#bcs it's not a ' i know this character like the back of my hand ' situation bcs i really know nothing
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Iâm glad I havenât accidentally spoiled anything- I donât think Iâve said much past Treasure Island. Are you excited for the season in Jan? Iâm very excited to see how they translate it, and what they cut/add.
Iâm a little nervous bc I heard this is the final season theyâre making, but thereâs a lot more arcs ahead, so idk if theyâre going to rush it or just cut it off or what.
Spoilers for all of Anime, as well as vague descriptions of later arcs
I def agree, Senkuu is the best leader shown in Dr. Stone and he does work well bc heâs science focused and most of civilization is also science focused. (Trying to avoid spoilers) Later in the story they encounter a group of people who directly oppose most of their values, a have to work with them. About here is when I would exchange Senkuuâs leadership with the 5 Generals, as things become more complicated.
It would be very funny to have an episode where Senkuu has to drop all the science and craft a legal system lmao.
I agree that Hyoga fighting Moz instead of Senkuu is evidence Hyoga supports women(idk that sentence is so funny. Hyoga supports womenâs rights and womenâs wrongs). To delve into more character stuff, I think this moment could also be tied to Hyogaâs interest in âincredible people.â He wanted to keep most people in stone and only revive petrified people who possess extraordinary skills, to create like a super powerful human race. In this situation, itâs either help Senkuu, who he says himself is on his level, or Moz, a strong enough guy but lacking awareness and also hates women. Hyoga chooses to help Senkuu as 1. He has that interest in Senkuu, and 2. Disagrees with Moz, thinking he is not an âincredible person.â
I totally agree with you, I just wanted to delve into his character, which I rarely get to do bc I donât like him lol.
Itâs totally cool that youâre an anime only watcher! I myself have read all the manga because I hyperfixated and needed to know what happened next IMMEDIATELY lmao. I actually prefer watching the anime, as having the characters audibly read their lines lets me focus more on the art and story beats, which is harder while reading. Iâll do my best to avoid manga spoilers!
For my next question⊠Who is your favorite character and why? Doesnât have to be a complex reason, it could just be a feeling.
*eats a chip and hands both back to you*
Your honor they're homosexuals
#yay this is fun!#I love yapping#I want to get into Bungo Stray Dogs but I just havenât yet#HXH is so good def recommend#it was actually my first anime lol#Iâm doing okay now :)#please do post the fic#I will read#dr stone#ishigami senku#yapping
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Saw that you reread Red Robin and wanted to ask abt ur thoughts on it all :3 that whole series is some of my fav comics ever- plus I own the full set lol. Favorite part? Something you didnt like? Thoughts about Tim's development and character throughout? Thoughts on the whole Ra's situation? Tim being passively suicidal lol. Or how Tim gets. Just so many bitches. All the bitches. Tim Drake canonically gets bitches. They really look at his failboy swag and go "Yeah I'd hit that" đ wheezing.
Anyway yeah, they're like my fav comics so what are your thoughts on them?
And Happy Christmas! Or Happy Holidays if you do not celebrate. Merry ChristmaHannuKwanzaa!
Happy Holidays! (sorry if this does sound cohesive- I wrote right after finishing a 17-page essay, and my brain is actually fried)
The RR comics are so nostalgic to me; they were literally the reason I even picked up a comic in the first place.
The comedy in them gets me every time like Damian accusing Steph of stuffing her bra, gold. And the unintentional stuff like giving Tim an ungodly amount of rizz is just so funny, I can't. Bros is literally a Casanova but can't enjoy it bc, yk, he's busy trying to bring his father back from what is essentially death.
He's just in a long downhill spiral, yk? And he just progressively gets worse throughout his run as RR. The scene where Tims accepts death but Dick swoops in to catch him, and Tim has to lie his ass off, saying that he "knew his brother would catch him," just really brings that point home.
It started off as "No one believes me about Bruce, I'll just have to take. things into my own hands," then it goes to "I barely believe myself about Bruce, but it's too late to turn back now," to "Fuck this, if I die I die- womp womp, too bad I won't be able to tell Dick 'i-told-you-so"'
Tim is self-aware of his self-destructive nature; he knows that all his friends and family are trying to get him to seek help, but he just doesn't care. To him, the mission is more important- batman is more important.
(Side note- Dick trying to get Tim to see a therapist is a lot more impactful than how Fanon twisted it into Dick-trying-to-send-time-to-Akham.)
I'm split on the Ra's thing. I love the concept; I think he was a good choice for the main 'villain,' and I think there was so much potential with Tim reluctantly having to work with Ra's. I just don't think it was done all too well by the writers. A good chunch of Ra's motivation didn't align with his character- at least, I don't think so. And the whole thing with his sister just feels so unnecessary and gross.
Overall, though, I flipping love these comics. They would be better if DC didn't, yk, undo all the cherecter development by making Tim Robin again, but whatever. You win some, you lose some.
#i also wanted to write about the theme of identity and how DC just completely disregarded that#but i got lazy#batfam#batman#dc comics#dc robin#bruce wayne#tim drake#red robin#dc red robin#red robin 2009#timothy drake#tim drake robin#tim drake wayne
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ok well. unfortunate news: sometimes ur niche is so niche u've already niched the niche. this is exactly the same as the feeling of hitting the end of ur ship tag in ao3 đ„Č
#*slowly morosely untucks the bib and folds it up again#smh#idk if that post breached containment in the wrong direction or what but there were like 3ppl apiece talking about good actual examples#and those were like 99% media i already reaaaadddd im tearjngn my hair out#but far and away most ppl flat out missed the brief#like âi think out of almost four thousand tags about four tagged ghost. four tagged geralt. three andrew minyard. etc#sobbung im sad for me AND for yall like this is ur jam and the best u can put up for example is dean winchester????#listen i know im on the supernatural site. voluntarily. but ur really gonna tell me thats the best u can do đđ#like a solid handful said bucky barnes. good solid classic example i'll give it to u but its 2024 đđđđđđ#all respect to the ppl tagging ocs tho y'all are real đ«Ą bc its looking like if we want it we do gotta get in the trenches and write it đâ#anywya i came away with approximately one and a half recs and then 3-4 repeated vouchers for media i know i am just never gonna consume rip#and the rest of yall.. have some kinda different media literacy situation going on we went thru v different english programs i fear#đđ#angie.txt#like i believe the boba fett girlies are right and on to something but i am simply not going down the mouse route on my own dime#so those recs are. moot#not a single trigun mention i dont think.. not vash or nick or i wouldve even given a pass to a shoutout for knives#some of u said kaz and i havent read the books but even just based on the tv series p sure i can respect that.#one i have to look into asap is whoever evan kelmp(?) is- whatever hes from im not familiar and seems promising.#izzy hands im so sorry. im fundamentally incapable of watching ofmd unfortunately i watched black sails first#wasnt aware it was going to ruin other pirate related media for me when i made that decision đđ#i respect the arcane shoutouts but i do think it's hilarious that no two of u called out the same character.#murderbot obviously#i just think some of yall are so close yet so far and i want better for us all so goddamn badlyyy#update: i checked and op seems to have been generalizing off of boba fett/wolverine/magneto etc and yeah that tracks#smbdy said john wick - more than one actually- and while i hear u i also invite u to consider:#that man's singular desire is literally to go back into retirement in peace all he wanted was a quiet night in a rocking chair w that dog..#i dont think id go so far as to say he wouldnt know what to do with a warm bed if he got it. or attach himself to sbdy attack dog style atp#ykwim#somebody said patrick bateman.. yall are just listing names atp. darth vader? kylo? all right pack it up folks
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there is so much of percy to understand this journey is truly thrilling
#ooc.#usually i write characters i have known for a long time just bcs i'm a virgo#& i am just like that#but it has been so fun understanding the nuances of a character i did not previously know#sometimes i get a little scared bcs there is so much i DONT know but that is part of the fun i feel like#i keep simmering on new concepts with every episode of critical role i consume#and it is such a refreshing journey i feel like#bottom line is it has been intimidating but i am having fun with him#especially since there are so many Layers#like percy tries to be a good dude when circumstances allow it but he's also got that Mental Scar of orthax#that drives him to listen to impulse Often [ which i see more & more of as it's pointed out ]#this episode i'm watching rn blatantly spelled it out like#when vax looked at vex & was like ' he only listens to you ' i quite literally Sh*t My Pants thinking back to every time this has happened#i am still working on finding his voice / being satisfied with it but i also feel like having so many friends i can just talk out#the finer details with has been such a fun experience#bcs it's not a ' i know this character like the back of my hand ' situation bcs i really know nothing#but i am soo eager to learn#& explore#also there are so many hilarious bitss mixed into it all i have been losing my mind for grog in this episode this is just so fun for me
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You should definitely write for Vi bc oml sheâs so fine đźâđš
DO U EVEN KNOW THE WAY IM TWEAKIN OVER HER like omfg. my poor moots getting bombarded with fucking piles of edits upon edits of her and my thirsty comments...yeah...i gotchu, you don't needa ask me twice ⥠tbh feel like this is one of the better short smutty thingies i've written, lol. it was really fun.
nsfw drabbleâdom!vi + spit kink. originally i was gonna make this three smaller blurbs, but decided to just smash em all into one longer drabble situation. cw: praise, bossy vi, finger sucking (r! receiving), oral (v! receiving), vi bush mention RAHHHH, yapping... yk how it is by now. + 1.1k wc.
you were gazing up at her with watery eyes, kneeling by vi's seated form, trying your hardest to ignore the deafening ache between your thighs.
vi is loving, and she knows how to treat you well. she always provides you with tons of care and happiness, howeverâshe also possesses a dirty side to her.
a bandaged hand swipes at the bottom of your chin, her thumb prodding at your pursed lips. there was a smirk playing on her scarred lips, her powder-blue eyes twinkling with pure lust at the scenario playing out before her.
âopen.â she says roughly, and who are you to deny her? you were willing to take anything she'd give you, so you obediently part your lips, allowing her to fully push her digit inside your hot mouth.
almost instinctively, your puffy lips wrap around her thumb and you begin to suck, your eyes rolling ever so slightly at the taste of her salted skin. she hums, âatta girlâkeep going. just like that, until i say you can stop, alright?â you open your eyes and nod in approval, wishing to commit her expression to memory.
see, vi wasn't one of those mean, degrading doms with an icy exterior who get off on hurting you an excessive amount, and in moments like this where she's got you in a position of submission under her, her natural âswitchinessâ peeks through. you see it in the way her throat bobs as she swallows, her unsteady, shallow breathing coming out in rasps, and the distinct furrow in her flaming brows while she struggles to maintain eye contact. regardless, you both enjoy toying around with various dynamics, she makes it fun.
you get lost in a daydream while staring into her eyes, but are startled out of it when she strongly presses down on your wet tongue, and pushes her thumb further inward until you gag.
it surprises you, but you know she would never overdo things. tears well up in your eyes, their presence only widening her voracious grin.
then she soothes, her now-soft voice caressing your ears, âexactly, just like that. good job, baby. you're so perfect f'meâyeahhh.â she continues rolling her thumb around your wet muscle, every so often dragging the pad of her finger over the ridges of your teeth, then pushing experimentally up against the roof of your mouth.
saliva has been gathering all this time, and she hasn't given you a moment to swallow it, so it dribbles out of your mouth and down your chin, decorating your chest as it slides down your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps along its path.
her face gets impossibly redder as she observes the sight, still while playing withârather, usingâyour mouth. her movements speed up a touch, and she triggers your gag reflex once more before abruptly stopping. she pulls her hand out of your mouth with a pop, and throws her head back as she tries to steady her breathing. âyou're so fuckinâ hot, godâi can't.â
you smile up at her, reveling in her break of character and being pleased with yourself. she's panting, and examines her hand; it's shiny and dripping with your spit, she's mesmerized by the sparkle it emits in the low light. her periwinkle eyes gloss over and suddenly there's a flash of fabric flying by, and you realize she has undressed herself in one fluid motion, throwing everything on her bottom half across the room. sheâs so desperate, you canât help but sneer at her horny distress, even though technically you were the one being overpowered.
your eyes drop, meeting a wild tangle of vermillion and crimson, her muscular thighs separating east and west to make space for you.
she leans back and gently nudges your head towards her tender, drooling core, her chest heaving at the way you're just melting under her touch. turning to jelly, you let her guide you where she wants. needs.
vi groans quietly, her breath hitching, âc'mon angel, you know what to do.â and you very much did. with her assistance, you advance and bury your face in her center, tongue finding her scarlet pearlâtwitching and ready for you to obliterate.
you flick, you suck, and you moan at the heavenly taste of her essence, revel in the noises she's producing above you. she pulls you further in, bucking her hips frantically to chase your skilled mouth. you push your tongue inside her quivering hole as far as it'll go, taking as much of her in your mouth as you can, and ignoring the lack of oxygen you're experiencingâyou would be more than pleased if you were lucky enough to die this way.
she's watching you intently through half-lidded eyes, chewing on her rosy lips. when you meet her gaze from in between her legs, her face contorts and she releases a guttural whine, more slick leaking from her and filling your hard-at-work mouth.
her grip on your hair tightens and her abs tense, providing you with an image that's worthy of a climax just on its own. her head falls back, her lips parting to allow for pretty, high pitched and pathetic pleas to grace your ears. âpleâplease baby, just like that. you're so fuckin' good, don't you dare stopâah!â
without any warning she makes a vulgar mess of your face, the vice grip on your crown causing you to wince, but just as she requests, you don't dare move.
you tilt your head to get a better angle, practically making out with her swollen pussy. you drink up her cum, the near-sickly sweetness clouding your mind, coating your thoughts in a drunken haze.
the high is rippling through her at such an intensity her loud moans are replaced with pornographic whimpers, the sensations utterly ruining her. she squirms and arches, caging your head between her thighs until she gasps.
"hahâokay, okay, ohâfuck.â she stutters while she pushes you away, the tremor in her body evident. you sit back and examine your work, feeling proud of yourself, her fucked-out condition proving you did a good job.
she's sprawled on the bed like a starfish, still trying to slow her racing heart but manages to chuckle, basking in the aftershocks of a mind-melting session.
her words are slurred, yet satisfied. âdid so good, that was so goodâŠlove your mouth s'much babe.â
you guffaw, and throw at her through chuckles, âi know, i am the best.â that sends her into a fit of giggles as well, and once she's calmed down she confirms.
âyeah, you really are.â
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omg ive been highly enjoying ur fics and hcs!!! i think u wrote their characters very spot on đ„ș the jail one got me thinking... can i request the lads boys reacting to the reader getting in trouble after punching someone. bc someone talked shit about the boys and wanted to defend their honor or smth lmfao ty!!! đ
omg anon lemme kiss u on the foreheadÂ
I almost did a backflip when I read this, I was so happy to write it. This one took a bit longer to write so I do apologize, but I was reeeeally on a mission to deliver some good plot here
Some are a bit longer (coughSyluscough) but I really hope you enjoy <3
Defending Their Honor
Pairings: Xavier x Reader | Zayne x Reader | Rafayel x Reader | Sylus x Reader
Word Count: 3.9k (oops)
Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Lore references. Reader throwing hands. FEELINGS. Soft Sylus. -Scottie is allergic to happiness.
Masterlist
Note: I got possessed when I wrote Sylus' and probably should have made him his own fic. I am not sorry. It is longer than the others. I am bashing my head against the keyboard. Please forgive me.
â âWhile Iâm honored, you didnât have to do that on my behalf,â
â ^ Giggling and kicking his feet on the inside though
â Heâd also return the favor with no hesitation if the situation was ever reversed
â ^ You will NOT diss his lady in his presence
â Yâall are def cuddling for the rest of the night as soon as you get home
Xavier really needed to learn to stop taking his eyes off of you when the two of you were out in public.Â
The two of you had gone on a fun little outing to Linkonâs version of a pop-up carnival. There were games, food vendors, live music, and tons of people. He knew how badly youâd wanted to go, so of course you nearly jumped right into his arms when he showed up at your apartment after lunch and told you to get ready.
So far, it had been good. The two of you had played a couple games, won some prizes, even took chances with a few questionable rides. You had walked around, hand in hand, enjoying each otherâs presence and making new memories together.
It had been seconds. Seconds. You were both, unsurprisingly, hungry after walking around for a few hours. Xavier, being the knight in shining armor that he is, had walked up to one of the nearby food vendors to grab a snack for the two of you, innocently leaving you near a blue park bench. When he finished, you had disappeared.Â
He stared at the now empty park bench, snacks in hand, completely baffled. He did a quick scan of the area, only to see a bunch of people he didnât know, and someone being escorted to the exit by two security officers.
But that person almost looked like they were wearing the same outfit as you.
Xavier squinted. Surely not, right?
He caught up quickly, nearly stumbling when his suspicions were confirmed. That was absolutely you being dragged to the front of the park.
He lagged behind quietly, saying nothing, but already accepting the fact that your fun carnival date was apparently over.Â
You were given a verbal warning and kicked out of the park, being told not to come back for the remainder of this yearâs visit. If you came back, it would be trespassing.
You were getting ready to text Xavier when you realized he was right in front of you, nibbling on some type of skewer heâd gotten from the vendor. âSoooâŠâ He began, eyeing you curiously.
âI may or may not have slapped someone,â
His eyes immediately widened, his mind running through every possible scenario.Â
âWhat happened? Did someone touch you?â He reached out and grabbed your wrist, eyes scanning every inch of exposed skin for injuries.Â
âNo! No, itâsâŠ.nothing like that,âÂ
His eyebrows furrowed. âThenâŠ.?â
Suddenly, you were a bit embarrassed. It had been so stupid. How was he even going to react to this?
When Xavier had left you by the bench, a man that looked to be around your age approached and asked for your number.
âI know you just saw me with someone.â
âSo?â
âNot interested,â
âWhy? Because of that loser? You could do better.â
That was it. That was the reason youâd backhanded the disrespect right out of that manâs bloodline.Â
Xavier wasâŠ.so many things. Incredibly kind, thoughtful, and just so deliciously him. You adored him the same way he adored you, and had him on a pedestal that no one could even close to touching. You could do better? Not possible. There was not a soul in this galaxy that was better than Xavier. At least, not to you.
Hearing someone speak lowly of him when you truthfully couldnât even articulate how incredible he was? Yeah, instant slap.Â
You kept your explanation short. âSome guy called you a loser,â You said, rubbing your arm sheepishly.Â
Xavier almost giggled.Â
âSoâŠ.you slapped him?âÂ
You pressed your lips into a thin line, the reality of how out-of-pocket the whole thing was finally setting in.
Surprisingly, Xavier laughed. It was soft, filled with fondness and mirth. He pulled you into a loving embrace, placing a soft kiss on the top of your forehead. He'd be lying to the both of you if he said he wouldn't do something similar.
âIâm honored,â He began, his voice muffled by your hair, âbut you donât have to slap people on my behalf,â
âIâll always defend you, whether youâre in the room or not,â You responded, your tone firm and completely serious.Â
Xavier stood there for a moment, arms wrapped around you still, feeling like the luckiest guy alive. The thought of you backhanding someone for calling him something as simple as a loser was almost hysterical, yet it filled him with a warmth he couldnât explain. You were really something else.Â
After a moment, he pulled back, interlacing his fingers with yours. âLetâs go. Thereâs plenty of time left for us to turn this night around,â
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okay listen I love Zayne
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but he's kinda emotionally constipated sometimes (at least on the OUTSIDE)
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the logical side of him wants to scold you and tell you that this wasn't necessary
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but the emotional side, the side that is harder for him to articulate, is lowkey flattered that you'd go that far to defend his name
Zayne slowly paced back and forth in the lobby of the cityâs police station, the only sounds in the room being the tap of his shoes on the linoleum floor and the ticking of a clock on the wall. He glanced toward the clock. It had been 20 minutes since heâd come to retrieve you, and he was growing impatient.Â
The two of you were in another city for an awards banquet. Youâd come along simply to support Zayne, your absolute favorite person in existence (who just so happened to be an incredible Doctor that was receiving multiple awards for his work).
Imagine Zayneâs surprise when the banquet ended and he couldnât find you anywhere. It was extremely out of character for you to disappear when it came to things like this, especially while you were in an unfamiliar place. This wasnât Linkon. You wouldnât have simply left without so much as a âcongratulationsâ, not to mention that Zayne had been your ride here.Â
By the third time your phone had gone to voicemail, Zayne was nervous. That was when he started asking around. Heâd pulled up a photo of you, showing it to various employees and asking if anyone had happened to see you leave.Â
It was a security guard that told him youâd been arrested.
He left immediately, having the directions already pulled up before he made it out to the car.Â
Now, he paced, an amalgamation of concern, confusion, and stress.Â
A buzzing sound emanated from somewhere down the hall, and Zayneâs head whipped toward the sound to see you being led out by an officer, still wearing the outfit that matched his tie color.Â
The red knuckles werenât easy to miss.Â
While he did still open the car door for you, he chose a tactical silence for the duration of the car ride. There wouldnât be a single word spoken until you were back in the hotel room. This was a calculated method by Zayne. He knew youâd be absolutely squirming by the time you guys made it back, and that was exactly what he wanted.Â
The door to your shared room clicked shut behind Zayne, whoâd entered behind you. He leaned against it, folding his arms over his chest. He raised an expectant eyebrow at you, his eye flitting between your flustered face and reddened knuckles on your dominant hand.Â
It was hard to take him seriously when he looked that handsome in a tux.
âIâŠmay have overreacted,â You finally said, your voice coming out timid.Â
âCan you go anywhere without picking a fight?â He responded, his tone exasperated.Â
You swallowed.Â
âI canâŠâ
Zayne took a steadying breath. He moved from the door and took a seat on the edge of the bed. âTell me what happened,â
You had been out looking at all of the posters on the wall, reading the lists of different accomplishments and awards printed under each attendee, waiting for the banquet to end. Zayne had already received his awards, but was still backstage and not allowed to leave. Some of the audience, including you, had stepped out of the auditorium throughout the banquet. You had originally just wanted some air. The auditorium had been stuffy, and the fancy outfit you had on was not helping.Â
While you were out admiring the different posters, you heard a woman making some pretty rude comments about the poster she and her friends were in front of. At first, you just scoffed. You couldnât imagine being so bitter. Was it so hard to be supportive of others, even if they werenât the one you came for?
And then, you realized which poster she was standing in front of.Â
Zayne.
Imagine this: You happen to be involved with an incredibly smart, talented, and stunning man that just so happens to be a Chief Cardiac Surgeon at only 27 years old. The same man that has made evolutionary discoveries and progress in treating cardiac abnormalities. The same man that you absolutely adored, and wanted nothing but the absolute best for. All of this is great, right? Now imagine hearing someone say something completely horrible about him right in front of you.
At first, the confrontation had started off as just a scolding. Youâd told the woman that it wasnât right to say horrible things about the attendees. They all did such incredible things that they were receiving awards for, after all. This was not the place for such behavior.Â
And then, she justâŠ.kept going.Â
Before long, youâd quickly ended the conversation with an abrupt bitch-slap. Security had already been approaching when your hand connected with her face. You werenât going to tell Zayne this, but youâd actually gotten tackled.Â
You gave Zayne the shortened version of the story, leaving out all of the gushing.Â
Initially, he was quiet again as he tried to process what youâd just told him.Â
Lady. Talking bad. Zayne. Slap.
For a moment, he couldnât understand why youâd even resort to that. But when he looked at you, looking at him with eyes full of love and respect, he softened a little. While he didnât necessarily agree with your methods, who was he to dictate how a person should react to any scenario?
He patted the spot next to him, still trying to form an appropriate response. You sat willingly, leaning into his side. He looped an arm around your waist.Â
You sat in silence for a few minutes longer before he finally spoke.Â
âThe logical part of me should scold you, (Y/N). That was a bit overboard,âÂ
You looked up at him. His words implied that the logical part of him wasnât the one that was winning whatever internal battle he had going on. âAnd what does the other part of you think?â
He sighed, pressing his forehead against yours. âTruthfully?â
You nodded, nearly melting at the sudden affection. His lips showed the faintest hint of a smile. âTruthfully, Iâm flattered,â
âyk how Raf blushes and pouts when you do the Heartbeat interaction??
â yeahhhh
â but also.....feelings
When Rafayel learned youâd been thrown out of his newest exhibition, he was initially pretty offended. He didnât even want to be there to begin with. You were the only reason heâd forced himself to come, though heâd never admit it out loud. He had an arsenal of complaints ready to fire off the second he met you outside, after he reasoned with security, of course.Â
It was Thomas who had weaved through the crowd, placed an urgent hand on Rafayelâs shoulder, and leaned close to speak for only the artistâs ears: âSecurity just dragged (Y/N) out of here. She hit someone,âÂ
The confrontation had luckily gone mostly unnoticed. It happened quick, and security had whisked you out. Youâd gone willingly, and the man youâd struck no longer felt like sticking around either.Â
Somewhere during the short walk from the back of the building to the front doors, your reason for lashing out had gotten lost in translation. Rafayel was under the impression that youâd thrown hands because someone had dissed his art.Â
That, however, was an unfortunate misunderstanding.Â
It wasnât his art that the man had described as âworthless.â It was Rafayel.Â
Rafayel had smooth-talked security into letting you come back inside, with the condition that you would not be a problem for the remainder of the night.Â
Rafayel had been flattered, but definitely thought youâd overreacted.Â
âNot everyone can say they have a bodyguard this protective over art,â He teased, casting an amused glance in your direction. âThink we can make it through the rest of today without another attack?âÂ
Youâd rolled your eyes, still a bit peeved. Who the hell comes to an exhibit specifically to dog the artist, anyway? âThatâs not even what happened,â You grumbled.Â
âPeople critique art all the tiiime. That doesnât mean they should get assaulted over it,âÂ
âItâs different,âÂ
âIâm just saying. Iâve never punched anyone at an art gallery. Maybe youâre taking the Bodyguard title too seriously,âÂ
âRafayel. You were the art,âÂ
Rafayel came to an abrupt stop, the air seemingly vanishing from his lungs. Heâd heard you. Heâd definitely heard you. His brain, however, was doing backflips, struggling to process your last sentence.Â
You were the art.Â
The gears clicked into place, his cheeks burning hotter and hotter with each passing second. In all honesty, he was conflicted. He was torn between the all-encompassing warmth, the feeling of being appreciated and thought so highly of that you would deck someone in the face purely for speaking ill on his name. The other half of him felt almost bitter.Â
You were that same silly girl with a bad memory. And yet, here you were, fighting someone off of instinct when they said something nasty about him.Â
You could do that, yet there was so much you couldnât remember.
He was in a war with his thoughts and emotions, and unbeknownst to you, you were once again the cause.Â
He finally collected himself, masking the emotional roller coaster heâd just been on with a chuckle. He patted the top of your head, settling on a teasing comment rather than risking opening the floodgates.Â
âYouâre so weird, Miss Bodyguard,âÂ
Rafayel would end up finding you in every lifetime, over and over again, no matter the cost. Heâd remember every promise, every touch, every stolen moment. Yet, in every single timeline, you always found a way to make his head spin and his heart do cartwheels in his chest.Â
This would forever stick out as one of those moments. Â
⥠Soft Sylus.
⥠Soft Sylus.
⥠SOFT SYLUS.
Sylus had invited you to tag along on yet another negotiation. Heâd claimed he just liked having you at his side, but he truthfully respected your input more than heâd admit out loud. Heâd often bring you along under the guise of keeping him company, but would subtly pay attention to your body language and facial expressions. If you werenât going to bite, neither was he.Â
After the first negotiation you attended, you as Sylusâ +1 became a much more frequent occurrence. As long as he was in the room, your safety was guaranteed. Not to mention how a lot of potential deals went off a little smoother when you were in the room to ease the tension.Â
Today, the two of you were headed to a hotel a few cities away to meet with a man named Michael. You didnât have many details about the deal, but you had the basics. If there was anything you needed to know, Sylus would tell you.Â
It had taken you exactly 6 seconds after entering the room to decide that you did not like Michael. There was just something about him that had already gotten on your nerves. The arrogance? The âup-to-no-goodâ vibe he absolutely reeked of? The way he looked at the two of you like you were nothing more than pests the moment you walked in?Â
While it was just you and Sylus on your side of the bargain, Michael had 6 armed guards scattered through the room, which added to your irritation. Michael was clearly a man that thrived off intimidation, yet was too cowardly to have an even playing field.Â
Sylus never lost his nonchalance. He strode in like he had nothing to lose, suave and unbothered. He kept a hand pressed lightly against the small of your back as he guided you to a seat, a silent reassurance that everything would be fine.
The meeting had began, but not without Sylus catching how your mood had soured considerably within the first 10 minutes.Â
The more Michael talked, the shadier the whole ordeal seemed. He was boasting about some modified protocore that was the âbest on the market,â and trying to goad Sylus into purchasing it.Â
Sylus wasnât dumb by any means. But Sylus was also a man that would humor someone for his own entertainment. âShow it to me,â He said, his tone even.
One of the guards gestured for Sylus to follow, and he immediately turned to you, waiting for you to come as well. Instead, you shook your head. You didnât want to risk being ambushed when you came back if both of you left. Sylus trusted your judgment, knowing that he would be gone for less than 5 minutes. With a quiet âBehave,â cast in your direction, he disappeared with the guard.Â
The second the door shut behind him, Michael turned to one of his guards and said something you probably werenât supposed to hear. âIâm going to walk that bastard like a dog, just watch.âÂ
Oh?Â
In hindsight, it would have been better to keep your mouth shut. All you had to do was give Sylus a signal when he returned, and he would call this off with no hesitation. Your opinion mattered, after all. He didnât just bring you to these meetings to serve as eye candy. Knowing this, you should have just brushed Michaelâs comment off. However, it had gotten under your skin in a way you couldnât shake off. The words were leaving your mouth before you could stop them.
âIâd like to see you try,âÂ
Michael, and all 5 of his remaining guards, immediately looked at you as if locking onto a target. The tension in the room intensified considerably.
