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ᴛʜᴇ sᴇʀᴇɴᴅɪᴘɪᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪɴɢs...♠| 11

⤖ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇs? Jᴜɴɢ Hᴏsᴇᴏᴋ ɪs ᴛᴏᴏ ʙᴜsʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴍᴀғɪᴀ ɴᴇᴛᴡᴏʀᴋ. Hᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇʀᴇɴᴅɪᴘɪᴛʏ ᴏғ ʜɪs sᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ…ʀɪɢʜᴛ?

⤖ Mᴀғɪᴀ Lᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ Hᴏsᴇᴏᴋ x ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, Aɴɢsᴛ, sᴍᴜᴛ, sᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ!ᴀᴜ,

A/N: Warning: Its starts to get....steamy. The next few chapters will. This chapter is kind of a filer. Next chapter might be a Hoseok POV. We’ll see.

* Please ignore any errors!

(Word Count: 7.32K)

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Y/N:

It’s dark. It’s dark but it’s not scary. How long has it been? How much time has passed since I last opened my eyes? I don’t remember.

It’s warm.

I can hear movement. The shuffling of feet? Whispers? Hushed voices and the humming of the air conditioning. Where am I?

My body aches as I gain feeling in my legs again. Starting from the tips of my toes and up my thighs. It’s a tight and stinging sensation that makes me want to groan but I can't. My throat feels so cramped. My eyes stung and they began to water as I struggled to open my eyes.

Wtf. Why does it feel like I’ve been asleep for a short moment, but my body is asking like it’s been in a long and stiff slumber?

I managed to get my eyes opened, first being overloaded by the white lights followed by the frantic whispers.

“Y/n?” The small voice said. I was still trying to figure out what I was seeing, as my eyes adjusted to everything around me.

“Y/n?” This time I recognized the voice. It was Jennie. I finally found the strength to move my neck and meet a smiling Jennie. Her smile was happy, while her eyes showed a mix of relief and sadness. My eyes darted around the room, noticing Jimin and Jungkook who was looking at me with small smiles.

They leaned against the wall opposite of Jennie and were watching me closely.

“Sleeping beauty finally awoke,” Jungkook said softly. His voice was soft and sounded like he was recovering from a cold.

The slight chuckle that played on his lips wasn’t enough to get me out of my trance. For a moment, I forgot what had happened, and why I was in the….hospital? This isn’t a hospital. This is...the headquarters? I’m in the room where Jennie and I do our work.

My eyes darted around the place, widened as my memories came flooding in.

The club. Hoseok. I was shot. I moved quickly to sit up, hissing slightly at how stiff my legs felt. As well as the slight tightening pain from my left side.

“Take it easy,” Jennie said, putting her hands on my shoulders. I ignored her words and sat up, my face scrunching up due to the tightness in my back.

“How--” My voice gets caught in my throat, The one word I could get out sound gritty and broken. Like an older woman who had forgotten to speak and decided to clear the spider webs from her vocal cords.

My hand went right to my neck, looking at Jennie in shock. She giggled a bit, looking towards the two guys who had their lips pressed tightly together. They also wanted to laugh.

My brows scrunched up at them, a bit of annoyance entering my system.

“Sorry Y/n, but you sound awful,” Jennie said, placing a comforting hand on my thigh. She laughed for a few seconds before her face started to turn red. At first, I thought it was from laughing too much, but I soon noticed the tears welling up in her eyes.

She still smiled, reaching for my hand and squeezing it tightly.

“We’re just glad you’re awake.” She said softly, fighting the sob that made its way up my throat.

After calming down, she takes a deep breath and continues to speak, “Y/n, you were out for 5 days.”

5 days? My eyes searched everyone’s face for answers, I looked to Jungkook, and the question in my eyes was clear.

“Hoseok hyung was here earlier, he had to leave for some work. But….he’s been weird lately.’ Jungkook answered. He shakes his head as if wanting to erase the last bit of his words.

“I’ll let him know you’re awake.” Jungkook pulled his phone from his pocket, walking out of the room as he dialed something.

The room was silent for a while before Jimin stepped up to say something, “It was a scary 5 days Y/n. Jennie did everything she could. She took the bullet out, stopped the bleeding and patched you up. It wasn’t something too serious. At least that’s what Jennie said.”

Jennie nodded, using the back of her hand to wipe her tears, “I did everything correctly, so when you weren’t waking up...it was scary.”

They kept speaking, talking to me about my condition and how worried they were. Their words weren’t sticking, my mind was still hazy and the seriousness of the situation hasn't hit me yet. I was out for 5 days? Is that considered a coma?

I glanced down at my side, pushing my hospital gown up a bit until I saw the bandaged area. It was a little above my hip, and just at the bottom of my waist. Jennie said something about being lucky that the bullet didn’t hit my hip bone, or else there was nothing she could have done.

After Jungkook returned with a water bottle and a strained smile, I knew something was up. I took the water bottle from him, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Where is Hoseok?” My voice was scratchy and dry. It sounded like I struggled to get the three words out. And honestly, my throat was already strained.

“He is busy with work,” Jungkook said nervously, “But he’s come to visit you the past 5 days. I’m sure he’ll stop by soon.”

He didn’t. Hoseok didn’t stop by. He hasn’t come to the headquarters at all. He hasn’t been answering my calls and he’s been ignoring my text messages. All we’ve heard from him is simple orders to the guys.

Seriously….what the fuck is his problem? After one day, I understood. Maybe he really is busy but it’s been 3 days now. I won’t be okay to return to work for another week, and I have a slight limp because my side shoots in pain when I walk. Jennie said it shouldn’t last for long.

So here I sat, at the round table of the headquarters with Yoongi who was reviewing some instructions from Hoseok. Even the guys don’t know what Hoseok has been up to. But if he was truly worried like they explained to me, why hasn’t he come to see me?

He hasn’t been seen at the hospital. I had a few co-workers, texting me with questions. Was I really sick? Did Hoseok and I run off on a vacation? He wasn’t making it to chairman meetings and he wasn’t answering other business phone calls.

I was getting worried. I’ve gone from confused, to angry and now I’m just sad. Did I do something wrong?

When I asked the guys if this was normal behavior form Hoseok, but the vague answers I got told me this was also something new for them.

Jennie held my hand softly, her small smile bringing me no comfort at all. Though she tried to cheer me up with plans for Hoseok's birthday. He agreed to be there for whatever we planned, and that he would sit through whatever craziness we had planned. But I can’t help but worry about the awkward interaction.

The first time I’ll see him since I woke will be on his birthday? Should I just muster up a smile and act like I wasn’t hurt? Cause my feelings are hurt. It feels like we took some steps back, and a cold distance in growing between us again.

It often leaves me replaying that night in my head. Did Hoseok already have a plan in mind and I ruined it?

