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starbuckie · 5 years ago

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𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

challenge: the cbc 1k writing challenge by @captainscanadian

prompt: “do you treat all your hookups like this?”

pairing: carter baizen x reader

words: 4.7k words

warnings: fluff, angst, assault, swearing, some degrading comments, and implications of the sexy times

summary: waling up next to one of New York’s most eligible bachelors brings on a lot more than what you expected.

a/n: what’s up y’all! i’ve essentially been dead for the past two weeks, but i’m back! i lost motivation for a bit, but i feel a lot better now, and what better way to come back then a little carter baizen? i ended up writing a lot more than originally intended, but i like the way it turned out. anyways, enjoy, and thank you for all of your support<3

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As you awoke with a long stretch and yawn, memories of the previous night had you smiling like an idiot. Sunlight streamed from the half-closed blinds of your windows and the smell of coffee wafted to your room from the kitchen. You grabbed your lover’s dress shirt from off the floor and slipped a pair of satin slippers on your feet.

The night before had been amazing. It had started with a beach reception when you had finally caught his eye. The two of you had been playing a game of cat and mouse during the whole wedding, only giving lustful stares and shy smiles, but when you finally had a hold of each other, your night only got better. The rest of the night had the sounds of only tearing clothes, pants, and moans.

Snapping out of your sweet reverie, you stared at the man in your kitchen. His bare back was faced towards you, giving a great view of his shifting muscles while he made pancakes. A bowl of mixed berries were laid out on the table, along with strawberry syrup and mugs of Peruvian coffee. “Do you treat all of your hookups like this, Baizen?”

Carter, finally noticing your presence, turned around and gave you a heartwarming smile. He flipped the last few pancakes over and walked over to wrap his arms around your waist. Burying his face into the crook of your neck, he mumbled, “Haha, cute joke. After everything we’ve been through babygirl, this was definitely not a hookup. And I only treat my favorite person like this, so eat up.” He gestured towards the food on the table and with a quick kiss to your lips, turned his attention back to the pancakes.

You sat in one of the chairs and took a sip of steaming coffee and looked out of the ceiling to floor windows surrounding the room. The New York City skyline would never get old from this view, no matter how long you and Carter had had this penthouse. Sighing, you looked down at your left hand, the sun casting light on the diamond on your fourth finger.

You had been engaged for only six months, but it didn’t feel like anything new. At the age of 33, you didn’t feel any different than you did ten years before or even ten before that. Hell, you always knew that you would be Carter’s friend, but one drunken night had changed that very quickly.

As your fiance joined you at the table, he set a plate of warm pancakes in front of you. Sure, he could have had your housekeeper, Marybeth do it for him, but he also liked pampering you himself. Together, you sat in silence and stared out the windows. Carter tore his eyes away from the city to study your face. He would never understand how after twenty years of friendship, it ended with him finding his one love and putting a ring on your finger.

“Hey, baby?” He asked, and you hummed and met his gaze. “How’d we even get here?”

You smirked and replied with, “Well, I walked from the bedroom, but I don’t know about you?”

“Don’t be cheeky,” he said, pinching your elbow. You swatted his hand away and smiled. “Anyway, what I meant to say before I was so rudely interrupted, was how did I end up with the most beautiful girl on the Upper East Side?”

“Well, if I recall, it started with me being fed up with your stupid ass, and you finally confessing that you had been madly in love with me since we were thirteen.”

“And I still am.” He moved towards you to place his lips on yours. “You’re mine now, baby.” You grinned against his lips and went to sit on his lap.

“Mr. Baizen, you’ve had me from the moment I laid eyes on you. With that cute little schoolboy outfit, and your hair! Oh god, remember-”

With a playful glare, he cut you off as you giggled. “We do not need to talk about my middle school style, fiancee, but I will gladly talk about when I fell in love with you.”

“That sounds good.” You smiled at each other and went back down memory lane, into your long, long, shared history.

20 YEARS EARLIER

Looking in the mirror, your maid had finished tailoring your school uniform. When she deemed you presentable she scurried out of the room to help your mother, and you immediately went to call your best friend.

“Carter, are you ready for our first day? We’re finally in eighth grade. Next year I’ll be headed off to Constance and you’ll be going to St. Judes, and there’s gonna be a whole ton of hot guys-”

Your friend’s chuckles were heard through the phone. “Y/N, we haven’t even begun the first day yet.”

“Yes, I know, but we’ll be one step closer to the best years of our lives!” Your mom’s voice called you from downstairs. Oh crap. Only the Lord knew that Andrea L/N did NOT want to be kept waiting. “Okay, my mom’s coming, but we’re coming to pick you up right now. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

“See ya soon, Y/N.” You smiled at his voice and responded.

“See ya soon, Baizen.” You hung up the phone and ran to your vanity. Making sure your mascara wasn’t smudged while you had dressed, you spritzed on the Chanel perfume you had stolen from your mother's room. Truth be told, you only dressed up for Carter, but you would never tell him that.

His parents were two of New York’s socialites, famous and wealthy, so they got along well with your parents. Though your dad didn’t pay too much attention to you, your mother made sure you kept up with your grades and social life. She was always the shoulder to cry on, offering you wisdom and advice. Not to mention, but your mom was a fantastic shoe designer. She was truly the greatest woman you knew. The two of you grew up closely with his sister Caroline, from the time you were babies to now. Caroline had gone to a boarding school in France in the fifth grade, but that didn't tear your friendship, and only made it stronger. However, while you stay poised and polite, Carter had always had a bit of a bad boy streak. Albeit, he was charming and sweet, sometimes too much for his own good, but the two of you were opposites. Yin and yang. Sun and moon. At the age of thirteen he was the Upper East Side’s darling sweet-talker, who had girls and boys alike fawning over him.

Including you.

You never realized when you had started developing feelings for your friend, but it was a huge shock to you. It helped that he was cute as hell, but you got to see the sweet side of him, that was respectful and caring. He always made sure you were comfortable and happy, giving you a small sliver of hope that he liked you back. You always helped him, whether it was being a wingwoman, or giving him schoolwork, you were always there at his beck and call.

The next seven years were absolutely painful for you, however. In high school, he charmed the skirt off of every single girl at Constance, and constantly blew you off for hookups and dates. When he was cut off and went to travel the world, you called him to make sure he was okay, though he always seemed fine to you. You stuck with him through everything, and the more you went on, you barely knew the man who claimed to be your best friend.

Dating Serena was the last straw. You were twenty-one, studying political science and business to hopefully one day become a lawyer. Your father had disapproved of your majors, but your mom fully supported you.

Sighing and putting your textbook away, you stood up and went to put something on for the party you were invited to. Normally, you would have stayed in your NYU dorm, but Carter had miraculously managed to get you to leave, claiming you needed to meet his girlfriend, who you didn’t know at the time. You grumpily slipped on a champagne sequin dress, and grabbed your white stilettos to match. After hailing a cab, you were off to Blair Waldorf’s house, unknowingly driving to the end of you and Carter’s friendship.

You had to admit that the party wasn’t half bad. Blair certainly knew how to decorate, and it wasn’t hard to believe, considering her mother was the infamous designer, Eleanor Waldorf. You bumped into a lot of old classmates from your high school years, and grudgingly exchanged greetings. When you finally found Carter, he had his arm slipped around the waist of a pretty blonde, making your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. He turned around, and let out a smile that normally would have made you happy, but instead filled you with dread.

“Y/N! You made it! This is Serena Van der Woodsen.” As you went in to hug your friend, you were stopped by none other than Serena's hand stuck out for you to shake.

“Hi, it’s so nice to meet you, Y/N. I’ve heard so much about you.” You stared into her blue eyes, and were immediately filled with envy and irritation.

You had no right to be mad. You knew Carter could date whoever he wanted, but at this point you didn’t care. Exhausted, you started to yell at the couple.

“Really, Carter? You go off to travel some other goddamn countries and come back to date a high schooler? A child? Who the hell do you think you are?” The entire room went silent, all of their attention focused solely on the college girl who went crazy. Serena stared at you, absolutely dumbfounded. As she came to her senses and started to yell back, Carter stopped her.

“Y/N, let’s go outside,” he gritted out. His eyes were burning red, and you could tell he was furious, which was never a good thing.

However, at this point your emotions were so heightened that it rivaled his anger. Once the two of you were outside the building, he started lecturing you. “What the fuck was that, L/N? I introduce you to my girlfriend, and you start yelling at her. You have no control over who I date, and you have absolutely zero right to insult them. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

He knew he had hit a sore spot there. He knew your deepest insecurities, how you were self-conscious about your body, and how you were saving yourself for the one. No one had ever looked at you throughout high school, and even if they had, you would’ve been too blinded by Carter to see any of them. He had always had you wrapped around his finger.

You chuckled mirthlessly. “You are such an asshole, Baizen. I have been there for you for years. I was always there to make sure you had done your homework, I looked after you, I fucking lied for you. I have done everything for you, and for fucking what?”

“So you yell at my girlfriend? I never knew you could stoop so fucking low, Y/N.” He glared at you, on the verge of tears, and saw that your face was already wet as well. “Oh, poor you. Cries whenever someone raises their voice at them. You had no right to say those things about her. What are you, jealous?”

Your heart stopped beating in your chest. It was the longest five seconds of your life, as tears ran down your face in hot paths, and he stared at you, for once, not knowing what to say.

“You are.” His gaze turned sympathetic. “Wait, Y/N, I never knew-”

“It doesn’t matter, Carter,” you yelled, “I don’t fucking care anymore. I’m not gonna go on loving you, because it’s never gonna happen and I can’t sit around to wait for you. I’m done.” With that, you left, his last memory of you stomping off into the streets of Manhattan at midnight.

PRESENT

“That wasn’t my best moment exactly.” You cringed, face flaming from your actions that had taken place that night.

Carter placed his hand on your jaw and rubbed your cheekbone. “It wasn’t your fault, I was kind of an idiot. But in a way, I’m kind of grateful, because that really woke me up to what was happening outside of that little bubble I was in. It made me see what I had lost, and remember that it was you who finally saved me from the hole I was digging myself farther into. You were my hero. Still are.”

You grinned bashfully. “But then we ended up seeing each other two years later at that other party.”

“Oh god, the party,” he smirked, “we had some fun then, didn’t we?”

“I can’t remember, we were both drunk as fuck.”

10 YEARS AGO

The last two years had changed you. You had still focused on school and kept up with your studies, but the old Y/N was no more. Carter Baizen had ruined your life, and now you were just getting a taste of what you had missed out on in high school. A barrier surrounded your heart, with the one rule of no man staying in your bed for more than a night. You had a reputation to uphold, of course. Every social event now had your name on the attending list, and guys were lining up at your feet for a night with you. Your hair was longer, the clothes you wore out flashier and your style rivaled that of Serena Van der Woodsen’s. You were unattainable and everyone knew your name.

Your father’s private jet flew in on the evening of December twentieth. Merula, your family’s maid, helped carry your bags from the jet and your mom greeted you with tons of hugs and kisses. However, that didn’t last very long, as you had a party to attend. Going up to your old room, you took a quick, yet luxurious bath, and went to fix yourself up. Your old closet was still intact, and you were happy to know that the short red dress you had bought five years before still fit you. After you slipped on the dress and your black heels, you curled your hair in loose waves, and swiped on some dark red lipstick.

You were dead set on getting laid tonight. But then again, when weren’t you?

With a goodnight call to your mom, you ran out to the limo waiting outside your family’s penthouse. Giving the driver the address, you pulled your compact mirror from your Valentino clutch. Flawless. Like any other night. Paying attention to your looks was now tiring. And this life was lonely. You hadn’t had any friends besides Carter at the beginning, but now you were truly by yourself.

Carter. You hadn’t thought about him in a long time. In your furious haze after the incident two years ago, you blocked him on all forms of social media, and ignored any headlines from Gossip Girl including his name. It was lonely, naturally, but you had enough men filling your bed to avoid you from the empty void in your chest. The void that was filled with whispers telling you to apologize, to call him, to take him back, because the truth was that you missed him like hell.

The party was full of college kids, neatly dressed in the chandelier-lit room. Ugh. So far you couldn’t see any lookers. A couple of guys who looked like they were in their late twenties were eyeing you up from the corner, and grabbing a flute of bubbly champagne, you headed in their direction, licking your lips. As you crossed the room, you could feel more eyes on you but you didn’t dare look at them. No, you liked being in charge, controlling the room. Heels clicking against the marble floor, you blatantly checked out the tall blonde in the middle. He was pretty handsome. Cropped hair, a muscular frame, and electric blue eyes that kind of reminded you of Carter.

Stop thinking about him, go get laid.

You stopped in front of him. “Hey, pretty boy. Can I get your name?”

He wasn’t even fazed by your flagrant introduction. You were absolutely shameless, and though you received glares from the other women in the room, you couldn’t have cared less. “I’m Steve. What’s your name, beautiful?”

You opened your mouth to speak and Steve’s eyes widened as he saw the figure that shouted out your name, abruptly stopping you. “Y/N?”

Freezing, you prayed that it wasn’t him. His voice that haunted you daily, and made guilt and sadness pool in your gut. It had to have been your imagination. You started again. “Sorry, but I’m-”

“Y/N.” Turning around, you came face to face, well, face to chest with Carter Baizen. He had grown taller since you had last seen him. Even with the noticeably darker bags under his eyes and growing hair, he was still as gorgeous as ever.

“Hey, Carter.” Steve had walked away by then, not wanting to intrude, but at that moment, he was the only person you needed. Heart beating in your chest, you finally met Carter’s eyes. “How are you?”

His mouth was gaping a little, taking in your form, seeing that it was so much different than it used to be. “I’m good.” Pausing for a moment, he added, “You look great.”

A blush rose to your cheeks and you managed to mumble out, “Thanks.”

“Can we talk?”

That’s how you ended up outside on an empty balcony overlooking Manhattan. Taxis and honking were heard, but it was fainter due to blood rushing in your ears.

He opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off. “Carter, before you say anything, I want to let you know that I’m sorry. I really am. Last time we saw each other, I knew what I did was wrong, and though I was in love with you, I had no right to be upset.” Sighing, you placed your hand in his. “Can we be good again? I really hate how we left things off.”

Silently, he nodded his head, eyes wide and subtly taking you in again. The last two years hadn’t been kind to him, after Serena dumped his sorry ass, and he ended up with no money and nowhere to run to. His mom had allowed him to stay in the family house for a while, and his father was even giving him a second chance at running the company, but it wasn’t easy for him. He was slowly spiraling down, and only when he saw you did he wake up and take a look at himself properly. He looked like a piece of garbage next to you. He hadn’t even gone to school, and here you were, even more beautiful, which he never thought was possible, and a successful law student at Harvard.

“We’re good, Y/N. I brought you out here for another reason though.” He paused and looked at you as you nodded for him to continue. “It’s been a few years, I know, and I shouldn’t be saying this now, but I miss you so much. These past few years have made me realize how much of a fool I am for you, but God, I’m in love with you, Y/N, I always have been.”

You stood up, anger coursing through your veins. Now? When it’s most convenient for him? No. You needed to get drunk. “I’m sorry Carter, but I fell out of love with you one hell of a long time ago.” Swallowing the lump rising in your throat, you continued your lie. “You made your decision, I made mine. I wanted to be friends, Carter, but I can’t have that laying around us.”

Stomping away, you heard the crestfallen voice of Carter. “Y/N, wait, please.” He stumbled his way over to you, and caught your hand again before you ripped it away. “Please, Y/N, please, I’m in love with you. I’m sorry I was such an ass, I was so stupid, please.”

Tears fell from your eyes as you shook your head. “I need a drink.”

He numbly nodded as you made your way back inside, asking one of the servers for a gin. You needed to get drunk. It was a necessity at this point, and as you got more and more tipsy through the night, you found your way back with Steve. By now the party had started to get crazier, people making out in corners and drunkenly stumbling everywhere. Steve held you up as you grinded against him, but stopped when you felt his hand go up your dress.

“No, no thank you,” you slurred.

He smirked, giving you a steely glare. “You’re asking for it with this slutty little dress and winding me up.” He forcibly grabbed your wrists and started to drag you to a bedroom. “I own you tonight, baby.”

Before you could scream, someone came over and punched Steve in the jaw. You were speechless, staring at his already bruising face. Once again, you were being pulled away, only this time, out of the party. The person dragged you back to your place, and your drunken mind asked, “You wanna come in?”

Without another word, the two of you were attached by the mouth, clothes being thrown haphazardly around your room. Earlier events from the evening wiped from your memories, and you could have only hoped that your parents weren’t home. Falling into your bed, you and your unknown lover tore up the bedsheets for several hours until you both drunkenly passed out.

When you woke up the next morning, you looked up. You silently thanked yourself for closing your windows before you had left the other night, and only then realized you were cold, naked, and in your own room.

“What the fuck.” You whispered to yourself. Throwing on a robe from your closet, you looked around seeing the scattered clothes from you and whoever you had spent your night with. They were still here.

You flew down the stairs at a record-breaking speed, and slid into the kitchen, risky business style, and saw a familiar head of brown hair sitting at the table. “What the fuck, Baizen?”

Carter calmly turned around, smiling as he blew into his coffee. “Damn, Y/N, good morning to you too.”

Scoffing, you grabbed the newspaper he held in his hands and started to whack him with it. “Ow, what the hell?” He grabbed your wrists to calm you, then pulled out a chair next to him for you to sit. Reluctantly, you sat and frowned at him, raising an eyebrow to ask what happened. “Do you treat all your hookups like this?”

“Did we…” You didn’t even want to finish that sentence.

“Sleep together piss-drunk after you told me you didn’t love me back after two years? Yes, we most certainly did, beautiful.” Though your face burned red at the old pet name, you asked for what had happened. “Well, the asshole you were dancing with tried to get you in bed, but I came over and punched him, while we were both still drunk, and I got you back here, and you offered me to come inside and we fucked.”

Your eyes were comically wide, and he would have found the situation really funny if his heart weren’t beating erratically inside his chest as he awaited your full reaction. “So,” you started, “you're still in love with me.”

He tried not to let his embarrassment show, but his cheeks flamed anyway. You smiled genuinely, but you were terrified of whether he meant it or not. “Do you mean it, Carter?”

You stared into the depths of his eyes and he answered, “Yes. I’m so sorry that I was a horrible, horrible friend to you, and I don’t deserve your forgiveness. And I know you already expressed how you felt about me, and let me say, I understand completely. If you want me to, I’ll walk out of that door right now, and you won’t have to see me again. But if you let me stay , I’ll spend every waking moment of my life making sure you feel happy and loved, and making it up to you.”

He stared at you with pleading eyes, and held your hands gently. Suddenly, stinging tears obstructed your vision, and you whimpered. “I love you, Car,” you gave him a watery smile, “never stopped.”

His eyes started to tear up as well, and smiling you finally pressed your lips to his, taking in the moment. The past few years had been torturous for you both, dealing with the loneliness and pain from your broken friendship, but slowly and surely you two built trust. It took a long time, and you took the relationship slowly, but patience was key, and it was all worth it in the end.

PRESENT

“And now we’re here?” You asked. Carter combed his hand through your hair, the soothing action making you rest your head on his shoulder.

“And now we’re here.” He glanced down at you, smiling and pecking your lips.

“Damn, we had one dramatic-ass story.” He chuckled at that and sighed.

“We sure did, baby. But hey, look at us. We’re on top of the world right now. We have a wedding in a few months, you don’t have any cases, and I have the most beautiful girl in the world in my arms right now.”

You smiled against his neck. “Hey, Car?” He hummed against your hair, looking out the window. The sun had fully risen, making the room glow. “I know we haven’t had this discussion in a while, but are we ready to have kids?” His brow furrowed, but he said nothing. “Car?”

“I mean, sure, we’re both doing so well right now, and we could raise a kid here, right? We’ve got an empty bedroom right across from ours, and we’ve got plenty of space here. I think with the combination of me and you, we’d have a pretty great kid. They’d definitely have my eyes though.”

“They better have your eyes.” You looked up at him. “So pretty.”

He chuckled and kissed your forehead. “The wedding’s coming up pretty soon though, so we can start trying after that.” You laughed as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Before we get too old.”

You smirked and rolled your eyes. “We’re thirty-three, Carter, we aren’t that old.”

He laughed and said, “I guess you’re right.” Heart beating in your chest, you sighed loudly. “What brought this on?”

You cupped his cheek and took a deep breath. When you had taken the test a week before you had been elated, only to freak out after realizing Carter might not feel the same. But you had been okay for ten years, right? When the two of you had finally gotten together, it did take a lot to find that balance in your relationship, but hell, you were getting married in a few months. Carter was your best friend, number one supporter, and fiance, so you prayed that he would be just as excited.

“Carter, I’m pregnant.” Looking at him dead in the eye, you hoped that he would be happy. You awaited his reaction for a few seconds, and you wanted to scream in anticipation.

And then you saw it.

His eyes started to water, and his hands moved to your stomach. ”Really?” He asked, voice wavering. You nodded, eyes beginning to tear up as well.

“We’re having a baby, Mr. Baizen.” You laughed joyfully, as he picked you up by your waist and you wrapped your legs around him. Hands found their way around his neck as he pulled you in for a kiss.

Tears poured from his eyes, as he laughed. “I love you so, so, much, baby.” Hiding your face in his neck, you giggled some more. “God, we’re having a kid. I swear on my life, I’ll do everything to make sure you and this baby are happy for the rest of our lives.”

And he did. Not such a bad hookup after all, now was it?

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amphii-writes · 4 years ago

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Haikyuu boys as songs on my spotify playlists P. 5, (Other characters + girls)

Warning, songs contain talk about: violence, sex and drugs.

Yuji Terushima: Pussy Talk by City Girls (feat. Doja Cat)

You know damn well that Terushima-san is a fuckboy, not saying that's immediately horrible i'm just stating facts. He might look like he gets bitches but he's for sure a virgin. He likes any song that gives him confidence, so when he hears pussy talk he goes all out, i mean this grown ass man dances.

Suguru Daisho: Molly by Mindless Self Indulgence

Was this one self indulgent? Yeah. Daisho-san gives me punk vibes and like,,, awooga. He for sure likes songs that get him pumped up before games and Molly is exactly the song to do that. Even with his breakup from Mika he seems to be insanely persistent and probably is one of those guys who unironically says “I still see her shadows in my room.” which pains me a bit to think about.

Kiyoomi Sakusa: Devil Town by Cavetown

Sakusa-san gives me a “divorced parents” vibe, and as someone who has divorced parents I will defend this on a hill and die for it. The song itself isn’t overwhelming, so I think he likes it because it's almost a calm pain to him. And, with my head cannon that he has divorced parents, it fits even better.

Shinsuke Kita: Saturn Suv by Fredo Disco

Sweet farmer boy needs sweet sonG- wow I haven’t expressed my love for Kita-san ever on this website and that thought physically pains me tbh. He’s so sweet, so that's why I picked this bittersweet bop for him. It’s chill and almost controlling like he is, but not a bad controlling, more of a “guys-please-my-mom-is-home” controlling. 10/10 would recommend this song.

Aran Ojiro: Washing Machine Heart by Mitsuki

You might be wondering why I picked such a song for Mr. Man himself, but hear me out: He likes sad songs. Just like I've mentioned with many other soft boys before, he enjoys listening to sad songs even when he's not sad which I respect because,,, same here dude.

ON that note, I chose the washing machine heart because of how adult it sounded. Not in the sexual sense, but just in the “grown-up heartbreak” sense.

Atsumu Miya: Asshole by Hooligan Chase

This physically pained me to find on my playlist and so I deleted it immediately after finding it. ‘Tsumu-san gives me massive cishet man energy and that isn’t exactly good to think about. He reminds me of a frat boy named Jake who’s favorite thing is to fuck the holes in the wall that he punched. Doesn’t mean I hate Atsumu-san though! Actually, I find him and his brother very relatable and enjoy how they fight because me and my siblings did that kinda thing.

Osamu Miya: Lotta True Crime by Penelope Scott

Anyways, ‘Samu-san here gives me the energy that he binges true crime shows often with the team, ‘Tsumu probably calls Osamu a serial killer and gross and well,,, everything else you can fill in. The song itself is bitter and sarcastic, just like he can be and personally I find it super catchy (well, I enjoy all of Penelope's songs) and sad. The image of Osamu-san listening to true crime podcasts while getting stoned in his later years brings tears of joy to my face.

Rintaro Suna: As The World Caves In by Matt Maltese

A sad song for a boy who for sure has at least some sort of mental illness (I say that as someone who has mental illnesses). I believe that Suna-san has depression due to how burnt out he constantly is. As someone who again loves sad songs, I feel like he would just constantly have one on in his headphones. Give this man some therapy and a break.

Korai Hoshiumi: Verbatim by Mother Mother

Lil man really whipped out the energy when we first met him- he low-key scared me because I saw him and thought that he’d be quiet and sweet but oh boy was I wrong. I was also a little stuck on a song for him so I had to consult the Hoshiumi kinnies and they came up with Verbatim, which is on my playlist. Thank you, Hoshiumi kinnies, thank you. If you are a Hoshiumi kinnie, you are iconic and i appreciate you!

Takanobu Aone: Mr. Loverman by Ricky Montgomery

Wow anyways this song makes my aone kinnie go brr. Like completely brr. Aone-san gives me a soft indie, hot cup of tea, sweaters, knitting, and baking vibes. You may see him as a scary giant but I see him as a very big polar bear who needs a hug! He probably relates to the song because of how everyone views him as the Iron Wall and not a person, just the longing to feel loved and appreciated by someone is the main reason he’d relate so much. I would also bake brownies with Aone-san any day.

Kenji Futakuchi: Hayloft by Mother Mother

Our edgy king here for sure is a bastard. He’s cocky, funny, and sly with his rude comments causing me to think of an intense song for him. Hayloft is also an absolute banger of a song, so it wouldn’t surprise me if he had it be Date Tech’s theme song for the time being. I think that he’d also go to mother mother concerts and just be so confused, like if he went to an american mother mother concert he’d be looking at everyone there and just “woah” you also can’t tell me he wouldn’t want an alt S.O.

Kanji Koganegawa: Pretty Rave Girl by S3RL

Wow, me and Koganegawa-san here seem to have the exact same taste in music! When I hear pretty rave girls I go ape. I mean I shake my hands in front of my face because of the happy simulation! It’s such a cute song and the crunch is sooo perfect. I can see Koganegawa being into hyperpop and hardcore music like sewerslvt and SugarCrash! Like tendou-san and lev-san. He for sure sings the song when he gets up in the morning and blasts it in his car! The cute wholesome love song makes his heart go brr, and mine does too!

Ittetsu Takaeda: Breezeblocks by Alt-J

Man would listen to this and go full English teacher like the nerd he is, but then again I don't blame him because I honestly do too! This song was an old hyper-fixation of mine and so when I think of Takaeda, I think of Breezeblocks. All the literary devices and how the song itself is formed to create the perfect horrifying story of murder and cleaning up the crime scene all while talking about their lover is bone-chilling and I think Takaeda-san understands how messed up the song is but just really enjoys the cover that the love aspect almost is. Like when I first listened to Breezeblocks I thought it was a song about a lover leaving the singer, not the singer killing someone(possibly his lover) and covering it up all while thinking about his S.O. dark but great song, 10/10 childhood would be ruined again.