Michael scoffed, looking at you as if you were a bug heâd stepped on. You glanced toward the door Sylus had stepped out of moments before, half expecting him to be standing there with an amused smirk on his face. He wasnât, though.
Michael was on his feet, taking slow steps toward the chair you were sitting in. Despite the shaking in your fingers, you stayed put. âYou must think so highly of him,â He drawled, zeroing in on you. âI didnât know a man like that could catch the attention of a pretty thing like you,â
You didnât know why, but your anger was rising with each passing second. The implication of his words was clear, but you wanted to hear him say it. It was obvious that he thought of himself higher than Sylus, and clearly didnât have many polite thoughts about him. You and Sylus werenât necessarily a⊠âthing,â per se. Not yet, anyway. So why did this piss you off so badly?
âA man like what?â You challenged, staring up at Michael. In your lap, your hands, that had been neatly folded, were slowly clenching into fists.
Michael's mouth twisted into a wolfish, arrogant grin. âIâd say he takes up more space than heâs worth. Cocky, foolish, insufferableââ
Your fist had connected with his jaw before he could get another word out, sending him stumbling backwards, clutching his jaw as he tried to regain his footing.Â
It would take you about a week to fully process how the next 15 seconds had gone.
At first, the silence was so intense that you could audibly hear the rapid beat of your own heart.
Then, guns were raised and pointed directly at you. 5 from the guards, all at separate angles, and one directly in front of you from Michael himself.Â
Next, gunfire. A lot of gunfire. Multiple shots ringing out from 6 different directions.Â
You werenât exactly sure when Sylus had entered, but he apparently had the timing of a God. Youâd been whisked out of harm's way, somehow completely uninjured. You realized later that he likely used his evol somewhere in the mix.
Once safely away from the hotel, Sylus turned to face you, lips set in a thin line but his expression otherwise neutral. He studied you for a long moment.Â
âThat went well,â He said, his tone lacking any amusement. âShould I not trust you enough to leave you unattended for two minutes?â
You folded your arms over your chest. You didnât trust the sound of your voice yet. You knew you owed him an explanation, but the adrenaline was still too high and you were still too angry to speak.
Sylus checked you for any injuries and then, to your surprise, grabbed your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. Â
âYou need to be more careful who you pick fights with,â He warned. His tone was firm, but not unkind. He knew you were more than capable of handling yourself. It was one of the things he appreciated about you. However, the fight today had left a bitter taste in his mouth. This was the first time he hadnât been in the room the entire time. It could have been a lot worse, and you werenât bulletproof. This was the first time heâd left you alone for more than 30 seconds, and it had ended with you in a shootout.Â
âMaybe he shouldnât have been talking shit about you the second you walked away,â You retorted, your voice coming out bitter. âRight in front of me. It was justâŠdisrespectful.â
Sylus, who had assumed Michael had started it on his own, was stunned. For the first time in a long time, he didnât have any quips or sarcastic comments to make. That was what had caused the fight? You, the same person that used to look at him with so much distrust and caution, had thrown yourself into a fight to defend his name while he wasnât in the room.Â
Sylus was silent for a moment, his eyes combing your face for any hint of deception. When your words finally sank in, he nearly melted on the spot. The adoration heâd already felt was intensified. The warmth he felt in his chest was almost too much, and he wasnât sure whether he should scold you or kiss you.Â
Instead, he gently tugged you against his chest, choosing to simply hold you for a moment. It felt like the only correct option. His chin rested against the top of your head, one arm looped around your back as the other cradled your head. He was absolutely flattered, and outrageously smitten.
Yeah, he had it bad.Â
âJust when I think I have you figured out, you go and do something else that surprises me,â He murmured fondly, rubbing small circles into your back. You were an endless mystery to him. But as he stood there, holding you against him, he knew heâd happily spend the rest of his life trying to figure you out.Â
Note: 1.4k words just for Sylus I am SO SORRY but I needed this man getting all soft with this prompt slkdhjsalkhdÂ
#love and deepspace#love and deepspace headcanons#love and deepspace rafayel#love and deepspace xavier#love and deepspace sylus#love and deepspace zayne#lnds rafayel#lnds xavier#lnds zayne#lnds sylus#lads sylus#lads rafayel#lads zayne#lads xavier#lads x reader#lnds x reader#xavier x reader#zayne x reader#rafayel x reader#sylus x reader#lads angst#lnds angst#lnds fluff#lads fluff#lads headcanons#lnds headcanons#scottiexmariee
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Hello! I saw your requests were open and wanted to put one in. Can I request Silver, Azul, and Vil with a reader who likes them but feels like they can't confess bc they're scared to form any more attachments to the people in twisted wonderland bc they think they have to return to their world and can't stay? Idk if that makes sense but yeah đ
Ty in advance and have a nice day :)
of course!!! hehe. ended up writing this a little sappier than my usual headcanons
*à©â©â§âË wordless confession
type of post: headcanons characters: azul, vil, silver additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, long
Azul is pretty perceptive. it doesn't take a lot for him to guess that you have feelings for him, unbelievable as it is (to him, at least)... and he also had Jade ask you a few questions in a totally normal and non-threatening manner. he's also guessed that you're holding back because of your... well, unfortunate situation. you're smart, like him, enough to know that it's more trouble than it's worth. unfortunate as it is, staying away from each other proves to be harder than you thought (with no help from the tweels, who love the drama and think that Azul desperately "needs some bitches"- in Floyd's words, not mine). bumping into each other turns to awkward conversation, which turns to time spent together, which ends with your pinky fingers linked together on dates that you both insist are only meetings
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it was Vil who fell first, but he didn't really know it. to him, you were simply good friends, better than he'd ever had, and he wanted to hold onto that for as long as he could. you were always fated to leave him; he knew this. and so he wouldn't let himself believe he was in love until you started shying away, avoiding him to avoid your own feelings. those few weeks were some of the hardest, but they made him realize that he was losing you whether he confessed or not. he didn't want to live thinking about what could have been, rather than what was. he'll always have his career, his fans, his friends and family, but there's only one you, and only one chance he has to make your time together special
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Silver thought that keeping himself busy would keep his thoughts off of you. he'd thought he was dreaming it at first. that, perhaps, he'd dozed off mid-conversation and only dreamt of you, shying away, fidgeting with your hands, avoiding eye contact. but when Lilia starts asking about you, and Sebek starts making noises of disgust when you're together, he realizes he'd been more awake than usual. it's not difficult to guess that you're withholding yourself because of your... background, and, at first, Silver wants to respect your wish and remain friends. it's not as simple as that, though, and after Lilia encourages him to pursue you anyway (human lives are so very short, after all), he does just that
#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#queued#azul ashengrotto x reader#vil schoenheit x reader#silver x reader
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Guilty Pleasures àŒ jjk, kth (m) | chapter iv
â Summary: Three years of being Seoul's power couple earns you nothing but a big fat divorce settlement and your face plaster on every gossip column around town. You're angry, hurt, and desperately want to move on, but worst of all? You're still in love with the man who started the whole mess, even though the most he can ever see you as is a friend. The renowned actor you've hired to be your company's new endorser seems to have a soft spot for you though. He's easy on the eyes, you'll admit, but who actually wants a divorcee like yourself? It's unrealistic really.
pairing: ex-husband ceo!jungkook x ceo!reader, actor!taehyung x ceo!reader (not poly)
genre/AU: angst, smut, fluff, loverstoexesto ?, coworkers2?, unrequited love
Word count: 11.3k
Warnings: oc and jk are both 30, Taehyung is 32, swearing, tornado of emotions (you might laugh, you might cry, and you might just wanna punch something after this chapter), morally grey characters, mentions of toxic relationships, mentions of broken home/families, mentions of therapy, struggles of self-blame, regret, guilt, denial, self-deprecation in some aspect, etc., mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of sexism in the media and business world
playlist: Unkiss Me, Apologize, Hate That I Love You, etc.
a/n: So, elephant in the room....how did this get past 11k when other chapters are significantly shorter? Well...I had ideas? I'm sorry!! đ« ANYWAY more angst in this chapter. Sorry not sorry for what you will consume here. I honestly love this chapter so much though! Okay, I won't say any more bc spoilers are cool but not in my fic! (hehe) Enjoy! đ„°
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Numb.
Itâs the only word you can rummage up to describe the sudden shift in your demeanor. Youâd think oneâs typical response to their ex-husbandâs drunken confession would be one of confusion, anger, hurt, or the like.
But youâve gone stone cold instead, barely able to feel the steaming hot water that kisses your skin from within the tub. The room seems to have become a bit of a haze too, your vision blurring as you grip your cell phone in your hand.
The absurdity of it allâthe man who handed you divorce papers now professing his loveâfeels like a cruel joke. The sheer impossibility of the situation is almost laughable, yet you can't even bring yourself to do that at this point. You've exhausted all of your emotional resources.
Youâre unsure how many seconds pass before his voice calls your name again.
â__? Are you still there?â His voice is a muffled echo in your mind. It sounds so far away, though you know heâs right here on the other end of the line.
"Honestly JungkookâŠI donât know what you expect me to say.â The words come out slow, measured, and almost emotionless.
There's a pause, and when he speaks again, his voice is hoarse, cracking under the weight of his confession. "I guessâI'm not sure either. But I just needed you to know. I needed to tell you everything."
âYou're drunk. You realize that, right?"
âI had a few beers, yeah," he admits. "Maybe I'm a little tipsy. But it doesnât change the fact that I havenât been able to stop thinking about you lately. I miss you, __, a lot."
The words hang in the air, and for a moment, youâre back in the past, back when those words would have meant the world to you. But now, they feel hollow, devoid of the warmth they once carried. And how can they not? You tethered yourself to your ex-husband for three years, learned his patterns, became acquainted with his needs, and danced with his indifference. In the end, the result is always the same, and this time is no different. By morning, he'll likely forget everything he's ever said to you and return to his normal habits.
You take a deep breath, your head resting on the cool porcelain tub, and close your eyes. "I canât do this," you say quietly. "Not now."
"It's late. I understand-"
"No," you interrupt, voice firmer, "you don't understand, Jungkook. You don't understand me and you never have. I'm hanging up now."
"Please don't. I know I've hurt-"
"Stop. Do you know how patronizing that sounds to me? Please don't call this number again."
"But... I love you, __," his voice is barely a whisper. "Do you not love me anymore?"
"Goodbye, Jungkook." You end the call before another word can drop from his lips, or yours for that matter. It's time you accept that you are never more than an impulsive decision, a temporary solution, and an item on his agenda. Tonight's conversation solidifies that for you.
Despite being sleep-deprived the next morning, you refuse to let fatigue keep you from fulfilling your promise to visit Taehyung at the hospital. You've been anxious about him all night, tossing and turning without respite. The weight of your ex-husband's drunken confession added to your restlessness as well. Nevertheless, you push it out of your mind as you bound out the front door.
Upon arrival, you are greeted by an abundance of flowers, cards, and thoughtful gifts scattered around Taehyungâs hospital room. One bouquet on the windowsill catches your attention in particularâits familiar scent of lavender is instantly recognizable.
âBeautiful, isnât it?â a voice says from behind you. You turn to see Dr. Min entering the room, Taehyungâs chart in hand. He seems more lively than last night, his expression noticeably brighter with a faint smile on his lips.
âYes, theyâre lovely,â you reply. âIâm guessing these are from Taehyungâs fans and colleagues?â
He nods. âIndeed. Lavender is a calming scent. Itâs no wonder people chose it for him.â The corners of his mouth lift slightly before he continues, âMy girlfriend loves it too. She says it helps her relax after a long day.â
The comment is unexpected yet sweet. You notice the suppressed grin and the warmth in his eyes easily, signaling his deep affection for her. You wonder how it must feel to love someone so purely and without restraint. Before the thought lingers, your gaze shifts involuntarily to the man on the hospital bed, still asleep. Though the bandages are gone and his breathing is stable, your concern deepens as you take in his nearly still form.
âHowâs he doing?â you ask, moving closer to his bed. Your heart tightens with each step as the cuts and burns on his face become more visible.
âHeâs lucky,â Dr. Min says, walking to the opposite side of the bed, his tone growing serious. âHe has multiple rib fractures, a mild concussion, and a few burns, but it could have been worse. Taehyung is stable now, and weâre monitoring his progress closely.â
âHow long will it take for him to heal?â
âHis face burns are only second-degree, so they should heal in a couple of weeks. The concussion should also resolve with ample rest and by avoiding strenuous activityâboth physical and mental.â
âWhich means he wonât be able to act for a while?â you ask, reading between the lines.
âAfraid not,â Dr. Min dismisses the idea. âHopefully, his projects can accommodate his absence.â
âWhat about his rib fractures? I imagine those will require the most attention.â You feel like you might be asking too many questions, knowing Dr. Min will likely need to repeat everything to Taehyung later, but you can't hold back. After all, you made a promise to yourself last night that you'd ensure he'd be alright.
âYes," Dr. Min answers carefully, "they could take up to three months to fully heal. We recommend applying ice for 20 minutes at a time, several times a day. As long as he remains stable over the next few days, he can be discharged to continue his recovery at home." He pauses, allowing you to process the information before continuing. "It's crucial that he rests. Even if he feels bursts of energy, he needs to let his body heal. Light activities like breathing exercises and short walks are fine, but he should avoid intense exercises until we give the all-clear.â
You nod thoughtfully, absorbing Dr. Minâs detailed prognosis. Taehyungâs condition sounds serious but manageable. After such a traumatic accident, it's clear he'll need months to heal. Getting him to adhere to the doctor's orders will be challenging, given his profession and active social calendar. However, if you need to be the one to remind him, you will.
âIâll make sure he follows your recommendations,â you assure Dr. Min, your voice tinged with concern.
âI have no doubt,â Dr. Min replies with a reassuring smile. âYou know, you're the first person whoâs shown up for him both last night and today. Aside from that young man who came in briefly. Namjoon, right?â
âYeah,â you respond slowly, the revelation catching you off guard. âHe works as my secretary but he's also a good friend of Taehyung's. His family really hasnât come in yet?â You circle back to Dr. Min's first point with a sense of urgency.
You wouldn't normally be this insistent on the matter; however, past conversations with Taehyung have revealed how much he cherishes his family, often sharing stories about their reunions with warmth and enthusiasm. With such a loving family, youâre taken aback that they havenât shown up yet. Then again, his accident was sudden, and there could be various reasons for their delay. Do they even know about his accident, for that matter?
âThey called, of course, but youâre the first to actually come in,â Dr. Min clarifies, his gaze thoughtful as he responds to your concern. "You must be quite an attentive boss to show this level of care for your colleague."
There's an underlying suggestiveness laced in his tone, but you're quick to brush it off, redirecting the focus to Taehyungâs condition. âItâs the least I can do, given what heâs going through,â you say, trying to sound matter-of-fact. âHeâs a valuable member of our team, and I want to make sure he gets back on his feet as soon as possible.â
Dr. Min's eyes twinkle, as if holding back further commentary. âEven from a professional standpoint, not everyone would go to such lengths for a coworker. Heâs fortunate to have you.â
You feel a slight flush as his subtle implications continue. âWell, I justâŠcare about his well-being. Besides,â you glance back at Taehyung, your expression softening more than you intend, âI know he'd do the same for me.â
For a few short breaths, Dr. Min remains silent as your attention remains fixed on your colleague. âI need to check on a few other patients so Iâll leave you two alone for now," he finally says, breaking the silence. âI'll be back to check in on him again later, but if you have any questions or need anything in the meantime, the nurse is nearby."
With a nod and a soft "thank you," you watch Dr. Min exit the room, leaving you alone with Taehyung once more. After settling into a chair beside his bed, you silently observe the steady rise and fall of his chest. The rhythmic sound of his breathing is a small comfort amidst his vulnerable state. Despite everything, you're glad he's going to be okay.
As each minute passes, nurses come and go, and the hum of activity outside the room gradually fades into a background murmur. You had only planned to stay for an hour this morning, but time seems to slip away as the clock now nears 1 p.m. You had hoped Taehyung would be awake by now, but he remains still.
After a brief sigh, the thought occurs to you that you don't have to spend so many hours here, waiting for Taehyung to wake up. It's the weekend, and there are plenty of other things you could be doing instead. Dr. Min could easily call you the moment Taehyung wakes up. But something in your conscience urges you not to leave. Just give it another hour, you think. If he isnât awake by then, you can come back tomorrow.
Suddenly, a slight movement catches your eye. Taehyung's fingers twitch, and his eyelids flutter. You nearly missed it with how lost you were in your thoughts.
Leaning forward with nervous relief, you softly call his name. It takes him a few seconds, but slowly, his eyes blink open. He turns his head slightly, gaze eventually finding yours, and you feel momentarily transfixed. It's unlike you to respond this way, but you had forgotten how piercing and comforting his eyes could be. A genuine smile immediately spreads across his face once your eyes meet, though not as boxy as usual due to his condition. Nevertheless, it's encouraging to see him awake and responsive.
âHi," his voice is strained but recognizable. "It's...nice to see you."
âThe feeling's mutual,â you respond gently. âHow are you feeling?â
He shifts slightly, wincing a bit. âLike I got hit by a truck,â he mutters. âIâm sore all over.â
âYou had a close call, but youâre in good hands now. Your doctor, Dr. Min, says you'll be okay, as long as you take it easy for a while. He was here earlier this morning, but he'll check in with you again soon.â
"You..." He hesitates, surprise flickering in his eyes. "You've been here since morning? What time is it now?"
"Oh, uh, it's around 1 in the afternoon," you say, gradually realizing the weight of your words. You consider whether or not to tell him the full extent of your stay. âI got here a few hours ago. Donât worry.â
Taehyung nods slightly, a mix of gratitude and concern evident in his expression. âThank you for being here,â he murmurs. âI wasn't sure if I'd be alone.â
A sinking feeling settles in your chest at his words, your throat tightening. Before you can ask what he means, he continues, âI must have taken a lot of your weekend from you.â His tone is apologetic, and your heart aches. Here he is, lying on a hospital bed, in pain and vulnerable, and heâs worried about inconveniencing you.
âI'm glad to be here,â you reassure gently. âI promise, youâre not alone. A lot of people care about you.â
Taehyung glances around, taking in the gifts and flowers scattered throughout the room. âFrom my fans, Iâm guessing?â he asks, attempting to keep his tone light.
âAnd your colleagues too,â you reply. âWe all want to see you get better." Taehyung returns his gaze to you, a faint smile lingering on his lips. Neither of you says anything, which unsettles you.
âDid you sleep okay?â you ask, the question coming out more hurriedly than intended.
âI drifted in and out for most of the night. Itâs hard to get comfortable,â he admits, "I think I could still hear a lot around me. It felt like someone was holding my hand for a few minutes too, but Iâm not sure how much of it was real or just dreams, though.â
Oh shit. You weren't expecting that answer.
The possibility that Taehyung might have heard you talking to him last night shouldn't be that embarrassing, yet your mind races with thoughts of what he might have heard or understood in his semi-conscious state. Not only did you share more than you probably should have, but you also touched his hand to feel his pulse, and he felt it.
âWell, um, I'm sorry to hear you had a rough night. You should rest more,â you suggest, trying to compose yourself. "I should get going anyway and let you sleep.â You begin standing from your seat but don't get far before the gentlest of touches brush against your wrist. When you look at Taehyung, he quickly retracts his fingers, concerned he overstepped.
"Shit, I'm sorry, __. I didn't mean to grab at you like that," he says softly. "It's just...would you mind staying with me a little longer, please? I'd really appreciate the company."
You can hear the yearning in his request. It's clear that he doesn't want to be alone, and you don't blame him, especially after the accident he's endured. Settling back into the chair, you agree to stay a bit longer, perhaps another half hour, before heading home; you realize you haven't eaten lunch yet.
"So, how are you doing?" he asks. "We haven't talked in bit."
His question triggers a flood of thoughts, the most recent interaction with your ex-husband being one of them. Up until now, you've managed to push his drunken call out of your mind, preferring to focus on Taehyung instead. However, Jungkook's unexpected confession still throws you for a loop. It's not that you're riddled with the need for clarity on its validity, especially since you don't believe him anyway. How could he claim to love you when he also admits he doesn't understand his own feelings? On top of that, being drunk while doing soâit doesn't make sense.
No, the real question now is what happens next. How do you proceed? Will he try to reach out again? The way he asked if you still loved him before you ended the call weighs on your mind even now.
You know you'll need to discuss this with Melody during your next therapy session.
Before you spiral further, you decide to steer the conversation away from personal matters and opt for a safer topic.
"The company is doing well," you reply with a smile. "The new campaigns we've put out recently have been pretty successful. Although," you add, a hint of curiosity in your tone, "the team has missed your frequent drop-ins, especially Namjoon." If you're honest with yourself, you've missed them too.
"How is he? Namjoon?"
"He's okay, but he's been concerned for you," you answer carefully. "When we heard the news, we came to see you together, but he was quite affected. He promised to visit once you woke up."
"So," Taehyung takes a moment to process. "That was this morning, right?"
"No, actually, it was yesterday."
There's a brief, awkward silence as you sense Taehyung might be thinking the same thing you areâabout your presence last night. Surprisingly, he doesn't bring it up. Instead, he eyes you curiously, biting down on his lip slightly.
"I meant to stop by last week," he admits. "But we were wrapping up the final scenes of my film shoots. The producers were eager to finish them. I'm just thankful we got them done. I wanted to spend a day riding my bike along a scenic route until... well, until all of this happened. I don't remember much, but I'm just grateful Tan wasn't with me."
"Tan?" you ask, curious now.
"Yeontan, my pomeranian," Taehyung explains with a soft smile. "He means the world to me. My parents take care of him when I'm busy with filming. I was actually planning to drive up and visit them this weekend. And, of course, bring Tan back home with me. They live pretty far from here, so it's better that I go up to them if I can."
Well, that answers the question about his parents not being here yet, you think to yourself.
As Taehyung speaks, you can see a flicker of fondness and relief in his eyes when he mentions his dog. It must have been months since he last saw him.
"I bet you miss him a lot," you comment softly, "Tan."
"I do," he admits with a slight smile, "but I know he's being well taken care of. Hopefully, I can see him soon. And my parents too."
"I understand that feeling," you reply, nodding thoughtfully. "Pets have a way of becoming family, don't they? I had a cat named Evie when I was growing up. She was a feisty little thing with green eyes, always getting into mischief. We got her from the streets and she was so slim, but it didn't take her long to beef up with all the treats we gave her. Whenever I was feeling down, she would curl up next to me, as if she knew. It's funny how they have that kind of intuition, isn't it?"
Taehyung listens intently, a small smile playing on his lips. You feel a slight flush of embarrassment at your tangent. It's one of the few times you've shared something personal about yourself that wasn't work-related. Feeling like you might have overshared, you decide to stop, assuming Taehyung isn't interested in knowing that much.
You chuckle inwardly at yourself.
Jungkook was your husband for three years, and he never seemed to care about such personal details.
Iâ" you start, intending to apologize, but Taehyung interrupts.
"Did you have any other pets?" he asks, curiosity piqued.
You chuckle softly, reminiscing. "Yeah, we had... uh, god, you don't want to know how many pets we had."
"Try me," his eyes become playful, yet there's a seriousness behind them, like he really wants to know. It's unfamiliar.
"Alright," you chuckle, "aside from Evie, there were three other cats. Calvin and Misha were the adventurous ones, always climbing trees, while Pip was the cuddly lap cat. Then there were two dogs: Toby, our sneaky Chihuahua, and Bella, a terrier who growled at everyone. Oh, and we had three rabbits too. Cute, but also feisty."
Taehyung laughs, "I sense a theme going on."
"What theme?"
"Well," he grins, "It seems like your household was filled with some strong main characters."
You chuckle at his joke. "Yeah, our house was never quiet, that's for sure. Each one had their own personality and quirks."
"You don't have any now though? Pets, I mean," Taehyung asks.
"Sadly, I don't," you reply with a hint of regret. "The company takes up a lot of my time, and I don't think it would be right to leave a pet alone for extended periods. I might consider getting another cat, but right now, focusing on running the company leaves me with little spare time. I miss having them around though."
Taehyung mulls over your word carefully. âIf I ever get out of this hospital...maybe Iââ
Before he has the chance to finish, the hospital room door opens, and Dr. Min enters, his expression serious yet composed. His eyes widen slightly in surprise, not expecting to see you still here and Taehyung awake. âIâm sorry to interrupt,â he begins, glancing between you and his patient. âItâs good to see you up and looking a bit better."
Dr. Min approaches Taehyung's side, opposite to you. âHow are you feeling?â he asks.
Taehyung's demeanor shifts instantly, his playful expression fading as he turns to answer. âPretty sore, honestly,â he replies.
Dr. Min nods. âLetâs run a few checks to see how youâre doing.â
Sensing this is your cue to leave, you rise from your chair and reach out to touch Taehyung's hand. But you stop yourself short. Something about performing the physical action while heâs fully conscious instills a flutter of nerves within you. Instead, you gently tap his shoulder, causing him to meet your eyes. âI think I'll be going now, but it was nice talking to you,â you say softly. "Was there something you wanted to say earlier, though?"
He pauses for a moment before replying, his expression reminiscent of the time a few weeks ago when you declined his dinner invitation. You still donât understand why he seemed somewhat disappointed; it's not like it was a date. He had made it clear he wanted to go out as colleagues. The only reason you declined was because you didnât want him feeling pity for you, or the struggles that came with the divorce.
"It's okay, we'll have to save that conversation for another time," Taehyung's voice brings you back to the present. "Enjoy the rest of your day, __. Thanks again for staying with me."
"Of course," you reply, then turn to Dr. Min. "If you wouldn't mind letting me know when and if he can be discharged, I'd appreciate it. And Kim Namjoon too, since we're both nearby." Dr. Min nods in agreement. With that, you sling your bag over your shoulder and exit the room.
âHe said what?!â Your best friend Jimin almost shouts through the video call, eyes wide with disbelief. Youâve just finished recounting your ex-husband's unexpected, drunken confession from the previous night. Jimin, who already holds a deep-seated grudge against Jungkook, looks livid.
âHe had the nerve to say that to you? While he was drunk?â Jimin continues, his hands clenching into fists.
You nod, feeling a mixture of frustration and exhaustion. âYeah, I told him not to call my number again and he hasn't contacted me since.â As expected, he likely forgot all about it.
âGood,â Jimin declares with a fierce protectiveness, his tone leaving no room for doubt. âYou donât need that kind of drama in your life, especially not from him. And if he even thinks about calling you again, just say the word, and I'll come down there and handle it personally.â He emphasizes 'personally' with such intensity that it makes you giggle for the first time tonight.
âThanks, Jimin,â you say, a warm feeling spreading through you at his unwavering support. âIâm just trying to move on, focus on work, and other things.â
Jiminâs expression softens, and he nods firmly. âYou're incredibly strong, __. Are you really okay though? It was a huge blow for him to make a confession like that and even though I dislike him, I know you still have some lingering feelings for him. I'm not a fool to believe you're unaffected.â
You take a deep breath, appreciating your best friend's perceptiveness. âItâs complicated. Iâm trying so hard to move past everything, especially with Melody's help, and then he justâŠthrows that at me. Itâs like heâs trying to pull me back into his mess.â
Jiminâs eyes are filled with concern. âYou donât owe him anything. Remember that. He made his choices, and you have every right to move on without his baggage.â
âI know,â you sigh, rubbing your temples. âItâs justâŠeasier said than done. But Iâm working on it.â
âYouâre doing great,â Jimin reassures, his voice gentle. âAnd you have every right to focus on yourself now. Donât let him mess with your head.â
You nod, feeling a bit lighter with the support. âThanks, I needed to hear that.â
âI'm always here for you love,â he says, his protective demeanor softening into a warm smile. âNow, enough about that idiot. Howâs everything else? Work? Taehyung? Everyone at the office is talking about his unfortunate accident, poor sucker.â
At the mention of your colleague, you feel a sudden heat rise to your cheeks. Did the heaters in your apartment just turn up or something?
âHeâs slowly recovering," you answer. "I saw him this morning and we talked for a bit. Heâs... heâs been through a lot.â
Jimin raises an eyebrow, âYou saw him yesterday too, right? And if my memory serves, you were at the hospital with him until the afternoon. I remember I texted you to see if you were free to call earlier than planned. Something you'd like to tell me?â A teasing grin suddenly spreads across his face, and you shake your head, knowing exactly what he's insinuating. It's like talking to Dr. Min all over again.
âSeriously, Chim, no, it's not like that," you deny instantly, heart racing a little. "He's been my company endorser for a little over six months now, and heâs been nothing but kind to me. With everything heâs been through, I just want to make sure he'll be okay. I feel somewhat responsible for him. Maybe I'm crazy.â
âResponsibility, huh?â Jimin smirks, unconvinced of your denial. âSure. Because âresponsibilityâ usually makes people blush.â
You wave off his suspicions, a nervous chuckle escaping you. âIâm not, so if you wouldn't mind ceasing your teasing, that'd be great."
âOkay, okay,â Jimin chuckles, raising his hands in mock surrender. âBut if you ask me, it sounds like more than just responsibility. Taehyung seems like a sweet guy, and you care about him. And I sense he feels the same way about you. Don't think I forgot about his little dinner request weeks back.â
You chuckle, brushing off his suspicions. âOh, come on, enough. Believing that Kim Taehyung has any kind of interest in me is like believing that Jungkook loves me. Itâs unfathomable. Taehyung's a colleague, thatâs all.â
âOkay, excuse me? Unfathomable?â he scoffs, shaking his head. âSomeone help! My best friend is selling themselves short, again. __, youâre amazing, and anyone, including Taehyung, would be lucky to have you. That ex-husband of yours was an idiot, but just because he couldn't see what he had doesnât mean others canât.â
You roll your eyes playfully, but Jiminâs words hit a soft spot. âChim, you're sweet, but I'm just saying that Taehyung is on a completely different level. Iâm just me... a 30-year-old divorcee with a half-decent startup.â Those alone are enough to have any man steer clear of you.