“So we picked out the cake, making sure it has green on it in some type of way.” Jennie further explained, but my dazed expression was enough for a tired sigh to leave her lips.

“I’m sorry,” I snapped out of my trance, apologizing quickly. She showed me a small smile, the pink lipstick on her lips looking so natural that I questioned if there was any lipstick at all. Her hair was down, tousled and in light waves as she squeezed my hand.

“I don’t know what to tell you Y/n. I don’t understand Hoseok’s behavior. He was so...beside him when you were shot. He sat there quietly, not talking anymore. He was zoning out with that same poker face of his but his legs shook with nervousness.”

I rolled my eyes at her. She’s said this same thing before and I’m getting tired of hearing it.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Jennie. He cares for me so much, and yet he isn’t here.”

“You know how men are! They can’t express their emotions well! And Hoseok is a manly man! So he probably doesn’t know how to face you! Or does he blame himself?”

She lets go of my hand scratches the back of her head with confusion. I turned my attention back to Yoongi, tuning into the things he was discussing. Other than Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung were also absent, but I lacked the energy to ask their whereabouts.

“So Hoseok wants to look more into our further….branches. He wants us to check in on those in Japan, China, and Thailand.” He pulls out some files, reading them briefly before speaking.

“He wants to tighten things up and make sure everything is running correctly since he’s been very focused on the Seoul branch of the network.” Yoongi’s eyes flicker my way. I knew Hoseok’s mafia network was large, but I didn’t realize it stretched that far. Yoongi further goes into detail on the growing number of people who are working under “Seok”.

I was genuinely focused on Yoongi's words when the metal double doors were pushed open so forcefully that the guys at the table were ready to reach for their guns. Jennie and I spun around in our seats, ready to possibly make a run for it when my heart shot up into my throat.

The man I’ve been wanting to see so desperately strolled wearing a grey loose t-shirt and black joggers with black combat boots. His hair was a bit of a mess, not the usual gelled together look I’ve seen from him. His eyes met mine right away, and though I couldn’t see any reaction, my heart soared.

I was so focused on him that I didn’t notice the beat-up man he dragged in behind him. The guy had his head hung down, with his hands tied and his mouth gagged with a cloth. His build was bigger than Hoseok and he had broad shoulders with visible muscles on his arms. He was bleeding. I couldn’t tell the source, but the blood was certainly his own.

My eyes drifted to Jimin and Taehyung who trailed behind Hoseok, two more battered men being dragged along with them. They were headed towards us.

Jungkook who had been unusually quiet today, gawked, “So this is what you guys were up to?” His voice held a slight giggle to it as he stood up out his seat to walk around to my side of the table. Hoseok stops in front of me, leaving about three feet between us.

I stare back with wide eyes, his expression giving nothing away as his eyes moved across my face, and up and down my body.

I suddenly felt weird in the dark wash skinny jeans and red graphic tee I wore. I opened my mouth to speak but Hoseok quickly pushed the man forward, bringing him to his knees before me. Jimin and Taehyung did the same with the other two, so the three men were lined up in front of me. All three men looked scared, breathing heavily. I leaned away, looking towards Hoseok who was watching me closely.

He looks towards Taehyung and Jimin, almost giving them a silent signal. They removed the cloth from the mouths of all three men who gasped for air.

“Do you have something you’d like to say?” Hoseok hissed at the men. A chill ran up my back. I haven’t heard his voice in a while. The three men look at me, and I stare back. Still confused.

“Fuck that bitch!” The bigger once snarls, glaring at Hoseok who stood beside me. Hoseok runs his fingers through his hair, seemingly weighing his options. Hoseok suddenly kicks the man in the back, making him fall to the floor on his face.

I gasp, this being the first time I see Hoseok really be violent. The man’s cheek is now pressed against the floor. Hoseok sets a foot on the back of the man’s neck.

“Apologize to the lady.” He yells this time. The other two men proceed to start speaking small apologizes to me. I am still confused, as the man on the floor struggles to lift his head.

“You’re lucky she woke before I got my hands on you. She’s one to show mercy, I’m not.” Hoseok adds. I’ve never seen Hoseok so...angry. His words tremble with his anger as the guys watch on. They’ve seen Hoseok like this before. I haven’t.

“Hoseok, wait.” My voice came out softly, and I moved forward to take hold of his hand. He flinches back like I was on fire.

“I’m giving you 5 seconds.” Hoseok doubles down, stepping down harder on the man’s neck.

“I-I’m sorry for s-shooting you.” The man on the floor manages to get out. Oh! That’s who these men are! They’re the ones from the club. My memory of that night is still a bit foggy so I couldn’t remember their faces till now.

Hoseok takes his foot off the man’s neck, proceeding to kick him in the side. The only ones who seem to react to this are Jennie and I. The both of us only see the docile and quiet Hoseok most of the time. Hoseok nods towards the men, and Jungkook steps closer to bring the kicked man to his feet.

Jimin and Taehyung did the same with the other two men, before walking towards that other hallway.

“In the blue room.” He commands over his shoulder. I step forward as he does, thinking he was coming to speak to me. He instead walks right by me, leaving me frozen in shock.

“Hyung,” Hoseok says towards Seokjin who had been watching everything unfold, “Push back the meeting with the art buyers. Make it sometime next week.” I’m still standing there, frozen in my spot. What is going on? Why do I feel like crying?

I am snapped back to reality as Hoseok walks around from Seokjin and past me.

“Hoseok,” I call, my voice not sounding too confident. I walk after him, making his steps slow to a stop. He turns around to look face me and I almost shrink back. There it was. That look of indifference that I hadn’t seen in so long.

The slight smile I’ve become used to was no more. The cheerful twinkle I thought I was seeing in his eyes was also gone. He glared down at me, making me feel like a bother the longer his attention was on me.

“I haven’t seen you since I woke up. I missed you.” I said matter of factly, trying my best to muster up a smile. He continues to look down at me, the silence surrounding us crushing me the longer it goes on.

“Hoseok?” I asked, raising an eyebrow, “Is everything okay?”

I watch his eyes flicker up and down my body for a moment. It doesn’t feel the same as it usually does.

“Ho-” I’m cut off as he turns around without a word and makes his way down the hallway. I can feel the guys in the lobby on my back as I stand there frozen. My face grows hot and my heart feels like it’s dropped to the floor. I watched his back disappear into the hallway and the Hoseok I saw before this incident seemed to have disappeared.

“Y/n?” I felt Jennie’s presence behind me. I spun around, plastering a fake smile on my lips. I noticed Yoongi and Seokjin watching on with what was clearly pity.

“I guess he’s not in much of a talking mood.” I tried to sound happy, my eyes avoiding the sad gazes on me.

“Let’s go back to party planning.” I almost whisper, keeping my eyes on my feet.

