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ijustwantedtobeoneofthestrokesuk · 2 months ago

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Now That’s What I Call Music

Music was tribal when you had to go to the effort of finding it. Streaming is great because we can access anything, on demand, but the internet has watered down the subcultures.

Pop was having a heyday in the late ‘90’s with the likes of Britney, Christina and NSync while Eminem’s white skin was commercialising hip hop on a major level for the first time. For the alternatives, NME didn’t have a tribe. Guitar music was a big deal as the 2000’s hit, but Kerrang! had them all. There was the odd crossover like Foo Fighters, Red Hot Chilli Peppers and Muse. NME was still clinging on with the likes of Oasis, who already had their best years or middle road acts such as Coldplay and Travis. Blink 182, Sum 41 and Good Charlotte were bringing new life into the established pop punk scene of Green Day, NOFX and Rancid but the New Rock Revolution was a response to another Kerrang! scene, nu metal, led by Limp Bizkit, Linkin Park and Slipknot. Guitar music was loud.

Kerrang! was outselling the NME for the first time ever, nu metal might have felt like a fad but those bands are still around, outselling any band from the New Rock Revolution. Kerrang! played the long game, you can still go to the shop and buy it.

Pop Punk

Californian band Green Day accidentally created a genre, which has been pretty huge ever since.

The 3-piece were part of East Bay DIY punk scene when they formed in 1987. They might have gone on to become leaders of the pop punk movement but in their early years, they were ride or die when it came to the punk ethos which centered around the 924 Gilman Street Club in Berkeley.

7 years after forming, 7 years playing relentlessly in squats and scummy venues, touring in tiny vans and having little money while handling drug addiction (and probably mental health, but that wasn’t a thing back then). Green Day had an opportunity to capitalise on the success they built from the ground up as major record labels chased the band who ended up signing with Reprise Records, owned by Warner Bros. Green Day had sold out, the punk community felt betrayed that they had cashed in and not stayed independent, which is mental. ‘Punk’ changed as their first album on a major label, Dookie was a huge success around the world which inspired a generation of kids to form ‘pop punk’ bands.

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The 2 albums that followed Dookie did well, but not to the same extent which gave fellow Californians Blink 182 an opportunity. Like Green Day, Blink 182, who formed in 1992 had built up a following in the underground punk scene. 4 years later, they signed with Universal’s MCA Records which drew criticism from the underground but they were silenced when Dude Ranch took the band to new heights.

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Everything they achieved with Dude Ranch was eclipsed in 1999 with Enema of the State and two huge singles, What’s My Age Again and All the Small Things. The punk in pop punk was hard to hear in these MTV friendly hits (with iconic videos that would have gone viral if that was a thing) but they still had that chaotic attitude as well as lip piercings and dyed hair. In that same year Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater was released on the Playstation with a soundtrack that helped break more pop punk bands including Goldfinger and The Vandals.

In 2001 Sum 41 broke out with their hits Fat Lip and In Too Deep on the ‘proper’ debut album, All Killer No Filler. In the video for Still Waiting from their second album Does This Look Infected? in 2002 they rebranded themselves as The Sums and mimicked The Strokes. Good Charlotte came through a year later with their huge singles Girls & Boys and Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous, which came with tongue-in-cheek videos. These were even poppier, however, they paid homage to less commercial bands such as Rancid, this became a good entry point for radio listeners to get into underground movements.

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2004 was the year when pop-punk innovators Green Day would reinvent themselves once again. The trio expressed their frustration of their President and the aftermath of 9/11 which led to the war on Iraq with the release of a concept masterpiece, American Idiot. Punk has always been political, NOFX had been banging on about their distrust for Bush since the moment he stepped into the White House but they were preaching to the converted. Green Day was doing it on a mainstream level and they weren’t being subtle about it and it took them into ‘biggest band in the world’ territory.

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The 9/11 terrorist attacks proved to be a catalyst for another band who would go on to follow in the footsteps of Green Day’s theatrics but in another subgenre, emo.

Gerard Way, from New Jersey was an intern at Cartoon Network in New York, just a few blocks from the World Trade Centre and witnessed the terrorist attack firsthand. This made the 24-year-old reassess his life and do what he’d secretly dreamed to do, start a band. 3 months after the original My Chemical Romance line-up formed they recorded debut album, I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love. The band already started to build an audience while playing the New Jersey circuit but it was MySpace where they really started to make a name for themselves, especially as the album was available to download from the social media platform.

My Chemical Romance made it ok for boys to wear makeup, they were more than a band for their fans, so much so that The Daily Mail would call them a “cult”. They weren’t particularly cool, kinda geeky and their fanbase, the MCRmy bought into the band who didn’t really fit in. After building a reputation and give ‘emo’ a direction with their first two albums, it was The Black Parade, released in 2006 that stopped outsiders mocking them. The flawless, theatrical record took the band into Green Day territory. At the time, for many, they were a guilty pleasure but years later they have been celebrated by the likes of The 1975, Post Malone and Phoebe Bridgers. Being emo came cool in the late 2010’s.

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While My Chemical Romance created a movement, fellow pop punk/emo champs Paramore have seen their legacy creep into pop via Taylor Swift and Olivia Rodrigo while Soundcloud rappers often credit emo bands as influences.

Nu Metal

Nu metal challenged pop punk for the front page of Kerrang!. It was an odd mix of genres, it was toned down metal, often with rap vocals instead of screaming and it was led by Limp Bizkit, Korn, Papa Roach and Staind but it was Linkin Park who came out of the fad while many others fell away.

Without the charismatic and corny Limp Bizkit frontman Fred Durst nu metal might not have ever existed. His persistence for success came after previous bands failed to do anything in Florida’s underground, Fred worked tirelessly to blend punk, metal and rap together. Formed in 1994, Limp Bizkit stood out but they didn’t fit in. Their first 2 albums helped build a fan base but it was 2000’s Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water that brought nu metal to the masses but the highs were over just 3 years later.

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Californian band Linkin Park capitalised on the groundwork Limp Bizkit had put in. Their debut album, Hybrid Theory was released in 2000 took the band further than Limp Bizkit could have dreamt of. In 2004 they bridged the rap/rock crossover a step further when they collaborated with Jay Z on the Collision Course EP. Prior to frontman, Chester Bennington committing suicide in 2017 the band released 7 albums, 6 of which topped the US album chart. After some time away, Linkin Park returned, selling out stadiums and became a generation band.

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While nu-metal was giving metal a rap makeover, it helped put metal back into the consciousness of the mainstream, particularly for Metallica. Their 2003 album, St Anger was their first for 6 years and the first since their highly publicised spat with Napster. Nu metal brought a new generation of metal fans and St Anger was a new dawn for the legends.

With old and new fans swooning over Metallica, Iowa’s larger-than-life metal band Slipknot took their opportunity with a heavier sound and bigger live stage than anything else out there.

Following their self-titled debut in 1999 Slipknot have gone on to become unlikely chart toppers. The controversial, mask-wearing group are metal but not like metal like Metalica, they weren’t nu metal either. They became the leaders of the new generation of metal, they were exactly what the genre needed, bringing back the characteristics that were missing in rock ‘n’ roll which had become a little safe. Their masks and costumes made them visually scary while live shows could be chaotic and dangerous. The band got your attention before you’d even listened to them, and this was before social media. Their live shows are theatrical with big production, pyrotechnics, fire and in the early days, interactions with audience members led to court cases.

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It wasn’t just their early live shows which drew negative attention. Their aggressive lyrics have been linked to crimes (something that rappers would also be criticised for).

New Rap

In 1999 Eminem released The Slim Shady LP, his second album but the one that introduced him to a mainstream audience, lead single, My Name Is was unavoidable. The album changed the trajectory of hip-hop.

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Black People Invented Rock ‘n’ Roll

Eminem could have come along in 1999 and white-washed hip hop as his commercial appeal was unlike anything that had come before him. It might sound wild when you consider how huge hip-hop culture has become but white people have a habit of taking from black culture. Black people were the ones who created rock ‘n’ roll.

Rock ‘n’ Roll exists because of r’n’b (the original definition of ‘rhythm and blues’ from 1950’s, not R&B from the 90’s), it was Little Richard, Chuck Berry, Fats Domino and Ray Charles who mastered the sound that got white girls dancing. Black artists didn’t ‘sell’ so the music industry created a white replica, Elvis who they could flaunt to a white audience. Ok, his gyrating hips might not have exactly gone down well either but this was 1950’s America, sexualised dancing might have proved to be controversial but more acceptable than teens fan-girling over black men. The Beatles and The Rolling Stones were heavily influenced by these black artists and they weren’t afraid to credit them for it but their popularity white-washed the genre. Eminem’s early success could have done the same damage to hip hop, thankfully the majority of white rappers have been trash.

By the time Eminem went straight in at no.2 in the US album charts with The Slim Shady LP in February 1999 the second generation of rappers were on the rise. Rap had to reinvent itself after the East Coast/West Coast rivalries led to the murder of 2 rap gods, Tupac and Biggie. Jay Z took the banton and evolved, alongside Eminen and his mainstream appeal. Jay already had released 3 highly regarded albums, there was 4 much-loved OutKast records, 5 groundbreaking Beastie Boys albums while Nas and Snoop Dogg had put themselves amongst the Mount Rushmore of rap. Hip hop was still a relevatily new genre, but it was on a momentum.

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heuhuewaves · 2 years ago

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show me how|chapter 7

This chapter serves as a part 2 to chapter 6

Content warnings: smut and fluff. that’s all!

Word count: 1.9K

song for this chapter: so much better by tinashe

song link: https://open.spotify.com/track/5NCthEXEenk6MaFI7IZGbz?si=69a84a889193410b

Billy had arrived at your house. His car parked at the end of your front yard. It wasn’t exactly the best time most ideal to get home. Normally you would've been back in your bedroom by 10:30 if It wasn’t for you and Billy pouring your hearts out to each other in a Mcdonalds parking lot.

“I’m honestly not sure if my parents are home or not.” You said to Billy as you exited out of the passenger side of his car.

“Why would that be an issue?” Billy questioned.

“Because, when they see you they’re going to ask you a million questions. As if that’s already not enough, I’m attempting to sneak a boy in my house this late at night.” You continued. You’re parents were never too fond of Billy. He was pretty much an asshole to everyone except you when the two of you dated back in California. Even your own parents couldn’t catch a break when it came to him. You opened the door and were met with both of your parents sitting on the couch, watching a movie in the living room. once the both of you were noticed, They looked blankly at you and Billy, not quite registering the sight they were met with. After a few seconds of silence your mom spoke up.

“Wow, Billy, It feels like it’s been ages since we last saw you. How have you been?” Your mom asked him. You were sulking off to the side. This is what you weren’t looking forward to. Your mom was more forgiving and interactive with Billy. Your dad on the other hand, hated the boy. He swore he would never forgive him for how messy the breakup was.

“It does. I’ve been good. I hope it’s not too much trouble but I was wondering if I could stay the night here? You know how Neil is and I don’t want him to see me like this.” Billy said as he gestured to his bruised cheek. your mom looked sympathetic. Your dad on the other hand, had no remorse.

“Of course. Y/N you know where the first aid kit is.” Your mom spoke as the you and your ex made it up the stairs. The bathroom was the 2nd door to right. It was kinda cramped, but big enough to fit the two of you. He leaned back against the counter while you fished for a rag and the first aid kit that was packed away in a counter. You wet the rag and began to dab it on the dried blood that was littered around Billy’s nose.

“It’s been forever since you last had to take care of me like this. Have you ever missed it?” He questioned.

“Sometimes. But I’ve missed a lot of things we shared together.” you responded. Billy’s curiosity spiked.

“Like what?”

“Probably that one summer where you worked at surf shop on the pier and I would walk there to see you as soon as you got off work. Then we would go walk around on the beach. It’s the sweet shit like that.” You explained. All of it was true. You deeply missed the moments where it would just be the two of you walking around on the beach. “What about you?”

“Honestly, you took my exact thoughts. I would do a lot to to go back to those times.” Billy reminisced. He would be lying if he said he didn’t miss every single the two of you shared back in California. Silence fell over the room as you continued to clean up Billy’s face. “So... What are you thinking about doing after high school?” He continued.

“Still have no idea. I’ve been looking at colleges but nothing has spiked my interest. What about you?” You asked.

“I’m going back to Cali. That’s been my plan since I first got here. I hate Hawkins. So much. It’s done nothing good for me.” Billy spoke. You could really tell the pain in his voice. He missed California so much. He missed the friends he had made there. He missed the history he had there with his mom. Hawkins didn’t have much going for it. He thought of it as a filler placement for his life. He didn’t plan on living in this shit excuse for a living space for the rest of his life.

“Fair. I’m leaning towards that option as well. I don’t think either of us are suited for small towns.” You giggled. Billy laughed quietly along with you. You were soon finished with cleaning up his face and began to bandage his cheek where he had gotten most of the hits. “I mean if things continue to go as planned, maybe we could go back to Cali together?” Billy stared blankly at you and offered no reaction. Immediately realizing the sudden nature of your question, you looked away in embarrassment. “Sorry if that was too forward and out of the blue. I was just thinking that-” You were cut off. Billy caressed your cheek.

“No. You’re fine. It’s not a bad idea and I’d be down if everything works out.” Billy spoke. You both smiled at each other. Billy’s eyes wandered to the bath tub that was towards your right. His mind began to wander with thoughts. Thoughts that only Billy would have including a bathtub.

“Hey uh, I used to be a lifeguard last summer in case you didn’t know.”

You laughed. “What does that have to do with anything?” Billy smirked.

“You never know. You could start drowning in this bathtub right now and I would be the only one that could be able to save you.” Billy spoke, confidently. He knew exactly what he was doing as he moved closer towards you. “I could teach you how if you like. I do know a lot.” You were now pinned against the wall. Billy’s extended his arm and placed his hand right beside your head.

“Are you trying to fuck me Hargrove?” You questioned, tilting your head to the side.

“I mean what if I am? I could probably put my lifeguard moves to use. There’s freestyle, butterfly... doggy style.” Billy had the biggest smile on his face. His face was inches away from yours.

“Don’t you mean doggy paddle?” You asked sarcastically. You knew exactly what Billy was doing. This wasn't your first rodeo with him.

“And what if I don’t?” Billy was now even closer to you. His curls tickled the top of your face.

“Well then I guess you’re just going to have to show me what you mean then.” You dared. Neither of you knew how it happened. It just, happened. Billy leaned into you, finally breaking the tension that was left between your faces being inches away from each other and kissed you. It was passionate. It’s like the both of you had spent a year apart. His tongue began to maneuver its way around the inside your mouth. It didn’t take long before your tongue joined his and they began to dance for dominance with each other. Your body was up against his. You could practically feel the tent growing in his pants on the lower half of your body. Billy broke the kiss to catch his breath. You did the same.

“You wanna do this?” He questioned.

“Why stop now?” You smirked back. The two of you left the bathroom and scrambled to your bedroom where you continued the heated make out session. Billy threw you onto your bed and pinned you to the surface. The kiss continued. It was messy and rough. You could tell billy had been waiting to do this for the longest time. You couldn’t deny that you did either. Both of you missed each other’s touch. Each other’s lips. The body heat the two of you shared. It was perfect. Billy began to remove his basketball jersey as you did the same with your hoodie.

Billy hovered over you. You thanked yourself for accidentally leaving your LED lights on all day because his abs looked amazing in red lighting. Your eyes moved towards his lower body as he took off his shorts, along with his underwear. You doing the same again, as if you were in sync. Billy’s dick was huge. You knew that, but hadn’t realized that after being away from it for so long.

“Are you ready?” Billy asked.

“I’m all yours.” You said as you leaned back and smiled. With your permission, he entered you. You let out a quiet yet effective moan. Billy gasped from the shock of not being inside of your for so long. He started off slow. In and out. Your hips were grinding against each other. Billy knew how to work you. The angles, motions. It was all too familiar.

“Fuuuck. I don’t think you realize how much I’ve missed this Y/N.” Billy commented. You couldn’t think of a response. All you could do was smile in arousal. Your brain was mush. The only thing on your mind was Billy and his dick and how he was using it inside of you. He started to pick up the pace a little bit, causing you to moan louder. Billy shushed you. “Oh cmon’ baby, you don’t your parents to hear us. Do you?” He questioned sarcastically. Again, overpowered by arousal, all you could do was nod. Your parents being home honestly became an after thought.

“Billy. Go faster. Please.” You demanded in the nicest way possible.

“You sure you’re gonna be able to handle that?” Billy questioned as he smirked, continuing to thrust into you.

“Why would I be asking if I couldn’t?” You spoke, barely being able to catch your breath. Billy fulfilled your wish and began to go into you even faster. Breathy moans escaped both of your mouths.

Billy’s stamina was unmatched. You never knew how, but he had always been able to go for a long time. He knew how to go even longer when he was with someone he loved. Especially with you. It was even easier because he knew every inch of your body.

You noticed Billy’s breathing begin to hitch. It was a sign that he was close to finishing.

“I’m gonna f-fucking cum.” Billy stated.

“I’m c-close too.” You spoke back. Billy’s pace was picked up to an even faster speed. It wasn’t long until the both of you came at the same time. Moans escaping both of your lips. Billy laid on top of you before rolling over, switching your positions. You were no on top of him. He began to laugh.

“What’s funny?” You questioned.

“I just think it’s funny how bold you are before sex but whenever I’m on top of you, its a whole 180.” Billy giggled. You rolled your eyes knowing you couldn’t deny it. “Tomorrow’s Saturday, right?” Billy continued.

“Yeah, why?” you answered.

“Just checking. I don’t think I’d be able to go and focus through a whole entire school day knowing that we just had sex. You would be on my mind the entire day.” Billy said. You smiled, resting your head on his chest. His skin was soft. It was almost calming. Like a Xanax after trying to come down from something crazy.

“I’m flattered.” You laughed. “But I’m also tired.” You removed yourself from his manhood and laid on the side of Billy, snuggling up to him. “Goodnight Billy.”

“Goodnight Y/N.” Billy kissed you on your forehead. The two of you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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Writing smut is draining yet equally fun at the same time lmao

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tricksters-captain · 4 years ago

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Benedict Bridgerton / Anthony Bridgerton Imagines - Best Man Wins Part 3

AN: Here’s part 3! A little bit of a filler chapter but I promise things will start to pick up quickly!

(🎶🎶🎶) = Link to song

Overall Summary: Entering a society you thought you had left behind, you find yourself in a tricky triangle with two gentleman you never thought you’d fall for.

This Chapter: A sibling rivalry like no other.

(PART 1) // (PART 2)

Pairing(s): Anthony Bridgerton x fem!Reader, Benedict Bridgerton x fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,169

Warnings: None

Anthony reentered the Bridgerton house to see Benedict sat on the settee with Eloise and Francesca munching on some chocolates that Francesca had received as a gift that morning.

“Benedict, may I have a word?” Anthony asked, pulling off his gloves as he entered the drawing room.

“Go ahead, Brother.” Benedict said through a mouthful of chocolate.

“Privately.” Anthony shot a look at his sisters to which neither moved.

Benedict sighed as everyone in the family knew of the girls stubbornness and so he left the room with Anthony.

They entered Anthony’s study where Benedict sat down in the corner on a comfy chair and Anthony leant against his desk.

“What is it, Brother?” Benedict asked, popping a chocolate he had brought with him in his mouth.

“What are your intentions with (Y/n) (Y/l/n)?” Anthony asked with complete seriousness.

Benedict chuckled lightly as he leant forward.

“What ever do you mean, Brother?” Benedict pondered.

“I know you paid her a call today. And you danced with her last night.” Anthony informed his younger brother.

“So?” Benedict couldn’t understand why his brother was being so serious.

“Do you wish to marry this girl?” Anthony asked the same question as his mother had to him.

“Anthony. She’s a beautiful woman. The most beautiful I’ve seen in a very long time. If I wish to spend time with her, it doesn’t mean I wish to marry her. Why are you so curious about this one? I’ve danced with many other girls before.” Benedict had an idea. He wasn’t stupid, he knew that Anthony had paid (Y/n) a visit too that day.

“You haven’t sent flowers to a girl before.” Anthony stated. Which was the truth, none of them had.

“Neither have you, Brother.” Benedict retorted.

“Seems we have a situation here.” Anthony folded his arms across his chest.

“Seems we do.” Benedict rose to his feet and mimicked his older brother.

“I say...” Anthony sighs. “...We both can spend time with Miss (Y/l/n) if we wish and if anything comes of it then we shall see just which brother she prefers.”

Benedict could see the mischievous glint in his brother’s eye.

“But we do not let this get in the way of the family. If this spirals out of our control and comes between us then we both agree to leave the girl alone?” Anthony added.

“Agreed.” Benedict held out his hand and the brothers shook on it.

Surely this was just harmless courting... there wasn’t any wedding bells ringing just yet...

After a long day of suitors, you decided to flop on the settee with your book and curl up comfortably, munching on some of the treats that were brought to you today.

“Oh sit up, (Y/n).” Your mother chided you as she went to leave the room. “It’s unladylike.”

“There are currently no men in this house. I may sit how I please.” You argued as you popped another macaroon into your mouth just to irritate her.

“Stop eating all those sweets too! We have another event to attend tomorrow night and you don’t want me instructing the tightening of your corset if you are bloated because of it.” Your mother called back before disappearing into the house.

You groaned and pushed the pack away, taking only one extra.

You felt the sun through the window find it’s way to your face, warming you. It truly was a lovely day outside and you had been stuck indoors the entire time.

“Lottie!” You called out as you pushed yourself to your feet.

“Yes Miss.” She appeared quickly as she flattened her skirt.

“I shall like to take a stroll.” You announced, putting down the book that you had failed to read all day

“I shall fetch your coat and cap, miss.” Lottie rushed out into the hall to which you followed.

You tied your cap to your head and Lottie helped you with your coat before you left the house.

You walked in silence, raising your head slightly to feel the sun as Lottie followed a short distance behind you.

“Miss (Y/l/n)!” A girls voice cried out.

You looked across the street towards the park where you spotted two young girls heading towards you.

You recognised the both of them from the night before. One had the familiar chestnut hair of the Bridgerton family and the other a rather bright red head of hair.

“I don’t know if you remember me, Miss (Y/l/n) but I’m Penelope Featherington.” Penelope lowered her head as she greeted you with a bright smile.

“Of course I remember you, Miss Featherington.” You had some recollection of an orange haired tot.

“Please call me Penelope.” Penelope insisted.

“And you must call me Eloise. I remember how kind you used to be offering for me to play with you and Daphne when all I wanted to do was play with Colin and the boys.” Eloise greeted you with the same enthusiasm.

“It’s pleasure to see you again, Eloise. And I must extend the same invitation, you both must call me (Y/n).” You were thankful for their warm welcome. Before this social season you were terrified no one would wish to speak to you after your fathers scandal.

“You simply must promenade with us!” Eloise took hold of your arm as she guided you towards the park.

“How is your brother Colin? I remember how he used to pull Daphne’s hair and make her scream for your mother.” You couldn’t help but giggle at your childhood memories.

“He is off seeing the world. He left after the last season and only seems to come back for a handful of weeks at a time.” Eloise explained. He had always been the naughtiest of the Bridgeton siblings yet the one who seemingly could always get away with murder.

“And your sisters, Penelope?” You queried.

“Still unmarried despite Mother’s attempts to sell them to then men of the ton.” Penelope mumbled to your enjoyment.

The three of you laughed together as you walked through the park.

“Mother has not stopped talking about you since she saw you last night. I believe she’s already written Daphne three letters insisting they come down to London earlier than they had planned.” Eloise told you as she squeezed your arm.

“Oh goodness. I hope Daphne doesn’t trouble herself and rush down just to see me. We haven’t seen each other in lord knows how long.” You shook your head at Violet’s attempt to rekindle old relationships.

“11 years to be exact.” Eloise spoke up. You furrowed your eyebrows at her in curiosity and amusement.

“Lady Whistledown.” Penelope explained for her.

“That woman really does know everything, doesn’t she?” You chuckled.

“Incredible woman, I think. I’ve searched for her but my efforts have resulted in nothing so far.” Eloise pouted at the idea she hasn’t been the genius to unmask the anonymous writer.

You felt yourself shiver slightly as the wind blew past the three of you. The clouds had made the sky overcast and the wind had picked up sending through a chill.

“You must come back with me and Penelope and have some tea to warm up. You can’t walk all the way back to your house in this cold. You can borrow one of our carriages.” Eloise took notice of your shudder and you couldn’t refuse in a polite way as she was right and so you found yourself at the Bridgerton house front door.

“Mama! I have a guest!” Eloise announced loudly in the house which made you laugh again. Eloise hadn’t become any more ladylike than she had been as a toddler.

“Eloise, you mustn't shout.” Violet had begun to scold Eloise as she exited the drawing room but her face lit up at the sight of you.

“Miss (Y/l/n)!” Violet’s face shone as she announced your name.

“Please, Lady Bridgeton, call me (Y/n).” You squeezed her hands as she took hold of your own.

“(Y/n), I believe I told you to call me Violet.” She gave you a jesting warning stare and you nodded with a smile.

“Violet.” You started. “I’m sorry to arrive unannounced, I bumped into Eloise and Penelope in the park and Eloise insisted I come back to warm up.”

“No worries, my dear! No worries at all! I’ll have a fresh pot of tea brought up with some cakes and biscuits.” Violet guided you all into the drawing room to which you spotted Francesca playing the pianoforte.

“(Y/n)!” Francesca paused her playing to greet you.

“Oh my goodness. I thought Eloise had grown so much. Now look at you!” You gushed over the beautiful girl. “Both of you have blossomed into such beautiful women.”

“Thank you.” Francesca smiled warmly at you. “But I am not the seasons incomparable, that is you.”

“As Whistledown writes.” You mutter.

“As the reaction from the ton’s men last night proclaimed.” Eloise laughed along with her sister.

“Still, I gather you’ve been busy today with callers.” You gestured to the flower displays around the room.

“Not as busy as your residence. I hear every man in the ton went to call on you today.” Francesca brushed off her own accomplishments.

“I bet it’s exhausting. Constantly, ‘hello, oh yes thank you for the flowers that will die in a couple of weeks if not days, goodbye, hello, oh yes thank you, goodbye, oh hello, another man coming with the intention to enslave me as his wife’...” Eloise mocked the gentleman which made you burst out in laughter that you could not contain.

“I’m glad to know you find my sister as amusing as she finds herself.” Anthony’s voice seemed to come from nowhere.

You spun around to see him stood in the doorway. Just as handsome as he was earlier that day.

“Lord Bridgerton.” You bowed your head in greeting to which he replied with the same.

“I was just coming to find my mother.” Anthony told you. “But I am glad to have found you instead.”

“Are you saying you’d rather see someone more than your dear mother?” Violet came up behind Anthony with a maid holding a tray of tea beside her.

“There are very few people I’d rather see than you, Mother.” Anthony tried to charm his mother but she only responded with a ‘hmmmm’.

You couldn’t help but smile at the exchange.

The maid placed the tray down and Violet began to pour cups of tea.

“Tea, Anthony?” She asked her eldest who had been watching you as you sat down on the settee beside Eloise and Penelope.

“Just a small cup, please, Mother. I had intended to go to the club shortly.” Anthony sat himself down on the opposite settee, his attentions never leaving you.

You glanced towards the man and felt your cheeks flush slightly at his bold stare.

“Where has Benedict got too?” Eloise questioned her older brother.

“I believe he is in the back garden getting some air.” Anthony responded, finally letting his attention move from you over to his sister.

“It was lovely all day until just now, the clouds covering the sun suddenly made the temperature drop.” You spoke up as you took your tea from Violet.

“It has been one of our colder starts to the season.” Violet sighed.

“I don’t mind it being colder than usual. Saves me from sweating through my ridiculous dresses.” Eloise stated which earned a disapproving look from her mother.

“Eloise!” Violet scolded her quietly.

“It’s quite alright. I must agree that conditions can become quite unpleasant in the summer when we are expected to look our best.” You were on Eloise’s side. It had been terrible working hot summer days in the thick second hand dresses you often wore as a lady’s companion.

“I bet summer by the sea was enjoyable these past few years however?” Anthony asked as if he had read your mind.

“Indeed. We were very fortunate.” You didn’t want to expand on the matter as your mother had warned you about speaking of your previous life before society.

“What did you do all these years out in the country?” Eloise pressed but fortunately Violet cut in.

“Eloise enough! (Y/n) has not been here five minutes, she does not need your interrogation.” Violet quietened Eloise to which you were grateful.

You sent her a subtle smile which Anthony didn’t miss.

He had too wondered what your life had been like after your father’s scandal but he knew it wasn’t his place to ask... yet.

“I hear from Eloise that you sent Daphne news of my arrival?” You were the one to initiate change of topic.

“Oh yes! Daphne has written back and has expressed just how terribly excited she is to see you again, Dear.” Violet smiled widely as she thought on the letter.

“I can’t imagine just how beautiful she must be now after seeing Eloise and Francesca so grown.” You were excited to see your old playmate but you also felt nervous. Daphne had always been the pretty one, the clever one out of the two of you. After seeing the other Bridgerton daughters, you couldn’t even begin to picture what Daphne looked like now.

“She was named her season’s incomparable, however, I fear that may not have been true if you had returned earlier.” Anthony placed his cup down and smirked mischievously at you.

“It is a good thing that (Y/n) returned this year instead then.” Violet sent Anthony a sideways glance.

“Mother, may I steal our guest away for a tour of the house since she has not visited in such a long while?” Anthony had a playful look in his eyes which his mother never failed to notice.

“If (Y/n) agrees to it.” Violet looked towards you.

“That would be lovely. I was only just gushing over the wisteria from the house in Benedict’s bouquet earlier today.” You suddenly regretted your choice of words as you said them. It was awkward enough for you to have received flowers from both brothers only for you to mention it in front of everyone.

“I assured Benedict you’d like them.” Violet only smiled warmly as Fran and Eloise shared a look.

Anthony rose to his feet and offered you his arm.

He lead you from the drawing you and began his tour.

“I must admit I didn’t expect to be seeing you again so soon.” Anthony smirked as you walked alongside him.

“I simply ran into Eloise and Penelope in the park and Eloise insisted I visit and use one of your carriages to travel home.” You explained again even though you had mentioned it earlier. “If that’s still alright, of course.”

“I insist. The walk to your residence may not be very long but in the wind it can be disagreeable.” Anthony looked straight ahead as he spoke which allowed you a closer view at his side profile. He had a strong jaw and the curve of his lips was enhanced by the light from the window ahead which made you nibble down on your own. It was almost enough to make you forget it was rude to stare.

“I feel I must apologise for my intrusion. You had told your mother you were meant to be heading for the gentleman’s club. I fear I am keeping you.” You tried to keep from a silence falling between you two.

“Believe me, Miss (Y/l/n), there is nothing I would rather be doing than this right at this moment.” Anthony glanced down at you with honest eyes. It caused your chest to tighten.

“I must admit I find that hard to believe.” You tried to hide your smile as you tested the man.