âStop this, __. You're much more than that, and it's pretty damn incredible,â Jimin insists, his voice firm. âYouâve been through so much, and youâre still standing. Thatâs not something to brush off. Taehyung sees that. Anyone with half a brain can see that.â
You sigh, feeling a mixture of gratitude and skepticism. âI appreciate it, Chim. But letâs just drop it, please?â
âAlright, I won't push it," he concedes gently, "just know Iâm here whenever you need.â
âThanks, Jimin,â you reply, feeling a warmth in your heart. âI donât know what Iâd do without you.â
âProbably explode from all that bottled-up stress,â he jokes, making you laugh again. âBut seriously, youâre doing great. Just keep taking it one step at a time, and call me if you need anything!â
As the call ends, youâre left with a lot to think about. Jiminâs words echo in your mind, and for a brief second, you find yourself wondering if maybe your best friend is rightâthat perhaps you do care about your colleague more than youâre willing to admit.
Well, either way, it doesn't matter; you've got enough on your plate as it is.
Starting with the stack of papers laid out on the coffee table, work you brought home that's awaiting your attention. It's a critical deal for your startup, one that could secure much-needed funding and propel your business to the next level.
Sighing softly, you reach for your laptop and open the latest project proposal.
You start your Sunday as you always do, with a book in hand, heading to your favorite cafĂ©. Itâs a ritual thatâs been with you since your teenage years, and today, you feel a desperate need for its familiar comfort. After wrapping up the project proposal late into the night, your brain craved a break.
Entering the quaint cafĂ©, youâre greeted by the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft murmur of conversation. Finding a cozy spot by the large window, you settle in for a day of reading, occasionally looking up to observe people passing by outside.
Hours slip away unnoticed in the serene atmosphere, lost in the pages of your book. Somewhere along the way, mid-sentence, your thoughts subconsciously drift to a conversation with Taehyung weeks before his accidentâthe day of your six-month anniversary.
You remember how he mentioned his interest in books that day, leaving you curious about what he enjoys reading. You imagine he might be into classic authors like Charles Dickens or Oscar Wilde. Then again, you might be mistaken.
Refocusing on your book, you manage to read another paragraph before thoughts of Taehyung intrude again. Did he have any company today? You quietly hope Namjoon paid him a visit. "Okay, __, calm down," you tell yourself, "Taehyung will be fine, and Namjoon definitely would have visited him now that he's awake." With a determined effort, you return to your book.
It isn't until the sun begins its descent that you decide it's time to pack up your things and head home. Passing by the hospital on your way, a sense of restlessness tugs at you once more. Should you stop and see Taehyung, even if only for a few minutes? The thought lingers, but then you recall Dr. Min's pending update on his discharge status. Maybe it's best to wait for his confirmation.
You continue driving, but the concern refuses to leave your mind. Eventually, you make a decisive turn, heading back towards the hospital. It wouldn't be as lengthy as last timeâjust a quick visit to check on how he's doing.
When you arrive at the hospital, you hesitate for a moment outside the entrance. It's Sunday evening, and visiting hours are likely limited. You check your phone quickly to see if Dr. Min has sent any updates, but there's nothing new.
Taking a deep breath, you decide to go in anyway.
Taehyung is awake when the nurse leads you to his room, casually flipping through a magazine. He looks up, his expression softening into a smile upon seeing you.
"Hey," you say softly, stepping inside. "I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop by. I hope it's okay."
"It's more than okay," he replies warmly, setting the magazine aside. "I'm happy to see you."
You nod, feeling relieved that he isn't disturbed by your presence.
"Though, in all honesty," he continues, "I didn't expect you back today."
"I just wanted to check on you and make sure you're okay," you admit quietly, taking a seat nearby. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm better, just a bit sore still," he says sincerely, his gaze meeting yours. "What about you? How's your Sunday been?"
"Quiet," you respond with a small smile. "Spent most of it reading at a café, and then decided to stop by here."
"Really?" His interest piqued, he asks, "Which one? Sometimes I do the same thing when I have some free time. Or, I'll read at the beach too. It's relaxing."
"Well, have you tried the one on Willow Street? I've been a regular there since I was 16."
"No... I'm not familiar with that one," he admits, "I usually go to the one on 5th."
"5th? You know, I don't recall a café on 5th, unless..." you pause, realization dawning, "oh no," you blurt out unintentionally.
"What?" Taehyung's eyes twinkle with amusement at your spontaneous reaction. "Have you been?"
You hesitate to answer, not wanting to risk offending him.
"Yes..."
"And?" Crap, you were hoping he wouldn't ask for details.
"Um... it's okay," you reply simply.
"What? Just okay?" Taehyung exclaims, feigning offense. "Their coffee and tea are decent, and they have those comfy armchairs by the window."
"I know, but there's just something about it," you reply with a playful shrug. "Maybe it's the lighting, or maybe I'm just picky."
"Fair enough," he chuckles. "Maybe I'll check out this Willow Street café sometime. You've been going there for years, so it must be good."
"Well, I highly recommend it." You can't help but feel a bit smug, though you try to keep a straight face. It's just nice to have someone take your suggestion seriously. "You'll have to tell me your review of the place if you go."
Taehyung nods thoughtfully in reply, his gaze lingering on you with a hint of admiration. You look away, pretending to straighten your jacket. Why is he staring like that? You're not used to being looked at without some sense of hostility.
Just as you begin to feel a bit awkward, the door swings open, and a nurse peeks inside.
"Sorry to interrupt," she says kindly, "but visiting hours are over for the evening."
You glance at your watch, surprised at how quickly time has flown. "Oh, okay," you reply, a touch disappointed. "I'll be heading out then, thank you."
Once the nurse leaves, you direct your focus back to Taehyung. He smiles understandingly, sitting up a bit straighter. "Thanks for stopping by," he says warmly.
"Yeah, of course," you reply, gathering your things. "Did Dr. Min mention having you discharged any time soon?"
He shakes his head. "Nothing yet. Might be here for a couple more days."
You nod, feeling sympathy for his extended stay. "Well, take care of yourself, okay? Let me know if you need anything."
"I will," Taehyung assures you with a grateful smile. He watches as you make your way to the door, but just before you can twist the metal knob, he speaks up agian. "Uhm...if you have time tomorrow, I wouldn't mind if you came in again. It was nice to...chat."
For the first time, Taehyung seems to stumble over his words. As someone who's naturally charismatic, not to mention a skilled actor, there's a hint of nervousness in his voice.
When you turn your head to glance back at him, his smile has faded, replaced by a hopeful look, hands gently clutching the blankets.
"Sure," you agree to his innocent request, somehow unable to resist. "I'll try to stop in tomorrow if I can."
His boxy smile returns instantly as he bids you one final goodnight.
As you walk out of the room, that same smile lingers in your mindâyou're glad you decided to come by.
In the days that follow, you find yourself at Taehyung's hospital bed every evening after work. Initially fulfilling his wishes, you gradually realize you've grown fond of his company. Taehyung turns out to be easy to talk to, a good listener who encourages questions you wouldn't normally ask within office walls. Here you are again, immersed in yet another spontaneous conversation that neither of you minds.
"So, what's it really like?" you inquire, curiosity lacing your voice. "Being an actor? And what about kissing strangers? I've heard some co-stars end up together after playing an onscreen couple for so long."
Taehyung chuckles softly, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Being an actor is both exhilarating and challenging," he begins, reflecting on his experiences. "Kissing scenes... well, they're not as glamorous as they seem on screen. There are a lot of technical aspects to consider, like camera angles and timing. As for getting involved with co-stars outside of filming, I wouldn't be familiar with that. I prefer to keep those lines pretty separate."
You listen intently, fascinated by his insights into a world so different from your own. But one thing sticks out to youâhow does he handle kissing scenes if he were to be in a relationship? Wouldn't that get complicated?
"I often wonder what I'd do if I had a partner," Taehyung muses suddenly, his voice thoughtful, as if sensing your unspoken question. "About the kiss scenes, I mean. I haven't actually dated for a while." Really? You think, he cant be serious...
"I'd imagine they'd be understanding since it's part of the job," you offer, trying to match his contemplative tone.
"Is that how you'd respond?" Taehyung's question catches you off guard.
"Me?" you ask, feeling slightly dumbfounded.
"Yeah, I'm just curious. Would you be okay with that?"
"Uhm... well, honestly, probably not," you admit, feeling a bit awkward. "I think I'd have a hard time wrapping my mind around it. I'd kind of feel like I was sharing my partner. I don't want to share like that."
Shut up, shut up, shut up, you mentally chastise yourself. You definitely said too much.
To your surprise, Taehyung merely gives a small smile in response. "I think I'd feel the same," he says softly.
The subject ends there, as the conversation soon shifts to his latest project insteadâa romantic comedy series titled with a playful nod to a four-leaf clover.
"You know, I've never seen a four-leaf clover in my life," you admit with a slight chuckle.
Taehyung laughs softly, his eyes brightening. "Really? They're supposed to bring good luck, you know."
"Good luck, huh? I guess I've never had the pleasure," you replied with a grin.
"Well, then it's settled," he declared with a playful glint in his eyes. "I'll find one for you once I'm out of here," he promises warmly.
You smile, exchanging a silent moment before hitting him with your next question. "Do you watch your own shows or movies?" you ask, genuinely curious.
Taehyung's expression shifts subtly, his gaze momentarily distant. "Honestly, I don't," he admits, his tone tinged with a hint of embarrassment. "I guess I've always felt a bit awkward seeing myself on screen. It's strange, right?"
You reassure him with a smile. "It's not so far-fetched, but I don't think there's anything to be embarrassed about. You're talented, Taehyung. I'm sure your performances are amazing."
Taehyung nods thoughtfully but then quirks an eyebrow at you. "But have you actually seen any of my work? It's a little cheesy."
You hesitate, feeling a touch sheepish. "Honestly, no," you confess. "I've never watched any of your shows or movies. But I will!"
A flicker of déjà vu crosses Taehyung's face, his expression turning thoughtful. "That's funny," he murmurs. "I feel like I've heard those exact words before, recently."
You chuckle nervously, trying to lighten the mood. He can't be referring to that night you spoke to him while he was asleep, right? "Maybe it's just a sign that I need to catch up on all the great acting I've been missing out on," you quip, hoping to diffuse any awkwardness.
Taehyung grins, his playful demeanor returning. "Well, I'll hold you to that. You'll have to give me your honest review."
"Deal," you agree with a nod. "So, as much as I hate to cut this short, I think I'm going to have to get going now."
"I understand, it's past 6:30 pm. See you tomorrow?"
"Sure thing," you reply warmly. "Get some rest."
By Thursday afternoon, you finally receive the long-awaited call from Dr. Min, informing you that Taehyung will be discharged the next morning. You're relieved that Taehyung is healthy enough to continue his recovery at home. Seeing him yesterday, he looked the best he's been since his accident. However, a small part of you feels annoyed that Dr. Min didn't call youâhe called Namjoon instead.
It was an ordinary afternoon when your secretary's phone rang. Namjoon was crouched over at his desk, concentrating on a number of spreadsheets just moments before. You remember leaping over to him as soon as you heard the words, "he's ready for discharge tomorrow," leave his lips.
It's now Friday morning, and you're standing in front of your secretary's desk.
"So, you're off to pick up Taehyung now?" you ask, as casually as you can. You do your best to ignore the lingering irritation growing inside you.
"Yeah," your secretary finally replies, glancing up from his screen. "I'll drive over to the hospital in about half an hour."
"Okay." You nod, biting your tongue. So what if Namjoon gets to pick him up instead of you? It's fine, you should get over it.
It's just a little odd that Dr. Min chose to call Namjoon instead of you though. You know for a fact you've been much more involved with Taehyung's well-being than he has.
Of course, Taehyung and Namjoon are good friends, but your secretary has only gone to see him twice over the past week his buddy's been in the hospital. You've been there every day, so wouldn't it make sense that you be called first?
Evidently not.
Namjoon will be taking Taehyung home, and you likely won't be seeing him at all today. In fact, you're not even sure when you'll see him next. Technically, you have his address stored away in an HR file, but you're no creep. And you most certainly are not about to show up at his place unannounced.
It's not like Taehyung has texted you today either. Not even a quick update on his condition.
"Um..." Namjoon starts, shifting awkwardly in his chair. "Is there something else you wanted to say? I feel like you're kinda hovering over me now, to be quite honest."
"Oh, sorry," you respond, stepping back a bit. You didn't realize you were staring at him, wordless, for longer than normal. "Nothing else. Drive safe."
As if seeing right through you, Namjoon's expression softens. "If you want to see how Taehyung is, you can just text him. I'm sure he'll respond to you."
"No, it's okay," you quickly dismiss the suggestion. You don't want to bombard a man who's just getting out of the hospital with your texts. You'll leave him alone to rest.
Namjoon gives you a knowing look, eyeing your slightly hesitant state. "I'm serious, boss. Text him. You've been at his side this entire week, so if there's anyone who'd be more deserving of knowing what's up, itâd be you."
Deserving? That's a bit far, is it not? Yes, you've been visiting him, but it's not like you saved his life or anything. It's not that big of a deal. You just wanted to...make sure he was okay.
"IâWhen did you decide to call me boss again?" you switch subjects, but Namjoon remains unaffected.
"Text him," Namjoon says for the final time before reaching for his keys in his desk drawer. "I gotta get going, but I'll be back after I drop Tae off."
"Tae?" You haven't heard him called that before.
"Yeah, it's kinda a pet name. Sorry, I started calling him that once we became friends, so it slips out here and there. It's like second nature now."
"Got it," you nod, a bit disappointed. Maybe you weren't as close to Taehyung as you thought. "Make sure he gets home okay," you finish.
"I will." Namjoon gets up from his desk and heads out of the office. You turn around and return to your own office once he's out of sight.
While Namjoon is out, his phone rings incessantly. You find yourself getting up from your desk multiple times to take calls. By the afternoon, you're exhausted from the constant interruptions.
Maybe you should consider giving the poor man a raise.
Before the thought fully develops, his phone rings again. You don't even bother checking the caller ID anymore; you simply pick up the phone and answer in your sweetest voice.
"__? I thought Iâd be hearing Namjoon first... hey," his voice is hesitant. "I hope Iâm not interrupting anything."
"Jungkook," you reply cautiously, instantly recognizing his voice. "Why are you calling my work phone?"
"I... I didn't know how else to reach you. Can I come in or can you come into the parking lot? I have something to give you."
You pause, feeling a rush of unease. You havenât spoken to Jungkook since last Friday when he called you out of the blue. Honestly, you hoped you wouldnât hear from him, especially after telling him not to call again. It's strange that he keeps finding ways to show up unexpectedly.
"What is it you need to give me, Jungkook?" you ask bluntly, "I'm very busy."
Thereâs a brief silence on the other end before he answers, "Itâs... Itâs something personal. Iâd rather not discuss it over the phone. Please, can you just come down for a moment?"
You weigh your options, torn between curiosity and apprehension. His unpredictability lately has left you unsure of what to expect. "Jungkook, I really donât thinkâ"
"Please," he interrupts, his voice sounding more urgent. "I promise it wonât take long."
Taking a deep breath, you decide to handle this with as much grace as you can muster. "Fine. Iâll be down in a minute."
You end the call and sit back, trying to steady your thoughts. His sudden request feels odd, and part of you worries about what he might say or do next. As you make your way to the parking lot, you mentally prepare yourself for another potentially difficult encounter.
When you arrive, Jungkook stands near his car, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His usual confident demeanor seems replaced by a sense of unease.
"Hey," he starts, his voice tentative, "thanks for agreeing to meet."
You give a brief nod, keeping your tone neutral. "Yeah, sure. What's up?"
Jungkook shifts awkwardly, his gaze dropping momentarily before meeting yours. "I wanted to apologize," he continues, his voice tinged with regret. "I'm sorry for calling you up drunk."
You feel a flicker of irritation. This is what he wanted to give you? An apology that's seven days late? You figured he would have just forgone the apology by now.
"Why now?" you ask, crossing your arms over your chest, a defense mechanism you've developed. "It's been a week. Iâm not sure if you realize that or not though."
"I know," he says quickly, his eyes earnest. "I wanted to come sooner, but I wasn't sure if you'd want to see me or just never hear from me again."
You scoff slightly, "Well, for the first time, you are completely right. I don't want to see you, Jungkook." You try to keep your voice steady, but the raw edges of your emotions bleed through. Thereâs no point sugarcoating it at this stage; heâll just keep pushing your boundaries if you donât become firm with him.
He winces at your words, nodding slowly. "You have every right to feel that way. I messed up, big time. I just wanted you to know that I'm truly sorry. You deserve someone who isn't as screwed up as I am. But I still mean everything I said that night. I do love you. It took me until now to realize that, apparently."
You sigh, the weight of his words pressing down on you. Love? Now? After everything? Somehow, it feels more like a burden than anything.
"Jungkook, love isn't a get-out-of-jail-free card," you say slowly, your voice somewhat shaky. "It's not something you can just throw out there to fix things. Not only did you divorce me, but you also led me to believe we could actually be something. All those weeks of you being attentive and showing up for me after I shared my feelings made me believe that you were honestly trying to make our marriage work, that you were committed. You lied to me, discarded me, and now that I'm not around, you suddenly miss me? No, I'm sorry. You broke my trust, and that's not something you can just apologize away."
You pause, feeling the weight of your words settle in the tense air between you and Jungkook.
He looks down, nodding again. "I get it. I really do. And I don't expect you to forgive me or anything. I just wanted you to know that I understand how much I hurt you, and I'm sorry. I understand if you hate me."
You take a moment to collect your thoughts, trying to keep your voice steady despite the emotions threatening to stir inside. "Jungkook," you begin carefully, meeting his eyes. "What happened between us was painful. You calling me drunk last week was also painful. I'm sorry about the challenges you had with your parents, but it's no excuse to put that on others. If you need someone to discuss personal matters with, I suggest you see a professional."
You pause, taking a deep breath before continuing.
"I don't hate you, okay? I'm not that cold-hearted. There's still part of me that I think might always hold space for you, but I can't just forget everything. I need to move on, and that means you can't keep calling me at random times. Itâs not fair to either of us. I appreciate the apology, but I don't think we can go much further."
He nods solemnly, understanding your stance. "Okay," Jungkook replies softly, his voice filled with a sadness you hadnât expected. "I understand. I'll respect your wishes and leave you alone. Take care of yourself, okay? I...I want you to be happy, even if itâs not with me," he says, his eyes earnest. "And... I'm really sorry for everything."
He begins to back away toward his car, and as he does, it hits youâitâs over.
"Take care, Jungkook," you say gently. "Don't overwork yourself, alright? Stay healthy."
He looks at you, forcing a smile. "You know I can't do that. It isn't in my blood." He sings the last part, referencing a song you both used to joke about, and you let out a small chuckle despite yourself.
"God, Jeon, I thought you'd stop with that song by now." you say, shaking your head.
"Nah," he replies, shaking his head with a faint grin as he opens his car door. "I'm taking it to my grave. I'll see you later, __."
You know the last part is a lie, an empty promise to soften the blow. Still, you respond, "Yeah, see you."
With that, you part ways in the parking lot, each going your separate ways. As you walk back to your office, the weight of the finality settles in. It's all over, you think, feeling the sting of a single tear trailing down your cheek. Unbeknownst to you, a similar tear streams down Jungkook's face as he drives away, each tear falling for completely different reasons.
Two weeks pass, and Jungkook keeps his word. He hasnât called, texted, or shown up at your work. Itâs as if heâs become a stranger, someone you once knew but is now part of a distant past.
Your days begin to regain a sense of normalcy. The emotional weight of the past few months slowly starts to lift, allowing you to refocus on your work and personal well-being. The company demands your attention, and you dive into projects, meetings, and strategies with a renewed energy.
Yet, despite the return to routine, there's a persistent sense of something missing. You havenât talked to Taehyung at all since he got discharged from the hospital. You havenât seen him either, and the silence pulls at you more each day.
Every time you try to get information about him from Namjoon, he gives you the same response: "Just text him. Donât overthink it; heâll be glad to hear from you." Once, you sensed that Namjoon wanted to say more but stopped himself short, making the excuse that it wasnât for him to say. Whatever that meant.
Youâre on your way home from running errands when the thought enters your mind for the umpteenth time: should you text Taehyung?
Youâre torn between respecting his privacy and wanting to check in on him. He hasnât reached out, so maybe heâs trying to distance himself or just needs time to recover alone, now that heâs in the comfort of his own home. On the other hand, you canât shake the feeling that checking in would be the right thing to do.
As you approach your apartment building, you pull over into a quiet parking spot, letting your car idle. Gripping your phone, you take a deep breath and finally decide to text him.
You: Hey, Taehyung. I hope youâre doing well. Just wanted to check in and see how youâre feeling. Let me know if you need anything. We still miss you at the office!
You stare at the message for a moment before hitting send. The butterflies in your stomach flutter as you wait. What if he doesnât respond? What if he doesn't want to hear from you?
You end up deleting the message entirely.
Forget it, you think, if he wanted to hear from you he would have texted by now, right? Just leave it alone. You said you'd support him while he was in the hospital and you did. Now he needs his space to finish healing. He'll reach out when he's ready.
Your phone buzzes the next minute, snapping you out of your thoughts. You glance at it, half hoping that Taehyung was secretly telepathic. But it isnât from him. Instead, itâs a notification from a friend inviting you to a small get-together this coming weekend.
Smiling, you accept the invitation.
Turns out your friend's get-together was a singles mixer. Unsurprisingly, you weren't approached much, if at all. It seemed the men were either too nervous, still associating you with your ex-husband, or not quite into accomplished women. That didn't stop them from ogling you, though, as your friend insisted that you dress for the affair. You didn't choose anything flashy, but it was certainly flattering.
Leaving without a phone number didn't bother you, though. At thirty years old, most of the people were younger than you, including your friend who was a couple of years younger. Plus, you found your mind often wandering to the one man you hadn't heard from in nearly three weeksâKim Taehyung. Should you stop overthinking and finally listen to Namjoon's suggestion? Maybe it's time to contact him.
Lost in thought on your drive home, you snap back to reality when you slam on the brakes at a sudden red light. Damn, you hadn't noticed it change so quickly. Shaking off any lingering daze, you refocus and spot a man crossing the street ahead, a little dog trotting beside him on a leash.
"Taehyung," you whisper to yourself. "What is he doing out here, especially on this slipperâshit!"
Your heart skips a beat as Taehyung stumbles on the ice, struggling to keep his balance. Concerned, you pull up to the side of the road as soon as the light turns green, parking quickly and jumping out of your car to rush over to him. He leans against a brick building, his dog, Tan, yelping at your approach. Cute little guy, but you're focus is on Taehyung.
"Damn," he mutters, trying to steady himself. His eyes widen when he catches sight of you. "__, Iâ" he begins.
"What are you doing, Kim Taehyung?" you scold gently. "Are you trying to hurt yourself again?"
Taehyung meets your gaze, his Gucci scarf wrapped snugly around his neck. "No," he replies earnestly. "I just needed some fresh air. It's been nearly three weeks since I was discharged, and Dr. Min said short walks with Tan are okay now. My parents were here for a while, but they left this weekend."
His explanation sinks in as you take in his appearance. Despite the chill in the air, he looks better than the last time you saw him. His cheeks are slightly flushed from the cold, and there's a determination in his eyes that wasn't there before.
"You should be more careful," you reply softly, stepping closer to him. Tan, sensing the shift in attention, continues to bark happily, tail wagging. "Are you okay? My car is right here, if you need me to take you home or anything."
Taehyung nods, a small smile playing on his lips. "I know, I know. Sorry for worrying you." He gestures to Tan, who is now circling around your legs in excitement. "Tan here doesn't seem to mind the ice at all, and surprisingly, he doesn't mind you either."
You chuckle softly, crouching down to pet the little dog. "Is he usually this friendly?"
"Not at first, no," Taehyung replies, his tone lighter now. He glances down at you, his eyes softening. "I'm glad I ran into you, though. It's been...a while."
You nod, standing to your feet. "It has. I'm glad to see you're doing better."
"I am," he affirms, his gaze steady on yours. "Thanks to you, mostly. You were there for me when I needed it the most."
"Oh, come on," you say, waving off the comment. "I didn't do that much."
Taehyung's smile widens, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "You did more than you realize."
You feel a slight blush creeping up your cheeks at his words, but you maintain eye contact, appreciating the warmth in his gaze. The longer you stand there, staring at each other, the uneasier you feel. Perhaps you shouldn't ask the question that's been on your mind, but it slips out before you can stop it.
"Why didn't you call?" you ask, surprising both yourself and Taehyung as he simultaneously voices the exact same question.
Taken aback by the simultaneous question, you both chuckle nervously, breaking the tension. Taehyung scratches the back of his neck, sheepish.
"I thought about it every day," he admits, his voice quiet but sincere. "But I wasn't sure if you wanted to hear from me. I already took so much of your time, and I didn't want to ask more from you. So, I asked Namjoon to pick me up from the hospital. I thought maybe it would be better for me to wait for you to reach out and focus on recovering."
You nod, understanding flooding your expression. "I felt quite similar. I thought maybe you asked Namjoon because he's your friend. I didn't want to hound you when you just got released from the hospital, so I decided to let you recover in peace. I guess in the end, I was also waiting for you to reach out with an update of some kind."
Taehyung takes a few seconds to fully absorb your words before replying. "I'm sorry," he says softly, his eyes reflecting genuine remorse. "I didn't mean to make you feel like I was avoiding you. I would have been more than happy with you picking me up instead of Namjoon. I realize that I should have at least reached out to update you instead of going silent. I'd like to think of you as my friend too. But I wasnât sure if you felt the same, and I just didn't want to burden you." His gaze becomes downcast as he stares at the ground beneath him.
You're unsure where you find the courage, but you bring your hands up to cup his cheeks, gently lifting his face so he meets your eyes. You have to stand on your tiptoes a bit, which he finds endearing.
"Iâd like to consider you my friend too, and that means you shouldn't worry about burdening me anymore, Tae," you say softly, your touch lingering momentarily on his face, caught up in the moment. When you realize what you've done, you pull back slightly, flustered. "Um⊠sorry, I didn't mean to call you that."
"It's okay," he responds, his voice gentle. "I don't mind. You can call me Tae from now on if you'd like. Also, you're not a burden either, you never were to me."
You're speechless for a second before replying. "So, friends then?" you ask. "No more mixed signals and reaching out when we want?"
"I mean, Iâd like that as long as you do too," he confirms with a warm smile, though his eyes say there's more that he's left unsaid. You don't notice, however.
"Text me whenever you have something on your mind," he continues.
"I will," you promise. âYou too.â
"Definitely.â Taehyung pauses, glancing down at Tan who's decided to lay down by his feet. "So, I was going to take a walk with Tan at the park nearby. Any chance you'd like to join me?" His gaze shifts back to you, hopeful yet uncertain.
"I'd like that," you reply genuinely. "But we're taking my car over, so you don't break a hip on this ice, old man."
Taehyung's mouth gapes open as he shakes his head. "How many times do I need to tell you? I'm only two years older than you. Two!"
It's surreal.
How much you and Taehyung have started becoming friends, that is.
Almost two months have already passed, and it feels like just yesterday you were merely colleagues, you his boss.
Saturdays have become your day with Taehyung now. While part of you insists it's to prevent him from slipping on the ice again, deep down, you both know there's more to it now that he's almost fully recovered from his injuries.
Each weekend, you find yourselves exploring different parks and streets, swapping childhood stories, and sharing laughter over the dumbest things. Today, however, would be different. With rain threatening to drench the city, Taehyung suggested a change of plansâa cozy movie day indoors. Little did he know, you had a surprise in store for him.
You dash up to the front door, a bag of homemade food in one hand and an umbrella in the other.
Taehyung opens the door with a grin, holding his own umbrella. "Hey! Perfect timing," he chuckles, taking the umbrella from you and gesturing inside. "Come in. It's freezing out there today."
You step inside, shaking off the raindrops and removing your shoes. The warmth of his home envelopes you, a comforting contrast to the chilly rain outside.
"I brought something," you announce, holding up the bag. "Guess what it is?"
Taehyung looks at you curiously, his eyebrows raised in anticipation. "Hmm," he muses, pretending to ponder. "Knowing you, it's probably my favorite spicy chicken wings from that place near your office."
"Very close, Tae. Except these chicken wings were made by your favorite person in the whole world," you tease, handing him the bag with a grin.
Taehyung's eyes lit up as he takes the bag from you. "No way," he says, a mix of disbelief and excitement in his voice. "You made them yourself? You're the best, __. Seriously."
"It's the least I could do," you reply with a smile, following him into the living room where the TV flickers. "Besides, it's pouring out there. Movie day with good food seems like the perfect plan."
"Absolutely," he agrees, setting the food down on the coffee table. "I was thinking we could start with that new action flick I heard about."
"Aww, but I thought you said we could watch one of your movies instead?" you argue playfully, sinking into the couch. Tan bounds over, wagging his tail in excitement at the prospect of company. You scratch behind his ears while Taehyung sets up the movie.
"What? I don't remember saying that. Was I drunk that day?" he jokes.
"Well... maybe?" you tease back.
"I told you, __, I don't like watching my own films. It's weird, and half the time it's me kissing the female lead. You're going to need to watch those on your own time," he quips, his tone more serious than intended. The truth is, he really would rather not be there when you watch him kiss his co-stars.
"Alright, alright, getting aggressive over there," you chuckle, not seeing the faint rosy tint that's crept up on his cheeks. "We'll watch the action movie."
As the opening scenes roll, you can't help but steal glances at Taehyung. Despite the seriousness of his recent health issues, he seems more at ease today, a genuine smile gracing his face as he takes a seat beside you. It feels good to see him like this, relaxed and feeling more like himself.
Halfway through the movie, he nudges you gently. "Thanks for coming over today," he says softly, his gaze warm as it meets yours. "And for the food, of course."