~!~

“You didn’t have to come and visit me!” Mrs. Cho shouted as I pulled up a seat beside her bed. She smiled widely and I couldn’t help but smile back, though I wasn’t in the best mood.

“I hadn’t seen you in a while! I wanted to see how you were doing.” I answered, managing to cross my legs. She reached out to take a hold of my hand, squeezing it tightly.

“I was told you were going to be out for some time, and that you were hurt.” She said in a low voice, “I don’t know the details of what happened but I hope all is well.” I nodded to reassure her.

“Everything is fine.” I answered, “I’m coming along well. I’ll be back to walking down the hospital hallways soon. Don’t you worry.”

She shakes my hand in excitement, the smile on her face seeming to light up the whole room.

“How is your husband?” I questioned, as we feel into our normal conversation. She takes in a slow inhale and exhales even slower. The once wide smile fades into a grimace. Her lips twist up in thought and she shakes her head.

“Nothing.” She says flatly, “He hasn’t shown any sign of waking.” She pauses and continues speaking.

“Sitting there waiting for your loved one to wake up is maddening. I don’t know when he’ll wake up if he will...what problems I will face when he wakes up. All I can do is sit there and stare at his close eyes, secretly hoping they’ll open and those eyes will be looking back at me.”

Her voice falls to a whisper, “It’s maddening and horrifying. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.”

“I can’t imagine.” My voice also falls to a whisper.

“Every day that passes is torture.” Her voice wavers and tears begin to form in her eyes. We sit there in silence for some time, letting the solemn atmosphere pass over us.

“How do you think you’ll react when he wakes up?” I ask. Mrs. Cho looks away from the window where the sun shined high in the sky. She stares at me for a second, as if she heard the question wrong and looked back to the window.

“I’d take him up in my arms and never let him go.” She looks back at me curiously, “Why?”

When I don’t answer she leans towards me, “I knew something was wrong from the moment you walked in.”

“There is this guy--” She squeals, smiling widely.

“I knew it! There is no way a woman as beautiful as yourself is alone!”

I chuckle at her eagerness, “Well, he’s not exactly my boyfriend. He is my soulmate.”

Mrs. Cho nods, understanding the situation from just that sentence, “Ah so it’s one-sided?”

I shake my head, “No, I wouldn’t say that. Things were progressing. He’s kind of hard to read and he’s stubborn but I can’t get enough of him.” The shy smile that pulled on my lips was followed by Mrs. Cho giggled.

“When I got hurt he was very worried but since I’ve been recovering, he’s been avoiding and ignoring me. It’s like we’re at the beginning all over again.”

“And you’re confused?”

“Basically. I don’t know if he’s realized he doesn’t like me or maybe I’m too clumsy--”

“I don’t think it’s any of those things Y/n.” Mrs. Cho interjected, “This guy of yours reminds me of someone I used to know.”

She pauses, a flashback of some sort playing in her mind before she sighed.

“He cared for me deeply. He loved me and took care of me. But, the moment things went wrong and he felt like he didn’t have control over things...he would shut down. He won’t talk to anyone, he won’t tell anyone what is bothering him, he’ll just decide that the problem must be him and want to remove himself.”

“Really?” I was surprised she was talking to me about who seemed to be a past lover. There was some sadness in her voice, so I wasn’t going to dig for more information.

“Oh yeah. He didn’t know how to move on from whatever went wrong, so he’d run from it cause he didn’t want to have whatever conversation had to be had.”

“He was sad about it?”

She shrugs, “I think that was part of it, but he was scared. When people react to someone they love getting hurt in such a way, they are scared. I’ve learned this from my years on this earth. If it’s not anger-driven, it’s probably fear-driven.”

“So what’s the solution?”

She gives me a knowing smile, “Guys like that? They’ll speak up sooner or later. But If I was you, I’d be the first to start the conversation. I don’t know if it’s a pride thing, but they will just not start the conversation.”

I look down at my hands, thinking over her advice for some time.

“What’s this guy’s name?” She questions, her curiosity growing.

“Hoseok,” I answer, keeping my eyes on my lap.

Mrs. Cho is quiet for some time before she speaks again, “What a lovely name.”

~!~

“What am I dressed this cute for?” I muttered to Jennie as she danced around the headquarter lobby with decorations. She was really getting into the whole birthday party thing, to the point of making everyone dress nicely. I sat at the round table staring at the cake that we picked up.

It simply said, ‘Happy Birthday Hoseok’. We didn’t want to go too far with things. Though as I look around at Jennie’s decoration, I can tell that line has already been crossed.

I wore a rusty orange off-shoulder jumpsuit that was form-fitting with a simple orange necklace. My hair was down and resting on my shoulders as I just sat and stared around me. The guys were standing among themselves, talking and chatting. They seemed excited to do something like this for Hoseok and though I wish I could help more, everyone could tell I was down.

It’s been two days since Hoseok seemingly stared at me like I was a stranger and I’ve been feeling off since then. I know I want to say something to him, but I can’t be sure where to start. What should I say? That I’ve missed him? That I jumped in front of him because I couldn’t help it?

What if that bullet killed him? What was I going to do? Should I tell him I think I love him? Would he even care?

Jennie wore a cute blouse with some dark wash jeans and heels. She let her hair down recently and giggled as she noticed Jaehyun struggling with the decorations. She invited Jaehyun cause why not?

Seeing them lovey-dovey only made me urge to fix whatever this spat was between Hoseok and I. I wanted us to find and establish our own normal. Even if our normal isn’t like everyone else.

By the time Hoseok arrives, my mood has turned sour. I’ve gone from sad to angry. I’m also annoyed. What the fuck is his problem?

He strolls in, looking fine as hell in his dark green silk shirt and his black pants with a black belt and a thin silver chain hanging off the belt and clipping to his pants. His hair gelled back as he seemed like he had some work to attend to before getting here.

His eyes scan the room, clearly seeing me standing a bit further back as everyone went to wish him a happy birthday. His eyes didn’t stay on me long. He looked at the guys as they spoke to him, some giving hugs with big smiles.

He smiled slightly, muttering small thank you to the guys. Jennie who stood among them glanced over her shoulder at me. Her eyes were telling me to come over to say happy birthday and all I could do was shake my head, my gaze moving back to Hoseok. I kept my distance most of the small get together.

I avoided sitting near him, and I tried to avoid any conversation with him. Even as everyone joked while sitting around the table, I simply ate my slice of cake and kept my mouth shut. Everyone tried their best to act like the air wasn’t so thick, but it was hard to do. Jungkook would naturally try to bring me into the conversation, resulting in some awkward silence.

After finishing my piece of cake, I stood up with my paper plate, walking over to the trash can and disposing of it. I made my way back to my seat, Jennie giving me a weary smile. I could only nod in reply, taking my phone out from my bag that was on the empty seat beside.