Keishin Ukai: Scotty Doesn’t Know by Lustra

Ah yes, Ukai here is punk and we all know it; and as someone who sees Ukai and gets many mixed feelings, I say we talk about highschool ukai. He mentioned that he didn’t get good grades when he was younger. Keishin-san reminds me of someone who got high instead of doing schoolwork, which like same but bro c’mon you gotta balance the zoot. Keishin-san also reminds me of a crust punk in the sense of how he acts: he’s super cool and if you're wrong he isn’t afraid to tell you you're wrong. He also gives me the vibes that he’d call out TERF’s on the streets and save girls from being harassed/assaulted. An absolute king if I say so myself.

Saeko Tanaka: Girls In Bikinis by Poppy

Ah yes, a bicon in her full beauty! Saeko for sure would be one hell of a partier and she for sure has had some drunken kisses with cute girls. And, we have to remember she is a tanaka, ryunosuke is literally her brother. Of course, simp runs in their veins, and god, what I would do for her to just give me a thumbs up or any positive affirmation. Oh and she for sure kicks TERF’s in the shins with Ukai-san. Someone get her a monster and a crown because she’s the queen :)

Akiteru Tsukishima: Boys Will Be Bugs by Cavetown

As Akiteru-san here has struggled with self esteem before and not wanting to let people down, I saw BWBB and instantly understood why it stands out to me so much when I think about him. The song itself is about giving into harmful stereotypes because that's how the world and people see you. Boys are often seen as people who aren’t allowed to have feelings due to toxic masculinity and I think that the reason he lied to his brother could’ve been influenced by that.

Kiyoko Shimizu: Sweet Hibiscus Tea by Penelope Scott

Sweet hibiscus tea is one hell of a song for people who don’t feel like enough, and that's exactly how Kiyoko-san feels. I can see her for sure feeling like an outsider to her own life. So many people look up to her and she doesn’t know why, her low self-esteem is something that I've come to understand after watching Haikyuu. Give her some tanaka and she’ll be fine.

Hitoka Yachi: Oblivion by Grimes

Our favorite ball of anxiety for sure is scared about walking home, she has a great reason to be anyways! What’s scarier than being kidnapped? Nothing tbh, shits horrifying (I say as someone who was indeed almost kidnapped). Yachi always thinks that the worst will happen and prepares for it, but then again I can’t blame her.

#hq #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #nohebi #johzenji #date tech #hq managers #hq akiteru #hq saeko #hq coaches #inarazaki

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mytardisisparked · 5 years ago

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Into the Bright Unknown

Obi-Wan Kenobi enjoyed being Duke Consort, he really did. He loved being married to Satine, teaching Korkie how to function at political events, and assisting in affairs whenever Satine needed him. But, the truth of the matter was, Satine really didn’t need his help that often. She would ask him to help regulate debates and be a voice of reason during sessions with her cabinet, but there truly wasn’t enough work to keep Obi-Wan busy every day.

Besides that fact, leaders of other systems sometimes expected Obi-Wan, as the man in the royal family, to be the political leader, ignoring the word “Consort” pegged at the end of his title. Satine knew it wasn’t Obi-Wan’s fault and certainly didn’t blame him, but he knew it still bothered her. He quickly realized that he would need to stay out of the political spotlight unless absolutely necessary in order for Satine to be a functioning leader in the eyes of the more patriarchal systems around the galaxy.

So, he began looking for a worthwhile hobby.

Which is how he found himself holding a very angry, underfed tooka as the vet wrapped the catheter she had just stuck in its arm.

“All right, let’s put him back in the cage and get the IV hooked up,” the young woman said. Obi-Wan smiled and slid the tooka in the cage on top of a soft blanket, petting it gently on the head.

“There you go, boy. Sorry, I know that wasn’t fun, but you are going to feel a lot better once we get some fluids in you.”

He carefully attached the drip to the catheter and shut the cage door. The tooka was still giving off intense waves of displeasure in the Force, but at least he had calmed down from the furious state he had been in when he had first arrived at the clinic.

Obi-Wan stood, brushing the fur off of his scrubs.

“Nice work with the drip.” The doctor smiled at him. “You’re really getting the hang of this.”

He smiled back. “I have a very good teacher.”

Obi-Wan had met Dr. Della Mendegro about three months ago. He had found a small bird outside with a broken wing and rushed it into her veterinary rescue clinic. She had been shorthanded that day, so she had asked if he could assist with preparing the bird for surgery. Obi-Wan had always had a way with animals, so he did, successfully calming the small creature and earning himself a mark of respect in Dr. Mendegro’s mind. He had been volunteering at the clinic ever since, finding his ability to connect with living creatures through the Force incredibly helpful.

“Have you thought any more about my suggestion?” Mendegro asked as they washed their hands.

The corner of his mouth quirked. “I have.”

“And?”

“I haven’t decided.”

The young woman scoffed. “Better think faster. Applications are due next week.”

Obi-Wan merely nodded and promised to make a decision soon. They finished cleaning the clinic, checked on the malnourished tooka one last time, and closed up, heading off in different directions.

As Obi-Wan walked back towards the palace, he looked up at the bright spire of Sundari Academy rising over the city. Seeing the school and the possibilities that lay there filled Obi-Wan with both excitement and dread.

Could I really be a veterinarian and Duke Consort?

He forced himself to look away from the Academy and watched the sidewalk move beneath his feet instead. It would be hard, balancing his education and his royal responsibilities, but it would also be a way for him to stay out of the political limelight. He was certain that the time it would take in a day to do his schoolwork would be no more than the time he spent at the clinic. And, of course, if he got his license, Dr. Mendegro had offered to hire him and allow him to set his own working hours.

Then, of course, there’s the matter of potentially starting a family.

He and Satine hadn’t spoken about it much, but they had both been hinting lately that they might be ready to try for a baby. They hadn’t said it explicitly, but if they were to become serious about trying to conceive, that might interfere with Obi-Wan earning his degree and getting his license. Should they succeed in having a child, Obi-Wan wasn’t sure he would want to be a vet anyway; he would want to spend as much time with their child as possible.

Then again, kids do like small creatures... An image floated into his mind of a little girl standing next to him as he ran scans on a vhe’viin, excitedly watching him work and learning alongside him.

He ran a hand through his hair. He needed to talk to his wife.

Surprisingly, she was sitting on the couch in their apartment when he returned home. Her guest for the day, a dignitary from some other Mandalorian planet, had left early because of a family emergency.

“How was your day?” she asked, rising to peck a kiss on his cheek.

“It was good.” He licked his lips. “Satine, I- I need to talk to you about something.”

Her gaze grew concerned. “Is something wrong?”

Obi-Wan offered her a small smile, running a hand down her arm. “No, not really. I just have an idea I want to run by you.”

She nodded, pulling him over to the couch. “I’m all ears.”

“I- um.” He swallowed. “I was thinking about going to school.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “School? Didn’t you learn enough at the Jedi temple?”

Obi-Wan huffed out a laugh. “Well, yes, but I was thinking of studying something a little less Force-based and a little more... veterinary.”

“Ah,” Satine folded her hands in her lap. “You want to be a veterinarian?”

He nodded. “I think so, but I’m not quite sure. It’s just that I have been enjoying working with the animals at the rescue and- I don’t know, I thought I might like to get a license so I can help more. There are a lot of animals to be taken care of, and I would be a great deal more useful if I had a better education and a degree.”

Satine smiled. “I think it’s a wonderful idea.”

Obi-Wan tilted his head. “You do?”

She laughed. “Of course! It would be good for you to have a job you truly enjoy outside of your work here at the palace. I know how much you like being around animals; it seems like a perfect fit.”

Obi-Wan smiled for a second, but his expression grew a tad nervous again. “What about starting a family?”

“You being off at school would certainly complicate things, but I see no reason we wouldn’t be able to balance our responsibilities together.”

“But what about Korkie?”

“What about him?”

“Will he be okay without me at all his political dinners?”

Satine laughed again. “He can survive a few dinners on his own. You have taught him well.”

“I suppose, but what about-”

Satine stopped him by placing a gentle hand to his chest. “Ben,” she said knowingly, “what is this really about?”

His brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“You’re just coming up with excuses now.” She ran a hand over his cheek. “What’s really holding you back?”

“I don’t know what you mean. I’m just trying to be logical.”

She studied his face. “No, I don’t think that’s quite it.”

“Well then, what is it?” he scoffed.

She gave him a soft smile. “I think you never had a chance to plan out your life because you were always going to be a Jedi. Now that you have an opportunity to choose your path, you’re afraid to move forward.”

Obi-Wan frowned. “I thought I chose my path when I decided to leave the Order and marry you.”

“You chose a path, yes, but this is the first time you are truly being faced with the question the rest of the galaxy faces at a younger age.”

“And what question might that be?” he asked.

Satine grabbed his hand and ran a thumb over his knuckles. “‘What do you want to be when you grow up?’”

He didn’t want to admit it, but Satine was right. This was the first time he was really taking advantage of the fact that his future was now a choice. His next step was up to no one but himself, and, frankly, it was a little terrifying. No one was there anymore to give him orders, to tell him how to train, to tell him what decision to make.

His future was up to him and, he realized with a smile, he wanted this. He wanted to be a vet.

“So,” his wife squeezed his hand, “would you like help filling out your application to Sundari Academy?”

Obi-Wan took a deep breath and smiled, squeezing her hand back. “Yes. Yes I would.”

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Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed this strange AU that came to my brain this morning. I really love how Obi-Wan connects to animals in basically every form of Star Wars media, so I thought that, if he weren’t a Jedi, he might have become a vet. Anyway, I might write a continuation of this later on because it is a fun AU.

Also, please understand that it took every bit of my self-control not to name this fic Obi-Wan Kenobi: Space Vet.

Peace out.

#Obi-Wan Kenobi: Space Vet #obi wan #obitine #the clone wars #star wars #did i also write that in part because I am also pursuing a degree in vet science?#yes #I want to work with Obi-Wan in a vet clinic #sue me

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paladin-lynx · 4 years ago

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SquipJere Week 2020, Day 4: Mr. Roboto

@squipjerebmc’s SquipJere Week 2020 Day 4: Mr. Roboto

Ships Involved: The SQUIP x Jeremy Heere (Technical Difficulties/Squipemy/Squeremy/JereSquip/SquipJere)

Setting: Canonverse, set in the time interval between “Loser Geek Whatever” and “Halloween”.

Trigger/Content Warnings: None

Jeremy had never been one to ‘bask in the limelight,’ as they said. He wasn’t exactly content to stay on the sidelines for his entire life like Michael was, but he didn’t need to be the center of attention. It would just be kind of nice to be looked at by someone other than his best friend since kindergarten or bullies searching for a punching bag.

But he had to admit, after his first real hangout with the ‘cool kids’ had been a success, he felt like a movie star. All of the eyes on him as he’d mastered the dancing game at Dave & Buster’s had been somewhat overwhelming at first, but he’d quickly adjusted and it just felt good to be recognized, even if it was for something that he technically hadn’t achieved on his own. But even Rich, who without a doubt knew how Jeremy had danced like he was a professional to a song he didn’t even know that well on the highest difficulty on some obscure music game, had praised him and let him have his brief moment of fame.

But it was enough attention to satisfy him for a week or more and as keyed up as he was from all the interaction, it felt nice to be home. The entire scene kept replaying itself in his head – whether that was because of him or because it was the SQUIP’s silent way of saying ‘look how well you did,’ he wasn’t completely sure – and he had a bit of a skip in his step as he walked into the house. His father hadn’t even seemed to notice he was gone so there was no way he’d noticed that Jeremy had taken the car.

The rest of the Saturday passed without much fanfare, and soon enough it was Sunday. Sundays were usually Jeremy’s day to buckle down and get his homework done, and he usually didn’t look forward to it. When he didn’t want to get up from bed, the SQUIP lightly prodded at him until he did, teasing him for his bedhead and telling him that it was sure it would be a productive day.

Jeremy had never really liked doing homework. The one exception was when he was given books to read, although that heavily depended on the book. However, ever since getting the SQUIP, he hadn’t gotten much more enthusiastic about doing schoolwork but he found it much easier to focus. He knew for a fact that was because of the SQUIP’s influence – or at least, it had definitely started that way and now Jeremy wondered if maybe his focus was better because his mind had been properly trained.

And so after scarfing down a bowl of cereal – the SQUIP had been intent on him having three meals a day, something Jeremy hadn’t exactly been great about before considering he opted to skip breakfast ninety-five percent of the time – he settled in at his desk to start on the one subject that was the bane of his existence: math. Michael had always been the one who was better with numbers while Jeremy was better with words. Jeremy had been in the drama club when he was in elementary school and for part of middle school, although he never had any roles that were too notable, but it was enough to satisfy him. His adoration of Christine had only bolstered his love of theater. He’d even debated a few times over the course of his short life trying to write poetry or songs, but he’d never gotten into the right mindset for it. He doubted he’d be good at it, anyway.

But now he had the SQUIP which, as it had so proudly declared the first day he’d gotten it, was made of math. There were certain things the SQUIP would do for him, but homework wasn’t one of them. It would stand by as Jeremy worked, ready to assist, but it would never just give him the answers. It would walk him through the problems or prompts to make sure he understood how to find the solution, and of course because the SQUIP was in his brain, Jeremy would find himself understanding even if he had initially found himself lost as the SQUIP rattled off information.

And so he sat at his desk and got to work – normally he’d end up hunched over in his chair, but thanks yet again to the SQUIP that was no longer the case – furrowing his brow as he started on the various problems. The SQUIP was helping him raise his grades but he still had to put in the effort himself, because if he was suddenly a prodigy in every subject, there would definitely be some eyebrows raised in his direction. So he needed to do well, but not too well, kind of like how he hadn’t gotten a perfect score back at Dave & Buster’s. There was a balance to these things, wherein the SQUIP would step in and hold his hand to lead him down the right path until Jeremy learned well enough to see the way on his own.

Jeremy usually waited until he got through all the problems he could do on his own before he asked for help, almost like he was still a little kid going to ask his parents if they could assist him. Then again, the SQUIP would always be there as soon as he so much as thought that he might not be able to figure something out on his own. No embarrassing scurrying down to the kitchen necessary – although it was still a bit embarrassing to need help at all.

And to his pleasant surprise, he was actually getting through most of the assigned problems relatively quickly. Sure, there were a couple that had him scratching his head for a few minutes, but it just took a quick flip through his notes – those were getting neater and better organized, too – for him to come to a realization. He might actually be able to have some free time on this Sunday instead of spending the whole day besides meals and bathroom breaks sitting at his desk and working.

He was so absorbed in his work – what a rarity – that he almost missed that there was sound in the room other than the scratching of his pencil against his notebook. When he finally noticed it, he looked up with his brow creased, confused. It almost sounded like humming, but he was pretty sure that even if his dad sang in the shower, it wouldn’t reach all the way through the closed door.

That was when he turned to see the SQUIP standing on the other side of the room, back facing him. It had a few translucent blue screens floating around it, each displaying various numbers and data that Jeremy could never even hope to understand, and it was tapping its chin as it looked over everything. Jeremy knew that the visuals were just to fit his personal aesthetics and to give him something to look at as the SQUIP interacted with him so his brain wasn’t left utterly baffled, but he still couldn’t help feeling intrigued.

Especially when he realized that his SQUIP was, in fact, humming as it went about its business.

Of course, as soon as Jeremy realized, the sound stopped and the screens fizzled away as the SQUIP looked over its shoulder. “What? You should be doing your homework.”

“You were humming,” was all Jeremy managed to say, realizing after a heartbeat how stupid it sounded to state the obvious.

However, the SQUIP merely blinked at him, turning around to properly face him, arms crossing against its chest. “I was not.”

“Wh��You were!” Jeremy protested. “I heard it.”

“Perhaps you were humming to yourself as you worked?”

“No way, I don’t hum when I work. Especially not when I’m doing math.”

The SQUIP seemed to bite back a smile at that and instead huffed. “Everything I do in this physical manifestation, Jeremy, has a purpose. There would be no reason for me be humming at this moment, so therefore I was not humming.”

Jeremy’s eyebrows furrowed. “But you were. I heard you. I know my brain is fucked up, but it isn’t so bad that I’m imagining humming. I even know the song. It was ‘Mr. Roboto’ by, uh…erm…shit…”

“Styx,” the SQUIP interrupted, although it didn’t seem entirely pleased to be giving Jeremy evidence against its argument.

“Yeah, Styx! It played at one point in Dave & Buster’s yesterday. When Jake and Brooke were doing the basketball game thingy.”

The SQUIP scowled at him. “Jeremy, I wasn’t humming. That would be illogical. Why would I carry out such a pointless act?”

Jeremy blinked, before shrugging. “I dunno. For fun? You’re an A.I., after all, so you have things that you like to do even if you don’t need to do them…right?”

He remembered the SQUIP telling him just a few days ago that it was impossible for it to ever be at a loss. But the SQUIP right now looked just a bit baffled at Jeremy’s explanation. “I…suppose that might be true. Have I done anything else like that?”

Jeremy thought for a moment. “You looked like you were having fun yesterday when we were playing games with everyone. Maybe it was just you helping me, but I think you were getting something out of it, too. Maybe the happy chemicals in my brain were affecting you or something.”

The SQUIP snorted. “It doesn’t work that way, Jeremy. But…you may be onto something.” It tilted its head, and Jeremy wondered what exactly it was processing. But it spoke again just a few moments later: “It seems that I was, in fact, humming. It was just a…mindless action. I didn’t even seem to realize myself that I was doing it.”

“Well, you told me that with every interaction, you learn and evolve,” Jeremy replied. “So maybe because you’re poking around at me less, you’re starting to realize there are things that you like to do? And that song stuck with you from yesterday.” He smiled. “Kind of fitting, honestly.”

“I’m not a robot, Jeremy. I’m a supercomputer.”

“Oh, you know what I meant!”

The SQUIP chuckled softly, reaching up to push its hair back, even though Jeremy was pretty sure it was already perfectly in place as it always was. “…This is certainly an interesting development. I’ll have to look more into it.”

Jeremy frowned. “I know you’re all about numbers and results and stuff, but…can’t you just enjoy it and not try to dig in and find a reason behind it?”

The SQUIP raised an eyebrow and tipped its head to one side as it looked at him. “I’m programmed to delve into situations and analyze how they come to be and what results may come from them. That includes how my own code functions and grows.”

Jeremy sighed, shrugging and turning back to his desk. “You do you, I guess. Just…I dunno, I have time when I’m not working and you don’t have to worry about me. So you could find your own thing to do.”

The SQUIP appeared beside him, still looking thoughtful. “You do realize I’m in your head, right? I can’t exactly decide to meander off and go attend some crazy rave.”

Jeremy smiled sideways at him. “Maybe you can meet up with Rich’s SQUIP and have a wild party or something in cyberspace. Or you could sync with some of my game systems and run around in them. I think you secretly liked being a little hamster.”

“I did not,” it protested and Jeremy only grinned more when he felt indignant static trail down his spine. The SQUIP tutted at him and turned away. “…I’ll consider looking into doing activities that don’t align with my assignment to you. It could prove to be an interesting experiment.”

“Uh huh.”

Jeremy left it at that and got back to his homework, although he was pretty sure he wasn’t focusing quite as well as before. Was it really that strange that the SQUIP had been humming? It seemed to do a lot of things that were a bit more extra than necessary – such as that little kiss to the back of Jeremy’s hand just the day before, but Jeremy was trying not to linger on that too much because it made his stomach feel funny – but it had always explained it away as being for Jeremy’s sake. But Jeremy was starting to wonder if that was just the SQUIP trying to convince itself that everything it did had a reason behind it and that it wasn’t just doing something for the sake of doing it like a stupid human would. A SQUIP was built to learn so that it could improve itself, and it would only see something as harmless as humming a tune as it worked as a distraction or even a downgrade.

But after Jeremy had eaten dinner and returned to his room to move on to his history homework, he blinked up as he once again heard the unmistakable humming. He looked over to see the SQUIP sitting on his bed, its eyes closed and expression contemplative as it almost hesitantly hummed out the familiar notes of ‘Mr. Roboto,’ albeit slower than the actual song. But as the minutes passed, the sound got more confident and Jeremy swore he even saw a smile.

“You have a nice voice,” he complimented after a bit.

“Just because someone can carry a tune while humming doesn’t mean they can sing well, Jeremy,” was the reply he got.

But when Jeremy lay down to sleep that night, nestled under the covers, he could see the gentle tell-tale glow of the SQUIP as it sat down on the edge of the bed, just as it had that first night it had activated. It ran its fingers through Jeremy’s hair, slow and soothing, and Jeremy tipped his head slightly up into the touch as he felt himself start to drift off.

And right before he fell asleep, he thought he heard a quiet voice singing:

“Everything about you is going to be wonderful…”

#SquipJere Week 2020 #lynx tales #mine #writing #Be More Chill #BMC Jeremy Heere #BMC SQUIP #Technical Difficulties #Squipemy #Squeremy #JereSquip #SquipJere #Jeremy Heere #SQUIP #of course now i'm gonna have Mr Roboto stuck in my head even if I only actually briefly mentioned it lol #BMC #fic #fanfiction #i don't have a fancy queue tag

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solace-sun · 5 years ago

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Not the Typical Way You Meet A Soulmate (Solangelo) - Chapter One

Preview: Nico had his fun for the night. It was time to go home. Which would've been easier if the ground beneath him isn't spinning. The world was moving in ways it shouldn't. He wasn't sure which direction was home. The street was now solely lit by the harsh streetlights towering above him, and the sidewalk seemed to slip from under his feet.

At the current moment, Will Solace hated just about everything he could see. He hated his shitty car for breaking down, and he hated the empty refrigerator in his kitchen. He hated how he had to walk to the store, and he hated his broken arm that hindered his ability to adequately carry his groceries home from the store. He even hated the lady at the checkout for only giving him two bags, which teemed to the brim with his groceries. He hated the way the sun reflected across the pavement and trees around him. The sun filtered the colors of the earth's surface in such a painstakingly gorgeous way, one that seemed to mock Will's current mood.

Needless to say, Will was pretty pissed.

Lost in his own hatred for the world and everything on it, Will failed to see the growing tear at the bottom of one of his bags. The bag broke and groceries tumbled onto the cement before he could even notice the hole.

Now, Will really hated his groceries. He almost thought about just leaving them on the ground as they lay, in an utter defeat. Before he could walk away from the wreckage, someone approached him from behind.

"Do you need any help there?" A voice came from behind Will. He turned to find a dark haired man standing behind him, clutching the straps of his backpack. Will's expression softened.

Now there's something I don't hate.

"That would actually be so great, thank you," Will sighed with relief.

"It's no problem. I was raised to always help the crippled when they're in need," the man joked, referring to Will's broken arm.

"Do I really look that sad?" Will asked with a laugh. The man shrugged before bending over to pick up the spilled groceries.

"We can use my backpack to carry what fell out," he offered, opening the bag for Will.

"Thank you so much," Will replied, "What's your name?"

"Nico. And you?"

"Will Solace."

The two placed an assortment of fruit, ramen, and frozen meals into Nico's bag. Before hefting his bag onto his shoulders, he flashed Will a thin smile. The pair began to trudge through an uncomfortable silence down the sidewalk. Just before the silence became too thick, Nico spoke, driven by curiosity.

"How'd you break your arm?" He asked.

"Oh, I broke it during a lacrosse game last week," Will responded.

"Lacrosse?"

"Yeah I play at the school here. Or, well, I used to, I guess," Will responded.

"You quit because of your arm?"

"Yes and no, I guess. Getting injured kinda made me realise there's more important things I could be doing. Better places to put my time, y'know?"

"Makes sense," Nico agreed flatly.

"Yeah, guess I'll be spending more time focusing more on school, for right now," Will replied, "I'm here for pre-med."

To which Nico's response was a stifled snort.

"What's so funny?" Will demanded.

"I've never seen a doctor in a cast and sling before. I don't know, I just think it's funny. Did they let you wrap your own arm?" Nico joked. Will gave a sardonic huff and rolled his eyes.

The two continued their walk down the sidewalk. Will took a turn and gestured towards an apartment complex.

"Looks like we're here," He spoke. Nico followed him up a flight of stairs and watched as Will fumbled with his keys in the shadow of his front door.

While Will opened the door, Nico had gathered an armful of groceries from his bag. He placed them into Will's arms.

"Hey man, thanks for everything," Will thanked.

"It's all good," Nico gave a wary smile as he zipped his bag shut. He gave a wave to Will, and turned on his heel, starting for home

Maybe it was the weather, or maybe it was who Nico had just met, but that day, Nico felt lighter than usual. A feeling from the pit of his stomach that made his head feel airy. The feeling continued his entire walk home.

His mood only improved when Hazel told him about a party happening the next night. Parties were Nico's favorite pastime, as the life of a dead end, part-time job weighed on him from time to time. Besides getting utterly and totally wasted on a weeknight, Nico had no real purpose. He needed some sort of distraction to get him through to the next day.

He opened the door to his painfully dull apartment, to see his step sister Hazel finishing up her ramen noodle dinner, with her head stuck in a textbook.

"How's it going?" Nico asked, greeting his sister.

"Someone's in a good mood," Hazel responded.

"What? I can't ask my sister, whom I love very much, how her day went?"

"Someone like you? It's pushing it dude," she joked, "Seriously though, the past week you've barely spoken a single word. What's up?"

"I don't know," he tried. And, in all honesty, he truly didn't know.

Hazel gave him a look of confusion, "Alright then, keep your secrets," She paused to shove a bite of noodles into her mouth, "Also, I've got a friend who's throwing a party tomorrow night. I gotta do some homework tomorrow so I won't be there, but I'd figure I'd let you know anyway." She said through a bite of noodles.

"Oh god, you don't know how happy that makes me," Nico smiled.

"Yeah, I know. Just, be careful. Please?" She bored her eyes into his. He turned away.

"Yeah, got it."

The next night, Nico managed to find himself in the corner of some shitty frat house, nursing a less than adequate bottle of vodka. But his head was swimming, and nothing else really mattered. Barely cognizant of anything, disillusioned and unaligned with the world around him was how he liked to be. The quality of whatever drink was in his hand at the moment didn't really matter, so long as it made the room spin. His favorite distraction to life was working just as well as it always had.

So when he saw a familiar blonde face, he thought he was seeing things. Will, apparently, thought the same, based off the double take he made when he saw Nico in the corner of the room. Nico flashed a grin.

"Hey, I know you!" Nico exclaimed, waving the bottle that was in his grip. Will made his way over to Nico, and settled down across from him on the gross, germ ridden couch. The unnaturally hard texture of the couch's fabric made Will wonder if the thing had ever been washed. He pushed the thought out of his head before he fell down a rabbit hole of thoughts he'd rather not think.

"Funny seeing you here," Will said.

"Eh, I mean, not really," Nico slurred, "Just crashing some party at a school I don't even go to."

"How did you even get in?" Will asked with a smile, tilting his head making his blonde curls fall over his eyes.

"I just told the shithead at the door I was a 'brother' from Delta Lambda Phi. He totally bought it," Nico shook his head and laughed.

"I'm impressed," Will admitted, "But why spend your time at a college frat party?"

Nico shrugged, "Free drinks. I could be asking you the same thing. Didn't you say something yesterday about focusing on schoolwork?"

"Gotta have fun somehow," Will shrugged.

"Then how come you've got an empty hand?" Nico inquired, motioning to Will's lack of alcohol and sober status. He offered Will the bottle of vodka in his hand.

"Oh, no, I'm good, thank you," Will refused, pushing the bottle away. Nico shrugged.