"You don't have to thank me," you reply sincerely, nudging him back with a smile. "I'm happy to do it."
Unexpectedly, Taehyung reaches for the TV remote, pausing the scene playing in front of you. "Hey, __," he says, turning to face you, a hint of nervousness in his eyes as they shift from side to side.
"What is it, Tae?" You feel a slight unease, sensing tension. He's once again just staring into your eyes, wordless.
"Do you..." he starts but stops short, his voice trailing off.
"Yes?" You search his face for clues as to what he's trying to say.
"Would you want to go to a party with my family?" he finally asks, his words coming out in a rush. "My parents are hosting to celebrate my recovery, but really it's just an excuse to get the family together."
"So, a family reunion?" Your voice drops slightly, a mix of surprise and...disappointment? Why had you been expecting something different?
"I mean, yes, sort of. You don't have to if you don't want to," he adds quickly, almost anxiously. "I know it might be uncomfortable for you, but you've been here for me during so much of my recovery. It would mean a lot to have you there. My parents want to meet you too."
"Um... well, I've never been to a family function before," you admit hesitantly.
"You haven't?" Taehyung looks genuinely surprised.
You shake your head. "My family's never been one to do those types of things."
"Well, consider yourself part of my family then. Come with me, __. They'll love you."
"I-I don't know about that," you say softly, a flicker of uncertainty crossing your face. "How can you be so sure that they'll like me?"
"Because I do," he urges gently, "and if I like you, so will they."
You're taken aback by his words, unsure how to respond. Surely he means this in a platonic way. Despite growing closer, you and Taehyung are just friends, setting aside any previous suspicions of romantic interest. Maybe if circumstances were differentâif you weren't divorcedâthen maybe you could entertain the idea.
For now, you'll leave that side of him alone and simply be his friend. You feel a bitter aftertaste in your mouth.
"Okay," you finally say, nodding your head. "I'll come. When is it?"
"They want to do it next weekend, weather permitting. We can carpool if you'd like, or you can take your own car," he offers.
"I'll think about it," you reply, trying to process the unexpected turn of events.
"Great." Taehyung flashes a boxy grin. "Thank you, I was so nervous to ask."
"Of course," you say, offering a tight-lipped smile. Taehyung unpauses the movie, and you return your attention to the TV screen. Minutes following your phone buzzes and a text message from Jimin appears on your screen.
Chim đ„: __! Hate to be bringing this up, but have you seen the news about Jungkook? Looks like he's preparing to step down as CEO. Did you know about this?"
What? You had no clue.
a/n: If you are mad at me, well....I'm sorry but pls blame jk instead. But I am hoping you enjoyed! đ„° vote jjk or kth
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Back when Genshin Impact first came out, a lot of folks compared it to The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild. (Some even thought Hoyoverse was directly copying Nintendo, if you can believe it) This little nugget of info was stored away in my head for some time, and now it's finally borne fruit!
SAGAU universe, bc ofc it is, where Creator!Reader would turn off the Genshin music and instead listen to Zelda tunes as they play! Nobody in Teyvat knows where these songs come from, but the Vision Holders who have heard them believe these melodies to be of holy origin. Something that connects them to their Creator, and is either shared to the masses or kept amongst themselves...a secret that only those blessed to be the Makers Vessels are to know.
If we're going the Imposter SAGAU route, it could be that our poor Creator is awaiting to be executed by the Genshin Cast. In an attempt to comfort themselves, they hum one of the songs that they love from the Zelda games (Zeldas Lullaby is always a favorite of mine personally) and the Acolytes overhear them. Whether this leads to more harm or to the Reader getting help, I'll leave that up to you.
Divine Melody
(Synopsis): After being transported to one of your favorite game youâre a accused of being an imposter but a melody changes the minds of Teyvat
(Tags/Warnings): Reader is treated as an imposter, reader almost dies, (if I missed anything lmk)
(Word Count): 770
(A/n): I remember that era, it was a ridiculous accusation to throw, and I hope this fulfills your expectations
A bright light shines in your face causing you to open your eyes
You find yourself in a grassy field and laying in the shade of a large tree. Odd you donât remember falling asleep outside, this area looks pretty familiar. After a few seconds of trying to figure out where you are, you looked to see a statue
The statue looked absolutely majestic, walking to the front of it you saw that it was holding a glowing teal orb and the statue is in the likeness of Venti
The realization hit you like a ton of bricks
Youâre at Windrise, youâre in Genshin
Excitement fills you and instantly began to run to Mondstadt City
Being transported to your favorite video game is supposed to be an amazing experience. Experience the world first person, interact with the characters, all that good jazz. Thatâs what you expected when you step foot in the city
Instead of the kind smiles you would normally see from behind your screen you were met with the people whispering amongst themselves whilst looking at you
Odd, you kept walking around the city until a knight came up to you and pointed his sword at you
âHalt, foul imposter!â The knight spat out. âHow dare you come here wearing their holy presence.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about. I just woke up like-â You were cut off by the sword coming closer to your neck
You looked around to see a crowd gathered around waiting for you, the intensity of the situation only grew and so without much hesitation you ran away from the knight and the crowd
You ran until you bumped into a person, looking up you see Kaeya
âOh thank god! Kaeya please explain to these people that they got it all wrong, Iâm not an imposter!â You pleaded
But why did he look at you with such contempt and disgust? Without a word from him he restrained you, his grip ironclad threatening to leave bruises to your arms
âI got them!â Kaeya yelled at the crowd
The mob gathered around you and bound your hands behind your back and the two knights lead you to a jail cell that had long been abandoned
Why were they treating you this way, youâve done nothing wrong. Hopeless you curled up into ball on the floor and began to cry uncontrollably
You donât know how long you spent crying when a knight came to get you from your dingy cell. She took you outside and you the moment you were out the sun blinded you. As you were lead through the street the people pelted rotten fruit at you
All that was going through your mind was âwhyâ
Why are they doing all of these awful things to you, the yells of contempt was a stark contrast to the friendly smiles youâre used to seeing
As you got closer you saw the stake that youâre about to be tied to and set alight, the reality hit you and in a desperate attempt to calm your mind you begin to hum a melody that you would listen to while playing the game
You hum loudly to drown out the chants from the crowd. Strangely it comforted you, perhaps in your last moments finding solace in familiarity pushes the situation out of your mind.
You hummed loudly that someone heard you
âStop! Stop! Stop!â A familiar voice yelled, quieting the crowd
You look up to see it was Venti who was standing before you. He gets down on his knees and looks you in the eyes
âThat melody, sing it again.â
You kept humming the tune and the vision holders all had horrified looks on their faces, they all drop to their knees and bowed before you
âYour Grace, please forgive us for our grave mistake.â Jean said
âW-what are you talking about?â You asked confused beyond comprehension
âYour Grace, do you not realize that you are the creator of Teyvat?â Eula said
You ended the story and looked around at the faces of the children gathered around you. A story that is long behind you and now you dictate your time in teaching future generations the lesson
âWhat was the song you sang, your Grace?â A girl asked
âIt was a song that the vessels would hear when I would pilot them, here let me hum it to you.â You began to hum the melody and as the song progressed you saw the children slowly get lulled to sleep. Finishing your tune you stood up from you chair and whispered âGoodnight, my sweet children.â
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you're... me?
synopsis: the monster trio meet their older selves... but with a little spice
characters: luffy, zoro, sanji
genre: fluff, a little bit of cracks
warnings: a bit suggestive in sanji's part (bc you know... he's kind of a pervert)
masterlist. part two (coming soon)
luffy :
"Huh?" the black haired pirate frowned in confusion when he opened his eyes, "Where am I?"
The Straw Hat pirates were looking down at their older captain who laid on the bed inside Chopper's office. The younger Luffy looked at his older self with a frown, inching his face closer to his older self, "You... you look familiar..."
Without a doubt, he was an older Luffy. But the real question was more... how the hell did he ended up here?
The older Luffy adverted his eyes away from his younger self, his eyes widening at the sight. It was his crew standing in front of him, but somehow they all looked younger...
"What happened- did we beat that guy?!" He straightened up suddenly, catching the pirates off guard, "Tell me, Zoro- Did I beat him?"
The older captain looked at the swordsman with big eyes, making the green haired look at his crewmates in confusion, "Well... since you're here right now... I'd say no- you didn't beat the guy"
"Wha..." Old Luffy frowned, but visibly softened when he made eye contact with a familiar pair of eyes. He straightened his arms wrapping them around your body, making you send a look to your favorite navigator, "(Y/n)!"
He threw himself on your body, almost knocking your over in the process. Older Luffy wrapped his legs around your waist clinging into you like a Koala, "(Y/n), you tell me... did I beat the guy?"
Your older captain hid his face in the crock of your neck, causing your present captain to glare at his older self, "I'm not sure, Luffy, but-"
"Luffy...?" The older captain pulled away from your neck looking at you with teary eyes, "Are you mad at me?"
The Straw Hat pirates looked at their older captain... was he really crying?
"W-What?! Of course not!" You softly replied trying to calm him down as he sat on the ground, "Why do you think that?"
"B-Because you never call me Luffy!" The older captain whined- and to think that your captain would've matured over the years...
"What do I call you normally then?" You asked, fumbling backwards when Luffy wrapped his arms around your waist once more.
"You don't remember...?" Luffy quietly spoke, "You always call me love... or darling."
You blinked repeatedly in surprise. Do you really call your captain 'love' in the future?
Sanji almost fell on the ground at the revelation, putting two and two together. Zoro smirked slightly when he finally understood, he sent a knowing look at his present time captain as he asked, "And how do you call her, Luffy?"
"Hah?" The older Luffy frowned at the swordsman, "What do you mean, Zoro? I call her "(Y/n)" obviously! That's her name after all!"
Robin slyly smirked at the two, "And... what did you say your relationship with (Y/n) was?"
"She's my girlfriend!" Older Luffy stated proudly, "But you know that... you're the one who told me to confess-"
With a quick punch, the older Luffy got thrown away from you landing on his face as he hit the ground. The present time Luffy slowly walk in front of you, tightly clenching his fists, "Who the hell do you think you are?!"
The older Luffy jumped up, titling his head to the side, "I'm Luffy! The King of the-"
"I am Luffy!" Young Luffy pointed at his older self, "Clearly you are just a weird me- So you can't just hug her like that! We don't even know you!"
"Don't know me?!" Old Luffy walked so that he was now face to face to his young self, "She's my girlfriend you idiot- so back the hell up-"
"Luffy..." Usopp spoke up, placing a hand on his young captain's shoulder, "Let me explain something to you."
After what seemed like an eternity, young Luffy finally understood the situation. Much to his older self dismay- "Let go of her!- Hey don't touch me!-
The older Luffy was being held back by Zoro and Franky as he disparately tried to get his younger self off you.
"No." Young Luffy cockily smiled at him, his body pressed unto you with his face pressed against your chest, "She's my (Y/n)- so go find yours!"
zoro :
"Hah? You two aren't dating yet? Shit my bad."
The older green haired swordsman fakely apologized to his younger self and the pretty girl beside him.
You snapped your head to look a the present Zoro, your face turning into one of disgust.
"Dating?!" The flirty cook was glaring at the older swordsman from afar, not believing that the two of them could possibly bee dating in the futur, "And you expect us to believe that Marimo?!"
It was no secret for anyone, you and Zoro hated each other's guts. So the idea of the two of them dating was kind of hard to believe.
"Eh?" The older Zoro glared at the younger cook, "I don't care if you believe me or not! You, come with me." The older swordsman then grabbed the collar of his younger self, ignoring his complains as he pulled to a more isolated place of the Sunny away from the loud crew.
"The hell you want, old man-?" The young Zoro asked as they came to a stop.
The older swordsman took a deep breath, gripping harder on his younger self collar, "I want you to listen carefully to what I'm about to say, kid."
"Kid-?!"
"If you mess up what I have with (Y/n) now, I swear on her life that I will find a way to hurt you and make you regret it, are we clear?"
The two swordsman stared are each other, before the younger one broke their eye contact, "How did you... you know?"
The older one laughed loudly when his younger self looked away from him with the red on the tip of his ears, "How did I get with her you mean?"
"You know what- if you're here to laugh I can just-"
"Woah there kid- It was just a joked!" The older Zoro sighed happily, turning his gaze to look at the quiet sea, "I bought her a necklace."
"A necklace." The younger Zoro deadpan at his words, what type of cliché thing was that?!
"I asked Robin to tell me what my birthstone was... and well I bought her a necklace with a green topaz and she never took it ever since..."
The younger Zoro nodded at himself as if doing he was taking notes mentally. The older swordsman sighted once more, "Just don't be scared to show her how you feel- She's kinda oblivious so you're gonna have to tell her that you love her, though"
"Heh?! Who said that I loved her, old man?!"
"You're my mini me, idiot! Obviously I know how you feel!"
sanji :
"Is she- Is she as beautiful as we imagined?"
"Oh~ She's 10 times better then we imagined"
You stood beside Nami with a disgust expression on your face, "I think I'm gonna throw up."
"Pleaseeeee," The pretty ginger laughed, "As if you're not happy that you're dating the love of your life in the future."
"Nami. I told you that when I was drunk!" You hit her shoulder, "You can't use that against me!"
The young Sanji dropped on his knees in front of you, taking your hands in his, his usual charming smile plastering his face. "(Y/n)~ my sweet, beautiful angel please date me-" He got interrupted by his older self.
"You're doing it wrong." He pulled young Sanji off his knees, "Let me show you how to do it."
The older Sanji walked over you, taking your hand in his, while his other arm sneaked around your waist pulling you closer to him. Sanji's blue eyes flickered between your eyes and your mouth, "You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, my love..." He then leaned closer to your lips so that yours and his were brushing against each other.
"You're just... so mesmerizing-"
"Alright!! I get it! Get off her!" The younger Sanji ripped you away from his older self, pulling you against his clothed chest. "You can go back to see your future (Y/n)- this one's mine."
"I was just teaching you the basics, Sanji! No need to get all protective- I get to touch my (Y/n) all the time and anywhere!" Older Sanji lit up the cigarette in his mouth, "But if you want a real tip, take her on a stargazing date, tell her how beautiful she is- because you really are, my angel- and how badly you love her- AND then touch her however you'd like!"
"Watch your mouth!" Nami yelled at the older Sanji. Her eyes then drifted to her two friends who refused to even laid an eye on each other, "huh?"
"Don't worry, love," The older cook reassured the pretty ginger, "I assure you that (Y/n) is more than happy to be with me..."
"Really...." The navigator trusted Sanji with her life- she just didn't trust him with a woman- especially not when the woman is her best friend.
"Yeah," The older man chuckled as he watch his younger self starting to talk to you with blood oozing out of his nose, "She even asked you to be her maid of honour last week- I mean... In three years or so, she'll ask you to be her maid of honour... So have some faith in me, yeah?"
"Her maid of honour...?" Nami looked over at you, your face redder than normal as the younger Sanji whispered sweet nothings in your ears.
"Angel?" the younger cook spoke in your ears as he placed a hand ion your cheek, "Would you like to go stargazing with me tonight?"
You laughed quietly at his words, "Is that a subtle way of asking the permission of touching m-"
"Of course not!" Sanji straightened himself, "You're so much more than a pretty body... Everything about you is just amazing-"
"Ah what a shame..." "Why's that, my love?"
"I would've given you the permission to touch me~"
"(Y/n)! You can't say stuff like that! He'll bleed out!" Chopper yelled as her tried to stop the bleeding from the cook's nose.
"I'll see you tonight, my sweet angel~" Sanji screamed with heart eyes, ignoring the fact that he was bleeding out.
"No you won't!"
note: i love that trio so much âĄ
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Has reader ever just had a "i have to get out" moment in the changeover universe?
Like art is trying to talk to her after sex and shes just staring at the wall re thinking her decisions.
They are very toxic and i know the reader has feelings for them so i think art would have been very smothering ir clingy if reader made any atempts at going out with another circle of friends and distancing herself
(im sorry i over analyse many situations đ)
Anon⊠i love u <3 I love this messy main character bc i too would throw away my scruples for this man.
Rating: M
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: Toxic situationship, manipulation kinda, mild angst
Summary: You say something you shouldnât. It messes up the fucked up equilibrium that you and Art had found in whatever you could call the relationship you had together.
FEBRUARY 2007
For Valentineâs Day, you got Art a teddy bear and a box of chocolates. He got you nothing. He wasnât your boyfriend, so you didnât know why you were upset about it, but you were. It stung like a fresh wound, one you could never just let be.
The two of you fucked, because thatâs what you always did. The feeling of his mouth on yours, warm and tasting of mint, almost made you forgive him for not getting you anything. He called you beautiful, let his hands trace your body reverently, made you cum once, twice before he pulled you into his lap and let you sink onto him.
His forehead was against yours, breath coming in pants as you rode him, bodies pressed so close it almost felt like making love. Maybe thatâs why you said itâ the words tumbling out like a prayer.
I love you, Art.
He was tense, for a moment, brows furrowed slightly, before he kissed you and laid you onto your back. He pulled another orgasm from an impossible place within you, one you didnât know existed. He came, messy on your thighs, and rolled over onto his back.
It was quiet, and you felt so far away from him. Your fingers brushed against his hand, testing, but he pulled them away and stood to redress. It was so quiet that you could hear blood pumping in your ears, like an ocean.
âYou shouldnât say stuff like that,â was what he finally said.
Your lip wobbled, just slightly. And then tears pooled on your lashline. âSorry,â you said weakly.
âItâs fine.â But you had a sinking suspicion that youâd really fucked up. He handed you a towel, and you cleaned yourself up as best as you could while fighting frustrated tears.
âAre you leaving?â You asked. He was standing in between yours and your roommateâs bed, like he hadnât quite decided yet. You pulled on a tee shirt and underwear and gave him a pathetic, pleading expression. âDonât leave, please. I didnât mean it. We can watch a movie.â
He acquiesced, and let you cling to his side pathetically after you pulled out a portable DVD player. You split a pair of headphones and watched The Royal Tenenbaums.
Halfway through the movie, clarity hit like a lightning strike. Or maybe it was more like a sinking feeling of dreadâ of being neck deep in quicksand before you realize you should be crawling out.
You couldnât keep doing this. Because Art was a dream, really. Handsome, and talented, and smarter than youâd expected him to be. And he was so sweet, when he didnât realize that he shouldâve been discouraging your affection. Or maybe he liked it, but only when it was quiet and he didnât have to acknowledge that what he was doing was wrong.
Maybe it wasnât wrong and it was all your own fault for wanting someone who made it clear they werenât emotionally available. Maybe you were pressuring him into something he didnât want and it was all unfair to him too.
It didnât matter. It was fucking killing you.
When the movie ended, he stretched and said heâd see you in class. You nodded, smiling the sad smile of a dog unknowingly being left at the pound.
Once the sadness faded, it was replaced with a molten resentment, an anger at him and yourself over your time being wasted. He still sat next to you in class, sneaking peeks of your notes, but you ignored him as best as you could. Days passed, then a week. You started to feel human again.
A couple weekends later, you ignored the text he sent asking for you to join him at a mixer the tennis team was planning on crashing. You ignored the follow up too.
You wound up at a party on the opposite end of campus with a few girls from the service org you were in. You flirted with a new guy, felt like maybe you were worth more than a casual fuck buddy.
So the sight of him sitting at your door when you finally stumbled home was the last thing you wanted to see. All sad, slumped against your door.
He scrambled to stand, expression filled with longing. âDonât be mad at me,â he pleaded. âI missed you so fucking bad these past few weeks. Felt like I was going crazy.â
Your heart skipped, and hammered against your ribs. You wanted to reach out and kiss that sad, longing expression off his face. You wanted to tell him to leave. It was all very confusing.
âDonât say that, Art, please,â you said weakly, lips turning down into a frown. You tried to sidestep him, to get the keys into the door, but he pulled you against his chest.
He smelled so niceâ like cologne and cinnamon gum. You gave a pathetic sigh at the warmth of him, wrapped all around you. âI missed you,â he repeated. âItâs like a part of me has been missing. I wanted to talk to you so badly, to kiss you, to watch boring movies with you.â
Annoyance and longing bubbled hot in the pit of your stomach, you had to force yourself to push him away. âYou just missed having a cheerleader you could fuck whenever you felt like it.â
He frowned. âThatâs not true.â
âWhatâs my major? Whatâs my favorite place on campus?â He swallowed hard, exhaling sharply through his nose. âWhatâs my favorite movie?â
âHow would I know that?â He asked, resignation flat on his features.
You rolled your eyes. âBecause I tell you about it all the time. Because Iâve taken you there. Because I made you watch it. Twice.â You finally got into your room. When you didnât slam the door, you realized that you were aching for him to follow. You wanted him to be near you, even if you were seething.
When you turned to face him, you hated that even though you were incredibly mad, you still wanted him to just prove you wrong. To convince you that you were being crazy and he was innocent and the only problem was you being a weirdo about your feelings.
God, he was so pretty. And he looked so sad.
âIâll try to be better,â he said. âIâll take you on dates, and buy you flowers, and give you what you deserve.â
But youâll never be his girlfriend. You knew it, deep down. Even as you caved and gave a sweet, sad little nod. He was across the room, holding you against his chest as you felt annoying tears slipping down your cheeks. Tears of relief, of frustration, of resignation.
âIâm not Tashi,â you said when he pressed his lips to the crown of your skull. It was annoying that he had the power to quell all of your uncomfortable emotions with a single romantic gesture. He pulled back and met your gaze, and you softened. âI know sheâs always been your first pick, and I donât blame you, but Iâm not ever going to be her, if thatâs what youâre waiting on.â
Something passed over his expression, briefly. âI know youâre not.â It was more of a lament than it was an attempt at comfort. âIâm not waiting on anything.â
His lips trailed down, along your jaw, at the corner of your mouth. He pulled back, looking at you expectantly. Are you going to let me?
Your lips parted softly as you kissed him with lips that tasted wet and salty. It was chaste, and sweet. He pulled back and ran his thumb along your cheekbone. âLet me hold you until you fall asleep? Please?â
It was hard to stay mad at Art Donaldson, even when you knew you really should.
Thank you for reading! If you have any requests in the Changeover universe, or otherwise send me an ask :)
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THE KING AND HIS QUEEN, â king george iii
pairing: king george iii x fem!queen!reader
summary: your new life of being queen has been quite a struggle adjusting to. thankfully, you have the perfect king to stand right by your side.
genre: royal!au, fluff, mentions of arranged marriage, reader said to be a princess from france but ethnicity is not specified, plot kind of differs from queen charlotte: a bridgeton story, talk of wanting children
authorâs note: the plot is different from that of the netflix series so donât come at me ! wanted to write for george because his character is very intriguing to me and also bc the actor for young george is so mighty fine đđ enjoy!
âAre you alright?â The king asked you. His face examined yours, locking his eyes onto your frame.
âYes my king,â you say, staring down at your plate with a forced smile. In all truths, you were not alright. You had just wedded the week before, and the life of a queen was taking much more of a toll on you than youâd expect.
You remembered like it was just yesterday. Well, technically, it was. It was barely a week ago.
âWill Her Royal Highness, Princess of France, take His Majesty, The King as husband, from this day forward; for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part; according to God's holy law?â
âI, Princess of France, in the presence of God make this vow, from this day forward; for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part; according to God's holy law.â
âVery well, you may kiss the bride.â
And just like that, you were proclaimed Queen of Great Britain and Ireland.
âYouâre spacing out,â George inquires, face filled with concern. You almost wonder why he cares. The two of you were not inlove. The marriage had been an arranged deal between your father and his since the day you were both born. Your fate had been sealed as soon as you came out your motherâs womb.
âLeave us.â He motions to the guards standing. They obey him like robots, leaving at his command. Now, it was just the two of you alone.
âYN,â for the first time since the two of you met, he had said your first name. No âmy queenâ but just YN.
âYes, my king?â
âPlease, just George.â
You sigh, finally deciding to look him in the eyes. âVery well. George?â
âYou know you can always tell me what is wrong, right?â He looks almost saddened. Or was it pity? You didnât know him very wellâthe two of you rarely communicating since the marriage had been finalized.
âOf course my king,â
âGeorge.â He corrects.
âApologies, it was out of habit.â
He stands up, motioning you to come over to him. With raised eyebrows, you do as he wants, your long gown flowing onto the marble floor beautifully.
âCome with me,â he says, taking your hands into his. âTo our chambers.â
You flush up at the feeling of Georgeâs hands holding yours. You hadnât had a boyfriend before marrying him, your father being very keen on keeping yourself innocent and pure for the King of Great Britain.
When you two arrive at the large tall entrance of the chamber, George waves off the two guards standing in front.
âMarital duties?â One of the dukes asked. âGreat job Georgie, knew you had it in âya.â
The King rolls his eyes at this, though he makes sure the duke hadnât caught it. When youâre both inside the chamber, George finally lets out a breath of relief, situating himself onto the large mattress.
It was even larger than yours back at your palace in France. It was meant for the King and Queen, you and George, to sleep in at night and perform your marital duties.
âSit, please.â George says, patting the empty space next to him. You sit down awkwardly, not sure where to look.
âListen, I know itâs hard,â George lifts up your chin with his finger. âAdjusting to your life as my queen. The Queen of Great Britain and Ireland. But I assure you, as long as I live, I will make sure nobody will ever lay their hands on you or our future children, and that I will provide you with my love and support as I do with our country.â
Your eyes softened at his mini speech towards you, and your heart fluttered with joy. You were scared the two of you would end up in a loveless marriage like your Father and Mother had beenâonly together to provide the next heir of France. The heir ended up being your brother, your parentâs firstborn, King Charles of France. Second in throne was your other brother, Prince Louis, the spare. The only reason your parents had you was because your father had wanted a daughter to spoil, not because they were âinloveâ. God no.
âThank you my king. I appreciate this greatly, you have no idea. The stress of being Queen has taken quite the toll on me, and I was afraid of confiding in you about my worries.â
âYou have no reason to be afraid,â George takes your hand, placing a soft kiss on it. âYou are my wife, and I am your husband. You should never be afraid to confide in me. We promised that only death can do us part, and that we will love each other in sickness and suffering.â
âYou are right my king,â you say, placing a peck on his cheek. For the first time, you were making a move, not him.
The two of you stay in each otherâs embrace for the next hour, a comfortable and comforting silence fulfilling you both.
For the first time since youâve step foot into Britain, you felt safe and loved. Loved by the King himself.
âYou mentioned protecting me and our future children?â You tease him as you pull away. He bashfully looks down, letting out a small embarrassed laugh.
âYes, my queen. The future heir, our lineage.â
âI hope itâs a boy,â you blurt out. You wanted your firstborn to be a boy because youâve always seen your big brothers as a clear example of well raised princes, and you wanted the same for your future children.
âA boy would be ideal,â George says, pulling you close to him, âbut I wouldnât mind a girl. Spoil her rotten and braid her hair.â
You laugh, nodding along with Georgeâs words. âI suppose a girl wouldnât be so bad. As long as our future baby will be healthy.â
âYes.â
The next few hours are spent with you and George mapping out the future, forgetting all your responsibilities for just the moment. George wanted Edward for a boy and Marionette for a girl, Nette for short. He expressed to you how he always dreamed of a normal life, farming and doing astronomy. However, he was grateful for growing up in royalty, never surrounded by poverty.
And just like that, the night you and George connected had flew by and you were expecting your second child in a few weeks time.
âEdward!â You say, giggling at the boy running around your legs. Edward was five, and quite the rowdy one. He took after his fatherâs handsomeness and had the eyes of George, the same ones that had looked at you with concern 6 years prior on that fateful night.
âMummy!â Edward shrieks in delight. His eyes brighten when he sees his Father, who picks him up in an instant.
âI hope youâre not giving mummy a hard time,â George says, booping the young princeâs nose. âAre you, Prince Edward of Wales?â
âCourse not daddy!â Edward scrambles to be let down on the ground, making George grunt as he sets the boy down. âJust wanted to hang out with mummy, thatâs all.â
âYes, my handsome little prince was doing no harm dear,â you reassure your husband. He rubs your baby bump softly, admiring your beauty.
âJust worried about you and Marionette is all,â he says with a soft smile.
âMe and Nette are fine,â you say, ânow Edward, would you like me to tell you the day I became Queen?â
âYes mummy!â Edward grins excitedly.
George canât help but admire his little family as you told the story to your son Edward, brushing small strands of his brunette hair out of his face. In a few weeks, little Marionette will be arriving, and he couldnât wait.
He wouldnât trade what he had now for anything, not even for the whole wide world.