“Is that so?” Anthony cocked his eyebrow at you. “And what do you suppose I would find more interesting than spending this time with you?”

“Oh boyish things I suppose. Watching boxing, gambling, visiting the theatre after hours.” You smiled as you listed off the events on your fingers.

“Are you insinuating I visit the theatre’s after hours? I thought we had already discussed these matters earlier, Miss (Y/l/n)?” Anthony feigned hurt as he spoke.

“Discussed? No. I’d say we approached the topic of your rakish reputation before my mother interrupted and you fled the house.” You were having too much fun with this.

“Fled? Now that is where I have to disagree. I would never flee anywhere.” Anthony continued walking you through the house as you conversed.

You spotted from a distance, the backdoor of the house was ajar and through the window you could see Benedict sat in the garden with a book and a pencil.

Was Benedict an artist?

As you grew closer to the backdoor you suddenly felt a nervosa rise in your stomach. You didn’t think you were quite ready to speak to both Anthony and Benedict alone.

“Do you suppose we should return to the drawing room before Eloise starts conspiring where we have gotten too?” You stopped in your step to try and turn both you and Anthony around.

“You’re right. I don’t doubt she has already been gossiping with miss Featherington about our whereabouts.” Anthony turned on his heels and you both started back to the drawing room.

“Will I be expecting to see you at the Helliwell’s ball the day after the next?” Anthony asked as you drew closer to company once again.

“Yes. My Mama has already accepted the invitation so we will be attending.” You informed him.

“Well, until then, Miss (Y/l/n).” Anthony stopped just before you reached the door to the drawing room and faced you. He pressed a light kiss to your knuckles and hovered your hand before his lips. “I must be off to the club now but I will send a carriage for you before I go.”

“Thank you, Lord Bridgerton.” You nodded your head politely.

“Please, it’s Anthony.” Anthony smirked at you, refraining from sending you a wink as he backed away.

“Is that Anthony off, dearest?” Violet asked as you reentered the drawing room.

“Yes.” You nodded. “Which does remind me that I must be off home before my mother worries I've been gone too long.”

“Well, it’s been lovely seeing you, Dear.” Violet rose from her seat and embraced you warmly.

“Thank you for having me.” You hugged her back with a grateful smile. “I will be back soon no doubt.”

“I’ll be holding you to that.” Violet held her finger to you with a gay squint.

You heard the horses out front and you knew this was your cue to leave.

You bid farewell to Penelope, Francesca and Eloise before entering the carriage.

As you looked back at the house, you felt something arise in you. It was a worrying feeling. A worry that the attention from both the Bridgerton men was going to get you into trouble or worse...

(Next part soon!)

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meimae · 4 years ago

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Look at me, not being on time for my April Immersion Overview as is the usual. (・w・;

First, little blog updates to get out of the way:

I reached 100 followers! Got an influx of people checking out my 1 year update post, and got plenty of nice compliments on my data collection.

For those of you wondering just why I keep up with so much data, it's mostly because it can get really hard to notice how much you're improving in a language especially with something like immersion learning that for people who don't get it feels like a waste of time or a time sink.

Graphs showing consistency, improvement in reading speed, increasing vocabulary counts, and generally just seeing numbers grow turns language learning more fun and motivating for me, and if as a bonus, it encourages someone to try immersion learning then that would be cool!

With that said, whether you're here as a fellow language learner, graphs enthusiast (笑), or just want some Japanese media recommendations, ようこそ!

Also, made a tiny DP change - it’s チト from 少女週末旅行. Pretty sure it’s the first manga series I ever finished in Japanese (not the first one I started since ちはやふる is still ongoing), and I always felt a bit of a ☆connection☆ with her - between her book-loving personality and being a no-nonsense kind of person, there was no way for me not to enjoy her character. Great beginner anime/manga if you’re not into most beginner recommendations.

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April has been a pretty good immersion month, as I was able to dip my toes in a variety of media. A bit competitive, too! The club I joined has been pulling all the stops to get to the Top 20 Immersion Leaderboard in it’s first month. I was able to snag the 9th spot among a bunch of people of different comprehension levels (the majority being N1+ since they’re able to comprehend much more and in turn stand longer immersion hours). Lots of tiny complaints though of potential “whitenoising” content (”listening” and “reading” but not comprehending very well just to get a large number to post), but really what can you do? People lie all the time on the internet. Besides, it’s internet points that doesn’t do anything beyond being a little shiny I guess.

Enough about that, let’s get into the nitty-gritty details you came here for!

ANIME

フルーツバスケット

Might need to rewatch this one. Felt like I didn’t connect with the characters the way the rest of its fandom has. I’m kinda sad about it, since I normally love Slice of Life and Fantasy, and I know this is one of my friend’s diehard shows.

ラブライブ! School Idol Project S2

A filler anime to watch tbh. Nice and easy enough to follow for beginners. Pretty good songs. With regards to it being a show about music and moe, I still 100% prefer K-On! if I’m going to be honest, but for a show about non-toxic idols, it’s good!

魔法少女まどか☆マギカ

First read this as English translated manga when I was 13 or something. Mistakes were made. Let’s all just agree to throw キュウベえ into a pit of fire and never talk about it again. Great ending and a show that really reworked the magical girl genre. But seriously, I was traumatized by マミ’s death then and now, help.

四月は君の嘘

Already knew what was going to happen even before watching this so I didn’t ugly cry like I was expecting. Still got that awful sinking feeling though. 10/10 would recommend for a good cry. Also, I’m planning to read the manga, might enjoy that more, because I’ve always liked it more than anime actually. *shocked pikachu face*

ホリミヤ

Watched before I even finished the manga which felt like a mistake at first until I realized that it perfectly stops where I stopped reading. Nice and comfy anime, the kind I would have loved as a teen. Fun animation too, making parts very dramatic even though it wasn’t really that deep of an issue even in the manga. Just teens feeling feelings. Still salty that we lose bad boy styled 宮村, but I get why it had to happen.

AUDIOBOOKS

氷菓

Second re-listen. I understand it fine, but it’s very easy to drift off when you can’t catch all the words so I had to replay often. Will have to mine more from the anime/book.

君の名は

I mined from the anime, and was really pleased to be able to follow all 6 hours of this audiobook perfectly fine. Will need to read the book, because I realized just how seamless reading it would be after listening to it with hardly any issue.

BOOKS

キッチェン

Completed! Read my thoughts about it and see my stats on this post.

君の膵臓を食べたい

Still trudging on with this one. It’s not a bad story, it’s pretty well written actually, I just made the mistake of watching both the anime and live adaptation first, so I know exactly what’s going to happen and it’s killing my motivation to keep reading. I guess reading the book first before watching the movie still applies in any language with me. Really need to 頑張れ and finish so I can move on.

三日間の幸福

Started reading towards the end of the month, mostly because I realized that every chapter is only 5000-15000 characters long, and I was able to read up to 40k in a day with Island most days. Only two chapters read so far though because I got distracted by manga, but it’s shaping up to be a really good plot and potentially a really sad one, too, so I’m interested.

DRAMA

花ざかりの君たちへイケメンパラダイス

Heard this was a classic so I gave it a try. Loved 生田斗真’s character in this one the most especially all his internal dialogue acted out. Also, 小栗旬 in anything is bound to be a good watch. Simple and fun watch. They dragged the ending so much though lmao

ごくせん

Look, I see 松本潤, I click. Definitely the kind of show you should watch for some great life advice. Planning to watch the 2nd and 3rd seasons even if there is a terrible lack of 松本潤, because I love my strong female protagonists, and man, ヤンクミ is such a great character. Need to read the manga, too, if I can find it.

極主夫道

Oof, this was kind of hard. The yakuza talk was throwing me off, but the rest of it was enjoyable. Not really plot heavy as I thought it was going to be. The comedy side of it was fun and predictable after the first few episodes. Overall, pretty good slice of life, family story with a twist.

MANGA

Read a bunch of manga this month, mostly because I am struggling to find the next vn to read.

おやすみプンプン

Read a couple of volumes (6-7). This manga is so good, but it’s so depressing I need to stop to take a breather every once in a while. Please don’t leave any spoilers. The club has been reacting to me reading this, and it has mostly been a lot of crying emotes. It’s both been enjoyable to see and really worrying. 笑

チェンソーマン

Club recommendation. Only read the 1st volume so far. I really need to get into more 少年 anime/manga. That’s currently my 苦手 genre which is awful because literally all the top anime/manga is 少年 help. I just can’t enjoy it much still even though it’s comprehensible to me.

ちはやふる中学生編

Read Vol. 1, chill read to me at this point after reading 45 volumes of the regular manga. Look, it’s my favorite 幼馴染 manga in baby format, of course I’m going to read this! 太一 has been a flake way before season 3 confirmed. Don’t come at me たいちはや stans bc I also like his character.

約束のネバーランド

Volume 7. I’m taking my sweet time with this one, because I heard the anime for season 2 sucked, so I’m avoiding it like the plague. This is 少年 how am I enjoying this and not everything else what.

ヲタクに恋は難しい

Enjoyed the anime hated the movie why did they make it a musical that sucked (ps i normally love musicals hated this one)

The オタク jargon is kinda hard to read suprisingly but I do enjoy this ship very much. It’s a lighthearted take to otaku culture which is great because seriously it’s scary out there.

ツバサ -RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE-

It’s my childhood ship, obviously I will read this again (read in English several years ago). Still as plot twisty as I remember it being (now at a bonus hard level reading it in Japanese 笑). Really enjoyed reading this one (I finished it this May).

-☆-

I’m starting to really dislike furigana in manga. It was a great help as a beginner, but now it’s like training wheels that you can’t take off. I feel like the gains I’m getting from manga is much lower than it was when I first started which makes me both proud of how far I’ve come, but also sad because I love manga. Sad that I might have to start choose VNs over it, because it’s not going to challenge me as much going forward. I mean it didn’t stop me from reading a lot of it this month, but you get the picture.

VISUAL NOVELS

ISLAND

Completed! See my stats and read my long spoiler filled post here.

ファタモルガーナの館

Picked up this VN and finished two doors (15 hours) before stopping. On the fence about it, because it has been kind of predictable so far, and I don’t particularly enjoy the horror genre. That said, this is more psychological than anything, so it’s probably not that that’s putting me off. The language is not exactly difficult, too - maybe some oddly specific words because it is after all historical fiction (which is one of my favorite genres, btw), and 敬語 is definitely interesting to read for once after encountering so many お嬢様 characters in anime/drama so far.

I think maybe it’s the conversations that are kind of dull - dots (silence) every few clicks that keeps breaking the flow of reading. Probably judging it really harshly too early, because it’s rated so high everywhere, and I just have high expectations. Definitely not dropping it yet though, just taking a break and testing a couple of other VNs before I settle with whatever I end up choosing. It is, after all, going to be another 50+ hour read, and I just don’t want to not enjoy the process, because having fun with the process is a huge part of immersion learning.

Let me know if you’ve read Fata and if I should continue!

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That’s it for this month!

If you have any suggestions on what to watch and read next, please send me a reply, especially for VNs because I’m struggling over here.

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nctsworld · 4 years ago

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sweeter than ice cream

✩ mark x reader (ft. jaehyun + johnny) | fluff | 2k

→ summary: mark’s got a crush on the new local ice cream vendor. when he finally musters up the courage to order ice cream for himself, he messes up and doesn’t grab it by the cone. → warnings: dripping with fluff, one swear word, mark’s a (loveable) dork/dumbass and talks to himself → prompt: You’re an employee and I have a crush on you so when you hand me the soft serve ice cream I accidentally grab it by the ice cream instead of the cone

→ gif created by me, please don’t repost or share without credit!

Mark, Jaehyun, and Johnny opt to grab ice cream after dinner, like they often did on hot days after busy schedules. All is well as the three boys laugh down the street without a care in the world, until Mark notices the new ice cream vendor attending the usual stand.

He can only see the side of your face and a glimpse of your smile that you flash at the departing customer leaving the cart.

And that’s all it takes for him to stop in his tracks.

Jaehyun and Johnny are practically at the cart when they take heed at the awestruck one left behind.

“Dude, what do you want?” Johnny calls down the street, unfazed by Mark’s bizarre behaviour.

His eyes are still fixated on you. It takes a moment for him to realize he isn’t breathing; he gasps sharply in response.

“I’ll, uh,” Mark quickly glances over at Johnny before turning back to you, but now he realizes you’re staring at him. In your head, you casually label him as the boy down the block, who is technically holding the line because the two guys at the front of the line are waiting for him.

“I’m good actually! I’ll see you guys at home!” he waves and turns around faster than he can even think, leaving the boys to get ice cream by themselves. Johnny and Jaehyun face each other with furrowed eyebrows.

“Sorry about that. Our friend is a little… weird,” Jaehyun apologizes to you and you shake your head with giggle.

“No worries,” you brush it off as if nothing happened, give them their orders, and resume your shift for the night.

But you can’t help but be a little curious about their weird, yet endearing, friend.

The next time the trio visits you, your stand is on the other end of the block and your shift is in the middle of the day.

The boys have come back earlier from their schedules than expected and are on their way back to their dorm when Mark freezes again in your presence, especially since you are right in front of him this time. He smiles unknowingly to himself, noting how you shine even more in daylight.

All the noise surrounding him disappears; his heart’s pounding is deafening in his ears.

This time, since he’s in front of them, Jaehyun and Johnny catch on fast when Mark stops walking because they crash into him. The latter of the two grunts in pain.

“Why did you stop-” the tallest of the three glances up and sees you directly ahead. The lightbulb goes off, thus Johnny spins Mark around and huddles with him and Jaehyun.

Wary of how close you are, Johnny spits in a hush, “Mark, do you have a crush on the new ice cream girl?”

“No, I do not have a crush on the new ice cream girl!” the youngest replies between gritted teeth, fearful that you can hear everything that is happening.

“Then why did you stop?!” Johnny mocks his body language, rebutting with gritted teeth.

“Because I…” Pausing for a moment, he rolls his eyes to ponder a good excuse.

“Because you think the new ice cream girl is cute?” Jaehyun interrupts with the truth.

Mark inhales for a moment, ready to refute, but then sighs heavily, defeated. He grumbles, “Okay, maybe I think she’s sorta cute...”

“Then talk to her! You get to have ice cream and get to talk to a cute girl. Your two favourite things in the world.”

“They are not my two-”

“Excuse me.”

All three of them look at each other with wide eyes prior to turning to face the sweet voice that belongs to you as you call them from a few steps away.

“Sorry to interrupt, boys, but are you guys going to order anything? There’s a small line forming behind you,” you gesture shyly with your index finger.

Guiltily, they see how everyone behind them is gawking at them. Without thought, they decide to step closer to the front of your cart, with Mark hovering behind the two taller figures.

He tries to scan the menu to decide on a flavour, but also wants to steal a glance at you. At the same time, he doesn’t want to steal a glance at you because he knows that he’s going to end up a sadder mess worse than fallen ice cream if you two make eye contact.

“Is there pistachio today by any chance?” Jaehyun asks.

“No, sorry. We only have green tea again.”

“Ah, no worries. I’ll get that.”

“I’ll have-”

“Green tea, like last time?” you finish Johnny’s sentence, remembering what he ordered last time, and he grins with an impressed nod.

Then, all parties face Mark, who simply has his eyes open like a deer in the headlights. Once again, he peers at the menu, but nothing is computing in his brain because he feels your eyes on him.

“I’ll have, uh…”

His filler drags on in awkward silence. You pucker your lips to the side of your face, mentally confirming how he truly is indeed endearing and cuter than you expected. Although you want to give him all the time in the world, you, along with his friends, sense those waiting in line boring holes into all of your heads, especially at the droning boy still staring mindlessly at the menu.

“Uh…”

Saving the day, Johnny chimes in, “Do you guys happen to have cookies and cream? That’s his favourite flavour.”

You shake your head with a sad smile, “I’m sorry, we just ran out. Is vanilla okay?”

Even though his friend is the one speaking for him, you deliberately look at Mark for an answer. It is his order after all.

Then, he doesn’t think much of it, but he glimpses into your stare and, like he fears, Mark gets lost beyond the stars and galaxies of your eyes. Completely unaware of what is happening, yet all he knows is he’s putty around you.

You’re unsure if it’s just the weather or the way the boy’s looking at you, but you feel yourself getting a little warmer with each passing second.

Despite how your question doesn’t register into his brain and he completely has no idea what you said, he still manages to nod. One chuckle from you and a dopey smile forms on Mark’s face as you begin to scoop out the orders. He’s unsure of why, but he’s a little proud of himself that he was able to make you laugh.

After you hand out the cones to them all and Jaehyun pays for the ice cream, the boys say their thank you’s (well, Mark’s thank you was an inaudible one, but you could tell he was grateful) as the people in line sigh with alleviation.

During the next order, you peer back and forth between the new customer and the three boys walking down the street. You see the taller boys ruffling the endearing boy’s hair and patting him on the back while they all seem to lick their ice creams in content.

Hopefully, when, and if, the cute boy comes around again on one of your shifts, you’d hope to have the cookies and cream flavour ready and in stock just for him.

Over the course of the next few weeks, Mark tries to check out the stand whenever he’s free to see if you’re on duty. For once, he wants to be able to order ice cream from you (and maybe finally talk to you) without the pressure from the others. Unfortunately, you weren’t working the shifts when he came by in previous weeks. Fortunately, he struck gold one Saturday night.

As always, the line is long, but because it’s the weekend, it looks like it would never end. Regardless, Mark would wait forever if it meant he could be in your presence again. Waiting in line, he runs through the script in his head over on replay.

Is there cookies and cream? No? Okay, I’ll get vanilla. Oh, there is? Cool, cool…

No, don’t say cool. Awesome? Awesome!

The line moves a little ahead and Mark treads along as he bounces on the balls of his feet with his hands in his pockets.

Okay, awesome is worse than cool. Cool is fine. Cool is cool. Cool is good.

I’m cool. So cool. So good. I’m good. I’m goooood. We’re good. Stop saying good.

God, I wonder what she thinks of me?

He runs a hand through his hair, knowing that he’s about to be up in front with you. The customer in front of him drifts away from the cart and he drags his feet to make his way towards you. You greet him with your signatory honey smile and he’s already a goner.

“Hi.”

A beat.

Two beaming faces.

Wasn’t the third time supposed to be easier?

“Hi,” Mark squeaks.

Another beat.

“What can I get you today?”

Just like I practiced—

“Is there vanilla?”

Shit.

“Oh, did you not want-”

“I mean, is there cookies and cream?”

Both of you talk over one another and giggle in unison. Mark rubs the back of his head. Similarly, you tug a little at your apron. The awkward ice between you two starts to melt.

You nod, reaching into the freezer and scooping him out almost the last bit of the flavour. It’s not like you’ve been deliberately keeping a bit of cookies and cream ready in case he’d come by during your shifts.

Handing him the cone, you meet each other once again with deep looks. He’s attractive, way too attractive for his own good, and he has eyes that are calm, yet have an underlying flicker of fierceness too.

Eyes still fixed on you too, entranced by your soft, gentle gaze, Mark grabs the ice cream cone.

Or so he thinks.

Nope, that isn’t the cone. That is the sticky, dripping ice cream between his fingers, which is now dripping onto the cone and your fingers.

Perhaps he should’ve brought Johnny and Jaehyun around in case things like this happened.

“Oh, my god! I’m so sorry!” Mark bursts in apologies, frantically looking for tissues around to aid in wiping the mess up. He instinctively backs up a bit, then drops the ice cream scoop on his hand down to the sidewalk.

“Don’t worry,” you drop the cone and manage to find a wet towel behind your counter to wipe yourself up, before you naturally lightly grasp onto his raised wrist to wipe him as well. It’s happening all too fast, but tingles rise in both of your cheeks. “Happens all the time.”

You almost finish getting in between the crooks of his fingers when he croaks, “Really?”

Shaking your head with a friendly pout, you reply, “No, not really.”

As you finish cleaning his hand, you let go of him and rescoop up another cone for him. Thankfully, you have enough for two scoops.

You raise an eyebrow distrustfully, “Promise not to drop it?”

Your question may be laced with sarcasm, but you honestly did not have enough cookies and cream for another scoop if he dropped it again. And you didn’t want to see what disappointment looked like on him.

He chuckles, causing your heart to flare everywhere in adoration, “I promise.”

With extra effort and careful attention this time, he successfully holds onto the cone and begins to fetch money from his pocket.

You interject before he fishes any money out, “Don’t worry about it; it’s on the house.”

A puzzled expression falls over him and he stutters, “What, no, it’s okay. I feel bad-”

At this point, you couldn’t care less about the line of people huffing and groaning behind him. You’ve been waiting for this guy to show up on your shift again for weeks and something had to give.

Leaning a little closer to him on the counter, you whisper, “You just gotta promise me one other thing.”

He mirrors you, leans a little closer to be almost cheek against cheek with you, as if you were about to tell him the biggest secret in the world, and tilts his head, genuinely unsure of what you’re about to say.

“What is it?”

“Next time you come here, and feel free to bring your friends for moral support, but…” he winces at the mention, but you persist, “...You gotta ask me out on a date.”

Mark breaks away for a second, enough for you to see him nodding to himself. With a lick of his lips, he pierces your gaze, that flicker of fierceness hinted previously burning intensely now, and he whispers—

“I think I can manage that.”

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Impulsive Decision Pt.9

Male Path | Female Path

Chapter 9 : Just A Normal Day At The Office

Warnings!: Swearing

Genre: Poly!au, angst, fluff, eventual smut, yandere!au

Pairings: BTS x Reader / Kim Taehyung x Reader / Kim Seokjin x Reader / Jung Hoseok x Reader / OC x Reader / Park Jimin x Reader / Min Yoongi x Reader

Summary: M/n is the owner of a very wealthy and successful company, Barnanby Inc. M/n attends a BTS show, since they happen to be a fan. They make a very impulsive decision to show a loophole in BTS’s security and end up kidnapping BTS and 2 girls. In a fit of panic M/n stashes BTS and the girls in a very luxurious bunker for the time being, but M/n’s world slowly starts to crumble the longer the boys are out of the public’s eye,

Word Count: 8,349 (roughly 30 minutes of average reading time)

A/N: The boys aren’t in this chapter that much purely so I can develop plot and give background info. So, filler. (the gif is basically a hint to next chapter)

Spending my morning on Jason’s couch wasn’t the plan, but the break was almost too sweet to give up. I sat up, reaching over for my turned-off phone. I could hear muffled talking coming from down the hall. I looked over, seeing Jason holding a laundry basket, his phone pressed between his face and shoulder and he came into the living room. I grabbed his laptop off the chair just in time for him to sit on the said chair. He dropped the laundry basket on the floor and got a better hold of the phone.

I reached over to get Jason’s laptop off the coffee table. I opened his laptop and began looking up a few things.

“Listen, we had a plan for the character model! I understand when you program something, something else can mess up but it’s YOUR JOB to fix it! I’ll extend the deadline but that’s it, good-bye!” Jason hung up with a groan.

“I haven’t even had my damn morning coffee yet and these people are going insane.” He grumbled, beginning to sort through his laundry.

“Yeah, sorry about that, but it needs to happen,” I muttered, still researching.

“So your plan is to what? Get Jill’s help but keep the company anyway? How will that work? I get you ARE the owner, but she now has the upper hand to destroy you…” Jason trailed off, folding a pair of pants.

I scoffed, “She THINKS she can destroy me, but if she helps me avoid punishment and makes her lawyers paint a pretty picture as truth, then she’ll HAVE to run with it. If she turns on me and says it was all a lie and I’m a criminal, then she is too, then she gets nothing either. The only one with us listening to the WHOLE conversation was my nephew and no one will take his word because he still thinks Santa Claus can come through the furnace vents in their modern home. ”

“He’s really are losing his mind oh my God.” He mumbled to himself, trying to seem interested in his laundry.

“I love my sister, I really do, but last night… She showed me that she would sacrifice everything if it meant keeping the company and her status. She doesn’t care what I want and isn’t doing this out of the kindness of her heart. She’s doing it for my spot. She’s doing it because she doesn’t want to be removed from the high pedestal my father put her on.” I argued, shutting the laptop.

“What about the guys? What if your sister gets access to the bunker?” Jason questioned.

“She won’t. It surprised me when she knew about it, but the location, locks, and layout will be foreign to her because she doesn’t have access to those. I’m assuming she only knows because our accountant slipped up. The only one who knows the location is you and I. The locks are designed by me and you barely even got the keys last month. The layout is only known by twelve people, Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok, RM, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook, Seongmi, Linza, Jeonghun, and only you and I REALLY know the layout of the bunker. ”

“I feel as though you being there with them was a bad idea.” Jason shook his head, judgment was written on his face.

I exhaled, leaning back into the couch, “It really was. ”

“Well, If I would’ve known you had so much shit going on I wouldn't have invited you for a night out with Daisuke and me!” Jason threw an article of clothing back into the laundry basket roughly.

“If anything, it’ll get my mind off everything for a few hours,” I stated bitterly.

Jason let out a sigh, almost irritated, “We can’t be teenagers anymore, M/n.” He said, his voice was too serious for my liking.

I rolled my eyes, “Jason, I know. I get so much crap for being uptight. Maybe I should actually live like a 20-year-old CEO.” I smirked.

“Oh God, please no.” Jason made a face, going back to sorting and folding his laundry.

“Yeah, overpriced alcohol and drunk people telling me I’m attractive aren’t really for me.” I chuckled, sitting up to get the laptop again, this time to check my e-mail for work.

I started replying and even turned on my phone.

“Your sister….” Jason began, making me look up.

“…She used to wear really nice things, yes, but she would’ve never done that to her little brother. She loved you too much for that.” He stated sadly, looking at a single shirt like it was able to replay memories.

I frowned, sighing, “It happens to those who are in power enough, Jason. It happened to my brother, then to my older sister. I hope my little sister doesn’t catch that bug. Lord knows my mother is secretly becoming like that as well. I understand it a little bit. There are competitors who want our company forgotten, so we have to protect our image, but for her to ask for my place instead, just…” I trailed off.

“I just hope it’s because she has kids to think about now. My brother just wanted to be on top. Maybe my sister wants it so her kids have an assurance that they’ll have something too.” I reasoned, going back to my e-mail in hopes to end the conversation there.

Jason scoffed, “As if you would ever cast out your nephews. Lord knows you spoil them even if they aren’t yours.” I felt a twinge of pain in my heart.

“I mean what would your father say about your sister getting the company?” Jason prompted.

“…I have that decision for a reason, so let that reason play out.” I muttered, no longer interested in the work I was doing.

We fell into slightly uncomfortable silence.

“Can you take care of the boys and girls? With my dad’s party coming up and setting everything up for the future, I will be busy and my family will expect me to stay by their side. They’ll know something is up if I’m constantly leaving.” I explained, pulling out my phone and turning the screen on.

“Uh sure, I’ll try to work and things from there. Maybe I’ll set up a tent there or something. ” I chuckled at his response.

“Why a tent?” I questioned with a smile.

Jason smiled, letting out a chuckle of his own, “So I can get cellphone service.”

I only shook my head, I was about to open my mouth to speak but the doorbell rang. Jason looked at me puzzled for a bit. I only shrugged, leaning back into the couch. Jason stood and opened the door.

“I have your truffle pizza and 20 hot wings. Your total is 66,000 won.” The delivery man stated quickly.

Jason looked over his shoulder at me with a glare. I only smirked with a shrug. Jason grumbled something under his breath and took his wallet out of his pocket. He swiped his card in the delivery man’s card reader and took the pizza and wings.

“Have a nice day!” The man said, quickly taking his leave.

Jason mumbled something along the lines of, “I won’t while he’s here.” as he closed the door.

Jason turned to look over at me, eerily calm for a few moments.

“…WHO ORDERS A 66,000 WON PIZZA!? THAT’S 50 U.S. DOLLARS! THATS….”

“6,510 yen.” I helped him out.

“EXACTLY!” He exploded.

“58 U.S. dollars to be exact. ALSO, it was actually 50 U.S. dollars, however, it was an extra 4 for 20 wings since it was on sale I figured why not?”

“…4 dollars for 20 wings? Holy shit that’s a good deal.” He muttered, moving his hands to open the container with wings.

He made a face as if to say ‘not bad’, “They are pretty meaty too, what the fuck.”

“The pizza has a lot of truffles. Never had it before.” I shrugged.

“Then why did you order it!?”

“…I feel like ordering you the most expensive pizza I could find last minute was doing someone justice? Like I personally don’t think I’ve ever said that, but I’m sure someone said they would. Figured I’d be petty for them.”

Jason looked at the pizza then at me, “You’re so fucking weird. If this tastes bad then that someone is getting coal for Christmas.”

Jason walked over to place the food down on the coffee table. I happily helped move things out the way and opened the pizza box and Jason decided to go for the wings first.

“What’s the game plan for today?” Jason asked, mouth slightly full as he spoke.

I gave him a look and shook my head as I picked up a slice of pizza, “You know I hate when you do that.”

“Why? No food is going to fly out and you understand me.” Jason said after he swallowed, shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal.

“No one wants to see your chewed up food, Jason.”

“Then look at my eyes, not my mouth.” I sighed.

“Stop talking about things that annoy you! What’s the game plan?” Jason pressed, his hand moving to get a slice as well.

I ended up at the office, but instead of working, as usual, I was only lost in my thoughts.

I thought if I was far away from my problems, it would just solve itself.

I had to deal with Daisuke.

I had to prep for my father’s party.

I‌ had to deal with nine people in my bunker.

I looked over at my sad excuse for a couch setup. A pillow and a fluffy blanket folded over the armrest. I was going to be beyond busy and I‌ need to avoid the boys for a bit to get things sorted out.

I let out a sigh, “How long will I‌ be here?”‌ I‌ asked myself as I made my way to my desk.

I sat down and tried to focus back on writing out what I could have planned for the game and if there would be more.

It suddenly hit me. I launched myself up from my desk and ran out of my office to find my sister. It might have been easier to just make her come to me but the idea suddenly coming to me clouded any other thought as I ran as fast as I could to the broadcasting department.

Once I got there I could see my sister talking to employees and making sure everything was in order for the new animation to be aired. Some who were talking a small break immediately got to work when I entered.

I proudly went next to my sister and blurted “I‌ can have the game department only.”‌ in an out of breath tone.

Her eyes grew wide, “Excuse me?”‌ She seemed more concerned than confused.

“You have broadcasting, Jae has the toys and shit, Eun will have food and drinks and I’ll have games. We’ll all just decide together!”‌ I couldn’t suppress the excitement in my voice.

Jilly took a quick look around and grabbed my arm to lead me to the hallway.

“What’s going on in that over-active brain, huh?”‌ She asked me while folding her arms.

“We won’t have to fight for the top if we’re ALL‌ at the top. Jieun isn’t old enough yet, so I’m not worried about that side of our company for at LEAST 2 years!‌ Jae has a thing for money but loves the designs we all come up with. You love the bustle of the broadcasting. You are literally our voice, and it’s good that way. I can be in charge of the game department. Any videogames are managed under me and no one will have to come to you about my bullshit because it’s MY bullshit.”

