and when you don’t push him away he lets them brush over your sensitive skin almost coyly. 'Were you embarrassed?' The sympathy coloring his words melts you heart.

You tenderly lean your forhead against his and close your eyes to simply enjoy his warmth for a moment without thinking. Were you embarrassed? Well, telling your teacher of fifteen years that you would have to give up on your scholarship because your bones will slowly but surely degenerate to the point where you won’t even be able to stand by probably the end of fourty was kind of embarrassing. Although, more humiliating if you’re being honest. 'Something like that,' you say with a chuckle before reculantly leaning back again to look at him.

'Mhm... I think I get it. I'm always free for you if you decide to try again, though! Maybe you're just in need of the right partner, who knows?’ There’s an almost childlike innocence in the way he says it, completely different from what you would have expected those words to sound like coming from him. Jimin’s smile widens when you move to brush some loose strands of hair out of his face and start to lovingly pat his head afterward as if to reward him for his words. You roll your eyes at him, an amused smile playing on your own lips as well. 'Thanks Chim, I really appreciate it.'

The grip on your legs suddenly tightens after what you just said. Surprised by the unexpected display of possessiveness you raise an eyebrow at him in question. 'What?' The man in front of you is silent for a while and just looks at you with a small grin on his face that slowly stretches into a self-satisfied smirk.

'You gave me a pet name, princess! Guess I’m finally starting to get under skin after all.' The confidence radiating off of him makes you let out a huff in faked annoyance. Cheeky bastard. He’s getting too comfortable around you far too quickly for your liking. And so are you. Shit. If you keep giving him opportunities to tease you like this, you’ll never get him to lose interest.

'Why of course. I'm absolutely smitten,' you shoot back, determined to let your voice sound as sarcastic as you possibly can in hopes of irritating him, but he just smirks wider. Seriously, how are you supposed to not fall for him if he’s so frustratingly handsome all the damn time? This is ridiculous. What on earth do you have to do to get him to stop flirting with you for fuck’s sake? Tell him you’re gay? Commit a crime? Show him a picture of your brother and pretend he’s your boyfriend? Because you’re so close to actually giving it a shot if there’s a chance that it’s going to work.

Jimin hums in content as if he doesn’t notice the displeased grimace you make at him. 'Well, if you don't wanna dance with me...' He suddenly leans in even closer until his nose softly brushes against yours and the amused glint in his dark eyes tells you he’s probably up to something silly. One of his hands leaves your thigh to reach behind you but when you open your mouth to ask what he’s doing, he’s already leaning back to hold your cup out to you. ‘… then you should at least drink with me.'

Sighing in defeat, you take the cup from him and take a large sip without complaint before handing it back to him in invitation. If he’s trying to get you drunk enough so you’ll agree to dance with him, then you’re definitely going to return the favor. The tips of his fingers brush against your knuckles when he takes the cup from your hand, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine in the process. Turning the cup in his hand as if thinking about something he guides it to his plump lips after a moment, his eyes never leaving you and you have to stop yourself from fidgeting with how flustered it makes you for some stupid reason.

'Ohhh that's an indirect kiss, guys!' The sudden voice makes you jump a bit in surprise and when you look in the direction of where it came from, you see Taehyung walking up to you with a big grin on his face. Jimin chuckles at his words before he greets his best friend with a pat on his shoulder instead of their usual hug, not bothering to leave his position between your thighs. Amused by the confident smirk he’s wearing because of the kissing comment, you click your tongue and casually wrap your legs around his waist, making Jimin snap his head back to you, puzzled.

'That's probably the closest he'll ever get to touching my lips with his, so I guess I'll let him feel good about it,' you say dryly while you cross your ankles behind him to cage him in. He stares at you with his mouth standing slightly open from surprise at your sudden change of attitude and you definitely see him blush a bit when you look up to observe his face. He’s quick to recover though, sliding his arms around you to pull you into him even more only a few seconds later. 'Is it just me or did you sound less sure about yourself than last time?' The dancer grins at you with his bottom lip caught between his teeth and you would find it endearing if not for the husky tone of his voice.

You both look at each other in amusement until Taehyung clears his throat to get your attention. ‘You guys wanna be alone for a minute or are we gonna go over and play some games?’ The knowing look your fellow actor throws your way makes you shrug your shoulders casually. ‘Sure, lets go. I need to find Suji anyway.’ Jimin reculantly takes a step back when you unwrap your legs from around his waist and tap one of his arms to get him to move. You let him help you get off the counter and don’t complain when he silently wraps his arm around you as you follow your shared friend into the living room.

With Taehyung by your side, it doesn’t take long until you’re involved in half the drinking games going on at the party. Normally, you’re pretty decent when it comes to holding your liquor, but even you need to sit back and take a break every now and then with the amount of cups that are handed out your way. Somewhere along the lines Suji joins the fun as well, bringing friends of her own with her. She’s far too gone to make a fuss over you being there and for once, you thank your lucky stars for her inability to hold herself back at parties.

You’re actually enjoying yourself more than you originally thought you would. Being able to relax and goof around with your two best friends like this, you’re suddenly glad you decided to come. It’s been a while since you’ve seen them drunk and you make a mental note to maybe come with them a bit more often in the future. For blackmail purposes, of course. Jimin doesn’t leave your side for the whole length of the night and with time you even start missing the warmth of his touch when he has to drop his arm from around you in favor of his turn at a game. It’s just the slight buzz in your head that has you clinging to him like this. Being tipsy always makes you a bit needy. That’s what you tell yourself, anyway.