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ONE OF THE DAMNED GIRLS PT. 2 (P.SH)
Moving to a city with wild nights and charming days felt like the perfect choice in your head upon finishing college. Hours away from home, you accept a job at a local museum ironically placed dead between a large historic cathedral and a booming gothic nightclub. You were meant to curate the art, not be curated yourself by a local priest who found you with buckled knees outside of said goth club. â part one | MINORS DNI
PAIRING â vampire park sunghoon x afab reader Â
WORDCOUNT â 21.8k
CONTENT â Â modern vampire sunghoon, cathedral/chapel settings, blasphemous behavior, false holy facades, the main vampire trope i use is the act of drinking blood, luring, and living forever, heavy manipulation and toxic behaviors, mentions of reader being alt/goth
SIDE CHARACTERSâ Â jungwon as your very very best friend who has an installation at the museum (you guys are attached at the hip), jay as the hot bisexual bartender at the goth club, some goth guy named balorÂ
!WARNINGS! â dubious consent (due to the act of mind manipulation), hunting and playing victim, a lot of blood: blood sucking, wounds/puncturing, menstruation in a sexual light, manipulation, near-death experiences, fainting, talk of death, acts of mind control/luringÂ
NOTE â you must read part one to understand the story. anyway i did not mean to go in so deep with jungwon, i just really fucking adore him please forgive me. anyway, this is briefly edited. if you see a typo, shhhhhh, i don't wanna know.
tags under cut
smut tags [ these tags refer to both parts of the fic] â big meat sunghoon, biting, A LOT OF BLOOD, sucking and drinking of blood obv, pussy eating (once while reader is menstruating, and another time where she isnât), deep penetration, rough sex, unprotected sex bc likeâŠheâs dead so lmfao, missionary, scratching, dirty talk, body worship, praise, jungwon is involved in a bit of an erotic situation but there is not smut involving him,Â
other tags [ these tags refer to both parts of the fic]â depictions of death, anti-religious language, the act of dying including intense descriptions of the feeling, mentions of pimping and human trafficking, corrupt government, dead nuns, funerals
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âMy love, let me.âÂ
You sit up only to be eased back onto the soft mattress. Pillows plush against your head as Sunghoon dabs away at each puncture heâs left on you.Â
âYou know you canât sit up so quickly, just rest and let me.âÂ
Youâre littered with his bites by now and you only grow more and more enamored with the feeling of it. Or, perhaps you just enjoy the fact that heâs fixated on drinking from you. Multiple times a day, until your fingers and toes are numb, until you can barely stand without dropping to the floor.Â
Enamored through all of it, really. With the way he bites so gently only to suck harder and harder until his fingers grip and pierce through your skin much like his teeth do. Heâll hold you so hard through it, forcing arousal to run through you every single time he goes for that artery in your thigh. You think thatâs his favorite spot to bite, if the dozens of wounds there are anything to go by. Truly, youâre enamored with him, always wanting to give him more just so he stays with you longer.Â
You seem to have lost yourself in the lust of it all. The fantasy, the desire. On the brink of insanity, you know youâve grown obsessed with what Sunghoon does to you, and itâs to the point that you donât question yourself like you normally would. Your desire for this is too strong, far too intimidating to doubt.Â
But since that night, he always leaves you with blood against his lips. Aroused, frustrated, confused. Never once letting a hand stray too far, never letting his lips trace anywhere but to your wounds or new expanse of skin that needs to be bitten.Â
For days now youâve been here. You lay here one full day since you were supposed to be back at work too, just waiting for the moment Sunghoon will do more than just drink from you. Mostly for a confirmation. It feels like youâre forcing yourself to go missing for this alone and every night you lie awake in this room waiting, wanting more from him now than you think you ever have.
The room you're in now is lonely, though adorned nearly as beautiful as the one you were in the night Sunghoon stole you away. You know the place you want to be is just down the hall, but your legs wonât carry you there no matter how much you try. Heâs rendered you bed ridden and you miss it there, with his silk sheets and candle lit walls.Â
Then again, maybe itâs not the room at all that you miss. Maybe itâs just Sunghoon.
You canât help but note that when heâs on you or next to you, thereâs nowhere else youâd rather be. But when youâre alone, you feel your skin crawl with such immense anxiety that you nearly want to scream out for him to come back. Several times already you have called out for him mere moments after heâs left the room. It gives you hope in knowing that each time, he does return to you even if just for a moment.Â
All of it is very arousing when he comes to you, but itâs killing you inside to know that he does nothing more than feed off of you. You get nothing out of it but his presence, and perhaps he expects that to be enough. Itâs driving you insane to give everything you have to him so willingly, knowing he hasnât offered anything back to you.Â
The fact that you want this, you want him, and you want to be the only blood he craves? Itâs a feeling youâve had to accept, because trying to deny it at this point would only lead you down a more destructive path. As if the one youâre on now isnât already killing you, if not physically, emotionally. You want to be the person lying in his bed again so badly. You want to show him that youâre no longer terrified. You want to give him equal arousal and interest.Â
But he doesnât offer it. No, he simply bites.Â
âI can do it.â You say to him in a frustrated sigh. âIâm not helpless, you know.âÂ
Heâs taken aback by the way you rip the gauze from his hands, sitting up and scooting away from him when you dip it into the bowl of alcohol. Your head spins at the act, but you push through the weakness anyway, knowing he doesnât like the distance youâre creating between him and you.Â
You donât like the distance either, but itâs helpful to know he doesnât ignore it.Â
âIâm aware.â Sunghoon narrows his eyes at the way your heart is beating for him right now, taking the gauze back from you and gripping your arm to pull you back and against him. âWhy are you being difficult?âÂ
He cleans a wound just under your jaw as he looks at you, waiting for you to answer him. You stare back as if itâs the most obvious thing in the world, not wincing at all like you previously had when he lets the alcohol burn the swollen punctures.
âHah, so you canât read minds?â You confirm for yourself, though you had the suspicion that he couldnât. âYou just keep doing thisââ You continue, trying not to sound as if youâre nagging. âAnd nothing else.â
He tilts his head as he moves the gauze to another part of your neck, knowing full well what it is you want.Â
âNothing else?â He repeats in a sly question. âIs there more you want?â
You nod slightly, feeling the cold alcohol send a shiver across your skin, your head finally clearing of the dizziness just from sitting up.
âName it.âÂ
Somehow, you lose the ability to ask for what you want. It feels silly to be mad that he hasnât given you any sexual pleasure despite feeding off of you for days now. Is it insane that sex is all you want in return? Should you ask for financial compensation or something?Â
âAh.â He answers for you with an all-knowing smirk, his nostrils flaring as he inhales your scent. âYou want pleasure, yes?â
âDo you not?â You ask simply, and he pulls back with the gauze to look at you dumbfounded.Â
For a solid twenty seconds the two of you stare at each other before heâs dropping the gauze into the bowl and pulling you against him in full, turning your body so that your back is to his chest. His strong arms are still cold, but you feel warm enough against him like this.
âIt pleases me to know you want it.â He smiles against the top of your head. âUnfortunately, I have other things to tend to.â He continues, pausing to hold you a bit closer. âI still have to feed, love, and I still need to maintain order here. I cannot just spread your legs every waking minute.âÂ
Youâre not asking for him to fuck you every waking minute. It makes you feel as if heâs annoyed to even use such words regarding this. Still, your cheeks warm at his sweet voice.Â
âAs much as Iâd like to.âÂ
Oh. Your cheeks arenât just warm, theyâre on fire at those words. Youâd grasp at anything right now, despite feeling like an afterthought. You donât like that youâre not a priority to him, even though he fucking feeds on you consistently. To the point you canât even stand for a full minute without fucking fainting from blood loss. Still, you accept his words and try to think of the positives over the negatives.Â
Unfortunately, youâll never be satisfied with just his words and a mere ten seconds later youâre right back to questioning, doubting, and feeling upset.Â
So he can feed this often, but not even slip a finger into you through it?Â
Priorities. He has to feed, he said? Does he not already?!Â
âWait, Sunghoon, you do feed.â You argue. âOn me.âÂ
He shakes his head at your ignorance of believing heâll ever truly have enough of you. Even past death, heâll never have enough. Which is precisely why youâre still breathing.Â
âThere are needs I have that youâve yet to understand. You satiate the hunger, yes, but that is nothing more than a feeling, not a truth.âÂ
You try to comprehend his words but fall short. Only because that would meanâ
âYouâre becoming afraid again,â He comments on your heart rate. âCalm yourself, darling, the need within me is no fault of my own and Iâll continue to keep you from seeing the act take place.â
Thereâs silence from you as you try to calm yourself down. Of course he has to feed, butâŠis that not what heâs already been doing to you? Your heart isnât racing from fear, itâs racing fromâjealousy.
âSo, mine isnât enough?â You feel your heart shatter a bit when you voice it, knowing full well that for him to be full, he likely has to kill.
Why are you jealous? Well, if youâre so irresistible like he says you are, why does he hold back? Why are you still alive? Does your blood not taste as good as whoever else heâs been having at? Why does he keep you around, but no one else? Maybe theyâre the ones who are irresistible, and youâre just a placeholder for if he canât find his meal for the night. Maybe heâs just using you.Â
âHmm.â Sunghoon thinks hard at your question. âYouâre feeling envious?âÂ
You donât respond to him or the way he clocks your jealousy, and instead shake his grip off of you before grabbing the gauze yourself again.
He watches you take the material and dip it into the liquid, moving it down your legs and to the assault of wounds against your thigh.Â
âYouâre truly strange.â He licks his lips at the sight of your thighs, listening closely to the artery you have there, always so hungry for more but knowing he need not drink for the time being. After all, heâs just eaten. âAlmost as unnatural as I am.âÂ
You have to force back a smile at the truth of his words though, softening at the way he compares you to him like the two of you fit together perfectly. The jealousy rages within you, but so does this strange adoration you have for him.Â
âTo think I donât crave you? Have I not shown you already?âÂ
âHmm, you might need to remind me.â Youâre being playful now, trying to get what you want. Entirely thankful for the way he solves every problem you have with him in your head even if just for a moment.
You think youâll always miss him on a deeper level than just sitting and speaking though.
âWhen can I leave the room?â You ask now, suddenly. âWhen can I come back to your room?âÂ
Sunghoon doesnât fight his own smile, loving the way you stay of your own free will, even while upset with him for not giving you more than that single night of love making.Â
âNot yet, love.â He mutters now, knowing that itâs not likely for you to be able to make it down the hallway without calling for his help, also knowing that he canât give you what you want again so soon.Â
âOh.â You look at him, face falling. âLet me guess, because you have better shit to do.âÂ
âStill so envious.â He shakes his head with a laugh. âYouâll learn soon enough how I need you.âÂ
Just, not yet.Â
After all, he drinks you until he has no choice but to stop. Multiple times a day, draining you until itâs near dangerous. The fact that you enjoy it drives him to do it more and more.Â
You think itâs easy for him to utilize self-control around you? You think he doesnât want to experience you in every way you can offer? With those pretty sounds you make? God, he misses the way your body hugged his cock so much. Youâre out of your mind to think heâs holding out on you because he doesnât want it. Because you're not good enough? Stupid, stupid girl.Â
He needs it. He wants it. Heâs fucking obsessed with what you do to him.
Youâre truly not the only one trying to adjust to this situation. He has to be very careful with you, and having sex with you could very well break the resolve heâs forced into himself. A simple touch from you that feels too good could have him acting on a split second decision, drinking until youâre dead and cold, just like him.Â
Essentially, he has to train himself to your scent and taste. Sure, heâs been fucking nearly every victim since his cock started working again, but it doesnât change the fact that heâd rather it be you. In fact, the only reason heâs fucking them is to satiate the need to destroy everything that you are for his own desire of having you.Â
The issue is that his drive to kill is insanely high, smelling you just down the hall makes every new victim taste better. It makes his cock fuck harder, it makes their bodies feel almost good enough for him to release. But theyâre not you, and itâs rendering him unable to control himself.Â
His recent victims? Oh, it ends so gruesomely. He feels overheated in the moment, drenched, fucking feral when he makes his kill. Wishing it was you, ignoring the scent of the person beneath him just to smell you from a different room.Â
If he gets his hands on you when heâs in that state of mind again, youâll be gone forever. Thatâs something Sunghoon wouldnât be able to live with. Already heâs controlled himself through it once and that may very well have been the hardest thing heâs done in his life. He canât promise that he can hold back again.
Until he can feed and fuck without feeling his instinct grab him by the throat, he cannot do more than small feedings with you. That alone is training all on its own, because every single time he feeds, he struggles not to take all of it.Â
Bit by bit. Sunghoon has to take you piece by fucking piece. And your willingness to do it, entirely awake and aware, makes it all the more difficult.Â
He canât tell you this. Not yet, at least. Youâd know the danger youâre in. Nor can he pretend like he will let you leave out of fear. He needs to keep this peace with you until he can truly enjoy you in a way that will ensure youâll be alive and well after the fact.
And so, he changes the subject, grabbing you even tighter and hugging you in the way any modern boyfriend would. This. This is something he can handle.
âAre you bored of me carrying you across the room?â He asks. âDo you miss walking on your own two feet that much, if just to make it to my room?â He smiles now, making jokes with you that feel a bit dry when it hits your ears.Â
âAre you implying that Iâm a slut?â You laugh at his attempt to make you smile, slapping against his cold arm playfully. âThat the only reason I want to leave this room is to come into yours and fuck you?âÂ
He shrugs from behind you, hugging tighter, wanting to be under your skin with that beating heart.
âAm I not right to assume? You little harlot.âÂ
Well, he got you there.Â
And you laugh with him about it, living in your little fantasy world like this never has to end. Reality looms taller than Sunghoon does, unfortunately.Â
He can feel your heart rate pick up when your laugh slows down.Â
âBut, Sunghoon, I canât stay here for much longer like this.â You drop it on him like itâs the easiest thing in the world, and oh how he wishes you could just disappear with him. âI havenât been home, my phone is there and Iâm sure people have been calling.â
His eyes darken at your words as he pushes you from his grasp. Already you wish to leave? After complaining to him about what he doesnât give you? Is that why youâre saying this right now? No sex means youâll leave?Â
Serves him right for not using the pull on you. He should have kept hold of your mind rather than relish in your willingness.Â
âIâve missed work already.â Your voice gets smaller as you watch him move from the bed and stand in front of you, the scent of cinnamon assaulting your nose along with his darkened and intimidating facial expression. âIâ Iâllâcome back. I promise.â You cower immediately.
Sunghoon shakes his head at you.Â
âDid I not make myself clear?â He deepens his voice, unsure of how to handle his own internal panic. âNever have I let a commoner leave this cathedral alive and knowing the truth.âÂ
âAre youâthreatening me?â You ask, scooting away from him and accidentally knocking over the bowl of alcohol with your foot.Â
âDid you not just say you envy the others? Envy dying by my hand?â He questions you back, looming over you in an intimidating stance. Suddenly much, much taller than reality. âEvery time youâve said youâd come back, youâve done no such thing. Have I upset you this much?â
You frantically shake your head.Â
âNo, no!â You lift your hands in defense, reaching out to his towering figure. âI want to be here with you! You just said yourself that you have things to tend to, so do I! If I donât show up at work, or at least have my phone, people will have the fucking cops out and looking for me!âÂ
Sunghoon softens, cinnamon air fading out within a second. He feels only slightly ashamed of his immediate outburst when all you can offer back to him is truth. Perhaps youâre the only one living in the real world, even if heâs been living in it for far, far, longer.Â
Youâve pulled him into a fantasy, just like he has for you. He truly let himself forget that youâre no victim thatâs meant to die. You canât just disappear without question, and already it has been days.Â
Still, you canât just leave him.Â
âI see.â He says, reaching down to grab at the hands you have clinging to his clothes in an attempt to calm himself more than you. âShall I retrieve your device for you then?âÂ
You slowly nod, looking away from him and ignoring the fact that as much as you do want to be here with him, the fact that he just implied that you can never leave is a bitâ um, intense. So, you donât argue when you nod to him. If anything, to keep the peace.
âIâll see to it that you have it in your hands by tonight. And in time, Iâll invite you back to my quarters.â Ending his sentence with a bribe to keep you here felt fitting, and heâs thankful for the way you accept it.Â
You nod quicker now, entirely satisfied with his words when he steps back and away from you.Â
âNow, please finish cleaning your wounds. I donât want to taste infection in you.âÂ
Despite feeling better about it, wanting him still, those words hurt you. You feel insulted by the time he leaves you alone in the room. Like if you got an infection heâd simply lose interest in you, or perhaps end this love of your blood he has.Â
He may even just go ahead and kill you if that were to happen.
It drives you to clean yourself twice over. Three times over. Unwilling to lose the feeling of someone biting you so gently, unwilling to die because your use to him has run out. And it feels like you clean yourself all day. To the point youâre probably making yourself more susceptible to infection rather than protecting yourself from it.Â
And in this room, time doesnât exist. Thereâs a window indicating where the sun is in the sky, but hours and minutes are meaningless. Only when the sun is up do you start counting, knowing that Sunghoon will only visit you during nightfall.Â
You clean yourself for what you assume to be hours upon hours, all the way up until the sun falls and you hear the door creak open. You expect to see Sunghoon coming in for his routine of drinking from you, but instead, you find a pale-eyed nun rush to you with your phone and immediately leave after.Â
A quick presence is gone within a moment, but you pay no mind as you look down at your phone. Youâre thankful for the fact that itâs probably been on the charger all four days youâve been gone. Considering, well, thereâs no electricity this high up in the cathedral, youâll have to save your battery as best as you can.Â
So many missed calls.Â
Even more missed texts.Â
Dozens of emails.Â
Jungwon.
In the morning after you left your apartment, he checked in with you. All throughout the day too. It wasnât until that same night where his texts became frantic. A little, âiâm coming over, fuck you if you get mad at me for it.â followed by âare you mad at me? why wonât you respond?âÂ
You couldnât help but chuckle at that.
Really though, it hurts your heart to have forgotten about him entirely during your time here. Reading through his texts, you see him fight with himself over your absence. Up until yesterday, where he texts you from the museum.Â
A glaring âstopped by again today only to realize your apartment was unlocked this whole time. iâm with your boss now, we are calling the cops if you donât respond within the next ten seconds.âÂ
A full day late, you respond quickly.Â
You: wonnie!!! iâm sorry! I got sad and went home to see my mom. totally ignored my phoneâŠand forgot to lock the door i guess
You: you know, hormones lolÂ
Immediate spam. Your phone vibrates aggressively back to back with his frantic texts.Â
Wonnie: you have to be fucking JOKING
Wonnie: NOT A SINGLE WORD FROM YOU. YOU COULD HAVE CALLED WORK OR
SOMETHING FROM SOMEONE ELSEâS PHONE. I WAS AT YOUR PLACE EVERY DAY.
Wonnie: i CANNOT believe you!!!!!!!!!!!
Wonnie: your whole ass apartment was unlocked and you werenât there! anyone couldâve walked right in!!!!! are you stupid or something?Â
Wonnie: are you home now?
Wonnie: iâm so mad at you FUCK
Wonnie: i got so scared
Wonnie: im coming over
You panic.Â
You: wait, iâm not home yet. I didnât mean to stay so long, I promise ill be home soon and fill you in on everything.Â
Wonnie: call your boss.Â
Wonnie: ill deal with the cops, then im gonna be waiting outside of your apartment
Wonnie: donât ever fucking do that shit again, been crying all morning
Wonnie: i hate you so much right now, im never talking to you again
Wonnie: get your stupid ass back homeÂ
You smile fondly at his worry, but the smile is short lived as you know you probably canât leave here. Not only from the fact that Sunghoon appears to be unwilling to let you leave but youâŠdonât want to.
Still, you do need to call your boss, and you make quick work of it. Sitting dissociated through the mindless scolding of your terrible lie of an excuse, and then the following call from the local police department.Â
Arguably, speaking to the police was easier than knowing youâll have to lie to Jungwon again. At least the police are aware that youâre a grown woman who can disappear if she wishes. Jungwon, on the other hand, requires a little more care and consideration.Â
Youâre tired by the time you lay your phone down, unable to keep your eyes open as you drift off.Â
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Some time later, you wake to the same familiar scent of Sunghoon wafting from under your door. It doesnât process yet in your brain that youâve not smelled it since the night you wandered from your apartment. But now? Oh, itâs strong.Â
Itâs very, very strong.Â
Your drowsy eyes look to the door as your legs carry you there, and out you go. Down the hallway, straight to those big doors, straight through those big doors.
The scent burns in your throat the moment you step inside, blurry eyes witnessing two figures right there on the floor. The only clear thing you can make out are his darkened narrowed eyes, only because your brain refuses to process the act taking place in front of you at first.
He looksâŠrabid. Hair is a mess, sticky and dripping with thick metallic liquid.Â
Oh, it sounds so loud. The squelching and the smacking of skin. Your stomach drops, the pit inside of it flourishing with nothing short of rotted desire.Â
Right there on the floor of his room lies a woman seemingly experiencing god. Sunghoon is moaning with his eye trained on your shocked figure. He ignores the womanâs aroused grasps against his arms to keep his eyes trained on you. And he justâŠsmirks through it, licking his lips, rolling his eyes back only for them to fall right back to you.
The squelching rings in your ears as he moves faster, feverishly chasing a hunt heâs already got lying beneath him. Almost as if catching him in the act aroused him more than he already had been. Like heâs showing you how much more heâd prefer someone else over you.Â
He moans your name inwardly again and again, as if to call you forward to him but your feet can no longer move as you process the act with each call of your name.Â
Heâs fucking her. Heâs devouring her.Â
Not you. Her.Â
You can feel your heart shrivel at the act when you stumble back, a twisting pain in your chest that you feel silly over. You barely know Sunghoon, but somehow it feels like heâs given you more of himself than he has anyone else. He speaks that way to you, anyway. Always with the words of âIâve never done this, until you.âÂ
That was a lie. Youâre seeing it now with your own two eyes and youâre paying for believing that you, somehow, could be special. And the pain in your chest travels all throughout your body at the fact that you let this man bite you. You let him take and take until you could barely stand, until you could barely think, until you were right on the cusp of death.Â
And you still want to do that for him. But now? Heâs grown bored of you. Perhaps he intends to let this woman live too. Perhaps sheâs silly enough to fall for a sweet vampireâs words too.
You stumble back more, forcing your legs to work with you rather than against you. Itâs like your body has a mind of its own when he smells so welcoming. Cinnamon, spicy, sweet, painful cinnamon. Such a suffocating smell, easy to give in to and grow weak for. At least for you, thatâs how it feels.Â
When you force yourself to turn around, only to continue stumbling down the hallway, your eyes work against you now too. You knew it would happen though and itâs not something you can stop. The burn and blur of tears prickling at the corners, your throat scratchy and sore.Â
You try to hold it in, feeling as if life is being suffocated out of you all the way down. Down, down, down. Past the nuns, past the beautiful and intricate interior, and straight out of the big front doors of the cathedral.Â
No goodbyes.Â
The breezy night air smacks you hard, forcing a sobbed breath out of you. You dry heave for a moment, squeezing your eyes shut so tight just to try and regain control of yourself and your emotions. The images behind your eyes flash back and forth. Youâve not just witnessed death, but the pleasure of death. Well, if he kills the woman, anyway.Â
And you still canât fathom it. The way you feel, the way youâre reacting, the intense desire for death if it means Sunghoon wants you that badly. Never would you have guessed that a feeling so deeply terrifying exists. But it does, youâre witnessing it overtake the deepest parts of you right now.Â
Fuck, you didnât want to leave but you did. And now here you are, freed from a grasp that you still want so badly.Â
Your lungs burn and your chest hurts more than the swollen puncture wounds all over your body. Everything is burning. Itâs too, too, hot inside of your skin right now and thereâs nothing more youâd rather do than to crawl out of it and freeze.Â
Still, you do your best to control the emotions within you. You take a short look around only to feel the head rush hit you now like it should have when you stood from your bed. Right, the blood in your body likely isnât enough to keep you upright for long and you know youâll likely not make it to your apartment in this state.Â
But you try. Your eyes are out of focus and your legs are clumsy as you try to walk. Down the sidewalk you go, untilâ
âWoah, little lady.âÂ
You hear Balorâs voice echo in your ears. The sound of safety feeling so, so far away.Â
You canât even thank him for it because your vision blurs more at the feeling of big, leather clad arms holding you upright, and thenâ youâre out.
Youâre not sure how much time has passed by the time youâre able to hold your eyes open again, but when you do, Jungwon is here and so is that hot bartender you forgot existed. And as you try to comprehend where you are, you learn very quickly that youâre in the back room of the club with concerned eyes focused on..not your face, your body.
âLetâs get you home.â Jungwonâs concerned voice settles in your ears, and only now do you feel his warm hands soothing you against your shoulders.Â
âOr maybe a hospital?â Jay offers, also inspecting your skin and the weak state of your body as you try to sit up.Â
âNo, no. Iâm okay, really.â You say, immediately starting to cry out. âPlease, just take me home.âÂ
And so, home is where you go. Jay drives both you and Jungwon there with a kind voice and worried eyes. You see him make the attempt to hug you before leaving, but Jungwon is quick to stop him with a small shake of his head.Â
âLet me know when youâre feeling better.â Is all Jay says when he leaves, which, youâre sure he didnât intend to leave but of course, Jungwon. You can see that he wants to be the one here with you and he insisted to Jay that heâs got you.Â
It heals your heart a little bit, but doesnât change the fact that youâre embarrassed for not only Jungwon to be pulled into your mess, but Jay too?Â
Youâre humiliated.Â
And by the time Jungwon has undressed and redressed you, ignoring the intense smell of alcohol against your skin for now, heâs immediately lying next to you, clinging to you really.Â
 Youâre aware of what he saw when he removed your clothes. You heard the breath he took in, you saw his confusion at how the clothes you had on were very much not from your closet. Heâs going to ask, and you knew he would.
âYouâre really cold.â He says in a cracked voice, gentle and sweet as he tries to warm you up. âYou werenât with your mom, were you?âÂ
You weakly shake your head.Â
âYou were with that guy you told me about before.â He says now, grabbing you tighter pretending he doesnât know just how many wounds you have under your clothes. He canât help but hold you tighter, even if it hurts you.
âWhat did he do to you?âÂ
Your throat starts to burn as you cry again. You can barely process whatâs happened yourself and explaining it to someone else only feels that much harder.Â
The pulsing in your head is too much, you canât even think straight right now.Â
âIt wasââ You try to calm down, breathing in deep but avoiding eye contact. âIt was consensual, donât worry.âÂ
Jungwonâs eyes narrow, staring at the deep bite marks on your neck. Heâs quick to lift himself up, ripping your shirt up and off of you without so much as trying to be gentle. His panic is blatant and heâs entirely unable to hide how pissed off he is right now.
âNo, it wasn't.â He dead-pans as he presents your own body to you, his voice coming out harsher than usual. âYouâd be out of your fucking mind to think i believe that this was consensual.âÂ
He glares at the swollen marks, unsure as to what to do with himself.Â
âFuck,â He scoffs your name along with the curse, throwing his hands up. âFucking look at them.â
You turn away from him now, wrapping your arms around yourself protectively in an attempt to not peer at what you wish you could have more of. You know what this looks like though, and youâre really trying to see things from his perspective.Â
ButâŠItâs hard after everything youâve witnessed yourself.Â
âIt was.â You say again. âI practically begged him to keep doing it.âÂ
Jungwon falls silent as he counts. 1, 2, 3, 13, 25, 56, 72, still more.
âI wasnât going to come home, you know.â You sigh out at the silence of his counting.Â
More silence.Â
âWas gonna stay and never leave.âÂ
âWhat? Why?â He panics more at the admittance, dropping down over you and forcing your arms from yourself, trying to pretend he didnât re-open some of your wounds by tearing your shirt off of you.Â
You can hear your best friend crying at the way you hide from him, all bloodied and bruised, but you keep your eyes closed even tighter. All he can do is lend you the entire weight of his body, enveloping you in all of his warmth and care, using his entire body to shield you from even the air in your room.Â
âWhat did he do?â Jungwon pleads for an answer with a cracked whisper. He needs context. Anything to explain the state of you right now.
âYou wouldnât understand.âÂ
âWhat did he do?â He presses again, voice only cracking more as he cries along with you.Â
âItâs more so what he didnât do.âÂ
Silence again.Â
âWhat did he fucking do?âÂ
You take in a deep breath, sighing out against your best friendâs fluffy hair, humming at his warmth and how much youâve missed it.Â
Thereâs nothing you can say to make him understand, all you can do is try because hearing him like this is, arguably, just making it more painful.
âI just really liked him, and I guess he didnât like me so much in the end.âÂ
Jungwon chooses to take that at face value, opting to not let you out of his sight from this moment forward if he can help it. At one point with you, he was worried about being too clingy. Truly, he was afraid he would annoy you by attaching himself. Never has he grown so close to a person so fast and never has he gained such comfort within someone elseâs bubble like he does with you. The comfort is still there, but no longer does he give a single fuck about clinging too much. You clearly cling too.
If you cling enough to let a man abuse your body like that, youâll be able to handle him clinging just as much, enough to care for you, and enough to not fucking leave your side. Heâs not going anywhere, and thereâs not a damn thing you can do about it.
After all, heâs not stupid, but heâs willing to act as dumb as you need him to if it means youâll let him keep you within arms reach. In his head, thereâs no way you fell into something with someone who could do this to you without reason, and it appears itâs not a question heâll get a clear answer from you any time soon.Â
It doesnât matter if his installation will come to an end at some point. He canât just leave you here when thereâs some strange man running around biting the fuck out of people like a rabid dog. Abusing his best friend? No. He wonât have it and he doesnât care if he has to force you to accept his protection.
He canât do much for you, but heâs willing to at least be here with you.Â
âHey, itâs okay.â Jungwon soothes you, clinging tighter just to feel some of those reopened wounds bleed onto him. His voice is a stark reminder that thereâs more to feel in your body than just pain. âI wonât let him near you again, okay?â
You nod, still crying as you cling back, trying to ignore the images in your head of Sunghoon.Â
âOkay.â You lie, missing him too much already, the faint scent of cinnamon still in your nose.Â
And you fall asleep like that. Warm.Â
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You hate calling it an âescape.â You carried yourself out of that beautiful cathedral against your body begging you to stay. Still, even now with Jungwon clinging so warmly at night, you wish you had never left.Â
Even the pain of seeing what Sunghoon does behind your back, the jealousy that came with it, you would have stayed if only to prove your worth to him. Being so close to death is exhilarating, and you find yourself feeling entirely empty and void of any emotion that brings joy because of it.Â
This isnât depression, nor is it simple envy. This sadness within you sinks lower than you thought possible, so deeply rooted within you that you feel death itself couldnât even allow a safe escape. After all, if vampires are real, who's to say you won't end up as a tormented ghost forever searching for a man who can never die?
Damned if you live, damned if you die, so to say. You canât have Sunghoon either way, you can only have him while suffering.Â
And oh, how you miss the cold. You miss his cold. You miss the fear too. You miss the way heâd laugh with no breath against you and drink from your thighs like he needed more. You miss the way your wounds would pulse in pain and lend little reminders of the teeth that pierced them. Even now, theyâre healing so well.
And it still hurts.
It hurts to know he said, while holding you, that he craves you. That he very much wants you but has things to tend to. The fact that he needed to tend to fucking other women while drenched in their blood? Things to tend to.Â
Because to Sunghoon, real life women, breathing women, are minimized to things to tend to.