“This isn’t the four kings. This is a company.”

“A‌ company that will work as long as we all stay in our fucking lanes!‌ Jae is too stubborn to evolve with the company. You won’t take too many creative risks that we need. Jieun will crack under the pressure of handling EVERYTHING. I’m too impulsive or too stuck in my head. But if we all work together we’ll check each other. No fights for the top, no one coming to just one of us for decisions on something the other is working on. No pressure to hold the entire company on our backs. We get our zones and stay in them!”‌

Jilly seemed to look down at the floor, letting my words absorb. After a few long moments, she finally spoke.

“I remember sitting down on the living room floor during Dad’s days off. Our sister helping our mom, Jae being pissed off because Dad just wouldn’t give him a win, and you sitting at the table always learning something new.”‌ Something about her words caused a weight to form on my chest.

She let out a sigh and looked up at the ceiling, “Our father was a strong man. After his will, I tried so hard to understand why he left the company to you. You were so young when he wrote the will. You were still young when he passed. Our mother got into a few fights with him before he died,”‌ She let out a scoff, “Like she was just TRYING to find a reason to be mad at him. And when you got the company, Jae was so angry at you, at Dad. I want it to stop. All the fighting. ”‌ Her eyes landed back on me.

“I‌ even went after you, and I shouldn’t have. This isn’t a competition. I was so upset that you kept it from me and that you would even find yourself in that situation. But yesterday night it finally hit me on how you might’ve felt. I‌ just know you went in with it being a joke that you thought wouldn’t be too serious, and when it was, you weren’t sure what to do. If you reached out to our brother, you would go to jail. He’s too into old-fashioned justice. If you went to mom, she would hide you, but her mouth was too big. Eunnie is still a child. And I‌ would’ve done what I did yesterday. You HAD‌ to hide it.”‌ Her voice seemed to waver as she went on.

I tried to remain completely silent. I could feel a sting behind my eyes, she was starting to understand what kind of stupid I was. Yet there was always a method to my madness.

“I‌ judged you, and thought of our image rather than thinking of you as my brother. I‌ thought of you as a reckless child rather than an adult who was afraid. Our mother wanted you to be a pushover, someone she could dump her problems on. Our brother wanted to knock you down to get to the top and I‌ made you feel like shit when I was supposed to help you.”‌ Actual tears began to run down her face, “You’re my little brother, not my child, and not a fucking punching bag. I shouldn’t have made you feel so judged for something that was an innocent mistake, I’m so sorry, M/n-ie.”‌

She bit her lip, seeming to take a moment to control her emotions before finally saying, “It’s your call. I’ll help, but please, don’t do anything stupid.”

I left a large weight lift off of me.

My sister wasn’t against me. She could never be.

My eyes watered as I waited, wanting to see if maybe she would change her mind.

Her features softened even more, “Oh, M/n-ie. I won’t take it back, I promise. Come here,” She held her arms out and I immediately went into them.

Pressing my face into her shoulder and wrapping my arms around her. As she embraced me back I could smell the comforting scent of her jasmine perfume that she’s been using since middle school. Her hand went up to pet my hair soothingly.

For a moment it was as it should be. A little brother being comforted by his big sister.

“What are you two doing in the hallway?” We heard.

Before I could pull away Jillian held me closer, “Hugging. Like family.” Her voice was almost cold.

“He’s the owner of a company, you shouldn’t be holding him like that. He’s not a child.”

It made sense who it was now.

“Jaeseok, he’s our little brother. It doesn’t matter if he owns a company or not. He felt under the weather so I’m helping.” Our sister shot back, keeping a firm hold on me.

“He’s an adult. If he has problems he needs to deal with them on his own, Jiann.”

Great now my brother and sister were bickering in the hallway. What made this worse was I couldn’t really say anything, due to my face being in her shoulder.

“Family is supposed to help!”

“Family is to help expand the name.”

My sister let out a frustrated groan. I lightly pushed on her hip and she let me go.

I was met with the sight of my brother. He looked well-kempt yet so unkempt. He had on his usual suit, wrinkle-free, and lint-free. His hair looked like he had run his fingers through it repeatedly, and the dark circles under his eyes were impossible to ignore.

“Jae, when is the last time you slept!?” I asked, genuinely concerned.

Jae scoffed, “We don’t all get day-offs whenever we want. ”

I frowned at his response, of course, he would turn this into a fight, “But you should still take breaks. Your hours should give you plenty of time to sleep.”

Our sister tsked, “Don’t snap at our brother because you’re working overtime.”

“You’re working overtime!? I told you not to!” I exclaimed.

Our brother rolled his eyes, “If I don’t do it then who would?”

I scoffed at his clear delusion. These next few days would be hell.

“Why did you come over here for?” Jiann changed the subject.

“Right, our mother wishes to reserve a large building for our father’s birthday. She also would like to invite some of his family to our childhood home.”

There was silence.

“Well tell her she’s out of her fucking mind. The party happens here. This meant everything to Dad. The party happens here and we go back home for the night. Like always. I don’t care who she invites to the party but no one follows us back to our childhood home. That’s for family only. My sons and husband don’t even join us and neither does your wife, what makes her think they’re invited? No.” Jiann was firm, crossing her arms, just waiting for someone to defy her.

“They’re even lucky to be invited to the party itself. They call us entitled pricks but want to be part of us when it comes to social events.” I muttered.

“Exactly my point. No. They don’t get to come back to our family home. They also don’t get family passes as they are here. They don’t get special treatment.”

Jae seemed to nod thinking it over, “I agree. Having them think they can do as they please won’t be good for our company’s image. Or our family’s image. I’ll let security know of their names and faces. I’ll also brief them on how to properly handle them if they cause a scene.”

Like I need more problems.

“What will they do if they DO cause a scene?” Jiann asked.

“Well, we can’t have them be loud, they would draw too much attention we’ll just–”

“CEO-nim!” I heard, making us jump a little.

A woman, looking highly professional jogged up to us, holding documents to her chest.

“Yes?”

“We have another problem. Some of the computers in the game development floor have been damaged. I attempted to get ahold of Mr.Katashi but was unable to.”

Oh great, more problems.

My favorite.

I somewhat had everything under control by lunch. Someone had corrupted a few computers. I had to emergency order new ones and help transfer the files over and had the corrupted computers stored away as evidence. I was walking around the programmers, making sure I was there if there were any signs of any glitching computers.

I was pretty sure that whoever was doing this was selecting a special set of computers, the ones with all the character designs and code that took too long to recreate at this point. I made sure to tell Jason to find the best cybersecurity team he could. I needed to guard this project with my life and I wouldn’t let my father’s dream die with me.

I was pacing back in forth between the row of game developers when I was approached.

It was a nice looking man. He seemed small. Not in height, but in the way he presented himself. He was dressed in a simple dress shirt, straightened pants, and tie. His dark hair was covering his forehead and he looked out of place. Afraid to meet my gaze, afraid to catch too much attention. He was holding files and USB drives but looked like if I said “boo” he would drop everything and run.

He must be new.

“Hello, how can I help you?” I asked in the nicest voice I could.

He played a little bit with the edges of the folders before speaking, “I’m with the cybersecurity team… They sent me to…,” He seemed to be stuck or thinking of what to say, “To set up.” His voice sounded like it could be attention-catching if he tried. Not too high-pitched and had a certain roughness to it.

“Ah! Of course! We had computers and space for your set up in the room next to the security room.” I informed, moving to borrow the post-it notes from one of the developers to write down the code to the mostly empty room, “If any of you have any questions or needs, feel free to call my personal number. It’s close to us all ordering lunch so call the front desk if you have any differences in dietary needs.” I handed him the post-it note with a warm smile.

He quickly took the note, gave me a small bow, and rushed off.

Poor dude.

I moved back to my work at hand, making a mental note to visit them later.

A little later into the afternoon I was in my office, trying my best to look over the security footage. It didn’t look like the files were corrupted manually. No one was there in person but it still gave me a strange feeling. This obviously wasn’t just some teenagers just goofing around. I let out a loud groan, knowing this would kill me until I figured out who did it.

I got up out of my seat and gathered the papers I needed to sign off on and approve. I shoved them all into a folder, grabbed a couple of pens, a few stationery items for organization reasons, and headed off to the cybersecurity room.

Upon reaching the room I began to think about how they would all react seeing their boss watch over them as they worked.

Would they feel pressure?

Would I make them uncomfortable?

I decided to just knock on the door. If I made them uncomfortable they could tell me and I would leave.

As soon as my knuckles hit the door it flung open to reveal the guy before. This time his hair was a little ruffled, pushed back to show off his forehead, and his tie pulled loose.

“Good! Saves me the trouble of having to find you, come in!” He gave me a smirk and went back into the room.

Well, that was a turn of a personality.

The room we had set up for them was all set up into cubicles. At first, I was against it but they had large whiteboards on the cubical walls and had their own privacy. The guy before led me to the end and sat down at his new desk, his screen was pulled up to a jumbled mess of codes that hurt my eyes to look at for too long.

“You were definitely about to be hacked. I’m not sure what they did that they ruined it so badly but we can try to trace him in a few moments.” He explained.

“So what's the next step I should take after this?” I questioned, putting my hand on the back of his chair to lean forward and look at the wall of code.

The man seemed to be thrown off by my question. I wasn’t going to be confident if I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing or what this all meant. He was a professional. I saw it best to ask for his opinion.

“Uh…Uhm…W-Well, the next step is to contact the authorities. This is a crime after all.”

“Isn’t tracing them a crime too though?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“Eh, not really. If I was hacking into their computer for private information then it would be a crime. Like they tried to do here. But I’m just getting the general idea of their location, its pretty public despite what everyone thinks.”

There was a pause.

“…..So how much can I pay you so we aren't public?”

“Hey, dick, we need to talk.” Jason busted into the once quiet cybersecurity room.

I had taken up an empty cubical that was at the very end facing the other cubicles. I could see the door and only the sides were up. I had papers scattered around in semi-neat piles, my hand starting to cramp from all the signing and notes I’ve made.

The small cybersecurity team almost jumped out of their skin upon Jason’s entrance.

I let out a large sigh, “If it has anything to do with I.P. Addresses, VPNs, or how I’m a fucking idiot, I already got that talk, and I don’t want to hear it.”

Jihun, the man who did a fucking 180 in personality held back a laugh at my irritation.

“Do I look like I know anything about computers? It’s not about that, the police are in your office right now waiting for you. ”

“Police? I requested only one detective?” I looked up from my papers.

Jason let out a sigh, “I tried to tell them that but he insisted that he needed his partner.”

I let out a groan, “Fiiinnnne.” I stood up reluctantly and shot Jihun a quick, “I’ll be back.”

As soon as we were out the room, Jason shoved me into the wall.

“Ow! What the fuck was that!?” I asked, my voice higher pitched in shock.

“This is by far the dumbest thing you’ve ever done!” He hissed.

“That’s not true! I’ve done far more idiotic things in my life!” I defended, standing straight in protest.

“You asked for the detective working the kidnapping case to work your hacking case!”

I let out another sigh. I should’ve known he would lose his mind.

“Seung Eunsuk isn’t going to link the two. Relax.” I rolled my eyes.

“And if he does!?”

“Then it’s your fault for being so jumpy. He was pretty opinionated and since he’s newish, he’s going to be fair.” I reasoned as I pressed the elevator button.

“You think that now, but when he has cuffs on you I will be there to say I told you so.” I gave Jason a side-ways glance in judgment.

“…He’s not going to solve THAT problem. You dirty-minded jerk.”

Jason’s eyes widened as I stepped into the elevator, “…You kinky bitch.”

“Detective Seung! I’m glad you can make it.” I announced as I entered the room.

Sure enough, there were two officers in the room. The older officer was the same from last time, only this time he looked more fidgety. Like something was off.

Eunsuk was looking at a paperweight I had on my desk, completely calm. Upon seeing me a small smile lit up his face, “Mr.L/n. Glad to be here.”

I could feel Jason roll his eyes behind me at our teasing remarks, “Please, have a seat. We have a few things to talk about.”

Eunsuk put down the paperweight and patted the older officer’s arm like he was telling him silently to do so as well.

“So, we heard you had a hacking?” Eunsuk questioned, pulling out his notepad and flipping to an empty page.

I made a hum of confirmation as I began to pour them water, “It wasn’t too long ago. They somehow messed up so badly that they corrupted a few of our computers.”

“Any idea where the hack came from?”

“Not yet. Our CyberSecurity team is working on it.”

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to have a few programmers from the police department to come down and check it out as well.”

“I don’t have a problem with that. Just be sure to ask our teams leader, Jihun about it as well.”

“Jihun? May I have his full name?”

“He just goes by Jihun and doesn’t seem to fond of formal speech.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. May we take the corrupted computers in as evidence? That might help.”

“Jihun had the computers sent to their room. You should be able to get at least one or two from him.”

“Understood. Lastly, do you know anyone who would think to do this? Any enemies recently for Barnanby Inc? Piss anyone off?”

“Eunsuk.” The older detective’s voice sounded like a warning. Like I was going to rip Eunsuk’s head off for asking such a question.

“Our company is now the third biggest in South Korea. We have many people jealous, but no one has threatened us or made their hatred obvious enough for us to see.”

Eunsuk nodded as he wrote one last thing then closed his notepad, “Alright, I have a feeling the cyber people will point us in the right direction. It’ll help us narrow it down so much more. We’ll keep in touch?”

I nodded extending my hand out to shake his, “We will, Jason will give you my number as well as escort you to our CyberSecurity room. If you should need me or have any questions, don’t hesitate to call!”

Eunsuk happily shook my hand, “We’ll figure this out, M/n. I promise.”

I had worked well through the morning. When lunch had swung around I was planning on putting it off in all honesty. I hoped the lunch break time would be put to me making a serious dent in my work.

I still had several things to go through and about 3 meetings scheduled back to back. I had been neglecting my work for a little too long that it came back to bite my ass. As I was calling an investor things took a turn, however.

“You want the first-ever game my father developed? May I asked why?” I was taken aback on why this would even be asked.

Ever since my father started to company, his game developing had been long forgotten since he wanted my mother to be the spotlight. No other investor or partner has asked about his work. They were more interested in how well we would market the game and how much income would come from it.

“You said that most games would be inspired by your father’s ideas and unfinished projects. I’d like to see what he had in mind.”

“I understand. If you could, may I have a few days to get it to you? They’re all in our family home, I’m just unsure of where.”

“Of course. I’ll give you a week. That will give me enough time to look over what else you have to offer me.”

“Thank you, Sir. I’ll be sure to make sure your time is not being wasted. I hope you have a great week.”

As soon as I hung up I let out a groan.

I had to go through everything in my father’s office. That didn’t seem too hard, however, my mother just gathered almost everything my dad had and just stashed them in his office. An out of sight out of mind tactic that would be my doom.

As I cussed under my breath I reluctantly grabbed my blazer to pull on like a child who got yelled at his mom for not wearing their jacket outside and made my way to the elevator to go to the parking lot.

I didn’t even know where my father stashed all his games. I just found one of his notebooks with ideas inside of it. Even then I didn’t feel right reading it. Like it was a private thing. Now I had to look through EVERYTHING.

Out of irritation I began to press the parking lot bottom harshly and was jump scared by the doors opening at the lobby.

At the door stood Jason with a cooler bag slung over his shoulder, looking irritated and tired.

“Hey there, Loser. Got any lunch money?” I teased.

Once he looked up he seemed relieved and rushed into the elevator to push a random button to make the door closed. As soon as the door was closed he shoved the bag into my hands with a sigh.

“And this is?” I asked, not fully understanding what was in the bag.

“If it’s body parts, there are better ways to get me to dispose of a body for you,” I added.

He only gave me a tired glare, wordless.

My eyes widened, “IS it body parts!?” I quickly unzipped the bag.

No body parts. Only tupperware with food inside of it.

“It isn’t. That’s disappointing.” I mumbled.

“It’s from the guys. They were worried that you’d skip lunch.” Jason grumbled as he leaned against the wall.

“Oh. Well, that’s nice. I was about to head to grab something then go to my mom's. One less stop.” I smiled, feeling warm inside with the thought of them making my lunch.

“What? Why?”

“I have work still. But an investor asked for my dad’s earliest game, so I have to go through his office to find it. ”

Jason only nodded as the elevator doors opened.

“I’ll be sure to stop by the bunker to talk to the boys.” I promised as I began to exit.

“Good. They ask too many questions. I’ll get a few things off your desk to take to the bunker so you won’t miss work.”

“I appreciate you!” I called as I began to jog to my car.

“YOU BETTER.”

I let out an irritated sigh as my third call to my mom when unanswered. I wasn’t going to play cat and mouse all day because she never liked to be home. So I walked off the porch and to a certain bush to get the spare key.

Once I opened the door I made a b line to my father’s old office and immediately opened a window. The room was almost foggy from the dust in the air. Like an ancient tomb that was too precious to open.

I let out a cough and tried to cover my mouth and nose with the neck of my shirt as I began to search through his desk.

I let out a groan once I realized NOTHING was organized. My mom must have gone through it when he passed and didn’t even consider that anyone would come back in here. I looked around the cluttered room in horror.

Books were thrown about. Papers scattered. Boxes loaded with everything from clothes to old computer parts were placed around the room.

Knowing there was no way around this I began to clean.

Once I had almost everything in its rightful place I still hadn’t found my dad’s games. I figured I wasn’t looking hard enough and began to load everything into my car to look through at the office since I had been there for longer than needed.

I made sure to sit on my office couch as I went through box after box.

It was pretty mundane. It was starting to get really boring until I came across a book. It was a book about animation which was to be expected but a few of the pages had marks in the corner, like quickly scribbled numbers. A few pages were torn out and torn in half.

I frowned as I began to flip through, not really noticing a pattern in the numbers or even knowing what the numbers would be to.

“I HAVE MADE AN ENTRANCE!” A loud booming sound came from my office door.

Out of pure reflex, I chucked the book I was holding at the door.

A loud thud and screech rang through the room as my eyes began to focus on who came through the door.

It was my little sister, cringing away from one side of the door that the book seemingly hit. Her eyes were wide and her mouth parted open in shock.

I let out an almost snort as I held my hands out, “Jieun, my bad! Don’t do that! I get you wanted dramatic effect but holy fuck give me a warning.” I complained.

“Give YOU a warning!? You threw a book at me!” She got out of her shocked position to clench her fists at her sides.

“I thought you were a monster!”

“HOW OLD ARE YOU!?” I giggled at the question.

“Will you forgive me if I eat lunch with you?”

“…It’s 2 pm.” I rolled my eyes.

“All you had to say was ‘no’.” I pouted as I got up to look for the bag Jason gave me earlier that day.

“I dropped by to see how my amazing brother was doing,” I could practically hear the sugar drip from her lips as I began to unpack my food.

“Cut the uwu crap and tell me why you’re really here.” I sighed as I opened the larger container that had rice in it.

She let out a groan and stomped over to plop herself on the couch across from me, “Mom didn’t like that you guys cut Dad’s family out of visiting our childhood home so she’s inviting them to our apartment. One of their brats already occupied my room.”

The irritating thing about this was the fact that our childhood home was already paid for, but my mother refused to live there because it was too much of a reminder to what was. So she insisted to move into a luxury two-bedroom apartment in Gangnam.

I let out a scoff as I poked at the fried chicken that had gone soggy in a container covered in some kind of sauce. Jae was paying for that apartment, yet even HE couldn’t enforce anything, “I bet Jae would love to know that.” I smirked.

“I tried to tell her we don’t want them around us be she went on and on about how we were family and how I should be nice! Can I just please stay with you?” She whined.

I began to think it over as I chewed, “I don’t think you can.”

“Why nooooot!?” I tried not to enjoy her misery.

“I’m not staying at my apartment. So you can stay there, you’ll just be alone and then our siblings will chew me out for leaving a 17 year-old girl alone in an apartment in Gangnam.” I muttered, shoving my face with more food, and then moved to open another container.

“We can just keep a secret!”

“I doubt that.”

“C’monnn! Pleasseee!”

“How about this, you go ask Jilly and Jae about staying with them, if they both say no, then you can have the keys by tonight.” I bargained.

She lit up, “Seriously!?” I nodded, “ILLGOASK!” She nearly yelled and bolted towards the door.

“DON’T RUN TOO FAST OR JILLY WILL SUE MY ASS! I DIDN’T RAISE YOU TO BE AN IDIOT!” I yelled… with my mouth full.

“SORRY! I’LL SPEEDWALK!”

I quickly finished my work to look through old floppy disks and USB drives my father had stocked up. I had told my assistant to push everything back that day.

It was around dinner time when I found a flash drive that caught my attention.

Most of them were files for unfinished games, ideas, and a mess of coding that didn’t make sense to my idiotic brain. But this USB drive had only two folders.

Both were password protected.

Once I clicked on them the command prompt on my computer popped up asking for the password.

I let out a sigh as I entered my mom’s birthday.

Access Denied. The command prompt closed.

I opened and tried my twin sibling’s birthday.

Not it.

I let out a groan and began to enter mine, trying to get it out of the way before I entered Jieun’s birthday which I was SURE was the password if it wasn’t my mother’s.

Upon pressing enter after the last digit of my birthday year the words ‘access granted’ appeared in the command prompt, the small window closed up, and the file opened.

There were 4 documents there.

READ FIRST

LEE ANIMATIONS

GWAN BROADCASTING

AN HAEWON

My fingers itched to click on one of the other files. Two were popular in media. Lee Animations had rebranded to Lee Entertainment a few years back. They hired idols and actors. Their animations were no longer being made by them, they chose to switch to the idol and film business pretty late. Everyone thought they would go bankrupt.

Gwan Broadcasting was a thing before my father even went to America. Years and generations in the company as well as very good dramas and sub-networks under their belt.

An Haewon. The name didn’t even begin to register in my memory.

Against my impulses, I clicked on the ‘READ FIRST’ file.

M/n

You’re reading this because you snooped in my things… OR I handed you this after you finished college but let's be honest with ourselves the first option is more likely.

I hope by now you’ve grown and I’ve handed the company over to you. So just have a drink with me after this because I have a few things to get off my chest.

I didn’t get this company JUST through hard work. I hope as time goes on you begin to understand the circumstances that led me to make the decisions I made and the actions I took.

I won't ask for forgiveness.

Just understanding.

I’ve made the three other files to explain why these three people, these three companies want to see you suffer. To see us suffer.

Against my instinct to be the father you respect and admire, I tried to explain the truth and not what would make me look good.

The second password-protected folder is of the things they wanted from me. Either wanting them back or wanting to steal away.

I love you. I hope by explaining these things you can learn from them and make better decisions for the company and family.

Whatever you decide, just know I fully support it. I would never be disappointed in you. You’ve been the most hard-working out of all my children. You were quiet but your drive to achieve was always there. Even as I write this you’re at our dining room table studying. I still don’t know what the fuck twelve times nine is and to be completely honest I couldn’t care less.

Take care, Mn-ie.

Your Reckless Asshole Father,

L/N Jaeseong

I could feel tears trail down my cheeks as I quickly closed the document and raced to click on the one under it.

“M/N!” The sudden sound of my office door flying open again made me jump.

My siblings have arrived.

Jiann was now in front of my desk, arms folded in anger. She looked like my mother ready to rock my shit.

Jaeseok was holding firmly on our younger sister’s arm as she was pouting, looking at the floor.

“Why are you crying?” Jae asked, making my older sister’s face soften.

“It’s over my dick size, what do you all want?” I quickly replied.

My older sister’s face hardened again, all business, “Did you tell our sister that if we both said no to her staying with us that she could stay at your empty apartment!?”

“I did. Jae, don’t hold too tight her skin is sensitive.” I frowned.

“Exactly, she’s sensitive and you want her in an apartment by herself!?” Jae threw back in my face.

I rolled my eyes, “That apartment is more than secure. It’s not like I live in a crappy apartment give me SOME credit.”

“SHE’S SIXTEEN.”

“She’s going to be seventeen soon. I know that’s not an adult at that age but I was that age when I started taking care of her and started getting ready to take over the company. She’s not a child.”

“Yes! She is! And so were you! Don’t make this a toxic cycle, M/n!” Jiann snapped.

“Don’t be dramatic. It’s not like I have a kid and handed it to her like ‘you’re the mom now’, it’s just a few nights in a secure apartment that she wouldn’t HAVE to stay in if you two got your mother in check. ” My voice was filled with irritation that began to build.

I closed pulled the USB out and put it in my desk as Jiann began her verbal assault, “She’s OUR mother. Just because you helped raise our sister doesn't mean you stop being her son! We’re getting the situation handled.”

“Well until you do, I want my baby sister comfortably living in my apartment.” I snickered as I stood up to try to pry Jaeseok’s hand off of my little sister.

“She can put up with it for a day or two.” Jaeseok growled.

I shoved his hand off and turned Jieun towards the door to leave, “She already did put up with it for a day or two. My sister shouldn’t HAVE to put up with anything uncomfortable in her own fucking home. So I’m taking her to mine since our mother STILL isn’t a considerate enough parent to care about her child rather than fucking leeches. Now if you would excuse me, I’m going to go have dinner with my PERFECTLY CAPABLE sister and then show her where she will be staying. I want you out of my office when I get back and I want the situation handled within 48 hours.” I ordered as I guided Jieun out the office.

“They’re going to get mad at you for talking to them like that.” Jieun warned.

“They’ll have to deal with it. I’m their boss until we split the company. I give orders not sympathy.” I grumbled as I pushed the elevator button.

I had taken Jieun to my apartment. I had ordered us dinner while she unpacked.

The mood was light but had a dark undertone.

It was oddly nostalgic. My sister moving things in my closet to make space for her things because she didn’t feel safe in her own room.

Us alone in the apartment getting our own dinner because we didn’t expect our mom home until the very early hours of the morning.

“I ordered fried chicken. The app said it should be here in a few minutes. I hope that’s okay with you.” I called over as I began to clear off the coffee table.

“Is it yangnyeom?” She called back.

I couldn’t help the smile that came onto my face, “Yes. I even asked for extra sauce because you like the spice.”

“….what about beer?”

I rolled my eyes, “I have some in the fridge you delinquent.”

She let out an excited ‘yay’ and began to put her clothes in my closet in a more excited manner.

“How is school going?”

“Alright, It’s pretty boring though.”

“Boring, how?”

“Well, I only have one true friend and days just repeat themselves.”

“Then join a club.”

“I DID.” I let out a chuckle at her outburst.

She skipped out of the bedroom and bounded over to the fridge, “Who would’ve thought at 16 I would be drinking a beer with my older brother in a penthouse apartment in Gangnam that he’s going to leave me with.” I only shook my head at her.

“Please don’t filter yourself when you tell me how living with mom is REALLY going.” I began as she made her way to the living room with two beers.

“Well, mom is just like she was before. Never rhere. Sometimes she goes out with friends or she just kinda leaves and doesnt say anything.”

“…Does she at least make dinner?”

“Nope. She barely speaks to me unless we’re all gathered together.”

I knew this was going to be a mistake. One that would make my sister and brother furious. My mother would kill me. I knew if my dad were here he would understand at least.

“Okay.” I sighed as I fished in my pocket.

I pulled out the apartment keys and placed them on the table.

My sister looked at them then back at me in confusion, “You can have it. Don’t worry about rent, or money. I’ll handle it. Just please be safe and stick to studying and working hard. The last thing I want is you deciding to fuck off instead of go to school.”

“YOU’RE GIVING ME AN APARTMENT!?” Her eyes twinkled with tears and excitement.

“Yeah, everyone will kill me if they find out so move in slowly. Act like you’re just staying here for a few days. I’ll tell security that you’re staying here now. Just please don’t burn the place down.”

“I would NEVER.” Jieun gasped dramatically.

I gave her a pointed look, “Remember when you tried to be nice to me and make curry and yo–”

“OTHER THAN THAT I WOULD NEVER.”

I only shook my head and reached over for the remote.

Even when I turned on the TV I didn’t focus on it. My mind only wandered to what the following days would be.

After all I left 9 people alone in my bunker with no contact all day. I mean they could wait.

Right?

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Garden of Tulips (Levi/Reader) Tea Time #6

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“What did it look like?”

“Hmm?” Levi looked up from his place next to your sleeping form. “The titan that tried to snack on my darling granddaughter.” “Ugly as fuck.” “Aren’t they all?”

Levi recounts memories of the reader and their shared life together while she recovers from a serious injury.

!!WARNINGS!! - Violence, gore, smut, wholesome content ;)

So these little Tea Times were written as little filler-memory chapters to place in between the main story line.

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Short and Sweet

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“Hey shorty have you finished signing off on these release forms?” Hange asked as she tapped into Levi’s office. Her question garnered crickets as he remained focused on his menial duties.

“Shortyyyy~?” She sang with a spring in her step as she entered and shut the large door. Levi paid as much attention to her as he did a fly perched upon his windowsill. He flipped over the last document and signed it.

“Captain short-stacks?” She prodded with an intricate skill at pressing his buttons.

“Fuck off shitty glasses.” He finally piped up aridly, his exhale ruffling the corners of his papers.

“I see you responded to the second one. I now endow you with this title-” Hange declared with a booming voice when a pen was thrown directly at her forehead. She barely caught it before impact and cackled at their childish antics.

“Oh come on, Levi. It’s a cute nickname for such a cutie patootie captain~” She cooed in an insanely sweet voice that made Levi feel like he was overdosing on rotten corn syrup.

“Coming from you, using me and cute in the same sentence is revolting. It would be a shame if I were to vomit on these documents.” He gagged in unamusement as he flicked his wrist which held the folder towards her. She gladly accepted it with a shit-eating grin.

“Well that wouldn’t hurt anyone other than yourself would it, shortkins?” She countered playfully. With the swiftness of a veteran scout, Hange poked Levi in the head with his pen and dodged out of range of any punches he could have thrown.

“Thanks Levi Shortyman, see you at breakfast!” She yelled over her shoulder as she skipped out of the room. Levi released his broiling irritation like a simmering kettle with a deep breath and attempted to rub the pet names out of his temple.

After a strenuous day of training the new batch of cadets that ran from the crack of dawn to a little over an hour ago, you found yourself in the kitchen babysitting a kettle of hot water. Leaning against the counter, you rested your head in your hands as the gentle humming of the stove sang you a lullaby.

“There you are.” A low voice dragged you out of your temporary humid home. Turning your head, you lazily smiled at Levi and gave him a languid wave.

“Tired?” He asked rhetorically as he approached. You nodded once and picked your head up out of your palms.

“Who knew training 30 inexperienced teenagers would be this taxing.” You exhaled. He tutted his tongue and came to lean against the counter next to you, his lower back resting against the cool surface. He regarded you as what little vigor you had left drained out of your body and into the wiggling kettle. A part of him desired to uncross his arms, scoop up your deflated form, and let his shoulder support your sleeping head. Much to his frustration, not even your exchange of fresh confessions could not fully decimate his wall of, dare he admit, awkwardness.

Of course he was experienced in fleeting romances; physical indulgences that ended with snips of threads. But he was a virgin to this type of love. Every touch to you was precious and he felt himself overcalculating his motions.