"Tell me why I'm not surprised that the smart, pre-med kid won't let loose at a party?" Nico teased. Will shot him a displeased glance.

"What? I'm joking!" He reached over and took a light punch to his shoulder, "I'm sure you're the funnest guy here."

"Funnest isn't a word," Will corrected.

"You're gonna make me take back my statement," Nico deadpanned. Will threw his good hand up, defeated. The other hand remained cradled by his side, bound by cast and sling.

"Give me the bottle," He demanded.

"There we go!" Nico applauded, "See? Now you're acting like a real jock! What was it you play? Football?"

"... Lacrosse."

"That's right, lacrosse. What the fuck even is that? Like, honestly, it wasn't even a thing in Italy."

"Italy?" Will inquired.

"I grew up in Italy. Moved here when I was thirteen? Fourteen?" Nico explained.

"Oh. Wow," Will spoke.

"You didn't answer my question," Nico prodded.

"Huh?"

"The fuck is lacrosse even?"

"I'm mean its just another sport," Will reasoned, "Y'know? You got your stick and the ball, and you try to make the goal."

"How long did you play for?" Nico asked.

"Oh, I don't know. I started when I was a freshman in high school, so... seven years?"

"Damn, that's a long time. You gonna miss it?"

Will gave a huffy laugh, "Parts of it, for sure."

"Wait okay, I'm lost," Nico started, "How do you break your entire fucking arm during an over-glorified game of catch?"

"Got a nasty body check," Will explained. Nico gave him a blank stare in return; Will's words obviously did not mean anything to him.

"Someone body slammed me during the game," Will explained, "Fell back landed on my arm."

Nico made a pained expression, "Sounds like that hurt," he emphasized.

"It's not that bad," Will reasoned.

"How long to heal?"

"Only a few weeks."

Nico nodded, but before he could respond, a voice boomed from across the room.

"Solace!"

Will whipped his head around, to see another man trudging towards the two, shoving past a pool of party-goers and drunk bodies. His stride was confident and almost loud. Nico watched as he made his way over, unable to stop himself from taking an immediate distaste for the guy.

"Where have you been, dude?" the stranger asked.

Will averted his eyes, maintaining eye contact with the ground instead. He shrugged as a response before cautiously meeting the other man's stare.

"How come you don't come to lacrosse anymore? We miss you man!"

Nico couldn't decide if his words were authentic. His tone seemed to be genuine, but his condescending smirk and the arrogant gleam in his eyes wanted to tell of something different.

"I don't know," Will started. He turned his gaze to the floor and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Just come back to the team!" he exclaimed, his arms open.

"Man, I just... Just gotta think about it," Will reasoned, giving a sympathetic smile. In the shadow of the man he looked small. Maybe even vulnerable.

At this point, Nico had enough. Maybe his head wasn't quite where it was supposed to be, but his heart was. Before anything could be said, Nico interjected.

"God could you fuck off?" Nico barked, "Anyone with a pair of fucking eyes can see that he doesn't want to talk to you."

Will's head shot up and his eyes grew in shock.

"I'm sorry," the man laughed, "You talking to me?"

"Yeah man," Nico snapped, "Why don't you just leave him alone?"

"Don't you know your place?" The man retorted.

Nico was now riding on a high of his favorite drug; adrenaline. He cocked his head to the side and matched the stranger's confident energy.

"You wanna show me my place? Be my guest," he invited, standing up, a little shaky from the vodka. He tried to hide his stumble.

Will shot him a pleading look, "You don't have to do this," he whispered.

The stranger towered over Nico, "Who the fuck do you think you are?" the man snarled.

The room's atmosphere changed, voices began to hush and more eyes turned to watch the show. Nico stared down his opponent, undeterred from any distractions.

"Nico, c'mon, give it up, it's not worth it." Will persisted. But his pleads fell on deaf ears, Nico was too caught up in finishing what he had just started.

"You need to know your fucking place, fuckin' little shit," the man seethed, his shoulders rolling up and his face sneering. Before Nico could respond, a punch was thrown.

Luckily for Nico though, he had become skilled in the art of dodging fists through his years of picking drunken fights with strangers. This was nothing new for him. Instead of sucker-punching Nico in the gut, the man missed and lodged his fist into the drywall behind Nico. The crowd voiced sounds of excitement, shock, and concern. Nico could feel like anger blooming in his chest, pumping through his veins. If there was one thing he hated most, it was entitled, rich white frat boys. His hands turned to fists, but before he could commit to the final act, he felt Will tug on his arm.

"Don't do it man," He pleaded, with soft, sad blue eyes. Nico looked to the ground, trying to use his brain for the first time tonight.

"Yeah, okay. Party fucking sucked anyway," he cursed, "And I'm taking this with me!" He announced, pointing an angry finger to the bottle he had claimed earlier. He stumbled away from the scene, away from the hungry eyes of party-goers, away from the man he didn't even know the name of, who was now shouting obscenities to Nico's back. Away from Will.

Nico had his fun for the night. It was time to go home. Which would've been easier if the ground beneath him isn't spinning. The world was moving in ways it shouldn't. He wasn't sure which direction was home. The street was now solely lit by the harsh streetlights towering above him, and the sidewalk seemed to slip from under his feet.

Then he heard a voice call his name.

"Nico!" It was none other than Will, "That's your name, right? It's Nico?"

Nico smiled and nodded.

"Where you going, man?" Will asked.

Nico shrugged, "Home, I guess."

"You're not driving, are you?"

"God, no," Nico shook his head, "I don't even own a car. I was just gonna walk home."

"How's that going for you?" Will inquired, sarcasm hidden in his tone.

"It'll be fine, once the floor stops moving," he waved a dismissive hand.

"Let me walk you home," Will prompted.

Nico's brow furrowed, "What? Why?"

"Just a way to say thanks," Will shrugged.

Nico thought for a moment before he nodded. The two started off, absorbed in the sound of the quiet night.

"I'm sorry," Nico spoke, puncturing the veil of silence between the two.

"For what?" Will turned to Nico.

"I don't know... It probably wasn't on your agenda for tonight to piss off... Whoever that was."

"One of my teammates. Or, an old teammate, I guess," Will informed, "Don't feel bad about it though, I actually enjoyed watching you tell him off."

"Oh yeah? I could just tell he was making you uncomfortable. I can read you like a book," Nico flashed a cocky grin, proud of his "emotional intelligence" skills.

"Like a book? Is that so?" Will teased, "What am I feeling now?"

"You're probably wondering how you got into this mess, walking a drunk stranger home and all."

"You're not a stranger, we've met before," Will joked.

"Can't argue with that," Nico agreed.

The silence returned, but the two were comfortable in its wake. Will kicked at rock as they walked, while Nico struggled to place one foot in front of the other. In a cruel joke played by God or maybe fate, he stumbled and fell, only to catch himself on Will's good shoulder.

"Woah, there," Will laughed, holding Nico's forearms as he regained himself, "Do I need to carry you home?"

"Oh, yes please," Nico replied. Maybe drinking a whole bottle of vodka by himself was a bad idea.

"Alright then," Will said, moving an arm to secure Nico's balance.

"Wait, no I was joking-" Nico started.

"Yeah sure, you're gonna be joking until you fall and bust your ass on the concrete," Will retorted, "Don't make it weird," He said with a laugh, slinking his good arm around Nico's torso, with a gentle squeeze.

Oh.

Okay.

Don't make it weird. Got it.

"I'm not making it weird," Nico quipped.

"Great," Will shrugged. Will's curls brushed against Nico's cheek, and Nico was almost positive that Will could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Hey, wait a minute," Nico wondered out loud, "How come you aren't shit faced?"

Will gave a breathy laugh, "I'm more of a babysitter than a drinker. I was watching over a few friends tonight, but then I guess you could say I had more pressing matters to tend to."

"A stranger was more important than your friends?" Nico questioned.

"Well, when a stranger tried to pick a fight and stumble home completely wasted -- by himself, I might add, then yeah. Also, my friends know how to take care of themselves."

"Are you saying I don't know how to take care of myself?" Nico demanded.

"Maybe," Will confessed, failing to sequester the laughter spilling from his chest.

Nico found Will's laughter to be contagious, something that couldn't be escaped, and he discovered himself chuckling along with him. Maybe it was the buzz, but Nico felt the warmth in his chest again, a cozy feeling from inside. He felt at home in the feeling.

As their laughter died down, the two came up upon the backside of an apartment complex. Even on the backside, the complex stood tall and elegant, the siding expensive and tasteful.

"Looks like this is my stop," Nico announced.

"Wait, but there's no entrances back here," Will noticed.

"What a gentleman, wanting to walk me to my door," Nico teased.

"I just want to make sure you get home safe," Will protested.

"I know. It's just that... I've got this roommate, whose fucking batshit -- like absolutely crazy. Hates when I bring people home. Doesn't even matter if they drop me off at the door. It's always an argument. Says it's always too noisy when I come home with people."

Will gave a dejected look to the ground, "Oh."

"I'm sorry," Nico tried, slipping out of Will's hold.

"Wait, hold on. I'm gonna give you my number. Text me when you get back safe," he prompted. He fumbled in his pocket and took out a crumpled receipt and a pen, and scrawled his number on the backside, "Here."

Nico smiled as he took the number into his own hands, "Thanks, Will. I feel like I owe you now," He laughed.

The pair separated, following their own individual paths. Except Nico didn't head towards the complex he had claimed to be his. Rather, once he was out of the spotlight of the streetlamps, he crossed the street, heading towards a less impressive complex. His home. His tiny, dirty home.

He knew lying was wrong, but his shame for his poorly house outweighed the moral balance in his mind. He had also had lied about the crazy roommate. Just another excuse not to let someone in, keep them at a comfortable distance; knowing all too well what would come once they knew what he really lived like -- the pitiful looks and gross expressions.

It was embarrassing. But it was all he could afford.

Nico hated the pity. Rather than confront it, he would create himself a false life. Call it lies if you like, but for Nico it was just protection.

He fumbled with his keys for a minute, wracked his brain with the task of trying to figure out which one was the key to the front door. When he opened the door he felt the cool dusty air hit his face. He cracked the door open and coasted inside, careful not to wake his sister sleeping in the room across from his, who had better things to do than getting wasted on a weeknight.

His least favorite part of the nights like these was coming home. No longer did he have his distraction, his escape from his sad apartment, from his own racing thoughts and feelings.

When he came home he was forced to confront it all. No more running, and no more hiding.

Nico found his way to his room, the door creaking open. His empty room greeted him and the cool air nipped at his skin. The cracks in the ceiling welcomed him and his creaky bed frame embraced him as he collapsed into his mattress. Nico hated its grasp, but right now he couldn't protest; sleep called his name too loud to ignore. When he lay the room was still spinning. He pulled his phone from one pocket and a crumpled receipt from the other. He copied the number from the receipt into his phone.

Will received a text on his walk back to the party.

its nico mabe it h ome safe. thbanks for caring abt me lol

#solangelo #heros of olympus #hoo #nico di angelo #percy jackson #pjo #toa #trials of apollo #will solace #long post #solangelo fanfic #pjo college au #hoo college au #college au #solangelo au #hazel levesque #jason grace #pjo adaptation

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yoonglie · 5 years ago

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Double Trouble | jjk.

⤞ pairing: jungkook x reader

⤞ genre: university!au, cursed!au, tutor!au, fluff fluff, angst, smut

⤞ summary: jeon jungkook isn’t who he says he is, and all you want to do is help.

⤞ word count: 13k

⤞ warning: smut, cursing, attempted sexual harassment (not from main characters)

a/n: this is inspired by the otome Cinderella Phenomenon, which revolves around fairytale curses (10/10 would recomMend), and this tiktok by @/taestyfeed (which is REALLY hot btw). Also it’s been a while since I wrote something omg im very rusty.

“Ugh Jimin I just don’t understand!” You dramatically threw your hands up, flinging your pen and slamming your face on the book in front of you. It was a good thing you both decided to hang out in the learning commons as opposed to the library, you were then able to groan your frustrations freely without being shushed so often.

Jimin laughed and patted your head “What even are you studying for?”

“Art appreciation” You grumbled as you lifted your head and propped it against your palm.

Jimin laughed even harder “Isn’t that supposed to be pretty easy?” He asked.

You snorted. “It isn’t as easy as easy as I though it was.”

“Well I’m sure you’ll get it soon. It’s getting pretty late and I’m sorry to be leaving you like this but I have to go, I fortunately don’t have any schoolwork going on and I’d rather spend the rest of my time watching netflix than listening to you groan your ass” He stuck his tongue out and you did as well.

You were thankful to have a best friend like Jimin but he really did suck sometimes. Sighing as you gave a small wave as he was nearing the exit, he sent a flying kiss your way. You just rolled your eyes.

Okay I can do this

You cracked your knuckles in an attempt to hype yourself and got down to work, jotting down some points along the way. You didn’t realize you were so into your work that you were mumbling audibly the topic you were reviewing on. It was a voice that made you stop.

“That’s wrong”

You look up and see a man across across the table to the left, holding a book. He has soft features and neatly swept straight hair. He looked really clean and presentable and the crisp white button up he was wearing really wrapped his whole look up. In short, he was cute... really cute.

You didn’t notice you were slightly staring until he tilted his head, lips pressed in a thin line but with curious doe eyes.

“Excuse me but what was wrong?” You asked.

“It was André Derain and Henri Matisse who were the leaders of the fauvism movement” He said simply and went right back to his book. You looked your notes and he was indeed right, you wrote down wrong names.

It was as if a light bulb shone above your head and as much as you didn’t want to do it, desperate times need... desperate measures.

You stood up and propped your elbows on the desk. You honestly couldn’t care how stupid or desperate you looked, you needed this.

“Are you good at this subject? art appreciation?” You hurriedly said.

The guy stared for a bit, noticeably taken aback and scratched the back of his neck “Uh, I guess?”

“Oh my god can you please please tutor me! I’ll uhh ah! I’ll tutor you too on any subject you like given that I took the class as well. Please, I’m not usually this dumb it’s just I took this class this semester thinking it was easy and did not pay attention this semester at all! I ended up flunking most my exams and I had to beg the professor not to fail me for the whole subject and so I ended up with a one-on-one presentation due in 3 weeks summarizing literally the whole semester so far! I’m at my wit’s end. Please help me” You beg, eyes even slightly watering. You weren’t usually this emotional but the stress and fatigue has definitely caught up to you.

You both were just looking at each other, you praying a silent prayer over in your mind. “Well... I am struggling with psychology a bit” He said sheepishly.

“Psychology? Great! I swear I am above average in terms of other subjects, it’s just this one subject that bit me in the ass. You don’t have to worry about me teaching you weird things.”

“It’s okay” He said.

You stuck out your hand to him “I’m Y/L/N Y/N”

He clasped his to yours a small smile gracing his face “I’m Jeon Jungkook, but please call me Kook”

———

“Wait wait, Jungkook as in THE Jeon Jungkook” Jimin asked while you both were eating lunch at the cafeteria.

“He prefers being called Kook but yes, what about him?” You said while sipping on your favorite strawberry drink.

Jimin leans forward a bit and with a hushed voice he said “Honestly Y/N be careful, I heard some weird things about him”

“Like what?” You said in an equally hushed voice.

“Despite his quiet demeanor he’s actually a beast after night, a real party goer” He said.

You let out a breath you were holding, slightly terrified you might have had a creep as a tutor but was relieved “That’s it? I mean what’s wrong with that? Being the life of a party doesn’t mean you have to be one at uni too, must be tiring”

He placed a hand under his chin “Hmm you may be right but I don’t know man, people didn’t really word it the nicest way so...” He clapped his hand once. “That’s it. I’m gonna meet this guy and make sure he’s not some sort of perv or something”

“I don’t need a babysitter” You said, rolling your eyes.

“Too bad, now let’s go. He might already be waiting” He pulled you up and you both went to the learning commons. True to what Jimin said he was there, with a book in hand.

“Hi I’m Park Jimin and I hope you take care of Y/-” You elbowed him in the stomach.

“Okay you had your introductions, please leave” You push Jimin out while Kook was sitting there dumbfounded at the two of you.

“Hey I wasn’t even finishe-”

“Out” You pushed him away.

Finally getting rid of him, you turned to Kook “I’m sorry about that”

“Seems like your boyfriend was a bit protective” He said with a shy smile.

You laughed a bit too loudly and wiped fake tears out of yours eyes “He’s not my boyfriend, he’s just an annoying little friend”

You noticed Kook slightly perking up at that but paid no mind.

“I see, anyway I can’t stay longer than 6pm so we better get started” He said as he started laying down learning materials for you. He came prepared as his station was littered with papers full of highlights and sticky notes.

Kook looked up to you who was mesmerized by all the materials he had... you looked kinda cute.

———

Kook started warming up to you three sessions in and since then you guys hit off pretty well. You realized how much of a gentleman he is, trying to explain the topics in a way that was digestible and easily remembered, knowing your time constraint. He was always motivating you and correcting you calmly even if you’ve said the wrong thing more than twice.

“No, the Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss was by-” He started saying

“Wait wait! don’t tell me yet. It was by Johann Zoffany” You said proudly, confident that you got it right this time.

Kook chuckled slightly and you swear it was like ambrosia for your ears. “No it was by Antonio Canova”

“Oh” You said dejectedly, sipping on your strawberry drink and propping your head up on the table while sighing. You were never good at names.

He noticed how disappointed you looked and, throwing away all caution, reached for your free hand, squeezing it.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get it” He said. You managed a weak smile.

You didn’t forget your end of the deal though. As payment for tutoring you, you were also tutoring him. He was a good student who listened intently to what you have to say, often asking relevant questions and picking up topics quickly. You really wondered why he needed help on this subject until he one day came a little late, an unusual thing for him, with a crestfallen look. Still, he tried to give you a small smile.

You both got to the usual routine of teaching you but noticed he was a bit off so you stopped him. “Hold on” You said.

“Sorry, was I too fast? Are you not getting anything?” He asked with a confused look.

“Yeah, you, I don’t get it” You said with a concerned look. He didn’t say anything which urged you to ask “Hey, what’s wrong?”

He leaned back on his chair and gave a deep sigh “I received my paper but I had a low mark. I thought I really did good this time. I’m sorry to disappoint you” He didn’t spare a minute telling you what was wrong.

You placed a hand on his shoulder “Hey that’s okay, I’m not disappointed at all. I’m proud of you for doing your best” You offered a smile to which he returned.

“Thanks” He held the hand that was placed on his shoulder, sending tingles down your spine. Skinship was usual now for the two of you but you don’t seem to be getting used to it, electricity racking your body with every touch.

“We’ll take the day off then” You said, removing your hand from him.

“What?” He asked.

“You clearly aren’t in the mood and that’s okay! You don’t have to force yourself to do anything you know” You started “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow” He said. His heart filled with gratitude.

You both even started sitting beside each other in class, so much that your usual seat mate for the class pouts whenever they don’t get to sit beside you anymore (although not minding after a while). The same goes with Kook’s friend Taehyung.

He arrived class early one time and spotted Kook with an empty seat beside him.

“Hey man” Taehyung was already putting his bag down when Kook blocked him.

“This seat’s taken” He quickly said, placing his own bag down.

“Since when do you reserve seats for others” Taehyung raised an eyebrow, Kook never acted like this.

“Since I realized you were too noisy” Kook rolled his eyes.

“Hey!” Taehyung pouted and got the seat in front of him instead

You got to the room and your eyes immediately tried to scan for Kook, seeing him on the side, you gave a slight wave and bounded over to him.

“Hey is this seat taken?” You asked

“Nope” He said.

Taehyung’s ears perked at the unfamiliar female sound conversing with his friend and looked. When he spotted them having a conversation he then realized Oh I get it.

“Hey, my name’s Kim Taehyung but you can call me Tae for short. I’m Kook’s friend” He said, surprising the two of you, beaming a boxy smile with arms stretched to shake your hand.

You shook it and smiled “Nice to meet you, I’m Y/L/N Y/N”

You, Kook and Tae became really good friends. You decided to introduce them to Jimin and he and Tae hit off really quickly, instantly becoming best friends while you and Kook, well, you don’t know how you feel about him. It’s true that you feel fluttering at the pit of your stomach whenever he touches or looks at you fondly, but you didn’t know if he felt the same so you tried suppressing the feelings.

But it doesn’t help when he constantly makes your heart jump at every chance he gets.

Head in between pages you groaned, not getting this bit of topic you were working on currently. Kook was very patient in trying to explain but you still weren’t get it and you were growing frustrated, especially since the presentation was nearing.

Kook had just came back from a so called toilet break when suddenly a strawberry drink was laid in front of you.

You perked up and sipped on the drink, sighing in slight content.

“What’s this for?” You asked him, the giver of this precious gift.

You see his ears that were tinted pink as he scratched the back of his neck “Well you looked really frustrated and I wanted to give you that as some stress reliever. I noticed you keep buying the same drink and deduced it was your favorite”

“It is! Thank you, you really didn’t have to” You said, beaming and heart warming at the kind gesture.

He dropped his shy demeanor after seeing how much you liked it and chuckled himself “Anything for you, angel”

You sputtered your drink and faced him “W-what? Angel?”

He placed a hand under his chin “Don’t like that? How about pumpkin? sweetie? munchkin?”

Your face reddened at every nickname and waved your hands in front of your face saying no the whole time

Kook laughed that beautiful laughed and pinched your cheek “I was just messing with you. Are in out of your head now? Best you get back to work”

You rubbed your sore cheek and looked down, trying to fight the grin that was itching its way to your face.

———

“Jimin, I absolutely CANNOT go to a party” You huffed at him across the table at lunch.

“But your presentation is still next week and it’s a friday night” He said pouting.

“Exactly! All the more I should focus” You scolded.

“But it’s Seokjin who’s throwing the party, the senior, and you know his parties are the bomb” He said whilst gripping your arm and mustering the cutest puppy beg face.

Seokjin did throw the wildest parties, you’ve seen it firsthand. You weren’t an avid party-goer like Jimin but you also didn’t avoid it, finding it fun, but you had priorities.

“I really can’t you know” You pinched your nose bridge, slightly annoyed he wasn’t letting this go.

“Tae will be there and I bet so will Kook”

That made you stop in your tracks. You forgot about the word that got around about Kook being a nice quiet boy in school but a beast at night, the life of the party. You haven’t really asked anything related to it, too engrossed in your study, but now it piqued your interest. How different will he be from the quiet gentleman who offers you a strawberry drink because you’re stressed? How will he be dressed? Does he entertain ladies who throw themselves to him? Surely there would be a few, he is a handsome fellow. That thought made your heart twinge.

“I see that got your attention” Jimin smirked “I guess I’ll see you tonight” Flicking you in the forehead, he got all his things and headed out.

You groaned and placed your hands to your face. One little party won’t hurt

You walked to the party, Jimin in tow, with your head a little bit high. You always dolled yourself up for these kinds of events but tonight you glammed yourself extra special, not because you wanted to get a certain someone’s attention no. You were looking for a certain someone when suddenly Taehyung came into view

“Jimin! Hey Y/N you came!” Tae said, sporting his beaming smile “Jimin was dead set in trying to get you to come and I’m glad he did cause you look hot” He grabbed your hand and placed it above your head, twirling you all while you were laughing.

It was then that you spot him. Kook was chatting with a bunch of seniors at a counter and he looks absolutely STUNNING. He was clad in all black, silver accessories adorning his ears, neck and fingers, with his hair long and wavy. He was dripping with confidence, from the way he stands to the way he talks, the people clearly interested in what he has to say. You notice upperclassmen Namjoon and Hoseok that seemed closest to him.

It was Tae’s voice that snapped you out of your thoughts “I know you want to talk to him but it’s better that you do later on or just back in uni” He cautiously said.

Respecting his privacy and time with friends, you nodded.

“I got the booze!” Jimin said, handing you a cup as Tae already had one. You didn’t even notice him leave.

A few drinks later, you were buzzed and confident, ready to take on whatever comes at you.... literally. You bumped into Kook and looked up at him. He tilted his head to the side in confusion but a smirk eventually etched itself to his face. Your heart started beating loudly, in rhythm with the pounding of your head.

“I see” Those were the words that he said as he left.

You blinked once then twice, hurt at the fact that he didn’t even acknowledge you. Then grabbing him by the arm, you made him face you to which earned you a glare as he ripped his arm from your grasp, looking at you disgustingly. “What do you think you’re doing?” He asked.

“You” You pointed at his face “Have been ignoring me the whole night”

He towered over you in an attempt to make you cower in fear but it didn’t have an effect on you, annoyance fueling your system. “Ignoring you? Sweetheart I don’t even know you” The way he says your newfound nickname was sweet, sickeningly sweet that it was unlike the way he usually talks to you, with bite lacing each word.

You backed away slightly with hurt. He doesn’t know you? Was he pretending he didn’t know you so he wasn’t going to be embarrassed in front of his friends? You honestly didn’t know why he was acting like this.

“Did you forget about my existence? Why are you acting like a dick so suddenly?” You huffed, looking away and getting more pissed at every second. Alcohol not really helping your temper.

He grabbed your chin a little too harshly and tilted it up so that your eyes would meet. He had a small smile on his face but nothing about it was sincere “I don’t know you and you don’t know me. My name’s JK, darling and I don’t owe you any explanations. Now I suggest you go and never approach me again to save yourself from being an embarrassment” He winked and backed away from you, eventually leaving.

It’s like you’ve been doused with cold water, immediately sobering up though your head was anything but clear. You were hurt and angry and confused. Tae and Jimin found you, but you said nothing and left.

Monday rolled around and you were actively avoiding Kook. You didn’t sit beside him in class anymore and though he was slightly sad about it, it got worse when you suddenly came up to him just before your supposed tutoring session would start.

“I’m gonna learn by myself from now on, thank you for your effort but I don’t need it anymore” You huffed and Kook became confused

“Did I do something wrong?” He asked, his heart slightly twinging and hands clammy.

“So you just suddenly remember my existence now but you’re embarrassed to be seen with me in front of your friends?” You said, lips pressed in a tight line.

You saw Kook clench his hands, his face darkening. It’s as if he remembered something horrible, but he did not say a word. You sighed and walked away. Kook didn’t know why he didn’t stop you but he was livid. It was as if his body remembers what to do in situations like these and he hated it, he hated that monster.

You thought it would be better now that you’re ignoring each other, you could get more focus, but you were anything but focused. Kook’s strange behavior definitely plagued your mind but you weren’t going to do anything about it until he apologizes. You gave him a chance but was met with disappointment. Tae and Jimin definitely noticed the drift between the two of you, not hanging with them as often as you all did. You told them it was because you were prioritizing the presentation but saw through your bullshit excuses which caused them to pester you until you told them what happened. Tae honestly couldn’t stand the tension, wanting the best for the both of them, especially Kook. It’s been a while since Kook acted like this, and he can definitely tell he cares about her a lot. Throwing all caution aside he thought This is for the best, I’m sorry Kook.

Tae called you and Jimin at the lunch table, relieved Kook wasn’t with them “What’s this super important meeting for?” Jimin asked.

“It’s about Kook” He started, he noticed how uncomfortable you looked and continued “Just hear me out... it’s just, I can explain why he acted that way” Despite being still angry, you leaned forward in curiosity.

“He was actually born with a curse, a curse that caused him to have two alter egos, two entities, though both of them are still him. The one that fronts in the day is Kook but the one that fronts at night is JK, the one you met” Tae said. You were shocked. Two alters? That explains the rude behavior at the party. That actually wasn’t Kook.