I looked up from the text on my phone in time to see Hoseok’s eyes move their focus off me. He looked off to the side, a scoff leaving his lips.

My brows furrowed in response, my blood beginning to boil again.

“Do you have something to say Hoseok?” My voice was soft, but everyone heard it. The jokes and the laughter stopped, everyone felt like the trigger they wanted was set off. I glare at Hoseok who glares back at me, a mocking grin pulling at the corners of his lips.

“Of course you don’t.” I snap, “You’ve been avoiding me like the fucking plague, acting like you weren’t cuddled up with me two weeks ago.”

“Oh please stop with all that Y/n. Is now really the time for it?” He finally replies. My heart hummed at finally getting him to speak to me.

“It looks like now is the time cause it looks like at this point you’ll never say anything. I’ve tried to be understanding.”

“Have you?” His voice comes out cold and eager. Like I'm about to say something he’s been wanting, so he could tear it down.

“Yes! I understand that you were probably overwhelmed, but ignoring me for all this while? You need to work on your communication skills.”

He chuckles darkly, “Overwhelmed? Y/n, you jumped in front of a bullet.”

I rolled my eyes, “Yes I know. It was a stupid move.”

“No.” Hoseok deadpans, “You don’t know Y/n. It was a fucking stupid move.” He raises his voice a bit, leaning forward with a wicked look in his eyes.

“You jumped in front of a bullet, for me, without a second thought. What the hell were you thinking?” He scolded. I leaned back in my seat, looking to Jennie to see what her thoughts were, but her eyes were down on the table. I looked around at the others, and even Jaehyun but no one was meeting my eyes.

“Do you trust me so little Y/n? Do you think I don’t know how to do my job, that you thought I wouldn’t be ready for everything and anything?”

“He was going to shot you--”

“I had a bulletproof vest on Y/n! One of the best! If that bullet hit me I would have been fine Y/n! We knew what we were doing. You should have--”

“I should have what?” My voice came out small, trembling slightly. I can’t be sure if it’s the embarrassment or it’s Hoseok’s yelling that is now causing tears to well up in my eyes.

“I should have just sat back and done nothing?” My eyes start to burn and my vision begins to blur as my tears well up before falling from both eyes and down my cheeks.

“Yes, Y/n. You should have done nothing.” He says like I'm a child. My mouth drops open in shock, surprised at the response.

“Wow. Hoseok does that make fucking sense? I couldn’t have sat there and watched you get killed..” My voice was growing louder as Jennie set a comforting hand on my knee. My shoulders rose and my breaths grew heavy.

“So it’s better for me to sit and watch you die?!” His tone was different from his previous harsh words. He was really asking me a question. Like he wanted to hear what my answer was, but he already knew he wasn’t going to like it.

“Why do I have to watch you die? Why do I always have to watch everyone die?” His voice is quieter this time, but still speaking like he was spitting acid. He stands up from his seat at the table, pushing the chair away to make his way down the hallway.

Before I could stop myself, I rose from my seat, dashing after him down the hallway.

“Hoseok!” I trailed after him and down the hallway. He was walking quickly, trying to get to his office like I wasn’t calling after him.

“Hoseok!” I called after him again. He made it the double doors of his office, pushing in whatever the number key was and pushing the door open. He rushes into his office, leaving the door open and I follow him inside, shutting the door behind me.

“Hoseok--” He cuts me off quickly, his back facing me as he stared aimlessly at his bookshelf.

“You were out for 5 days Y/n. Jennie said everything went well and you’d wake up after the drugs wore off. One day turned into two days, two days turned into three days and you still weren’t waking up.” I watch his back intently.

“You weren’t moving, you were opening your eyes. You laid there like a fucking vegetable and no one could tell me why you weren’t waking up. I felt like a 16-year-old boy again, watching my father wither away into nothing. Except his time, it was you. I maybe be used to seeing people dead but...”

He trails off, looking over his shoulder to peek at me and my confused facial expression.

“But those people aren’t you so...”

I walk over to him, stepping in front of him and forcing him to look at me.

His face is turning pink and I find myself pouting,

“Hoseok,” My voice comes out softly, “But I’m fine! See!” I grab both his hands and place them on my face, I move them to my waist and I put my hands on both his cheeks, forcing him to look into my eyes.

“I’m fine Hoseok. I told you that you won’t get rid of me. No petty gunshot is gonna take me out.”

“When the guys called and told me you were awake I was relieved but...I don’t know why I felt so worried about seeing you.”

“Hoseok, it’s okay to say you were worried! Everyone told me you were! I wasn’t thinking of how scary it probably was. I just assumed because of the work you do, you’d be used to seeing stuff like that.” I admitted. Hoseok backed up till he was leaning against his large desk. He pulled me along with him, his hands still on my waist.

I drop my hands from his face and begin lecturing him.

“Hoseok, that still doesn’t excuse ignoring me for the past few days? You were being rude and it wasn’t very fair to me. I woke up confused, hurt and I was really really hurt when you didn’t even come to check up on me. It felt like we were moving backward. You can’t do stuff like that, it makes this difficult.”

I was so focused on my hand movements as I rambled on, trying to make sure Hoseok understood how important communication was to me. I was so focused that I didn’t notice the way his hands gripped my waist tighter and brought me closer to him. Our hips were basically touching, any small movement caused our bodies to brush each other.

I was oblivious to the way he narrowed his eyes and the hot gaze that was on me as I spoke. He rubbed circles into my sides with his thumbs.

“...Communication will always be a big thing. Blocking yourself off will always lead to misunderstanding and--” My voice caught in my throat as my eyes finally looked away from the walls it was focusing on as I spoke to the man who stood before me.

His eyes flickering from my eyes to...my lips? He leaned in closer, that familiar smell of his overtaking all my senses.

“You didn’t hear a damn thing I said about communication did you?” I mutter in a disapproving manner. Hoseok chuckles, just confirming my suspicion.

I rolled my eyes, ready to start from the very beginning when he closes in the spaces between us, and his lips meet mine. It was my turn to stiffen at such affection. I thought my heart was gonna explode from the speed in which it was beating.

His lips are warm, soft and tender. He moved forward with such eagerness, but the kiss wasn’t rushed. But the neediness behind it was clear.

Hoseok is...kissing me. That instant spark and the fireworks I expected to feel when I first met my soulmate were saved for this moment because it felt like I was flying. This is why everyone is so desperate to find their soulmate. This connection and this feeling. Nothing could change my mind about this being the man for me when such a light show of sensations is bouncing between us.

The kiss was gentle, and a bit shy. He was worried that I was going to push him away, or tell him I didn’t want this. But, oh did I want this and him.

We both let out a sigh of what feels like a sigh of relief as our lips part. Though I was mostly unresponsive to the kiss, as I was lost in the moment trying to process it, I’m sure he understands that I didn’t hate the kiss.