“Now you know how tiresome it was to train your group of brats.” The jest within his tone warmed his otherwise impassed features.

“I guess everyone is a brat until they capture your heart, Levi.” You pouted slyly and gave his arm a weak poke.

“No one has but you, idiot.” The casual nature of his tone even surprised him with how fluidly it slipped out of his mouth. The strangeness of dewdrops on a newly bloomed petal curdled between the two of you. Thankfully the shrill whistling of the kettle overpowered any bumbling reply you could have generated.

“What kind are you making?” Levi cleared his throat as you doused the stove and moved the kettle off of the flame to cool.

“A batch of chamomile for Hange and I. English breakfast for Erwin and Mike-they still need the caffeine tonight-and of course earl gray for you.” You struggled to suppress a yawn as you recited the flavors. Levi felt his bones soften to jelly at your thoughtfulness.

“None of your special tea this evening.” He mused with disappointment in his tone. You admired the scrunch of his nose that you knew he was oblivious to.

“Nah, I ran out a few nights ago.” You hummed as you began laying out five cups on the counter.

“You didn’t grab the tea bags yet.” Levi stated. With a spry push-off, he strode over to one of the many cabinets that overhung the counter. You smiled in appreciation and turned back to the hot water.

A clanking followed by a dull thump brought your attention back to him. The scene unfolding next to you caused you to inhale sharply and inflate your cheeks with your impending laughter.

Tiptoes propelled him upward just short of firmly grasping the tea tins. Two out of the 3 tins had been acquired in the lower cabinets but the remaining one was perched on the highest one on the shelf. Levi bounced on his heels once in an attempt to stretch his spine longer but he gained only enough height to allow his fingers to brush the bottom of the wooden chamber.

You silently observed him struggle with guilty amusement. In candid moments like these he was just so… adorable . When he stretched again, the hem of his crisply ironed shirt rode up and the downy smooth skin of his hip peeked out. His raven locks bounced with his body and just barely shielded his deeply furrowed brow.

“Which one of those lanky ass trees put them up so high?” He grumbled under his breath.

You really tried to spare his dignity. You really did. But you couldn't keep away any longer as he wiggled upward.

As you padded over to the little ball of anger you comically frowned deeply to continue to quell your impending giggle. Honestly you couldn't blame him for not being able to reach. That cabinet was placed so annoyingly high that even you were only barely able to grasp its contents.

Levi immediately halted his movements when he noticed your presence at his side. His head swiveled sideways and met your gaze with a childish frustration.

Holy fuck don't laugh.

Your gentle nudge pushed Levi to the side with a stiffness in his form. He eyed you as nabbed the tea tin in a single hop.

“Shorty.” You teased with a fond smile that was devoid of anything but kitten-like affection. Leaning down, you pecked him on the lips just before your giggle broke free from its imprisonment. Then you snatched the tins and returned to your brewing station.

Levi remained camped out on the other side of the kitchen. He felt a bubbling warmth swarm his cheeks as his mind replayed your honeyed voice saying the nickname he could care less for.

But when you said it, so sweetly and lovely... walls he felt whipped.

"Aww-why does she not get sass for calling you shorty?" Hange whined from the doorway. Her sudden appearance only fueled your laughter as you placed the tea leaves in their respective cups and began showering them in a hot bath.

Levi scowled at the woman and brought a hand to rub his jawline, masquerading his rosy cheeks from her pointed view.

“Your fucking off time has not expired yet, Hange.” His warning was muffled as you handed your old squad leader her tea.

Levi learned an important lesson that day: he didn't mind being teased if it was by you.

Honorifics

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“I’ll make sure he reads through these, Armin.” You smiled sweetly at the boy and he nodded with a grin of his own. Levi’s eyes flitted from you to Armin in a wordless manifestation of ~is that all~ from his desk.

“Thank you, sir.” Armin saluted and politely slipped out of the door to Levi’s office. You sighed peacefully as silence fell between you two.

“I’ll admit there tends to be interesting plans that come out of that coconut hair.” Levi commented and placed the papers aside.

“Thank you for giving his ideas an extra look, Captain.” You said, masking your fledgling slyness with nonchalant innocence.

Levi suddenly felt like he was being waterboarded when that single word left your lips. His eyes narrowed as you rounded the corner of his desk and idly began flipping through Armin's plans.

"What did you just call me?" He pressed, feeling frozen as an alluring blend of bewilderment and desire swam through the ice of his surprise.

“What do you mean, sir?" You responded with a shrug. Your thumb preoccupied itself with the smoothness of the paper while your mind indulged itself in your fantasized musings.

“That.” He emphasized his speech with a crispness of a seasoned officer.

“I don’t know what you’re referring to, captain. Maybe you misheard me.” You continued with an added layer of heated sultriness. Levi's initial shock had dulled to a buzzing hum as the atmosphere between you switched from feigned innocence to dripping in lust.

You hadn’t addressed him with honorifics since you had been promoted to a squad leader. The double entendre and impish aura had his head swirling with an exhilarating dizziness of lust and vigor. Levi bit the inside of his cheek as he watched you discreetly press your thighs together, trying to keep yourself from seeming just as needy as he was beginning to feel.

And walls the way your eyelashes fluttered like a doe’s to the bashfulness of your posture was all so very- submissive. It excited Levi’s nerves and stirred his legs to twitch in anticipation of contact.

“Then why don’t you come over here and repeat yourself so I can hear you clearly.”

He pushed off the desk and swiveled in his chair to leave his lap exposed to you. You greeted his invitation with a smirk and painstakingly slowly made your way over to him. You grasped the arms of his chair and swung your legs over his, hovering over his lap for a moment to deprive him of his much desired contact. He almost let out a noise of frustration when you finally settled into him, smugly rocking your hips forward as you scooched into his chest.

“Can you hear me now, sir?” You cooed at the shell of his ear and gently nibbled on the soft flesh of his earlobe. He exhaled as your mouth moved southward.

Levi gulped. Your syrupy words and steamy breath began heating his insides from the nape of his neck. He felt himself twitch upward as your plush thighs once again rubbed against his straining erection.

A wave of satisfaction rushed through you when you felt how hard he was already. He wasn’t always very vocal in his desires as a lover. But with each passing day you became more intimate with what made him tick and could instantly tell he was beginning to enjoy this power play. He had been powerless over many things in his life, and in the most primal yet nurturing way, the thought of lording over you with pleasure drove him wild.

Levi felt like his body was screaming with this invigorating rush of arousal. It was a sensation you had given him countless times before. But the feeling of power that you were inflating into him blanketed him in a new rush of exhilaration that had butterflies flitting against his chest.

Quickly catching onto your plan to tease him, he was not going to let you get away with it. He was your captain , after all. He suddenly clasped your hips with a force that made you whimper. He adjusted you so that your hot core was pressed intoxicatingly close to the taught muscles of his thigh.

He regarded you, pupils dilated, as his hands forced you along the expanse of his thigh. Your hips instantly responded to his actions, rolling yourself against him as sparks began flying through you.

“Hmm. Is this what you wanted your captain to do?” Levi hummed lowly, bouncing his leg upward as he ground your hips harder onto him. Your lips detached from his neck as your head fell to his shoulder, the sweet friction making it hard to focus on anything else.

“I-dammit Levi I was the one who was supposed to seduce you.” You moaned breathily; a mixture of defeat and excitement as his movements further ignited your bundle of nerves.

“I’d say you were pretty successful.” Levi praised, leaning in to capture your wanton lips with his own. The kiss deepened to match the fervedity that glued you to one another. The sinfulness of the way your body gave into his guidance and the lingering awareness that the two of you had forgotten to lock the damn office door only fueled his rough touches.

“I still haven’t gotten an answer to my question, brat.” He reluctantly broke away, humming with a hungry gravel as he squeezed your ass with passionate intent.

When you didn’t answer, Levi tightened his hold and rocked his hip so fluidly that you felt like you were caught in a current of bliss. Both of you were drowning in the heavy petting; you relishing in the pleasurable friction that his muscular thigh brought your clothed core and him feeling your wetness through his trousers as he brought you teetering over the edge with just a flick of his leg and a roll of his hips.

Your plan had instantly backfired, and although you were the antithesis of complaining, it felt lewd to express your desires aloud. But by the way his eyes bore into yours, dripping with metallic lust and silently commanding you to tell him made you whimper and grind against him with even more desperation.

“Tell me.” Levi huskily instructed, immediately halting his flow and keeping you agonizingly still. Your legs were softly shaking at the loss of contact, hands balling the fabric at his shoulders.

Electric tendrils bounced freely in the space between you as you looked down at him, your chest heaving and panting.

Wordlessly your hand reached for his. Your intertwined palms moved up your torso, brushed over your breasts, and stopped at your neck. Levi felt your rapid pulse point under his thumb and his own heartbeat became erratic. His eyes widened at your bold move.

His grip lay loose, hesitant against the sensitive area. Hurting you, especially accidentally, was the last thing he wanted to do. As a child he saw how his mother was mistreated, cast aside and abused by hungry men. But the way your teeth toyed with your plush lips and your eagerness to retake your spot on his thigh caused blood to rush from his head down to his cock. You gave him a willing smirk. If you wanted him like this he would gladly give it to you.

“Make me cum.” Your voice oozed with silken demand while your neck craned to expose the smooth flesh to his palm.

And just like that, the electricity crackled.

Levi slammed you back down onto him and guided you at a heavenly pace while his other hand applied pressure to your neck. He almost came himself as he watched you unfold on the precipice of your ecstasy; writhing in pleasure under his control and using him to chase your orgasm beneath his grip.

You didn’t need to vocalize with words that you were close for Levi to know. The nectarous moans of his name and the erratic nature of your thrusts were sensory overload for him as he unbuttoned your pants.

In exchange for slowing his pace a bit, he slipped his free hand into your underwear. He reveled in your high-pitched gasp when his coarse fingertips made contact with your clit. The combined warmth and pressure from Levi's hands on opposite ends of your body catapulted you into your orgasm as you rutted against his thigh. Your vocal cords vibrated in sensuous moans against his constraint.

As you recovered from being perched on your high, he brushed his thumb lightly up your neck and let it rest along your cheek. He peered at you dazed in the afterglow of want and appreciation. Teasingly, he wiggled his fingers over your over-sensitive clit and chuckled in amusement when you squirmed in place. With a delicate sweep that would put a painter to shame, he drew his hand out of your pants. The velvety knot recoiled in your stomach when Levi brought his slick fingers to his lips and sighed in contentment.

Oh you were so ready to wipe that beautiful smirk off of his face and reclaim what you rightfully started.

Your arms drew along the expanse of his arms, sliding you down and out of his lap until your knees pressed onto the chilled wood floor. Levi’s eyes trailed yours as you slithered downward, argent orbs darkening when you palmed his straining crotch.

You wasted no time in unbuttoning his pants and releasing his cock from its confines. His eagar member was glossy with precum, revealing just how much you had riled him up. Your tongue started at the base, licking a hot streak languidly up his shaft and swirling your strokes when you reached the tip.

Levi released a heavy breath when your mouth took him fully. As your head bobbed along his length, not once did he drop his head back as the pleasure began to build. Through his panting, lip-toying, nostril flaring, and eventual groan of euphoria, the molten silver within his eyes occupied your gaze. You watched as his brow knitted and features contorted in rhapsody all while his commanding focus lay unwavered. The forge fire raging in them held your head to him and made you flush under their intensity as you swallowed and released him from your mouth.

“I wish I had called you captain earlier.” You winked up at him, a blissful half smile forming on his features.

“Be careful what you wish for.” He chuckled and leant you his hand to help you up off of the ground.

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hearthandhomemagick · 3 years ago

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Cottage Witch Journal Entry - Getting Used To It - A Poem for Healing

All of the love poems in the world,

All of the manifesting I can muster,

All the stars I wished upon,

All of the patience and love and communication I can give,

None of it could save us.

None of it would have stopped you and made you say, "I want to stay."

I could paint the Universe and hand it to you in a Solid Gold Frame, lined with the promises of life, and glazed with honesty and adoration.

And you wouldn't be able to hang it in your living room.

Nothing I said, nothing I did, nothing I tried....worked when it came to trying to get you to love me the way I needed. To make you see me, hear me, understand me and love me the way I wanted you to.

And no matter how much I listened, how much I changed the way I walked, how much I tried being genuinely myself, how much I tried to love you the way you needed me to....I would never be enough....I would never say or do the right thing for you. I was wrong often.

And I accepted the love you gave me for so long, I forgot this was always meant to be a team effort.

If one person on a team of two is working for both parties, failure is bound to happen, pain is settled in stone.

I am realizing that I want you so badly to love me, to want to be with me, that when love is offered to me on a platter made of diamonds, I am taken aback. I remember how much love you gave me, how much care you offered me, but realizing you never loved me like that.....the same way I loved you....where else am I to go but back into myself.

It has been three weeks since the tragedy. Almost four, now. I call it the tragedy because.....it felt so tragic. I watched the love of my life decide he wasn't happy in my arms anymore. Decide that the end of the road was right there, in the car, eating lunch, a week before my 23 Birthday. I watched my love tell me....he didn't love me the way he thought he should. And hasn't for over a year.

You do remember you didn't say, "I love you" until well after a year....right?

After weeks of hearing you mutter, "This won't last much longer." under your breath every time we argued.....how easily you were willing to just give up on me. On us. After weeks, you finally made the decision for us.

The first week and a half, I moved out and woke up throwing up every morning at 6:30. By the Second week, I was hospitalized for twelve hours from the vomiting, unable to move and barely able to breath. On the third week, I started my journey to getting better and trying to do right for myself. Week four is right upon me and all I can say for all that time is....

I'm getting used to it.

It's not getting easier, by any means. I still wake up wanting you and the boys next to me. I still bend over in tears when I remove another one of my items from your apartment....ah, it's only your apartment again.

I'm getting used to it.

I never understood the term "easier" when it comes to healing. I still struggle to cry often, and the one thing I had that smelled like you....you took home. How haunting it is to now that nothing I own smells like you anymore, but rather clean detergent and....an empty space.

I'm getting used to it.

You come over sometimes, and sometimes I go over there. We play our roles as best friends, but I am simply hiding how hard it is to not run into your arms, kiss you and beg you to love me. We smoke a blunt, I act cool, we make small talk.....and you leave without a kiss goodbye, but a half-hearted hug is always offered.

I'm getting used to it.

Our late night endeavors and smoke drives, are no longer routine. I go to bed anywhere between 9 and 11, maybe I smoke, most times I watch TV or read my poetry books. I journal and fill the silence with my thoughts and goals. And empty home with no one to come home to. I have to occupy my space and time with whatever I can because the time I spent with you was a natural space filler....but now I can only spend time alone when I get home.

I'm getting used to it.

I'm calling friends I haven't talked to in a while. They fill the conversation and communication I need, and more often than not only remind me of you a few times throughout. But no matter how hard I try to stop the conversation from turning onto you, somehow we end up on that road anyways. I hold myself together, stop the tears and bite back the lump in my throat, the one I always read about but never understood....until now.

I'm getting used to it.

I have to love myself. You left me thinking the majority of our relationship...you only loved me because you had to. When we broke up, you said you had been feeling this way for a year and a half. Like I was a weight on your shoulders you needed to get rid of. As if I was something to hold onto when times were bad, but let go of when times were good. As if I were so easily disposable. As if I was a sad nuisance the whole time.

I am worth the love, you know? You kept me for two years for a reason. I am so very much worth that exchange of affection and attention. The time, The space.

I am having to remind myself of my worth through this entire ordeal, and it stings so much because....how far have I really let myself walk from my home? How long have I let myself believe I was only worth it if you were the one loving me?

I have to be enough for myself. I am living alone, but I am not alone. I have friends and family that love, adore and support me. Who wouldn't want me to change for the World. Who understood me and loved me....unconditionally.

I may not have them "forever". I may have them for the rest of my life. I may lose some and gain some, but ultimately they love me as I am right this second.

When you looked me in the eye and said, "I can't do this anymore." I knew nothing I would say or do could save us at that point. The memory is harsher than the moment, because when I looked at you....I genuinely thought you despised me. I thought you couldn't stand to be with me....couldn't offer me anymore love.

You say we are young. As if I am not a grown ass woman who paid your bills for a year prior to this. You say you have so much of the world to see, and you are confused and have things you must figure out alone. As if our relationship was founded on, "I'll keep you until I don't need you anymore."

I wanted to grow with you. If you didn't want that, I wish you would have told me. As if this relationship was a gift to me in some odd way. As if my love was so rewarding, that you felt inclined, no, obligated to reciprocate it. Like I was a child....or lesser than you in some way.

I am worth the love, unconditionally. And not a love that is a "gift", but a love that is ever exchanging and constantly giving to each other. I deserve a love that is so happy with me, they want to dance with me and not have to worry about the rest of the world. I deserve a love that sees me and is blown away by the idea of anyone ever leaving me. I deserve a love that is patient and compromising, one where we delegate together and communicate without being upset with each other after. A love that won't leave when I am at my lowest, even if they don't realize how low I have gotten. One that won't so easily give, and one who doesn't wait for the day for us to be over.

Darling, it's okay. You're just as human as I am. And everything has its place.

I respect you, and I know you love me. You love me in the way you can, the way you know how. I wish I could have been enough now.

Over the past three weeks, I have come to realize....I am the love of my life. As is my mother, my father, my siblings, my friends. Love doesn't end when we get tired. Love tries again and again until things are worked out.

But, I can see you didn't see any hope for us. And maybe I will thank you later for you decision. You're still my Best Friend. I still love you. These things will never change for me, even if we move on.

I hate how our story has come to an end. If the Universe puts us together again....we will have to be different people for each other.

Until then, I need to be my own lover. I need to love me the way I need to be loved. Because I deserve that.

Logan, you deserve that to.

I'm not mad, how could I be? Hurt, yes. Mad...no. If we could ever grow up and learn to love each other again....I'd welcome you home. No regrets, no questions asked.

Until that day...it's quiet when I get home.

The back porch is comfortable and the swing hanging from my tree is peaceful. I'm singing again and socializing. I'm learning to live again, an it's killing me.

But....I'm getting used to it.

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mingishoe · 5 years ago

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Secret Santa Pt. 2

Summary: So much has happened since you had Secret Santa at your work and this is just the beginning of it

Genre: Fluff, Smut, lil bit of Angst

Pairing: Fem!reader x Yunho x Seonghwa x San

Word count: 6.1k (kinda just a filler to lead into actual plot)

Smut Warning: Sub!Yunho, Switch!Reader, Dom!Seonghwa SoftDom!San

Exibitionism? Little bit of MxM, Handjob, edging, ruined orgasm, overstimulation, sloppy seconds???, soft I missed you sex, couldn’t wait anymore so imma fuck you sex

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You and Yunho have been dating for around 3 months now and it feels like forever ago when you asked him to be your boyfriend.

It wasn’t very formal or anything, it was one night Yunho was at your place and the two of you were laying down while flipping through the channels on TV.

“Yunho? Do you want to be my boyfriend?” You were watching his expressions and you felt yourself smile when you saw his cheeks turn a bright shade of red that you could see even in the dark. “Really?” You nodded, you yourself getting embarrassed. “Yes Puppy, really.”

Yunho pressed a kiss to your lips, “Is that a yes?” You teased. Yunho rested his head in your neck, “y-yes.”

Since you and Yunho started dating, you haven’t been with either San or Seonghwa much. You still walk home every day with Seonghwa but he never goes into your apartment, knowing that something else might happen.

Same with San except the both of you had a little more self control with each other, so he does still come to your place for a movie night every once in a while but he doesn’t sleep over.

You really really miss both of them so much more than you thought you were going to and you can’t help but feel guilty. You love Yunho so much and you would never drop him for anyone else but you still have that lingering feeling.

San and Seonghwa both missed you so much. Seonghwa missed the way you would squeeze around his cock when he called you their dirty slut. He missed the way you would hold his hand in public and the way you would give him kisses when the two of you cuddled.

San missed the way you would ride him, completely forgetting about the movie that was playing in the background, the way you would suck his cock so gently but so fucking good at the same time. He missed the way the two of you fell asleep together, with your arms wrapped around him and your head on his chest or in his neck. The way he woke up before you and you would look so beautiful doing something as simple as sleeping.

Both San and Seonghwa had feelings for you for the longest time, but the both of them tried their best to ignore how their heart hurt when they saw you with someone else. For some reason they felt completely fine sharing you with each other and even Yunho.

They both knew that what happened that night with all four of you could’ve been the last time they were going to be able to touch you, and as of now, that’s how it’s been. They know that you’re happy with Yunho and that’s all that matters to them.

Yunho noticed the shift in moods even though all of you thought you were being slick. Yunho didn’t know how, or if he should, confront any of you about it.

Yunho didn’t understand why but he didn’t mind. Something deep inside of him wanted the two other boys to have feelings for you, and something deeper wanted you to feel the same. Yunho had never thought he would be that person who thought it was okay for his girlfriend to have more than one boyfriend, but to him he honestly wanted it to happen.

It was another day at work and it was slow. Nobody had anything to do, so everyone was sitting around.

The 4 of you were sitting in your office and the tension was so thick you physically couldn’t take it anymore. You excused yourself saying you were going to the restroom just so you could get out.

As soon as you walked out you felt like you could breathe properly again. You rested your head on the wall behind you and you felt your eyes start to water.

You quickly went to the restroom before anyone saw you crying. As soon as you went into the restroom you locked the door behind you and tears just started streaming down your face.

You stood at the sink and looked at yourself in the mirror, your eyes were puffy and q your nose was red. You couldn’t walk out of there looking like you had just cried for 20 minutes, even though you did.

You heard a knock at the door and you froze. You really didn’t trust your voice to talk so you just ignored it, “Y/N? Are you okay?” Fuck. It was Yunho. You heard the doorknob jiggling as he tried to enter the restroom, “I-I’m fine… it’s o-okay,” you knew your voice sounded like you had just been crying and you were hoping Yunho would just ignore it, but you know he’s too good of a boyfriend to just ignore you.

“Can you unlock it please?” You contemplated if you should actually open the door or not but in the end you knew he was going to ask about it later.

You unlocked the door and Yunho opened it almost immediately. He took a few seconds to scan you and took you into a hug before he questioned you.

You tried to stop yourself from crying. You tried to look strong in front of Yunho but your arms wrapped around him and you couldn’t stop the small sobs that came from you.

“Aww nonono, what’s wrong? Please stop crying.” You shook your head trying to say that nothing was wrong but Yunho isn’t stupid, he knows what’s wrong.

Yunho bent down so he was at your level, “Is it San and Seonghwa?” Your lip started to tremble as you nodded. “I-I'm so s-sorry puppy,” Yunho smiled softly at you as he rubbed your back to get you to calm down.

You reached forward and you wrapped your arms around him once again. “It’s okay…” you shook your head, “yes it is love. I already knew, you like them don’t you?” You pulled away from Yunho and looked at him cautiously, “It’s okay if you do. I’m not going to get mad.”

You didn’t know what to say. The answer was yes, obviously, but you didn’t know what would happen if you did say yes. You cautiously nodded and you felt an incredible guilt come over you. You need Yunho to know that you love him, more than anything at that, and not have him feel upset about it. You would totally understand why if Yunho decided to break up with you and hate you again, but when he smiled you felt relieved but also extremely confused.

Yunho looked at his phone quickly and stood up properly, “Can you go clock us four out and I’ll talk to them?” You nodded before rubbing some water on your face to make yourself look a little less terrible, “Who do you want to talk to first?”

You blinked at yunho with a confused expression on your face, “Who do I want to tell?” Yunho nodded, “S-Seonghwa…” Yunho agreed, “So what you’re going to do, you’re going to walk home with him like normal, and then ask him to go in with you. Once he’s inside the two of us can talk to him, okay?” You liked that plan but honestly you didn’t understand how Yunho was okay with it. How he wanted you to tell him.

“First of all, since when did you tell me what to do?” You teased Yunho slightly, enjoying the way his ears turned a light shade of pink, “but okay. We can do that.”

“Okay, go clock us out and I’ll see what they think, deal?” You smiled at yunho with a nod, “Deal.”

The two of you walked out of the restroom and went opposite directions. Yunho went back to your office and saw the two boys talking. “I’m gonna ask this and I need both of you to be honest.” The two boys looked to Yunho and nodded suspiciously, “Do the both of you like y/n?”

He watched as the expressions of the two boys changed completely. A look of panic flashed on the faces and he could clearly tell the answer.

San looked to Seonghwa with wide eyes trying to silently tell him to do something. Seonghwa looked a lot calmer than San but he was still obviously on edge. Yunho spoke up before they decided against it, “If you do I won’t be mad. We can… work it out.”

Seonghwa squinted his eyes at Yunho’s proposal, “Okay look, I don’t understand what that means, but yeah, we both like y/n… a lot…” Yunho could see the sincerity in Seonghwa’s eyes. Yunho looked over to San and was surprised when he saw his eyes watering. San didn’t even have to say anything for him to tell Yunho he felt the same thing, if not stronger.

“Look, it’s okay. We’ll figure something out okay?” Both Seonghwa and San nodded. “Work is almost over, we’ll figure out what to do later okay?” Yunho brought a hand up to carefully wipe the tears from San’s face, “Come on San-ie,” Yunho wrapped an arm around San’s shoulder as they walked out of the office together.

Not long later you walked back into your office to see Seonghwa with his head in his hands, “What’s wrong Hwa?” Seonghwa looked up at you with red eyes. You felt your heart break into a million pieces. You crouched down in front of Seonghwa and took his face in your hands.

Seonghwa didn’t even try to push you away like he has in the past, all he does is lean into your touch as more tears fall from his eyes.

You could tell that he was trying to keep his strong dom persona up, but it was crumbling in front of you. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?” Seonghwa nodded slightly, “C-Can we go f-first?” You nodded as you stood up.

You were pretty sure Yunho and San had already left so you didn’t bother trying to find them first. You took Seonghwa’s hand in yours and locked your office door before taking the elevator down to the first floor.

You kept your hand in Seonghwa’s as the two of you walked to your apartment. Every once in a while you hear small sniffles coming from beside you, “I’m sorry.” You looked to Seonghwa who spoke beside you. You smiled softly, “It’s okay Hwa… I’m sure whatever’s wrong, we can figure it out.”

Seonghwa shrugged and shook his head, “I don’t- I don’t think so…” you rub his hand in a comforting manner, “I promise, we will…” You weren’t 100% sure if both of you were thinking the same thing, but you were pretty confident you were.

The two of you continue to walk in silence until you reach the elevators. You press the button to your floor and when it opens you lead Seonghwa to your place.

When you open the door you see Seonghwa hesitate before he walks in. You lay your things on the counter before you walk to you grab Seonghwa’s hand and take him to your room.

When you open the door you see Yunho laying down on his phone, “Yunho?” Yunho looks up to see both you and Seonghwa and he gives both of you a smile.

“Are you gonna tell him?” You snap your head up to Yunho, “Way to ease into a conversation-” Yunho’s face turns red as you lead Seonghwa to sit next to you on the bed.

“So… Umm… I’m not sure how to, you know, say it especially since I have a boyfriend but umm…” you looked to Yunho for just a little bit of support and he just smiled and shrugged at you.

You’ve never felt this nervous before, you didn’t know what to say or what would happen after you tell him. You looked into Seonghwa’s eyes for the first time and the only thing you could see was hope.

“I… lo-like you. A lot. And I… I didn’t know how- or if I should tell you. B-But Yunho… he told me it was okay and W-We could talk about it… with you.”

You saw about 10 emotions cross through his face as you were talking. Seonghwa looked like he wanted to say something, do something. You could tell he was hesitating.

He glanced over to Yunho before taking your face in his hands, “R-Really?” When you nodded, Seonghwa slowly leaned in to kiss you gently. You honestly could cry at that moment. You missed Seonghwa so much and a single kiss made you feel so much better than you thought it would.

Seonghwa pulled away and he looked into your watery eyes, “I missed you so much.” Your heart felt 10x bigger when you leaned back in into a kiss.

After you pulled away Seonghwa looked a little bit deflated, “San?” You bit your lip and nodded, “I don’t… I don’t know how or when to tell him.”

Yunho coughed from where he was sitting, “I’m sorry…” you look at him suspiciously with raised eyebrows, “I might have… told him…” it takes you a minute to comprehend what Yunho told you before you respond.

“Why?” Yunho looked like he felt really bad, “We were talking in the office… with Seonghwa… and he started crying. I felt really bad so when we were coming here I told him… and I told him you would talk to him soon…” You looked to Seonghwa since he was in the office too, “Was he crying?” He nods softly, “O-okay… Umm… he’s probably shitting himself right now waiting for me to talk to him. I should go talk to him.”

You get up from the bed quickly before looking between the two boys, “Are yall okay here by yourselves?” When they nodded you walked out of your place and back to the elevators to go to his floor.

You stood outside of his door for a few minutes trying to figure out how to tell him since he already knows. Once you finally knock San’s heart drops to his ass. He knows it’s you since Yunho told him you’d talk to him later.

San was a lot more impatient than Seonghwa so he probably would’ve gone crazy if he had to wait a minute longer. He opened the door and the two of you stared at the other for what felt like forever before he moved out of the way to let you in.

You took in a deep breath to calm your nerves before you spoke, “I know Yunho told you… but I wanted to tell you too. I really like you… a lot. And after w-we stopped being together as m-much… I realised how much I actually did like you… and how much I missed you.”

San’s eyes had gotten slightly watery as you spoke. You poke his cheek, “San… are you gonna cry?” You pouted at him. You placed a quick kiss on his nose which made him laugh quietly.

“You know… Yunho gave me permission to kiss you so…” San brought a hand to cup your jaw while the other tangled in your hair as he leaned in to kiss you harshly.

You smiled into the kiss and rested your forehead against his, “I missed you.” You whispered so gently, scared you were going to ruin the moment. San smiled as he pulled you into another kiss. This one was a lot different from the last one. It was gentle. It was full of love.

His hand slides down your back to wrap around your waist to pull you closer to him. As the two of you are kissing, San leads you backwards and soon enough the back of your knees hit the sofa causing you to fall back onto it pulling San onto you.

You had to be careful, the two of you were we’re walking on a very thin line and both of you were ready to cross it.

San let his hands move under your shirt to lead up to your chest. Your body jolted with every touch, forgetting how it felt to have San touch you. You moaned as San’s knee went between your legs and pressed against your core.

San stopped once he heard you moan and rested his head on your chest so he could catch his breath and calm down. “S-Sorry… got carried away…”

You nodded as he pulled you up with him. “S-Seonghwa and Yunho are at my place… do you wanna come?” San agrees and gets up.

The two of you walk into your apartment and Seonghwa and Yunho are where they were before. You jump on the bed in between them and motion for San to join you.

San jumps on top of you and wraps his arms around you. This is the happiest you’ve felt in what feels like forever. You feel like everything is finally where it should be.

“You two pick a movie…” San gets off of you and Seonghwa rolls to grab your remote to find something on Netflix. You lean back with Yunho and draped a blanket over the two of you.