“So the one that everyone has been calling a beast at night is actually this JK dude?” Jimin asked and Tae nodded.

“Yeah, he loves partying but I don’t like him. He’s.... a handful”

You placed both your hands to your face “Oh my god I feel like shit. He should’ve told me!” You exasperated.

“He doesn’t wan’t a lot of people knowing his secret, both of them don’t” Tae smiled sheepishly

“Well thank you for telling me anyway. Now... do you know where he is?” You asked, determined to apologize.

“He’s always at the learning commons after school, kind of hoping you’d come back if i’m honest” You groaned at that and headed out.

Kook sighed and looked at the clock, thinking whether he would go home or continue to wait for you, though you said you weren’t going to study with him anymore. He suddenly saw you burst through the door and he stood up, with you tackling him in a bear hug.

“I’m so so sorry Kook! Tae told me about it all and I’m so sorry” You said as you pressed your face against the crook of his neck.

Kook’s ears burned red as your sweet smell enveloped him. Your warmth made him feel safe and though it’s only been a few days, he missed this, he missed you. He thought that this was worth Tae telling them so he wasn’t going to get mad at him.

“Hey it’s okay” Was what he said after you broke the hug and proceeded to sit down.

"Our parents apparently angered a spirit back when my mom was pregnant but really didn't pay attention to it. When we were born they noticed something was wrong quickly and took us to get examined only to find out we were cursed. I front in the day most times, while he does at night. We can’t really be out for so long because our bodies get tired easily, leading for the other body to take over. We had a difficult childhood but eventually got into a routine. Doesn't mean I like him though, he's a real pain in the ass" Kook explained, ruffling his hair.

"Are both going to be like this forever? Can the curse be broken?" You asked with caution.

"I heard them say something along the lines of 'when the sun and moon meet' but I don't know what that means. Despite sharing the same consciousness, I don't really get to meet this guy. It's impossible" He exasperated, frustration bubbling in his gut although it went quickly as it came, already accepting this fate throughout the years.

“Have you tried sending notes to each other?” You asked.

He hummed in agreement “Yes, voice messages too. Nothing worked”

He sighed although he felt relieved that the secret is finally out but slightly worried what you might think of him. The worry washed away though as you reached your hand to grab his, a radiant smile he so loved along the way. Wait loved?

“Anyway!” He sprung up, clapping his hands. A twinge of pink dusted across his cheeks “We gotta get you ready for the presentation tomorrow”

“I’m fine you know-” You started.

“Nope, all focus on you now, we gotta get you ready” He said with determination.

“Alright, thank you” You chuckled and you both got started on the preparation.

You were pacing around, bouncing on your toes. Fingers quickly going through the flashcard in your hands, mumbling the topics under your breath.

“You know you’re gonna get more nervous if you keep doing that” Tae stated but you heard nothing, fully immersed in your almost literal last minute review.

Jimin grabbed both your shoulders to make you stop “Hey, quit pacing around. You’re gonna do fine”

“I’m just so nervous Chim” You said, still slightly swaying to alleviate the uneasiness.

“We know you are babe, but if you keep doing that, you’re going to get more nervous” Jimin explained.

You took a deep breath to try to steady your heart and looked at them “Okay I’m going in. Wish me luck”

Tae and Jimin gave you a thumbs up while Kook suddenly patted your head. Leaning in close to your ear, you could feel his breath tickle your cheek. Your ears warmed and your breath hitched at your throat. “You can do it, angel” He said and pulled away.

You finished the presentation with ease. The weeks worth of tutoring with Kook definitely paid off. The professor mentioned how he will announce the fate of your grade in the following weeks so you were still slightly nervous but nonetheless, you feel a great weight being lifted off your shoulders. Because of that, you actually found yourself thinking more about Kook, with the newfound information actually sinking in.

When the sun and moon meet you thought. The phrase repeating over and over in your mind. You felt the pain Kook went through because of mere misunderstanding and you don't want that. You want him to be happy, you want them both to be happy, even if the other him can be kind of rude. So you gathered and told them about your plan.

“Okay okay let me get this straight, YOU want to try and break their curse by doing... exactly what??” Jimin asked, dumbfounded. They were shocked about your sudden want to help but it just made you more frustrated knowing that there was a way out and no one tried to help.

“Well” You started "I don't know exactly what i'll do but it's better if I knew more about him first right?" You asked

"He's not really someone you'd like to know personally. Like what you experienced, he can be very overbearing and hard to deal with" Tae warned "I had some instances with the guy too and it was not pretty"

A hand gripped yours "But if it's something you'd like to do then who are we to stop you. I'm grateful that you're willing to do this for me... for us" Kook said, squeezing your hand. You smiled at him.

"Well if you wanna know his whereabouts, it's better to ask Namjoon and Hoseok" Tae said.

"The upperclassmen?" Jimin asked.

Tae nodded "Yeah, they're closest to JK and are usual party buddies. They know about the curse too. I've talked to them a couple times and they're actually pretty nice." He explained. You placed a hand under your chin and nodded as well

"Alright then, let me pay them a visit"

You bounced on your toes, pretty nervous about meeting them. You had no problem talking to upperclassmen but something about being JK's friends put you on edge, like you have to be of certain standard to them. Finally you saw them walking in the hallway, laughing. You went to them and introduced yourself.

"Hey! I'm sorry to be disturbing. My name's Y/N and I don't know if JK told you about me or not but if he did then-"

"Oh you're the girl who was clinging on to him the whole night" The guy, who you assumed was Hoseok based on the description Tae gave you, exclaimed. He had a wide grin on his face and his voice had a bubbly tone to it. Way different from what you expected from JK's friends.

"Oh right yeah that's me" You said sheepishly, scratching your neck."Don't worry about it, it's not like you're the first to do that. We apologize on his behalf if he was being pissy about it" Namjoon said, sighing.

"Right, well, I have a favor to ask" You said to which earned you a raise of eyebrows."I know about their curse and I personally want to help. Would you be kind enough to tell me if you guys have plans and where it would be? I kind of wanna make amends and start over with him" You explained.

The two of them looked at each other in shock and to you with curiosity. A smirk etched on Namjoon's face.

"Sure" Namjoon said. They didn't hesitate to give you the address to the downtown club they were going to tonight.

"See you tonight, nice girl!" Hoseok exclaimed as he waved goodbye, a big smile still adorning his face.

Alright, I can do this.

Walking to the club they invited you tonight, you gulped. They sounded like nice people and was pretty sure they didn't send you to the wrong location but you were still kind of doubtful, looks can be deceiving anyway.

The doubt washed away when you finally spot JK. Still in an all black ensemble, which you can only guess was his favorite shade, hair a wavy mess at the same time still look put together. You took a deep breath and bounded over to him. He caught your gaze to which he returned with a glare.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, clearly annoyed as he crossed his arms.

"I'm sorry to be so sudden but I know about the curse" You said the last part in a volume you know he'd be the only one to hear

"And I just want to apologize for my actions the last time we met" You said.

His face contorts even more and you were sure he hated you right at the moment "Looks like you're here to observe me then. Is it fascinating to you, sweetheart? Finding someone like us who's so different from everyone else? Should I set you up with a private zoo show?"

Your eyes went wide as saucers "No! no absolutely not! I just- I wanted to just introduce myself" You held a hand out for him to shake "My name's Y/L/N Y/N" You exclaimed, praying you guys wouldn't have misunderstandings anymore. You offered him a smile to show him you were sincere.

There was something about that smile. JK didn't like trusting people anymore but there was something about that smile that felt so warm and familiar. Of course she was familiar, she's probably with Kook. He got annoyed and looked away.

He avoided your gaze for a long time but noted how his features softened for a second before. He clicked his tongue, rubbing his nose bridge before leaving without saying another word. Your hand still raised in the air.

Anger bubbled but you pushed them down, taking a swig of alcohol. You sighed and began to question your decisions until two people stood in each of your side. You realized it was Namjoon and Hoseok as they offered you their glasses to clink with.

"Cheers for a rough night?" Namjoon asked and you snorted as you took another sip.

"I don't even know what I'm doing anymore" You told them, dejection evident in your demeanor.

"We're sorry that you're dealing with this but... I hope you don't give up on him easily" Hoseok pleaded "It's not everyday someone comes up to us and tells us they want to help the them"

"Have you?" You ask them.

"We tried but he would never tell us how we could be of help. He also told us to stay away from Kook and his friends or else he wouldn't be friends with us anymore" Namjoon explained "We didn't want to lose the friendship we fought hard to build. We see how lonely he is sometimes and we didn't really want to contribute to that. Plus he's nice if he wants to" He chuckled.

Your heart twisted, guilty for even thinking of giving up. The both of them have been hurting in their own way and it's unfair to give special treatment to just one.

"Do you know where he goes when you guys don't have any party plans?" You ask with newfound determination. They felt grateful as they beamed at you."He goes to a book cafe near here. Since he doesn't go to school in the day, he misses out on the lessons. Though he still gets the information absorbed by Kook, it just isn't as sharp. He makes up for it by reading a lot" Namjoon explained and your heart swelled.

You took a swig of your bottle and placed it down loudly on the table "Alright then" You exclaimed as you wiped a bit if liquid staining around your mouth.

"Atta girl, I guess we'll see you around then" Hoseok chuckled.

The next night you trekked to the said book cafe. It was very quaint inside, the smell of coffee that hit your nose instantly calming you. The ambience was very tranquil as soft music played in the background. You noticed how there weren't many people in the cafe so it was easy to spot him this time. He was sitting at the very far corner, a book in hand. You were amused at how he very much looks like Kook when we waits for you but you but had to remind yourself that this is a very different person. His black clothes contrasting the white that Kook loves to wear. As you came closer, the difference became more evident as his wavy hair came into view. When he looked up from his book, he grimaced.

"Okay are you fucking stalking me?" He exasperated as he nearly slammed his book down and crossed his arms, a repeat of what happened in the party.

You stare at each other for a few uncomfortable seconds before you broke the silence

"I really didn't expect to find you in a place like this" What?

"Oh cause you think I party every night, do drugs and bring girls home right?" His glare challenging and menacing, a look that clearly says 'get away from me'. your eyes widened as it dawned unto you what you said because truth to be told, you were kind of thinking that about him. It made you sick.

"I'm really sorry! I just want to apologize for my behavior and for um creeping you out. If you want me to stop then I will but can I at least share a bit of your time now?" You asked, pleading with your eyes. You want to be as sincere as you can to him and you really hope he'd let you in.

JK was confused. It should've been easy to to just say no. One word and she'd be on her merry way.... then why on earth was he not able to say it? fuck

"Fine, you can stay" was what he said instead. You perked up and took a seat across from him. He rolled his eyes.

"Let me introduce myself properly for the second time then. I'm y/l/n y/n and I'm Ko-"

"I know who you are. I don't know what your relationship is exactly with Kook but I know you're on his mind a lot. Are you his girlfriend or something? How did you meet?" He expected a blush or some sort of shy reaction. He knows the effect Kook had on people, he hates him but he's not ignorant.

So he was surprised when he was met with you shaking your head instead "No and I'm not really here to talk about Kook. I'm here because... I want to be friends with you, nothing in return for me. I just want to get to know you"

You looked serious enough that he knew you weren't kidding but he was flabbergasted. No one really wanted to know him like that. All the people he's met either wanted a trophy friend or a trophy fuck. Having a pretty well off background didn't really help. For once, he commended Kook on having such an interesting plaything.

"What's the catch?" He asked, arms still crossed.

"Catch? Nothing. I just want to get to know you so that i'll be able to help. I know how the curse can be broken and although I don't exactly know what to do, maybe I can start by being friends with you" You explained

Ah, he gets it "I see, you're doing this for your beloved Kook then" He said, suddenly taking an interest in the table.

"I'm doing this for the both of you" You said.

Whatever, it's been a while since something spiced up his life anyway. Maybe you'll last long enough.

"Okay" He simply said.

You were surprised "Okay? I mean alright! Okay, that's great" You chuckled in relief "I'll see you tomorrow night then?" You asked, hopeful.

"I have plans" He said and you deflated a bit. He saw and sighed. "I'm free saturday afternoon" He said after a short while.

You perked up "Oh! I didn't know you front in the day?" You tilted your head.

"Am I a vampire or something? Of course I do. I'm out during weekends" He scoffed.

———

"I really feel like I'm getting somewhere guys!" You tell them over lunch

"That's great y/n. I hope you sort this out quickly though. Kookie here has been moping around ever since your attention has been divided" Tae playfully teased.

Kook kicked him from under the table to which Tae grunted "I do not!" He exclaimed with red cheeks. You only chuckled.

"So what are your plans then?" Jimin asked.

"Well, I did alot of thinking but I hope this really helps him" You excitedly said.

True to agreement, you and JK met up during the weekend at the same cafe, with books at hand.

"Oh sweetheart I really thought you were different but you're as boring as the others" He said, an elbow propped to the table as he lazily sipped on his iced coffee.

You tilted your head at him, still sorting the books "What do you mean?"

"I half expected you to bring me somewhere exciting but as I expected, I am disappointed" He sighed.

"Oh shut up" You said as you flicked his forehead. He jumped slightly in surprise, glaring at you.

"What's all this, a tutoring session?" He snorted.You beamed and clasped your hands together

"Exactly" You said with a mischievous smile "I heard that you don't really grasp school concepts as vivid as Kook's so I'm here to help you" You smiled at him.

Although he looks as stoic as ever, you knew from the slight twinge of red on his ears that you've elicited some sort of reaction from him.

He cleared his throat and crossed his arms "How do I know you're not bullshitting me? For all I know you have straight D's in your card" He said.

You fake gasped and placed a hand to your chest "Excuse me, if you notice yourself getting better at psychology it's because of me, mister" You pointed out.

He scoffed while absentmindedly flipping through the books you laid out in front of him.

"Then prove it to me" He looked at you with challenge in his eyes and oh boy you were definitely gonna give it to him.

A few subjects later and JK called for a break. A sarcastic remark is dancing at the tip of your tongue but opted to let it show through your eyes instead. He rolled his as he took a sip from his iced coffee.

"I still doubt half the things you taught me were correct" He said, playing with the rings on his fingers.

"Oh they were definitely correct" You slumped on your chair, pretty tired yourself as you sipped on your own drink.

Silence hung over the two of you and unlike earlier, it was way more comfortable and tolerable now. You were lightly tapping your fingers on the table to the rhythm of the soft music playing in the background while he was flipping through the pages of the books, not really reading the content inside. This is it, this was your chance to bond, to talk about something other than academics. You were thinking of a question to ask... anything. Racking your brain of something to say you said "How long does it take to style your hair everyday?" You were slightly embarrassed by such a trivial question but it was better than nothing.

He chuckled slightly, a sound you notice is darker than Kook's light airy laugh "Darling, I'm all natural" He said, a smirk etched in his face "This curse make it look like we're sharing a body but it's all different too. When I front, my hair naturally becomes wavy. When he fronts, it goes straight again. Same goes with wounds too, unless they're pretty deep. When I get a small graze, he usually doesn't get it" He explained.

"I see" You said. You get what he's talking about, that's the reason why he even looked off the minute you saw him. Not only was he not Kook, he physically isn't Kook as well. Kook has softer and rounder features while JK has the slightest edges to his face, cheeks and jawline more prominent.

"You staring at me, sweetheart?" His smirk never fading "But I get it, must be tiring to look at someone so ugly all the time"

You snorted "You do know you guys share most facial features right" You said.

"Oh? Then how about I let your discover what's different about our bodie-"

"Let's get back to learning shall we!" You squeaked as your cheeks reddened. He only chuckled.

You were glad you had some sort of progress with him but it slightly frustrates you that you only gathered minimal information throughout the weeks, though you've gotten more comfortable with each other now, throwing banter here and there. But it’s okay, you’ve just got to be more patient.

“Clearly my answer is correct” He argued.

You rolled your eyes “No you are most definitely wrong” crossing your arms in annoyance.

“Okay i’ll gather people who will support my claim then” He huffed.

“Do you realize you talk too much?” You squinted at him, more annoyed now.

“And do you realize you’re being a big prissy?” He countered.

“Am not!” You exclaimed. If you can drill holes with your stare then you would have by now

“Okay then, if you’re right you can ask me to buy anything for you” He offered

“And if you’re right?” You asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

He tapped a finger under his chin as if to think “How about I get one date with you” He said with confidence and your cheeks flared up.

“Absolutely not!” You exasperated, hurriedly cleaning up the materials laid out on the desk.

“Why? scared i’ll be right?” He chortled while sticking out his tongue. You flicked him on the way out.

He was way more stubborn than Kook that’s for sure, always questioning and challenging you. Despite all that, he is very bright. He picks up topics as easily as he could challenge you, which doesn’t come as a surprise as you can tell he’s an avid reader. When you both started warming up to each other was when you notice how much of a nice person he is behind the hard exterior.

He placed a strawberry drink in front of you. You felt the strongest deja vu and realized Kook did the same thing for you.

You looked at the drink fondly and then up at him. “What? Kook did the same for you too huh?” He huffed and sat down, looking the slightest bit dejected. He absolutely saw through you.

You then realized how much you were thinking about Kook and it felt unfair. Maybe it’s because you feel a slight swarm in your stomach ready to flutter whenever JK calls you that nickname that used to disgust you but now have grown accustomed to it, or the way his eyes bore into yours, a slight smirk on his lips whenever you explain a topic thoroughly to which he calls you a nerd afterwards. Maybe it’s because he’s been endearing lately and you don’t want to have to choose, opting to direct all your feelings to Kook instead. But that seemed wrong.

Shaking your head out of the trance, you offered a small smile to him “No he didn’t, thank you” You lied.

He didn’t say anything afterwards and that prompted you to slip a small tease “I didn’t know you can be so nice” You said, sipping on your drink, waiting for a response.

“Oh darling I can be bad, if you’d let me show you” He said in a sultry voice, wiggling his eyebrows. You only rolled your eyes and smacked him slightly on his arm.

———

You were checking your emails until you stumbled upon an email from your art professor. Your heart started beating loudly. You completely forgot about the announcement. Your cursor hovered over the email, silently praying for a passing grade.

Please please please

The word passed came out in bold and you squealed. All the hard work with Kook did not go to waste and you were extremely elated. You checked your clock which read 8:43. Kook must be gone by now and you’d have to wait until next week to tell him, but you were impatient. Getting dressed, you went out in search for JK.

Opening the doors to the book cafe you’ve gotten used to, you spotted JK in his usual corner, your usual corner now as well.

“Well you’re early. I thought we wouldn’t have another session till tomorrow” He said, confused.

“I passed art appreciation oh my god!” You squeaked excitedly, bouncing on your toes.

“Isn’t that shit easy?” He asked, tilting his head.

Your cheeks puffed as you pouted “Hey! I was having a hard time okay” You crossed your arms “Anyway, can I borrow Kook tomorrow? I promise we’ll get right back next week. I just need to thank him for helping me out on this one” You explained.

JK’s face darkened “Why? You see him nearly everyday and you’re gonna start seeing him on weekends too?”

You were surprised at the sudden bite that laced his words “It’s only for a day plus I don’t get to see him the way I do with you in uni” You explained.

“Fine whatever” was what he said before going back to the book that he was reading. He doesn’t care- he shouldn’t care.

Shrugging your shoulders, you walked out of the cafe, excitement filling you up again. What you didn’t notice was JK staring at you, a big frown on his face, as you left.

The next day, you invited Kook over at your apartment, delicious food ready on the table. You only ever had Jimin at your place before and although you should feel nervous, you were quite calm.

“What’s the celebration for?” Kook asked, eyeing the food

“Well” You started “I passed art appreciation!” You announced, a big smile on your face.

His eyes widened as his face broke into a grin as well. He suddenly tackled you in a big hug and spun you around, the both of you laughing. “I knew you can do it, angel! I’m really proud of you” He said as he set you down.

Red dusted both of your cheeks at the contact and you dragged him over to the living room “I know it’s not much but I wanna thank you for the help by treating you to good food and a good movie marathon” You sheepishly said, not making eye contact.

He placed a hand to your shoulder “It’s amazing, Y/N. I love it” He truly was grateful.

A full tummy and a few movies later you were both knocked out, not really paying attention to the movie anymore, though it was still playing. It was getting dark meaning Kook would probably have to leave as JK would front sooner or later, probably still annoyed he didn’t get to front in the day when it was the weekend. You didn’t want him to go though.

“I have a question” You said lazily. He hummed in acknowledgement as you continued “Do you guys share memories?” You asked.

“Sometimes we do, only in fragments though. We mostly share emotions, usually only when they’re strong. Other than that, I completely do not know what is happening in that guy’s life” He explained.

You nodded as you understood and yawned. You scooted closer to him, finding solace in his warmth and he welcomed you, placing his arms around your shoulder to pull you closer. You placed your head on his chest and let the steady thump of his heartbeat calm you.

Kook felt like he was gonna combust, with you all curled up against him, your warmth filling his senses, he didn’t know how to think. He watched as your body slightly rose and fell from breathing and mimicked the tempo. He subconsciously ran his hand through your hair to which earned him a small moan, almost inaudible but it still reached his ears. He stopped in his tracks.

“Y/N” He said in a small voice. You looked up and was met with an unreadable expression.

Placing a gentle hand at the back of your neck, he pressed his forehead against yours. You both were staring at each other, not moving as to not break the trance. Slowly, he placed his lips on yours in a feather-like kiss. Seeing how you didn’t feel repulsed by the action prompted him to land his lips on yours again. Your hands reached for his hair to deepen the kiss as his other hand roamed your back, tingles running down your spine with each touch. But before anything can get truly heated, he pulled away.

“I better get going, JK is going to kill me for being out too much” Kook said in almost a whisper of a voice. He chuckled when he saw you pouting and placed a hand on your cheek. “I’ll see you soon, angel” He said as he leaned forward to press his lips against the other cheek.

You couldn’t really sleep that night. The kiss with Kook still replaying on your mind. Your thoughts drifted to JK, when the erratic beating of your heart calmed down, and you somehow got anxious about the thought of meeting him. Would he get mad you spent the weekend with Kook instead of him? He probably is.

You didn’t have to think too hard because you were tapping your fingers on the table of your usual spot, JK nowhere in sight. It was already dark and you’d hoped for too long he was only running late but no- he totally stood you up. Getting irked, you gathered your things and went out the door. You were standing outside the cafe when you thought about what you should do. Should you just go home or find him? One thing you absolutely hated was getting stood up and your anger would probably dissipate by the time next weekend rolls around so why not just release out now?

Fishing for the phone in your pocket, you silently thank yourself for getting Namjoon’s number. You texted if he knew where JK was and rang him once to alert him. You were getting more impatient by the minute. Fortunately Namjoon texted back fairly quickly, giving you the address of the club they were in.

“That little shit” You said to yourself as you stormed to where they would be in a fit of rage.

Coming to a club wearing casual clothes and a tote bag full of books didn’t really help blend you in. You were a goldfish in a school of betta fishes. The initial adrenaline was starting to come down as you were frantically looking for familiar faces. This club was more packed than the ones you go to and it was getting harder to breathe by the minute, the stench of alcohol and drugs making your head hurt. You were starting to notice the stares you got from people as you occasionally bump into one and you were getting more insecure. The blaring music and flashing lights made your head pound even more. You were trying to find the phone you slipped in your bag when you suddenly felt it... a hand on your ass.

Flicking your head to where the hand was coming from, you were met with a very intoxicated man, eyes roaming your body. You pushed his hand away, quaking in fear but he only grabbed your wrist.

“Let me go” You pleaded as you struggled out of his grasp.

The hand was quickly ripped off when an arm snaked around your waist to push you behind their back.Your whole body trembled but you got the courage to look up to find out who your savior was.

JK’s eyes were filled with absolute fury as he was sizing up the guy “She said let go” He said through gritted teeth.

The man scoffs. “Your bitch has some nerve going here” He mocked.

Something snaps in JK as he lands the first punch square to his nose. The guy stumbles backward, holding his face. He spits blood as he threw a punch to JK as well, the rings he was wearing scratching his face. Soon enough it became a full on brawl, punches and kicks thrown everywhere as they moved around, occasionally breaking something along the way. The bouncers finally came and pulled them off each other, hauling them by the collar of their shirts outside. Someone tapped your shoulder and you flinched.

“Sorry” A voice you recognize as Hoseok rang through your eyes as relief washed over your body. You looked at both Hoseok and Namjoon with concern as JK was still being escorted out.

“Take care of him will you?” Namjoon asked as you nodded, still not finding the strength to speak after what happened.

You followed JK out the door and found him wiping the blood off of his cheek, anger still littered his eyes. He was avoiding your gaze but looked when you softly held his hand.

“You... come on” You dragged him until you reached your apartment, not uttering a word the whole way.

You were met with the dark empty space, JK still silent as he took in his surroundings, occasionally wiping the blood off his face. You took him to the bathroom and made him sit on the toilet while you find a first aid kit.

“I’ll be right back” You told him. He only looked at you with a blank face but his eyes trailed over to you as you went away.

When you got back, a wet towel in hand, you loomed over him to get a better look. He had a busted lip and gashes from where the rings hit his cheek, thankful that it wasn’t deep enough that it would need stitches. You gently placed a hand under his chin to tilt his face slightly as you started dabbing the wet cloth over his wounds. His eyes bore into yours as he sported a pained look

“Suck it up you big baby, that’s what you get for picking a fight” You scolded, as you continued to wipe the blood off his face and treating the wounds with antiseptic.

“A thank you would be nice you know” He croaked, now averting his eyes from your gaze.

You stopped whatever you were doing and looked at him. “Thank you, but I’m still mad at you for standing me up today” You said as you starting dabbing on his face again, this time on the corner of his mouth. “God Kook’s going to kill you for messing up your faces”

He grabbed your wrist and placed it down, making you drop the towel in your hand. “Can you for one second shut up about Kook”

He stood up and snaked an arm around your waist as the other laid at the back of your neck. He pinned you against the tiled wall as he slammed his lips against yours. Your cheeks flared up as you subconsciously raised a hand to his head and fisted his hair, to which elicited a groan from him. The hand on your waist was strong as he gripped you hard, a bruise sure to mark wherever his hand touched, but you didn’t mind. He moved back as he sat on the toilet, you being brought along with him all while not breaking the heated kiss. His hands roamed up and down your body as you were basically straddling him, trailing his kisses down south to your neck. You moaned and shifted your weight to a better position but soon realized the effect it had on him, a growing tent from right under your core. He kissed you back on the lips before pulling back, the both of you breathing heavily.

He was still dangerously close to your face, his breath tickling your cheeks. “Do you know how annoying it is to have Kook’s pesky feelings practically take over mine too? You both are annoying little shits”

Your eyes widened as you hurriedly got off of him. He dusted himself off before making his way out of the bathroom. Noticing your balcony, he wasted no time going there, needing a breather.

You pressed your back against the wall as you put a hand over your chest, feeling the heavy thumping of your heart. You were still breathing heavily as you tried to process what just happened. You felt slightly guilty for being unfair to Kook but you both haven’t talked about the kiss after it happened so it wasn’t like you were his girlfriend. Meanwhile, JK’s touches were like fire. You note the growing wetness on your core thinking about how he slid his hands up and down your thigh, coming dangerously close every time he slid it up. You shook your head in an attempt to rid yourself from such thoughts.