We sat in silence for a few moments, the only sound between us is our breathing. Hoseok brought his hand up to cup my cheek and he leaned down and reconnected our lips. I couldn’t help the slight whimper that felt my lips as the kiss grew a bit rougher.

Hoseok pressed me flush against him, his lips pressing and moving against mine desperately but slowly. I couldn’t think straight with the way he was kissing me. My body was growing hot with him holding me like this. I couldn’t get close enough. My thoughts were running like a mantra.

I love him. I love him. I love him.

I love him.

I am in love with him. Fuck, I am in love with Hoseok.

As my feelings bloomed in my chest, I pressed back, kissing him back with just as much vigor. A small hum in question left his lips. Our lips left each other for a few seconds, both our chests rising and falling as I watched his eyes move over the exposed skin of my shoulders. I can see the wheels turning in his head.

Oh, how easy it would be to just push down the top part of this jumpsuit. I kind of want him to. I silently thank Jennie for convincing me to go with this off the shoulder outfit.

He brings his gaze up to meet mine and his eyes narrow while his lips pull up into a small smile.

“Oooh.” He coos before I’m being lifted off the ground with his arms around my waist. I hiss a bit at the dull pain from my left side. He squeezed a little too tight, but I didn’t feel the need to comment on it.

I yelp as we’re spun around and I’m being set to sit on his desk. I land gently, my hands resting on his shoulders.

Hoseok places both hands on the desk, caging me between his arms. He brings his lips to my ear and whispers, “What am I supposed to do when you’re giving me eyes like that Y/n?”

A shiver runs up my spine and my hands move from his shoulders to his chest. I only hum in response, my eyes fluttering close.

“You little minx, you’ve been holding back this whole time? Do you want me that bad?” He continues to tease, his lips brushing the other part of my ear.

“At least take me on a date first?” I could hear the smile in his voice. The breathy laugh I let out sounds choked and strained as my hands move from his chest to gripping the fabric of his silk shirt at his sides.

“A date is long overdue, but we know why that hasn’t happened yet.” I retorted and moved back to smile up at him. He smiles back, the fondness in his eyes making me want to scream.

“Yeah, yeah yeah. I know Y/n. Lack of communication can cause misunderstanding and blah, blah blah.” He mumbles, moving back from me. Or as much as he could. He takes one small step back, my hands still holding onto his shirt.

“So let me do some of this communicating and tell you that I’m sorry.” He says, “It wasn’t fair to shut you out like that. I won’t do it again.”

“You probably will, but we’ll work on it.” I jeer before stretching up to peck his lips. Despite the frown on his lips, I kiss him a second time.

“We’ll work on it.” He repeats after me. I nod, agreeing with him.

“Whatever happened to those three guys?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Don’t worry about it, I took care of it.” Is all he says, and I don’t see the need to push it any further.

“Oh!” I perk up, “I forgot to say, happy birthday!”

He rolls his eyes, “Took you long enough!”

“Hey! You were the one ignoring me! I lacked the confidence to approach you. I thought you’d walk past me like I never spoke.”

He hums in response.

“I probably would have.” He answers with a neutral facial expression.

“I know your mannerisms too well,” I say under my breath. We talk for some time. I asked him about how his first birthday party in a while was. He gave me short answers, as I expected, but I still enjoyed the conversation.

We sit in silence for a while when Hoseok takes in a sharp breath. The question that follows took effort. I can tell by how he rushes it out, looking up at the ceiling as he says it. Accompanied by his ears turning a bright red.

“You wanna do this dating thing seriously?”

My eyes widened at him, “Yeah.” I answer a little bit too quickly.

“Cool.” He replies just as swiftly.

“Cool.” I kiss his cheek, drawing back slightly as his head my way, taking the chance to kiss his lips. A lingering kiss that’s interrupted by the ringing of a phone. A small grin leaves Hoseok’s lips, but he decides to ignore the ringing phone.

He starts leaving small kisses along my neck, the action feeling innocent but the way he’d let his lips brush my skin before pecking another kiss caused goosebumps to rise.

“When are you gonna start working again?” He asks, pecking another kiss on the base of my collar bone.

“A few days? I can’t wear heels for a while though. Jennie said I shouldn’t push it.” I answered through labored breaths.

He hums, putting an arm around my waist drawing his face closer into my neck. My breath catches in my throat when his other hand rises, tracing the necklace of my outfit. The bit of cleavage of the off-shoulder piece reveals also being touched by his finger. All he has to do is push the fabric down.

He returns to show my lips' attention, giving me another peck just as the phone starts to ring again.

“You should answer it,” I speak like I’ve been jogging. I’m trying to catch my breath as Hoseok reaches into his pocket, staring at the caller Id before answering. He sets the phone on the desk beside me and puts it on speakerphone.

“Yes?” He answers, keeping the arm around my waist and letting the other hand fall to my thigh.

“Mr. Jung! I hope I am not catching you at a bad time!” A male voice said.

“I answered didn’t I?” Hoseok replies, looking away from the phone at me.

As he caresses my thigh I giggle, “You’re quite touchy aren’t you?” I whisper. His brows furrow and he takes his attention back to the phone.

“...so they want to change the terms of the agreement.” The man finishes his statement. Hoseok shakes his head, a serious frown appearing.

“Tell them it’s not possible. If they want the funding, they need to accept it on my terms. They can go to someone else if they’d like.”

The man sighs, “Sir. We can’t let this project slip through. If we do they’ll go to--”

“Go to who Mr. Robins?” Hoseok barks, “To Wang? I am not worried about losing clients to Mr. Wang. The terms the owners of Project Kane were asking for too much. The amount of money for the stakes in their company was not doable.” I watched intently as he switched to Mr. Jung.

The stern and serious CEO who was known for being able to pick out what investments would be successes and wouldn’t. I did a bit of research on Hoseok as ‘Mr. Jung’.

Known for finding small projects, and seeming to be able to tell when they'll be a success or a failure. Mr. Jung doesn’t fund a project he believes will fail.

“Their terms are crazy Mr. Robins! I am not going to give that much money for such a small project. What will they possibly do with that large sum?” As Hoseok got more into the conversation, I found the need to see myself out.

I hopped off the desk, his arm naturally dropping form around me. I looked at his side profile as he grabbed his phone off the desk, bringing it closer to his lips.

If his lips were looking swollen, I don’t want to know what I look like.

“I’m gonna go.” I mouth when he looks my way. He nods, moving the phone away from his mouth. He wordlessly brings his face closer to mine. I quickly kiss him, on the lips. Feeling my face burn up as our lips parted.

He swiftly turns back to his desk, pulling on the drawers to find some files. I silently make my way out the room, pushing open one of the doors, only to crash into something.

I gasp and peek my head out in time to see Jennie, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jin booking it down the hallway. They were listening in? Or at least trying to. I steal another glance at Hoseok who was now flipping through a folder.