You lean in to whisper into Yunho’s ear, “Gonna touch you and if you make any noise, you’re gonna get it. Thought I’d let you get away with telling San…” the two of you look towards the two boys when they start arguing over which movie to watch.

“Which one should we watch?” San asks for your opinion and you just shrug, knowing you’re not really going to watch the movie. “We can watch both?” You offer and they finally agree. It was a Friday night so no one had to wake up early the next day.

Seonghwa played the first movie and went back to sit next to you. San moved to sit next to Yunho and you smirked at yourself knowing that San would see what you’re doing almost immediately.

You could feel how tense Yunho was sitting next to you, waiting for the moment you were going to touch him. You had left your hand on his inner since the beginning of the movie and you were waiting for him to fully relax before you did anything.

At some point San had let himself lean into Yunho which made it more fun to watch. Sadistic? Maybe a little, but it wasn’t like either of the boys would care… if anything they’d want to join.

At some point you could feel that Yunho fully relaxed and started watching the movie. You took the opportunity to move your hand up and cup him in your hand. Yunho jolted next to you with a gasp. San obviously felt it more since he was on top of Yunho causing him to look towards Yunho with a confused glance. Yunho shook his head and San went back to his position leaning on Yunho.

You tap Yunho’s thigh softly in a warning to stay quiet. You continue to gently palm him over his sweats. You could tell he wanted to move his hips with your hand for more friction so you so graciously let your hand go under the waistband of his sweats and grip him through his boxers.

His hand moves to grip your thigh. You smile to yourself knowing that he’s going to come undone fairly quickly. You can feel how hard he is in your palm. He starts grinding his hips against your hand softly and you immediately stop causing him to throw his head back in frustration.

You carefully let your hand go into his boxers and take his length out. You glance at his face and it looks very obvious to you. His eyebrows are furrowed and he has his lip in between his teeth.

You try to move your hand up and down his length in a way that makes it look like you’re not doing what you’re doing. You know for a fact that if either of the boys were to look at the two of you they would know immediately, especially San. If he wanted to, he could glance down and he would be able to see your hand moving.

You were becoming more aware of how hard Yunho is breathing and you look towards San who either knows and isn’t saying anything or just doesn’t know. You bite your lip in amusement as you let your thumb swirl around the head which causes him to let out a low moan.

San leans off of Yunho and turns to look at you with wide eyes. You signal for him to be quiet, Yunho hadn’t noticed that San had heard him.

You give up on trying to be subtle and let yourself move your hand the way you’d like. It obviously made a difference because now Yunho is letting out small whines with no means of being quiet.

Seonghwa obviously caught onto what was going on and he thought it was amusing. They used to do this all the time to you, so he thought it was funny you’re the one doing it now.

You could tell that Yunho was about to cum, he would’ve lasted a few seconds max if you didn’t grip onto his base tightly. His eyes snapped open, ready to start whining before he remembered what you had told him when you started. He turned to see both Seonghwa and San looking at him.

“Not a secret anymore puppy, you were being too loud.” You told him in a mocking tone. You felt him throb in your palm as you spoke to him, “You’re so loud, puppy… didn’t I say if you made a noise you were gonna get punished.” Yunho’s chest was heaving as you let go of his length to bring the covers off of him.

You saw him move to put his hands over his face, “Don’t.” He knew what you meant. He knew how much you hated when he covered himself from you. You always made sure to praise him no matter how much you punished him or how much of a brat he was being.

As you spoke to Yunho, San got chills down his back from the way you spoke with such authority over him. San and Seonghwa shared glances and it was obvious the two of them were thinking the same things.

This is only the second time they’ve seen you dom and they can physically feel the dom energy radiating from you, making them a little bit intimidated. San still doesn’t understand how you’re able to be such a strong dom. In his opinion you don’t give off those vibes but then again, he’s always been the one making you beg for him not the other way around. Even with Seonghwa, Seonghwa has you wrapped around his finger and you listen to each of his commands. Now that they see you and Yunho the way you would be with one of them, it just triggers something in their minds.

As San was watching the two of you, he felt himself start to get hard. It had been so long since you touched him, he could tell he wasn’t going to last long if you did.

You brought his sweatpants down his legs and let yourself bring his shirt off. You let a finger run against Yunho’s jaw and down to his neck to circle previous hickeys that you left on him.

His hard cock was resting against his stomach leaving a pool of precum. You move to straddle his legs as you take his cock in your hands once again. This time you go painfully slow. Yunho knows he shouldn’t object or act out now that he’s already in trouble but that doesn’t stop him from thrusting his hips a few times.

You raise your eyebrows and look up to him but you pretend you’re just going to ignore what he did. You look between Seonghwa and San, They both raise their eyebrows at you and you smirk.

San and Seonghwa are different from you, if you were to misbehave they would punish you right away. You like to get Yunho’s hopes up and then either don’t let him cum, give him a ruined orgasm, overstimulation, or leave the punishment for another day.

Yunho has broken every rule you’ve given him today so there’s going to be a punishment. Once you feel he’s close again, you stop.

Yunho starts blabbering, “nonono please keep going- I’m so close fuckfuckfuck” he looks at you with watery eyes, “I know puppy…” you mocked him with a fake sad expression.

“But let me see… how many rules did you break?” You moved your hand softly as you spoke, “I told you to be quiet… and you were so loud that now San and Seonghwa are watching. I always tell you not to cover yourself from me… and you did. And you were just fucking into my hand like a puppy… how many rules is that?”

It took Yunho a minute to respond, “T-Three” you let your hand cup his face gently and Yunho leaned into your touch. You placed your thumb over his lips to shush his whining.

You continue your teasing on Yunho’s cock. You honestly felt a little bit bad from the amount of teasing but you knew you would make it up later.

“Angel… maybe you should let him cum… look how desperate he is… look at those pathetic tears.” You look to San with a smirk, “Should I?” You look to Yunho who is practically begging you. “Okay puppy, you can cum.”

You yourself could literally cum on the spot, you were so horny but you couldn’t do anything about it since you were focused on Yunho.

You let yourself grip onto Yunho’s cock harder and went a little faster than before. You knew Yunho was going to cum in a matter of seconds. You were teasing him too much and he wouldn’t last long.

You felt his stomach tensing underneath your hand, “Go ahead puppy, cum for me.” As soon as you saw him start to cum you released his cock from your grip.

“Nonononono please, fuck I’m sorry. P-please…” you knew Yunho hated when a ruined orgasm was his punishment. You saw tears of frustration leak from his eyes. You looked to San who had gasped then looked to Seonghwa who had wide eyes. They knew how it felt, and it pained them to watch.

“Puppy? Do you wanna cum for real this time?” Yunho immediately shakes his head yes. You look back at Yunho’s length and he’s still fully hard.

“Y-Yunho?” Seonghwa whispered to Yunho to get his attention, “Can… Can we touch her?” That was the million dollar question. The three of you were waiting for Yunho’s answer. Yunho doesn’t hesitate before he nods. Everyone pauses for a few seconds just thinking about what to do. San and Seonghwa both just want to fuck you so hard so you remembered how it felt, but they wanted to show you how much they missed you.

Everyone was still fully dressed except Yunho who was fully naked. Seonghwa carefully pulls you off of Yunho and lays you down next to him. Yunho who’s now beside you makes sounds of protests now that no one is touching him.

San was watching Yunho as he was struggling by himself. Yunho had his arm over his eyes as his chest was heaving. Yunho was bucking his hips softly trying to find any friction without actually touching himself, knowing it was against the rules.

San hesitated not knowing if Yunho would be okay with what he was about to do. San guided his hand to where Yunho’s length was laid on his stomach. His hand hovered for a while before gripping Yunho’s length gently. Yunho moans loudly and his hips buck into San’s hand.

“I-Is this okay?” San asks Yunho in probably the most gentle way he’s talked to someone like this. Yunho whines loudly as he nods. “Words please…” San was speaking to Yunho in a way that he was scared he was going to mess it up. “Y-Yes… It-It’s okay, f-fuck.” San gained some confidence in Yunho’s words and kept going.

Next to San and Yunho, Seonghwa had stripped you of your clothing and had started to undress himself. You had heard Yunho moaning next to you and you were slightly confused. You didn’t have any time to further think about it because Seonghwa had let his cock rub along your folds.

“You’re so wet, kitten… gonna take me so well.” You could probably cum before Seonghwa even starts. You almost forgot how it felt for Seonghwa to touch you… to fuck you. Seonghwa let himself enter you in a single thrust. You grip onto Seonghwa as he starts thrusting into you at a slow speed, trying to get used to the feeling of you around him again.

Neither of you were going to last long and it was obvious to the other person, your moans drowned out all the other noises, including Yunho’s moans. Seonghwa knew what you liked and knew how to do it. His hips angled perfectly for him to hit all the right spots inside of you.

Seonghwa was struggling not to cum himself, he let his head go in your neck to mark you with purple marks. Yunho’s moans start to get louder along with the grunts and groans of both Seonghwa and San.

You look over to Yunho and see one of San’s hands wrapped around Yunho’s length and his other wrapped around his own. “Fuckfuckfuck Hwa-” Watching Yunho and San made you cum faster than you thought you were going to. You turned your attention back to Seonghwa, “Hwa- I- fuckfuckfuck- I’m-”

Seonghwa grips your hips tighter as he fucks into you harder, “I know kitten it’s okay, go ahead.” As soon as Seonghwa gave you the okay you came around him with a loud whine.

Seonghwa came at almost the same time as you. This is the strongest orgasm he’s has had for as long as he can remember. Seonghwa couldn’t stop the loud moans that came out of his pretty lips.

You looked next to you to where Yunho and San were. You couldn’t take your eyes away from where San’s hands were connected to each of their lengths. You looked up into Yunho’s eyes as he whimpered loudly before he came on San’s hand.

San groaned loudly at Yunho underneath him as he helped him ride out his orgasm before moving Seonghwa out of the way and immediately thrusting into you. He gave you no time to adjust before he started pounding into you.

So much for San wanting to show you how much he missed you. You gripped onto San’s biceps as your back arched off of the bed. Your legs were shaking around his waist as he continued to thrust into you. You already felt the knot in your stomach start to build rapidly.

You tried closing your legs from the overstimulation but San gripped your thighs to keep them open. San was obviously close from what he was doing with Yunho so he wasn’t going to last long.

San let one of his hands go to rub your clit harshly to get you to cum faster, “Can you cum for me princess?” You moaned loudly as he angled his hips into you. You nodded in response to San’s question and he thrusted into you harder in response.

You were probably going to leave bruises on San from how hard you were gripping him, and you were probably going to have bruises on your thighs from how hard San was gripping them.

San was the first to cum. As soon as you clenched around him, he couldn’t wait any longer. You felt his release inside you causing you to cum right after.

San released your legs and rubbed where he was grabbing you in a comforting manner, “S-Sorry… too impatient.” You laughed quietly, “You still cum first San~ie…” you teased him and he placed a harsh slap on the inside of your thigh causing you to moan loudly.

San pulled out and laid down next to you, “Was that too much?” You shake your head with a fond smile, “N-No… we’ve done worse San-ie.” San pinches your side in a joking manner before kissing you on the forehead.

You see Seonghwa come out of the restroom with two wet washcloths, “Open your legs please.” You open your legs with a grimace, feeling the cum dripping out of you. Seonghwa brings the cloth and cleans your legs and your swollen core.

He moves to Yunho with the second washcloth and runs it over his chest and stomach. You feel Yunho flinch from the surprise of Seonghwa’s hand. “Are you okay puppy? Was that too much?” Yunho shakes his head, “N-no… I broke the rules so it’s okay. Plus, S-San~ie helped m-me.” You let a smile take over your face, “I know puppy, I saw… You two looked so pretty,” Yunho’s face turned a bright shade of red when he heard San laugh softly from where he was laying.

You brought your arm around Yunho and played with his hair. Yunho was so beautiful. You think he looks the best when he’s fucked out. His cheeks are painted a light shade of pink as he feels the weight of your stare on his face.

“W-What?” You hold his face gently in your hand as you lean in to kiss him. “You’re so beautiful puppy…” a smile took over Yunho’s face as he leaned in to take you in his arms.

You almost forgot San was next to you before he whined loudly, “You’ve never told me I was beautiful before.” You turn to look at San with an amused expression on your face. You open your mouth to respond but Yunho makes a noise of disapproval and grips you tighter.

You laugh loudly at San’s expression towards Yunho, “Sorry San, only Yunho is my beautiful puppy.”

San was about to argue but Seonghwa came back into the room and laid next to Yunho. “How about we actually watch the movies this time?” You snort knowing he was hinting to you, “I- you- Yun- okay…”

You didn’t argue further and let Seonghwa restart the movie that was pretty much over now. You mindlessly played with Yunho’s hair and drew unknown shapes into Yunho’s back.

Not even half way into the movie you felt Yunho start to grow heavier on top of you, not that you minded, signalling he fell asleep. His grip on you was just as strong as he held you.

You whispered to San and Seonghwa, “T-Thank you.” The two boys smiled at you like you were their world. “For what?” You shake your head softly so you wouldn’t wake Yunho up, “For liking me back. And… I know I sound like a kid, b-but I don’t know what I would’ve done if y'all didn’t…”

They both look to each other and then to you, “It’s the other way around sweetheart. We’re so glad you felt that way. We didn’t know if there would ever be a chance because you were with Yunho… but he’s okay with it… and I don’t think he understands how much it means to both of us that the two of you allowed us in your relationship.” Seonghwa was looking at you the best he could considering Yunho was basically on top you, but you could hear and feel the sincerity radiating from both San and Seonghwa.

You let yourself think about it for a moment and had to stop yourself from talking before you said anything else.

You’re so glad everything fell into place and you have the opportunity to be with the three people you love most in the world. You just really hope you don’t fuck anything up.

•@moonmin-miya (you asked me to tag you a while back)•

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CHAPTER XXIII

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GENRES: royal au; fantasy au; magic au; friends-to-enemies-to-lovers; king!beomgyu, vizier!taehyun

PAIRING: taegyu

WARNINGS: (as always) swearing

WORD COUNT: 6.5k+

AN: On a scale of 'Filler Chapter' to 'A Shit Ton Happens Here', this is a firm 'Without This Chapter, Nothing Would Make Sense'. Fun fact, this chapter was the whole reason I wanted to write Court of Lies in the first place! Enjoy :)

SUMMARY: Best friends turned enemies, Kang Taehyun has managed to trick Choi Beomgyu into his service, and to rule for a year and a day, until his youngest brother would be old enough to take the throne. Choi Beomgyu has no intention of being obedient however, and tries to thwart Taehyun’s orders at every turn. With a growing amount of distrust and lies within the court, will Taehyun manage to keep the kingdom of Gojongja from falling apart?

The voice laughed. "You are all so entertaining! I've been watching you, you know. Some of your spy techniques are, I'm afraid, a little shabby. Climbing the palace ledges? Please. I'm surprised no one woke up from the racket you created."

Yeonjun snarled. "Stop mocking us and show yourself!"

"Fine." The voice sounded amused by Yeonjun's authoritative tone. “Allow me to reveal myself.”

.・゜-: ✧ :-

The three boys had formed a circle, all positioned to fight. Then a tall, lithe figure nimbly landed in front of them, as silent and as poised as a cat. He raised his head, ever so slowly, and stared at Taehyun. A tall frame, slender shoulders, familiar dimples and twinkling eyes… Taehyun, Yeonjun and Hueningkai all gasped at once, unintentionally lowering their guard.

Taehyun stared in shock. His eyes were purple .

“Soobin?” Taehyun said, at the same time that Yeonjun and Hueningkai both said, “Wolfsbane?”

The man (Soobin? Wolfsbane?) chuckled. “I see our dear little Kang Taehyun recognises me.”

Yeonjun glared at the man. “So it was you! I saw you in the palace!”

The man bowed mockingly, violet eyes twinkling maleficently. “Indeed you did,” he said. “And so did Hueningkai, when you all went down to the basement of the library.” He gave a small laugh. “I’m afraid I scared you a little, didn’t I?”

Hueningkai didn’t answer the man. Yeonjun didn’t say a word, either. Both of them glared at the man, tension evident in their muscles, while on the other hand the man looked completely relaxed.

Soobin’s lips formed a mocking pout. “Why, I thought you spies would be delighted to see me! After all, I am a legendary spy, aren’t I?”

Yeonjun bared his teeth. “You and your clan are infamous for bringing down royals and corrupting Kingdoms,” he said darkly. “I’m afraid you’re not welcome.”

Soobin pouted again. “Oh that’s not very nice! And I thought you found me cute.”

“That’s before you showed who you truly were,” Yeonjun glowered. “Now you’re anything but cute.”

“Oh, that is a shame,” Soobin laughed. “I would have been more than happy to give you a kiss, but it seems that it is not wanted.”

Yeonjun only scoffed in disgust, crossing his arms.

Hueningkai hadn’t said anything. His eyes never left the stranger, but he spoke to Taehyun. “Taehyun, how do you know him?”

“Lord Soobin’s a member of our court,” Taehyun replied in a confused tone, eyes fixed on the man’s crystalline eyes. “But… he didn’t look like this. I don’t know who this person is.”

“I’m still Soobin, don’t you worry. I am a member of your court, in a way,” he chuckled. “And indeed, I didn’t look like this! Ugh, I hate wearing contacts. They hurt my eyes.” His violet eyes sparkled. “But it was all worth it, if it utterly deceived you.”

Taehyun blinked, confused. “But, you… you’re good? You told me you were the good guy!”

Soobin sighed sympathetically. “Dear me, you’re so naive. And here I thought you were smart. Kang Taehyun, did it not strike you odd that I entered the scene at the exact moment you needed me? Did it not seem a little strange how I was coincidentally there at the same time as Beomgyu when he was lost in town? Did you not become even a little suspicious of me when it were my cakes which made you sick?”

“You did that on purpose?” Taehyun asked, shocked.

“Oh, no, no!” Soobin chuckled. “God, no. My intended target was someone different. But your interference caused a little… setback regarding your health.”

Taehyun blinked, at a loss for words. No one spoke. The two spies regarded Soobin carefully, as if he were a dangerous explosive which could kill them any second. Soobin on the other hand, looked at ease, hands behind his back as he rocked on his heels carelessly, watching them. It was almost as if he were waiting for someone to speak. Taehyun narrowed his eyes, tilting his head to the side. He was the only one who had no idea who Soobin really was, and it was frustrating him. What he did know, however, was that Soobin was now Bad™, and he needed to know how and why.

“Are purple eyes a trademark of your clan? I don’t remember any clans having purple eyes,” Taehyun finally said to break the silence.

“Indeed,” Soobin said in an amused tone. “My eyes are a trademark, which is why I had to disguise them. Your eyes, also… they too are infamous. So piercing, and striking. And when you spoke… it sounded like you knew everything in the world.” He sighed sympathetically. “What a shame that you were barely educated in the history of spies.”

Taehyun raised his dagger point. “You’ll be surprised to know that my knowledge on spies is actually not that bad, despite what you may think.”

“Oh, you’re even more adorable when you’re acting scary,” Soobin laughed. “And I assure you, if you do not know me, you do not know spies at all.”

Hueningkai twirled a crystal ball on the tip of his finger, the rugged edges catching the light of the lamps. “Quit talking. How did you get in? Why did you get in?”

Soobin turned his purple gaze to the youngest spy. “Oh, I almost forgot! Since you spoke, I now get the chance to say the ‘stupid thing about you being mixed’. How has life in Aruyeo been for you, young Kamal?” Hueningkai flushed with rage.

“I left that name behind years ago,” he said, shaking with fury. “My surname is not Kamal anymore. How dare you bring it up!”

“You left it behind, hmm? Well you didn’t do a very good job, I have to say. Isn’t it your middle name now?”

“Shut. Up,” Hueningkai seethed. His grip tightened on the glass in his hand. “I’ll ask you again. How did you get in? ”

Soobin strolled around the three, seemingly at ease. He walked a full circle around them, before coming to a stop in front of Taehyun again. A small smile played on his lips.

“Oh, with great difficulty, I assure you,” he said. “That’s quite a power you have there Kamal,” Soobin added. “Matter manipulation. Fancy.”

“ Stop. Calling. Me. Kamal. ”

Soobin ignored him. “But why am I here? Now that is a more interesting question. I suppose I am here to… merely provoke you. For you see, I have already won.”

“Stop with the cryptic messages, you asshole,” Taehyun said. “What are you talking about?”

Soobin smiled wider, clearly delighted by their ignorance. “Why, His Royal Greatness Beomgyu, of course.”

Taehyun flared up, eyes sparking at the mention of Beomgyu’s name. “If you’ve so much as harmed a hair on his head, then I swear that I will kill you,” he seethed, gripping his dagger fiercely.

“Oh my, that’s a rather bold statement,” Soobin commented amusedly. “For these past months, I have been a trusted friend and ally, but I make one wrong move and suddenly I’m receiving threats? How very odd.”

“If Yeonjun and Hueningkai don’t like you, then I don’t like you either,” Taehyun replied coldly. “I trust their judgement.”

“You trust two seasoned spies over me?” Soobin said, widening his eyes and blinking them innocently. “Me, Lord Soobin? The Lord that you have been conversing with quite closely for some time now?” He leaned forward, eyes twinkling maleficently. “You should never trust spies like them, you know,” he said in an almost confiding manner. “You never know when they may stab you in the back. Figuratively and even literally.”

Taehyun hesitated, glancing at Yeonjun. Taehyun was closed off and hesitant to trust by nature, and the Aruyeonan could only imagine the doubts running through his mind at that moment.

“Don’t listen to him,” Yeonjun said insistently. “He’s a spy too, remember? He’s a much more seasoned spy than we are. Besides, you’ve known us for longer. We’d never betray you.”

“I know,” Taehyun said, and his eyes hardened. He turned back to Soobin. “You’ll have to do a lot more than that if you want me to turn against Yeonjun and Hueningkai. I trust them with my life.”

Soobin hummed, shrugging carelessly. “I like games,” was all he said. “I like entertainment. What I say is not always a basis for a manipulative scheme, no matter what you may think. Even the smallest game is of utmost interest to me.” His eyes sparked, as if he’d remembered something. “Speaking of games, I suppose now is time to tell you about my grand scheme. The one in which your King’s life is, unfortunately, something which I have no use for.”

Now. Taehyun was not an emotional person: far from it. He knew how to handle his emotions, and to keep his cool in the face of smug Lords and vile foreigners. But Soobin managed to rub him up the wrong way, getting on his nerves and making him feel increasingly more irritated. It was strange: he was never an outwardly emotional person, but when it came to be about Beomgyu, he couldn’t control it.

Letting out an outraged yell, Taehyun threw his dagger at Soobin, blinded by momentary anger. Soobin smoothly leaned to the side, and the blade missed him completely, hitting the metal wall before clattering onto the floor.

“Well, someone cares about the king a lot,” Soobin commented amusedly. “A great deal, I would say.”

“You have no idea,” Taehyun said darkly. He drew another dagger from one of the many hidden pockets of his uniform, raising it in the air. “And you’d better explain what you mean right this second before I throw this dagger at you. This time, I definitely won’t miss.”

Soobin raised an eyebrow, as if Taehyun’s statement amused him. “A nice threat, Kang Taehyun. You certainly have a considerably intimidating glare. And to answer your question, you might want to turn to your little spy friends. They would probably know. Am I right, Yeonjunie?”

Yeonjun hissed at the mocking nickname, but it was weak. His face had grown pale.

“You fucking monster, ” he spat at Soobin. The violet-eyed male only laughed.

“Oh, no, I’m not the monster here.”

Even Hueningkai had gone white. The hand holding the explosive trembled, and he quickly tucked the ball away before it fell from his grip and smashed on the floor.

“You… Why?” Hueningkai whispered. “Why Beomgyu?”

“Oh, I’d forgotten how fond all of you were of the king,” Soobin said casually. “Whoops. And why? Because it had to be done.”

“Not to Beomgyu, it didn’t,” Hueningkai said, voice wobbling. Soobin sighed condescendingly.

“Of course to Beomgyu, you idiots,” he explained. “He’s the start of a new line. He’s weak. When they’re young, and inexperienced, it’s so much easier. That’s why it has to be Beomgyu.” No one said a word. Soobin raised an eyebrow in amusement. He strolled around the bare steel room, taking in the rusty oil lamps and shelves of explosives which took up the whole of one wall, from top to bottom. He noted the tiny greenhouse in the corner which held rare and common herbs, acknowledged the small furnace and bags of sand which were used to make glass, glanced at the lead box filled with ancient books. Soobin sauntered over to the shelves of glass bombs, delicately tracing the veins of each of the handmade crystal balls.

“If you break them, this whole room will explode or set on fire, and then everyone will know you’re here,” Hueningkai called out.

“Oh, I know,” Soobin dismissed. “As dear Yeonjunie said, I am a seasoned spy. I can recognise explosives when I see them.”

Again, Yeonjun hissed at the mockingly affectionate tone, its degrading quality jarring against his nerves.

No one spoke as Soobin leisurely walked around the room, running his finger along the dusty shelves and rolling some of the smaller marbles in his hand.

Throughout the whole time, Taehyun had been growing increasingly frustrated. He still had no clue what was going on, and it was making him more and more infuriated.

“Will someone please enlighten me as to what the hell is going on?” he exclaimed finally, frustration and irritation bursting out of him. Soobin turned his violet eyes to the vizier, and laughed aloud with delight.

“You really don’t know who I am?” he asked rhetorically. “Gosh, they truly didn’t teach you, did they?” He stalked towards Taehyun and leaned down so they were eye-to-eye, purple irises sparkling with mirth. “For all the rumours and tales of your wisdom, you really are just a clueless young boy, aren’t you?” Taehyun growled and punched Soobin in the stomach. The elder let out a small ‘oof’ and doubled over slightly, chuckling. “For a young boy, you still pack quite a punch.”

“It’ll be more than just a punch in a minute,” he snarled.

“Easy there, pet,” Soobin chuckled. When Taehyun growled again, he mockingly growled back. “You don’t even know my clan, do you?” he asked, eyes twinkling. “My, you are indeed clueless!” Before Taehyun could make some cutting statement, Soobin carried on, still smiling. “And think, my dear Kang Taehyun. Does ‘Wolfsbane’ really mean nothing to you? Think. If Wolfsbane is hard to think of, consider the flower it is the nickname for. Think Aconitum. Think bedtime stories. Think flowers. Think poisons. I’m sure if you use your brain you’ll figure it out.”

Taehyun opened his mouth to snark back, eyes fierce, but Soobin’s eyes flashed warningly. It was obvious he would only play nice for so long. Taehyun glared, closing his mouth. He cast his mind back.

“The maids told me stories about a beautiful yet deadly Queen called Aconita,” he bit out, still staring at Soobin with suspicion.

Soobin smiled. “Ah yes, Queen Aconita of the Four Kingdoms. The Queen of Poisons. An intriguing story. Sadly, Aconita was never even a person. What about flowers?”

Taehyun hesitated, beginning to actually think about what Soobin might be getting at. “Flowers… The poisonous purple-blue flower called wolfsbane, whose Latin name is Aconitum .”

The violet-eyed male chuckled. “Now we’re getting somewhere. They're the reason I make flowers for a living, by the way. It's almost like a homage to my spy name, Wolfsbane. Now, what about poisons?”

“Um, poisons… there’s this one poison named after the wolfsbane flower, Aconitum, which Hueningkai thought I’d had when I’d been sick.”

Soobin nodded amusedly. “Yes, but what about ‘wolfsbane’?” When Taehyun looked unsure, he turned to Hueningkai. “Would you care to help Taehyun out?”

“The potion ‘Wolfbairn’, which renders people insane, is of most similar spelling to wolfsbane. Wolfbairn is an extremely old potion which has gradually stopped being used overtime, since the effects of the potion only drive the person into insanity, rather than kill them. People have had no use of an insanity potion, so its uses have eventually died out.” Hueningkai spoke quietly, as if the words were being forced out of him. Even now, while sharing information he did not want to say, Hueningkai still spoke about everything he knew. It was almost like an instinct: ingrained into him from such a young age. “It is often described as having… werewolf fever,” Hueningkai said, still rather pale. “And they call it werewolf fever because it’s similar to the state of insanity werewolves go into just before the full moon.”

“Very good,” Soobin said. “And now Taehyun, does ‘Jeju Choi clan’ ring any bells to you? Specifically, alarm bells?”

Taehyun paused. “They– they refused to teach us about that clan,” he said. “I even looked, but no records held any mention of the clan, so I assumed they died out.”

“We have almost died out,” Soobin sighed regretfully. “As of now, it is just myself and my sister left. And the reason why you could never find anything about my clan is because I took it out.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled ball of parchment. He tossed it to Taehyun, who caught it in one hand. Taehyun unfurled the ball to find the parchments were all ripped-out pages of textbooks.

“These… these are all pages from the books the scholars use to teach us about clans,” Taehyun said, confused.

“Indeed they are,” Soobin said, folding his arms casually. “I had to take them from Beomgyu’s cottage, you know. For some reason he had the books at his house, and I needed to take these pages out before he found them.”

Taehyun glared at him. “You broke into Beomgyu’s house?”

Soobin gave a lazy chuckle. “This was after he’d been crowned. Don’t worry.” Taehyun continued to glare at him, before Soobin gestured to the pages. “Go on, read them.”

Taehyun hissed angrily, before turning his attention back to the textbook pages in his hands. His eyes widened as he scanned through the pages. “Your clan is so old… you have two abilities?”

“My sister, rather,” Soobin said. “Only a rare few have both. Most have one or the other. Mine is to curse.”

“You… you curse people?” Taehyun said, eyes wide.

Soobin almost laughed at Taehyun’s dumbfounded expression. “Dear me, you really are adorable. Yes, Taehyun, I do.”

“How so?”

“Well…” Soobin shrugged carelessly. “I make people unlike themselves. Turn them angry when they should be happy, or insane when they should be sane.”

“So was it you who turned the public so suddenly against Beomgyu when he announced the alliance?” Taehyun demanded, eyes turning fierce. He threw the papers at Soobin’s feet, the crumpled-up ball rolling pitifully. “Do you know how many days Beomgyu hid himself away after that? Do you know how guilty he felt?”

This time, Soobin really did let out an amused laugh. “Taehyun, dear, do you know what a curse is? It is something of supernatural power which is used with the intent of harming or punishing something.” He paused. “Well, if I put it that way, it does sound like I cursed the people, but I did not! I simply… convinced another Lord to do it in my stead.”

“Ah, so Lord Namjae’s son must be the spell-caster,” Taehyun said, scrunching his nose in disgust. “So when he said, ‘It was Lord Soobin’s idea’, he really meant it.”

Soobin laughed again, violet eyes sparkling with malevolent mirth. “My, you have a good memory! Indeed, it was my idea. I even suggested the explosives in the chandeliers. I held the triggers in my hand, you know. That Lord really did trust me.”

“I don’t know why anyone would trust you,” Taehyun said, glaring. “Did you have everything planned out? Did you orchestrate everything from that day?”