You figured he needed to cool and down and you gave him just that. Taking a break yourself, you finally calmed down. You took a water bottle from the fridge and headed to the balcony. You saw him looking at the view, moon illuminating his features as both his elbows were propped up on the railing, despite his slightly messed up face, he was gorgeous.

Oddly calm and unembarrassed despite what transpired moments ago, you tapped the water bottle on his arm. “Here” You said as he took the bottle and had a sip. You both were just looking at the view, not speaking a word until you decided to break the silence “Can I ask?” You said.

He looked at you from the side, eyebrow arching but nodded which prompted you to continue “Why do you hate Kook so much?” You asked.

He turned over to you and gave a deep sigh. He stared at you in silence for a few seconds before speaking. “I had to hide because of him. I was always pretty mischievous and I guess my parents wanted a prim and proper child- an obedient one. Kook was everything I’m not” He looked at his shoes, pain evident in his eyes “They thought I was a menace to Kook’s perfect life and treated me as if I wasn’t their child. I was forced to stay in the dark, literally, ever since I was a kid. It was so fucking lonely, Y/N. Everyone was either tired or asleep at night, I had no one to play with or talk to. When I got a bit older, I found out about clubs that were open all through the night and basically got addicted to partying since then” He said, raw emotion dripping in his voice.

“Not to be rude but, were you not physically able to front at daytime?” You cautiously asked.

“I wanted to impress my parents. I wanted to prove to them that I can be as obedient as anyone else, so when they told me to only come out at night, I followed. After a while it basically became a routine, so much that my body just naturally comes out at night and was tired in the early morning. Because of that, I never really got to bond with my parents, and they never really got to know me” He sighed before he furrowed his eyebrows in anger, hands clasped in fists. “I fucking hate Kook”

You reached out for his first and uncurled it, lacing your fingers around it instead. “You’re strong for being able to withstand all that” You said as you cupped his cheek, his expression softening at your touch. “I’m here if you need me” You told him. He offered you the smallest of smiles as you pulled away.

“I gotta go” He said as the both of you made your way to the door. He was about to go before he stopped in his tracks. He swiveled around to face you before placing a hand behind your head and pulling you in for another kiss, his teeth catching your bottom lip in a small bite “I’m sorry I stood you up, sweetheart” He said, the sickeningly sweet tone back again as he closed the door. Your heart was pounding again as thoughts danced around in your head.

Ugh I need sleep

But you couldn’t sleep. You thought about JK and what he had to go through and figured that it’s best to let Kook know about this, maybe it’s a step closer to breaking the curse. Filled with determination, you finally let sleep take over you.

———

You examined the bruises he left on on your hip, frowning as you traced the deep purple marks. You got dressed and set out to look for Kook.

He met you in the learning commons, fond memories lacing this place. There weren’t many people here yet, which you thought was perfect. Kook finally arrived at he set his things down and sat beside you.

“So what did you want to talk about?” He asked, head tilted to the side.

“Well” You started, fidgeting your thumbs. Taking a deep breath, you looked at him “So I had a talk with JK lately”

Kook’s eyebrows furrowed “And?” He edged you on.

You explained what went on in his life, particularly his childhood. You told him how he felt lonely and sad and that he was mistreated by their parents. Kook seemed to understand as he was nodding but he wasn’t looking at you with gleeful eyes anymore. Instead, he had a blank expression on his face, his eyes completely lifeless as he listened to you speak. For a moment you thought it was JK who you were talking to until you took in his appearance again. No this is definitely Kook.

“So I just think... that you should go easy on him. Yes you’ve been hurt but so is he. It would be better if you’d understood each other’s pains” You explained.

Then, something else burned in his eyes, it was something you were completely not used to, something menacing. He slumped back on his chair, arms crossed and you gulped.

“And what about my pain? Do you know anything of it?” He said, sporting the blank look that hid the pain his voice was threatening to spill. “I was dubbed a monster at night and did I want that? I wasn’t able to make friends properly because of that you know” He then leaned forward, elbows propped up on his thighs. “I tried to help him, I left notes, messages, anything. I wanted to let him in the daylight for once, but he didn’t listen and even flat out refused saying that he liked his nightlife. I believed him.” He sat up straight now, his eyes burning with anger “And what did he do? Toy with my life. He sabotaged all of my relationships and that fucker had the nerve to be happy with my frustrations. My friends hated me and as much as I wanted to apologize, what can I say? That it wasn’t me who told them all those things? They’d think i’m either an amnesiac or a psycho. He even tried to ruin my relationship with Taehyung, thankfully he figured out something was wrong and asked me personally, so I told him the truth. He’s been the only friend I had ever since... all because of who? Because of your precious JK. Just wait, when he’s completely obliterated whatever we have, he’ll stop toying around with you too.” He spat out, disgust evident in his face.

He quickly gathered his things and left you dumbfounded. You didn’t notice the tears pooled around your eyes and how much you were holding your breath. Your chest started to hurt at the revelation as you were feeling torn, completely emotionally drained. You slumped back to your seat as you thought about what to do. Now that you heard both their sides, it was best that they knew about it all. So once again, you waited until sundown to talk to JK.

You dragged yourself to the cafe, completely worn out at this point. You spotted JK at the usual spot and ushered for him to talk to you outside.

“Miss me already, sweetheart?” He smirked and you only sighed.

“Why did you do that?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. You were completely done tiptoeing around.

“Do what?” He asked, mirroring your growing frustration. He was always ill tempered.

“Sabotage Kook’s relationships? He wanted to help but you kept refusing him?” You said, your voice slightly raising.

“Help? From him?” He scoffed “Why would I need help from the one who’s ruined it all?”

“How about you just try to work with your problems rather than avoid it completely? Ruining people’s relationships is a completely immature way of handling this situation” You scolded. You were both sizing each other up, the other not backing down.

“Oh I see, you just love to side with Kook huh? It’s okay, everyone does. I will always just be in the backseat worshipping the feet of the holy other me” He said in a mocking tone, pacing side to side.

You were getting angrier by the minute, cartoon smoke probably coming out of your ears by now “I’m not siding with anyone! God!” You shouted, raising your hand in the air in frustration “You know what, I’m done. I’m done being the both of you guys’s emotional punching bag. I only tried to help but you both think I’m siding with the other” You placed a hand on your forehead, mock laughing “Ha, and to think we actually had something going on. You were probably going to discard me after you’re done playing with another one of Kook’s relationships right?” You asked him, menace in your eyes. “Am I wrong?”

He only stared at you, expression growing softer but you were only hurt by his response, or lack thereof.

“Thought so” You said. “You probably haven’t gotten rid of me yet because apparently Kook’s feelings latched unto you. That was the only reason you liked me anyways”

“No that’s not it” He reached out for you but you only backed away “It’s true that his feelings somewhat caught unto mine but it was strengthened by me. My feelings for you are purely mine and they are genuine” He pleaded.

You came up close to his face, eyes squinting “You know what?” You started “I don’t care. I’m tired. Tell Kook I don’t want to see the both of you until you settled matters in your own hands” You said walked away, leaving him dumbfounded and frustrated.

Your tears completely spilled all over once you hit your mattress. You were oh so tired. Your hand found your phone, dialing Jimin’s number. After a few rings he picked up.

“Y/N? Where are you? Is something wrong” He asked from the other line.

You were ugly sobbing as you spoke to the phone “I-I’m home but J-Jimin can you come o-over? I need someone”

“I’ll be right there, Y/N”

You spent the night bawling to Jimin about how emotionally tired you are whilst eating takeout and playing movies in the background, a common instance for the both of you when one is feeling a bit let down. People have always asked when you were going to date but you never thought of each other that way. He’s always been like a brother to you and you were thankful for the friendship.

He was stroking your hair while you continued to rack sobs, calming down with every second. “You’ve always been such a compassionate soul but you got to take care of yourself too” Jimin said as he lifted your chin up “You’re not obligated to fix anyone. If you’ve done all that you think you can then that’s as far as you can go, at least you’ve done your part" He wiped the remaining tears away from your face. “It doesn’t make you a bad person if you’re unable help everyone because you’re emotionally unavailable, always remember that”

You sniffed and hugged him tightly “Oh what am I going to do without you?”

“Probably wallow in more boy drama” He jokingly said. “Chin up, they’ll come around when they’re ready”

“Yeah” You said with a small smile, your heart less turbulent now.

As per your wish, the both of them ignored you throughout uni and in the weekends. You had to admit that it was a bit boring not having them in your life, completely not used to their lack of presence but Jimin and Tae made up for it, Namjoon and Hoseok also coming to hang out with you guys more.

“You know Kook is very beat about all this” Tae mentioned one time at the lunch table.

“Yeah JK too, he’s absolutely devastated” Hoseok added. “You really had them both wrapped around your finger” He joked as he took a bite out of his sandwich.

“Guys I really don’t wanna hear about the both of them right now” You said, rubbing your temple. They both squeaked apologies as you all continued eating.

Slowly, your energy was coming back. You refreshed yourself with friendship and knowledge, often coming to the library to read for leisure with Namjoon when you found out about his extensive knowledge in books. You also hung out with Hoseok in the uni’s dance room, always dragging you along to one of his dance practices for what he claimed as needing moral support. He also introduced you to his friend Yoongi who sometimes makes the music he dances to. But it was Jimin and Taehyung who was with you the most, gluing themselves to your hip. You didn’t really mind, they were like peas in a pod and being with them is entertaining. They often came by your apartment, bringing various food and games to play with.

“You know you guys don’t have to come here every time, it’s not like I went through a massive breakup” You roll your eyes at them as they set down large tubs of ice cream on your kitchen counter

“You might as well have, with the way you cried over them” Jimin snickered.

“Hey!” You smacked his arm, puffing your cheeks.

“We get to help a friend out as well as have an excuse to eat all this junk. I’d say it’s a win win” Tae said as he slung an arm around your shoulders, laughing. You laughed with them, thankful.

They left earlier than they usually do and you were sat alone eating the tub of ice cream in your living room, watching whatever. You suddenly heard a knock on your door as you set the food down to check whoever it was.

You were shocked as you opened the door, your mouth agape as you took in his appearance. “Kook? err JK?” You said hesitantly, completely not distinguishing who it was. He held out the flowers he brought to you as you took it in your hands.

He smiled sheepishly, red dusting his cheeks “I’m both of them now” He said and your eyes widened. That is why you couldn’t tell them apart. His hair wasn’t pin straight like Kook’s nor as wavy as JK’s. His expression also isn’t as soft nor as cold.

“And I want to apologize for what I did, I’m truly sorry Y/N. We finally had something in common that we were willing to compromise for and that’s you” He stepped forward and tentatively reached out to cup my cheek. When he realized that his action didn’t make you uncomfortable, he continued “We couldn’t risk losing you and that anchored us more to each other until we just fully fused. I have both their memories but I want us to start over so we can make fresh memories together, me being one entity this time” He chuckled softly. “Thank you for breaking the curse”

Your heart jumped out of your chest as you pulled him in your apartment. You truly missed him. You set the flowers down as you jumped up to wrap your arms around his neck in a hug. “I forgive you and I’m sorry too” You nuzzled your head closer to the crook of his neck.

He cradled your face when you both pulled away, but still staying as close. “Now we can truly start over” He smiled.

You grabbed the collar of his shirt as you pressed your lips against him in an instant heated makeout. His hand found your hips as he gripped you closer to him “Well this is not what I had in mind but I’m definitely not complaining” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes as you found his lips again, taking his jacket off in the process. You dragged him to the bedroom, kicking off his shoes and taking your shirt off. His touches were like fire as his hands roamed your back, coming dangerously close to the clasp of your bra. He suddenly gripped the back of your thighs as he hoisted you up. Wrapping your legs around his waist you felt something hard pressed against your core. You grinded against him as he grunted against your mouth, biting your lower lip.

“You naughty girl” His voice was dark and sultry and it shot through your sex, wetness growing by the minute. He threw you on your bed as he climbed on top of you, nearly straddling your waist. He took his shirt off and you took in his appearance. He was very toned, abs lining up his stomach as you gently traced over it. “Like what you see?” He teased.

He started peppering kisses all over your neck as he gripped your thigh, occasionally sliding his hand up your shorts which gave you shivers as you moaned. He brought his kisses lower, stopping at the crevice between your breast as brought his hand under you to unclasp your bra, biting it with his teeth to take it off you. He looked at you hungrily, you looked like sex on a platter.

You blushed under his intense gaze and looked away. He noticed your shyness and his expression softened as he kissed your forehead “You’re beautiful, princess” He said. “We can stop whenever you want, just say the word”

You shook your head “No, it’s okay. Also i’m on birth control” You said as he peppered kisses all over your face.

“Then... would you let me make you feel good, princess?” He asked and you shyly nodded.

His expression then changed into that of a big bad wolf “Don’t worry, princess you’re in good hands” You were surprised at how a simple nickname can change from something sweet to dirty in a second but you weren’t complaining.

He took your right breast in his mouth, sucking on your nipple. You arched back in pleasure as he did the same with your left. He then kissed your abdomen until he reached the waistband of your shorts. Pulling both your shorts and underwear off, you were left naked underneath him.

He licked his lips as he started sucking on your core “Hahh- keep doing that, ugh” You moaned as he kept lapping at your clit. The sounds you were making didn’t help the growing tent in his pants as he kept sucking and roaming your thighs with his hands.

“I-I I’m gonna” You said, rolling your head back as you fisted his hair. Just when you were going to climax, he pulled his mouth away from you in a smirk “Don’t think i’m going to let you off that easy, princess” He said as he took his pants and underwear off.

He was big, really big. Veiny and thick and you just couldn’t wait. You sat up and pushed him back, making him sit. You got on all fours, taking him in your hands as he moaned. He was already really hard and you gave him a few good pumps before putting his aching cock in your mouth. His head rolled back as he breathed heavily “Fuck, Y/N”

Satisfied by his sounds, you bobbed your head up and down faster, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. Before he could cum, you removed yourself from him and wiped your mouth. You straddled him and aligned his cock to your core as you slid down. “Hahhh, oh god” You said in pleasure.

He gripped your ass and guided your bounce on his dick. “Fuck you feel so good baby, wrapped around me like that” Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as he was deep into you, the sound of skin slapping and moaning filling the room.

He the lifted you up and laid you down, still inside you, as he placed your legs over his shoulders. With a smirk he then pounded into you, taking in the bouncing of your breasts.

“Oh god oh god don’t stop oh fuck. Just cum inside me” You moaned as your core tightened, reaching your climax. A few more thrusts and his movements started staggering, soon he reached his high as well, completely stopping as he spilled inside you. Pulling out, he grabbed the tissue you kept on your desk as he cleaned the juices that were leaking out of you.

He then came up and placed a tender kiss to your lips as he stroked your hair “You did great, princess. You were so good” He said sweetly.

He spent the night at your place, completely tired. When morning came you were the first to wake. You trace his features and took in the difference. His features weren’t as soft but weren’t as sharp as well, it was a good balance. You also note how he was both sweet and cocky last night, his performance smack right in the middle. Gliding your hands over his jaw, his nose and lastly his lips, he suddenly opened his eyes.

“Are you observing me?” He asked sleepily. You giggled at his cute demeanor as placed your head on his bare chest, the both of you not having strength to put clothes back on last night.

You tilted your head back up to look at him “I just realized” You started.

He cocked his head to the side as he brushed a hair out of your face “Realize what?”

“What should I call you now?” You asked.

“Jungkook” He said as he placed a tender kiss on your lips.

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Blood, Sweat, and Tears -- Chapter Twenty-One

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“It has been a paradise, an absolute paradise,” I grin as Sooyoung kicks her feet up onto my hospital bed as she lounges in a chair. “It has been video games, anime, and books all day long. To think that it has been a week of just relaxing. I haven’t done any schoolwork or mafia work, and I have just been enjoying my time with Tae.”

“Well, his life is about ten times easier now that he can be by your side instead of watching you on a screen in some dark room,” Sooyoung chuckles. “Where is he anyways?”

“He’s off telling all the other hackers what to do since some plan has been set into motion,” I shrug. “Normally they can just come to him and ask whatever questions whenever the want, but now that Yoongi has told him to rarely leave my side, he has to plan meetings for every once and a while.”

“He is the lead hacker for Bangtan, so they all have to go to him. Ah, Mr. Hacker, I haven’t seen him in a while.”

“Still, I hope that he’ll let me come with him next time, since I don’t think that I will be in here for too much longer.”

“You want him to show you off?” She teases, tapping my leg with her foot. “The whole mansion already knows that the two of you are together. The next step will be to let the world outside these walls know.”

“I’m working on it, but Yoongi doesn’t want me to just post a picture on social media and be done with it. I don’t think it is that big of a deal, but he does since Taehyung works for Bangtan.”

“He doesn’t want people to get the wrong idea. Either way, the two of you are together, in love, and living your best life. Have Taehyung and you done anything special since you’ve been in here?”

“Other than help me take a couple baths because the bruise on my side is painful and has been limiting my movement, we haven’t done anything that exciting.”

“That is cute that he would help you bathe,” she giggles. “Its that or let one of the doctors give you a sponge bath, right?”

I chuckle, “Minho actually came in with everything needed to give me a sponge bath the second day, and Taehyung burst out of his seat and refused to let it happen. The Doc insisted that he thinks nothing sexual about it, but Tae was not having any of it. Eventually I was able to butt in, and I asked if Tae could just give me a bath. Minho said that would be fine, and every other day I get to have a bath where my loving boyfriend cleans me up.”

“What I would give to have Doc give me a sponge bath,” Sooyoung happily sighs.

“I thought you were finally dating Jungkook?” I raise my eyebrows at her.

She waves me off, “And when he finally takes a shower with me, I will let you know.”

“What have you two done?”

“Well, when your boyfriend is an assassin, it can be hard to go out on dates because he wants to keep his identity completely out of the world’s eye. We have gone on a few dates, though, but most of the time we hang out here. We haven’t gone nearly as far as you and Taehyung,” she smirks.

“Shut up,” I giggle, shoving my legs over to hit her feet. “Sometimes I regret telling you about that night, but I knew that you would keep asking if I didn’t.”

“Have you gone all the way since then?”

I roll my eyes, throwing a waded up napkin at her. “You think that I have had time to even think about that? With my brain wanting to explode, and the Red Wolves coming after me, and then schoolwork. My dreams don’t even go in that direction. In fact, I haven’t been having dreams, which makes me happy beyond words.”

“Not a single image?”

I shake my head, “Not a thing. Nothing but darkness.”

“How does Taehyung sleep in here? Is he stuck on the couch?”

“Well, the first few nights he was because of my side, but now that my hospital bed isn’t so hospital like, I sit in his lap while he runs his fingers over my hurt side with the upmost care. Before he rarely got any sleep, so now I make sure that when I go to bed, so does he.”

“Well, before he was doing all that he could to keep an eye on you, and now he gets to spend all his time with you.”

“He said that he would take cat naps whenever he could, which makes me sad that he would risk his health in that way.”

“He’d risk anything for you,” she pulls her feet off my bed, leaning forward to rest her arms on the side. “What about a double date with Jungkook and I, though? That takes no risk at all.”

I giggle, “It might be a while until I am out of here. My bruise has turned that gross color that means it is beginning to heal.”

“I didn’t say we had to go out and do something,” she tilts her head slightly to one side. “We can do whatever we want, and those boys would love to spend every second with us.”

I giggle, “Well, you aren’t wrong.”

A knock comes at my door, and then in the next moment, Boram is walking in with a tube of cream in her hand.

“Hello ladies,” Boram flashes a smile. “What are we talking about in here?”

“Boys, mostly,” Sooyoung leans back in her chair. “Care to join us, Boo?”

“I wish,” she sighs, walking over to the side of my bed. “There are a lot more people in the medical wing than normal right now, so I am being kept busy.”

“We can talk to you while you are looking me over, though,” I smile, pushing myself into a more upright position. “The fact that I don’t have to wear a hospital gown will always be a blessing,” I gingerly raise my arm so Boram can lift up my shirt to examine my side.

“Well, I have to say that this bruise is healing,” Boram squirts some cream onto her hand before rubbing in onto my skin. “Where’s Taehyung?”

“Off directing the hackers,” I softly smile. “What about your boy troubles?”

“Yeah, how are you and Taemin?” Sooyoung asks.

Boram chuckles, “He’s still my brother’s best friend, and we’ve been talking more, but I don’t want to jump into anything. The last thing I want is for Minho to go crazy because his little sister is dating someone, and that someone happens to be one of the closest people he has within these walls.”

“Progress has been made though, yes?” I look up to catch her gaze.

She pulls her hand away from my side, letting go of my shirt so that I can bring my arm back by my side. “He’s been coming to my office with coffee on the days that I come to work early, and we’ve been getting closer. Its hard to tell if he likes me as more than a little sister. I really hope he doesn’t see me as that.”

“I can always find out if he’s sweet on you,” I coo, looking around the room at all the hidden cameras before focusing back on Boram.

“Nope,” she shakes her head, walking back over to the door. “I would never want you to do that. Besides, I doubt he stands in his office and monologues about wanting to ask me out or something.”

“No, but the boys talk more than we do,” Sooyoung giggles. “There is a lot more of them here, and it is possible that he has told someone that he has a crush on you. I mean, you are super cute no matter what, so he would be an idiot not to like you.”

Boram chuckles, “Thanks, Pebbles. Either way, I don’t want to know. All I want is to keep growing like we have been, and whatever happens will be good with me.”

“We’ll be rooting for you, Boo,” I smile and give a thumbs-up.

“And us girls stick together, so come to us whenever you need,” Sooyoung kicks her feet back up onto my bed.

“I appreciate it,” Boram slightly bows with a wide smile on her face. “I’ll see you later, and don’t be afraid to call for me if anything doesn’t feel right.”

“Will do,” I place my hands onto my lap.

She nods, then exits the room without another word.

“Her brother may be an attractive man, but she will always be the sweetest doctor I have ever met,” Sooyoung speaks up after a bit of silence.

“The only one in the entire mansion with a cat,” I tap my feet together. “All because she couldn’t leave it on the street, and when she starts to tear up it is over for everyone.”

“Before she walked in, I was going to ask you about school. What is going on with that?”

“I will never step foot back on that campus,” I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. “There are too many risks even with someone to be my bodyguard like Jimin was. I don’t feel safe outside the mansion right now. I’m going to finish my semester out online with the professors I have, and then in the spring I can go full time online. I’d like to drop it all together, but Yoongi won’t allow that. It will be a lost less stressful being able to stay home, though. I can get schoolwork done a lot faster, and then go off and be the leader that I have been itching to be.”

“You’ve been a great leader so far, I promise.”

I shrug, “It has been a hard road since my father died, but we finally have a goal in mind. Everything is starting to clear up.”

“It is only a matter of time before Bangtan comes out on top, so we just have to be patient.”

The squeak of my door slowly opening snaps my attention to who is coming in now. Taehyung’s focused face as he carries a tray full of food makes my heartbeat quicken.

“Taehyungie, are you done with all your meetings so soon?” I reach out to him.

He looks up, a boxy smile taking over his face at once. “It has been four hours already. Did it go by fast with Sooyoung?”

“We played video games in the beginning, so that can pass the time in the blink of an eye,” Sooyoung places her feet on the ground before standing up. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds to catch up,” she sends a wink my way. “We’ll figure out a double date activity to do in a few days.”

“Sounds perfect,” I eagerly nod.

“I didn’t meant to force you out,” Taehyung grimaces.

“You’re not,” Sooyoung walks to the door. “I can go force Jungkook to have lunch with me, so it is fine.”

“Come back soon, Pebbles, I love you,” I call out.

“Love you too, Areum,” she flashes a smile at me before sliding pass Taehyung and shutting the door.

“How was everything, Tae?” I ask as he sets the tray down on the table next to my bed.

“Long because you weren’t with me,” he leans over to press a quick kiss to my lips. “I don’t like being away from you that long. That might come off as clingy, but I really don’t give a damn.”

I giggle, “I don’t think it is clingy at all.”

“How has your day been so far?” He steps away, going back to organize all the food.

“Nothing special. Just another day in the medical wing. I hope that I can leave soon because I am starting to get cabin fever. I miss Snow, and my big bed that is so much more comfortable to sleep with you in. And I miss Cookie, and being able to read wherever I choose.”

“You’ll be out of here soon, I promise,” he hands me a plate of various foods. “The first thing you’ll have to do is co-lead a meeting, though.”

“I’ll be ready,” I pick up my chopsticks. “My whole life has been leading to this moment.”

“Is there anything that you want to do today?”

“Can you spend a few hours away from hacking to be with me?” I slightly pout. “We can play video games, or watch some anime, or just cuddle, I don’t care. All I want is to feel you next to me.”

Taehyung tenderly smiles, “Of course, babe. I can be yours for the rest of the day. No hacking for me. I’ll do whatever you want. I’m yours first, and hacking comes second.”

“I love you so fucking much, Taehyung, and I hope you never get sick of me saying that.”

“I’ll never get tired of hearing how much you love me,” he chuckles. “Because it makes me feel like the happiest man in the world.”

********

To say that I hate every aspect about staying in the medical wing in a private room would be untrue. I love being waited on, and I love that Taehyung gets to be with me every second of every day. I have had a lot of visitors to help pass the time, which has been a blessing with all the crazy stuff that has been happening. Since Sooyoung’s visit a few days ago, it was deemed that I should get back to training, as long as I don’t push my side too hard. Jimin has been coming up to my room in bursts to work on my lower body, and we’ve started to do soft punches until I can stop grimacing because of my side. The bruise is getting smaller every day, so I can only hope that in a few days it will be gone completely. That I won’t have a constant reminder of the one who cheated on me. That I will be able to get back to my life.

“You piece of shit, Jungkook!” I exclaim as he hits me with a red shell before passing me to get into first place.

“This sucks,” Sooyoung groans from her seat in front of my bed as she falls off the level once again, solidifying her last place for this race. “There are way to many turns, and I can’t figure out how to drift.”

“Blue shell!” Taehyung laughs as Jungkook runs through every curse word known to man before being destroyed.

“Thank you Tae,” I nudge my boyfriend with my shoulder as I cross over the finish line in first place. “And that is what teamwork is all about.”

“I can’t believe that just happened,” Jungkook groans as he crosses over the finish line in second. “At least I fucked up Taehyung in the beginning to be ahead of him.” He wiggles around in the chair that he has placed next to Sooyoung.

“I need to figure out a different build, because this is not working out,” Sooyoung sighs as the race ends with her still in last place. “I was doing so well until you all started to pick maps that had way too many turns.”

“That is another win for Areum and I,” Taehyung presses a few kisses to my cheek once the point screen pops up, showing that we won by two points.

“It was close, which is about how it has been all day,” Jungkook softly smiles at Sooyoung. “You have gotten a lot better in the short time that we have been playing, so that is impressive.”

“I am not going to stop until we win,” Sooyoung’s jaw sets, glaring at the TV as she works on a new cart build.

“I always wondered what playing all those video games would do for you, babe,” Taehyung chuckles, pinching my side causing me to giggle and squirm around.

“And I always wondered if I would ever have someone to play my favorite games with,” I stretch to push my lips to his. The action sending a quick zap through my injured side, and I can’t help the pained whine that leaves my lips.

“Are you okay?” Taehyung’s face floods with panic.

“Getting too frisky back there, Areum?” Sooyoung teases, her face relaxing as she looks back at Taehyung and I in my hospital bed. “They haven’t cleared your side yet, so you need to be careful.”

“Shut up,” I shake my head as a grin forms on my face. “I just stretched in way that I shouldn’t have.”