I close the door behind me, starting down the hallway.

“You guys are so nosey!” I shouted as I rounded the corner to the lobby. Those who I saw running down the hallway stood in unnatural poses around the circular table.

I crossed my arms over my chest as I approached.

“Is there no sense of privacy?” I yell in a dramatic fashion.

“Do you want to do this dating thing seriously?” Jennie mocks in a deep voice. A blush rises on my face.

“Yeah!” Taehyung answers in a high voice.

“Cool.”

I roll my eyes, “Okay, okay. Enough with all that. Pass me a slice of leftover cake.”

Laughs sounded through the room as Jennie started making kissing noises while skipping around the table. Jaehyun shaking his head at the silly behavior.

Life is good and so are the people I have around me.

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I do not know when the next chapter will be...but it might just be a Hoseok POV.

Idk how I feel about this chapter but...I managed to type it while I was stuck in bed. I tried to go to work today, got sent back home because I was coughing way too much. lol.

So my question for you is, I asked you guys some chapters ago if you liked Hoseok and what your thoughts of him are. Now, what is some growth you’ve noticed in not only Hoseok but how everyone else responses and reacts to Hoseok? Thank you :))

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everything-is-by-design · 5 years ago

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Some Kinda Wonderful

Part One. I plan to get at least three chapters out of this series. This was hard to write for emotional reasons but I also enjoyed writing a soft side to Lucifer as it’s never really seen on the show. Although, I’ve seen many fics where he appears kind. It’s almost like we’re desperate to see that side of him. Like it’s some kind of buried treasure. Female reader here. The reader has the power to manipulate an energy called ‘Life-Force’. Another name for this gift is called ‘Asha’ but I’m not sure what language that might be in. There are mentions of sexual assault in this first chapter so if you are sensitive to this subject be warned now. Lots of feels and fluff in this first chapter. Smut to follow. Enjoy kids!

Word Count: 3.7k

Lucifer x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault, so many feels, and a dash of fluff

Reader has a night out with the Winchesters and their ‘friend’. Things get a bit hairy and Lucifer saves you from some thugs and then takes care of you the rest of the night.

You tried to keep a relatively PG lifestyle. Kept your head down and your nose out of trouble. In fact your life was a little too PG. You hadn’t had any action for months. Not even a goodnight kiss and you were in a long term relationship with your vibrator. You walked down the sidewalk towards the bar you were headed to. It was a mild night; you were in leggings and a black tank with a yellow flannel over top. You liked yellow. It was a happy colour. You were on your way to meet the Winchesters. You’d helped them out on a few hunts and you got along with them pretty well. They were in town and called you up and since you lived a pretty introverted life lately, you jumped at the chance to see them.

You arrived at the bar and went inside. You looked around and saw Sam waving to you. As you approached, you noticed that they were not alone. There was someone new with them. Or at least someone you hadn’t met before. Your stomach flipped as you anticipated making a new connection. You weren’t very good at it. Actually, the less you said the better.

“Hey, Y/N, how’ve you been?” Dean asked, getting up to hug you. You stiffened in his arms. His strong, muscular arms. Your heartbeat quickened and you broke the hug early.

“Uh, hey Dean. Sam. And uh?” You gestured to the man who sat across the table from Sam.

Sam shifted awkwardly and ran his hand through his hair. “Y/N, this is—”

“Nick,” The man said, reaching out his hand. You took it briefly and then let go.

“Okay, let’s go with that then,” Dean said, looking to Sam and then back to you. “What’s your poison?”

“Uh, just a beer. Nothing too hoppy. You pick,” You said. Dean nodded and headed for the bar. “Oh, and a shot of Patron silver!”

Dean kept his back to you but gave a thumbs up. Sam smiled, “Hard day?”

You shrugged, “No. I just like tequila.”

“Oh,” Sam laughed. You sat on the barstool, dropping your bag on the floor. Sam nodded to your chest where the top of your anti-possession tattoo poked out of your shirt. “Is that new?”

You looked down and then decided to give him a hard time. Sam was the personification of awkward and honestly, it was fun to tease him. “Eyes front, soldier.”

Sam’s cheeks turned pink and he sputtered, “No, I wasn’t looking there. I mean, I was but I wasn’t looking at your…I was admiring your tattoo.”

You touched his arm, “Cool it, pretty boy. I’m just messing with you.”

Sam sat back into his chair and breathed heavily. You noticed a smirk on Nick’s face.

Dean returned with a waitress who was carrying your beer and eight shots of Patron. Your eyes widened as she placed all the glasses and bottle on the table. She then put a plate of lemons and salt down. You narrowed your eyes at the lemons. Sam and Dean had never seen you drink so they wouldn’t have known that you take your tequila straight. The waitress smiled, letting out a southern drawl, “Alright, darlings, enjoy your drinks.”

You smiled at her, meeting her fire touched amber eyes. You slipped her a fifty, “Thanks, cutie. Why don’t you buy yourself something pretty to match those gorgeous eyes of yours.”

Blush rose in her cheeks as she took the fifty. Dean gaped at you, obviously hoping that he was going to be the one flirting with the waitress. Sam’s eyes were as wide as dinner plates while Nick’s smirk grew to a full blown grin. The waitress nodded at you before turning and walking away. You glanced at her ass as she left and nodded your head in approval. Dean sat down at the table across from you. “Learning new things about you every day, Y/N.”

You ran your hand through your hair as Dean divided up the shots so that each of you had two. You took a sip of your beer while you stared down at the tequila. This was going to be a good night. “Okay so salt, shot, lemon.” Sam said, shaking the salt onto his hand.

Dean followed suit but Nick didn’t. “Ready?” Dean asked as you all held up your shots, Nick looked somewhat bored. “One, two, three.”

Sam and Dean licked their hands and did their shots. You and Nick took it straight. You blinked, adjusting to the intense heat from the alcohol as it spread through your chest. “Ah, that’s good.” You said, keeping your expression steady.

“Woo!” Dean exclaimed, already on his second shot. He then gazed after the waitress lustfully.

“I’ll make you a bet,” You piped up. Dean looked back at you. He cocked an eyebrow in question of your statement. “Whoever gets her number at the end of the night gets a hundred bucks.”

“She’s a person, you know,” Sam said.

You flicked your gaze to Sam, “C’mon Sammy, you’re telling me you wouldn’t want to wear her thighs as earmuffs?”

Sam considered it, gawking at the waitress. Nick was watching you now. You met his eyes briefly and felt the intensity of his stare. Dean held up his beer, “I’m liking you more and more, Y/N.”