A few hours in and now you’re all sprawled out on the couches on one side of the living room to take a break from drinking. You’re leaning against Jimin’s side while scrolling through your phone, your head resting on his shoulder and his hand casually resting on your thigh. Feeling your eyes getting a little droopy you finally decide it's time for you to leave. It's far too comfortable being cuddled up to Jimin like this and you don't want to risk falling asleep at someone else's dorm.

Poking at his leg lazily to get his attention, you're just about to warn Jimin that you want to get up when suddenly a random girl comes up to where you guys are sitting. You squint your eyes at her in concentration, feeling like you should know her from somewhere. Maybe she's one of Suji's classmates? She asks if someone wants to join her on the dance floor since most of her friends are too wasted to go and you don't miss the way Jimin slightly perks up beside you at the question.

And as you would have expected, Suji is up on her feet in seconds at the prospect of dancing, although she's already swaying a bit from jumping up so fast. You roll your eyes at her antics with a fond smile. ‘Hell yeah! I’m in, guys let’s go go go,’ she slurs and grabs Hoseok’s arm to drag him after her to the dance floor giddily, without even waiting for anyone else to join in. Her friend just lets her do as she pleases and stumbles after her with a surprised laugh.

The stranger giggles cutely at her enthusiasm and then looks back over to your spot on the couch as if hoping you’ll agree as well. You observe her out of the corner of your eyes while taking a sip off your drink and finally notice it’s the same girl you saw dancing with Jimin when you first came to the dorms. ‘What about you guys?’ She bites her lip while shyly watching Jimin for his reaction and it’s more than obvious the question is only meant for him, not you. You chuckle in amusement and smirk at her knowingly before slightly pushing the dancer in her direction.

‘Sure, he’s free right now,’ you answer for him, making the blonde look at you in bewilderment. ‘I am?’ He raises an eyebrow at you in confusion and repositions himself next to you on the couch as if to prove your statement wrong. Rolling your eyes at him, you playfully nudge his shoulder with yours before nodding your head. ‘I’m not blind, you know? You’ve been waiting for a chance to go back to dancing for hours now and we both know I won’t do you the favor. I think I’m gonna call it a night anyway. Just go and have fun with her. She really wants to.’

It’s not actually the prospect of them dancing what you’re referring to and judging from the look in his eyes, he knows it too. There’s something about the way he stares at you that you can’t quite place. He almost looks… disappointed about your casual reaction to the possibility of him leaving with another girl. ‘Then what about you?’ Narrowing your gaze at his question you tilt your head to one side, not really understanding what he’s getting at. ‘What about me?’

Jimin’s jaw visibly tightens in irritation and you don't need to be an empath to realize that he's getting impatient with you. You subconsciously press your thighs together when you see something similar to anger flash in his dark eyes for a second. ‘You drank quite a bit and your apartment is a few blocks away. So if you want me to leave you here, I need to know someone else is bringing you home or I’m going to do it myself.’

The concern coloring his voice catches you off guard. You didn't even think about asking someone to walk you home because you're usually the one who gets called at three in the morning to play taxi driver, not the other way around. There's a knot forming inside your throat when you realize Jimin actually cares for your well-being and you lick your lips absentmindedly while you think of something to say. ‘It’s not like I’m too drunk to walk by myself or anything…’, is the first thing you can come up with in your slightly hazy state but the warning squeeze of Jimin’s hand on your knee shuts you up instantly. When the fuck did he even put it there? And why is it suddenly so hot in here?

Your breath hitches when he grabs your face with one hand carefully to make you look at him and you curse yourself for being so pliant under his touch. Maybe you’re really more intoxicated than you originally thought. Jimin leans in close until you can feel his warm breath on your slightly sweaty skin and he scoffs, unamused, when you try to squirm away from the attention. ‘It’s enough to have you slurring your words, so don’t argue with me here, princess.’

Mumbling something that’s supposed to sound like an apology, you bite your bottom lip in thought and look up into his eyes before you wrap your fingers around his wrist in determination to get him to loosen his grip on your chin. After hesitating for a moment he finally backs off and you almost sigh in relief when the distance he puts in between you two makes you feel like you can breathe again.

Looking to the side to avoid Jimin’s piercing eyes, you spot Taehyung and Seokjin cuddled up on one of the other couches and a victorious smile spreads on your lips. ‘Don’t worry about me. Seokjin will take me home. His apartment is in the same area as mine anyway.’ Jimin follows your gaze over to your shared friends and looking back at him you see the gears turning in his head, as if he’s searching for another reason to disagree with you again.

‘It’s really fine, you know?’ You try again and when his gaze shifts between you and the still patiently waiting girl a few feet away, you know he’s done arguing. ‘Text me when you get home, alright?’ The strained tone of his voice doesn't allow any disagreement and so you just nod your head and lean in to give him an appreciative hug. He hugs you back twice as hard before he leaves a kiss on your forhead and leans back to look at you with a smile. 'Take care, y/n.'

'You too,' you mumble while he stands up to walk over to the girl waiting for him, whose smile is so wide you think her jaw is going to fall off any second. Sighing to yourself, you ignore the strange feeling in your chest while you watch Jimin put an arm around her waist on their way to the dance floor. And if you regret your choice to send him off with some random girl instead of letting him take you home, well, nobody else is ever going to know that.

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