“To give me a kiss,” Taehyung giggles, leaning down to capture my lips with his. “Just tell me when you want a kiss, kitten, and I will give it to you,” he whispers for only me to hear.

I push him away, feeling my cheeks heating up. “Are you ready to get another game start, Sooyoung?”

“Why are you cheeks so red?” Jungkook’s lips curl up into the smallest smirk.

“Taehyung has that effect on her,” Sooyoung places her hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “He can make her blush without a single word, which is super cute. They’re trying to make up for missed time.”

“Well, when you love someone as much as I love Areum, we can do whatever we want,” Taehyung presses a kiss to my temple. “And I have loved her for a long time.”

“And my heart has always been yours,” I firmly nod. “Now, I think we have to talk about you two,” I point at Sooyoung and then Jungkook. “You’ve been pretty cute recently. I mean, you came in here holding hands, and I have seen the looks you shoot each other every now and again.”

“It is nice to see my friends falling in love,” Taehyung smirks.

Sooyoung’s mouth falls open as her cheeks bloom with red.

“After I saw the two of you finally dive in, I thought I would give it a shot,” Jungkook grabs Sooyoung’s hand that is still on his shoulder. “I still have my guard up, but sometimes all you need is a special someone to help you through the tough times.”

Sooyoung rapidly blinks, slowly closing her mouth. “I don’t know what to say, and I always know what to say.”

I giggle, “We are all just misfits who deserve to find love. A few broken toys that should not be afraid to ask someone else for some glue.”

“You are such a poet or whatever,” Sooyoung chuckles. “That was cute though.”

“I mean, we are all here for a reason,” I shrug.

“It is all thanks to your father,” Taehyung says. “Without him, none of us would be here.”

“And he would be so proud of all of us and what we have done.”

“What is the first thing that you are going to do when you get out of here, Areum?” Sooyoung asks.

“I would like to snuggle with my dog. That is about as far out as I have thought.”

“We’ll be spending quality time together, that is for sure,” Taehyung gives my thigh a squeeze.

“Tae!” I squeal, giving him a shove as he and Jungkook laugh.

“You can’t talk about that kind of thing around Areum,” Sooyoung giggles. “She gets embarrassed for absolutely no reason.”

“I get embarrassed because it is my personal business,” I stick my tongue out at her. “Besides, I’ve already talked about what I want to with you, so you should be happy with that.”

“When I saw Tae that day, I don’t think that I have ever seen him that happy,” Jungkook says. “There was this emotion in his eyes that showed how in love he was. I mean, when he’s done what he has had to do, I don’t blame him.”

“Just following orders, but it didn’t make it hurt any less,” Taehyung sighs. “Now I get to spoil her every day.”

A knock at my door stops our conversation, and in the next moment Minho has enter my room with a big grin on his face.

“I could hear all of you screaming from down that hall,” he chuckles. “Mario Kart seems a bit intense for a double date.”

“It was that or Smash Brothers, but this way we can be on teams,” I smile back at him. “Are you here to check on my bruise?”

“I am,” he nods. “At this point we are just making sure that it is getting smaller and the colors are changing to a healthy color.” He walks over to me. “I’m sure that you are getting sick of being in this room.”

“It could be worse,” I lift my arm up, resting my hand on my head. “Being over here hasn’t been that bad.”

“She gets to spend all day in the same room as the love of her life, so how bad could it really be?” Sooyoung teases.

“That is a good point,” Minho lifts my shirt, pressing his fingers all over to see what reaction I will give. The only time I grimace is when he touches near the bottom of my ribs, and he instantly takes his fingers away. “Well, I think that a few more days is all you need. Your bruise is to the point where we don’t need to worry about it anymore, plus you’ve given your brain enough rest.” He releases my shirt. “I still don’t want you to search for memories, but I don’t think keeping you in this room will be of my help either. I’ll talk it over with Boo, and then let your brother know.”

“Thanks for being the best doc ever, Minho,” I smile, letting my arm fall back down to my side.

“And thank you from me, for taking such good care of her,” Taehyung says.

“Of course,” Minho smiles, patting the top of my head. “She’s like another little sister to me, so I would do anything to make sure she gets back to her normal self as quickly as possible.”

“She’s almost back to normal,” Sooyoung speaks up. “So you can rest easy tonight.”

Minho chuckles, “I’ll leave the four of you to that double date of competitive video games. Don’t get too crazy.”

“Thanks again, Minho,” I call out as he exits my room, carefully closing the door behind him. “Well, that was the best news that he could have given me.”

“Only a few more days before you can move back to your room,” Jungkook nods. “Then Taehyung and you will finally be able to settle into sharing a room.”

I giggle, leaning my head onto Taehyung’s shoulder. “That’s right. It’s no longer just my room. I get to share it with the best man to ever enter my life.”

“It will be a bit different since I don’t spend a lot of time in the room that was given to me,” Taehyung says. “Not much will change, though. I’ve spent a lot of time in Areum’s room already, so that I can watch over her. It’ll just be permanent now.”

“You can bring whatever you would like with you, too. Before I thought that we would figure everything out, and then you could split time between my room and hacking.”

“Even though you were hoping that he would never have to leave your room, and you were going to ask if he’d like to stay with you, but you were just biding time,” Sooyoung smirks.

“I was probably gonna find a way to stick with you in your room, if I am going to be honest, babe,” Taehyung chuckles. “It has been nice getting a full night’s rest, and snuggling with you has made me a lot more relaxed. I have looked forward to that big bed of yours for a few nights now.”

“I want to make a joke, but I know Areum will just find something to throw at me,” Jungkook lightly chuckles as I send a glare his way.

“Enough of this talk,” I lift my head up and pick my controller back up. “Are we all ready to get another game started?”

********

I look around at all the people in the room that I love and trust so much. The fact that we have all come together to discuss the next step at making sure that no one gets in the way of Bangtan makes my heart swell. It has been awhile since we have all come together like this, and in a few minutes Yoongi is going to start a meeting that will change everything.

“How are you feeling?” Taehyung leans towards me as we are at the head of the table that has been set up in the middle of the office that Yoongi and I now share.

“In what way?” I softly smile back. “Because my bruise no longer hurts unless pressure is put onto it, and I feel almost excited to stand up in front of everyone. To inform them on what is going on. To be the leader that I have been forced to not be for too long. I’m also grateful that you can sit next to me, and be there for me if I need you. I’ve realized that needing you isn’t a weakness.”

“All of that is good to hear, babe,” he leans over and presses a kiss to my cheek. “You’ll never be a damsel in distress, but I like to take care of you whenever I can.”

“And there is no one I would rather want to take care of me then you,” I giggle, pressing my lips quickly to his for a brief moment. “Life is hard, and it is about time that I finally let someone be by my side to walk through it with. Someone besides my brother,” I glance over to see Yoongi talking with Jimin. “I know we’ve talked this over somewhat before, and have come to this same conclusion, but sometimes I need to hear it again.”

Taehyung tucks a piece of hair behind my ear, “I always want you to talk about whatever your heart desires with me. No matter if we have talked about it before.” His fingers run down my cheek before he pulls his hand away. “You are so beautiful. I can’t get over it right now.”

I giggle, feeling my cheeks heat up and a goofy smile form on my face. “Nothing has changed recently. Not since I chopped my hair off and dyed it. You are just being too sweet, Tae.”

“You’re glowing, that’s what it is,” he sits back in his seat. “You are finally at the place you have wanted to be, but it has been kept from you. Now you are happy and feel in control. I love that we have gotten to this point.”

“I love it to,” I take a deep breath to relax. “I love all of this so damn much.”

“Everyone, if I could have your attention!” Yoongi’s voice calls out through the room, causing all the talking to stop, and all the faces to turn and look at him. “Much appreciated. Now, as you all know, a lot has been going on since the death of my father, and all of that has resolved around the one gang that we have clashed with for decades: The Red Wolves. For a big chunk of this in the beginning, I was left in the dark, because my wonderful little sister,” he turns his gaze to me where I offer a tiny regret filled smile. “Was dating our main hacker behind my back. Afraid that I would tear them apart. Instead, she went through terrifying moments all by herself, because she can be just as stubborn as I can.” He turns to look back out at everyone else. “I have now been informed about everything that has been going on. That Bambi is some princess for the gang that our mother used to belong to. That the boy that broke her heart many years ago thinks that he is going to get her back. That our father’s death was planned. And that we need to figure out what to do before they can steal my dear sister from us. However, there is one person that has been a constant in these Red Wolves meetings with Bambi, so I will let her explain,” he nods, taking his seat next to me.

Taehyung grabs my hand just long enough to give it a squeeze, and I feel a calm wash over me. That him and everyone else in this room is here for me.

I slowly stand up, looking around at all my friends seated around the table. “I don’t know how to start this, so I will just dive in head first. There has been a woman, I would say that she would be around my mother’s age, who has come up to me twice in the time that my father has died. The first time was when I was out to dinner with V,” I scrunch my nose up for a split second, causing me to take a noticeable pause. “Sorry, I’ve never called him that before. Anyways, that would have been our first actual date, and in the bathroom before our food was brought out, a woman came up to me as I was washing my hands. She told me that the Red Wolves always watch us. That they want me, their princess, back. She said she was close to my mother, but I had never seen even a picture of her in my life. I was so freaked out that I didn’t even realize she had left me.”

“And before you ask, we tried to look at the CCTVs when we got back here,” Taehyung speaks up. “But they were one step ahead of us. Taunting us with their logo. Those fuckers,” he grumbles.

“Thanks,” I smile at him for a few seconds as I collect my thoughts. “The next time I saw her was when V took me to a used bookstore after a rough day at school. I was trying to pick out an interesting title, and she came up and started to tease me. She brought up my relationship, the Halloween dance, my outburst at these girls I call The Fakes. She called me Ari,” I shake my head. “A nickname that no one has called me since my mother, or that jackass Reo. She called me their princess again, and when she touched my arm, I lost it. I ran away.”

“Do you remember what she looks like?” Jimin asks.

“No, and I can’t tell you how stupid I feel for next getting a good look at her,” I heavily sigh. “I’m positive that she was the one that Taemin saw at the bar that night, but even if you showed me a picture I wouldn’t be able to confirm it was her. I was always too shocked when she approached me.”

“That’s not your fault, Bambi,” Yoongi places a hand on my shoulder as he stands up. “Taemin, can you tell me if Reo was the one at the bar that night?”

I take my seat, feeling like my part has come to an end for now.

Taemin stands up, placing his hands on the table. “I don’t want to say that it was Reo one-hundred-percent, but it would make sense that it was him. The basic features match up, and the woman that Bambi has informed us about would be the right age. There’s nothing we can do about it now, though, as they have stopped coming into the bar. Like they knew they had given us all that they wanted, and we would start to piece the puzzle together without them.”

“Thank you,” Yoongi nods at Taemin, who sits down in the next moment. “That brings me to my next point before we begin brainstorming ideas, and that is some new ground rules around here. First, Bambi,” he looks down at me, “you are not leaving until the issues have been solved. It is they you want, and I will not let them have a single chance to take you. Which is why V will stay with you at all times.” He glances at Taehyung before looking out at the rest. “As for everyone else, if you do have to leave, you must tell me, and then someone else has to go with you. While I don’t know how much the Red Wolves know about us, and I am sure that most of you are hidden from them, I don’t want to take any chances. We also need to be more alert. Everyone that isn’t working with Bangtan is the enemy. That is why I am going to limit business partner meetings, so we don’t have too many people entering and leaving the premises. I’m not taking this lightly,” he runs a hand through his hair. “Now, does anyone have any ideas that they would like to share about what we should do?” He plops back down into his chair.

Jungkook raises his hand before speaking out. “Why don’t I just take out Reo, which would lead to chaos for the Wolves, and show them we mean business?”

“Dr. Sato would be in an uproar,” I reply. “As much as I hate Reo’s guts, I don’t think that I could do that to my favorite doctor. Besides, it would just give the Red Wolves the excuse to come and attack us head on. Right now, they are playing their cards cautiously, and that is how I would like to keep it.”

“We could send a team of our most skilled fighters to ambush them,” Hoseok suggests. “They wouldn’t see it coming, and we could take out as many as possible. That way their numbers would be down, making it hard for them to come back at us with enough forces to hurt us.”

Yoongi shakes his head, “Impossible. We don’t know where their hideout is. In fact, no one does. Even if I wanted to contact some gang leaders we have taken down that are now in prison, they have no information. Plus, most of their members are unknown, besides Reo, the lady, and our deceased mother. That eliminates kidnappings from the table as well.”

“What about looking into your mother’s side of the family?” Sooyoung says. “Is there nothing about them anywhere?”

“There are bits and pieces,” Taehyung answers. “I looked into it for Bambi, and I found all that I could possibly find. Whatever was out there at one time, is now gone. It makes sense. They don’t want any information about them out there as it could ruin everything. At one point they were proud about who they were, but now they are hiding away.”

“It wouldn’t do much good, anyways,” I add on. “From my understanding, my mother’s parents are dead, so that would lead us nowhere. As for my aunt, her sister, who I assume is leading the organization now, she has kept out of the limelight. She was a genius, but she stopped appearing in the news around the time my parents got married. I’m not sure why that is, but I don’t want to talk to her anyways. She’s the one leading the charge to take me from my family.”

“Have the hackers been able to track anything that is connected to them?” Minho asks. “You said they got into the restaurant’s CCTVs before you were able to view the footage, V. Could they trace that back to their base of operations?”

“It’s harder than you think when they clearly have a skilled hacker working for them,” Taehyung answers. “I did what I could, but that was a dead end. I think they use computers and ditch them when we get too close. They could be working out of a coffee shop and using that Wi-Fi. Though, with how they work, I don’t believe that to be true. It feels like they are holing out somewhere, waiting for the right moment to give us just enough information. They know how to play the game, but I don’t think we are the pawns. We’ve not been given all the pieces to our side yet. I guarantee that once I hack into Mr. Min’s computer, we’ll be able to piece together a lot more of this puzzle.”

“Then we have to let them come to us,” I barely nod as the thought leaves my lips.

“What makes you say that?” Yoongi questions.

“We can’t go to them, even if we wanted to. All the people that we could hurt lead to more trouble, and their hideout is a mystery to everyone in the city. At this point, and I hate that we have to do this, all we can do is sit and wait.”

“Come on,” Jimin scoffs. “Like we would ever do that.”

“Think about it though, Jiminie. They are the ones leading us along in this twisted game they are playing. They clearly know where they want to take us, and we are following without truly thinking it through. They know where we live, and they are keeping a close eye on us. If they really want me, they will come and get me when they feel the time is right. But we will be ready for whatever they throw at us. They have to come to our house, which is our turf. They’ll be at a disadvantage right away. I’m not saying that we stop chasing after them. That’s what they want us to do, so we will keep doing it. Maybe we find something out along the way. Maybe it is confusing all the way up to the day they decide to make their move. Whatever it is, the fight isn’t over. It has just begun, and I am fucking sick of feeling like they are in control. In control of me, my life, and the people around me. If they think that they can mess with the Queen of Bangtan, then they have another thing coming.”

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Oh my, gosh! I am so sorry that it has been so long since the last chapter! If you saw my post before this, I explained that the big reason is school, but I am doing better at balancing that with things that I want to do. Luckily, though, the rest of the week is freer, and I am going to start writing the next chapter right away, and hopefully get it out before Sunday ends. As for now, I really hope you enjoyed this chapter! I am so happy to write for this story again, and so much happened here that I would love to know what you thought! As always, thank you so much for reading! :D

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maikatc · 5 years ago

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Black Sun Tale | Ten Dollars

alright, here we go y’all

remember that this is a first draft and i’ve only barely edited it, but comments and reception is heavily appreciated!

(also @rhyseoshaughnessy because they said to) --- There is always a time in someone’s life that’s the lowest, it’s a given. Those who break down from their faults and failures, ones who are toyed with to the point of numbness, the occurrences are common to an individual’s extent.

However, ultimately the question is how to break away from the cycles, and it takes lifetimes for some to realize.

It all boils down to the differences in people and what they want to achieve in the end. Though for some that desire is left unknown, or they were left with no certain answers, including Oliver Holguin.

The day lengthened in time for Oliver by the early morning as per usual. His tired eyes slowly waking as he played through repeated melodies. Practicing throughout the nights, the song ringing out from the ukulele was beautiful to the ears. And as he continued onwards, his sight began to lighten up the bedroom.

“As lovely as you are, I will have to go,” He sang with whispers tickling his throat. His bed-hair blocked him from catching somebody in the corner of his eyes, though the light greeted him with a shelf of books and a tablet on a nightstand instead of the man.

The complicated tabs and chords flew by with his fingers. The ease of the song left him concluding his mastery. “I’m sorry to let you down.” He rung the last lyrics and strings leaving the room in echoing silence. Taking a moment of pause, he placed the ukulele back to the side. He stood up from his bed. His sore legs fumbled together to go and grab a charger. His tablet turned on to a low percentage once he connected the two together.

I need to stop using this at night, he thought while he searched for a tablature site. He pulled back his auburn bangs to read better, scrolling through lists of songs to learn. “… I need to find a new site too.” His voice croaked with soreness.

He sighed, letting the device charge. He stretched his joints in a yawn and walked out of his room. His left arm pounded asking for a scratch and reminded him to check the bathroom. The early morning traffic blasted noise through the apartment when he scavenged the cabinet filled with multiple vitamins and medicine.

His tiny arms tried to recognize the feeling of what he wanted, and he debated on just getting a stool considering his height. However, he finally reached what he was looking for and opened the cap.

Crap. The ointment cream container held almost nothing. “I have to get more before she finds out,” he muttered. His eyes stuck on the little bottle for seconds until putting it back in its place, ignoring his irritating arm, as well as his always ignored stomach.

***

Oliver sat on his living room couch, doodling on schoolwork and watching television. The velvet cushions pinched him by his skin in discomfort, though he’d been adjusted for years. Cartoons played on an overpriced T.V. as background noise with the occasional screech harming the boy’s ears. He worked with barely a care, only thinking once a question tugged his head hard. Eventually, to no avail he had to turn the entertainment off. What the hell is up with kid shows nowadays, he scowled.

Checking the clock, the arrows pointed to be ten in the morning. Oliver yawned. Twenty minutes of sleep couldn’t cope with boredom. However, from the amount of ‘good sleep’ he had gain from the past days, some rest could be assuring.

He laid down, resting his body to the cushions he sat on. His mind rang until it blurred, nothing will happen, right?

His heavy eyes shut in only half a second.

***

The sound of soft sizzles woke Oliver up. He rubbed his eyes, sitting up to see his mother standing in the kitchen across the room.

“Seems like you were tired?”

Smile, smile. “Yeah, I slept a little late last night by accident.” He scratched his head while forcing a chuckle.

She cut up vegetables from the counter, assuring him, “You know that’s alright. It wasn’t even a school night.”

The crunch of the plants getting cut up could be heard all the way from where Oliver’s mother stood. Oliver himself checked the time again to find the clock pointed only a half hour after five. Dear god that was a long time. “How come you came home early,” he irked.

“My last patient’s parents called in and said that she wouldn’t come today so my boss said I could take the rest of the day off. Hope she’s alright, though.” She placed her knife down to go and walked over to him.

“You’re talking about Lavinia, right?”

She sat with him. “Yeah, the one with her phone.”

Oliver eyed her, “Didn’t you say that she’s been starting to act weird?”

“Mhm…,” she drifted, “But you don’t have to worry about that,” she messed Oliver’s hair with her hands.

“Stop!” Oliver moved her hand away sluggishly, giving a warm smile to her satisfaction. Though her own chortles told him that he did all right.

She stood up again, shifting back to what she did prior. “So now that I’m back early, do you want to go somewhere?”

Oliver shrugged, “We can go out somewhere if you want, where do you wanna go?”

“Oliver, it’s your choice, not mine. Don’t you want to hang out with a friend from school?” She opened the refrigerator, taking out prepped meat. “Your teachers say you get along with them but you never mention anybody to me.”

“It’s fine, Mom. They’re just kind of…” He avoided her eyes, “people that I wouldn’t hang out with privately.” He tried to laugh it off though his mother’s eyes sent concern instead.

“Is this about Rowan and Ann? Because you know that that kind of stuff isn’t common-”

“Mom, that was three years ago, I barely remember it.” That’s a lie. “They aren’t the reason. Heck, I didn’t even get along with my class when I skipped a grade.”

“Well,” she placed the meat in a heated pan, “you’re almost eleven and you’re still cooped up in the house all the time.” The meat sizzled in the oil. The scent flowed through the air as they spoke.

“No, I’m not,” Oliver scoffs, “I go out to walk… sometimes at least.”

His mother clicked her tongue, shaking her head. “I have to check up on you more often.” Oliver’s eyes widened. “I’ll bring you somewhere later today after I get some paperwork done.”

The boy’s eyes lowered without facing her. “Thanks, but you really don’t have to bring down work. Uh, your patients really like you, don’t they?”

“But I should be taking care of my only kid, shouldn’t I-”

“They’ll miss you,” he interjected, squeezing his vocal tone to be reliable. “Besides, you can get more money to pay the mortgage here faster doing so.”

“Stop making smart words with me.” A click in the stove caught Oliver’s ears. “Anyways, food’s ready.”

After setting plates and utensils, they ate together in a plain table of shiny marble. The meat turned out to be pork chops, and the taste would have been mouthwatering.

“Ah, this came out perfectly. Hope you like it.” She beamed, taking another bite in the process.

Oliver cut off another piece, biting his lip. “Yeah, it’s great like always, Mom.”

“You really need to invite a friend over sometime,” she exclaimed. “It’s not fun only cooking for you and me.”

He looked down at the food, sighing, “No clue when that’ll happen.”

They went to venture through stores after lunch, only for Oliver asking to leave an hour in.

***

Oliver skimmed through video posts online, scrolling past multiple in his disinterest. Crying sweats sank through his skin, though he ignored the occasional occurrence. Chirps of his mother babbling at her friends’ calls echoed through the apartment like every other night while Oliver listened in the back of his head.

“No! Jamie, you’re getting the wrong idea,” she snorted. “He’ll bring someone home at some point… hopefully.” The sight of her crooked smile could be imagined by Oliver in a mere second.

The redhead placed his tablet to the side of his undone bed. A deep breath was enough to function himself, same went for staring at the dull ceiling.

His mind dimmed from his usual racing thoughts, taking time to go at a complete blank. His hearing and sight blurred spacing out. His eyes continued to close and open, the emptiness making it difficult to keep his eyes open wide. To stay awake, he raised his hand towards the ceiling, using any muscle he had to keep it up. The warm air of the heater blew against his arm and long-sleeve. With every joint and wrinkle on his fingers, all he could observe with thought was his skin, which had paled from his constant brown.

“Damn.” Oliver clenched his hand. The arm fell down as he hopped out of his bed to the rugged floor with his bare feet. The room was already heated for Oliver, though his decision was an exception to the discomfort. Picked up from an unused chair, the boy dressed himself in a crimson cardigan dangling down to his knees. As he fitted the oversized attire, he nabbed his tablet back to his hands and sat on the floor. “This’ll probably be better,” he slurred.

Reloading the site, a certain video caught Oliver’s eyes:

Alexa Katzmann Found Dead Indoors from Area Death. The thumbnail of news made Oliver’s eyes widen, his cold sweats rising as he clicked with doubt.

The reporter stated the repeated script about area deaths. Of course, nobody could find the real reason of the death like always. While the woman explained the exact story, the camera panned at the body. Alexa was about five as the news said, daughter of a celebrity, though they censored enough appropriately.

However, what played over Oliver’s screen made his heart beat faster, louder.

Alexa’s stomach had been ripped out, blood scattering all over against her clothes and pale skin. Everyone in the room stepped on the organs without realizing they were there. Nobody could see the same scene Oliver viewed.

He muttered to himself as the video continued to play, “No, no, no…” His breathing grew as his throat continued to burn from the air and panic.

“This is the first report where an area death has occurred indoors.” Stop saying anything. He stopped the video and tossed over his tablet as his mind raced for answers.

His scratched his arm over and over, his heart pounding over his ears to the point of needing to scream. “When?” He barely breathed out. “When did-? “

Oliver looked around his room. Now. He jumped at his ukulele case in a split second, unzipping it in barely any time. Fuck the ointment. He reached for an inner pocket, unzipping it until he heard a voice.

“You really do get scared quick, huh?” The voice stung obnoxiously, making Oliver pause and enter back to reality.

Oliver twisted his head, still shaking from the previous seconds. His mind already clicked together who it was, however. A taller figure stood right behind him, leaning against the wall with hands behind his back. The man’s messily styled hair and dirty trench coat brought more memory to who he was. The boy took a gulp before completely coming back to his senses.

“… Why are you here now, Vittorino?”

Vittorino shrugged, popping out of the wall and walking towards him. “I was bored. ‘Wanted to see what you were doing.” His dark eyes darted Oliver’s position. “I see you’re about to have fun,” he scoffed

“Shut up.” Oliver slammed his ukulele case shut. He crawled back over to his bed, turning back on his tablet and biting his lip. Of course, he’s here because of that.

Oliver continued to scroll around on his tablet, his heart still pounding loudly in his head. The screen grabbed Oliver’s attention completely.

“… You know,” Vittorino spoke after Oliver’s ignorance, “You really don’t ever go out.”

His smile could already be seen without looking. “And you mention this because?” Oliver sighed out, his head refusing to turn to Vittorino. He typed up a video to re-watch in attempt to distract himself later on.

“Because are you really going to be cooped up like some nobody?” His tone was readably different from previous conversations, from what Oliver noted. Expectations for what to come next jotted to more limited possibilities.

“It’s better like that.” No turn made again.

A grumble could be heard before a sudden, “Come on!” Vittorino appeared right to Oliver, the boy’s body flinched and turned in the process. “Enjoy life a little!”

Oliver’s shoulders lowered. “You’re being pretty persistent than normal.”

“Come on, Oliver.” Vittorino dug his hands to his pockets, a sly grin creeping through like always. “Let’s go. Just a walk with me is alright, right?”

Oliver’s eyes squinted, his mind boggling at the possibilities that could happen with the decision, considering the teen-nuisance that is Vittorino. “… Fine.” But just why would he want me to go, was the only question in his mind that moment.

After drudging out of bed and to the living room, Oliver told his mother that he was going off to a walk. Vittorino followed behind him but she made no comment, gladly telling Oliver goodbye without noticing the teen’s existence.

Obodo City was always a bustling mess.

The tourists running around, the teenagers crying over late trends and messages, the children hyper and shouting at the tall buildings and stores, even loud, annoying traffic that’s at a constant. Oliver paced through the sidewalks, crimson hood over his head as gusts of October winds blew before him. Buildings stood tall and jagged against each other that formed unimaginable shapes in the air. Balconies stood in neighboring apartments filled with laundry or autumn plants, some even blasting music while the owners took a cig. The sounds screamed at the boy’s ears while the scent of street food caught his nose easily. As Oliver’s instincts pressured him to take a bite of something, he refused, his teeth clawing at his lip.

“So,” Vittorino ignited the conversation, “How’s your day gone so far?” He took no look at Oliver and instead viewed the sites ahead, to Oliver’s bewilderment. The only thing up ahead were greyed alleys and crosswalks, similar to everything else in the city aside from the intense smoke in the area.

“… Have you been hungry lately?” The man snickered, snatching Oliver’s attention despite the rude comment.

“I just ate.” He stated, looking ahead himself, “The question wasn’t needed.”