“Oh, way before that.” Soobin grinned maliciously. “Whose father do you think came up with this plan? Whose sister do you think holds a considerable amount of power in Aruyeo, and ordered the sending out of ambassadors to Gojongja? Who do you think talked to Beomgyu in an abandoned hallway under the guise of an apology? And…” He bent down in front of Taehyun, until they were practically nose-to-nose. “Who do you think cursed the King?”

Taehyun gave an outraged cry, punching Soobin across the jaw. Soobin’s head jerked back, and he clutched the side of his face, chuckling.

“I’m going to fucking kill you!” he yelled, launching himself at the taller male. Hueningkai and Yeonjun quickly grabbed his arms to stop him from punching Soobin again, holding the furious vizier back. “Hueningkai– Yeonjun– let me go!”

“Taehyun, no, he could literally curse you in the blink of an eye,” Yeonjun hissed as Taehyun continued to struggle.

Soobin had taken a step back, rubbing at the reddening spot on his jawline with an amused smile still on his face. “Yeonjun’s right, Taehyun dear,” he said. “Besides, you need me to tell you what’s going to happen to Beomgyu.”

Taehyun snarled, but stopped resisting and let the two Aruyeonan spies pull him back. “Go on then,” he spat. “What’s your plan? What do you want? Tell me.”

Soobin grinned. “Not with that attitude I won’t. Here, sit down.” He gestured to the velvet carpet. Taehyun scrunched up his nose, crossing his arms defiantly.

“Just hurry up and fucking say it.”

“Hmm, should I?” Soobin mused. He folded his hands behind his back, and began to walk around the room again. He inspected his reflection in one of the larger marbles, sighing. “Oh, that’s annoying. I will most definitely have a bruise on my cheek tomorrow.”

By this time, all three of them were glaring daggers at the famous spy. Soobin looked back at them, raising an eyebrow. He chuckled again, walking back up to them.

“Let me tell you, then. The Jeju Choi clan dates back several hundred thousand years. Though we are not as old as some clans, we are old enough to be known for two abilities. However, one person can only ever have one ability. Though some rare ones, like my sister, have two.”

“I didn’t want to know your clan’s history,” Taehyun interrupted. “What’s your plan?”

Soobin tsked. “Patience is a virtue, dear vizier. Be patient.”

Taehyun bared his teeth. “Fine. I’ll entertain you. What does your sister do?”

Soobin paused, before chuckling. “Well, I suppose there is no harm in telling you. Even if you did figure it out, it would be too late.” He leaned forward, eyes sparkling with mirth. “Her abilities are to curse and to transform. She can transform herself into any shape or person she likes.” Taehyun frowned, about to speak again, but Soobin was already moving on.

Soobin folded his hands together, nudging his foot against the ball of papers on the floor. “These papers will tell you all about the history of our clan in relation to royal families. Over the centuries, we have accumulated a vast amount of wealth from our times in court, all of which my sister and I now own. Which is a lot, I assure you–” he spread his arms, revealing the several silver rings adorning his long fingers– “as you can see. My sister is busy gaining more wealth, and I’m here to complete the most important part of the plan.”

“What’s your plan, then?” Taehyun scoffed. “World domination?”

Soobin’s eyes flashed. “Domination over all the Four Kingdoms.” He leaned forward, violet eyes practically glowing in determination. “Do you know? Each of the crowns hold power. The reason the Four Kingdoms work in harmony is because each Kingdom has their own power. However, being the oldest and most successful, the Gojongja crown is more powerful, which is why its monarch remains at a higher position than the monarchs of the other Kingdoms.” He gave a grin. “If one person were to potentially gain access to all of these crowns… well, they’d be invincible.”

“Well, you’ll never be able to take the Gojongja crown,” Taehyun said, crossing his arms. “You need someone of royal blood to crown you, and you need to be of royal blood yourself to be able to be crowned.”

Soobin stared at him, before laughing. “Dear, Taehyun, please read through your facts before you start to try and find holes in my plan.” The smile dropped from his face, and his eyes flashed maliciously. “I am of royal blood, idiot,” he said. “Why do you think I was only a rank below Beomgyu, in court? My ancestor was the son of one of Gojongja’s Kings.”

Soobin gave a dramatic sigh, staring into the distance. “My clan used to be a favourite in court. We were favourites in all of the courts, once. But then Gojongja turned on us, calling us witches because they thought we had cursed the late King.” Soobin paused, giving a chuckle. “We had cursed him, but that was not the point. We were banished from Gojongja after that. Even the King – my ancestor – was murdered by the citizens, simply for being one of us. But even with this banishment in place, we managed to live in Gojongja still, patiently waiting to strike back.”

“Let me guess, you were resentful for having been banished and vowed to take over everyone?” Taehyun snarked, raising an eyebrow, unimpressed. “That’s a shit reason, by the way.”

Soobin chuckled to himself. “Why, you…” He suddenly leaned downwards, until he was nose-to-nose with the vizier, who didn’t even flinch. His face was hard and cold, completely unlike the smiley, warm Soobin that Taehyun had once thought him to be.

“Look down on my family again and I may have to get rid of you,” Soobin said in a low, dangerous voice. “You’re of no use to me. The only reason you’re still alive is because I want to see you be destroyed as Beomgyu is taken away from you.” He leaned closer, cold breath tickling Taehyun’s ear. “Imagine how much fun that would be, hm? He’ll crumble away, slowly forgetting who you are, and you’ll be powerless to do anything about it. And it won’t matter to me, at all. It’s just one little game within this grand scheme of mine. You’ll be insignificant. To me, and to Beomgyu.”

Taehyun flinched, breathing in sharply. Soobin smiled darkly, leaning away. Yeonjun and Hueningkai looked at him worriedly, neither of them having heard what Soobin said. Judging by Taehyun’s shaken expression, however, they knew it was something bad. Hueningkai reached out to Taehyun, concerned, but the vizier brushed off his hand.

“I’m fine,” he said quietly. “I’m fine.”

Yeonjun glanced at Taehyun, still slightly worried, before glaring at the elder spy.

“Why Gojongja first? Why didn’t you go after one of the smaller Kingdoms, like the Barumin Kingdom or Yeojing Kingdom? Those would have been easier. Why come to Gojongja first?” Yeonjun demanded.

Soobin stared at him for a few moments, eyes twinkling maliciously. “Wow,” he said, in disbelief. “You truly didn’t know?” He laughed to himself. “You're a spy for Aruyeo, but you didn’t notice what happened in…” he trailed off, waving a hand. “Oh, nevermind, nevermind. You don’t need to know.”

“What? What happened in where?” Yeonjun said, narrowing his eyes.

“Oh, it doesn’t matter. You’ll find out later. And to answer your question, Gojongja is the largest, most powerful Kingdom. If I can take this Kingdom, it’ll be a breeze with the others.”

“What about Aruyeo, then? They’re almost as powerful as Gojongja.”

Soobin grinned, violet eyes triumphant and mocking. “What about Aruyeo indeed. I wonder how I would have been able to take over such a Kingdom all by myself. Unless, of course, I had help.” His eyes flashed. “It would be difficult, unless I could transform their mindset.”

Yeonjun narrowed his eyes further. Suddenly he gasped.

Soobin leaned back, pleased. “So you finally understood.”

“You! I can’t believe you– argh!” Yeonjun jabbed his finger in Soobin’s direction angrily, before running his hand through his hair.

"Don't worry. When you and Hueningkai were recruited, it was under good intentions," Soobin said, smiling maliciously. "It's only after your recruitment that things... transformed."

Yeonjun growled, stalking up to Soobin. Though he didn't quite meet Soobin's height, his rage made up for those few last inches. "I swear, I will fucking kill you."

Soobin just gave him a dimpled smile, unruffled by the Aruyeonan's close proximity. “Please try to calm down, Junie. I’m just getting to the best part.” Soobin grinned, violet eyes flashing in the light of the oil lamps. “This is the part where I tell you what my curse is going to do to Beomgyu.”

Yeonjun glared at him, muttering a string of curses under his breath, but stepped away from Soobin.

“Ah, you’re right. Say it, before I cut your leg off,” Taehyun glared, spinning his dagger in his hand.

Soobin ignored him, eyes crinkling. “But if I think about it, I’m not the only one who knows what will happen. Yeonjun here knows what curse I’m talking about, as does Hueningkai. Which brings about the question: should I explain it to you myself? Or…” He tapped a slender finger against his chin, eyes alight with cruel mirth. “Or am I evil enough to make one of the spies say it? How about you, Hueningkai? You’re fond of the King, aren’t you? It would most likely break some part of you to have to detail Beomgyu’s demise.”

At that, Hueningkai looked up at him, gaze sharp. “Don’t you dare make me. If you do, I swear...” He showed Soobin a small glass marble. “This will just kill you, and not any of us. You don’t want to die, do you?”

“Alright, alright, I won’t,” Soobin chuckled. “It’ll sound more dramatic if I tell you, anyway.”

He leaned down in a confidential manner. He paused, and leaned back teasingly. “Hang on, should I tell you or should I not?”

Taehyun’s hand tightened around his dagger, and thorny vines began to appear on the metal floor around Soobin’s feet, growing and snaking up around him, threatening to strike. “Fucking say it before I have to force you to,” he snapped. “And I will force you, you know.” The thorns on the vines thickened, becoming more gnarled and vicious. A threat.

Soobin smirked amusedly. “Fine, I will. Put away your thorns, Jeo.”

Taehyun barely flinched from the use of his surname. “Hurry up with it then, Choi.”

“Alright, calm down. I’m getting to it.” His eyes sparkled, clearly delighted with how irritated Taehyun was getting. He leaned forward again, and Taehyun almost instinctively leaned towards him.

Soobin paused, smiling. “You really want to know, don’t you?”

Taehyun gritted his teeth. “Get on with it.”

“As you wish. There have only been five known cases of this curse throughout the whole of the Four Kingdoms’ history. There’s no official name for it, so most people call it the ‘Beast Curse’, because, well, I’ll get to that later.” Soobin grinned as Taehyun snarled at him again. “Once the curse fully takes place, he will rapidly lose his strength. The symptoms can often be misdiagnosed as Aconitum – which is partly why I took up the name Wolfsbane, by the way – and this misdiagnosis can become fatal for the person. But the one thing which differentiates the original symptoms from Aconitum are his feral days.”

Soobin leaned back, folding his arms. Taehyun almost punched him again, thinking the spy was done speaking, but Soobin continued to talk, this time addressing the Aruyeonans.

“You all know what happens next, don’t you? Would anyone else like to take over the storytelling?”

Yeonjun was white in the face, but he still spat at Soobin viciously. “You already said you’re going to say it,” he said, glaring. “So go ahead and fucking say it. Stop stalling.”

Soobin grinned. “Very well.” Then, the tone of his voice changed, becoming more sinister as his smug grin darkened into something scarier.

“From this point onwards, he’ll become weaker, at an even faster rate than he is right now. He’ll barely be able to speak. There will be no wild outbreaks, but he’ll become so weak he can do nothing but lie down. Breathing can even become difficult for him. This will go on for a few days, and then…” Soobin gave a grin, dimples doing little to soften the malicious edges of his smile. “There’s a reason this is called the Beast Curse. One day, he’ll change. You all know the unexplained monster which is always present in the tales of the Four Kingdoms’ histories, right? That’s the product of our curse. He’ll become that monster. He’ll slowly become insane, losing all parts of himself, until he’s just a beast: a crazy, destructive monster who you can’t stop. And then, his own people kill him. With you, Taehyun, at the head, giving out this order.”

Taehyun didn’t get angry easily, nor did he get scared easily. But what Soobin said made him the most terrified he’d ever felt. He stared at the spy, eyes wide, as Soobin leaned back, grinning maliciously.

“You…” It was only a single word, but his voice shook.

“After that, you’ll be too broken to do anything. Yeonjun and Hueningkai will be killed by my sister, and I can take over Gojongja. Then…” Soobin shrugged, looking smug. “Yeojing and Barumin will be a breeze.”

Yeonjun cracked his whip angrily. “There’s no way in hell that Hueningkai and I are going to be killed by your stupid sister,” he hissed. “We’ll kill her first.”

Soobin stared at him, eyebrow raised, before slowly bending down in front of Yeonjun, their noses inches apart. “Talk like that about my sister and I might kill you right this second,” he hissed. “No one talks about my sister like that.”

Yeonjun, undeterred, raised an eyebrow. “Ooh, looks like I hit a nerve there. You must care about your sister a lot.”

Soobin rolled his eyes, leaning away. “I could say the same thing about you. You care about your brother a lot, don’t you? You wouldn’t want something to happen to your poor brother, would you?”

In a flash, he was lunging for Hueningkai, but the younger managed to spin out of the way, pinning Soobin against the wall, arm on his throat.

“I can fend for myself,” Hueningkai glared. “And try to threaten my brother like that again and I might kill you right this second.”

Soobin stared at him, before laughing. “Alright, alright. I yield. For now.”

Hueningkai slowly released Soobin, still glaring at him.

“You might want to start saying your goodbyes to Beomgyu, you know, instead of messing around threatening me,” Soobin said, rubbing his neck. “He doesn’t have a lot of time before he turns. And what’s up with you lot harassing me? Along with a bruised jaw, I’ll most likely have marks on my collarbone too.”

“Shut the fuck up, you deserve it,” Yeonjun said.

“Whatever you say,” Soobin grinned. “But I’m going to go now.”

“What? You’re leaving?” Yeonjun scoffed. “Why did you come for a chit-chat if you’re going to leave not even an hour later?”

Soobin smirked, stepping into the shadows. His eyes sparkled bright purple. “Why, to waste more of your time! Your king now has less than five days left!” he called gleefully. “And time is precious, you know!”

Yeonjun let out a yell. “Come back here, you son of a–” he rushed towards the darkened corner, trying to find Soobin and drag him back. But he was only met with an empty wall, the infuriating purple gaze and mocking silvery voice having already disappeared with their owner. Nevertheless, he punched the wall angrily, still muttering curses.

“Yeonjun, just stop,” Hueningkai sighed. “He’ll only show himself if he wants to.”

“That prick,” Yeonjun snarled. “He’s been deceiving us this whole fucking time. I can’t believe he was Wolfsbane.”

“I know right? I– wait Taehyun, are you okay?”

Taehyun had collapsed onto his knees, feeling too weak to stand any longer. Hueningkai rushed over to him, shaking his shoulders. Taehyun moved with the action limply, eyes glazed with fear. He had gone pale, and was shaking.

“Beomgyu…” he whispered, voice thin and wobbly. A tear spilled from the corner of his eye. “Beomgyu…”

It was only a single tear, but Hueningkai’s eyes widened. The Taehyun he knew was calm, and the Taehyun he knew was collected: but this Taehyun was crying. This Taehyun looked so scared and vulnerable that Hueningkai felt like crying himself.

Yeonjun also came up to them, putting his arm around Taehyun. “It’s okay, Taehyun,” he said softly. “It’s okay. It’ll be okay.”

Hueningkai nodded, handing Taehyun a handkerchief. “Things will be okay. They will.”

Taehyun smiled shakily, and the Aruyeonans smiled back.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Things will be okay.”

All of them knew that things would not be okay, but no one wanted to admit it out loud.

“You’re okay, Taehyun, right?” Hueningkai asked, concerned.

Taehyun looked up and nodded weakly, smiling a weak smile. The smile on Taehyun’s face worried Hueningkai, because it spoke volumes about how decidedly not okay Taehyun was, but he decided not to push, talking to Yeonjun instead so that Taehyun could gather himself.

“Hey Yeonjun, why were you so mad at Soobin’s sister?”

“Oh, that.” Yeonjun sighed, clenching his fists. “Just thinking about it makes me so mad. Soobin’s sister is impersonating Queen Erajin.”

Hueningkai gaped at Yeonjun. “What?”

“Yeah. That’s why Soobin was going on and on about ‘transforming’, because his sister has transformed into Queen Erajin.”

Hueningkai blinked, mouth hanging open. “Wow. I can’t believe it.” He paused, furrowing his brows. “Actually, I can. That’s why your missions became weirder and weirder.”

“Yeah. I thought it was weird why she made me burn half of Barumin’s crops last year.”

Hueningkai blinked thoughtfully, arm still around Taehyun. Taehyun stared blankly at the floor, leaning against Hueningkai. When the spy began to jostle around, gesturing with his arms as he spoke, Taehyun’s body also moved with the action, the vizier’s expression blank and listless.

“But they can’t have killed Queen Erajin, could they?” Hueningkai asked. “That would have been too suspicious. They have to be keeping her captive somewhere. I don’t know much about the transforming ability, but the thing you are impersonating needs to be nearby, or at least alive, right? So if Soobin’s sister is simply dethroned, Queen Erajin can come back, can’t she?” Hueningkai’s eyes widened as he realised what he just said. Yeonjun stared back, eyes equally as wide.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Hueningkai said.

“I think I am,” Yeonjun said, grinning.

Hueningkai grinned back, and stood up onto his feet. With the sudden loss of his support, Taehyun almost fell onto his face, and Hueningkai quickly crouched back down before the vizier fell over. “Oh, Taehyun, sorry. Here.” He offered his hand to Taehyun, and was surprised when the vizier actually took it.

Once Taehyun was on his feet, Hueningkai placed his hands on his shoulders, trying to bring Taehyun back to the present. “Hey, Taehyun, do you think you’ll be okay getting back to your room yourself?”

“Hmm?” With some difficulty, Taehyun’s gaze focused on Hueningkai, and he nodded slowly. “Yeah. I’ll be fine.”

“That’s good. Yeonjun and I need to plan something so we can’t take you back to your room, if that’s okay.”

Taehyun gave a smile, properly engaged in the conversation now. “I’ll be fine,” he said, even though he still looked rather pale. “But what are you planning?”

“We’re going to get back our Kingdom,” Yeonjun said cryptically. “You’ll be fine, right?” he checked.

“Yeah, I will. You go on then.”

Hueningkai nodded, and followed Yeonjun out of the chamber’s door. Taehyun stood there in the middle of the room for a moment longer, staring at the steel wall opposite him.

Hueningkai popped his head into the chamber, tilting his head. “Taehyun? You coming?”

Taehyun snapped out of his trance, brushing away his tears. “Yeah, I’m coming. I’m coming.”

He stared down at his hands, with their barely healed scratches, before walking out of the room.

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9 ~ Revelations Revealed

Hey guys. I can’t believe how many notes I have on My Cardigan Story. It's truly amazing and I love you guys so much thank you. I hope you’ll enjoy today's chapter, and I hope you’ll understand some points I make and whether or not you like it is completely up to you.

I’m going to Headcanons that the Kwami’s can’t see what their holders do once they transform, however, I do think some of their personality does get passed onto them when they do transform. Marinette becomes confident and strong like Tikki, Chat Noir is playful and funny like Plagg, I always thought they matched once they transformed.

Word Count: 3249

Also, how would people feel about having 3 in 1 fics? So, I’ll put 3 fic stories in one post, that way there's more content to enjoy, around the same length as the others and it may but just a little bit of filler so you can enjoy more interactions. They may seem less important so I think the 3 in 1 fics will be canon but not as relevant, if an idea has it's on fic, it's important/I wanted to expand on it.

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“Marinette how could you?” Uggh this again? Could they not give it a rest? This was the same routine Marinette had been living by before Chloé and Rosina entered the picture. It didn’t matter what she did, Lila would be persistent about making the class hate her, even though she had accomplished it she still wanted that hatred to be directed towards someone.

She just so happened to be that someone.

If she said the truth, she was of course lying.

If she denied, she was lying.

If she did anything, she was lying.

And god was she sick of it. Couldn’t they see Lila was just spinning so many tales to grab their attention it was unbelievable?

But she couldn’t do anything else.

Because it still hurt so much.

And she couldn’t tell anyone.

“I didn’t do that, she’s lying.” But of course, they all rolled their eyes at her. Lila was ‘hysterically sobbing’ into the arms of Mylène, they never saw the smirk the brunette gave her.

And they just believed her. With no evidence to back it up.

Man did it make her mad.

She also didn’t miss the disappointed look Adrien had given her, but she was quickly able to go back to her friends and act as if nothing had happened.

Because she had to.

If she continued being angry, then she would get Akumatized.

The day she was nearly expelled was close enough, she could never let something like that happen.

So, she thought the best option was to bottle everything inside.

But she remembered how it all came crashing down on her when Rosina let her enter that Trinklet world. She knew it was bad when she had cried for a long time, she didn’t know how long due to the no time concept, but it must’ve been awhile.

And yet she still bottled everything in. How else was she meant to deal with it?

“Maaaaaaaari? Are you ok there? You’ve been spacing out?” A hand was waved in front of her face as she blinked out of her stupor.

“I’m fine, I’ve just had a lot on my mind, I’m fine really, hahaha” She was trying to play it off as cool and hoped the other two wouldn’t notice.

“You really need to learn how to relax Marinette. I’ll plan a spa day for us all” Marinette had to stop the blonde from pressing anything.

“Nonono, Chloé really it's fine, I’m almost done anyway” She laughed nervously. And it played out like the day usually did.

The day ended and they went home, she ignored that feeling of eyes upon her as Rosina bounced along beside her.

She ignored the feeling of eyes upon her as she was nearing her house with Rosina looking around.

She ignored the cold hard stare in front of her as she bumped into Rosina who had halted midstep… And stopped bouncing.

“Rosina? What's wrong, is everything-”

“Aunty!” Rosina leapt and hugged the tiny woman in front of her.

“Amoretto! Cease this public display of affection!”

Whack

“Sorry, but I haven’t seen you for so long. And I have so much to tell you. Marinette’s been great, she’s my first ever friend here, and I’ve made other friends as well and-” Franchezca put her arm up to stop the young girl from retelling her everything the girl deemed necessary.

“That’s all very good, however, there are some important matters I have to dish out. To Miss Dupain-Cheng. Alone” the girls widened their eyes.

That did not seem good.

“Wha-What? Why?”

“We can discuss that privately, now let’s get going… You’ll soon learn that I can be a very impatient person” She slowly walked out and before Marinette could even process what was happening she felt as if she was being pushed.

“Whoa whoa whoa, Rosina stop pushing I’m gonna-”

She fell.

“I’m so sorry Mari. It's just that, it must be really urgent if Aunty wants to talk to you” As much as Marinette wanted to deny seeing her, she was vaguely curious.

“But, why not bring you along? You haven’t seen her in weeks” The redhead shrugged.

“I don’t mind, she’s always like this, but you better get going. She really hates waiting” Marinette nodded before running off, knowing Rosina would make an excuse to her parents.

She didn’t know why the former Ladybug holder wanted to have a word with her, but she did grow with slight nervousness with each passing moment.

“Finally you made it, next time I ask to meet you, it should be quicker” Marinette huffed before glaring. She was talking to her niece, why was she so grumpy anyway?

Before she could ask, a light was forming around the older woman. She was shocked, that was the same thing Rosina had! They both had one?

“Ladybug! Hurry up and come hither” She stepped inside this light and disappeared.

“Don’t say that so loud!” She followed before disappearing as well, luckily no audience was watching them.

***

“Where are we?” This was not like Rosina’s Trinklet. Hers was a lot more peaceful and fuller of nature. This had tons of doors on either side of them when looking around it seemed very narrow, like a never-ending office. But it seemed that Hernandez knew where she was going, heading towards a certain red door.

She opened the door and the blue-haired girl walked in.

“What is this place?” Looking around all the girl saw was darkness, except for a large white light in the middle of the room.

“We’re going to take a trip down memory lane. Now look deep into it” Franchezca commanded. Marinette rolled her eyes at this order but proceeded, she really wished she wasn’t going to be treated like this, but she looked deep into the light, ready for whatever she was about to face.

She didn’t expect to see Alya of all people.

“He cannot be allowed to hear that message Alya, if he does I’ll die of shame” This was the past, how was that possible?

“Okay okay, I got an idea. If Adrien’s phone went to voicemail it means the dudes busy, which also means you can get to it before he does” Back when they were friends. This was the day Theo made that statue of Ladybug and Chat Noir.

The past Marinette excitedly ran and pulled down the traced schedule of Adrien’s life went into…

It flashed from event to event, from stealing Adrien’s phone to abandoning Paris, being rude to André and planning to gate-crash Kagami’s chance of being near Adrien. Once she had lost all her friends to Lila, she was able to recognise that this behaviour was unacceptable and extremely creepy, she regretted it as she realised her jealousy got the better of her when it came to Adrien. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if meeting Rosina a year ago would let her be sane, her being so close to Adrien and all, would she have blown up at her? She didn’t want to think about it anymore, that was the past and she was living in the present. Sure, she was younger, but that wasn’t an excuse for her behaviour. At least she was learning as she swore, she would never do it again.

“These are the mistakes you have made Ladybug. And you need to recognise everything you’ve done from past to present. You need to understand your actions aren’t always right.” A red dot immediately zoomed out and came into view of Franchezca’s face.

“Marinette may have made some mistakes in the past but she’s acknowledged them and became better and! -” A hand shushed her before she could continue.

“I’m not finished yet, bug. And do not interrupt me again” They glared before Tikki reluctantly flew back to the blue-haired girl.

She muttered a sorry before flying back into the girl's purse.

“You’ve continued this even, you stole the boy's phone, read other letters, rude to people when you were upset-”

“Hey so are you!”

“I have a reason.”

“You don’t treat the Chat Noir as your partner, more like a sidekick, although that I can’t reprehend you on that, all Chat Noir’s are sidekicks, a Ladybug holder has more power than Chat Noir.” Marinette would’ve interrupted but she was silenced by yet another glare.

“All of your past mistakes are there, written in black and white, are here for you to see”

“But I’ve changed since then, I’m not friends with any of them, I even learnt to forgive my bully. I have new friends that I can trust not let me do that anymore. Your Niece helped me a lot Mlle Hernandez, and I thank her a lot, so I don’t understand what I need to do?!” She didn’t mean to raise her voice, but she was really struggling to comprehend the solution, if there was any solution in fact.

“You still keep all of that anger and regret inside of you” Marinette widened her eyes. She… Does?

“I don’t blame you for not recognising the symptoms, or anyone else for not noticing. You put on a mask to make sure you don’t seem hurt, but you are. And that negative emotion is going to eat you up until either you explode or an Akuma gets a hold of you. And I seriously doubt you’d want that to happen.” She nodded, still trying to process the new information handed to her.

“And you need to let that go”

“Huh?”

“Do you want to end up cold and bitter, like me? You are young, still young, you children make stupid decisions all the time, because it’s a part of life, and first-hand experience is the best way to learn. It's up to you if you want to forgive or forget, but don’t harbour any negative emotions towards your past. So, let it go”

“Why are you giving me this advice? Don’t you hate me?” Marinette retaliated.

“What reason would I specifically hate a 14-year-old girl? I hate everyone equally so don’t flatter yourself. Even if I still don’t agree you should be Ladybug, you also shouldn’t burden yourself and ask for help once in a while, you don’t need to only rely on yourself. This is meant in and out of battle, so remember that you aren’t alone, you have your sidekick after all”

So, she just wanted to help? That seemed completely out of character for someone like her, but Marinette guessed that since she didn’t know her like Rosina, it wouldn’t be fair to make that judgement.

Plus, it was true, even if Marinette didn’t want to admit it. She was still taking her time with asking for help from others, normally she would gladly take on all the work whenever her friends asked for anything, or she would offer to make banners for Alix whenever she had a race, or help out in the art room whenever she was free, and she only noticed how unhealthy that was, she was desperately clinging onto her friends now since she didn’t want to be abandoned again.

Maybe she did need some help?

“Thank you, Mlle Hernandez, I get it now. I’ll learn to let my anger go and focus on my future” The older woman was about to respond but Marinette beat her to it, she smirked inwardly as well.

“But I’m also determined to prove to you that I am a good Ladybug, even if you don’t think so. Maybe not now, but I swear in the future I will prove you wrong, and I won’t fail Paris. With my friends, we will defend Paris and defeat Hawkmoth”

Ding

Franchezca felt something, or technically saw something, a silhouette of Rosina behind her, smiling like she always would be.

She grinned, that determination was contagious, she knew that feeling all too well.

“Very well, Ladybug. Prove me wrong, but prove yourself right before that” She turned on her heel as Marinette and Tikki hugged another.

“That was awesome Marinette, you were so confident”

“Thanks, Tikki. It may have been tough, but she just wanted me to understand I guess” They would’ve continued if not hearing a voice.

“Well, Ladybug? If you want to prove to me that you’re serious then we need to get you out of that ridiculous level 1 costume, it’s a disgrace to all fashion designers. Kwami, have you really not informed you're chosen of the levels?” Tikki shot out again, she was still angry with Franchezca with that comment about Chat Noir.

“You know as well as I do that there are too many power-ups to explain all at once. We still have so much to clarify, I didn’t want to overwhelm her.”

“…What?”

Something told Marinette she would be staying here for a loooong time.

***

There was a lot to discuss yesterday.

And the cold hard truth was exactly that, cold, hard, and straight to the point. It may not be exactly what the blue-eyed girl wanted to hear, but she was glad to hear it now than later, in the midst of battle.

If R-

“Marinette!”

Uggh, here we go again.

“Yes?” It was coming. Any minute now.

“Care to explain why you sent horrible texts to Lila yesterday, especially after we confronted you, if this is because we found out your true colours then say it to us don’t be mean to Lila!” God damn, they were so ignorant of everything, she just wanted to-

Wait. This is exactly the same routine, and yes, she couldn’t stand it, but it was her life.

And she was going to change that routine.

“Fine…”

“How da- wait, what?” Even Lila seemed surprised, she was normally meant to fight and prove her innocence, not cave over immediately. What happened?

“I said fine, I promise not to text Lila, even though I don’t have her phone number, ever again. And I don’t know why she keeps bringing me up in conversation. But you can go back and forget about me and I’ll promise never to talk to her or text her ever. I really don’t care, I have plans with my friends anyway. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom. But seriously, just please tell her not to drag me into her fallouts, I don’t care about any of that stuff.” She wanted to laugh but had to hold it in as she passed them all and walked straight into the restroom. Once she sat in a cubicle the red Kwami flew out of her purse.

“That was great Marinette. Franchezca’s advice really helped.”

“Mhmm, yeah I guess she really was right. After I let go, I feel calmer and happier, plus I have more free time now, unless an Akuma comes obviously, but, I sorta feel… Better”

“That’s wonderful Mari-” They heard the door open so Tikki covered her mouth and whizzed back inside Marinette’s purse.

Marinette was unsure who it would be, but for all she knew it might be someone completely random, or someone she didn’t know.

There was no way to- it was Lila.

Marinette would’ve glared but soon remembered to let it go, huh that reminded her of Frozen, maybe she should watch that with Rosina some tim-

“You seem different, finally grew a backbone?” She instigated.

‘Just ignore her Marinette, she isn’t worth your time anymore’ She continued washing her hands, not daring to look in the mirror to see those green devilish eyes at all.

“It doesn’t matter, I swear I will make sure your empire will crumble, I can be very persuasive-”

“That’s nice” That slipped out, but she wasn’t really paying all that much attention anyway. She wanted to get back to her friends. Chloé still booked that spa day, and even though she was against the idea at first, she was excited to see what that would entail.