You clinked your beer bottle with his and took a sip. Sam got up and went to the bathroom and Dean went to the bar to talk up the waitress. You sat quietly beside Nick, your heart beating faster by the second. He was quite attractive. He looked strong with broad shoulders and firm arms. He had dirty blonde hair and icy blue eyes. You imagined him holding your hands above your head…

You shook your head to rid your brain of the thought of him. You needed to break the silence. “So, were you on a hunt with them?”

Nick kept spinning his remaining shot in between his fingers. He smiled at you, “They were desperate.”

“What was it?” You asked, taking a few sips of your beer.

“Jorogumo,” Nick said, keeping eye contact with you. When you stared blankly at him, he clued in and gave you some more information. “A woman that turns into a giant spider. She likes to eat men. Sam got captured. We needed to go fetch him.”

“Ew,” You grimaced at the mention of an enormous spider. You scratched at your tattoo, it was still a little fresh.

Nick noticed, “Do you hunt?”

“Oh, uh, no. It’s not my thing,” You said. Truth be told you were trying to stay off the Winchesters’ radar. For someone with your powers, it would look too suspicious if you could easily take out any opposing team from just one touch. You drummed your fingers on the table, catching your eye was a semi dead plant across the bar. You didn’t notice that Nick had followed your gaze. You blinked and exhaled in the direction of the plant and it slowly came back to life. You cleared your throat and looked away from the plant and back to Nick who was scanning you.

“Do they know?” Nick asked, you could hear the curiosity rise in his voice. He raised his finger to interrupt before you could answer, “And I’m not talking about your lack of interest regarding their little hunting trips.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You said as your breathing quickened.

He chuckled, “I’ll take that as a no.”

A deep anxiety rose in the pit of your stomach. How did he know?

“What, you thought I wouldn’t catch on from that trick you did with the plant?” Nick leaned closer to you. “You’re an Asha, aren’t you?”

You swallowed, “Yes.”

“Fascinating. I haven’t seen your kind for eons. Surprised there’s even some of you left.” Nick’s proximity brought you great distress.

“Are you going to tell them?” Your voice shook with the question.

“What fun would that be?” Nick smirked. The opening of the bar’s front door jarred you out of your pending panic attack. You jumped as you watched three men enter the bar. Their shirts were plastered with ��666’ and inverted pentacles.

You scoffed at them, “Ave Satanas.”

Nick glanced at them and then to you. “What?”

You nodded in their direction, “They put on a big show but they’d shit their pants if the devil actually showed up.”

Nick looked over you with what appeared to be approval. “And you wouldn’t?”

You shrugged, “I’d be pretty weirded out if I saw a goat out in the street but the devil is supposed to be pretty. Honestly, I think I’d ask him for his autograph.”

He looked genuinely curious and never broke eye contact. “Big fan?”

“He stood up for what he believed in, even though he ended up hurt in the end. That’s a really hard thing to do, for anyone. Plus, he’s all about self indulgence and the whole, ‘don’t stand for anybody’s bullshit’. I think he’s vastly misunderstood. People just want someone to blame.”

His eyes glowed with what looked like appreciation. “So, you’re a Satanist then?”

“I’m not into religion but I respect the concept,” You said. Sam and Dean came back from the bathroom and the bar. You excused yourself so you could go to the ladies room, passing by the posers on your way. Nick stared after you, shifting in his seat, almost like he wanted to follow.

“Are you playing nice?” Dean asked Lucifer as he sat down. Lucifer took his remaining shot and glared at Dean.

“You trusted me enough to be alone with her for fifteen minutes. That’s progress, Deano.” Lucifer said, holding up his empty glass to the hunter.

“Look, she’s just a normal human. She’s nothing interesting so just leave her be.” Sam said.

“Do you have a thing for her, Sammy?” Lucifer asked.

“No, I just don’t think she’d be interested in the devil,” He said the last part in a hushed voice. “And don’t call me that.”

“Don’t judge a book by its cover, boys,” Lucifer said, giving them a hardy smile. Lucifer glanced towards the bathroom where you’d walked off to. His stomach churned. He wanted to know more about you. Sure, he was interested when he found out you were an Asha, but you’d caught him off guard. You said something kind about him. Not something he was used to hearing from strangers. He wanted more. He wanted you.

The bathrooms were held in a dark hallway away from the loud hustle of the bar. You looked into the mirror as you fixed your hair. You straightened your shirt and then left. You bumped into one of the devil worshipers on your way out. You apologized for not looking where you were going and tried to walk past him. He grabbed onto your upper arm, pushing you back against the wall, “What do you know about the devil, hm?”

Your eyes widened as you weren’t expecting him to have heard that conversation. He was big, big enough to overpower you. “Look, I’m with two guys who will literally kick your ass—”

He grabbed you, hand over your mouth and dragged you out through the fire exit. He threw you into the wall of the adjacent building. Your back hit the bricks with a hard thud and you choked on your breath, gasping for air. The door opened and his friends joined him, knives out. You tried to bolt but the other two caught you, wrenching your flannel down as they grabbed onto your arms to steady you. The main guy pulled down your shirt to reveal your tattoo, “I like a girl with ink.”

He pulled at your shirt and you took that moment to shout. You didn’t get much out before one of their hands clamped down over your mouth. Tears dripped from your eyes as you struggled against their grip. “I get her ass.” The one to your right said.

The one on the left laughed, “As long as I get her mouth.”

You were terrified, desperately wishing Sam and Dean were there. “Why don’t I show you what the devil really looks like?”

In a flash, Nick had the big one by the throat, lifting him off the ground. You watched him in disbelief. What was he? Nick’s eyes flashed red as he choked the big one, squeezing so hard that his fingers began to draw blood. “I can tell you right now that Satan doesn’t give a shit about people like you.”

With a gruesome crack, Nick broke the big one’s neck, sending his limp body crumbling to the ground. He walked towards you and the other two. They tensed up.

“Release her, now.” Nick growled. When they didn’t move out of fear, Nick struck a deal with them. “Do it and I’ll spare you.”

They immediately threw you to the ground where you landed on your hip. You winced at the pain that the uneven pavement left on your side. The two men ran but didn’t get far. With a flutter of wings, Nick appeared in front of them, plunging his hands into their chests and ripping out their hearts. Their bodies slumped to the ground, lifeless. Nick wiped his hands on one of their shirts and walked back over to you.

“Wha-What are you?” You asked in a shaky voice.

Suddenly the door burst open. Sam and Dean had their guns pointed at Nick who was kneeling in front of you. “Lucifer, what the hell did you do to her?!” Dean snarled.

You looked back at ‘Nick’, “What’s he talking about?”

“Yeah, it turns out that I am the devil,” Lucifer mumbled to you under his breath.

“What happened to them?” Sam demanded, pointing his gun at the bodies.

Lucifer looked angry, “The world is a better place without them.”

“Get away from her,” Dean growled, moving closer to you.

Lucifer did not move. You raised your hand, “No, Dean. He saved me.”