Fucking vampires.Â
Itâs been a week now since you left and it hasnât gotten easier. During the week, Jungwon hasnât so much as let you shower without the bathroom door open. You guess thatâs fair.Â
Still, it has only been a week. A week of everything moving fast, a week of Jungwon, a week of slow and dreadful acceptance, and a week of smelling nothing but faint, ever so slight, cinnamon.Â
By now you know itâs him. Like heâs truly dug his claws into you and doesnât intend to let you forget all that he took from you. Always that fucking smell, from the first night you met him until now. Yet he is nowhere to be seen, even when you stare at the cathedral after the sun goes down.Â
No one has left. No one has gone inside.Â
Part of you even found yourself worrying if heâs eaten. Hah. Funny.
Still, youâre forced to live in reality now. Nothing but healing wounds, meaningful days, and reminders that you let yourself fall as quickly and painfully as possible.Â
Youâre entirely dissociated, as if youâre gliding rather than walking, as if each day passes in a second rather than a twenty four hour time span, as if youâre truly empty now and not filled with the blood you thought meant so much.Â
Somehow, you find comfort in the emptiness though. Jungwon fills the space as best he can too. He always accepts your rejections of going to update Jay at the club just to sit between your legs on the living room floor and try to make you laugh through silly faces riddled with concern.
You assume heâs in contact with Jay anyway, letting him know that youâre not quite dead yet.Â
The days blur together now, up until two weeks pass, three weeks, four, five weeks.
Thankfully, by the fifth week, itâs gotten easier. Each day you just have to remind yourself that you can never forget Jungwon again like you did before. Heâs the one who helped you through this, and to think youâd ever make him go through this again is insane. In fact, heâs the reason you finally feel good inside again.Â
Heâs like medicine, which is cringe and lame as fuck to say but itâs true. Internally, heâs made you feel better. Yet, right beside all those happy warm feelings lies everything else. Distress, sadness, anxiety.Â
They still seep out of you too. Every night, really, after the daytime wears off and Jungwon runs out of things to distract you with.
âWhy do you have to look at me like that?â Jungwon says sweetly, sprawled out on your bed in his pajamas as he watches you pace around your room. âI swear, itâs like everything I say to you goes through one ear and out the other.âÂ
You pause in your step, sad eyes reaching his face.Â
âI already told you Iâm not going home.â He repeats himself for what feels like the thousandth time to you. âIâm still getting paid, I have enough to last me if you let me stay here before finding work.â
After all, itâs not like Jungwon has anything to go back home to. Save for an annoying sister who probably wanted him to move the fuck out of her space anyway. Heâs the last person on this earth to be afraid to up and move out with a near stranger.
Youâre not so much a stranger to him though, and the need to be by your side far outweighs anything else right now.Â
âYeah, but, eventually.â
Never have you been one to worry about fleeting time. Never until you met that dead motherfucker. You worry about not what is happening, but what will happen. The inevitable. You no longer welcome it.Â
Itâs not death that brings the anxiety though, itâs justâŠthe clock.Â
With the ticking, the tocking, and the changing of seasons. Everything lasts both too long and not long enough. At this moment, the fear is Jungwon leaving at some point in your life. For any reason at all, really.Â
Heâs been by your side since you found your way back to him. A nuisance at times, yes, but youâre attached. To an unhealthy degree, you are fucking attached to him at the hip. Heâs your only grounding force on this earth and you think heâs picking up on it.Â
To the point heâs offered to drop his entire life an hour away just to stay for you.Â
Yes, Jungwon recognizes how toxic and unhealthy the friendship has become, but he doesnât know what else to do. He canât just leave, nor does he want to. Even if heâs the one who leaves to get your mail, heâs the one who cooks, and heâs the one who holds you close at night, reminding you that time doesnât have to mean a damn thing if you try hard enough to forget about the man who doesnât experience it at all.
Thereâs no way you can get through a single day without him right now, and the thought of having to do it in the future scares you.Â
You know itâs pathetic. You know you have no right to keep him in a box next to you as a comfort, you know heâs still got a life to live and romance to find. ButâŠyou hate it.Â
âEventually what?â He quirks a brow at you, having been concerned for you and the shift in your entire personality yet again tonight. Youâve changed for the worse, and it terrifies him to see you act so gone.Â
âYouâre gonna leave me here alone.â Your voice is small, cracking when you say it only because you hear the words ring in your ears.Â
A pathetic whine, as if youâre speaking to someone else and not Jungwon. Youâre not you anymore. No, youâve become obsessed with the looping memories and feelings that took a mere four days to fall in love with.Â
Addicted to emptiness but begging for Jungwon to forever be the crutch you stand on.Â
Youâre selfish and you have no fucking right to do this to him.
âHeyâŠâ He rolls out of bed and steps up to you, easily putting a soothing hand against your shoulder. âDo you want me to stay?â
You nod. Knowing this same situation happens nearly every night. You panic, he soothes. You beg, he reminds you that heâs the one who offered in the first place. You ask him to stay, he confirms by asking you to let him.
And to him, he knows this is anything but a romantic partnership. You very much need someone here who is willing to play dumb but remain hyper aware. He wants to be this person for you because of his own selfish reasons too.Â
Itâs not all for you.
For one, he wants the girl back that he met last month. Secondly, he wants to see you learn and grow, because he knows you have a long and beautiful life ahead of you (and he better be fucking part of it.) And lastly, heâs never felt needed like this and thereâs something in him that craves to be important too.Â
Itâs not too difficult for Jungwon to find people thatâs important to him. Really, it never takes much. Perhaps someone held the door open for him, heâd probably jump in front of a bus for that person not two seconds later. But to feel just as important to someone else?Â
He needs to be here with you. As toxic as it may seem to outsiders, Jungwon sees nothing wrong with being the person you need simply because youâre the person he needs too.Â
âThen stop saying stupid shit.â He mopes now as he pulls you back to your bed and holds you much like he always does, trying to lighten the mood. âYouâre always okay at work, but I swear the second we come home youâre falling apart.â
You freeze, falling apart instantly.Â
âI wish youâd tell me what happened.â He says now, jumping into the typical routine of calming and soothing you. âI donât know what to do when you get like this.â
You wish you would tell him too.Â
But if he knew, that hope of ever seeing Sunghoon again would crumble. Already, Jungwon swears to you that he will never let this happen to you again. But you want it to, so, so badly.Â
Even if youâre taking advantage of his care by letting him treat you like a child who canât escape a tantrum, he really flipped his whole life because you chose to live in a crisis.Â
You chose to do this to yourself and to Jungwon.Â
Finally, you look up at him with your fingers gripping him.
âI ask so much from you.â You sniffle when you say it, immediately calming yourself and feeling like a fucking idiot for doing this. âI feel like Iâm going insane.âÂ
He nods.
âYou kind of are.â He confirms for you. âAnd you have to talk about it eventually, itâs just going to keep hurting if you donât.â
Heâs right. Heâs always right.Â
And like always, every single time you imagine how youâll tell him, nothing in your brain can form a sentence. But you do try and by now, accustomed to your pain, you feel like something needs to be said before he grows tired of you too.Â
âI donât know why, but I wanted him to kill me so badly.âÂ
Saying it out loud doesnât feel as good as you wanted it to, not with the way Jungwonâs face immediately contorts into panic.
âWha-â
âBut he wouldnât do it.â You shake your head, refusing eye contact. âHeâd do it to everyone else, but not to me.âÂ
âWait, what?â
Maybe choosing to say that of all things was a mistake. After all, you did appear stumbling down the street near death already. Jungwon isnât going to take what youâre saying lightly and you were stupid to believe otherwise.
âHave you ever smelled cinnamon?â You continue, trying to skew the conversation from his panic.
Jungwon is flipping his shit trying to make sense of your words. You wanted this guy to kill you? Well, he damn near fucking did and even now, while heâs not around, youâre practically dead already in terms of everything but breathing. And what the fuck do you mean heâd do it to everyone else?!Â
Are you referring to an emotional death? Trying to make this shit sound poetic? Or did you really want to die?Â
âWhat the fuck are you talking about?â Jungwonâs voice is stern but shaky. âKill you how?âÂ
You shake your head.
âI donât know.â You offer, knowing youâre just making it worse. âI wanted him to want me that badly.â
Jungwon drops his arms from you to pull back, dead-pan staring at you because he doesnât know what to do or say to that. He forces himself to think of the reality of the situation. Youâre just being poetic. Youâre just being dramatic.Â
Heâs the same way when someone hurts him too, but still. Using such heavy words scares him, and he canât just sit here and tell you itâll be okay anymore.Â
âBut he doesn't.â Jungwon musters up the courage to say it, knowing youâre going to cry. âThis weirdo literally tried to eat you alive, and he still doesnât want you.âÂ
And you do cry again.Â
âAnd now, youâre letting him kill you anyway?â Jungwon scoffs. âYouâre begging me to stay here with you, just so I can watch you not even make an attempt to fucking get over it?âÂ
You know heâs telling you what you need to hear, doesnât change the fact that you donât want to hear it. The only thing you want to hear is Sunghoon and his lying words, telling you that Jungwon is full of shit.Â
The worst part about it is that, itâs not even that youâre suicidal. Youâre not. You like being alive. Youâre justâŠyou donât know. You donât fucking know why you wanted and still want Sunghoon to kill you.
Perhaps itâs because it would mean he needs you that much.
But he doesnât need you, youâre not irresistible.Â
And that hurts you. That man fucking slithered into your heart and made a nest there. You canât get him out no matter how much you try.Â
âHe broke up with you. You were together for like, what? A few days?â Jungwon minimizes the situation unintentionally, panicking at the way a person heâs grown so close to has managed to be utterly fucking ripped apart by a singular man. âHe broke up with you. Thatâs it. Itâs time to stand up and move on, thereâs better people out there thatââ
âNo.â You shake your head. âI broke up with him, I guess, if you can call it that.âÂ
Jungwon softens, tilting his head. Now heâs getting somewhere.Â
âWhy, then? Why did you break up with him when you didnât want to?â Still, Jungwon is glad you chose to. Clearly youâre not as absent minded as you pretend to be. Seeing how littered your body was with pain, you knew you needed to leave, right? You werenât really just going to let this guy wither you away, right?
âHe was with someone else.âÂ
Jungwon shakes his head in pity.Â
âWhat a scumbag. A total freak.âÂ
âBut like, he needed to do it, I guess.â You try to explain without truly explaining. âI got mad and left because he was doing something he needed to do with someone that wasnât me.âÂ
âHe needed to cheat on you? Are you hearing yourself?â Jungwon questions, throwing his arms up. âHeâs a nympho, babe, he probably manipulated the fuck out of you to make you think this way.â
And at that, you give up on talking about it. You feel too tired to continue.Â
âI guess so.â You whisper out with a shrug, sniffling up the tears.
âHe doesnât deserve you. You canât justâŠdie for people.â Jungwon says, realizing that even he doesnât follow his own advice. Heâd probably die for you himself, but not because he craves it.
Heâll never understand why you wanted this man to âkillâ you. In whatever way you meant, no one is worth owning that much of you.Â
Jungwon hums though, knowing youâre tired now. He isnât exactly being as soothing as heâd like to be right now but never has he seen a person act like this over a break up. Cheating hurts, of course, but you barely knew this guy. Thereâs no way there isnât something else going on for you to say such insane fucking things.Â
âYou mustâve lost your damn mind to let someone do that to you.â Jungwon says against your hair, his soft voice not matching his words in the slightest. âI canât believe you said that.â
âMe either.â You admit, feeling the insanity bubbling in your stomach and hating it.Â
Still, the scent of cinnamon.Â
âDo you smell it though?â You ask now, voice even weaker.Â
Jungwon inhales deeply, releasing his breath with all of the frustration in his gut.
You feel it fan across your cheek warmly, minty, and you smile.Â
âCinnamon?â He asks, remembering your question from before. âYeah, sometimes I can smell it.âÂ
You smile bigger now.Â
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Another two weeks pass, only this time you are coming back to yourself. Which is strange, really. You were beginning to think youâd never feel like a person again after the first month passed. Then, within another few weeks youâre almost entirely back to yourself.Â
Youâre still a bit dissociated, which is likely due to the trauma of what you experienced and put yourself through but thankfully, the ticking-time spans you grew to hate forces itself now to be your new form of comfort. With each passing second, hour, day, and week, youâre slowly able to not forget, but accept and move on.Â
Still, you know itâs going to fuck you up for years to come. Youâll always have the feeling of emptiness deep inside no matter how much the space shrinks. You have no choice now but to try and fill your life and time with things and people who matter to you. At least this way, you know that you matter too.Â
And with this time spent away and healing, the scent has faded too. You can even go to work now without holding your breath or your eyes being forced to look at the source of the smell. In fact, you avoid taking even a glimpse of the looming cathedral. You donât keep cinnamon in your apartment now either. You donât take it with any of your beverages or food items, and you certainly shouldnât be smelling it in the air anymore.Â
Sometimes itâs still there though, turning your stomach in a way thatâs both needy and sick. You still miss him and the feeling of ice, but you know better now. Why give up the ability to breathe without your throat burning? Why give up being a person that Jungwon actually wants to be around now?Â
After all, youâve started feeling so much better to the point that even he feels okay leaving you alone from time to time. Showers are back to being private, you can check your own mail, and a few times you were even able to go to work without him trying to force his way inside like his installation was still sitting on display.Â
Which, it isnât, by the way. Your boss had his name and face blacklisted, but still on most days he waltzed in like he owned the place. Every single time buckling the knees of your boss, every single time being allowed to stay.Â
Thankfully, push came to shove and he landed himself a job there with you, his employment became official just today, actually. And as professional as the place was for you when you approached with your resume, itâs definitely not professional at all. They did pay Jungwon under the table several times just for doing shit you were supposed to be doing.Â
The point is, even if Jungwon wasnât able to make the effort to keep good on his word regarding moving into your apartment to stay beside you, he still likely would have pushed to at least work with you.Â
Thankfully, he gets to do both those things.Â
And despite the fact that he feels okay leaving you alone from time to time, thereâs still an immense amount of anxiety about being away from you for too long. He knows that in time, itâll pass and the two of you can live both near each other and apart, but for now? Might as well call him your husband because thereâs no way in hell heâs gonna be doing his own thing without you.Â
That leads to now. The same day Jungwon secured his employment, the same day you made it through without a single breakdown, the same night Jungwon needs to actually go back home to move his shit into this apartment with you.
âCome with me.â Jungwon comments, but you know itâs more of a demand. âYou can meet my sister, just ignore if she makes jokes about us dating or something.â
You laugh. Genuinely, you laugh.
âJokes? We both know youâre in love with me Jungwon. Iâm just waiting for the ring at this point.âÂ
He laughs with a shrug, knowing he probably would marry you at this point, if just to protect you from all the people who wouldnât care for you as much as he does.Â
âReally though, come with me?â He asks again. âIâm still a little worried about leaving you here.â
âYouâll be back in the morning,â You start, trying to calm him down. You genuinely do feel okay right now. âIâll just be sleeping the whole time, I'm tired anyway.â
Jungwon nods fondly, aware that itâs only practical that he make the move during the night hours. After all, his sister wonât be home otherwise and he does miss her. Itâs true that youâll probably just go to bed and heâll be back before you even wake up tomorrow.
Still.
âYou could just sleep in my old roââ
âWonnie.â You walk up to him and grab his face with both hands. âIâm fine.âÂ
He smiles at you, always loving the way you do your best to reassure him even through your worst breakdowns. Youâre not breaking down right now though, and he canât help but believe every word you say when youâre looking at him like this.Â
âI swear to god if I come home and you so much as have a single bite mark on you, Iâm burning this fucking city to the ground.âÂ
You roll your eyes, the memory stinging only a little bit. By now though, youâve almost entirely forgotten how it felt in the first place.Â
In fact, youâre shocked by the way you acted after leaving. So outside of yourself. Truly, you think you were going insane and Jungwon was right to confirm that for you. Youâre lucky you had him here with you, because you likely would have ran right back into that fucking cathedral andâ
Yeah. You would have done something dramatic.Â
You didnât though. And sure, you now know vampires exist or whatever but Sunghoon has not bothered you even once since you left. You hope heâs simply moved on so that your resolve doesnât break. Jungwon worked so hard to make you feel better, and you worked just as hard. You canât just feel bad that you donât remember what Sunghoonâs fangs felt like against your skin.
If anything, you hope Sunghoon is freaked out by you leaving and knowing his secret. Maybe he thinks that if he tries to approach you again, youâll tell everyone about what he is and what he did. Not that it would end with him in jail or anything. Youâd probably end up in an asylum, actually, but still.Â
And to Jungwonâs threats of arson, you simply pinch his cheek, being sure to sit your thumb right in his dimple.Â
âStrictly no vampire kinks.â You smile at him, crossing both of your arms in front of yourself to create an X.Â
âGood.â Jungwon nods back as he puts on his shoes and heads for the door. âCall me if you need anything, Iâll keep my volume turned up. Youâve got Jayâs number too, he can be here quickly if itâs an emergency.â
He feels content knowing that youâre about to be stuck with him for as long as he can manage. Itâs just one short trip back home. A mere six or seven hours spent away while he packs the shit his sister probably âforgotâ to box up for him, loading up the rented van, and then unloading it here.Â
Itâs just a short trip. Youâll be sleeping through it anyway.Â
And when heâs gone, you feel tired. Keeping good on your promise of going to bed almost immediately. The feeling of being alone for the night is a bit uncomfortable, so sleep comes easy as a means to escape the inevitable over-thinking youâd probably do otherwise.Â
No overthinking.Â
Itâs just a short trip.Â
Jungwon will be back before you wake up.Â
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Ah, to think itâs over.Â
To think heâd leave you be? To think he wouldnât be looming around every corner watching, waiting? If it werenât for Jungwon, these weeks wouldnât have passed so easily for you, that much is certain.
As if they were easy for you to get through at all. Jungwon, the very person who got you through it, was the reason he stayed away, the reason you were able to heal.Â
Jungwon was the ward.
Was.Â
Deep in your sleep itâs like your body knows. The same scent fills your nose just seconds after your sleep brain feels the goosebumps spread across your skin. Instantly, you wake up and back to insanity you go
You truly wake up.Â
Your legs arenât being carried by any force other than you own, and your mind is crisp and clear in your thoughts as you jump out of bed.Â
Not walking, running to your apartment door. You swing open the door and donât even look at him before slamming your entire weight against his chest and clinging like a lost child. You can feel the familiar cold fear filling your body, knowing that if he truly wanted to, he could kill you right now.Â
All of the progress you made burns away within seconds. Youâve never felt so elated to ruin your own life.Â
Even when he pushes you away, nothing at this moment could make you let him go. Heâs here, heâs standing right there. Your fingers grip as he pushes you back in silence, stretching his garment out far beyond the bounds of which it was sewn to withstand. It rips, and still he shoves you further back from him all while stalking forward.Â
Walking you back into your apartment, just to let the door slam behind him as he stands with a narrowed gaze fixated on you.Â
You glance up at him only for a moment, loving the crazed look in his eye. Adoring that he must have missed you to appear so full of life like this. You can only compare his eyes now to the same eyes you saw when you ran away from him.Â
As if they were burning on you. Or perhaps, for you?Â
Heâs dangerous, your body feels it instantly and all you can do is lean into it.
âThatâs all it took for you to leave me?â Sunghoon bellows out in a spiteful voice, the sound sending pleasant shivers down your spine. âHad your blood boiling over some minx? I told you I didnât want you witnessing it.âÂ
You soak in his voice like itâs your last supper, missing it so badly, adoring it even more. He speaks as if weeks havenât passed, as if itâs a mere hour after you ran from him. You move forward to cling again, unable to think of words to say and opting to show how much you regret leaving through your actions.
Still, he pushes you away from him. A bit harder this time, to the point you almost topple over onto your back. You keep your balance only because it feels like youâre fucking floating just looking at him right now.
âI tried to pull you back to me, why did you fight it so hard?â He continues to fuss, as if heâs been thinking over and over again about all the words he wants to spit at you. Like heâs punishing you, and yet still struggling himself not to cling back. âNever has your aroma been so empty, so faint.â
Youâre in shock but your body yearns for him, thankful to go back to square one. Like youâre special. Like you meant something enough to him that heâs here looking like he may give you what youâve wanted all along.Â
âCountless women. Countless men. Never you, and now you manage to hide from me?â His hand shoots to your neck, pushing you back further into your apartment. âHow?â He grips dangerously tight as he continues to spew his breathless words. âYou masked yourself with thatâ that floral boy, didnât you?âÂ
You listen to his spiteful words like your favorite song, falling into each vibration of his vowels and consonants. Never has he spoken so much, and never have you heard his voice waver the way it is now. You canât help but follow his movements with a smile on your face, swallowing through this tight grip on your throat.Â
âYou cannot fathom how hard it was to stop. Do you understand how much I want to fuck every last drop out of you? You should be thanking me.â
Oh, youâre so proud. So, so, fucking proud. The glee runs through you at his needy words, even if you know better. Heâll always feed on people who arenât you, and heâll always probably fuck them too.Â
But does he show up at their house? Does he grow frustrated with them like this too?Â
âDid you kill her when you were done?â You ask out through his choking hand, so confident that it makes him freeze on the spot.
Heâs genuinely shocked that youâre not scared. Youâre not intimidated. You donât feel bad. No, you feel proud of being hunted. Like you take enjoyment out of his suffering, much like he does for you.Â
On his part, itâs not intentional. You have to suffer to be next to him.Â
Never has a person made him suffer too though. Fucking never would he have allowed it. God, heâs infatuated with you, utterly obsessed.
âOf course I killed her.â Sunghoon admits with his brow rising up, feeding into your ecstatic reaction of his death grip on you, only gripping tighter now. âDoes that please you?âÂ
Youâve never been happier.Â
And he moans out at the way you shyly nod, seemingly experiencing euphoria at his admittance of murder. Oh, if only you knew how good you smelled that night. Blood pumping for him, blood boiling in emotion for him. The woman didnât last more than a minute after you left him. He couldnât resist at that point.Â
Seeing you, smelling you, fucking someone who he wished could have been you.Â
Heâs not prepared at all for this, for you. So willing, wanting what heâs trying to avoid doing to you.
Thatâs why heâs here though. Unprepared, but unable to resist any longer. He has pulled and pulled, every single day trying to lure you back to him against your will. He thought he was going to have to take you tonight against your wishes.Â
But your eyes are sparkling for him.Â
âNo oneâs heart has ever beat quite like yours when looking at me.â Sunghoon whispers now, falling and spiraling into this moment with you, losing his composure entirely. âSo loud, each pump fucking gushes.â
âAnd I'll chase it every time.â He continues to ramble in a way that sounds like heâs in physical pain, like the amount of time youâve stayed away from him genuinely hurts him.Â
You still canât respond though, your words are caught up in your throat right where his hand squeezes and you couldnât even if you wanted to. He knows it too, and he didnât intend to let you answer anyway because genuinely, heâs fucking losing himself.Â
His hungry lips chase forward near instant after saying those words to you, not biting, just kissing. Tasting you rather than the blood that drives him.Â
Because for some reason, thatâs what he craves right now.Â
âI beg.â He cries out against your tongue, relishing in the feeling of your life clutched in his hands, not even sure himself of what heâs begging for.
âSunghoon,â You choke out his name with a gentle voice, pulling back from his bruising lips and throwing your arms up around his shoulders. âI bet you could smell my heart shatter too.âÂ
He moans at the strained words first and the out of body experience you lend to him second. His soul is always trapped within this dead skin, but you ascend him.Â
Here, standing with his hands on your throat, you hold him? You say sly, mocking words? Oh, he can give you the world. He can give you anything you want. He can be whatever you want. Never has a person had this hold on him, and never could another person be able to do what you do.Â
He canât just let you go. He tried already. Heâs supposed to be the one with the ability to hunt, lure, and pull. How is it that you do it to him? Your blood alone does it. The fact that all you need to do is exist within the same city and heâs ripping his bedroom walls apart wanting to get at you? He needs you.Â
No. Youâre not going anywhere this time. Heâll give up the taste of your sweet blood if he has to. The taste of your wet tongue is enough to satiate him by this point. The feeling of your neck beneath his hands, your pretty eyes urging him to strangle the life out of you.
Heâd do it too. All youâd have to do is ask. He would do anything for you at this moment, no matter the cost. He will take anything you offer.
âOhââ He groans first, licking his lips. âI could almost taste it.â His eyes darken more, somehow, as he leads you through the apartment. All the way until that same gaze causes your legs to buckle. He canât help it by this point, after all, he knew coming here would end up this way.
Thereâs no self control when his hands release your neck, your buckled legs forcing you to fall against the floor, and he gladly topples with you. His hands immediately shoot to either side of your head, holding himself up just so he can dip down and inhale you.Â
Fuck, he missed the way your skin smells more than he remembers. And trust, missing you was a daunting experience for him before he got here.
He inhales all over you, again and again. He trails his nose against both sides of your neck, up your cheek, into your hair, down to your neck again.
âSo delicious.â He moans mindlessly. âNever have I missed someone so terribly.âÂ
âYou were with someone else.â You continue your confident scolding with a scoff, only because of the way heâs losing himself on you. This is all you could ever want and reminding him of why you left feels elating.Â
âMy love,â He starts, speaking right up against your ear as one of his hands trails from your cheek to your waist. âMy loyalty to your life is what I offered.â
Goddamn the confidence running through you smells stronger than anything heâs ever experienced. As if you didnât already drive him to do things he never once considered. Oh, now? With you like this? He would die ten times more for you and you alone, if he could, anyway.Â
âDo you not recognize that I would have drained you to death, if I didnât want you here with me?âÂ
He lifts his head now, looking at you with so much adoration.Â
âYouâre not a simple meal, when will you understand that?â
And when you snicker at his desperate praise, he cannot fucking control the feelings within him.
âYour little floral friend is going to be devastated,â He admits with a rumbled voice, alluding to the inevitability of him coming here tonight. âYouâve begged me for this, and now Iâm begging you.âÂ
You pause, feeling the butterflies in your stomach release in a deep breath.Â
âDie for me.â Sunghoon whispers, dragging that same wandering hand straight between your legs and dipping into the wet heat heâs been missing so badly. No blood, just thick, hot, wet slick. âI beg.âÂ
You can barely comprehend his words through that ice cold feeling of his fingers pressing into you. He hums in the silence, looking straight into your eyes with the question. Heâs very aware of the weight behind it too.Â
âMy love, please.â He continues, losing composure by the seconds as he feels how warm your wet walls are hugging his fingers. âNot in a thousand years have I wanted someone more than you.â
He continues pressing his fingers in, moaning himself at how good it feels, only to feel your moan fan against his cheeks in turn. Itâs something that drives him only further from the self-control he fought so hard to keep. That warm breath represents the life within you that he intends to snuff out. If at all, to keep you forever.Â
âAnd not for a thousand years moreââ Heâs starting to babble, his once clear thoughts racing at being surrounded by everything that is you. âPlease.âÂ
And his fingers only quicken with his thoughts, rendering you unable to answer even if you tried. The idea and confirmation in his head of not truly killing you drives him wild. It would be death, nonetheless, but not true death. For weeks he has suffered over the thoughts, always telling himself that he would never fate someone to a death such as his own.Â
But you, oh you. The sublime blood within you pulled him harder than he believes he pulled you. Never in his thousands of years has he experienced such a thing, nor did he know such blood existed within a person. It drives him to feel for you. To adore you. To be entirely enamored with the fact that you have shattered him from within at both the thought of losing your blood, but wanting to take all of it.Â
Still, he craves the taste of you to such an extent that you truly will die tonight, whether itâs against your will or not. Itâs too late for him to reason with himself, feeling your walls wrapped around his fingers, seeing you act so mischievous towards his antics from before. At this point, just a blink of time compared to how long heâs lived, the decision is clearer than anything he thinks heâs ever had to choose.Â
If he canât have all of your blood, youâll waste it on a death not nearly as beautiful as he can offer.Â
If he can have all of your blood, perhaps he doesnât have to lose you along with it. After all, itâs not just the blood at this point that makes him feel like a blood-drunk beast. No, no, no. Itâs everything that is you. Your skin, the secretions of your body, the way your hands grip and the way your eyes blink. Blood-drunk, yes, but more so just drunk on you.
He can settle without the breath and without the blood if youâre willing to share meals with him for the remainder of time this earth has in the universe.Â
Sunghoonâs mind is racing at the thought. Working too fast for him to focus on everything at once, but he tries. Tucking his fingers deep, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck and inhaling as deeply as he can.Â
Youâre feeling like youâre on top of the world in the way he falls apart on you, unable to comprehend that this is actually happening. Every word heâs said to you rings in your ears as if it were spoken in a language you canât understand. With his fingers working you open, with his lips on your skin rather than his fangsâŠ
You feelâŠdifferent. Like he feels differently.Â
And you canât stop yourself from basking in the thought that he killed that woman. What was once jealousy that he didnât want you enough to kill you has twisted and morphed into the thought that he kept you alive because he couldnât stand not having you.
Every whispered word confirms it, and still you canât comprehend fully what it is heâs trying to say.Â
So, you focus and try to comprehend the feeling in your body that heâs offering instead. You have yearned for this cold within you. Missed it so badly you went insane.Â
To think youâd ever truly get over him is arguably more insane than wanting him to kill you at all.