“-And your new friends will leave you”

Crack

Marinette should’ve ignored it. She knew Lila was just trying to get under her skin. But it was so hard, and this was only the first day.

“Aww, Mari~” The brunette mocked, using the same tone Rosina would use.

“I’m sure they are nice people, but I can be nicer, and they will leave you. Don’t take it too harshly I’m just stating facts”

“Stop”

“What? Sorry didn’t hear you, does the little mouse finally talk?” Lila laughed whipping her hair, about to make an exit.

“I don’t care”

That stopped Lila.

“You don’t care about your friends, oh my looks like you’ve been lying this entire time”

“Stop, just please stop, I don’t care anymore just stay with your other friends, will you? I don’t care that you’re lying, I don’t even care that Adrien knows. Just leave me alone will you? You’re so annoying.” And she walked off, she needed to chill and have some time pass before going to find Rosina and Chloé.

Maybe she could ask Rosina to take her to that opposite world again? She wondered if she could research some relaxation techniques to use, maybe some meditation?

She was sure to write everything down, that would surely calm her.

She didn’t care about the look a pair of green eyes were giving her.

She was starting to become happier. A sudden weight was lifted off her shoulders.

Besides, she had a meeting with Chat and Crisono later that day.

***

“Where is she? Ohh Bugaboo? Where are you?” The message Chat received didn’t scream urgency, but he couldn’t help but feel he had been duped into coming here as a prank.

“Chat quit it with the names already” He heard her voice before he heard her feet land on the ground, strange, he should’ve heard her the other way around.

She was getting better at sneaking up on people.

“Aww, but you know you love my names secretly buga-” He paused.

No longer was he staring at a pigtailed heroine that had captured his heart, no, he was staring at a new Ladybug.

It was the same Ladybug, of course, the voice matched, and he knew she wouldn’t just quit out of nowhere.

But it was different, she was different. Her outfit had changed a lot, she had black gloves and boots with red spots, and an overall that seemed to be covering her bodysuit, and her hair, it was no longer tied up, but down, two pieces of hair tied up.

“Ladybug, you- you’ve… You changed outfits? How? You look even more amazing” She blushed, ahh a sign from the heavens, be still his beating heart, he couldn’t contain his excitement. What made her want to change outfits he wondered?

“Thanks for noticing Kitty, I found out an awful lot about the Miraculous’ yesterday.” Chat slightly narrowed his eyes, here we go again, another secret he can’t be apart off, he should’ve guessed.

“And there's something I need to tell you. But you can’t tell Crisono. She’ll be here any minute now and I’d prefer if she didn’t overhear.”

“What is it?” He would just have to hope she’ll tell him later; they were partners after all. Besides, Crisono was his friend, he had to make sure it was something alright, but by the way his Lady was looking, it didn’t seem to be too pleasant.

She took a deep breath. And he could still remember how everything fell silent.

“The Miraculous cure doesn’t work on Crisono, if she dies, she dies”

***

Huh, this became more of a life lesson than saltiness. Although I still stand by Franchezca, children make stupid mistakes and decisions all the time, and even if I do simply love all ML Salt, I know it's exaggerated and fanon, and that’s alright, we’re able to take a fictional show and write how we interpret it ourselves, because it's not real, and that’s alright, it's real to us and that can be enough. Although I should clarify that this isn’t taking the higher ground, at least I don’t think so, just that Marinette is choosing to forget about them and live her own life, while they choose to either dwell on unimportant matters. Marinette wants to be happy, and if that means choosing to cut her old friends off then so be it. Hope that makes sense.

(Sorry turned sappy there) Anyway I hope you enjoyed this chapter, the next one should be Piper, unless I get writer's block and do a bunch of 3 in 1 fics, or even some drawings, (I’ve done one of a character not yet shown in the fanfic, feel free to guess) Annnnnnnnd I’ve sorted names and Kwami’s to all the friends, I’m really excited to show them and for myself, to draw them, I went into detail about what I want in my book so I really can’t wait until they’re released. I’m so excited.

Ladybugs costume will be uploaded right after this hopefully, last time I had too many problems to count.

So, stay tuned next time, Cya. Hopefully, the next one will be longer, just wanted to get this out of the way.

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boonki · 4 years ago

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something there, something more

a little continuation of a fever prompt, the first part here and the second part by @sonderwalker here! from this prompt list

Cheers to our pining boys stuck together in the snow

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The email he had been anxiously awaiting for dings his phone, and in the early morning light of his room, only a single lamp to illuminate the intimate space, he rolls over in bed to fumble it from the nightstand, blinking at the bright screen.

To the University of Washington community,

For the safety of our students and staff, classes have been cancelled for the day due to the snow conditions and road closures. Please wait for updates from your teachers on how best to proceed with assignments and exams. Updates on future cancellations will be issued nightly no later than 7 pm. Best,

President Palpatine

The same giddy relief that once met him as a college student still worms its way into his heart as a professor, an unexpected day off, no plans ahead of him, just hours and hours of free time. Except, he supposes, a quick email out to his students to continue their essays as normal and wait for the update on Friday’s class. He isn’t sad about losing the day’s lesson plan, it had mostly been a filler class.

He hums lazily, a sleepy grin pulling his lips back.

For the first time in weeks, he clicks the lock button and rolls over, stuffing his face into his pillow, and falls back asleep.

___

Hours later, the sun already cresting in the sky, hidden behind layers and layers of clouds shedding snow, he pads around his kitchen, pulling ingredients out of his fridge and pantry: carrots, chicken, celery, chicken broth, some garlic, an onion, and some noodles.

When he was younger, his mom had always whipped together chicken noodle soup on the colder days, and when she passed away when he was a teenager, he kept the tradition alive. In the silent, airy space of the kitchen, he feels closer to her cutting up the ingredients and carefully dropping them into the pot, can feel her gentle hand guiding him. The ache of her death has long since passed, but Obi-wan can’t help but wish she were here with him, oiling the stove for the chicken and passing him the garlic to press.

Somehow, in the many, many years since her death, the habit of cooking for two hasn’t left him; every time he makes this recipe, he ends up with days worth of leftovers.

The wood floor is cold beneath his bare feet; he didn’t think to put warm clothing on before coming downstairs, head still foggy from sleeping past noon. He knows his hair is sticking out in every direction, and that he could probably use a quick beard trim, but there isn’t anyone to judge him here. No pets, no roommates, just him and his big empty house.

The smell of the soup bubbles up at him: rich and inviting. He takes a spoon and sips on the broth, using his teeth to grab a very hot carrot that mashes easily in his mouth, a good sign that he can turn the heat down to let it simmer while he gets ready for the day. Some small part of him knows his destination, but the majority of him is still in denial. He has so much soup to share, though. Why let it go to waste? Besides, it’ll be a quick drop off so he can come home and finish the blanket he’s knitting, maybe read a few chapters of his library books. There’s something about an expected day off that makes the mundane feel enthralling.

He pads back upstairs, lost in thought as he goes through the motions of pulling a sturdy wool sweater over his head, brushing his teeth, combing his hair back, ignoring the shoddy state of his beard. Anakin had looked so horrible the other day, all pale skin and hollowed out eyes, his voice catching on itself, and god, his cough. Worry pangs Obi-wan’s heart, did Anakin have anyone to take care of him? Make sure he doesn’t die of a fever? He can’t go out in this weather to get take-out, and there’s no way he would be cooking with the state he’s in.

In the back of his head, Obi-wan knows there are very large excuses he’s making for the car crash of the truth: he wants to go see Anakin.

When he gets back downstairs, the soup is perfect. His mom would be proud.

___

Snow cakes the road ahead of him, and what should have been a ten minute drive turns into a forty minute one. Obi-wan thinks he has at least six different knots in his back and neck from sitting so close to the steering wheel the entire time, peering intently through the fast-paced windshield wipers as if the effort of looking harder would have any effect on his ability to see in front of him. When he finally pulls up in front of Anakin’s apartment building and finds a neat little spot to back his car into, he lets out a deep breath and slumps into his seat. Maybe this was not as good of an idea as he had hoped it would be.

He hadn’t even texted. Should he text Anakin? Is showing up at his door, soup in hand, too much? Too forward? Obi-wan is already anxious about pushing the bounds of their relationship too far; what if Anakin thought he was trying to groom him, thought he was a creepy old man with nothing better to do?

Obi-wan hits his head against the steering wheel.

The weird thing is, he doesn’t mind how inappropriate their relationship had become. Obi-wan had liked coming to his building, liked texting him about casual plans. He just worries his enthusiasm is one-sided.

It’s been so long since he’s had anything resembling a relationship, so he feels brand new to it again; it’s like riding a bike: the skill will never leave you, but if you take a ten year gap, you might need to wobble a bit before you glide. Obi-wan is wobbling.

Because he does have a crush, doesn’t he? Isn’t that why he’s here, sitting in his cooling car with homemade soup, outside of some boy’s apartment building? Why else would he go to such measures- especially on his day off? God, he feels so juvenile.

He hits his head on the steering wheel again.

The cold is starting to seep through the seams of the car, so he takes a deep breath, grabs his soup, and steps out into the snow. It crunches underneath his boots, leaving a trail of footprints all the way to the door of the building, which swings open easily for Obi-wan.

He fishes his phone out of his pocket. Anakin had texted which one he lived in, but it had felt too… like too much, last time he came. He hadn’t wanted to intrude on Anakin’s personal space.

#344.

The elevator ride is both too short and too fast, his anxiety rising with each floor. What if Anakin didn’t like chicken noodle soup? He definitely should’ve texted. But the doors glide open and the wide expanse of the hall looms in front of him, stretching for what seems like forever in both directions. The floorplan seems to be circular; a little guide that reads “301-322 left, 323-344 right” with arrows points him in the right direction, so he sets off to the right, each step waking up a new butterfly in his stomach.

When he reaches 344, he stares at the door for a moment, considering the fact that Anakin is on the other side of the thin wall, completely unaware of Obi-wan. Something yanks at him to turn back, but Obi-wan would feel even more pathetic if he went home with a full bowl of soup, and Anakin does probably need it, so. Here goes nothing.

The bell ding-dongs from the interior, the sound muffled. Obi-wan hears nothing, and then slow footsteps and a lock being unlatched.

Anakin is wearing his sweater.

“Obi-w- Professor Kenobi, hey,” Anakin rasps out, eyes wide open, clearly startled, and sounding a bit better than he had a few days ago, but not by much. His bangs are held back by a little clip, shooting a tuft of hair straight into the air. “Sorry if I missed your text, I’ve been asleep-”

“Ah,” Obi-wan shuffles in place, embarrassed. “I didn’t text, which I realize now that I should have, but-”

“No,” Anakin cuts in, “that’s okay.”

They stand there in awkward silence before Anakin points at the bowl Obi-wan is clutching to his chest.

“You brought soup?”

Obi-wan looks down to the container like he’s never seen it before, cheeks burning like lava. “Yes! I, well, you see my mother and I always made soup when it snowed, and I always make extra, so I thought you’d, well,” he chances a peek at Anakin, whose features are slackened in a soft smile, “I thought you could use some given that you’re sick and it’s snowing.”

“Have you eaten yet?” Anakin asks, ignoring his bumbling explanation.

“No,” he thinks back, “I didn’t get the chance.”

Anakin drags his door open and steps back, gesturing for Obi-wan to come inside. “Let’s share, then.”

Obi-wan balks at the open door, because he knows once he crosses that threshold there is no going back between them. He’d have officially been in Anakin’s apartment, sharing homemade soup with Anakin, taking care of him while he’s sick. The intimacy of seeing how someone lives, to see all the details of their existence on display, who they are when no one else is around… that sort of intimacy frightens Obi-wan.

“I don’t want to be an imposition,” he starts, only to get cut off by a particularly nasty sneeze from Anakin. “Bless you.”

“You’re not, so come on.” Anakin reaches forward and tugs on his arm, and really, Obi-wan has no choice.

While he had never actively imagined Anakin’s living space, he had always assumed it would be something akin to a sparse bachelor pad, dirty and meant for college students who couldn’t afford any better. But this is a pleasant surprise: a black rug and couch sits neatly against the wall of a tidy and cozy living room, branching off to a kitchen and a door Obi-wan assumes is Anakin’s bedroom. There are a few mirrors behind the couch, and a few (fake?) plants spotted around the room, even a candle on the coffee table.

Anakin leads him into the kitchen and Obi-wan sees now this is where the mess lies; computer parts, nuts, bolts, tools, and loose wires scatter the counter, leaving little room for anything else save the sink and a hand towel. He stands there and waits for Anakin to clear a space for the bowl, muttering about how he didn’t know company would be over otherwise he would’ve picked up a little.

Obi-wan doesn’t know if he even wants to ask what Anakin is making.

The bowl is transferred into the microwave, cooking for a few minutes on low to properly reheat, and Obi-wan sets out to find some spoons so he’s not left in awkward, still silence.

“Sorry there’s no table, I never really have anyone over and it takes up so much space, so,” Anakin is blushing, either embarrassed to have someone over or still running a fever. Maybe a bit of both. “Oh, here, in that drawer,” he motions to Obi-wan, crowding into his space to pull open the drawer. Obi-wan stiffens at their proximity; he can feel the heat pouring off of Anakin, and he grips the spoons like his life depends on it.

They perch by the counter, listening to the hum of the microwave.

“What are you doing during winter break?” Anakin asks him, breaking the quiet.

Obi-wan breaths in, thinking of his answer. “I’m not sure, probably just relax. Maybe work on my library books, plan for winter quarter.”

Anakin scoffs, and it turns into a full blown hacking spree. When he’s done, he winces. “Sorry, your plans are so sad my whole body freaked out.”

He snorts. “My plans aren’t sad. What are you doing, then?”

“Well, now that I’ve graduated, I suppose I should be looking for a job, so probably that.” Anakin stares up at the soup rotating in the microwave in contemplation.

Something small and sad tugs at Obi-wan’s heart. He had forgotten that Anakin wouldn’t be around anymore. No more impromptu office visits.

“But,” Anakin continues, “it would be nice to have help with my resume and interviewing.” He glances at Obi-wan out of the corner of his eyes.

The microwave beeps: the soup is finished reheating.

“Of course, I’d be happy to help.” Obi-wan says, warmth flooding his tone. He’s grateful that Anakin still wants him in his life, still wants his help.

Anakin sniffles and splits the soup into two bowls, handing one to Obi-wan, who is still holding both their spoons.

“You wanna watch something? We can sit on the couch.” Anakin says, and motions for Obi-wan to follow. Obi-wan tentatively settles into the couch, which is surprisingly cushy, as Anakin flips open Netflix and pulls up The Great British Baking Show.

“Is this okay? It’s kind of addictive.” Anakin looks suddenly self-conscious about his choice in television, grabbing a set of glasses from his coffee table. They are way too big for him and nearly slide down his nose in seconds. Obi-wan might combust.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses.”

Anakin shifts. “Only to see long distances, I mostly just use them for watching things.”

Obi-wan nods at that, and throws a hand up in the air towards the TV screen. “This is fine, I like cooking shows.”

“They’re definitely my guilty pleasure, I’ve always wished I was better at cooking.” Anakin blows on the soup on his spoon, eyes glued to the TV.

The hosts introduce the challenge, and Obi-wan looks down at his soup, stirring it all absentmindedly. “I can teach you, if you want. My mom passed a lot onto me before she, well.” Obi-wan smiles at him. “I’d like to think I’m a pretty good cook.”

Anakin pushes his glasses back on his face. “If the soup is anything to go by, I believe you.”

He chuckles, shifting his attention back to the TV. Helping Anakin find a job, teaching him how to cook- they’re both just trying to find excuses to stay in each other’s lives. It’d be endearing if it weren’t so sad.

The episode drags out, a winner is named and someone gets sent home, and Anakin and Obi-wan are long finished with their soup, the bowls having been discarded onto the coffee table a while ago. When the credits roll, neither of them get up, and the next episode autoplays. Obi-wan hopes he isn’t overstaying his visit, but Anakin seems comfortable and relaxed. Anakin offers him a blanket, and Obi-wan drapes it over his lower body, slouching further into the couch.

Over the next few hour long episodes, they seem to inch closer, fully lounging now. Jokes are made, laughter is shared, and Obi-wan keeps handing him tissues, grateful that he isn’t wiping his snot on the sweater’s sleeve.

He still can’t believe he’s sitting here on Anakin’s couch, watching a cooking show, while Anakin sits next to him wearing one of his sweaters.

Maybe he is the one with a delirious fever?

The fourth episode draws to a close, and Obi-wan spares a glance at one of the windows, where the afternoon had faded into evening. “I still don’t think she should have won, did you see the state of her frosting?” He stands up and stretches, sighing in relief when a few of his bones pop, laughing when Anakin’s do the same. “I should probably get going, though, it’s getting dark.”

But when the pair make it to the window, they are greeted by glistening white, snow almost completely covering the cars parked outside. There’s no way he can drive home in this, and they both know it. The air seems to thicken between them.

“Hey, you can crash on the couch and drive home once the snowplow has been through?” Anakin, though standing right next to him, seems miles away, his tone small and unsure.

“Surely not, you’ve already let me stay long as it is. I’ll…” he trails off, thinking.

“What, walk home?” Anakin supplies, shaking his head. “Absolutely not, you can stay. I don’t mind,” he places a hand on Obi-wan’s arm, “really.”

“You’re right, I don’t have much of a choice.” Obi-wan laughs under his breath. Still, if he did have the choice, he’d want to stay. Not that he’d ever admit that to Anakin.

Anakin takes the few steps back to the couch, grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around himself like a cape. “Well, should we finish the season then?”

_____

It’s midnight by the time the pair are too tired to stay awake, drifting off into separate spaces.

“Can I borrow something to sleep in?” Obi-wan asks Anakin, who is standing in the doorway to his room. From what Obi-wan can see, it looks a lot like the living room, all blacks and soft fabrics.

Anakin’s eyes widen. “Uh, yes. Hold on.” He disappears into his room and comes back with a blue flannel pajama set. “Here, the bathroom is just across the kitchen.”

Obi-wan takes the little pile of clothing from him with a soft thanks and retreats to the bathroom to change. The pants are entirely too long on him, and the shirt hangs on him, clearly meant for someone who has a little broader shoulders. But the set smells like Anakin, and Obi-wan wants to breathe it in forever.

When he comes out, Anakin bites back a smile, holding his lower lip between his teeth. He doesn’t say anything though, and Obi-wan is both disappointed and relieved.

“So there’s a bunch of blankets on the couch for you, let me know if you need anything else.” He says, backing into his room.

Obi-wan clears his throat. “Of course. Goodnight, Anakin.”

Anakin dips his head and closes his door. “Goodnight.”

In the dark of the living room, Obi-wan shakes the blankets out so they lay flat over the couch, and slips his legs under them to get comfortable, laying on back to stare at the ceiling.

What a day.

If someone had told him this was what his snow day would’ve looked like, he would’ve laughed in their face. Just under two weeks ago, they had been huddled together in his office, working on Anakin’s paper like normal. And now, he’s spending the night at Anakin’s apartment. And while Anakin technically isn’t a student anymore, and certainly not his student any more by a long shot, there’s still a sticky and uncomfortable unease sitting in his gut; he doesn’t know how old Anakin is, but Obi-wan is surely much older than him. Plus, he doesn’t know if there’s a power play at hand, what if Anakin just thinks he’s being a creepy old man and feels obligated to let him stay?

But he thinks about the way Anakin’s flashed with happiness when Obi-wan laughed at one of his jokes during the show, the way they inched towards each other, Anakin’s face when Obi-wan came out of the bathroom in his pajamas.

Needless to say, Obi-wan doesn’t get much sleep. Instead, he thinks about the fact that Anakin is also lying down, just a thin apartment wall in between them, and watches the large snowflakes drift down in silent waves outside.

Obi-wan wonders if Anakin is sleeping in his sweater. He hopes he is.

#obikin #fever prompt #boonki writes #someday theyll quit pining and actually get together #someday

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papichriscnco · 5 years ago

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‘My Ex is Here’ ~ Joel

Description: You and Joel are friends but you have some feels for him. You’re at a party when his ex shows up and he desperately begs you to kiss him.

The entire CNCO team was excited to be together again. After months of quarantine everyone had arrived back in Miami and intended to celebrate. You were part of the CNCO public relations team, after a few insightful posts online Ali noticed you had an eye for PR and decided to hire you as an intern. One thing led to another and before you knew it, you were second in charge of public relations for CNCO.

As you spritzed your face with setting spray you heard your phone vibrate on the bathroom counter, it was a quick phone call from Ali. Joel’s flight had been delayed and even though he had finally arrived in Miami, he would need a little while longer to get ready. You rolled your eyes straight away knowing what Ali was about to ask you.

“So you want me to wait until he’s ready?”

It made sense for you to wait around. You lived in the same complex as the rest of the boys and they had all left for the party. If anyone else was to wait for Joel, they would have to drive to the apartment to pick him up.

“Yes please.” she pleaded politely.

“Of course.”

After checking yourself out in the mirror, you walked to Joel’s apartment knocking on the door eagerly. You hadn’t seen any of the boys yet and you were more than happy to have some alone time with Joel. You were close to all of the boys but even as a fan you had a special place in your heart for Joel. You had expected it to disappear once you became friends with them. As time went on, your affection for Joel increased rather than diminished.

You could hear Joel on the other side of the door sluggishly dragging his feet to the door. You could hear him on the other side of the door and smiled waving your hand expecting him to be looking in the peephole. He quickly pulled the door open scooping you up in his arms. He grabbed your waist lifting you in the air before settling you inside his apartment.

“Bebita! Ali told me you might be coming to pick me up.” his hands were holding both of your shoulders squeezing gently.

“Are you almost ready?” you smiled looking down at his clothing. He was wearing jeans with a Gucci belt, his boxers a little higher than the waist of his pants. There was a floral shirt hanging on one of the dinner table chairs and he reached over to grab it. “Nice belt. You’re not as modest as you used to be.” you teased.

As he buttoned his shirt starting from the bottom and working his way up, he laughed at your joke rolling his eyes. He ran in his hands through his hair before poking your ‘Tiffany and Co’ necklace gently. “Oh like you can talk.”

“You bought this for me!” you tried to justify holding onto the piece of jewelry softly. It was a sweet gift he had given you for your last birthday. You were so happy when you received it you teared up.

“Come on,” he gestured his head towards the door as he pushed his wallet and apartment keys into his pockets.

As you walked into the party together, the boys swarmed around each other while the rest of the team came to speak to you. As everyone hugged the both of you hello, you noticed there were definitely more people around than you had expected. You thought it would be a party for just the team but you realised that it must have been the usual fillers. That’s what you called them. They were people that weren’t a part of the team but they usually scored an invite from someone.

As the night grewer darker, you found yourself on the dance floor moving with everyone and laughing together. It was louder than ever and you could feel the excitement of everyone being back together all at once. You spotted Richard across from you, his eyes meeting yours and you smiled as the both of you danced your way over to each other. His arms rested on your shoulders as he leaned down to press his lips to your forehead.

“I missed you my girl.” his knee stood between your legs as you danced against his body. “You walked in with Joel.” he noted suggestively.

You rolled your eyes at his comment. You had once confessed to Richard that you were a Joel girl ‘back in the day’ but you were almost positive that Richard knew you still were one. Ever since, he made jokes and snide comments about you and Joel. He had even tried to set you and Joel up but he knew that the both of you were too professional to take it further than the slight crush you had on each other.

“Shut up!”

You pushed on his chest aggressively but he just laughed holding his chest. He clutched it as he fell to the fall dramatising the pain you had inflicted. You continued to laugh at his reaction but before you could push your hand out to help him up, you saw Joel running towards you.

Your eyes trailed behind him and you noticed a group of girls hanging towards the back of the room. Immediately you spotted Joel’s ex-girlfriend. Her eyes following Joel’s every move. You were surprised she was here but their messy break up and her obsession with Joel reminded you, you shouldn’t be surprised at all.

“Kiss me!” he practically shouted standing in front of you. Richard’s head quickly bounced up looking at the both of you cautiously. Your head snapped down to Richard nervously and you looked back to Joel.

“What?” you asked surprised.

“I said kiss me. Quickly.” he gestured his hands for you to come closer, “my ex is here and I need her to back off.”

As you stood completely still, nervous to move, you were positive this was some kind of joke. Concerned that this incredible moment would be pulled from you, you stood completely still. Joel rolled his eyes, grabbing your neck and pulling your lips to his. You heard Richard gasp in surprise next to you and you smiled as your hands settled on Joel’s waist. With one hand holding your neck, he had a thumb pressed against your throat. Another hand sliding from your lower back and down to your ass gently.

You were surprised by his movements. He justified this kiss by saying it was for his ex but here he was, practically grabbing your ass. Your mind erased its thoughts, telling yourself this must have been part of the show. You hadn’t realised how long you had been kissing for but he pulled away, your bottom lip between his teeth as he tugged gently. He was smirking the entire time as your foreheads pressed together for a few moments.

You could feel Richard watching you both excited, his wide smile shining brightly through his eyes. As the song playing faded into the next, you pulled away from Joel blushing, “I think just the kiss would have worked,” you accidentally giggled pulling his hand away from your backside.

You hadn’t meant to turn into such a giggling mess after he kissed you but you couldn’t help it. You could feel the emotions bubbling up in your chest. Excitement, kindness and while you weren’t in love with Joel, you definitely saw yourself growing more affectionate for him. Joel was surprised by the intensity of the kiss, he hadn’t expected to take it so far and he blushed as a result. Quickly he threw his hands behind his back as though he had to control his urge to grab you again.

He cleared his throat nervously, “sorry. I just kind of,”

“Ran with it?”

“Yeah.” he breathed out.

After a few moments of awkward silence Joel turned his head noticing his ex’s gaze had long drifted away. Once Joel had turned, you noticed the looks of almost everyone you worked with watching along. While you had gotten rid of his ex, you were afraid you brought different attention to the both of you instead. Looking down in an attempt to avoid everyone's eyes, Richard threw an arm around your shoulders protectively guiding you away from the dance floor. You looked over your shoulder to catch Joel’s eye as he watched you walk away.

Joel drifted off to another group and while you weren’t acting like the kiss never happened you were both doing your best to act as normal as possible. Throughout the night, you couldn’t keep your eyes from drifting towards him. Unfortunately for the both of you, each time someone caught your gaze, you were met with a wink or kissy face, some of your coworkers just simply pointed towards Joel accusingly.

As the early hours of the morning deepened, Joel appeared next to you. You were at the bar ordering a drink when his arm pressed against your side, “Do you feel like everyone has been staring at us all night?”

Turning your head to look at Joel you smiled before looking around and noticing everyone watching the two of you like a movie. “I might leave soon just to avoid it.” you joked.

Joel hadn’t realised you were being sarcastic and his face fell almost instantly. Quickly he regained his composure, “no you can’t leave. We’re celebrating!”. Before you could respond, Joel turned his head looking around the rented apartment, he smirked as he looked at the door, “I have an idea.” He took your hand ignoring the excitement emanating from Richard who had been watching you closely.

You let Joel drag you out the front of the apartment, leading you to a staircase. “Where are you taking me?” you laughed.

“I need to get away from everyone.” As he looked around the staircase he saw a door with a small sign ‘rooftop’. He looked at you with his face lighting up from excitement, “perfect.” he mumbled pushing the door open.

The rooftop wasn’t anything special, there were a few lounge chairs and tables spread across the rooftop but Joel walked over settling on one of them as he took in his surroundings. Taking a seat next to him, you looked out at the view seeing all of Miami in front of you both.

“This is better.” you smiled as the air circulated around you both.

“I’m happy we’re back together,” he commented, “you know? All of us.”

“So am I. If I had to stay inside with my family for one more day I might have gone insane.” you joked.

Joel laughed. The laugh where it came from his throat as a small chuckle but you made him smile and that made you happy. As Joel thought back to his time in quarantine, he thought about all the times he decided he wanted to be more bold and live each moment to the fullest after all this. As you stared at each other peacefully, Joel decided to come clean.

“This whole thing,” he muttered, “quarantine and being isolated from everyone really made me think.”

“About?” you asked curiously.

“You.” he spoke honestly. He almost couldn’t look you in the eye, too nervous but after sharing a kiss even if you were just doing it to help him out, made him think maybe you felt the same. “You know, we’ve always been close. I’ve just been thinking maybe it’s time I am honest with you.”

“Honest with me?”

“I’ve always thought you were beautiful. Then we got to know each other and I guess I started caring for you. I could have asked anyone to kiss me in there but I looked around to find you because I wanted to kiss you.” You felt the butterflies in your stomach intensify as Joel continued speaking. Joel waited for your reaction but you just smiled. You hadn’t realised he was finished speaking so he stood up embarrassed, “sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

As he moved towards the door you quickly stood up grabbing his hand. “No, wait!” you demanded. He turned his head to look at you waiting for you to continue. “If I were you,” you spoke smiling slightly, “I would kiss me...again.”

Joel turned the rest of his body around looking at your face almost like he was studying you. Now he was the one nervous to kiss you. He was scared that if he moved you would change your mind. So instead you stood on your tippy toes placing a hand on his face as you pressed your lips to his softly. This time the kiss was more gentle, his hands were settled on your waist while one slowly traced up your body and to your neck. A thumb gently stroking your cheek.

It was perfect for all of a few seconds before you both heard snickering, pulling away both your attentions moved to the rooftop door. Richard stood there with Erick watching the both of you with smug smiles.

“Are you for real?” Joel growled standing in front of you almost protectively. He was annoyed that they were ruining a private moment but once the two of them noticed you looking back at them, their snickers changed. They went from surprise to fear within a few seconds running away. Once you were alone again, the both of you laughed at the two boys. Joel placed a hand on your neck affectionately, “that kiss was interrupted so let’s do it again.” he smirked.

You giggled like a teenager covering your face embarrassed by his flirtatious comments. Joel was happy he could make you blush, it was a sign of your affection and without another moment passing he moved your hands before he leaned down to kiss you again.

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Group: SuperM / NCT Pairing: Lucas (Wong Yukhei) / Female Reader Words: 6,637 Tags: college!au, party time, drinking games, alcohol use, dirty talk, handjob, clitoral stimulation, vaginal sex, pet names Summary: You’re invited to a party by your best friend, Ten, at his apartment. When you get there, you discover the only people who showed up are some of his guy friends (the members of SuperM) and his roommate, Lucas; the one you’d been harboring some strong feelings for ever since he moved in. A night full of drinking games leads to you sneaking into Lucas’ room when everyone else is asleep, all thanks to liquid courage. A/N: I’ve been writing this freaking fic for months. There will eventually be a sequel, but it will not be featuring Lucas/Reader as the center point! I had a lot of fun writing the game section because it really showcased their personalities. Sometimes you just need to write silly filler. Anyway, I really hope y’all enjoy this! :D

“When are you getting back in town again?” Ten asked through the phone screen. He was sitting on his couch, eating lunch while video calling you. His phone was propped up on something, allowing him full use of his hands to enjoy the meal.