The boys looked shocked. Lucifer offered you his hand, which you took and he helped you stand. You picked up and shrugged your flannel back on. “Are you hurt?” Lucifer asked.

“No, just shaken up a bit,” You said, shame creeping up on you. “I want to go home.”

You walked past them.

Dean reached out a hand to stop you but you rounded on him. “Don’t touch me.”

Dean held his hand up and let you pass. You walked back into the bar and grabbed your bag off the floor. You took your remaining shot, slammed the glass down onto the table, and wiped your mouth. You pushed the door open and walked out. You picked up your pace and within moments, you were running, tears whipping by you as you moved. You arrived at your apartment building in a few minutes. You fumbled for your fob inside your purse. Eventually retrieving it and letting yourself into the building. You got onto the elevator and hit the button for the penthouse. The loud whirring of the lift made you feel uncomfortable and you held your breath until you got to your floor.

You walked down the long hallway as it stretched out before you, reaching your unit in a few seconds. You unlocked the door and walked inside, turning on the light closest to you. You slid down the door and couldn’t help but weep into your hands. After ten minutes on the floor, you heard three sharp raps at the door, the sound making you jump. You slowly stood up and looked out of your peephole. It was Lucifer.

You opened the door, not bothering to wipe the tears from your eyes. There was no strength in your voice when you spoke and all that came out was a barely audible whisper. “Hi.”

He walked forward and you backed up as he entered your apartment. He shut the door behind him. When he locked it you began to hyperventilate. You backed up into the wall and started to cry again. Lucifer held up his hands, “Y/N, I’m not going to hurt you.”

“O-Okay,” You stuttered through your tears. You held onto your arm where the men had been holding you.

“Does that hurt?” He asked, nodding to your arm, his voice tender and gentle. You nodded. He reached his hand out but you flinched away. He took a breath, wanting to show you that he wasn’t a threat. “I’m an angel. I can heal you.”

“I can heal myself,” You said, as you squeezed your arm. After a few moments you felt a wave of exasperation hit you. “It’s not working.”

“You’re in shock. Let me help you,” Lucifer pleaded with you. Silent tears flowed endlessly down your cheeks. After a moment, you agreed. Lucifer placed two fingers to your forehead and in an instant, the pain had vanished. He was standing close to you and strangely enough, you didn’t feel claustrophobic with his proximity.

“T-Thank you, for before. I don’t know what would have…” You trailed away, staring at the door behind Lucifer. You looked down the hallway to the bathroom and walked towards it, stopping at the open door. Lucifer stood behind you. “I need a bath.”

Lucifer snapped his fingers and the tub was filled with water.

“I want it scalding,” You murmured. Another snap and steam began to rise from the waters’ surface. You didn’t hesitate, walking to the rather large clawfoot tub and entering it with your clothes on. The water burned your skin through the fabric as you sunk down into the water. You held onto the edges of the tub and stared ahead.

Lucifer walked in and sat on the closed lid of the toilet across from you. Your skin was turning red which worried him. “I can cool it down if you want.”

You looked at him with a pained expression. “This isn’t my first rodeo.”

Rage welled up inside Lucifer’s chest as he imagined whatever horrendous, violating, situation you’d been through in the past. He wracked your mind for information and found the man responsible. Lucifer made a note to rip his throat out later.

Your voice snapped him out of his building anger. “Your eyes are red.”

Lucifer blinked as his irises returned to their normal blue. “They do that.”

“Why?” You asked, curious and also desperate to talk about anything else.

Lucifer shrugged with a small grin, “It happens when I’m upset or when I’m trying to strike fear into the hearts of men.”

“Am I supposed to be afraid of you?” You asked, wincing at the burning heat of the water.

Lucifer threaded his fingers together and twiddled his thumbs. “Are you?”

“No,” You said honestly. Lucifer was glad that you weren’t afraid of him. He wanted to sit in that bath with you and hold you until you felt safe again. He didn’t know what was coming over him. He’d never felt this way about anyone before. And he barely knew you. Which is what made his behaviour even more bizarre. His mind reeled at the thought of spending more time with you. “So, you’re upset then.”

“I’m fine,” Lucifer said, trying his best to reassure you. You nodded, accepting his answer and not pushing it further.

Your eyes were pink from crying and more tears kept flowing down your cheeks. Your breathing was shaky and fast. You bowed your head, “I can extract someone’s life-force. I can physically drag it out of their body and end their life. I can bend spiritual energy and project blasts that can attack people. And for the life of me, I couldn’t protect myself. I did nothing. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t move.”

Lucifer didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t good at this. He was good at killing people and he’d done that. He walked over to the tub and squatted beside it. He gently lifted your chin with his finger so that you were looking at him. “You don’t have to explain yourself to anyone. Shit happens and sometimes you can’t control your reaction.”

Lucifer felt rather victorious when a small smile pulled at your lips. The angel leaned forwards and placed a kiss on your forehead. Almost immediately, he felt shock run through his body. Why did I do that? He thought, scared that he’d gone too far and spooked you.

Something about him made you feel comfortable and safe. His kiss made your heart flutter and you’d leaned into it willingly. You felt an unusual surge and couldn’t control your next words. “You know, if tonight had gone well I would have liked to have actually kissed you.”

Lucifer couldn’t stifle the blush that rose in his cheeks. He wanted to avert his gaze, feeling oddly bashful, but he kept it steady with yours. He smiled, “Another time.”

You nodded, “That would be nice.”

Lucifer put his hand in the water and frowned. “Okay, that’s enough. It’s way too hot for you to be sitting in here still. You’re going to get burns.”

He pulled the plug and water drained out. He helped you up and out of the tub and wrapped a towel around you. He drew you in close to his chest to keep you warm and he began to rub your back. You’re safe with me. He thought. I won’t let anyone hurt you.

“Do you have a change of clothes?” Lucifer asked you.

“Uh, yeah, in my bedroom down the hall,” He released you and went to find them. You held onto the towel for dear life, your anxiety skyrocketing without the presence of the angel. Lucifer returned with a pair of yellow fleece pyjama pants and a white long sleeved sleeping shirt. He put them on the counter and slipped out of the bathroom. You panicked when he left. “Where are you going?”

Lucifer reappeared, “I’m just waiting out here. I figured you might want to change alone.”

You nodded, agreeing with him. You shut the door and began to undress. Lucifer slid down the wall and sat on the floor. He sighed, wanting to undress you but knowing it wasn’t right. He didn’t want to push you and he wanted you to want him as much as he wanted you. The door opened and you emerged, clad in cozy clothes. Lucifer stood and scooped you up. He carried you to your room where the covers had already been pulled back. He tucked you in and went around to sit on the other side of the bed.

“Stay with me, please,” You murmured before drifting off to sleep.

Lucifer kissed your forehead once more. “I’ll stay as long as you need.”

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