“Just wondering,” Vittorino bent down to Oliver’s height, still walking, gleaming by Oliver’s sour expression.

Oliver’s sight of Vittorino disappeared as his figure jumped up in front of the boy in a blink. “You have to admit,” Vittorino said, wrapping a stop sign around his arm. “This city really is awesome to look around in, right?”

“I’ve been here for the past ten years of my life, Vittorino. Best that can happen is controversy protests and holiday decorations.”

“Really? What kind of stuff do you guys decorate?” Vittorino’s brows risen up, curiosity almost purring from him.

Oliver walked passed him as the crosswalk glowed green. A small crowd surrounded him as he shrugged. “Lights for the most part, nothing special.”

Vittorino appeared right next to him. “Sounds nice.”

Silence covered both of them. Oliver pondered over Vittorino’s past actions as Vittorino turned all over to view the sights of the city. Oliver followed him though the teen stared aimlessly at such miniscule of things. A tiny convenience store barely seen by a tall building and a worn-down restaurant included. Someone older than him being intrigued by such things made Oliver question his identity more than before.

Entering a cleaner street, Oliver queried, “Vittorino?”

“Hm?”

“What do you have to do with Faustus?”

The man with the trench coat stopped at his steps. Oliver took a gulp down his throat.

“Who’s Faustus,” he pondered.

“You know who I’m talking about,” Oliver spatters, “Emo kid, probably sixteen or something by now. Pale skin, white hair, blue eyes but he never shows one of them?”

“Oh! I know who you’re talking about now.” He sneered, “That isn’t actually his name, you know.”

“I figured,” Oliver murmured. “But aside from that, you have something to do with him, don’t you?”

“And what makes you think that?”

Oliver threw his hands forward. “Nobody except for me can see both of you! That’d be obvious enough.” He crossed his arms. “But you both are weirdos out of anybody that I’ve ever met.”

“That’s rather judgmental, isn’t it?”

“I’ve been trying to figure out who Zach is and where the hell he went since I was seven. I barely had any kind of way to figure out until you started popping up in my life.” Oliver’s unfastened hood flew out from the wind as he turned his sight to Vittorino’s eyes. He pleaded with brows furrowed, “Just tell me how you guys are related and why you both are really here in the first place.”

Vittorino’s mocking expression deepened. “Well, I guess I can admit one thing.”

“And that is…?”

“You can say that I’m hanging out with you for two favors,” He raised two fingers down to Oliver, lowering one quickly after, “but one of them is for ‘Faustus’.”

“What was the favor for?” Oliver’s head drifted to the side.

“One of them was more of an assignment out of anything, actually, but the other was so I could get some favors back.” Vittorino leaned by on a sign pole. “The one that wasn’t from the guy was basically just to check up on you from time to time. The assignment I can’t really tell. It’s about to be done though.”

“I swear to god, if you’re gonna screw me over somehow-”

“Don’t worry,” Vittorino rolled his eyes, “It’ll be beneficial for you.”

Oliver shook his head. “I don’t trust that at all.”

Vittorino chuckled and shrugged. “Fine then.” He stepped towards Oliver, slamming something to Oliver’s chest.

Oliver coughed at the impact, but caught the item he handed. He opened his hands to find a ten-dollar bill. Turning to see Vittorino, he already found the mystery to be walking away from him. He dashed to catch up with him. “Where’d you get this?”

“I asked a guy and he just gave it to me.”

“But nobody can see you…?”

Vittorino lifted a finger. “I can be seen if I want, I just usually hide myself for the sake of it.” He dumped his hands into his pockets. “You needed ointment, right?”

Oliver tensed. “Yes…” he nodded, guilt building up inside of him again.

“Go buy some then. Get extra stuff if you want,” Vittorino told. “Have fun, kid.”

He was gone before Oliver could say anything. The red-head was left alone in the street. He looked back to his hand, covered over by a single bill. Pulling up his sleeves, he stared blankly and sighed, a small puff of cold air seeping out of his breath.

“Might as well.”

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candymayvary · 7 years ago

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smth i wrote a little while ago. i wrote professor kim w masculine pronouns bc idk just made it harder when referring to axel and alex in the same sentences lol

i dont have a specific time in mind for when this would take place. just like. assumptions that axel has a good relationship with his professor, and that his professor actually takes care and notice of his work (my impression anyway from axel’s bio). and like..... discussing both student and professional work? idk. professor pov.

and u kno what @se-serena

“Professor, you asked to see me?”

Looking up from his papers, Alex notices the way that this one particular student hovered in the doorway, and how his assistant was struggling to cover the starry-eyed gaze. With a wave of his hand, Axel walked the rest of the way into the office, door closing behind him with a soft click. Axel seemed to take the hint, settling in one of the chairs with an ease that told far more than he realised.

“Before we begin, am I speaking to Axel, or you today?”

That seems to catch Axel off-guard, even though it had long since been a regular thing. Normally, when they had these one-on-one sessions, Axel would state at the beginning, set the feel of it, whether professional or personal. But it would be highly unprofessional of Alex Kim to assume one or the other, when he was the one who had called the meeting first.

Perhaps he should consider it a great deal that Axel, singer extraordinaire, considered his opinion so highly. But there was tension growing in those around him, and well, he wouldn’t be in the position he was if he just ignored it.

“Axel?” his student hinges it on a question, as if he wasn’t too sure either. Alex couldn’t say that was the best decision, that he should’ve crossed that line they had made. A part of him had hoped Axel would understand the need for this to be speaking to the student, not the singer.

Oh well. Alex could work with it, no matter what. Not like there was much choice here, anyway.

“Alright. Before I begin, do you have any idea why I called you to my office today?” A classic teacher line, to gauge where the student in turn was at. Telltale signs of stress would show, such as nervously looking at every corner of the room, or wringing their hands.

Axel shows none of these, chin in hand, as he relaxed in the chair. Pokerfaced and resolute. Alex had to admit that he was rather proud of where Axel currently sat, as he remembered where he had started. Not just from the tutelage he received from Arlington, as a lot of the work was all Axel’s doing — most of it in his own time.

“Not really, sir.”

Fair. Alex’s email had been sharp and to the point. Meeting, Wednesday morning, ten thirty, don’t be late. Need to talk about your schoolwork, or so Alex had said. Not wholly untrue.

“There has been some calls from other teachers regarding your work ethic, Axel. And not just in regards to your music.”

“Then why aren’t they having the meeting with me in person? Leaving you to clean up their dirty work, aren’t they?” A certain level of snide creeps into his voice. Alex lets the comment run its course.

“As much as I would like to discuss your results in other classes, I can’t. I don’t speak for them.”

Axel leans forward then, a little tighter around the eyes. He had only returned to campus a week prior, but from what Alex understood, most classes had been missed (except all of his, of course). “So? What’s this about, sir?”

And with that, Alex clicks on his laptop, watching the screen slowly light up. Whatever attitude Axel was trying to pull, the clear signs of interest were showing, with how he frowned a little when an all too familiar song played. His last assignment, handed in only a day prior. Two weeks late, but reasons withstanding, Alex wasn’t going to linger on that. No, he had spent a good few hours picking the work to pieces, breaking down every lyric, every beat.

All his official comments and notes were in a file, ready to be sent at any moment. Axel could expect it after this meeting, no doubt. But the song ran it’s course, four minutes of it, before Alex paused the repeat.

“You didn’t like it?” Axel finally asks, when the silence grew.

With a shrug, Alex motions to it. “I did. Definitely one of your better works in the last few months, Axel,” and then he pauses, wondering how to fully phrase the next part. And he had spent a two hours slaving over how to expect this meeting to go. “Unprofessionally, your work has always stood out in some way. But professionally…”

Trailing off, Alex focuses on the hand he had extended, once animated with commentary. Fingers curl into his palm. “Professionally, the work is lacklustre. And you are aware of how it’s been for a while now, Axel, there’s no denying that.”

For his part, Axel remains silent, a careful expression playing on his face. This could go either way. Alex was prepared for it.

As he continues, he keeps a careful eye on Axel. “You have been doing the same thing over and over. The initial grab your music had isn’t there anymore. There’s no feeling behind the words.

“Whatever rut you are stuck in, it’s time to stop digging, Axel. Maybe it’s time to consider a different angle than the one you are producing.”

“What are you saying, professor? You can tell me, I’m not a child.”

Alex has to smile at that, as Axel’s tone betrayed him. A shame most of his peers were concerned with voicing critiques in class, as there was some level of reverence played towards Axel. Of course he was aware of it, when marking work later. How other students listed the same problems, and some of them had also suggested good ways to work around it, to break through whatever slump Axel had fallen prey to. But those went unsaid, which was why they sat the way they did now.

“I’m saying, Axel, that you need something new. Something fresh. Not the kind of thing you create just to satisfy an audience. At this point, you’ve given me the same kind of song several times over. And I will admit, your work is always at an incredible standard.” Soften the blow, Alex, come on. “You’ve always gone above and beyond.”

Axel interjects then, as if knowing full well Alex was trying to skirt around the issue with platitudes. “But?”

“But,” he concedes, and plays the song again. Softer this time. “There’s no passion in this work. It’s lifeless.”

That seems to rile him up a little. “Well, help me. Tell me what to do.”

Alex chuckles, despite himself. “I can’t ‘tell you what to do’, Axel. I can only make suggestions.”

“Then do it. Sir.” Ah, through gritted teeth, Axel was staying polite.

“Go back to where you started. Let your current songs settle. Do something other than music for a while.” With a sigh, Alex stops. “There’s only so much I can suggest to you, Axel. People sing about the moon, without ever stepping foot on it.”

“Are you telling me to sing about the moon?” Axel’s tone bordered on incredulous, maybe a little mocking, and Alex had to stop himself from huffing.

“No, but what I’m telling you to do is challenge yourself. Sing about something you haven’t experienced, instead of what you think you know. Cities, the ocean, love… a particular season, even. There are plenty of topics to make a song about, if you do it well.”

Letting that drop and settle, Alex knew what the reaction would be. Plenty of other students of all ages and abilities tended to short circuit on such a simple suggestion as love. Numerous songs had come through from all kinds of people, a range of themes and feelings. Anything from a song about their pet cat, to what a breakup would be like. Never let it be said that his department was untalented, as even those so sheltered before Arlington managed to convince Alex otherwise. And he took great pride in that, encouraged it, harnessed that talent. Execution, execution, execution. Something he emphasised to greatly.

His first classes started the same. Make me believe in something. Big letters across the board, as it would stay for the next few months. Sing me something I don’t know. Alex stressed it, constantly. Have him relate, have him feel. Have him dream of a set of lyrics that were a jumbled mess of words out of context, but in that moment resonated with him.

And he pushed it. Whenever assignments were due, songs would pour in, and those who understood what it meant, achieved.

Those who didn’t, sat before him, out of their depth, and showing the signs of it. Of course Alex knew Axel’s potential, how wonderful he was. And perhaps it was a little presumptuous to say that Axel had been one of his favourite students in a long time, because there was a lot of work in the future for the both of them.

But watching Axel splutter under the suggestion of ‘love’, as if some of his earlier songs didn’t contain those themes, was unexpected. Axel had sung about it, a long time ago, like he knew what he was talking about.

If he hadn’t turned bright red, Alex almost would’ve thought it was someone else all along. Wisely, Alex chose not to comment on his student’s complexion, and diverted the conversation back. “As I said, Axel, there are a number of topics to choose from, it’s just on you to make them come to life.”

“But,” he started, before clearing his throat. Alex felt the corner of his mouth quirk a little, trying as he was, at the jump in Axel’s voice. “But… people who like my work — like me — don’t want songs about oceans. I can’t do that kind of stuff for them.”

“Then sing for yourself.”

“You say that like it’s easy.” It’s a quiet admission, like Alex had finally managed to break through one layer. To anyone else, that may have been misunderstood, but Alex knew how much it meant, to start to see the student underneath the professional.

“I know it’s not. If it helps, sing for only one person. Sing for two, three, or ten. Not hundreds. Don’t focus your energy into what you think people want to hear, but what they need to hear.”

“Yeah, but who needs to hear about love? Almost every song is about it. Wouldn’t that just make me like everyone else?” From the way Axel raises his eyebrows, Alex can hear him calling him a hypocrite.

“Perhaps, but it’s all about execution.”

An eye roll, that set off the feeling this discussion was coming to a close. Definitely a shame, despite Alex knowing he got more in that he thought he would. Always a caution as to where particular conversations with Axel went. But this one? This one was positive — perhaps it could even be considered groundbreaking. Despite the heave of a sigh as Axel pushes himself to his feet, Alex could see the cogs begin to spin. Careful calculations were playing out before him, which only made Alex swell with pride.

“Enough for today. Hopefully you have plenty to think about.”

Axel nods, scratching his neck before crossing his arms. Taking a step out of the situation, it seemed. In the background, the song he had submitted for his assignment still played on loop, only ending when Alex finally closed his laptop. “I do have to say that, unfortunately, I can’t accept this for your assignment.”

Holding a hand up, as Axel snapped to attention, Alex gave him the best settling stare he could manage. “You have another week to write and compose a song. Think about what I’ve said, and I want to see it come into play. You’re an amazing musician, Axel. Remember that.”

#sweet elite #se axel #se alex kim #*my fic #embarrassedly tags se creator #idk what alex kim's pronouns are.........#m sorry

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crochetawayhpff · 7 years ago

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Nine Years

A/N: This started as a Romione plunny. Then I sat down to write it and wrinkled my brow, deciding it ought to be Fremione instead. So there you go. It also started with the LANCO song Greatest Love Story. That's where the idea came from, but as you can see, it diverged greatly from there. Anyway, I couldn't get words for any of my WIP's out, and this was begging to be written instead. The is AU for obvious reasons, Fred is alive, etc. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Hermione sighed as she looked around her lonely flat, her eyes fell on the photo of her and Fred from her fifth year. She smiled sadly as she watched him tug one of her curls and she threw her head back laughing at some joke he had told. She missed him. Merlin, she missed him more and more every day. But would he want to see her? She didn't know. She didn't think so. She kept up with him and George in the papers. They were doing well, opening shops all over Great Britain. But they hadn't left things that well back after the war had ended.

"If it's what you want," Fred said woodenly as Hermione finished packing her trunk. She had just sat her NEWTs, the war had been over for six months. They shouldn't have been having this fight. This was when they were supposed to be happy, but Hermione didn't feel happy. She felt trapped and stuck.

"It's what I need," she said quietly.

"Right," Fred replied, not meeting her eyes.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Me too."

Hermione left then, she left the Burrow and left Britain. She went to Australia to find her parents. Then complete her education at the wizarding Uni in Melbourne. Fred had begged her to stay, but Hermione knew she couldn't. She had to get out of Britain. She had to heal from the war and reconnect with her parents if she could.

Hermione shook herself from her memories. It didn't matter now, eight years after she left, she was finally back in Britain. Back in London even. Her parents had stayed in Australia, preferring the weather there and Hermione had been happy to have a reason to go back. If things didn't go well in London. She tried not to think about why they wouldn't work out. About what that would mean.

Right now, she needed dinner, she decided. She'd finally got everything unpacked and was ready to begin her new job on Monday morning. She'd studied to become a mind-Healer in Australia, an equivalent to a Muggle neurologist. It had taken a specialized mind-Healer to reverse the Obliviate spell Hermione had cast on her parents, and she had been inspired.

Hermione donned a jean jacket as she left her apartment above Florean Fortescue's. She'd been pleased to see it had been rebuilt under the same name, although with a new owner. A chippy had opened up a few doors down and Hermione was in the mood for classic London takeaway. Melbourne didn't have anything on the food London offered.

"'Mione?"

She turned and found Fred staring right at her. The look on his face was a mixture of sadness, hope, and incredulity.

"Hi, Fred," she smiled at him. Circe, how she had missed him. She took in everything she could, he was still so much taller than her, and thinner, than he had been. She frowned when she noticed that. He was dressed in a very dapper suit, he had either given up the garish dress of his twin or he was going somewhere special. Her breath caught, he was probably going on a date. A date with someone who wasn't her. She swallowed hard and tried to keep her smile friendly, to keep the tears at bay.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I just moved back," Hermione said. "Yesterday. I'm starting at Mungo's on Monday."

"Right," Fred said tightly, looking away from her. Hermione could see the tension in his jaw. She wanted to ask him… she shook her head. She gave up that right eight years ago.

"You look good, Fred," Hermione's smile softened. He did look good, his hair was longer, like Bill's, tied back in a small queue.

He turned back toward her and the amount of hurt and pain in his eyes caused Hermione to gasp, she stepped forward and laid a hand on his arm.

Fred blinked at her and the hurt was gone, he grinned, but it didn't reach his eyes. He looked almost manic.

Hermione stepped back again and half turned away. Clearly, he was on his way somewhere.

"I'm just going up to the chippy," she said and gestured to the shop a few doors down.

"Right," Fred nodded. "I've got a thing. See you around." And he walked off.

"Right," Hermione murmured as she watched him go. She blinked back the tears that were threatening to fall and turned back toward the chippy. It had been her choice, she had nobody but herself to blame.

A week later, Hermione had just gotten out of the bath after a long day at the hospital when someone pounded on her door. She wrapped her robe around herself and hurried to see who it was. She hadn't even gotten a chance to tell anyone where she lived so she couldn't imagine who was calling on her.

When she opened the door, Fred stood there with a six-pack of butterbeer and a bag of takeaway in his hand.

"Can I come in?" he asked.

Hermione nodded and gestured him inside. "Let me change." She hurried back to her bedroom and quickly pulled on a pair of denims and an old Gryffindor Quidditch sweater. One of Fred's actually, she had loved wearing them at Hogwarts, and she cherished the few she still had. She rolled up the long sleeves as she made her way back out to the main room to see Fred setting the table.

"I hope curry's, alright?" Fred asked as he levitated plates and silverware to her table.

"Yeah," Hermione said.

Fred turned toward her and gasped, "You still…"

"Yeah," Hermione smiled. "It's warm."

Fred grinned broadly at her, "Good."

They set into the food and Fred told her everything he had been up to in the last eight years, every shop he'd opened and his favorite products he and George had come up with. Hermione enjoyed hearing about their brilliance and was pleased they were doing so well.

"Do you still tend the shop?" Hermione asked.

Fred shrugged, "Sometimes. I prefer to tinker in the back though," he shrugged. "George is the showman."

Hermione smiled. "It's good to see you."

"You too."

Fred kept showing up at Hermione's flat with dinner in hand. It started out as once or twice a week, now it was up to five or six times a week. Hermione had been back in London for six months. He hadn't asked her out. They hadn't kissed even. But the dinners seemed to have taken on a date-like quality. They had started casual enough, and then Fred had surprised her by cooking for her once, insisting she dress up for the occasion. And now, every Saturday night he cooked for her.

Today was a Saturday and Hermione was under the weather. She'd slept on and off all day on her sofa and had considered owling Fred to not show up. She decided she'd do it the next time she woke up and she fell back asleep again.

She woke to a pounding on her door. Hermione rubbed her bleary eyes and looked at the clock, it was six, right when Fred showed up every week. She grumbled as she stood from the sofa and crossed the room to the door.

Throwing it open she groused, "Don't you have a date or something?"

"Er…" Fred trailed off, he was holding a bouquet of flowers and was dressed in a Muggle suit. "I was sort of hoping you'd be my date."

"Oh, gods, Fred," Hermione rubbed her forehead, "I'm sorry. I'm not feeling well today, come in." She stepped back from the door and let him into the apartment.

"Well, in that case, a night in is required," Fred said decisively. He summoned a vase for the flowers and headed to the kitchen. Hermione laid back down on the couch as another sneezing fit overtook her.

Fred banged around in the kitchen for a while, before coming out with a bowl of soup. Hermione smiled at him in thanks.

"You don't have to stay," she shrugged. "Surely, you can find something better to do on a Saturday night."

"Hermione," Fred said, pulling the bowl of soup out of her hands so she had to look at him. "I've been coming 'round to your flat almost every day for six months. What else do you think I'd have to do tonight?"

Hermione blushed, "I don't know, a date or something. Surely you have other friends."

"A date? The only person I want to date is here, with me, right now," Fred raised his eyebrows and Hermione closed her eyes.

"Truly?" she asked opening them once more.

"Yes," Fred said plaintively. He leaned in and Hermione was sure he was going to kiss her, but she sneezed rather violently.

Fred laughed, "Let's get you fed and tucked into bed."

Six months after that, Fred proposed. They still hadn't kissed.

"I don't think…" Hermione trailed off gazing at the ring in Fred's hand. She desperately wanted to say yes, but they hadn't even kissed yet.

"Tell me you don't want this and I'll leave," Fred said quietly. His voice so uncharacteristically quiet and pensive.

"Oh, Merlin, I want to say yes, but Fred…" she couldn't even voice her fear. What if they didn't fit together like they had? It had been nine years now.

"Is it about the kissing?" Fred asked and Hermione nodded. She chanced a peek at his face and he was grinning widely. "Do you think that explosive chemistry we had as teenagers has somehow disappeared?"

Hermione shrugged, it's not like she had a lot of dating experience in her life. She'd gone on a few dates during Uni but had mostly concentrated on her schoolwork. And then since being back in London, Fred had monopolized her time, she hadn't wanted to see anyone else. Even if they'd never defined their feelings.

Fred wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him. She lifted her chin to look him in the eye as he lowered his lips to hers. The faintest brush and Hermione felt a spark travel from her lips through her body. Energizing her. She wrapped her arms around Fred's shoulders and pulled him close, deepening the kiss. She couldn't, wouldn't ever get enough.

Breaking the kiss, Fred pecked his way along her jaw to her ear, "Is that a yes?"

"Merlin, yes!" Hermione cried as he pulled the lobe of her ear into his mouth. Her knees weakened and her heart soared. How could she have forgotten this? How could she have left this nine years ago? She was insane to have given up this chance at happiness.

"Thank the gods," Fred murmured to her, pulling her tighter to his chest. Hermione hummed her agreement.

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fallen-in-a-forest-project-blog · 7 years ago

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For the tell a story thing. When I was in elementary school I had a small group of friends. It wasn't as much tight knit as it was 'the popular kids don't like us and the other kids don't either so we're stuck in the same place'. I became close friends with three of them. Then, one year two of my friends turned against the other one. They would tease her at first about her crush on a guy in our grade and then for everything and for seemingly no reason. (part 1) -K

I knew from the start it was bullying. There was no doubt about it but still, I couldn’t help myself. I was torn between my friends all of which I wanted to like me. I made a shit ton of mistakes. Sometimes I would support the girl being bullied and other times I would turn around and bully her myself. I felt my own sense of confidence falling away because how could I say I was a good person when I wasn’t? How could I say I had morals when I never acted on them.

I figured out pretty soon that I didn’t like to be terrible. Not because I wanted to be nice but because I couldn’t stand thinking that I was a bad guy. I was and I was but I didn’t want to accept it. I promised my friend who was bullied that I would never leave her and that I would stay by her side. I switched schools without warning the year after. Throughout the years since then I’ve had a habit of waking up in the middle of the night and searching her name.

I was so scared and I still am scared that she killed herself. It’s a weird sort of fear because I haven’t talked to her or seen her for years but she was in a bad state and I feel completely guilty. I was a total backstabber and rumor is she still gets bullied by them. I’ve worked myself into full panic attacks over her but I know I don’t deserve it. That sounds really weird but I don’t feel like I deserve to become a victim when what I did was so bad.

I have this habit of thinking that I don’t deserve to have a panic attack because I’m overreacting or thinking that panic attacks are a good thing. I know in the past I’ve never stopped myself because it seems like a weird way of getting attention even though it’s out of my control. It feels awful and I always feel awful about it but a weird part of me still thinks of it as forcing people to pay attention to me. Anyways, I switched schools. This was my chance to start fresh.

Boy oh boy did I start fresh. Complete makeover. Not physically but personality wise. I was going to be loud and I was going to be energetic and positive and everything that i wasn’t. I was going to be so happy it would annoy everyone. Maybe then people would like me. Some did. I didn’t consciously know it at the time but of course it was all a fake sort of mask. That year I set myself up for years upon years of mental problems.

That year instead of deciding to recognize that I disliked myself and that I didn’t like who I became, I decided to hide everything bad from not only others but also from myself. It feels weird treating the incident in elementary school like a trauma because I was the abuser, not the abused. I feel guilty more than anything else. But it still applies to me. I often wonder how much I hurt her if this hurt me that much but I try not to because I feel guilty. I shouldn’t be hurt

I shouldn’t be hurt by everything but all in all I hurt myself. In fact, I made it even worse. The more time I spent with my new personality, the less it was there. It sorta faded all through middle school until by 8th grade it was obvious. I was completely apathetic. It was hard for me to feel emotions or understand emotions or anything of that sort. The running gag was that I couldn’t feel at all and that I would hurt people because I never felt bad.

My friends would get mad at me for not caring enough about them. Really, I didn’t care much about anything. I didn’t care about my friends’ wellbeing and I was a bad friend. I didn’t care about teachers. I only cared about grades because it’s the one thing I can do. If I focus hard enough on schoolwork, nobody will worry about me. If I have good grades I must be fine. I buried myself in homework and research and school.

Then I had a big fight with one of my closer friends. He called me a monster. Said I was an apathetic bitch. A robot. Nothing. Inhuman. That’s the first time anything ever really reached me. I had brushed everything off but that. That struck me. I locked myself in my bathroom and cried in the bath tub for hours. Then I decided I needed to change. I just didn’t know how. There’s no help for people who have hurt others. I thought I didn’t deserve help. All I do is hurt people.

That year I got involved into musicals. This is going to sound super duper stupid but that’s what really got me out of this jam. Through my musicals, I found internet friends. A group of 7. Some of the best people I’ve ever met. I also realized some things regarding the musical. The character I connected most with was a main character but a blatantly bad person. He makes mistakes and does bad things but in the end he is forgiven. People like him. It gave me hope.

Around this time, I actually started to remember the events in elementary school. The same part of me that pushed away my emotions also pushed away the events and as soon as I excepted some of the feelings I got the memories. They were completely repressed and it was weird to experience them again. That summer I had more breakdowns than I have ever had in such a small period of time. But, coming out of it, I was a better person. I was nicer. I cared. I felt.

Of course it can’t just end there. That was the summer before 9th grade. I would now be going to a school with new people and new things. I didn’t really consider it before but being suddenly vulnerable wasn’t the best idea. Sure I felt great at the end of summer but by fall I kept getting let down. Sure, highschoolers aren’t the best of people. In the past I always found it easy to make friends, here I had none. I felt almost abandoned.

My crush, who was one of my only sorta-friends and another of my almost-friends started dating. They left me and I felt even more alone than before. I was crushed and fell into my first real bought of depression. I didn’t recognize it at the time but I knew something was very wrong. It was like my long history of apathy but in addition to apathy I also felt wrong and bad. I didn’t only feel nothing but I felt empty. I hated the feelings. That’s when I met my ex.

My ex was nice. He was a friend to me and it was good to know someone was by my side. He helped me get out of my depression rut, at least for a while. I asked him out because I knew he liked me. I didn’t actually like him but I felt bad and I knew our friendship would be over either way. He said yes. We dated for a month and I tried and tried to convince myself I loved him but the fact was I didn’t I just didn’t, and there was nothing I could do. I was depressed again.