You were lying on your childhood bed, having visited your parents for a few days. You weren’t particularly concerned with the camera angle; it was just your best friend. “Tomorrow afternoon. I have Sunday off before I go back to work on Monday.”

“Hey, that’s perfect!” A new voice said just as someone popped their head into the frame. Ten’s roommate, Lucas, was all smiles when he laid eyes on you. “We’re having a party tomorrow night. You should come!”

At the sight of Lucas, you immediately sat up in bed and readjusted the phone to look your best.

Ten noticed, but nudged Lucas away to say, “Oh yeah, we’re having a party tomorrow night. You should come.” His monotonous voice lacked enthusiasm since his roommate spoiled the news.

“That sounds like fun,” you exclaimed, already looking forward to it.

Your friend swallowed a bite of food when a sly darkness came to his gaze. “By the way, you look great. Doesn’t she look great, Lucas?”

You narrowed your eyes on Ten, knowing what he was getting at, but only smiled as Lucas sat down beside him with his own plate of food.

“She always looks great,” the younger replied, shit-eating grin and all as he swept some of his hair out of his face. Then, he wasted no more time to dig into his lunch.

Ten wiggled his eyebrows at you, which only made you even more flustered.

“I gotta go, my mom’s calling for me,” you fibbed to get out of the conversation.

That made Ten suspicious. “I didn’t hear her--”

“See you tomorrow! Bye!”

“Hey, wai-”

You quickly ended the call before tossing your phone away and burying your face in a pillow. That little shit, you thought spitefully about your friend. He knew you carried a torch for Lucas, and never let the chance pass to tease you about it. Lucas was six feet of charming, goofy, raw charisma. He was undeniably handsome, and his smile was to die for. You were in deep, deeper than you ever let Ten know, though he probably figured that out for himself.

However, you couldn’t confront those feelings. What if you did pursue Lucas? What if things didn’t work out, and the awkwardness forced him to move? And then, Ten would have to go through the trouble of finding another roommate. You didn’t want to cause such a fuss. You could keep it in your pants if it meant helping them live in harmony.

Your phone jingled to alert you had received a new text.

Ten: Coward.

If only they could make it that easy on you.

•••••

You traveled home safely from your parents’, and immediately started getting ready for the party. You weren’t sure exactly what kind of party this was, so you opted with a smokey eye and rosy lip look while your clothes were trendy, yet casual enough to be comfortable in. The desire to impress Lucas lingered in the back of your mind...well, more like hovered over your back like a vengeful spirit ready to devour its next soul.

Okay, maybe that was a little dark, but it really was an ominous feeling, damn it!

All you wanted was to have a good time tonight, and if that good time included Lucas’ company, then everything would be perfect.

You made your way to Ten’s apartment around 8 o’clock that evening. You stood outside the door for a solid fifteen seconds, preparing yourself for knocking. Usually, you’d be inclined to stroll in without delay, but for some reason your anxiety was getting the better of you. This was just another party to hang out with some friends...and Lucas...Nothing to get so worked up about.

Knock, knock, knock.

You heard some footsteps approaching before the door swung open and Ten greeted you with a bright smile.

“Hey!” He said, giving you a hug before ushering you in.

“Hi!” You returned, immediately looking around the room. Your face fell a bit.

Sitting in the living room was a group of six other men. You knew all of them, though a couple you considered acquaintances. Mark and Taeyong were friends of Lucas’ you’d only met once before, while Baekhyun, Taemin and Jongin were the ones you saw on a regular basis with Ten.

You figured it must still be early. “Who else is coming?” You asked as you started to unzip your jacket.

“This is it,” Ten announced, motioning to the others.

You paused mid-zip. “Wait, wait, wait. I thought this was a party, not just some night for drinking with your boys.”

“Some people cancelled last minute, so it’s just us! And you! Yayyy,” he responded, sarcasm dripping from his words.

You sighed, feeling a little put-off by being the only girl in a group full of guys, but whatever, you’d roll with it. You finished taking your jacket off, along with your shoes while you were at it.

“Before you start mingling,” Ten began, stepping between you and your line of sight to the living room, “I’m going to take this as an opportunity to let you know something that I found out.” The sudden sinister smile on his lips made your skin crawl. It had to be something interesting for him to make that face.

“Spill,” you demanded.

Ten lowered his voice. “Lucas told Baekhyun who told me that Lucas wants you.”

You raised a brow. “‘Wants me’?”

“Yeah,” he continued, “and he says he loves your smile and you’ve got a nice ass.”

Peeking over Ten’s shoulder, you nearly stared holes into the back of Lucas’ head as he sat on the couch. “And?” You asked to see if there was more while returning your gaze to your best friend.

“Oh, and he thinks you need a man who knows how to dick you down.”

Your mouth dropped.

Ten giggled. “Okay, I added that last part in.”

You rolled your eyes and shoved him playfully. You were still wrapping your mind around this. “Why would Lucas tell Baekhyun that? He literally has the biggest mouth--”

“--Because, unlike us, Lucas doesn’t know better not to tell Baekhyun anything like that,” Ten cut in.

You glanced down at your fidgeting fingers. This felt kind of unreal. You choked back your hesitation to ask, “Does he really want me?”

Ten blinked. “Are you serious? That boy has been fawning over you since Day One.”

Shaking out the anxious energy from your hands, you took a deep breath and primped your hair a bit. If this was true, you had to make sure. Tonight.

You heard Lucas’ voice from behind Ten as he loudly said your name. “You made it!” He exclaimed, bringing you into a warm hug.

You breathed in his cologne and never wanted the hug to end. When he pulled away, much to your internal disdain, you smiled up at him. “Hey, Lucas,” you said before waving at everyone who was now staring at you from across the room. “Hey, guys!”

They all said their hellos as you walked into the living room with Lucas and Ten close behind you.

“Can I make you a drink?” Taemin offered, going to stand from the couch.

“She can do it her damn self,” Ten quipped as he took a seat on the floor by the coffee table.

You started poking his side with your toes, knowing it was going to bug him.

He swatted at your foot, but you moved too quickly for him to touch you. You stuck your tongue out at him.

“C’mon, I’ll make it for you,” Lucas said with a laugh. He placed one of his large hands on the small of your back and guided you towards the kitchen.

You ignored the silence that followed as everyone watched the two of you leave, but you were relieved when Ten started up the conversation with, “Which one of these drinks was mine again?”

“You should’ve gotten a Sharpie so we could write our names on the cups…” Jongin stated.

“That would have required thinking ahead,” Baekhyun teased, sipping at his own drink.

Mark chimed in, “You really don’t have a Sharpie? Anywhere?”

Ten sent a glare around the room. “Fresh out.”

Their discussion faded as your focus was overwhelmed with Lucas’ presence.

“Whatcha got a taste for?” He asked, motioning to the plethora of alcohol and mixers scattered across the kitchen counter.

You couldn’t really say ‘your dick’ without dying of shame, so instead you went for, “A shot of tequila.”

Lucas smirked and reached for a shot glass from one of the cabinets. “Anything else?” He questioned as he poured your shot.

You snatched it off the counter and tilted your head back, downing it. You hissed a bit before setting the glass down. If you got some alcohol in your system quickly, you would surely loosen up and relax more. That was your logic. Your eyes flickered to his as a flirtatious smile played on your lips. “Another shot of tequila?”

The low chuckle that came from his direction traveled straight to your core. “Don’t go too hard yet, we’ve still got games to play,” he informed you while pouring your second shot.

You tossed the tequila back once more. “But I like to go hard,” you couldn’t stop yourself from saying.

A look of surprise crossed his face, but you quickly turned away to mix yourself a cocktail. You cursed your dirty mind. Maybe he didn’t catch the innuendo in your words…

After you stirred your drink, you let Lucas--who was now awfully quiet--lead you back out into the living room.

Taeyong stood from the couch and offered you the seat. “The lady shouldn’t sit on the floor,” he declared, sitting down beside Mark.

Your cheeks flushed, and you wondered if it was from the gentlemanly act or the tequila.

Probably both.

You thanked Taeyong and sat between Baekhyun and Taemin. Lucas wheeled in the computer chair from his bedroom, while the others remained on the floor.

Ten clapped his hands together and rubbed his palms against each other. “Since this is it, how about we start a game?” He suggested.

“What game?” A few questioned simultaneously.

“I thought we could start with a game called ‘Most Likely,’” he continued. “Basically, we’ll go around in a circle. Each person thinks of a question to ask everyone in the room, like, who is ‘Most Likely to fall asleep first at a sleepover?’ Or ‘Most Likely to lose their phone while it’s on silent?’ Silly questions, dirty questions, all are welcome. Then, everyone points to the person they think are Most Likely to do so. Whoever has the most fingers pointed at them has to drink!”

“That sounds like fun!” Mark gabbed.

“Then, I’ll start!” Ten announced. “Everyone got their drinks? Yeah? Okay! Who is Most Likely to feel comfortable walking around naked?”

Baekhyun started to laugh. “Oh, we’re starting out dirty right from the get-go, huh?” When everyone’s fingers pointed in his direction, his smile faltered and he pouted. “Hey! Are you guys ganging up on me?”

“Are you really going to sit there and act like you don’t?” Jongin said in disbelief.

“W-Well, no, but--”

“THEN DRINK!” Ten and Taemin demanded.

Baekhyun begrudgingly took the first sip of the game before boasting, “Me next!” He tapped his chin in thought before asking, “Who’s Most Likely to eat an entire pizza in one sitting?”

Fingers gravitated to Lucas.

Without even arguing, Lucas raised his cup to his lips.

The next few questions went by with brief discussions.

You asked, “Most Likely to get a million followers on a social media platform?” Unanimously decided that would be Taemin.

Taemin asked, “Most Likely to become an evil mastermind and plan to take over the world?” Well, that was right up Ten’s alley, though it was agreed you’d be his minion.

Taeyong asked, “Most Likely to forget something at the grocery store if they don’t have a list?” He shot a playful glare at Mark, to which the younger apologized to his own roommate ‘for the thousandth time.’

Mark asked, “Most Likely to become a supermodel?” One would think it went to Lucas since he was so tall, but everyone agreed there was something about Jongin that would draw the eye in that sort of situation.

Jongin stared into his drink for a few seconds as he thought. “Most Likely to abandon their room because of a spider?” A smile crept to his lips as all the fingers pointed to you.

You narrowed your eyes on each person before defending, “Okay, first of all, when it’s a big spider and it disappears from my sight, of course I’m going to get the fuck out of that room!”

Baekhyun snorted. “Until someone else comes and finds it and kills it for you.”

“Remember that time you slept in your living room for five days because you couldn’t find that one spider?” Ten brought to your attention.

You glared at your best friend. “Go to hell.”

“We’ll ride down together, my little minion,” he cackled. “Now drink.”

You took a big gulp from your cup.

The game continued. Lucas asked, “Most Likely to spend an entire day playing video games?”

The vote had barely even come down to Baekhyun before he raised his hand. “I’ll take that crown, thank you!” He beamed, taking a drink.

You giggled. This was actually pretty fun.

“Okay, we’re back to me,” Ten announced, carefully picking out his next question. “Most Likely to become an escort?” He wiggled his eyebrows towards Taemin, obviously thinking everyone would choose him.

Ten didn’t expect the fingers around the room to point at him again. After more thought…they were probably right. "Okay, yeah, I can see that,” he started, “but listen, I have very expensive tastes. I just need a sugar daddy instead."

Laughs filled the room, but then Taemin chimed in, "You say that, but..." He glanced at Taeyong, who'd yet to have been picked for a question. "Who's most likely to be a sugar baby?"

Most fingers were directed at Taeyong.

Ten, who was pointing at himself, pouted, but ended up nodding in agreement. "Yeah. Yeah, I can see that."

Taeyong’s face flushed. “But why me?!”

Leaning over from his seat, Taemin jokingly grabbed Taeyong’s chin and squeezed his cheeks together. “You’re sweet, and who wouldn’t give money to that face?” He mocked, though laughed loudly as Taeyong slapped at his hand.

“Are you trying to say that I would take money from some old dude just because I’m cute?” Taeyong’s cheeks were blood red at this point. His flustered gaze was on the ground. You noticed that Ten couldn’t take his eyes off of him.

Baekhyun crossed one leg over the other, smirking over at the embarrassed man. “Who said it had to be an old dude? There are lots of women out there who’d love to have you around.”

You kept your gaze on Ten, picking up on the subtle twitch of his eyebrow when Baekhyun spoke about a woman getting Taeyong’s attention. Oh, so I’m not the only one with the hots for someone… You thought, stifling a giggle.

“You’d be crazy not to,” Ten butted in, finally tearing his eyes away from Taeyong. You knew your best friend, and you knew he wasn’t always one to act on his feelings unless he was sure of the other party’s attraction to him as well. He swirled his drink around in his cup. “Free money? Hell yeah.”

Taeyong finally sent a glance at your friend, a distant look of hurt in his gaze. “Nothing’s ‘free’, Ten.”

Ten couldn’t stop himself from poking a bit more fun. “Okay, so you’ll have to do a bit of literal ass kissing, but you’ll be living comfortably,” he said with a laugh.

You exchanged awkward glances with Lucas, and you immediately knew he caught on to Ten’s feelings as well. It may not have been obvious to anyone else, but you two were the ones he was closest with.

You brought your arm down in front of you, as if cutting the tension with a knife. “All right, all right, next question…”

A few more rounds went by before it came to Mark again. Like his roommate, Mark’s cheeks were also flushed, but you realized he was a bit drunker than the others in the room. His drink was almost gone, and if you remembered correctly, Lucas may have mentioned at some point that his friend was a lightweight. “Most Likely to pierce their dick?” Mark almost slurred.

Lucas motioned to you. “That’s not fair, she can’t answer that!”

Mark rolled his eyes. “Fine, pierce their ‘genitals’?”

“That just sounds even dirtier,” Jongin murmured.

Ten chuckled, “The dirtier the better, in my opinion, but it sounds like Mark’s the one who’s interested in it.”

“I never took Mark as being that kinky,” Baekhyun snickered.

Mark gasped and shook his head vigorously. He immediately regretted that. He lifted his hands to his temples, trying to massage the headache and nausea away.

“What the hell is he drinking?” You inquired, curious to what had him so messed up this early in the night. You looked around at the others, but froze when you realized Lucas was staring at you. When he quickly averted his eyes, you felt a flutter in your stomach.

Taemin snorted at your question. “I made him a drink; it must’ve been too strong for him.”

If Mark’s concoction from Taemin was that strong, now you were grateful that you made your own drink.

“Are you still okay to play?” Lucas asked Mark.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” the younger insisted.

“Then, let’s keep going,” Ten declared.

It was Jongin’s turn. “Most Likely…” He pondered for a few seconds. “Most Likely to have sex in public?”

Even Taemin pointed at himself. “What can I say, I like the thrill?” He rubbed the back of his neck innocently.

When the time came for Lucas’ next question, he leaned his elbows on his knees and looked around at the people in the room. “Who is Most Likely to be a pornstar?” His low voice sent tingles to your fingertips.

Such a dirty question from the man you liked so much. That was all it took for your mind to drift off at the thought of Lucas being a pornstar. You imagined him slowly taking off his clothes, and giving you ‘come hither’ eyes. He was so tall, you were sure he had to be packing. His hands would travel down his chest, his solid abdomen, eventually reaching the waistline of his underwear. The ‘V’ line of his hip bones trailing under the fabric.

“Hello? Earth to--”

You snapped out of your trance and realized everyone was waiting for your answer. You cleared your throat and absently voted for Taemin like everyone else.

“I’m the answer to all of these. Why am I the pervy one?” He puffed his cheeks out.

“Well, if the cock ring fits…” Baekhyun joked, making everyone start laughing.

Taemin reached over you to slap Baekhyun’s arm, but you ended up tickling him under his own arm. With a gasp, he sat back and gawked at you. “Excuse me, I’m sensitive!”

“Yeah, sure,” you giggled. Your eyes flickered over to Lucas.

He was watching you again, and you couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy coming from his direction.

After a few seconds, you finally looked over to Ten to see him giving you a suggestive smile. You immediately cursed his existence as he asked the next question.

“Most Likely to sleep with a friend’s friend?”

Fingers from around the room, including your own, pointed to Ten, yet his and Baekhyun’s were pointing to someone else.

Lucas.

Mark burst into laughter. “Lucas?! Yeah, right! This goody two-shoes?!”

Lucas’ face turned red all the way to his ears. “Shut up, Mark. Taeyong, take his drink--”

“NO!” Mark shouted, suddenly downing the rest of the alcohol in his cup.

A moment of chaos broke out as Taeyong and Lucas leapt to get the cup, but it was too late, and everyone else was laughing hysterically.

Meanwhile, your eyes briefly met Ten’s. You glanced to Taeyong, back to Ten, and gave him a knowing smile. “Lucas isn’t the only one most likely, huh?” You whispered. That seemed to shut him up for a moment before you stood and went into the kitchen. Taking a deep breath away from everyone else, you were trying to keep your cool. The way Lucas reacted to that last question, the way he’d been staring at you all night, the way he gently touched your back earlier; Ten was right, Lucas liked you way more than you wanted to acknowledge.

You were ready to give in.

After refilling your drink, you returned to the living room.

Ten beamed at you. “She’s back! Let’s play another game! It’s called ‘Flip Cup’--” He paused, looking at the youngest in the room. “Mark should probably sit this one out, though…”

•••••

3 A.M.

The party had settled about an hour before. The guys were too drunk to go home, so Ten and Lucas helped set them up to sleep in the living room while you changed into the spare set of pajamas you left over here for situations like this. It was also obvious that you were going to stay in Ten’s room.

“I can sleep on the floor,” you had told him after he suggested sharing the bed. It wouldn’t have been the first time.

“...Are you sure?” Ten asked, purely confused.

You nodded, taking a pillow from the bed. You had a plan, and you were just drunk enough to have the confidence to do it.

Luckily, you were too wired to accidentally fall asleep, so you laid on the floor, staring at the ceiling for a while until you were sure Ten was passed out. When you finally built up the courage to get out of your makeshift bed, you carefully stepped over to the door and opened it. Turning your head, you took one final glimpse at your best friend, who was sound asleep, before closing the door. You could hear soft snores coming from the living room as you crossed the hall to Lucas’ room. You stared at the doorknob for a long while.

You had to get out of your head if you were going to do this.

Just fucking do it, you snapped at yourself. Grasping the handle, you twisted the knob and peeked your head into the room.

Lucas was curled up in his blankets, his head tilted to the side where you couldn’t see.

Ever-so slowly, you entered the room and locked the door behind you. It was now or never. Creeping over to his bedside, you lifted the covers and crawled into the bed. You waited a few seconds to see if Lucas would stir, but his steady breathing reassured you that he was fast asleep.

How did you want to do this? His body heat radiated under the blankets and you wanted nothing more than to cuddle up to him. Scooting over, you snuggled into his side and let your hand flitter down his bare abdomen to find solace between his legs. You praised his creator, who blessed him so, while you massaged his length through the sweatpants he wore. It soon twitched to life.

Lucas let out a soft grunt before stirring from his drunken slumber. He slowly turned to look at whoever was touching him, squinting through the darkness to lay eyes on you. You could see the confusion pass through his expression, as if he were wondering if this was some alcohol-induced wet dream.

You flashed him a sweet smile, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” He quietly croaked, his voice pitchy before he tried to clear the grogginess.

You kept your voice down to tell him, “Ten said Baekhyun said you wanted me. Well, here I am.” You squeezed on his hardening cock, palming it a bit more firmly.

Lucas leaned his head back, sighing with pleasure. He didn’t know whether to curse or praise Baekhyun’s big mouth. A soft groan left him, his hips lifting to meet your hand.

You swallowed hard. There was something about the sounds he was making and the way he was moving that made you want to wreck him. “What exactly was it you wanted from me, baby boy?” You asked, gripping even harder onto him.

Your pet name sent a chill through his body. When he realized just how strong your grip was on his aching cock, trapped inside his sweatpants, Lucas knew you wouldn’t let him beat around the bush. “Everything,” he answered.

You raised a brow. “That’s awfully greedy, and very vague. C’mon, baby, tell me what you want from me?”

Lucas met your sultry gaze through the darkness. “You. I just want all of you,” he replied earnestly. “Since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

Your face felt hot as your hand faltered briefly. “And you’ve kept that a secret? For months?!”

His hips moved to get some kind of friction on his length from your hand. He took a deep breath and nodded. “I thought it was obvious!” He defended before you shushed him.

“You need to be quiet. Everyone’s asleep,” you told him. Pulling the blankets back, you maneuvered yourself to straddle his waist and stared down at him while grinding down on his groin. “I want everything from you, too, Lucas...Let’s make up for lost time.” Your voice was soft, but your words were so sincere that you felt him twitching under you in response to hearing them.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you to say that,” he growled, sitting up to grab the back of your neck. He guided your lips to his and thrust his tongue into your mouth.

You whimpered, taking in every taste of toothpaste and lingering alcohol. You scratched your nails down his chest before playing with the hem of his sweatpants.

“Wait--” Lucas breathed, breaking apart from the kiss. He pulled your shirt up and over your head, tossing it aside as he moved to kiss what skin was revealed of your breasts. His fingertips grazed around your waist and up your back, his touch hot and needy to get you naked as well. He managed to unclip your bra and bit down on the delicate flesh just above one of your nipples while he slipped it off.

Gasping at the sensation, your head fell back while your hips rotated down onto him. “I need you...” The whine slipped from your lips with a desperate yearning. Just hearing your words made him moan out in response, making your hand quickly cover his mouth. You hardly meant the words you were about to say, but you wanted to see his reaction. “We can’t do this if you’re going to be loud. Maybe I should go--”

The panic in his eyes almost made your heart burst with affection. He didn’t have a right to be this cute. “Stay! Stay!” He whispered against your hand. As he pressed his chest against yours, he nudged your hand away to fiercely capture your lips. You could feel in the way he held you, his nails now dragging down into the flesh of your back; he wasn’t going to let you go. You were hopelessly lost in his kiss.

As his fingers traveled lower behind you, they reached your pajama pants and dipped under the fabric to find you weren’t wearing anything underneath. Lucas’ hand slipped even further down to delve its fingers between your sopping wet folds. He let out a heavy breath against the kiss, dipping a tentative finger into your pussy.

Your eyes widened and you shuddered, your breathing just as feverish as you rotated your hips into his touch. His finger swirled around in your juices, and it was muddling your mind. You came into this wanting to wreck him, and suddenly it was very much turning the other way. You pressed your hands on his shoulders, pushing him down onto the bed and breaking from his kiss.

Lucas stared up at you with those bright, puppy-dog eyes. “What’s wrong?” He was nearly breathless.

That made you smile. “I just need more than your finger,” you admitted, helping him rid his sweatpants. When you were perched atop his naked body, you finally saw what you were getting yourself into. Well--more like what was going to get into you. Your mouth fell open a bit, but you quickly shook off your initial shock. Feeling it through pants and seeing it in all its glory were a bit different.

He tried to hold back a smirk, but the way you were looking at him only boosted his ego. He said your name, which snapped you out of your daze. “Is everything okay?” The mock in his voice only irked you.

You nodded, trying to ignore that smug little way he smiled up at you. Licking your lips, you started rubbing your warmth against his cock. As it grazed your clit, you lifted a hand to your mouth to keep back any noise. That felt really good. You grinded down even harder, bringing sighs of ecstasy from both of your mouths. Your hips had built up to a pace that eventually made Lucas growl and flip you over onto your back.

“No more teasing,” he declared, his cock prodding at your entrance. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“Then fuck me, baby boy,” you hissed as you parted your legs even more for him.

Lucas brought you into another kiss to stifle both of your moans as he finally guided his cock into you. It was a tight squeeze, taking a half-dozen minimal thrusts until he had sheathed most of himself inside. Your walls clenched down around him, and it was like he was in heaven on earth. He swallowed every sound that threatened to escape your mouth.

Your legs wrapped around his waist as you clung to his broad frame. When he withdrew his length and gave you his first full thrust, you quickly realized that staying quiet was going to be a real problem.

That thought also occurred to Lucas. He, however, had no intention of holding back anymore. Parting from your lips, Lucas gazed down to see a hopeless look in your expression and smiled. “Mm, you feel so good, sweetheart,” he purred, building up a strong rock of his hips.

You gasped and bit your bottom lip. Your eyes were glued to his. The more he thrust, the harder it became to stay sane. Clapping a hand over your mouth, you panted into your palm.

It was easy to hear the ragged way you were trying to keep some control over your sounds. You were so adorable. He had wanted this for months, and now that you were finally here with him, his bed wasn’t so lonely anymore. He prayed you were enjoying yourself as much as he was. “Is it good for you?” He murmured, nipping a kiss on your forehead.

“Yes,” you rushed under your breath, “yes, yes, yes!” Your hands wove themselves into his hair and attempted to yank him back down to kiss again.

Lucas lowered his head a few inches, just enough to graze your lips before he lifted it again. He waited for a whine of objection before he grinned at you. He sat backward on his haunches and steadily gripped your waist. He wet his lips as he studied the way your bodies met through the shadows. “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know?” He said, not much caring for the volume of his voice. “I can’t get enough…” He leisurely drew his hips back, watching every inch of his dick as it pulled out to its head. He paused just a moment before sliding in as much as he could possibly fit inside you.

You nearly choked on air as he touched you so deeply. Your hands scrambled to grab onto his wrists, as if gripping onto them would get you some semblance of control over the situation, but no. Lucas was in control now.

The seductive smile that met you through the darkness of the room made it quite clear of that.

When you felt him start to work his hips in such a way that was making the head of his cock touch your sweet spot with every caress, you were frantic. You couldn’t hold back the moan that slipped into the air, and you knew the thin walls of the apartment would do nothing to shroud it.

His eyes danced. “Do you like that spot?” He asked with fascination. Giving his next thrust a bit more gusto, you groaned loudly before you could catch yourself. It finally occurred to you what he was doing.

Lucas seemed to have a determination to make you wake the whole freaking apartment.

Not him.

You.

If there was one thing Lucas should know about you by now, though, it was that you were stubborn. You glared at him. “You’re doing this on purpose!” You half-heartedly spat.

His thrusts halted again. “Doing what?” He asked obliviously.

“Trying to wake everyone up!”

He snorted. “Need I be the one to remind you again that YOU woke ME up?!”

You rolled your eyes. “I thought it would be kinky, but you’re just trying to make it awkward for everyone else!”

Running his tongue over his teeth, Lucas let those words hover between you before he abruptly pulled out of you.

Honestly, he could have leaned down, captured your lips again, and kept at it that way, but he came up with a different plan. You wanted kinky, after all… “Fine. You want to stay quiet?” You were in utter confusion before you felt his large hands flip you over onto your stomach. He roughly grabbed your hips and lifted your ass. “Bite the sheets,” he snipped, thrusting back into you with reckless abandon.

Doing what you were told, you clamped your eyes shut and gritted the sheets between your teeth as you struggled to remain silent. Lucas kept up the relentless pace for a few minutes until you heard him curse softly and his hips stutter.

You hadn’t quite built up to your peak yet, so the reality of Lucas meeting his end made your stomach drop.

Until you felt him grip onto your waist even harder and quickly pick the tempo up again.

You were shocked. “D-Didn’t you just come?” You asked over your shoulder.

Lucas wiped some sweat from his forehead. “Yeah, but fuck, you feel so good. I can’t stop,” he grunted, slamming into you. “You said you like it hard, right?”

His stab at what you said earlier in the night had you whimpering, “So hard! God, yes, fuck me hard!”

“Shut up, or else you’ll wake everyone up!” He put pressure on your back and pinned you to the bed. “Unless you want everyone to hear you panting like a bitch in heat over my cock…”

Your jaw fell open as you tried to quickly turn and snap at him, but Lucas had a hand over your mouth before you could say a word.

He leaned over your body to growl into your ear, “Tell me I’m wrong.” He drove his cock as deeply as possible into your clenching cunt. “Tell me you aren’t a writhing mess from me fucking you.” He didn’t give you a chance to answer before he pinched your nose. He continued bucking into you as he cut off your access to oxygen.

Digging your fingers into the sheets below you, it was a frantic attempt to stay conscious as your body finally broke down. Succumbing to his powerful thrusts, you climaxed just before you could black out. Lucas’ hand withdrew from your face in time to keep you awake. Your ears were ringing, you were seeing stars, and your pussy was convulsing around him.

With a groan of pleasure, Lucas rested his head on your shoulder as he came again.

There was a moment of silence that felt more like a high-pitched buzz as the sensation of release hummed through your bodies. Lucas slid out of you just as he slumped onto the mattress beside you. He couldn’t meet your eyes, so he covered his face with his hands instead.

All at once, you felt your senses return to you and you were aware of what was happening. Lucas had laid down and hid himself from you, and you had no clue why. Reaching out for him, you used what strength you had left to reveal the embarrassment on his face. “Are you okay?” You asked, nuzzling his jaw with your nose.

Lowering his hands, with your help, he gaped at you in disbelief. “I should be asking YOU that!” He exclaimed, flipping onto his side. He grabbed your head in his hands and peppered kisses all over your face. “I went overboard, I’m so sorry! I can’t believe I said those things to you!”

You started laughing at his burst of affection. “Lucas, it’s okay,” you laughed, finally catching his lips as they went to peck your cheek. Getting lost in the kiss, you relaxed only when you felt his body start to settle down. Eventually, you pulled away and wrapped your arms around his midsection, burying your face in his chest. “I didn’t realize you were into that…” You said with amusement.

“I don’t know where it came from! You must have brought that out of somewhere in the depths of me,” he joked, lightly scratching his nails up and down your back.

“...I liked it,” you admitted.

A cheesy grin came to his lips, but you were too busy being smothered by his sculpted chest to know it. “...I like you.” His voice was low and sincere.

You giggled and pressed teasing kisses along his collarbone, emphasizing each word. “I. Like. You. More.”

His embrace tightened around you. “I doubt that,” he cooed, pressing a single kiss to the top of your head. A thought occurred to him. “...Ten is going to wonder where you went in the morning, and then what will we tell him?”

“The truth,” you stated simply. “You know, that we’re together now.”

“It’s about time,” he joked, resting his chin against your head.

“Yeah,” you agreed, “it is.”

•••••

Just as things settled down in Lucas’ bedroom, things in the living room were settling as well. Having roused from the sounds coming from down the hall, Jongin, Taemin, Baekhyun and Taeyong were staring at various places around the room with wide eyes. Meanwhile, Mark was passed out, snoring on a futon in the corner of the room. Apparently, he could sleep through anything when he was that drunk.

When it seemed like the main attraction was over, Baekhyun grumbled, “Finally!” And Taemin mumbled something along the lines of, “I can sleep now.” Steady breathing filled the room again.

Everyone else had fallen back asleep, yet Taeyong’s eyes were on the ceiling. He couldn’t stop the thoughts racing through his head. He glanced at the hallway to see a light dimly shining from underneath Ten’s door. He had to be awake too.

If you could be brave, then Taeyong convinced himself he could be as well. He crawled out of his makeshift bed and tiptoed over to Ten’s room. He could do this…

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