âDid you hear me?â He whispers against your ear, shoulders shifting with each plunge of his fingers, other hand clinging to your waist so tightly, almost pulling you to him. âYou could be beside me,â He moves his lips across your neck, resting his lips against the moan you let out. âForever.â
Oh, it clicks.Â
And just as it clicks, he can hear your heart rate gushing the same blood he intends to take from you in full. Gushing, rushing through each vein and valve within you. Oh, he could truly devour you whole with how youâve deprived him of this. He could leave not a trace of you left for the world to remember, but no. That would be worse than the beheadings that haunt his nightly visions.Â
The sound of it rushing through you, god, it makes him feel like a mad man. He canât help but prevent your timid answers in the midst of red hot desire. He pulls his hand out of you, spreading his palm against your healed thighs instead and spreads your legs out wide from under him.Â
Heâs quick to move down. No kissing, no biting, nothing like what he wants to do. He needs to satiate his desire somehow, and he doesnât want to waste a single drop of your blood until the time comes.Â
And when he pulls your sleep-shorts and panties off of you, heâs immediately licking a languid stripe up your glistening cunt. He remembers how it looked in red, the thought sending his body into overdrive at the taste of you now compared to that night.Â
Still so sweet. Almost as good as the blood. Ah, it serves as a reminder that perhaps he can give up the blood after taking it from you. This alone is enough. So creamy, so slippery.Â
Yes, yes. A confirmation. Itâs you, not just your blood. Itâs you he wonât live without. Your mind, your voice, the wet you spill, the cum youâll let him fuck out of you.Â
Itâs always you.Â
And he hums into it, licking into you as far as his tongue can manage. He braces both hands on your thighs just to spread them further, skewing his head to reach deeper, deeper, fucking deeper. Tasting you, smelling you, utterly obsessed with you.Â
All you can do is shoot your hands down, forever waiting to feel his teeth sink into you but only feeling pleasure. So much pleasure. All of his freezing body parts just send consistent shivers up and down your spine. Itâs like you can feel him under your skin when he does this, even with his hair tangled in your fingers as if youâre appreciating him for all of it.Â
Itâs so good. With the way he doesnât need to breathe. He keeps his tongue in you, and even still you feel as if you donât need your clit stimulated at all with the way heâs working his mouth so aggressively. And itâs good with the way his fingernails dig into your skin not yet enough to cause blood, unlike before. Good with the way he hums into you through it all, the same way he did when heâd feed on you.
Ah, itâs just, itâs good. Itâs dreamy. All of it feels like a fantasy up until he does pull back.Â
You look down in time with him looking up, those pretty eyes no longer looming and dark. Still crazed to an extent but you know theyâre for you.Â
âSunghoon,â You whisper out, watching him closely with the way his eyes roll back at even hearing his name on your tongue so prettily. âWhy arenât you feeding?âÂ
You feel his fingernails leave more half moon shapes in your skin at the question. His eyes open in a half-lidded stare at you now, lips falling slack.
He looks so pretty, with the wet coating of his plush and pretty lips, your hands still tangled in his hair.Â
He still just looks at you. He doesnât breathe, doesnât blink, and doesnât answer.Â
âYouâre so quiet now.â You comment, feeling shy with the way he stares at you rather than your open pussy right in front of his mouth. âSay something.â
And within a single blink, his face is right up against yours, one hand still keeping your leg spread open, the other pinching your chin as he continues to stare.
âLet me have you.âÂ
You hear his words clearly this time, breath caught in your throat up until he kisses it out of you. He breathes you in deeply, trying to drown himself in all that is your life before what he will inevitably do.Â
âLet me.â He pleads again, his eyebrows falling as if heâs in genuine pain to say it.Â
Your arms reach around his neck, staring at him with so much confirmation in your eyes. Youâd let him have anything he wants. Anything.Â
And he groans at you, releasing your chin just to reach down to get his length out, appearing as though looking at you like this alone is enough to make him crumble to dust. Heâs been aching this whole time too, since before he even left the cathedral. Borderline edging himself from both the pleasure of your body wrapped around him and the pleasure within you that would satiate his hunger just for a moment.Â
He misses the feeling of you so badly. The warmth, the slide, the way you cling to him like nothing he could do would scare you.Â
JustâŠ.one last time, he wants to feel warm.Â
And he chases for the heat inside of you, sliding in without breaking eye contact, without waiting, without savoring it.Â
It knocks the breath out of you again, forgetting just how cold it is when he settles in deep. So fucking deep.Â
You wince in pain before moaning out to him, whispering his name in a drawn out sigh.
âAh, my love,â He groans at your reaction, his hips immediately moving. âMy pretty, pretty, love.â Your walls hug him so perfectly, taking every inch with just a tiny wince. âWill you still sound so lovely?â
You donât understand the question, but you nod to him, wanting nothing more in this moment than to prove your worth to him. To please him.Â
Such an insane woman, he thinks. Letting him take you and have you in whatever way he wishes. Whether living or dead, he truly believes every mindless nod you give to him. Itâs clear, youâre just as deeply infatuated with him as he is with you.
Both of you would give and take happily, no matter what it is.Â
And fuck he can feel your living pulse against him with each fast and torturous thrust, snapping his hips so quickly into you. He canât help but fuck hard and with purpose. Slamming in and out with echoed slaps and mindless groans.Â
Everything that you are could end him in an instant and all you can do is moan out for more.Â
Oh, he gives it. Of course he does. He will give you anything. Everything.Â
And it only becomes harder to resist when he kisses against your lips again, swallowing each moan of his name, exhaling it back out to you with the sound of your name. A mantra of two people, facing only death together and loving every heart-wrenching second of it.Â
The cold within you flourishes with each sound in his throat, you squeeze around him, your legs hug against him, your arms wrap tightly against his neck as he kisses you. Your body canât withstand the speed of his cock slamming into you for much longer without coming undone.
And he doesnât stop, seemingly never growing tired. Up until he feels your body clench entirely around him, he clings back at you at the feeling, whispering handsome words and proud promises.Â
âAlready?â He grunted out first, hearing your blood rush and your muscles tense. âAh, can hear it rushing through you, let it go, love.âÂ
And you do, you let it go despite wanting it to last longer. So, so much longer.Â
He lends you a choked and inward groan at the way you react to his relentless thrusts, flexing his abs and pointing his cock as deeply into you as he can reach. And for the second time, Sunghoon feels the warmth of you spill over him. Prettier than the blood, your voice so, so, sexy choking out a string of curses just for his ears to adore.
âThere you go.â He coos through it with his own groans, savoring every squeeze and squelch, adoring the sounds you make for him.Â
And as he watches, he canât help the feeling inside of him. Your heart is beating so fast through the pleasure only he can offer you, and he keeps doing it. Fucking you through the orgasm only to not stop after the fact either.Â
Itâll be the last time heâll ever feel heat like this on him. He can fuck any and every victim, but none will feel as good as you. Partially because you arenât being manipulated, he has no hold on your mind right now. Youâre not gripping and moaning because youâre in a daze, youâre doing it because you fucking want it.
God, having sex for the sake of sex is something he hasnât done in a long time before you. Enjoying in the pleasure, fucking suffering through all of it. Truly, for him, if this is the last time your body will be warm, heâs going to take his goddamn time making sure youâre well aware of just how good you could have it if you let him keep you forever. Cold and dead, heâll still love the feeling of your body.
So much that still, even with your orgasm dripping all over him, he pushes and he pushes. Thinking only of how he plans to drain you in more ways than once tonight. He can hold off for as long as he can with his own pleasure, because this alone is fucking bliss.
And he doesnât care if heâs knocking the breath out of you, only because he knows that soon enough, youâll never have to worry about breathing again.
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Youâre unsure as to how long Sunghoon has been lying with you like this, but you were able to get a bit of rest against him. Even with your fingers feeling like ice wrapped up in his, you feel safe and at home here.Â
Not because you are at home, but because heâs here with you.Â
The night outside your window tells you that youâve not been sleeping for long, but you can barely recall coming to your bedroom at all with him. He must have carried you here and cuddled himself up against you.Â
You stir in his grasp, peeking an eye up at him.Â
âYouâve rested enough?â Sunghoon smiles at you with saddened eyes, his pupils still blown and hair an absolute mess. Â
You shift against him, turning to face him entirely.Â
As he looks at you, all he can do is remind himself that heâs never considered fating someone with this curse until finding you. With your pretty jealous words and your intense need to have him take you out of this world all together. Never has he given the chance for another person to know him so deeply and have them react with only fondness and desire.Â
This is his chance, isnât it? To find forever?Â
As monstrous as he is, he does still have desire. The feeling of loneliness isnât meant to be grown accustomed to. For him at least. All of his fellow vampires have companions, and he swore heâd never do that to another person.Â
Perhaps itâs because many of the vampires he has mingled with took their companions by force. He could see the disdain in their eyes, and thatâs not something he thinks he could live with. But you donât look at him like that. You slept soundly next to a man wanting to kill you. Actively struggling not to do it with each and every breath you take.Â
And oh, since the start of his curse, the need to taste that last famed drop lured him to every meal heâs feasted on up until now. Such a delicious flavor, truly the best sensation running down his throat. To have you offer that last little sip to him? Ah, fuck.
 The feeling in his stomach flutters at the thought of turning someone for the first time. Knowing that someone will be you. Knowing that you wouldnât be a companion filled with resentment and agony at your new life.Â
Itâs electrifying. Like his heart could beat again at any second because you truly make him feel like heâs never experienced death at all. Despite being surrounded by it, despite experiencing it himself, despite taking lives daily for thousands of years.Â
Itâs amazing to him, to love someone so much heâs willing to fate them with eternal thirst, congealed blood, glitter and gold, beautiful and ugly, accidental lures before intentional ones.Â
Death.
Vile, cold, damp skin. Safe light of the moon, dust in the sun. The only threat is that of life itself.
Light. Sharp pointed dogwood stakes. Beheadings.Â
ButâŠa companion.
The life he could live with you, oh the joy that runs through him is far too beautiful. The forever life. Eternity. Living through it all, far surpassing the roaches and bacteria of this earth. With you.Â
So many things youâve forced him to understand. Loneliness, despair, want, need, envy. Itâs been so long since heâs entertained petty mortal feelings, but you forced them into him and out of him. The only need heâs grown accustomed to was hunger and thirst. Never love, or warmth, or want.Â
Oh, forever. The two of you could starve after draining every living soul. All it takes is for him to take that last gush of blood from you.Â
Without the lure. Without the manipulation.Â
Never would he perform the rite without your pleasant voice telling him to. Never would he want to spend eternity with a woman so luring who would want nothing more than to be the blade slicing through the bone in his neck.Â
That legendary, utterly delicious, last drop of blood that heâs tasted so many times before. Itâs different this time only because the blood isnât for him and him alone now. He has to share it, and it pains him to know that none would taste quite like yours.Â
The hardest part would be controlling his instinct of swallowing it instantly, rendering you dead and unmoving for the eternity he wishes to have you.Â
A new feeling.Â
Anxiety.Â
Your death would be slow, a cold and dreary one, but it wouldnât be lonely. Heâd make sure you feel so good through it. He wouldnât spill a drop. Youâd be clean, avoiding a gruesome death otherwise.Â
And time would be against him, because upon taking that last drop, heâd barely be able to savor it before continuing the rite. A final sip that he canât even swallow. A final sip that must be fed to you. Blood leaving your veins only to slide down into your emptied stomach through dead lips.
There, a final exhale, and then forever inhales.Â
Youâd look so beautiful dying next to him. Heâd hold you through it.Â
Is fate so dreary in a moment like that? Where is he feeling something akin to love for the first time in lifetime after lifetime? Is he selfish to need you so badly?Â
âYou could have it all.â He inhales the words at your drowsy face nearing sleep again. The silence you lended after his last comment kept him in his head, and now he wants out of it.Â
He hugs against you so tightly, trying to keep you awake despite knowing he likely fucked you too long and too hard. Â Still, he wants to encourage a life with him for you.Â
âI can give it all to you.â
Youâre silent at his words as you listen to him. You soak them into your sleepy head and smile.
âSunghoo-â
âI beg of you.â He answers for you, grabbing your face tightly and landing an immediate kiss against your lips. A deep kiss, one thatâŠoh. Heâs crying.Â
You feel the cold wet hit your cheeks as he kisses. He does it before you can even move your own lips against him, but you do start to kiss him back. Your brows furrow in concern at this new emotion heâs showing to you, but your handles are gentle when you caress his cheeks through it.Â
âDie for me.â He whispers through the kiss, trying not to let you pull back at the words. He knows now that you heard them loud and clear.
Oh.
Why is there nothing in this world that you want more?
âItâll only hurt for a little while.â He tries to make it sound pretty with his soothing whispers, not yet realizing that he hasnât cried in several centuries. âYouâll come back.â
âAre you asking me toâ?â You breathe out for him, once, twice, and then never finish what you were trying to ask simply because he makes himself very clear.
âYou can be like me, my love.âÂ
Your body pulses in fear, but the adrenaline hits you in all the right spots as you break eye contact to cling instead, this time shoving your nose up and against his neck. Wanting nothing more than this dead skin, needing nothing more than a man who wants to kill you.Â
But Sunghoon doesnât want to end you, no. He wants to keep you forever.Â
And forever is different with Sunghoon. Itâs never ending.Â
Are you even prepared to never see an end? With the man whispering so sweetly to you? Absolutely.Â
Would a split second decision like this ruin your life forever? What's forever anyway? When you have many lives to ruin and many more to deem a success if you choose to go with him.Â
Die. Only to live forever?Â
You nod once, then you shake your head. His arms wrap around you tightly at your indecisiveness. Heâs content enough just knowing youâre considering it and truly, heâs trying to be patient. Waiting and well aware that the question is likely the hardest decision youâll ever need to make.Â
âIâll beg again and again.â He whispers, feeling your panicked lips try to calm your breathing against his neck. Still, youâre clinging to him tightly and it makes him feelâŠhappy. âI cannot fathom a death for you thatâs not this. Forever gone from me.âÂ
You shake your head again, but thenâŠyou nod.Â
âWill it hurt?â You ask, feeling your heart rate threaten to kill you before Sunghoon even gets the chance himself.Â
âTremendously.â He chuckles at the ignorance, though even he barely remembers the pain himself these days.
 âOnly for a little while, darling. I told you.â He licks his lips, anticipating the blood running through you to run through him soon. The hunger is almost overcoming him now and if you donât agree, he very well may end up killing you regardless.
And the thought pains him.Â
If there was ever a time to hold himself back, itâs now.
âDonât die without me here with you. Now or ever.â He continues in a sweet voice, trying to control the wavering breaks his throat is trying to force out of him.Â
âCan IâŠâ You stop yourself, squeezing your eyes shut. âCan I have a minute to think?âÂ
âOh course,â He smiles to hide his frustration, pulling you back by your shoulders and sitting himself up against your bed. âBut, the sun rises in three hours, and thatâs three hours of fighting my urge to do it without your confirmation.â
You pause, finding comfort in the fact that heâs willing to suffer through your inevitable acceptance. Thereâs no way youâll end up saying no to him, only because of how badly it hurt when you walked away from him. It rotted within you for weeks, and even when you thought you were betterâŠall he had to do was stand outside your door to have you running to be in his arms.
Whatâs a bad decision when you could have lifetimes to make up for it? Even if said decision is what gives you those lifetimes. Heâs asking for you to stay with him. To be with him. Isnât that what you want?
But to dieâŠ
And you only cling to him through the fear, hoping he can save you from what heâs offering. Heâs the comfort and the ultimate end.Â
Or, perhaps, the ultimate beginning.
Youâre not sure. You only found out vampires are real like two months ago. Itâs not exactly something you can comprehend so quickly, but it is something you know you want more than anything if it means you can be next to Sunghoon.Â
âWill it ease your fear if I talk about what itâs like to be me?â Sunghoon offers both a reason to give you insight, as well as distract his own mind during this moment of distress.
You nod immediately, hugging yourself so tightly to his side and trying to keep your nose up and against him simply because that brings you the most comfort. Smelling the faint cinnamon, feeling him against you.Â
âIâm the first of my family to reside here, but Iâve been here for thirty years. Commoners arenât aware as I try to remain hidden save for when I need to hunt.â He starts, continuing after hearing the way your heart calms. âBut, city officials know very well who I am, and where I come from.âÂ
You listen, trying to take in his words as truth rather than fantasy.Â
âI was born in seventeen thirty eight, overseas. Every few hundred years Iâll relocate simply because it becomes boring watching the same country grow and be destroyed. I ran from many wars, have lived many lives.âÂ
Oh. Okay.
âI know every language. Iâve lived every life you can imagine, worked every job you can think of to rid myself of boredom.âÂ
âSo you werenât always pretending to be a priest?â You try to make light of the fear within you, almost, somehow, wanting to snort at his choice of current lifestyle.Â
âAh, no.â He chuckles for you, rolling his eyes at how you mock him in the face of your own death. âI was a banker before this, I despised it. Only lasted about seven years before relocating here.â
A pause, you hear him chuckle.Â
âI really despise numbers.â
In the calmness of his voice, within his gentle grasp, you feel comfortable.Â
âDid you come for the cathedral?âÂ
He nods, holding you against him even tighter.
âHistory is protected, whether it be land, buildings, or people. It felt fitting to be a priest if I was to stumble inside parading as a drunken man needing a place to stay.âÂ
âHow did you become, uh, what did she call you? Master?â
âAh,â Another scoffed chuckle at your ignorance. âDid you believe them to be alive?âÂ
You freeze, body stiffening at the shock. They were fucking dead?! This whole time?!
âI slept in a cathedral full of fucking vampires?!âÂ
âYou did.â He smiles. âBut they are very well aware of whatâs mine.â
He loves the way your face looks when you process words. He is more aware than you think of how insane all of this must sound to you. Yet, still, he has never truly lied to you.Â
âThey needed an order, so I brought that order. Thus, Master.â He smiles as he motions towards himself with you still in his grasp, as if heâs playfully boasting his own intelligence over the vampire-nuns.Â
You pull back to look at him, feeling a bit calmer now in the way he describes countless lives and knowledge. You canât experience any of that with the life you have right now. In fifty to sixty years youâll be in an urn on your motherâs fireplace.Â
Why would you want that when you could be in a bed with silk sheets? Or perhaps by then youâll be able to travel elsewhere with Sunghoon, finding new beds with even softer sheets.
And only now do you realize that Sunghoon didnât put you in danger at all. In fact, he knew he was dangerous and forced you to live. Even when you asked him to kill you. HeâŠ
Oh. Wow.
âNow, what is it, you think, that made you so special in regards to that woman you found me with? What is it, love? What do you believe kept me from ending your life to sustain my own?â And goddamn does it feel good to finally say it. Sunghoon loves the feeling of the words coming out of his mouth, finally spilling it all to you and seeing you only react with cheeky curiosity.Â
âWhy is that? Can you tell me?â
Youâre silent as you think of his questions, unable to answer at all. Â
âNoâŠâ You breathe out, knowing he can feel the hot breath against him only because his hand squeezes your waist.Â
âI suppose after how long Iâve wandered this earth, even I am left with curiosities and questions too.â He smiles when he says it, thankful to know he hasnât yet experienced everything there is. âIâd like to know why you have this hold on me too, darling.â
âMaybe itâs because I want it?âÂ
âPerhaps, yes. If you didnât I likely would have savored every ounce of you already and for that, I should be thankful.âÂ
He shifts now, pressing you down against your bed and hovering over you with dark and sparkling eyes. His lips immediately go to your neck with the hunger he feels. Talking isnât enough anymore. Holding you isnât enough. He hasnât eaten in days, and the fact that he could hold off even until now is strange to him.Â
âUnlike many, you do not seek deathââ He drags his lips against your skin, relishing in it. âYou exist alongside it happily, you welcome it.â He continues to talk, his teeth now retracting against your skin and leaving little swollen scratches with each drag. âPerhaps had I not chosen to be a priest during this lifetime, youâd have already said yes.âÂ
âA singer? A dancer? Anything you wish for, Iâll become.â He smiles when he feels the goosebumps plump up under his teeth, and itâs so, so, hard not to bite. âSo, wonât you stay? â
He listens so closely to your heart and breathing, nearly moaning at the need for it.Â
âWatching you wither to death by anything other than my own teeth would surely have me seekinga dogwood.âÂ
Ah, so the fantasy movies and novels arenât all wrong? So strange, truly, that he lives in a cathedral of crosses made from the very wood that could kill him.Â
âWe could be anything, go anywhere, dine on meals you merely taste but never need.â
He nods his head against your skin, hoping youâll nod along with him, knowing that you will.Â
âYou could be mine, forever.âÂ
Youâve accepted him already, you just havenât said so yet. He doesnât mind sweet talking you though, reminding you of everything he can and will provide.
And to you, every single word he mutters is pretty, and everything you could ever need or want is right here.Â
âI could be yours, forever.â
âI thinkââ You breathe out, hands now reaching up to scratch through his hair. âthere is nothing I could want more than this.â
And the moment he gets that final word of confirmation out to you, he bites. The words you mutter drive him to it. He couldnât even kiss you in appreciation simply because his instinct takes over. He lets go.Â
Finally, he can let go.Â
The need to control himself is no longer here, and it feels astounding.Â
The sting is deep and it rings within you so loudly that you could hear the puncture vibrate your brain. Your ears burn at the direct puncture, and already you can feel his hands bracing you through it. As if he knows heâs never bitten you so deep in your pulse point like this.Â
But the intention behind it somehow feels better than anything youâve ever experienced. This is what you were jealous of and now you can only agree with your past self. There was good reason to be jealous of feeling this from him. Except, unlike that woman, heâs holding you through it. Heâs grunting against your neck and swallowing large portions of your blood as the seconds pass. Losing himself with you. Almost as if heâs dying with you.
And he drinks, and drinks, and drinks, to the point your toes are feeling the sleep overtake them, then your legs, all the way up and down your body until your fingers are too weak to keep gripping against the locks of hair on the back of his neck.
You feel his fingers soothe you through the weakness when he pulls back, keeping his promise of not wasting a single drop. There is no blood smeared on him, only a trace of it on his inner lips as he watches your weakened expressions.Â
He isnât intentionally draining you so quickly, butâŠfuck. The blood. That glorious scent and taste was already too much to bear, but now? Knowing he gets all of it save for the best and final sip? He genuinely canât help it. Controlling himself now after how long heâs held back?Â
Darling, you asked for this.Â
And his body reacts in aroused euphoria. Already he feels an orgasm bubble up just witnessing you die for him. Even then, he barely feels the heightened pleasure because the mind, dead or not, simply cannot comprehend the pure potent pleasure heâs experiencing.
He spills out all over himself, while you spill out for him. Your life, your very being.Â
How can he not be terribly, horrifyingly, utterly stupendously in love with you?Â
âMy love, the light in your eyes will come back soon.â He smiles as he watches what happens to you through this, and then throws his head back in manic pleasure with a deep and animalistic moan. Arguably, even his eyes hold more life than yours right now.Â
So, so beautiful.Â
Youâre too weak to speak, but you shake your head. Nothing is a pain to lose, nothing except him.Â
And you find comfort in the way he sinks his teeth right back into those puncture marks. Sucking more and more out of you with a content smile on his face. He doesnât think he could ever feel happier, knowing youâre giving him everything, and he wants nothing more than to return the favor to you.
Oh, how he wishes it were you sucking the life out of his veins. Youâd be so gentle, youâd look so pretty losing your mind like he is right now.Â
You continue to feel your body grow numb, up to the point that your heart rate slows at the loss of blood. To the point you can tell heâs sucking harder and harder just to get more. You feel a weight shift inside of your body, it writhes and chokes every inch of your innards.Â
Shrivelling, spiraling, cramping.Â
If you could curl in on yourself right now, you would, but youâre too weak even for that. You canât even twitch a finger against Sunghoon at this moment as you feel everything within you dehydrate and search for life.Â
It hurts.Â
Badly. So badly that at this moment, you canât remember a single thing that has ever felt good. In fact, everything is painful. Life is painful and horrifyingly full of things that will hurt you. ButâSunghoon is here. That much, you still recognize. Even through the pain, and even through the twisting inside of you, he remains constant. Heâs soothing you through it well past the comprehension of your dying brain.Â
You canât shiver at the loss of warmth, but you do try to take a breath. Working your weak body to near exhaustion just at the act of trying to expand your lungs. And oh, you canât even open your eyes at the way the last breath doesnât come. You must have lost it already.Â
And then, darkness.Â
Nothing.Â
And it feels like this for an eternity. Nothing to see, nothing to feel, nothing to fear or love.Â
Absolutely fucking nothing. And to think humanity has built governments off promised afterlifes? To think anything ever mattered in the first place? The emptiness soothes and relieves your still working soul, wisping in the darkness for eternities more it seems.Â
To the point names and faces leave you, and all you can think, feel, or hear is that of unfilled space and pure, deafening, silence. You cannot feel content, or peace, or happiness here. You just feel nothing. And it truly feels good to be nothing.Â
Until there's warmth. You feel it somewhere hugging you, or perhaps inside of you? Do you even have a body to hold warmth now within this vast void of darkness? Why do you hear�
Feelings come back to you tenfold. Seemingly experiencing everything youâve ever felt and lived through all at once. That deafening silence becomes louder, louder, louder, untilâ it flourishes in the pit of your belly.
So much chaos within you. Swirling and bubbling in such a way that it fucking blooms in this darkness. You feel like youâre burning, freezing, dying, living, fucking drowning all at once.Â
That flourish forces the nothingness out of you. As comfortable as this place is, there is nothing and you want something. You need something. You craveâŠsomething.
A little dribble running down your throat leaving a trail of warm, blooming heat. As if you just swallowed a sun-ray itself. Only now can you feel your body again enough to know where the heat is coming from. It blossoms within you, increasing each sense within your body tenfold.Â
It doesnât hurt.Â
Only now do you recognize that itâs silent again, as if you were slammed into a wall by the force of the god you now know does not exist. You feel yourself restrict under skin, you feel cold, you feelâŠheavy.Â
And the silence is still too loud to be so restricted. You miss the sounds of what you must have unintentionally listened to every waking moment of your life. The only true soundtrack of a living, loving, and heat-radiating being.Â
No heart-beat. No whirring of blood. No rumbling in your stomach. Nothing.
And yet still, it doesnât hurt.Â
Just a bouquet in the pits in your belly. Your precious life, all summed up in that single diluted sip of blood.Â
And somehow, someway, you regain your strength faster than it took for you to lose it. You open your eyes on instinct and the world is glowing. Sunghoon is glowing. As lifeless as you are, and as empty as your brain is at this moment, you reach out to him immediately.
But he has yet to let go of you since all of this started. He stayed. He held you, just like he said he would.Â
âDid it hurt badly?â Sunghoon calls out to you, helping your mind awaken again.Â
He barely remembers the pain he went through when it happened to him. Truly, pain is so temporary, so meaningless to indulge but, the curiosity still sits with him.Â
After watching you for upwards of two hours to both die and come back to life, he canât help but wonder if it was anything like what he experienced.Â
Even with that curiosity though, seeing you open your eyes for the first time in your new life fills Sunghoon with overwhelming glee. To the point he feels like a child, wanting to ask so many questions, thoughts shifting from this, to that, up until all his thoughts run together and all he can do is squeeze you in his grasp.Â
Heâd have pulled down the stars if he could just so it could be your first view of the afterlife with him. But alas, he couldnât step away even for a moment. He needed to be with you, not just for your sake, but his own.Â
Youâre cold now, but oh, the blood within him could satiate him for hundreds of years. Itâs gone from you now, and he fears not missing it. Not when youâre here. Not when you chose to be here with him.Â
You weakly nod to him, amazed at being able to do it again. Already the pain youâd previously felt feels like a long lost memory as you stare back at him.Â
âIâm sorry.â He smiles through the apology, unable to pretend he means the words at all. âI didnât intend to drain you so quickly. My poor love, you must have felt miserable.âÂ
You nod again, feeling him so tightly against you.
Only just realizing that heâs holding you. Your body, itâs coming back to you. You can feel sensations again.Â
âI feelââ Your voice cracks with a dry throat and you inhale.
On instinct, you try to exhale but your throat just gets drier and drier.Â
âIââ
Sunghoon coos, shushing you with a gentle kiss. Lending you his own saliva because if thereâs one thing he can remember, itâs the act of learning how toâŠnot breathe.Â
âSlowly, love, slowly.â He smiles when he pulls back, watching you swallow around his gift and instantly droop your eyes again.Â
âYouâve only just died and you have all the time in this world to speak, no need to do it now.âÂ
And heâs right. Youâre spinning, yet balanced. Fuzzy yet smooth. You are everything and nothing at this moment with your glowing after-death aroma. Sunghoon smiles, cradling the back of your head.Â
Finally, heâs gotten to drink you in full. No true death, and he feels more elated than he ever expected. Almost lulled to sleep at the scent of you disappearing. Never will he taste your blood again, but you. He has you now. Knowing you had a taste at all is enough. Knowing that he has broken for you enough to beg you.
To beg you to die for him just to be with him on a level deeper than thirst.Â
Never once has he wanted someone like this.
And never once had he expected you to agree with him.Â
The moment is sweet with him, and still youâve yet to comprehend the truth reality of your life now. You know at least, that it could take longer than youâd have had previously to figure it out. You did this to be with someone, and that someone is right here next to you. Smiling, clinging, seemingly ecstatic to know heâs no longer alone.Â
A forever companion, truly this time.Â
And as sweet as the moment is, time still moves even after becoming ageless.Â
âThe sun will rise soon,â Sunghoon hums at your reluctant gaze at the window. âShall we go home?â
You would nod. Truly, you would, if it werenât for that suffocating scent entering your nose.Â
Roses? No, tulips?
Lavender?Â
Your belly pangs, a dry and itchy feeling overtaking your entire being. To the point that Sunghoon clinging to you canât even calm the itch. The world stops at the scent, so strong and sweet.Â
Sunghoon smells it too though, and he knows. Heâs experienced it time and time again, though heâs long since learned how to control it, clearly. He purses his lips in frustration. Youâve only just come back, and heâd very much like to get you home with him so that you can learn and grow accustomed to this life. You need to realize that you havenât even experienced the hardest part yet.Â
Disappearing.Â
After all, his intention was to hunt for you, teach you, comfort you. Thereâs so much to do now that the deed is done, and he hadnât prepared for interruptions such as this.