I broke up with him after a lot of tossing and turning. It was so bad I couldn’t study for exams. I was crushed. That’s when another of my friends came in. He told me that what I was feeling was depression. He encouraged me to seek help. He was the best of friends and we got so close but I started developing feelings for him. I thought it would ruin things but he had liked me for a long time. We started dating. Let’s just say I’m not very good at this dating thing.

It was amazing for months. We lasted all the way until the end of the school year. However, in the place of depression I developed anxiety. It started as little things but soon I was thrown into nausea by only a text and panic by the lack of one. We communicated and things were working. Until he stopped texting. Or calling. Or picking up my calls or reading me texts and I never saw him in person. He basically disappeared but only to me, not mutual friends.

Before he ghosted me things were breaking down. I got untrustworthy and he lied to me a few times. He blamed my anxiety for making me paranoia. I blamed myself for ruining things. Then he left and for the whole month I blamed myself. It was my fault he didn’t want to talk to me I was just too much work. I was miserable. My friends advised me to break up with him. I waited but he never came back. I finally broke up with him. It was like a weight off my shoulders.

I was uncertain. I was not only anxious and a little depressed but now I had trust issues and a lot more self hate than I started with. Since then the anxiety hasn’t gone away and neither have the trust issues and sometimes I still lie awake freaking out about how nobody will ever love me and how I’ll never be good enough or pretty enough. I still dissociate. Through the whole time I’ve also had issues with apathy. If I got too anxious I shut down completely.

I do hate it sometimes. It’s hard to know that one look in the mirror can make me dissociate and that I can’t go back in time and fix my mistakes. But hopefully things will get better. I have hope that things will get better. Maybe I won’t ever get over what i’ve done but people can change. I can change. I can be better. So thank you. Thanks for letting me share my story and for giving me hope.

-K

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(hope its okay i put it all together as one long message)

Its crazy how one thing in middle school can go on and snowball bigger and bigger. Same thing happened to me, where i would hang out with a couple of toxic friends and now it has developed me being super insecure about everything i do.

Im happy and proud that you are getting hopefull and better! I really hope that continues. Thank you so much for sharing this and have a good day!

Sincerly, mod Sana

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downin-thevalley · 7 years ago

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Marlene McKinnon is Not a Werewolf

(Based on this text post)

(I never really write let alone post fanfiction so uhhh let’s go)

“Jesus, Sirius” said Remus, “this is disgusting and I will have no part of it.”

Sirius wrapped James’ invisibility cloak around him like a cape so that his head was seemingly floating in midair. Even to the other marauders this was unnerving. “Is it really much worse than the time we snuck into McGonagall’s office?”

“Yes.”

“Well, is it worse than chasing Snape with a shampoo bottle while we were under this thing?”

“Yes,” Peter chimed in.

“Okay, well, is it worse than—”

“Sirius!” Remus interrupted, “sure, we’ve done worse from an objective point of view, but this isn’t even that funny.” He made eye contact with Peter who, by nature, followed Remus’ lead. Sirius looked towards James in hopes of the same comradery. He was unfortunately met by dark brown eyes glaring at him over large framed glasses. Sirius pouted.

“James! My best mate! My brother, my—”

“Oh, Sirius, you drama queen. Spying on the girls…”

“Is something you should be dying to do!! You do realize that Evans is a girl, and therefore part of this sleepover business?”

At this James blushed and went rigid. “Uh, yeah, wh-which is why I think it is wrong to spy on them. She already hates my guts, and if we got caught—”

“Which we won’t!”

“Anyway! If we got caught Evans would beat my arse. And for the rest of my life she’d be glaring at me with those bright green eyes, swishing her hair in my face as she turned up her nose at me and strode away…” James flopped back on his bed, groaning into his hands. “I just can’t stand it, Sirius. You’re on your own for this one.”

Sirius rolled his eyes and snatched his broom from the end of his bed. “Fine, have it your way. But if I happen to hear something particularly juicy, you lot aren’t gonna hear it from me!”

Him and his broom concealed beneath the invisibility cloak, Sirius descended the staircase from the boys’ dormitories to the common room. Floating scarcely a foot above the ground, he looked up at the girls’ staircase. He gave a loud gulp and slowly ascended, careful of his feet not touching the ground and blowing his cover. Finally, he found a door slightly ajar, and heard the familiar voices of the girls in his second year. The sound of their chatter and music covered his awkward entrance which would have given him away under just about any other circumstances.

He figured he could stand now instead of hovering. He wasn’t entirely sure, though; he’d never gotten this far before after all. Clutching his broomstick to his chest, he stood pressed against the wall, thankful that he wasn’t forcefully removed by the floor beneath him.

Holy shit. I’m really here. I’m really doing this. Oh, Prongs, you don’t know what you’re missing!

The room was more crowded than usual, and the party was in full swing. It was warm, and it smelled of—was that rose? Citrus? Lilac? Jesus, did they put all their perfumes in a cauldron and let it fester in the corner of the room? It was all rather intoxicating for Sirius. He strained his ears over the strange music they were playing to try and make out what they were saying.

“Lily and Severus, sitting in a tree!”

“Get off it, Mary!” Lily retaliated, giving her a swat on the shoulder from the bed she sat on.

“Well, if not him, then who?”

“I don’t know. Boys just aren’t mature or appealing in their second year.”

“I bet you fancy the Potter boy!”

“Don’t make me vomit, Dorcas!”

Okay, maybe James was wise not to come.

Mindless chatter ensued. Topics such as muggle stories, schoolwork, and boys came up, but no boys Sirius knew or cared for much, so he was growing tired of his little stunt. He started towards the door, awkwardly trying to mount his broom without knocking anything over or bumping into something or someone.

“Ugh, who here knows that one healing spell?” Marlene groaned next to Lily on the bed.

“That time of the month again, Marlene?”

Sirius stopped suddenly. His blood ran cold. Surely he had heard wrong.

“Yes, it’s awful,” she said. “I’m in so much pain. I can’t believe this has to happen every stupid month.”

Sirius had to clap a hand over his mouth to keep in his shock.

“I feel sort of silly, but I sort of wish it’d happen to me already,” piped up Mary.

Why would Mary want that?

“Why would you want it, Mary?” Lily asked.

“I dunno. I think it’s sort of neat to be in sync with the moon like that.”

This statement caused Sirius to stumble off his broom. Unfortunately, as close to the door as he was, this caused his left foot to step out onto the staircase. Losing his balance further, he yelped, falling onto his back and sliding down the concrete slab where the stairs used to be.

“What was that?” Asked Marlene. The girls all looked at the door and shrugged.

Sirius was left sliding helplessly. His heart was pounding in his ears. He was still in shock. He suddenly wished he’d listen to his friends, for now he was stuck with this bit of information he was sure he wasn’t supposed to hear.

Marlene McKinnon is a werewolf, too.

Sirius didn’t remove the invisibility cloak until he reached his dormitory. There, he slammed the door shut, dropped his broom to the ground, and tried to control his breathing.

Peter was asleep, but James and Remus were sitting up in bed reading. After James was hit by his cloak flying through the air, they could clearly see Sirius’ face: pale, clammy, and eyes bulging.

“Sirius, are you alright?” Remus asked, putting his book on the bedside table.

“Yeah, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. Did Nearly-Headless Nick catch you?”

Sirius realized he was still clinging to the closed door. He tried to relax and appear casual, but he stumbled and the hand leaning on the door frame began slipping. “Oh, I’m great. Heard a lot of interesting stuff over there. Yup. So much cool shit that I’m just going right to bed right now.”

Remus smirked. “And you’re not going to tell us anything you overheard?”

“Nope” Sirius said, changing into his pajamas, “I told you I wouldn’t tell you anything I heard. You weren’t the ones sticking your neck out. And besides, it’s not my secret to tell—”

“Secret!” James perked up. “Was it Evans? Did she admit she can’t resist me? I bet she’s secretly madly in love with me.”

“Stuff it, Prongs, big red still can’t stand to look at you.”

“Whatever you say,” James shrugged and pulled up his covers. “So what did you find out? You can’t just bring it up and hop into bed.”

“Actually, I can, and I will,” Sirius said as he did just that, jumping into his bed and under his covers in one swift motion.

“I bet he’s just pulling our legs. Padfoot didn’t hear a damn thing, just wants to make us feel as if we’re missing out.”

Sirius was about to defend himself, but then was reminded of what he was keeping concealed. “That time of the month again, Marlene?” His breath caught in his chest all over again.

“Haha, yup, you caught me, goodnight boys.”

Remus gave him a curious look. It was obvious Sirius wasn’t going to sleep any time soon—he was just laying on his back, eyes wide, staring at the top of his four-poster. Something he heard in the girls’ dorm was clearly bothering him. He considered pressing Sirius to talk more about what he’d heard, but it was late. He figured if it was still bothering Sirius in the morning, Sirius would talk about it. He had trouble keeping his mouth shut. After having this silent debate Remus shrugged and rolled under his blankets.

As the night went on Sirius could hear his roommates snoring, but he barely blinked for hours. Poor Marlene, he thought, having to suffer every full moon like he’d seen Remus. Wait, it wasn’t near the full moon. So why was Marlene in pain? Maybe it was different for girl werewolves? Then again, Remus would feel the repercussions of his transformations before and after the full moons, so maybe Marlene was just extra sensitive to it.

Those words bounced around in his head over and over as sleep finally took hold of him hours later. Poor Marlene.

“Pads!” James exclaimed at breakfast the next morning. He reached over and pulled on Sirius’ shaggy hair, lifting his face out of the bowl of oatmeal in front of him. “What’s the matter with you? Didn’t you sleep at all last night?”

Sirius tried rubbing the sleep (and oatmeal) out of his eyes. Remus offered him an extra napkin, and only then did Sirius seem to realize he was covered in warm oats. “Aw, shit” he said, furiously scrubbing his face as he heard the laughter from down the table.

“Sirius, something’s clearly bothering you,” Remus said quietly. “What’s going on? You know you can tell us.”

Pulling the napkin down from over his eyes, Sirius spotted Marlene a short way down the table. His eyes lingered until she turned to look back at him, at which point he promptly went back to cleaning his breakfast off his face and now the front of his shirt.

Remus looked at him, to Marlene, to him, to Marlene, and back again. “Marlene? What about Marlene? Did she say something?” His eyes widened. “Did you…did you see her…?”

Sirius looked horrified that Remus would even think such a thing. “God, Moony, no! What on earth would give you that idea? There is nothing the matter with her!” Throwing down his napkin, Sirius saw Marlene getting up from the table, and hastily followed suit. “It’s fine, she’s fine, I’m fine, I gotta go… take a piss.”

Sirius’ pace quickened as Marlene rounded the corner out of the great hall. James, Remus, and Peter all looked at each other, equally confused.

James shrugged, shoveling a spoonful of scrambled eggs in his mouth. “Knew he fancied her.”

Sirius followed Marlene all the way up to Gryffindor tower without saying a word. What was he even supposed to say? As Marlene reached the portrait hole, instead of saying the password, she whipped around and was nose to nose with Sirius.

“What, Black? What? What do you want?”

Sirius was so taken aback, all he could do was stand there with his mouth open, words failing to come out. Marlene grew more aggravated.

“You stare at me all through breakfast, at least when you weren’t swimming in your food, you follow me all the way to the tower, what? What is it? Spit it out! I’m sick of—”

“I know your secret!”

The sudden exclamation surprised both of them. “What are you on about?”

“Don’t ask me how, but…I know. I know about your…monthly ailment.”

Her eyes were the size of saucers and her face started glowing red. “What?”

“I overheard something. I’m sorry. I heard you and the other girls talking about your ‘time of the month’. And I just want you to know, your secret is safe with me. And I’m glad you have friends who aren’t afraid of you being a…you know…a werewolf and all.”

Marlene’s brow furrowed as Sirius struggled to find the words. “You think I’m a werewolf?”

“Well…yeah.”

“Oh my God.”

“I’m sorry, I know I’m not supposed to know, but I—”

“Oh my God!”

“Please don’t be mad! I promise your secret is safe with me! In fact, I—”

“HAHAHAHA!!”

Marlene was doubled over in laughter, much to the confusion of Sirius. He blinked at her and chuckled back, unsure of what was so funny.

“Sirius, Sirius,” she said between gasps of air, “I take it you haven’t had the talk? You don’t know what a girl’s ‘time of the month’ is?”

“Well, I do get the impression that it’s different for girls and boys.”

She let out another guffaw just as a few other second year girls reached the top of the stairs.

“What’s so funny?” One of the girls asked.

“Yeah, Sirius,” Marlene said, “why don’t you tell them what’s so funny?”

Sirius was even more confused. Did she want the whole world to know? “Well, I don’t really get the joke.”

“Black, just follow us,” Marlene said leading the group into the common room, the painting swinging shut behind them.

James, Remus, and Peter walked into their dorm to find a lump on Sirius’ bed under the covers.

“Padfoot, that you?” James asked. “If you’re not too tired, we were just going to head out on the quidditch pitch.”

“Go on ahead. I… I need some time to think.”

“Oh, come on, Sirius! What is going on with you?” Said Remus, exasperated, and sitting next to the lump under the covers. “What happened last night? Why did you run out of the great hall? What’s so bad that you can’t even tell us?”

Sirius rolled onto all fours and poked his head out from under the blanket so that he was inches away from Remus. “Marlene McKinnon is not a werewolf.”

Siruis went back under, not unlike a turtle, as the three boys exchanged confused looks.

“What? Did you think she was a werewolf?”

Sitting up this time, Sirius wrapped the blanket around his shoulders. “Do any of you know what a menstrual cycle is?”

“What?!”

“It. Is. Horrifying.” Sirius’ eyes fixed on a spot on the floor. “They…they went into so much detail.”

Remus was having trouble holding back his laughter. James and Peter still looked confused. “Is that what you heard last night?”

“Well, sort of,” he explained. “I heard…Dorcas said something to Marlene about her ‘time of the month’, and…”

“Oh, sweet Jesus,” James said, finally understanding.

“And, well, I know you have a ‘time of the month’, Remus, so I thought…”

“Sirius!” Remus began to blush. “Menstruation and Lycanthropy are very different things!”

“I know! I know this now!”

James sat on the bed across from Remus and Sirius. “So wait,” he said, “when you followed Marlene out of the great hall morning, you asked her…”

Sirius went back into hiding.

“Oh, Padfoot, you didn’t!”

A quiet groan, growing louder, was heard from under the blankets. The other boys laughed until their sides hurt.

“Come on, guys, it’s embarrassing enough” Sirius whimpered from under his covers. “No one told me! No one told me a god damn thing!” He poked his head out again. “Did you know that they bleed once a month?!”

The laughter tapered off as the preteen boys grew uncomfortable.

“Well you don’t have to put it like that,” Peter muttered at his shoes.

“Well it’s the goddamn truth, and if I had to hear it, so do you.” Sirius retaliated. “I mean, you bleed from your nether regions once a month, it changes you.”

“Sirius! We don’t want to hear this!”

“Well, James, I don’t care. I was happy and naïve like you, once.” Sirius’ face scrunched up in thought, then popped up to look at James. “Hell, I blame this whole thing on you!”

“Me?! Why me?”

“You refused to go with me last night. If you’d been there, or sufficiently talked me out of it, none of this would have happened.”

James opened his mouth to retaliate, but instead sighed. “Okay, fine. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“Oh, by the way,” Sirius said, smirking, “the girls found out how I found out and got McGonagall involved, so we’re in detention all this week.”

“Wait…did you say ‘we’? Because you better not have said ‘we’!” James said.

“Look, boys. If I’m going down, you’re going down with me.”

Three different hands smacked him upside the head in sync.

#pls be nice #harry potter #fanfiction #marauders #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #peter pettigrew #marlene mckinnon #lily evans #wolfstar #jily #i never know how to tag tbh #my fanfic

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imaginekpoplikethis · 8 years ago

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7 years - BadBoy! Jeon Jungkook X Reader - Part 9

Early (but not early since it's 11pm here) updateeee. I honestly feel like I can't go two parts without making something bad happen.

Shall I stop the drama or shall I continue with it??? I don't really know, so I need you guys to let me know your thoughts on it.

Thanks for reading. Love you guys!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 - Here Part 10.1 Part 10.2 Part 10.3 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 - Final

You would like to say you survived through all the screaming from your family and best friend but to be totally honest it felt like you had been dragged through hell and back. You were sure that one of your ears had been damaged in the process.

Your mother seemed to be ecstatic with the news that you were dating Jungkook. Her 18 year-old daughter had finally managed to get her first boyfriend and it just so happened to be the one boy she adored as if he were her own son.

She made it sound like you were completely hopeless when it came to relationships.

When you had video called Areum and filled her in on what had happened, she smirked, which was something that shocked you to great lengths. Then she demanded you give her Shinee's new album and that was when it clicked in your head. You had made a bet, hadn't you? Who would have thought you would actually lose? Apparently Areum had.

You had to reassure her that you would definitely hold up your side of the deal and she begun cheering, jumping up and down. When she had finished celebrating, she begun to congratulate you which, in all honesty, kind of embarrassed you. She was making it out like it was some kind of life changing event. When you voiced your thoughts, she claimed it was and gushed over the next step of your relationship.

"It's been less than two hours, Areum."

Blinking, she closed in on the camera, staring straight at you. It made you mildly uncomfortable.

"Two hours is a long time! Soon it will be four and then eight and before you know it, you'll be married and have kids."

How she got from eight hours to marriage is beyond you.

"Are you psychic or something? What do you mean marriage? You actually think we'll last that long?"

Energetically nodding her head, she swung around on her seat before laying her eyes on you again.

"If I'm being honest, I don't think you guys will ever have a major fight now that your together. You've just known each other too long so you understand the intentions behind each others actions. Even if you hurt each other, which is highly unlikely, there will always be a valid reason behind it."

"Do you analyse your schoolwork like you do with my relationship? That could pass as an essay."

Areum chuckled and you thought over what she had said. You understood what she was getting at. You would never intentionally hurt Jungkook, not because he was now your boyfriend but because you didn't want to lose his trust and friendship. If you ever came to a point where you broke up, you would want to be able to continue being close friends.

Why were you already thinking about breakups?

"Anyway, Y/N. I need to finish the maths homework. I'll see you in school tomorrow. Bye!"

She waved at the camera before ending the call, leaving you staring at the screen in thought.

Despite what Areum had said, you still felt that it was possible you would end up hitting a bump in your relationship. The thought made your stomach turn.

It would probably be better to avoid thinking about topics like that.

Heading to school the next day, you weren't as excited as you thought you would be. Possibly because you had spent so long freaking out last night. You were drained, having got no sleep. Not even ten minutes.

Upon arriving at the schools entrance, you felt a couple of eyes on you. People were still feeding off of your fight with Hye Mi apparently. Trudging to your classroom, you slid the door open to find Jungkook asleep on his desk and three girls from your class sitting around him. Upon closer inspection, you realised they were admiring your boyfriend.

Too tired to actually care, you slumped into your seat. It wasn't causing you any harm due to the fact that nothing was even happening. You didn't want to have relationship problems on your official first day of dating. Instead you focused your attention on your unopened messages. You hadn't gotten a chance to check them as you were dedicating your morning to trying to keep awake long enough to leave the house.

Areum had messaged you asking if you had remembered to bring your homework, to which you replied a quick 'yep, thanks Areum.' Your next message happened to be from none other than the idiot currently sleeping on the other side of the class.

'Hey, Princess. Make sure to come to school early.'

So much for that. Glancing in his direction, you took in his dozing, slumped figure. You should probably wake him up.

Dialling his number, you watched as he shot up in his seat and whipped his head from side to side in confusion. When he realised his phone was ringing, he all but wrenched it out of his pocket, answering the call without checking the caller ID.

"Hello?" He croaked his greeting through the phone, taking notice of the dumbfounded girls seated around him. Sending them a slightly dirty look, they hopped up and shuffled away, embarrassed to be caught staring.

"Rise and shine, Jeon." Hearing your voice coming from within his phone and the other side of the classroom, you were pleasantly surprised to witness a grin spread on his face at the realisation.

Hanging up on you, he scraped his chair back and stuffed his hands in his pockets, strolling to your desk whilst emitting a cool aura. Taking his usual seat in front of you, Jungkook draped his arms on the backrest of his chair and then laid his head upon them. Gazing up at you from between his eyelashes, he presents you with a faint but handsome smile.

"I can't believe you fell asleep after ordering me to come to school early. That's impolite."

A boyish laugh escaped him and the corners of his eyes crinkled the tiniest bit, taking on a more crescent shape. He reached his hand out towards your hair, grabbing a lock of hair and twisting it between his fingers.

"You're pretty when you're annoyed..."

Huffing, you let your eyes fall to the side, avoiding making eye contact with him.

"Are you implying that I'm not usually pretty? Wow, I am so lucky to date you." You tried to suppress the grin that was threatening to make itself present but Jungkook still noticed.

"My princess is always pretty." You pushed his face to the side and stuck your tongue out, scrunching your face up in mild disgust. Jungkook merely chuckled at your reaction, his plan to make you flustered succeeding.

"Major cringe alert. Please refrain from saying things like that. At least in public." A sly smirk replaced his grin and he wiggled his eyebrows.

"So you wouldn't mind if we were alone? Noted. I'll save it all for when we're alone." What kind of nonsense is he spouting now? Grabbing his ear, you gave it a quick tug which caused him to release your hair and place his hands on yours. He winced in slight pain but his smirk never left his face.

"Pervert. It hasn't even been twenty-four hours." Releasing his ear from your grip, you rested your head on the palm of your hand and stared right back at him. His bunny-like grin grew and a delicate smile spread on your lips. You hadn't taken notice of the students who filed into class until your teacher had arrived, calling everyone to their seats.

Jungkook reluctantly stood from the seat in front you and returned it to the slightly annoyed and intimidated student who lingered beside the desk. Ignoring said student, he placed his hand on your head affectionately and bent down, pecking your lips. A wave of loud whispers emerged from the rest of the class and you hung your head, letting your hair partially cover your now reddening face.

Jungkook seemed to be having a hard time fighting the blush that was slowly spreading over his cheeks.

By the time lunch had come around, you were sure everyone had heard the news of your relationship. Obviously, this irked you as it was your private buisness. You supposed it was unavoidable. Jungkook was the schools most difficult and intimidating student whilst you were one of the best students. Of course news like this would spread like a forest fire amongst teenagers. This information didn't stop you from feeling self-conscious. You had almost adjusted to the few stares you used to receive but having everyone's eyes on you whilst you were trying to eat your lunch was another story.

Areum seemed to notice that you were on edge as she tapped you on the arm. Looking up at you with concern filled eyes, she offered you a worried smile.

"Y/N? Are you uncomfortable?" That seemed to gain Jungkook's attention as he immediately stopped his conversation with Seokjin and studied you. His face remained blank but the worry he held in his eyes was evident.

"I'm fine. I just... don't really like all the unnecessary staring." You stabbed your fork into a piece of meat, a light sigh leaving your lips. Jungkook's eyebrows creased and his head shot up to the many students staring with no shame. Sending death stares in every direction, he clenched his jaw and balled his fists. This didn't go unnoticed by the nosy students and they each turned back to their food, terrified at the holes Jungkook was burning into the back of their heads.

When he was satisfied with the outcome of his actions, he switched his focus back onto you and flicked your forehead. You flinched and placed a hand on your head, peering up at him.

"Don't let these pieces of shit get to you."

Taehyung's face moved into your line of sight and he grinned at you. "Yeah! We'll deal with them later!" Giggling, you felt yourself relax at their somewhat reassuring words.

"Deal with them later? Please don't."

Areum nudged you and you turned to face her, a determined look set on her face.

"Don't worry, from now on I'll protect you too."

Areum was just too cute for words. Your smile broadened into a warm grin and you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her in for a quick hug.

"Gosh you're adorable."

Jungkook let out a small whine, grabbing your attention.

"What about me?"

You pinched his cheek and he frowned at the childish way you were treating him in.

"I guess you are too."

You decided to enjoy the good weather as much as you could and convinced Areum to come with you to the nearby bubble tea café after school. She was currently gushing over your interaction with Jungkook this morning, having caught word of it in the school hallway.

"You guys are so cute! You're not too clingy but you don't awkwardly avoid each other either. You're right in the middle." Rolling your eyes, you felt your cheeks heat up for the second time that day. Areum rambled on and you opted to listen to her in silence.

When you arrived at your destination, you told her to find a table whilst you ordered your drinks. The line was longer than you had expected it to be so you ended up waiting for ten minutes. As soon as you were presented with your order, you grabbed both cups and searched for Areum. It took you awhile to spot her and when you did you had to refrain from gaping in shock. A boy you didn't recognise had wrapped an arm around her shoulders and seemed to be chatting away, not taking notice of her extremely uncomfortable figure. Speed walking to the table they were situated at, you caught the last part of the conversation.

"Come on, you don't have to lie to me. You're obviously here alone. I think you're pretty cute so let's go chill out somewhere else. Get to know each other." He wiggled his eyebrows in a suggestive way and you had to stop yourself from giving him a good punch to the head.

"Actually, she's not here alone. She's got company so do you mind leaving? Thanks." You tried to remain as polite as possible but this boy just screamed 'douche'.

"What's wrong baby, you can join us too. Don't be a cock-blocking bitch."

Yeah, he's definitely a douche.

Placing your drinks on the table, you wrapped your hand around his arm and slowly lifted it from Areum's shoulder.

"Well, I'm going to be a cock-blocking bitch and maybe even a batshit crazy bitch if you don't leave my friend alone." He seemed to be taken aback by your reply but soon recovered and stood up, looming over you in what you assumed was meant to be intimidating. It didn't work since he was quite literally a centimetre taller than you.

"Y/N, stop! Please don't get into trouble for me again." You took notice of Areum's extremely worried tone and your determination wavered. You returned your attention back to the problem at hand when you heard him scoff at Areum's innocent plead. This only angered you further.

"Just leave before I lose my shit."

"Woah, what's with the hostility? Maybe I should to teach you some manners..." Proceeding to grab your wrist, he narrowed his eyes at you, daring you to fight back. You felt the grip on your wrist tighten and you were jerked forward, making contact with the boys chest. Right when you were going to show him what hostility looked like, another hand grabbed his wrist in a vice like grip and you looked up to find Jungkook's seething face.

"That's my job. Who the fuck are you and why are your hands on my girl? Can't she have a fucking drink with her friend without lowlife shits like you bothering them?"

The boy stiffened and released your wrist, your hand unconsciously rubbing the partially sore mark that was left.

"J-jeon?"

Jungkook raised an eyebrow and you noticed the knuckles on the hand that was around the boys wrist were turning white.

"Yeah, what? Have you got something to say?"

The boy threw his arm out of Jungkook's grasp and took a couple of steps back.

"Not really, I was just leaving..." Navigating his way around Jungkook, he avoided all eye contact with you and shuffled out of the café. It was then that you noticed everyone's eyes were on you for the umpteenth time that day. Quickly glancing in Areum's direction, you saw Jimin calming her down. Sitting down opposite them, you placed your hands on your head and let out a heavy sigh. Movement from your right side let you know that Jungkook was now sitting beside you. He enveloped you in a hug and buried his face into your hair, mumbling to you.

"Forget about everyone. They don't matter..." Nodding your head, you wound your arms around his waist and embraced him back. After half a minute, you released each other and he grinned at you, grabbing your drink and sipping some. Hitting his arm, you snatched your drink out of his hand.

"Hey! Don't I get a thank you drink?"

You stuck your tongue out at his pouting face and you heard Jimin and Areum chuckle at your childish antics.

"Not mine."

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