Unfortunately, he knows very well the thirst. You wonât be able to control it, especially considering he knows this scent too. He has to force himself to try and lend you alluring words, but they seem to go through one ear and out the other.Â
Your brain is empty at the scent.Â
âAh, what a turn of events.â He tics his tongue with a smile. âI smell him too.â
Your eyes do not reach Sunghoon at all, but he understands. Even with the jealousy in his gut.Â
A key clicking into a lock, a turn of the knob. The sound is amplified in your ears along with the scent.Â
âWake up and help me unload all this shit!âÂ
Oh, what a shame.Â
You really loved Jungwon.Â
âCan you smell it flowing through him?â Sunghoon smiles at the light in your eye now, endeared by the way scent ignites you entirely. As envious of Jungwon as he is to hold certain parts of you when he couldnât do it himself, seeing the way you react arouses him beyond belief.Â
Your first feeling of thirst.Â
âShall I greet him?âÂ
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Jungwon peers at the stoic figure that appeared from your bedroom. His first thought is that heâs going to kick your fucking ass because number one, this better not be who he thinks it is. And number twoâ
There is no number two. A mere three seconds after stepping into his new home with you, his mind goes fuzzy. Thinking only of you, of needing to see you, of needing to make sure youâre okay.Â
He wants to know if you slept well, and if you were able to have any sweet dreams without him here.Â
âJungwon, I take it?â Sunghoon lends him a lively smile, impressed by the pull you unintentionally lay on the guy.Â
âAh, yeah.â Jungwon weakly scratches the back of his neck before feeling his body move on its own. âWhere is she? I need to see her.âÂ
Itâs a pity, really, but Sunghoon has seen it time and time again with his own victims. A weak mind, one that is easily broken and even easier to lure. Itâs kind of cute really, seeing how breathing humans cling to what balances them.Â
He almost feels bad for taking you from Jungwon, but he doesn't only because he hates that he has to see you drink from someone you were attached to. He knows itâll hurt you when you realize, and he no longer wants to see you hurt after witnessing your death.
As beautiful as it was.Â
Jungwon truly chases you, stepping through the apartment and dropping everything in his hands without care. He heads straight to your room, swallowed in a somber smile and a welcome scent. One that he doesnât know is death.
âWonnie.â You rasp sweetly. âCome here.âÂ
Thereâs no reluctance within him, even upon hearing Sunghoon close the door behind him and lock it. Even when the man looms at the door, watching, narrowing his eyes at you in jealousy.Â
You ignore it as you grow enamored with Jungwon at this moment. Is this what his life smells like? So pretty, it truly fits him.Â
And it drowns out all of your thoughts. The flowers, like a fresh spring day with no worry. You think itâs your favorite smell in the world as you inhale him with each step he takes toward you.Â
For Jungwon, even upon feeling you grip his shirt, pulling him closer than heâs ever been to you without the excuse of comfort, he pays no mind. He missed this bubble he shared with you, the single night with his sister almost felt like agony to be away from you.
After all, the love he holds for you is truly deeper than romance. There is no need for any physicality between the two of you, yetâŠhe welcomes it at this moment. In fact, heâs entirely aroused, stiffening in his pants at the sheer blissful anxiety your uncanny smile and shining eyes lend to him.Â
Did you truly miss him so much?Â
âYou look so prettyâŠâ He trails off, closing his eyes as he feels you caress his warm cheeks. âYour hands are so cold, let meâahâÂ
Youâve never felt an instinct quite like this. You could truly hear it, the pulse of his heart. You can still smell his sweet scent, and you truly werenât in control of your own body when you gripped him, lifted, and sank your teeth right against his pulse point.Â
Jungwon moans at the bite, drifting off entirely at first contact.Â
All while Sunghoon continues to loom. Watching with weight in his pants. The way you bite so messily, spilling blood and wasting it as it trickles down Jungwonâs throat. The small sounds your mouth makes as you suck has him throbbing non-stop, to the point he almost needs to hold onto something just to keep from jumping on you, just to keep from tasting Jungwon himself.
And, oh, his pretty love, you have so much to adapt to.Â
It appears he does as well.Â
As he watches the furrow of your brows at the first taste falling to that of relief and pleasure as you drink, and you drink, and you drink, untilâ
Sunghoon smirks now, quirking his brow at how you stop yourself before he needs to step in and separate the two of you. In all honesty, he was unsure if heâd be able to give in and stop you either. After all, killing Jungwon now would prove easier than letting him live.
The fact that you stopped yourself though. Perhaps your mind grew more stubborn and strong-willed through death. He nearly cannot believe that you arenât draining the man dry right now.Â
And you arenât even sure yourself why you do. The feeling in your gut is full and satiated, but the grip Jungwon has on you only grows more and more limp. You love the way he clings as much as the taste, and even through his slumber, he clinged so tight.Â
Not so much now though, and that scared you. So, you let go.Â
If only because truly, you do love Jungwon. Enough to no longer pull him into your messes despite forcing him to become one at this moment. Whatâs even more scary is though, even with all of the endearment you held towards him in life, the feeling is only amplified now. These new bitter and floral scents pulsing through him makes you want to protect him from any leech wanting to drink it out of him.
Even if youâre the leech.Â
Ah, he tasted like honey suckle, and it dropped down your throat like honey too. Warm, gentle, pretty. Just like him.Â
And you have to continue to keep yourself from sinking your teeth into him. Your stomach is greedy, wanting more, but too in love with the life he has and willingly wanted to share with you as a best friend and forever comfort.Â
Forever for Jungwon is nothing but a moment to you now, but itâs one you hope he enjoys, at least.Â
And when you hold him against you, so weak and sound asleep, you look at Sunghoon. The tears fall so, so, cold against your cheeks. The heightened senses within you become overwhelming with the horrifying silence and intense smell of floral blood wafting through your nose.Â
âMuch like you, he wonât remember. You lured him deeply, love, did you know that? He was asleep from the moment he saw you.âÂ
You pause, nodding as the tears continue to fall.Â
âBrilliant.â He compliments now, moving to hold you as you cling to Jungwon.Â
âSunghoon, did my blood taste like that?âÂ
Sunghoon kisses you once, sucking Jungwonâs blood from your tongue.Â
âAh,â He chokes. âAbsolutely not.â
You pause at his scrunched nose.Â
âYou were much sweeter.â He whispers sweetly, fondly, tilting his head to kiss against you again, licking the mess of Jungwonâs blood from your lips, chin, and neck. Still, he chokes it down. âIâll miss it.â
âWhat did it taste like?â Your weak and dry voice falters repeatedly, but you need to speak right now.
âYou tell me.âÂ
You only slightly remember the flavor as you were brought back. Warm, blooming, spicy, sickeningly sweet.Â
âI have never tasted anything compared to itâŠâÂ
âExactly.â Sunghoon smiles, inhaling deeply and lending no breath against your skin when he scrapes his teeth there. âLike the sun.â He hums, nosing down to your neck and inhaling again, arms only slightly trying to push Jungwon out of your grasp. âLike the one thing that could get me killed.âÂ
You cling tightly to your best friend though, not wanting any more harm to come to him. Still, you stare at Sunghoonâs sweet words, finding yourself smiling at all that is to be gained rather than lost.Â
Your life. The light outside, the light in your eyes, the warmth.Â
Not Jungwon though.Â
âYou donât intend to leave him be, no?â Sunghoon furrows a brow at how your face rises for him, but falls instantly at inhaling Jungwonâs blood.Â
You frantically shake your head.Â
âWeâll figure something out, love.â He says now, looking away from you and doing his best to ignore the envy that fills him time and time again when this floral-boy is near.Â
He told you heâd do anything for you, give anything to you.Â
If that includes Jungwonïżœïżœ.
Ah, always so fucking stubborn.Â
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The sun rises and falls.Â
Repeatedly, for months.Â
Jungwon wakes himself with the warm sun hitting his face, the bed just as warm from his own body heat. He loves this space, and adores the way that even if itâs only him, he never feels lonely with that pretty smell in the air.Â
Every morning when he wakes up, and every night before he goes to bed.
The shock of learning the inevitable still hurts him from time to time, but still, he smiles with that dimple you threatened youâd steal right off his face if he chose not to show it to you.Â
His hand reaches to his neck, the single wound you gave him and apologized profusely for after. Itâs healed well.
And when his phone vibrates in the middle of the day, he wonders why youâre awake.Â
You: wonnie
Wonnie: wat
You: come over
Wonnie: was wondering why you were trying so hard. nearly suffocated this morning.Â
You: and you were fighting it? asshole
Wonnie: be over in a few, stinky
And as strange as it is, Sunghoon doesnât mind that you wouldnât let Jungwon go. After several conversations needing reassurance that youâre not trying to spend your forever elsewhere, anyway.
Really, to think youâd die for him but want someone else? Sunghoon truly is insane, but so are you.Â
And it works.Â
Because Jungwon loves insanity, even if he hates Sunghoon with a passion. Even if he can only see you with Sunghoon in the room too. Even if youâre dead.Â
Youâre still his best friend, and he doesnât mind helping you disappear as long as itâs not from him.Â
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not me accidentally making this a sunghoon ft.jungwon fic.Â
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ok i really really really enjoyed watching the first two episodes and i think the show is already so faithful to the books in ways the movies wished they were BUT iâm gonna be a bitch just because i can and rant about a few insignificant but at the same time very important Things the writers didnât Understand:
percy is angry.
and i know this is seen with his anger towards poseidon in the show, but iâm talking angry. as in, generally speaking. when heâs with grover and theyâre talking about nancy, percy says something along the lines of âwe should fight back,â and groverâs like ânoooo we canât stand up to bullies.â and then percy stands up to her and blah blah blahâŠbut in the books percyâs first line is âiâm going to kill herâ after she throws a sandwich at grover. grover talks him out of it because heâs already on probation.
with just this scene we know percy stands up to bullies, and thatâs partly why he has so much trouble at school! in the show, he stands up to nancy, apparently for the first time, and gets kicked out because of it! sorry but as someone who worked in a school, i know for a fact that kids can get away with so much more before theyâre actually kicked out lol. it wouldâve made sense, like in tlt, that heâs already at risk of suspension so him âpushingâ nancy is the final straw. itâs just very weird, considering it could be only a line of dialogue that makes percyâs anger and the connection between his outburst and him getting kicked out more clear.
consequently, percy arrives at his appartment and gabe is just a general (still admittedly abusive) jerk instead of a drunk, violent (also abusive) man. when we meet gabe, it makes a lot of sense why percy has so much trouble with his anger. itâs easy to see that connection. literal child + alcoholic abusive father figure = thereâs bound to be some troubleâŠ.thatâs not really the case in the show, especially in the way that sally easily stands up to him. people have said a fair bit about this topic already, so iâm not gonna expand on that, but i really wish the writers had focused more on percyâs internal anger, as itâs such an important part of his character and affects the way he reacts to things throughout the books; it just worries me that in the first episode it wasnât as established. i. e. he hates dionysus on sight because he reminds him of smelly gabe, he hates the godsâis angry at poseidonâbecause, where was he when my mom and i were suffering at the hands of smelly gabe? ok iâm not gonna talk about more of this or of sally because other people have said it and i could write a four page essay of what the show got wrong plus i want to talk abt other things before this gets too long:
the monster scenes.
the mrs. dodds being a fury reveal felt soooâŠweird? even the movie version did it better lol. it felt super rushed and strange how percyâs just standing there and the next heâs on the ground, but he had riptide with him so he just impaled her and then she turned to dust??? in the books, not only does she get percy alone, but grover tries to stand up to herâwhich is a big deal since he knows what she truly is and shows how much he cares for percy in that moment. percy has time to be genuinely terrified bc heâs alone with a literal monster and heâs about to dieâŠand chiron throws him riptide just in time, but then he too vanishes so percyâs left wondering if he imagined everything. but no, in the show mrs. dodds comes out of nowhere and attacks him, and itâs so fast that percy doesnât have time to dwell on wtf happened. the situation doesnât seem as serious as it does in the book; in the book she tries to interrogate percy bc she thinks heâs the lightning thief, and when she doesnât get her answer, she attacks him. this is another thing: the stakes. they donât feel as high in the show because thereâs no annabeth trying to ask percy what was stolen, no hellhound, no fates cutting a string, and no alecto/mrs. dodds interrogation. thereâs not much of a lead up to the quest, really.
theeen the minotaur scene, which also feels super weirdly paced and thereâs just not that same sense of urgency. again, other people have talked about this, so iâll just stick to another main concern of mine: groverâs role in the scene. it was so strange how in the book heâs semi unconscious and in the show heâs fine (so fine that sally does something completely out of character and makes grover swear to keep percy safe? she would never put that much pressure in a child???) ok so he seems fine in the show, but then when theyâre running percyâs holding him as if he canât walk???? theyâre not even fully sprinting, given that a monster is chasing them lol. (the problem with the stakes; i mean with the way they run and have an entire talk with sally makes it feel like theyâre not in any real danger).
back to grover: he was perfectly fine, and he got percy back safe. not at all like in tlt, where percy has to practically carry him back, after loosing his mom and killing the minotaur. THEN percy passes out and later wakes up at the big house. this is important, bc groverâs entire THING is being percyâs protector, and he couldnât do that properly bc he was indisposed. he felt awful. of course he did. his character arc is overcoming the guilt and insecuritiesâthat heâs not a proper protector and therefore canât search for pan; his main character motivationâby successfully completing the quest and helping percy retrieve the master bolt.
these are just little seeds that needed to be planted in the first two episodes of the showâŠso that the rest of the show feels cohesive and makes sense with what happens in tlt. if these character traits and scenes are looked over and not given proper importance/not replaced with something similar, then the show will have a different tone than it does to the books. i donât think itâs necessarily bad, but it is disappointing that the details sprinkled in the source material are lost in translation. they may have seemed insignificant to the writers, but not to meeee!!!!!!
#pjo adaptation#percy jackson#grover underwood#they shouldâve hired a couple of insane pjo girlies to read and revise the script. just saying!!!!
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âhoney, can you⊠leave me alone?â
â (sometimes, we all just need some downtime for ourselves)
â characters â zhongli, al haitham, diluc, kaeya, kaveh, thoma, albedo, wanderer, xiao
â tags â angst with comfort, established relationship, petnames
â a/n â oh wow! guys!! i wrote angst with comfort!!! guys!!!!!!! are you proud of me????? this is kinda self-indulgent bc i wrote this when i was just. tired. you know, those moments where you genuinely just want to shut down and be in your own company? yeah.
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zhongli smiles patiently. and if he judged that you would allow him to, he would place a kiss on top of your head before stepping away. his movements are graceful and calculated, amber eyes ever so observant as he watches the droop of your lashes and the downturn of your lips.
ah. youâre in that kind of mood.
with a firm nod, he promises to give you all the space you needed, as long as at the end of the day you return to his arms. a few hours or days of waiting would certainly make him miss you terribly, but zhongli is a patient man, and your well-being matters most.
âof course. youâll come to me when youâre ready, yes?â
al haitham understands your needs very well. contrary to most peopleâs beliefs, he would put them just as equally high - if not more - than his own needs most of the time.
he simply nods upon your words and, after much consideration, would place his soundproof headphones on your side before he leaves the room, carefully minding his footsteps as he walks towards kavehâs room to inform the architect of the situation and remind him to tone his antics down.
âalright. call me if you need anything.â
diluc would automatically ask you if something is wrong or is bothering you - itâs his protective instincts, donât blame him too much - but he knows not to probe further when you give him that look.
he offers for a maid to deliver your favorite warm drink later, and with one last comforting squeeze of his hand on top of yours, he leaves, his head full of questions and his heart set to spoil you rotten the moment you return to his side.
âadelinde? tell the maids to skip cleaning [name]âs study today. and tell the workers to be especially quiet when they walk about the second floor.â
kaeya might only have half the eyesight normal people have, yet heâs anything but inattentive, especially when it comes to you. he settles with a light, fleeting caress upon your cheek with his gloved hand, and he presses a tender kiss to your forehead before retreating, offering you a sympathetic grin.
âi got you, babe. iâll be at the office doing paperwork for once, but you can visit me anytime, okay?â
thoma holds back the urge to fuss over you like the mother hen that he is.
he knows about this habit of yours - sometimes lady ayaka exhibits the same behavior - so he knows he shouldnât be too worried. you always get over this eventually; what you need now is time, and just like any other point in time in your relationship, he is more than willing to accommodate all of your desires.
âdo you need me to sleep at the couch tonight? itâs really no trouble at all, love. anything that makes you most comfortable, okay?â
kaveh visibly pouts and looks like heâs about to cry when you ask him for such a request.
he canât help it, okay? he wants to hold and kiss and cherish you constantly! so having to deliberately spend some time apart from you is torture to him⊠plus, those tired eyes of yours hurt his poor empathetic heart more than anything.....
with a saddened nod, he fiddles his fingers and gives you a pair of wet puppy eyes.
âare you sure, baby? âŠ... you know you can tell me anything, right? âŠâŠ whenever youâre ready, okay, precious? iâll be in the living room, thenâŠ. come find me soon, okay, my love?â
albedo doesnât even bat an eye. heâs already long since memorized your behavioral patterns, and from your recent ventures, he did conclude that this was going to happen. all within expectations, he muses, yet he canât help but feel saddened at the exhaustion prominently displayed on your features.
with a soft smile, he places his specially curated âcare packageâ on your lap along with a gentle kiss on your cheek before exiting the room and hanging a âdo not disturb - contact albedo insteadâ sign right in front of the door.
âthere are a few snacks and calming scented candles inside, along with a few interesting puzzles and crafts. i thought you might like them and find them relaxing. iâll be at the lab - just send a message through sucrose or timaeus if you need me.â
wandererâs automatic response is a half-fearful, half-angry âare you fucking serious? hell no!â, but the second emotion is amplified when he sees the murkiness in your expression.
he swears to inflict pain upon whoever dared to put this expression on your face, but he falters when you explain your thoughts the best you can in your current headspace. eventually, with a scowl on his face and a gruff "fine.", the door closes behind him and he slides onto the floor. sure, you can shoo him away, but he has no intention to move from that spot until you reopen the said door.
ââŠ.. hmph. guess being a puppet is a good thing at times like these.â
xiao relates to your struggles far too well. he simply nods and teleports out from the room as fast as he could, not wanting his karmic debt to affect your mood further negatively.
throughout it all, your silent protector watches from afar and listens to the wind around you ever so cautiously. just because he agreed to give you space, it doesnât mean he canât continue to make sure youâre safe and sound, after all.
âunderstood. you need only call my name when you are ready to see me.â
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summary: the human custom of sharing clothes had been an unfamiliar one for jade, but he has always been a quick study
pairing: jade leech x gn! reader (both have graduated nrc, but a lot of this is reliving school memories)
warnings: fluff, implied smaller reader; i think it made more sense in my head but have it anyway bc i never wanna shut up about him, please applaud my restraint to not name this âboyfriend materialâ
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It was true that wearing clothes was a foreign feeling when Jade first came to the shore all those years ago. But he had come to like the human custom, no matter how tedious it might seem at times. Not only did he realise the way one dressed held a lot of power in the way one was perceived by others, it had also served him in making some fond memories.
The ones he remembered most vividly, however, were those which featured you at the centre of them. Through various means, like the course they had attended or familiarising himself with different types of media above sea level, Jade had learnt that sharing clothes was a thing done between close friends or romantic partners, often being hailed as a sweet gesture and being positively received by characters and audiences alike. So when you had caught the eelâs interest, he had decided to see what the fuss was all about.
Despite his tendency to curate situations which would bring about whatever outcome he desired, the first time the opportunity arose had been a happy coincidence. That day, it had started raining cats and dogs right as the bell signalling lunch break rang. Luckily, Jadeâs last class of the morning had been in the building the cafeteria was in, so he could watch in amusement as students swarmed towards the building with various forms of rain repellent keeping them dry- or not.
You had been one of the poor, unfortunate souls who had left their umbrella at the dorm that day, a point made abundantly clear by the way you had sprinted with your PE uniform jacket held over your head in a feeble attempt of shielding yourself. By the time you had made it into the dry hallway, your jacket had been absolutely drenched, the rest of your clothes not faring much better. Witnessing your predicament and seeing a chance to put his theory to the test, Jade had slinked over to your side.
âOya, if I had known you were this fond of water, I would have invited you to the Coral Sea before,â the eel had said, startling you with his sudden appearance. Your reaction had only served for the polite smile on his lips to grow a tad bit wider. âYet, here I was under the impression humans donât like getting their clothes wet. Perhaps I have been wrong?â
âYou know well enough this wasnât intentional, so drop the oblivious act, Jade,â you had sighed, rustling through your backpack for something and subsequently taking your eyes off him. âSo what do you want? If youâre trying to rope me into a deal over a little bit of rain, Iâll have to disappointââ
Something warm and dry had landed on your shoulders then, your gaze landing on the black fabric draped over your form first and wandering back to the tall student afterwards. With your mouth parted, opening and closing in the search of something to say, you had borne a strong resemblance to a fish out of water. Â
âI heard humans get sick easily after walking in the rain,â Jade had mused, tugging at his vest and shirt to make sure they sat correctly without his blazer, âand we wouldnât want that, would we?â
âWhat are youââ You had shaken your head, overcoming your initial confusion as you began shrugging the jacket back off your shoulders. At that point you had been sure he had some ulterior motive and you hadnât felt like picking up any shifts at Mostro Lounge that week. âI canât take this from you.â
âOh, but you can,â he had insisted with a smile, a gloved hand landing on your shoulder to keep the clothing in place. âIf you are worried about my health, I am most touched. However, us mers are used to the cold and therefore arenât as prone to catching one.â
âThat wasnât really what I was concerned about,â you had mumbled, crossing your arms. âIâm more worried about whatever strings come attached with this thing.â
âYou wound me. Do you really think I would abuse my fellow studentâs misery for personal gain?â Despite his words, he had chuckled at your resolute âyes, you wouldâ. The hand on your shoulder had pressed into your upper back then to bring you in closer in order to throw you off with the newfound proximity, disguised as shielding you from the throng of people heading to lunch. âIf this is what stands in between you and caring for your health, how about this: In return for accepting my blazer, you accompany me to lunch? Iâll consider us even then, I promise.â
You had studied the vice housewarden more closely, yet, as usual, his expression did not give anything away. Just then a chilly breeze had blown through the corridor, making you tremble as you instinctively pulled the blazer tighter around your body.Â
âFine, Iâll accept,â you had relented through chattering teeth.
âWonderful,â the eel had beamed down at you before guiding you forward, still with his fingers splayed over your upper spine. Students had parted like the sea when they had seen the second year approaching and it was a welcome change of pace from having to fight your way into a spot in the queue.
By the time you had found a table, you had slipped your arms through the sleeves of Jadeâs jacket to better hold your tray. And when you rolled up the excess fabric to properly use your cutlery, Jade finally realised why lending someone your clothes was a popular trope in various media.Â
To say the piece was ill-fitting was an obvious remark, with Jade easily being one of the tallest students around, you were practically drowning in his jacket. It had been eye-openingly endearing for him to say the least. And that was even without factoring in the expression on peopleâs faces when they realised whose clothes you had been wearing, the Octavinelle band around your left arm added to the context of the scene being a dead giveaway. Yes, as a born predator of the sea, a possessive side of him had revelled in the feeling of staking his claim over you in this way.
But he had shoved the notion down as you had asked him if he liked the food that day and how his morning had been. While he had been able to tell you were still a little wary, cautiously phrasing your responses at first, falling into a casual conversation with you was easy enough. When the anecdote of his brother doing something reckless again made you snort before laughing, he had filed it away as something he wanted to see and hear more of, especially when he was the cause for it.
Lunch had passed a little too fast for the morayâs liking but with one glance at his watch and then one at the still pouring rain, he had quickly devised a plan to monopolise your time to the fullest before returning to your classes.
âAllow me to walk you back to your dorm, so you can change before your next lesson,â Jade had smiled as he pulled out his umbrella, his arm hovering around your back as you had exited the cafeteria. âI assure you, this favour comes with no strings attached.â
Looking back at it years later, perhaps that last part had been a lie, though he was sure neither of you minded. Because after that rainy day, you had interacted more frequently with pleasantly changed feelings.Â
On Jadeâs side of things, he had been more fascinated with you and your reactions than ever and the image of you swaddled in his clothes had managed to stir these newfound emotions in him. You, on the other side, had started considering him as more than a devious loan eel and allowed the normally tightly locked thoughts and feelings for him to come out of their confinement little by little.
After playing cat and mouse for a while, you had taken all your courage, grabbed Jade by the collar and confessed, not able to withstand the tension and anticipation any longer. Of course, he had reciprocated your feelings in teasing delight, which, as your relationship had become public, had easily catapulted you up the list of the schoolâs lunatics in the eyes of many. But you couldnât have been happier and, the initial complexities of navigating a new relationship aside, Jade was a dream of a boyfriend if he wasnât hellbent on prodding and poking you for his own amusement.
So it came as no surprise that, during your school years, you had spent a lot of time at each otherâs dorms when Jade wasnât dragging you up some mountain with him. At that point, youâd felt as comfortable in his room as in yours, even if half of it was shared with the sentient tornado that was Floyd, leaving one half to be pristine and the other opposingly messy.Â
Jade fondly remembered the day you had come over to study for your upcoming potionology exam, your own dorm room too loud to concentrate and hoping to rope the merman into helping you with your prep questions, especially as his brother had been absent from their room that evening. While many regarded him as the sly and conniving one in the relationship, Jade had to admit you were very good at playing your cards right to where he found it increasingly hard to deny you. Perhaps this cheekiness was one of the things that drew him to you.
Considering you had given up on studying in your room pretty much immediately and had only grabbed your books before marching over to Octavinelle, you had still been in uniform when you joined him at his desk. Ever observant, Jade had quickly noticed the way you subconsciously pulled at the clothes or squirmed in your seat trying to get comfortable.Â
So being the amazing and reliable boyfriend that he was, he had fished some comfortable loungewear out of his closet; he had initially bought it to round out his collection of essential clothing items, though frankly, he didnât wear it much himself. With no plans to work at the Lounge that night, he had thought that it might be a good chance to give the comfy clothes another shot.
In retrospect, maybe he should thank your uncomfortable uniform.Â
When you had both changed into the loungewear, he had not only been amused by the way the shirt, which was a regular fit for him, engulfed your upper body or how you had rolled up the ends of his sweatpants. With some playful huffs at his teasing, you had gone back to work until you had finished writing your study notes, at which point you had relocated to his bed, Jade joining you soon after.
Sitting side by side, your boyfriend had taken to quizzing you to see how much you had retained until he had felt your head drop against his shoulder, which was the first time he had taken note of how late it had gotten. For a few moments he had done nothing but study the way your chest rose and fell with deep breaths, your slightly parted lips inviting him to trace his thumb over the curve of them in featherlight reverence. To think that he of all morays would ever be treated to such a peaceful fragment of mundanity, it had made a warmth tug at his heart the same way the waves rolled over the shore in a calming rhythm, which persisted to this day.
It had pained him to wake you again, so could get ready for bed, persuading you sweetly into staying the night. Though he regretted neither getting to see your half asleep face while you had brushed your teeth, nor how he had been able to pull you close to him under the covers, curling his arms around you as his fingers had wandered over the warmth of your skin under his clothes.Â
In the comfortable darkness of his room, you had exchanged hushed whispers and murmured confessions as you had settled in his embrace, lulled to sleep by the steady beating of his heart and the lips that had spelled promises of safety and adoration against your skin. And for Jade, tugged deep into the crevice of his heart, there had formed the image of a future where this domesticity was normality.Â
Years later, after graduation, Jade could proudly claim that this fantasy now lived at the forefront of his heart, that he could fall asleep and wake up to your body next to his, cradled by the allure of forever. After all, for no one but those closest to him would he be up with the rising sun to prepare breakfast, humming under his breath as he relived those memories. Though he considered all his efforts paid off when he heard you shuffle into the kitchen before two arms wrapped around his middle and your head leaned against his spine.Â
âGood morning to you too, pearl,â Jade chuckled as finished plating the eggs on two plates, then knowingly slid a fresh cup of coffee within your reach. âDid you sleep well?â
âI did, until someone decided to just leave me all by my lonesome,â you grumbled, detaching yourself from him so you could lean against the counter and take a sip of coffee, prepared perfectly to your liking. âI like seeing my beautiful husbandâs face first thing in the morning but alasâŠâ
As you stepped into his field of vision, Jade noticed you had chosen not to wear a piece of clothing of yours, but had instead plucked his black dress shirt from the chair he had draped it over the day prior. His dress shirt and nothing else. While it was long enough on you to hide what was for his eyes only, it still showed off the beautiful curve of your legs, ending tantalisingly around your thighs. The few buttons you had closed still displayed the sharp contrast between your collarbones and the softness of the skin peeking through below. It would be all too easy to slip the garment from your shoulderâŠ
âThat does seem rather unfair,â Jade agreed as he stepped in front of you, hands ghosting along the expanse of your thighs to rest at your waist, the look in his eyes reminding you of his origins and sending shivers of excitement down your spine. âIf you allow me, I have a few ideas in mind on how to make it up to you.â
Within the blink of an eye, his hands had steeled their grip around your waist and lifted you to sit on the counter as he took the opportunity to stand between your legs. Then, with a gentleness which did not match the show of strength, he carefully cupped the back of your head in his palm and connected your lips in a kiss as light and soft as the golden rays bathing your kitchen in light. Your own hands busied themselves with tousling his bed head once again, slowly sliding his black lock behind his left ear as you parted from one another, like a painter putting the finishing strokes on their magnum opus.
âHm, I might be able to be convinced about forgiving you,â you teased, the lovestruck look in your eyes mirroring his as you slung your arms over his shoulders and crossed them behind his neck in an effort to be even closer to him.Â
âI must be the luckiest man alive,â he mused, meaning every word of his playful response.
Yes, after living on land for so long, Jade had truly taken a liking to the human custom of wearing clothes and all the different possibilities it held. Then again, the fondness those memories held probably had nothing to do with the clothes at all.
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